#( and the ones that went on the stall menu are the ones that were least gasp-inducing )

[clochanamarch]

aisling and the squad attend pride every year, particularly now that stanley and richard have arranged a float for the diner as an LGBTQ+ owned business. however, this year they also set up a food stall in central park, serving (among other things) rainbow macarons, roasted pork rolls (wyll places them in a rainbow napkin) and assorted mocktails with "gay names" that laszlo came up with (e.g. pina co-lad-a, gay sex on the beach, and other ones that he's very proud of very unnecessarily)

[straynstay]

Bang Chan - Hybrid AU! (part II)

part I

large slicing canine teeth

yellowish eyes

his angry voice commanding you to run

that was what filled your mind every night when you closed your eyes and drifted off to dreamland

him

your mind was overflowing with the fading memories of him and it consumed you fervently every waking time you tried to make sense of his blurry face

you wish your photographic memory didn’t suck so bad

he was vanishing, day by day, and you were going crazy

you have to see him again

you set your mind in this new quest of figuring out who the hell was that crazy hybrid that saved your even crazier self that went out alone at night

thankfully, your job was remote, so every day after your shift ended you dived deep into google pages trying to find some answers

you spent your waking hours researching about canine hybrids, absorbing any and all content about it

you found that dog hybrids were the most common types and had dark brown eyes and fur of the same color as ordinary dogs, especially the breeds they descend from

wolf hybrids had blue eyes and usually mixed-colored fur with brown, grayish and yellow, but depending on the rarity of the specimen they could have solid-colored fur too 

also, only well-off people are able to maintain wolf hybrids due to their demanding care and appetite, so it wouldn’t be likely to see a wolf hybrid on the streets by himself

and last, but not least, the dire wolf hybrids, long extinct, that were said to have yellow eyes, dark gray and white fur and were very much different from the wolf ones

while wolf hybrids tend to eat only meat, the dire wolf appetite is broader, so they consumed everything, just like a human, but in larger quantities

scientist believed that dire wolf hybrids would gather in packs, just like the wolves

but they soon discovered that, due to their unstable genes, they could not be close to one another without a fight, specially males, so they had to live in solitude

and one incident leading to the other only confirmed that those hybrids were too dangerous to be let loose in society

so they canceled the project and dire wolf hybrids only became whispers of a long-forgotten time in history books

that was not the case anymore

you met one dire wolf hybrid, you are sure of what you saw

and you know that you won’t rest until you find him again

so after exhausting your google sources you decided to roam around town

you couldn’t ask people in town if they had seen, by any chance, a dire wolf hybrid

you had to work more on the sly side

you started hanging out more after work hours, just passing by the stores and seeing if you somehow would spot him inside

maybe he lives nearby?

it’s been over two weeks now since your first encounter, but nothing yet

you were feeling hopeless, you couldn’t believe that your search for your savior was becoming fruitless

that was until you heard people talking around about a well-known cafe

it was located on the outskirts of town and they had some pets up for adoption

if they had regular pets, they might know one thing or two about hybrids, right?

it was your best shot at the moment, so you decided to pay it a visit on a Saturday morning

-♡- ♡- ♡- ♡-

since you were new in the city, you didn’t know how to get there, so you had to ask for directions and got a little bit lost, but you finally reached the place

the cafe was quite cute, the animals had a special place for them to eat and rest, but most of the time they would hang around with the customers

they had all sorts of pets available, and even though they were all really adorable, that was not your focus today

you ordered a cat-themed hot cocoa and a bunny bun just to mingle and have a seat

looking around and observing the staff, you quickly noticed the manager

maybe you could talk with him and ask if he knows something about hybrid adoption

and maybe you could take your research a little bit further

you were able to stall your departure by playing with the pets, reading the menu over and over again, until you saw an opportunity to strike a conversation with the manager

he was extremely friendly and after a short small talk, you got straight to the point

“do you have different pets? asides from dogs and cats”

“yeah, we’ve got ferrets, bunnies, foxes, and even a quokka, he’s really cute” the manager smiled “Chan takes care of all of them”

“but like… do you have more exotic pets, maybe?”

“what are you trying to say, sorry I can’t quite follow” he let out an awkward chuckle

“i’m wondering if you know about a place for hybrid adoption” you almost whispered

“oh, no… sorry, but we don’t deal with hybrids as pets. You’re new around here, aren’t you?” you nodded “yeah, I figured”

he grabbed a mug to dry with a cloth

“you see, this area is known for hybrid equality, we are not like other places that sell or trade hybrids as human companions” 

he placed the now dry mug on the rack and grabbed another one, still talking

“I mean, they are like companions to us, but not like pets, if you know what I mean. More like one of us, but better enhanced by science”

you both laughed and you were happy to know that hybrids were treated properly here

“you don’t seem the type to look for a hybrid to own” he commented

“and I’m not, I’m totally against it, but I was actually searching for a hybrid… long story short, I owe him big time and I was trying to make up to him somehow, but I guess I’ll never find him again”

“well, that’s bad, sorry to hear about it, but don’t lose faith, this is not a huge area, maybe your paths will cross again one day”

“I truly hope so” you sighed

“but if you’re interested in regular pets, I can have you take a look at the ones available for adoption” the manager wiggled an eyebrow and you smiled

“yeah, maybe another time, I’m still setting in”

“no problem, feel free to come by whenever you want”

“thanks, and thanks for the help”

you were returning to grab your belongings at the table when a white cat zoomed in your direction

trying to quickly move out of the way of the animal, you ran to your left, hitting a hard surface

“gosh…” you sighed due to the fright and noticed that you were feeling fingers grabbing your arm

you looked up and saw blonde hair, then blue eyes that bulged when looking at your face

the hand swiftly left your body and the guy stepped back

you were looking for him for what it seemed like endless days

but damn, you weren’t expecting to meet him like this

who would have thought that he was working as a staff member of the famous pet cafe?!

you wouldn’t, otherwise it would be your first place to go to

“excuse me” he said dipping his head when he noticed you deeply staring at his blue eyes

no, that’s wrong

you were sure they were brown that night, and they changed to yellow very briefly

he let out an annoyed huff and you realized you were right in front the of the passage to the animals area

and you were probably stopping him from doing his work

“sorry, sorry” you moved to the side and he walked by without even acknowledging you anymore

your eyes followed his back until he disappeared back into the animals compound

it’s him

you’ve never been more certain in your life

you’ve finally found him

-♡- ♡- ♡- ♡-

obviously, you became a regular at the cafe, most of the times even going there to work all day

the manager sometimes jokes that he will either hire you as staff or let you take his place so he can go on vacation

you laugh and play along, but the main reason for you being there is Chan

you learned his name after your first encounter, and you realized that the manager had already told you about him but you didn’t even noticed

you still haven’t been able to properly talk to him because he ignores you every single day, but you won’t give up

sometimes you buy him food, and even though he tries hiding it, you know he eats them all 

it has happened more than once, he disappears into the compound for a while and then comes back with the corner of his lips dirty with chocolate or powdered sugar, and you only smile

other times you ignore him too, which makes him look at you more often, almost intrigued

but what actually makes him stop his work to stare at you is when you play with the pets, especially the exotic ones that only come out to the public on Tuesdays

you are especially fond of the small fennec fox, that only comes to your lap when it wants to take a nap, and the ferret that likes to hide inside your notebook backpack

the cafe sells treats you can give the animals, so you are always trying to feed them too, but those two are just content with being around your presence

and dare Chan try prying them away when it’s time to put them back in their habitats

they cause a scene every time, and Chan used to be really annoyed by it, but now he only rolls his eyes before carefully taking them in his arms

yes, the fennec fox has run away many times, forcing Chan to chase after it in the cafe

and also yes, the ferret has screeched and pretended to faint many many times when Chan takes him from your hands (because he won’t touch your belongings)

you laugh, amused by their antics, and a few times it has worked because Chan lets them be for a little longer before coming back to collect them

but today was different… you had another visitor by your table, and this time it was the quokka

it stole the lettuce from your sandwich and started munching on the leaf before you could even notice

“Hannie, no” Chan said and ran to the table, but the small quokka jumped in your lap and hid under your arm

“so cute” you whispered looking at the bright boba eyes staring back at you, its cheeks filled with lettuce, before plopping away to God knows where

“they always come to you, huh” Chan mentioned, a little bit annoyed, but you didn’t mind

this was the first proper interaction between the two of you

“animals can sense when a person is good, no?” you smiled and Chan scoffed

“I guess it’s true cause I don’t think you would’ve risk yourself to rescue a bad person” before he could say anything, you were speaking again

“which, by the way, thank you… a lot” you looked at him “I can only imagine the terrible things that would have happened to me if you didn’t save me that night, so thank you”

since he seemed to be froze in place, maybe shocked by your words, you decided to seize the opportunity to continue talking to him, mouth running faster than your brain

“I spent a lot of days trying to find you again, trying to somehow pay you back for your good deed, and I’m glad I finally found you, even though I’m not sure what more I could do to show I’m really thankful”

“I’ve been coming here often in hopes of becoming acquainted with you enough for you to open up and maybe become friends, but I guess that’s not how you roll” you let out a snort

“I say I would know that because I’ve also spent a loooot of time researching.. well… you…” you moved your hand in his direction “as a hybrid, you know?” you whispered, looking around to see if anyone was listening

being a regular at the cafe made you realize that Chan was trying really hard to go by unnoticed by the customers but at the same time he tried to blend in with humans

if you didn’t know his true nature, you would never have guessed he was a hybrid

his ears always covered by a cap or beanie, his clothes always comfortable and loose enough to hide his tail, and he was always wearing blue contact lenses

“I know you’re not into groups or anything like it, and I respect that, so I guess this is me trying to say that I’m not gonna bother you anymore”

“I see how much you struggle with the pets sometimes because of me, and I can see that my presence makes you a little annoyed, you are in your workplace after all, and I understand, I would be too if the roles were reversed” you smiled to assure him

“thank you again for stepping in that night, I’m glad our paths crossed despite the circumstances”

you held your gaze for only a second longer before getting up and start packing your belongings

you felt his eyes following your every move, but he didn’t budge

only when you put your backpack on your shoulder did he seem to wake up to reality

“you’re not actually leaving” Chan pointed to the chair and you don’t know why, but your body obeyed, just like it did that fateful night

so here you are sitting again, but this time Chan moved closer to you

“my animal part is too strong sometimes so I don’t fight it anymore” he confessed

“I’m not used to this at all. People have come and gone from my life far too many times to keep track… and I’ve been on my own for so long I don’t think I remember much of human interaction besides work” he sighed

you took in his figure, hands trembling a little bit and breath uneven

he was nervous, although he tried not to show it

“but I’m willing to learn again… if you’d teach me”

“that’d be my pleasure, Chan” you smiled, heart suddenly ten times lighter than before

as you spent your days at the café, you realized that Chan has charmed you, there's no denying it

“you will stay, yeah?” he smiled for the first time and you swear you felt like melting inside

"yeah" you nodded "I'll stay”

such simple words holding so much meaning

you don't want him to be alone ever again

you want to be the one who's always going to stay by his side

and you'll stay forever

[thebiscuiteternal]

for the writing jam: nhs tries to do something nice for meng yao or take him out or something but he keeps misinterpreting it as one of his duties. thx!

Nie Huaisang thought he'd had everything planned out.

For over a month, he'd been carefully observing Meng Yao on the rare times he actually joined the disciples on a trip to the market, or even went alone.

He'd made notes of every item that caught Meng Yao's interest, only to be put back with a wistful sigh, of every restaurant Meng Yao would hesitate at the door of and never go in.

Of course, he didn't want to throw too much at Meng Yao on one trip, but he had been so sure that the little list of stalls to shop at and the tearoom to eat lunch at had been tailored exclusively of things that Meng Yao clearly wanted, but wouldn't let himself indulge in.

That Nie Huaisang would be all too happy to give him.

So why, then, were they both left awkwardly picking at their food, Meng Yao staring at some surely fascinating spot on the table as he ate, and Nie Huaisang struggling not to squirm or huff in frustration?

The entire trip, it had been "Yes, gongzi," and "No, gongzi," and "This one couldn't possibly, gongzi," and it made no sense. Meng Yao wasn't this deferential to him at home, at least not after the first week they'd known each other, so why-?

Should he bring it up?

If the problem was something he could fix, then he certainly wanted the chance to do so, but what if he came off as accusatory? What if he made Meng Yao clam up even further?

Eventually, he decided he didn't have any other options. If nothing else, their food was getting cold.

"Yao-ge... would you rather order something different?"

There. That should be an innocent enough lead-in.

And yet Meng Yao visibly flinched and okay, now Nie Huaisang was concerned.

"Yao-ge-" he started, but was cut off by-

"Please don't tell Zongzhu I was disagreeable!"

Nie Huaisang stared.

Then slowly and deliberately closed his open mouth.

Then put his head in his hands with a groan. "What did Da-ge say to you?" he asked, the question muffled by his palms.

"I- that is- this one-" Meng Yao stumbled over the words before seeming to realize Huaisang wasn't going to call him on it. "I... told him that the two of us were going to the markets, just us, and he was... very insistent that I-"

"-keep me out of trouble and not overly indulge?" Huaisang finished for him.

When Meng Yao nodded, it was all Huaisang could do not to pull on his own hair in annoyance.

All that careful planning, and his da-ge had turned it all around from a gift into a babysitting mission with just a few words.

"The trip was for you," he finally muttered once he'd gotten the urge to scream back under control.

Meng Yao's expression turned from fearful to confused and damn, it was cute. "I don't follow, gongzi."

"I knew you'd been looking at Zhao-xiansheng's newest work, and the stationary shop's new inventory. I knew this was one of the places you'd been looking at the menu, but hadn't tried."

Needing something in his hands, but unwilling to hide behind a fan the way he normally did, Nie Huaisang fiddled with his soup spoon instead. "I knew you'd be too worried about the expense to ever do anything but look."

"You were watching me that closely?" Meng Yao asked, and Nie Huaisang winced. But when he raised his head, the expression on Meng Yao's face wasn't disturbed or disgusted.

Instead he looked almost... awed.

"You're very interesting," Nie Huaisang said tentatively, hoping it wasn't pushing too far.

"Some would disagree with that... or at least they wouldn't be interested for the reasons you seem to be."

"Then they're stupid."

Meng Yao involuntarily snorted, then covered his mouth with his sleeve to regain his composure. "So... this trip," he said once he'd succeeded. "I... think it would be best if we just concluded it after lunch."

"But-?" Nie Huaisang asked.

"If you're really sure about this... maybe we could attempt a do-over sometime soon?"

Nie Huaisang beamed, the last of the tense knot in his stomach finally dissolving. "Yeah. Any day you like."

[marikosenwrites]

"happy birthday, osamu." - june 19th

a/n: unfortunately no nsfw...also, sorry this came late! i was busy with school, it's almost ending!

all of the agency (not including kunikida) wanted to surprise dazai with a not-so-surprise birthday party. they needed someone to stall him in order to prepare for it. you, his girlfriend, would be the best choice, wouldn't it?

"osamu!" you happily woke him up, although knowing how much he hates being woken up from a good night's sleep. "happy birthday!!"

"bella! oh, yes, it's my birthday today!" he's fairly happy, honestly- being able to spend his birthday with his loved one? for the first time ever? yeah! of course!

"i have a surprise for you- but it's at the end of the day," you smile brightly at the man.

"bella...why can't you tell me now?" he begs, looking up at you with puppy eyes.

you almost fell for it- but knowing dazai, it was mostly just a play to have his way. "nuh-uh," you wag your finger at him, "but let's go out to celebrate your birthday."

"yayy!" his laugh is almost childish, if not just excited. "now i'm happy that you woke me up."

the two of you get ready for the day ahead and leave for the streets of yokohama early. you suggested going to chinatown first for the food and the unique chinese traditions that are performed there, and dazai agrees that you two should go.

"oh, oh, let's go to that restaurant! last time i went with atsushi-kun, and it was delicious!" he mentions the weretiger boy, who's always tortured by the suicidal man.

"oh, how i pity atsushi-kun," you joke. "looks like there's a table already. let's go."

he follows you to the said table and looks at the menu. "ne ne, what's this? french toast? have you heard of it?"

"mhm," you nod as you scan the menu, "it's bread dipped in egg yolk and fried with condensed milk. sometimes, there's peanut butter in the middle." (it's actually one of author-san's favorite dishes!)

"woah...sounds good!" dazai calls over a waiter and orders the french toast and you order an egg sandwich special.

"would you like a drink?" the waiter asks, notebook in hand.

"oh, milk tea please. osamu?" you gesture to the man.

"same with what they're ordering!" he replies. the waiter nods with a content face and leaves, leaving you two alone. "this looks really china-style. where's this based on?"

"i believe it's from some hong kong tea restaurant. it's everywhere!" you exclaim.

"how do you know so much?" you've got dazai fascinated with the facts that are beyond his knowledge. his knowledge belongs on the battlefield, not restaurants. that was your job, to show people which good restaurants to go, and which ones that you should go out of your way to avoid.

"online research exists, you know?" you laugh. "the agency just doesn't make much of it."

"aha." he scratches his head.

the food arrives less than five minutes after ordering. dazai and you finished your breakfast quickly - or should i say brunch - and headed to other shops.

your plan was to bring dazai back to the agency for lunch, and party there for the rest of the day. you had talked with the rest of the members, and they all agreed on it. it didn't matter if everyone got drunk.

soon enough, it was already two in the afternoon and both of you were getting a bit hungry. "osamu," you start, "let's go. the surprise is ready." you had just gotten a call from ranpo saying that the party was ready.

his hand in yours, and you two headed back to the agency's building. before you could go in, you told dazai to close his eyes, checking at least thrice before leading him into the elevator and into the agency's office.

as you told dazai to open his eyes, the agency members shouted,

"happy birthday, dazai!"

dazai looked so happy, he could cry. "bella- is this the surprise?"

"yes! happy birthday, osamu."

and in that moment, he couldn't ask for anything more than to spend his time in the world with his friends.

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[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon (Modern Au) - Error 404 Brain Not Found: Bonus Scene - Part 8

"I dare you to lick that!"

"I dare you to eat that!"

Those two phrases had been spoken off and on as Geralt and Jaskier travelled on the Path, looking for contracts.

Geralt had pulled into a gas station to refuel and take a p*ss break.

"I dare you to lick the toilet seat." Geralt said as he washed his hands.

Jaskier's head snapped towards him, incredulous. "Lick a gas staton toilet seat? I wouldn't even lick the toilet seat at home!"

"Ok, then I dare you to lick the urinal instead,"

Jaskier paled. "No! No, I'll lick the seat..." He went into the stall, Geralt following to confirm he actually did it. Jaskier faced the toilet seat.

It sat before him, stained, dingy, yellowed and cracked with age, and probably teeming with germs and diseases. And it probably hadn't been cleaned properly...ever.

"If I catch some godsd*mned horrible disease and die, it'll be on your head!"

"Hmm!"

*offended gasp* "What do you mean I've put my mouth on dirtier things?"

"Hm!"

"Yeah? Well, at least I knew where those things had been...er... At least I knew they were...knew I was the only one....er...."

"Fine. I see your point."

Jaskier crouched close to the commode and hesitated, staring at the filthy seat. The filthy seat with p*ss stains so thick, they looked like butter, and sh*t residue that would require a grinder and bleach to remove.

And oh, gods, was that gummy stuff what he thought it was???

He thought about backing out right then, but shoved the thought away. Julian Alfred Pankratz did not pull out back out!

Jaskier said a brief prayer, then closed his eyes and licked the toilet seat.

Geralt snapped a picutre with his phone. For documentation purpose. Yeah. It absolutely wasn't so he could send it to his brothers.

Jaskier immediately spat and splashed water from the sink faucet on his tongue, then rushed to Roach to disinfect his mouth with a little whiskey while Geralt went to fill up the gas tank.

The gas station attendand looked out the window a few minutes after the Witcher had paid and gone back outside, and saw him on his hands and knees next to his van.

Was he ill? Did he drop something?

No. As the attendant watched, confused as h*ll, the Witcher leaned down and licked an oil stain while his companion laughed. Then he got up, they both got in the van, and they drove away. Well, that was going to be a fun story to tell.

Geralt stopped in the next town for lunch. He sat at the table, looking over the restaraunt menu while he waited for his drink. He gripped the underside of the table with one hand to help pull himself closer, and put his hand in someone's chewing gum.

"I dare you to chew that!" Jaskier said, as Geralt went to pick the gum off his fingers with a paper napkin. Geralt made a face. He didn't really want to chew someone else's gum, but he didn't want the undesired consequence of getting kicked in the nads for turning down a dare. He was a Witcher, so he was immune to most diseases anyway, which worked out in his favor. A little A.B.C. gum wasn't going to kill him.

So Geralt chewed the pre-masticated gum.

"What does it taste like?" Jaskier whispered out of morbid curiosity.

"Hmm. Spearmint. Cigarettes..." Geralt rumbled as he chewed, "Cheese, or something sweet. I can't really place it. Oh, wait. Bad kidneys. Probably from diabeetes."

"That sucks for him." Jaskier said, not even questioning Geralt's analysis. It was a Witcher Thing.

"Her."

"You can stop now."

*smug hmmm.*

Later that day, Jaskier almost ate an earthworm Geralt found under a rock as they wandered through the woods, looking for nekkers.

Almost, because he ended up spitting it out after trying to be funny and suck it up like a spaghetti noodle. Geralt had doubled over laughing as Jaskier gagged on the worm. Jaskier's face had twisted up, and he'd made this humorus gargling noise before spitting the worm out.

Jaskier dared Geralt to lick a sticky substance off the side of a tree. It was probably sap. It was difficult tell. It wasn't particularly sap-colored, and didn't have that resin smell.

Geralt couldn't sense anything toxic about it, so he leaned in and licked the stream of goo. Hm. That was an odd flavor. It tasted kind of like...goat and something musky...

Geralt gagged and grabbed his canteene. He desperately started rinsing his mouth.

"What?" Jaskier asked, hovering between concern and confusion. Geralt babbled something about dryads and satyrs f***ing as he spat and gargled frantically. "That's not sap!" he screamed in lowercase.

Jaskier gasped, then ugly laughed, "You-you licked satyr nut!"

"Do you mind?" the tree grumbled in Elder, in a crabby tone, "I'm kind of worn out and would like to sleep!"

"You licked satyr nut off a treeussy!" Jaskier said to Geralt out of the corner of his mouth before addressing the dryad. Geralt elbowed him sharply in the ribs.

"A thousand appologies! We didn't mean to disturb you," Jaskier paused to bow slightly before continuing, "My friend and I were just passing through, and we will be on our way now."

The tree grumbled and shook its branches in a shooing motion at them.

They quickly left.

Geralt spat periodically as they walked in silence, a vaguely haunted look on his face.

"Dare Truce?" Jaskier offered.

"Dare Truce."

[ambiguouspuzuma]

Picky eaters

"Table for three, is it?" the greeter asked. She was small, pretty, and African-American, with an accent that leant towards the former, but what stood out most was how young she looked. She couldn't have been much more than a child. "No problem at all. Come right this way."

"Thank you." Simret led them over the threshold. She'd been East African, once - but had long since lost her accent, along with every other detail of the child she used to be. The others followed close behind, impatient to be seated and decide on a meal: it had been a long evening, and they hoped to find something more tempting than had been on offer elsewhere.

"Here are some menus," the server said, doing her best to help with that. They seemed to get younger every time. Did she look fourteen? Twenty-one? Simret wasn't sure what either looked like anymore. It had all been so long ago. "I'll be back to take your orders in a bit, unless you want anything to drink in the meantime?"

"No, thank you," Simret replied, her mouth near-parched with thirst. "We're good for now."

This was the fourth place they'd tried, and they all knew the drill. Azmera went in one direction, under the guise of studying the specials board, and Simret went in the other, asking another table if an extra chair was spoken for. Tigist headed to the restroom. They had well rehearsed each pretence, having honed their patter over the years, although it had changed much in the past century or so.

They reconvened back at the table, now adorned with an additional chair. Simret was the first to report back.

"No luck. They're inebriated. Azmera doesn't drink... wine." She sniffed again. "Or fruit cider. Sorry, I haven't much of a nose for the stuff."

"Nothing from me either. They've just finished their burgers." Azmera had palmed one of the cocktail sticks used to hold them in place, and now used it to pick at her equally sharp teeth. "I can smell it in their sweat."

The relationship with meat was a complicated one. Strictly, in the human sense of the word, all vampires were vegan. They had a connection with the non-sapient creatures of the world - they could control their simple minds, and even take their shape at times - and were uncomfortable feeding on them. It formed a sort of food triangle. Humans ate cows, and vampires ate humans. But not when they had the taste of too much beef in their blood.

"This is the fourth restaurant we've looked at," Tigist complained. "I'm starving."

"You're the reason we couldn't eat at the last place," Simret reminded her.

Tigist's name meant patience, if she recalled correctly, and with no little irony. She'd been there when it was chosen. They'd each worn several over the years - so many that she'd quite lost track, although she knew there had been more since others started keeping count. There were too many records nowadays. They made it hard to stay in the same place, or in the same identity, for long.

They'd moved from town to town, continent to continent; travelling up through Transylvania, along the Carpathian Mountains; across the sea to Whitby, across the ocean to Manhattan. They were endlessly seeking a promised home, a land of blood and honey - at least for as long as it would sustain them. However rich the supply seemed at first, the flesh always seemed redder in the next town along.

"It's not my fault I'm allergic to tree nuts," she said. "Or that their blood was full of them."

"What about her?" Azmera asked, nodding to a woman alone in the corner booth.

Tigist shook her head. "I followed her into the stalls. Her blood sugar's way too high."

"Thank you for checking." Simret was Type 3 diabetic - the type where you develop it in death. "So, I guess that's nil for four. What do we do?"

It was hard for them to find someone they'd all agree on. They weren't particularly picky eaters, any more than the next clan of vampires - they just had very specific dietary requirements.

Their server chose that moment to return. "So... see anything you like?"

Their heads had dropped, seemingly in contemplation of the written menus, but now they rose as one - as if seeing her for the first time.

"Perhaps," Simret replied, treating the girl to the full terror of her smile. "Tell me... do you do take-out?"

[randomfanner]

Quiet Part 3

“Stay close to me, alright?” Ace said as he put a hand on Anya’s shoulder, gently pulling her back to his side with his metal hand, his other hand, one still of flesh and bone, stayed gripping the handle of the cart. Anya’s blue eyes flicked up at him and nodded.

“I wasn’t going anywhere,” she said, despite the fact she was most certainly about to wander off to look at the fruit stand a couple of feet away. Ace let out a chuckle as he nodded his head.

“Yes, yes, just want to make sure you remember,”  Ace said as he stopped at a fish stall. He hummed as he began to scan through the different fish. Anya looked down at the list in her hands. 

“We need 20 pounds of salmon, 20 of tilapia, 20 of cod and 10 of tuna!” Anya said as she read off the supply list. Ace nodded his head as he began to comb through the fish, looking for the best slabs. “We also need clams, oysters and shrimp for the new menu coming up.”

“On top of everything as always,” Ace said, packing salmon onto the scale for the merchant. 

Anya grinned to herself as she stood to the side, recounting everything in the cart already. The Golden Eye was known for their high quality dishes made with the best ingredients. Most of the time they got them ordered from supply caravans but Otus had said the contract had fallen through.

So Anya and Ace were sent out to take care of gathering everything they needed! 

Anya’s eyes began to scan the market area, looking at all the different sellers and people. Well her eyes wandered. They stopped at one stall in particular. The owner was a rancher selling meat, leather, milk and anything else you could get from a cow. 

“Oh! We need some things from there,” Anya pointed to the stall.

“Well then, we will go once we are finished here then,” Ace said, long red hair swaying side to side as he looked between the many different types of fish. “Hmmm….. Now that one looks right I think,” Ace said as he picked up a nice, large tuna. One that was about half way his height. “Well this should cover the tuna needs,” he said.

“I can agree with that!” Anya said. Ace put the fish on the scale and pulled out the gold equal to pay for it.

It didn’t take long until all the goods from there were gathered, and onto the ranchers stall they went. 

 “And what do we need here, my charming assistant?” Ace asked.

“We need ground beef, steaks of all sorts and some roasts along with milk, cheese, and butter, so much butter,” Anya said. Ace grinned as he began to comb through the offerings of the stall. 

Anya stood to the side making sure to stay nearby as she looked around. 

“Enver! Keep up!” the harsh voice of a lady cut through the air. Anya’s eyes instantly darted and she could see the top of Enver’s choppy black hair behind a number of pallets of fabric and leather. 

Anya looked at the woman he was with. Her black hair matched Enver, her face showed a bit of age but nothing overwhelming now and she wore a strict frown on her face as she approached the stall. She nearly knocked Anya out of the way when she came in to begin looking at the leather offerings. 

Enver came beside her and Anya could see the glare that burned into the woman’s back. Anya glanced between him and the woman.

“Psst….” Anya whispered over. There was no reaction. “Pssttttt- “ slightly louder. Enver seemed to notice the sound but ignored it. “Pssttt, Enver-” she said, glancing at the lady who was paying no attention. 

Enver finally turned to face her and his deep frown turned to at least a neutral expression.

“What do you want?” he asked in a mumble.

“Well to say hello,” Anya whispered back with a smile.  “Shopping with your mom?’

“No shit, sherlock.” 

Anya frowned but she didn’t comment on his language, it was a hell she had learned she was not worth dying on.  

“Who are you talking to, Enver?” the harsh voice of the lady he was with turned to see the two of them. Her eyes narrowed at the blonde girl.

“Hello! I am Anya, you must be Enver’s mom. It is nice to meet you,” Anya said with a beaming smile. Ace’s body turned and golden eyes caught the young boy.

“Ah!!! Enver’s Mom, it is a pleasure to meet you,” Ace took one of the woman’s hands into both of his, giving it an eager shake and instantly gaining her attention. A warm smile and a warm aura even made her frown pause for a moment. 

“Hello, I hadn’t realized Enver had made a friend, he failed to mention it,” she said looking towards her son.

“Oh you know how kids are, sometimes they forget to mention things,” Ace said. “Tell me, can I have your name?” he asked.

“Sally Flymm, sir,” she said. “And yours?”

Ace smirked. “Oh, most of my acquaintances call me Hearts, an odd nickname I know,” he said. “You know it is just a wonderful day,” Ace gestured around. “After shopping I was planning on taking Anya out to go play, perhaps I could take your child as well?” 

Sally’s expression shifted a little as she thought about it. “Well I do need Enver’s help getting everything back to the shop.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, I have just the thing,” Ace held up a hand and turned away, digging into his pockets before he pulled out a scroll. “A floating disk is quite great at carrying the burden,” he offered. 

There wasn’t even a moment's hesitation when offered a better way to carry the stuff. “Enver, I expect you back before the sun sets,” Sally snatched the scroll away and casted it, the transparent floating disc coming into existence. 

Enver sat there for a moment before unloading all of the stuff in his arms onto the desk, stepping away towards Anya. Anya beamed at Enver. 

“Yay! You can hang out,” she said.

Enver gave a sound of acknowledgement but not much more as he stared at the red haired man with narrowed eyes, crossing his tiny arms over his chest. 

“Well, I got everything we need here kids, how about we head out to the next stall?” Ace asked as he pointed to a vegetable stall in the distance. 

“Alright!” 

“Hmmm…”

The three of them began to move forward and as soon as they were out of ear shot, Ace looked towards the boy he had picked up. 

“So Enver, it is nice to meet you. Anya says you like mechanics?” Ace asked. 

“What is your angle?” Enver asked with a glare. 

Ace put his mechanically hand over his heart, his mouth opening in what could only be called a fake gasp. “My angle? I assure you I don't want anything more than to meet my niece's new friend.”

Enver’s gaze of suspension was not dismantled by his argument. Anya stood to the side and she could swear if he stared with any more of an intense gaze, he would glare holes right through her uncle. 

“Well, I suppose I can say your mother reminds me a great deal of my own,” Ace said. “That is all.”

Enver pursed his lips together before he turned away. “Deciding to help her out then?”

“Close,” Ace answered as they approached the next stall. “Now Anya, what do we need?”

“Tomatoes! Onions! Peppers! Mushrooms!” Anya began to read every item off of the list with enthusiasm. 

Ace grabbed a large cloth blanket from the picnic basket he had brought along, laying it out across the grassy ground of Bloomburg  Park. All of the shopping was done with time to spare, and so now it was time for lunch. 

Anya hopped down on the blanket, smoothing it out as she did so and Enver sat down on the blanket. Anya smiled at him as Ace picked up the basket and began to pass out the two containers of food along with forks.

“Today we got spaghetti, right from the kitchen.”

“Yay!” Anya cheered as she tore it open, but paused when she realized Ace was pulling out the pitcher of his fresh berry lemonade and cups rather than a third container. “Don’t you have anything?”

“Oh there is something in there for me,” he said. “But I am not too hungry right. You two can enjoy,” Ace assured.

Enver stared at him again as he opened the container and looked inside. His fork prodded the food before he twirled and brought a big bite. After the first bite cane another, and another and soon he was snarfing down the plate.

Ace smiled as he poured two glasses of lemonade, handing it to the children.

“Thank you!” Anya said as she took a large glup.

Enver barely took a break from his food too take a sip before he went back to eating. 

“Enver, don’t choke on your food.”

Almost out of spite, the child began to eat after. 

Ace leaned back on the blanket. “So, Anya mentioned you enjoy working on mechanics,” he was trying this conversation topic again. He held up his hand. “Mind taking a look at my hand? It’s been having some problems lately and I think you might just be the one to fix it” Ace said as he held up his hand. It was a complex mesh of copper gears, rods and pens in the shape of a hand with a few stones embedded in the hand. the joints and fingers seemed to lock up and twitch in an unnatural way.

Anya gave a hum,  he hadn’t noted his hand acting up before and this was the first time she had seen his hand do it. Ace gave her a side glance and put his other hand up to his mouth, making a small shush moment Enver didn’t notice.

Oh.

Enver swallowed a bite of food that looked almost painful to get down and stared at Ace.  “Alright.” 

Ace grinned. “Enjoy your food first of course.”

“I was going too.” 

The food wasted no time going down, and so did the lemonade. Enver grabbed the napkin and wiped off his face and hands which were all covered in red sauce.  He shifted a bit as he approached Ace who pulled out a screwdriver for the boy.  

Enver stared at the piece of technology in front of him, he stared in silence. His cheeks began to fill with air as he stared at it, reaching slowly with the screwdriver before he backed it away, hesitating from a different angle. 

“Everything alright?”

“I am fine,”  Enver swallowed as he moved it closer, finally going into a place to examine closer. After a few seconds he dug the screwdriver in one place and unlocked one of the fingers.

“There you go, good job.”

Enver’s eyes glanced at Ace before he went to the other fingers, unlocking all of them one by one. 

“There.” Enver said as he backed away, offering the screwdriver back.

“Keep it,” Ace said with a grin. “I may as well supply my new mechanic with tools, eh?”

“I didn’t agree to be your personal mechanic.” 

“Well then, consider it payment for fixing my hand.”

Enver stared at him before he pocketed the screwdriver. “No take backs.”

Ace snickered a little bit. “No need to worry, wasn’t planning on it.” 

[stardustsunny]

LAST BLIND CHANCE; 

Words count: 1288

Pairing: Taehyun x gn!reader (mentions of Yunjin)

Genre: fluff, strangers to lovers;

Warnings: none.

Song recs: Taeyeon - 11:11

Soobin  Yeonjun  Beomgyu  [Taehyun]  Kai

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“Babe, what are you doing on Friday?” your friend, Yunjin, asked you while scrolling through her phone. “Hm..nothing I guess. Why?” you looked at her questionably. If she’s asking you this type of question then she plans on going somewhere and you will be included even if you don’t want to. “That’s great, 'cause you will go on a blind date” she giggled innocently and looked up at you. Did she just say a “blind date” or you misheard? You’re doomed because your friends will never give up on setting you up with someone.

Most of your friends already have their significant other’s and seeing you alone makes them think that it’s their duty to help you find someone. All of your protests and reasons why you don’t need a boyfriend right now were ignored. This is your 5th or 7th blind date already. All of the previous ones weren’t that bad, but none of these guys was your type or you didn’t click with them at all. “Yunjiin..what the hell? I told you million times that I don’t want a boyfriend right now” you sighed, plopping on the soft cushions of the sofa. “I know, but I promise you he is definitely your type, you will like him! He’s one of my friends from college, you haven’t met him yet and he didn’t have anyone too.” she takes your hands in her and makes those puppy eyes to convince you. She should interact less with Beomgyu or both of them will kill her. “Ugh..fine. But if this date will flop, you should promise me to stop setting me up with random people, okay?” you stared at her, and the girl nodded and smiled at you. 

The day of the date comes soon. Yunjin said that you should meet with the said boy at the entrance of the Christmas fair. It’s a nice place for the date, you thought, and besides, you wanted to visit it anyway. As your friend said you should look for the boy with fluffy pinky hair, in a gray coat and dark blue jeans. At least you will definitely find him with this unusual hair color. You came a bit earlier than you should have, there are a lot of people around you so it was quite hard to spot your date. Time went by but no one came to you and you haven’t seen anyone either, you started to think that you were stood up and right when you took your phone out to text your friend about it, someone touched your shoulder from behind and you hear soft voice spoke to you “Are you Y/n?” you turned to the sound “Um..yes and you are my date, I suppose?” you assumed by looking at his pink hair. “Ah, yes, I’m Taehyun! Sorry for being late, I got stuck in traffic..” he apologized with an awkward smile. “Nah, it’s fine! So..should we go?” you pointed to the entrance and smiled at the boy who nodded to you. 

Yunjin was right, Taehyun was definitely your type, starting from his visuals and ending with his character. You clicked so well, it was so easy for you to start a conversation and change the topics. You discussed lots of things, while you walked around looking at stalls on your sides. “Y/n do you mind drinking something warm and resting a bit?” Taehyun asked you to gesture to one of the stalls that sell drinks and desserts. “Yeah, it’s a nice idea, it’s getting colder and needs something to warm up” you smiled sweetly to the boy. There are a lot of different things on the menu but you decided to go with hot chocolate and vanilla croissant while Taehyun chose cocoa and a biscuit. You sit at one of the tables beside the booth to properly eat your desserts and have small talk. “Why did you agree to this date though? You don’t look like someone who would do this type of thing” you asked the boy curiously. He seriously gives off these vibes of someone who would rather fall in love with the person who he knows for a long time and not some stranger.”Oh...Yunjin nagged me about the blind date for weeks and I gave up and agreed to it. But then I thought that it was a nice idea, maybe it will end up like something nice and lovely, even if we might not fall in love at least we could be friends or something. Yunjin said that you are a really interesting person and we will definitely match” he chuckled lightly. “Hm..that’s why Yunjin said, but do you agree with it, do I seem interesting?” a playful smile blossomed on your face as you questioned the boy. “Yes, I think you are very interesting as a person and you are very cute too” he muttered the last part a bit sheepishly and then smiled, locking his gaze with yours. “What about you? Why did you agree to it?” Taehyun asked, shoving a piece of biscuit into his mouth. “Oh..well it’s not my first blind date. My friends tried to set me up with each of their friends thinking that I should have a significant other just like them. Most of these dates were a pure fail...I’m not even sure that I stayed friends with any of these people. But Yunjin said that it will be the last one and I would definitely like it so I have no other choice but agree, and as for now, I can surely say that I enjoy it” you smiled softly, your cheeks blushed for sure and you don’t know if it’s from the cold or from the look Taehyun gives you. “I’m really glad that you enjoy spending time with me,” he said. The time went by and soon you finished your meal and were ready to go explore the rest of the fair. 

Taehyun was so sweet, he even lent you his gloves when you said that your hands froze, and offered to buy you that cute Christmas-themed scarf that you saw in one of the booths. It’s getting late too soon for your liking and you told Taehyun that you should probably finish the date and he offered to follow you to the bus stop to make sure you will be fine. 

“Thank you for today! It was one of the best dates I’ve ever had so far” you grinned when you saw Taehyun’s ears getting redder. “Nope, thank you. I never thought that I would enjoy the company of a complete stranger and maybe develop some feelings” this time Taehyun gets his revenge when he saw your eyes rounding and your cheeks were even redder as a reaction to his comment. “I thought that maybe..if it’s a mutual feeling we should exchange our phone numbers so we can contact each other and go on another date..Of course, if you are fine with it!” he looked at you with hope for a positive answer. “Yeah! I would like to go with you again..on a date” you giggled sheepishly and gives him your phone. As Taehyun gives your phone back the bus has arrived and it’s time to say your goodbyes. You quickly hugged the boy and ran to the bus with a stupid smile on your face, while Taehyun froze in place. However, when he heard the doors being closed he turned to face the bus mouthing “Call me when you get home” and making a phone gesture beside his ear. You nodded and thought that maybe this one blind date will change your life for real.

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[inatelescopelens]

amsterdam 17th december

Today was Saturday, market day. One of my clearest memories of Amsterdam from age sixteen was wandering between the stalls of the organic farmers market in Noordermarkt with Camilla, buying fresh produce for our dinner that night. It was a part of the city I wanted to experience again, so we left on foot early for the northern neighbourhood of central Amsterdam. The market comprised the usual fare of fruit and vegetables, cheese, meat and bread; I was particularly taken with the stall selling an endless variety of mushrooms from the familiar white button or portobello to the truly alien rare types. Neither of us had eaten a proper breakfast in expectation of getting something there, so we surveyed our options.

In the square where the farmers market takes root we were tempted in the door of Winkel 43, an unassuming café I had known about since my first visit that is famous for its apple pies. So popular are the generous, caramelised slices of this dessert that on market days such as today the café doesn’t even serve its usual food menu, and the workers were in a constant process of cutting up enormous freshly-baked pies and plating them up to be served. We each got a slice—I enjoyed mine with their offering of whipped cream, and fresh mint tea to drink. The pie was incredible, not dry or cakey but rich and the perfect combination of melting apples and crisp warm pastry. Buoyed by this new culinary highlight in our lives, we walked through the rest of the Noordermarkt to see the rest of the typical food, clothing and bric-a-brac stalls, the lunch stands and trucks just beginning to set up for the day.

I had planned to take us to Tony’s Chocolonely after the market, but it was only half past ten and the less well-known and touristy location up in Westerpark didn’t open until midday. Instead we returned to the city centre through the Jordaan neighbourhood and along Haarlemmerdijk where we came upon the main Tony’s Chocolonely Super Store, remarkably devoid of the awesome queue which we had seen snaking around the street outside the day before. It was eleven or eleven-thirty then, in another hour or two the line would be back. The line is not for the store itself, perhaps because at least half the full range of Tony’s flavour is available at every supermarket in the Netherlands, but for the ‘design your own Tony’s’ experience’ that draws hundreds of participants each day.

Since there was no queue at all, I claimed one of the screens before the chocolate-kitchen window and designed my Tony’s: dark chocolate, pretzel pieces, raspberry, red and white wrapper since black was not one of the options. I arrived at this combination after many minutes of troubled paralysis before the list of possibilities; I realised most of my ideas were recreating the flavour combinations of Tony’s bars that already exist, so I decided to go for something ninety per cent random. I put in my phone number to be notified when my custom chocolate bar was ready for collection and we headed back up from the colourful basement shop into the cold.

A bit short on shared activities for now, Mum and I went our separate ways and I pottered around the streets until I received the message that my custom chocolate bar was ready back at Tony’s. The tourist swarm had descended by then—I had to fight my way through the mob to make it to the front of the store, where I witnessed the shameless seagull-like behaviour of the people attempting to snatch handfuls of free samples until the harangued man behind the counter took it out of their reach. From there I crossed over to Centraal Station and, after a brief detour to the supermarket where I rescued someone’s forgotten credit card from the self-serve checkout, I took the north-south metro down to Europaplein.

I remembered the station. It’s nothing like London’s Underground, or Paris’ metro, which are cramped and often dirty—it’s a vast platform, dark grey, clean, not far below the earth. I took the north-south train from here into the city centre when I was staying with Camilla and Rob the first time. Above the station is an expansive, comfortably bleak square and convention centre, today occupied by a winter wonderland funfair with rides and a ticketed entrance. It was clear the cold hadn’t put off any local families from attending this seasonal event, but I passed it by, and went around the corner to de winkel van nijntje (’Miffy’s Shop’) which, a bit like the Moomin Shop, sells every product imaginable in a Miffy bunny rabbit version.

I have fond childhood memories of Miffy, and the shop was so charming with its Miffy Christmas window display and its staff of friendly young people—about my age, running a playlist of popular indie music over the speakers. I ended up buying a soft, classic white Miffy plush toy for myself as a souvenir, and a little crocheted Miffy charm wearing a blue dress for my best friend Madeleine, who loves Miffy and owns many iterations of her in different forms. Before I went on my way back towards the centre of town I sat for a while in a nice café opposite Europaplein, where I drank my coffee and ate my complimentary bite-sized spice biscuit at the window and watched the fairground Ferris wheel turn in the distance. 

This was a neighbourhood I knew better than most of the inner streets from being there before, actually, and it was with half-clarified nostalgia that I followed the wide Ferdinand Bolstraat across the canal and into De Pijp. I walked past an Albert Heijn supermarket and there on the street corner stopped dead—I was looking at a white-painted shop a few metres across plonked in the middle of the pavement; I remembered it. Dutch flags hung over the entrance of the fish stand, a permanent structure with the air of a market stall, unassuming and unnamed. This shop does not appear on any online maps or in search results. It was only by the look of it, there in the flesh, that I knew what it was. Camilla and Rob took me there to try Hollandse Nieuwe—Dutch soused raw herring, traditionally served with diced raw onion and slices of pickle—when I stayed with them. There’s a photo of me standing in front of the same glass refrigerated case, under the same LED panel lights, laughing next to Rob with the paper plate of fish in my hands. 

It took a long time to summon up the courage to go in alone. I nervously asked the man running the shop for the herring dish, though he explained to me that his card reader was broken and he could only accept cash. I didn’t have any but I knew I was going to let nothing stand in my way now. I promised to be back in a minute and rushed across to the supermarket to withdraw twenty euros. Then I hovered before the counter while he prepared my herring fresh, slicing everything up and adorning it with one of the same tiny Dutch flag toothpicks that I had eaten with three years ago. I thanked him in earnest and ignored the embarrassment of taking photos out on the street in front of locals like the tourist I was. It meant something very heavy to me to have this moment again. And I hadn’t meant for it to happen, unlike almost every other detail of this trip which I have planned meticulously, accounting for every destination and event along the way. In its obscurity I had no method of finding the same fish stand again; I hadn’t even considered it, I found myself at its door of PVC strip curtain by accident alone.

The herring itself was delicious. The raw fish of this dish is fresh and delicate in flavour, paired perfectly with sharp onions and pickles. Perhaps it might be offputting to some. It’s not to me. I finished it quickly and cleaned off the toothpick so I could keep the little flag in my pocket as a memento. 

I made it back to the hotel mid-late afternoon and promptly collapsed on my shoebox bed for a rest. For dinner I had booked us a table at Restaurant Entrepot, a fine dining sort of place up on the Entrepotdok canal of reappropriated warehouses. We speed-walked there, mistakenly for stretches along the sardine-tin streets of the central tourist district—I’m afraid I rather put Mum through it getting there on time, but we did. The restaurant was an expansive single dining room inside, very simple and chic, with kitchen and bar exposed. The very kind waitress brought us their daily menu of dishes constructed with all the best seasonal produce of the Netherlands and told us when the wine we’d picked a bit at random was probably not going to be to our tastes. We opted for three courses a la carte.

My first plate, a cold starter, was the most surprising dish of the night to me. It was pearly strips of squid served on a bed of burrata with a garnish of seeds. The squid was almost a little bit like al dente pasta presented with cold creamy cheese sauce, hard to describe without rendering the image somewhat disturbing, but I thought it was incredibly tasty. Next I ate a hot starter dish of roast pumpkin and mushroom, then a main of crisp-skinned, tender-fleshed skate wing; the restaurant served their remarkable food along with a plate of crusty brown bread. Mum and I shared a sweet potato dessert of elegant textures and subtle sugariness. Like everything else we had eaten there, the flavours and form were so precise in a way that was neither overdone nor left unappetizing by pretentious service. It was good food.

We walked back to the hotel around the eastern curve of inner Amsterdam rather than cutting across the middle. We saw Centraal Station and the great towering Christmas tree of Dam Square outside the department store glittering in the night. I dislike using the word magical—I don’t think I felt an awe beyond human nature in view of the lights, as we skirted there around patches of frost and ice forming in the wake of a new cold snap in the city; nothing was inexplicable, I was trying not to forget anything about it because it all meant something to me.

[assimilatedhardship]

"Awww! You were being so nice too..." He had already resumed acquiring his food and was now picking at it as he waited for Leon to choose something, but Leon was... not choosing something. It might have been better to just pick a variety of things and take it all back, and everyone could just pick what they wanted from it... Worst that could happen was someone didn't want any of the selection and went to get something on their own. If Leon took any longer, too, he'd be starving before he found anything.

Instead of going back though, he just tilted his head and continued to nibble on his food, waiting for Leon. He could go back first, and he also couldn't. That was to say, couldn't being his choice. It felt like they were just standing there though, as if they had no longer come out for food with Leon's lack of doing... well, anything, so Stahn's train of thought continued. "But I really think I'd work best in a team with someone I already knew. We already have a good idea of how we both handle combat. Plus, I think being with someone I'm already fond of would make for a better motivator. And it's not like you're stuck with me! Stuck sounds like you don't want me there!"

He looked around to decide if maybe they should just grab a few things and head back. It would at least do something about Leon's unexpected indecision. Maybe he just wasn't hungry enough...? So Stahn stopped at a few stalls, picking up to-go carriers and eventually a bag to place them in. They would be walking away with five different assorted meals with enough contents for everyone, but Stahn wasn't done. Stopping at dessert stalls was on his menu as well, and if he was buying enough for everyone, it should be equal to how many meals he had gotten, right? So, five batches of desserts. Not five desserts. Five batches of desserts.

"I dunno if you've ever eaten any of this, but you're gonna be starving by the time you pick anything out. Let's go back with this stuff, and everyone can pick what they want from whatever's here. Most of it looks new to me too, but that's one good thing about so much traveling! There's so much food culture I didn't know about. If you don't have any requests though, we should probably bring this back to the inn. Maybe you'll be less grumpy on a full stomach."

Could Stahn's little backwater village really be so accomodating? Leon knew, on a theoretical basis, that smaller communities tended to be more tight-knit, but it was still difficult for him imagine a place where you can simply assume the best of everyone and not be taken advantage of. Selfishness is human nature. If you didn't protect yourself, other people would trample you on their way to the top — simple as that.

...Though if there's anyone who seems to have been able to survive without learning such a lesson, it's Stahn. How absurd.

Crossing his arms, Leon turned his attention to the stalls around them. While Stahn clearly had no problem picking something, Leon's brows were set in a deep frown as he looked over the unappetizing options of meat and vegetables.

"Young master," Chaltier pipes up, "Look, that stall over there has flan!"

Leon had seen it. He'd looked at the stall several times, in fact. But he can't just buy flan out in the open, in the view of other people — and especially not in front of people he's traveling with! Already, Leon is kind of regretting coming out here with Stahn to get food together. Maybe he'd been spending too much time with the group, to have agreed so easily, but the fact remains that he can't make such a childish purchase in front of him. "Don't be silly," he mutters, flicking a finger against Chal's hilt in warning. "I don't want flan."

"...Oops." Chal seems to catch on. "Of course. Sorry, young master."

Meanwhile, Stahn seemed to have already moved onto another harebrained thought. "Aren't you presuming too much? Who said that I'd want to be stuck with you in my squad?" Admittedly, Leon's opinion of Stahn had improved throughout the course of their travels and he no longer thought that Stahn would make a bad knight, but the snappish words come out almost before he can think about it, like second nature. "And don't include me in that ridiculous operation name! I just told you to start turning that brain back on!"

Ugh. He can hardly imagine how much Rutee would laugh if she could hear this. Coming out here together was turning out to be an inconvenience. "...You already got your food, so you can go back first. Don't wait for me."

(Maybe if he waited for Stahn to leave, he can go buy the flan...)

[ggomos-maribat]

The Bird Who Cried Coffee

Tim stumbled across the road with jelly legs and staggering vision. He had made the mistake of picking up alcohol instead of coffee to 'give himself a buzz' and now, he was drunk out of his mind in the middle of the night, creeping in between corners in case one of his brothers on patrol (or Batman himself) found him in the city.

"Co—coffee?" He slurred, seeing a bright glowing light next to an alley. He stepped towards the place: a humble coffee shop, only the size of five and a half telephone booths. How come he'd never seen it before?

"Hello!" He hollered at the counter, hopping up a barstool. His mind was chanting: drunk, bad. Coffee good. Need coffee.

"Welcome to the Coffee Stall! We appear whenever and wherever you need us—oh." A girl—or at least Tim thought it was a girl—emerged from the back. She gaped at him.

"Where's your menu?" Tim pouted. "Do you have an iced latte with four shots of espresso and chocolate sprinkles?"

"Um, yeah I don't think that's what you need right now," the girl said, wiping her hand with a towel. She went away from the counter again and came back with a glass of water.

"That's not coffee." Tim was close to tears.

"No coffee for you right now," she reprimanded, with her ponytail swaying as she shook her head. "Drink that. You need to sober up tonight . . . and you can use some company."

"Are you trying to flirt with me, lady?"

She sighed. "Please just drink that."

Tim did as told, downing the water to wash away the ugly taste in his mouth. He asked for another glass, which she happily poured him.

"Look, how do I explain this?" The girl muttered. "We're a Coffee Stall that . . . we do sell coffee, but whenever there's a person in need, we also try to help them out. This place is run with magic, so we can't choose where we end up."

"And I'm only telling you this because you're so drunk. You probably won't remember this in the morning."

"I've got a great memory, thank you," Tim huffed, squinting at her nametag. "Marinara Sauce."

"It's Marinette," the coffee water server deadpanned.

"Marinette." He nodded, clasping the glass between his hands. "I don't need company, by the way, I already have a multi-billion dollar one of my own."

"Right. And your name?"

"Tim Duck."

"Tim Duck?"

"It's bad to give out your name to people you don't know." He examined his fingernails smugly. "So it's Tim Duck. Duck-Wine. Also known as the Gotham vigilante Red Robin."

Marinette winced. "Something tells me I'm not supposed to know that."

"It's a pretty well-kept secret."

She laughed, moving to the side to take out a box of cake from the refrigerator. Tim's mouth watered at the perfect-looking dessert that she was slicing. Thankfully, the slice she took was for him.

"You're in luck. I'm good at keeping secrets." She smiled enigmatically. "So what are you doing walking around in the City of Crime late at night while drunk?"

Tim groaned, stabbing his fork into the piece of cake. "I was tired! So much work to do and no breaks. I found this nice bottle and started drinking. Then I ended up here." He hiccuped. "Before you say anything, I can take care of myself. I once took down Scarecrow and his goons while running on 0.532 hours of sleep!"

"I'm sure you did."

"I did!" He said proudly. "I also found out Batman's identity when I was a kid and forced him to make me Robin!"

"Did you now?"

"Yup!" He said with a mouthful of cake. He asked for his third glass of water before he continued snacking on the chiffon goodness. "Where are you actually from, Marinette?"

"Paris," she replied.

"That is so far from here? How'd you get here?"

"I told you already. Magic. We've been hopping from place to place." She pointed to the corkboard hung up on top of the flavoring pumps. Pictures forming a collage were pinned on the board. "We've been to Hawaii, Moscow, Taiwan, Italy and more. There's around one to five customers per location."

" 'We'?"

"Ah, this is my shift. We have other workers."

Tim hummed. "You're not the owner?"

"Technically I am, since I do the extra work and lead the team but I'd like to think that the owner is all this Miraculous magic and I'm just the manager."

Tim sipped his water again. Yes, none of what she said sounded strange at all.

---

"I swear, it was right here!"

"What was here?" Dick asked.

"The Coffee Stall!" Tim cried out. He took his phone out from his suit jacket and double-checked the location. The street looked exactly the same as he remembered last night, except for the absence of the shop.

He remembered what Marinette said. The shop changed locations depending on whoever needed it.

"What was supposed to be here, Tim?" Dick peeked at his phone.

"A magical coffee shop that appears for those in need and travels all around the world. They have really good cakes and it's run by this cute girl!" By his drunken stupidity, he failed to get her number or last name, so he only had her first name and a fuzzy memory of her beauty.

"Remind me to never let you near alcohol again." Dick patted his back.

"I told her I'm Red Robin."

"You what?!" 

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[machifuwa]

(3/8) Mizutama Pattern | Youth is the Color of Summer

At The Same Time, At a Summer Festival

Note: Same time as Hinata and Tetora in the previous episode

Nagisa: Hey Ibara, those are called tornado fries. I've never seen that food before.

How are they different from French fries? They seem to share the same raw material, potatoes, so is there any fundamental difference?

Ibara: Just by changing the name and shape, it becomes a rarity. The texture may be different, but the taste is not so different.

(Really... What am I doing here?)

About an Hour Ago, CosPro Establishment

Ibara: (...? A message from Hinata-kun?)

("There seems to be a summer festival today~♪" I'm not sure if I should just reply with "Oh, really?")

(I've never had a subordinate make personal contact with me, so it's hard for me to respond.)

(I have already read it. Let's just say I was at work and couldn't reply.)

Nagisa: Contact from whom?

Ibara: Eh?

Nagisa: For a moment, you got a subtle look on your face.

Ibara: I'm surprised you noticed that, since you've been reading the book. But it's not that big of a deal.

I just received a message from Hinata-kun stating that there is a summer festival today. There was also a picture of the poster attached.

Nagisa: ...Fufu, So that's the kind of contact Ibara gets. Hinata-kun is a friendly kid, isn't he?

May I look at the photos?

Ibara: It's not a particularly interesting photo. Here you go.

Nagisa: "There seems to be a summer festival today~♪", "Why not take a break from work, Vice President?"

Ibara: No, umm. Why are you reading the message out loud?

Nagisa: Why don't you take a break?

Ibara: Can you at least answer my question? I mean, I'm not going to go to a summer festival just because you asked me to.

Nagisa: ...Oh, really? Well, I would like to go to this summer festival.

Ibara: His Excellency, at the summer festival?

(He doesn't have any plans for today. It is unlikely that anything will occur unexpectedly. Therefore, there is no reason to not allow His Excellency...)

I have administrative work to do so I will not be able to accompany you. You don't have any work so it's fine for you to go.

Ibara: (...Is what I said but I ended up coming with His Excellency even though I just went to send him out.)

(When he said "If I find something rare, I'll buy it for Ibara, too." I had no choice but to go along with you!)

(Summer festival halls are lined with nothing but things that arouse His Excellency's curiosity and inquisitiveness!)

Nagisa: .....♪

Ibara: You seem to be having a good time, Your Excellency. But you are only observing the stalls and not buying anything.

Nagisa: ...Yes. I have learned that summer festivals are fun enough just to watch.

But to be honest, there were so many unknown foods that I didn't know what to buy. I thought about trying them in order from one end to the other, but...

Ibara: ...Please don't. I mean, Your Excellency's allowance won't be able buy everything.

Nagisa: I was going to leave the payment to Ibara. I knew they wouldn't taste good anyway, so I decided not to.

But I'd like to have at least one thing to eat. Why don't you pick for me? I'll follow your instructions.

Ibara: It was His Excellency who wanted to come to the summer festival in the first place, and you didn't come here to listen to another person's instructions, right?

Based on the menu I have planned for this evening, I've calculated the calories, so no need to worry.

(The stalls in front of us are, from right to left, powdered, sweet, powdered, fried, and all powdered foods... Well then, what shall we do?)

(...Hmm? That stall is...)

Nagisa: It says "target shooting". Are you interested in that stall by any chance?

Ibara: I simply looked away. Or rather, please don't follow my gaze.

Nagisa: Isn't target shooting a shooting game, just like what the name suggests? The boy there looks like he's holding a gun.

Ibara: That's a cork gun for target shooting. The cork ball from the cork gun is used to hit the prizes lined up at the back of the stall.

If you can knock over or shoot down the prizes in a row, you win a prize... Well, it's a common type of entertainment at festivals and fairs.

Nagisa: Sounds interesting. I'd like to give it a go before I buy some food and get my hands full.

Ibara: Fumu, you seem interested. Understood.

Excuse me. One turn for the two of us, please.

Nagisa: You're going to play too, Ibara?

Ibara: Eh? Oh...

I just went with the flow and said it was for two people. I will only watch over His Excellency.

I'll give my share to His Excellency, so would you like to play twice?

Nagisa: ...I'll take one too. I'm looking forward to seeing what prizes Ibara will win.

Ibara: You may look forward to it but, high-end prizes usually don't fall over, and shooting them down will only add to your baggage.

(...But first of all, the first step is to choose a gun. Shall we use this gun, which seems to wear out less?)

(Select new cork balls that are in good shape as much as possible... and pull the lever to fill...)

(The drawback is that the cork is only pushed out by air, so it is not always possible for the cork to fly in the targeted direction.)

(It is useless to expect accuracy from such a light toy gun. I'll use my skill and ability to win here.)

Ibara: .....

Nagisa: You look very serious. Ibara, do you actually like target shooting? You seem to be familiar with the cork gun.

Ibara: No, I'm new to target shooting myself. What I have is experience in target practice.

But I'm just a man who learned from the past... I'm not going to miss a shot if I have a gun, even if it's a fake one.

I'm going to shoot down a high value prize that is generally said to be impossible to win♪

Nagisa: Even though I've already missed two shots, it's still very fun.

Ibara: Ahaha☆ It's rare to see someone as omniscient and omnipotent as you, Your Excellency!

But, you are His Excellency. I am sure you will win some prizes before you run out of cork balls.

Nagisa: ...You seem very confident. You're definitely going to get that big prize.

Ibara: As long as I can finally drop it, I win. If I can't get it off with one shot, I just have to get it off with a second modified shot.

And shooting... No. When it comes to marksmanship, I'm just as good as His Excellency.

......♪

< EPISODE 3 END >

Story: “Mizutama Pattern” [Youth is the Color of Summer]

Story by: 梅田千歳 (Happy Elements株式会社)

Characters in this Episode: Ibara, Nagisa (Hinata; mentioned)

Reminder: I did not create this story, but I translated it, so please refrain from reposting my translation on other social media platforms.

I apologize if there are any mistakes as well.

(Prev - All - Next) Thank you for reading!

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

not okay, m | jjk, myg

full title: I'm Not Okay (I Promise)

pairing(s): yoongi x reader, ft. jungkook

summary: Jeon Jungkook fucked up. He talked shit about emo girls. Min Yoongi decides he's going to make him take back what he said, make him beg and plead and cry to be touched by the sexiest woman he knows. Never mind that you were a goth in high school and not an emo.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship (Yoongi/you); definitely a scheme to seduce a clueless JK; threesome smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics, m-masturbation + daydreaming, edging / orgasm denial, inappropriate (but wanted) touching in public, a lot of begging, hair-pulling, scratching / marking, thigh-riding, handjob, choking, ball squeezing, restraints, cowgirl, nipple play, handcuff and anal vibrator usage, doggy, little bit of m-receiving oral, finger sucking); tbh Jungkook is a mess, is forced to make messes, and likes it; fluff; shifts from all three POVs; black-haired, sub!JK x noona, dom!reader x blue-haired, dom!Yoongi

yes, there are My Chemical Romance references, I'm aware MCR don't like being considered emo, we know labels =/= how someone truly is; yes, it's PTD (emo for a hot second) JK and Yoongi

--

"Is that what you think?"

Jeon Jungkook flicked the long black bangs over his left eye, laughing. "Yeah, these are just extensions. I thought it would be funny. I don't actually think this kind of style looks good on me."

A sharp click of the tongue. "No, the other part. About women."

Jungkook blinked, bewildered. Then he slowly remembered, recalling his words. "Oh... I just meant I wouldn't be attracted to a girl with a more emo, edgy style."

The deep voice was sharp and accusatory. "You said it was cringey."

"Ah... well... a little?"

Those pointed, cat-like eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Uh... hyung?"

Min Yoongi frowned and stood up.

"We will see about that, Jungkook."

Jungkook watched him go, even more confused than before.

"Why did that sound like a threat...?"

-

Because it was.

The next time they went out to eat together, Min Yoongi brought his girlfriend with him. She didn't often tag along. When his friends asked Yoongi about it, he just laughed.

"It's because you guys are too fucking loud."

The few times she did come with him, she was relatively quiet. She had an unapproachable air about her, intimidating in the way that a single eye shift and locked-on attention could cause heart palpitations. Everything about her image seemed far too sleek and refined for everyday life. Her gestures, her walk, her style. Minimalist outfits, mostly white and black. It was obvious that she had a nice body, but none of her clothes implied that she was advertising it, at least when she was hanging out with her boyfriend's friends.

There was one exception.

She always smelled delicious.

Noticeable, addictive, gourmand, always making you turn your head just to smell it again. A hint of ginger to startle, followed by the warmth of marshmallow and the earthly scent of green tea. It blended with her skin, turning warmer and muskier as the evening went on, making you wish that you could smell the bedsheets that laid against that sweet-smelling body later that night.

Very troubling for Yoongi's friends for his girlfriend to smell like pure sex and then gaze at them with such intensity when spoken to, startlingly similar to Yoongi himself.

"Hello, Jungkook. Surprising that you're the only one here."

Jeon Jungkook was so stunned that his brain seemed to cease all functions. He was completely frozen, eyes and mouth wide open, not believing the sight in front of him.

Yoongi?

His hyung was dressed normally. Black cardigan, white shirt, black jeans. His hair was light blue now, a cool-toned, steel azure. The color made his fair skin glow and his dark brown eyes stand out.

His girlfriend?

Her hair was loose and wild, partially covering the left side of her face. Dark eye makeup and dark crimson lips. Large, loose black shirt hanging off one shoulder, with a black leather choker and silver chain that clipped to the button placket of her shirt with a clasp. Her bra strap was obvious, meant to be seen, the delicate lace pattern molding around the top of the cup that was barely visible. The shirt was long enough to cover her ass, belted at the waist with a black leather belt adorned by a silver moon-shaped buckle. Sheer black stockings with seemingly intentional rips and sleek black velvet heels.

"Yoongi said you think emo girls are cringey," she chuckled, looking down at him, smirk on her plump, defined lips.

Jungkook sputtered, feeling his face burn. "N-No, noona, that's not what I meant, I–" He was attempting to restore brain function, but he was rapidly losing blood up top and it was gushing down below.

This had to be the hardest part of living.

"I had to remind him that I was a goth in high school, not an emo. They're slightly different."

She bent at the waist and adjusted the chair before sitting down next to him, giving Jungkook half a second to view her perky tits encased in black lace, her chest smelling so fucking good that he nearly passed out. He jerked his head away, glancing at Yoongi in sheer panic.

The older man gave him a completely blank expression.

Their previous conversation echoed in Jungkook’s head. We will see about that.

"The rest of them aren't coming today. I'm treating Jungkook," Yoongi was explaining.

His girlfriend tilted her head. "I thought you said Hoseok was coming."

"He was, but then something came up."

"Hmm..." She raised an eyebrow at Yoongi. He straightened his cardigan, noticing her discerning gaze, and raised one back.

It was only then that Jungkook realized they weren't sitting next to each other, but on either side of him, boxing him against the wall. Now Jungkook could smell Yoongi too, wearing a spicy, woodsy cologne that mixed with his skin to become warmer and more comforting, except right now it was scaring the shit out of him because he didn't understand why they weren't sitting next to each other.

"Ah..."

He simply pointed to the empty chair in front of him, unable to finish his sentence.

Yoongi looked over to see what he was pointing at. "Hm?"

"You're right, I should move it so the server has easier access to our table."

And she dragged the chair to the side.

"Very considerate of you, Jungkook."

She smiled at him and he swore the proximity was causing his sanity to crumble to dust. He saw her tuck her black purse behind her perky, round ass. It had a small pin on it of a devil reading a book titled, Guide to Eternal Torture.

A cutesy yet ominous image.

At this point, Jungkook realized he was staring at her ass and the raised hem of the shirtdress, revealing the fact that the stockings were thigh-highs. The black garter straps were straining against her juicy thighs as she adjusted her long legs under the table.

Fuck.

He bolted out of his seat, mumbling and stumbling past her, the alluring scent of her perfume enticing him as he squeezed past.

"B-Bathroom, be right back!"

-

You watched Jungkook run off, clamping his hands below his stomach, raising your eyebrows as he and his tight black jeans sprinted to the bathroom.

"Hm."

You turned back to your boyfriend who was looking at the menu like it was the most intriguing piece of art he had ever laid his eyes on. You stuck your tongue in your cheek and breathed out, waiting for him to continue. Yoongi didn't look up. You didn’t really expect him to. You waited out of politeness.

"How long am I torturing him for?" you finally asked.

"Until he takes back what he said about you," your boyfriend responded dryly.

You laughed, shaking your head. "I don't think it was directed at me specifically. Does he even know that this is what I usually dress like? Or why you always tell me to dress simpler when I come with you to eat with all of them?"

Those dark brown eyes flickered up.

Yoongi's perfect lips curved into a small smirk.

You rolled your eyes. "Of course, he doesn't."

He lowered the menu, raising his chin defiantly as he spoke. "My reason is still valid. You saw how Jungkook acted. He a mess around you."

"I don't ooze sex, Yoongi. You're exaggerating."

He cocked a brow. "I beg to differ. I would wager he's jacking off in the bathroom right now."

He drummed the table with his fingertips, challenging you to bet on it. You waved a hand, dismissing the challenge. Wasn't like you could miss that tent. You circumvented back to the matter at hand.

"Did Jungkook actually say that? About emo girls being cringey?"

Yoongi shrugged. "Something like that."

You frowned. "Really? With his eyebrow piercing and tattoos? And his black hoodie and jeans?"

Your boyfriend went back to the menu. "Projecting, I think you called it?"

-

Yes, Jungkook washed his hands before throwing himself into a stall and touching his dick.

He wasn't gross.

Would be really great if his dick had calmed down on his own, but her perfume lingered on Jungkook's hoodie sleeve, just the faintest trace on his left arm, and he pressed it against his nose, inhaling.

Fuck, why does she smell so good?

His right hand was undoing his pants, his eyes and fingers closing in, focusing on his throbbing erection fighting his underwear. Maybe if he just touched it on the outside, it would be fine...

Her face popped into his head, complete with the little quirk of her eyebrow.

Nope.

Jungkook shoved his hand into his boxer briefs and pushed them down, teeth biting his hoodie sleeve so he could smell her perfume as he stroked his cock, feeling somewhat dirty about it, but mostly violently horny. It wasn't like he could stop his brain. He couldn't go out there with a massive boner either, so he had to do what he had to do. It was only a few thoughts anyway, thinking about her thighs under the table and wondering how they would feel wrapped around him, wondering if she would let him rip those stockings off and bite those delicious legs, wondering if he could undo that belt and unwrap that body and press his nose against that sweet-smelling skin and taste it with his tongue, planting kisses over those beautiful breasts with her hand around his cock instead of his own, pumping him to her unforgiving pace, forcing him to moan into her skin, abusing his stiff length with her tight grip and expansive strokes, his hands gripping her soft thighs and his whines saturating the air, pleading, begging her to let him cum.

Would she edge me?

His hand abruptly stopped.

Jungkook used every ounce of willpower to avoid whimpering into his own sleeve.

His whole body was achingly tense, screaming at him to finish, but he refused, shoving his whole face into the thick fabric and breathing hard, clenching his jaw and his twitching cock, imagining her pretty face with a smug, sadistic smirk, those dark lips teasingly telling him he could finish inside her.

-

"What are you doing?"

The pale hand dance in the air, beckoning the waitress over.

"Ordering."

You tilted your head. "Jungkook isn't back yet. You should wait for him."

Yoongi shrugged. "I know what he likes." His gaze flickered to you. "Meat."

You narrowed your eyes. Yoongi gazed back, unfazed. You knew that look. You knew how to read between the lines. To everyone else, Yoongi was a 3D puzzle with a million pieces, but to you, he might as well have been a children's picture book.

The side of his lips quirked upward, so faint you would have missed it if you weren’t looking for it.

He did have very nice pictures in his book. You'll give him that.

You ticked your right eyebrow so subtly that no one caught it but him. He, too, knew that to look for. His smirk grew, pleased at your wordless communication.

You were dating a real troublemaker.

You smirked back as the waitress arrived at your table, apologizing for keeping you waiting. One look from both Yoongi and you, and she nearly dropped her notepad, fumbling with the pen, cheeks flushing pink.

Trouble did tend to find trouble.

-

Jungkook had determined he hadn't done anything wrong. He didn't actually orgasm in the bathroom stall thinking about Yoongi's girlfriend while smelling her remaining perfume on his clothes as the said couple sat in the restaurant, awaiting his return.

Well.

Now that he mentally described it like that, it did sound kind of fucked.

Crap.

He saw a blob of black in his peripheral vision and looked up to see Yoongi's girlfriend stride past him, fragrant-smelling hair drifting behind her, his head turning automatically to follow the sight, entranced by the movement of her hips and hair, only to find her glancing back at him, foxy smile dancing on those dark lips.

He swore she mouthed his name.

Maybe even said it?

Jungkook blinked and she was no longer looking in his direction, heading to the women’s bathroom and rolling up her sleeves, clearly going to wash her hands.

He was seeing things.

Yes.

Just horny and delusional.

"I ordered the beef plate for you. If you don't like it, we can order something else."

Jungkook looked down at the streaming, sizzling platter of seared beef and vegetables, feeling his stomach growl as he sat down.

"No, hyung, this is great. Thank you."

"Hm, that's good. You can start eating, I'm going to wash my hands."

Yoongi began to stand up, brushing off his pants. Jungkook jerked his head up, seeing the older male push his chair back, light blue hair falling over his forehead.

"Um, h-hyung?"

"Mmm?"

Those dark brown orbs flickered to him.

"Er..."

Yoongi tilted his head.

"Erm... why is noona here? I thought you said… you were just treating me to a meal...?"

Yoongi tilted his head the other way, slowly, unreadable expression in those cat-like eyes.

"I am. I'm paying today."

He raised his head and smiled. Jungkook tore his eyes away from Yoongi to see her weaving through the crowd to make her way back to the table, silver chain hanging from her black choker glittering in the overhead restaurant lights, exposed shoulder and collarbone a stark contrast to her all-black outfit, body shape so exquisite that it wasn't only Yoongi and Jungkook watching her walk. Many pairs of eyes followed her wake, some shy, some unabashed and brazen.

"Besides, she is a treat, isn't she?" Yoongi purred.

She had made eye contact with Jungkook and her lips curved into a small, amused smile.

Any response he had to Yoongi’s words died in his throat.

"Too bad you think that style is cringey, otherwise you might have had a shot, Jungkook."

-

You sat back down as Yoongi waltzed off, gesturing to his hands, leaving you with the Korean equivalent of Steve Rogers from 1943 to 2011, complete with what you presumed to be a very nice ass if the rest of Jeon Jungkook was anything to go by. Ah, well, you trusted genetics. Surely nature would have blessed Jungkook with a good booty. You looked over to him. He wasn’t moving.

Wasn’t even blinking.

You snapped your fingers in front of his face and Jungkook started, jumping in his seat, his wide brown orbs shakily shifting to you. You made eye contact and he quickly looked away, swallowing hard.

Come on, surely, it's not that serious.

Jungkook ran a hand through his short black hair and snuck a glance at you. Or, more specifically, your chest. Ah. Was that it?

"Something wrong?" you asked, picking up your chopsticks.

"N... No...?"

You had to smile. Jungkook didn't even sound like he believed himself. You pointed to your collarbone.

"Too much?"

His brown orbs shot up. Silence. You locked eyes with him, keeping him in place. You witnessed his inner struggle now, trying to decide between what he thought was the right answer and what his instincts were telling him.

"Aren't you... uncomfortable, noona?"

You chuckled, picking up a piece from your pork belly dish and blowing off the steam. "Me? Of course not. People stare at me all the time. Might as well dress how I want." You dabbed the extra oil off on the side of the plate and brought it to your lips. Your eyes flickered to the younger man. He was still watching you, his own lips parted, wispy black strands over his forehead, accenting his dark brows and the silver bar piercing on the right side. Poor guy. Jungkook really picked the wrong man to project to, the one whose girlfriend never grew out of her goth phase.

You brought the meat close to your mouth.

Let your tongue snake out for a millisecond between your open lips.

His eyeballs nearly fell out of his head.

This is too easy.

You placed the hot meat into your tongue and closed your lips around it, chewing slowly, maintaining eye contact.

Not speaking.

Yoongi was surely overreacting to something Jungkook probably didn't think too much about before saying it, but that was fine with you because Yoongi told you to cause some trouble. You liked causing trouble. That's how you got Yoongi. Trouble attracted trouble. Still, he had something planned. You could tell. Maybe even guess.

You smiled at Jungkook and he gulped so loudly you could hear it over the sizzling meat.

-

Otherwise you might have had a shot, Jungkook.

What did that mean?

Jungkook was having a mild panic attack throughout the entire meal, even when Yoongi suggested they get beers. His girlfriend was driving, so only he and his hyung drank as they ate. They barely talked. Jungkook’s brain was too busy trying to break down the meaning of the mysterious phrase, replaying Yoongi’s words over and over.

You might have had a shot.

A shot at what?

What, exactly?!

Jungkook snuck a glance at Yoongi’s girlfriend and she was looking back, cocking an eyebrow when they made eye contact. He flinched and peeked at Yoongi's expression. His hyung was chewing his beef slowly, staring into space.

Have had a shot.

Maybe Jungkook needed to do shots to be a normal human being at this point.

"You're pretty quiet today, Jungkook."

His dick twitched in his pants.

Jungkook threw one thigh over the other and mashed his dick between them.

"Ah... sorry..." he mumbled, fixated on his beer glass.

Yoongi rapped his forearm with the end of his chopsticks. "Look at people when you talk to them."

Jungkook swallowed and looked up at her. "S-Sorry, noona."

She tipped her head and frowned slightly. "Is there something wrong? Did I say something to make you upset?" She looked apologetic. "I'm sorry if my presence is ruining your time with your hyung."

He jerked his head to said hyung. Yoongi prodded at something in between his teeth with the end of his chopstick and gave Jungkook a confused look, as if to say, what are you looking at me for?

"Um... no," Jungkook finally said, shaking his head and turning back to her. "No, noona. I'm glad you're here. It's really nice to see you."

"You're barely looking at her."

His ears burned at Yoongi's dry remark.

She perked up, pointing to her collarbones. "Is this bothering you? It's too much, isn't it?" she chuckled, jingling the chain on the choker and making his dick jolt between his clasped, jean-covered thighs. "You really don't like this style, huh?"

Jungkook darted his eyes to Yoongi, who pointedly stared back, giving him zero context clues except for reminding him of what he said before the meal.

A shot.

“Uh, that isn’t it, noona. Ah, actually…”

Jungkook chewed on his lip nervously, focusing on her instead of Yoongi. She turned her body, giving her full attention to him. He couldn’t tell if that was better or worse. The guilt ate away at him. Minutes passed by. So many, in fact, that it was getting awkward. His neck was on fire, his ears were red-hot, he was pretty sure his cheeks were flushed, and not from alcohol, yet he still he couldn’t say shit to those dark eyes and crimson lips, trapped by the gaze of the woman in black, feeling like he just booked himself a room in the Hotel Bella Muerte.

“Are you okay, Jungkook?” she asked, shadows of an amused open-mouthed smirk on those lips.

Was he?

“Er, yeah… I’m okay,” he croaked, coughing to clear his throat.

Yoongi snorted.

Jungkook shook his head quickly, letting out a small growl of frustration. “Actually, no, noona, I’m not okay.” He rubbed his forehead and exhaled hard, biting his lip as he faced her questioning expression. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said the style you’re wearing is cringey, because it’s not. It’s really not. You look amazing. You always have, but you look extra cool and sexy today and I feel really bad saying something like that because I should have thought about how other people could look and pull off that style, but I didn’t, I was only thinking about how stupid I looked when I was fifteen and I assumed–”

Her hand shot out and she pressed two fingers to his lips, silencing him.

“Shh,” she hummed, fully smirking now. “You assumed and thus you got yourself in trouble, didn’t you?”

She’s touching me!

Jungkook jerked his eyes to Yoongi, who was nibbling on his last piece of steak and ignoring Jungkook’s panic. He added a bit of the sauce and popped the meat in his mouth, chewing slowly. It was like she and Jungkook weren’t talking at all or, rather, Yoongi wasn’t concerning himself with it.

Her fingers slid down, pressing into Jungkook’s lower lip.

He very nearly made a noise, quickly darting his gaze back to Yoongi’s girlfriend.

“Hey, Jungkook.”

Why was she saying his name like that? Like… like she was sexing it with her tongue or something? Oh, shit, he was going crazy. He had to be. It was all in his head. She must be saying his name normally. Had to be. Yoongi’s girlfriend? Flirting with him? No, no, absolutely not. And certainly not in front of Yoongi. Even if his hyung was pretending to be deaf, he was definitely not deaf. Yoongi was the kind of guy who would smack a stranger looking at his woman funny.

This?

It was all in his head.

Her fingertips slid to the side of his lips, tracing the shape.

R… Right?

“You think I look extra cool and sexy today?” she mused, licking her lips.

Jungkook could smell her perfume off her wrist. Sweet, musky, seductive. His thighs were so tightly clasped together that Jungkook was pretty sure his dick was pointing straight down with how erect it was at the moment.

“Ah… w-well… a b-bit…?”

Clink!

Jungkook yelped as cold water flew into his lap, immediately spreading his legs as the glass tumbled onto the tabletop. Yoongi swiftly stopped it, sighing exaggeratedly.

“Ah, my bad, that was quite clumsy of me…”

“Shit, Jungkook, are you okay?”

Her fingertips left his lip and he could finally breathe, only to squeak sharply as hands planted firmly onto his thighs and crotch, bunched-up napkins dabbing the excess water away, quickly soaking it up with the paper.

“You should be more careful Yoongi, sheesh…”

“Sorry, Jungkook, here, take these.”

Jungkook vaguely registered Yoongi saying her name apologetically as well, but at the moment he was not okay, very not okay, he promised this was the most not okay he had ever been in his entire life as Yoongi’s girlfriend mopped up water from his inner thighs and crotch, molding her hands around his dick, yes, his actual straining hard-on was being touched by her hands and it was getting harder by the fucking second, her hurriedly wiping the water off, acting like this was completely normal and not like his cock was trying to rip out of his pants.

“Ack, noona, w-wait…!”

He tried to sit up and Yoongi’s hand came down on his shoulder, holding him in place.

“Good idea, get under his ass just in case.”

Jungkook nearly blacked out as her napkin-covered hands slid under him and cupped the inside of his legs and bottom half of his ass, patting around. Her palms cupped his balls for a hot second.

He was fucked.

Utterly fucked.

Jungkook whimpered in his throat.

Her hands immediately stopped.

She looked up at him, very serious. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

Jungkook shook his head from side to side so quickly that his vision blurred. “Yes.”

She shared a glance with Yoongi. The older man sighed and stood up, squeezing his shoulder as he leaned down to Jungkook’s ear.

“You want her to keep touching you or not?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, jerking his head to Yoongi. Those dark brown orbs looked back at him, demanding the truth.

“I didn’t spill that water for nothing.”

It was only then that it dawned onto Jungkook.

This was a set up. He was being set up. His hyung had set him up.

This whole fucking thing was a set up.

We will see about that, Jungkook.

She was cleaning his seat off and gently tapped his thigh. “It’s dry now. I think you’re okay.”

Jungkook decided that he really did not care about being set up. He did not give a single shit that he fell for it wholly and completely like a gullible idiot. He whipped his head back to Yoongi’s girlfriend, who was sighing ruefully, giving Yoongi the side-eye, muttering under her breath so only they could hear.

“What do you think he’s gonna do, Yoongi, ask to fuck me?” she hissed, placing the wad of wet napkins onto the table.

Too bad you think that style is cringey, otherwise you might have had a shot.

Jungkook’s hand shot out and squeezed her thigh.

“Can I fuck you, noona?” he breathed, chest tight.

He dug his nails into the sheer stocking, ripping new holes.

“If hyung lets me?”

-

"Yoongi, what are you thinking?"

Your boyfriend smiled. Very nonchalant. Nearly innocent. You knew better. This was Min Yoongi after all. His cardigan was off now. His broad shoulders in the white t-shirt were very distracting. Actually, so were his arms, now toned and more defined. Yoongi had recently taken an interest in working out.

His smile turned into a smirk. "What?"

You narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously. You noticed movement under you and smacked Jeon Jungkook's hand down so he was no longer picking at the peach fuzz in his face. He gasped in surprise, but you ignored him, completely focused on your rather troublesome boyfriend.

"You can't be serious."

You felt fingers brushing against the hem of your shirtdress, playing with the edge of the fabric. Yoongi was kneeling behind Jungkook, who was sitting on your bed, and the younger man was now messing with your outfit as you and Yoongi continued your conversation about him.

Your boyfriend leaned down and placed his hands on Jungkook's jaw, laying down his deft fingers one by one, lifting that chiseled chin up, those wide brown eyes now looking at your face, paired with the amused, cat-like ones.

"I am serious," Yoongi murmured. "You should teach him a lesson."

You pursed your lips. "He already apologized. That's enough."

Yoongi tilted his head, clicking his tongue.

"No, it's not."

Your eyes flickered down and you raised an eyebrow at Jungkook's interruption. "What was that?"

He gulped under your stern gaze. "Um..."

Yoongi smiled pleasantly, removing his hands from Jungkook's face. "See? He wants it."

"He's your friend, Yoongi. We're going to have to see him in person later. You want him to be horny every second he's around me?"

Yoongi placed his palm on the crown of Jungkook's head, drumming his fingers slowly. Light blue strands curled around his dark brows and eyes, playful smirk on his shapely pink lips. His deep voice was a low, alluring drawl.

"He already is."

Jungkook nodded very fast to agree. He was trying to hide the keen excitement in his eyes by not speaking, but his eager expression was giving him away as Yoongi slowly chipped away at common sense. You grabbed Jungkook's chin and squeezed, holding him in place. His breathing hitched in your hand, small whimper of your name leaving his lips.

"Don't look at me like that," you scolded.

"Like what?" Jungkook asked with shaking eyes and a small pout.

You kept switching from Jungkook's to Yoongi's eyes because if you looked too long into those pleading brown orbs, you might actually crack. You spoke slowly, emphasizing each word.

"Like you're desperate for it."

A low, dangerous chuckle.

Your gaze fixated on Yoongi. He was about to do something.

His long fingers worked into that short black hair and yanked back, making Jungkook gasp and shiver as he was pulled from your hand, your name falling from his lips in a breathy moan as his eyes continued to watch you, waiting, needing, begging.

"P... Please, noona..."

Yoongi's grip tightened in those black locks, Jungkook whimpering at the roughness, his own hands clutching your shirtdress, tugging at it.

"I'm telling you to do it," Yoongi purred, smokey and dark, staring into your eyes.

Jungkook was pulling your shirt now, pulling you to him, getting you to straddle his lap, you glaring at Yoongi's smirking face the entire time, annoyed that he put you in this position, and yet you knew something of this nature was coming the second he pulled you aside earlier today and asked you to dress the way you normally did because he was going to take you out to eat with Jungkook and Hoseok. Jung Hoseok already knew about your eccentric fashion sense and, while it did spook him a little the first time, he often sent you links of clothes that reminded him of you. You didn't think much of Jungkook being there. He was the youngest and Yoongi often treated him to a nice meal, although usually without you.

"Unbutton the top more."

Yoongi had adjusted the exposed shoulder himself and handed you the leather choker.

"Wear this one."

You had given him a skeptical look. "You suiting me up for some kind of mission?"

Yoongi had smiled mysteriously.

"We're going to make Jungkookie's life a living hell and he's going to like it."

Apparently, Yoongi's mission was to tempt and torture Jungkook until he was mildly insane and then subsequently draw out the younger man’s ravenous desperation so that Jungkook was now clawing at your thighs and whimpering under you, trying to get you to fuck him, shuddering every time he attempted to raise his hands and Yoongi punished him by yanking at his hair in warning.

"She hasn't said yes yet. No higher until she says yes," Yoongi snapped, not taking his eyes off you and your body.

"B-But..."

You slapped a hand down on Jungkook's mouth and squeezed harshly, digging your nails into his cheekbones.

"Shh. I'm thinking."

You closed your eyes.

Breathed out.

-

"You know the only hope for me is you, right?"

"That's a little dramatic, Yoongi."

Those dark brown, cat-like eyes glittered, full of mischief.

"You always play along with my ideas."

"They're all very good. You are a genius."

You loved the way Yoongi smiled at you, endearing and sweet with a hint of cunning cleverness. He liked to invent new ways to keep your life interesting. Being with Min Yoongi was never boring.

"I doubt you'll be able to shock me though. I've seen it all." You, too, enjoyed challenging him and being challenged. That was part of the fun.

That's why you carried on with his black parade.

Yoongi chuckled. "Mmm, famous last words."

-

“Don’t let him move.”

His veins were on fire, chest shuddering as his head was pulled back, back, his spine arching to an almost uncomfortable position, but he didn’t care, only feeling pleasure as she leaned down, hovering over his body, her hand on his mouth, gasps trapped on his tongue while her own extended from those dark lips, down, down, her other hand grabbing a fistful of his hoodie and yanking down the neckline.

The tip of her tongue touched the space right between his collarbones.

She removed her hand.

Jeon Jungkook moaned, hot and wanton, sinfully right in front of Min Yoongi’s face as Yoongi’s girlfriend licked up his throat, tracing his Adam’s apple and scraping her teeth against it, before sliding up to his chin, stopping right before his lips.

Exactly where the mole under his lower lip was, tip of the wet muscle unmoving.

Those sharp eyes shrouded in black eyeshadow and dark eyeliner looked down on him.

“Please, n-noona…”

He didn’t care if he was being pathetic, tearing at her stockings with his fingernails, unashamedly imploring for more.

She didn’t speak. Yoongi spoke for her.

“Please what?” his hyung murmured, massaging his scalp slowly.

His cock was so hard that it physically hurt being trapped in his jeans like this. Any sanity he had left was being obliterated into pure, unadulterated lust. Jungkook didn’t care anymore about right or wrong. Whatever they let him have, he would take. He would beg and plead and cry if he had to. Whatever it took.

He whimpered, his thighs tensing with need.

“P-Please fuck me…”

I want it.

I need it.

I crave it.

She raised her tongue and flickered it over his lips. He moaned, shaking, his hands dropping from her thighs, reaching between his own legs and rubbing his painful erection through the zipper of his jeans, nearly sobbing as Yoongi’s fingers tightened, nails raking at his scalp.

“I can’t t-take it anymore… please… whatever you want to do, just do it, please, please touch me, I can’t s-stand it, I’m so h-hard…”

She pressed her knee down onto the back of his hands and Jungkook whimpered, so aroused that even that felt good, simply knowing she was applying the pressure, his balls suffocating a little against the center seam because of how thick and stiff he had become.

“Are you a little bit of a masochist, Jungkook?” she whispered, licking his lower lip gently.

Instead of answering right away, he pulled his hands out from under her knee and pressed it down onto his aching cock, his eyes rolling back and moaning deeply, forcefully raising his hips up, slightly pulling on his own hair in the process.

“Hyung, noona, please…”

The friction was almost painful, but the leaking pre-cum had soaked into his underwear, the slickness rubbing against the head, the added pressure of her knee slightly crushing his erection being his own self-inflicted pain that only added to the pleasure.

Jungkook gazed at her with half-lidded eyes, shuddering.

“Destroy me more.”

-

Min Yoongi liked to watch his woman work.

She was the best, she knew she was the best, and she only got better the longer she was with him. Of course, he loved her working him most. But Yoongi also enjoyed keeping things interesting. Being an assistant to the master was just as fun. And besides, they had a much more equal power dynamic and that’s what they liked.

But Jeon Jungkook.

He pulled Jungkook’s hoodie off, taking the shirt underneath with it, bare chest exposed to sharp black nails that immediately sent Jungkook into a spiraling mess of moans, falling back as those dark lips attacked the tanned skin, leaving marks all over that muscular body. Yoongi placed a hand under that sharp chin and pressed the younger male’s head to his chest.

He liked this too, this power.

Yoongi pressed his fingertips into Jungkook’s chin and raked his nails over that quivering throat.

He didn’t expect anyone to understand how or why he operated the way he did. He only needed one person to understand and she was currently yanking off Jungkook’s jeans and black boxer briefs with vicious vigor, throwing them aside before climbing off his lap.

Yoongi placed his hand over Jungkook’s eyes and wordlessly took his sight.

He liked the sounds Jungkook made. Needy, desperate, and strikingly beautiful. He had a wonderful quality to his voice, pouring all of his emotion into it. Nice cock too. Very hard, very red, a good length and girth. Yoongi chuckled, amused at the younger man’s eagerness. He lowered his head, whispering into that ear with three quivering silver hoops.

“So cringey, isn’t it?” he taunted.

Jungkook whined in his hands, trembling tone saturated with apology. “I’m sorry, hyung, I’m so sorry, I take it back, I didn’t mean it, p-please believe me...”

Out of the corner of his eyes he saw his woman remove her panties and step out of them. Stockings and garter belt stayed on though. She had style. He smirked, humming softly to mask her movement.

“You don’t have to say sorry to me.”

He removed his hand and she dropped her bare pussy onto Jungkook’s naked thigh.

-

Wet, hot, and sweet.

“Oooh, fuck…”

He lifted his head, eyes hazy and unfocused, greeted by the sight of Yoongi’s girlfriend straddling his thigh and rubbing her pussy all over him, the scent of her perfume mixing with the scent of her sex, thick and delicious and intoxicating, her soaked opening flexing against his hard muscle, driving him insane, disappointed that she was still mostly dressed.

“Noona…”

Jungkook reached for the belt at her waist, expecting Yoongi to stop him, but he didn’t, letting Jungkook unbuckle it, his hands shaking badly from the pleasure of her pussy touching his naked skin. The gentle slap of her thigh against his balls and cock not enough. He wanted to be touched, but those scrutinizing eyes indicated that she would touch him when she wanted and no sooner. It was making him lose his mind, but he loved it, moaning her name deep from his chest as he struggled to undo the small buttons, flinching and shuddering with her movements.

“I’m sorry, noona…” he gasped, staring into those sultry dark eyes.

She reached up and touched his lips, tracing the shape with her nail, sending shivers all over his body.

“You gonna watch your mouth from now on, Jungkook?” she murmured, trapping him with her gaze, turning the shivers into brimming electricity.

“Y-Yes, noona…”

He undid the last button and she swiftly removed her hand from his mouth and smacked his away, shrugging out of the shirtdress and tossing it to the floor before reaching down to her ass. She opened her mouth and her tongue snaked out, shiny with saliva, using her hands to spread her ass and pussy, squelching down on his hard, tense muscle.

“A-Ah, so good…”

And now he could feel more, the inner lips of her pussy now rubbing on his skin with her clit, slick and slippery, muscles of her opening constricting and relaxing on his thigh, an indescribable feeling, sensual and dirty and raw, the control so precise that her smug expression and upper body remained relaxed, hips still moving at the same rough pace.

Yoongi’s fingers tangled in his hair again, husky voice at his ear.

“Put the fingers of your right hand in her mouth.”

Jungkook obeyed as if spellbound, raising his hand and dipping his fingers into that waiting mouth, her warm tongue wrapping around them and coating them with her saliva, pink muscle gliding between his joints and dancing around his tattoos, spit dribbling down his palm and dropping in fat plops onto his crotch, his body flinching at the contact, unashamedly whimpering his want, Yoongi’s dark chuckle filling his ear.

It must have looked so dirty.

So wrong.

“Take them out.”

Jungkook removed his fingers with a sniffle, the coil in his core so tight he thought he was going to explode.

“Touch yourself.”

His cheeks burned at the thought of his own hand wrapping around his cock in front of two people, adrenaline and thrill burning his veins.

“B… But, hyung…”

“You touched yourself in the bathroom at the restaurant earlier, didn’t you?” that deep purr accused, pulling at his hair, prickling pain shocking his scalp.

“I…” His hand lowered. “I h-had to… noona is just so…” Staring into those heavily shadowed eyes, tongue licking those dark-stained lips, his saliva-coated fingers wrapping around his aching, taut cock, so close to sobbing at the relief of being touched that his voice cracked a little. “So sexy… and she smells s-so goooooood…”

Eyelids fluttering, Yoongi rapping his shoulder, telling him to look at her, telling him to appreciate that hair cascading over her left eye, those breasts cupped perfectly in that black lace bra, that garter and stockings barely encasing those juicy legs and her pussy sliding up and down his thigh, her hands spreading her ass wide so he could feel it as he punishingly and roughly pumped his cock, trembling all over, struggling to get his words out, cheeks burning with embarrassment as he explained but, for some reason, he wanted to explain and became even more aroused by it, relishing in knowing that she was listening intently to his confession.

“You always smell so, so good, noona… I t-touched myself w-while smelling your perfume on my clothes… T-Thinking about you and my hands all over your perfect body and your hands t-touching me…”

Fucking his hand harder, tighter, faster, slipping down, down, knowing what he was going to say next, driving himself to that point, the coil inside causing every muscle to tense, staring right into her eyes, knowing his pupils were blown-out and unfocused.

“T-Touching me like I am right now, abusing my c-cock and… s-stopping right before I c-cum…”

So close, so close, so close, please, please, please…

Her hand shot out and gripped his wrist painfully, forcing him to let go of his cock.

Jungkook cried out in vain, jerking his head forward and bringing tears to his eyes from the pain of Yoongi’s unmoving grip, tugging at his own hair, the sudden denial causing his cock to twitch and slap against her thigh, smearing pre-cum and saliva onto her soft skin, knowing that he wanted it, sinfully satisfied in how perfectly frustrated she made him, reading his signals and torturing him just right.

A merciful, skilled devil in disguise.

The hand left his hair.

Her hips slowed, sitting onto his thigh, an almost unbearable weight that he welcomed.

“Jungkook.”

His head lolled, scalp stinging, staring into her eyes and loving the way she said his name, like her tongue was wrapping around it and caressing it, each syllable drenched with curated possessiveness that was meant just for him.

Yoongi’s fingers snaked around his neck, four fingers fitting under his left ear, thumb pressing onto the pulse just under his right ear.

“You want to finish inside me?” she exhaled, hot and heavy and addictive.

The grip on his neck tightened, pressing on the blood vessels leading to his head.

One of her hands was still on his wrist. The other reached in between his thighs, past his stiff, purple-red cock. Fingers wrapped elegantly around his balls, joints locking, keeping him in a vise-like grip of pure power without adding any unnecessary pressure.

“Y… Yes, please…” he gasped weakly.

The grip of his wrist vanished. He was getting lightheaded, fighting to keep his eyes on her, and her free hand was now finally encircling his cock, finger by finger, making him wait, squeezing his balls a little harder, fuck, her touch, a distinctly different hand and different power, gently stroking his throbbing length as Yoongi choked him and she pulsed her grip around his balls, his breath leaving in shallow gasps and not only from the thinning circulation, but the flashes of pain and the constant pleasure of her hands and her wet pussy flush against his thigh.

“What if I make you cum like this?” she murmured, leaning in, Yoongi pressing in between his shoulder blades and pushing him to her beautiful face, dark and sultry and captivating, her lips now close to his.

“O… Okay…”

It took all of his willpower to hold himself up with his hands.

“You can do whatever you want to me, noona,” Jungkook whispered thinly. “I mean it.”

Yoongi pet his sweaty hair, pushing it away from his forehead, squeezing his neck tighter.

Jungkook choked out her name, desire so potent that he saw something in her eyes flicker. She liked it. She liked him and what she was doing to him and his reaction to it. It gave Jungkook a special kind of high, the kind of arousal that transcended past the sex.

Jungkook couldn’t get out anymore.

He knew he would crave this feeling, the feeling of power in powerlessness.

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his.

Jungkook’s first kiss with Yoongi’s girlfriend was her forcefully jacking him off as she squeezed his balls and Yoongi choked him, his tongue sloppy and lips quivering, her sucking on it and making him moan with his tongue trapped in her dark lips, his hips twitching and shooting thick strings of cum all over her thigh, his thigh, and the sheets, suddenly slingshot into oxygen when Yoongi let go, adding to the high, his eyes rolling back, shivers racking his body, pleasure so intense that he felt nothing else, absolutely nothing but her touch, her hand leaving his balls and wrapping around his waist, pulling him to her body, her kiss stealing his breath, her cum-covered hand sliding up and down his abused cock.

Jungkook inhaled.

Her perfume invaded his nose, marshmallow sweetness, warmth of green tea, spark of ginger, and he was drunk, drunk on submission, sex, and their power over him.

-

Yoongi loved everything she did.

The way she looked at him.

The way her body moved.

The way she leaned over and kissed him as he pinned Jungkook’s wrists over his head while she was riding the younger man’s cock with a bruising, intense pace, her tongue curling around his, moaning softly into his mouth, lover to lover. With every moment, Yoongi fell more and more in love, addicted to orchestrating the perfect scenarios for his woman to completely ruin someone else.

She broke the kiss.

What a brilliant, satisfied, killer smile.

“O-oh, fuck, so good, fuck, your pussy is s-so good…”

Yoongi sat back and watched her hands slide over Jungkook’s chest, gripping his shoulders and fucking him hard, watching her pretty pussy clench around that cock that was begging for that tightness and that torture, the younger man rolling his hips up with every descent, destroying himself further.

The squelch and slap of skin to skin was audible, loud, and so, so sexy.

Her fingertip flicked the bottom of Jungkook’s chin, smirk on those plush lips now smeared with dark lipstick. There was something erotic about the mess though, her wild hair bouncing with every thrust, faint dark smudges now on his lips and Jungkook’s panting mouth.

“Aren’t you the perfect little fucktoy?” she teased.

There was a tension in her jaw, indicating that she was clenching around the younger man’s cock.

“A-Ah, just f-for you, noona…”

She frowned playfully, cocking a disbelieving eyebrow. “Hmm, I don’t know, sweet boys always have sweet tongues and you’ve already proven yours sometimes says misleading things…”

Jungkook whimpered. “P-Please, I s-said I was sorry… I m-mean it…”

Yoongi liked this begging, this desperate tremble vibrating from that silvery voice.

“I would n-never do something l-like this…”

Jungkook had such a handsome face, even with his cheeks flushed red and his composure falling apart.

“Unless it was y-you… and Yoongi-hyung, oooh, God…”

He raised his eyebrows, making eye contact with her.

She smirked back, dangerous and perfect.

-

“I-I can’t...”

“Yes, you can, Jungkook,” you murmured, arms around his neck, his arms shaking as he held himself up, moaning as you stroked his back, Yoongi behind you, still fully dressed, kneading your breasts, your nipples poking out between his long fingers and giving Jungkook the visual of your cleavage and the hard nubs poking straight out at him.

He groaned, hazy brown orbs returning to your face.

“Please, wanna make you cum with my cock so b-bad…”

You began to rock your hips again, the brief intermission stalling his orgasm over, and now he was moaning again, squirming at the oversensitivity and strained by the denial, your pulsing pussy keeping him hard until you built the pace up again, pushing him to the edge once more.

“Look at you,” you murmured, caressing his neck and back, fingers splayed over his hot skin. “You dream about this, Jungkook? Dream about hyung letting you be noona’s fuck slave?”

His teeth sunk into his lower lip, whining in his chest.

“I-I’m sorry…”

“Shh…”

Your fingers slid up into his hair, cradling his head, smacking your ass down onto his thighs, tightening around his cock. Jungkook moaned into your face helplessly, shuddering at your sensual gesture contrasted by your fierce thrusts.

“I wanted you too,” you whispered hotly, breathing in his clean scent. “You always looked so innocent. Made me want to mess you up every time I saw that handsome, nervous face of yours.”

Your grip tensed around his head, lower half really giving it to him now, bouncing on his cock, letting his thickness and his hardness fill you up over and over again, Yoongi pinching your nipples and rolling them between his fingers, following your rhythm.

“It’s not going to be enough for him, you know,” Yoongi chuckled darkly behind you. “He’s going to come crawling back, begging for more.”

Jungkook bit his lip again, looking from you to Yoongi, already guilty.

You leaned forehead, placing a light kiss on that mole below his lower lip.

“I love it when you beg for me, Jungkook,” you purred.

You could feel it, arousal flaring at your own words, already close and getting closer, pussy pulsating around that satisfying girth.

“Are you going to be patient?” you teased, tugging at his hair, savoring the strained moans from Jungkook’s throat. “Are you going to wait on your knees and watch Yoongi fuck me until he’s satisfied and then come to take his place and show me that you can be good for me too?”

You felt Jungkook’s cock twitch inside you, already enthralled with the idea.

“Y-Yes, noona, p-please…”

Fuck.

You dug your nails into his scalp and moaned deeply, staring into those glazed-over brown orbs, drugged on his lust for you.

“You’re so obedient, fuck, makes me want to cum on this pretty cock of yours and reward you.”

Yoongi pinched your nipples and tugged on them.

The spark collided through you, gasping as your orgasm seized your senses and took over, your eyes rolling back as the powerful jolts made your walls spasm, tension so high that it felt as if your nerves were vibrating, Jungkook’s name tumbling from your lips with a hiss that turned into a groan in unison with his, his overstimulated cock jerking and twitching from the brutal massage of your orgasm, the condom swelling inside you from spurts of his own.

The scent of sex was so strong that even Yoongi moaned, squeezing your breasts roughly.

“F-Fuck…”

You inhaled sharply, feeling Yoongi’s arms wrap around you, nuzzling your neck.

“Don’t I have such good ideas?”

You grinned, seeing Jungkook’s euphoric expression before he pitched forward and leaned his forehead against your other shoulder, panting for breath. His exhale was warm, drifting over your racing heart and heating your heated skin.

“Yes, Yoongi,” you chuckled, stroking his soft blue hair and Jungkook’s sweaty black hair. “You’re a genius.”

-

"Jungkook-ah!"

"Sorry, Jimin-ssi, I can't–" He clenched his jaw, stifling the noise threatening to escape from his throat. "I can't hang out today. I have a deadline for work."

"Aw, that's okay Jungkookie. Do you want hyung to bring you some dinner? I can stop by!"

"I already ate, ah, just now. Thanks anyway."

"Okay, okay, I'll leave you alone. Don't forget your hyungs! You work too much."

Jeon Jungkook made an affirmative grumble. "Talk to you later."

An elegant finger reached over and hung up the call. The same hand lifted his phone from his ear and placed it back on the nightstand. Jungkook wasn't able to hold the phone himself.

He was handcuffed to the headboard.

"A-Ah, noona, fuck!"

Now that he was off the phone, she turned the toy back on, making him yelp and squirm. He whimpered, thighs shaking as his prostrate was assaulted with harsh vibrations, the connected silicone ring choking his cock and balls, flush against the base of both.

He moaned her name helplessly, looking down to see her laying between his legs, jerking forward with every smack of Min Yoongi's hips. His hard, dark red cock was sticking straight up right in front of her face. She heated it with her calm exhale, smiling at his shuddering whine.

"P-Please, touch me, o-o-oh, fuuuuuuuck..."

Yoongi smacked her ass with his open palm, making Jungkook moan at the sight of her ass bouncing from his hyung's dick.

"F-Fuck, please, noona, hyung, please, I wanna c-cum so b-bad..."

She increased the vibration setting and patted his thigh, returning to casually fucking Yoongi as he lost his mind from the jarring, rough pleasure, flexing his core and ass to make his cock jerk and swing in the air, unable to touch himself because of the handcuffs.

He loved it.

Jungkook loved every second of the torture crafted just for him.

-

"What a good boy for his noona."

Jungkook could only moan and whimper in response.

"Mm? Are you a good boy for her? Lying to Jimin so you can spend more time with my lovely woman?"

The younger man whimpered, biting his lip.

“H-Hyung…”

Yoongi smirked as Jungkook’s eyes rolled back, mouth open, gasping wail falling from his mouth as her tongue circled the head of his cock, lapping gently at the sensitive skin. The handcuffs rattled, Jungkook’s hands gripping the chain, tattoos standing out on his arm from his tense muscles. Yoongi watched her hands side up those toned thighs, up shaking hips, up to that slim waist, then drag back down, nails pricking at that skin, creating indents and red lines, visible, wet, glistening tongue toying with the throbbing cock in front of her.

He felt his own twitch inside her. Her muscles clenched around him tightly in response.

She lifted her head, gripping Jungkook’s hips and forcing him down on the bed, him whining and pleading for her to do more, but all three of them knew the way this was going to go and the one in the handcuffs wasn’t calling the shots.

“You keep coming back, Jungkook, and it’s gonna ruin sex for you.”

Her hand slid up his abused cock and balls, playing with them and rubbing the overstimulated skin as Yoongi increased his pace in power and speed, fingers spread out on her hips and sinking in, mirrored by the way she removed her hand from Jungkook’s length and grabbed his hips again, cocking her head, looking down at Jungkook.

“You keep flying high and you’re not going to want to come down.”

Jungkook’s black hair was all over his forehead, messy and sweaty, shudders leaving his swollen lips. The light caught the glint of the silver metal piercing on his trembling eyebrow.

She leaned down, hands crawling up his body, digging her nails in, scratching him up, and Yoongi hissed at the shifted angle, deeper now and more intense, her hair cascading down her shoulders, the sweet scent wafting up, sweet, warm, spicy, his favorite scents in the world melding together.

Sex.

Perfume.

And his woman, a curator of the little, beautiful death.

She chuckled, taunting and playful, placing her forearms on Jungkook’s chest, pushing back against Yoongi and using the other male’s body as leverage, poised in front of Jungkook’s fallen composure, one hand lifting and tracing his lips, enticing that pink tongue to sneak out, begging for a taste.

She shoved her fingers into his mouth, humming approvingly as Jungkook began to suck on them noisily, moaning around her fingers as the rhythm escalated, louder and louder, squeezing his length tighter so Yoongi had to thrust harder, growling in his chest, firmly gripping her ass, faster, rougher, her fingers sliding in further, the wet sounds of tongue and lips adding to the symphony.

Her words the crescendo.

“The jetset life is gonna kill you, Jungkook.”

The fire flared to an unbearable tension and Yoongi hissed her name, clenching his jaw and scratching her back hard, causing her to let out a long, drawn-out moan, clenching around his entire length and he came, cock jerking against her punishing walls, shooting his orgasm into the condom, his fingers sliding down her back, groaning satisfyingly when she matched him, her cum gushing out and sticking to his crotch and thighs, sweet purr of his name drifting out of her lips, her fingers slipping from Jungkook’s mouth, shiny with saliva and wiping it all over his chin.

“O-o-oh, fuuuuuuuck, please…”

And she didn’t forget, not even in her ecstasy, her hand wrapping around Jungkook’s neck, choking him strongly, driving him to the edge.

-

It took seconds.

Your lips curved into a smirk, Jungkook’s shaking, half-lidded brown orbs saturated with lust, vibrations and visuals and now the loss of blood leaving him breathless, lightheaded, and at your mercy.

Open mouth, gasping out your name.

Then he threw his head back, airlessly screaming, handcuffs rattling, muscles standing out all over his body from the searing tension, tattoos glistening with sweat, eyes rolling back, hips jolting up and shooting cum all over your stomach and his, orgasm so intense that he arched his back and jammed his cock between your bodies, your hand releasing him, Jungkook sobbing at the relief of his aching length still flinching and twitching, the hot head of his cock throbbing against your skin, still dribbling out hot cum in between your bodies, thick and slick.

You slithered on top of him, smearing it everywhere.

“Oh, God, n… noona…”

-

“Asleep already?”

You petted Jungkook’s head, smoothing his hair. “He had an eventful night.”

Yoongi chuckled. “He asked for it.”

Jungkook scooted closer to your heat, burying his nose in your chest, inhaling deeply.

Yoongi kissed the top of your head affectionately and you reached for his hand, running your fingertips over his knuckles. He placed it on your bare hip, tracing his marks on you.

“So, next time…”

“You’re already planning next time, huh?” You turned your head to look at those mischievous, cat-like eyes shrouded by strands of wispy light blue.

Yoongi ticked a brow. “Do you think he’s going to stop? I made him wait a whole month from the first time to this time and he gave me puppy eyes every chance he got.”

You shook your head with a smile, turning back to run your fingers through Jungkook’s black hair. “I wonder how you survived.”

“I looked away.”

You snickered and lifted Yoongi’s hand, pressing his fingertips to your lips.

“I would make him look away from me,” you murmured, low and dangerous.

“Hmm, then I’ll let you decide when next time will be.”

“Not counting tomorrow morning, right?”

“Of course.”

You felt Jungkook’s lips press onto your skin, a soft kiss inviting you and Yoongi to destroy him more.

--

masterpost

[viastro]

two missions [REMAKE] | yoon jeonghan

ミ★ synopsis: in which you and jeonghan go on an undercover mission to a gala to get info on one of south korea’s largest drug cartels.

ミ★ genre: undercover agents!jeonghan and reader, previous assassins!jeonghan and reader, humor, some fluff, some suspense 

ミ★ warnings: spiked drinks, mentions of drugs, implications of murder, slightly suggestive

ミ★ word count: 6,469

ミ★ pairings: yoon jeonghan x female reader

ミ★ notes: hi guys! in honor of my one year here on tumblr, i decided to remake my very first oneshot. i was originally planning to just delete the previous version of two missions, but it’s the first oneshot i posted and i feel like that makes it have some value. i will not be linking the original as i actually dislike it a lot so AJKGBRK i tried to make this more inclusive than it used to be as i feel that was a big problem in the first version, so i hope you guys enjoy this! happy one year of viastro !!

“So you’re telling me that your next mission is to be Jeonghan’s wife again? How do you survive when you have a raging crush on the man...” Mingyu whispers rather loudly through his mouthful of french fries. You immediately turn to glare at your pretty friend, smacking his arm. “Bitch! Why would you say that so loud? While you’re still chewing your fries no less.”

Mingyu giggles in response, putting a fry into your mouth to try and calm you down. You chew it nervously, glancing over at Jeonghan talking to one of your coworkers as they stare up at the menu. Your heart pounds against your chest as your eyes trail over him. His blue dress shirt is tucked into black slacks, and you take notice of his new undercut.

“I honestly don’t know how I survive. The time he slept at my apartment? I almost fucking died because of how nervous I was. My heart stutters whenever he smiles at me, I don’t know why Cheol keeps making me be his partner on our undercover operations.” You mutter absentmindedly, watching as he tilts his head while he tries to decide what to order. Mingyu rolls his eyes, now slapping your shoulder, making you let out a whine.

“Ow!”

“You know exactly why Cheol keeps pairing up the two of you. Not only because he knows of your little crush, but the two of you were both assassins before you became secret agents. Not to mention the fact that you look good together. That’s why Cheol makes you both a married couple whenever the operation calls for it.” Mingyu explains, and you purse your lips, turning back towards Jeonghan.

Jeonghan was transferred to your department last year, and the first time the two of you met was rather humiliating to say the least as you’ve never seen a man as beautiful as him. Not to say that your coworkers aren’t pretty, but Jeonghan was the only one to make your normally composed demeanor crumble. Mingyu still likes to make fun of you for it to this day.

“Everyone, this is Yoon Jeonghan. He’s the new recruit in our team, used to be a trained assassin but now he’s with us. He’s one of our strongest next to yn.” Seungcheol announces, eyes trailing over the eleven guys, squinting when he doesn’t find you among the crowd.

“Where’s yn?”

Joshua points towards the restrooms, “Yn went to the bathroom, you know how she always flosses after lunch.”

Seungcheol sighs, knowing very well how much you care about your dental hygiene. He’s about to dismiss everyone when the door to the bathroom shuts, and everyone turns to glance at you.

“Guys, we can’t ever have jajangmyeon for lunch again. Do you know how many times I just had to brush my teeth? Because it wasn’t pleasant-”

“Yn.”

“No, Cheol. You have to hear this cause I know how much you enjoy your jajangmyeon. Also, we have to talk about using the mini before you go spray bottles I got each of you for Christmas because I’m sick and tired of walking into the restroom just to have it smell like absolute as-'' You halt your movements when you finally look up from the floor, only to lock eyes with the most ethereal man you’ve ever seen in your life. His blonde hair is parted down the middle, falling a bit past his sharp eyes. His cheekbones are prominent, pairing well with his delicate nose and lips. He’s sporting an amused smile, and you audibly gulp at the sight.

“Yn, this is Yoon Jeonghan. He’s the new recruit.” Seungcheol introduces, holding back his own laughter at how shellshocked you appear. You realize that the rest of your coworkers are also trying to keep their composure due to their shaking shoulders, but you continue to stare at the angel in awe. Jeonghan finally raises his hand up and waves,

“Hi.”

You smile awkwardly and wave back, before hurrying over to Minghao and hiding behind him and Jun. You hear the two begin to snicker, and you slap their backs, feeling warmth flood your face.

“This is fucking humiliating.”

You find yourself smiling subconsciously when Jeonghan laughs at something Eunhee said, heart warm from the angelic sound. Jeonghan feels a pair of eyes on him, and he turns his head, only to lock eyes with you. Your breath hitches and you immediately turn away and rest your forehead onto Mingyu’s shoulder, making the latter laugh as he waves towards Jeonghan.

Jeonghan’s eyebrows furrow a bit at the affectionate gesture, but grins and waves back at Mingyu when the tall man greets him. His attention is demanded once he hears his order being called, and he turns back to the counter, attention suddenly focused solely on filling his empty stomach.

“You know you’re just humiliating yourself by avoiding eye contact each time he catches your eye, right?” Mingyu asks through his smile, and you squeeze your eyes shut, knowing that it’s true.

“Shut your whore mouth.”

“That was unprovoked?!”

You lift your head up once you hear the door open, catching Jeonghan leaving the McDonalds with Eunhee. “He’s so pretty I just never know how to act when we’re not on a mission.”

Mingyu chuckles and rolls his eyes, “How are you gonna survive tomorrow night this time, yn?”

You glance at the door Jeonghan just walked out of, sighing to yourself.

“I won’t.”

“You look so good!” Seulgi squeals as you step out of the stall of the restroom. You grin shyly, fixing the gun holster on your right thigh as you stare at yourself in the mirror. “Thanks for doing my makeup Seulgi, this is so much better than anything I could’ve done.” You tell her and she chuckles.

“Pfft, it was no biggie. I’m glad you asked for my help instead of Hyoon, honestly. Her makeup can be scary sometimes. I’ve been meaning to tell her that her eyeliner should at least touch the outer corner of her eye…” Seulgi trails off at the thought of Hyoon’s poor decisions in makeup. You giggle at her antics, before turning back to the mirror to look at yourself.

You eye the sheer corset of the top of the dress, trailing down towards the high slit of the silk emerald green skirt. You tilt your head to the side, adjusting the gun strapped to your thigh so that it won’t be seen. The bright crystal under each of your eyes reflects as it catches the light, and you let out a smile at the sight, thinking this might be too over the top for the gala.

“You know Seulgi, this is a mission to get more information on a drug lord. Don’t you think this is too much?” You ask, gesturing to your whole get up, putting a pause to Seulgi’s rant about Hyoon’s poor makeup decisions. Your friend smirks at you, causing you to raise an eyebrow at her.

“There’s actually two missions, yn.” You squint at her, and she narrows her eyes back at you.

You watch as Seulgi’s eyes brighten when a smile forms on her face, and she raises her arms up in the air. “To seduce Jeonghan so that the two of you will finally go on a date!”

You roll your eyes, shoving her slightly, causing Seulgi to let out a laugh. You open your mouth to tell her that she’s crazy, only to hear your phone beep in your clutch. Taking out the cool metal, you turn on your screen to find a text from Jeonghan.

“Ooo~ it's loverboy.”

“Shut your whore mouth.”

“You gotta stop saying that, yn.”

jeonghan: yn, i’m ready to go when you are. are you in the restroom on the eighth floor ?

you: yes i am !

jeonghan: okay i’ll be right there :)

Jeonghan puts his phone in his suit pocket, turning to glance at himself one more time. His emerald green blazer is over his velvet black turtleneck, paired with fitted black slacks. He eyes the silver necklace around his neck, looking at the charm that holds the tiny camera. Running a hand through his hair, he lets out a puff of air before leaving the restroom, heading towards the bathroom you’re at.

He turns the corner, seeing Seulgi walk out of the bathroom. He’s about to wave at her before he sees you step out and jesus fucking christ are those crystals under your eyes?

You’re giggling at something Seulgi said as you make sure your earring is on properly. Once you’re sure it’s secure, you turn your head, only to lock eyes with Jeonghan. You feel heat rush to your face as you take in Jeonghan’s appearance, finding him to be even more attractive than usual.

lord, i am not your strongest soldier.

“Hi.” You greet after a moment of silence passes between you three, and Jeonghan blinks out of his awed state, making you smile wider.

“You look beautiful.” Jeonghan blurts out, only to immediately turn away and bite his fist when he realizes he didn’t even return your greeting. Your eyes widen slightly, and you look down at the floor as warmth floods your face.

“Jesus Christ, just make out already. I’m taking my leave, I feel weird.” Seulgi announces, simultaneously making you and Jeonghan’s faces incredibly warm. She lets out a small, worried smile, “Make sure to be safe tonight guys, the target is at the top of the Cheol’s list for a reason.” Seulgi says, making sure to point at the both of you.

Jeonghan and you look up, giving your pretty coworker a thumbs up and saying you’ll be fine. Seulgi shakes her head a bit more urgently this time, and grasps your hand.

“I’m serious! This guy has eyes and ears everywhere, you have to make sure you’re at the top of your A-game. Look real husband and wifey, yn’s real identity is still unknown in this world of undercover agents and no one knows that Jeonghan joined hands with Seungcheol! Don’t mess up. I love you yn, you too Jeonghan.” You nod, making sure to look more determined. Jeonghan nods his head as well, giving Seulgi a thumbs up. She smiles softly, before finally walking off.

“Well, are you ready?” Jeonghan turns to ask you, and you glance at him. You take notice of the caramel colored eye contacts he has on, feeling yourself get lost in them as you nod your head.

“Let’s bust down this joint.” You say once you turn away, mustering the most determined look you can. Jeonghan chuckles into the back of his hand with a quiet, “So cute.”

“You make sure you stay beside me at all times yn. I know you’re fully capable of protecting yourself, as am I, but we work best when we’re together, okay?” Jeonghan tells you in the backseat of the SUV, staring at your gold dangly earring against your complexion.

she’s so pretty I can't believe this.

“You’re right. We should come up with a game plan though. What do we do if we end up having to be separated to learn more info? Or one of us gets caught, what happens then?” You ask, glancing up and finding the driver biting his lip nervously as he drives.

“Mingyu, I’ll be fine.” You say softly, and your friend stops biting his lip, only for a frown to take over his face. You let out a soft smile, before turning to look back at Jeonghan, who is still staring at your earring(?)

“Is there something wrong with my earrin-”

“We shouldn’t have to end up being separated, but if we do, make sure that the other is always in the other's peripheral vision. If you could, stay within an arm's distance.” Jeonghan cuts you off, snapping out of his mini trance in which he hopes you didn’t notice him blatantly ogling you. You nod slowly before he adds, “And neither of us will get caught. We’ll be okay yn.”

“We’re here.” Mingyu says from the front and you and Jeonghan glance out the car window to see that you’ve arrived at the hotel. You give Mingyu a reassuring smile, muttering, “We’ll be okay. I’ll see you later.” Before turning to find Jeonghan already stepped out of the vehicle, hand outstretched towards you. You smile and take a hold of it, letting him help you out of the expensive car. He flashes you a grin as you both head inside.

The walls are practically dripping in gold, and you find yourself in a slight trance at the sight of it. While you may have had many missions by this point, your reaction to these types of events has always been the same. You could never get used to the views you’ve seen.

Jeonghan glances over at you, letting a fond smile take over his face as he notices the look of pure awe on your face. Your mouth is slightly open as you let your eyes wander a bit, before remembering what you’re here for, promptly regaining your composure. Jeonghan turns his head to face forward, seeing the security check. You smirk slightly when Jeonghan hands them the fake invitation from his blazer pocket. The guards give the two of you a bow, letting you enter the gala after Jeonghan gets a quick pat down.

“You’re not armed right now?” You ask him in a small voice, eyebrow raised as you look at him. He lets out a sly grin, squeezing your hand.

“I snuck it past him, don't worry sweetheart- Hello!” Jeonghan quickly changes the subject as he greets an older couple. You let out a smile when you lock eyes with the target, letting Jeonghan take you over to their table. The couple smiles at the two of you, and you both bow before continuing to greet them.

“Hello Daehyun, how have you been?” Jeonghan asks the older fellow and he grins, “Business has been a bit slow as of recently, but it should pick up soon. I hired some new runners and I think their looks will persuade the customers to buy more. How about you? How’s business”

Jeonghan and the older couple begin some small talk while you glance around the room. You notice a few brooding looking characters at the table near the dance floor, staring at the female and male waitresses handing out drink assortments to all the guests.

“So, yn. Has Jeonghan here been a lot to handle?” Haeun asks you mid-thought, and you turn to glance at the older lady. Her hair has a few strands of white, but other than a couple wrinkles you wouldn’t be able to tell that she’s reaching the age of 68. You also wouldn’t be able to tell that this couple owns one of the biggest underground drug cartels in South Korea either, but that’s a problem you’ll take care of in a bit.

You giggle before shaking your head no, reciting the fake life you and Jeonghan had to memorize. You both quite literally had flashcards, quizzing each other on these fake identities and quirks you both have. He ended up crashing at your place that night since you both studied until 3 am. Mingyu and Minghao teased you later on about how that was basically a date, it took two weeks for them to quiet down on that matter.

“Would any of you like wine?” A waiter comes up to ask, and you turn your head to look at him. You see Daehyun and Haeun reach out for a glass, but the waiter maintains eye contact with you specifically. You notice something flash through his eyes for a second, and you raise an eyebrow. His lips quirk up in a small smirk, to which Jeonghan shakes his head.

“My wife and I would not be interested in a glass of wine.” Jeonghan answers with a sense of finality, his tone laced with a bit of venom that only someone who’s known him long enough would be able to tell. The waiter lets out a grin, bowing his head before stalking off to the next table. Jeonghan turns to look at you, and you give him a tight-lipped smile.

“Yn, would you please accompany me to the bar? That waiter gave me a horrible glass of wine. I quite literally can’t swallow it down.” Haeun requests, and Jeonghan immediately intervenes.

“I’ll accompany you Haeun-” She raises up her hand, cutting Jeonghan off.

“I want to get to know yn. You boys keep talking about… boy stuff and I’m bored. It’s time for a girl chat.” Jeonghan looks at you and you send him a reassuring smile, patting his arm as a way to say, I’m okay.

“Well, alright then.” Jeonghan agrees hesitantly. He grabs your arm before you go, leaning down to whisper into your ear, “Remember what we talked about in the car. If you need me just shoot me a glance, I have a clear view of you from the bar.” He moves back, kissing your cheek and giving you a warm smile.

Your heart stutters in your chest, and it takes a moment for you to smile back at him, remembering that you’re in the middle of a mission right now. However,

he-he just SMOOCHED MY CHEEK.

“You lovebirds are still in that honeymoon phase, huh?” Haeun asks as you both walk towards the bar. You grasp your face since you feel your cheeks getting warmer, and she laughs at your reaction as you both reach the bar.

“I’ll have a glass of Moët & Chandon.” Haeun tells the bartender as she takes a seat on the high chair.

You take the seat beside her and glance over at Jeonghan who is chuckling at something Daehyun said. His eyes lock with yours and he raises an eyebrow at you, to which you simply shrug back in response. He smiles before turning back to Daehyun. You look around a bit more before Haeun gets your attention.

“You know yn, I really love your dress. I remember when I was younger I wore that type of dress except it was a dark purple.”

“That must’ve looked so pretty on you Haeun. Do you have any pictures?” You ask and she sighs, shaking her head no.

“I wish I had some on me, they’re probably somewhere at home if you and Jeonghan would like to visit.” You simply smile as a response, knowing damn well you’d never attempt to go to their house.

“Your Moët & Chandon, and here is your Laurent-Perrier.” He hands Haeun her drink, while also handing you a glass. You raise an eyebrow at the beverage in your hand, “I didn’t order anything?” You tell him confusedly.

“On the house.” He answers with a charming smile, before turning around and walking to the other side of the bar.

“Well, thank you?” You say quietly, voice turning up at the end as if it’s a question. Haeun looks between you and the glass of champagne, before letting out a small chuckle.

“I’m taking that out of his paycheck.” Haeun jokes, and you grin in response. You turn your head to look over to the other end of the bar, finding the man making drinks for another couple.

strange.

“Surprised he didn’t see the ring on your finger though, it’s huge.” Haeun points out, distracting you from through thoughts. You chuckle, and take a glance at your left hand. The diamond glimmers back at you and you smile at it.

if only it were real, you think to yourself as you take a sip of the drink, finding yourself surprised at how light it tastes.

“This is actually really nice, he has good taste.” You say, gesturing over to the bartender, to which Haeun simply flashes you a close-lipped smile. What you are unable to notice as you continue to take sips of the alcohol, is the malicious intent behind the old woman’s smile.

“Where are we going?” You ask groggily.

you really don’t feel good.

“To the restroom dear, I think you need to wash up a bit.” Haeun responds, hand pressed to the small of your back. She guides you to another hallway that you haven’t seen yet, and you find yourself even more confused.

“W-What did you do to me?” You ask, trying to push the old woman away, but you’re so weak that Haeun doesn’t even stumble. She doesn’t respond, continuing to drag your limp body down the hallway.

You enter a room that doesn’t resemble a bathroom at all. The room has dim lighting, there’s only a couch and a drink cart. It doesn't match the rest of the gala at all. You pout when Haeun sets you down on the sofa. She pulls out her phone and you cock your head to the side.

“This isn’t a bathroom.”

Haeun smiles at you, placing her phone back into her pouch. She reaches out and grabs your chin harshly, making you wince slightly.

“You think I wouldn’t know who you are, yn yln? Or should I say, Dahlia?” Your blood runs cold when not only your real name is spoken, but your alias as well. You stare up into her eyes, finding a dark smile on her face. “I can’t believe Jeonghan fell for your deceit. I imagine he’ll be heartbroken when you disappear, but alas. He’s a handsome man, he’ll find someone else.”

Haeun lets go of your chin, and pats your head before turning and preparing to walk out of the room. You stand up after her, but quickly stumble and fall to the floor. Groaning, you lay there for a moment as you try to force yourself to sober up.

“What are you going to do to me?” You slur out, and Haeun simply sends you a cold smile as she begins to close the door.

“You’ll find out.”

You lay on the floor for a few minutes, squeezing your eyes shut and opening them to try and fight whatever is in your system. You let out a groan, wondering how you could be so stupid to accept a drink on a mission. Your internal self hatred ends when the door opens, gaining your attention.

“Well, what a sight this is.” You look up to see one of the guys from the table you glanced at earlier in the night. Your vision turns fuzzy as he helps you up off the ground and places you on the sofa, both of his hands remaining on your shoulders.

“My, my, my. What a pretty thing you are. Tragic that you have to die.” He mutters, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“No.” You whisper, reaching up to move his hand away but he only catches it, pressing a kiss to the back of your wrist. You try and snatch it back but your body won’t let you move as strongly as you’d want.

“Any last words, pretty?” He asks, stroking your cheek. Flinching back in disgust, you finally manage to push his hand away, reaching through the slit of your dress to grab the gun.

“Oh? This is a surprise-”

He’s cut off once you kick him in the crotch with as much strength as you can manage, which isn’t much by the way, and he screeches at the impact of your heel. You stand up, wobbling a bit, before pointing the gun at his head.

“I may h-have gotten drugged. However, I won’t hesitate to shoot you in your goddamn ugly face if you touch me again.” You threaten, tone ice cold as you hit him with the butt of your gun. He immediately falls back, muttering obscenities at you due to the pain in his head. You make your move to escape, taking an abnormally long time to unlock the door. However, once you do, you wobble down the hallway, putting the gun back into its holster.

You know that in your current state, you won’t be able to escape the man if you don’t find Jeonghan. You only have a few minutes to get back to the main gala, but you can only hope that Jeonghan is already trying to find you.

“Jeonghan, please help me.”

Jeonghan is in a state of panic. He looked around for you when he realized you were no longer at the bar, excusing himself from his conversation with the target to search for you. He walks into the middle of the dance floor, pushing past the couples who are dancing. He doesn’t care about the mission anymore, all he wants is to find you.

yn, where did you go?

Jeonghan turns his head to see Haeun laugh with a group of men, feeling his breath hitch when he realizes you’re not with her. His instincts kick in, and he dashes towards the restrooms, opening the door to the women’s bathroom.

“YN! YN!?!” When no response from you comes, he curses, running out and going to another hallway.

You stumble, grabbing your head as you walk with your hand holding the wall. Your head is pounding and you want nothing more than to just lay down on the floor and sleep. You look around, seeing the color gold surrounding your vision and it makes you want to throw up. Groaning, you attempt to walk faster but it feels like you’re in quicksand.

“HEY!” The guy’s voice resonates through the hall, and you feel panic settle in as you try your best to walk faster. You hear the sound of running feet and you reach for your gun, only to hear a second pair of footsteps. You hear a grunt and the sound of two bodies colliding onto the floor. You turn towards the sound, seeing a head of midnight black hair hovering over the guy from earlier.

“Leave her the fuck alone Gwan, she’s mine.” Jeonghan growls, hand wrapped around the other’s throat. The man looks into Jeonghan’s eyes with a mix of fear and hatred, “She’s not yours Jeonghan. You’re not fucking married last I heard-”

Jeonghan lifts up his left hand, the gold of his wedding band shining brightly back at the piece of shit. The man’s eyes widen, and they practically bulge out as Jeonghan's grip on Gwan’s throat tightens.

“That’s my fucking wife. Know your place, Gwan. You know what I’m capable of, I can kill you in a heartbeat. You wouldn’t have the time to blink and your neck would be snapped.” Jeonghan hisses and the man coughs.

“I was just doing what Haeun told me to do.” Gwan wheezes out, and the black haired beauty bites the inside of his cheek. After a moment, Jeonghan lets go and gets off the man. Gwan stands up and sucks in a deep breath, face bright red from the lack of air. Jeonghan points at the man with dark eyes, “You tell Haeun none of this, I’ll handle her later.”

Gwan does nothing but nod, before running down the hallway. Once he turns the corner, Jeonghan turns his head to see you passed out on the floor. His eyes widen and he runs over to you. Kneeling down to check your pulse, a wave of relief washes over him once he feels your heartbeat respond back to him. Jeonghan reaches into his pocket and takes out his phone, sending a text to Mingyu that he found you and needs him to come pick you both up at the west entrance.

“Yn… I’m so sorry.” He whispers to your sleeping form, furrow to his brow as he thinks of how anxious you must’ve felt. He reaches out and softly pats your head, wishing he was paying more attention to you so that this whole ordeal could’ve been avoided.

“Alright yn, I’m gonna have to carry you outta here. I hope that’s okay.” Jeonghan says to your sleeping form, placing an arm under your knees and another arm under your upper body. He lifts you up, and walks towards the west exit.

You open your eyes, only to shut them right away once the pounding migraine registers in your head. You let out a groan, rolling over and grabbing your pillow to cover your face. You sigh,

so comfy. i love my bed it smells so nice-

Pause.

You sit right back up, eyes wide open as you take in your surroundings. You’re in your apartment, but how in the hell did you get here? You do another double take once you realize you’re no longer in your dress, but in your Pikachu pajama bottoms and a t-shirt.

“Why can’t I remember anything?” You mumble, climbing out of bed to go and grab acetaminophen from your kitchen cabinet to ease your pounding brain. You step out of your room, rubbing the back of your neck as you walk towards the kitchen. Still a bit sleepy, you reach up into the cabinet to grab some medicine, only to halt your movements.

Acetaminophen in hand, you step backwards out of the kitchen and glance over towards your living room, only for your eyes to widen when you see the head of black hair laying on your couch.

“Jeonghan?!” You gasp and he stirs in his sleep, rolling over to lay on his side. You immediately cover your mouth with your hands, as if it would erase the fact that you practically just yelled the man’s name.

“What the fuck happened last night?” You whisper to yourself as you back up into the kitchen once again. You lean against the counter, taking the medicine and drinking water to swallow it down as you try to think about the events that occurred the night before.

You went to the gala with Jeonghan and almost peed your pants because of how handsome he looked. Then the two of you met with the target and Haeun later took you to the bar. You ended up receiving a drink from the bartender for free, and then you vaguely remember holding a gun towards the man’s head?

“Holy shit. Did I get drunk and beat up a man?” You mutter to yourself, tilting your head as you try your best to remember last night’s events. You purse your lips with the knowledge that you’re not a lightweight. “I only remember having one glass though, so how could I have gotten drunk-”

“Your drink was spiked, yn.” You squeak from the sudden deep voice beside you, only to groan from the throbbing getting stronger in your head. Jeonghan gives you a small smile, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

He’s wearing the white t-shirt and gray sweats that Mingyu left at your house from the numerous times he’s fallen asleep on your couch. It’s a bit baggy on Jeonghan since Mingyu is tall, but it suits him so well. How does he manage to look so good in everything?

Wait.

“I was-I was what?” You’re absolutely dumbfounded at his statement.

“Haeun found out who you were. She thought you were tricking me so that you could make an arrest, as no one knows that I’ve joined hands with Cheol. You retired from being an assassin long before me, so Cheol thought no one would remember you. He was wrong.” Jeonghan explains, reaching out and swiping away the dried drool at the corner of your mouth with his thumb. Warmth immediately floods your face from the contact, and you glance down at your feet. “Minghao and Joshua took care of it this morning, so they won’t be coming for you anymore.”

You stay quiet for a moment, wondering how it was possible that Haeun could’ve figured out your true identity. In your years of being a secret agent, no one has been able to discover who you were. Even when you were an assassin, you never showed your face or used your real name.

So how did Haeun know?

“Seungcheol is already trying to find out how Haeun knew who you were.” Jeonghan answers, seeming to have read your thoughts due to the worried expression on your face. You bite the inside of your cheek, before turning and walking over to the fridge, seeming to not want to discuss what happened any further. Jeonghan watches as you search your fridge, before you turn your head and hold up the box of Eggo waffles towards the pretty man.

“Want some?” Jeonghan smiles softly before nodding his head, holding up two fingers when you ask him how many he wants. You take out two eggs from the fridge afterwards.

“How do you like your eggs?” You ask and he shrugs, “However you make it is fine with me.”

It feels oddly domestic, all of this. Jeonghan thinks to himself as he sits himself up on the kitchen counter. He watches as you cook the eggs over-medium, quietly humming to yourself as you add salt. He cocks his head to the side when you suddenly freeze, watching as you turn to look at him with a questioning look in your eyes.

“Did you change me out of my dress?” You ask and he chuckles before shaking his head no. He lets out another laugh when he sees you visibly relax, before beginning to explain what happened.

“Seulgi was waiting here, so when we arrived she did all the cleaning up for you. She left afterwards since she had a mission in the morning, but she told me to take care of you once you wake up.” You smile at the thought of your best friend being so caring.

“Love that woman.” You mutter, turning back to the eggs. Jeonghan grins, feeling his heart warm at the sight of your smile.

He steps down from the counter once you put the last egg on the plate and turn off the heat of the stove. You wipe your hands on the towel, only to pause when you find yourself trapped between a pair of rather nice arms. You stare at your hands wrapped in the towel with wide eyes, unsure of whether you want to die or puke.

“C-Come here often?” You ask with a nervous laugh, turning around to face Jeonghan, only to immediately regret it because you just rubbed your nose against his. “You’re quite close.”

“I can tell that you’re bothered by how Haeun knew, but it’ll be okay. Seungcheol and the rest of the guys are on the case, you’ll be fine.” Jeonghan tells you in a soft voice, and you purse your lips, before nodding your head. The black haired beauty stares at you for a moment longer, finding you to be one of the prettiest people he’s ever seen, even if you’re wearing Pikachu pajama bottoms at the moment.

“I care about you a lot.” Jeonghan states after a moment of silence passes between the two of you, and he watches in amusement as your eyes visibly widen at his confession. You open your mouth, only to close it, then open it again, before deciding to just bite the inside of your cheek.

“I know that you’re perfectly capable of handling yourself, but next time we have a mission, please be more careful, yeah?” You only nod your head as you’re unable to form any words due to the close proximity between the two of you, and Jeonghan smiles softly. He pulls away and grabs his plate, but not before pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead, giggling at how shellshocked you appear from the endearing action.

“Do you like me?” You finally blurt out, and the black haired beauty simply sends you a mischievous grin.

“Perhaps… I wouldn’t just kiss anyone’s forehead, ya now? However, the real question is, do you like me?” Jeonghan asks in return and you bite the inside of your cheek. He tilts his head as he awaits your response, about to lean in close to your face once more when-

DING!

“Oh, the waffles are ready!” You exclaim, shoving Jeonghan out of the way so that you can reach the toaster oven. You take out the four waffles, dusting some powdered sugar over them, while Jeonghan stares at you in disbelief, plate in hand as he does so.

“Did you just shove me?” Jeonghan asks with a laugh, and you give him a smile as an answer, turning away and walking towards your dining table, plate of waffles in hand.

“Okay, but do you like me though?” Jeonghan presses as he follows after you, and sits down in the seat across from you. You quietly take a bite of your waffle, finding too much enjoyment in the fact that Jeonghan is acting like a lovesick puppy.

Oh how the turns have tabled.

“Is that a yes or a no?” He asks once again, and you smile.

“Perhaps.” You respond teasingly, taking another bite of your waffle. He rolls his eyes at you and leans back in his chair.

“If I asked you on a date for this Saturday, would you say yes?”

You visibly halt your movements, making Jeonghan grin at the sight. Your brain is running a million miles a minute. Even though it was confirmed that your longtime crush likes you back, hearing him ask you out on a date makes you want to pass out.

“Yes.” You finally answer after a moment of you screaming internally, and Jeonghan smiles. He nods his head, taking a bite of his waffle as the feeling of warmth floods him.

“It’s a date.” Jeonghan states, cutting out the yolk from his egg and placing it onto your plate, knowing that that’s your favorite part. You hold back a squeal, nodding your head in response.

What Seulgi told you the night before rings in your head as you eat the yolk Jeonghan gave you, and you roll your eyes at the thought of it. You can’t believe the mission was accomplished.

“You know Seulgi, this is a mission to get more information on a drug lord. Don’t you think this is too much?” You ask, gesturing to your whole get up, putting a pause to Seulgi’s rant about Hyoon’s poor makeup decisions. Your friend smirks at you, causing you to raise an eyebrow at her.

“There’s actually two missions, yn.” You squint at her, and she narrows her eyes back at you.

You watch as Seulgi’s eyes brighten when a smile forms on her face, and she raises her arms up in the air. “To seduce Jeonghan so that the two of you will finally go on a date!”

Smiling to yourself, you glance up into Jeonghan’s kind eyes and say,

“It’s a date.”

The bright smile that forms on Jeonghan’s face from your response almost makes all the worries you hold in your heart disappear.

key word: almost.

[storiesofsvu]

Classified Affairs Ch 16

Heather Dunbar x reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, mentions of smut, mentions of sugar baby/mommy dynamics, a lot of gay panic.

The next week was a whirlwind, life never seemed to even pause or really give you a break, between working both jobs, spending more time hanging out with Becca, and Heather showing up at the condo whenever she pleased (though she usually kept it to once a week now), it felt like you never had a moment to yourself. Not that you really minded, at least you were out being social and doing things rather than working yourself to death as you were before.

Heather was careful, keeping her visits limited, giving you more of the space that she’d suggested, she would still come and go as she pleased, but the interactions were shorter, and each time she reminded you to back off if you needed it, if you couldn’t get rid of whatever feelings you had, she would leave you alone for a little longer. If she was there when you got home from work, there was less chit chat, it was strictly business, quickly entering the bedroom so she could have her way with you. She would make sure you were okay, potentially run a bath for you and then disappear into the night. She mentioned that she was happy to hear you were spending more time with your work friends, that it was good for you to be hanging out with more people than just her. Though she very sternly reminded you of the rules you had set in place, that of course you vehemently nodded to, saying that you understood, and weren’t about to break any of those rules, especially after the last blow out.

You took Becca out to a couple of newer places around the city that she hadn’t even heard of, introducing her to more fun things to do. You also spent a few evenings in her dorm, helping her study and work on a few papers for finals, making friends with her roommate and a couple of other school friends of hers. You were happy to have things progressing in a platonic way, noticing that her crush seemed to have dissipated, leaving you with just a new friend, which was all you wanted and needed right now. And honestly, it was nice to have someone to hang out with on the regular who wasn’t Heather.

Currently, you were at Salt Line, having wrapped the lunch rush, cleaning and tidying before the next shift of workers came in. The tables were cleared, the morning server already in the back doing their cash out, the duties they were required to do already done. You were behind the bar, putting away glassware and polishing what needed it as you went. There were a couple of regulars at some of the bar tables nursing beers as they kept an eye on the t.v that was playing ESPN, chattering back and fourth.

Your ears pricked up at the sound of the door opening, listening as the hostess greeted someone, internally groaning when you heard her mention heading straight up to the bar if they wanted. You had to get to Shaw’s by six, and had been hoping for a little bit off a break between jobs. However when you turned around at the sound of the person slipping into a stool, you were greeted with a familiar face.

“Ms Sharp?”

“Y/n?” She stalled slightly, only continuing to slip out of her blazer as she realized it was actually you, a small smile on her face, “well I can’t say I thought I’d see you here.”

“Why not?” Your brow scrunched, “it’s my job.”

“Two p.m on a Wednesday afternoon? I guess I figured you’d be behind a desk somewhere not slinging drinks.”

“You’ve lost me on this one.” You laughed, pouring her a glass of water as you slid her a menu.

“Thought you were in the P.A business?”

You froze, toppling over the empty wine glasses you’d been putting away, remembering Heather’s fib when she’d introduced the two of you. Now you had some serious backpedaling to do,

“Oh,” you laughed, “I’m just��between gigs right now, bartending seems to be the easiest fall back job when that happens.”

“Surely Heather would be able to hook you up with something if you needed it?” She glanced up from the menu, “I’ll take the Paloma.”

“‘Course.” You busied yourself with swiftly making her drink, hoping that she would drop the Heather topic. You were about to have to lie your way through the last hour of your shift, remember all of those lies, and then let Heather in on all of them in case Jackie brought you up with her at a later date.

“I haven’t been here in a while, what do you recommend?”

“Are you looking for something light or more substantial?” You asked, leaning up against the bar to get a better look at the menu as she perused it.

“Potentially two smaller things? How’s the crab dib?”

“Eck.” You made a face and she laughed,

“Not to be trusted?”

“It’s like one of the only things we have that’s not made in house and fresh. Just…stay away.”

“Noted.”

“I’d go with either scallops, burrata, Brussels sprouts, calamari, or the starter salad, which you can add salmon or shrimp onto.”

“Hmm.” Jackie’s eyes darted through the menu, reading up on the dishes you’d recommended. “I’ll go scallops, sprouts, and I’ll take the salad with shrimp to go, dressing on the side please.”

“Sounds good.” You turned to the computer, quickly ringing in the order along with her drink, marking the tab with her name in case you did end up swapping out before she was finished. Setting her up with a side plate, cutlery and napkins that she softly thanked you for, her eyes flitting between the t.v and her phone.

“Could you turn that one up? Or just subtitles?” She asked, gesturing towards the news channel that was covering the upcoming election year, debating over who they believed would end up running and what the other rumours were.

“Yeah, ‘course.” You grabbed the remote, both turning it up and adding the text to the screen.

“Thanks.”

“I take it the rumours are true?” You raised a brow and she chuckled.

“Which ones?”

“That you’re thinking of running?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for three years.” She replied, a near gleam in her eye, “after the disastrous way the President went down? It makes you want to make things right, you know?”

“Yeah. I do. And it doesn’t seem like Underwood is that much better?” You leant up against the bar, talking of course, about the VP who had moved up when impeachment happened.

“The lesser of two evils.” Jackie shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. “Is it true Heather wants to run?”

“No idea.” You huffed, “we don’t talk politics.”

“You were her assistant and you don’t talk politics?”

“You know what I mean.” You laughed, pushing away from the wood, “I did the bare minimum when we worked together, I don’t really follow politics.”

“Yet you work this close to Capitol Hill?”

“Politicians have deep pockets, better tips.” You gave her a knowing look and she laughed again.

“How long did you work for Heather?”

Oh lord….here we go…

“Couple of years.” You figured it was vague enough it was feasible.

“Hope she didn’t keep you on too short of a leash.”

You snorted at that, “she…certainly runs a tight ship. Quite the stickler for rules.”

You were incredibly happy when the printer went off and you were pulled away from the conversation to make a handful of drinks for the servers. You ended up having to change a keg, and grab a couple of bottles of reserve wine from the liquor room, by the time you got back, Jackie’s food had been dropped off. After you glanced to her drink, making sure it wasn’t empty you ducked to your phone, scrambling out a message.

‘Jackie’s here.’

‘Where?’ The slightly confused text came from Heather lightning fast.

‘Salt Line.’

‘Is she in your section? Or did she just stop to say hi?’

‘She’s sitting at the bar. It’s just her, not a work lunch or anything. And she’s asking questions…’

‘About?’

‘How long I worked for you, what exactly it was I did for you. I’m lying my ass off here Heather, I just wanted to give you a heads up in case you two run into each other later today or before I see you Thursday.’

‘Alright. Keep doing what you’re doing. Call me when your shift is done.’

‘I’m headed straight to the other bar, it’s only a ten minute drive, but I can try.’

‘Good girl.’

You tossed your phone back down on the back counter and turned back to Jackie, praying she wouldn’t be here much longer. You didn’t mind the company, and honestly she was pretty easy to talk to, she didn’t give off the same vibes that Heather did, and seemed less up tight than other politicians. But the last thing you wanted to do was let something slip about your situation with Heather, especially if the two of them were running against each other for President…that was certainly some blackmail Jackie could hold over Heather if she needed to.

“How is everything?” You asked, breaking the somewhat awkward silence.

“Delicious. Thank you.”

“Another Paloma?”

“Please.”

Making the drink quickly you swapped it out with the now empty glass that she had just drained, popping it into the dishwasher.

“Do you miss the money?” She asked suddenly and you glanced to her with a curious expression, pulling a small chuckle from her, “working for Heather. I can’t imagine what you make here is even close to what she was paying.”

“You mean the four dollars an hour I make here?” You laughed, “yeah…Heather’s paycheques were much better. And it was nice to actually get benefits for once, this place doesn’t cover anything but maybe a free beer at the end of the night.”

“Shame.” She paused for a bite of scallop, “have you thought about asking if she needs someone for the campaign?”

“Oh I don’t think I’m that well versed in politics.”

“You said you had a journalism degree, right?” You nodded, “that kind of education is helpful to more than a few roles in the White House. She’ll need a speech writer, campaign manager,” Jackie nearly sighed as she started to tick things off on her fingers, thinking about the team she still had to build, “attorney, personal assistant to help schedule all the travel, hotels, flights, set up media appearances, meetings with other leaderships, personal stylist, someone to keep her husband in the loop on where and when he needs to be places to show the proper support.” You felt your cheeks heat at the mention of her husband considering half the time you simply forgot he existed.

“I guess I never thought about it that way.”

“Worth a shot.” Jackie shrugged with a grin, “if she’s got her team already up and going, maybe I’ll just have to poach you for myself.”

“You’ll need that much staff too?”

“Nearly. I’ve got some of it set up already, and I don’t have a husband I need to worry about.”

“Oh..” You paused, assuming divorce, “sorry.” You winced slightly and she nearly barked out a laugh.

“You really don’t follow politics do you?” She raised a brow and you shook your head, “I’m one of three publicly out politicians.”

“Oh…oh!” Your eyes widened suddenly as the realization swept over you, “I guess….Heather’s teasing that night makes more sense now.”

“Yeah.” Jackie laughed, a near coy grin on her cheeks, “Remy’s an old friend, but..certainly not my cup of tea.”

“Yeah, likewise.” You muttered, feeling your cheeks burning at the way Jackie hummed over the rim of her glass, keeping her eyes on you as she did so, they flicked down to your hands briefly.

“No ring?” She stated, “though that is a gorgeous bracelet.”

“Oh..” you picked your wrist up, twirling it softly, giving yourself time to come up with a lie “yeah, Tiffany’s. Got it for myself as a reward after I managed to keep up with Heather’s workload for a month.”

“How nice. You have good taste.”

“Thanks.”

You began to clear the empty plate in front of her, placing it off to the side to be bussed later, starting to pull glassware out of the dishwasher to occupy yourself and hope that she stopped asking questions soon. You heard the chime go off signalling someone coming in the front door and glanced up towards the movement, panic racing through you as you noticed it was Heather moving through the room towards you. Somehow, you fumbled the martini glasses in your hands, one of them smashing into the edge of the back counter instead of going up onto it as you’d been planning.

“Shit.” You jumped out of the way as the shattered glass fell to the floor, your hands nearly shaking now. You placed the unbroken one down where it belonged, ducking down to pick up the larger pieces to dump with the stem into the broken glass bucket. In your rushing, you managed to prick one of your fingers, “oh for fucks sake!”

“You alright?” Jackie asked as you popped back up.

“Yeah. Just need to grab a bandaid.” Your eyes shot to Heather as she’d now fully approached the bar, “hi Ms Dunbar. I’ll be right back.”

“How many times have I told you not to pick up broken glass with your hands?” She raised a brow and you let out a huff of a laugh.

“Clearly not enough.”

You managed to escape briefly after that, passing off to one of the bar backs to be careful around the broken glass. (Luckily, you discovered when you returned that they’d taken the time to clean it up for you and you said a silent blessing to them).

“Heather?” Jackie turned to the other woman, “I take it you’re done early today too?”

“They cancelled that last cabinet meeting, thank god.” She rolled her eyes as she took a seat beside the younger woman. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before?”

“It’s been a while. I just needed somewhere close to get a bite, I’ve got a late meeting with Underwood in a bit.”

“Hmmm.” Heather took her in for a moment, knowing that if she was meeting with the President this close to campaign announcements she might have to keep a bigger eye out for her than she thought. She was distracted by you practically pouncing back behind the bar.

“Sorry. Bit frazzled today. Did you want the usual?”

“I’ll take it with tonic today sweetheart.”

You nearly gulped at the pet name, especially of it’s usage in front of Jackie, but reminded yourself that Heather had been calling you sweetheart for years before your little arrangement had begun. Hell, she called half the staff sweetheart, it was just the way she was. You swiftly made her drink, sliding it towards her before you started her a tab. When you’d texted her, you figured she would tell you to keep her updated, not actually show up at the restaurant. Thankful that the two of them had distracted themselves with each other, you picked up your phone again, opening a message to Becca.

‘Just fucking KILL me pls.’

You triple checked that you were in fact sending this to her and not Heather by accident before sending it off, taking a few more moments to clean up some dishes, benign more careful this time to not break anything. You could feel your anxiety coursing through your veins, you’d been fine all day, but the jitters were getting the best of you now. Despite talking with Jackie, you could still feel Heather’s eyes on you, there was no doubt she noticed your shaking when you’d poured her drink.

‘You get stuck at your other job or something?’

‘Not exactly.’

‘Couple weeks ago, when I was out with not-gf we ran into one of her coworkers. She likes to keep things pretty private, esp since we’re not a couple, so we played it as I used to work with her a few years back. The coworker showed up here today and recognized me and was confused as to why I’d be bartending, instead of in the same field. THEN I SWEAR SHE STARTED FLIRTING WITH ME! I text not-gf about it, letting her know I’m feeding this girl *lies* and instead of just accepting that SHE FUCKING SHOWED UP HERE. I’M ULTIMATE GAY PANICKING RIGHT NOW. WHAT THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!’

‘Hahahahahahahahah omg bestie. You truly are having a *moment*. I do not envy you. Does not-gf know you were being flirted with? Cause she sounds pretty possessive from what I remember?’

‘I think that’s WHY she showed up. FUCK.’

‘Good luck. ;)’

‘I fucking hate you.’

‘See ya in a few. And sorry, I’m with my brother right now, otherwise I’d let you gay panic yell more.’

Was all she replied and you rolled your eyes with a huff, turning back to the bar top.

“Did you want a menu?” You asked Heather and she shook her head.

“Just the drink is fine.”

You turned to Jackie, clearing the final plate from her, making sure she had a bag for her to go food, “dessert?”

“Oh I couldn’t possibly have any more sweetness right now.”

You fumbled at that, thankful that at least this time you didn’t drop anything. Your eyes darted to Heather who shot you a near glare. You wondered if Jackie was simply upping her game because of the presence of Heather, and the way she’d called you sweetheart. Instead, you collected yourself, asking if Jackie wanted another drink, she declined after checking her watch, saying she had to get back and just needed the cheque. It didn’t take her long to settle up, passing the card reader back to you as she finished up. She thanked you for your time, bid a farewell to Heather and with another nod and soft smile, her eyes nearly lingering on Heather for a moment, she left the restaurant. You let out a bit of a hefty sigh as you took the last of the dishes back to the kitchen, giving yourself a moment to breath before you went back to Heather.

“Are you just here for the one? I need to transfer over to Andrew so I can get to Shaw’s.”

“You failed to mention she was hitting on you.” Heather replied with a smirk as she pulled out her wallet.

“I—uh..M’am, I…I’m just doing my job. I can’t be blamed for that.” You gestured to Jackie’s now empty chair, “and I really don’t think she was”—

“Couldn’t possibly have any more sweetness?” She asked with a laugh, “that was her flirting. How could you possibly miss that?”

“Just trying to follow the rules.” You murmured.

“Good.” She handed you a fifty. You dropped it in the till, starting to count out the change until you heard her tsk from behind you, “don’t be daft, the rest is for you.”

“Thank you M’am.” You nearly blushed as you turned back around, “but I do really need to get going, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna be late for my other shift by now.”

“Go.” She grinned, “I’ll see you Thursday.”

“Yes M’am.”

Nodding, you collected your things, grabbing the til and your cash out to fire through it in the back. Naturally, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you noticed the hefty tip Jackie had left for you, not that you were complaining by any means. At least she was one of the good ones. Politicians were all hit or miss when it came to tipping.

**

You’d barely been at Shaw’s for an hour, thankful that it wasn’t that busy yet. Weekdays normally meant slower nights, but this was a University bar, and a lot of those kids drank every night of the week, you honestly wondered how half of them were even making any grades at this point. You were behind the bar, but supervising, taking a few tables here and there when the servers got overwhelmed. You noticed Becca bounce up to the end of the bar out of the corner of your eye, a panicked look on her face.

“I fucked up!” She half called to you and you laughed.

“Babe, relax. What did you need comp-ed?” You moved toward her and the computer.

“Oh…no…this isn’t about work.”

“Are you drunk?” Your face fell, a near whine escaping your lips, “or like…tipsy?”

“God no!” She scoffed, “just uh…remember when you were gay panicking earlier?” You nodded, “this would be my turn.”

“Oh my god where is she?” You glanced out toward her section, assuming she had a super hot girl at one of her tables.

“Oh I wish it was that.” Becca laughed.

“What? Girl, come on! Spill it!”

“Kay, you remember meeting my brother a couple of weeks ago?”

“Yeah he was in here with some frat buddies, right? Jordan?”

“Yeah…well..he was hounding me about ‘the girl I was spending so much time with’ over the past little bit, and I was with him earlier and apparently he fucking let it slip to my parents that I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh?”

“He thinks you and I are fucking dating, and he told them that we were.”

“And?”

“It’s his fucking family birthday dinner on Sunday. They all expect this so called girlfriend to be there with me, and if I bring someone else Jordan will call me out on it, he was already teasing me for you being a milf.”

“A what?!” You cackled a laugh, “Becks I’m only thirty two! I don’t think that constitutes a milf”

“I know! I know! Jordan’s a fucking…moron.” She rolled her eyes, “but…any chance you’re free?”

“You need me to be your fake girlfriend for the night?”

“Yeah.” She pouted, “please?” She suddenly shot up off the bar, “like, not anything weird! Like, my family’s pretty…uppity, there doesn’t have to be any PDA or anything! They’ll believe it as long as you’re there.”

“And when the next family gathering comes around?”

“I’ll let it slip to Jordan that we decided we worked better as friends.” She shrugged, “or that like, upper management didn’t like the idea cause you’re technically my supervisor, and we weren’t that into it anyways so it’s fine. You’ll get a free dinner, drinks, and I’ll pay for the next three times we hangout.”

“Okay, that’s a little extensive.” You laughed, “you’re lucky I don’t have plans on Sunday.”

“You’ll do it?!”

“Yes.” You said with a playful sigh, “you said uppity…do I need to like, dress up?”

“Yeah.” Becca’s noise crinkled, “like, nothing super fancy, but they’ll definitely like you better if you’re in a dress and heels and look nice.”

“Ugh. What dynamics am I looking at? Just your dumb brother and your parents?”

“One and a half set of grandparents, Mom’s an only child, but Dad has two other brother’s so them and their families will be there. Probably some work friends of either of them, Dad always likes to invite his bosses over to try and gain brownie points.” She rolled her eyes heavily, “probably a couple of Jordan’s buddies. I think he mentioned a lady friend he’s bringing.”

“A lady friend?” You raised a brow.

“His words not mine.” She defended and you laughed.

“The more I find out about him, the more I hate him.”

“Yeah fucking same.” Her head swivelled as the food light went off, “shit, that’s probably my table.”

“Go.” You waved her off.

“Thank you. Seriously. You have no idea how much you’re saving my ass with this.” She shot you a pleading smile before darting off to the kitchen, leaving you to move back behind the bar and help out where you could for the rest of the night.

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come home with me

author’s note: here’s a college au! because that’s what I do xP also a couple of weeks ago I mentioned something about sonic and remembered it’s not universal SO: sonic is a drive-in fast-food place (so there are stalls and you eat in your car)

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to Sonic. What’d you do, grow up in a cult?”

Cas frowns at him. “Yes, Dean, I did.”

Dean rolls his eyes as he pulls into the tiny stall of the drive-in and puts the car in park. “Well you gotta get mozzarella sticks then. And a Route 44.”

Cas leans across the seat, over Dean, and peers at the lit-up menu. “Why’s it called a Route 44?” 

“Because it’s forty-four ounces.”

“...What about ‘route?’” Cas fingers curl around air quotes.

“Route. Driving on the road. This is a drive-through?” Dean sighs. “I gotta get you out more.”

“We’re out right now.” 

Dean refuses to let Cas order, instead getting them tater tots, mozzarella sticks, milkshakes, and slushes. 

Cas slips his feet out of his sandals and props them on the dashboard--Cas is the only person Dean lets do that, because Cas is the only person Dean lets do a lot of things.

They were randomly assigned roommates at the start of the year, and now there’s only a few weeks left until summer, so Dean is trying to cram in as many “normal people activities” until Cas goes home to his literally cult-like family.

(Dean has tried to convince Cas that he should come home with him to Kansas, at least for a week or something, but he hasn’t managed to get Cas onboard yet.)

Cas is weird, which makes sense, but he’s also a lot of fun. He makes all of Dena’s favorite things seem new again--he’s never listened to any music that isn’t classical or Christian radio, he’s never seen a color movie, and watching TV? Absolutely not. Dean’s gotten the opportunity to give him a crash course in all things Humanity, and along the way, he’s gained a friend. 

“Why do you have to go back, anyway?” Dean asks after their food arrives (Cas is delighted by the carhop wearing roller skates). “I mean, they let you come to college.” They do this often, picking up a conversation they dropped off hours ago as if no time has passed at all.

Cas sighs and sets down his milkshake (the inspection of a maraschino cherry was fun to watch). “It was part of the agreement,” he says heavily. “I get to go to college if I spend my summers at home.”

“And what about after college?” Dean asks around a mouthful of tater tot. “I mean, you’re gonna go out into the world, right?”

Cas shrugs. “Not necessarily. My older brothers didn’t. They just married women from our church and stayed.”

Dean doesn’t know what to say to that. He knows that Cas doesn’t want that, because Cas told him so, a few weeks ago. 

They haven’t talked about it since, but it was a late Thursday night when Cas returned to their dorm room, practically in tears after a scheduled phone call with his parents. Dean had intercepted Cas in the best way he knew how--with a leftover slice of the pie he’d made in their dorm’s communal kitchen that afternoon, a slice he had saved just for Cas. 

They’d sat on the floor of their room and, between bites of pie, Cas told him that he was gay (which didn’t shock Dean at all, really) and that he had told his parents (now that shocked him). Apparently they hadn’t reacted well. That night, they’d both slept in Dean’s bed, because he didn’t want Cas to be alone. 

Now, in the neon glow of Sonic’s lights, drinking slushes, that time seems both far away and immensely close. Cas stares out the windshield off into the distance, slurping thoughtfully on his milkshake, before saying, “But there’s nothing I can do about it, really.”

“You could come home with me,” Dean says in a rush. “I know I’ve mentioned it before but...I’ve already asked Mom and she said it would be fine, and there’s a guest room at the house. And you would get to meet my brother! You two could nerd it out all the time. And there’s a really cool park there, with those flowers that you like, and--” Dean stops in his tracks, because Cas is staring at him with a curious expression on his face, his head cocked to the side.

“You’re sure your mom would be fine with it?” Cas asks. 

“Like I said, I already asked her. She’ll put you to work, though.”

“It sounds nice.” Cas sighs again. “Sounds better than going home. And you’ll be there. I would miss you this summer if I went home.”

Dean’s not sure what drives him to do it, but he sets down his slush and reaches across the seat for Cas’ hand. Cas lets him take it and then threads their fingers together. 

Cas smiles at him, and Dean realizes that he does, in fact, know why he’s offering Cas the guest room back at home, why he held him close that night, why he reached for his hand just now. 

It’s the same reason that he scoots closer, hoping he’s not reading things wrong, that Cas gets it too--

Cas does get it, because he abandons all pretense and leans in, pressing his lips against Dean’s. Dean’s breath hitches as he gets a handful of Cas’ shirt (which is actually one of Dean’s that he threw at Cas last semester to get him to stop wearing button-downs all the time), and then their lips slide together. 

When he pulls away, Cas looks a little starry-eyed, and something occurs to Dean.

“Was that-was that your first kiss?” Dean asks.

Cas looks bashful. “Yeah.”

“...Was it a good one?”

“I don’t know,” Cas says thoughtfully, but Dean’s known him long enough to know that Cas is screwing with him. “We might have to try again.”