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nishi-noyas · 4 years

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hi hi!! could i request a oneshot of nishinoya with a cheerleader s/o who he always begs to come cheer him on during volleyball practice? and like,, every time she’s like “lol no that’s embarrassing” but then after they lost the match to aoba johsai she shows up at the gym in full cheerleading uniform to cheer him up? sorry this is like really super mega specific lol!!

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

TW: angst scene?? maybe?? made me sad writing it at least

Word Count: 1,556

When the two you got together, Nishinoya physically could not stop bragging about how he managed to get a cheerleader to date him. Nishinoya was just so proud about it, about how he managed to get someone like you to fall for him, let alone date him. The two of you also became the goal couple of Karasuno, with the two of you actively doing your best to support each other's interests. Nishinoya always made an effort to go to your competitions when he could and even brought the volleyball boys along. You made sure to do the same for him and his volleyball team.

Although, you never did the one thing that Nishinoya kept asking you to do.

"Aw, come on, babe!" Nishinoya whined into your ear.

The two of you were spending your lunch break outside with his teammate Tanaka and, the little first year that follows the two of them, Hinata. Well, in actuality, only you and the other two volleyball boys were eating lunch. Nishinoya, on the other hand, was busy draping himself all over you instead.

"I said no, Noya," You said in between bites of eating your smoked salmon onigiri. "But it would be really hot if you did!"

"Yuu!" You screeched as you shoved the rest of your onigiri into his mouth to stop him from saying something else that was embarrassing. You could see poor Hinata looking so flustered by his upperclassman's words.

"Wha?" Yuu said as he chewed. "It'th truu."

You let out a long feeling frustrated because you and Nishinoya have had this same conversation before. You were also frustrated with yourself for still finding him cute even though he talked with a full mouth.

"I've already told you no, Yuu."

"But whyyy?"

"It's just...it's a little too embarrassing to do it." You said, shyly plucking pieces of rice from your other onigiri. "I'm sorry..."

"No, it's okay, babe," Nishinoya softly pecked your cheek. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't keep bothering you about it since I already know how you feel about it."

"Besides," Tanaka said, trying to remind the two of you that other people were present. "Nishinoya would go crazy jealous because, no offense, but there is no way that L/N won't be hit on."

"Ah, bro!" Nishinoya exclaimed, eyes wide from the sudden realization. "You're so right! I never thought of that!"

"But you'll still come right, L/N-san?" Hinata gave you the cutest puppy dog eyes you had ever seen as he asked you. You smiled fondly at the first year. Hinata could be so cute sometimes. "Of course! I need to support my favorite team, after all."

"But also," You continued as you lovingly pinching Yuu's cheeks. "There's no way I'd miss seeing you guys take down those Aoba Johsai jerks."

That got a cheer and a laugh out the three volleyball boys. You loved your boyfriend and his friends, and you knew how hard the whole team had been practicing for this upcoming tournament.

You believed wholeheartedly in your boyfriend's libero skills and his whole team.

You were sure that they had a shot at winning.

---

You could feel your heart break as the deafening sound of the volleyball hitting the floor seemed to echo throughout the gym. You couldn't stop your eyes from tearing up as you watched Aoba Johsai celebrate their win as your boyfriend and his friends were still reeling from the shock. The heaviness in your stomach continued to grow as Karasuno lined up and thanked their side for coming.

"You did amazing, you guys," You said. "It was a good game!"

You knew that your words meant nothing. That whatever you said wouldn't get rid of the crushing sensation of their loss. You especially knew that Yuu would be taking the last missed ball the hardest. You knew Noya had this need to prove that everyone can depend on him.

The team had already boarded their van and left before you had a chance to check up on your boyfriend. You even managed to arrive at the Nishinoya household before Yuu. Noya's grandfather was the one that answered the door when you knocked. He absolutely loved you, so when grandpa saw that it was you, he greeted you with a very familiar grin.

He must have noticed something in your eyes because his grin fell to a sad smile.

"Ah," Grandpa hummed, weirdly sounding more his age than you ever heard him sound. "Have you eaten, sweetheart?"

"No, sir."

"Well, come on in," Grandpa opened the door wider and motioned for you to do as he says. "Let me make you something, and then you can wait for Yuu to come back in his room."

It was an hour later when Nishinoya finally made it home. After letting his family know that he was home, he found you sitting on his bed waiting for him. You looked up from your phone when you heard his door open. The two of you didn't say anything at first, just holding each others' stare before you held out your arms.

Immediately Nishinoya's lip started to quiver, and his eyes began to water. He let his bag fall to the floor and rushed into your arms, sending the two of you tumbling back onto his bed. Noya hid his face in the crook of your neck as you ran your hands through his hair. His sniffles were the only thing that interrupted the comforting silence.

"I didn't get the ball on time," Nishinoya mumbled against your neck, his voice heavy with emotion. "I should have been able to catch it."

"You did amazing out there, babe."

"It's my fault we lost."

"Hey," You objected, lightly pulling on his hair. "None of that. It was no one's fault."

"It's my job!" Nishinoya yelled, angrily pushing himself to sit up. "I should have been able to get it!"

Instead of meeting his anger with your own like you knew he wanted, you just gave him a sad look. You pushed yourself up on your elbows and reached out your hand to cress your boyfriend's check.

"Yuu, it wasn’t your fault."

Nishinoya tried to hold on to his anger, but no matter how hard he tried, a tear managed to escape. Soon you had a sobbing Nishinoya back in your arms.

"It's okay," You soothed. "You're okay. Let it out."

It took a while, but Nishinoya eventually tired himself out, his sobs having had turned into little hiccups.

"You'll have another chance in the spring tournament," You said.

"Yeah..."

"And I know for a fact that you're going to put everything you have into trying to get better."

"...Yeah..."

"Especially because you know the boys are going to need their guardian.”

Nishinoya hid his face back in the crook of your neck with a loud groan. You grinned viciously because you knew you successfully made your boyfriend blush.

"You should get some sleep, babe. You had a long day."

You start to unwrap yourself to leave, but you were stopped by Nishinoya tightening his hold around you.

"Stay," Nishnoya pleaded, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. "please."

Honestly, you don't bother fighting his unfairly powerful cuteness. The next morning you get a harsh scolding by your mom for not telling her that you were staying the night at Noya's (and don't get her started because you spent the night at with your boyfriend.").

---

After hours of practice, the Karasuno team once again found themselves facing Aoba Johsai. Nishinoya tried his best to ignore his nerves as he joined in on the team stretches.

Nishinoya had gotten a text from Y/N, saying that they would be a little late. He tried not to worry about it, but they were minutes away from playing against Aobo Johsai, and Y/N still wasn't here.

Just as Nishinoya finished his turn in the receiving drills, he hears someone call out his name.

"Noya! Over here!"

And there you were, waving at him with a giant grin and in your cheerleading outfit. You weren't the only one. Apparently, you had brought the girls from your team along, but you were the only one Nishinoya was looking at.

He watched a little confused as he watched you turn around and say something to your team.

"5, 6, 7, 8!"

"Come on, crows, let's go! W-I-N! Come on, crows, let's go! W-I-N!"

"Good luck, Noya!" You yelled over the loud cheers your team used to end the chant. "I love you!"

Nishinoya tried really hard, but there was nothing he could do about the blood rushing up to his face. The teasing he was getting from his teammates (but mainly from Tsukkishima) not helping matters.

"I love you, too!" Nishinoya yelled back, the grin on his face practically splitting it in two.

Seeing you there in your cheerleading outfit proudly hyping him, but his team made Nishinoya lose his nervous jitters.

There was no way that Karasuno was going to lose now because Nishinoya was going to make sure that Y/N wasn't going to him lose again.

In the end, Karasuno did win but sadly, Tanaka had been right. Some poor first year from another team was dared to go and flirt with you. You had to hold Nishinoya back in hopes that he wouldn't bite the poor boy.

#nishinoya x reader #nishinoya yuu x reader #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya yuu x y/n #nishinoya x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader

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theworldthatneverwas · 3 years

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Between Part and Meet - Trio

Fandom: Kingdom Hearts Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ephemer & Player Character & Skuld (Kingdom Hearts)

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“Do you have a reservation, kupo?” the Moogle at the host stand asks you.

“Um, yes, I think so,” you say. “It might be under Ephemer?”

The Moogle scans through the list and nods. “You’re the first to arrive. Come this way, kupo.”

Feeling a little out of place, you follow the Moogle to a comfortable-looking booth with a frosted window overlooking the streets of Daybreak Town. You slide into the booth and are handed a menu and a bundle of utensils. “Can I get you anything to drink while you wait, kupo?” the Moogle asks.

“Um, just water is fine,” you reply a bit distractedly. The Moogle nods and floats away, leaving you to glance over the menu.

You’ve always been the early one when meeting up with Ephemer, and often when meeting with Skuld, too. It just feels nicer being early than it does being right on time or late. But this is the first time the three of you are meeting up outside of the clock tower, and not at anyone’s home. You hope they aren’t so busy with Union leader stuff that they forget about your plans together tonight at this restaurant.

You’ve even dressed up for the occasion – not too much, of course, but you’re not just wearing your usual mission clothes, either. Chirithy had helped you pick out your outfit and had been patient as you tried on different articles of clothing until you settled on this one.

You glance at the menu items without really reading them. You haven’t eaten at a restaurant in ages. So long, in fact, that you wonder briefly if there are any etiquette rules you might have forgotten. The Moogle comes back with your glass of water and you glance around at the other restaurant-goers. Many seem to be eating together in pairs, you realize. There’s a rather rowdy group of friends in a corner near the door, and a table of people who seem to have finished their food long ago and are just sitting and talking. That seems nice, you think. Just having somewhere to sit and talk with your friends.

There’s a tap on your shoulder and you look up with a jolt, then relax as you recognize the smiling face of Skuld. “Hope I haven’t kept you waiting long,” she says, sliding into the seat across from you. “Ephemer’s on his way too, but he told me to go without him in case you came early so you wouldn’t be sitting alone. We both guessed you’d be the first to arrive.”

“Typical,” you say, waving your hand dismissively. “But – wait I didn’t get a good look at you before you sat down. That’s a really nice shirt! Can I see the whole outfit?”

Skuld’s smile is radiant as she shimmies out of the booth to stand so you can see the whole outfit. Her usual skirt and zippered top are traded out for a lovely top with a high neckline and high-waisted pants. She’s even tied her hair into an elegant updo, though you can see that she hasn't traded out her familiar star-shaped studs. “You look wonderful!” you say. “I’m flattered you’d take the time to put your hair up like that, too. Did it take long?”

“I got Lauriam to help, actually,” she says, sitting back down and turning her head so you can admire the delicate twists of her hair. “He’s got all kinds of weird skills like that. He walked past me trying to do it myself and offered to help, and well, here we are.”

“He seems like a pretty interesting guy,” you say, propping up your cheek on your hand. “I’m sorry I haven’t been able to help him with his little sister. Have you found out anything more about her?”

“Not yet, I’m afraid.”

Just then, a Moogle comes by with another water for Skuld. “Need a bit more time before you decide, kupo?” they ask, and you both nod in unison.

“I haven’t even looked at the menu,” you admit, pulling it up in front of you again. “Is there anything you recommend?”

“Hmm…” Skuld muses, running a finger down some of the options. “I’ve heard they have good spinach dip. And that their pastas are huge so it’s good to share.”

“Those both sound good. We could all get something different and try each others’, too.”

“I hope you two haven’t ordered without me.”

You look up from the menu to see Ephemer, smiling broadly. He slides into the booth next to you and you look him up and down to take in his outfit. Of all things, you’re most surprised that his red scarf is nowhere in sight, though he’s wearing a collared shirt that’s a similar shade of crimson. He’s even tucked his shirt into proper dress pants. His sleeves are rolled up, though his usual gloves are gone, too. It’s a rather nice look on him.

“Wow, Eph, you really cleaned up,” Skuld teases, leaning across the table.

“Excuse you, I always look this dashing – I just have specific wardrobe choices I like to keep to. Gotta maintain a certain aesthetic.”

You grin. “You look really nice. Your hair’s even less poofy than usual.” And it’s true, too – his normally chaotically curly hair is surprisingly tame today.

He turns to you and raises a hand to lightly pat at his own hair. “It took a lot more effort than I usually put into it,” he admits. He takes a moment to look at your own outfit and smiles. “You look pretty nice, yourself. Really nice, I mean. It suits you.”

You find your face growing warm at the compliment and hide it by directing everyone’s attention to the menu again. “So, what are we eating? Skuld and I were thinking we could each get something different to share.”

“Ooh, I like that,” Ephemer says, rotating the menu to read it better. “Can we share some of these appetisers first, maybe? And then get a bigger meal.”

You gesture across the table. “Skuld was just saying the spinach dip is supposed to be good. And the pasta portions are really big.”

“Okay, let’s do the spinach dip then, and maybe two of the pastas?”

You and Skuld both nod in agreement. “Sounds good.”

Just then, a Moogle comes by with a third glass of water for Ephemer and asks, “Does everyone know what they’d like to order, kupo?”

“Uh… I’ll let you guys each pick a pasta,” you say, and they both quickly study the menu. “We’ll have some spinach dip to start.”

“Let’s go with this… noc… no-chee and sweet potatoes pasta,” Ephemer says, and you chuckle under your breath as you look at the entry he’s pointing to on the menu.

“The sweet potato and hazelnut gnocchi,” you correct, and Ephemer looks a bit bewildered as he studies the word again, one eyebrow raised.

“Oh that sounds good, okay, and then how about this smoked salmon alfredo for the second pasta,” Skuld says to the Moogle, pointing at the menu before handing it over to them. “We’d like to split them so if you could just bring us a couple of side plates that would be excellent.”

“Understood, kupo. Can I get you anything else to drink?”

Ephemer suddenly looks hopeful. “Do you have milkshakes?” he asks in an unusually small voice.

Though it’s hard to understand Moogle expressions, you think this one might be smiling. “Chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry milkshakes, kupo.”

“I’ll have a vanilla milkshake, then,” he says.

The Moogle nods. “I’ll be back with it soon, kupo!”

Skuld shakes her head at Ephemer. “A milkshake, huh?”

“I’m always up for ice cream,” he says. He bumps your shoulder with his own. “Wonder what a sea salt ice cream milkshake would taste like.”

You shrug. “Probably much the same as the ice cream itself. Sweet and a bit salty.”

“Do you think ice cream is hard to make? It seems like it would be.”

“Can’t say I’ve ever tried it. Might need a special machine or something. I’m not sure how it gets so fluffy.”

“If it’s anything like whipped cream,” Skuld chimes in, “I bet it needs a lot of mixing.”

In short order, Ephemer’s milkshake is delivered. He takes an eager sip from the straw and lets out a satisfied “ahh” before he pushes it towards you. “Want some?”

You take a sip yourself. It’s wonderfully creamy and vanilla-y. “Yum,” you say, licking your lips.

Ephemer offers his drink to Skuld in turn and she takes a small sip. “Oh that is good,” she says. “Now I almost wish I’d gotten one, too.”

“Excuse me!” Ephemer says abruptly, stopping a nearby Moogle who was passing by your booth. “Could we get two more milkshakes?”

“What kind would you like, kupo?”

“Wha – Ephemer, I don’t actually need one–” Skuld splutters, reddening under the Moogle’s expectant gaze.

He shakes his head at her. “Just go for it!” he says. “You may as well while we’re here.”

“Um, one strawberry milkshake,” you say politely. Ephemer grins at you and Skuld sighs before giving in.

“Okay, and one… one chocolate milkshake.”

“Got it. I’ll be right back, kupo.”

Skuld stretches her arms out over the table. “I shouldn’t let you guys convince me to buy things I don’t need,” she says.

You shrug. “I think it’s good to treat yourself, too. If you only ever bought things you absolutely needed you’d have nothing to look forward to.”

“I was just going to say you should buy milkshakes because they’re delicious but that sounds much more reasonable.” Ephemer takes another sip of his milkshake. “Soo good.”

Skuld leans against the back of the booth. “True. On both accounts, really.”

The Moogle returns with your requested milkshakes and you take an eager sip of yours. “Oh the strawberry flavour is so nice,” you say, sliding it along the table to Ephemer. “Try some?”

Skuld takes a sip of her own drink and smiles. “I mean, it is good. Here, try mine too.” You swap drinks. The chocolate has almost a hint of bitterness to it, and it, too, is very tasty.

The three of you make small talk until your spinach dip is delivered not long after. You scoop some of the warm cheesy dip onto a piece of toasted flatbread and blow on it before taking a tiny bite. It’s very hot, but also pleasantly creamy and flavourful.

“So Ephemer,” Skuld says as she scoops some of the dip onto a piece of bread, “can we talk about how you’ve never seen the word ‘gnocchi’ before?” You snort with laughter, suddenly remembering.

Ephemer is indignant. “I have seen it before! I’ve just never had to say it aloud!”

To Ephemer’s credit, it’s not an easy word to understand the pronunciation of, but it’s too fun to tease him like this. “Do you know what gnocchi is?”

“I do! It’s like little potato pasta things. Isn’t it?” He suddenly seems a bit unsure of himself and looks to you for support.

“Yeah, that’s pretty much right,” you laugh, taking another bite of your appetiser. “How did he say it again?” You turn to Skuld. “'No-chee'?”

She grins and Ephemer ducks his head slightly under the pretense of taking another sip of his milkshake. You can see that his cheeks have gone a bit pink. You pat his leg under the table. “Aw, it’s okay, sunshine. We’re just having a bit of fun. I think the Moogle knew what you wanted, anyway.”

He leans his head against your shoulder in mock grief. “All I wanted was some pasta.”

You pat his hair gently. It’s extremely soft today, perhaps having something to do with however he got his curls to look more tame. You reach forward to grab another piece of bread to dunk in the spinach dip and Ephemer sits back up so he can help himself as well. The appetiser wasn’t too big, and it’s just enough to satisfy your hunger a teeny bit until you get the pasta dishes.

“Oh, I meant to tell you,” Skuld says, pushing the dirty plates off to one side so she can reach a hand towards you over the table. “I finally saw Brain make food today. Or well, not really make food. But I did catch him eating some hard-boiled eggs? So I assume he made them himself.”

“Oh good, proof he actually does eat sometimes.” You trace your thumb over the back of Skuld’s hand. “I wonder if he ever goes out to eat. Do you think he hoards food in his room?”

She looks thoughtful. “Honestly the only places I ever see him are in the control room, in the main meeting room, or in his own room. So I can’t imagine he just heads out on the town to buy food very often.”

“I don’t know if that’s true,” Ephemer adds, propping up his cheek on his elbow. “He left with Lauriam one time to go somewhere in Daybreak Town. I don’t know if they went shopping, exactly, but they went out to do something .”

“Maybe the reason he always leaves fighting monsters to the rest of us is because he never has any energy due to lack of food.”

“Does he drink coffee?” you ask, trying to think if you’d seen him with a mug or a cup of anything the last time you’d been at the clock tower.

“I… don’t… think so? He might. There isn’t a coffee machine in the common kitchen area though, so he’d have to have it in his room.” She looks at Ephemer. “I don’t know if I’ve ever even seen him have a glass of water when he’s working.”

“Oh, no, one time I offered him a cup and he was scandalized. Told me off for even thinking of putting water anywhere near all of the computers. Which I guess kind of makes sense. We often have a bunch of papers all over the desks too so it would be bad if we spilled something on them.”

“Hmm,” you say, tracing along a dark line in the wood of the table top with your free hand. “Do you think it’d be weird if we tried to get together and have a meal sometime? Like, all the Union leaders. Or would that be extra weird to have me along since I’m not really part of the leaders…” You trail off, wondering if you’ve overstepped.

Skuld squeezes your other hand reassuringly. “No, I think that sounds great! I love your cooking. We could all try to pitch in and have a potluck, maybe!”

“Yeah that sounds excellent!” Ephemer agrees, nodding. “I’m always up for good food.”

“You’d have to make something too,” you point out. “It’s a potluck.”

“I can make food!” he insists. “You two have no faith in me.”

You and Skuld exchange a grin. “I’ll believe it when I taste it,” you tease.

Your food arrives just then, and you let go of Skuld’s hand to clear a space in the middle of the table for it to be set down. Both pastas are steaming and look wonderful. The Moogle places some extra plates down as well and picks up your spinach dip dishes to take away while another Moogle comes by with a cheese grater.

“Can I offer you some Parmesan cheese, kupo?” they ask, and Ephemer eagerly offers forth the smoked salmon dish.

“Yes, please!” he says, then looks to you and Skuld to confirm this is okay. Skuld shrugs and nods and you agree. The Moogle grates a nice little pile of Parmesan shavings onto the pasta and departs.

“Oh I am so ready to dig into this,” Ephemer says, unwrapping his fork from the napkin and scooping some of the nearest pasta onto his plate.

“Skuld, what are these little green things?” you ask, patting Ephemer’s arm so he can pass you a plate as well.

She inspects it for a moment. They’re about the size of peas but darker and a bit more leafy-looking. “Ohh these are the capers,” she explains, and pops one into her mouth. “Yeah. They’re like tiny flower buds.”

“Huh. I don’t know if I’ve ever had them before.” You scoop some of the pasta onto your dish and spear a caper experimentally on your fork before putting it in your mouth. “Hmm. Kinda salty? It’s good though.”

Skuld nods. “It goes well with the salmon.”

“Gonna try some of the no-chee?” you tease, gesturing to the other pasta plate.

“Yes I find I’m rather fond of no-chee,” she laughs and helps herself to the gnocchi. Ephemer makes a pouty face at the two of you but says nothing, his mouth full of pasta.

You take a sip of your strawberry milkshake – nearly done – and scoop some of the gnocchi out onto your plate as well. The hazelnuts give it a pleasant, earthy flavour along with the sweet potatoes. It’s a nice combination. “Good pick, Ephemer,” you say after swallowing your mouthful. “Might have to try making this sometime.”

“I might not know how to pronounce it, but I can still appreciate good food,” he says with a grin.

“Oh hang on, there’s a plate of garlic bread here, too,” Skuld says, moving the pasta dishes aside to put the plate in the center of the table. “Aw and there are three pieces even though we just got the two pastas, that’s nice. Okay, everyone gets one.”

The garlic bread seems to have been made from a rounded bun of sorts, and it’s wonderfully crispy on the flat side but fluffy and soft on the rounded side. “I might have to just order a basket of garlic bread the next time I come here,” you say after you’ve devoured your piece. “That was excellent. ”

Skuld drags her straw around the edge of her glass to get the last of her milkshake. “I think all the food we’ve had has been excellent. I’d come back.”

“I’d like that,” Ephemer says after swallowing a mouthful of food. “I mean, I just like eating food with you guys.”

“Is it because you don’t want to cook for yourself?” Skuld teases.

“No! I just like having familiar things.” This isn’t a particularly surprising sentiment coming from the boy who’d eaten the exact same flavour of ice cream with you day in and day out for nearly a year.

“Maybe we should try different places each time,” you offer. “You know. In case we find other foods we really like.”

Ephemer falls silent as he considers this but Skuld nods. “I like that. And then if we have a favourite place we can always come back to it.” She looks to Ephemer for agreement.

“Yeah… okay. When would we go? Once a week?”

Skuld shakes her head in surprise, glancing at Ephemer. “I don’t know if either of us can consistently set aside that kind of time. Maybe every three weeks? We can always try to get together on the off weeks, obviously. We just wouldn’t be going to restaurants.”

You feel a little twinge of sadness at the suggested schedule – surely Skuld and Ephemer will be seeing each other a lot more often than you’ll be seeing them in between meetups – but… well, any time you can hang out with them is good. “That’s all right by me,” you say.

“Great, it’s a plan. Ephemer and I will figure out a day that works best and let you know as soon as we can.”

Unexpectedly, you find yourself trying to avoid their gazes and look down at your plate under the pretense of trying to scoop a hazelnut onto your fork. It’s fine that Skuld and Ephemer have Union leader stuff to do. Obviously. They’ll let you know as soon as they’re free. “Yeah, sure.” The words feel uncomfortable in your tight throat.

Luckily, Skuld doesn’t seem to notice. You chance a glimpse up at her and she’s back to eating the last of her pasta. Ephemer bumps his shoulder against yours and smiles radiantly and you wonder if he noticed your reaction. You do your best to smile back and quickly turn away, picking up your near-empty glass of strawberry milkshake as though you think you can get more ice cream out of it. It’s fine. You’re fine.

“Well, that’s all for me,” Skuld declares, setting down her fork. “Ephemer, you want the last of the gnoc – ahem – the no-chee?”

Ephemer rolls his eyes at her. “Sure, I’ll finish it. You want any more before I take it?” he asks, offering the plate to you. You shake your head and he scoops the last of the gnocchi onto his plate. “Excellent.”

You lean against the back of the booth as well. “I’m full too. That was really yum.”

“I might have to try making gnocchi one of these times,” Skuld says thoughtfully. “I don’t think it would be too hard. Don’t you just cook the potatoes and then add some flour and stuff?”

You shrug. “I’ve never tried. You might have to cook it after you mix everything together, or maybe you can just use it in a dish as soon as you’re done, I’m not sure. I’d want a recipe before I try making it for the first time.”

Ephemer puts down his fork at last with a satisfied sigh, pushing his plate away from himself. “I mean, if you two want to cook no-kee then I wouldn’t complain about trying it.”

“Gnocchi,” Skuld corrects offhand, smiling, “and I’m sure you wouldn’t mind eating free food, huh?”

“I’m just saying, I wouldn’t pass it up.”

A Moogle comes by to pick up your dirty dishes. “Can I interest you in any dessert, kupo?”

Ephemer looks longingly at the dessert menu but you and Skuld both shake your heads. “I’m really full, but thank you,” you say.

Ephemer sighs. “Me too. Maybe next time though.”

The Moogle nods. “And how would you like to pay tonight, kupo? All on one bill, or separate?”

“Oh, uhh…”

“One bill is fine,” you interrupt. The Moogle nods and leaves.

“How much do I owe you?” Skuld asks, digging in her bag, but you shake your head.

“Don’t worry about it,” you say. “I’ll get this one. Then we’ll just have to go out again so you guys can pay me back.”

“Are you sure?” Ephemer asks, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, don’t sweat it.”

He slumps back in his seat. “Well, okay then.”

You pat his leg. “It’s my ploy to get you guys to hang out with me more,” you stage-whisper, ostensibly joking but also secretly hoping that they really will make sure you go out at least once more together.

The Moogle comes by with the bill and you hand over some munny, thanking them for the lovely meal. “I guess we should head out,” Skuld says, looking around. “It’s pretty busy so we shouldn’t take up an extra table.”

“Yeah, that’s… of course.” You glance at Ephemer and he slides out of the booth to let you out too. The three of you wind your way around the tables and out onto the streets of Daybreak Town.

“Thanks for the night out, you two,” Skuld says as the restaurant door closes behind you. She pulls on a motorcycle jacket on top of her fancy outfit, making it look more casual, but also somehow more… Skuld. Ephemer rolls down his sleeves but otherwise doesn’t seem as bothered by the cool breeze. Typical.

“This was really nice,” you say, stretching your arms out in front of yourself. “Thanks for coming.”

Unexpectedly, Ephemer pulls the three of you into a hug. “I’m glad things worked out that we could all meet up again,” he says.

“I… yeah, me too,” you say, wrapping your arms around the two of them. You’re not quite sure if he means he’s glad you could meet up tonight or if he’s grateful that, after all that has happened, despite being separated, the three of you managed to end up in the same world. You're glad for both, in any case.

“Well, I guess we should be off,” Skuld says when you break apart. “Do you want us to walk you home?”

Yes. “No, that’s all right,” you say. “I live in the other direction, anyway. I’ll see you guys soon!”

They smile and wave at you as they turn to walk in the other direction. You walk boldly through the streets, not looking back until you’re sure they must be out of sight, then sit down on the curb on a small side street. “Lucky?” you call tentatively.

Your Spirit companion poofs into existence beside you in the form of the fluffiest pink dog you’ve ever seen. They crawl up into your lap and their pink tongue laps at your chin. “No, no, it’s fine, settle down,” you say, pushing them down. Lucky quivers in your lap, their tiny tail thumping against your knees. You stroke their head softly. “I just needed a hug. And I didn’t want to let Chirithy know. You won’t tell them, will you Lucky?”

Lucky’s pink tongue lolls out of their mouth for a moment as they pant, then they lay their head down on your arm and look up at you with big eyes. You run a hand along their fluffy fur absentmindedly.

“I just… I think I get jealous of Skuld and Ephemer hanging out? I don’t know if that’s what it is, exactly. I just know I feel upset when I think about them hanging out without me. And I know a lot of it is unavoidable – obviously they’re both Union leaders, so they’re going to see each other around the tower and have Union leader meetings and stuff. So it’s stupid to get upset over it. Right? I feel like I’m just bringing the mood down because I want to spend time with them, too.”

Lucky’s quiet in your lap and you continue to stroke their fur. “I don’t want them to feel bad, either. I know they already feel bad enough for keeping things from me about the Keyblade War and all that. And I really, really want things to go back to normal.” You sigh deeply and Lucky’s tail starts to wag again. “Yeah, okay, we can go home,” you say, ushering them off your lap. Their shape changes to that of a little wolf, like they want to protect you as you walk home. You reach down and pat them between the ears. “Thanks.”

Ephemer turns to look back at you as he and Skuld walk in the other direction towards the tower, but you’re already partway down the street, confidently strolling away. “Did you think… did you think Peach seemed a bit troubled back there?” he asks.

“Just now, you mean?” Skuld asks, turning to him in surprise. “No, not really. Did you?”

He shrugs. “I dunno. I just thought they seemed a bit sad about something.”

“Well, we can ask the next time we all get together. Make sure they’re all right.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I hope we’re not too busy this week.”

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Find Between Part and Meet on AO3! It updates every other Tuesday. This is the first chapter out of 6. I also have several other KHUx fics there under theworldthatneverwas, so be sure to check them out if you enjoyed this one!

Fic summary: You, Ephemer, and Skuld are back together again in Daybreak Town, but adjusting to normal life after the Keyblade War is easier said than done. And with Ephemer and Skuld so busy with their Union leader duties, what will it take to build this friendship up to weather any storm?

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seostudios · 4 years

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middle of the night: all about luv - p.js

ALL ABOUT LUV ‣ MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT

you just needed to pass your classes and you'd be out of this hellhole but of course you couldn't do it alone! it was a two man job with your lifestyle so the school assigned you to the one and only park jisung, clumsy straight a student who you may or may not have now taken a liking to....

pairing: park jisung x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 4.5k

info: rebel!reader, nerd!jisung, strangers to lovers!au, non-idol!au, high school!au

warnings: explicit/vulgar language, mentions of drugs, alcohol, little bit alcohol consumption

a/n: hey omg i can’t believe i finally posted a part to this series, i hope u guys enjoy it and PLEASE tell me if you want a taglist okay? thanks!

You were fierce, everyone knew. Even those who haven't even seen you and your tricks in-person feared when you attended school. Although you were known to play tricks, rough-house, and start problems with the other kids who didn't even bother attending school or pursue their actual desires- you had one and was determined to make it come true one way or another. But unfortunately, you were pretty dim compared to the students who roamed the hallways, it never stopped you, Today you decided on approaching your math teacher since she was surprisingly the only one who cheered you on with your aspirations,

"So...I'm passing three of my four courses this semester!?" You eagerly questioned the woman in front of you, "Yes, you are" confirmed with the recent grade updates, you sigh in relief knowing you were passing most of your classes with satisfying marks, so you made your way to the exit.

However, she pulled you back down to your seat. "You're failing Science Y/n," she added pointing at the 34, "Well I don't even know what's happening in there, how can I pass in such a short time?"

He stared out the window of the Science lab. He had plans after school, "Jisung? Park Jisung?" an unfamiliar teacher called from the door frame; his attention was mainly towards the girl behind her which sent shivers down his spine.

"Can you meet me in Room 284 after school?" Of course not, he's finally scored a fucking date with Lee Jieun one of the prettiest and popular girls of the junior division, he looked over to Jieun in the back of the class who was listening in on your conversation along with everybody else in the classroom, she looked disappointed but nodded permitting him to ditch their date, he smiled apologetically at the girl before focusing his attention to the door,

"Sure."

Knocks were heard from the door which made your busy teacher who was marking work signal you to go open the entrance to this quite cold classroom. Roughly around 5'11 probably 6'0 boy is wearing a worn-out white shirt, with a navy blue blazer, pants and a poorly tied tie. His attire was mandatory but his hair was unique, rocking pink-brown hair was not something you see every day unless they were idols. The sun shined passed the windows onto the boy making his rosewood hair turn into a more dark salmon colour. "Jisung!" Your Math teacher chirped to the boy pulling out a chair next to yours indicating you two to sit back down. She took a good two minutes out of your time to finish up on marking and organizing the sheets sprawled across the desk, you and Jisung just sat in silence. In all honestly, Jisung was shitting himself. You and the reputation you had here were most definitely the reason why. Shifting his position every ten seconds, the occasional glances to you, and bouncing his leg. Finally, she turned her attention to the pair in front of her, "So you two are probably really confused."she stated looking at Jisung, then you."Poor Y/n here, my favourite student-"She pauses looking at you with a smile and towards Jisung who looked confused on how,"which is surprising to the staff apparently which I have no idea how...she hasn't been...rebellious in a few weeks since she's trying to pass before the summer break."Clasping her hands together she looks up at you two, "Jisung I need you to tutor Y/n until she gets her final grade in." When I tell you his eyes widened enough for you to see the wrinkles on his forehead form, you did. You smiled accepting the help but it quickly seeing his distressed self, "Are you okay? Do you not want to tutor me?"You asked, and it was your first time ever speaking to the boy he never expected you to sound so soft and gentle; predicting beforehand that you had a rough deeper voice. His facial expression softens slightly at your hopeful gaze piercing through him- hoping he'd tutor you, cause frankly, you needed it more than anyone in your division at this point (Maybe you're being a little selfish but who cares.). Jisung was sitting in his seat, zoned out, probably processing all this. It took him a minute, but he finally looked up from fiddling with his fingers. "Oh Of course I will! I can do Wednesdays after school and Saturday around noon?"It was pretty shocking how confident he sounded ordering you around that second- which made the teacher grin at the shy boy's sudden dominance. Chuckling a little with a small smile plastered on your face you say "Works perfectly, I'll be leaving now. Bye Ms.," You said jolting up grabbing your backpack walking towards the door, but before you leave you gotta leave a nice impression on the boy plus its rude to not say goodbye isn't it.

"Goodbye Jisung Park."

It was Tuesday and Jisung was sitting in the Music room during lunch eating and catching up on his Health papers when you walked in. This was your usual spot in the late spring when you needed AC and a place to lay down. On a regular day for Jisung, he'd be in the front of the school on the bench working however it was too hot for him today so he opted to break into the already unlocked classroom to eat and study in. Sitting on top of the sink counter you lean to open a window pulling out a cigarette, you came here to smoke and it was a great place since it was deserted. "W-What are you doing?" Jisung asked looking up from his notebook sitting on the carpet. "Do I look like I'm about to jump out the window? no. I'm gonna smoke."You informed sarcastically on the boy. He was slightly taken aback you were so sweet yesterday and today your back with your bad girl reputation still strong. He threw you a quick look before getting up, putting his things in his bag, and throwing out the rest of his lunch. Now, walking towards you he takes the cigarette out your hand before you could even light it and threw it out the open window. "Hey! I wasn't done with that, and I didn't even start with it!" You raised your voice at him which did make him flinch but provoked him to argue back, "Yah! Your smoking is unhealthy and against school rules." He paused but started again, "You want to pass, don't you? I'm helping you pass, aren't I? Get your things together if you want my help Y/n."He spat. Honestly, you didn't think his words would affect you so much but it fueled the fire you started a minute ago. "Shut up Park, stop acting all tough when you know nothing about me, I never needed your help I was just going along with Ms." you argued back before grabbing your backpack and the lighter on the counter before hopping off pushing the tallboy to the side rudely, muttering something about bullshit.

"I was helping her! And she says you know nothing about me Park! like of course I don't butt why does she need to be an asshole when I'm trying to help her out." Jisung complains to Chenle in front of him. "Maybe she's like addicted," Chenle says trying to make the best out of the situation "Look, she'll warm up to you eventually cause you two will be spending lots of time together now." Jisung huffs in disbelief that Chenle is basically on your side here, getting up from the grassy field to join the rest of his gym class in soccer.

From the corner of his eyes, he sees a figure under the bleachers; you. He knows you are upset with him as much as he is with you but he still wants to encourage you to pass Science with his help. "Park! Get your ass over here!" Yedam, his classmate calls him to grab his things on the field before heading into the change rooms.

The school bell rang, you watched students walk out of their classrooms to their lockers, friends, lovers. You were leaning against the wall beside the empty Music room contemplating if you should leave and hang out with some friends by Unjeong Lake Park or stay in with Park Jisung to study for Science. Your thoughts were quickly interrupted by a voice, "Hey." Jisung stood in front of you, backpack resting on one shoulder and a Science textbook in his hand. "Hi," It was awkward being around him after you little tilt.

"Let's go," You trailed behind Jisung watching him take you to an unfamiliar part of the school, the West End. "Why are we here?" You question the pink-haired boy, but all you get in return is silence. At last, he brought you two to the old gym, it hasn't been used in almost 6 years but somehow it looks squeaky clean. "This is my hangout spot after school, I kind of made my friends go down to Unjeong for the day so we could study here until I find a proper place." He explains to you placing his books and bag on the stacked mats, offering to take your bag too, you let him. "So what Unit is your class working on now?" He asked you once the two of you sat on one of the many beanbags in the gym (Probably brought in from his pals), "Well my mom made me take Biology I and I know you are in my class I just don't show up..." You lean back on the beanbag playing with the lighter in your hands "What are we learning Park?" He visibly gulps at you doesn't even know why he's nervous himself, maybe because your scary? Probably.

"Well we're on our last unit of the year and the Unit test and Final Exam are what can get you to pass the class with at least a 60," He said moving to grab his textbook flipping to a page with sticky notes plastered all over. "We are in Unit 5, Plants: Anatomy, Growth, and Function. It's an easy Unit so we could go through it in two months then spend the two weeks before the final exam prep." Jisung finished speaking and handed you the textbook that was on the Unit page, it didn't look hard but you knew better to judge a book by its cover. "Alright, where do we start." You smile at the grinning boy who's suddenly amused by your aspiration to pass the course.

It's 2:45 and you are in the middle of the last period, Science. It was your last day of the Science of the year, technically. You still had to prep for your final exam, but this was the final unit test which meant for the next month you'd be stuck in a silent classroom with your peers all silently studying over and writing recap notes for the final exam. You finish writing the date on your page and adding a little smiley face at the end of your name, flipping your paper over you take out your earbuds, and play music to pass time.

Good, 15 minutes have passed, and you see students getting up to hand in their papers, this where you tag along and hand it in too. Patting the eraser ends on your skirt off you make it back to your desk sitting then turning to look behind you, a few desks down to a now chocolate haired boy. He was finishing up his test when he looked up to see you basically ogling at him. Throwing you an awkward half-assed smile he looks back to the girl behind him, Jieun.

Jieun and Jisung took a very bad turn once Jisung agreed on tutoring you. She's ghosted the boy and took a liking to her lab partner, Taehyun. It was disappointing to see a girl get jealous over her date tutoring a very incompetent girl like you. If you were in her position, you might've gotten scared but wouldn't drop the kid; it was rude, and honestly, you were glad Jisung accepted that fate and moved on from her. He played with the end of his test sheet before sighing thumping his head against the desk, okay maybe he wasn't that over her yet but he's doing better than you ever would. Over these four months you and Jisung surprisingly got along well, you've opted to occupy a booth int he back of your town's ice cream parlor for studying instead of that abandoned gym in the West End.

In all honesty, you felt bad about how you treated the tall boy in the first few weeks of tutoring. You showed up late which strung the classes longer making one hour, two. You complained, never listened, argued, actually punched him once. But after warming up to him you've started to take a liking, noticing his features a little more than you did last week, finding his beauty mark under his lip stunning. Nowadays he seems ten times more charming, appealing, engaging, and irresistible to you, memorizing his favourite things how he looks up to Kai, the teacher assistant for the seniors. And that he actually hates Science and prefers Gym and Sociology class. He likes all kinds of ice cream and tries new flavors every visit, he never writes with a red-inked pen since he prefers the black one and always lets you know that too ("Y/n did you know red ink stains are a nasty stain to get out, always use black ink."). You aren't the only one who's learned to love the newly blossomed friendship as he's learned as much as you about him, on how you've always wanted to become a Veterinarian, that your love for animals is just unexplainable and the only things holding you down is this horrible reputation you've built yourself over the two years of attending. But better late than ever to change your ways and Jisung was absolutely mesmerized by your determination to achieve the new milestones you've set for yourself.

"PARK JISUNG!" You shrieked barging into the empty ice cream parlor to see the boy sitting idling on his device, he looks up at you running towards your booth. "Hey, shhh", he quiets your overly excited self-telling you to sit."I got my Unit Test mark," you stop talking to take your backpack off and pull out your Unit Test which was graded and with a big fat A on it. "Holy shit! Y/n this is amazing!!"He exclaimed eyes going wide seeing the mark, his hard work really did pay off.

"Now we can start prepping for Finals," Jisung told you after handing your papers back, your shoulders sagged and your smile disappeared, you were hoping to possibly celebrate with your tutor and newfound friend. Shaking your head, you look at him again, "No sorry, I wanna celebrate this tonight," you inform Jisung who looks at you with a somewhat annoyed expression. "Sorry Y/n but one A isn't going to help you get to a passing mark, you need more than that and the only thing that'll help you pass Biology is your Final Exam which is what we need to prep for." What the fuck? Jisung Park, the golden student, and who you thought was your friend basically telling you that your grade wasn't worth all that cheering two minutes ago. That was unbelievable what type of asshole does that, oh wait apparently Jisung Park. You knew you weren't gonna pass with one test, of course not. You might've been dumb but not to that extent, you clench your fists wondering how all that admiration you had for someone just got poured down a drain so quickly. You chuckle heartlessly ' that thought lingered before you look at him and speak.

"Yea of course I know that but do you not understand how big of a milestone this was for me? I am one step behind passing my hardest subject of the semester and you telling me that it's not enough and we need to prepare for a final at the end of a month that has just started is fucking rude Park."You hiss at him now baffled on how he couldn't comprehend after four- almost five months of knowing you. Getting up you grab your backpack and phone and turn to exit the ice-cream parlor.

You were now outside of the small store, and Jisung didn't even come after you. Sighing knowing you should've known associating yourself with someone with a better reputation wouldn't have been smart. Pulling your phone out, you dial in a friend who you knew would be there for you and who had more free time than most students his age. "Jeno," You stammered through the phone "Y/n? Are you okay?" You smile weakly at his concern, not even a minute into a call."Can you pick me up?" you asked quietly to the older boy. Looking through the big glass window to the back of the shop, you see Jisung sitting there watching you intently, and he knows he hurt you. It wasn't his intent to; he just wanted you to reach your goals and he thought celebrating could've been done another time instead not today, I guess he hit a soft spot seeing your facial expression so fragile.

He saw a motorcycle pull up beside you and a muscular guy go and place a helmet on your head after holding you in his embrace for a moment before the two of you hopping back on the ride driving off to god knows where.

You kick around an empty pop can on the sidewalk waiting for your ride. Jeno knew something upsetting you over the phone so he decided not to question it and get you riled up but to drink a couple of beers and play darts at his crib. A Black 2018 Kawasaki Ninja pulls up in front of you, the driver removes his helmet revealed to be your dear friend, Jeno. He felt your gloomy aura already deciding to just embrace you tightly, "Whatever it is, you did amazing." He assured you before breaking the hug to plop the helmet on you and hopping back on with you behind him seated.

"Great job Y/n, I can see you making it through the year, I just finished putting in your final mark 89 is an amazing score and all on your own is shocking." Your Science teacher complimented you after holding you back to show your improvement to you, Jeno encouraged you to still study hard solo after acknowledging that you didn't want to work with Jisung anymore, hard work did pay off now your officially finished with your junior year and with flawless grades. "Have a great summer break," You tell her before walking out for lunch. Last day of school before the summer break, it's been a crazy weird year but you don't seem to be upset. Jisung seemed happy without you anyways, you've been skipping Music to sit out on the bleachers while he had gym class, and made sure to visit the West End more often. You didn't realize it yet but Jisung looking happy stung more than it should've.

Fuck that bullshit Y/n is on, Jisung is miserable without her. He didn't take note of it but he was more than happy to spend his Wednesdays and Saturdays with you. He liked the way your eyes widened or how your jaw almost touched the floor when he teaches you something new, or when your eyed shimmered when your grades went up every quiz. How your nose scrunched up at a difficult question, the way you organized his pencil case when he wasn't looking because 'it had to be cute like him'. He was too much of a coward to keep you by his side, it's safe to say Jisung Park likes you back. Head over heels in love with you probably, but we shouldn't stretch it that far knowing he's working his ass off to get over you, and of his mind but when does he even succeed. It's the last day of school and possibly the last time Jisung gets to see you roam the halls, watch him in Gym class fooling around with his friends, or just see you until the next school year. No, Jisung made it his goal to win you back. He's never seen you that way, never thought he'd need you, all he wants is to see you, hold you.

"No Park. She's not even here kid," Your friend, Yuna told Jisung who was at your doorstep asking for you. "Just, just tell her to text me." He said frustrated now leaving.

"I thought you said he didn't want anything to do with you?" Jeno asked sitting on the couch of Yuna's living room beside you. "He doesn't, I don't know why-" Yuna was quick to argue with you, "He likes you and you left." Jeno nods agreeing, "I see that happening..." He half-joked. "Listen I know he was a jerk in May, but it's June- July tomorrow! He's not being a jerk right now because what freaking jerk comes to your doorstep BEGGING to talk to you?" Yuna ranted.

You know he's not a jerk and he meant no harm that day but it hurt. Everyone always sugarcoated things with you so when Jisung was pretty blunt with you, it stung. You whine at all this thinking about Jisung and feelings, plus even if he did like you, there was so much to unravel than just some lame highschooler who wanted to get her shit together. So so much more than just that. Drinking the rest of the alcohol in your plastic cup you sit up straight staring at the two in front of you who were dying to hear your say in this, "Okay so what if we have our happy ending, what'll happen then? He'll figure out how toxic I am and go running back to Jiwoo or whatever name is."Stopping and using a couch pillow to cover your face- did you seriously imagine yourself with a happy ending, you've fucked up so much that it seems impossible to turn back. Yuna notices your heartache and decided to tone down on his jokes and talk to you 'for realsies',"Sweetheart if he leaves you because your teeny issues were too overwhelming for him it's not worth it but from his recent actions it looks like he'd want to be there with you through those issues. Honestly, he could live a little too so dealing with you- and giving me and Jeno here a break should be thrilling."Adding a light-hearted joke was what you needed to place a soft smile on your lips.

“Now go get your man” Jeno says slapping your back playfully encouraging you to leave the house and venture off to him- wherever he is.

"Can I help you?" A boy wearing Yonsei University sweatshirt asked you. 'This must be Jisung's older brother he told me about' You thought to yourself, "Oh Yes, is Jisung home?" You ask him looking up trying to look as innocent as you can. "Oh you just missed him, he went to get ice cream with his friends," he said. Shouting a quick thanks you run down to the only ice cream parlor Jisung probably knows in town.

CLOSED is all you see in front of the ice cream parlor. Did Jisung's older brother lie to me? Now that you think of it, he and his brother aren't close enough to share those type of things from what you heard, and what type of boy would avoid the girl he supposedly likes. You sit down on the curb looking off into the little soccer field, watching kids play with their friends thinking, then it hit you. Did Jisung lie to his older brother? C'mon Y/n think of the one place Jisung and his friends could be...The park? Nah, too crowded. The mall? No, too far. Think Think Think, one place. Where in the world could Jisung- WEST END! God, why didn't you think of that in the beginning, of course, he's there. Getting up off the curb you make your way quickly to the back of the school, remembering Jisung telling you a back entrance to the West End.

Reaching the back entrance you see it open indicating someone (Jisung and friends) was inside. Maybe you shouldn't barge in and ruin their fun...opting to send Jisung a text you search your pockets to find, nothing. How could you leave your house without your phone? You're like addicted to it. "Excuse me?" A deep voice booms behind you, turning around you look up at the man. It's Jaehyun, the volleyball team captain. "Y/n." You know him, through Jisung, of course, why else would he be at the West End or know your name. "Hi," your breath rather softly which throws the older boy way off since he knows you for your snarky remarks or overly confident aura...Today you seem the opposite really. "Can you tell Jisung to come out for a second?" you ask avoiding eye contact and resorting to looking at the chalked up pavement. He gives you a thumbs up and heads in.

"Park Jisung-ah!" Jaehyun shouts for Jisung loud enough for it to echo in the empty gym. Looking up and seeing Jaehyun, Jisung excuses himself from his current conversation with Doyoung, Yuta, and Renjun to jog over to his Hyung. "Your chick is here," He says pointing out the door to you, Jisung's eyes lit up already knowing who Jaehyun was talking about peeking his head out the door to see you looking off into the parking lot, watching the sunset. He was pulled right back in by Jaehyun, "You better fix whatever's been going on between you, Y/n looks like an actual school girl being all shy and soft. I'm actually disgusted I need that spunky girl back before I force you two to kiss or some shit," Really Jaehyun? Some advice you got there.

"Alright kid go get your chick" Jaehyun cheered before pushing him and closing the door loud enough to alert and make you turn back.

It felt like a dream, none of this felt real. It hasn't even bee 24 hours since you last saw Jisung, but it's been a month of not interacting to get your heart racing this much. You looked unreal to Jisung, out of a fairytale actually and he looked amazing, like always. This is when he started to panic, you smiled weakly and started walking up to him. He looked down at his shoes not having the balls to look you in the eye, "Jisung look at me you pussy." You said so calmly but so rudely(?). It was funny and made Jisung giggle which made you short circuit.

Jisung looks up from his feet to see you staring into his brown eyes, taking in all his features again looking at him from head to toe; how fluffy his dark coffee bean hair was or his cheeks- god you always took the chance to pinch them when you could. His broad shoulders you always wondered how his hugs would be, probably so comfy and perfect. The beauty mark under his lip, fuck always wanted to kiss it. Your thoughts were disrupted when you felt two large hands enclose you in a tight hug; reacting almost immediately you wrap your small hands around his waist and rest your head on his chest while he brings his large hand to caress the back of your head. "I'm sorry, I know what I said was wrong and I shouldn't have made you seem so slow-witted when you totally aren't. I think over that conversation almost every night. I'm so so sorry Y/n," He finishes tightening the hug for a moment sympathetically.

You loosen the hug and tippy-toe up to the boy placing a small peck on his pink lips which caused his cheeks to go crimson. "You're forgiven, Park," you say giving him a tight smile. You see the tall boy pout a little and turn his reddened face to the side before mumbling "I was supposed to do that," which caused a fit of giggles from you.

"You'll have plenty of opportunities in the future Jisung."

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ivarswickedqueen · 4 years

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Paring: Hvitserk x reader World Account: 1666 Warnings: 18+, this story conteins smut, nothing too heavy or triggering I hope :)

"What the hell is going on?" You groaned when you heard a big fuss outside your house. You wanted to get up and find out what's happening but Hvitserk was holding you tightly against his chest, lightly snoring into your ear. You gently wiggled out of his grasp and walked to the window and opened the heavy windows. "What's going on, Blaeja?" you asked Sigurd’s wife who was just walking past your house, obviously scared. "Something terrible is happening Y/N. The Seer warned us that there is some terrible contagious disease in Kattegat, you must stay at home! We have to figure out who is infected and isolate them!! Stay inside your house and do not go outside!!" she yelled and ran towards hers and Sigurd's house. You frowned and closed the window. "Hvitserk!" you tried to wake up your husband gently but he just snored louder and continued dreaming about something funny because he was smiling in his sleep. "Hvit!!" you tried again and poked his arm less gently this time. He just mumbled something incoherent and kept sleeping. "Hvitserk!!" you shouted and slapped his arm and this time he woke up. "Good morning, beautiful" he immediately smiled and stretched his arms lazily, causing the furs to fall down, revealing his toned stomach and all the tattoos on his body. You were scared but you still had to bit your lip when you saw this marvelous Viking in front of you. “See something you like, my dearest wife?” he smirked, not waiting for your answer, grabbing you and pinning you underneath him on your huge bed full of furs. Before you had a chance to say a word his hungry mouth covered yours and he kissed you deeply, his tongue invading your mouth, rendering you silenced, his hand sliding lazily under your shirt, his big palm covering your naked breast, smirking against your lips when he felt that your nipples are already erect and ready for his needy touches. He flicked his thumb across your hard nipple, making you sigh in pleasure into the kiss. He quickly untied your shirt and exposed your naked breasts to his needy eyes. “So fucking perfect,” he mumbled and latched his mouth on to your right breast. “Hvitserk, listen!” you tried to talk with him, but your words came out as a long moan, when he closed his skillful lips around your nipple, sucking gently, tongue circling around the hard peak, while his hand found its way into your undergarment. “Hvitserk, please stop for a moment, something is happening outside, some dise… oh, gods” you whined when his fingers reached your clit and slowly started playing with it, while he bit your nipple playfully, earning another moan from your lips. “Hvit, this is serious! We need to talk, please!” you pleaded, but he seemed deaf to your pleas, and you started forgetting about the whole situation, when his two long fingers slid inside you. He groaned in appreciation when he felt how wet you are for him. “The only pleas I want to hear from your sweet mouth, are about the ways you want me to fuck you, my sweet wife! I don’t want to hear anything else! Do you understand?” he commanded while he made himself comfortable between your spread legs. He quickly tore apart your undergarments and you rolled your eyes with pleasure when you felt his hot mouth on your dripping pussy. He licked your slit from bottom to your clit, holding you down, because your hips bucked up on their own accord. “Fuck pet, you taste so sweet. This is my favorite breakfast!” he smirked and after that you stopped worrying about anything and enjoyed all the pleasure your husband offered to you. His lips landed at your soaked pussy, his tongue made circles on your clit, making you a moaning mess in seconds. Your hand reached down, your fingers grabbed his light brown hair, tugging at it harshly, scratching his scalp with your nails, cursing loudly, calling all the gods, shaking with all the pleasure from Hvitserk’s skilled mouth. He felt that you are so close to your climax so he slipped two fingers into your drenched pussy, and kept sucking your clit gently, your knees nearly suffocating him between your legs so he bit your clit gently, making you see stars, moaning his name loudly, you came hard on his tongue, making him smirk proudly, licking every single drop of your juices. He kissed his way back to your lips, kissing you lovingly, taking your hand into his, slowly putting it on his rock hard cock, whispering into your ear: “Can you feel it, my wife? Can you feel how hard your moans and whimpers made me? It hurts, beautiful!” he pouted and looked at you with high expectations in his eyes. “Hvitty, we really need to talk, there is serious danger outside our house!” you tried again, while you wrapped your hand around his cock tightly, stroking it slowly.

“I think that it can wait few more minutes Y/N,” he assured you while he kissed down your throat, his hands found your full breasts again and you felt his cock throbbed against your palm. It was pointless to argue with him right now. You started stroking him harder and faster, your thumb played with the head of his cock, making him groan against your skin, biting you lightly, whispering naughty words against your skin. You could feel that he was getting closer and closer to his release, but before you had a chance to quicken your strokes even more, he swatted your hand away and pinned you down on the bed. “I changed my mind, Y/N. I don’t want your hand, I want to be inside you when I cum, I want to coat your walls with my seed, I want a kid in this house. The Seer told me, that I will have more sons than my father so let’s start fulfilling prophecy…” he smirked wickedly and in an instant your pussy slickened with need. You already felt him at your entrance, slowly sliding into your still sensitive pussy. “Fuck, pet. So warm, so tight, so perfect,” he praised you and you blushed, still feeling so special when he was praising you, loving the feeling to be the one who he loves and praises so much. You wrapped you legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you, kissing him hard curling your fingers around his broad shoulders, digging your nails into his skin almost draining blood, when he started pounding into you harder and faster. You yelled his named loudly when you both came at same time, breathing hard, lying on the furs in complete silence for a few minutes. Finally Hvitserk leaned on one elbow, ran his finger on your skin, drawing invisible patterns on it, giving you a goofy smile. “So what did you wanted to tell me, Y/N?” he asked you and kissed your shoulder lovingly. You quickly told him what Blaeja told you about the disease and that you two have to stay at your house for a few days to avoid the contagion. “So, you are telling me, that we have to stay here together, alone, for a few days?” he smirked and bit his lip suggestively. “And that’s a bad news because…?” he asked and trailed his fingers over your hot flesh, goose bumps appearing along the path as he ran his fingers up and down your exposed thigh. “Because people are suffering outside!” you tried but he just smiled. “We are not healers, Y/N. We are warriors; we don’t know anything about contagious diseases or how to cure them. The best we can do is stay here and pay attention to each other,” he answered and cupped your head in his hands, kissing you slowly, savoring your taste, silencing your protests.

“So my dear Y/N” he started, “what’s for breakfast?” he grinned and licked his lips in anticipation. “Well, nothing, because you were too busy fucking me outside the market place yesterday, so we didn’t buy anything to eat, so we don’t have anything here, maybe some old bread and cheese?” you smirked and watched the panic raising in his green eyes. “We don’t have food? We gonna die here!!” he shouted dramatically. “Why are you so calm?” he asked you on the verge of hysteria, while you lay back on the bed with you arms folded behind your head. “I'm sure it won’t last too long,” you said calmly. “We will survive, don’t worry, Hvitserk. It was you who told me, that we should stay here and pay attention to each other,” you chuckled and then quickly got up from the bed to stop Hvitserk from running down the street butt naked to start looking for something to eat. “I was kidding, our pantry is full. Don’t worry, love. We have enough food for another month,” you assured him. “Are you sure?” he asked you nervously, still not convinced about it. “Yeah, I am sure. You can eat whatever you want Hvitty,” you winked at him and the cheeky smile crept back onto his face. “So let’s have a breakfast, woman,” he giggled and slapped your ass playfully, gently maneuvering you towards the pantry. “Look, all of your favorite stuff is here, Hvitty! See, goat cheese, smoked salmon, rye bread, honey, fruits from your last raid in England…” you named all of the delicious things and Hvitserk started drooling. He grabbed few things and urged you back to bed. “Let’s have breakfast in bed, Y/N. We can eat and have sex for the whole month, my sweet wife. If you won’t walk out of these four walls pregnant then Freyja hates us both,” he shouted and forced you to lie on the bed. When he started drawing fertility runes on your body with his fingers dipped in honey, you knew that this quarantine with your silly husband will be long.

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nomoregoldfish · 4 years

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Imagine Pacho Sends You as a Gift to (Spy on) Amado 2/3

This is getting out of hand again, smh. (Not really) Warning: everyone loves Pacho. Un-betaed, I’ll post the entire thing on AO3 later. For now, you can find part 1 here.

Amado is occupied with all sorts of business affairs after you land in DF, leaving you to his younger brother Vicente. You quickly learn Vicente is in charge of security of all cartel business, that's something, you assume.

When asked why you don't go to Juárez directly, Vicente tells you Amado has several meetings with some important figures in DF. You have to figure out a way to infiltrate the plaza to learn more about Amado, staying at a luxury apartment owned by the narcos won't get you anything useful.

"She's crazy!" Vicente's whining when Amado finally shows up late that night, "She woke up at 5 in the morning for a fucking jog and dragged my ass to a wet market before it even opened. And that's not the end of it, she bought so much fish and my car still smells like a stinky fish tank right now."

Vicente is a bit exaggerating but you do have a fruitful trip to the local market.

"Yet you finished everything she cooked." Amado points at the empty plates on the dining table, not annoyed at all.

"Do you have some leftovers?" The tall Mexican turns to you. Vicente interrupts, "No, we ate all salmon sashimi because Ryoko said salmon has to be served as fresh as possible, and I ate all wasabi. Oh man, that shit is hotter than serrano peppers. But don't worry, we have a lot of more fish in the jacuzzi." Right, it comes handy to have more than one bathtub in the luxury apartment.

Finally Amado sends away his bratty little brother. Then it's just the two of you.

"I've got something for you." You remember to smile, which seems to work fine as Amado approaches. "All done?" He asks, you haven't figured it out what he's asking about, the dishes? Yes. Then the Mexican lowers your ponytail, running his fingers through your hair.

"You don't wanna hair in your grilled pacific saury." You joke, bringing him another set of hot meal you specifically make for him.

"Tell me more about it." Amado takes a large bite, looking satisfied and more relaxed.

You two are chatting over some mezcal and a plate of edamame afterwards. Amado asks about your day, and trades some anecdotes about Vicente when you tentatively ask about his. The fucker is smart and vigilant.

"I have to tell you something," Okay, you get his full attention, "The bluefin tuna you ate three days ago wasn't served in the best condition. Pacho wanted a show, everything grand and pretty, so I had to cut the red part of the fish and make a bright-colored akami plate right away. It's meaty and chewy, which should have been aged for three days in the fridge to allow the texture to soften and release more flavor," You opens the fridge, showing Amado several chunks of tuna you already cut out, "You can have friends over in three days, I bought enough for a full table."

"What about the pink ones?" He seems genuinely interested. You continue to explain that different parts of tuna offer variable tastes from super fatty pink otoro around the head and collar to chutoro, mixture of fat and meat from the back and belly.

To your surprise, Amado asks for a slice of the fat part, "You said it's the most expensive one. I shouldn't waste your hard-earned money, right?" Both of you laugh.

You take a really fat cut. When you're looking for a plate and the soy sauce, Amado just eats it from your hand. Your fingers are freezing from the tuna and when he swallows them with the slice, the hot and soft sensation around fucking turns you on like nothing else. The sashimi-hater even licks your fingers a few more times, "to clean the fat."

As he claimed, "It's better."

"Now you're gonna show me how you destroy my jacuzzi on day one."

You feel great sitting by the edge of the jacuzzi a.k.a. your temporary fish tank and checking out all the aquatic animals you bought earlier.

"It could've been us in it." What a tease. You laugh then get up, "I don't think it's a good idea to get naked with lobsters and octopuses."

"Wait," Amado turns you around, still sitting by the edge, "Let me make it up for you."

When Amado decides to give you a head, you simply don't say no. It's like sitting on his face because you can barely stand still. He notices then pulls you closer. The lips used to wrap around your fingers now make you feel like in heaven, and God bless his fucking tongue. The Mexican is driving you mad.

"Shh, you wake up the octopus." You're at the tipping point and the fucker pauses. You open your eyes, an octopus is on the move, two tentacles approaching the edge of the jacuzzi, sucker rings very close to your bare legs.

Then imagine Amado gets up and pushes you up against the tiles in the shower, silencing you with a rough kiss. You taste yourself, and something raw, could be the tuna or the cigarettes he smokes. You get even more aroused by that.

You're desperate for more of his touch. So you grab his big hand and put it between your thighs, and he's willing to comply.

This is too much. You cum just after a few rubs against him.

"I'm sorry for the other night. You're a genius." Amado's playing dirty, sweet-talking while he continues to rub against your oversensitive part, "Would you do me favor? I'm thinking about hosting a few guests, somewhere private, the tuna will be ready by Friday, right?"

You can't believe he falls for the trick. This could be an important business meeting and you're gonna be there.

"Sure. Can I ask something in return?" You already come to your senses while giving Amado a painfully slow handjob.

"Anything you want. Flowers? Jewelry? Cars? I have some better collections than Pacho's Corvette C4. Too flashy." Amado offers generously.

You can't help laughing, "Gosh, how could men make everything a dick comparison contest?"

"You saw his dick?" Amado bites your lower lips. He's rock hard, throbbing.

"I thought you did, too. You two seem very close. I mean, Pacho is a gorgeous man." You keep going, and teasing. You enjoy the fact that you just plant something really dirty in Amado's head. You bet he's having an imaginary threesome with you and Pacho. Not a bad idea though.

By the time you make him come, the Mexican almost forgets what you're asking.

"I ask 'Do you have some dumbbells?' I need my daily training and I don't have time to find a new gym here. What? How do you think I'm able to handle a 150lbs tuna in a line of work mostly for men?" You give Amado a little squeeze before licking it off.

You have a dream that night, being penetrated by Amado in some warm water while a giant octopus sucks you off. You wake up with wetness down there.

You visit several Japanese restaurants in town, unsurprisingly boring. You get the idea that local middle-class see Japanese cuisine as an exotic and cultural novelty.

You even invite Amado to have lunch at one of those restaurants during his break. He frowns at the food after the first bite, "You can't do this to me."

What? "Asking me to eat this crap is inhumane. I'm spoiled." Amado makes it sound like you're the bad guy, but these smiling eyes give him away. He looks at you the way that makes you feel wanted.

You two end up eating cheap Mexican street food and that's where you find some early blossoms of jacarandas with excitement.

"You want those?" Amado asks, picking up some dried petals from the street. All you can think of is jacarandas flower could be an interesting alternative to sakura, which adds a domestic touch to the food you're gonna prepare for Friday.

"Yes, please." Amado must find it weird but he just nods.

Once being brought to the outskirt location of the private meeting, you spend more time making rearrangement of the decor, trying to create an authentic Japanese ryotei experience.

You call Amado once for extra resources. It's tricky because you don't know if you're in a position to ask anything when he's away, busy.

"I'm glad you called. I may not be an Asian culture fanatic like Pacho but I promise you will have anything you want. Whatever rare shit he's bought you, just name it. I'll have an entire Boeing 727 team ready to fly it in from every fucking corner of the world." Yeah, the dick measuring thing is still going on.

What you don't mention is that you're also glad to hear his voice. "Will you come over?" You almost let it slip, "I mean, to see if you like everything."

"No. I trust you," Amado pauses, "I'll be an hour early."

"Mind the traffic." Bright laughter breaks from the other end of the line.

And thanks to the highly efficient Carrillo Air Express, stuff you request is brought to you the next day including a whole box of violet jacarandas petals.

You ask for a guest list before starting to set the table. "Just set tables for eight people." Vicente clearly has no idea of being a host. You explain that it's part of your job to make sure no one is allergic to seafood. "How the fuck do I know that?" The young man is still complaining.

"Don't worry. Give me a list. I'll look for their office numbers, call their secretaries and find out."

Vicente is easily convinced. You get what you want, a list of high-up politicians and business executives. Not sure how this is relevant but you memorize the names and companies anyway.

Amado makes his arrival almost cinematic. With a chopper still swirling outside, the man in black steps out from the driving seat on the right and waves to you like a king.

"You're early." You can hide your smile this time.

"Because someone suggested I should 'mind the traffic.' It happens I've owned a few choppers." The fucker looks like a dashing pilot out Hollywood movies.

You joke that he's nothing like what Pacho used to say, "Low-profile my ass."

"Oh, Pacho talks about me?"

"Stop. I'm really not interested in which one of you has a bigger dick."

Later Amado hands you a wrapped frame. "I heard you're looking for some Japanese art for decoration. I don't know anything about art but..."

You can't believe he brings you a shunga, tradition Japanese erotic painting, depicting a giant octopus performing oral on a woman with pink tentacles all over her naked body. "You're ridiculous." You frown, it's too explicit you're not sure if it's appropriate for such an occasion.

"I saw something similar at Pacho's house. Well, minus the woman. Just boys." The cheeky bastard winks at you, "You're also serving octopus sashimi tonight? It's a fit then." That's how a print of the famous Octopus and Girl Diver ends up in the main room.

Dinner starts at 8 and everything is ready. You're asked to briefly introduce each dish to the guests when one's presented. Guests praise everything from the chopstick rest made of porcelain with traditional Mexican patterns, to the floral-shaped bream sashimi slices. The tuna sushi is a hit, everyone loves it. You give Amado a knowing smirk when you catch him taking a few himself. The octopus sashimi is a bit tricky but the guests are so "polite", they still pretend to enjoy the exotic food.

The rest of the time you stay outside the room. You hear things but not in a coherent manner. Amado mentions NAFTA, export-oriented furniture and auto parts factories in Juárez, and two of them are head of the biggest tequila exporters of the country. Nothing makes sense for the drug business. Is the most successful Mexican drug trafficker gonna shift to other legitimate businesses? That might have an impact on Pacho's business.

When dessert is brought to the table, everyone wows — the improvised jacarandas mochi with dried petals is a nice surprise to end the dinner. You tell them the story that instead of the much-anticipated sakura which wasn't well-adjusted to the Mexican weather, how jacarandas was introduced to Mexico City by a Japanese gardener in the 1930s. All the guests finish their plates while giving you a few nods.

Amado seems very pleased with everything you've done. He lowers his voice to ask you to wait for him afterwards.

"Where are we going?" You ask through the headphones. Seems Amado is flying you back to downtown DF.

The Mexican smirks, "To the sky."

You finally land atop the roof of a skyscraper, "This is the tallest building in Mexico." Amado holds you tight when you exit the chopper. The wind at night in early January is insane, let alone you're 700ft above the ground.

It must be some five-star hotel but turns out it's an office building of Pemex, Mexico's state-owned oil company. WTAF? "Put it this way, the biggest exporters of the country hang out sometimes." Amado's sense of humor is something you didn't expect, "Well, I'm not saying they bring as many unattached US dollars as I do, not even close."

When you let the fact sink in — that the Juárez cartel probably earns twice as much as the biggest oil company in the country through exporting "goods," having access to a secret suite on the top floor of the Pemex Tower is not surprising at all.

"You bring people here often?" You ask when Amado pops a bottle of wine. The city view from the 54th floor is stunning.

"I didn't know you're the jealous type." He brings you a glass. You two stand in front the giant window, raising your glasses like you're celebrating.

"You haven't asked what we're celebrating." Amado takes a step closer.

You put index finger on his lips, which are incredibly soft. Immediately remind you last time you kissed, "I don't want to get myself killed in a foreign country."

"Did Pacho teach you that? Not asking questions, just do your thing." Amado starts kissing your hand.

"Oh, my God. You're so obsessed with him, and it's kinda cute."

"Nonsense." The Mexican disagrees, and turns to the window.

You sets both of your glasses aside, then leads Amado to the bed. You get undressed first, lying on the bed, waiting.

"You're sure this is something you want?" You ask, completely stripped. Amado stares at your flat-chested body like the first time he found out who you are.

"You make it sound like I haven't sleep with supermodels. That funny?" The fucker tickles you, "You have no idea..."

Imagine Amado makes you feel adored, marking every inch of your body with his big hands and soft lips. He takes time, mapping your body till he finds the most sensitive spots and makes you moan, shivering.

"Let me warm you up." Amado probably thinks you're cold, so he spoons you. The long limbs of his are like tentacles wrapped around you, fuck, you can feel his erection grinding against you.

You're so wet for Amado. When he finally pushes in from behind, neither of you can resist the sensation.

"Wanted to do this to you the whole week. You're such a fucking tease, aren't you? Dropped at my door in that kimono robe then left without letting me even touch you." Amado pounds into you, with hand reaching your little bean from behind, making you a total mess.

"Why didn't you make me stay then?" You're nearly breathless, "Is it...because it's within Pacho's territory?" You obviously cross some line with that. The thrusts become harder, feels like Amado is gonna fuck you senseless.

You're not sure if Pacho wants to know you are talking about him when you reach orgasm.

You decide to leave it out before you pass out.

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oshbluepacific · 4 years

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Blind Meeting

Type: fluff

Character: Kim Namjoon (CEO Au!) x Reader

Words Counted: 2k+

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“(Y/N), i’m soo sorry for calling you this late!” Your friend suddenly burst with an apology as you picked up the phone. “Don’t worry, I was still playing Harvest Moon… What’s up?” You asked her, shifting your position on the bed “You know I have that really important meeting with that guy tomorrow right…” “Yeah, the one that’s really important if you screw up, Jules would screw you out of your office.” You added, before taking a sip of your hot chocolate. “Unfortunately, my son got a terrible fever and… Felix is not in town at the moment, so…” Then you heard her sigh. “You want me to cover for you tomorrow?” You asked her voluntarily. “I feel so guilty—but would you please?” She asked. “It’s fine I’ll do it, but I’m expecting food on my desk by the time you’re all clear.” You joked and you could hear her laugh on the other end. “That would be noo problem at all!” And you chuckled. “All right, take care of little Kanda, hope he gets better soon.” You smiled. “Thank you (Y/N), thank you so much!” She thanked you again before you said your goodbye and hang up the phone. You placed your phone right next your Nintendo GameBoy Advance. You took it to save the game before shutting it off and proceed to your desk.

Tomorrow was supposed to be your day off, but unfortunately, things turn up the way you didn’t want them too. But this meeting is so important you, now, can’t mess it up for your friend, or even your boss, Jules. You couldn’t let your co workers down.

“Okay then…” you sighed, turning your laptop on. You opened your internet and typed in the name of the person you’re going to see tomorrow.

“Kim… Nam…Joon…” You typed in Google Search before pressing enter.

You looked through his profile and he was a successful businessmen in your area. He’s now the CEO of the Joon Company that was formally owned by his father before retiring and decided to spend the rest of his life with his wife and play golf. Once Namjoon was in charge he expanded the company and became one of the most successful multimillionaire in the country under 30.

You looked through his social media, and you were surprised to see how simple his living situation is. He doesn’t really post much but there was a picture of him and his family at a wedding. He was handsome, tall and well dressed. There was a picture of him smiling, showing a sweet dimple and no wonder a lot of girls were into him. He was cute, and also a multimillionaire. He also post artsy foods, probably a book and songs that he’s into and also a lot of picture of him and his 6 others friends which were also cute. When you were studying about Kim Namjoon, your phone suddenly let out a sound, letting your know there’s an incoming text. You walked to your bed and took your phone.

From: (Y/F/N) Hey, I mailed you some documents to you, incase you need to know about him, his background, his company and also a documents for him to sign. but please, don’t drool on his photos dear ;)

You chuckled and send her a reply.

To: (Y/F/N) This is why human created Google Search. and thanks, but please… I won’t. :)

You went back to you desk and started to read all the documents your friend gave you on Kim Namjoon.

The next morning you decided to wear a black jeans and your favourite black and white Blouse. You kept your make up to a minimum and yo decided to let your hair down. Taking your sling back, your carefully slip the documents and all your carry ons before walking out of your room. You cooked yourself toast with eggs and smoked beef on the side. “Hello?” You answered your phone as you were about to eat your breakfast. “You’re meeting him at the LePlaza Restaurant at 1 P.M., I called the restaurant and changed the reservation under your name, and don’t for the love of my husband and son, don’t be late and don’t mess up!” You’re friend listed and you chuckled. “Honey, relax, this isn’t my first important meeting you know?” You told her, before taking a bite of your toast. “I know, but I don’t know why I’m the one that is worried here.” She said in a worried tone. “Don’t worry, I’ll do you guys proud.” You smiled, getting confident. “Okay great! please let me know how the meeting went after!” She said. “Okay.” “And, (Y/N), thank you so much for covering for me…” “It’s no problem… Really.” You smiled. You hung up the phone and continue to eat your brunch before cleaning your dishes, gabbing your bag and car keys.

The restaurant was elegant, you’ve never been here before so this was really your first time. Usually you’d be going to a meeting somewhere in the city in a coffee shop or just a normal restaurant, but this is different from something you usually do. European style paintings were at the ceiling, some even hanging on the walls. There was a certain area where the tiles were made of glass and beneath it was a pool filled with colourful fishes and plants.

This is a palace.

You got into your seat and your told the waiter you were waiting for someone. “Maybe a drink?” He asked. “Is it appropriate to drink champagne this early?” You asked, getting curious. The waiter just smiled. “People say that it’s better to start early than late.” You laughed in response. “Champagne it is then—oh, would you mind bringing two glasses?” You asked. “Right away madame.” He smiled before rushing to the back. You let out a sigh and just took the time to admire the place. Most of the people here were wearing super formal attire. Most of the women wear dresses and jewellery as if there’s a gala this noon. And most of the men were wearing shirts and suits. You thanked the lord that you did get dressy, because mostly you just throw on shirt and a shirt and that’s it. “Excuse me,” you turned to see a stunning tall man. Brown hair, bright and brown clear eyes. A dimple formed when he smiled at you. “hi, I’m Namjoon, I’m… sorry if I startled you.” He chuckled nervously. “Oh, no, no it’s fine, Hi…” You stood up from your chair to formally greet him. “I’m (Y/N), you were suppose to meet my friend but her son go sick so I’m covering for her, is that okay with you?” You asked politely. “Oh, of course it’s fine, I hope her son gets better.. uh, please let’s sit.” He said. And you laughed nervously. “Did I took you long?” Namjoon asked, as he took his seat. You shook your head. “No, not at all… i just arrived myself.” You told him. “You see that man right there?” Namjoon suddenly points at a table behind you, and you turn to see where he was pointing at. “The guy in the orang polo shirt, that’s my friend, Taehyung.” He explained. You’ve seen him in Namjoon’s social media post. You figured that he’s a close friends. “When I walked in, he quickly went up to me and greeted me, so we chatted for a while before I laid my eyes on you.” You looked at him raising your eyebrow in confused. “Why?” You asked, smiling. “I thought I was late, and I thought you’ve been waiting for a while.” He said, with a nervous chuckle. “Oh don’t worry, If you want to talk to your…” “No, it’s okay.” He smiled. “Is he your… like business partner?” You asked him. “He’s my childhood friend actually, but as we are older we kinda’ have our business together.” He explained and you nodded in interest. “Excuse me, madame, sir.” Suddenly the waiter came back with two glasses and a bottle of champagne. “This is the best champagne I’ve ever drink.” Namjoon expressed. “You’ve been here?” You asked him as the waiter pours you your portion. “I come her sometimes… dinner with family, sometimes on my own, but never for a meeting actually.” Namjoon said. “Oh… I see, this is my first time being here and I’ve never had a meeting in a place like this!” You giggled, and Namjoon just smiled.

Ugh, you almost feel like you want to touch his face when his dimple showed.

“Perhaps you would like to order now?” The waiter asked. You turn to Namjoon and he nodded. “The salmon or steak here the best, do you want to try?” Namjoon asked. “I trust you Namjoon.” You laughed and he joined in. “I’ll Have the sirloin steak and she’ll have the grilled salmon, both with mashed potatoes.” “Okay, anything else?” The waiter asked. Namjoon turned to you and you shook your head. “Nope, that’s all.” Namjoon smiled. And with that the waiter thanked you and rushed back to the kitchen. “So what are we going to talk about?”

You talked about business before the food came, but once the food was on the table, Namjoon turned the subject and you both got to know each other better. “Wait, really?” You asked surprised, covering your mouth with your hand because there were soon in your mouth. “Yeah! My dad made me do it and I got cold the next day, so I couldn’t attend the horrid meeting.” He laughed. “Woah… But this isn’t horrid right?” You asked, jokingly. “No, of course not! i’m actually enjoying this meeting.” He smiled, and you felt happy that he is enjoying his time. “But really, aside from everything we had discuss, we, would like to do a partnership with your company. We thought that with your technology and our brands, it would be the something amazing in the future.” You explained, trying to nail this meeting. Namjoon nodded. “Alright, but do we have to have another meeting, or do have to talk to other people from your office?” Namjoon asked. “Oh, I’ll ask my colleague about that.” You told him, as you try to pull the papers from your bag. “Let me know, if anything, i just want to talk to you.” You felt your cheeks redden as he said and and you just smile. “Really, because most of the meetings I attend to are so formal and so boring, but when I’m talking with you, I feel like i’m talking to a friend as well and not just a business partner.” He told you. “Well I’m glad to be your friend as well.” You told him with a smile.

You gave the documents to him and he pulled his glasses out from his suit pocket and you swore on your life that he looks a thousand times better with it. He reads through the documents really quickly before signing the the bottom part of the paper. You both shake hand and just in time for dessert.

“It was really a pleasure meeting you Namjoon.” You said as you both stepped out of the restaurant. “It was my pleasure as well.” He smiled, slightly bowing to you. “Do need a ride home? Or…” Namjoon asked, shoving one of his hands his pocket. “Oh no, I came her with my car.” You told him politely. “Oh okay…” He nodded. “Look, (Y/N), I really enjoy spending time with you and I hope I can see you again some times?” He said. “Oh, o-okay sure let me put in my number.” You extended your hand and Namjoon automatically pulled his phone out and gave it to you. You punched in your number in his phone before handing it back to him. “Call me tonight maybe?” You asked. “I will sure do, and I will see you, tomorrow night.” He smiled “Tomorrow night? What’s up with tomorrow night?” You asked him, suddenly all confused. Because as you remembered, you don’t have anything important tomorrow. “Oh, I’m planning on booking some place that i think you might like tonight, then I’m going to call you after that, and ask you out for a second date.” He smiled cheekily. “And… let’s be honest, this feels more like a blind date than a meeting.” He joked, but to be honest to yourself, it did. “Okay… Let’s just hope your plan goes the way you planned it to be.” You winked, turning around and walked away slowly from Namjoon towards the parking lot. “Was that a rejection?” He shouted with amuse. “I don’t know, why not try and then you’ll get the answer.” You twirl happily and trotted towards your car.

Once you got into you car, you squealed happily, your cheeks all red and the butterflies flutters in your stomach.

To: (Y/F/N) you should stay at home more often. i nailed the meeting and i nailed the guy as well ;)

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accio-kitty-malfoy · 4 years

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A Breath of Fresh Hair

Chapter Five: The Day Before

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24633025/chapters/59766049

Harry was woken up early that morning. At 07:04 exactly, Ron was shaking his shoulder to wake him.

“I think mum will blow up if you don’t get up soon, mate.” Ron looked just as tired as he felt, but there was an excitement coming off him that felt like static. Harry obliged and dragged himself out of bed, deciding to at least go downstairs and show his face so Molly knew he was there to help if she needed him. There was a continental-style breakfast laid out on the table that people could help themselves to as and when they woke up or were hungry. There was a slight orange sheen that hung over it, telling Harry someone had placed a ‘keep fresh’ charm on the food. There were cold meats, cheeses, smoked salmon and kippers, breads, preserves, honey (from the bees in the garden, Harry hoped), boiled eggs, different kinds of cereals, fruits, natural yoghurt and on hot plates there was everything you would want for a fried breakfast. There were two great vats too; one labelled ‘coffee’ and the other ‘hot water’, with a basket that contained a selection of teas and jugs of different milks including almond milk for Ginny. Harry sighed happily, grabbing a plate and filling it up with all of the delicious things on offer. He made himself a cup of tea and poured Ron a mug of coffee, adding three sugars to it and handing it to him.

“Thanks mate.” He gratefully accepted the coffee before picking up a sausage and devouring it.

“How are you feeling?” Harry asked.

“I’ve never been so excited about anything in my whole life, even the Quidditch world cup. I mean, have you met that woman? She’s amazing. And, of course I’m nervous, but not about if I’m making the right choice or not. I just want everything to go right.” Harry set down his plate and cup and embraced his friend.

“It’s going to be awesome. You both deserve it.” Ron hugged him back and when they pulled away from one another, they were both misty eyed. The rest of their breakfast they spent talking about what else needed doing for the wedding and talking to other people as they went in and out of the kitchen for breakfast or more caffeine.

The sky outside was a soft blue with fluffy clouds drifting lazily by. It was still hot, but the sun had lost some of its intensity, making it a more comfortable heat. Harry wandered around outside, already on his second cup of tea. He helped where he could and fetched sustenance for people when they needed it. His big job was coming the next day; the day of the actual wedding, when he was meant to be styling hair. The ceremony would be starting at two in the afternoon, so he would likely have to have made a start by eight at the latest. He preferred staying up late and sleeping in late, but he knew a couple of days getting up early would be worth it. He was also excited to work alongside Cho. She was going to be doing the makeup for the day and she was absolutely wonderful at it. She specialised in wedding and special events makeup and had travelled around the world, going where her business took her. Harry almost envied her; she was getting to do the thing she loved the most while also getting to see the world. He decided to talk to her about it when he saw her and ask her if there were any pitfalls to it.

Dean and Seamus had put up temporary huts in the garden. Each one contained a bed, a sofa, a coffee table, coffee and tea making facilities, a mini fridge and a separate room with a toilet, sink and shower. As more and more guests arrived, they were assigned a hut each. When they’d settled themselves into the huts, they all threw themselves into helping or socialising. A lot of them were friends from Hogwarts and it was amazing to be able to catch up with them and see how they’d been doing and what they’d been getting up to since their school days. Harry admitted that he’d been a bit rubbish at keeping in contact with people and vowed to make he saw them more often after the wedding. The huge gardens at The Burrow had almost turned into a temporary village and it was busier than Harry had ever seen it. Molly looked frantically busy, but she also looked delighted. The place was running like a well-oiled machine; albeit a very noisy one, under Molly’s direction. Arthur, Ginny, Charlie and Harry took it upon themselves to keep everyone supplied with refreshments as the day went on.

Harry almost dropped the tray he was holding when he ran into, almost literally, someone he didn’t expect to see there. Pansy Parkinson was carrying arms full of what looked to be documents towards the house. Her hair was cut into the bob that she’d always had it styled in while they were at Hogwarts and she was wearing a simple but expensive looking while blouse and black pencil skirt. She was wearing an almost burgundy lipstick that contrasted wonderfully with her pale skin and her lips were drawn into an easy, amused smile.

“Don’t look so startled, Potter. I’m just here to drop these papers off for Hermione and pick some other ones up off her. You do remember that we work together, right?” Harry nodded and pulled himself back together.

“Yeah, of course I do. I just didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Right. Well, I guess I do look a bit out of place, don’t I? I’ve just come from the office, you see. I suppose I don’t really fit in with the décor around here.” Harry expected to see a smirk on her face when she was talking about The Burrow, but it wasn’t there. Instead she had an almost wistful look in her eyes. “It looks wonderful. I can’t wait to see what it looks like tomorrow at the actual wedding when everything’s finished.” Harry felt shock run through him again. He hadn’t expected Pansy to be invited to the wedding, but he didn’t really know why. He supposed that he’d never really thought of Pansy and Hermione as friends, but simply as work colleagues. Though, when he thought back he realised that Hermione talked about Pansy a lot, and she’d often spent time with her after work; either finishing things off that they’d not gotten done during working hours, or simply going out for a glass of wine with her.

“I look forward to seeing you then.” Harry said after he’d recovered. “Do you want some help with those documents. You look like you’ve got your hands full.”

“No, I’ll be fine, thank you. This really isn’t that much compared to what I’m usually lugging around the office. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m sure my plus one is looking forward to seeing you too” She smiled at him and walked off to deliver the papers to Hermione, leaving Harry wondering who she was planning on bringing, and why said person would be so happy to see him. He couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or not.

Lunch was laid out in a similar way to breakfast, but instead of being served in the kitchen, it was laid out on tables outside. The tables were almost bowing under the weight of twenty different kinds of sandwiches, pork pies, sausage rolls, quiches, more cuts of cold meats, a huge salad that had been prepared fresh from the garden, dips, crisps, more fruit, cakes and biscuits. Arthur had also prepared a variety of different juices. While they were eating, Harry decided to speak to Dean and Seamus about their business. The idea that Ginny had planted in his head the day before had been growing, and he’d been thinking more and more about it. When he asked how they’d known how to run a business, they laughed.

“We had no idea how to set up or run a business and, truth be told, we’re still learning. We actually have a lot of help from Blaise. He’s what you call an ‘invisible’ partner. That means that he helps us run the business and does all the business-y side of things, but it’s still ours and it’s only our names that are associated with it. That’s what he does for a living: helps people like us that have something that we want to, and can, make a living out of and helps realise that dream. He has a few people who work with him now doing the same thing, but we were one of his first projects.” Harry listened to what Seamus was saying, realising that if he had help like they did, that perhaps he could make this idea that he had a reality.

“We can pass you his business address so you can owl him, if you like?” Dean asked, and Harry nodded.

“Yeah, that would be cool. I can always chat to him and see where it goes.” The other men nodded, and Dean wrote the address down for him. Harry folded it up and put in the pockets of his shorts, thanking them.

“You should do it, you know Harry.” Neville commented, biting into an egg and cress sandwich. He chewed and swallowed before adding “It would be good for you too. You could rent a place in London to work out of and live at Grimmauld. I’d be happy to work on the garden with you, and I’m sure these guys- “He gestured towards Dean and Seamus. “-Would be happy to help you fix it up, and you’d have loads of volunteers to help clean and decorate.” Dean and Seamus nodded in agreement and Harry couldn’t believe how much sense it all made. It was like the idea had always been inside him, but he needed Neville to say it for him to realise.

“Maybe after the wedding I’ll start thinking about it. I’ll go to the house to see how much work need doing.”

“One of us can come with you to make a list of any building work that might need doing.” Dean offered. They sat and chatted for a while longer, the idea taking root even more in Harry’s mind and becoming something that he though might actually be achievable.

The rest of the day saw Harry helping when and where he could and there was another buffet put out in the evening for all of the guests. All of the work that could be done that day had been done by then and everyone say around outside, talking and unwinding after the long day. Harry was reminded once again how lucky he was to have such an amazing adoptive family and group of friends. They’d all worked tirelessly throughout the day to make sure that Ron and Hermione’s wedding the day after would be perfect. He looked around at everyone laughing and nattering about anything and everything and felt like he well and truly belonged. He was safe and happy here, but he also couldn’t wait to see what came next. He was looking forward to the wedding the day after, he was looking forward to the birth of Bill and Fleur’s baby, he was looking forward to seeing what the tiny seed of an idea about the salon would grow into with his friends’ and family’s help.

“Hey Harry.” Ginny plopped down next to him, offering him a drink which he accepted.

“Hey Gin, how are you?” He gave them a quick side hug; he felt like he hadn’t seen them all day amidst the chaos.

“Good. A bit better than yesterday. I’m a little bit less worried about seeing Luna. I got a letter from her today.” Ginny passed the letter to Harry.

‘Ginny,

I’m so looking forward to seeing you at the wedding. I can’t wait to see your new hair! I bet Harry did a fabulous job on it. I must remember to ask him to trim mine when I see him. I think it’s a fantastic idea for him so set up his own salon. You’re always full of good ideas; always have been.

Percy can suck a branch if he thinks he’s going to upset you while I’m there. I’ll hex his balls off and make him wear them as earrings. Please don’t let jerks like that stop you from living authentically. You deserve to be happy and I will do anything and everything in my power to help you.

Sorry I couldn’t be there sooner, I love my job at The Quibbler but it’s so hard to be able to take time off. Tomas is taking over the fort tomorrow and the day after, but I had to be here to set everything up and make sure everything would run smoothly while I was away. I’m sure he’ll manage though, he’s a good lad.

Anyway, I’m sorry this letter is so short, but I have to get back to work. I’ll see you tomorrow!

Yours,

L x’

Harry finished reading the letter and Ginny sat almost nervously next to him as he did. He smiled.

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about, Gin. I can almost feel her feelings for you coming off this piece of paper. Ginny smiled.

“Are you sure? I’m just so scared it’s wishful thinking.” Harry nodded.

“There’s only one way to find out, right? And what’s a more romantic setting than a wedding?” Ginny groaned, pushing him.

“Oi! Don’t break the best man.” Charlie quipped as he walked over to them.

“Sorry, Charles.” Ginny retorted, earning a hair ruffle from the older Weasley. The three of them sat drinking and chatting for a while. Harry had never spent much time around Charlie when he was younger, but the more he got to know him, the more he realised what a down to earth, pleasant person he was. He showed Harry and Ginny his new tattoo. It was of an origami dragon that slowly folded its wings in and out. The lines were so precise that it amazed Harry, and Ginny asked where he’d had it done.

“A new shop opened up called Boot and Bones. Terry and Susan from Hogwarts while you were there opened it up and their work is fantastic.” Ginny looked like they were mentally taking note, and Harry suspected it wouldn’t be long before they got one too.

Evening rolled into night and the day’s hard work began taking its toll on people. One by one the group thinned out as they returned to their huts or to the house to get some sleep before the next day. Harry decided to take a shower before going to bed to wash the day off himself. On the way into the house he saw Hermione and he remembered the words that Pansy had said.

“Hey, who’s Pansy bringing tomorrow?” He asked, trying to sound as innocent as he could.

“You’ll see tomorrow, but when you do, please behave yourself. She asked me and Ron first and we agreed that it was alright. Please bear that in mind.” Hermione’s words made Harry even more curious, but he dropped the subject. He gave Hermione a gigantic hug and told her that he loved her and that he would see her in the morning before making his way to the bathroom to shower. The water felt good on his skin; cool and refreshing. He melted into his bed as soon as he got in it. Molly had changed his sheets and it was one feeling he would never get tired of. He thought about living on his own and knew that he’d miss all of the creature comforts that he got to experience living with the Weasleys. He knew that he would find it hard at first not having them around; he’d never lived on his own before. He drifted off to sleep thinking about Gimmauld and how he could decorate it to make it look more like it belonged to him, and what he would ask Neville to do with the garden, and what his Salon might look like, if he got round to putting his plan into action. Blaise’s address laid folded up on his desk.

#drarry #harry x draco #drarry fanfic #bi harry potter #gay draco malfoy #non binary ginny #pan ginny #trans luna #aromantic asexual charlie #black hermione granger

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migleefulmoments · 5 years

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Reality Check on TSG and Darren: Dissecting the Lies the ccers repeat.

The obsession with Mia and TSG returned as soon as Elsie was over- just as predicted. I find it so odd that a handful of women with NO intention of ever stepping foot in TSG have such an obsession with keeping tabs on negative Yelp reviews. How often they must check Yelp in order to catch every one. hot of the press so they can blast it and rage over the problems. But even more curious is that they never actually vet the reviewers themselves for their validity. Several of the negative reviews the fandom delighted over were clearly written by people who have never been to the bar and were influenced by Abby’s theories including the one who complained about the vaginas dripping on the bar and the one who complained about Open Dyke Night and then admitted she was underage and half a world away.

Here is TSG overall score:

With 118 review they are at 4.5 stars so these 1-star reviews are not the norm. Most review look something like this

or this

Now let’s look at this recent lot that Cassie decided to bring to ccers’ attention.

cassie1022

(Well Megan, it depends on what night you were there. They close at 1 am on Tuesday and Wednesday).

(If the door people are turning people away an hour before closing, Mia needs to know and the Yelp review will be helpful But since the vast majority of the 118 reviews are very positive, this clearly isn’t a problem that occurs often).

(This is the one that gets Abby’s fired up about. I have no clue it it is true or if it this policy is posted anywhere. I will give them this one because I can’t check anywhere. 20% does seem a bit high for a bartender tip since they aren’t waiting on a table...anyone?)

(Melinda, Melinda Melinda...I’m going to guess that by her comment that she is not 21. She gave the place 1-star because the bartender carded her. Basically that is it. She gave them a horrible review and ranted because there were frumpy old lady tourists in the bar, she insulted the drink taste and the price even thought it sounds like she wasn’t served and the bartender thought she looked young. I’m sorry but this smells wrong. But even more telling is the comment “If I am willing to buy your mediocre $20 glasses of urine then you bet I am old enough”. Notice she never says she is 21, she simply spits that she is willing to pay the price for the horrible drink and that qualifies her.

Check out her Yelp page- she went to LONO after TSG and complained about TSG on that LONO’s review. “BEST BAR OF THE EVENING! I came here after fleeing the depressing depths of Tramp Stamp Granny's in search of refuge. The bartender with the long red beard was incredibly nice! He was kind, considerate, and extremely welcoming. The drinks were superbly delicious!!!!! Everyone should come here” I get the vibe she didn’t get served at TSG (Keep reading, there is another hint about her age at the bottom of this section)

Back home in NY she gave Trader Joe 1-Star claiming she found a worm in her smoked salmon. That seems suspect since the salmon was smoked. She gave her local ice cream place 1-star and this charming review “There was a long, black hair rolled up into my ice cream, the plate that my "sweet treat" was made on was covered in ice and the remnants of previous orders, and the employees appeared to be quite overworked. When I want ice cream, I don't want an accompanying side of pity for the workers and disdain for the tedious, migraine-inducing procedure to make a mediocre ice cream. Also, the store was sweltering and I broke out into a beading sweat while waiting in the purgatory-like line.” The only places Melinda likes are a hot dog place and a pizza joint. The pizza joint got 5-stars “By far the best pizzeria ever; my existence would be trash without Emilio's. Oozy, gooey goodness that tastes like ambrosia regardless of the toppings. While the employees are lacking in the common customer service charm that we are force fed as a society, they have a higher level of pizza IQ than the rest of us average mortals. I guess that's what happens when you spend your days cultivating the food of the gods.”. But my favorite review of all is for 5-star review for her favorite hot dog place “Very delicious, savory hot dogs. The location is prime with it being directly behind the high school, however, the large line every single day can get a bit tedious. If only they would expand and open an extra window.” Now why would an adult care that it is located near the high school? It would seem that the person who calls the location “prime with it being directly behind the high school” but also notes that it the line is large every single day is a high school student. Of course she could be a teacher who eats hot dogs everyday and is between the ages of 22 and 30 (any older and she would not be that upset that the bartender thought she looked young) but her comments reek of teenager.)

(I have no clue what David’s issue is. Is this a viable complaint to leave on Yelp? It sounds like David has a personal issue with the guy working the door.)

Now the ccers chime in:

ajw720 While all of these are bad, how are they getting away with unitemized bills that include gratuity with no policy plainly in site? I totally understand charging gratuity and have absolutely no issue with it, but it needs to be clearly stated, because if it is not, that is tricking customers into tipping twice. Disgusting.

Can we please separate d from this horrific establishment? Not only is it utterly misogynist and offensive in nature, with theme nights where the name is considered hate speech, it is repeatedly cited as poorly run. First a 5% upcharge on ice and now we learn they charge gratuity automatically on bills of $80 or more without clearly stating the policy. That should be written on the bill handed to the customer. Unacceptable.

(Can we please separate d from this horrific establishment? No, Darren is married to the owner and considers himself an owner. What did he say the other day? “It’s my bar too because we are a unit” or something like that.

Not only is it utterly misogynist: TSG is NOT misogynistic. You dont understand the word .

and offensive in nature: TSG is NOT “offensive in nature” to most grown adults. You can find it offensive but you do not get to dictate what the rest of the world finds offensive. Your attitude is no different from the Christians who claim they won’t serve LGBTQ customers because it is against their religious beliefs in that you are both putting your morals, values and beliefs on someone else and declaring that it is offensive to all of us. If you find it offensives then don’t give them your business. Period

with theme nights where the name is considered hate speech: The theme-night names that you find so offensive and are labeling “hate speech”, are in fact words the LGBTQ is using to empower their community. “Open Dyke Night” was named- and is hosted by- a lesbian who uses the word to empower lesbians. These theme nights you find so offensive are NOT for you. They are nights for the LGBTQ community to come to a space that is safe and enjoy the company of others in the community just like them hence Open Dyke Night is for lesbian women to come together with other lesbian women and enjoy a night of singing and celebration.

it is repeatedly cited as poorly run.. : It is NOT “repeatedly cited as poorly run” by anyone who isn't named Abby, Cassie, Leka, and Flowers. The bar has 4.5 stars overall and a lot of 5-star reviews. This is exactly what NadiaCreek was talking about when she said “You are denying a reality that is obvious and that gets more and more evidence with every passing day. You are tricking yourself into seeing patterns that are not there, by obsessing over small details and ignoring a mound of evidence for the opposite, true conclusion. That kind of thing can and will pour over into areas of your life that do matter. Denying reality in any area of the world is a dangerous game that can and will impact the rest of your life”. THIS is so important.

First a 5% upcharge on ice and now we learn they charge gratuity automatically on bills of $80 or more without clearly stating the policy. That should be written on the bill handed to the customer: A 5% up-charge on ice was mentioned by one person. I wouldn't be referencing that based on one person’s random comment. The 20% gratuity is again only one person complaining so I wouldn’t sink my teeth in to this one until you know a lot more)

klaineownsmysoul

When you have a “venue operator” masquerading as an owner who knows nothing about how a business should be run and obviously couldn’t care less, what do you expect? They couldn’t be bothered fixing the air conditioning last summer and laughed it off as a joke. Pretty sure at this point its obvious this wasn’t some sort of “life long dream” of hers to own a bar like they’ve pushed; more like a dream to have a place where she can drink for free and have her pic taken while people kiss her ass and call her wonderful. There is not an ounce of D in that place. His shoelaces have more integrity than this place.

(You have no clue what the business end of TSG is and comments like how she is “masquerading as owner” are so obtuse and stupid they defy logic. She is the owner and the bar is busy. But it doesn’t matter if it is failing and barely hanging on- it isn’t any of your business-that’ss between Mia, Darren and Danny and their landlord and vendors. It’s really sad and disgusting that you want Darren’s bar to fail. CCers want to be taken seriously -Abby constantly complains that the stans won’t listen to the various cc tropes -and yet you make nonsense statements like this...this is one big reason why you aren’t taken seriously. You WANT Mia to fail and you WANT TSG to go away but that is not the same thing as it actually failing or Mia being a clueless boss. In fact, her employees have said very nice complimentary things about her being a fabulous boss and they are far more credible evaluators than the cc fans who have never been to the bar and simply believe Abby’s fantasy tropes about the bar and Mia failing. You have no idea if she cares or doesn’t care and again, it isn’t any of your business. It’s her business to drive into the ground or make it a roaring success. Darren’s fans don’t get a say in the matter other than to either be a customer and pay for drinks or don’t give them your business.

Patrons continue to go to the bar and I have not seen complaints about the lack of A/C except on opening night. It is just as much Darren’s bar as Mia’s- so you believe Darren didn’t care about the A/C and laughed it off as a joke? When? Or is it that A/C was out a few days over a year ago and you are still using that as fuel for your rage about a bar that you have nothing to do with?

“Pretty sure at this point its obvious this wasn’t some sort of “life long dream” of hers to own a bar like they’ve pushed; more like a dream to have a place where she can drink for free and have her pic taken while people kiss her ass and call her wonderful” Again comments like these are why you aren’t taken seriously. Mia owns the bar. Whether you like it or not, she owns the bar. You simply don’t like that she isn’t the bar manager-she pays people to do that. The owner is the one who hires and trains staff, makes decisions about the menu and what alcohol will be offered, writes the policies and procedures, plans the calendar and makes payroll. She pays other people to run the bar day-to-day and that pisses you all off because you can’t see her at the bar and criticize every moment that is uploaded to social media. What she does is all behind the scenes and not Instagramable. But it doesn’t mean she isn’t working. There is a thing now called the internet and it makes doing a lot of the work of running a bar doable from a wide varsity of locals. .

Your comment that “there is not an ounce of D in that place” leaves me shaking my head. When you guys say things like this it just proves that you don’t know anything about Darren. You spend your time looking for Blaine and you're right- the bar has nothing to do with Blaine but it has Darren written all over it. The cc fandom spends all of their time and effort looking for the Darren they want to see and it’s a lot of work. You have to reject a lot of what you see and blame it on his team for making him be the bro’ dude that you can’t stand. You have to find videos and look at them frame by frame to find the moments you believe are the ‘real’ Darren aka the one you want to see. You have to cut out those precious few seconds, slow them down, and turn them into gifs and THERE...THERE IS the Darren you know and love. But while you are doing all that work you are missing the real Darren. The one who is right there in front of your face but you don’t like because he isn’t Blaine. Darren’s footprint is all over the bar- from the elegant debauchery of the decor to the sexual puns on the signs and the drink names that IS Darren Criss. The piano at the center of the room-Darren’s piano- that he uses to connect with people through music and the fact that it is a piano bar that plays covers is all Darren. Mia plays very different music when she performs and yet the bar is literally based on what Darren does best- play the piano and sing covers while those around him join in. The place is ALL Darren-you just don’t like the real Darren.)

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You know so many things were attempted to try to make M look like a career woman, with a viable business, shared interests with D and not a beard without taste or work ethic.

I think the bar will likely last as long as the fake marriage as M isn’t interested in it when D isn’t there to hang off and when you consider when it opened and how the encage went down.

M hung around bands when she was younger due to her fathers businesses. She likes being around famous, talented people. The bar gives her the opportunity and venue to continue her groupie inclinations.

I’m absolutely glad that D has been too busy recently to be there.

The most influence he may of had was with the whiskey choice.

(I don’t know why it’s so hard for you all to understand that Mia had several jobs and now she is owns a bar. The fact that you feel entitled to criticize her for her career decisions and make comments about her taste level is pure misogyny. Darren has also had lots of jobs and you don’t criticize him and the punny sex jokes are all Darren and yet you attribute them to Mia- that’s misogyny. Mia didn’t write Me and My Dick, Darren did, he loves the puns. As for shared interests...he married her. Their shared interest is the family and the life they are building together.

How long the bar is open is yet to be determined but given that your record for predictions regarding Darren and Mia is abysmal, I’m not going to sweat it. The idea that Mia “hung out with bands” as a kid and the piano bar gives her the opportunity to hang out with famous people-I just can’t. She hangs out with far more “famous people” and musicians just going to events with her husband then she ever will at Darren’s piano bar.

Her “groupie inclinations” WTF is a “groupie inclination”? I don’t even know what to say to that because I have no clue what a groupie inclination is. It’s really sad that you are so happy that Darren isn’t connecting to people though music since that means so much to him. He recently was asked if he had a need to be on stage and he said no, he has never had that need but what he does "NEED” is to connect to people though music and he also has said that playing the piano while people sing along gives him that connection. I shouldn’t be surprised that you are gleeful that Darren hasn’t had time to spend at the bar he created in honor of his beloved Marie’s Crisis, your fan-girling over Darren has never been about Darren, it’s always been about you).

leka-1998 Too bad you can’t actually call forgetting about that place most of the time and drinking the money they force people to spend a career. She’d be truly successful. It’s really her bar and D’s just the piano man, right? So if that could stop too, that would be nice.

(You really need to stop slandering Mia, she doesn’t drink anymore than Darren. You never call out Darren’s drinking but then again, it’s just your misogyny speaking-it always comes. The bar is Mia and Darren’s. When he says he’s just the piano man, he is just taking the attention from himself and giving it to her. Darren does this a lot with people he cares about. But he has been very clear that the bar is his and Mia’s. I know words are hard for you guys, you get so caught up in the meaning of the word that you fail to hear the message. Anyone paying even a little attention t Tramp Stamp Granny’s would realize that is Darren’s bar through and through. Someday maybe you can all stop looking for the Darren you like, stop obsessing about what this word means or that word, stop slowing down videos and clipping the out the 3 seconds you like and instead you can just listen to the Darren that is right there in front of you and HEAR what he has to say. It will be revolutionary. Listening to other people without assumptions is the very least you can do..literally it is the least).

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My Weekend At The Park Hyatt Aviara For The Kia Classic

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author-nim can i request a fic where youngjae is "evil" and just uses jaebeom for showing off and sex but jaebeom is blind with it because he loves youngjae hehehehe

WHY do you want me to be mean to Jabum??

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„Honey!“ Jaebum startles out of his half-sleepfeeling disoriented. “Hum?” He makes. There’s a warm hand onhis chest and smelly breath in his face. He blinks his eyes open, butit’s completely dark. “Honey, you awake?” He hears a whisperand hums. The rough bare sole of a foot rubs against hi shin, nudgingbetween his legs. It takes him a moment. “Youngjae?” He mumbles,sleep ridden. A kiss to his cheek, his jaw and the corner of hismouth.

“… what timeis it?” He croaks, while Youngjae’s soft body and enticing warmthslips over him and all around him and lures him awake slowly butsurely. “Dunno.” Youngjae giggles softly, peppering wet smoochesto his face and neck. Jaebum sighs. “You drunk?” He asks,slipping a hand over Youngjae’s on his own chest where he’s takento rubbing his nipples through his shirt. “’m wasted.”Youngjae cheers proudly. His tongue flicks out to lick at Jaebum’slips. “’n I miss’ my seck…sy kitt’n.”

Jaebum heavesanother sigh. “Youngjae.” He scolds but without any firmness. “Ididn’t give you my apartment key so you can crawl into my bed inthe middle of the night when you’re shitfaced and horny.”Youngjae grumbles and shoves his leg up that was lodged soaffectionately between his all the way until his knees presses rightinto his crotch. “Not?” He asks, feigning innocence. “Butthat’s the best thing about having your key.”

Jaebum groans,wraps his arms around Youngjae and rolls them over. “You missedme?” He questions into his neck, mouthing at the skin. Youngjaegiggles gleefully. “Sooo much.” He blabbers. Jaebum can taste thealcohol on his tongue when they kiss. It’s gross. His skin tastesof sweat and smoke, he doesn’t really want to know what shady,fucked up place Youngjae hung out at with his trashy friends.

But he’spliant. Jaebum knows he won’t get to rest until Youngjae has hadwhat he wants. And he knows how to get it, how to get anything fromJaebum. He drapes back into the sheets, his thighs fall open withease, his back arches in pleasure. His lips part glistening wet, hemoans messy encouragement, whines his name, over and over and over.Jaebum’s heart swells with affection and possessiveness while hemarks the pale skin with lovebites and bruises. Youngjae begs. Hepleads for touches, for kisses, pleads to be taken and ravished.Jaebum delivers.

It’s heated andpassionate. Once Jaebum starts he can never stop, lust taking controlof his actions until he’s barely himself anymore. Until it’sover. Then he falls into the sheets, dead tired. When he got rid ofthe used condom and picked up a tissue to clean the cum stains ofYoungjae’s belly, the other is already fast asleep, snoringobnoxiously how he tends to do when he’s drunk. Jaebum does hisbest to ignore the noises and the smell as he wraps him in a hug andsnuggles close.

Jaebum is awalking corpse the next morning. He doesn’t even know how long heslept afterwards, but he certainly feels like it was just a minute.He takes a really hot shower, because taking cold showers is a dumbcliché and doesn’t help anyone. He doesn’t bother to be quietwhen getting dressed for work, because Youngjae slumbers peacefullyand it would need at least a tornado to wake his wasted ass. He doeshowever press as soft kiss onto his open mouth before he leaves.

“Are you okaysweetheart?” He texts Youngjae from work, but doesn’t receive ananswer until about noon. “Hyung, where’re your aspirin?” Jaebumrolls his eyes. Maybe where they’ve always been? “Left door ofthe bathroom cabinet, babe. Headache?” There’s no answer andJaebum puts his phone away.

When he has timeto check again later that afternoon he finds one more text. “You’reout of cereals.” He sighs. That boy…

“Your ass looksforbidden in those slacks.” Youngjae hushes as he comes up behindhim grabbing his waist. “Just my ass?” Jaebum pulls a face at himthrough the mirror where he peeks over his shoulder. He reachesaround him to adjust his tie. “All of you.” He reassures.“Perfect 10.” Jaebum can’t help the way his face lights up.“The girls gonna be so jealous.” Youngjae murmurs and pecks thespot behind his ear that makes him tingly.

Jaebum sighs.“We’re not overdressed?” He asks and watches his head shakevividly. “Nooo, it’s a fancy dinner.” To be fair, they could begoing to a wedding, or an award ceremony, both suited up head to toe,though it’s just Youngjae’s class reunion. “Come on, Sex god,we’re late.” Youngjae spanks him playfully on the butt and turnsto leave. Jaebum rolls his eyes. “It was you who needed an extra 20minutes to redo his hair.” He complains. “Well I need to live upto you don’t I?” He admits unabashed while he slips into hisdress shoes and snatches the car keys off the shelf.

Jaebum frowns.“Aren’t we gonna take a taxi?” He’s tired of staying soberwhile Youngjae drinks. He’s met with a surprised glance. “Why?When you have a perfectly working new car?” Jaebum shuffles alittle. He’s not fond of the idea of having to hang aroundYoungjae’s old friends where doesn’t know anybody and will likelyget bored and then he can’t even drink some wine. “Come one,hun.” Youngjae cheers and grabs for his arm pulling him out thedoor. “Next time I’ll drive. Promise.”

It’s not asbad. One of Youngjae’s peers from his college music club seems tohave really made it. They drive up to a big mansion with a fancy carin the driveway and Jaebum is relieved that he won’t stand out likea sore thumb in his three piece suit. What isembarrassing is how Youngjae flaunts around with Jaebum hanging athis arm while they greet everyone. Or rather Youngjae greets themwith beaming eyes and he just nods his head and says “Hello, niceto meet you.” About a thousand times when Youngjae introduces him.

Jaebum is not afan of upper class mannerisms, but he bites through it because itmakes Youngjae happy. And he looks gorgeous when he’s happy and itis a lot better than him ending up under the filthy tables of Seoul’smost dodgy back-street pubs. The girlsare jealous. Jaebum can hear themwhisper to Youngjae, who answers them a lot less secretive. “I knowright. He’s to die for. I must have been a saint in my previouslife.” Cue Jaebum turning away so they can’t see them blush andhe busies himself with the buffet full of fancy starters and snacks.

There’s achuckle by his side and he looks up instinctively. The handsome manwith the boyish grin and creasing eyes looks familiar. They probablyhave been introduced but Jaebum doesn’t remember a single name.“Yes?” He asks, startled. The guy smirks. “Man, Youngjae isreally head over heels for you, isn’t he?” Flushing furiously,Jaebum opts to stuff his mouth with some miniature salmon wraps, sohe doesn’t have to answer. “It’s kind of funny.” Jaebumfrowns on top of his hamster cheeks. “Hm?” He makes betweenchewing.

“Well…” Theguy explains, letting his gaze wander in the direction where Youngjaeis probably still boasting to his former female classmates.“Shouldn’t it be you prancing around your colleagues and friendspriding yourself with your young, handsome sugar baby and not theother way around?” Jaebum almost chokes. A piece of bread goes downthe wrong way and he begins coughing like crazy, almost spitting fishall over the table. The other man pats him harshly on the back,apologizing profoundly. “Sugar baby?” Jaebum croaks after awhile, still attempting to breathe properly. “Gosh, sorry.” Heraises is hands in apology. “I thought that was the thing with youguys.” Jaebum wipes his mouth with a napkin. “We’reboyfriends.” He hisses. It would be an understatement to say thatthe guy looks disbelieving. “Sure.” He mutters. “And Youngjaeis not unemployed either, right.” Jaebum shoots daggers at him.“No, he isn’t.” He states with finality and stalks away,leaving the dumbfounded man behind.

“Why didJinyoung-Hyung try to kill you?” Youngjae asks sweetly, ordering afew strays of hair on his forehead. Jaebum shrugs. “Nothing.”Youngjae leaves it at that.

Youngjae does getdrunk, but at least not wasted. They leave when he doesn’t stopfondling Jaebum’s butt anymore and eventually attempts to pull himinto a bathroom for a quickie. Jaebum decides that it’s time to gethim home, where Youngjae doesn’t waste any more time tearing thosedamn slacks off of him. “You were so good.” He praises, havingJaebum’s naked body shudder underneath him. “Made me so proud.”He squirms and whines under the praise and exploiting hands.

Youngjae goessavage. He takes him twice that night after teasing him for what feltlike hours. Jaebum his butter in his grasp, he burns up from theinside until he’s a pile of ashes, limp and defenseless and hethinks it’s worth it; the prancing and the glitter if this is hisreward. They’re at it till the early morning hours, when the birdsstart to chirp and in the first rays of sunlight they finally fallasleep.

“Youngjae-ah.”Jaebum says carefully when they’re having a late breakfast andfiddles with his empty mug. “Huh?” Youngjae briefly glances upfrom his phone while he shovels egg into his mouth. “I know we’vetalked about this before.” Jaebum calmly explains. “But…” Heswallows. “Can I ask you again to finally move in with me?” “Notthat again, please.” Youngjae huffs dismissively. “Can’t I evenhave my breakfast in peace?” Something cold settles in Jaebum’schest. “Youngjae?” He pleads.

Without lookingat him Youngjae puts his phone face down on the table, staringblankly ahead. He finishes chewing slowly and swallows. “You saidit yourself.” He states in that neutral voice of his that Jaebumhates because he can’t tell where it’s leading. “We’ve talkedabout this before and I’ve explained it to you before. I need myfreedom.” He blinks and suddenly they’re looking at each other.“I know.” Jaebum sighs hastily. “I know that, darling, but… Ihave to keep asking you. Until you change your mind.” Youngjae’sgaze is piercing. “Why should I change my mind. I don’t likebeing suffocated in a relationship. You know that. Why do you keeppressuring me?”

There it is.Jaebum thought maybe he would get angry, maybe annoyed. But his toneslips off into the territory of hurt that he doesn’t bare well.“I’m sorry.” He mumbles. “I just… This.” He gesturesaround the kitchen, the comfy meal. “We could have this always.”

“I don’t…”Youngjae breaks off and takes a shaky breath. “Look, I know, okay?Don’t think I know that… I’m far from perfect. I am not goodenough for you. Can you please not… shove it in my face all thetime?” Jaebum’s jaw tenses. “That’s not what I…”Youngjae’s eyes flash darkly. “Oh yes it is.” He cuts him offwith a hiss, then he blinks rapidly. “I just can’t, okay? I’msorry that I am this burden on you, but I can’t. I need space,Hyung! I can’t help it. I wish I could give you all that youdeserve, but I…” And there is the sniffle. “I don’t know whatto do either… Please just… please don’t ask me all the time. Ithurts.” A thick round tear falls from his eye and rolls down hischeek.

Jaebum is by hisside in an instant. He slides to his knees by his chair and presseshis head into his side. “I’m sorry.” He whispers, rubbing histhigh with his palm. Youngjae sobs. “I don’t want to lose you,but… if we can’t… if we don’t fit, I…” Jaebum shusheshim. “Shut up.” He says. “You’re not losing me… I’m sorryI asked, I’m sorry love.”

Youngjae criesand sniffs for a little longer. Then he finishes his cold eggs andgoes home. Jaebum huddles on the sofa alone. He wishes they couldspend their lazy Sundays snuggled together, but Youngjae is has theright to keep his independence. Jaebum is too patronizing sometimes.And it’s probably better for both of them.

“Darling, Ineed to cancel our dinner date.” Jaebum types down into his phone,curled up in his blanket and surrounded by used tissues. He adds asad emoji for good measure. And a few more. The answer doesn’t takelong. “What??!” Plus angry emoji. Jaebum’s heart sinks. “I’msorry, baby.” He writes back. “I’m sick, I can’t go.”

Youngjae whines.At least Jaebum assumes he does. “But you promised!!!” comes backwith way too many exclamation marks. He doesn’t have time to answerbefore the next message pops in. “You said you were gonna take meto that new place! That fancy one with the glass ceiling.” He saidthat. “I’m sorry. We will. I’ll take you there another time. Ipromise.” Sick of typing he tries to call Youngjae instead, butgets rejected.

“Don’tbother.” Youngjae writes. “I don’t give a crap about yourpromises.” It makes him angry. A little. “Babe, I will take youthere. Just not tonight.” He takes a break to blow his nose. “Butyou can come over and we’ll order from that Sushi place and watchNetflix. How about?” It takes quite some time for Youngjae toanswer.

“So I’llcatch your germs? No thank you. Just so you know, I had my hair doneand I bought a new outfit, too. I was really excited to go. I evengot waxed.” Jaebum’s heart aches. He doesn’t want to disappointhim, but he really doesn’t feel like he can leave the house.“Please don’t be upset. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”All he receives is a “Whatever.” He buries his face in hisblanket and screams. He breathes deeply. Some graveling won’t hurt,right?

“I do miss youterribly.” He sends. “I wish I was with you right now. Are yousure you don’t want to come over and watch a movie? Pretty please?”This times it takes even longer for Youngjae to respond. “I gotdolled up to go out and I will.” He responds finally. “If youdon’t want to take me out, just tell me. If all I’m worth to youis sitting on your lame ass sofa watching Jurassic Park the millionthtime. Fine. I’ll go out with Jackson. Don’t come at me with yourshit excuses just because you think you’re spending too much moneyon me. I won’t ask anymore. Sorry for wanting to spend quality timewith you.”

Torn betweenbeing furious and heartbroken Jaebum starts typing, which is hardbecause the keyboard blurs before his eyes. He hasn’t finished evenone sentence when Youngjae already sends a new. “Don’t text meanymore. I’m out.”

Jaebum hurls hisphone away. It bounces off the armchair and clatters to the ground.It’s alright, he tells himself, when he orders food and picks out amovie. It’s just Youngjae being Youngjae. He’s a bitch sometimes.Easily upset, but it never lasts. Tomorrow he’ll be fine again.Maybe even tonight if he gets drunk. This has happened plenty before.They’ve been dating for ages, he knows Youngjae. It’s fine.Jaebum is fine. Except that he feels lonely and that he really misseshis boyfriend.

Two movies laterhe stares at his phone that didn’t get a scratch from the throw. Hewonders if Youngjae is drunk enough that he can shoot him a textwithout upsetting him further. He just wants to know if he’s okay.He’s out with Jackson isn’t he? Jackson is Youngjae’s roommate.At first Jaebum didn’t really like him living with another man, butJackson turned out to be incredibly sweet and loyal and mostdefinitely not a threat in any way. Jackson will take good care ofhim.

He opts to textJackson instead. They’ve never actually corresponded and Jaebumonly met him once, so he has to search for his number. “HeyJackson.” He ponders and decides to add his name in case he doesn’thave his number saved. “This is Jaebum. Can I ask you if Youngjaeis alright? We’ve had a quarrel.”

It doesn’t takelong for his phone to light up. The first message is just a “???”He doesn’t know what to make of it. “I don’t know, bro? He’snot home.” Jaebum’s skin crawls. “Uhm, he said he’d go outwith you because I canceled our date…” He types as fast as he canand waits anxiously. “Negative.” Jackson replies. “He said he’sout with his boyfriend, we never made plans.” Jaebum shuffles. “ButI canceled in the afternoon already. Didn’t he say anything afterthat?” His heart is thumping in his chest.

“Dunno man.”Jackson answers, but he’s a kind soul. “Give me a minute. I’llcheck in for you.” The next couple of minutes are torturous whilehe anxiously waits for an answer, checking the screen every fewseconds. Finallya message pops up. “I asked him if he’s gonna be home tonight. Hesent this.”

Maybe Jaebum ishallucinating. Maybe he’s having a fever dream from the flu. Hestares at the picture that Jackson forwarded. Youngjae took a selfie,arm stretched all the way over his head, looking up with a wink andhis tongue out. On a bed. The photo frame just so captures the lowerhalf of his body. And a second body. The lower back of it to beprecise. And Youngjae’s cock buried to the hilt in their ass.

Jaebum pressesthe trash can icon without a second thought. His breathing and heartbeat calm down to a resting state. It’s not. There’s anexplanation. There’s a reason. He gently sets his phone aside andgrabs one of the pizza rolls to take a bite. It’s fine. It’ll befine. Tomorrow everything will be okay. Youngjae won’t be upsetanymore, like always. They’ve been dating forever, they know eachother well. They’ll be fine and Jaebum will take him to that fancyrestaurant next week.

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I took it very literal in case you missed that. But still tried to keep it subtle? Idk.

#got7 #2jae #got7 fic #youngjae #jaebum #request

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