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semperamans · 4 months ago

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benny is back home n'he's missed you so much he may just have to fuck you over it!!!

warnings!!!!

benny is toxic! unprotected sex! benny is toxic! i didn't proof read it!!!! so there are probably so many mistakes!!!! n' this is LONG, so read at your own risk <3

despite its stillness, there is something deafening about the july air. there's nothing more to hear than night bird song as it falls over the slumbering city. gone are the rumbling engines on i-90 n'the chatter of women parading down the sidewalks. there are no babies gigglin', no ice cream trucks wailing, no sirens squwakin'. there's nothin' stirrin' in this humid night besides the rapid beat of your heart because, well, you shouldn't be here. you know that jus' as well as i do. you should be at home, sprawled beneath the ceiling fan, eyes closed, blissfully disconnected from the world, n'you're a good girl, so i'm sure that's what you would be doing had the shrill urgency of benny's call not woken you.

"hi baby," is what he breathed over the line, and despite the distance you could smell the jack daniels on his breath. "m'home." he had been home for a few days now. johnny had called you n'made you aware the second benny's wheels crossed the county line. and then you waited. and waited. and waited. and were your feelings hurt when benny didn't call? absolutely. by day three you were going insane. like mosquito-bitten legs, it was painfully hard to ignore the absence of his voice through the receiver. every purring engine had your head whipping 'round. every blonde head had your heart hammering, but it was never the right engine. never the right head. never benny. johnny'd tried to get you to come down to the clubhouse, but you didn't wanna look desperate (even though you were). it was just so hard to think about. all you could see in your mind's eye was benny splayed across a bar stool, lap empty, hand wrapped around a whiskey glass when it should've been around your throat.

"m'missin' you so much." you wouldn't have assumed he missed you much at all with how radio silent he'd been since leavin' over a month ago. your girls told you that if benny really cared he would make more of an effort - wouldn't run off whenever things other than his dick got hard - an' yeah, you knew this was likely true, but he was enigmatic and enticing and everything.

"wan' you to come see me."

you should've hung up the phone right then, but you didn't. and you definitely shouldn't've pulled a sleep shirt over your nightgown n'sneakers on your bare feet, but you did. now here you stand - peerin' up at benny's front door - tryin' to tell yourself it's all right. nothin' to be nervous over. but you were nervous, so you counted the steppin' stones - 14 - and then there he was.

he looked good, there was simply no denying it. when it was particularly hot, benny wore nothing beneath his colors n'tonight you could see his bare chest glistening with sweat from the glow of the porch light. moths and june bugs spun themselves dizzy 'round him, but he didn't flinch. his sights were set, smile wan and excited and focused on you.

"c'mere." benny's voice had a medicinal quality about it - you figured that out some time ago. his voice was a salve on sunburned skin. it was a cool mid-day rainstorm. it was enough to have your eyes flicking upward, your body moving forward, your mouth forming the shape of his name. "look at you," he practically purred. he seemed more coherent, which was great. you didn't like fuckin' benny when he was drunk - always fearin' it never meant the same as when he pressed himself into you sober. he held you at arms length, eyes traipsing the familiar paths his fingers and tongue had mapped repeatedly. "y'know, i could travel from here to fuckin' the ends of the universe n'never find a girl s'pretty as you."

"s'that what you're lookin' for when you leave?" the words escape your mouth before your brain can register the impact they will have, but benny doesn't seem all that deterred. he just shakes his head; half-hearted guilt tugging at the corner of his mouth as he lets ya go n'invites you inside. benny would never apologize for leavin'. that just wasn't his forte, but he'd make up for it. he always did.

the interior of benny's place is nicer than you'd expect n'it's all because johnny outright fuckin' refused to step foot in the place when benny'd first moved in. it was terrible, but now the trailer actually looks decent. s'not much: a small livin' space with a couch, a tiny kitchen, an even smaller bathroom, and a bedroom big enough for a few pieces of furniture, but it smells like benny: like motor oil and sandalwood and smoke and body wash and you wish they sold the scent in department stores because you'd buy up every bottle. it's the aroma you miss terribly when he runs. it's the scent you wish lasted just a bit longer on your bedsheets. it's now overwhelming as benny plods over, stubbing his cigarette out in the ashtray. hands unoccupied, he has nothing better to do with them than wrap 'em 'round your waist, tuggin' you into his slick embrace. his chin fits so nicely atop your head n'he's always told you that you were meant to be. "fuck soulmates. i think god s'got a big ass puzzle n'he just, tears it up. throws the pieces here n'there. but me'n'you, baby? we're always gonna fit together. m'always gonna find you." he wouldn't need to find you if he didn't run but when you're pressed so snugly together like you are now - well - he could say anything and you'd agree.

"look at me, darlin'. wanna see those eyes again. missed 'em so much." n'when you do look at him, you wish you hadn't. he looks better (somehow) than the last time you saw him: skin so clear, eyes so bright, smile taken from a fuckin' toothpaste commercial. it's unfair how good god made such a bad boy look. "there's my girl." and damn if his voice doesn't sound even better.

a half-hearted hum rolls from the back of your throat. you want nothing more than to be his girl, but he'd never really allow that. never really allow you to get close enough and the hurt must register on your face because benny's takin' your cheeks between his palms, eyebrows furrowing.

"what's goin' on, baby?"

baby. the word sounds so good rolling off his tongue. you wanna be his baby more than anything, but you say "nothin'" cuz that's all this will ever be.

"doesn't seem like nothin'. tell me." you think about it. could you, rather, should you tell him? the words are there, right there. right on the tip of your tongue; i miss you. i've missed you. i so badly wanted to see you. i want to be more than the girl you call when you want to fuck. the words are so hot you want to spit them out, but you can't say those things n'likely will never be able to. the words are toxic. poison. those words would assassinate this arrangement n'as much as it hurts, you know deep down you'd rather have pieces of benny than none at all so instead of speaking you rise on your tip toes and press your lips against his.

kissing benny is something you could never tire of. it's the delicate bite of his perfect teeth on your pillowy lip that has you opening your mouth - inviting him in - begging him to take. it's the taste of mint and cigarettes and liquor that lingers on your tongue that makes you long for more. but benny pulls away first - always does - n'that's when you notice the wrinkle in his brow is gone because he is no longer concerned about what's racketing around your brain. no. he's had a sample, and now he wants the whole thing.

"c'mere." it's an impossible command. you're already so close - any closer and you would - benny dips slightly, circling your thighs with his arms, pushin' you atop the high-backed couch where you wobble and clutch onto him which makes him smile but then everything changes because "want another kiss. missed that mouth so much." and you collide in a spit-soaked show of affection sure to bruise the flesh now scraping so deliciously against his beard.

this is familiar to benny. he knows where to touch you. knows how to caress your skin as he peels the shirt from your flushed torso and pushes the thin straps of your nightgown down. you're soft. he's always loved that about you. your voice. your hair. your skin. so supple. and there are times benny's gotta stop himself. he's gotta repress that primal urge to take, to claim, to mark but it's hard so hard because you are so soft. his agile fingers float down your neck, relishing in the plume of perfume that billows out as your body contorts closer and closer and closer. you're so responsive: gasping in the right places, arching into his hands so perfectly. your dainty inhales fuel him. he wants to do more. wants to hear more.

"you're gonna let me fuck you right here, aren't ya?" benny asks, pulling back to gauge your reaction. "missed me so much you're gonna let me fuck you on this couch, eh?"

"you're the one who called me." you say, smile wide and knowing as you feel benny's cock twitch. his eyes turn molten lapis. he had called you. he had missed you. but he wouldn't say it. couldn't.

"awfully mouthy," he clucks, pressing his mouth into yours for another taste. "why don't y'use it for somethin' else?"

before you, benny'd never been a fan of oral sex. i mean, he'd come around to enjoyin' it thanks to johnny but, it wasn't high on his list 'til you started suckin' him off any and every chance you got. for a mouth belonging to such a precious gal, he never would have expected the sinful things you could make him feel. n'now, knelt before him, he can barely fight the urge to shove his dick in your mouth.

"s'pretty. always so pretty." you hum. you got him out of his jeans in record time and thank god because it's probably a million degrees in the goddamn trailer. now he's free; cock out, dripping precum and he can see the pride puffin' up your chest. no other girl could get 'em like this - could rile him up 'til his cock was thick and heavy and veiny and hot to the touch - no one but you n'at the first whisper of your fingers, his head rolls back. his precum is good lubrication, but you need more. could always use more, so up you come, crossing your cute little feet under your bum, and then - fuck - you lean forward and spit on his heated skin. yeah, benny thinks he may cum from that alone.

"touch me, doll. c'mon."

"shh," your fingers form a loose circle 'round the base of his cock. "i've got you."

"jesus christ," its the feel of your lips on his thighs and your fingers on his dick that makes him squeeze his eyes shut. he's got one fist balled at his side, the other tucks its way into your hair because he's gotta do something. anything.

"y've still got your christmas tree up, so, y'know, could be insensitive what with the holidays n'all. chirstimas in july." and despite the fact that you've got his pulsing length so wet and hard in your hand - benny fucking laughs.

"you're so -" but whatever adjective he had planned to use flies from his mind the moment your mouth covers him. all he can think about now is not cumming. you don't need to know that he hasn't fucked another woman since the last time he was balls deep in you. you don't need to know that he hasn't jerked off in god knows how long in preparation for this night. the only thing that you need to know is that he fuckin' loves this. he just lets you work. just relishes in the feeling of having you there. of having your mouth on him. it's so heavenly. cavernous yet tight. wet and warm and "fuck - oh fuck - stop."

and you do with no hesitation. you pull away so quickly that strands of saliva trickle down onto your tits. okay. maybe not jerking off wasn't the best idea, benny determines.

"did i do something wrong?" your voice is husky, eyes wide and slightly frightened and benny thinks he may love you.

"no." he shakes his head, grabs your arms, pulls you up. "no. fuck - i wanna fuck you." he brushes his palm across your cheek, wiping the spit and precum away. "want to fuck you right here. on the couch. c'mon," he maneuvers you around, makin' it to where his bare ass is on the couch and you're hoverin' above him, smiling so cutely at him he's sure he's gonna explode. you're so fucking cute that it nearly suffocates him.

"gimmie another kiss." he breathes, cupping your cheek once more. your lips meet in a cacophony of sighs. relief slackens your shoulders and now anticipation builds because you know what's coming.

"benny,"

"mm?"

"unless you have rubbers tucked in the cushions," you have to fight through his kisses. "you can't fuck me here."

the words marinate. the ceiling fan bats them around like a cat does to yarn and then benny finally responds.

"let me fuck you raw."

there are a hundred good reasons why it's a horrible idea, but you can't conjure a single fucking one as your head bobs in agreement.

"yeah?" perhaps christmas miracles are still valid in july because holy shit. "yeah?"

"please."

"come 'ere then."

you're obedient. benny loves that about you. seconds later you're spreading your legs, shimmering with sweat as you fight to maintain your balance n'you look so hungry - so eager to please - so pretty n'he can feel your wetness seeping onto his bare thigh as you pepper tender kisses along his chest. you want this. you want it just as badly as he does. he can tell. those preening noises comin' from the back of your throat and the bite of your nails into his shoulder are the only things grounding him to this moment. he feels so light - like he could fuckin' float if you weren't sat atop him - but there is work to do. a certain set of things that need to be done before he can spear you on his cock.

"gonna stretch you open first," he tells you, pushing your hip back but you don't budge. your head shakes, lower lip juts out. no.

"i wanna feel it." you say, voice almost a whine. you're tired of waiting. tired of playing this game so you propel yourself onto your feet, nearly toppling as the cushion gives under your weight, but you've got this. you sweet capable being. "wanna feel you now." your right hand circles his cock. "just want you to be in me benny. jus' you." it's a confession spoken like gospel. n'with your help, his gushing head probes your wetness and benny's thoughts spiral recklessly. "ready?"

it's cute. the way you ask him. the way your pretty little head cocks to the side. it's even cuter the way your pussy so greedily takes his cock once benny gives you an answer. yes. a singular nod. then everything is hot. he's too close to the sun, but the burn is delicious.

every bump. every vein. every groove on his cock awakens something within you. your eyes are closed so tightly - you may rupture a vessel - but you don't care. you're full. so full n'he's only halfway in. it's never felt like this before. you're in uncharted territory so the first roll of your hips is exploratory. the second is more confident. the third is a plunge and benny is drowning.

"god. fuck." words to form coherent sentences have long since vanished from benny's vocabulary. and you? usually so deft with language, you're somewhat embarrassed at the foolishness of your grunts, but benny loves it. he watches you move from squinted eyes. you're fascinating; body shifting with ease up and down up and down up and down. the muscles in your stomach tighten and wan as his cock disappears deep in your cunt only to reappear seconds later dripping and glistening with remnants of your wet. it's hypnotic n'benny thinks you're magic and sweet and good but dirty - oh so dirty. his balls and heart squeeze simultaneously n'it only gets worse when you toss your arms around his neck. benny can feel your cool breath on his throat - it adheres to the damp indications you lips left behind - and your tits, god your tits press against the material of his colors and rub and rub and rub. it's intimate. it's too much. too long like this and benny knows he'll be spillin' his secrets and his seed and that's not how he wants this to go, not yet anyway.

the change in position catches you by surprise, he can see it on your face. those puffy lips part in confusion, but he silences your questions with a shattering kiss. your teeth gnash and spit slips down your chin as he bites your inhibitions away. he's got you beneath him now. missionary. his favorite because he just likes lookin' at you. likes being close, so close. he's in his element; forehead pressed against yours, mouth open, grunting obscenities as he pushes harder and harder and harder into your sobbing pussy. you're slowly disintegrating. the way your ankles lock around his spine perfectly aligns your clit with his pelvic bone and my god nothing has ever felt quite so good.

"benny," your voice is a dark whisper that grows brighter brighter brighter as he thrusts into oblivion. you want more. want it harder. and benny is happy to oblige. the sound of his nuts slapping against your soaked center reminds him of a fuckin' metronome. your pitiful little moans could put pornstars to shame.

"you're so fuckin' tight." and it's true. he's said it to other girls before out of courtesy, but he means it with you. "when i cum you're gonna take every drop, mm?" benny's ability to say such delivish things so close to your face drives you insane. it's as though he's tellin' you what the weather is gonna be tomorrow, or sayin' his favorite color. "s'my favorite pussy to fuck. no one feels like you." he should stop, but he can't. it's too good. you're so good. "only girl i wanna fill. only girl i wanna give my cum to."

if pride were a flower you'd be a fuckin' garden. confidence flourishes like ivy as he keeps. going. it's in this moment you know it's worth it. the hours waiting for him. the lonely nights. it's all worth it. benny is worth it.

"are y'gonna cum in me?" at the sound of your voice, benny's forehead crashes down on yours. his eyelashes are so long they kiss the tops of his round cheeks.

"fuck - yeah."

"yeah?" you angle your pelvis, gasping at the new sensation. n'benny knows what to do. knows how to send you over. snaking a hand down, his index finger rubs circles around your clit, dipping down, pullin' your shared juices up. you're not gonna last much longer n'as much as he wishes he could keep you here forever his fucking nuts are so tight. he's so close.

"fuck - baby. shit."

"do it deep. wanna have you leakin' out of me for days. want somethin' to remember you by." you've never spoken like this before - his sweet darling - where did this mouth come from? one hand squeezes your jaw. something to remember him by? he'll give you something. he pushes your head to the side, latching his teeth into the side of your neck. the rough yet delicate suck and soothing stroke of his tongue add another element to the amalgamation of pleasure, and now you feel like you're drowning.

"m'gonna cum." benny’s choked voice rasps in your ear.

"cum in me."

"fuck im gonna cum in you."

he couldn't pull out even if he wanted to. there's no willpower strong enough to allow him to extract his cock from your pussy. he's sure of it.

"need you to cum with me." his index finger circles around and around and around. "gotta cum when i tell you. yeah? gonna be a good girl n'listen to daddy?" your toes fuckin' curl, digging into the cushion. "use your words." he doesn't know - doesn't care - that your words have magically turned into alphabet soup; there are letters and sounds but no coherence, but it's no excuse. benny, devilishly, begins to slow. "use. your. words." each syllable is punctuated with a sharp thrust n'the head of his cock is wedging so deliciously against your spongy center that you nearly cum, but you don't. you're good. so good.

"m'gonna listen." you wail. "gonna be good." your reward is a kiss and the continuation of benny's deliriously fast pace.

"knew you would." it becomes hard to speak with you squeezing round him like that. his pleasure is melting into an unidentifiable mass. he knows nothing of isolation. his body no longer belongs to him. he can't tell where you start and he ends but he knows where you will finish. "gonna need you to cum, pretty baby." he's unable to do much more than whisper. "ready?" you nod. "ready?"

"please."

"now."

you couldn't hold back even if you tried. the first spurt of benny's cum is so warm you make a surprised little gasp. he's so deep, pumping his load so deep that the lower part of your abdomen has stretched in accommodation. your bodies flounder together; fingers pressing, lips melting, legs tangling. benny thrusts once, twice, three times more before he's spent. his body begins to still - his weight slowly pressing upon you before collapsing. your thundering heart could lull him to sleep if he'd allow it, but he can't allow it because unlike with other women; the lustful haze refuses to dissipate. post-nut clarity doesn't exist when the woman you fucked looks and feels the way you do and it scares benny so much that he collects you in his arms n'moves you off of him.

"i'll bring you somethin' to wipe off with." he doesn't look at you as he rises. instead he chooses to focus on how his legs don't feel like his legs. how the hot water won't warm up n'he can't give you a cold rag. his disappointment grows when he returns to find you already shrugging back into your nightgown. the pair of you tend to yourselves. you wipe benny's cum off your thighs and toss the rag into the dirty clothes pile on the floor. you try not to linger. you know it only makes things harder, but benny's gazin' at you with those eyes. he's fixin' your necklace and opening the door for you.

"gimmie a hug?" his bravado is gone. his voice is quiet, his arms are welcoming. you fool yourself into thinking he's gonna miss you too. you've got his cum dripping down your leg and he's got your heart in his hands but nothing has changed. things would never change. n'you wanna stay here - wanna stay with him for eternity - but if history repeats itself you will only have another minute in his embrace. he who holds your pieces together is the one responsible for their fractured state n'maybe you're a masochist. maybe you're in love with the wrong person. maybe none of it is supposed to make sense anyway.

when you part, you want to cry. benny kisses you. it's soft, a delicate kiss you wanna bottle and keep forever next to his scent. you worry that one day you will unknowingly have a last kiss with benny, but for now you allow yourself this moment. he won't promise to call n'you won't say goodbye. you'll just slip out into the night - probably call johnny usin' the payphone down the street and spend the rest of the night sobbin' into his neck.

but it's worth it. somehow even after it all, benny cross is still worth it.

#clo really doesn’t know how to write smut #i really ran with this #it's so long and it feels so bad because i have been staring at it all day #but enjoy!#nsfw!#benny cross smut #austin butler #benny cross #the bikeriders #austin butler x reader #benny cross x reader #the bikeriders x reader #the bikeriders smut #austin butler smut #benny boy :')#✍🏼#toxic!benny

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howlingday · 16 days ago

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The Vytal Festival, Leader~!

Jaune: (Thinking) The festival is today. Some people are going out of their way to dress up for it. Probably every girl here is wearing some kind of dress or another.

Jaune: (Thinks of Nora in a dress, Blushes) She... She wouldn't ask me. She'd think I'm too creepy to ask. But... If she won't ask me... Should I?.

Jaune: NO WAY! NEVER! NOT IN A MILLION YEARS! She'd just say something even worse like,

Nora: (Jaune impersonating) "Whaaat~?! Leader WANTS to go to the festival with me? Ew~! I would have asked you as a joke to see how flustered you'd get! This just makes you look even more desperate and creeeeeepy~!"

Jaune: ...

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Jaune: I might as well look around since it only comes once in a while... Maybe I should get some caramel popcorn before going back to the dorm.

???: (Taps Jaune's shoulder)

Jaune: (Turns)

Yang: FOUND YA, VOMIT BOY~!

Ruby: We found ya~!

Jaune: !!!

Jaune: (Runs away)

Ruby: (Chases, Tackles him)

Yang: Didn't take you for the festival guy, Vomit Boy~.

Ruby: Never took, VB~!

Yang: Wait... Don't tell me... You only came out... looking for Nora~? Just out and about hoping to see her, right~?

Ruby: Aw~! That's cute~!

Jaune: N-NO WAY!

Yang: Eh, that's too bad. She told us she wasn't coming down. Said she had to make up for a test or something.

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Oh. Alright then. (Walking away)

Yang: (Grabs his arm) Hey, hey, where you goin'~?!

Ruby: (Grabs his arm) Hey, hey~!

Yang: Hey, Rubes~! Grab... "THAT"!

Ruby: Gotcha, gotcha~!

CLANK!

Jaune: (Metal collar around neck) !!!

Ruby/Yang: WE CAUGHT A VOMIT BOY~!

Yang: You're ours now, Vomit boy~!

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Ren: I'm sorry for keeping you so late, Nora, but you need to keep your grades up.

Nora: Yeah, yeah. Honestly, I wanted to do more, but things kept coming up.

Ren: Actually, the festival is today, isn't it? Why don't we go?

Nora: Hmm...

Nora: (Thinks of Jaune, Smiling) Maybe I should...

BZZ! BZZ!

Nora: Huh? (Checks scroll)

Yang: (Via scroll) Look what we caught~!

Ren: (WHOOSH!) Hm? Nora? Nora? Where'd you go?

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Jaune: Wait... You sent that pic to Nora?

Yang: Yup~! Should be here any minute now to steal our pet~!

Jaune: WHO ARE YOU CALLING A PET?!

Ruby: (Points at Jaune) PET~!

Jaune: She's doing make-up assignments, though.

Jaune: (Fidgets)

Jaune: She's not going to show up anyways.

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Nora:

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Yang: (WHOOSH!) Hm? Hey, look who finally showed up~! Didn't you have a test to redo?

Nora: Y-Yeah, but it was, like, super easy, y'know?!

Jaune: (Wearing the collar)

Yang: (Holding the leash, Grinning)

Ruby: (Grinning)

Nora: YOUR COLLAR... IS HILARIOUS.

Yang: Right~? Super hilarious~!

Ruby: Hilarious~!

Nora: IT LOOKS LIKE FUN. GIVE IT.

Yang: (Keeps leash out of reach)

Yang: VOMIT BOY IS OURS NOW~! Y'WANT 'IM BACK?! YOU GOTTA BEAT US IN A CONTEST~!

Ruby: Contest~! Contest~!

Nora: Psh! I don't give a damn about Leader, but I ain't steppin' 'way from a challenge!

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Nora: By the way, Leader... I didn't think you liked festivals.

Jaune: I... I-I thought it'd be a nice change of pace, you know?

Nora: ...Wait a minute, were you waiting for me to ask you~?

Jaune: N-NO! NO WAY!

Nora: Hahahahaha~! Ah...

Nora: ...If you want to go to the festival with somebody, Leader... It's better you ask them out yourself.

Jaune: ...

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Nora: Winner~!

Yang: Huh? What are you talking about? We've got way more prizes than you!

Nora: Yeah, but look at this plush sword! Quality over quantity, right?

Yang: Even still, we've got more than enough stuffing in our prizes to make twice of your sword, right, Ruby?

Ruby: But the sword has actual value...

Yang: What?! For real?!

Nora: Y'want the sword, Ruby~? I know you love weapons of all kinds~!

Ruby: SWORD! SWORD~!

Yang: I can't believe you bribed my sister!

Nora: I CAUGHT A LEADER~!

Jaune: Will you take this stupid collar off already?

Yang: Suit yourself~! (Removes collar) Later, Vomit Boy~! Try not to get caught, alright~?

Ruby: Be free, little Vomit Boy~! Be free~!

Jaune: I'M NOT A WILD ANIMAL!

Ruby/Yang: (Leave)

Nora: ...

Jaune: ...W-Well, since we're here... Why don't we walk around for a bit?

Nora: Y-Yeah... Sure!

#rwby #ijiranaide nagatoro san #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #ruby rose #yang xiao long #lie ren

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meli-writes · 18 hours ago

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Long Time, No Shear - Ch. 01

A sheepish Fae-girl is desperate for someone to shear her for the summer, and to not be weird about it.

There’s a human on Dolly’s doorstep — and she’s naked.

Okay. No, not literally. Per human customs this is all completely appropriate, if a little avant-butch, for the current weather. Black boots and denim short-shorts; enough chains to lose count; loose, side-slit tank that makes her toned, tanned arms part of the outfit; no attempt to hide the lace bra underneath — citrine yellow, to match the sun beating down on her.

And Dolly, snout pressed on the window, feels like she can see all of her.

But— she’s here because Dolly invited her and Dolly can sympathise, because it has been three weeks since she was supposed to have been sheared and she is melting.

(It is though 100% the humans’ fault this is the 8th ‘hottest summer’ — on record, in a row.)

And so there she is, pressing forward through the curtains, trying not to be noticed while she works up the courage, when all of a sudden the human looks at her.

And waves.

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sheep-goat Fae needs EMERGENCY help w/ summer shear. Can be reg if not weird

Last posted 18 hours ago on Fluffr, the dating-slash-bulletin app for Fae and panel-vetted humans. Yes, humans named it.

It still takes a weird person to apply to the panel, unless they got Fae-referred but that’s got pitfalls too; it also went public after the grants dried up, and has gotten worse because of that particular human-neoliberal urge to overdevelop everything into ruins; and it’s where she met her Wolf-Fae ex — the one who dumped her four weeks ago. But:

It’s still better than the human apps.

Because Dolly doesn’t need this to become a weird sex thing because it’s already super intimate and freaky — and it’s what every human she meets on their apps tries anyway.

Y’know, before she shuts them down and they false-report her till she’s banned.

None of this is the Dolly-in-distress’ preference. Not by the length of a thousand leylines.

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“Hey. Sorry about that,” Dolly says, sheepishly.

“You’re all good,” the human replies, a smile perched beneath her silver-rimmed aviators. “I’m looking for someone in need of a bit of help, roommate maybe?”

“Dolly! Yeah. That’s me,” Dolly cuts in.

She points to the thin, white line traced on the interior doorframe, “You see the chalk? It’s a shadowskin enchantment, here and on the windows. Makes me look human from the outside, your side, so no one stares.”

“Ace! Makes total sense. Fiona, by the way,” Fiona says, as she steps past the threshold.

Behind the aviators her eyes glimmer, and Dolly has to remind herself it’s just the dispelled illusion and not— “You are a beaut, but I see yer problem.”

She’s glad Fiona can see the smooth, mottled-white velvet on her face now, because even from across the street anyone looking in would be seeing her cheeks swell up with a redcap-crimson blush.

“Girlfriend broke up on ya, didn’t she?” Fiona asks, a little idly.

“Mutual! It… was… mutual,” Dolly bleats, biting down on a full-blown shriek. “Okay. No. But she did it at the worst time and—” She breathes in the infodump, stops herself, curls in an outstretched finger and restarts, “Remember what I said on Fluffr about privacy?”

Fiona winces, hard, and Dolly has to smother her mirror of it, cursing at herself in her own head for not sucking it up. It’s nothing I didn’t tell her, justifying the post and shit. She was just—

“Yeah nah, totally,” Fiona says to her relief. “Just out to help a fellow gal in need.”

(Fellow. Yeah. Dolly also had to tell her in those DMs that Dolly was trans — up the freak-show sentiment even further — because there was no way around Fiona seeing it.

Humans could never tell otherwise, even though her horns were still buck-sized.

She was half-goat anyway, which explains away most irritating questions she gets from them — even if they still didn’t stop staring at the black thigh-high wool pattern on her legs.)

Dolly tries to move on, before Fiona stepping back over boundaries also means out the door, “Thanks. You’ve got uhh— experience. Right?”

Fiona’s nerves are swallowed in a moment. “Reckon!�� she says, bouncing on her feet. “I was a kid when there was still livestock on the big, industrial farms. Went to the sheep-stations each year to help out; docking lambs in the spring and the like.”

(When Fiona had mentioned her ‘experience’ in DMs Dolly convinced herself it was practical. Human ethics have been catching up since Fae unveiled themselves a few decades back, after the Vampires, but it was still… weird.)

Did she have to specify docking? Dolly thinks as her tail twitches, and thinks Fiona can see her trying to hide it, and that Dolly can see that Fiona can see that, and that—

“That’s… okay? You’re okay?”

“Ahh! Yep. It’s helpful, not weird,” Dolly answers desperately. “Well, it’s a little weird, but it always is. Just remember that I’m very much sapient and talkative.”

She steps into the next room without looking, hoping Fiona is still with her.

---

“Alright girl, are ya ready?” Fiona asks, observing Dolly scurrying over the plastic mat that covers the floor, making sure it’s tightly held at each corner by a chair or spare textbooks.

“Uhh, one minute. Could you— look away?” asks Dolly, bringing a long-clawed paw to the neck of her shirt. “I know you’re gonna look back but—”

Fiona turns. She’s not giving you a striptease, she thinks to herself, pottering over to the sideboard to distract herself, “This is the stuff here?”

Dolly watches as Fiona inspects her life-long assembled kit — explains, “Yeah. I had to figure out what was best for me. Was not cheap.” Fiona whistles in agreement, as she slides a slim pair of double-bow metal shears out of the sunlight.

“I know this girl who can roo, so lucky,” Dolly adds, jerking about as her pencil-skirt stretches over her fluff-plumpened ass and— “Okay, ready.”

She sees Fiona tee-up herself, nabbing the electric handpiece. “No wide combs, I like it. Grandpa used to say we lost the union to those things,” she says, before turning back around and instinctively sizing Dolly up.

“Huh… like a whether,” she mutters under her breath.

Dolly has tried desperately to never learn the terminology; doesn’t think when she idly asks Fiona, “Excuse me?”

“Comb on the handpiece: anything bigger than 2.5 inches is a ‘wide’ comb,” Fiona answers obliviously. “So you can go faster, and get paid less. I suppose it makes sense to go smaller, and you’re not looking to sell the fleece are ya?”

(She had — once. When she still had rent to pay, and was needily short, so went and sold it on a Fae-fetish site for a shameful and incredible amount. And still thinks about it sometimes.)

Right now, her hooves grind anxiously into the floor. “No, Fiona. The other thing?”

The human’s round eyes tumble back into the abyss of their sockets, as Fiona’s brow rises in concert with realising what she’s said; something Dolly hasn’t the expertise to know, only the foolishness to ask. She doesn’t answer. Dolly feels the plastic fibres beginning to snag under her circling hoof.

“Say it, or go and don’t help me,” she demands at last.

“It’s a… castrated male,” Fiona says, biting her cheeks. “Sorry. Maybe I should go anyway? It was a bit of a heinous thing to say—”

“Nope. No, you’re doing it now,” Dolly tells her, making it obvious she’s guilting her. “Or, maybe I pull out Fluffr and report you?”

Tormenting her too — all while utterly in the fluff, Fae-adapted phone stylus in hand.

Fiona twists at her shirt, briefly exposing a rippling mid-riff, “You wouldn’t… really?”

Dolly makes a show of walking up, tucking the stylus into a stationary-drowned mug, and looks at her. “Fiona, I’m fucking with you. You apologised, and I’m desperate here.”

“It really is that bad?” Fiona mutters, as much about the overcoat as realising her pitiful remorse is far better than Dolly must usually get.

“You know what crutching is?” Dolly asks.

Fiona nods.

“Eugh. And, it’s a fifth of my body weight. Roughly. And fuck it’s so hot these days.”

“Yeah nah, lost my hometown to a wildfire,” Fiona says, a little dissonantly chipper about it. “Why I moved here to be honest with ya.”

“Shit. Sorry I’m—”

“Our fault,” Fiona reassures. Meaning humans. “Not yours. Just tryna help.”

“You really are, y’know.”

She sinks to her knees, leaning forward and pressing her thighs together to hide herself a little, and coaxes Fiona to join her. “My girlfriend— my ex— she promised to help me after the breakup ‘cos I was due but well… ghosted me, then blocked me after I called.”

(Six voicemails. The first few reminders; the last few begging.)

“The other options are like pay three hundred pounds to get nude at a hairdressers, and/or livestream the thing on a fetish site to break-even,” Dolly continues, knowing exactly what that site is called. “Yeah… nah.”

Fiona listens, but doesn’t look, focused on setting a few implements down before taking an offered arm to follow her down. “Wow, you’re soft.”

“Uhh, yeah? Unlike the sheep you’re used to, I don’t like live in a field,” Dolly says sardonically. “I get a bath in this place.”

“Sweetheart, you’ve got an entrance hall, lounge, staircase. It’s heaps better than ninety-percent of the places in this city. Certainly better than the box I’m allowed to rent,” Fiona retorts, flipping the handpiece on.

Dolly lets out a small, nervous titter. The way humans tangled up their housing with markets seemed remarkably silly. “Adjustment funds, the Greater London—”

Fiona swipes, a whole ream of Dolly-fluff falling off of her.

“Hey-hey-hey! Wait!” Dolly squeals, Fiona blinking as she rushes to pause and Dolly collects herself. “You uh— need to go slower than that.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. Was just thinking you’d want me to be… efficient.”

She smiles plaintively, “I mean, I do. It’s just I wanna make sure it’s not scruffy, or messy, or obvious. ‘Cos that would take weeks to grow out. It’s best to sort of—” She holds her breath, and looks at Fiona who’ll never be more ready for this.

“Go slow and hold me down.”

Fiona swallows, wishing it was light beer and not the sheep-girl’s dignity going down.

“And that’s… where people get really weird, right?” she asks.

“Yep.”

If they somehow got this far.

“Like, seriously — how do I explain on an ad: hiya, I need a girl to pin my nude body down and spend four-to-five hours groping me and not somehow make it a weird sex thing.

And, y’know, not make it too much of a regular weird thing either.”

She sighs; rearranges herself to lean back into Fiona, bumping horn into chest.

“Throat’s best to start,” she says, after a moment.

Fiona’s hand reaches slowly, constantly darting her eyes back-and-forth for consent and, not seeing any complaint, takes Dolly at the horn and pulls her low till she’s able to line the handpiece up against the notch at the base of her neck. She closes her eyes, a little unemboldened. The lambs never talked back to her or looked this cute.

“Come on,” Dolly interrupts. “I’d like to wear clothes again today.”

Fiona fumbles, and blinks open, and the lamb in her arms just laughs. It’s difficult not to, there isn’t a way this isn’t absurd and Fiona thinks she gets that now.

Her gaze focuses, a little less nervous this time. A smile creeps to the corner of her mouth, “No worries. I’ll get ‘er right, sweetheart.”

---

Three hours in, and Fiona’s just now reached Dolly’s hips. The arms were simple, if a bit too close to being nipped once or twice; the back came off clean, and Dolly doesn’t admit she thinks about that site again; the tits weren’t bad — mostly covered in the same velvet that’s on her face, all the way down to her— y’know.

(Dolly also absolutely does not mention the three times she came this morning. Not for any sort of pleasure, spirits no. But to make sure there’s as little chance as possible that she gets hard from the super-hot, basically-nude butch handling her like— well, like a sheep.)

The ass was mild torture; Fiona tearing her facial muscles to shreds in the sternest wince of her life, as she held up Dolly’s fat, soft cheeks to clean up the folds where her ass met her thighs. Dolly, at least, holding herself in a grim but merciful silence of solidarity, till at last both rushed to kick back into listing off more of their shared, fascinating, and agonising spars with each of the respective departments of the Home Office that exists to make their lives a bureaucratic nightmare.

It made it all too easy for Fiona to forget Dolly was even supposed to wear clothes, until she was looking at her bend down to a cupboard to fetch mugs for a strongly needed tea-break, even in the present heat.

But, it’s smooth now, and so she runs a hand serenely down the small of Dolly’s back, not thinking of anything more than just making sure the girl’s cut is clean and consistent — till her hand reaches that newly-shorn ass and—

Bleat!

It’s the tiniest sound Fiona has ever heard, and it sounds hot.

What comes after is worse than the ass-silence. Fiona tries not to panic, hopes that Dolly didn’t feel the still in Fiona’s slide, but before she can click on the handpiece to continue—

“Oh— God. I am so sorry,” Dolly squeals.

“No, no. It’s okay,” Fiona protests but Dolly is wrestling out of her lap and she doesn’t dare stop her, as the self-excoriated sheep covers her mouth in shock.

Fiona tries to raise her hands in surrender, “I-I wasn’t thinking. Or rather thinking of you like a— I just wanted to check it was all the right length.”

“Fiona, you heard that right. I sounded like I was—” Dolly buries her face into the unshaven fluff of her thighs, butting the tip of her snout through to sniffle at the air. “You know what I said earlier…. weird sex thing. Like I’d never mean to, it’s just you’re hot and I can feel all of you. And I know how dumb that sounds coming out of me and with what the weather’s like but I’m used to people wearing like— more than that when they’re shearing me.”

She parts herself like Moses, and looks at Fiona clenching herself in awkward horror.

It really doesn’t help how it makes all her muscles flex.

“I-I’ve made it weird, not you,” Dolly whines; crucifies herself on the plastic sheet, “You can stop there, and I can wear shorts or a skirt so you don’t need to shave my legs.”

No one’ll notice the bulge. Shadowskin can take care of it. Right?

“Are you sure?” Fiona asks, tentatively placing her on Dolly’s knee and sinking it down a bit into her coat. Forcefully enough to both reach her wayward lamb, and to demonstrate the problem still there. “It’s really okay, that was totally me. I just sort of—

forgot the artwork for the canvas it was on.”

Dolly looks up, jerks a horrifically undecided croak out of her throat, and asks, “Did you prepare that one? You don’t… you don’t think this is a date, do you?”

There’s no velvet to hide the crimson shame that courses across Fiona’s cheeks, nor the same cushioned thighs to tuck them behind. “No, no, definitely not. Sorry,” she cries. “I know what you said too, and I don’t wanna be another weird human that you’re suffering for… basic care! It was just that you seemed… cute? And I don’t know, it feels nice to rescue a gal in need. I-I didn’t expect anything, I just… didn’t want to say no if you liked me too.”

The sheep stares at her, tilted head and pursed lips. Dolly can’t tell what reaction she’s having, which bloody well means Fiona won’t be able to.

Instead she slides back across the plastic and lies on her back, pulling her legs up till each forms a triangle. It does the trick.

“Should do the legs, shouldn’t I,” Fiona says — and Dolly is glad she didn’t have to ask.

---

The door is open, and Fiona hovers at not-quite the threshold unsure if she should be on the inside or the outside of it. Of the chalk line, Dolly’s rather literal boundary.

Dolly at least is— Fiona can’t admit it, not now, but she’s beautiful. To see the whole of her not in shittily-taken photo-form — her stylus is there for a reason it seems — but all in motion, as she stretched and shook and wiggled her tail and shorn-at-last self.

It’s hard not to feel proud too, of a job done well, of a girl saved.

The magic — the metaphorical, right now — worn off though leaves Dolly hovering too. She looks about as stressed as when Fiona showed up, but she hopes it’s only in a way that’s her fault — and that it’ll be quickly settled when she’s been booted out the door never to see her again.

“Uhh. Hey,” Dolly says, sheepishly, like Fiona was just coming in again. “You really helped me out a lot today.”

“No drama, sweetheart,” Fiona replies, the points of boots tip-tapping as she looks down at herself. “But, I should’ve dressed up better, didn’t think at all it’d be such a bother for you. Or— not a bother but— not your fault.”

“No I— It’s cool. You look good.”

“Oh… Thanks.”

She takes a step back, pulls out her aviators and tries to flip them on but Dolly just reaches out and takes her at the wrist. They stare at each other for a moment, but Dolly doesn’t let go, and Fiona doesn’t shake her off.

“Would you wanna help me next time?” Dolly asks, in more of a squeak than a sensible, unheated whisper. “It’s in a few months time… a lighter cut, for autumn.”

She drops Fiona, watches nervously as Fiona’s own nerves creep across her face, “Oh, I mean, sure! Would you wanna meet up before then, maybe? I don’t know, just to help things be more… normal.”

Dolly laughs, sweet on the afternoon breeze that’s sweeping in. “Now it’s a date?”

Fiona’s tongue wants instinctively to slither down her throat, but she thinks she can spot one of the girl’s teases by now — and she probably does have all the right to be a little mean.

“If you’d like it to be,” Fiona teases back. “But — for real — I’m still happy to help.”

Dolly huffs, and smiles in eminent satisfaction, “Then yeah, we can call it a date.”

It’s when Dolly’s peering through the curtains a few minutes later that she sees Fiona, thinking she can’t be seen, stop at short distance down the street and dance with glee for just a precious, delightful moment, before she looks back with a dumb, fond smile on her face and it just cracks when she realises Dolly can still see her.

And Dolly waves.

And Fiona can see her blush.

---

(Masterpost) / (Next)

#melinoë writes #f/f #butch4femme #lesbian writers #sheep furry #please don't hate me furries i love you #for all the freaks who correctly bully me for being a sheep girl #i think i'm legally obligated to get my sheep fursona now #this sat in my drafts for 10 months dear god

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a-killer-obsession · 5 months ago

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Hi there 👋! I want to ask how would Kid pirates (the main 4) react to a male s/o who absolutely hates being bottom? Like, he will ONLY top them and won't let them top him

Will they try to persuade him to do so or will they accept being bottom forever for their beloved one?

Probably, some hc about them as bottoms?

Thank you for your kind answers❤️

Oh man, I think they would definitely make it their goal to convince him how good being a bottom is. I think what it would take though was Wire acting as a bottom for the s/o to finally be convinced. As I said in this post, I think Kid is a switch but secretly prefers to bottom, Killer prefers to top but also enjoys bottom, and Heat absolutely prefers to bottom but will top if you ask him to. Wire however is like the toppiest top, but I imagine if the other three absolutely begged, and for the good of convincing s/o (because lets be honest, both being tops is driving Wire insane and he wants that ass) he would make the sacrifice and let someone top him, probably Killer since he taught Kil to top so he knows he'll treat Wire good.

Now, for specifics of the boys as bottoms with male partners:

☠️Kid Pirates☠️

Bottom Headcanons w/ AMAB Partner 🍆

🔞 Minors DNI 🔞

Kid

Only does it the first time after Killer sneaky convinces him to let him play with his ass. He lays awake all night before finally cracking and asking Kil to fuck his ass. After that its his favourite thing

Not a big fan of giving blowjobs, but he'll over his ass up in a microsecond

Too lazy for lube and proper prep, just fuckin spit in it and fuck him already

Wants his ass fucked till he sees stars and can't walk tomorrow

Prefers it over fucking someone else

Like i mentioned in the kink post as well, he wants the shit beat out of him while its happening. Seriously, draw blood, it makes his cock twitch

Killer

Loves giving blowjobs just as much as he loves eating girls out

Wants that cum on his face but if you get it in his hair you better be prepared for the two hour ordeal of helping him wash, dry and brush it

Doesn't give up his ass easy but whines like a bitch in heat when he finally does

Loves to fuck a girl while someone fucks him

PULL! HIS! HAIR!

Uh totally unrelated 👀 but i literally just drew this earlier today, gotta crop it cos tumblr but you smell what I'm steppin in? The handle is BUILT IN, USE IT!

Heat

He's been walkin around all day with a plug in his ass just WAITING for someone to slam him against a wall and fuck him hard

Wants to choke and gag on it, wants to feel that hot cum sliding down his throat

His absolute fav thing is when the other 3 gangbang him, all taking turns deepthroating him and pounding his ass. Hes in heaven when they leave him seeing stars and covered in their collective cum, he wants to be fucking dripping

Loves eating the other guys's cum out of a pussy or asshole, loves licking people clean of cum

Wire's favourite little plaything, his personal cocksleeve, but the whole crew essentially freeuses him

Big time into being the reciever in watersports. Sometimes if theres a long stint between islands the others will just chain him up in the brig and use him however they please. He fucking loves it.

Wire

Happens when the planets align during a solar eclipse. Fr a rarity, but hes so good at topping and the others all want that monster cock so bad that him being a bottom hardly ever happens

He'll suck cock, but not cos you asked him to, because you begged. Most things a bottom would do he does as a top. Even when he rides cock on the rare occasion, he's doing it entirely under his control

Just generally not that into being a bottom, it doesn't get him off as much, so you have to really really work for it

Easier to convince him to give up his ass if hes fucking someone else at the same time

Backseat driver the whole time, another reason it hardly happens, cos he's annoying and fussy as hell and not in a sexy bratty way

#finally getting back to a few asks now that my brain is workin again #ask kil headcannon #ive just now realised im spelling headcanon wrong but i already commited to that tag whoops #killer one piece #massacre soldier killer #kid pirates #heat one piece #eustass kid #eustass captain kidd #kid one piece #wire one piece

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jacevelaryonswife · 2 years ago

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I’m not your steppin’ stone

Just like the Disney tales, your love story with Jace started in a drinking contest when you almost threw up on him.

pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Fem!Reader — Aegon’s participation.

a/n: Since I became obsessed with modern!hotd guys I thought I'd write this. Originally it would be called “I'm not your steppin' stong” because the monkees song, but I didn't think it would match. This is would be a short series (I think 💀)

warnings: alcohol and drugs consumption, curse words, fluffy and humor. +18.

“Hi, I’m Jace, but I know you know that.” He held out his hand towards you with a wide smile on his face.

“Hi Jace.” Taking his hand with a sideways smile, you said your name before repeating his earlier sentence. “But I know you know that.”

Alcohol was a funny thing. Normally Jace wasn't afraid to approach girls, he was handsome, confident and kind, but there was so much about you that intimidated him. Your posture, your beauty, your intelligence… all based on opinions taken 10 minutes ago — when you first met. Again, alcohol was a funny thing as any inhibitions that would have him not reaching out to you were completely broken when he took three shots of vodka (who had that shitty idea?). Despite your presence, your friends looked at him curiously as he approached.

You thought he was cute with his flushed cheeks, bright eyes and sweet smile, and the curls that fell over his shoulder. He was handsome and made you smile open like a teenager. Before everything starts to blur.

Oh no.

“You've probably heard this but you're so pretty and smart you'll finish college at 21 that's wow I wish I was your friend or boyf-“

Somewhere between Jade's incredibly quick words (was his name Jade?) your head turned strong and the growing sensation in your stomach made you take a few steps back.

“Ouh, I think I’m going to throw up.”

Jace stopped talking abruptly, expression mildly shocked and hurt by your rudeness. “Oh… I'm sorry if I was intrusive but if you didn't feel like me there was no need to be rude.”

"Dude, I think she's being literal." A voice behind you says, you think it’s your bestfriend Rylie. “WHERE IS THE FUCKING BATHROOM?”

"Fuck." You murmured, being dragged by him to the other room. The burning in your stomach and throat being too unbearable not to give in.

Your perception didn't catch Jace coming up behind you two or the "Oh fuck fuck fuck" he said when he understood the situation. He preempted opening the bathroom door and turning on the light, lifting the toilet seat for you. (He’s a fucking gentleman).

It was one of the most humiliating things you've ever been through in public. Lucky for you, you didn't know those people and you wouldn't see them again (most of them). The only thing you could say with propriety after being picked up by Jace and cleaned up by Rylie was:

"Don't let Aegon know about this."

The rest of the night was a blurry mess on the way home.

However, it wasn't your intention to get drunk at a major college frat party — the reason was entirely self-explanatory. However, when Cregan, your friend Sara's idiot brother, bet $50 that he could beat anyone in a drinking contest a small, sudden urge to challenge him sparked in you. A small, almost unnoticed urge. You ignored it and went back to paying attention to your friends' conversation, but another idiot named Blah Blah (you didn't remember his name) raised the bet to 100 dollars and decided that vodka would be the drink. Interesting.

"You go? It would be awesome to see Cregan's face when he loses." Sara suggested, enjoying the thought.

“Getting drunk at a frat party? No fucking way.” You replied, dismissing the idea quickly.

Although. The main factor was yet to come.

The Idiot Master and leader of the frat: Aegon.

“100? You are so cute. I bet 150 on whoever beats me.” He took $50 out of his wallet and dropped it into the glass in the center of the table. “Ladies.”

Ok, that was really attractive. Your friends practically yelled at you to go, saying they would have your back and not leave your side when (and if) you won. "We're not going to let any idiot take advantage of you." Rylie assured. The encouragement was almost suffocating, making you give in.

As you approached the edge of the round table, looking curiously into the glass and leaving twenty dollars, Aegon smiled at the sight. “Only this love, have so little faith in you?” He teased with a side smile, receiving your response in the same tone when you rested your hands on the table and tilted your head:

"I don't want to humiliate you when I win."The guys' screams almost had you rolling your eyes in amusement, keeping your gaze fixed on the blonde in front of you.

"And that's how we start the fucking drinking contest!" He yelled excitedly.

Soon, other participants began to arrive around the table, adding up to a total of six. Aegon invited his younger brother Aemond, who just declined with a "Fuck no." Blah Blah abstained from the dispute and remained as judge of the competition. A girl named Baela and a dude named Criston got together, making Aegon smile. Finally, there he was, with animated puppy eyes. His name was Jace and from what the blonde bitch said, he didn't have much resistance when it came to alcohol, but he would participate for fun. Apparently everyone at the table knew each other with exection to you.

For a short time.

Blah Blah boy took advantage of the situation to suggest a dynamic between the participants. The six will be in front of a person at the table, with whom they will share the glasses, during the competition those involved can ask and provoke each other, however, interactions can only last 10 seconds and only the person with the bottle can ask.

He was almost a genius.

Sorting out the participants, Aegon was ahead of Cregan — a little irritated that he wasn't directly competing with you, who was paired with his nephew Jace, while Criston and Baela were facing each other.

“I think you’re making it easy for her.” Kicking off the provocations before the competition, the Targaryen told Blah Blah: “Jace will clearly be the first eliminated, he's a good boy."

"Probably." The guy in front of you nodded in amusement before his eyes fell directly on you, surprised by your next attitude.

“I like good boys.” You smile was sideways and seductive, looking from Aegon to Jace. If they wanted to play, you're game.

Oh fuck.

“Then you should be against me, love.” The blonde snapped, returning the same smile to you. Before a smart answer could come out of your mouth, Jace anticipated him by fucking his uncle.

His eyes were fully on yours as he pointed with his thumb at the older boy. “I wouldn't recommend it unless you want to get oral herpes.”

Your companions and you genuinely laughed at the expense of Aegon, who was totally in the game. He was a little shit, but so was Jace in his response. You liked it. After Aegon told him to fuck off, Blah Blah began the contest. Fun fact: you hated vodka.

Aegon was the first to pour himself and tip the glass, trying to ease the grimace. "Ok princess, what's your name?"

You replied calmingly, not wanting to drop the subject. Not because of him, but being among unknown people who knew each other was a little uncomfortable. “And yours, princess?” Your tone was playful, mimicking him.

The confused expression on the older Targaryen's face was definitely not the "princess", but the fact that you didn't know him. This made Cregan smile outright before tipping his glass and saying, "This is going to be fun."

Taking the bottle from his friend's hand, Jace — who was totally interested in knowing about you — filled the glass and made a complete face as he drank the vodka. You didn't spare the little smile at his reaction, which encouraged him to ask:

"What course do you study? Are you a freshman?”

Usually frat parties attracted the same group of people, but not everyone was there out of habit. Jace didn't usually go to all the parties, and he was pretty sure you didn't either. He didn't know why, he just felt it.

“I'm a senior undergraduate in agronomy, I'm almost finishing actually.” You answered.

“Uh, what-what does a professional in your field do?”

It was a common question for you, but very difficult to answer in less than 10 seconds (that's what you said to the Velaryon boy before Blah Blah ended the interactions time). It was your round, and as you didn't intend to embarrass yourself in front of the guys and girl, you calmly poured the vodka into the glass and drank it as if you were drinking water, no grimaces showing. How you hated vodka.

Sending Aegon a knowing look before the others could smirk at your attitude, you glanced at the guy on your right, Criston. "You really don't seem to attend frat parties." He looked mature and older than the other guys and girls, which caught your attention. You didn't want to be around a possible perv who only dates freshman girls.

“I don't actually attend, I'm grad student and I just wanted to see how the guys are doing.” He replied in a soft voice.

Ahh.

Passing the bottle to the girl with white hair and the almost mischievous smile who drank it quickly, with a brief grimace. “So Aeg, what's it like not to be recognized by a girl?”

The entire table shared her mood, smiling again at the blonde's expense.

“It is really devastating. I feel like a part of my heart has been stabbed by forgetfulness.” He scoffed in a serious tone, causing Aemond to huff as he walked past to grab something from the fridge. “Criston.” He pointed at the guy next to him. “Do the honors.”

With a grimace similar to Baela's, Criston drank and was calm in picking up the bottle and drinking the vodka, passing it to Aegon. “You’re a jerk.” He said.

“Why is everyone attacking me? Just because I'm going to win?" The Targaryen complained smugly, filling the small glass to the brim. “Agronomy girl, how old are you?”

“20.”

“What? And you are already finishing?” Jace asked out of turn, genuinely surprised.

“I will end up with twen-.” At the same moment you answered. Blah Blah interrupted the interaction.

"Dude, you can't talk when you don't have the bottle!”

“Sorry. What? Why not? You said whoever has the bottle can ask, but you didn't limit who can answer.” Jace complained, feeling warm from the drink.

“I… Okay, new rule: anyone not mentioned can't speak!”

“What if I want to mention someone outside of the conversation, can that person speak up?”

When I said that Blah Blah was almost a genius, I was exaggerating. You could really see the effort he was making to think, deciding that yes, fuck it, you can talk.

"So Jace, I'm going to end up with 21 actually." Your answer was not interrupted this time.

“How?”

“TIME IS OVER, NEXT!”

Jace was actually the first to leave the competition, with only three shots of vodka. He was red and hot, his head already started to spin a little. It was totally fun actually and he was totally into you. Damn it, you were savage and seductive, but also smooth. The alcohol was probably clouding his judgment, but he knew he needed your number. That's why even after self-eliminating, the Elder Velaryon continued around.

As the rounds went by, he got bolder and gradually got behind you. Normally he wouldn't dare so much (what the fuck was in that vodka?) but he knew there was a possibility that Aegon might try something on you, so his hand landed on your back as he whispered into your hair, close to your ear: “Defeat his ass, princess.”

You felt that. Turning to face him with a naughty smile and whispering on his lips: “Your request is an order.”

Oh fuck. He totally felt that too.

When the urge to pee and sit momentarily was too much to support, Jace went to the bathroom and spent a short time there, laughing about how funny the light was (maybe he shouldn't have tried marijuana before either).

At the end of the competition when Cregan was defeated, only Aegon and you were left at the table. Your badass posture had already been shaken and when you took the seventh shot it was hard to disguise the bitter grimace because of the ardor in your stomach and throat. Okay, maybe you were praying he would fold because you sure as hell couldn't take two more shots. If this worked? Aegon turned to vomit into the sink behind him. Holy fuck.

“Fuck, you're tough.” He admitted as he turned back to face you. “I fucking give up.” He almost laughed when he put his hands on the table and you swear you heard the screams of your friends and other people. A smile radiated across your face as you let yourself relax and take the money from the center of the table.

"Thanks love." You imitated him previously, clearly affected by alcohol. Your friends arrived behind you, where they never fully left.

He chuckled at your tone, nearly leaning across the table. "I'll bet you $50 that you'll be throwing up by the end of the night."

"I doubt it."

And here you were, held to your feet by Rylie and Jace as you slipped out of the bathroom. After Blah Blah yelled that you were his cool new friend, you left the party carried by your friends and the handsome brunette looking at you with worried eyes. "I'm fine." You assured, smiling drunk and happy.

“Can you let me know when you get home? To find out if she's okay." Jace asked your friend, grabbing his Instagram before watching him go. He wasn't proud of searching your account for your friend's, but fuck it, you only live once. And he sure wanted to see you again.

#jacaerys x reader #jacaerys velaryon x you #jacaerys velaryon #harry collett #modern headcanons #jacaerys velaryon x reader #modern!jacaerys #modern jace #modern hotd #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon ii #aegon targaryen

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blamemma · 2 months ago

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have exclusively only been listening to my two steppin' playlist since thursday. funky house beats only. no sad songs. only simulating club house party festival vibes. anyway accidentally put my liked songs on in the car. speyside by bon iver followed by light by caamp. ooooooooo i could not see those busy roads through my watery eyes.

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smolwritingchick · 1 year ago

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 12- They're My Family

Chapter Summary: BTS surprises Jen on her 16th birthday, Jen finally makes a V-Log, BTS and Jen attend the Melon awards and the guys give Jennie sweet words to ease her nervousness. Jen deals with Rapmon’s destructive ways. Jungkook hangs out with Jennie when he can’t sleep at night and gives her friendship rings.

Words: 5,000+

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For Show Champion, BTS and Jennie were set to perform Attack on Bangtan. The guys were on the stage while Jennie was backstage awaiting for her cue. She had her hair in a high, curly ponytail with an opened Camouflage jacket. The cuffs of the jacket were rolled up and she wore a white tank top under it. Along with a set of wristbands and a pair of jeans.

cuz we got fire fire fire

get higher higher higher

uril moreundamyeon jedaero aradwo

uriga nugu nugu

jingyeogui bangtan

la lala lalala lalalalala

turn up!

la lala lalala lalalalala

turn up!

ni maeumeul jibeosamkyeo

naega watda jigeum allyeo

la lala lalala lalalalala

While the rest of the guys dance around on stage, Jennie makes her way to the stage, standing in the background with a mic in hand.

“Uriga nugu! nugu! jingyeogui bangtan!” Rapmon yells on the mic.

When it was finally her cue, she jumped up with a big grin while the guys revealed her, singing everything in Korean. “WHOO! My boys and I started at the bottom, now we rising up! And Watch out cause this bullet-proof girl is knockin’ down all the walls! Ain’t nothing stoppin’ us now, they got my back, I got theirs! We steppin’ over all the roadblocks. Our music is on and you can’t help but move to the rhythm. Don’t even try to hide it, this beat is sick, so rock with me now.” She rocks side to side with the guys behind her.

“Ladies! Rise like a Bulletproof Girl Scout! Rise, be brave! LET’S GO!” She yells in English, fist pumping the air with a big smile.

uri eumagi sijakdwaetdahamyeon

nun dwijiphyeoseo piuneun nalli

uri seutaireun No More Dream

mudae wieseo seonbaedeul deungeul barpji

(I’m sorry Man)

What What more can I say

debwibuteo jigeumkkaji jjuk wiro

uriui gojijeomnyeongeun siganmunje

cheot beulleogeul jappatteurin domino

geurae jappatteuryeo nun kkamppak tteumyeon

urin mudaeeseo gwireul jaba kkeureo

ireon gamgakseureon nae raebui hyangyeon

han beon matbomyeon sum gappajimyeo

neoneun wanjeon sogi ta

can’t nobody hold me down

Ok naneun 4bunui

4bakja biteu wireul hangsang

jjitgo danyeo mudae

wieseon sangnamja style

Jumping up and down, Jennie begins to have a blast on stage while singing with Jin before pumping up their chests together, side to side. “Da michil junbi dwaenna! Himkkeot ttwil junbi dwaenna! Myeongchie him ppak jugo dan.jeon.ho.heup!”

Moving her head side to side with the beat, she continues to jump around with the guys.

da michil junbi dwaenna

himkkeot ttwil junbi dwaenna

geureotam jigeumbuteo sorijilleo

uriga nugu

jingyeogui bangtansonyeondan

uriga nugu

geobeobsi jibeosamkinda

Standing in the middle with the guys behind her, she shifts from side to side with the beat while singing, “Cuz we got fire! Fire, fire, get higher! Higher, higher!”

uril moreundamyeon jedaero aradwo

After Jimin’s part, all members of BTS but Jungkook and Jennie stand on stage as they stand together. Jungkook sings out, “Mudae wie oreuneun sungan. geudaeui hamseongdeureul nan neukkyeo.”

Putting the mic to her lips, she begins to sing the next verse, “Geudaero yeongwonhi geogi isseojwo.Idaero jugeodo.”

Jennie and Jungkook harmonize as they sing, “Huhoeneun eobseul tenikka~”

uriga nugu

jingyeogui bangtansonyeondan

uriga nugu

geobeobsi jibeosamkinda

Cuz we got fire fire fire! Get higher higher higher!

Uril moreundamyeon jedaero aradwo

uriga nugu nugu

jingyeogui bangtan

jingyeokhae bang.tan.sonyeondancheoreom

uriga nugu nugu

jingyeogui bangtan

jingyeog

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‘November 10th’

Hearing her alarm go off on her phone, she shifts under her warm covers to turn it off. Sitting up and stretching out her limps, Jen checks her phone, seeing numerous Twitter notifications from ARMYs using the hashtags, #HappyBirthdayJennie! And #JennieDay

There were tweets like,

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENNIE! I LOVE YOU’

‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY JENJEN!’

‘Happy birthday angel!’

‘Happy birthday Jennie!! Stay healthy and have a great day!’

‘My precious baby is 16 in America! I’m so proud of what she’s accomplished in South Korea!’

‘JENNIE ILYSM! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!’

‘Thank you so much for existing! HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEN!’

‘THIS CUTE LITTLE MUNCHKIN IS 16! MY BABY IS GROWING UP!’

‘She is so pretty and making a name for herself in South Korea in the K-Pop industry. So proud of her!’

From all the birthday wishes and talented photo and video edits of her, she was extremely overwhelmed with joy as she got out of bed to get ready for the day.

After her shower and changing into her dance clothes for dance practice, she walks out of her room to hear silence. “That’s weird...” She looked around the dorm.

It was never completely silent in the dorm. NEVER. Not even when they’re asleep, thanks to Namjoon’s snoring. Curious, she knocked on the doors, but no one was in there.

“AM I LATE!?” She yelled and ran back to her room to check her phone.

‘To The Guys’

Settled in the dance studio, the guys were all busy preparing for her surprise birthday party. Things were perfectly fine in most of their eyes, but Jin, being the perfectionist, didn’t think so.

“Jin, the cake is fine!” Jimin yelled for the 5th time. “It looks delicious, she’ll love it.”

“It’s not fine! I want my precious sweetheart to have a perfect cake. I want to put some more fruit. More strawberries.” Jin grabbed a strawberry but Tae took it away and ate it. “That was for Jennie!” He smacked him.

“Ow!” Taehyung rubbed the side of his arm, looking amused.

“Are you really freaking out over a cake? You’re stressing out for nothing! The cake is fine...” Yoongi sighed, rubbing his temples.

Feeling his phone buzz, Namjoon looks down at his phone. “And...she’s awake.” He confirmed, reading her text that said ‘OMG, WHERE ARE YOU GUYS!? DID I OVERSLEEP?!’

“Ahhh we’re screwed.” Jimin groaned.

“Is her gift perfectly wrapped?” Hobi asked.

“Right here.” Jungkook presented it, but it only had a bow on it.

“Why didn’t you wrap it!? Shouldn’t we wrap it!? We have to wrap it! We got to wrap it!” Jin started freaking out.

“Stop whining! It’s pretty damn obvious what it is even if we did wrap it. Chill.” Yoongi retorts in a blunt tone, as his patience thins.

“Make sure you hide it well.” Jin ordered.

‘To Jennie’

Arriving at BigHit, she makes her way to the dance studio while getting birthday wishes from employees and trainees she passed. With her dance bag on her shoulder, she walks to the dance studio and opens the door, only to find out the lights are off.

“Where could they be?” She questioned, curiously.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you!” BTS starts singing with Jin holding the small red velvet cake in his hands which was lit with the number 16.

Their sudden loud singing and vision of the candle-lit cake, made her start to chuckle before tearing up, covering her mouth.

Is this why they left early? For her birthday?

“Happy birthday dear Jennie~! Happy birthday to you!” They yell and start whooping and hollering.

Unable to hold back the tears, she started to cry, tears of joy. “HAHAH SHE’S CRYING!” Jimin laughed out loud as she covered her face.

“Awe, don’t cry!” Jungkook wrapped his arms around her from behind, squeezing her tight in his famous back hug.

“Happy birthday, Smartie~!” Yoongi cheered.

“Thank you, guys.” She said in a shaky voice while sniffing.

“Thank you for being born.” J-Hope giggled and wiped her tears while Jungkook released her.

“Make a wish~” Jin said in a soft tone, presenting the cake to her.

The small red velvet cake looked so good. She couldn’t wait to dig into it. Pondering what she should wish for, she closes her eyes.

‘I wish for many years of friendship with these guys.’ She thought in her head as a smile came across her face. Opening her eyes, she eagerly blew out the candles as a loud chorus of cheers surrounded her.

Her heart was overwhelmed with love and joy for these guys. The fact that they did all of this for her...they were so kind and supportive. They were like a family to her.

“Yay! Now for the fun part!” Tae smiled slyly and smeared icing on her nose, shocking her.

“Get her!” Jimin yelled happily.

“Oh no!” She shrieked and ducked, trying to evade the guys trying to smear her face with icing, but failed miserably as she let out a fit of giggles.

Trying to run away, Jungkook quickly grabbed her, spinning her around.

As they get back to the cake that Jin is holding, Jen grabs a strawberry and pops one in her mouth. “I can’t believe you guys did this for me. Thank you. So much. I love you, guys.”

“We love you too.” Namjoon grinned

“When did you guys even leave? I was startled when I didn’t hear any noise.” She questioned, eating another strawberry before Jin started cutting the cake.

“We set an alarm. Yoongi was the hardest to get up.” Namjoon laughed.

“I’m not surprised. Thanks for getting up so early for me. This is so amazing.”

“The Bangtan Girl is 16 today! How are you feeling?” V interviewed.

“Loved~” She grinned happily, throwing out some peace signs to the camera.

“Any words for our ARMYs?”

“Thank you all so much for the love and support. You all keep me going and thank you for all the loving birthday wishes. I love you, ARMY!” She wiped the icing from her cheek and licked it. “Really good icing.”

After they eat some cake and Jen wipes her face from the icing, Namjoon stands up with J-Hope.

“Oh yeah, one more thing. We all pitched in for this.” Namjoon mentioned.

Looking up, she watches the two of them carry out an acoustic guitar as she stares at it, speechless.

That was for her? A guitar? Her guitar? They really got her a guitar?

“I have something to say about this.” Yoongi spoke up as she turned to him with her eyes watering. “Whenever you talked about the guitar, I listened to how passionate you sounded about it. You would go on for hours about it. I admire that passion. So I thought, how about we get her a guitar so she can work on her skills? Her own guitar. I had a talk with Namjoon and Hobi about this, too. Making music, we thought it would be a good idea to use your guitar skills for when we start making new songs in the future.”

“Yep.” Hobi nodded with a big grin. “Then we told the rest of the guys, and they loved the idea. We all heard you play back at your singing exhibit.”

“You told us how much you wanted to continue playing to perfect your skills, too,” Jungkook added

“So, we all talked with Bang PD.” Namjoon smiled at her as she stood up while he presented the guitar with Hobi. “He loved the idea and said himself that he wants you to continue perfecting your guitar skills and that he wants you to use it for our future songs. He says it’s a big responsibility but he sees something in you while you always play and he knows that you can do it.”

Exhaling shakily, she shook her head in disbelief. “Stop...are-are you serious?” Her voice cracked and the tears began to flow. Taking the guitar, she takes a good look at it. “I...guys...”

“Go ahead, tell us we’re awesome.” Yoongi shot her a gummy smile.

Setting it down, she hugged the nearest member she could touch, which was Yoongi. “Ah...don’t squeeze me so hard.” He sighed, wrapping his arms around her.

“Group hug!” Hobi screamed, tackling them both as he wrapped his arms around them. Yoongi grunts at his impact, retorting to him to not be so rough, but the other members run up and join in the hug.

Suddenly, all the members tackle Jennie to the ground and she starts laughing while they all get on top of her.

“You guys are so friggin’ heavy! I’m too small for this!” She laughed while they took a funny picture for their Twitter account.

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On November 14th was the Melon Awards that BTS and Jennie would be attending. In the car, Jennie looks out the window, swallowing hard as her nervousness does not go unnoticed.

Throughout the car ride, Namjoon watched her and decided to speak up.

“Jennie.” He calls out as she looks at him in response. “Relax.” He let out a chuckle and held her hand, squeezing it.

“Y-you’re not nervous?”

“I am. But your nervousness is extremely noticeable. Everything is going to be fine. We’re going to have fun, tonight.”

Was her nervousness really that obvious?

Okay, maybe the constant knee shaking and fidgeting fingers gave it away. Here she was, in the car with her boys, hair and make up all done. Her hair was in a nice bun with bangs and with a black dress to match the rest of the guys’ black suits. Butterflies were in her stomach as she anticipated her first award show and red carpet in South Korea.

“Breathe in, breathe out. And smile! I love your pretty smile. It always makes me happy.” Hobi added, smiling at her.

“And can I just say, you look beautiful?” Taehyung smiled warmly at her.

“Ain’t that the truth.” Yoongi chimed in.

“She’ll probably stun all the guys there with her beauty.” Jimin mentioned with a laugh.

Letting out a short laugh, her nervousness went away. All thanks to them. “Thank you guys. I feel so much better.” Her lips curved into a big smile.

“Ah...there’s that smile~!” Jungkook clapped his hands. “She finally smiled!”

“Keep that smile on you.” Jin pointed. “Everyone loves it when you smile, sweetheart.”

Once they arrive, they all get out and hear the crowd screaming and taking photos.

“Here comes the Bangtan Boys and Bangtan Girl.” She heard the MCs as soon as she got out of the car with the help of Hobi who grabbed her hand to guide her.

Putting on a bright smile, she waves at the crowd and walks with the guys.

‘This isn’t so bad...just don’t trip. Don’t trip on the dress.’ She thought as they made their way to the stage. She stands in between Namjoon and Jimin as they wave and take photos. Nervousness gone, confidence in, she slayed with her boys.

Once they get backstage, they all change. Jennie changes into a leather jacket, black pants and a black long sleeve dress shirt for their later performance.

As soon as the show started, Jennie and BTS sat down with a few other groups. She had to regain her composure because she was right near EXO. She had a big admiration for Baekhyun but didn’t dare to approach him to say hi, yet. One day she’ll catch him and introduce herself.

Not anytime soon.

‘2013 Melon Music Awards and the best New Artist is...BTS!’

As soon as she heard her group's name, she looked around, gasping in shock.

“What? What did they say?” She stood up before bowing to everyone with the members.

Did they just say they won best new artist?

BTS?

Huge accomplishment as she happily walks up to the stage. “Ahhh, this is awesome!”

Jennie stood next to Taehyung while Namjoon gave his acceptance speech.

“Also thank you to Bangtan, and last but not least our ARMYs! I love you, thank you much!” Namjoon happily said.

Once they go backstage, the guys run around, screaming in excitement while jumping around. Jennie runs and jumps at the camera, whooing in excitement.

“WE WON!” She yelled and jumped on Jimin’s back while they all ran backstage.

Jimin ran backstage, giving her a piggyback ride until he set her down in the dressing room.

“Did that really happen?” Jennie looked around with the camera filming her. “My eyes were tearing up on stage. Hahaha. Tears of joy! I’m proud of the hard work and it’s paying off. I love you mom and dad! We did it! MUAH!” She had the award in her hands and gave it a big kiss before handing it to Jungkook.

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A day after the awards, Jennie sat in the studio, on the computer desk, turning the camera on. She’s been looking at tweets about how the fans wanted her to do a V-Log and post it on the BTS YouTube channel.

“Is this on?” She murmured in English while adjusting the camera. “Is it-yes it is! Hi!” She waved to the camera with both hands. ”Oh this is so cool. My first V-Log. I know a lot of you have been anticipating it and asking. And here I am! In South Korea! It’s insane! I can’t believe I’m here. This is such a transition from America and I’m loving every second of it. Hm, should I continue speaking in English or Korean...eh I’ll put subtitles down here. I’m going with Korean.” She shrugged.

“Hello! My name is Jennie! The one and only girl in BTS.” She shot up a peace sign. “I’m excited to start this V-Log. Yesterday we won best new artist at the Melon Awards. BEST-NEW-ARTIST! Do you know how amazing that is? Like wow! Thank you so much for voting for us. I hope we continue to win awards. It’s very humbling.”

“I also have some great news. I’m going to continue practicing the guitar so I can start playing it for our future songs. I hope you anticipate that when I get started. My birthday was amazing, all thanks to the boys...” She sighed, thinking of the happy memory.

While she continued speaking, she didn’t notice Jungkook, Jimin and V sneak into the room, dancing weirdly in the background.

“I really love it here, everyone is so helpful and very understanding. They push me to be the best I can be. BTS...they’re my family.” She says genuinely while the guys in the background smile at her words.

“AWWEEEEE, JENNIE~” Jimin yelled as she quickly turned around in surprise.

“When did you guys get in here!?” She laughed before she was attacked with big hugs, making her fall out of the chair. “I’m filming!”

After they get up, she sits back in the chair, while the guys kneel next to her, looking at the camera and waving at the ARMYs who would be watching the video, before Jennie finishes her V-Log with them.

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With the lights off inside the dance practice studio, it was midnight on December 4th, Jin’s birthday. With Tae’s camera, he records everyone singing happy birthday. The lights come on, with Jimin revealing the candle lit birthday cake in front of Jin who comes into the room.

Blowing out the candles, J-Hope and the rest of the members start hitting on Jin while he tries to run away. Putting a finger in the cake, Jennie smears the icing right on Jin’s face.

“Happy birthday, Jin!” She laughed

“Hyung, talk about your wishes.” Tae interviewed him behind the camera.

“I was surprised when I came in.” Jin responded while being fed a piece of fruit by J-Hope.

“I’ll take that.” Jennie swiped the icing coated strawberry out of Tae’s hands in the video and bit into it with delight.

“Ah, she stole my strawberry! Bad Jennie! Bad!” He tried to hit her but she ran away, giggling.

“The members are the best.” Jin said with a big smile.

After celebrating Jin’s birthday in the practice room, Jennie and the rest of the members finish the birthday cake and take a group photo to post on their Twitter account. Jennie sat on the floor, posting a birthday shout out to Jin on their shared Twitter account.

“Jennie I need you to do me a favor.” Namjoon’s voice was heard as she looked up to see him handing her his phone. “Take a couple of photos of me for my daily outfit.”

“Are you kidding me? I wanted to check out what’s going on our Twitter account!”

“The tweets aren’t going anywhere! Now come on.”

“You’re such a fart!” She stood up, taking his camera as he grinned victoriously.

“Make sure you take a lot, not just one picture while I pose.” He added, standing against the wall.

“Namjoon, I know how to take pictures.” She shook her head in amusement and snapped away.

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‘Show Champion’

Before their performance, Jennie and Namjoon sat at a table to eat lunch together, eating some beef.

Eyeballing the biggest piece of beef, Jen makes her way to grab it, but clashes with another set of chopsticks.

Looking up, she stared at Namjoon. “That piece was mine.”

“I saw it first.”

“I touched it first.”

“And I will eat it first.” He grabbed it with his chopsticks but she countered, making him drop the beef. Before they knew it, they began to wrestle each other with their chopsticks for the piece.

“It’s mine!”

“No, it’s mine!”

“Get another piece!”

“You get another piece!”

Hearing a crunching sound, Jen looked down to see one of her chopsticks snapped. Both looking at it in shock, they both set down their chopsticks.

“Dude! Are you kidding?” She fumed in English.

“Sorry!” He exclaimed in English.

“How do you break metal chopsticks!? That’s not possible!”

“I dunno what happened!”

“Are you-AND YOU ATE THE BEEF I WANTED!?” She yelled as he covered his mouth to stop his upcoming laughs while chewing.

After their shenanigans and meal, Jennie leans against the wall, texting her sisters while Jimin starts recording for a Bangtan Bomb. She could hear Justin Timberlake’s Sexyback from his phone as she glanced up to see what his plan was.

“Point one, you need to shake your hips a bit shamelessly.” He pointed out, shaking his hips. “Now slowly smile a little. Like this, naturally.”

A snort was heard from Jennie as she looked back at her phone. She’ll never get tired of the guys’ goofiness. Jimin starts dancing around V who has his arms crossed. Before he knew it, V began to shake his hips along with Jimin.

“Ah just like that! A little bit more shamelessly.” Jimin encouraged. V starts dancing away, making Jimin giggle. “He’s embarrassed.” He said to the camera.

“I can’t dance sexily.” V replied.

“Lie!” Jennie’s voice was heard, as Jimin turned his attention to her. When she lifted her head back up from her phone, she was shocked to see Jimin even got Jungkook into it, and V got back into it.

The three guys in the Maknae line begin to turn to attention to Jennie. Shaking their hips shamelessly, they travel to where she is standing. She looked up and raised a brow as Jimin slowly smiled.

“Oh no. No, no, no.” She tried to walk around but V blocked her way as the three of them danced in front of her. Throwing her head back, she laughed. “Oh my god, sthap~” She buried her face in her hands.

“Join us ennie!” Jimin offered. Deciding to walk around, Jimin blocks her way, continuing to dance in front of her with Jungkook and V. “No escape!”

“I didn't ask for this!”

“Join us~” V continued to ask.

“I have no choice don’t I?” She chuckled lightly. “Ugh! Fine. Move aside, I’ll show you show it’s done” She started body rolling to the beat.

“Wow~! Look at the hips! So sexy~ so shameless~” Jimin praised.

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After the show, BTS and Jen head back to the dorm, while Jin makes a shopping list. “Jennie, do you mind going shopping for me?” He requested.

“Sure. Anything in particular?” She asked.

"Yes. Here’s the list.”

Bundling up in her jacket, she tried to zipper it up but it ended up getting stuck. “Hey, Namjoon, you mind fixing my zipper? I can’t get it?”

“Yeah, sure. It’s probably stuck with the fabric again.” He took a look, trying to zip it up. He started to struggle and ended up popping the zipper off the coat. “Uh...it broke.” He chuckled nervously

“Aw, seriously?” She said with annoyance and made her way to her room.

“Sorry!”

“This is the second thing you broke today.”

“I’ll make it up to you~”

After getting another jacket, she grabbed her bag and headed to the door.

“Jennie, you heading out?” Jungkook asked, already in his coat.

“Yeah, Jin wants me to go shopping for some food.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

“Don’t be out too late!” Jin warned. “it shouldn’t take so long to get everything on the list.”

“We won’t!”

Arriving at the supermarket, Jungkook pushed the cart while Jen tried to look through her pockets for the list.

“Where is it...?” She murmured. “Jungkook do you have the list?”

“No. You mean to tell me you forgot the list?” He started laughing

“I thought you had it!”

“I thought you did!”

“Oh-my goodness...”

“Oh-my goodness.” He mocked, earning a smack on the arm.

Taking out her phone, she called Jin. After a few rings, he picked up. “Uh...Jin can you take a picture of the list? We forgot it.”

“YOU forgot it,” Jungkook said in the background, earning another punch on the arm.

“Jennie! Be more responsible. I’ll send it to you.” Jin hung up. After a few seconds, the picture of the list was sent.

“All right, let’s go. Looks like he needs spices first.” She confirmed and they walked around. “You know, these carts are much smaller than what I’m used to in America.”

“They’re bigger?” He asked with interest.

“Much bigger.”

‘To BTS’

Once Jungkook and Jennie had left, the members were in the living room watching TV, lounging around until they came back with the food so Jin could start dinner. Fresh out of the shower, Namjoon stretches and makes his way to the couch.

“What are we watching?” He sat down on the couch, only to hear a loud crack noise. Everyone looks up at Namjoon as they freeze.

“Don’t tell me...” Suga sighed. Namjoon stood up, making Hobi, Jimin and Tae scream in horror.

“AHHH WHAT DID YOU DO!?” Hobi screamed, waving his arms around in panic.

“I-I didn’t mean it!” Namjoon stammered, trying to explain himself. “It’s probably fine!” He opened up the laptop and turned it on. Only to be welcomed with a very cracked screen while the guys look at it with fear.

“Ahh...Namjoon you’re going to die today. Yoongi, congratulations on being the new leader of BTS! Because after today, we’re going to have to plan Namjoon’s funeral.” Jimin whineed, scared for him.

“Well...Jennie is gonna obliterate you when she finds out...” Yoongi declared in a blunt tone, chuckling to himself.

“Shit. Shit, don’t tell her! I got it handled!” Namjoon grabbed the laptop and dashed out the door, making his way to a nearby Apple Store.

After 30 minutes, Jennie and Jungkook arrive back to the dorm with a bunch of bags.

“F-F-F-F-F-FIVE bags of snacks?” Jin’s voice gets high as he widens his eyes. “Wher-where are my ingredients and the food I put on the list?”

“Oh, it’s there.” Jen grinned sheepishly.

“JENNIE! JUNGKOOK!” He started lecturing them while Jimin laughed at them getting scolded.

After the lecture, Jennie walked around, trying to find her laptop. “Hey, have you guys seen my laptop? I can’t find it anywhere.”

“Nah, haven’t seen it,” Yoongi replied while Namjoon arrived back to the dorm.

“H-hey Jennie, how are you? I brought you some pizza. Consider it me paying you back because I ate the beef.” Namjoon said with a hint of nervousness.

“Ooh, food, thank you!” She happily accepted. “Oh, have you seen my laptop? I can’t find it anywhere?”

“No not at all. Did you check your room?” Namjoon kept a straight face as she walked to her room.

“So where’s the laptop?” Hobi questioned while Namjoon sighed and sat down on the couch.

“It’s getting repaired, right now.”

“What happened?” Jungkook raised a brow.

“Hehehehe, Hyung sat on Ennie’s laptop and cracked the screen.” Jimin explained, making Jungkook laugh.

“You’re dead, Hyung!”

“Shut up, kid!” Namjoon hushed him.

“I don’t see it.” Jennie’s voice is heard as she sits with them on the couch.

“Aw, nice glasses! Where’d you get them?” Namjoon tried to distract her from thinking about the laptop. He couldn’t help but see a pair of fake glasses on her shirt.

“Oh, I couldn’t resist buying a pair of fake glasses when we walked past a store.”

“Let me check them out.” He took the glasses and examined them. But as soon as he tries to open them, he accidentally breaks them.

“Wow...” Yoongi shook his head.

“DUDE! I just got these!” Jennie yelled, shaking him. “Why do you keep breaking everything? What’s next?!”

“Aish, I’m sorry!” Namjoon pleaded for forgiveness.

----

The next morning, Jennie was in the kitchen, eating a bowl of cereal, when she observed Namjoon coming through the door with an apple bag.

“...Why do you have an apple bag?” She questioned, making him jump.

“O-oh! Jennie, you’re here. I thought you would be chilling in your room.”

“Is that my laptop in there?”

“U-uh no, I brought a new phone.”

“A new iPhone isn’t that wide. It’s a laptop, isn’t it?”

“Okay, yes, it’s a laptop. I brought myself a new laptop-”

“You broke my laptop, didn’t you?” She narrowed her eyes.

“Why would you say that?” He laughed nervously.

“Because Jungkook told me.”

“Aish...that kid...he can never keep secrets.” He sighed. “L-Look Jennie, I’m sorry, I-I got it repaired!”

“You lied to me.” She stood up.

“I said I was sorry!” He started running around the dorm, as she chased him around.

After beating up Namjoon with pillows, she forgives him and thanks him for going to the store to get her laptop repaired, laughing at how he complained about getting beaten up and then thanked him. Laying down in her room, Jen spent the rest of the day, playing on her phone and catching up with her family. As soon as she was done talking to her mom, she got a Facetime call from Tae.

Answering it quickly, she replied, “Tae, I’m just in my room. You could have just visited me in my room, haha.”

“OKAY!” He yelled and ended the call. Seconds later, he barged in and dived onto the bed, making her shriek. She groaned as soon as he landed on top of her.

“A warning would’ve been nice!” She pushed him off her, while he giggled.

“Let’s watch some anime!”

“Anime? I don’t really watch anime.”

“Well, you will tonight! Let’s watch...Dragon Ball Z.”

“I heard of that. Okay, let’s watch it.” She opened up her brand new laptop and let V go on the website.

Watching with interest, she asks him questions like who was who, what was going on and who was his favorite character. He got her hooked and they planned to continue watching anime together when they had the time. They managed to watch a bunch of episodes of Dragon Ball Z and before they knew it, it was nighttime. Tae decided to turn in for the night, going back to his room.

Checking the time, it was past midnight but she wasn’t sleepy at all, as she continued searching the web, finding random computer games. Feeling her phone buzz, she looks at it to see a text from Jungkook.

‘U Awake?’

Jennie texted back, ‘Yep! This better be good! :P’

‘I can’t sleep :(’

‘Me either. What do you want to do?’

‘Video games?’

‘We may wake up the other members’

Still in his casual clothes, Jungkook came into her room, turning on her light.

“You wanna walk around outside? I’m so bored here.” He suggested.

Liking the idea, she got out of bed and grabbed her jacket. “Yeah! Let’s go.”

“Make sure to keep quiet so we won’t wake up the hyungs.” He whispered. “Here, wear my beanie.” He placed the beanie on her head, patting it and adjusting it before he nodded in approval. “Make sure your ears are warm.”

“What about you?”

“I have another.” He smiled and put one on. “Let’s go.” They both quietly leave her room.

Jungkook rolled across the living room like a ninja, looking both ways to see if the coast was clear while Jen laughed silently at his goofiness. Opening the front door for her, they manage to sneak out successfully.

“So, what do you want to do?” She asked as they walked together, enjoying the night.

“Actually, can we get some ice cream?” He offered.

“We can get ice cream this late at night?”

“Yeah!”

“All right, lead the way.”

“Great. Come on. I know a place.” He took her to a nearby shop.

“I like eating ice cream in the cold weather. I’ll never get tired of it.”

“Me too.”

Once they get ice cream cups, they walk around before sitting on a park bench, watching the stars.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” Jungkook spoke up after eating a spoonful of his vanilla ice cream.

“What’s up?”

“Do you...miss home?”

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t.”

“You really miss your family, huh?”

She nodded. “I always try to contact them, whenever I can. But being with you guys...it helps a lot because you all are my family, too.” She said in a genuine voice.

Grinning, Jungkook nudged her. “You’re our family, too. And I’ll take a scoop of that, thank you very much.” He managed to take a spoonful of her chocolate ice cream.

“Hey! Mine!” She nudged him back while he ate the spoonful. He laughed at her and continued to dig into his ice cream. “I really love it, here. Thanks for taking me out, tonight. I’ve been so engrossed with our performances, that I haven’t been paying attention to how nice our surroundings are.”

“I’ll make sure to show you around more when we have free time.” He promised

“Looking forward to it.”

After they finish their ice cream, they continue to look at the stars at night, in comfortable silence.

“Ah, before I forget again...I keep forgetting to give you this.” He stood up and searched in his pocket, taking out two black rings. “I was going to give it to you on your birthday, but they weren’t ready yet when I went to get them. They’re friendship rings. I wanted us to have them.” He happily presented them to her.

Surprised and looking at it in awe, she stood up and took the one he gave her which had his name engraved in it. ‘Jungkook’s Best Friend’ while he had her name engraved on his ring, saying ‘Jennie’s Best Friend’

“I hope it’s not too cheesy.” He let out a short laugh.

“Are you giving me this so Jimin and Tae can stop claiming me as their best friend?” She narrowed her eyes playfully.

“Maybe...” He looked around.

Laughing, she put the ring on her right index finger. “Wow. I love it. Thanks, Kookie. Really. You’re so nice to me.”

“Well, you’re always nice to me. The reason I wanted to give this to you is...well, I just really appreciate you always being there for me. I love goofing around with you and playing video games with you. And as you know, I’m always shy, but I’m always comfortable around you. You make me feel at ease and happy. Jennie, I cherish you and our friendship. And I hope you feel the same about me being your best friend.”

“Kookie, why are you trying to make me cry, right now? Get over here.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing him tightly. One thing she would never get tired of was hugging him because his hugs were always so warm. “Of course, I feel the same. I cherish you, too,”

“Glad to hear.”

Once they quietly arrive back to the dorm, they see Jin sitting on the couch, watching TV, clearly waiting for the both of them. “And where have you kids been?”

“I swear he has father senses. How did you even know we were gone!?” Jennie exclaimed.

“Mama Jin always knows.” He smiled. “Go to bed! I was planning on making Korean Beef tomorrow night. No beef for you two. You'll be eating something else,”

“Aish...really?” Jungkook sighed.

“Oh come on!” Jennie whined.

Despite their protests, they head off to bed. Jennie gets under her covers and sends Jungkook a quick text.

‘Sorry that we got caught :(’

Not even 30 seconds later her phone vibrated and she read his message,

‘Don’t worry about it. Hanging out with you was worth it. :)’

‘It really was tho! :D’

‘Good night Jennie :D’

‘’Night Kookie! :D’

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