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rosepetalmark · 4 years

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flowers in your hair

↬ Johnny Suh x Reader ↬1.8k Words ↬Your allergies and creating art are two things Johnny holds dear to his heart

You hated the outdoors. Anything to do with bugs, dirt, and even plants made you itch and sneeze and scared that you’ll get some rare unknown disease and die because the innocent looking flower you picked by the bench turned out to be poisonous.

Johnny on the other hand, enjoyed nature and embraced it to its fullest. Every day he’d make time to bask in the grass, and soak up all the sun while working on his latest art inspiration.

Today, he decided that sitting in a field full of sunflowers would be ideal for his newest project, and what would make it more worthwhile and perfect was if you, his girlfriend were with him to occupy his time and add further enjoyment to his favourite hobby.

Horrible idea on his part because you’re allergic to flowers, and tall fields of grass would most likely break you out into hives and have you coughing up a lung. Johnny wouldn’t bat an eye though, because despite loving you with all his heart, he had a knack for making fun of you and the simplest inconveniences that occurred within your life.

He always says you’re over dramatic when it comes to your “spring allergies” and that nothing like some water and the fresh air will clear your mind and nasal passages.

He’s a dumbass, and he really will be the reason you die one day.

But Johnny didn’t care, because as long he had you, a bottle of allergy medicine for your sneezing and itching, and his paintbrushes, he was content, even if you spent a great amount of your time in this damn sunflower field teary eyed and stuffy nosed.

“Johnny, please tell me we can leave soon, I'm itching way more now than I did when i had the chickenpox as a kid,” you whine, rubbing your hands across your bare arms to provide you with any relief as you watched the bees swarm past you in their search for some nectar in the flowers nearby.

“Mhm,” he whispers, continuing to stroke the paintbrush across the now detailed page, completely oblivious to the words that just left your mouth.

This always happened. Whenever he took you somewhere new, he’d completely block out the world, yourself included, in order to capture the essence of life whether it be through his camera or canvas.

Of course there was silence, why wouldn’t there be. Every time Johnny asks you to accompany him anywhere outdoors, you always think you’re going to explore and embrace nature, and every single time you are wrong, because the second you find something beautiful to look at, he sets his small backpack down and busts out either his camera or painting utensils to capture it.

You’d say it pissed you off at times, but art is his passion, and you’d never do anything to get in the way he feels so alive and free whenever he consumes himself with something as minuscule and simple as a paperclip. He finds the beauty in anything and everything, never ceasing to amaze you with the wonderful creations he illustrates.

“Johnny,” you say a little louder, unamused with the silence you receive, and the continuous strokes he continues to make on the page.

You call his name again, and again, and again, and it’s only the third time when you yell out his full name, that he finally drops the brush on his palette and focuses his attention on you.

“Were you not listening to me?” You question, seriously surprised that out of all the times you’ve called his name, he either completely ignored you or has gone def within his 25 years of life.

“Oh, I was listening,” he hums, raising his eyebrows whilst providing you with his staple cheeky grin, one he always does when he wants to get on your nerves.

Always a cocky one that guy, and how you manage to stay dating him truly blows your mind.

Sighing, you focus your gaze away from the way he picks up his paintbrush again and gently strokes baby blue across the page, looking towards the tall stocks of sunflowers gently breezing in the wind a few feet away from you.

“You’re such a crappy boyfriend,” you chuckle, picking up one of the untouched pastel crayons and examining its fluorescent blue hue. “You never pay attention to me.”

“I never pay attention to you, hm?” He asks, causing you to stare back at his now stoic stature, face still focusing on his notebook and nowhere on you, but more contoured and rigid this time.

“Well, you’re speaking to me now yet your attention is never on me, always on whatever you’re painting or drawing,” your tone slightly angered.

Obviously you were lying. Johnny was the most attentive boyfriend you could ever ask for, always checking in on you and ensuring your day goes smoothly, always hanging out with you when he’d rather be napping or out painting or doing photography, and almost always is down to make out with you whenever the opportunity arises.

You just like to pull his leg most of the time because it’s funny seeing how riled up he gets when he believes that you think he’d rather focus on his hobbies over having conversations with you.

“Here,” he signals, shoving his book in your direction, encouraging you to look through the worn out leather book he kept hidden for months, wanting you to see what he has been working on secretly whenever you were together.

Confused, you run your fingers along the enclosed ribbon on the cover of the sketchbook, hesitant to allow yourself in the work he’s immersed himself in for hours whenever the beauty in nature took over his attention span away from you.

Raising his eyebrows, he nods in a manner that demands you open the book. “If I don’t pay any attention to you, look through the book.”

Untying the string , you decide that whatever is in this book isn’t a secret anymore, because it wouldn’t even be in your hands if Johnny didn’t practically throw it at you to shut you and your curiosity up.

The first few pages are beautiful, really. He has a way with his sketches, always seeming so simple yet so realistic you’d think they were actual pictures edited just to appear more striking to the eye.

“Nature really is what inspires you hm?,” you ask, more of a rhetorical question because you already know the answer that’ll come from his mouth.

Chuckling, he brings his body closer to yours so his chin is resting on your shoulder, watching as you delicately turn the pages of his book. “Yeah, but there’s something more encapsulating that ends up being my muse, just keeping looking through.”

Golden sunflowers, vibrant pink sunsets, the giant pumpkin you both visited at the fall fair last year, everything you two experienced together when hanging out was documented in this book and reinvented through his drawings or paintings of them.

And then you saw a sketch of yourself. At first you thought it was cute, because he’d always draw you and all your other friends whenever he got bored. But four pages later all you found were several pages filled with you, ranging from when when he placed different coloured tulips in your hair that one time you went on a walk in the new community garden not far from your favourite ice cream shop, or when you experimented with makeup and put glitter all over your eyebrows.

Every moment you deemed minuscule and fun was captured so deeply in Johnny’s eyes, that he decided to relive it all again through the many strokes and colours that seamlessly came together to create something so beautiful.

Your breath was absolutely taken away.

You always thought nature is what captured Johnny’s attention the most, but turns out it’s always been you.

“I’m. Wait Johnny this is so-,” you begin to say, but your words become jumbled and your emotions a tangled mess, leaving you with tears in your eyes and so much more love for him in your heart than you’d ever had before, all because he drew some pictures of you.

“Do you like them?” he questions, raising his eyebrows, awaiting your answer of approval, his question only promoting the waterworks to begin and your head to aggressively nod.

You place the notebook gently on the blanket you two were sitting on, and crawl into his lap, pressing your body closer to his as you wrap your arms around his neck.

They were absolutely perfect. He was perfect.

Everything Johnny Suh says and does is absolutely incredible and you’re so incredibly lucky to be dating the cheesiest, most loving goofball the earth has to offer. Even if he’s a giant pain in your ass 97% of the time.

Pecking his cheek, you stare into his gleaming brown orbs. “I absolutely love them, Mr. Johnny Suh, and I love you a million times more.”

Tightening your arms around his neck, you couldn’t help but embrace this moment for much longer. You don’t care that you’re five seconds away from bursting into hives and that your throat feels like it’s closing up. Holding on to your very sweet, thoughtful boyfriend for as long as you could right in this moment was all that mattered to you.

“I was joking by the way, I know you care about me alot and pay more attention than most boyfriends would and I appreciate you tremendously.” You could start to feel the tears well up in the corners of your eyes, because you honestly don’t know what you’d do without Johnny.

He was your best friend, and has been such an uplifting, inspiring person ever since he entered your life your freshman year of college, the thought of him not being in your life one day was a scary thought you never wanted to come true.

“I love you always.”

“I know babe”, he whispered, kissing your cheek and running his fingers delicately through your hair, trying to calm you down as he could sense you were feeling rather overwhelmed.

“I wouldn’t keep dragging you to places you hated if I knew you didn’t love me,” he exclaimed, bursting out into a loud, body shaking laugh that provided you with the comfort to let your tears go, and laugh in unison with him.

Lifting you off his lap, Johnny grabs his art supplies and gently places them in his bag, grabbing your hand and pulling you up from the dry, matted grass you were both sitting on.

“Where are you dragging me?”

“Back to my place.” He winks, quickly pecking your lips before intertwining his fingers with yours, pulling you into the direction of his car.

“It wouldn’t be romantic to be making out with my girlfriend that I love very much in a sunflower field if she kept sneezing in my face, wouldn’t it?”

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nuka-nuke · 3 years

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|Duke Lanzaro|

Name: Duke Lanzaro

Nickname: Duke the Nuke

Age: 24

Birthday: November 19th, 2257

Height: 5'11

Weight: 190lbs

Specials: Str 8 - Per 6 - End 6 - Cha 10 – Int 4 - Agi - 4 Luck - 2

Eyes: Bright blue. His default look is a permanently flirty looking stare, but that’s just how his eyes are all the time.

Hair: Black

Body type: Athletic, defined muscle.

Status Currently: A bodyguard for the Kings, he works helping gamblers and out of towners on their way through Freeside to get to the Strip, for a nominal fee.

Relationship Status: Taken

Spouse(s)/Partners: Cliff Delmore, a singer at The Tops

Sexuality: Bisexual

Gender: Male

Ethnicity: “Some kind of Italian"

Family: His father Lorenzo Lanzaro passed away 7 years back while performing in his circus. His mother is Georgiana Lanzaro, former magician, current drug dealer/tattoo artist/stripper. He also has a half-sister, Antonia Euler, but he does not acknowledge that he’s related to her.

Languages: English

Disabilities/Illnesses/Injuries: None. Sometimes has issues moving his left arm too much, because of residual effects and stiffness left by the damage from the gunshot wound in his shoulder.

Allergies: None.

Scars: He has two small scars that go over the bridge of his nose on the left side of his face, one tiny scar on his right cheek. Perpetually bruised up knuckles.

On the right side of his body: a stab wound scar on his shoulder, jagged scar down the inner part of his bicep, a cut and stitches on his forearm, several small lacerations on his hands, one long cut along his ribs, and a smaller stab wound right above his hip, large gash along his upper thigh, bite scar on his lower calf, and a burn on the opposite side.

On the left: Bullet wound in the shoulder, dog bite on that elbow, small cuts all over his hands, several short scrapes/stabs/stiches on his thigh.

Physical traits: Pale, dark hair, bright blue eyes, often has a side-ways smirk on his face. He has a square jaw and a crooked nose from when he broke it at some point in the past, very pronounced cheek bones, and beauty marks scattered along his cheeks. His shoulders are broad and strong, with way more upper body strength than leg strength (from his specialty being melee and hand-to-hand combat).

He has a tattoo of a heart on his neck with “Mom” in it, a mini nuke on his left forearm with the Kings crown, and a lightning bolt with “TCB” above it on his bicep.

Voice: Not exceptionally deep, but lower than a tenor. Kind of raspy while still very lilted; the flirty gravel is definitely his thing, which comes naturally from smoking for ten years. When he’s being snarky gets the “greaser guy” accent going, but that’s completely manufactured and not natural at all.

Clothing: He has about two of the same outfit and wears those constantly: torn up old jeans, random white (or formerly white) t-shirts, Kings jacket, and his high-top sneakers.

Fashion Style/Lifestye: His look and aesthetic are obviously like the greasers of the 1950’s, as all the Kings are. He doesn’t have much of a sense of fashion beyond that, but his boyfriend is a lot more in tune with that and tries to dress him up every now and then – though most of the time it’s the same old dirty jeans and t-shirts with leather jacket.

Weapon of Choice: Baseball bat with random chunks of metal stuck in it that has “Return To Sender” painted on the side. He got his nickname from being able to hit a baseball grenade with such expert precision it was like a nuke.

He also carries brass knuckles as a last resort, a special pair with a spade hollowed out of the center and two long spikes on either end of the hand.

Skills: Extremely charismatic, can talk himself out of almost any situation and flirt his way into getting what he wants, in a direct contrast to his best friend’s terrible social awkwardness. He has no shame about using his good looks to his advantage – and he knows how good he looks, of course. He is also very physically strong and capable in a fight. Tagged skills would be explosives, speech, and melee.

Weaknesses: His loved ones, most particularly Dizzy. If anything happens to him, Cliff, or his mother, he’s going off the rails in defense mode. He is very quick to forgive them of anything they do wrong, no matter how egregious, and overlook serious issues out of a skewed sense of loyalty.

Poor skills: Very bad at restraining his temper. Though he is usually extremely calm and hard to irritate around people who are important to him, minor things from anyone but those select few can hit him like a switch and turn him into a violent, blind rage. Also is completely inept at any kind of wilderness survival.

Affiliations: The Kings, The Followers of the Apocalypse, Courier Six

Former Affiliations: Lanzaro’s Greatest Show in the West (since it no longer exists)

Enemies: The Legion, The NCR, The Van Graffs, The Omertas

Neutral Affiliations: The Chairmen, White Glove Society

Religion: Agnostic

Likes: He likes anything to do with the “original” King, especially learning to play the songs older members know on guitar. He is deeply devoted to the gang’s ideals and is willing to live and die for the idea of freedom as The King teaches it to them. He likes gambling, though he has awful luck and almost always loses. Playing guitar. Cigarettes. Rum. Flirting. Baseball. Feeling as though he makes a difference, through working for the Kings. Dizzy’s dad, Ace Euler.

Dislikes: Doesn’t really like sweets all too much. Caravan; it makes no sense to him. Leaving Freeside or traveling too far from Vegas. Feeling as though he isn’t in control.

Hates: People bullying others who are much smaller/weaker than them; which is how he met Dizzy. People who aren’t from Freeside ruining the lives of locals.

Friends: Dizzy Deeks has been his best friend since he was just a kid after he rescued him from being beaten to death by kids bigger than he was. Julie Farkas, Luisa Flores (Dizzy’s aunt), Sergio, Francine Garret, James Garret, Mick and Ralph, Courier Six.

Acquaintances: Frankie Felice (another King), Vander “Van” DeVilla (also a King), Lucille McKenny (ex-girlfriend. Dizzy’s ex-girlfriend too), Lucky Harris (Dizzy’s boyfriend), Ringo, Niner, Raul Tejada.

Former friends: Rey Euler – he used to tolerate him, not any longer.

Enemies: Johnny Salentino, another King who is his (personally proclaimed) rival, even though Johnny has no idea and thinks they are friends. Rey Euler, Dizzy’s older brother who knocked up Duke’s mom. Pacer. The entirety of the NCR.

Pets: No pets. After his dad died, all their circus creatures were released and he has never had an animal since then.

Fallout OC friends/family: So many. Almost all the characters he associates with are OCs.

Personality: Duke is the super cool guy that everyone wants to be! He’s always confident and always knows just what to say, but just as snarky as Dizzy always is. He’s easily amused, easy going, and generally doesn’t take things too seriously - but his temper can be short and violent if someone fucks with him or any other King. He loves to make terrible jokes and use terrible pick-up lines, but more often than not he can sound charming enough when he uses them that people fall for it anyway.

Favorite color: Yellow

Favorite foods: Anything salty or spicy, particularly the things Dizzy’s mom cooks. Also really likes cram, though Dizzy will pointedly cringe anytime he eats it around him.

Favorite drinks: Rum, or any other strong dark liquor (though he knows to stay away from the “Mistake Maker” - the Alejos Especial, the gin that Dizzy’s mother makes and sells to the Wrangler).

Favorite Sweets: He isn’t too big on sweet foods, but he likes prickly pear candies occasionally.

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curious-menace · 3 years

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ABC of Arkham Scarecrow U-Z

A-E here F-J here ! K-O Here P-T here U-Z here

U: Underdog : have they been bullied? have they bullied anyone? have they been physically attacked by a bully? have they ever been doubted? have they surprised people with being good at something?

Jonathan has been bullied practically his entire life, even as Scarecrow the other rogues tended to poke fun at him. No one believed he had it in him to pull off what he did on halloween. I'm sure in a moment of singular clarity, he even doubted himself for a second. Yes, he’s attacked many of his bullies, his patients in the asylum and blackgate serving as stand-ins for his childhood tormentors. Unlike riddler he never put in the effort to track most of them down so he makes do with surrogates. Unfortunately that old adage of the abused becoming the abuser became more and more true over the years. He’s not as much of a bully as Riddler but he’s still pretty cruel and always seems to punch down when the opportunity presents itself.

I like to think his most surprising talent is his musical prowess. He's able to turn his hands to most instruments, particularly the violin and piano. Everything, except the clarinet. He hates the clarinet.

V: Vomit:do they vomit often?do they get lots of stomach aches? are they good at comforting someone ill? what do they like as far as comfort goes? do they burp, cough, or hiccup most when nauseous? when vomiting?

Gross as it is he probably does throw up quite often. You can hear him from a mile away making horrible burping and retching noises when he’s sick like the boomer from left for dead. It's really not helping the whole zombie comparison he’s got going on. If he’s nauseous he does a sort of hiccup burp and his stomach makes a lot of whining noises. Or maybe that's just him tryna breathe.

Since he can't chew his food properly, swallowing huge chunks of food and expecting his stomach to do the work has led to a lot of stomach aches and unplanned trips to the bathroom to get rid of what little food he actually eats.

No, he’s very unnerving when he’s trying to comfort people. He used to be a doctor so he can prescribe the medicinal kind of comfort, maybe share some of his strong whiskey if you're in pain but he’s really not good at hugs or back rubs. You know that gif of someone stroking a sick person's back with a broom? That's him. To be honest he's just as bad at being comforted; he just sort of whines and complains like he’s dying even if he just has a cold.

W: Water:do they drink enough water? have they learned to swim? Do they like to swim? Can they dive? can they swim without holding their nose?

Surprisingly, yes he does drink a lot of water. Water gives him that full feeling in his stomach that means he can go longer without eating. No to the rest of the answers unfortunately. He did learn as a child, his family presumably hired tutors for him but ever since the incident with croc he’s developed somewhat of an aversion to water. Don't dare call it a phobia within earshot of him mind you, he will go off on one.

X: Xylophone-What is their favorite genre of music? Do they have a favorite song?Do they have a favorite band/artist/singer? Can they sing well? Can they rap?

I don't think he likes a particular genre, he just sort of listens to whatever sounds good on the radio or some stuff from his past. Maybe Johnny cash? Some volbeat? He likes ost’s from movies like Halloween’s tubular bells or the exorcist theme. He used to be able to sing a little (kinda like Johnny Cash oddly enough) but now his vocal cords are so damaged he’s hardly able to talk some days. If he took lessons, maybe talked with a speech therapist maybe he could get back to that. No he can't rap, but he does speak in rhyme sometimes when he's in full Scarecrow mode.

Y: You: how old were you when you created them?what inspired you to create them? were they different when they were first created? Do you enjoy writing them more than other characters? what’s your favorite thing about them?

Obviously I didn't create Scarecrow, if I did I would be having some stern words with DC right about now. I first started to like him when I played Arkham Asylum for the first time, roughly 2013 or thereabouts. I bought arkham knight when it came out in 2015 and that's when the love really took off. I love most incarnations of Scarecrow but arkham verse and btas are my favorites.

I do enjoy writing for Scarecrow, although I run a riddler blog right now I'm fixated on Scarecrow so I'm writing him most often. I think my favorite thing about him is the same thing i love about the other batman villains, his depth as a character. He can just be a spooky bad guy or you can spend days going deeper and deeper into his motivations, his reasoning and all the pain the character carries. Like a lot of people, I can see myself in Scarecrow and while I deeply empathise with someone who has been abused and traumatised, this doesn't mean I condone what he does.

Except for shooting robin, he was 100% in the right.

And btas Scarecrow did nothing wrong, don't @ me.

Z: Zebra:what’s their favorite animal? Do they like animals? cats or dogs? What's their dream pet? Do they have any pets at the moment?

He likes certain animals for their creep factor; spiders, snakes, scorpions etc but Crows are probably his favorite, ignoring the fact they can't really be domesticated . most animals are just...well Lab rats to him, regardless of species. That's not to say he doesn't like them, but only when they can be useful to him. I doubt he’d be purposefully cruel to them the way he is to people, but sacrifices need to be made. I feel like he might have allergies but he does have a preference for cats because they make good lap warmers and much like him, only give and receive affection on their own terms. I think his dream pet might be some sort of nightmare animal from the nth dimension, like a xenomorph but house broken. He’d settle for some sort of hell hound in a pinch.

Uh well, no “pets” as such. He has the crows but they aren't really pets, more like they follow him because sometimes he has corn in his pockets. I don't think he can really look after things that need feeding every day, himself included.

so arkham scarecrow is currently living rent free in my 1 braincel. i will absolutely keep writing him because i am having too much fun.

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alreadyblondenow · 4 years

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King Taeyong | 3

Taeyong x ballerina!reader // SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST, fantasy!au Summary: You welcome back Taeyong in your life after he left you for almost a year. Maybe its because your feelings never left in the first place. Now that he’s back, he’s more transparent and honest with you. Promises over promises, is he going to keep his promises this time? Word count: 5k Warnings: Unprotected sex, swearing, mentions of other idols, pairing of other idols but not too much, death of someone Note: -The fantasy part is already here. I tried to keep it short and simple, didn’t want to overdo it. -Imagine a Narnia kingdom setting hihi Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Seeing Taeyong again after for so long was something you’re not looking forward to happen. Even though you imagined him coming back to you, now that its real you’re like a statue. You have million things to say to him but non came out in your mouth. You wanted to yell at him, curse at him but you can’t. It’s been a long time but what you feel for him never left.

You made coffee for the both of you still trying to escape the gaze from Taeyong’s eyes. Those beautiful eyes that will make you fall in love with him again any second. Those beautiful eyes you used to lock eyes with while he’s making love with you.

“Y/n, I’m sorry” he broke the silence but his voice was almost a whisper. It made your heart sink, suddenly you’re hurt again. Tears falling because you don’t know what he’s sorry for. Are you sorry because you went away? Are you sorry because you’re breaking up with me?

“But can you please, come with me?” he added. You were so confused because you thought he’s here for closure. “Baby please, just please. I’ll explain later. ” the pet name gave you shivers, hearing him call you with fondness again makes your heart warm. Out of respect and curiosity, you grabbed any coat you could find. Putting the cupcakes to the fridge, and leaving a note to Jaehyun, ‘I went out with Taeyong.’

Seeing Taeyong with his two bodyguards Jungwoo and Lucas is something normal, but seeing more than two bodyguards in front of your apartment sure is not. You try to count them in mind and they were at least eighteen. Why does Taeyong has eighteen bodyguards today?

His bodyguards addressed him as “Your highness,” as if he’s really a king or someone from a royal family. “The car is at the back of the building” a man in black suit informed Taeyong without any expression. Just a stern look in Taeyong’s eyes. What is happening. Is this some kind of joke.

All is settled inside the car and you sit as far from him crossing your arms and biting your lip from time to time. He came closer to you touching your knee with full bravery but you moved it away. “I promise all will make sense later” he said, keeping his hands to himself not trying to touch you again. Everything thats happening right now looks like a joke to you, some sick prank.

“I missed you. so much” he started talking again, annoying you with his sweet gestures. You still gave him the silent treatment that he deserves but deep inside you wanted him to know how much you missed him too. And that you waited for so long but he never came back.

Finally, the car stopped. When Taeyong opened the door, the light coming from the outside was weirdly different from your perspective. You got out of the car still squinting trying to recognise where on Earth did he take you.

Everywhere you look seems so foreign in your eyes, you’re positive that you’re not in your own country. Impossible, you cant believe what you’re seeing right now. Is this a dream? A castle is right in front of you, one that looks like it came from a storybook. Tall, wide and overwhelming for your eyes but nonetheless it welcomes you. Seeing people bow before Taeyong, convinced you that this might be a dream, or a nightmare because Taeyong is in it.

This cant be real.

When the two of you are finally alone in his so called office... in his kingdom, you wanted to wake up. Thinking about opening your eyes over and over again, forcing yourself to wake up. Seeing Taeyong in a dream hurts so bad it makes your heart heavy, you cant take it anymore.

“you’re not dreaming” Taeyong surprised you with a kiss being brave again. You slapped him in the face, hard. Your hand burns from the slap “it’s hurts right?” Taeyong asked, “That means you’re not dreaming”

No, it cant be. Taeyong? A king?

Everything that’s happening right now is like a big pill that’s hard to swallow. The moment you saw Taeyong on your doorstep, asking you to come with him, his kiss, the castle, is all too much and hard to believe. You asked Taeyong again what is this place but you get the same answer, “My kingdom.”

“Oh please Taeyong, not that bullshit again” you said hard and stern. He rolls his sleeves and let out a heavy sigh. He’s not forcing you to believe him but he wants you to believe on every word he’s about to tell you now. He clears his throat, and made you sit on the couch with him.

“I was away for a friend’s wedding. He’s a good friend of mine and I couldn’t miss his wedding” he breaths in and exhales sharply, “the wedding was perfect and everyone was having a good time, until… someone shot the groom, my friend, Taemin, right before my eyes. His wife... died too” his steady voice is not so steady now, you see his hands shaking while telling you more of what happened and to be honest you dont know if you should believe it.

“It was a fucking massacre we should’ve known better. Johnny lost his girlfriend too” he reaches for your hand and smiled when you didn’t nudge. “I was thankful… Really thankful that you were far from me during that time. Many people died that night. A lot of kingdoms right now are facing big problems. My kingdom needed me y/n, thats why I couldnt go back to you.”

Feeling his touch again made you want to wake up more. Praying that you really wanted to open your eyes now. Too much, everything about this dream is too much. “Doyoung, Johnny and Yuta are now looking for the last assassin, and it’s in your world. We figured, its there to hurt me, to kill you” there was a moment of silence, he came closer to you, his lips touched yours again. You didn’t slapped him this time. His soft lips made you want to stay in this dream more, if this is a dream might as well drown in it.

You hugged him tight, you both fell on the floor with a loud thud. He chuckled but you see tears in his eyes, “look babe were on the floor again” you dried the tears on his eyes with your thumb and laughed with him. Suddenly happiness hits you like a truck again just like the day you met Taeyong for the first time. “Can I kiss you again?” this time its you who initiated the kiss, you kissed him deeply with love.

He asked you to changed your clothes so people in his kingdom wont think your clothes are weird. The maids picked a simple beige garden dress for you though It was kind of long for your liking but it was surprisingly lightweight and beautiful. In other words, you looked like a princess. Get it together y/n, you’re a ballerina for goodness sakes think of it as a costume.

The place looks exactly how fairytales described it. High ceilings painted with clouds and angels, open roof for the everyone to admire the beautiful sky, fresh breeze, people wearing fancy dresses, knights guarding every corner of the palace and Taeyong....looking like a prince fresh out of a story book. You wait at the big balcony watching the sun set in front of you almost looking like a painting. “Im sure you have a lot of questions” Taeyong interrupted your thoughts.

You scoffed, “Lee Taeyong, you have no idea”

“Im sure I can answer them all. Fire away”

“Well, you can start by telling me the truth and tell me stuff I need to know. Parents? Siblings? ....Allergies?” You shook your head, “personal stuff Taeyong”

He’s calm expression melts your heart, he’s always like that. You felt him kiss your exposed shoulders his arms encircled on your waist. “I’m still your Taeyong. Just add the word king” he let out a soft chuckle but you gave him a look telling him you’re serious. “Okay, tiger. chill” he hugged you tighter letting his warm breath hit the shell of your ear, “I lost my parents when I was 8 from the same assassins that killed my friend Taemin. I have a sister but she’s in your world living peacefully without any memory of this world. I dont have any allergies” he turned you around so you’re facing him, he missed being this close to you. He doesn’t say it but he’s so turned on right now, his gaze never leaving yours.

“In your world, you call my world... a fairytale. There is magic lurking in this world but nothing too crazy don’t worry. No harry potter type of situation.” He winks.

“I want you to meet someone very important to me, one of these days I’ll bring you to her. She’s someone special and she helped me shaped my life and with my duties as king” you nod silently.

Taeyong secretly worries about you, to be honest he worries for you and your mental state while living with him here in his kingdom. Is it really okay with you? Do you still see him as the Lee Taeyong as your number one fan and not as the highest king in this world?

“Y/n.. please be honest with with me. Dont hide what you really feel right now.”

“Baby. You were gone for almost a year, it was a lonely time for me. I appreciate your effort for explaining everything even though its too much. I’ll get there. I hope you understand that.” he nods changing the subject and showering your face with kisses.

“How are you?” Taeyong asked sweetly like how he usually do.

You let out a small laugh, and told him everything he missed. That you were devastated, sad and lonely when he was gone and that he missed the opportunity of meeting your parents during Christmas eve. “Im sorry. Im sorry for not being normal enough to make you happy and provide normal stuff-“

“Dont say that” you cut him off, “You’re more than enough for me Taeyong. Dont say stuff like that” he’s still guilty but you comfort him nonetheless you never want to feel sad anymore. Not now that you’re in each others arms again.

Taeyong prepared dinner for the both of you while you’re out roaming the castle grounds. He made a picnic style dinner setup at the balcony of his chambers making you comfortable on your first night here in his kingdom. “Yum!” you let out a groan out of excitement and told him you missed his cooking.

“You know, I planned to have my own bakery. I already took care of the loan and the bank will help me make my dreams come true” you sounded really excited while telling him what you’ve been up to while he was away. He was happy that you had everything under control and you made the planning all by yourself. “Actually I could help you out. Forget about the bank, I can help you. Let’s find a decent place for your bakery when we get back” Of course your super rich boyfriend will help you out because he loves you so much.

You knew Taeyong loves seeing you do what you love, and you know Taeyong offered help because this is his way of taking part in your life. Again. And you love him more for it. “Yeah. Lets do that” you accepted his offer with a smile, feeding him a potato chip with a mouthful of guac. Just how he liked it. “How about you Taeyongie, whats new?” you made him think hard. “Hmmm. Well, do you accept interns?” You laughed hard and loud your giggles echoed in his room.

“What Im serious! I can taste everything you make, clean tables, anything you like me to do” There’s the Taeyong that you know. The simple man with a great sense of humour that you fell in love with. Now that you’re talking about dreams, you confidently told him about the life you wanted to build with him when all this is over, telling him you cant wait to go back and be with him again.

“If you’re going to marry me someday. I want a baby girl... now, I know you need a prince as an heir....” Taeyong laughed so loud enough for the whole castle to hear. Brave of you to tell him that you want kids in the future.

“But I want to have my own mini me. And maybe if we get lucky, you can have your own mini you” you continued and Taeyong is still laughing.

“I’ll help you buy our house when I save enough from the bakery. We will make love from sun up until sun down. Never ending happy mornings with you. Tie my hair until we grow old and everything in between, I just want to be with you until I die” Even though it made Taeyong laugh so hard, he can’t help but have butterflies in his stomach the whole time you were talking. He wanted the same thing too.

“I promise. We will have a normal life.” he kissed you to seal his promise.

After dinner you took a shower in Taeyong’s garden bathroom. Never getting used to what this castle can do, it really surprised you how a bathroom can be so magical. Taeyong’s bathroom smells like fresh flowers everywhere, maybe thats why Taeyong smells good all the time. It feels good to be in Taeyong’s comfortable clothes again. He gave you his favorite sweater and a pair of comfortable sweatpants. You only wore the sweater and underwear, not bothering to wear sweatpants.

As you got out of the bathroom you see Taeyong laying in bed with a book on his hand, topless and flashing his wide broad shoulders. You remember nights at your apartment when he waits for you in bed while he’s playing games on his phone. He looks so handsome. You crawl towards him feeling his soft bed and snuggles beside him comfortably. “Finally. Some alone time with you” he kisses you softly, carefully nibbling your neck and slowly tugging the sweater that he gave you as if he’s testing waters.

You were impatient so you removed it already showing off your breast to him. He gently kisses your body marking it like how he used to. His touch and kisses are still the same you thought. Oh how you missed this feeling. You crave for Taeyong and he can see that you’re eager “Slow down baby. We have all night” he says while drawing small circles on your thigh. It makes you crazy how he’s taking time with you and how he slowly devours your skin while you crave for him entirely.

He quickly switched positions with you, now kissing your lips slowly going down to face your pussy. Gently spreading your legs in front of him, you let out a gasp and a choked moan when Taeyong blows cold air at your slit, making you shiver. He smiles at you before he finally licks your pussy, slow and deep. His tongue starts from the bottom slowly goes up to your clit and gently kiss it. Catching your first orgasm for the night, Taeyong overstimulates you while you ride your high. Your moans are load and sharp he cant help but smirk and feel proud of his work.

“Baby are you planning to wake up the whole castle?” leaving wet kisses on your left breast and bites your nipple.

“Babe just fuck me already” you beg, feeling his hands kneading your breast, playing with your nipples with his thumb. You’re so focused on what he’s doing with your breast, you didn’t notice he’s spreading your legs wide for him preparing you before he finally fucks you. Without warning he inserts two fingers already to stretched your cunt. You yelped and tried to grasp anything from bed, you feel like your energy was slowly fading until you surrender in his touch. He chuckled.

This is not funny Taeyong. “Lee Taeyong im almost the-“ you warn him but he lets you cum on his fingers. You whisper sweet words to him expressing how much you missed him and it made the sexual tension more intense. Lining his cock on your pussy, coating it with your essence and slowly he gets deeper and deeper inside you. It feels so good. He fucks in slow pace, taking his time before going faster. You let out a string of moans, encircling your arms on his neck feeling his back muscles.

Slow, fast, deep and sharp thrust. He’s taking his time, fighting his urge to cum before you. Little did he know you cant take it anymore, you’ve cum so many times when he was fucking you slow. You tried pushing him away but you’re too weak. Taeyong fucked you again and again until you don’t respond to him and he let’s you sleep. He took care of you before joining you, made sure you’re clean. “I love you y/n” he whispers before sleeping beside you.

Taeyong slept like a baby beside you. It was his first time getting a good sleep from months of longing you. Telling himself he will never let anything come between the two of you ever again.

And it went on like this for days, weeks, even months while you’re stay in his kingdom. You became used to the castle grounds already, roaming around as if you’ve live there for a long time. On your way to Taeyong’s office, you see Taeyong with a beautiful woman almost your age wearing a beautiful dress, she has gorgeous long straight blonde hair and her skin is as fair as Taeyong’s. You got jealous for a second but maybe he’s Taeyong’s cousin or whatever.

Taeyong saw you and quickly introduced you to the beautiful princess in front of you.

“Y/n, this is Sorn. My fiancé”

Your what Lee Taeyong?

You gave him a look. A look thats saying you’re confused, mad and at the same time you want to punch him. Then you remembered the time when Jaehyun introduced himself as your future husband, you think this is his way of getting even. But he wasn’t kidding at all.

“Arranged marriage when we were both still young. I hope you understand” the princess speaks and reached out a hand full of sparkling rings. You wonder which ring Taeyong gave her. You didnt have a choice but to be nice.

Taeyong and Sorn are now talking inside his office about some royalty shit you thought and you can’t help but sulk. Yuta noticed that you’re bothered by the thought of Taeyong having a fiancé, hoping he could help you feel better he explains the situation further.

“Don’t worry y/n, it’s only for formality. This royalty shit is crazy and Taeyong needs a “queen” to rule here so he can be with you from time to time in your world” you thought that the idea was fucked up. “What was he thinking?” You almost shout but Yuta laughs at you. “I told you. This royalty shit is crazy. A lot of sacrifices needs to be done”

“I love her y/n” Yuta finally confess. “To protect this world. To protect my kingdom, I have to let go of Sorn” your heart aches for what Yuta just told you. How can the world of royalties can be so cruel to good people?

Yuta and Sorn were young and in love for as long as they can remember. So deeply in love, that they plan to help each other’s kingdoms by marriage someday. But Sorn’s family faced problems and they needed help immediately, so the royal court’s decision is to arrange her for marriage. The royal court is so obsessed with finding Taeyong a queen and they saw Sorn as a good opportunity. “Duty before self” Yuta explained.

“Why didn’t you volunteer your kingdom? Is that too selfish?” You asked, trying not to sound rude.

“My kingdom is not that rich to solve her kingdom’s money problems. Thats why I’ve been saving money in your world and be as rich as possible. That’s how I help my father with being king for now “

You cant believe this tragic love story that you’re hearing from Yuta. Just the thought of it makes you scared, that even though two people deeply love each other if fate is not in their favor, you can’t do something about it. Feeling bad about oversharing his feelings, Yuta told you not to worry, for Taeyong loves you so much and his kingdom equally.

You didn’t notice that you fell asleep while waiting for Taeyong to join you in bed. You felt soft kisses on your cheek, Taeyong waking you up in the middle of the night. Softly stroking your hair telling you to shush and follow him. Guiding you as you follow him to dark places that you’re not familiar with, you finally arrived to where he’s taking you.

You squint a little, seeing candles lit up, different flowers scattered on the floor, you’ve guessed you’re walking on an aisle with Taeyong. Doyoung, Yuta, Johnny and....a priest is waiting at the end of the aisle. Gasping as you realised, you’re about to get married.

“I was actually going to ask you to marry me over dinner tonight but-“ you cut him off and kissed him. “I’ll marry you.” You sad with a smile and hugged him tight. Crying tears of joy already.

You both proceed to this secret wedding that he organised. It was simple, just like you’ve always wanted. Genuine like him and sincere like his love. Taeyong promised to give you a proper wedding when you both get back to your world, but you told him you wouldn’t trade this wedding for anything.

Doyoung, Yuta and Johnny are happy for the both of you. They’ve seen Taeyong suffer enough without you and they all think that you both deserve to be happy. The three princes congratulates the both of you and telling them they’re more than happy seeing their Taeyongie marry happily someone he loves.

“Just dont be too loud fucking tonight or the castle will know somethings up” Johnny jokes making Taeyong punch him on his arm.

You spend your honeymoon enjoying the cold breeze around the palace. Sitting on the grass while watching how the castle turn yellow because of the soft sunrise. Taeyong got you beautiful flowers from his garden, tying it in a perfect knot making a small bouquet. He told you that the last assassin is dead and finally you can go back to the human world.

Just like the sunrise, you watch Taeyong be happy beside you. Remembering every detail of this beautiful moment. He noticed you were staring at him for a while now and he cant help but make you laugh by showing his wedding ring. Reminding you that he’s your husband from now on. Taeyong completely changed your life.

It was almost afternoon when you finally wake up from your sleep and still couldn’t believe that you’re married to this handsome guy kissing you. For the second time, Lee Taeyong is waking you up from your beautiful sleep by kissing you until you acknowledge him. “Lee Taeyong what do you want?” You asked him forcing yourself to open your eyes.

“Good morning... wife” and that alone made you smile. Taeyong thought your smile was so bright but it never hurts his eyes.

“I need you to meet someone important today” he’s now kissing your neck. Seriously this guy. “Last three days before you leave this kingdom by the way” he chuckled. “Everything will go back to normal once we go back. I promise.” He gave you one good kiss before leaving to prepare for breakfast.

He told you that you’re meeting the kingdom’s witch, a nice witch who helped him to be the king that he is. “Ruby is like my secret weapon. She warns me and gives me knowledge with all the decisions that I make for the kingdom.”

Ruby is a witch that tells Taeyong what the future holds for his kingdom. She never tells what will happen entirely. She didn’t want to ruin the natural order of the universe, she can only warn his king and give him choices to make good decisions.

When you arrived at where you believed Ruby lives, a pond inside a cave, you thought that maybe Ruby likes fishing. You peeked at how deep the pond is and you see coins and, random things under the water that are all solid gold.

“Anything you throw in this pond turns into solid gold” he winks after he explains.

You saw the water shine as Ruby comes out of the pond with all her glory turn into this gorgeous human in front of you. From being a mermaid with golden fishtail. A mermaid witch, you thought. And she is naked in front of your husband with only her golden hair covering her boobs. Wow.

“Y/n, this is Ruby.” Taeyong broke the silence. When Ruby took a step further out from the water, she turned in a much decent human, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you y/n. Congratulations.” She smiled sweetly to you.

Ruby was nice to you and she offered to read your future. You didn’t want Ruby to show you your future to be honest, but you did it for Taeyong. She asked for your hand, holding it while she looks directly in your eyes. You saw what she saw. And there’s no need to tell Taeyong about it. You both giggle like little girls after you both saw your future, leaving Taeyong really curious.

In the future that Ruby showed you, you will have a little girl. And you will live like how he always promised for the both of you. Its pure happiness. “Thank you Ruby. It really means a lot” you told her with sincerity.

But little did you know, Ruby just showed you the future that you wanted to see. Not showing you your true future. She asked to speak to Taeyong privately and you respectfully left them talking.

Ruby did the same thing to Taeyong, but without the filter. She showed Taeyong the challenges and pain he will put you through if he continue this married life with you. “Your highness, Im afraid you’re not going to be the father of the child” Ruby showed Taeyong what you saw in her eyes earlier. It made him smile but he felt a pang of pain at the same time.

“Don’t get me wrong your highness, the child will come from you. But you will not be present as her father in her life.” Taeyong was confused. Ruby continued showing him more, and his world crashed. His heart feels heavy, he feels broken than ever. Taeyong is scared to the bone right now, but he trusts Ruby with his life and he is positive that Ruby wants what’s best for the kingdom and him.

Taeyong saw how his kingdom suffered from a famine while he was away from the kingdom living his life with you in the human world. He will have no other choice but to leave you again for the kingdom needs him. The famine will last for a year, and your pregnancy will not be the healthiest. You will lose the child and it will drive you to killing yourself. He saw how Doyoung told him the news that you passed away and it made him crazy. Taeyong turned into a mad king and the whole kingdom suffered in other words.

“Your highness now I ask of you.... to do the same thing as we did to your sister and prevent everything whats about to happen. We will create a life for y/n, a beautiful life without you in it” Ruby explains with a heavy heart.

Taeyeon. Taeyong’s sister is living well in the human world without any memory of the kingdom. Taeyeon was with their parents when they were killed and the incident traumatised her. To save her from being crazy, they gave her a potion for forgetting everything about the incident, the kingdom, Taeyong, everything.

Taeyong didn’t have much choice. He didn’t want to hurt you and kill yourself that will indeed make him crazy for good. Although its wrong for him to decide on his own, he still agreed to Ruby. He told her all about your dreams, the normal life you long with him, and the bakery you wanted to be successful with.

“I want her - I want her to have a peaceful life when she wakes up. A life without sadness, make sure she’s never alone or lonely. Be sure to never let her give up dancing because she loves her craft so much. Let her explore new things” Taeyong sniffs and continues to instruct Ruby. “She wants a bakery, let it be so successful customers will always buy every masterpiece she bakes. Please let her be with someone who truly loves her the same way I will.”

It really hurts him to pass you on to someone, it breaks his heart thinking of another man having you. “Please let that man be Jaehyun” he could only trust you with Jaehyun. Ruby hands the potion to Taeyong with a heavy heart. “I know you just got married. I’m sorry my king”

Your husband cant look you in the eye right now, but he stayed brave and put the small bottle in his pocket. “I’m still curious on what she showed you babe” Taeyong said, faking a smile. You let out a loud laugh without knowing what he really feels.

“Oh its a secret” you told him with a big mocking smile.

“I love you, y/n” he smiles ever so sweetly before your eyes.

Noticing his beautiful rose scar, and gently stroking it with your thumb. “I love you too, Lee Taeyong.”

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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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Exercise in Folly 2.0 - 2.2 (Craquaria) - SamWhity

Title: Exercise in Folly 2.0 Summary: Monét looked at her with disbelief, before sighing: “Giovanni never saw the damn video. He dodged the whole thing like a pro because he was trying to be your friend”. “He’s my friend”. Cracker’s answer came without any hesitation, so natural and passionate that the other queen smiled softly. “Cracks…” Summary of the chapter: Lunch at Monét’s turns out to be quite the conversation. Between live-rants and breakups, there’s always time for a little heart to heart with the Bronx’s most beloved dragqueen. Author’s note: The italian words mamma, tesoro, balle and coglione mean respectively: mum, honey (or sweetheart), bullshit (or lies… à la: Liza Minelli lies) and asshole (if it’s used as an insult. Otherwise it could be translated with ball or testicle). Again, the whole Jordan-drama is completely fabricated for plot purposes. Cracker’s posts however can be easily found on his FB-page, if you have enough time to scroll through them all. Chapter 1 - Chapter 2.1

What have I become My sweetest friend Everyone I know Goes away in the end And you could have it all My empire of dirt I will let you down I will make you hurt (Johnny Cash, Hurt)

The vibration of his phone caused Giovanni to wake up. The young man grumbled, before stretching his arms and deciding he might as well sleep another ten minutes. A second vibration made him groan: what the hell was going on? He took the smartphone from his night stand and started reading.

Jordan, 09:13 am: I’ll come in the afternoon and start putting my stuff in boxes.

Jordan, 09:13 am: Just letting you know.

He sighed, before answering with a quick thumb up and throwing the phone on the other side of the bad.

“Damn it”, he murmured, closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

He wanted nothing more than to enjoy his day off in peace, without petty drama and bullshit. However, karma seemed to be on his case once again. A new vibration made him scoff.

“Oh for fuck sake!”, he groaned, then he proceeded to read.

Francesca, 09:16 am: Mamma said you are off today. I don’t have classes for another hour and I could use some of your non-existing humour. Skype?

He quickly typed a reply.

Giovanni, 09:16 am: Of course, baby. Are you okay? What happened?

His phone lit up once again, this time with an incoming Skype-call. He answered quickly and took a good look at his sister.

“Francesca”, he asked concerned, “are you actually sitting alone on a bench with puffy eyes?”.

The other one sniffed, before shaking her head.

“Allergies”, she mumbled, then she blew her nose.

“Balle”, he cut her off “What happened, tesoro?”.

The girl started sobbing uncontrollably, making his worries grow by the second.

“Baby”, he tried to soothe her, “Breathe, okay? I’m here. Take a deep breath, it’s all going to be okay”.

In the following half hour, Giovanni listened to his sister’s sad break-up story and tried as best as he could not to show her how angry and upset he actually was. His baby sister was an incredibly smart and hard-working woman and she certainly did not deserve to be treated like that.

“How can I trust people?”, Francesca asked between sobs, “How can I possibly trust anyone ever again?”.

The young man sighed, uncertain about what to say.

“Tesoro”, he murmured affectionately, “Not everyone will hurt you. And those who do hurt you are not deserving of your time, let alone your affection”.

The other one’s small nod made him smile.

“It is going to be okay, I promise”, he added.

Francesca blew her nose loudly, making him chuckle.

“Do you want me to call dad?”, Giovanni asked, perfectly aware of the deep connection between David Palandrani and his daughter.

The other one shrugged, before answering: “I guess… would you?”.

“Of course, baby”, he smiled, “Don’t worry about it, I’ll do it”.

“How do you trust people?”.

His sister’s question left him dumbfounded and, at the same time, made him wince. Needless to say, he was not the best person to consult with in case of trust issues and doubts. He suddenly felt way younger and afraid of failing one of the most important people in his life.

“I guess you go with your guts”, he mumbled tentatively, before lowering his gaze and closing his eyes for a split second.

“Did it work with Jordan?”, Francesca asked, looking at him with concern.

Giovanni sighed.

“In the beginning, I guess”, he answered, before adding: “Don’t worry about Jordan now, tesoro. It’s all good. It’s great, actually”.

An incoming work-related call saved the young man from further questioning and the two said their goodbyes with the promise of catching up the following day.

“Just to make sure you’re okay”, Giovanni said.

He spent the following twenty minutes on the phone with IMG Models, scheduling photo-shoots and modeling-related appointments.

“Please, be mindful of your weight and measurements”, the secretary of the agency reminded him, before ending the phone-call.

“Well, no shit Sherlock”, he mumbled to himself, before noticing it was already almost eleven and he needed to get ready.

He sent a message to his father, before getting up and making his way to the kitchen.

Giovanni, 10:47 am: Francesca just called crying. That coglione broke up with her and she’s inconsolable.

He then put the kettle on and made himself a cup of tea, before picking up a pair of jeans and a jumper and starting to get dressed. Kevin lived not to far away from him: he might as well walk to the other’s apartment and get a good hour of exercise in. He sipped on his tea and scrolled through his Instagram feed, stopping to take a look at Nicola’s stories and smile at the sight of the man lounging in the sun of Las Vegas.

“He has not answered yet”, he murmured to himself and shrugged, “Maybe he wants to talk about it in person”.

A vibration interrupted his thought-process.

Monét X-Change, 11:23 am: Can you please bring some wine? Yuhua drank it all! :O

Giovanni chuckled, before answering.

Aquaria, 11:23 am: White or red?

The text he received made him cackle loudly.

Monét X-Change, 11:24 am: Wine.

Aquaria, 11:25 am: I’ll take care of it, no probs.

Quickly, the young man went to his bedroom to take his jacket and his wallet. With the phone still in his hand, he quickly closed the door to his room and locked it, before putting the key in his pocket and quickly making his way to the front door.

He exited his apartment, checked his pockets one last time and locked the door behind him, before making his way to the elevator and pressing the button. Once out of the building, Giovanni looked briefly around before deciding the wine from the bodega was good enough for his lunch with Kevin. Neither of them understood anything about wines and there was little to no point in trying to impress his friend.

“He will drink regardless”, he mumbled to himself, while entering the little shop and smiling at the cat lounging next to the register.

The young man quickly found a bottle of Pinot and paid for it, then he exited the shop and started walking.

“Bitch!”.

Kevin engulfed him in a tight hug, before putting the wine on the small entry-table and hugging him again.

“It’s good to see you”, the younger one murmured with a smile, before taking a good look around and commenting: “I see you have settled in pretty comfortably”.

The other one nodded, before making his way to the kitchen and putting the wine on the table.

“Come sit!”, he beckoned Giovanni to follow him, “Come on, take a seat and eat something!”.

His enthusiasm was almost contagious.

In that exact moment, Aquaria’s phone vibrated.

“Sorry”, he mumbled, “I’ll put it away immediately. Promise.”

Jordan, 01:05 pm: You really closed the door? Really?

Jordan, 01:05 pm: I don’t know what you think you’re doing but it’s ridiculous.

Jordan, 01:06 pm: You are ridiculous.

He sighed, before setting the device on “do not disturb”.

“Everything okay?”, Kevin’s voice startled him.

He managed to smile weakly, before nodding.

“Of course, don’t worry”, Giovanni lied, knowing fully well the other one would have never bought it, “It’s honestly no big deal”.

The older one sighed, before taking the bottle and the glasses and making his way to the living room.

“Sit here and wait for me, okay?” he instructed the other one.

In a couple of minutes, the two were comfortably sitting on the couch with a glass of wine and some food on a little tray.

“Okay”, Kevin started with a small smile, “What is it happening?”.

It was a simple question, however Giovanni did not really know where to start. He closed his eyes for a brief second, trying to calm himself enough to put a few words together in a coherent sentence. Exactly in that moment, a flashback of his fight with Jordan made him wince slightly.

“Baby…”, his friend’s voice sounded worried, while he asked tentatively: “What happened in London?”.

The younger one sighed, before taking a deep breath and asking: “What did you hear about it?”.

The other one bit his lower lip, then he answered.

“That you fired him in London and he wants to get sober in LA”.

There was a tentativeness to Kevin’s voice that made Giovanni snort.

“Come on”, he said, “You can do better than this”.

The other one took a deep breath, before nodding.

“Okay, full tea”, he started, “I heard that you freaked out and screamed at him in the car, after the gala. I heard that you fired him on the spot and had to fly on your own while he was staying in London with some guy. Someone speculates you two were fucking and things went sour, someone thinks it’s about money”.

Not receiving any kind of answer, he continued: “Someone says it’s because of drugs and someone else was implying he caused a scene at the Gala and embarrassed you. Since I came back from touring, there is this constant chatter about the two of you and how you should have never worked together…”.

The sob on the other side made Kevin stop, dead on his tracks.

“Oh baby”, he murmured, before hugging the other one and adding: “I’m sorry”.

Giovanni shook his head, before breaking the hug and looking for a tissue in the pocket of his trousers. Once he found it, he wiped his tears and took a deep breath.

“It was so bad”, he murmured, incapable of cancelling those hours from his mind, “I did not know what to do, I was alone and had no idea how to help”.

He instinctively looked for his friend’s hand and squeezed it, before continuing: “The management called the very same evening and it was so humiliating…”.

Kevin nodded, before handing him a new tissue and prodding: “What did Jordan say, after that?”.

The other one scoffed, trying to contain his hurt and failing badly at it.

“He asked me how I dared, he questioned my work and said I would have never survived without him”, he answered, “I never saw him acting or speaking like that”, he then murmured before lowering his head.

Monét nodded, before sighing.

“I’m sorry baby”.

Giovanni nodded and mumbled a small “Thank you”, before blowing his nose.

They spent a couple of seconds in relative silence, before the younger one started speaking again.

“I really thought it was a phase. I thought I could help”, he sighed, “However I can not put my whole career in jeopardy because of Jordan’s issues”.

The older one nodded.

“You did the right thing, Giovanni”, he then murmured and hugged his friend once more.

“Can I have a sip of wine?”, the younger one asked weakly, before wiping away his own tears once again.

Kevin handed him a full glass with a smile, before taking a sip himself.

“It will get better, eventually”, he said, before taking a deep breathe and asking: “Do you want to talk about the video during the interview?”.

Seeing that the other one was still moping he quickly added: “You don’t have to, but maybe it would make you feel better”.

Giovanni nodded, before getting up.

“I just need a small break… can I use the toilet?”.

Ten minutes later, the two men were sitting on the sofa and munching on some Thai food.

“Thanks for the food”, Giovanni murmured, before taking a small sip of his wine and continuing: “Do you mind if I check my phone quickly?”.

The other one shook his head, so he took his phone out of his pocket and looked for messages or missed calls.

Jordan, 02:03 pm: I left the boxes in my room

Jordan, 02:03 pm: I’ll pick them up later this week

He sighed, before replying with a thumb up and continuing reading.

Nicola, 02:07 pm: Is our dinner still on? What about eight at mine?

He quickly sent an answer back, before noticing that the message he sent the night before had somehow disappeared.

“Weird”, he murmured.

Giovanni, 02:10 pm: Of course! You know I never turn down sushi! See you later! Xoxo

He locked the screen, before putting his phone back in his pocket.

“Do you want to talk about it?”, Monét asked softly, looking at him with concern.

The other sighed, before biting his lower lip.

“I don’t know what to say”, he murmured, “I did not want to be in the position of questioning our friendship again, you know?”, he added, sounding incredibly tired and almost spent.

“It’s like the old days, before things went sour”, he continued after having taken a small sip of his wine, “I don’t know if I can trust him and it’s like… it’s like a constant reminder that I’m not good enough”.

“That is bullshit”, Kevin cut him off, “You and Cracker should really stop with this not good enough crap”.

The other one mumbled something, before putting the wine glass down and taking a small piece of bread and starting nibbling at it.

“Do you feel like telling me what do you mean by like the old days?”, the older one asked softly, trying to understand his friend’s point of view as best as he could.

Giovanni took another small bite at his piece of bread, before answering.

“There were moments when I felt made fun of”, he then confessed, “He used to post dumb shit on Facebook and write a comment saying something like… mh… wait until Aquaria likes it. Or let’s see how long it will take before Aquaria will like this post”.

He shrugged, before continuing.

“I constantly felt the pressure of being this mature man when I was barely twenty and it got me in the worst way possible”, he suddenly realised, “Even comparing our style and make-up felt like a dig”.

There was sadness in those words, and shame. There was the realisation their friendship could have been saved years before them being on a reality TV show. They just needed to talk openly to one another, for once. There was a taste of bitterness as well, because somehow the young man was asking himself if it was too late to mend those wounds.

“You should talk to him”, Kevin’s voice startled him, “I am sure he would love to know what is happening in your smart little head”, he then finished with a soft smile and clear affection in his voice.

“I am sure he’s okay. He seems to be doing pretty good nowadays”, the other’s reply made him scoff loudly.

“You two are really something else”, he commented shaking his head, before hugging Giovanni once more and patting his back: “Thanks for sharing that with me”, he finally added for good measure.

The younger one’s phone vibrated a couple of times, making the two break the hug.

Rémy, 02:35 pm: He’s losing it again.

Rémy, 02:35 pm: Have you seen Jordan’s live?

Rémy, 02:36 pm: I have no idea how to stop this nonsense but someone should.

Quickly opening Instagram and selecting Jordan’s latest Instastories, Giovanni was presented with a live video of his former room-mate. He was clearly intoxicated and sitting in a room the young man was not familiar with. He was talking to his and Aquaria’s viewers and mumbling words.

“You know, I really wish him the best. Even though he is a sly little brat and can not for the love of God survive on his own. Did you know he hangs around his friends all the time because he is afraid of being alone? Because he is, let me tell you. Funny because he has no problems chasing them off of his life, if they don’t fit his perfect little sanitized lie. He’s an hypocrite little piece of…”.

The video suddenly stopped. Kevin took his friend’s phone, close the App and put it on the table before he could witness the rest of that rant. He then moved closer to Giovanni and put a hand on his arm.

“I’m sorry, baby”, he murmured, then he continued with a sterner voice: “But you should stop watching this shit, or caring. You know who you are, you know how much hard work you put into everything you do. Think about it and let the rest go”.

Biting his lower lip, the other one nodded before getting up and taking his jacket.

“My apartment should be free now”, he announced, “I might as well go back to it and do some work”.

In a couple of minutes, the conversation was over and he was out of Kevin’s apartment. When the wind started blowing making him shiver, Giovanni suddenly realized something: he didn’t. He didn’t know who he was, let alone who Aquaria was. Not anymore. Not after all that. Not when he struggled so hard to keep himself together without crumbling after just a couple of low blows.

“Shit”, he murmured, wiping away a single tear.

#craquaria #slowburn #miz cracker #aquaria #monet x change #rpdr fanfiction #exercise in folly #samwhity #canon compliant #s10

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REALLY LONG CHARACTER SURVEY. RULES. repost , don’t reblog ! good luck !

TAGGED. @qcaesitr TAGGING. Anyone that wants to do this, you have my permission!

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Riff Zelfer Hendrixsen

NICKNAME: Riff, Sis/Sister (Holly), Snipes (in certain TWD AUs)

AGE: 26-30′s

BIRTHDAY: November 5th, 1987 (Guy Falkes Night in the UK)

ETHNIC GROUP: White British

NATIONALITY: British

LANGUAGE(S): English, Latin, Italian, Russian (A little)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Asexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Aromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

CLASS: Middle / low class.

HOMETOWN / AREA: Manchester, England

CURRENT HOME: A small flat in Manchester, England (When not traveling)

PROFESSION: Consulting psychologist/therapist

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Jet Black

EYES: Sapphire/Navy Blue (Grey when under lighting)

NOSE: Button

FACE: Heart shaped

LIPS: Natural.

COMPLEXION: Fair

BLEMISHES: None

SCARS: Small one on her right shoulder

TATTOOS: None

HEIGHT: 5 in, 6ft | 170.18 cm

WEIGHT: 128 lbs | 58 kg

BUILD: Athletic

FEATURES: N/A

ALLERGIES: N/A

USUAL HAIRSTYLE: Shoulder-length hair

USUAL FACE LOOK: -_- (Stoic and reserved)

USUAL CLOTHING: All-black attire of a Fred Perry short sleeve polo shirt with dark-red/grey stripes at the tips, M-65 field jacket, boot-cut jeans and a pair of combat boots.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR(S): Being powerless and helpless to her family/friends/ allies, being alone, the unknown

ASPIRATION(S) : To help people, stop crimes before they start, to help bring a light in the darkness

POSITIVE TRAITS: Calm, kind, honest, brave, selfless, witty, focused, dedicated, intelligent, humble, patient, observant, reserved, merciful, rational

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Moody, stubborn, overprotective, impulsive, closed-off, paranoid (sometimes), vengeful

ZODIAC: Scorpio

TEMPERAMENT: Phlegmatic

SOUL TYPE(S): Warrior

ANIMALS: Wolf, Eagle, Owl

VICE HABIT(S): Wrath/Vengeance.

FAITH: None

GHOSTS?: Yes

AFTERLIFE?: Yes

REINCARNATION?: Yes

ALIENS?: Same as above.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Lawful/Neutral good.

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE: N/A

SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION: Middle / Low-class

EDUCATION LEVEL: University

FAMILY.

FATHER: Unnamed father (Deceased)

MOTHER: Unnamed Mother (Deceased)

SIBLINGS: Several (Platonic symbolically)

EXTENDED FAMILY: Nate Hendrixsen (Uncle, deceased), unnamed aunt

NAME MEANING(S): Her parents were fond of music, naming her after the guitar term ‘riff’.

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: N/A

FAVORITES.

BOOK: 1984 by George Orwell (Sort-of relatable for Riff these days)

MOVIE: The 007 series

5 SONGS: ‘Throne’ by Bring Me The Horizon, ‘London Calling’ by The Clash, ‘The Messenger’ by Johnny Marr, ‘Bones Exposed’ by Of Mice & Men, ‘Fight Inside’ by RED

DEITY: None

HOLIDAY: Halloween, Guy Falkes Night (In her home country)

MONTH: November

SEASON: Autumn

PLACE: Waterfalls

WEATHER: Sunny

SOUND: Birds & Nature

SCENT(S): Ozone, green tea, saltwater, herbs

TASTE(S): Vanilla, Green tea, berries, Alfredo sauce

FEEL(S): Rumble of a bass guitar, the thrill of adrenaline, the birds chirping, wind blowing in her face

ANIMAL(S): Dogs, Birds, Cats

NUMBER: 13.

COLORS: Black, red, grey, white

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Martial arts, psychology, guitar/bass player, parkour, negotiator

BAD AT: Being open in personal matters, Riff’s really closed off about her past in general.

HOBBIES: Martial arts, meditation, parkour, music, traveling, the fine arts, reading/studying psychology

TROPES: The Atoner, The Stoic, Shell-Shocked Veteran, The Drifter, Tranquil Fury, The Mentor

AESTHETIC TAGS: #Nature, #Music, #Travel

GPOY QUOTES: N/A

FC INFO.

MAIN FC(S): Kate Beckinsale as Selene in the Underworld film series

ALT FC(S): Nico Robin (Pre-timeskip) in One Piece

OLDER FC(S): N/A

YOUNGER FC(S): N/A

VOICE CLAIM(S): For the moment, it’s her main face-claim, but will be changed in further research.

GENDERBENT FC(S): None

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1: if you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?: The title would be ‘Drifter’, filmed in a action/spy drama and it would portray Riff’s upcoming as a consulting psychologist and trained assassin. (It might be part of the ‘Assassin’s Creed’ series as a oneshot miniseries)

Q2: what would their soundtrack / score sound like?: Rock/Metal/Alternative with a mix of Video Game scores/BGMs (I.E: Jesper Kyd of Assassin’s Creed and Yoko Shimomura of Final Fantasy XV)

Q3: why did you start writing this character?: I was bored out of my mind, as this used to be a personal blog based of my intrest for music/video games/cartoons... I started RPing with other blogs as a self-insert, but eventually changed my mind and decided to change that into a personal OC.

Q4: what first attracted you to this character?: Nothing, Riff started as an alias name for my self-insert, but ended up becoming a OC with her own backstory and personality,

Q5: describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse: Morality-wise, I don’t approve of Riff killing people out of justice/vengeance, but it really bugs me sometimes when others inflict the ‘Worf’ effect on her. (I understand it’s to avoid god-modding, but I want a equal chance where Riff can at least land a serious hit in fairness.)

Q6: what do you have in common with your muse?: We love rock/metal/alternative music!

Q8: what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?: It varies. I love interactions with muses/characters that make Riff think deeply into her morality, to challenge her conflicting self-esteem/confidence... Sometimes, her trying to show love is a challenge.

Q9: what gives you inspiration to write your muse?: Complete solitude, room isolation, loud music (But not loud enough to blow out my eardrums or give me headaches), sometimes watching TV shows/cartoons online to help inspire Riff’s character.

Q10: how long did this take you to complete?: About an hour or two, I had to revisit Riff’s bio and headcanons to be accurate.

#dash games #long post #about riff #ooc

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kaepop-trash · 7 years

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OTEverybody: Arrival

Rated: </unavailable/>

Pairing: I’m sure you’ve gotten the hint by now

Summary: Being NCT’s manager was challenging as it is, add to that the fact that suddenly half of them feel the need to win your affection.

“It’s very warm here.” Win win said once they left the air conditioned airport.

“What else did you expect from a tropical island?” Ten asked him confused, Winwin let out a loud ah in realisation earning a chuckle from you.

“Come on, you guys have two vans so divide yourself without fighting.” Taeyong laughed at what he assumed was a joke made by you.

“The only time these kids don’t fight is when they’re too tired, and even then there’s annoyed kicking. You only handle three of them, you’re in for a real treat.” Taeyong provided helpful information. You turned to him, evaluating his words.

“Haechan go to the car at the back with the kids.” You told him pointing at the car in question.

“But-” He was already prepared.

“You’re in charge.” You let him know and he happily complied.

“Yuta you can go to the same car.” You told him next.

“I don’t want to sit with the kids.” He frowned at the prospect.

“Take Sicheng with you.” You allowed quickly before he could say something else.

“Okay.” He answered before pulling Winwin to the car, telling him something about the food he wanted to try here.

“The rest of you can sit in this car.” You said.

“I don’t have to listen to you.” Doyoung said between sniffling.

“Fine, go to the other car. Here take another pill.” He looked like he wanted to say something else, but coming short of a retort he just took the medicine and walked away.

She turned to Taeyong with a satisfied smile while he stared in stunned silence.

“I’m spreading rumours that you’re the NCT whisperer.” He said before getting into the car after everyone else.

You were on your way to the staff bus when a voice diverted your attention, it was Minho.

“There’s place in our car if you want a ride.” He was walking up to you with a smile.

“Thank you so much but I need to go match schedule with the staff.” You backed away apologetically.

From inside the second car Donghyuck watched Minho give her his best dazzling smile, when a equally bright idea popped into his head.

“Winwin hyung your Korean hasn’t gotten any better since you started.” He turned around to Winwin who was focused on a korean book till he looked up, pouting at the criticism.

“What do you mean?” Yuta spoke up defensively almost immediately, “You wouldn’t be able to learn Chinese even if it’s all you did all day, and he has so many different things to do.” Donghyuck just shrugged.

“You’re too loud.” Doyoung complained, nursing a headache.

“Shut up humdrum Bugs Bunny.” Yuta responded.

“Excuse me!” Doyoung raised his voice, thoroughly offended.

From outside, you had to divert your attention from Minho to the increasing noise in the car. With a sense of dread you realised that you put Yuta, Doyoung and Donghyuck in the same car. This wasn’t going to end well.

“I have to go, take care of this.” You said quickly before turning away.

“What is wrong with all of you?” You opened the door, annoyed at the immature behaviour. All of them, who seemed to be in different quarrels stopped and looked at you like children being caught stealing from the cookie jar.

“Haechan started it.” Yuta was the first to respond, voice still raised from being in fight mode.

“I don’t care,” You snapped. “Behave yourselves, you aren’t 10 years old. Do I have to sit with you?” You threatened.

“Yes.” Donghyuck said far too quickly.

“I don’t mind.” Yuta’s eyes lit up.

“You can do what you like.” Doyoung mumbled grumpily.

“I’m scared.” Renjun said.

You looked around at all of them confused at the quick compliance.

“Renjun can you sit beside Donghyuck? Let me sit with Chenle.” You asked him with a softer voice and he nodded.

“The seat beside me works fine.” Donghyuck spoke immediately.

“Chenle is sick.” You explained.

“So am I.” Doyoung mumbled.

“Yes, but you aren’t as miserable as him, and you’re an adult.” Your response flustered Doyoung, who didn’t expect you to hear, “You can come up at sit with us if you want.” You offered and he tried to hide his blush.

“N-No Thanks. I’m good.” He turned away and you chuckled.

As the car finally made it’s way, Donghyuck stared at you once longingly before turning away.

“What was the point of starting that spat.” He mumbled to himself, sulking.

“Did you say something?” You asked.

“Just that this will be a great trip.” He smiled before turning away, still seething.

When you arrived at the hotel, your work was cut out for you. You still had to coordinate schedules, which got delayed, and you had to do many other tiny things like give the restaurant a list of allergies and speak to the staff about clothes and makeup. You were already dreading the insane schedule ahead of you when you turned to see your group of boys already looking lost without helpful guidance. You sighed and proceeded to the reception to get their key cards.

“Here, four of you have to share a room. The order is decided so don’t even try fighting.” You warned before they could intervene, “You also have adjoining rooms. So it’s essentially eight of you sharing a space. Please try not to scream too much. Seventeen complained about us at Kcon. Even Seventeen thinks you’re too loud!” You chastised.

“Go rest a little for now, there’s a company dinner in the evening. I’m sorry you guys can’t go out today but I have too much work to do.” You were deeply apologetic but they nodded.

“You need to rest too. You look very tired.” Johnny spoke looking worried, you smiled at him gratefully.

“I just have a few things to do and then I can get some sleep.” Your voice was softer now, “Now go all of you. Your seniors are all on the same floor so don’t be loud.” You left them with that warning, walking away to the staff waiting for your instructions.

“You were on the phone with the social network director of the company when one of the stylists who was sharing the room with you walked in looking like she’d seen a ghost. You watched her clumsily walk around the room for a while till you ended your phone conversation.

“What’s wrong with you?” You asked her.

“There are a bunch of idols outside our room, quarreling. Sorry I was just a little rattled.” You got up immediately groaning loudly.

“Is it my kids?” You asked already dreading her response.

“No see, I see them all the time, I wouldn’t be this shocked.” Your eyebrows knit further together as you decided to just approach the door.

When you opened your room door you were shocked to find Minho and Baekhyun in the middle of a serious round of rock paper scissors and Jeno standing at the back with Jisung looking like they would rather be anywhere else.

When Jisung noticed you his eyes blew wide and he tugged on Jeno’s shirt eagerly.

“We were coming to call you for dinner but these hyungs came with us, I’m very confused.” Jeno said looking as lost as he sounded.

“(Y/N)” Minho breathed out when he noticed you, both of them turned to look at you and hurriedly put their hands behind their backs.

“What’s going on?” You asked, you seemed to be very confused all the time lately.

“I was just wondering if you’d join me for dinner?” Minho asked.

“Come with me!” Baekhyun said a little forcefully but added a smile.

“We’re going to the same place for dinner.” You clarified and they all went quiet from the realisation. You gave them another perplexed look before leaving with the two kids.

“Noona I’m going to say it now, these hyungs are getting seriously scary.” Jisung said and you laughed, ruffling his hair.

They watched you walk away. Minho scoffed.

“Sure the kid gets a pat, I don’t even get coffee.” He laughed again.

“Honestly hyung, why are you so obsessed over coffee?” Baekhyun asked animatedly, “She’s just a game to you isn’t she? Wow! Here I thought you were a decent guy.” He shook his head in disbelief and Minho glared at him.

“My intentions are pure!She choose work over spending time with hot and sexy Minho, I was impressed.” Minho admitted in a fit and then blushed, heat creeped into Baekhyun's cheeks too but he laughed at the ‘hot and sexy’.

“She told me I was very loud backstage once, to my face.” Baekhyun was suddenly in checking his nails.

“That’s why you like her?” Minho asked seriously. Baekhyun nodded biting his cheek.

“But you are loud!” Minho exclaimed and Baekhyun faced him with fresh rage.

“You know she’s too young for you! She’s not exactly your very pretty noona.” Baekhyun did the dance step and Minho smacked his chest. He clutched his chest dramatically, his face scrunched up in pain. Minho just rolled his eyes, knowing the boy all too well. He peaked from an eye and when Minho didn’t show any signs of caring he dropped the act.

“Let’s go for dinner.” He said with a straight face.

“Do you really think these kids have a better chance than us?” Minho asked and Baekhyun was uncharacteristically silent.

“They spend more time with her than we do. Also the kids aren’t lacking you know.” He gestured to his face to imply visuals.

“But we’re Minho and Baekhyun? From Shinee and Exo? Does that mean nothing anymore?” Minho asked incredulously. Minho put an arm on Baekhyun’s shoulders, both of them sharing a moment. When they finally reached the Restaurant they saw you waiting outside.

“Since you were thoughtful enough to come to call me for dinner I didn’t want to go in without you. As a simple staff member I’m grateful, but as a fan I can get a little flustered, I’m sorry if I come of standoffish.” You bowed politely and Minho dropped the hand on Baekhyun’s shoulder going up beside her.

“You listen to our songs?” He asked with wide eyes.

“Ofcourse!” She said like it was obvious, “You’re all legends, who hasn’t listened to your music?” Minho grinned at her words.

“What about me?” Baekhyun demanded.

“I always listen to your songs when it rains, your voice really calms me so I’m grateful.” He grinned.

“I’ll sing for you if you want.” Baekhyun laughed flustered.

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rana-capito · 7 years

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blue, navy blue, i'm as blue as i can be, cause my steady boy said "all of them", one hundred something questiiiions

1: How tall or short do you wish you were?I’d take a couple more inches but like this is fine2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not)It would be so cool to have a snake…but a dog is also really good…3: Do you have a favorite clothing style?cool jackets are cool…for myself I like target man tshirts4: What was your favorite video game growing up?I had these Magic School Bus computer games that were truly excellent. there was one about whales and dolphins and one about rainforest animals5: What three things/people do you think of most each day:idk…the Majority of my thoughts are either very self-centered or just the song that it’s time to have in my head6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say?fuck idk. warning: occasional stupid bitch 7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]?hmm! vague8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic]I got sanguine on a quiz I took once and I like that because I like blood9: Are you ticklish?yeah, not Extremely tho10: Are you allergic to anything?guinea pigs, cats, pollen11: What’s your sexuality?i’m Gay12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa?Tea13: Are you a cat or dog person?they are both good and i really like both…i’ll say dogs because i’ve been seeing a lot of very good ones lately + the cat allergy14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson?VAMPIRE15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber?I watch beckiejbrown a lot and I think she’s cool16: How tall are you?5'7"17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to?Benjamin..perhaps…but there’s too many bens so I guess I’ll just have to be Larl18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]between 144 and 150 pounds19: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits?eh…nah20: Do you like space or the ocean more?The ocean..has more animals in it21: Are you religious?non22: Pet peeves?when people call frogs venomous or spiders poisonous23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]?diurnal…i like Sunshine24: Favorite constellation?i like cassiopeia she’s spiky25: Favorite star?uhhhh I don’t have one26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls?i think they are..flexible?27: Any phobias or fears?MIRRORS IN THE DARK MIRRORS IN THE DARK scary. 28: Do you think global warming is real?yeah lol29: Do you believe in reincarnation?not really30: Favorite movie?hmmm. i liked inglorious basterds a lot but i’m mostly saying that because i can’t think of any movies that have made an especially big impression on me at the moment31: Do you get scared easily?..yes i’m sensitive32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime?1 frog 2 tortoises 4 guinea pigs & a lot of fish33: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.]8/10 content is great but posting frequency is too spread out34: What is a color that calms you?green like my room at home35: Where would you like to travel and/or live?I want to go to like..australia. or some other place with cool and weird animals!36: Where were you born?atlanta :P37: What is your eye color?brown38: Introvert or extrovert?IntroVert39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs?not really but i like to read things about them anyway40: Hugs or kisses?WHY not both41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now?clarissa…so far away…an entire TIMEZONE42: Who is someone you love deeply?Antonie Hvan Leeuwenhoek43: Any piercings you want?maybe something extra on my ear?44: Do you like tattoos and piercings?they’re cool45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so?i neiver have done so46: Talk about your crush, if you have one!sexy. very shapely calves. extremely good at calculus and physics and programming. 47: What is a sound you really hate?when my shoe scrapes on the sidewalk48: A sound you really love?the echoes from the main staircase in the mlc49: Can you do a backflip?no :(50: Can you do the splits?no51: Favorite actor and/or actress?i like..karla souza52: Favorite movie?this has been asked previously and i still don’t have a good answer. 53: How are you feeling right now?cool! kind of tired54: What color would you like your hair to be right now?uhh this color’s good55: When did you feel happiest?jeez idk that’s pretty hard to answer56: Something that calms you down?my green chair in my room at home57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!]i do not58: What does your URL mean?it’s vaguely homestucky59: What three words describe you the most?cool. sexy. innovative.60: Do you believe in evolution?hell yeah61: What makes you unfollow a blog?content that i don’t like or no content for a long time62: What makes you follow a blog?content that i like63: Favorite kind of person:cool person64: Favorite animal(s):guinea pigs. orcas. cane toads. naked mole rats.65: Name three of your favorite blogs.teensplop.blogspot.com is my ultimate favorite blog ever. my favorite tumblrs are of like random people who i follow and i would feel weird @ing them66: Favorite emoticon:girl with carrots67: Favorite meme:bode was pretty good68: What is your MBTI personality type?i think i got infp when i took it69: What is your star sign?capricorn70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog?i don’t have a dog :(71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most?dark gray vneck from target and my Excellent jeans72: Post a selfie or two?i’ll do that..later73: Do you have platform shoes?no i’m tall74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself?my blood type is A positive75: Can you do a front flip?into a pool or on a trampoline76: Do you like birds?hell yeah! i wanted to be an ornithologist in 6th grade and if that ended up being my life i would be satisfied and happy77: Do you like to swim?Yeah Put Me In The Water78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?hmm. i guess swimming? ice skating is very fun though. and it has to be the correct context of swimming like the water is clean and i can swoop around in it79: Something you wish didn’t exist:*****es80: Some thing you wish did exist:my huge future muscles81: Piercings you have?one in each earlobe82: Something you really enjoy doing:dancing in a loud bar83: Favorite person to talk to:different people have different good talking qualities but there is a special kind of conversation i can only hold with my sister84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?this sure is The Place For Fanart85: How many followers do you have?15086: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?hmm…i feel like yes but i would be very tired after87: Do your socks always match?almost always yes88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?i used to be able to but no longer89: What are your birthstones?i think turquoise?90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?something sneaky and timid and nocturnal91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?it has 5 smooth white petals and a smooth green stem and i was so into it for like some time in second grade92: A store you hate?urban outfitters93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?ideally zero94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?fly95: Do you like to wear camo?not particularly96: Winter or summer?summer for sure..i like Sunlight97: How long can you hold your breath for?i don’t feel like testing this rn98: Least favorite person?let’s say johnny rives99: Someone you look up to:my veterinarian cousin is cool100: A store you love?binders is pretty cool101: Favorite type of shoespumas 102: Where do you live?in a College Town103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?no i love MEAT104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?star sapphires are pretty cool?105: Do you drink milk?on occasion106: Do you like bugs?yeah :)107: Do you like spiders?yeah :)108: Something you get paranoid about?people thinking i shouldn’t be in a place109: Can you draw:yeah i think so110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?nothing comes to mind111: A question you hate being asked?what kind of music do you like?112: Ever been bitten by a spider?maybe…i had this huge itchy leg bump the past few days that i think might have been from that113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?yah it’s nice114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?mmm sunny115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:Antonie Hvan Leeuwenhoek116: Favorite cloud type:Ummm ones that are interestingly shaped! not just stratus. everything else is cool117: What color do you wish the sky was?blue is good118: Do you have freckles?yah119: Favorite thing about a person:do people like actually have an answer to this in mind120: Fruits or vegetables?VEGETABLES121: Something you want to do right now:eat dessert122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?mmm sky!123: Sweet or sour foods?sweet…124: Bright or dim lights?uhh depends on the mood125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?…no?126: Something you hate about Tumblr:some of the discussions on here happen in really weird and negative ways but i’m pretty much never involved so whatever127: Something you love about Tumblr:lots of nice content128: What do you think about the least?i don’t fucking know since i’m not thinking about it129: What would you want written on your tombstone?something about science contributions maybe130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?i’m not in a really violent mood rn131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?nothing comes to mind132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?yeah133: Computer or TV?computer IS tv134: Do you like roller coasters?yeah :D135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?sometimes…not recently136: Are your ears lobed or attached?lobed137: Do you believe in karma?eh138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?this really varies but like in the middle somewhere. not a 1 and not a 10 for sure139: What nicknames do you have/have had?sarah calls me em…that’s it140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?hmm sarah and i had an imaginary little sister named lucille and an imaginary dog named ruby141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?non142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?i try to be a good influence?143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?i like…giving ;)144: What makes you angryjohnny rives145: How many languages do you speak fluently?One146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?i’m a lesbian147: Are you androgynous?hmm i think i’ve reached that somewhat148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:i like..my feet149: Favorite thing about your personality:i try to…be nice150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.julia clarissa sarah151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?i’m good staying here thank u152: Do you like BuzzFeed?it can be entertaining but i don’t think it’s good153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.]introduced by a mutual friend is the most basic explanation154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?yeah!155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?yah156: What embarrasses you?being in the gym157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:the gym158: Biggest lie you have ever told:i can’t say it here…it’s illegal159: How many people are you following?130160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?4,507161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?2162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?27,596 wow163: Last time you cried and why:thursday night and i have no Fucking clue164: Do you have long or short hair?short165: Longest your hair has ever been:i think it got past my boobs in the first semester of 9th grade166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon?i don’t really have any religious affiliations at all so. neutral167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created?..yes? like i think it’s cool and stuff168: Do you like to wear makeup?Not like, regularly, but I like doing my 3am editorial looks169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds?No170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?mostly. i didn’t think Too Deeply

@shovelthefries

#i #t #long post #ask thingy #ask thing

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meenasmoon · 7 years

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Romantic night on the beach gone wrong. Ash is once again trying to get her hopeless friends together by setting up a romantic night in the beach. Everything that can go wrong will. (We still doing beach theme?)

Loving You is Easy

Well I’m home once more and while I spent the entire day traveling across the country I managed to cook up this little beauty. I am beyond proud of the mayhem I created. I bid adieu to Beach Theme Week with this little gem.

When she finally found the perfect spot Ash nearly screamed for joy. It was a smooth patch of sand nestled in between two palm trees, center stage to the ocean. She could see the scene in her mind’s eye and it was perfect. A little candlelight, some nice food, romantic music, and this would be the perfect place to enact her plan.

She had been trying to get her two dunderhead best friends together for what felt like an eternity and when Buster had excitedly announced that they had all been invited to spend a week in a famous resort in Hawaii, she finally had her golden opportunity. The beach was one of the most romantic settings in the world in her opinion. Nothing would go wrong this time, she would make sure of it! Ash vowed to herself and then busily began setting up the little area for a long-awaited romantic rendezvous.

Two hours later as the sun was making its descent towards the horizon, effectively painting the sky with a myriad of fantastic colors, Ash stepped back and admired her handiwork. In that amount of time she had managed to convince the hotel staff to deliver food to the secluded beach spot, set up a lovely little picnic blanket surrounded by candles, and borrowed Gunther’s boom box and a tape of classical romantic music. She had been surprised that the flamboyant pig even owned classical music but when she asked him for classic romantic music he had immediately procured the disk. Now, all that was left was to lure her favorite pair of idiots down to the spot, and then everything would be just like she planned: perfect!

Johnny was sitting in a hammock on the beach listening to his iPod as he swung back and forth gently. He was seconds away from sleep when his hammock suddenly stopped swaying and a folded-up piece of paper was placed in his chest. Johnny opened his eyes and look down at the note curiously but when there was no name on it he looked around for whoever had given it to him but there was no one else around except for one especially sunburnt man laying on a beach chair.

He shrugged in confusion and unfolded the piece of paper, quickly scanning the message. As soon as he finished reading it he fell out of his hammock as he scrambled frantically to get out of it. Once he was back on his feet he took off running down the sidewalk, speeding towards his hotel room.

Meena had just gotten out of the shower and was glancing over the room service menu when there was a knock at the door. She frowned in confusion but wrapped her robe tighter around her figure and answered the door anyways. When she opened the door the halls way was deserted except for a lone piece of paper on the floor in front of her door. Meena quickly grabbed it and then retreated into the room where she sat down on the bed and read the letter. As soon as she finished it she abandoned it on the bed and dove for her closet.

An hour later as the sun slowly began sliding down in the sky Meena nervously hurried to the spot that the note had indicated. When she got there the sight nearly took her breath away. Johnny was standing in the middle of an elaborate circle of flickering candles that surrounded a small blanket. His back was to her and his hands were nervously adjusting his messily spiked hair.

“Johnny?” She breathed quietly and he spun around with a look of joy. His big smile went slack as he gaped at her, his eyes glinting with awe. She was wearing a simple red sundress that fluttered in the breeze and accentuated all of the right curves. Her curly hair fell perfectly on her head, effectively framing her face.

Johnny was wearing a pair of khaki slacks and a Hawaiian shirt that he had bought at the gift shop when he realized that all of the rest of his clothes were in a desperate need of a wash. He was worried about what she would think of the shirt until he saw her and all thought flew out of his head.

Every morning when you come downstairs

They stared at each other for a few minutes before Meena made the first move from the sidewalk into the sand where he was standing, frozen. She nervously played with her messy curls, twirling a single one around her finger.

“Sorry about my hair.” She let out a breathless laugh and look down at the ground, “I-I didn’t have time to do anything with it.”

Hair’s a mess but I don’t careNo makeup on and shining so bright

“Nah it looks beautiful Meena.” He gently traced a finger through her hair and down to her cheek where he gently lifted her face so that she was looking up at him. Their eyes met for too long and Johnny felt himself start to sweat nervously so he decided to diffuse the situation slightly.

“I mean look at this bugger of a shirt tha’ I’m wearin’.” He chuckled nervously but instead of making him feel more confident she managed to dazzle him again when she gave him that mesmerizing smile of hers as she let out a little giggle.

“I like it.” She said sweetly as she smoothed out some imaginary crinkles and subtly ripped off a price tag.

My old sweatshirt never fit so right

In the bushes nearby Ash sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by a boom box, a giant starbuck’s coffee, some snacks, and her camera phone. She watched the adorable scene in front of her and for once in a long time, dared to hope that her scheme might work this time. Just when it Seemed like Johnny was about to do something the room service delivery cart appeared out of nowhere. Ash almost screamed in frustration when they jumped apart and watched with absolute confusion as the waiter set out every course as well as some fruity drinks like Meena loved.

The waiter left without a word and Ash breathed deeply as she tried to calm down. Slowly she convinced herself that there were other opportunities tonight and this little interruption was not a bad omen. She would come to regret even thinking that.

When she looked back at the couple they had settled down onto the blanket and were just starting to eat their dishes. Meena looked up from her plate and watched as Johnny hungrily ate his meal. When he finally looked up and noticed her watching him with those baby blues his appetite disappeared and his stomach began to tie itself into knots. His throat went dry so he reached for the cocktail that he had been given, hoping that the mysterious concoction would give him a dose of liquid courage. Immediately he felt a little bit better and he went back to eating the delicious meal that had been mysteriously provided for them.

Dancing around to the radioHumming the words that you don’t know

A few minutes later he began to sweat again and he unbuttoned one button on his shirt in hopes that it would cool him down. When that didn’t work he took another sip of his drink, smacking his lips when the combination of tastes seemed to linger. He glanced over at Meena and frowned when he found her staring at him in concern, her meal abandoned.

“Wot’s wrong?” He asked but his normally deep voice came out raspy. He frowned in confusion and Meena moved closer so that she could feel his forehead.

“Are you feeling okay? Your face is really red.” She asked but this time when Johnny took a breath to reply he found that it was harder to breathe. Realization dawned on his eyes as his throat began to close up. All he got out was one word before his body began drawing panicked breaths.

“Bananas-!” Meena’s eyes widened and she scrambled for the small purse that she had brought along with her. She pulled out an Epi-pen and pressed it through his pant leg and into his thigh. Slowly Johnny’s breathing evened out and his death grip on the blanket loosened. When he opened his eyes Meena was staring down at him, her happy face scrunched up in concern.

Cross out finding an angel off my list,

All he could think to say was: “Angel, why…why do ya have an epi-pen with ya?”

Meena’s expression changed to one of amused exasperation as she let out a frightened laugh, her cheeks coloring simultaneously, “We’re on a tropical getaway and you are a reckless man with an allergy to bananas. I did the math.”

They both started laughing and Meena slowly helped Johnny sit up. Meanwhile, Ash was holding her chest where her heart was currently doing it’s best impression of an out-of-control freight train. Shakily she looked back at the blanket where miraculously, Johnny was alive and they were both laughing. All she could think in that moment was: Thank god for Meena.

At that point the dinner was set aside as Johnny slowly recovered and Meena fussed over him until he was confident enough to stand up and stretch, Meena watching him carefully. At that moment Ash still felt that the night was salvageable. It might even turn into a funny-cute getting together story. She pulled out the boombox and hit play, praying that at least this would work out the way that she imagined. Her prayers went unanswered as the boombox spewed out a country melody.

Ash stared at the boom box in horror as the soft classical music that she had been imagining went up in smoke. She peeked at the CD and groaned when she read Country Romance instead of Classical Romance. She was going to kill Gunther. In her absolute fury and almost obsessive need to go through with her master plan she sent a text to Gunther demanding that he bring the right Cd and then giving him instructions to get to her location without Johnny or Meena seeing him. After she hit send she turned back to watch her friends, her heart sinking in despair.

Thinking that it don’t get no better than this

To her surprise Johnny was straightening his horrifying shirt and offering a tentative hand to Meena. She took it shyly and Johnny boldly pulled her close until she was pressed up against him, a look of surprised pleasure on her face.

You make loving you easyYou make loving you all I wanna do

It was absolutely adorable that her best friend, the hopelessly horrifying dancer, was going to try and romance Meena with a dance to a country song. Her heart melted and she watched the two slowly sway and spin around to their own beat.

Every little smile, every single touchReminds me just how much it all makesLoving you easy

Meena savored the feeling of Johnny’s arm around her waist as they swayed slowly in the sand, the sound of the waves mixing with the random country music in an oddly pleasant way. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch contentedly. Johnny could practically feel the happiness coming off of Meena in waves and there was nothing like a near-death experience to give him some courage. Unfortunately it was the wrong type of courage because he began spinning them quicker and attempting more complicated dance moves.

Wrapped around me late at night

Ash was watching Johnny try to spice up the dancing with trepidation when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and practically growled when she saw the entire theatre family standing behind Gunther as he triumphantly presented a new CD to her.

“I said bring me a CD not every person that you could find.” She hissed at him as she gestured for them all to crouch in her tiny space. They barely fit and Ash wasn’t happy about her new spectators, but she had quickly learned that these people were way too stubborn for her to convince them to leave. So she turned around resumed watching the adorably awkward dance that her friends were doing.

“So what are we doing?” Rosita broke the silence eagerly and Ash groaned inwardly.

“I am trying to get Meena and Johnny together with a romantic night on the beach.” She gritted out and then shushed them. They whispered behind her but Ash was distracted by the imminent disaster that she couldn’t prevent.

Pillow talk by candle light

She winced when Johnny stumbled hugely on a step and backtracked into the intricate candle set up that had taken her forever. Thankfully he pulled Meena away, but one disturbed candle rolled over to the blanket and almost instantly lit the fabric on fire. They all watched mouths agape in shock as Meena screamed fire and Johnny dove for the blazing blanket. Somehow he managed to grab an untouched corner and threw it with all of his might into the sea.

Gonna slow this down and make it lastThe best things fly by us so fast

The night air was filled with the smell of burnt cloth and the sizzling sound of the flames being put out by the tide. Meena and Johnny stood there staring at the sea in disbelief for a few minutes before almost hysterical laughter erupted from both of them. They pulled each other close, balancing on each other as their laughter and adrenaline made their legs weak.

Back in the bushes Ash just dropped her head into her hands and let out a heavy sigh.

“Haz it been like zis ze whole night?” Gunther asked incredulously from somewhere behind her but Ash didn’t even lift her head to answer him.

“Pretty much.” She groaned and looked up to make sure that they were still laughing before taking a large swig of her coffee.

“Maybe we should send them some champagne.” Buster suddenly piped up, to Ash’s annoyance. She opened her mouth to shut him down and suddenly Rosita jumped in.

“Or flowers! Oooo I love flowers.” She gushed and they all began whispering excitedly.

“I think a fire extinguisher or maybe a paramedic might be a better idea.” Eddie said sarcastically from the edge of the group. Normally Ash would appreciate his sarcasm but not when it was directed at her glorious plan. She spun around and leveled a death glare at them all, which made everyone fall silent. When Buster opened his mouth to say something once more she threateningly raised one finger to her lips and then shushed him.Turning back around, Ash shook her limbs out, cracked her neck and the zeroed back in on her laughing friends. Their laughter had calmed down but they were still holding each other, their embrace slowly moving towards intimate territory.

“Wot a night yeah?” Johnny chuckled as his hands slowly ventured over Meena’s waist and up towards her face. Meena gave him a dazzling smile and giggled adorably.

“I’ll say.” She giggled again and ran her hand over Johnny’s back, fully aware that their embrace was far from just friendly. Her heart was pounding nervously but after everything that had happened that night her courage was running high. She reasoned with herself that Johnny wasn’t protesting to her advances either. The signs were good.

You make loving you easyYou make loving you all I wanna do

Except that a sudden crack of thunder startled them apart. Meena looked around in amazement as she realized that the moon and the stars had disappeared rapidly under a large, dark cloud. In an instant it was pouring rain and they were soaked through. Johnny grabbed Meena and pulled her under the shelter of a nearby palm tree.

While Ash was cursing any dirty that would listen and trying to shelter her stuff from the rain, they were huddled under the tree.

Every little smile and every single touch

Ash stubbornly watched the two forms huddled under the tree, Meena pressed so close to Johnny’s chest that they almost seemed like one person. Johnny was painfully aware that every inch of Meena was currently pressed against him and his cheeks were enflamed with embarrassment. Meena wasn’t any better with her entire face having gone red, but she was enjoying being nestled up against Johnny’s chest. Suddenly that was her favorite place in the entire world. Johnny was hypersensitive to her every touch, everywhere her skin brushed against his, his entire body felt like it was on fire. He was enjoying the touch thoroughly until he felt another, unwelcome feeling on his neck.

Reminds me just how much it all makes

Johnny practically launched them off of the tree and back into the rainstorm where he began doing a frantic jog to shake off the spiders that had been exploring his body. As soon as Meena saw the spiders she let out a piercing scream and scrambled as far away from the trees and Johnny as she could get. She ran desperately towards the ocean while Johnny wiggled around in the rain, groaning in disgust when spiders rained off of his clothes. Every hair on his body was standing on end when the rain suddenly stopped and he was left examine his soaked clothes for more of the little pests.

Oh, I wanna sing it again!

Meena cautiously approached from where she had been hiding in the water’s edge, her eyes wide and her voice trembling slightly.

“J-Johnny? Are they…are they gone?” She squeaked and once Johnny finished his self-examination he nodded. By the time she rejoined him by their dinner spot the rain cloud had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. She awkwardly fiddled with the soaked folds of her dress while Johnny slicked back his ruined hair.

You make loving you easyYou make loving you all I wanna do

“Maybe we should ah…call it a night yeah?” He grumbled, disappointed at how at every turn this evening had turned into a disaster. Everything that could have remotely gone wrong had gone wrong. Either the universe had it out for him or this was a sign that he and Meena weren’t meant to be.

“Yeah.” Meena sighed heavily as she pushed herflattened curls out of her face, “I guess we should.”

The two slowly began walking in separate directions, deep in thought and reluctant to leave.

Ash watched this morose exchange with mounting frustration. She seethed silently until her control finally broke and she threw her orange so hard that it splattered open on the concrete. She repressed a shout of rage but it just turned into a muffled demonic noise. Everything was ruined. Her hard work? Ruined. Her plans? Ruined. Her confidence in her matchmaking abilities? Ruined. She laid back in the sand and began cursing so colorfully under her breath that Rosita turned pink in shock and gaped down at the teenager.

On the beach, Johnny was staring sadly up at the moon as Meena got farther and farther away. Images of the night flashed through his mind and the most disappointing thing…was Meena’s face when he suggested that they separate for the night. Realizing that he wasn’t ready to call it quits just yet he spun around and called out to Meena, jogging through the thick sand to where she stood waiting for him.

He stopped right in front of her and grinned hugely, holding out his hand and hoping beyond hope that she felt the same magic that he did.

“Wanna go fer a walk?” He asked and Meena looked him over. He was panting, soaked, slightly burned and probably humiliated, but he was still giving her that look that made her feel like the only woman in the world. Slowly she smiled up at him and slipped her hand into his, her eyes practically shining with happiness.

“I’d love to.”

Every little smile, every single touchReminds me just how much it all makes

“Ash!” Rosita’s surprised whisper broke through her fury and she sat up, grumpily raising an eyebrow at the motherly blonde, “Look.”

Ash sat up fully and watched with wide eyes as two familiar figures ambled down the beach, hand in hand.

Loving you easy, easy, easy

Maybe the universe had their best interests in mind all the while. And maybe Ash had a little something to do with it. Whatever it was, their love, this whole plan, the whole night, suddenly seemed so easy.

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