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lettrespromises · 3 years

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#LettresPromises informs you : You have one notification. ──➤ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐋!

─➤ @theastroooooworld 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 : ❝oi oi oi nikki ♡! i hope you are well as always. can i have hc's for Tanaka, Ushijima and Bokuto (separately) ? how would they behave with their childhood best friend who supports them since their beginning in volleyball but with whom they gradually fall in love ? thanks !!je t'aime tant, prends soin de toi et des tiens 🧡🌅❞ ─➤ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 : ❝my dearest cam, forgive me for the terrible, terrible sense of never being on time but i’ve heard this letter comes at the right time (hopefully this letter will help a tiny bit while you’re healing.) je t’aime fort fort, prends soin de toi (et de ton tibia et de tes cervicales) et des tiens! sealed with a magic kiss to blow your pain away, nikki.❞

──➤ 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 : Tanaka, Bokuto and Ushijima gradually fall in love with their childhood best friend. ─➤ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : mentions of a nose bleeding.

──➤ Tanaka Ryuunosuke sent you a letter, would you like to read it?

Despite his flamboyant sense of worship for Kiyoko, Tanaka does not know how to handle emotions, romantic ones, that is. Sure, he (alongside with Nishinoya) are willing to kiss each centimeter of concrete blessed by Kiyoko’s footsteps, but despite his burning passion, Tanaka is rendered into a stuttering mess when the attention is focused on him.

He has hidden and sometimes projected his blooming crushes for other people onto proves of love for Kiyoko, and in that sense, knowing he could solely focus his attention on her brought him a sense of security because he is so scared of the unknown, especially romantically-wise.

Hence why, whenever he would find himself appreciating someone who wasn’t Kiyoko a bit too much to his own liking, he would bury that feeling deep down and instead transform these hushed sentiments into demonstrations of love for his one and only goddess.

However.

Sometimes, feelings tend to be a bit stronger when they are mixed with nostalgia, that is, childhood nostalgia. Truth be told, you, Tanaka and Noya were always found together... And often in the worst scenarios (just like that one time you and Ryuu were waiting for Nishinoya and you had to help Tanaka contain all the blood leaking from his nose at the sight of the bombshell accompanying Nishinoya’s grandfather.)

Surely enough, Tanaka had always seen you like the equivalent of Nishinoya, meaning that he would confess every little secret locked in the back of his mind, even those including Kiyoko.

Your presence was comforting, and he always considered you extra fuel to animate his fire whenever you would watch him during practice (and you were the first to throw an empty bottle straight to his head whenever he would throw his shirt off after scoring an impressive bottle.)

But in a very, very dramatic way, Kiyoko found herself become gradually set free of Tanaka’s romantic antics and devotion which led her to question the cause of all of this— despite her dislike for any kind of grandiose display of devotion, the fact Tanaka had started to stop giving her attention was a huge red flag regarding his state.

She hesitated to go talk to Nishinoya, but she was expecting to be met with no serious answer, and instead, just watch him drool during several minutes.

She, thus, went to the next best person who would be able to comprehend this sudden switch in attitude: you, and your lifelong experience regarding Tanaka.

You were undoubtedly quizzical, but things took another turn when Tanaka himself showed up around the corner of the gym, and an uncharacteristic blush crept on his cheeks, Kiyoko took it as a clue to leave you alone.

“Is there anything you wanted to tell me, Ryuu? Are you sick or anything? You haven’t been, you know, following Ki—“

“I like you a whole lot. A lot. Like, a lot.” He confessed, his body was rigid but his eyes testified of all the love he had for you.

You couldn’t help but allow a soft giggle to break free from your lips, “does that mean you’re going to be worshipping me now?”

And as soon as the words died on your lips, his dropped on one knee, and delicately reached for your hand which he enveloped with his palms and soon smothered with love-infused pecks. “Anything for you, my beautiful divinity. I’ve been waiting for this day since we were kids, now I got to worship you everyday, the sunshine of my life.”

──➤ Bokuto Koutarou sent you a letter, would you like to read it?

Before Akaashi came in the picture, you’ve always been his pilar, his rock, his pivot, his safe person. Bokuto soon learned to identify you as the person he could go to if anything were to happen.

You knew firsthand how to handle his emo mode since you were kids, and as a child, Bokuto would make himself appear look sad on purpose just so you could focus your attention on him and smoother him with love and kind touches.

Years later, this side of his personality never faded away, but never did your calming antics, nor did you stop always keeping an eye out on him during practice.

Bokuto expressively asked you to be the manager of the team, he said it was to “give you the best seats in the house to admire the way of the ace”, but truthfully, you were the fuel to the fire burning like an inexorable inferno within him.

You and Akaashi completed one another perfectly to find a balance for Bokuto, but at times, when Bokuto would find himself being overwhelmed by sad thoughts on the court, Akaashi would always suggest him to look at you, sitting on the benches.

It had become a ritual, each time Bokuto felt nervous or tortured by his own emotions, his shining golden orbs would find your frame, and a smile on your end was enough to make him feel at peace again. And that, ever since Bokuto started playing volleyball.

One day, during training, Bokuto had ententered a severe streak of shots, and each time the ball slammed the ground loudly in victory, his eyes darted on your form to study your reaction. He started doing anything to impress you since that day, even the silliest things like carry all the water bottles for you until (inevitably) tripping on the ground.

But striking for your attention and validation over and over again also meant that his emo modes were going to be even more intense too.

As his palm slapped the surface of the ball into a diagonal strike, his body shifted in a straight position, thus transforming the shot into a straight line.

The whines of protest were already leaving his lips, and soon enough his entire body language testified of how his emotions got the best of him: his shoulders were slumped, the tips of his hair faced down, his brows were weakly furrowed. It was a crisis situation.

“Agaaaashehhh! Can you get me Y/N, pleaaaase? I feel like I’m gonna melt and freeze at the same time.” Bokuto pleaded, his golden orbs were glossy under the gathering of the salty pearls in the corner of his eyes.

Without wasting more time, Akaashi jogged to you, and quickly explained the situation with a hint of worry in his tone which was unsual for him.

Your palm brushed Bokuto’s back in a soothing manner, only to find yourself prisoner of his embrace as his forelimbs found shelter on the small of your back, the tip of his nose nestled in the crook of your neck.

“Y/NNNN, I can’t even do diagonal shots anymore... It’s, like, my body goes for diagonal but I keep on hitting straight lines, I feel so dumb and useless...” His words were accompanied by whines of discontent, clearly indicating that this emo situation was more alarming than the others.

Your palm rubbed invisible shapes on his back in a soothing manner, humming at his confessions, “I can’t do anything right, can’t hit diagonal shots, can’t be a good captain, can’t even confess to you that I’ve loved you since day one.”

An angel passed.

“Kou, did— were you serious?”

“Does that mean you don’t like me? ‘S fine, I swear.” He now had his state focused on you, eyes as glossy as ever, and it took you all the strength in the world not to soothe his pain away by smothering him with kisses.

“I like you too, Kou, as big as the sky.” You offered him a genuine smile, your palms having moved to cup his palms while your thumbs were brushing the skin of his cheeks.

The tips of his hair immediately quirked up, and his signature grin throned once more amongst his facial features : “Wooooah! As big as the sky? That’s so big, sunshine! Guess what? I love you as big as the court!”

Another giggle found its way past your lips, soon quieted by the way your planted a peck on his cheek, “That’s a lot, Kou, more than I could’ve ever hoped for.”

And as Bokuto cradles you in his embraces, he excitedly stares at Akaashi who has a hint of a smile on his face, jumping a bit over the excitement.

“Kou, I know you’re happy and all but it’s hard to keep up with your hug if you’re jumping all over the place.”

“My bad, sunshine, you just make me so happy, ya know?”

──➤ Ushijima Wakatoshi sent you a letter, would you like to read it?

Now, I have already stated that Ushijima is not emotionless, rather he decides whether or not something or someone is worthy of the reveal of his emotions. And only three things fit on this list: Tendou, volleyball and yourself.

You actually met Ushijima as a child at an art discovery class for children. Ushijima had isolated himself from the rest of the children because the remarks of his mother were still ringing loud and clear in his head, but when you approached him and complimented how unique of an approach his left hand offered, he was over the moon (not that he showed it though.)

Much like Bokuto, Toshi is the kind of person to associate someone as his safe person, someone he can go to if needed, or at least feel their presence for reassurance. Needless to say, you are this person to Wakatoshi, always have been since the first doodles you’ve shared together.

In his case, Tendou actually pushed you to be the manager of the team, remarking that your presence would probably motivate Ushijima even more and make him more grounded if he had someone to hold on to during games.

To this day, you’ve always stayed late after practice and watched over Wakatoshi, spike after spike, serve after serve, until his fingers were bleeding and the moonshine outshone the neons of the gym.

You always carried medical tape with you, because you knew he was always bound to push behind his limits, only because he knew that you’d always be there for him, which happened to be true.

Now, now. Wakatoshi does know what feelings are, he knows how to recognize them kinesthetisically and tends to do mental notes of how people manifest their own emotions. Thus, he starts to notice the way his stomach creates knots whenever you’re in the same vicinity.

After training, Tendou finds him reading ads in the latest Jump edition, but Ushijima is quick to interrogate him : “Ah, an ad for plant medicine. Do you reckon this would help my stomach ache, Tendou?”

Tendou blinks once, then twice “Mhm, ‘depends on what kind of stomach ache we’re talking about here, Wakatoshi-kun.”

“It‘s odd. It’s not so much painful but it always happens when Y/N is near me.”

Tendou wipes an inexistent tear away in a dramatic manner, “Toshi-kun, you’re not sick at all, you’re in love.”

Since this sudden realization, Wakatoshi tends to avoid you because he believes that despite the sweet nature of this feeling, this stomach ache is taking a bit too much space to his liking.

He realizes soon, however, that the longer he waits, the worse it becomes.

After practice, and in an ever so natural manner, Ushijima grabs your wrist, and sends a glare to the rest of the team in order to silently tell them to leave the gym now that practice is over.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for taking some of your time so suddenly, I hope I did not startle you.” His grip on your wrist fades away slowly, and you offer him a hint of a smile.

“Don’t worry, Toshi, you’re all good.”

“I requested your presence because it seems I have developed feelings for you.”

A vivid blush colors the apples of your cheeks, your mouth is set agape for a few agonizing seconds: “You think or you know?”

“I don’t know.” He replies, and there’s a hint of disappointment in himself at the lack of retrospection on his end.

“Well, let me help you then.” Your palm is now enveloping his cheek in a loving hold, whilst your lips plant a lingering kiss on his opposite cheek, leaving Wakatoshi at loss for words.

“I, um, I’m positive now. I truly have feelings for you.”

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idontblushsrry · 3 years

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Sorry About Your Nail Polish||Liz Thompson

Word Count: 1672

Warnings: N/A

If someone were to ask you who you thought what beauty was in the world, you’d have told them Liz Thompson without an ounce of hesitation. Her determination, the way she was so protective of those who were close to her, just everything about her made your heart skip an unhealthy amount of beats.

“Yo, you’re making goo-goo eyes again Y/N”

Your in class fawning over Liz was rudely interrupted by an annoying voice to your left, Soul, who felt the need to loudly point out what you were doing, “I’m aware Soul. That’s the whole point.”, you turned and stuck your tongue out at him.

He stuck his tongue back out at you before turning away and mumbling about ‘girls being confusing and dumb’, his muttering only earned a glare from you before you looked back at Liz wistfully.

Said object of your affections was arguing with Oz about the strand of hair he’d defensively chosen to regrow after her previous attack on it.

“Maybe if you stare a little harder, she’ll actually look at you today.”, Soul stated matter-of-factly

“Why you-!”, your rant was cut off with the arrival of a teacher, forcing you to sit down and pay attention to the class while simmering in your ire.

After class ended and giving Soul a piece of your mind, you walked to catch up with a quickly departing Liz, Patty, and Kid. Upon noticing your approaching presence, Liz seemed to almost speed up, dragging Patty and a ranting Kid along with her.

“Hey guys! Wait up!”, you shouted and Liz’s shoulders slouched in visible defeat as Patty and Kid turned around to greet you. “H-hi, I was wondering if I could come over?”

Liz looked ready to claw Kid’s eyes out at his confirmation.

The walk to Kid’s house was filled with Kid complaining about the symmetry of various plants you’d encountered and Liz keeping her distance from you, as if your arms touching would burn her despite your best attempts to get close to her.

When you finally happened upon Death Manor, Kid directed you on where and how to place your bag so that it would be symmetrical. You tried your best to follow his instructions, before he took the bag out of your hands and assumed control of the ordeal.

You sighed and simply took your shoes off before walking off to find something to do.

In your wanderings of the expansive mansion, you’d happened upon Patty organizing what looked like a professional boxing match between her stuffed animals, a library, a study room, a second library, and even an aquarium for some reason.

You were going to head back to the entryway of the house to see if Kid had finally finished placing your backpack when you heard music coming from a room a bit further down the hall.

Turning away from the stairs, you knocked on the door, hearing a curt, “Just open it, I’m busy!”, doing as the voice instructed, you opened the door and found Liz painting her nails as Britney Spears played loudly in the background.

“Uh...hi.”, she stared at you like you caught her completely off guard, the brush coated in nail polish, mid-stroke and yet she sat there frozen.

You honestly didn’t know what to do so you just stood awkwardly stood in the threshold to her room shifting awkwardly. Suddenly, your braids were super interesting.

Suddenly she jolted, as if aware of the situation at hand, “Hi back- I mean to you too- I mean… hey.”

In the midst of her sudden jolting, she shook the desk, and her nail polish poured its uncapped self all over her desk before making one final hail mary and falling to the floor, spilling there.

Both of you just stood there, staring at the mess that was quickly drying to permanence. Then, you tried to rush out an apology trying to keep up with Liz as she ran to grab something to clean up the spill.

“I am so, so, so, sorry Liz! I startled you and-”, at this point your apology was indecipherable, you kept saying more words to try to convey your regret while also trying to soothe her.

“I, i-it’s fine Y/N, I was the one who spilled it.”

“But I scared you! At least let me help you clean it up!”, you followed after her, carrying a bucket of warm water while she grabbed a sponge.

She walked back to her room and instructed you to set the bucket down before pushing you out the room and closing the door behind you, “I’ve got it, don’t worry.”, was all she said before doing so. Leaving you in the hallway by yourself, alone to contemplate how terribly that interaction had gone and to overthink what you could’ve done differently.

‘Stupid, stupid, stupid’, you were so close to spending 1 on 1 time with Liz and you’d completely blew it because you couldn’t announce yourself before opening a door.

After the disaster that was the nail polish incident, you weren’t in the best mood. Any slight thing would set you off and Soul’s usual jabs at your crush on Liz had made you want to bite his head off more than they usually would.

“I’m not in the mood today, you two.” You warned Soul and Black Star, usually, you’d be content to egg on their antics, but all that consumed your mind was how badly you’d failed at speaking to Liz.

“We weren’t gonna bother you, we actually had some advice.”

That gave you pause, Black Star and Soul, giving other people advice? You sighed, sitting down on a nearby bench, “Alright, so what’s your guys’ ‘oh-so-sage advice’?”

You hate to admit it, but, Soul and Black Star had given you some pretty decent advice. Now here you were at the store trying to find a replacement for the nail polish Liz spilled.

“What’s the difference between red 4201 shimmer and red 4301 matte?”, you muttered to yourself, the colors looked almost identical to the color that spilled. You decide fuck it, before placing both in the basket.

You look around a little more to see if there’s anything else that Liz might like, you know, as an apology. As you browse their selection of scarves and debating which would look better on Liz, you hear a familiar voice crying out about how the entire store was ‘asymmetrical garbage.’

‘Shit, maybe if I stand really still, they won’t-”

“Hi, Y/N, heyyyyy! Heyyyyy!”an enthusiastic Patty waved you over and you turned around slowly. You made the briefest of eye contact with Liz before looking down and away from her, too embarrassed to do anything more than a half-hearted wave in the group’s direction.

“I-I’ve actually got to get to checkout, so I’ll see you guys around.”, you attempted to make a hasty escape before Patty grabbed your arm, holding it tight with a strength you didn’t know she was capable of.

“Let’s go together!”

Patty had gotten distracted by the toy aisle, dragging an unfortunate Kid with her, leaving you and Liz both to hold their spots in line.

“I’m sorry.”

Up until now, you’d been very pointedly not looking at Liz, but her apology, made you look up at her in shock before you even remembered your silent oath.

“Huh?”

“This weekend, I’m sorry for pushing you out the room like that. It was rude, I shouldn’t have acted like that just because I was flustered.”

“Oh, it’s no biggie. Wait, you were flustered? I thought I scared you.”

The slight flush on her face didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Well, I, um.”

Liz was spared having to explain herself by the cashier calling you up. Quickly paying for your order, and moving to stand in wait for Liz to finish her checkout, before going right back to your previous line of questioning.

“Liz, explain what you meant by flustered earlier.”, you say, handing the gift to her wordlessly.

“I- I think you’re, wait, is this for me?”

“Yes, answer the question.”, you stared at her with an unshakeable determination.

“Can we go somewhere more private?”, she gestured behind you at Kid and Patty who seemed to be invested in this conversation in the same way one would be invested in reality tv.

“I-yeah, let’s go.”, you grabbed Liz’s hand and walked away from the store to a secluded section of the city park.

You sat down on a tree stump and just waited for Liz to speak. She seemed at war with herself but you had nothing to offer her besides more questions so you stayed quiet.

“I-I was flustered because I wasn’t expecting you to walk in, I get distracted when you’re around so I kicked you out, I’m sorry.”

“Why do you get distracted around me?”, the gears in your head were starting to turn, but you stayed their hand, for fear of being wrong.

“I… I get distracted because you’re so pretty.”

That made you do the mental equivalent of a record scratch, you were sure it showed on your face as well.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah.”

That made you push off the tree stump and move towards Liz, “Do you like girls?”

The bluntness with which you said that made Liz retreat slightly, lightbulbs going off in her own head, “...Yes, do you?”

“Yeah”, you took a moment to notice how you were both positioned, her face was within kissing distance and the knowledge that she liked girls as well left you tentatively hopeful, “There’s this one girl that I can’t get out of my head though.”

“Oh, really?”, she angled her head forward, the slightest step forward could press your lips together.

“Mhm”, you moved your head forward to meet her challenge, “‘M sorry about your nail polish.”

“Doesn’t matter.”, was the last thing she said before pressing her lips against yours in a sweet kiss.

#soul eater #liz thompson #x reader #x black reader #soul eater imagines #soul eater x reader #liz thompson x reader #idontblushsrry

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veroxin-a · 3 years

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ohh god the brain muscles go brrrr here’s 50 headcanons @bnharpchub / u got me to do this so u get tagged too :knife: @symbol-of-terror

1. daiten knows japanese and english, and knows some russian. however, learning too many languages can be confusing due to the language she was taught as a child ------- a mix of multiple languages meant to create a language barrier between the people in a cult and regular denizens.

2. while daiten doesn’t know much of anything else regarding biology, daiten was taught some and still studies cardiovascular and the muscular system, as well as knowing an equivalent of what a training EMT would know.

3. daiten usually pulls one or two fingers back towards her palm when she holds something, but she stopped this when she chose to hide her quirk and switched to only controlling her quirk through her quirk. because of this, her hands are pretty cold the majority of the time.

4. something alike to the last regarding to control, daitens main support items are a bandage like material that goes over areas with arteries ( not all of them, just a few ) to ensure that no one dies if a civilian panics and grabs her. the material doesn’t constrict her movements.

5. daiten eats alot and tends to eat healthily. she takes vitamins and quirk nullification drugs even, because her quirk often doesn’t allow her body to absorb nutrience properly.

6. she’s been taken care of by her foster father since she was ten years old. she doesn’t call him dad often and calls him by his name or his nickname.

7. daiten has a hard time getting close to people and tended to avoid it.

8. she likes the smell of gingerbread and honey.

9. daiten prefers more dull colors like greys, browns and blacks. bright colors tend to make her eyes hurt.

10. daiten excels at science and hero studies but is terrible at math and home ec.

11. she’d be interested in baking down the line, but daiten doesn’t know how to cook.

12. everything she touches naturally warps out of shape after a while as it slowly rots, especially day to day items like pens or toothbrushes.

13. have a secret ? tell daiten. unless you murdered someone or put people at risk, she’ll take it to her grave.

14. her trust is hard to earn and easy to lose.

15. daiten is like hawks. willing to make the harder decision by killing a villain if necessary.

16. daiten is physically strong and fast on her feet. she’s able to make due without using her quirk in a fight.

17. daitens quirk causes alot of chronic pain that’s hard to deal with sometimes.

18. she was in the house when tenko destroyed it. she avoided being crushed by the rubble because of the crib she was in but she had a open triangle shaped scar on her side that’s mostly faded.

19. daiten has a quirkless cousin from her mothers side that she has no idea about. he’s nine !

20. daiten was close to a year old when the shimura incident happened.

21. she had a tendency to call tenko koko when she was younger. the nickname was one of her first babbled words

22. daiten has c-ptsd.

23. daitens blood isn’t the only thing that’s destructive. every single cell in her body is destructive in some way.

24. her room is extremely clean to the point where it doesn’t look like anyone other than a quiet guest stays there.

25. she has destructive intrusive thoughts not only caused by her ptsd but also because of her quirk. she wonders why she shouldn’t make people bleed and rot or make entire cities collapse and she hates it.

26. daiten has both a rational and irrational fear of being like her biological relatives ------- shigaraki is shigaraki but nana is dead and she thinks that she would be strong enough to abandon the people closest to her if it would keep them safe but she doesn’t want to die.

27. that said, daiten feels little connection to her biological family because she doesn’t remember them. a little connection is felt towards shigaraki because of their quirks but she wants him dead or arrested.

28. daiten was meant to be a media stunt for the commission, which was made even better for them when it turned out that daiten was related to shigaraki. hero commission rehabilitates cult victim related to shigaraki tomura.

29. she likes the cold.

30. she has alot of scars on her hands and arms from her quirk and more.

31. she fights dirty to get a fight over more quickly.

32. daiten tends to pick out the weaker students and make them train, she worries and is paranoid about their deaths which is why she only tries to become friends with the strong.

33. she doesn’t need to move to guide the mist but sometimes she does in just movements with her hands.

34. her blood cannot be controlled outside of her body due to mist being created by cells rotting apart and becoming lighter. it being in its solid form makes it too heavy to control outside of her body.

35. daitens handwriting isn’t the neatest as she writes quickly.

36. she has a big fear of fire and needles.

37. daitens quirk acts as her immune system ! she can’t get sick that easily. but it also means that if she’s without her quirk for an extended period of time she’s fucked.

38. she likes lilo and stitch ! titch is her favorite character.

39. she likes sharks too. those big shark plushies ? she has one of those.

40. daiten is protective of kids and is good with them but she especially is protective of eri. being that anno is still running and is an organization for helping people with troubling quirks despite them being a literal cult, she fears that they’ll hurt eri even more.

41. dai still has chronic migraines caused by her fight with hanae.

42. she likes collecting small things just to keep or to break and destroy them, like those glass marbles from those japanese soda bottles.

43. daiten takes really good care of herself but that doesn’t stop her quirk from drying out her skin and making it crack easily.

44. daitens internship was with vlad king but she was planning on being in an internship with midnight after the war arc since midnight was another mentor of hers that gave her advice and helped her with quirk control. but then u know what happens.

45. her ears are pierced ! she usually only uses earrings for her industrial and mid helix piercings though

46. she’s generally touch starved but also doesn’t like being touched.

47. daiten has a hard time considering her well being in decisions and that is where her impulsivity can become so dangerous. she’s hurt ? doesn’t matter, her regeneration factor will take care of it.

48. she never was able to go to an actual public school and was isolated, trained and homeschooled.

49. she tries to fall asleep early, like at 8pm to help with if she can’t fall asleep and if she ends up staring up at the ceiling for a few hours. she’ll be less tired in the morning.

50. she wakes up early in the morning though if she can, and sticks to a schedule -------- she likes taking a walk in the morning before class

#these are so mixed up i could sort them out and change some but its 330am and im just so tired rn #♟ ╱ headcanons.

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mousehole5000 · 3 years

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more tgcf chapters 143-173 lets goooooo

PEI MING BOO HISS except actually okay he’s mostly funny i think but still boo hiss

“hey who’s this guy who’s really pissed at you?” “oh thats my sword. i broke it.” alright then!

i think i need to go back and reread the banyue pass arc bc im still confused as to whats going on with banyue and pei su

“Banyue dropped from the sky with two pots raised. Without a word, she plummeted with the mouths of the pots facing down, trapping and detaining the shocked Ming’guang and the roaring Ke Mo within.” - THATS MY GIRL

“It must be known that, to heavenly officials, it certainly was more than natural for kingdoms of the mortal realm to fight and annihilate one another; the acts of these plays progressing on endlessly. But when it came their own turn, it was often hard to let things go. If one must stand in the same court as the one who annihilated their own kingdom, and that man cavorted in the heavens, exceedingly flashy, then it must be vexing.” - hmmmm!!

“I’ve spoken too many words in this lifetime. What are you referring to?” - okay to be fair thats a mood

okay its nice to get some pei ming backstory and its funny that he and xie lian are bonding but also still whenever pei ming interacts with a female character my hackles rise like a cat lol

“Xie Lian watched as Banyue thought really hard before cheerfully pulling out a few long, wine-red scorpion-snakes, and putting them into the bubbling pot.” - THATS MY GIRL

“Although “smell” was something colourless and formless, the instant Banyue removed the pot cover, it was as if some mysterious physical object had twisted all the air around the mouth of that pot. The group stared at the sight within the pot for a long time. Their pupils reflected an endless, bottomless darkness; like it could pull them into the abyss. No words could describe the sentiment expressed within their eyes. A moment later, Xie Lian patted Banyue’s shoulder and gave a thumbs-up.” - like father-figure like daughter-figure. amazing.

“However, what if one day mortals discovered something completely new that ran faster than horses? Then, when this new invention overtook horses, worshippers of this heavenly official who controlled horses would inevitably decrease. Such heavenly officials, flashing by like shooting stars, made up the majority of the heavens.” - obsessed with this, genuinely. life and change. worship and its purpose. my religious studies diploma on my wall is screaming at me rn. ALSO i am once again thinking about celebrities

“...” It was only then that Pei Ming seemed to notice, and started to contemplate this question. A moment later, he answered, “A habit. In a dark, creepy place like this, isn’t it normal to hold women in your arms, to comfort them and calm their fears?” “I’m sorry, but I wasn’t scared,” Banyue said.” - BANYUE I LOVE YOU. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH. god this takes me back to every college party i ever went to

LING WEN BACKSTORY????? shoeseller chosen for godhood bc she wrote a political essay and got arrested...... and now she’s face to face with the official who appointed her..... do go on.....

“Ling Wen laughed out loud, seeming to be enraged, and her voice dropped. “Very well! You said I couldn’t reach that high. Then, might I ask you: had the prominence of the Palace of Jing Wen at its peak ever reached even the knees of my Palace of Ling Wen??” - GET HIM!!!! BOO HISS JING WEN

“Compared to you, I’m not that bad,” Ling Wen said. “You’d personally order me to stay in the Palace of Jing Wen until midnight, then turn around and say I shamelessly hang around ‘til late to harass you. Words murder without form; I was much nicer responding with blatant violence.” - ling wen im love you..... also this bit... feels Real

BLOOD RAIN BLOOD RAIN BLOOD RAIN!! FLOWER PETALS TRANSFORMATION!!! see hua cheng? look as how cool it can be when you leave the story for a little while!! bc then you get to return and make an entrance!!

“Not only can you bring forth bloody rain, you can also make flowers shower. I didn’t know that. How fun!” - cute!! and in that moment we were all xie lian

“Everyone was stunned by his deed, and Ling Wen arduously gave him a thumbs-up. ”Ol’ Pei, what a man!” Pei Ming gritted his teeth. “WELCOME!” - aww three two tumors buddies!!

okay yin yu is here and xie lian did the equivalent of asking someone when the baby is due only to find out theyre not pregnant at all. then rong guang taunts yin yu and no one says anything. i do love the amount of awkward moments in this book tbh sometimes there are no words.

“All around was sand and mud crushing at him, exceedingly suffocating. The sand and mud was also moving endlessly; the feeling was like he was swallowed into the stomach of a giant monster, and that monster had also eaten a bunch of other things besides him, tumbling everything in its stomach, trying to digest” - ooooh creepy!!! the red string thing... is cute.... also xie lian being able to see hua cheng’s butterfly vision by looking directly into his eye is kinda cool. and obviously homoerotic.

“Are lower-ranked heavenly officials below other people?” Quan Yizhen asked. “No,” Yin Yu replied. Were they not? It was obvious that he himself didn’t believe in his own words, and Quan Yizhen also noticed. A good while later, he said bluntly, “I don’t like it here.” Yin Yu said nothing.” - im having emotions. and then yin yu also saying he doesnt like it there either.... also idk how this scene is going to play out but as much as im enjoying quan yizhen being an icon i can also possibly see how yin yu could eventually get to the point of “i am tired of being nice. i do just want to go apeshit” even if he really cares about qyz. it happens </3

“Indeed,” Hua Cheng said. “Half a year later when Quan Yizhen actually ascends, he won’t find it so funny anymore.” “Can we watch that part too?” Xie Lian asked. “We can. Hold on,” Hua Cheng replied.” - quan yizhen king of taking things literally. also why did this turn into hualian having a movie night

jian yu seems like the kind of asshole who would purposely give someone regular soda when they specifically asked for diet soda. god yin yu is really having a bad day i really feel for him in the whole situation with the brocade immortal

awww okay at least jian yu tried to take responsibility. im still mad at him tho that was objectively a terrible idea. god this whole situation sucked :(

“Rocks and earth crushed at them from all around, forcing their bodies to press tightly against one another, their faces brushing, their ears warm. Although it wasn’t the right time, a thought flashed through Xie Lian’s mind: “‘To die buried together’ doesn’t feel so bad.” - okay... im kind of emotional.... gay people....

okay obviously these murals and the prince of wuyong have some connection (im guessing pretty direct) to xie lian and are important but everytime they start analyzing one i feel like im back in art history class fhadskfhskjdhf not that thats a bad thing!! i liked art history a lot tbh

“Don’t worry, they’re not human,” Hua Cheng said. “It’s precisely because they’re not human that we have to worry, alright….” Xie Lian thought.” - goth ghost bf problems

xie lian: well, there is one person i trust more than anyone else, someone who’s first in my mind hua cheng, oblivious: oh :/ xie lian, also oblivious: what? hua cheng: you shouldnt trust so easily its dangerous xie lian: oh. haha. yeah. well. wanna,,, know who it is? hua cheng: its :) fine :) it :) doesnt :) matter :) but of course you can tell me if you want to gege xie lian, internally: well now ive made it weird hua cheng, 5 minutes later: actually i need you to tell me. right now. its totally for your security me: gay people smh

“As they suspected, he had been captured by Qi Rong. Although no one was bound by ropes, there were balls of greasily green ghost fires hovering over every one of their heads.” - completely off track but anybody else remember the great green globs of greasy grimy gopher guts song

“Could there actually come a day when Qi Rong was embarrassed that someone might see the manner in which he ate? Before Xuan Ji entered, she put Guzi down. Guzi, ta-ta-ta, ran in, rushing straight to Qi Rong’s side. But when he saw him, he pointed his finger. He cried, “Dad is eating bad things in secret again!” “I’m not!” Qi Rong retaliated.” SCREAM IS QI RONG LEARNING THE POWER OF LOVE NOOOO also god that poor man whose body he has im starting to doubt if he’ll ever be free jimmy novak flashbacks

everytime we get another ghost king power somewhere someone should be writing hua cheng the cyborg bf in a high tech futuristic au i think thats the only other potential setting that could truly capture this wild ride

“In truth, throughout history, there was no man in the world who didn’t love bragging. A breeze could blow the handkerchief of a brothel girl into a man’s hand, and he would turn around and say the most beautiful of renowned escorts had fallen in love with him; holding shoes and wiping benches for the emperor’s mistress’s uncle’s grandson’s cousin’s mistress would for sure become him being an important administrator at the residence of royal relatives, raising his status. Thus, men who didn’t brag were a rare species.” - SCREAM this is going in my favorite tgcf quotes folder god... mxtx come here let me shake your hand

read the story of rain master yushi huang’s ascension. why am i crying. also this bit im crying again me with my stuffed animals “Thus, while Yushi Huang was cultivating at the Temple of Yulong, every time when she went to seek water and passed that door, she would rub the head of that ox. The door knocker soaked in her essence of life, and when the Rain Master ascended, the ox ascended with her.”

okay thats enough for now i have 7 more chapters to book 4!!! woo!!!

#tgcf liveblog #bedtime now but im excited to be moving on #mouse mumbles

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Surprise Me

Summary: You are a food critic and the new restaurant that you decide to review has an unexpected familiar face—Chef!Doyoung au

Genre: smut ®

Words: 9192 (I… I have no excuses.)

Pairing: Doyoung x Reader

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You push open the large glass doors to Timeless, the restaurant that was mentioned over and over again in your inbox and social media for weeks on end now, the hottest new place that everyone was raving about. You take off your Ray Bans, pushing it back into your hair as you enter the warmly-lit eatery. You approach a table right near the window that looks out into the busy street, pretending to not notice how all the waiters’ and waitresses’ eyes immediately widen as they see you and glance at each other in mild panic. Hiding a small smirk, you settle down in your seat and cross your legs, shrugging your jacket off your shoulders as you casually look around.

It hadn’t been long since you got the verified mark on Twitter and Instagram—the 21st century equivalent to being of any importance. After months of posting reviews on popular bistros and restaurants in town on your blog only to be read by about three or four hundreds of people, you decided to mix it up and unleash a bit of your restrained thoughts. Pretty soon, your unfiltered and searing comments, blunt observations with its raw honesty were driving in hordes of readers. In their words (or meme responses, to be absolutely precise), “Why would you say something so controversial yet so brave?”

They either loved every word that you wrote or detested you with every fibre of their being. The latter group was smaller in number because contrary to popular belief, you were honest and the people trusted your opinions, whether they hated it or not. Nevertheless, you didn’t mind it—in fact, you enjoyed the controversy since that was exactly what made you stand out amongst the other million food bloggers and what put you on the map.

You stared at the small golden paper plane-shaped lights that hung from the ceiling, casting a soft glow over the room as you ignored the waiters arguing over who would wait your table in your peripheral view.

Two of them played a game of rock, paper and scissors and the winner let out a frustrated groan that was loud enough to grab enough attention. With a tight-lipped smile, he quickly approached your table.

“Hello, miss, my name is Jungwoo and I’ll be your waiter for the afternoon,” he says in a practiced-cheerful tone with an equally practised wide grin to match.

You give him a smile as you lean back in your seat, crossing arms. “Hi, Jungwoo. I’m Y/N.”

He gives you a small uneasy look, shifting slightly. “I know.”

“Oh?” You feign innocence, raising an eyebrow.

“Petty Gluttony,” he says your blogger name. “PG. You’re the food critic.”

“I’d hardly call myself a critic,” you say, placing your phone down on the table. “Just a humble blogger.”

Jungwoo looks like he wants to comment on the ‘humble’ bit for a moment but thinks better of it and settles with a hesitant, “… Right. Anyway, what would you like to have today, miss?”

“Whatever is best,” you reply, shaking your head at the menu that he held out to you as you leaned back, crossing your arms. “Chef’s special. Your recommendations. Most popular favourites. Anything. Surprise me, Jungwoo.”

“What?” Jungwoo blinked, glancing back at the counter with furrowed eyebrows before looking back at you. “Um. Okay.”

You smile at him as he scurries to the kitchen doors. The blond waiter at the counter glances at you briefly before heading in the same direction. You smile and take your phone, glancing through your Instagram as you open the restaurant’s page. You’re scrolling through comments on a photo of bruschetta when a shadow suddenly looms over you.

You raise your head and immediately feel your eyes widen, heart dropping to your stomach.

“Hello, Y/N,” The man in white said, flashing you a gummy smile that made all your thoughts stop. “I know you’re more popularly known by your blogger name but I’d rather not call you Petty Gluttony, if that’s okay.”

“I’m—” you stopped, clearing your throat.

No way. It can’t be.

“Its fine,” you said, forcing yourself to regain composure. “I’m sorry, you are…?”

“Kim Doyoung, Head Chef here at Timeless.”

Oh fuck.

You swallowed slightly and he continued, “Jungwoo told me about your order and I just wanted to know if you have any special requests? Allergies or anything?”

You shook your head, not trusting yourself to speak and he gave you a small smile. “Any favourites then? Or least favourites, so I know what to avoid.”

At this, you gave him a look. “I enjoy everything, Dong—Mr. Kim,” you corrected yourself hastily. “Hit me with your best shot.”

“Oh, I most certainly will.” He smirked and you looked away for a second to catch your breath, unable to hold his intense gaze for so long. He paused and raked his eyes over you, hesitating before asking, “Is it just you?” At your confused expression, he clarified, “I assumed you had a photographer to take the pictures and such.”

“I try the places alone the first time and bring the photographer around for the second time,” you explained, shrugging. “More menu items that I try, the clearer my review is on a general opinion of the food of that place. Hence, twice.”

“That seems smart,” he nods in approval, flashing that familiar smile again. “If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”

“I’d actually,” you started, clearing your throat again that had suddenly went dry, “like some wine.”

Well, not suddenly. It had happened as soon as you saw a certain someone.

“Chablis sound good?”

“Pinot Noir.”

“Coming right up.” He turned and you watched his back as he retreated to the kitchen doors and it wasn’t until he was out of sight that you finally let yourself exhale noisily, not realising you’d been holding your breath.

You scramble for your phone and dial the last number you’d called, biting your lip anxiously as you wait for your best friend to pick up.

“Y/N,” His voice comes through after two rings, sounding exasperated. “I told you that I can’t make it for the taste test, I have this stupid thing with my family. Seriously, one more call and you’re going to have to get a new photographer, I swear to g—”

“Johnny,” you cut him off, eyes darting around to make sure no one could hear you. “It’s him. The chef. I’m freaking out, it’s—”

You stopped to take a huge breath and Johnny paused before saying, “What are you talking about? Chef? Who? You mean at Timeless? Where? What?”

“The head chef. Of Timeless. Is. Kim. Doyoung,” You gritted out each word, clenching your fist in your lap.

“Okaaaaaay?” Johnny said, hesitantly. “And that’s a big deal because…?”

You closed your eyes in frustration, wanting to strangle him as you forced yourself to take deep breaths again.

“Suh,” you said slowly. “Remember Doyoung from high school?” At his silence, you prodded, “Kim Dongyoung? Class topper? Valedictorian?” You lowered your voice to a whisper as you hissed, “My crush.”

You hear a sharp intake of breath on the other end of the line and it’s the warning to quickly hold your phone at a distance as Johnny starts screeching.

“Oh my God, oh my GOD, NO WAY,” Johnny is yelling now, loud enough that other customers at the nearby tables are looking over at you. “NO FUCKING WAY! THAT GUY? DOYOUNG FROM HIGH SCHOOL? DOYOUNG WITH GREAT GRADES, GREAT SMILE, GREAT ASS? DOYOUNG WITH—”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up right now, I’m not just getting myself a new photographer but also a new best friend,” your tone is low and deadly enough that he quietens down immediately.

“Okay, okay, chill, I’m chill,” he says, inhaling deeply before clearing his throat. “So. Did he recognise you?”

“I don’t—” You stopped, eyes darting up as Jungwoo stood near your table with his practiced smile. You flash your own smile at him, mouthing thanks as he pours the wine for you. You wait until he’s retreated before continuing, “I don’t think so. But that’s expected, I mean. Given our history. Or lack of one, to be precise.”

You recalled how he’d been that one guy in school who everyone had loved and admired. Girls flocked to him like moths to light and for a brief moment, you remember how he’d smirked at you in the hallway when he caught you staring for too long.

That was Doyoung: extremely hot and aware of it which made him cocky as fuck.

He had taken a particular interest to you after that one time in the hallway, flirting with you every chance that he could get just to make you flustered and nervous. It had pissed you off immensely—still does, even just thinking about it—because it had been a game for him and it didn’t help your massive crush on him either.

But you both were different people now. You were no longer that shy awkward girl who blushed easily with just a glance. You were one of the most outspoken bloggers, a nightmare for any restaurant that was trying to maintain a reputation, a person for whom chefs would bend backwards trying to please.

Chefs like Kim Doyoung.

You suddenly imagined him bending backwards quite literally and that obviously lead to the mental image of you bending backwards as you have before so many times, except this time, it was to please him and oh—

You blinked, shaking your head immediately as if trying to shake away the thought.

“Jesus,” you muttered, cutting off Johnny who was saying something.

Get your shit together, Y/N, you aren’t in highschool anymore.

“What?” Johnny questioned at your random outburst. “Are you even listening to me?”

“Yes, I’m sorry, what were you saying?” you asked, pressing your fingers to your temples.

“Didn’t he tease you all the time cause he knew you liked him?”

“Yeah, he’s a dick.”

Johnny paused and you regretted your choice of words immediately as he corrected, “A dick that you’d like to ride.”

“Shut up,” you gritted out. “No, I don’t. I was a love-struck idiot teenager then and this is my chance to rewrite that. This is a God-given opportunity, Johnny. The balls are in my court now. He’s under me.”

“Mhm, balls, under you, yeah, you aren’t making this any easier.”

“Johnny, I swear to God—” you cut yourself off as Johnny laughed at you over the phone.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” Johnny replied and you could tell he was smiling. You rolled your eyes as you heard him tap away at a keyboard. “All right, Ms. Revenge. How can I be of assistance?”

“Every single negative review,” you immediately replied. “Every single one. Even if it’s just hate, it’s fine. Forward it all to me. About the food, service, ambience, anything. Give me all the dirt you can find on this place.”

“I’m on it, already on their Instagram.” He paused before saying, “How does he look though? Still got it?”

You hesitated before mumbling, “Check for yourself. His personal has been tagged on quite a few of the posts. Can’t believe my dumbass missed it.”

You listen to the taps of Johnny’s fingers and then there’s a low whistle that tells you he’s found what you’ve directed him to.

“Damn, Y/N.” He’s silent and you can hear him scrolling and stalking through his personal page.

“You know,” he starts and you immediately know he’s going to say something inappropriate. “Maybe we’re looking at this the wrong way. Maybe this isn’t a God-given opportunity to get revenge but rather to finally get that Kim God-Doyoung dick and—”

You hang up, placing the phone on the table as you grab the wine glass and down the entire drink, needing it after that call. You glance to your side and Jungwoo is approaching you again, a tray in his raised hand this time. You lean back and move your glass, making room for him as he places a plate down in front of you.

“Seared scallops with pancetta,” Jungwoo says, glancing at your empty glass. “Enjoy, miss.”

“Thank you,” you nodded, straightening as you looked down at the dish. The scallops were seared well with a thin crisp brown layer around the edges, placed atop a green creamy puree of sorts and in between lay a thin bed of pancetta.

You opened your mouth to ask Jungwoo about the green but saw that he’d already retreated to the kitchen after refilling your wine. Shrugging, you take the fork and knife and slowly cut into the scallops, hoping against hope that it was undercooked or overcooked but it was soft and tender as it was sliced, cooked to perfection.

“Damn it,” you mutter under your breath. You stab into the sliced piece, taking it with the pancetta and the mystery green element before putting it into your mouth.

It’s probably pea puree—the frequently used combination with scallops.

You chewed slowly, concentrating as you let the flavours flood onto your palate—the meat was creamy and succulent, the crisp pancetta giving a bite to the chewy scallop and the final taste of the velvety puree. You furrowed your eyebrows as it was mild and almost bland, tasting like avocado.

And then it hit.

A dash of spice right at the end, an aftertaste that hit you out of nowhere and made your eyes widen at the completely unexpected surprise.

You caught Jungwoo’s gaze who came rushing to you as you hurriedly beckoned him.

You pointed at the green. “The puree. Avocado and—”

“Wasabi,” Jungwoo and you said in chorus, making your eyes widen as you gushed, “That’s… genius.”

Jungwoo smiled in content, looking pleased at your reaction. “Chef Kim enjoys experimenting and using unexpected combinations.”

“Well, it’s—” you stopped, realising how you looked. Clearing your throat, you regained your poker expression as you completed, “Unique.”

“I’m glad,” Jungwoo grinned at you and turned to leave.

You swallowed the bite in your mouth and cut another piece, quickly diving in for seconds. Your phone lit up and you used your elbow to swipe across the screen to read Johnny’s message:

Nothing so far, everything seems pretty perfect. Ratings are really good too. How’s the food?

You ignore the message and continue eating, chewing slowly and forcing yourself to not show any expression that revealed your true marvel at the amazing food that you were eating as you knew that eyes were assessing you from across the room.

The food finishes faster than you’d expected and you’re sipping the wine as Jungwoo returns to retrieve your clear plate. You hastily respond to Johnny’s last message with:

It’s incredible, Doyoung is a fucking wizard. Please find something or we’re fucked.

Even before you can lower the phone to the table, Johnny has replied:

How about you find his dick and get fucked cause that’s easier?

You’re fired, you send back before placing your phone down as Jungwoo arrives, the entrée in tow.

Again, he is cryptic as he just says, “Duck confit with parsnip puree.”

You pray for faults but yet again, its just another surprise—The tender meat of the duck with the nutty taste of the parsnip is ended with a note of sweet berry-flavour from the thin slices of fig placed in between the meat and puree. Once again, you find yourself blown away by the different flavours that burst and emerge on your tongue with every bite.

Dessert doesn’t disappoint either—salted caramel cheesecake that is all the perfect proportions of sweet, tangy and nutty. At this point, you’re contemplating lying for the first time on a review.

You ask Jungwoo for the bill and after paying (and a generous tip), you’re quick to get to your feet and rush to the exit. As you close the door behind you and make your way around the restaurant to your car, you catch Doyoung’s gaze through the large windows as he walks out of the kitchen. You quickly duck your head, speedwalking to your car as you scramble for your phone to call Johnny.

Three nights after your first time at Timeless, you’re walking back through the glass doors except with your arm around Johnny this time. You step into the restaurant and his eyes are already surveying the entire space for a spot with the best lighting.

Your eyes, on the other hand, are already riveted towards the white double doors leading to the kitchen at the back.

“Over there,” Johnny muttered, jerking his head towards a corner with a particularly large paper-plane light over the table, illuminating it in a perfect yellow glow.

You let Johnny lead you to the seat that he found best and right as you reached the table, you muttered, “Pull the chair out for me.”

“What?” Johnny peered down at you, confused.

“Pull the chair out,” you hissed.

“Y/N, what the fuck?”

“Johnny, just—”

He rolled his eyes and with a soft sigh, you watched him as he pulled away from your side to walk around the table and pull the seat out for you as you asked, shooting you an overly-exaggerated smile as he did it. You choose to not say anything as you give him a practiced smile and slowly sit down, shrugging your jacket off your shoulders.

Johnny sets down the camera on the table and crosses his arms at you. “So how do you think it’s working?”

“How do I think what’s working?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“This whole thing.” Johnny jerked his chin at you. “You dressing up, walking in here with you clinging onto me and practically pulling my arm off and making me pull out the chair and shit.” He shrugged. “Trying to make Chef Kim jealous, how’s that going?”

“Why the fuck would I try to make him jealous?” You defended. “Also what are you talking about? I always hold your arm, you ass. And of course I dressed up, we’re taking pictures for the blog today, I always dress up.”

“Hold my arm, yes. Hang off of it like a koala, no. Dress up, yes. Go all out in a bodycon dress of black satin, looking like a whole damn meal? Hell no.” You felt the blood rush to your cheeks and Johnny smirks, noticing it. “Who the fuck are you kidding, Y/N, I’m your best friend, I know when you’re thirsty.”

“Shut up,” you groaned, looking away as Johnny laughed. You hesitated before asking softly, “I do look good, though?”

“Good enough to eat,” Johnny assured you, making you grin. “And I know you’re hungry for some Doyoung but I’m starving for his food so let’s order.”

“Can you just shut the fuck up for once in your—Jungwoo, hi!” You quickly straighten with a bright smile as you greet the blond waiter who gives you a rather wary grin. Unlike the last time, you don’t send him away with your quizzical requests and take the menu from his hands which surprises him.

You both ordered all the dishes that were commented as average and the handful that a few deemed “below average”. Three days of extreme searching had still not granted any review that was even borderline unsatisfied—you had no choice but to resort to the “this tastes great but that tastes better” reviews where you just focused on all the ‘great’ dishes.

Once all the dishes had arrived, you sat back a bit as you let Johnny photograph them in various positions, trying to find the best angles in the lighting. Once he’d taken enough, you straightened as you posed for the thumbnail cover of the article—the only picture that would have you with the food too. You had your legs crossed under the table, both elbows resting on the surface as you held a fork to your mouth, lips around the dragon shrimp.

Johnny was standing in an awkward position in front of the table—as he always does when he’s clicking photographs since he’s basically a giant—and your eyes were riveted on the lens as you heard a soft click.

“Pout more,” Johnny instructed and you did, sensing a movement on your left in your peripheral. Your gaze shifted from the camera and widened momentarily as you saw Doyoung was leaning against the wall right behind Johnny, watching you. He raised an eyebrow when you finally locked eyes with his.

“Ooh, that’s a great expression, nice,” Johnny encouraged, hearing more clicks. You involuntarily arched your back more as you leaned forward over the table slightly to see Doyoung clearer.

“Uh, Y/N, your tit’s gonna hang out soon if you keep angling to the right like that,” Johnny warned, making you smirk.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you mutter, shrugging slightly which made the thin spaghetti strap of your dress fall down your shoulder, and you watched Doyoung as his eyes followed the movement.

You kept your gaze on Doyoung as you lowered the fork, swiping it over the dish to collect more of the sauce onto the shrimp before lifting it to your mouth again.

“Fuck, genius,” Johnny was muttering as he clicked more rapidly, trying to get the perfect shot as the sauce dripped from your fork to the table and some even down your chin. You didn’t shift your eyes from Doyoung even as Johnny lowered the camera, going through the pictures.

“This looks like porn, the readers are gonna get a heart attack,” Johnny snickered.

You placed the fork down on the dish, wiping the sauce off your chin with your finger and slowly putting it in your mouth to suck it clean.

Doyoung looked like he was trying hard to maintain his poker expression as he watched every movement of yours carefully and you released your finger from your wet lips with a noisy 'pop’ sound that seemed to startle him from whatever thoughts that he was lost in.

What wouldn’t you give to hear those thoughts?

Or rather, see him enact them out…

“Doyoung is behind me, isn’t he?” Johnny’s wry tone quickly wakes you up as your wide eyes shift to him, his judging eyes on your wet finger. He shook his head at you, sighing. “Ah, the thirst is real, Y/N. Literally. You're literally sucking shrimp sauce."

"I was cleaning up the sauce,” you defended and even before you could finish, Johnny was interrupting, “Right, cause what you just did is normal. Cleaning up. Not sucking and not porn at all."

"Can you shut up about porn already?” You rolled your eyes, wiping your hand on a tissue before picking up your fork again. “Just eat."

You both lapsed into silence and you started eating, focusing on the flavours of all the various dishes that you’d ordered together. When you looked up as you were halfway done with your lamb, Doyoung wasn’t there anymore.

When the plates are cleared and Johnny’s checking the dessert menu—although you both already knew what to order, thanks to the reviewers—a shadow falls over your table and you both look up.

“Miss Y/N,” Doyoung greets, smiling. “Glad to have you back. You left rather abruptly last time before I could even ask you about my food.”

“Oh,” you said, glancing at Johnny who had his eyebrow raised at you. You gave Doyoung a tight-lipped smile as you said, “Well, we’ll find out soon enough, won’t we?”

Doyoung grinned at your reply, nodding in agreement. “I guess we will. This is your photographer?”

“Johnny Suh,” you introduced, nodding as Johnny smiled and held out his hand to Doyoung. “Chef Kim Doyoung.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Suh,” he greeted, giving his gummy smile which Johnny returned.

“Johnny’s fine, Chef,” he said as they pulled away.

“I trust that you’re enjoying the meal?”

“Trust me when I say that I would respond in any other situation but the writer here absolutely cannot stand spoilers and enjoys cliffhangers so as she said, we’ll find out soon.”

Doyoung laughs good-naturedly and you have to remind yourself that you’re staring like an idiot as he does and you catch yourself just in time as he turns to you, expression shifting slightly.

“Have you decided on desserts yet?”

Johnny opened his mouth to reply but you quickly quipped, “We’re still looking. Anything you’d recommend, Chef?”

“Well,” Doyoung starts, stepping closer to the table. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in something. How about Johnny here chooses whatever he likes while I give you something off the menu?”

You blinked in confusion, noticing how Johnny’s eyebrows rise at the question, his hand quickly coming up to hide the smirk.

“That’s not how it works,” you say, ignoring Johnny as you narrowed your eyes at Doyoung. “I review your restaurant for its existing menu, not for some special recipe catered only to me.”

“Who said its for the review?” Doyoung raised an eyebrow, shrugging. “Relax. I did some digging around, read quite a few of your reviews and I think I’ve figured out your taste palate. So its just an experiment, I guess.”

You stare at him, unblinking.

“Come on,” he insisted, shrugging again. “It’s on the house.”

You look at Johnny who’s still smiling behind his hand and he widens his eyes at you inconspicuously.

“Unless…” You looked back up at Doyoung who was slowly backing away, raising an eyebrow and smirking at you. “You’re not up for the challenge.”

At your sharp glare, he continues, “You have a rep that you’ve never found a dessert that was the perfect ten cause you aren’t sure of your own palate when it comes to sweets and nothing has blown you away like appetisers and entrees which have gotten tens from you.” He paused. “What if I’m telling you that I know exactly what that ten is?”

You scoffed in disbelief. “What, just from reading a bunch of reviews?”

“Hey, if you don’t want to, it’s fine. Your loss. I’m only offering complete satisfaction here.”

Johnny was practically beaming at you as he kicked your foot under the table but you kept your eyes narrowed at Doyoung, trying to figure out what he was playing at.

“Y/N,” Johnny said, nodding ecstatically as he jerked his chin towards Doyoung who couldn’t see him since his eyes were on you. “He’s offering complete satisfaction.”

Doyoung smirked slyly at you. “I assumed since you like surprises, you were the type to take on a challenge but hey, if you don’t want to, I guess—”

“I’m in,” you snap fiercely, cutting him off. “Johnny will have the raspberry soufflé and as for me, I guess you should get to work soon.”

He flashed you his gummy smile, looking absolutely pleased at the turn of events as he nodded. “We’re closing up early today so you may have to stay back a bit. Is that all right?”

You didn’t have to look at Johnny to know that he was making exaggerated sex faces at you and you nodded, swallowing as you leaned back.

Doyoung stepped away and as soon as he was back behind the kitchen doors, Johnny started to stand up.

“Fuck the soufflé, I’m just going to leave and take everyone with me so you can finally get dicked down.”

“Johnny, I hate you so fucking much—”

Funnily enough, Johnny’s wish came true as all the customers slowly began to filter out of the restaurant. Johnny left about half an hour after the soufflé was done—only after you practically pushed him out cause you couldn’t hear about ‘God Doyoung’s dick’ for one more minute.

You crossed your arms and sat back, swinging your legs under the table as you watched the restaurant clear out of the last customers besides you—three guys whose volume and tempo increased with every drink they had. You were relieved as you saw them leave together through the glass doors but quickly realised seconds thereafter when the silence suddenly dawned upon the restaurant that you were alone in Timeless.

It seemed like hours later but was probably just thirty minutes when you heard the kitchen doors swing open. Your head shot up quickly as you saw Jungwoo in a casual shirt and jeans, holding a set of keys.

"I’m usually in charge of lock-up,” he explained, smiling as he held up the keys. “But since you’ll be staying back a bit longer, Chef Kim will do it tonight."

You nodded, smiling back as he placed it on the counter near the cash register. "Goodnight, Jungwoo."

"Night, Petty. Enjoy your dessert."

You startled a bit at his playful tone as he walked out of the doors but before you could even wonder what he was insinuating, a movement to the left caught your attention.

You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung who was poking his head out of the kitchen and he nodded at you.

"Almost done,” he stated. “I’m just putting the finishing touches. You want to come back here and have it in my office instead of over there?"

"Oh.” You sat up, grabbing your purse and phone from the table. “Um, okay. Sure."

You got up and walked to the kitchen doors through which he disappeared again. Pushing them open, you heard a yelp on the other side and froze as you saw a bright red-haired guy hunched over.

”Shit,“ you hissed, rushing to him. "I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you! Are you okay?"

He held up a hand, slowly straightening as he met your eyes. You blinked at him, momentarily taken aback by his sheer beauty. He ran his intense gaze over your frame and his shoulders relaxed almost as he nodded.

"I’m fine,” he said, his deep voice taking you by surprise. “You must be Y/N."

Doyoung suddenly stepped out from a wooden door to the side of the large kitchen that you hadn’t noticed before, glancing at the two of you.

"I see you’ve met my sous-chef,” he said, gesturing to him. “This is Taeyong."

"Hello,” you said softly, smiling apologetically. “Sorry about hitting you."

He waved his hand. "It’s fine, don’t worry about it."

A short awkward silence fell over the three of you and you saw Doyoung glaring at Taeyong who was smirking back at him.

"I think I can close up from here. You can leave now, Hyung,” Doyoung said with a raised eyebrow.

“Nah, I think I’ll stay,” Taeyong was teasing, almost grinning now.

“Hyung."

"Doie."

You were watching the whole exchange with confusion but you couldn’t help breaking into a smile at the nickname and 'Doie’s’ eyes immediately shot to you as the word left Taeyong’s mouth.

Doyoung was exasperated. "Taeyong, I swear to god–"

"All right, all right,” Taeyong laughed as he held up his hands. “I’m leaving."

He unbuttoned the white chef jacket that he was wearing and took off the cap, hanging them both far at the back where you could see small names over each hook on the wall.

Smoothening down the shirt that he was wearing underneath and running his hands through his red hair, Taeyong grinned at you as he said, "It was a pleasure meeting you, Y/N. Put in a good word for us, you know we deserve it."

You narrowed your eyes at him and opened to your mouth to say something but he began laughing as his gaze went over your shoulder. You quickly turned and Doyoung dropped his hands immediately, smiling at you innocently as if he wasn’t gesturing behind your back.

"Goodnight,” Taeyong called out, making you turn your attention to him again as he waved his hand, pushing the back doors. “Have fun with your dessert!"

You turned to look at Doyoung again and raise an eyebrow at him, mostly at the fact that this was the second time in an hour that someone had said 'dessert’ weirdly but if Doyoung understood you or not was unclear as he chose to ignore it and explained instead, “Taeyong. Sous-chef and best friend, unfortunately.”

“Ah.” You nodded. “That explains it.”

“Mhm.” Doyoung cocked his head slightly as his gaze turned intense and you bit your lip, feeling nervous all of a sudden and the fact that his eyes immediately fell to your mouth at the movement didn’t help either.

“Um,” you trailed off, your gaze falling over the kitchen as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

Doyoung leaned back, smirking slightly and you could hear the playful lilt in his tone as he hummed, “Hmm?”

You rolled your eyes at this, crossing your arms as you glared at him. “I hope that you know it’s late, Chef and I have places to be. So if you’re done leaning on the wall and being useless…”

“Isn’t someone bitter?” Doyoung teased, winking at you in a very cheeky way that made you swallow. “Lucky for you, I have just the sweetness to help balance it. Come on.”

He lead you to the wooden door at the side and you hesitantly entered, eyes widening in surprise as you realised it was his office.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, gesturing to his broad wooden desk. “I’ll be right back.”

You nodded and made your way to the desk, realising the only place to really make yourself comfortable was just the single swivel chair behind it. You sat down reluctantly, placing your hands on the soft armrests to pull the seat forward. It was a comfortable plush leather and you couldn’t help sinking into it as you leaned back.

The door opened again and you quickly straightened as Doyoung entered, a small tray on his hand with a dish that was obviously covered with a lid.

You shot him a glare which he returned with a smile as you muttered, “You love being dramatic, don’t you?”

“Hey, you’re being all tight-lipped about the review and it’s not fair if I’m the only one living in suspense, is it?” He defended as he slowly approached the table and placed the tray carefully down in front of you.

Well. He had a point there.

Your silence made him grin as he stepped back, crossing his arms. “Go ahead, Petty Gluttony.”

You raised your hand to grip the handle of the lid, feeling a thrill run through you as you wondered what he had hiding. You pulled it up with a quick motion and lowered it onto the desk, eyes widely scanning the dish.

You furrowed your eyebrows at the sight, feeling your shoulders slightly deflate.

In a crystal glass bowl lay two scoops of smooth chocolate icecream.

“This is—” you cut yourself off as you looked up at Doyoung, seeing the glint in his eyes as he waited, despite the blank expression on his face.

“—not what it looks like, is it?” You finished, raising an eyebrow.

Doyoung smiled slyly, shrugging as he silently gestured for you to try and you picked up the spoon that was placed alongside the bowl. You paused, thinking of mint, salt, chilli, cherry, orange and any other unique exciting flavour that he could have put in.

Just try it.

You scooped it up into the spoon, realising not unsurprisingly that he’d made it perfectly creamy and smooth despite the short notice. Glancing up to meet his eyes, you put the spoon into your mouth.

The first thing you notice is that it was just as creamy as it looked. You chew on the spoon, the cold melting over your tongue and your eyes widen as you’re suddenly hit by the flavours—

The slight bite of bitterness—he’d used dark chocolate—followed by a subtle almost smoky heat. You swallow and that’s when the aftertaste hits—a mild sweetness coupled with a dash of spice.

It wouldn’t work. It shouldn’t but it did.

You look up with wide eyes, not even bothering to hide the emotions that you’re feeling as you gape at Doyoung. The chef is thoroughly enjoying the show, having seated himself on the opposite edge of the desk, eyes watching your every move carefully.

You quickly swallowed another spoonful, trying to understand all the confusing flavours that were exploding on your tongue—the most incredible one being the aftertaste of the sweet spice that you would immediately subdue with another spoonful of the cold cream to soothe the heat.

It was a cycle. You couldn’t stop.

“What the fuck is this?” You demanded, feeling aghast and Doyoung laughed, not seeming offended or surprised by your choice of words.

“Care to guess?” He asked, crossing his arms.

“I don’t even want to try,” you admitted honestly, making him grin.

“Well,” he said, glancing down at the bowl. “It’s dark chocolate, firstly. Got that bitterness?”

You nodded.

“And then… Tabasco and Smoked Chipotle.”

Your mouth dropped, eyes widening to the size of saucers.

“What?” you exclaimed, aghast. “That’s insane!”

Doyoung nodded, shrugging casually. “Not the first time I’ve been called that.”

“How the fuck does this work?”

“Proportions. Get it right and you’re hit with the perfect amount of everything in a perfect almost orchestrated order—sweetness of the chocolate, the bitterness of the dark cocoa, the slight umami of the Tabasco and finally the smoky heat of the Chipotle. Everything’s balanced. Nothing is overpowering. It’s perfect.”

“You…” You shook your head, feeling at a loss of words as you ate the last of it, not even realising that you’d finished it. “I’ve never seen this on the menu.”

“Because it isn’t there,” he stated. “It’s… not exactly a common favourite. Not everyone will like it.”

“That’s bullshit. How can someone not like this?”

“People prefer their desserts sweet, Y/N. You have a unique taste in food.”

“People are stupid. This is fantastic. You’re a genius.”

You don’t look at him as you say it, scooping up the base of the bowl to lick the final bits from the spoon and you hear Doyoung pause at your compliment before saying, “I’m glad you think so, Y/N L/N.”

You freeze, your hand going still over the bowl. You drop the spoon back onto the tray and look up to see Doyoung’s eyes on you.

“It is you, isn’t it?” He said, cocking his head. “Petty Gluttony. Y/N L/N from Seiken High School.”

You felt blood rush into your cheeks as you gaped at him, not able to say anything.

“I thought you looked familiar that first time,” Doyoung grinned. “And I had my suspicions too when you almost called me Dongyoung. But since you’re so private on social media, it was easier to find Lists of Your Best and Worst Reviews in 2018 than actual information about you.”

“But I confirmed it today when I saw Johnny,” he continued. “We may not have gone to the same culinary school but Yuta did go to yours. He kept me updated on you and told me about your giant best friend who was a Photography major that you met at university so when he came in today, I was pretty sure.”

You blinked, racking your brain as you tried to recall Yuta from school who had apparently been in the same culinary academy as you but you couldn’t remember his face for the life of you—although the name did ring a bell.

All those thoughts came to a stop as it suddenly registered what exactly he had said.

You looked at Doyoung in confusion. “Why did you want updates on me?”

Doyoung shot you a look as if to say ‘really?’

“Because,” he started. “I was interested in the hot girl who had a huge crush on me but was too much of a wimp to do anything about it.”

Your entire body stilled as you felt a fierce blush sweep across your face, protesting defiantly, “I was not!”

“Sure you weren’t,” he rolled his eyes. “I can still recall the way you blushed everytime I looked at you in the hallway, Y/N. Very similar to the way you’re blushing now. So don’t lie to me.”

“You played around,” you reply, deciding to be blunt since trying to keep your pride at this point was useless anyway. “You knew about the crush and decided to tease me like some kind of game.”

“It wasn’t a game!” He protested, eyes wide. “I was genuinely flirting! You kept running away though and became a stuttering mess every time that I even tried to approach you so I wondered if I was in over my head and if maybe you hated me.”

You stared at him, your body feeling really warm in the office now as you felt like you were back in school again.

“But hey.” He grinned, walking around the desk and coming to where you were. Your foot reflexively pushed the swivel chair back a bit to put space between you as he sat casually on the edge of the desk, right in front of you, saying, “You’re in my office now. I’m a chef and you’re a critic. Fate works in mysterious ways, doesn’t it?”

You swallowed, wanting to look away but not being able to pull away from his intense gaze. “I guess it does.”

“Almost didn’t recognise you, Y/N,” he murmured and you didn’t fail to notice that his tone had dropped lower as he quickly swept his eyes over you. “You’ve… glowed up.”

You didn’t think he could have made you blush yet again given how red you already felt but for some reason, the odd almost-millennial-slang compliment flattered you more than any adjective could.

Feeling a spark of confidence, you met his gaze more strongly as you cocked your head and said, “Yeah, well, that was a long time ago. I’m not running away now, am I?”

Doyoung’s eyes were trained on you and the way that he was sitting off the edge had his one leg pressed to your crossed knees—just the slightest contact but it was enough.

“No,” he agreed, voice soft. “No, you aren’t.”

You clenched your thighs together tightly, feeling the atmosphere shift at the prolonged eye contact and almost as if he sensed it too, Doyoung smirked, “Does that mean you’re finally going to make a move?”

You blinked, surprised at the bold question.

Does he…? No way, he couldn’t…

“Well,” he pulled a thoughtful face. “Maybe if I challenged you again—”

You shot up from the seat before he could even finish and his arms were already open as you grabbed the front of his jacket, yanking him forward. Your mouths met in a fierce heated kiss and he let out a soft surprised sound at the force, making you smile against his lips. His hands snaked around your back, slow and sensual, almost caressing. The touch made you relax in his arms as you let go of his jacket, choosing to loop them around his neck and run your hands through his hair instead.

He sucked your bottom lip into his mouth, making a breathy moan escape your lips. He took the opportunity to push his tongue inside, his hands lowering down your waist to cup your ass as he pressed you harder into him.

You pulled away to catch a breath, opening your eyes slowly to see his gaze down on your mouth.

“I know I made the icecream,” Doyoung muttered. “But I love the way you taste—your tongue is still cold and I’m getting the spicy aftertaste.”

“Nice to know that you’re still conceited, Dongyoung,” you replied sarcastically, making him chuckle as he pressed another kiss to your lips, tongue tasting you again as if he couldn’t get enough. His one hand began wandering again, gliding smoothly over the hem of your short dress and snuck under it to cup the flesh of your ass, making you groan loudly.

He pulled away, looking at your red face as he said, “Your skin is flushed, Y/N. If you look this good just from kissing me, I can’t imagine how you’ll look under me.”

You leaned closer, pecking his jaw and leaving kitten licks and nibbles on his throat. “Why imagine when we could find out?”

His other hand joined the one under your dress as he gripped you tightly. “Also the black satin? This was intentional, right? There’s no way that you didn’t plan this. Do you seduce the chefs at all the restaurants that you go to?”

“No, just the ones that I’ve been fantasising of since eighth grade.”

You felt him smile against your forehead as his hand quickly came to your hair, gripping it tightly to yank your head back and meet your mouth in yet another kiss.

“Let’s bring those fantasies to life then,” he breathed, quickly spinning you around until you were pressed up against the desk as his hands lifted you and placed you on the wooden surface, quickly positioning himself in between your thighs.

“You’ve had your dessert,” Doyoung stated, eyes glinting. “Now it’s my turn.”

He pulls away, grabbing the bowl from beside you and tipping it over your shoulder so that the melted liquid of the icecream that had settled at the bottom of the bowl trickles down your collar bone and disappears into your cleavage. You hiss at the feeling of the cold liquid dripping over your flushed skin.

Doyoung kisses you, sucking and licking the icecream down the length of your throat, hands coming to pull the thin straps of your dress off your shoulders that quickly brought the entire front falling into your lap.

Cold air hit your exposed breasts and before you could even shiver, Doyoung’s lips were already nibbling and sucking your nipple into his mouth. You arched your back, trying to push as much as you could into him and he brought his hand to your other breast, kneading and twisting your nipple until you were squirming in his arms.

You feel your eyes widen as he suddenly drops to his knees, head right in between your legs as he grabs your hips and pulls you forward, bunching the dress up around your waist. The satin material helps you glide smoothly over the desk as he quickly pulls off your underwear and throws your thighs over his shoulders, the action pushing his head forward.

You let out a surprised yelp as you felt his cold nose on your slick folds. Before you could even process all the sensations running through your body, Doyoung’s arms came around your thighs to hold them apart firmly as his tongue licked a long streak right over your wet slit.

Your stomach clenched with arousal as you moaned, hands immediately finding his head to clutch his hair tightly in between your fingers. You felt him smirk as he licked up all the wetness, feeling the tip of his tongue that was cold from the icecream circle around your clit.

Your thighs were clenching tightly around his head as you leaned back, bucking your hips into his face as he laid his tongue flat over your nub, flicking it with the tip teasingly over and over before circling your walls when you started convulsing.

“Doyoung,” you whined as he refused to let you cum, teasing you into overstimulation every time you felt yourself reaching close. Your legs clenched down around his shoulders, fingers yanking on his hair painfully at this point as the soles of your heels pressed into his back.

He started tonguing you faster, your impatience setting him off as he circled his tongue around your clit faster and rougher. You gasped loudly as you felt his long finger join his tongue, your walls immediately swallowing the digit as he thrust it into you at a quick pace. Your eyes closed tightly as you fell back onto the desk, digging your heels into his back as you felt your orgasm crash over you, making you buck into his mouth and fall apart at the mercy of his tongue as he laps up all of it.

Your legs are numb as Doyoung lowers them back down and stands up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You take a shaky breath as he stands to his full height in between your legs and you try to regain your composure as you find your footing with the heels and stand up, shoving his chest until he fell back onto the seat.

Doyoung raises his eyebrows at you in surprise as you move your hair over your shoulder and straddle him.

“Thought you had places to be?” he teased, looking up at you with that small gummy smile that was miraculously both cute and sexy at the same time.

You leaned back as you crossed your arms in front of you and pulled off your dress, chucking it across the room. You pressed your bare chest to his front, wanting him to feel every bit of you as you snaked your arm around his neck and leaned your forehead onto his, holding his gaze intensely as you said, “Yeah, I meant your lap.”

His eyes widened at the unexpected reply and he surprises you by erupting into a laugh. You can’t help but smile sheepishly as he grins at you.

“When’d you get so smooth, Y/N?” Doyoung asks, cocking his head and you shrug, unbuttoning the front of his chef’s jacket.

“I’ve always been smooth,” you reply as he straightens from the seat, unhooking his arms from around you to help you take off the jacket.

“Really?’ He sarcastically asks, letting you pull off the dark shirt that he was wearing underneath. “Last I checked, running away wasn’t really the smoothest flirting in the book, or even flirting for that matter.”

You glared at him as you tossed the short aside. “Can you shut up about my awkward high school self already, I’m literally going to ride you.”

He smiled, his hands coming to cup your ass as he kissed you deeply. Your breath caught in your throat at the intensity of the kiss, feeling tingles all over your body.

“Go ahead,” he whispered, his warm breath hitting your mouth. “Let’s live out all those fantasies.”

Your hands are already unbuckling his pants, yanking the zipper down as fast as you can. You get up and step back enough to pull off the remaining clothes off Doyoung until he’s as bare as you.

You sit over his thighs, the skin-to-skin contact turning you on more than you thought it would and one look into Doyoung’s eyes is enough to assure you that he feels the same way as he immediately places his hands back on your ass and presses you closely to him.

You duck your head, kissing him slowly and leisurely as you grind sensually on his naked erection, your perky nipples brushing against his hard chest. You feel his grip tighten on your rear as you continue teasing him until he finally growls your name in frustration.

You pull away and raise yourself slightly, lowering your hand to take his dick. Doyoung hisses at the contact and you quickly spread the precum leaking from the tip all over the shaft and press the head to your slit, letting your wetness soak around it. Slowly, you slid down and held your breath as you felt him enter and fill you up.

“Oh,” a soft moan escaped your parted lips as you started moving, slowly trying to adjust him inside you. When you felt the head hit you right at the spot that made you see stars, you started moaning as you bounced up and down. Doyoung grabbed your hips, thrusting into you faster and grabbing your breast with one hand that were bouncing around wildly from the thrust.

You groaned, your voice cracking as you felt your second orgasm dawning closer with every thrust into your hilt until you came with a loud moan, sweat sticking to both of your bodies.

Realising that Doyoung hadn’t finished, you stood up on shaky legs which made his eyes widen in protest. He closed his mouth, however, as you quickly crawled in between his open thighs and took his wet dick into your mouth.

“Fuck, Y/N!” He exclaimed loudly, surprised and pleased as he threw his head back into the seat. His hands came around your hair to form a makeshift ponytail as you sucked him off deeply, swallowing both your combined essences that coated it. You swirled your tongue over the slit and head, sucking noisily as you used one hand to stroke what wasn’t in your mouth and he bucked from the seat. You bobbed your head up and down, taking his entire length into your mouth and he hissed at the warmth that enveloped his dick as you sucked like your life depended on it. Your free hand came over his balls, nails scraping it lightly enough just to make him feel a slight sting and it was enough as he thrust up, fucking your mouth and shooting warm loads of thick cum.

You swallowed, the filthy sounds and smells of sex surrounding the room as you licked him clean until he was pushing you back from oversensitivity.

You sat back, wiping your mouth with your hand as you breathed heavily and leaned against the leg of the desk, looking up at Doyoung who looked more glorious than you’d ever seen him—hair thoroughly finger-fucked, eyes hazy from the orgasm that you’d just given him and his entire face red.

“Guess I’m not the only one who looks good flushed,” you voice hoarsely, making him look down at you with a grin.

“Know where we’d look better?” He asked.

“Your bedroom?”

“Exactly. Let’s go.”

Your review on Timeless is uploaded three nights after you leave Chef Doyoung’s house. The last lines that you’d written become the highlights (and Johnny’s personal favourite) just as you expected:

Timeless is nothing short of surprising—the warm setting with its almost-childish but nevertheless gorgeous paperplane lights, the eccentric menu with secret flavours lying underneath each item and a chef with a unique creative streak that floods into your mouth with every bite. If you like surprises, this is the place for you. And I’ll definitely be back for more, eager to be taken aback yet again. You already know my order, Timeless: surprise me.

“This is a little misleading,” Johnny comments as he reads the draft while you sort through your laundry, making you stop and look over at him in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You ask, worried since you’d tried your best to be honest and remain unbiased.

“I don’t think the readers are going to have the same streak flooding their mouths as you, Y/N.”

One hour after it’s posted on your blog and Johnny has left your place, your phone lights up with a message from your recently added contact:

Come over and I promise you a surprise just as good as the last time.

#nct nct127 nctsmut nctsmutfic smut fanfic mature nctimagine #nct kim doyoung kimdongyoung doyoungsmut kdy kdy smut #this is so fucking long I think its my longest yet #i want johnny as a best friend #i had too much fun with this and even did research on food so y'all better not let this flop #seriously tho #cznnet czennie #cznnet #Youtube

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All is Fair

Summary: With your best friend finding himself to be the resident heartthrob of Hogwarts and receiving many unwanted affections, obviously the best thing for you to do is pretend to be his girlfriend, right? But when paired with the crush you’ve had on him since first year, things aren’t quite as simple as they seem.

Pairing: Namjoon x Slytherin!Reader

Word Count: 8.7k

Genre: f2l, fluff, really oblivious reader and namjoon it actually hurt to write this oml

A/N: So here it is! I’m sorry again it took so long, but I’ve been really busy lately. Next up will be Detention Song. I am going to try to focus on that for a little but before I open requests again. I hope the anon who requested this enjoys. Again this wasn’t supposed to be as long as it is, I just get carried away it seems.

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Your laughter echoed off the walls as you exited the library, having been kicked out for being too loud. Namjoon and Jungkook follow behind you, the former sighing in unsurprised disappointment, while the latter cackles alongside you. You and Jungkook exchange amused looks and Namjoon simply shakes his head at the two of you, his actions saying one thing but the tiny smile on his lips saying something else.

“Did you see her face?” You howl, throwing your head back in laughter.

Jungkook nods enthusiastically, his nose scrunched and his bunny smile wide. “She hates us, ” he laughs as if it's something to laugh about.

You join him and Namjoon huffs, leveling the two of you with a glare, but it lacks any actual malice. “You guys, she's never going to allow us back in there.”

With a fond toll of your eyes, you wave off his concerns like batting away a fly. “Please, if there's any student in this entire school Madam Pince doesn't hate, it's you.”

”Yeah, hyung, ” Jungkook agrees, directing his attention back to the Ravenclaw. “She’ll let you back in, probably just not me and Y/N.”

Namjoon looked unimpressed by this, but turned away, muttering something under his breath.

”What was that?” You prompt, to which Namjoon sighs heavily.

“...Its Y/N and I.”

“...Joon that's not the point–”

“I know, I was just saying–”

You were interrupted by a soft voice to your left; delicate but almost confident.

The three of you turn to find a girl in your year that you hardly recognize, never having been one for too much socialization. Her red and gold tie seems bright in comparison to her slick black hair that reaches all the way down to kiss the small of her back.

She looks at Namjoon with her lips pursed, words seemingly just on the tip of her tongue and her big brown eyes expectant. Meanwhile, Namjoon flashes you a worried look, his eyes fearful and uncertain.

You sigh and grab at Jungkook’s collar, pulling him along with you and heading to the Great Hall. “Come on, Kook. Joon is busy now.”

A whine escapes the younger’s throat and he huffs as you drag him away. “I can walk myself, Y/N. I’m not five.”

“Then act like it,” You snark, though it lacks malice and Jungkook, having been your friend for five years, understands and continues to pout like a child as the two of you shuffle away from Namjoon. You look over your shoulder to give Namjoon a reassuring nod and a thumbs up, hoping against hope he’ll be able to pull it off this time.

As soon as you and Jungkook have rounded the corner, you let go of him and the two of you turn back to peer over at Namjoon. Jungkook snickers from behind you, causing you to roll your eyes and shove at his shoulder. You shush him and turn back to Namjoon.

The boy in question looks a little worse for wear, but only if you know where to look. His eyes, for one, which can’t stay in the same place, look anywhere but at the girl in front of him. His smile is weak, not quite accentuating his dimples in the way a real one would. The way he anxiously runs his hand through his newly brown hair tells you that he is already wishing for the conversation to be over, he’s just too polite to say so.

The girl smiles at him, all sugar and spice, and you strain to hear what they’re saying.

“...class today. You were really great,” She tells him and you swear it almost seems like she were reciting a script. She seems to know exactly what to say, as if she had rehearsed it a hundred times. “And I was wondering if you could help me.”

Namjoon nods, forcing his lips upward in a kind, albeit somewhat hesitant, smile. “Like a tutor?”

“If it's not too much trouble, ” She says, reaching out to rest her hand on Namjoon’s arm.

The Ravenclaw looks down to her hand, clearly –to you at least– not comfortable with the gesture. Though the girl doesn't retract it, she simply stares and waits for an answer. “Uh, sure. I can help you.”

“Thanks, Namjoon, ” She grins triumphantly, as if she had just won a medal to match her tie. “When are you free?”

Pausing for a second to think, Namjoon answers quickly, “I have my study period around one tomorrow if you can meet me then?”

“I can, " She assures, finally removing her hand to tuck some hair behind her ear. “I guess it's a study date then.”

Namjoon freezes, the word date registering in his head, but he isn't surprised, and neither are you. You cross your fingers, Jungkook beside you completely forgotten as you can only pray that he remembers what you talked about.

The girl –seriously, what the hell is her name?– suddenly pouts, pushing her bottom lip out over the top. Her eyes go wide, upset. “Is that okay?”

It's obvious with his lack of an immediate response that it is in fact not okay, but unfortunately that is also not what Namjoon tells her.

“Uh, yeah, of course it is,” He swallows thickly, forcing a laugh that sounds like the equivalent to nails on a chalkboard to your knowing ears. You facepalm, but not entirely shocked. “That’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow, ” She dismisses, offering Namjoon a wave before practically skipping off to her next class.

By the time Namjoon shuffles his way over to you and Jungkook, where he knew you had been watching, you’ve already crossed your arms and plastered on a frown. Meanwhile, you’re absolutely sure that Jungkook is smirking at the elder boy, but you hardly take him seriously, anyway.

“Don’t look at me that way,” He objects as soon as he’s back within hearing distance. “People go on studies ‘dates’ all the time regardless of whether there’s feelings involved. I’ll just make sure she knows that tomorrow.”

You roll your eyes, the three of you heading towards the Great Hall to finish up your shared free period. “Please, we all know that the second she turns puppy eyed you’re going to take it back and apologize just like you do every other time.”

“It’s true, hyung,” Jungkook adds matter-of-factly with a tilt of his head. “It happens every single time. You’re just too nice.”

“Yeah, I know.”

You sigh and give your classmate a pat on the back despite the scowl sitting on your face. Truthfully, you do feel bad for him. Immediately upon Namjoon’s entrance to Hogwarts people took quite the liking to him. You suspect it had something to do with his warm smile, kind nature, and adorable dimples which can make anyone’s day. Not that you’re any different, though. It had taken a while, but after he out ranked you on a DADA exam, your friendship blossomed beautifully.

The dimples, you suppose, is just a plus.

However, that is exactly the problem. It seems as if this opinion is very widely shared at Hogwarts, rightfully so, but especially among the female students. Many times you’ve witnessed someone asking your friend out on a date, edged on by his charming image and kind words, and he never quite has the heart to refuse them. In the end though, he always turns them down. You used to wonder why, thinking for sure he must have liked some of them, but after all these years you stopped questioning it. Maybe because other thoughts of Namjoon have replaced the space where those questions used to be, or maybe it’s just because you never could find an answer to them anyway.

Either way, he’s always alone at the end of the day. Correction, he always has you at the end of the day. Even if you don’t know if you’ll ever be able to tell him how you feel, you wish he would at least make the effort to have fun on all the dates he goes to. But Namjoon is persistent, insisting that he learn to say no, to turn them down when they ask, though as nicely as possible mind you. You’ve tried multiple times to… guide him, show him how to let them down delicately, well as delicately as you’re capable of, but it’s clear he’s just too kind-hearted to do so.

Which leaves you with where you are now; Namjoon with a date tomorrow and you with a fake smile, knowing full well he’ll come to you again after it’s over and ask you to fix it for him.

Presently, Namjoon offers you a shy half-smile, still a bit embarrassed he wasn’t able to say what he’d practised with you. Still, his dimples poke both sides of his cheeks and his eyes seem to sparkle in the reflection of the candles you pass. Your hand lingers on his shoulder and his goes up to cover it innocently; gratefully.

And yeah, you’ll help him. If it were anybody else you’d scoff and refuse, maybe even chuckle at the absurdity of it all. But looking at him now, you know you couldn’t do that. How could you when he looks at you like that and smiles at you as if his day would be better spent by your side?

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As it turns out, the library is a great place to study as long as you don’t bring Jungkook around. Seeing as the kid in question has quidditch practice today and you had homework, you decided you would sneak in to the library. Madam Pince would absolutely have a fit if she saw you back here so soon after the ‘disruption’ you and Jungkook had caused yesterday.

Thankfully, without the added distraction of a certain Slytherin boy who is far too loud for his own good, you were able to finish up all of your homework while hiding away in the back bookcases. Looking down at your watch, you’re shocked to see that you finished much earlier than you had anticipated. Jungkook was still in practice, you deducted, beginning to pack up your things. You suppose you could go bother Yoongi for a while, you decide with a smirk.

Your plan, however, gets foiled when you spot the familiar get of sapphire robes making their way towards you.

“Namjoon?” You question, surprised to see him here when he was supposed to be tutoring that girl at the moment. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m done tutoring Katie,” He says simply, plopping himself down in a chair, and heaving a sigh, you take the spot next to him. “And I knew you’d be doing your Charms homework and I needed to let out my frustration.”

Your eyebrow arches. “So how’d you know I’d be here? I had to sneak in after what happened yesterday.”

“I thought you would,” The Ravenclaw shrugs nonchalantly, as if you doing this were an everyday thing.

With a pause in conversation, you take this time to allow your eyes to skim his appearance.

He looks nice, as always, but it’s not hard for you to pick out the differences his external appearance doesn’t let on. His back is is curved in a slouch, his shoulders are down and dreary looking. Namjoon rests his head on his palm, his other hand coming to rub his temples. To you, he looks tired and worn.

You reach out and place a reassuring hand on his arm and gift him with what you hope is a comforting smile.

He returns the gesture and you decide to ask about his time. “So how did your study date go today?”

“I ended things early,” Namjoon groans, as if simply thinking about it were a hassle. “I told her that there were no feelings involved in this and she just went off on me!”

A frown tugs your lips down, a sense of irritation beginning to make its way into your chest. You close your eyes, making sure to let Namjoon continue his rant. He needs to get these feelings out and you needed to listen.

“I just don’t understand,” Namjoon whined, his lips forming a pout making him look a bit younger than before. He gestures wildly with his arms, his head falling onto the desk in front of him. “Why is it always my fault? I’m always the bad guy with these girls.”

Your heart hurts watching him, practically pulling his hair out in utter frustration. You want to reach out, comfort him and reassure him that he’s not a bad guy, but you understand perfectly how it feels when hateful words get stuck in your head. You understand completely how hard it is to talk someone out of their fixed mindset, especially if they believe it themselves.

“I just wish they’d leave me alone,” Namjoon whispers against the table, so quietly that you could have missed it, almost fading into the hushed silence of the library. “I can’t be what they want me to be, but they just– they can’t understand that.”

“Joon,” You murmur, softly, as if speaking to a child. “They need to know that, you need to tell them.”

He doesn’t move and you sigh. You reach out and grab his robe, pulling him up to face you. If you thought he looked tired before, he looks even worse now. His eyes have drooped and exhausted as he stares back at you blankly.

“Namjoon,” You stress, steadying him with your most serious stare in hopes of capturing all of his attention. His eyes are soft and warm as you look into them, but you wish more than anything that they’d look happier, too. “You need to stand up for yourself. None of it is going to change unless you do something about it.”

“Y/N, you should see their faces, it’s awful.” He’s shaking his head now, as if doing so could shake the thoughts out of his head. “It’s just a date, but every time I refuse they just look so hurt. I just– I hate those looks.”

“Fuck them, Joon!” You scoff, disbelieving. But then again, it’s not so surprising. Ever since you met Namjoon he’s been nothing but sweet and kind. He hates hurting people, even going as far as hurting himself in their place. This is especially evident with the rest of the boys. You’ve seen it over and over again that he’ll do anything for them. For you, too.

Namjoon just sighs, like he was expecting this reaction from you. “I’m serious, Joon. I could care less about them, but you shouldn’t be feeling like this. Just because you don’t care to go out with them doesn’t mean they get to tell you that you’re any less of a decent person.”

“I know, I know,” Your friend huffs, rubbing at his eyes sluggishly. “I just, I wish I could find a way to make them stop without hurting their feelings, you know?”

You hummed, trying desperately to think up a way to fix his problems. Namjoon is looking out at the window, down where he can see the outdoors Herbology lesson. You’re about to turn away, Herbology having never been your favorite subject, when something catches your eye.

Below you, sitting at the back of the gathered group, a boy and a girl share a secret smile. Or what you assume was supposed to be secret, but the others around them notice and gag at them. They seem to be staying clear of the couple, not wanting to intrude on their flirting. That’s when it hits you.

“Joon, if you don’t want them to bother you, then make yourself unavailable.” You reason, honestly quite proud of yourself for coming up with the idea.

Namjoon frowns. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” You roll your eyes. “If they keep asking for dates, tell them you already have one planned. If they ask for a relationship, tell them you’re already in one.”

“You mean lie?” Namjoon states, clearly not quite convinced. “Y/N, everybody knows everybody here. If I lie and say I’m in a relationship, they’re going to ask who with. What will I say then? I can’t just make someone up.”

“Then don’t. Get someone to pretend to be your girlfriend.”

“And who is going to do that?” He deadpans, looking thoughtful like he were thinking about it himself. “I don’t have very many… female friends other than you, Y/N.”

A pause, you consider. “Then I’ll do it.”

“What? You’re kidding, right?” He’s looking at you now like you’ve grown two heads, not entirely believing he heard you right.

“What? So you’re saying you don’t want to fake date me?” You huff, feigning offense and crossing your arms.

“No, I’m not. I just–”

“So you do want to fake date me?”

“Y/N!” Namjoon cries with a whine, sounding almost like a petulant child. Or Jungkook. You laugh. “You’re so mean.”

You chuckle, shoving at his shoulder. “Am not, I just offered a solution to all your problems.”

Namjoon joins you, a tiny breath of laughter slipping past his lips. “You don’t have to do that you know.” He shrugs. “If you don’t want to.”

You nod and plaster a smile on your face, more for him than anything else. “I know,” You tell him, your voice smooth and soft. “But what kind of best friend would I be if I didn’t?”

“Bold of you to assume you’re my best friend.” He jokes to which you narrow your eyes. He notices this look and shakes his head. “No I’m kidding, Y/N. I’m kidding.”

You spend the rest of free period there, in the back of the library, taking turns shushing each other to make sure Madam Pince doesn’t catch you red-handed. You feel sad to leave in favor of Potions, but you go to class with a smile on your face.

You just helped your best friend and there’s nothing that feels better than that. Besides, this is your way to spend more time with him than you already do– no one ever said you weren’t selfish. According to you, it won’t be so bad. What’s the worst that could happen?

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This is very bad.

You don't know how you didn't see it back in the library. Unspoken and probably unrequited feelings plus everyone thinking you're dating the person whom those feelings are directed towards was, in hindsight, not the best idea.

Currently, you and Namjoon are chilling in the courtyard, going over your answers from the Transfiguration homework. The latter is sprawled across the green grass on his stomach as you sit directly beside him, your legs crossed like a pretzel and your homework in your lap.

However, this is becoming rather difficult after the grand announcing of your (fake) relationship this morning. You can feel several sets of eyes on you. It sends a shiver down your spine, not being used to all the attention. And every time you turn around to tell them to stop, they can’t meet your eyes and you can only sigh and hope they receive your glare.

“Namjoon,” you whisper, making sure you’re not overheard. “Namjoon.”

The boy in question looks up at you, confusion clear on his face. “What?”

“You don’t, uh,” You fumble, the words not quite coming out right. “You don’t notice all the stares by any chance do you?”

A single eyebrow arches as he looks at you incredulously. He closes his book, finally giving you his full attention.

“That’s not unnatural, Y/N.” Namjoon mumbles lowly, as if divulging some top secret for your ears only. “They think that we’ve been dating for three months already. They’re probably just curious.”

“Well how do we make them stop?” You pout, causing Namjoon to laugh at your unintended cuteness. You can feel more stares at this, but you try your best to ignore it.

“What? You shy or something?” He heats and you sneer, ruffling his hair in retaliation.

“Hey!” He objects, a hand flying to his head to shield it from your ruthless fingers. You laugh and suddenly he’s the one pouting.

“That was unnecessary.” He laments, rather adorably, you might add.

“But very fun.” He rolls his eyes, but thankfully doesn’t turn back to his books. “But seriously, how do we make them stop? Their staring at us like zoo animals makes me uncomfortable.”

You chance another look around, finding a series of stolen glances and heads that rush to pretend to be occupied.

Namjoon hums, letting you know that he’s in thought. After being friends for about six years, you’ve picked up on all his tells, just like he has yours.

You can see the moment a thought comes to mind, his eyes lighting up almost comically. But, as if that light is switched off, it fades as soon as it appeared, never quite making it off the tip of his tongue. You know better though, and you jump to question him before he shrugs it off like he usually does.

“What? What is it?”

“Nothing, it’s a bad idea, don’t worry about it.”

“Joon, how can you know for sure if you don’t tell me?”

“I don’t know, it’s just it’s not something we’ve done before.”

“We’ve never dated before either, but look at us now.”

Namjoon goes quiet and you swear you can hear the wheels turning in his head. He gets like this often, stuck in his head, and you’re always the one who has to get him out.

You groan, waving a hand in front of his face as he continues to bite his lower lip. “Joon? Joon, come on. I-”

You aren’t able to finish your sentence because your interrupted by a set of soft lips pressing against your cheek. Your mouth freezes, still open and agape as you look at him, shocked.

A blush immediately blooms across Namjoon’s cheeks, stretching even to the tips of his ears. You shake your head with a start, your cheeks pinking to match his. You can feel even more stares now than you did before and you force your hand not to come up and touch the still hot spot on your cheeks that he had kissed. Couples don’t do that, you tell yourself.

“I’m sorry,” You hear from beside you. You look over to see that Namjoon is back on his stomach and looking at you guiltily, apologetically. “I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I just thought it would help, but clearly I was wrong. They’re still staring.”

He’s looking back to his book now, unable to meet your gaze. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and, with a sudden surge of confidence, lean forward to press your own chaste kiss against his cheek.

His head snaps up in surprise, but you’re no longer paying attention. “It’s okay,” you say, trying to refocus on your previous task of choosing between choice A and B. “You tried.”

With somewhat of a dazed nod, Namjoon goes back to his own homework and you can finally feel the stares of other students begin to dwindle as they realize that you've gone back to studying. Now, with nothing else to do, you get lost in your thoughts.

Part of you feels great, elated even that he had kissed you, for whatever reason. The other part though, can’t seem to let go of the reasons themselves. He’d done it to make a scene, nothing more, nothing less. This part can’t help but feel sullen and unreasonably disappointed. This part can’t quit wondering; would he still be doing that if you didn’t have an image to keep?

Looking over to him, watching as he chews pensively on his lower lip as he tries to solve his Potions homework, you don’t seem to think he would.

And that feels pretty bad.

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Sitting in the tea shop at Hogsmeade across from Namjoon, the two of you awkwardly avoiding eye contact, you really wish you would have thought things through just little bit more before offering to be his fake girlfriend.

The entire tea shop is, quite honestly, a rather revolting sight. Nearly everything in the shop is colored some hue of pink and it makes you sick. It looks like Valentine's Day threw up in here even with it being April. All around you sit couples, chatting and giggling over every other word their partner says. The cup of tea that sits hardly touched in front of you tastes more like sweetened syrup than actual tea and Namjoon seems to feel the same, if his almost completely full cup is of any indication. You’ve been here for barely ten minutes and you already want to leave.

“So, uh, how do you like your tea?” Namjoon pipes up quietly, as if unsure of what to say.

“It, uh,” You stutter, debating whether or not the truth would be what he wants to hear, or if he really even cares at all. You decide there’s no point in sugar-coating it. “It sucks.”

He laughs at this, a little stiff, but honest at the least. You copied him but it didn’t last long. Soon enough, you were back to to trying not to catch each other’s eyes and looking anywhere but in front of you.

So instead of staring ahead at your pretend boyfriend, you opted for staring out the window as you wait for the waitress to come back.

People from all different years and houses passed, each looking unique in their own way. A group of best friends passed first, each of them wearing their respective blue, yellow, and red ties and accessories. Being as it was no longer winter and the weather is still warming, they’ve forgone coats for thin jackets and beanies for flower-like bows in their hair. The girls had laughed and giggled, probably gossiping and whispering insignificant secrets into each other’s ears.

As they skipped along, a larger group of boys took their place. There were quite a few of them, four Gryffindors, three Hufflepuffs, two Ravenclaws and Slytherins alike. They were much louder than the girls you saw, every last one of them laughing at some joke or another. However, climbing on top of each others backs and poking fun, they seemed to be having a much better time than you. Even the Ravenclaw couple that walks past the shop, hand in hand, seems to be enjoying themselves as they scrunch their noses in disgust at the sight of the bright pink letters of the front sign.

You hate this. You hate that this was supposed to be your time with your best friend, but you can’t even swallow your own feelings long enough to talk to him like a normal human being.

So, with a newfound determination, you bring your hand down onto the table and look Namjoon dead in the eyes. “We’re leaving.”

Namjoon spluttered for a moment, taken slightly aback by your abrupt statement. “What? Why?”

You huffed, not entirely feeling up to explain yourself since the answer should be as obvious as the awkwardness between you. “Because,” You stress, pushing your tea aside. “Neither of us are enjoying ourselves, Joon. We both hate it here and we’re just, not having a good time.”

He chews his lip again, taking it between his teeth thoughtfully. “You’re right, Y/N, but we’re supposed to be on a ‘date’, remember?” You can tell, his interest as been piqued and you know that he’d rather be anywhere else in Hogsmeade but here, however his eyes are worried as he speaks, alight with concern. “Those girls still haven’t left me alone. If I didn’t know any better I’d say they’re even more… bold now. What else are we supposed to do?”

“Not sit here and bore ourselves to death, Joon,” You reason, already getting up out of your seat and walking around to his side of the table. You hold your hand out with determination and wait for him to take it. He does so with a sigh and you beam at him. “If everyone wants us to go on a date and if that’s what it takes to get those girls off your back, then we will. But we’re not going to stay here and pretend that we’re enjoying ourselves. It’ll cause wrinkles.”

He laughs at your little attempt of humor, but ultimately lets you drag him out of the teashop, leaving behind just enough money for your drinks. Without waiting for the doubt to come, you slip your hand in his as you open the door to leave, quickly hiding your blushing face from the boy next to you.

Walking out into the warm, albeit wet, air of April, you smile as the stuffy atmosphere of that stupid shop seems to flow out of your body and you can’t bring yourself to bothered by the raindrops dripping onto your face. However, the pelting of the rain stops suddenly and you look up to see that Namjoon has draped his jacket over your head. You offer him an appreciative smile.

“Okay, first stop. Where do you wanna go?”

Namjoon scratches the back of his neck bashfully, a tiny smile painted on his mouth. “Would it kill the mood if I said the bookstore?”

A laugh pushes out from your throat and you shake your head, squeezing his hand reassuringly. “Of course not.”

You pass by many people on your way to the bookstore, but you ignore all of them in favor of asking Namjoon about the pop quiz in your advanced Potions class. Some of them shooting the two of you disbelieving looks, shocked to see a ‘couple’ talking about school work while on a date, but you and Namjoon didn’t even spare them a glance.

Stepping into the bookstore though, you inhaled the comforting scent of new books and parchment. Looking over to Namjoon, you see that he has already left from his place beside you and is browsing the book selection.

You grin, goodnaturedly. Following up behind him, you scan over the books for yourself, picking them up and flipping through their pages.

You’ve lost Namjoon by the time you flip through your fourth book, but it doesn’t take long to find him.

Someone grabs a book from the other side of the shelf and the next thing you know, Namjoon is peeking through the gap it’s made, a dimpled grin on his face. You roll your eyes fondly and wave back at him. He motions for you to come closer and cups a hand around his mouth when you do.

“Hey, there’s only one worker here and he’s asleep at his desk,” He whispers, his tall frame awkwardly leaning into the bookshelf. “And there’s no one else here. We practically have the whole place to ourselves.”

You’re not surprised to find that he’s looking at you giddy, like a kid on Christmas. But of course he would, he’s a dork but at least he’s cute. Besides, even you can admit that there’s always something fun about having an entire place to yourself. Being able to do anything and not get caught or blamed.

Though to be fair, it’s only a bookstore. How much trouble can two people actually get into?

You smirk, resisting the urge to bop his nose as he continues to stare at you with wide, excited eyes. “Yes, it looks like we do. What are you planning to do here, Joon?”

His expression turns thoughtful at this, his mind racing with something the two of you could do here. As he thinks, you pull another book from the shelf and push it towards him. “While you think about that, I think this is that muggle author that you like.”

He looks at the book you’ve given him, recognition lighting in his eyes because, yes, this is one of his favorite muggle authors and this book is one he doesn’t yet have at home.

Namjoon's head snaps up as he goes to thank you, but he frowns when he sees that you’re not there anymore. Looking around for you, you hold back a laugh as you come up from behind him, going on your tiptoes to grip onto his shoulders.

A disgruntled noise shoves past his lips and you can’t but erupt into laughter as his grip on the shelf falters and about a dozen of them all fall to the ground, one even falling on his nose, but you reach your arms out enough to stop him from falling. His gaze turns to glare at you, but you can’t take it seriously, especially not when you’re two hundred percent sure he’d never do anything to you. Still, you squat down to help him pick up the fallen books and put them back on the shelf in their rightful places.

“That’s not what I meant,” He grumbles softly when you have returned all the books on the shelf.

You snicker. “I thought it was fun.”

Namjoon scoffs, but you swear you can see the hint of a smile as he turns away to look back at the worker, still sleeping at the back of the shop.

For the next hour or so, the two of you run around the shop, picking out books and showing them to each other. He points out a few muggle books, his eye catching on a few textbooks and biographies that he could read at school. Meanwhile, you pull some story books your parents read to you as a kid, an assortment of chapter novels also sparking his interest as you take them one by one from the shelves.

The rain pitter patters on as you two run around the store, hardly caring enough to remind yourselves to be quiet, so as not to wake the store clerk, who evidently sleeps like the dead. No one else joins you in the bookstore and you like it that way. It allows you to goof off and mess around all the more. Even as you try not to laugh when Namjoon takes it upon himself to make puns out of the book titles and pretend you hate them, one thing is for sure; you’re having a much better time than you were at the start of the afternoon.

And when you get back to Hogwarts, Namjoon having walked you back to your common room in the dungeons –even though he’d have to go all the back up to the Astronomy tower himself– to pay for the butterbeers you’d paid for after you left the shop, you can’t help but think that it had been probably your favorite trip to Hogsmeade. True, you didn’t go on the normal date everybody expected you two, and more than likely it hadn’t done any good to alleviate his problems as no one had seen you two the whole day, but it had been a good time. You enjoyed yourself and so did Namjoon, if the way his eyes sparkled in the most endearing way possible was of any indication.

It might have only been a fake date, but it was the best one you ever had.

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You were livid.

Never in your entire life had you ever doubted the sorting hat so much, but Horace Slughorn being a Slytherin just doesn’t add up. That man hardly has three brain cells, let alone the amount it takes to be the standard Slytherin and the Potions professor. At this rate, you’re sure Tae, Jimin, or even Namjoon would do a better job and those three can barely stand on their own feet without knocking something over.

Needless to say, you were very underwhelmed and very bitter to get your Potions essay back to see a bad mark accompanied by a coffee ring at the top of the first page of parchment.

Grumbling under your breath as you stomp over to the courtyard to find and rant to Namjoon, as always, you try your hardest not to send death glares at everyone who files in and out of your way. When you get to your destination, you drop your bag down in front of the fountain, claiming your spot. You hesitate to pull out a book, checking the large clocktower to see when Namjoon would get to your regular meeting place.

Deciding that it’s not worth the waste of time, you blow some hair out of your face and continue to wait for him. And you were perfectly content to do that, until a few not so concealed whispers made their way to your ears.

“Has he asked you out yet?” A girl asks, obviously intrigued by whoever she was asking about.

“No, not yet, but I think it’ll happen soon. I can feel that he’s warming up to me more.”

“But what about his girlfriend? Aren’t they still together?”

“Yeah, I think so, but I’m not convinced it’ll matter soon enough.”

“But won’t she be upset?”

“Oh my God, could you be any more of a Hufflepuff? You think I’m scared of Y/N? No, I’m not. Besides, when I’m done, I’ll have Namjoon eating out the palm of my hand.”

Your teeth grate together as your jaw locks. You take deep breaths to try and calm yourself down, but your temper, which is usually kept under control, is rearing its ugly head and you’re ten seconds from exploding on whoever this girl is.

“It’s only a matter of time,” She says again. “He won’t know what hit him.”

That little– that’s it.

You leap up from your place on the ground and stomp over to the direction where you’d heard the voice. Going over, two sets of eyes find you and you’re honestly not the least surprised to find that one of them belongs to a fellow green tie. You don’t recognize her, but one look at the Head Girl badge on her uniform tells you that she’s a seventh year.

Poor Jin. You’d go crazy if you had to deal with this bitch everyday.

Unlike the Hufflepuff next to her, she doesn’t even seemed concerned as you approach, but God- she should be.

“Hello, uh- Y/N, is it?” She asks as if she doesn’t already know from the way she was just talking about you.

“Can I talk to you?” You counter, not wanting to waste any time, but also struggling to not cause a scene in the middle of the courtyard.

Her eyebrow arches, but she shrugs, excusing herself from her friend. You don’t give her any time, immediately walking into the hallway closest to you and waiting for her to catch up.

She finally does so, but not without a scowl on her face, which she quickly replaced with a fake smile. “Is there something you need?”

“Yeah, I need you to stop messing with my boyfriend.”

She stutters and you’re quite surprised that you don’t. You have no idea where this jealousy is coming from. Well, maybe you do, but you know in your gut that it’s misplaced. He’s not really your boyfriend, you don’t have the right to be jealous as if you were. But she’s still bothering him; treating him like a prize to be won and that’s definitely not okay with you. Namjoon may let her get away with it, but you’ll be damned if you do, seventh year Head Girl or not.

“What?”

“I’m not quite sure that it’s an act, but I’ll say this anyway; don’t play dumb,” You hiss, true to the snake whose colors you represent. “I heard what you said about Namjoon.”

In her defense, she recovers quickly, a disinterested frown pulling the corners of her lips down. “What about it?” She shrugs again and you ball your hands into fists.

You cross your arms to keep them from flying to her nose, your eyes narrowing into cold slits. “Oh you must not have heard me, I guess I’ll have to say it a little slower, then.” The girl scoffs at you, obviously not happy at being belittled. “I want you to stop messing around with Namjoon. He’s not someone you can just play with and throw around, he’s not like you.”

To her credit, she just smirks at your jabs this time, laughing like she knows better than you. “Sounds like a you to problem to me.”

“Sounds like someone still doesn’t get it, but I can’t blame your two brain cells for not understanding. I’ll say this one more time.” Oh if looks could kill, you’re sure she’d be five feet under right now. “Leave my boyfriend alone, or you won’t like what happens after.”

“What are you gonna do about it, hm?” She taunts, tossing a piece of her blond hair behind her shoulder. “You don’t scare me, Y/N.”

“This isn’t about me, this is about Namjoon.” You retort, refusing to buy into her bait. “He’s not just a prize to be won. He’s an amazing and smart and too kind to let your ass down. You don’t deserve him.”

She seems to have had enough, because she sneers in your face, her hazel eyes piercing a hole into your head. “It’s like you do. He’s better than you, too.”

“Oh I know he’s better than me,” You laugh as if you hadn’t long since come to this conclusion on your own. “I know I don’t deserve him, but lucky for me, that’s not my decision; it's his. And it’s not fair of you to act like it’s anything else.”

“Oh honey,” She’s laughing again and any minute now you’re sure you’ll punch her damn face. “Don’t you know? All is fair in love and war.”

You open your mouth, about ready to start spouting curses in her face, but her Hufflepuff friend runs up and interrupts you. “Hey, Dahlia? Can we go? Jin said something about needing to discuss something with you.”

“Yeah, I was just leaving,” Without another word, she shoves past you, her emerald robes swaying behind her.

Breathing in and out to steady yourself, you walk back over to where you left your bag and wait for Namjoon with zero intentions of bringing this girl back to his attention. He doesn’t need any of that right now.

And as you’re smiling when Namjoon finally sits down next to you, apologizing for being late, telling you that Professor Sprout pulled him after class, you only have one thought running through your mind.

You really, really should have punched that girl.

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Despite it being spring, the cool air of night still sends a shiver down your spine as you walk up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower to meet Namjoon. You hug your sweater a little tighter to your body as you climb the last few steps, pushing the door open.

You cringe slightly when it creaks, instinctively looking around to make sure no one was there and could have heard you. The noise does attract one pair of eyes though, and the familiar brown irises seem to soften when they land on you and you count yourself lucky that only the moonlight is streaming in through the lone window, making it easier to hide your blush.

“Hey, Y/N!” Namjoon whispered, even though there was no one around to hear him. “I’m uh– glad you were able to get away.”

“Well, when someone texts me to meet them in the Astronomy Tower, they usually have a good reason.”

“Really?” He plays along, easily falling back into your typical banter. “What if I wanted to kill you? Then what would you do?”

“Jump.”

“Okay, Y/N, that's not exactly reassuring.”

You laugh, but shrug as you go to lean over the window, looking out at the stars that are normally hidden from your dungeon view. “What? I’d rather die with my dignity intact, thank you very much.”

Namjoon chuckles, fitting in place beside you, his chin coming to rest on his palm. “You don't get to see these stars very often, huh?”

”Nope, ” You reply, not looking away from them in fear of becoming even more flustered than you already were. “Lets just say I can see why people like it up here.”

“I don't know, ” He tilts his head, a soft half-smile gracing his lips. “I'm sure the Slytherin common room as it's upsides.”

“It's… an acquired taste, that's for sure.” He bumps his shoulder purposefully into yours, meeting your stare with a goofy grin. As much as you'd love to spend the rest of the night just looking at the stars with Namjoon beside you, your curiosity is eating you alive and you have to ask, “Why’d you ask to see me, Joon?”

He sighs at this, his hands coming to rub the back of his neck nervously. “Uh, well–”

“You can tell me anything, Joon. You know that right?”

“Yeah, I know.” He smiles, but it lacks its usual warmth, fear and concern flashing in its place. On a whim, you reach out and cover his hand which was still grasping the window sill with your smaller one, hoping to offer him some security. You give a nod and he exhales easily. “You, uh– you know that you do deserve me, right?”

You frown, wondering where he had gotten this from. But his eyes are watching you earnestly, and it doesn’t take long for your mind to wander back to a week ago. The words that the girl had spit in your face come back to you and suddenly something clicks together.

Namjoon takes Herbology in the mornings, so he should’ve just come from Charms. Not from the greenhouse.

You go to question him, but he stops you with a shake of his head. “I’m sorry that I eavesdropped, I shouldn’t have done that, but is it true? Do you really feel that way? Like you don’t deserve me?”

A sigh escapes you now, your lips frozen together, unable to form a coherent sentence. Somehow, you always seemed to have something to say, even when saying it probably wasn’t the best idea. Now though, words seem to fail you and all you can do to answer him is nod dully.

This time it’s Namjoon who reaches out, taking your other hand and slipping his fingers through yours. He squeezes it comfortingly. “You know that’s not true, right? If anything it’s the other way around.”

You laugh, but it lacks humor and your smile lacks warmth. “I don’t think so, Joon.” You murmur, entirely unconvinced by his proclamation.

“You’re so much better than I am, Joon. You’re kind and honest and smart and just so clever. You’re truly one of the best people I know,” Listing off all the reasons you love him, your mouth lifts in a self-depreciating sadness, while he doesn’t smile at all, despite being the person whom these compliments are directed to. “And me? I’m competitive, and cold and sarcastic and so selfish–”

“You’re not selfish, Y/N–”

“But I am, Joon,” You shoot back, your grasp on his hands tightening as you say this as if you’re still trying to seek comfort from them. “I was so excited to help you get rid of those girls who kept bothering you. Yes, it was because I cared about you and I hated seeing you beat yourself up over something that wasn’t your fault, but it was more than that.” You can’t stop now, the words just keep tumbling out, faster and faster as they drip from your lips. “I was jealous, Joon. I hated it when those girls flirted with you and asked you out on dates and I hated it when you said yes. And when I offered to pose as your girlfriend to drive them away, I just couldn’t help but be excited, because I’d get to spend more time with you; my favorite person… ”

You take a deep breath here, collecting some much needed oxygen into your deprived lungs. Your eyes stay glued to your feet, no longer have the courage to meet his after all you’ve just disclosed. Your cheeks feel hot and it extends all over your face and you know you’re blushing now, but this time he can see it. This time the strands of light can reach your face, just enough for him to spot the rosy tint to your cheeks.

It’s quiet now. You swear you can hear the echoes of your confession ricochet off the walls like light on shards of glass. Neither one of you says a word, both too absorbed with the meaning of the things you’ve said. You’re about to leave, make a dash for the door and hope the staircase swallows you whole on your way back down to the dungeons, but Namjoon’s grip tightens in your hands, silently asking you to look up at him.

So you do. You crane your head up to take him in, the soft moonlight barely offering enough to see him clearly. It illuminates off his skin like delicate strands of silver light, casting a luminescent glow onto his face. His eyes, as they look down at you, seem to be shining brighter than the stars you’re not yet used to seeing in the sky.

But he’s smiling. He’s smiling at you and you’re certain that it’s the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen.

He licks his lips, his arms starting to swing, your locked hands following suit. “Do you really mean that?”

You hesitate, knowing that this is the last chance you have to back out of whatever this is and whatever comes next. This is your last chance to undo everything that’s happened tonight and allow things to return back to normal.

But you don’t want things to go back to normal.

So, with a timidness you’re definitely not known for, you nod. This causes his smile to widen, his dimples poking the sides of his cheeks in that adorable way you’ve always loved, and you’re positive you’d make a fool out of yourself all over just to see it again.

“That’s good,” Namjoon grins, bouncing childly on the balls of his feet, unable to contain whatever he is feeling. “Because if not, that’d make it really awkward when I told you that I think we should try dating for real.”

You blink, unsure whether you’d misheard him or if this were really happening. “You– You want to be my boyfriend?”

He hums and nods, giddy, almost childlike in his joy. “Yeah, that’s what I just said, isn’t it?”

“So, you mean to tell me, that after all I just said, you want to be with me for real?” You reiterate, still in shock that the best friend you’ve had feelings for since you were eleven is actually telling you he feels the same way. That doesn’t just happen. “You want to go out on real dates and call each other by stupid terms of endearment and have all of our friends make fun of us for being together just because they can?”

He laughs, the familiar sound soothing some of your worries, but not quite all of your doubts. “Yeah, that sounds great.” Namjoon admits and you can feel the way your chest swells with hope for the first time. “I want to mess around in empty bookstores and laugh when you get butterbeer stuck on your lips and I want to thank you every time you stick up for me, Y/N. It’s not so hard to believe.”

You ignore his last comment in lieu of focusing on what he said. You’ve gotten so used to the thought of your feelings being unrequited, that you never even stopped to consider that maybe they weren’t.

“By the way,” He interrupts your thoughts when you don’t respond, a little pout forming on his lips. “It was really unfair of you to confess first. I was going to to that. I hyped myself up and everything.”

This elicits a laugh from you, letting go of his hands to have yours snake around his neck. On instinct his own wrap around your waist. “Oh honey,” You mock, your usual smirk settling back on your face. “Don’t you know? All is fair in love and war.”

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Blocked: A Bughead Fanfic

Summary: Jughead blocks Betty from Facebook because he doesn’t want to see her “happy couple” posts with Archie. He then gets some interesting information.

Word Count: 2023 (I was not intending for it to be this long, but whatever)

Jughead sat on his laptop, his eyes glued to his screen. This was nothing new, but if anyone saw what the boy was staring at, they would be thoroughly confused.

Facebook. He had gotten the damned thing only because a certain blonde someone had practically forced him to create an account six months ago. Well, it was more Veronica than Betty. Once the new girl had searched for him and not found a trace, she had insisted he get one. If he was being honest with himself, Betty’s pleading had done him in.

Now, he was about to block one of his only three – four, if he counted Kevin Keller – friends on the site. And it was all because of some stupid feelings.

He had realized his feelings for Betty Cooper only a few months ago, which just so happened to be right around the time she began dating Archie. If he had his way, he would be deleting Facebook altogether, but he didn’t need the whole Scooby Gang breathing down his neck and asking questions. So he was doing the only thing he figured wouldn’t raise suspicion – he was blocking the girl he had a crush on.

It was juvenile, he knew. However, he wasn’t sure that he could take much more of the sweet couple photos that both Betty and Archie posted on Facebook – the two sharing a shake at Pop’s; holding hands at the park; basically just the two of them being perfect together. He was sick of it; it was bad enough that he had to see it in person every day, but to see it online, too? Not cool.

However, the process was a bit complicated. He first had to figure out how to block someone, which caused him to more research than he had wanted to do for this endeavor. Once he had read that the person being blocked would not be notified, from at least five outside sources, he was ready. He clicked on Betty Cooper’s profile picture, a sweet photo of Archie kissing her cheek while she giggled and looked away from the camera. Jughead’s stomach flipped – he wanted to be the person making her giggle.

Are you sure you want to block Betty Cooper?

Betty Cooper will no longer be able to:

§ See things you post on your timeline

§ Tag you

§ Invite you to events or groups

§ Start a conversation with you

§ Add you as a friend

If you're friends, blocking Betty Cooper will also unfriend her.

If you just want to limit what you share with Betty or see less of her on Facebook, you can take a break from her instead.

Jughead clicked ‘take a break’ but after reading the description, he decided he needed something a bit more permanent. He figured he could just resend her a friend request and play dumb when she asked what happened. After all, he was unfamiliar with the concepts of social media, which played to his advantage in this scenario.

A bit of fear along with adrenaline flooded his veins as Jughead hit ‘Confirm.’

You've blocked Betty Cooper. We're sorry that you've had this experience.

Jughead rubbed his temples and closed his laptop.

~~~

As fate would have it, Betty Cooper had chosen that exact day to clear out her friends list. Her life was too overwhelming, and it was bad enough that she had to satisfy the general public on a daily basis. Facebook had quickly turned into the online equivalent, and Betty was over it. She went through every single person on her friends list, evaluating each person with her own personal criterion. Did they post too much? Too little? Had they talked since school started that year? Were they relatives she wanted to keep in touch with? The list went on.

She had just gotten to the letter ‘J’ on her list, when someone – or, lack of someone – caught her eye. Curious, she searched ‘Jughead Jones’ in the search bar, but nothing came up. She picked up her phone to text Jughead, then thought better of it.

From: Betty

To: Ronnie

Hey, is Jughead on Facebook anymore? (9:01pm)

Her reply came a few seconds later.

From: Ronnie

To: Bettz

As far as I know, yeah. Why? (9:01pm)

Betty reread Veronica’s words. What the hell? She thought to herself as she typed.

From: Betty

To: Ronnie

Weird. I’m going through my friends list, and he’s not on here. Thoughts? (9:05pm)

Could you see if he’s still your friend? I’m confused. (9:05pm)

From: Ronnie

To: Betty

Yeah. One sec. (9:06pm)

He’s still my friend. Is he not still yours? (9:10pm)

Veronica’s response shocked Betty. Her shock quickly turned to anger, and she typed furiously.

From: Betty

To: Ronnie

NO!!! I THINK HE BLOCKED ME. (9:12pm)

BASTARD (9:12pm)

From: Ronnie

To: Bettz

WTF?!? DO I NEED TO KICK HIM IN THE BALLS FOR YOU?!?! (9:14pm)

From: Betty

To: Ronnie

No. Thanks, though. I’ll figure it out tomorrow. I got homework to do. Night, girl! Love you! (9:15pm)

From: Ronnie

To: Bettz

❤ ❤ ❤ (9:17pm)

~~~

The next day at school passed by slowly. Betty had not seen Jughead all day, and her anger built every time she thought about him blocking her.

She finally caught him after classes in the Blue and Gold offices. He sat on his laptop, typing away as if nothing was wrong. Fuming, Betty stalked over to him, her hands in fists at her sides.

He looked up at her, nodded, and continued typing.

She was the first to break the silence. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he replied, not looking at her.

“Is there something you wanna talk about?”

“What do you mean?”

Betty seethed internally. Surely, he couldn’t be serious?!

Jughead, on the other hand, froze. How had she figured it out so quickly? Had Facebook lied and notified her anyway? He looked up at his blonde friend, and he was positive she could read the panic on his face.

Seconds passed in silence. “So, you mean to tell me that you just accidentally happened to block me from Facebook?!” She wasn’t shouting, but her voice was low and quiet with rage. Jughead quickly realized that he wished she were yelling at him.

“Uh…not particularly.”

Betty rolled her eyes. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Just that I didn’t do it accidentally.”

“So you did it on purpose, then?”

“Not by choice.”

Betty laughed mirthlessly. “So. You mean to tell me that someone held a gun to your head and made you block me? Who, might I ask, was this horrible person?”

It was in that moment that Jughead decided to come clean. He couldn’t walk around feeling this unrequited like/love/lust/whatever-it-was anymore. “You.” He said the word so softly that Betty wasn’t sure that she had heard him correctly. She paused, taking in his demeanor. He had stopped typing, and he refused to make eye contact with her.

Betty felt like she had been stabbed in the chest with one word. Her anger melted away, and concern took its place. She pulled up a chair and sat across from him. He set his laptop on the chair next to him and gave the girl across from him his full attention.

“Juggie,” she began, her voice practically a whisper. “I’m sorry.” She grabbed his hand, and Jughead almost lost the ability to speak.

“For what?” His voice caught in his throat as he replied.

“Whatever I did to make you angry.” Jughead sighed internally – at least he now knew that she didn’t know about his true feelings for her. Knowing this turned out to be both a relief and agony at the same time. However, it made him angry to think that she felt that she had to apologize for nothing.

He turned his wrist so that he caught his hand in hers. He let out a wry chuckle as he stared at their intertwined hands. “Betty.” His eyes met hers. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “But…why did you block me, then?”

Jughead sighed. This was going to be harder than he thought. “I just got tired of seeing your posts.” Surprise grew on her face, but she said nothing. Jughead took it as his cue to continue. “I mean, you and Archie are a cute couple, but I see you guys being cute in real life. I didn’t see why I needed to see it on the internet, too.”

The two were silent, unable to look at each other. Their only contact was their hands. Jughead thought that he had said the wrong thing, and was about to take his words back when Betty spoke up.

“Juggie, when was the last time you actually spent time with me and Archie together?”

“Every day at lunch.”

Betty sighed, frustrated, “Outside of school.”

At that, Jughead had to think. Sure, he had hung out with Betty and Archie, but together? It had been a while. He had been so preoccupied with his novel and his feelings for Betty that he realized that he had practically abandoned his friends for the past few weeks.

“Shit. Three weeks?” He blushed, ashamed at his complete disregard for his friends. Since admitting his feelings for Betty to himself, he had inadvertently distanced himself from the Scooby Gang.

“Yeah. What you see at school isn’t the whole picture. Archie and I haven’t been right for weeks. Everyone expects us to be perfect, so we’ve been keeping the façade up for a little over a month. Juggie, Archie and I broke up six weeks ago.”

At that, his eyes met hers again. “What?”

Betty smiled slightly. “Archie and I haven’t been together for six weeks.”

As happy as he felt, Jughead felt that this wasn’t the time to celebrate. “I’m sorry you two broke up. You guys always seemed so perfect for each other.”

Betty rolled her eyes. “That’s what we thought, too. Turns out, we’re too imperfect for each other.” Jughead’s concern must have registered on his face, because Betty then said, “Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m fine.”

He looked at her, a bit disbelieving. “Are you sure, Betts? I’m here if you need to talk.”

“Thanks, Juggie. V and I already talked about it over many pints of ice cream. Besides, I’ve got someone I’ve got my eye on.” She blushed, and lowered her gaze.

It was Jughead’s turn to feel as though a knife had just sliced through him. He smiled, and settled on the classic, “I’m happy you’re happy, Betts,” response.

“I can always count on you, Juggie. Thanks for being such a good friend.” She removed her hand from his, noting how much larger his hands were than hers. Ignoring the sudden loss of heat, she stood up. Jughead followed suit, and the two hugged. Betty couldn’t help but notice just how safe she felt in Jughead’s arms.

She thought back to the day she and Archie officially broke up. Archie had suspected that Betty had feelings for Jughead. When he asked her about it, she had brushed it off, because even she hadn’t been all that sure of her feelings at the time. That was six weeks ago; this was now. And now, she wanted to do something about it.

As their hug ended, Betty paused and brought her hands to Jughead’s face. She closed her eyes, mentally bracing herself for what she was about to say, and the impending rejection she was sure she would face.

Jughead waited patiently as his friend seemed to steel herself for something emotional. He wanted to kiss her, but he needed to hear what she had to say. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. When she spoke, her voice was barely a whisper. “Juggie. It’s you. I like you.”

His smile was so big, she thought that he was going to burst. Her words were like a catalyst; he kissed her and everything felt right with the world.

When they came up for air, Jughead confessed.

“You do know I only blocked you because I like you, right?”

Betty laughed. “I guess it’s time you fix that, and we update our relationship status.”

Fin.

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