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Interlude: No More Drama | Part 8 | Love Me Now

Interlude: No More Drama Masterlist

Word count: 4,985

Warnings: Angst, language

Part 8 | Love Me Now

“Now I realize those shining days, those days left alone being stuck in the dark you disappeared.”

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The clinking sound of the spoon touching your cup of tea can be heard. It was not the usual prototype of a cafe that you would come to. It’s even too grand to be called a cafe. Butlers are stationed nearby, and although their presence is to make sure you’re at ease, it does exactly the opposite.

You’re worried about your table manners, your speech, and the way you dress up. You’re choosing a nude-colored coat, pairing it with a black turtle neck to keep the theme neutral. You complete the look by wearing a minimal gold layered necklace over it, with few stacks of thin rings on your fingers.

The steps from oxford shoes snap you out of your daze. There, you saw how this tall man gracefully walks towards your direction. Two men can be seen walking next to his side, to which he dismisses when he’s about to reach you.

“Good afternoon, Ms. [Y/L/N]. I hope I didn’t take too much of your time.”

Mr. Jeong took his seat, immediately crossing his legs and clasping his hand together.

You straighten your back, trying hard not to look nervous, “No problem, uh, Sir. I already make sure I book my calendar for this so please be at ease.”

After what Jaehyun has told you about his father, you could not believe that man in his story is the same person as the one who’s sitting in front of you. Sure, he looks intimidating by his prideful aura, but he is the perfect epitome of a gentleman. A posture that is so perfect that it must be from years of keeping his manner on check.

Not long after, the butler brought his share of tea. He never ordered, so you wondered how the waiter would know his choice of drink. Perhaps he was a regular here, or his men ordered it for him.

The butler poured his tea, left immediately afterwards. You were about to take a sip of your tea because the silence kills you before he suddenly speaks up.

“So, how is your company running along? What was it called again?”

“The Paper Plane, Sir.”

“Ah yes, that one.” He took a sip while fixing his gaze on you.

You gulped, “It’s been doing well, Sir. Our project with NCT Corporation is on track so that’s great. Johnny has been nothing but wonderful, he’s been a great help.��

“What do you do again at your company?”

“I’m the creative director, Sir. I oversee the general artistic direction of a brand or company, making sure everyone has a shared vision of the direction things should be moving in.”

“I see,” He placed his cup back on its saucer, seemingly impassive about the topic.

“So, Jaehyun.”

Your heart drops at the sudden change of topic. Although you want to remain calm, you can feel the anxiousness start to creep in and you unconsciously press your lips together.

“How long have you been together?”

“Sorry sir?” You are taken aback by his sentence, clearly didn’t expect him to be so direct, skipping the unnecessary chit-chat. Furthermore, you’re not sure whether Jaehyun told him about your relationship. Presuming from the story Jaehyun has told you, it doesn’t seem like he did.

“Indeed, Jaehyun introduced you as our client,” He took a glance at his teacup, leaving it untouched as he diverted his pupils to you. “But I know you’ve been dating Jaehyun.”

You widen your eye, revealing more sclera. “Uhm…” unsure how to answer, especially in front of Jaehyun’s father domineer aura.

But you decided that you don’t want to lie.

“We’ve only been together for almost four months, Sir. But I’ve known him for seven months.”

“Ah, young love.” He twirls his spoon on his tea, “Must be great, I assume?”

You gulped nervously, not sure whether you answered correctly.

“Jaehyun has been treating me well, Sir. Even though he is working hard at the office – which I heard from Johnny he’s always a stellar performer, he always make sure he spare some of his time for me. He’s gentle, and appreciates my opinions too.”

“I see,” He breaks your sentence, taking another sip. “Then, I take that as he would listen if you asked him to end it with him?”

You almost drop your spoon, “Sorry?”

“Jaehyun is an excellent young man, Ms. [Y/L/N]. He would face more challenges moving forward, and surely you’d rather be free with your creative field.” He holds his cup, putting a sarcastic tone especially at the word creative.

“Well, I think it’s up for Jaehyun to decide, Sir. He’s a full-grown man and I think he’s excellent at making his own decision.” You tried to keep your calm, debating with him.

“Ms. [Y/L/N],” He lets out a cold snicker. “I do not like to repeat my words.”

You hold your breath, surprised at the sudden change of personality.

“Our Jaehyun already has his life crafted for him. His future is bright, and I know he would continue doing well. You lived in a world, completely opposite of his. It would be difficult for you to carry on with the relationship.”

“Thus my advice, Ms. [Y/L/N], since it’s only been a short while since you started seeing my son, I would suggest you would end it soon. It would make the parting more bearable.”

He clasped both of his hands, elbow on the table. He gives you a smile, and a dimple appears on his right cheek, probably where Jaehyun inherits his. However, his smile was monochromatic, dark and cold.

“Sir, with all due respect,” You unconsciously formed a fist, clawing yourself for a grip. “Both of us can decide what’s the best for our own, and Jaehyun is more than capable of deciding his own path. He would be happier if he could walk on the path that he chose.”

“If.” He shrugs his back to his chair backrest. “My dear, you don’t know anything about his life. And believe me, it’s time for you to no longer be a part of it.”

You could no longer stay in the suffocating air, you rose from your seat. He remains unfazed, as if he knows you would react this way.

“Sir, I apologize if this may come off as rude.” Even at the tip of your patience, you tried to be polite to someone who shares the same blood with your lover. “But I’m a woman of my own decision and I love Jaehyun as much as he loves me. I think you just crossed the line by telling me that I’m unsuited to be a part of his life. I don’t even think you even asked Jaehyun about this. Please think more about your family’s happiness if you truly care.”

You grabbed your purse, storming outside without even trying to say goodbye to the rude man. You saw in glances that the butlers seem uncomfortable with your conversation, but you don’t give a damn. You don’t even care even to split your bill, that man probably has the fortune to purchase the entire building anyway.

You took a march outside the tea salon, and after you judge you’re far enough, the walls that hold your tears finally break down like a broken dam. You squatted because you don’t want anyone to see the sight of you crying, even though you’re sure people would still take a peek at you crouching down, sobbing.

You cried because you feel insulted, not at the way he talks to you. He looked you down, and it hurts your pride. You built your career from the ground and you’re very proud of it. So for a father of the person whom you love refused to give his blessings to you merely because he sees you as unbefitting as his son’s partner is devastating.

“Hey, are you OK?”

You’ve heard that voice before. Although the overall tone of his voice was cheery, he tried his best to calm you down.

You look up at the owner of the voice, eyes are still wet from crying. As if the stars were trapped inside, his eyes were full of sparkles. The gaze that gives a spoiler of his innocence and purity. From the way he looks at you, you know behind his iris lies his kindness.

“Ah, you’re… Jaehyun’s brother?” You’re quick on your feet, standing up so he doesn’t have to stare down, ending your sentence awkwardly because you don’t know how to address him.

“Just call me Mark.” He said in a friendly tone, “Uhm, I realize you’re just from the tea shop, but would you like a warm cup of hot chocolate?”

You realize how awkward he is, his hand keeps scratching his non-itchy scalp. He probably never asked someone out, so he doesn’t know what to do. But you know he did so because he wished to calm you down.

“Hot chocolate sounds fantastic, Mark.”

The familiar sight of the cafe makes you comfortable. The smell of the fresh pastries and grounded coffee fits you better in comparison to the high-end tea setting just now.

“Here,” Mark handed out a warm towel.

You stare at him confusedly, and he immediately answers your unspoken question, “Oh, it’s from the kitchen. One of my friends is the staff here. It’s fresh from the sterilizer, so it’s clean, don’t worry!”

Finally, the feeling of discomfort starts to fade at how genuine he is in trying to cheer you up. You took the towel out of his hand, “Thank you.”

You patted the towel over your swollen lids. Mark took his seat, fidgeting on the cup’s handle before he talked about the elephant in the room.

“So, uhm…”

“Was it my, uhm, father who did this?” He stutters as he is very careful about touching the sensitive subject.

You paused, trying not to recall the bitter memory. But you see Mark glancing at you like a lost cheetah cub, and you don’t have the heart to ignore his question.

“Well, sort of, I guess. He’s not entirely on fault, I think.”

Though you know deep inside he is, you tried to keep your statement as democratic as possible, avoiding to hurt Mark’s feelings if you bad mouthed his father.

“It’s OK, you can be honest with me.” He leans forward so you can see his sincerity.

“Truthfully I saw when you talked to Father. Sorry, I overheard my father at home, he said he’s meeting you today. I realized he was talking about you, hyu…”

“I mean, elder brother’s girlfriend.”

“Just address him comfortably, Mark. I realize you forced yourself to call him that way. Also, it sounds overly polite.”

He lets out a warm chuckle, “Ah, you got me. Father asked me to call him that way, so I want to make sure I’m used to it.”

“Why do you have to force yourself? He is your brother, no family does that.”

Your statement causes the lines on his face to appear, forming especially near his cheekbones, showing how prominent they are.

“Anyway,” You swirl your cup, melting the marshmallow on top. ”Jaehyun never mentions that I am his girlfriend, how does he know?”

Mark almost choked on his share of chocolate. He cleared his throat, “Well, Father has his own connection…”

You furrows your brows, demanding him to elaborate his statement.

“Please don’t be offended? I think he did a background check on you. It’s just the way he does his thing, and I know it’s wrong and I oppose it.”

“Also, you did steal the show on that night. Not only are you linking arms with hyung, but you’re different from the rest of the wannabes on that event.”

You laughed, but it dies down instantly as the thought of their father investigating you makes you uneasy. “Well, he could’ve just met me and get to know me. That is some illegal shit he’s doing.”

He then asks you whether Jaehyun has told you anything about him. You did tell him the snippets of the story that Jaehyun has told you, telling him that you know the situation between them through Johnny initially.

You keep it nice and short before he proceeds to tell you a bit of Jaehyun’s childhood. About how Jaehyun always acted like the ideal older brother but you’re almost out of breath when you laugh at the story on how Jaehyun sulks because he wanted to eat his cereal with a cold milk, but they were out of it so he sobs while saying that all he wants is just some milk.

“Hey, bro. Sorry it took me a while to clean off the stain.” You are equally as surprised as him, who just skipped his way to where you and Mark is.

“What is she doing here?” Taeyong openly showed his hostility.

“You know him, Yong? Oh no, wait, yeah you told me she came with hyung during your class.”

“Mark just asked me for a cup of hot chocolate, to cheer me up.”

“Why?” He furrowed his brows, directing that question to Mark like he didn’t want to engage a conversation with you.

“She met father, Yong. And I, uhm, happened to be there so I took her here.”

The explanation seems minimal but it seems enough for Taeyong to grasp the situation. “Hah! Let me guess, the meeting doesn’t go well, does it?”

You fidget with your fingers, not sure how to answer him. Mark took your place by giving his friend a nod.

“Well I guess it's bound to happen. The Jeongs are always overprotective with their old money business. Thank God you kept your mother’s last name.”

“Yong!” He rose from his seat, moving his palm to cover Taeyong’s mouth.

“Oh shit, his man could be around, doesn’t it?”

“No, no, no!”

You’re confused with his statement, especially when Mark became so alert at the sudden piece of information.

“What business, Mark?”

“Wait, she doesn’t know?”

Mark shook his head lightly, trying to keep his movement minimal so Taeyong aware that he just landed on a minefield. It was like a scene from a movie, where both of them slowly looked at your direction.

“Answer me.”

“He doesn’t have the obligations, though.” Taeyong tried to ask you to let this one off.

“Mark.”

“[Y/N], I’m sorry can you just pretend you didn’t hear it? I-”

“Mark, your father just insulted my career or basically just me as a human being for loving your older brother. I’m about to move in with him and I think I deserve to know the truth if there’s anything that he’s hiding.”

The way you demand makes Mark flinched, “But, if Jaehyun-hyung didn’t tell you then I don’t think I have the rights to do so.”

“Mark, please.” You beg, and you can feel your vision start to blur. The water that starts to collect on your tear duct instantly made Mark’s decision.

“Yong, can we borrow the classroom?”

Taeyong nods, and with that he swiftly walks to the classroom direction on the second floor. You and Mark followed right after.

“I’ll wait outside. There’s no more class today so take your time.” Taeyong said gently to Mark.

“Sure, I owe you bro.”

Mark then took a seat next to you. With no table in between, you can now see the frustration in his eyes. You know you don’t want to force him to tell you anything, but you’re just tired of this new information that keeps appearing with every breath you take.

You just want to know the truth.

He looked left and right, making sure there’s no extra pair of ears that could listen to your conversation except for Taeyong.

“[Y/N], I really don’t think I should tell you any of this...”

“Mark... Jeong? Wait, Taeyong did say that you kept your mother’s last name.”

“It’s Lee. Mark Lee.”

He is fidgeting with his fingers, vexed with the fact he has to be the one who deliver the news.

“Please, what I about to tell you is suppose to be a secret. And please, please I beg you don’t let this change the way you see hyung.”

You tilted your head to one side, confused with the sudden warning.

He then spoke softly, “My adoptive father, and grandfather. Well, mostly my grandfather... Uhm, I guess there’s no way he could build an empire like what we have right now without… a little bit of help.”

Lines appeared on your forehead you might get wrinkles as you frowns harder.

Mark looked down, took a deep breath before he looks at you, “The Jeongs have been doing underground business.”

He looked at you and immediately regretted that you have to hear it from him, and not Jaehyun. But there’s no way you letting him go after that piece of puzzle he just revealed.

“Grandfather knows in order to fulfil his dream to live with power, it would be nearly impossible to run just a property business. Long story short, he made connections with people from higher ups to do business behind the scene. Father, as the only child, has no option but to…”

“What business, Mark?” You demanded him to cut to the chase, frustrated because he keeps on concealing the truth.

Worries are stamped all over Mark’s face. He pressed his lips together, wishing that he could seal this information forever, but your eyes told him to unfold the truth.

“Gamblings, drugs, prostitutes.”

You closed your eyes in disbelief. Breathing in trying to not let another tear fall.

“As a company, NCT Corp. is doing great now. Of course as the founder we’ll get a lot from there but once Father tasted how much it triples with his side business, Father just couldn’t stop.”

“Also, it’s even easier to do their business because Father is the founder of NCT Corp.. As a property company, he can easily conceal where the transaction happens. We are the biggest in our sector, and with Father’s connection, that he inherits from grandfather, boom, easy as a snap of a finger.”

“Hang on,” You push your palm to Mark’s direction, interjecting him. “Is Jaehyun the heir?”

He widens his eyes, “He is the next in line for NCT Corp..”

“Mark, you know I’m not talking about that.”

Mark constantly grips his jeans, visibly anxious. “I swear, [Y/N], Jaehyun-hyung don’t want this,”

Before Mark could continue his sentence, you quickly grabbed your purse, ready to leave.

“Wait, [Y/N], please!”

Mark holds your arm, begging you to stay.

“You’re not leaving hyung, will you?”

You squeezed your lips together, as the next sentence that you’re about to say feels like a thousand needles piercing your heart.

“What is there left to make me stay, Mark?”

He rose from his seat in panic, “No, no! Please don’t, I beg you! This is all my fault, I shouldn’t have told you! I just ruined hyung’s happiness. Please don’t leave his side, you don’t know the look that he gave you that night. He truly cherishes you and he will continue to do so, I promise!”

He hold your arm, begging you to listen to his explanation.

“Jaehyun-hyung will try his best to protect you, I know that, so don’t leave him, [Y/N].”

You pull your hand, escaping it from Mark’s grip. “Your father,” No matter how much you tried to be collected, the droplets finally fell down from your eyes. “Done a background check on me. Insulted me to the bones, and he is a freaking mafia? Tell me, Mark, would it be wise for me to stay?”

He wanted to argue, but he couldn’t because he knows if he were in your shoes, he would probably do the same. He knows the thing that his own father would probably do, so he can’t really defend his own argument.

You gave Mark one last look before opening the sliding door, exiting and ignoring Taeyong who just called you rude.

—

Thank God you took a half day leave because the last thing you would’ve wanted is to deal with work. You finally reach home after sobbing inside the cab.

“Hello?”

There’s no way Doyoung would reject your call, so he answered after a few tones.

“Doyoung, where are you?” You called him, meekly.

“Hey, are you alright?” He noticed that your voice is shaky, and he knows that you’ve been crying.

“I… don’t think I am.”

“Hey, hey, stay with me.”

“Who’s that? Your girlfriend?”

Another voice alerts you. You saw the clock, it’s past seven and it should be over his working hour.

“Doy, should I end the call? I wanted to call Hanbyul but she’s currently vacationing with Mingyu.”

“No it’s fine, I already clocked out but I planned to have dinner with Yuta – no, this is not my girlfriend. Remember her? The one I told you about before you got drunk?”

“Ah! I remember! The one who’s dating The Jeong, right? Man, she’s dating one powerful guy!”

“Wait, Yuta, you know Jaehyun?”

“Who doesn’t? It’s a wide-known fact. Nobody messes with The Jeong – even with all of their doings, they got the higher cops backing them up. My friend back in Osaka, he got connected to a yakuza group, you see, told me that they wouldn’t even dare to come for them. Taka’s yakuza group is pretty poweful, too.”

You can’t see Doyoung, but after eavesdropping their conversation, you can imagine how Doyoung’s face turned pale.

“Shit, [Y/N], is this what it's all about?”

You break down at how perfect he hits the target.

“Fuck, and you just move in too.”

“I can’t stay Doy. I’m fucking scared right now. I don’t feel safe.”

He sighed, “Shit. Yuta, I have to cancel our dinner.”

You can hear Yuta whined in disappointment, but you’re glad on how Doyoung always prioritizes you.

“Is Jaehyun at home?”

You struggle to reply to him, as you’re choking from your tears.

“I was planning to drink tonight so I didn’t bring my car. I’ll go back home and pick you at your place. I’ll stay until Jaehyun’s home, then hopefully we can make peace with him.”

—

Strange.

Usually by now Jaehyun would see you in front of the TV, with any snack available from the pantry. You would watch a drama while waiting for him to return. Sure, it’s way past drama prime time, nevertheless you would always wait for Jaehyun no matter how late he’s coming home.

But all he heard was noises coming from the master bedroom.

“Babe?”

After he called for you, he noticed your movements become faster. He automatically looks up for you, only to find you just finished packing your stuff to your suitcase.

“Baby what’s going on?” He is confused with your action, colors start to wash out from his face.

“I…” You’re nervous because he caught you red handed, and Doyoung is probably still on his way. It’s partly your fault because you didn’t check your phone, which you left in your handbag in the living room. “I can’t stay, Jaehyun. I’m sorry.”

You quickly grabbed your suitcase, didn’t have time to check whether you left anything behind. You couldn’t care, when all that matters is the sight of Jaehyun’s puzzled face. It breaks your heart to see him, knowing that you love him so dearly but you have to leave.

He grabbed you before you could leave, “You can’t stay? What do you mean?” His voice was shaking, you can tell that he couldn’t catch the situation clearly.

“Please let me go, Jaehyun. It is as I said, I can’t stay here anymore.”

“Are you going back to your apartment? Did you leave anything important? I can drive you there.”

“No, Jaehyun.” You closed your eyes, fighting the tears that were about to come, “I can’t stay with you anymore. I’m sorry.”

You drag your suitcase, turning your back from him as you couldn’t bear to look at his face any longer, which is painted with disappointment.

He rushed out of the room, halted you by standing in front of you, “Don’t joke with me, [Y/N],” He finally drops the nicknames he gave to you, “This doesn’t make any sense. Why are you suddenly leaving? What did I do?”

You look at him in the eyes, to see how his eyes start to turn red. You know it’s not his fault, but you also know that it wouldn’t be wise to stay with him, when his family just screams danger.

But Jaehyun deserves to know.

“I met your father this afternoon,” His eyes instantly grew wider, “He told me that you and I live in a different world. He asked me to break it off with you.”

“Bullshit, [Y/N]!” He grabbed your arms. “You know I’m trying to win this battle with him. I promise I will, don’t worry about that fucker and stay. Stay with me.”

He tightly gripped you, tears welled up in his eyes though he did not cry. He’s angry, and you know it.

“Let me go, Jaehyun. Please.” You begged him, pushing the last bit of energy you had left. You’re tired of crying, and you feel like you could cry again anytime soon.

“No, I won’t. If I let you go, you’ll be gone forever. Don’t do this to me, [Y/N]. You’re precious to me and I will not let that goddamn father of mine ruin my only happiness.”

His sentence makes your defense collapse, teardrops left their trails in your cheeks, “Winning what battle exactly, Jaehyun?”

He looked at you confused, not sure which part that you don’t understand. You broke the silence, “When will you tell me that you are an heir to some fucking underground business?”

His jaw drops, clearly blown by the fact that now you know. “[Y/N], I swear to God I never meant to hide it from you,”

“This again Jaehyun? You keep hiding things from me! You tell me a lie, but not exactly. The truth, but not entirely! Which one is it?!”

The aftershock lingers, Jaehyun unable to speak back to you.

“Your family is doing illegal stuff, Jae. And you hid it from me! I can’t believe you asked me to live with you without telling me about this! What do you expect, me obliviously living in danger?”

“No, baby, of course not. Please listen to me, there’s a reason why I didn’t tell you.”

“No reason would be good enough, Jaehyun. Let me go.”

He blocks your way, desperate to make you stay.

“[Y/N]?”

Doyoung suddenly came in, relieving you. Jaehyun, on the other hand, is baffled with the fact he could enter your place.

“How did you come in?”

“I asked him to pick me up, Jae.”

He turned his attention to you, perplexed.

“Please, I have to leave. Let’s go, Doy.”

“You’re leaving me for another guy?” Again, Jaehyun took a grip at your upper arm, refusing to let you go. This time, his grip was tighter. Confusion and anger, as well as disappointment mixed together.

“Jaehyun, that hurts.”

“Answer me, [Y/N]!”

The sight of Jaehyun losing his calm shocked you, as well as Doyoung.

“Bro, let her go. Let’s talk about this…”

“You stay out of this!”

Jaehyun reactively pushed Doyoung away, causing him to fall. He hit his back to the nearby coffee table, and that is enough to fill your eyes with rage.

“Jeong Jaehyun, you don’t fucking hurt my best friend!”

You immediately rushed yourself to Doyoung, checking whether he received any injuries. Although he hissed in pain, there are no visible cuts or wounds.

“Fuck,” Jaehyun murmurs, “[Y/N], I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to, I…”

“Don’t fucking apologize to me! Is this how you're going to treat people, being all violent? How are you different with your father, Jae?!”

As much as Jaehyun wants to deny it, he knows that your words are true.

“We’re leaving, there’s nothing else we could talk about. We’re talking doesn’t change the fact that you are doing illegal business.”

You helped Doyoung to get up, before taking your suitcase and ignoring Jaehyun who just stood in his place.

Before you could leave, he took your hand again, taking every chance he got to change your mind.

“[Y/N], please.”

And as if he just lost all of his hope, a single tear runs down his face.

“I love you, and I know you love me too. I would do anything in power to protect you, I promise.”

You took a glance at your lover – the one that you have to leave soon. Your heart shattered when you saw the desperation in his eyes.

“I beg you, [Y/N].” He entwined his fingers to yours, “You are the most wonderful thing that ever happened in my life. The day you come and fill my day with joy, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Please don’t look at me like that. Look at me like you did that time. Please come love me once again.”

You wish you could stay. How you wish you could return to his embrace, removing the trails of his tears.

Then it strikes you. How you staying means you have to live a life in constant fear. Knowing you have to come home to a person who his family sells women for pleasure.

You could not help but to shake your head. Telling Jaehyun that your decision is final.

“Jaehyun, I’m sorry.”

Your heart breaks into million pieces, for you to leave the love of your life behind.

You love him, so infinitely, and you never sought to hurt him.

But you know continuing your relationship will be a vain.

So you left, leaving Jaehyun there, staying rooted on the same spot.

A/N: I’m sorry...

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Pokémon Alphabet Challenge: P is for Pictures

A/N: This takes place just after XY022, Go for the Gold.

“Ash?”

Ash had been getting a little ahead of himself, he and Pikachu being a few paces ahead of the others. Serena’s tentative voice doesn’t stop him, but it does cause him to turn around and give a light: “Hmm?”

“Why didn’t you need to borrow a lure from Rodman? I hadn’t pegged you as much of a fisherman.”

“Oh! That’s because I already have this.”

Ash hadn’t bothered putting his lure back in his backpack yet, so it’s still sitting comfortably in his front pocket. He pulls it out and displays it proudly for his friends.

“Uh, what is it?” Bonnie asks, tilting her head and pressing a finger to her lips.

“It’s a special lure from a special friend. One who does do a lot of fishing.”

A shiver of discomfort goes down Serena’s spine as she points to the lure. “Is that her?”

Ash laughs obliviously. “Sure is! Her name is Misty. She has a few of these, but she let me keep this one for good luck.”

“Ooh, I bet she’s pretty,” Bonnie coos, reaching out for the lure. “Clemont! Maybe she’d be a good wife for you!”

“Bonnie!”

Clemont’s face instantly flushes red with embarrassment. He twitches, his body wanting to activate his Clemontic Gear to drag Bonnie away, but…well, there’s nowhere to drag her to. He sighs, just having to live in the embarrassment this time.

Before Bonnie can touch the lure, Ash pulls it away, his laughter a little more forced now. “No, I don’t think that one’s a good idea, Bonnie.”

“Aw, why not?” Bonnie whines. “Is she not pretty? Can we see a picture of her?”

“Um…” Ash tactfully avoids the first two questions by crouching down and putting his backpack on the ground. Dedenne and Pikachu scurry next to it and everyone watches as Ash carefully replaces the lure before digging in one of the pockets. “Here we go.”

Inside the pocket is a weathered, brown notebook, with a number of papers sticking out from it. He flips over the cover and pulls out a few pictures. “This is Cilan and Iris, oh, and Trip is the one taking the picture. Then the next one Brock and Dawn—she’s the one with the Piplup I was talking about. This is Brock, May, and Max. May and Max are brother and sister just like you guys are! And then, here she is. Our friend Todd took this one. This is Brock again and then that girl there is Misty.”

Everyone’s looking raptly at the pictures until Serena picks up the one of Ash, Brock, and Misty, looking at it carefully.

“Hey, I was looking at that!” Bonnie shouts.

“Bonnie, calm down.”

“Fine.” Bonnie kneels back down and picks up the one of Ash, Brock, May, and Max. “Maybe you should marry this girl. Then I could talk to the boy. Although, he looks kind of nerdy…kinda like you.”

“He is,” Ash says with a laugh. “Actually, Clemont, you and Max would probably get along really well.”

“And what about Clemont and the girl?”

Ash blinks at Bonnie. “Uh, yeah, I’m sure they’d be able to be friends.”

Bonnie huffs. “No. I mean more than friends.”

“Oh.” Ash blushes a little, turning away to hide his face.

A little squeak sounds from Serena, but no one notices.

Pikachu scampers up his shoulder and pats Ash on the back of the head understandingly. He then turns to Bonnie and shakes his head with a regretful “Chu.”

“Aw, why not?”

Somehow, Pikachu turns his ears to bangs and mimes offering someone a flower.

“…Huh?”

Both Clemont and Bonnie can do little more than scrunch their noses at Pikachu’s abstract interpretation. Ash, on the other hand, can see exactly who Pikachu’s impersonating.

“No, really?” he asks in disbelief.

Pikachu, dropping out of the imitation, nods his head eagerly at Ash. “Pi ka.”

“Drew?”

Pikachu nods more vigorously.

That’s enough to cause Ash to lean back and sit fully on the sand, a hand coming up to his mouth as he tries to process Pikachu’s assertion.

“Whaaaaat?” Bonnie asks, somehow making the word multisyllabic as she does so.

“Oh, Pikachu was just saying that May liked this boy named Drew. He was her riva—”

“Pi kachu!”

“And that he liked her too.”

A heavy breath comes from Serena, causing everyone to turn and look at her.

“Did you say something, Serena?”

Serena, whose posture had just become very relaxed, an easy smile on her face, instantly tenses up at the attention. “What, me? I didn’t say anything!”

“Okay, fine,” Bonnie says with a huff. “So May’s in love with her rival. What about this girl? She’s pretty! She’d make a good wife for Clemont, right?”

“Bonnie!”

Bonnie’s holding up the picture of Ash, Dawn, and Brock towards Ash, who can only look at it with confusion.

“Um, I don’t know? Maybe?” Ash offers with a shrug. Pikachu shakes his head and sighs.

“We have a maybe!” Bonnie cries victoriously. “Now what about the purple-haired girl? Would she be able to take care of Clemont?”

By this point, Clemont has given up. He walks away from the group and collapses in the sand. Dedenne scurries on over and runs around in the boys lap in an effort to cheer him up. It earns a half-hearted chuckle from Clemont, which is enough for Dedenne to give a self-satisfied sigh and plop down for a nap.

“Yeah, she’d definitely be able to take care of him…” Ash says carefully, but that’s more than enough for Bonnie.

“Great! That’s two of Ash’s friends down! Now, what about…” Bonnie snatches the picture of Misty and Brock back from Serena, who lets out a little yelp.

“Bonnie, you shouldn’t do that!” Clemont yells half-heartedly, knowing that he’s already lost for the day.

Bonnie ignores him and finishes her sentence, “her? What about this one? The one with the lure?”

“Um…I don’t think so.”

Bonnie instantly deflates. “Whaa?”

Ash takes the picture back, looking at it, for a moment before turning red and starting to babble. “Yeah, you know she can’t cook at all, for one thing. Plus, she’s a Gym Leader, so she’s stuck in Cerulean City, and Clemont would be stuck in Lumiose City. And…uh…yeah! She’d be really mean to him too! Call him all kinds of names and start fights for no good reason. She’s got way too big of a temper. No, she wouldn’t be good at all.”

“Oh, you’re right then,” Bonnie agrees, albeit a little grumpily. “She doesn’t sound like she would be a good wife at all.”

Ash laughs again, rubbing the back of his head. “Ya got that right!”

He hurriedly gets all of his pictures back, tucking them away safely in his notebook, making sure they haven’t gotten any specks of sand on them. He and Pikachu begin walking again, Bonnie shortly behind. Serena lingers a little, looking carefully at Ash. His words hadn’t convinced her the same way they’d convinced little Bonnie.

She shivers when she feels a hand on her shoulder. She turns and sees Clemont, who instantly takes his hand away, his face a little red—though whether it’s just lingering from Bonnie’s extreme acts of embarrassment or is due to something else is anybody’s guess. “You okay, Serena?”

“Yeah, I guess,” she says with a little sigh that hardly makes it believable.

“Okay…” Clemont says tentatively, clearly not fully believing her. “We better catch up with them.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Serena repeats, beginning to walk forward, though her legs can only get her up to a hearty power-walk.

Though that pace is still enough that Clemont has to awkwardly trot along to keep up, Dedenne bouncing along in his arms.

As they catch up, they hear the trailing bits of Ash and Bonnie’s conversation as she continues to ask him about his past companions.

“It sounds like it’s been a while since you’ve talked to them. You should probably call them soon!”

“You’re right, Bonnie. I’ll call them when we get to the next Pokémon Center! And I’ll check in on Gary and Tracey and Paul…eh, maybe not, and Todd, and Ritchie, oh, and so many people from Unova…”

“Wow, you have a lot of friends.”

“I sure do! Oh, we need to make sure to take a picture of the four of us—” Pikachu swats Ash with his tail, “—five of us—”

“And Dedenne!”

“All of us before we part ways!”

Serena stops in her tracks, causing Clemont to come to a puffing stop beside her. “Serena?”

All Serena can do is swallow heavily, looking at Ash with wide eyes. Clemont looks at her and follows his gaze. It only takes a moment to analyze.

“Oh.”

“Let’s go, Clemont,” Serena says softly.

Dedenne hops from Clemont’s arms into Serena’s, nuzzling at her neck. She can’t help but let out an uneven giggle, gratefully hugging the sweet little rodent into her chest. They continue walking, Bonnie and Ash’s conversation still coming in faintly over the slapping ocean tide.

“But that won’t be for a long time, right?”

“Oh, Bonnie, we still have plenty of adventures left!”

“That’s a yes, right?”

“Of course! I need you guys by my side as I challenge the Kalos League!”

“Pi pikachu!”

“Well, Serena and I will be there to support you! Oh, and Clemont too.”

Clemont and Serena share a look before a few giggles leak out of them.

“Thanks, Bonnie!” Clemont shouts sarcastically out towards them.

Bonnie and Ash finally turn around. “How’d we get so far ahead of ya?” Ash calls out, cupping his hands over his mouth.

Clemont looks over at Serena for a second before shouting back, “I’m just a lot slower than you guys!”

Bonnie groans. “We know!”

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Ash shouts.

Clemont sighs, knowing exactly what he was implying. Grabbing hold of the straps of his pack, he begins running towards them, Serena quickly following suit.

“It…is…so much…harder…to run…in…sand!” Clemont huffs as they ran.

Bonnie jumps up and down, cheering Clemont and Serena on while Ash takes a few steps back. He puts both thumbs and forefingers out in front of him to create a lens like May always used to do. “Attention, friends, Ash’s expeditions here, reporting on a perfect day at the beach with his Kalosian friends. Click.” He turns to Pikachu. “That would have been a good picture, right?”

“Pikachu!”

They turn back out and see Clemont trip, just barely saving himself from eating sand by grabbing onto Serena’s arm, causing her to let out a surprised yelp.

“Clemont!” Bonnie chastises. “Be careful with Serena! If things don’t work out with Ash’s friends, she might be your once chance for happiness!”

“One chance for…Bonnie!”

That’s enough to set Clemont off running the few more feet his has to grab Bonnie, strangling her in a hug.

“Clemont!” Bonnie shouts, her voice shaken by trying to get free from Clemont, as well as laughter.

Serena also doubles over, laughing at Clemont finally having reached the end of his rope. Ash and Pikachu can’t help but join in as well. Once Ash manages to calm himself a little, he lifts a hand and whispers to Pikachu through sniggers, “Bonnie’s right. I have a lot of really good friends.”

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Fic Recs for January 2017

Call First by bmmboo

Summary:

Key or no key, calling ahead before you visit someone’s house is a courtesy that shouldn’t be forgotten. - “To be fair it IS their house.” “Beka.” “…and they’re married, so I mean…It probably isn’t just the couch, you know?” “SHUT THE FUCK UP.”

Along With the Stars by inwhatfurnace

Summary:

“You picked the duet,” there’s a reassuring squeeze of his hand. “Why?” “I want –” he stops, voice shaking, and tries again. “I want you to skate it with me?”

The Poodle and the Noot by the_ol_razzle_dazazzle

Summary:

There was no summary, this is pure utter crack fic. It is a Pingu/Makkachin fic.

in a palace of cracked marble by clxude

Summary:

Jean-Jacques Leroy is strong. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t break occasionally.

Darling by ClockworkDinosaur

Summary:

Victor and Yuuri are not fluent in the others native language.

Easy as Raz Dva Tri by azriona

Summary:

Yuuri wants to surprise Victor. Victor wants to surprise Yuuri.

Well… at least they’re surprised, right?

Beside the Dancing Sea by lily_winterwood, MapleTreeway

Summary:

He’s finally here in this lovely and quiet little beach cottage, and the rest of the year seems to stretch out infinitely before him. Time will pass, though, and it will pass faster than he realises, but in the meantime he will stop worrying about writer’s block and deadlines and not even having the foggiest clue what his next novel’s going to be about, and live.

New York Times-bestselling author Viktor Nikiforov arrives in the sleepy seaside town of Torvill Cove to cure his writer’s block. After encountering local wallflower Yuuri Katsuki at a party, he discovers that this mysterious dark-haired man has a couple secrets up his sleeve.

And Viktor will be damned if he doesn’t find out just what those secrets are.

Thank Goodness for the Internet by MadameFolie

Summary:

Yuuri Katsuki has nearly inhuman stamina. So sometimes Victor needs to get a little creative to even the playing field.

That Would Be Enough by anteachrist

Summary:

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay buddy. You’re gonna be okay. You did such a good job okay? You lived a good life, a great one in fact! You’ve been the best best friend I could ever ask for. You and Yuuri, you’re my family okay? You’re all I’ve got and I love you so much bud.”

Or: Makkachin dies and Yuuri helps Viktor cope

Good Boy by ayyyywhatsup

Summary:

Viktor has a not so small praise kink. Yuuri’s a bit clueless at first, but once he finds out, he takes advantage of it like there’s no tomorrow.

Or the praise kink fic that quickly spiralled down into overstim territory

Minor Incidentals by aurons_fan

Summary:

When the topic of money comes up in a relationship, it’s best to know where you stand before mentioning a little thing like coaching fees.

proper poise by demistories

Summary:

“Popular!”

Yuuri groans as the familiar ringtone wakes him from a dream that was probably really nice, but is already slipping away. Goddammit, Phichit. Today is supposed to be a rest day, which is supposed to mean sleeping in.

Yuuri Says by breathedeep222

Summary:

This stemmed from thinking about Yuuri being naturally dominant and ordering Victor (who totally loves it) around but being completely oblivious in the process.

I know it’s tagged Dom/Sub but there is like barely anything kinky in this fic lol. It focuses less on any actual kink and more on Yuuri being fucking clueless to how much of a sub Victor is.

Sharing an Umbrella by Ellie_Rosie

Summary:

Three times Viktor and Yuuri share an umbrella.

At the Rink by Velvedere

There are showers in the locker room at the local skating rink…

singularity by springsoldier (ladydaredevil)

Victor Nikiforov, Jedi Knight, does not struggle with attachments. It’s only that Duke Katsuki of Hasetsu is unfairly attractive.

Love in Exile by MartyMuses

Once a well know ballet dancer in St. Petersburg, Victor Nikiforov finds himself exiled to Sakhalin Island as a political convict in 1881. As a man sentenced to katorga he will never return to European Russia or his life on the stage. Known as the “Edge of the World,” his life on Sakhalin could not be further from the life he once knew. Strange circumstances lead his path to cross that of a young Japanese man, one of the very few still living on the island. Katsuki Yuuri leads a life of exile of a different kind, one that is largely self-imposed. Drawn to each other, despite their differences, something slowly begins to grow between them. When a narrowly avoided tragedy leaves them stranded together for a long, cold Sakhalin winter, they are challenged to face what their relationship really means, and what future it could possibly have.

put my heart on my chest (so that you can see it too) by alien_panda

Summary:

Yuuri never ceases to surprise him, especially at the exhibition gala.

reel against your body’s borders by phichit-chu (howtobottlefame)

Summary:

The leaves change color and fall when he meets him, like a force of nature unlike anything he has ever seen.

I’m Phichit. Nice to meet you, Yuuri! and his smile is so bright, so warm it makes Yuuri forget he was on the ice.

The Kids Aren’t Alright by bdol

Summary:

Coming in sixth place isn’t easy, even for someone as optimistic as Phichit. Snuggling with his best friend helps.

feat. That thing they swore never to talk about

The Carrot Of My Dreams. by Albrecht

Summary:

Yuuri turns into a carrot.

Ignorance & Bliss by scribblywobblytimeylimey

Summary:

Yuuri is toying with Viktor’s feelings. Trouble is, he doesn’t even realise it. Soon, outsiders start stepping in to help.

As though he’d realise what they were trying, either.

You can have everything… by shysweetthing

Summary:

AU. Before the Grand Prix Final starts in Sochi, Yuuri finds Victor’s phone. He returns it–and hijinks and heavy flirtation ensue.

For a Good Time by Val_Creative

Summary:

Everyone’s (gladly) had a piece of that.

(Victor x Pretty much everyone at one point or another.. check the tags before you read.)

Stir My Batter by Resmiranda

Summary:

Victor hums soft and low. “Butter?” he questions, like Yuuri had just told him he needed to get the lube.

This is doing nothing for his concentration.

Today and Every Day by Resmiranda

Summary:

Hungry and unable to sleep, Yuuri just wanted some cake. Victor helps. Kinda.

Yuuri!!! on Floor by thehandsingsweapon

Summary:

The gymnastics edition, in which Viktor is still a skater because he’s too pretty on ice and I couldn’t take it away from him. A story about how sometimes love comes slow and soft, and how hearts get bigger when they break.

Phases by neuroglam

Summary:

Victor teases Yuuri with a costume from his junior days–one which Yuuri remembers very, very well.

Rinse and repeat by espritneo

Summary:

Victor and Yuuri are stuck repeating the same day over and over again. But we’re going to talk about Yuri.

(8 days Yuri Plisetsky never remembers and one that he does.)

Oh, But This Was Dancing, Too by Nemamka

Summary:

Yuuri got reaally excited about landing a quad, and the rest is history.

I can’t even write proper smut because I get too poetic but um.

All that there’s in a name by GwenChan

Summary:

“Above all Yuri discovers how important names are for Victor. Maybe it’s something cultural; maybe it’s just him. Victor catalogues moods and situations on a strict name-basis.”

A story about how names can affect a relationship.

Death and Love by DefiantDreams

WARNING: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATHS (a lot over the course of Yuuri’s life..)

Summary:

For a moment, Death doesn’t want to take the life of the beautiful, bed-ridden man with the striking blue eyes.

But he must.

X times Death takes from Katsuki Yuuri and the one time that he gives.

A Love Most Unique by heartsdesire456

Summary:

There were a lot of things about Yuuri’s relationship with Victor that was unique. It was especially unique to be someone who had never found any appeal in the thought of sex and found such ready acceptance from a partner who very much enjoyed sex.

(A look into the unique relationship between asexual Dom Yuuri and sub Victor)

Such a lot of world to see by El Staplador (elstaplador)

Minako is showing off Barcelona. And showing off, a bit. Mari is just trying to keep up.

Just A Cold by DalishCheese

Yuuri’s in bed with a cold, and Viktor insists on taking care of him.

Instructions Unclear by thoughtsappear

Summary:

Next time, go to Ikea.

#yoi #yuri on ice #fic rec list #January 2017 fic rec list

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