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stargazer-balladeer · 4 years ago

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it’s my birthday soon and i’ve always felt lonely during my birthdays— so if it’s alright, can i request headcanons for scaramouche, xiao, and albedo with an s/o who only locks themselves in their bedroom because they don’t feel special enough to even celebrate their birthday? thank you 🥺

S/o’s birthday but locks themselves in their rooms because they don’t feel special [Genshin Impact]

Characters Included: Albedo, Scaramouche & Xiao

Notes: 👁👄👁 the title is so long- i don’t know how to shorten it- hshshs. Btw, HAPPY ADVANCE BDAY ANON-!! I KNOW THAT FEELING ANON- SO UR NOT ALONE 🤧🤧 if you want to talk, you can msg me anytime-! You deserve to be showered with love-! Hope ya’ll like this!

Reader’s Gender: Neutral

Warning: none

[aether, childe, diluc, kaeya, venti]

Albedo

As much as Albedo wants to remember your birthday, he just forgets because of many things running through his mind. Especially when it comes to new discovery. He’ll be so sorry when he remembered that your birthday was today-

At first, Albedo had a hard time looking for you. He asked everyone- yes even Diluc, Kaeya, Jean, Klee, everyone- but no one has seen you. Which made him worried since no one has seen you the entire day—

He would literally tear down Mondstadt trying to find you until he remembered that he hasn’t check your house yet. When he finds that you’ve been locked up in your room the entire day, it literally broke his heart- ;w;

He would feel like it’s his fault that you don’t feel special, like bro- he would have a sad puppy face on. He will put his hands on either side of your face and make you face him-

“You are special. You are like the sun. You are like a (God/Goddess). Even if you don’t feel special yourself, you’re special to me. And since you’re my beloved, my (prince/princess), you deserve all the happiness and love in the world. You deserve to feel special on your special day. So smile, I don’t want to see any tears.”

Albedo would do anything you want, probably to make up his forgetfulness- :p if you want cuddles, then cuddles you’ll get. If you want a cake or something, he’ll try to bake something, no promises though. (Its the thought that counts, right? 👀).

Albedo would use his ability of drawing and bringing them to life. He would draw all sorts of things, bunnies, squirrels, flowers, and others. He knew that you love watching him draw and bringing them to life. It honestly warms his heart knowing you love what he’s passionate about.

If you want, Albedo could talk to you about all the things he found out recently. All of the research and things he discovered. If you ever question some things regarding about what he discovered, he would happily try to explain it. (It’s honestly adorable seeing him explaining the things he discovered in his research- 🤧)

At the end of the day (around 11-), he would cuddle with you while laying beside you. Every so often, he would press a kiss on your head.

“Happy Birthday, my love. May many more to come... the next time your birthday come, I promise we’ll celebrate it together properly.”

Scaramouche

If you think that Scaramouche doesn’t care about your birthday, then you’re right-! 😃 I’m joking- (unless-). He honestly wants to spend your birthday together with you, but his duty as a Harbinger comes first.

Believe me when I say he feels guilty. Leaving you alone on your special day is honestly low, even for him. He would definitely try to finish all of his missions immediately to get back to you. He would do whatever means necessary to finish them all immediately (he might or might not have sacrificed some people in the process- 👀).

You can imagine his confusion when he couldn’t find you anywhere. He already has something set up for you, all he needs is the birthday person themselves. But he couldn’t you anywhere.

Someone better tell him to check your room or else he would literally tear down the Fatui headquarters just to look for you-! He seriously need to manage his anger- 😓

Scaramouche would find it weird to he finds out that you’ve been in your room for the entire day. At first, he didn’t understand why you’re doing this. But soon, he’ll understand. Afterall, he might’ve done that before..

This guy has no manner whatsoever as he just entered your room like he owns the place- one look at you and the next thing you know is that he’s pampering you- like he’ll be preparing a bath for you and choosing an outfit for you (he’s a fashionista, change my mind 😃). Like bro, who are you and what happened to Scaramouche?

“Tsk. You’re quite a handful, you do know that, correct? Making me go through all this effort to comfort you. Now tell me, who put that idea on your head? Was it your family? Was it someone else? I honestly want to murder whoever put that idea in your pathetic head. ‘Not special to celebrate your birthday’? Ha! Don’t make me laugh. Everyone deserves to feel special, even if its for one day. Now, stop being stubborn and enjoy it-!”

Scaramouche would pamper you so much, like his personality did a 180- he would be pressing kisses all over your body and praising you like theres no tomorrow. He would help you dry yourself and put on the outfit he chose for you. If your hair is long, he would help styling it.

He would take you on a fancy dinner date (this guy is also rich, fite me—). He would honestly spoil you lmao- so enjoy it while it lasts- 😃

“Don’t expect this everyday, okay? I’m not gonna put much effort the next time... still.. happy birthday, my beloved. Don’t ever feel like you’re not special when you’re special to me.. if you ever feel sad, come to me. Thank you for putting up with me.”

Xiao

(Yes I’ve remade the Xiao banner again- 🤧🤧 im very indecisive ik-)

Celebrating birthday? What’s that? Xiao honestly didn’t think much of it since centuries pass by with his day of birth passing each time, he never really thought much of it. Never bothered celebrating it.

But when he found out (from Verr or Rex Lapis/Zhongli) that the mortals celebrate their birthdays, he honestly doesn’t have a clue on how to celebrate it. So he might seek the help of Verr or the Traveller.

He does his best. Please give him credit for trying- ;;w;; He’ll try his best to make something for you. It won’t be anything grand. A simple picnic near Wangshu Inn with some Almond Tofu and other food-

So when the day of your birthday came, Xiao is nervous. He doesn’t know if you’ll like the surprise or not. But when he started to look for you, he was confused when he couldn’t find you before growing worried.

Unlike the other bois, he would immediately check your room before tearing the place down- when he finds you there, he’s honestly confused again- (poor bby, always getting confused- ;;w;;). When you explain to him that you just don’t feel special during your birthday, Xiao would get worried and upset-

The first thing he does is hug you. Like this is the only thing he knows about comforting someone- its not like he encountered humans that needs comforting- ;w;

“I.. don’t really know what it feels like to not feel special on your day of birth but.. you’re special to me. Isn’t that enough?”

Like broooo, he looks like a sad puppy- he’s honestly lost on what to do. You might as well need to comfort him too 😅. He would try to shower you with affections before dragging you to the picnic he set up.

He would be so relieved if you like or love the picnic he set up. As much as its embarrassing for him, he would allow you to feed him and, if you let him, feed you in return. He will continue to press some kisses on your face, head and hands. Because, like, u really deserve it- 🥺🥺

He would bring you to the highest mountain just near Wangshu Inn and enjoy the view, and possibly go stargazing with you. I can see him knowing how to make a flower crown for some reason :pp so he’ll make a flower crown out of Qingxin flowers and place it on your head-

“Happy day of birth, my love. Even as more days of birth come, I promise to make you special. Even though it’s not the grandest, I hope that my efforts and love will be enough.”

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chromatic-lamina · 2 years ago

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randomly (1053 spoilers)–bountiful bounties

First. I love this loose hinged bastard

Maybe, like Hustler, right? The guys who bring the truth to us often have a few scruples loose. Gotta pick out the wheat from the chaff.

But look at this guy.

Remind you of this guy?

I love smelling salts Kid. Oh my. Like, that’s just a head canon, but it’s so much fun.

Okay. Smouldering Surgeon!

I don’t care if he looks constipated or in pain. In conjunction with this:

We’re winning! Although, I wonder if Bepo will have such stars in his eyes when he realises that he’s no longer in Captain’s Bounty Poster picture. AND I’ll just plug my fic about Bepo’s and Chopper’s criminally low bounties, cos’ I’ve got a whole month before Oda shoots it full of holes.

Gotta give the new emperor his time to shine, right?

So, are emperors’ bounties not frozen, like the shichibukai? Maybe it was Teach’s “D” the gorosei didn’t want getting out. But thought that was common knowledge too. I’m so glad to see Law still

kinda flying under the radar (with knowledge of being a holder of the will of D, anyway). No... they don’t mention Teach’s “D”. Hmm.

Ah, you know, I always thought that CPO had real callbacks to Picasso’s art which had callbacks to a lot of African art and artefacts, and for this guy

to be called Guernica-sama, even though the more Picasso elements seem to come from seeing them as a

whole / hole / 0 /

it fits. Also, destruction. I’m probably missing something. Oda sometimes does things on a whim, but many other things he does with intention.

Okay, that was an aside. Guernica Sama sent through pictures of Joy Boy and then met his fate.

Edit in: Guernica is probably this dude:

which fits the style (Picasso’s) rather than the agent I first stated.

Shout out to my Okinawan man (above), terribly repressed under the Japanese Imperial government, all finesse, all class, knowing what is to be savoured and willing to savour it. His presence alone allowing the head chef to save face. The Okinawan kingdom was Ryukyu, btw. (Fishman Island is Ryugu).

And I love the sound of all of these delicacies, earthy, although not filling: kikurage (or possibly aragekikurage), tofu (gotta look up the specification), renkon, pickles, I don’t know the last one, everything is actually vegetable based though, AND I totally understand everyone going for festival food too, though! Oda plays such a dance between patronage to monarchs and mockery of them.

Lastly, we got our Jim Morrison wannabe here, like, his threads, man. I don’t care for Fabio Momo or Fabio long-haired Sanji, like, Ugh. But this kinda unkempt I can get into. Mix between Brook and Zoro, but RIP…

Queen and King—you placed your bets on the wrong kinda Joker, unfortunately. I love that Doflamingo is Joker. The wild card. You don’t know how much I love it. Oda has kept him alive for a reason.

BUT, to introduce a beauty such as King to wipe him out so easily, and to desiccate Queen? Where’s Jack? And is this who I think it is?

Is that Caribou? Or what I remember of him? BUT, last seen, King and Queen in Onigashima, now in Udon, apparently. And Caribour too? Oda’s got a few too many loose ends to be able to tie them all up.

My thoughts on Robin and Kozuki Sukiyaki are here.

oh, wait. Gotta get these guys in.

Bepo with squid and Ikkaku with shaved ice and bubble tea. I think that Shachi’s probably got some potato croquettes or something similar.

Lookit! Just Lookit! I think Killer’s got himself a bunch of takoyaki there, though could be wrong, and Oda’s portraying the Kid pirates as slightly less alcoholic than the Hearts. I bet he sometimes regrets making the Hearts so generic, BUT I guess it’s easier to draw them.

And Killer wasn’t too worried about Kid’s murderous intent and competitiveness, so I guess we shouldn’t be either. And I think Oda’s having too much fun drawing cartoon eyes popping from the face.

Guess Law is right. If Luffy’s aim is to bring down all the four yonkou—

what does he do now that he’s his own target?

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yunmiyh · 4 years ago

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━ ❖ (jeon heejin, cis female, she/her) hey thank you for coming to town hall to update your information shim yunmi! you’re a citizen correct? good to know! are you enjoying yourself around yunhwa? you’ve been staying here for 18 years? i’m glad! remind me, are you born on 07/01/2000? we’re so lucky to have someone so passionate around as a stall owner (mimi's mini modiste) at bimikil market square even if sometimes you can be insecure. hope to see you around house #3021, hwesakgu!

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hi everyone! yinyi here! i’ve been so excited for the rp to open and have been just sitting here with bated breath. and now that the day has come i don’t even know where to start. i guess i can start by introducing my daughter. this is yunmi, the oldest twin in the shim house, born a mere 11 minutes and 38 seconds before her sister, but she’ll always say it was a day because well... it technically was a day. anyways! she’s a nervous wreck of a child and doesn’t really know what she wants in life besides doing something in fashion. she owns a stall in the bimikil market square where she sells custom made clothing and accessories.

if you’d liked to know more click on the “read more” and if you heart this post, i’m assuming you want to plot and i’ll be coming to you!

profile - background - plots

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tldr;

she was born on january 7th, 2000 at 11:55pm in yunhwa, south korea. her mother is a tailor at madam micha’s, only because she was good at it and made decent money. her other hated her job with a passion and held a grudge against her own mother for making her learn. her father is a security guard at the town hall.

yunmi and yunhee grew up in the care of their grandparents as their parents worked long hours and didn’t have time themselves to worry about the two girls at home. yunmi learned the craft from her grandmother and would spend all day inside sewing, knitting, and crocheting. growing up, she pricked herself more times than she can count, but she enjoyed it anyways.

her parents always had different plans for her, and so when they saw that she was deviating from their plans they weren’t happy. they tried their hardest to convince her to do something else, anything besides fashion and sewing. but her grandma was supportive of her. she slipped all the money she had saved up and told her to apply to a school in paris.

and so yunmi found herself on a plane to paris the next summer, spending two wonderful years in the beautiful country of france and learning all the techniques and designing tidbits that one could only learn from professionals. her dream almost felt reachable until news came from korea that her grandmother had passed away. the one person who cared about her, gone.

yunmi immediately dropped everything and flew back to korea. in a sheer panicked moment. but now that she was back, she didn’t know what to do with herself. her home no longer felt like home without the presence of her grandmother. she didn’t feel like she had the heart to back to school anymore when she lost the one thing that mattered to her.

using what was left of the money her grandmother gave her, yunmi desperately grabbed at anything that could possibly make her feel like herself again. she bought a stall in the market in hopes that by practicing her craft and having some roots, she would be able to find herself. somehow she would try to make a home for herself in the little town she grew up in. or maybe she’ll realize her wings were made to be spread and she would take flight instead. but for now, the stall was her everything. mimi’s mini modiste was all she needed.

wanted connections

childhood friends - yunmi grew up in town all her life. although her closest friend is her sister with whom she did everything, it would be nice for her to have other friends as well. classmates, childhood playdates, people she used to be close to but rarely ever talk anymore, bestfriends from birth, that type of thing

crushes-that-pretend-to-be-just friends - i just think that it would be cute to have mutual pining, but they both think neither one likes the other, so they’re “just friends.” nothing has to come from this, btw.

used-to-be-friends - people she used to be super close with, but then due to circumstances and misunderstandings, or because one or the other moved away they’re not as close anymore. depending on the situation, they could even be full on enemies.

mutual friends - people she met through other people, or even her sister.

casual friends - growing up in a small town, you pretty much know everyone. maybe they’re not close, but they’re on good terms and will even hang out sometimes when there’s no one else

yumni is very trusting, almost to a fault, so she wouldn’t even realize it if someone was using her for their means. she’s a people-pleaser upon that as well. so having someone pretend to be her friend just to get free stuff or to get her to do things for them is always wanted.

family. it’s a small town, there’s bound to be cousins and half-cousins, and cousins twice removed, and cousins not by blood but by bonds, around here somewhere.

people who frequent her stall looking for cute accessories and to browse her catalogue of completed clothing pieces. she makes homemade brooches, bows, and head bands. for the guys she also has handmade ties, neck ties, and pocket squares.

anything and everything. my brain is tofu right now, i’ll add more later.

#━━ ⟢ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴅɴᴇss ⋰ * ✧ MUN SPEAKS.#introyh #tw: death #tw: mentions of death

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floatservices · 4 years ago

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wrong numbers/right answers

iwaizumi hajime/reader wc: 3.9k

When Hajime had started catching feelings for the mystery number, he'd rationalised that it could never be you. Slowly but surely, his mystery texter had been getting him out the slump Iwaizumi had been feeling over his unrequited feelings, and instead of wondering about you, he was wondering when the next mystery number text would come.

But now you're her and she's you and his brain is going to explode. He doesn't have enough brain cells for this.

Curse this stupid, stinking crush.

“You've been on that damn phone for, what, 30 minutes now?” Iwaizumi growls, waving Oikawa's less than impressive test score across said boy’s face. “What are you, texting a new girlfriend?”

“Iwa-chan, I'm flattered you think I have a new girlfriend!” Oikawa’s ecstatic, typing with one hand and snatching away the sheet away with the other. “But no, I'm just trying to have a good time with our favorite classmate,” Oikawa metaphorically dangles you in front of him, and smirks as his friend’s eyes widen. “Oho, I’ve got your attention now, have I?”

Iwaizumi wrinkles his nose, trying to get the test back. “Shut up, shittykawa. If I knew her better, I'd apologize to her because she has to deal with the likes of you.”

The spiker makes a wild lunge for the test paper, because they came to his house to study, not so his disgraceful excuse of a best friend could tease him about a girl, but Oikawa leans just out of reach, his long arms stretching as far as they could.

“You wound me, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa chuckles, shuffling the paper under the cushion he was sitting on. “My test score wasn’t that bad, anyways-“

“You call a 52% a good grade?!”

“Well, it's a pass, isn’t it? I have more important things on my mind, anyways, like beating Ushiwaka, texting my favorite girl in class, don’t you have something to do? Oh, wait! I forgot that you were-”

“Shittykawa," Iwaizumi cuts in, a seething expression on his face, but Oikawa pays no mind. "If you finish that sentence-“

“-Socially awkward! You can’t even talk to her without blushing! But funny how that doesn’t happen when you talk to anyone else like that, hmm, Iwa-chan?”

Hajime gets up and launches himself across the chabudai, tackling Oikawa, a fist raised.

It’s 8am when Iwaizumi gets a text.

From: ??? To: You rinrin this is you right!?? buddy???!! pls send me ur jpnese lit hw I NEED HELP otherwise tatsuya-sensei will have me impaled bro my entrails will be sacrificed to whoever the hell Yamada Kai was, helpppp!

There’s a string of different crying emojis after that, which Iwaizumi finds adorable. He doesn’t know who this is, but it’s obvious that the poor guy went to Aoba Johsai. The woman who taught Japanese Literature was famous around the school for being a harsh marker and a harsher teacher style. They’d been studying Yamada’s works so far, and Iwaizumi expects whoever sent it was panicking- it was 8, school started 8:30, and English was their second lesson of the day (or it was for tomorrow, because Classes 3-4 didn’t have Literature today, but Iwaizumi assumes it’s today, otherwise they wouldn’t be this distraught.)

He glances at his watch- he had a few minutes to spare. He fishes his work out his bag, and he thanks God he's used his best handwriting (Tatsuya-sensei had caused quite the scene photocopying his work last time, showing off to the entire Class-2 how “insufferably illegible” his print was,) hoping whoever was behind the screen could read it. He takes a quick picture of it, making sure it’s not blurry and the script is clear before sending it off and hurrying out of his house.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You [sent: IMG20151219] you’ve got the wrong number but i’m from seijou too. this is the worksheet you mean?

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You aaa i’m so sorry for sending it to the wrong number!

but yes, it is the right one! thank you so much, i owe you one, mystery man!

Oikawa’s waiting for him outside as always, and Iwaizumi deliberately speeds up so he can walk past. Behind him, Oikawa makes a sort of whine from the back of his throat, quickening his pace to fall in next to him.

“What’s gotten you so cheery?” Oikawa asks, and Iwaizumi realizes he’s been smiling. He replaces it with a scowl, quickly shoving his phone in his pocket so Oikawa can’t get anymore curious.

“It’s no thanks to you.” Iwaizumi quips, and Oikawa pouts.

Iwaizumi only risks a reply when he gets to school, because Oikawa Tooru will never shut up if he sees him texting someone that is so obviously a girl.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You how do you know it's a guy..? for all you know i could be a girl, you know.

He gets a reply soon after.

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You well, if you are a girl, i'm sorry!! i didn't mean anything by it... also i kinda assumed you were a guy because of your handwriting.

He should be offended by that, right? Right. He’s offended by it. He's about to defend himself when his phone buzzes with another message.

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You SHIT I'M SO SORRY THAT WAS RUDE TO SAY!! I BET YOU WON'T TALK TO ME ANYMORE

IT'S UNDERSTANDABLE IF YOU DO...

He blinks, an ungraciously amused smile making it's way onto his face. He leaves his phone alone for the school day, because his teacher has just walked in. He figured he'd reply to you after school, just before volleyball.

It's kind of a mistake, because he comes back to 12 more messages, each message reading a variant of "I'm sorry," the amount of sincerity in each message growing as the hours passed by. He figures it's time to ease the stranger out her misery, and begins typing his reply.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You no need to get worked up on it, lmao you planned on talking to me again?

While waiting, he has enough time to go to the clubroom early and change out of his school uniform to his jersey. He's halfway through fixing one half of his laces when his phone pings.

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You it's because i thought i owed you one.... but i guess if you don't want to talk it's okay lol

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You i hope it's not me that offended you this time. i do want to talk. you seem... cool?

He hits the send button, rereads it, and recoils. That sounds awkward.

Iwaizumi starts typing more.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You besides, you don't know me. how are you gonna give back (whatever. i don't know how! you're the one that wants to owe me.) if you don't even know me?

From: Crying Emoji lmao To: You won't it be funner if it's a mystery?

i guess... we could help each other out! anytime we need hw help we just call each other, like a private help line.

(also, why the question mark? of course i'm cool!)

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You i think that sounded less creepy in your head.

(sure, you're cool. [heavy sarcasm, if you can't tell.])

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

is that a no?

(rude!)

Iwaizumi stares at the screen. Well, he didn't really mind. And whoever this was sounded pretty trustworthy, and not a random creep that pretended to be a Seijou student in their free time. His time to deliberate is cut short, because Oikawa slams the clubroom doors open, singing a Christmas carol Iwaizumi didn't recognise, along with Hanamaki and Matsukawa, who were discussing what kind of forfeit Oikawa had to pay today if he didn't set as well as he should; ramen or oden?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You fuck why not

i'll be looking forward to... being helped out? bye.. i'll talk later.

my best friend is here and i'm not ready for him to annoy me straight to satan's asscrack.

Iwaizumi whips the phone away from Oikawa's line of vision, only letting him see his asscrack remark. (It backfired, because Oikawa spends all of the time from putting his shoes on to the start of practice whinging.) The boys slowly file out of the clubroom, Kunimi shutting off the lights as the door softly clicks closed.

Iwaizumi's phone lights up in his blazer pocket, a simple "see you later!" on the screen that brightens the whole room up.

___

It's two weeks later when Iwaizumi needs the help he's been promised. He opens up his chat- they'd just been talking last night about Seijou's annual fair, and what they each were going to do.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You hey english is kicking my ass

can you help a me out please

To: You From Crying Emoji lmao ofc !! what do you need help with

i would let u copy my answers but i feel like you actually have to learn english at some point phone-chan lol

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You the english were on crack when they

made up their language i swear

does the sentence "the star shine brightly" work

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

LMFAO

weh that's a trick question

"shone" is for no object and "shined" is for when here's no object. so like shone works for 'light' and shined can be for like

a car headlight

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You what the hell

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao ikr english is crazy

you also forgot the "d" at the end lol

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You that one is on me that's simple

but the other thing isn't. aren't the both shining anyway? what's the point in having two. i hate this devil language i swear

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

if it helps no one really cares and i think

you could get away with either english has a lot of rules and no one follows them sooooo... it's whatever!!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You

try telling that to fukuoda-sensei i swear that guy has a grudge against me or smthn

To: You

From: Crying Emoji lmao WAHAHAHA i had him last year.... he literally hates fun i don't think i've ever seen him smile

good luck with that phone-chan :P

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You

one last question btw

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

ooh okay shoot!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You what's 好きな食べ物は揚げ出し豆腐 in english

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao ...

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You don't tell me you don't know :(

To: You From Crying Emoji lmao phone-chan, if i say i'll make your agedashi tofu for the festival tmrw will you please stop making vague hints towards it for the rest of the night?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You :)

To: You From Crying Emoji lmao the things i do for you, phone chan!

___

"Iwa-chan, don't eat too much." Oikawa says, blinking as he tries to process the sheer amount of beancurd his friend is wolfing down.

"Says the person who hogged all the milk bread once." Iwaizumi retorts, rolling his eyes. "This is one plate of tofu, unlike when you once wasted 2000 yen to buy the school's entire daily stock of milk bread so you could eat it." He pauses to finish another cube of his favourite food. "And school milk bread doesn't even taste that great."

"It was cheap, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa tries to defend himself. "Makki, Matssun, help me out here!"

Matsukawa only shrugs, and when prompted by Oikawa to give a 'real' answer, he sides with Iwaizumi, apologizing sheepishly.

"Sorry to admit it Captain," He chuckles, "But I don't really like school food anyways."

Iwaizumi shoots Oikawa a teasing smirk, and Oikawa's just about to say something when Hanamaki pipes up.

"I like it," Makki makes a non-committal gesture, and Oikawa looks happy with that. "I mean, sure, school food isn't that great but I think the milk bread is the only good thing about it."

"Like striking gold in a coalmine!" Oikawa nods his approval, and Iwaizumi just sighs. Looking around, he spots you out of the corner of his eye, looking as good as usual and serving a few parents and students. He knows he can't call you because he'd end up sweating through his blazer, so he asks another classmate instead.

"Okuhara-kun," He calls, waving to a boy in his class. "Do you know who made the tofu?"

The boy shakes his head. "Whoever it was came early to drop it off. It had a note with it though."

This gets Iwaizumi's attention. She'd left something for him? "Oh? What did it say?"

"Uh- this is an exact quote, by the way- 'Phone-chan, don't you dare!'" Okuhara replies, drawing out quotation marks in the air. When Iwaizumi lets out a loud laugh, he takes it for disbelief.

"Is it... really that funny?" He questions, looking bemused.

Hajime grins. "Not really."

____

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You you didn't even drop any hints!

all you gave me was a note that told me to go away

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao i knew you'd go looking, phone-chan! my intuition is as good as ever!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You unfair. that was like, my best friend's level of unfair.

so unfair that i'm thinking about moving my best friend back to the top of my favourites list :/

That was a bold faced lie. Oikawa had never been on the top of his favourites list: that was reserved solely for Makki.

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao you wound me!

who is this best friend?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You

not telling lol

you'd know who i was then

To: You

From: Crying Emoji lmao spare hint ma’am?

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You you didn't give me any!

and you're the one who wanted to keep it a secret in the first place :/

...but fine.

he's on the volleyball team

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao oikawa!!??

To: Crying Emoji lmao

From: You ... :( yeah

see i told you!

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao actually, i don't know the vb team that well. oikawa's one of the only guys i know because he's popular. and loud

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You oh so i’m not popular?

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao aww phone-chan it’s not like that <3 ur popular in my heart :)

Iwaizumi curses at the blush that follows reading that. He will not allow himself to get flustered over that, it was a joke!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You gee thanks

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao besides i still know the third years! i'm just saying i don't know them that well!!

hanamaki, matsukawa and iwaizumi. they're a close friend group, so i expect one of then is you

When he reads his name, he doesn't know whether to deny it completely, or confirm that it's him. Hajime puts his phone down and paces for a bit, wondering if he's fucked up. When he checks his phone again, chewing on his lip, he guffaws at the message they've left.

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao ...judging from how you're not replying, you are.

but since i don't know which one, i'll decide on calling you phone-chan, yeah?

When Iwaizumi met whoever they were, he was gonna give them a lecture of a lifetime about not being a smartass.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You fine, yeah. i am one of them. but now you owe me a hint too!

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao

well, i suppose i do!

i'm one of the girls in the class that actually has oikawa's number. he half forced me to give it to him, actually, but it's still been fun talking with him.

(not as much as talking with you, phone-chan!)

and i also totally get why he's annoying.

Iwaizumi feels a tiny bit of jealously bubbling up- irrational, because he's only been texting them for about half a month. His friend's statement about liking talking with him more than Oikawa makes him a little pleased, because people didn't usually pick his pretty best friend over him (selfish, yeah, but he's tired of girls asking him to deliver chocolates to the setter and befriending him in hopes of getting closer to Tooru.)

But girls who had his number? Only the ones Oikawa actually had an interest in.

The grand total of the people in his class with the brunet's number was three, because as courteous and as flirtatiously he acts, he accepts and turns down people normally, and doesn't like hurting girls as much as his playboy rep boasts (Iwaizumi's always liked that about him.) The three girls he knew of consisted of Aoi, his ex, Reina, who unbeknownst to Oikawa at the time, swang the other way, and...

You.

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao i know that aoi, reina and (name) has his number...

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao well, one of them is certainly me!

we're both down to three, phone-chan. even ground!

Iwaizumi feels the world cave in on himself, reading the message over and over. Aoi was a nice guy, but he was also the same brand of pompous that Hajime disliked and Oikawa had found cute. They’d ended it horribly, so Hajime was decidedly not looking forward to the possible outcome that it was him, so he casts away the thought before it can solidify in his mind’s eye. Reina didn’t even like guys, so if you were you…

Huh. His mouth’s gone dry suddenly.

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You cool cool

hey i'm gonna head to bed i gotta emotionally prepare for voluntarily walking into japanese lit class with tatsuya sensei on my ass

sorry to cut it short

To: You From: Crying Emoji lmao aw don't worry about it phone-chan <3

good night! and see you tmrw, whether we know it or not!!

To: Crying Emoji lmao From: You sleep well

Iwaizumi curses during the 5th hour of trying to sleep. Curse this stupid, stinking crush.

___

He wishes he hadn't asked. He's fine with his favorite crying emoji user knowing who he is, but knowing that it's you sort of struck a pang in his heart that couldn't be undone. He can't concentrate in class, and though he fights it because Oikawa's caught on to this habit, he finds himself staring at you instead of listening to the teacher. The whole situation was annoying!

First he thinks you're cute but he'd chalked it up to never working out because Oikawa had managed to snag your number. Then Oikawa assures him that it's platonic and they only talk about school work which is, to say the least, bullshit, because Oikawa can't actually text without getting distracted. His best friend has a tendency to rant about volleyball or start gossiping when his phone is within reach, and it's why his study sessions happen with Hajime next to him (and even with him, Oikawa still manages to get his grubby hands on his phone.) His best friend was absolutely up to something, and it had been killing Iwaizumi that he didn't know what it was.

And then he'd gotten that cute, fated, statistically impossible text from a wrong number, and fallen into a cute flirting-but-not-really routine. They were kind, sweet, and willing to help him with trivial things like homework and make him his favorite food.

It was easier not really knowing who it was! That was mean to admit, sure, but even when Hajime had started catching feelings for the mystery number, he'd rationalised that it could never be you. Slowly but surely, his mystery texter had been getting him out the slump he had been feeling over his unrequited feelings, and instead of wondering about you, he was wondering when the next mystery number text would come.

But now you're her and she's you and his brain is going to explode. He doesn't have enough brain cells for this.

Hajime sighs, looking away from you and back to his worksheet. Algebra stares back at him with no mercy. "I have no brain cells." He mutters, amending his thoughts. In the seat next to him, Oikawa chuckles lightly.

"You've got enough to stare at her, though." He whispers, and Hajime feels his blood boiling. "I swear, when the bell rings, I'm going to-"

The teacher clears her throat loudly. "Iwaizumi-san, if you could refrain from speaking until I've finished..."

Iwaizumi feels his hot rage flood into his cheeks as embarrassment instead. "Of course, sorry sensei."

You catch his eye as he averts his eyes from the teacher, and you smile encouragingly. Hajime thinks the knot in his forehead gets worse. He feels himself go hotter, somehow, and quickly goes back to looking at his math equations. Oikawa's still fucking smirking.

"Denial, Iwa-chan."

There's something fishy in the way that Oikawa texted the group chat about getting lunch. Firstly, Oikawa liked western food for whatever reason, and whenever he asked to go out, he would picked a pricey French place. The rest of the team would debate for about 8 minutes before usually settling on a cheap soba place near the town centre. He'd claimed it was for a post-midterms celebration, and since the Christmas holidays had started, they might as well go somewhere altogether, as a team.

But Oikawa's suggested this expensive ramen place (which... alright, it's not like Oikawa never eats Japanese. But he doesn't prefer it, and Hajime is paranoid about whatever plan his best friend has hatched) and instead of shouting at him to lower the price, Makki and Mattsun agree immediately. Iwaizumi knows Makki is broke this week, after having to buy a replacement volleyball for the one they popped while roughhousing, so he doesn't understand why he'd agree to blowing 2000 yen on a single bowl of ramen.

The rest of the third years decline or agree. Iwaizumi thinks this is for plausible deniability, to make him think it's all alright. But when Oikawa @'s him in chat to confirm for the coming Thursday, he grudgingly agrees. He's wanted to try that ramen place for a while, anyway, and he's putting too much thought into this. It was just lunch with the team. It's fine.

Then the coming Thursday rolls around, and he's been standing outside the ramen place for 5 minutes and no-one is here and he's going to kill Oikawa-

To: [crying baby noises] From: You oikawa i swear to god where the fuck is everyone. i'm going to aim every spike in practice to you i swear. yahaba would help me

To: You From: [crying baby noises] WAHAHAHA it's okay iwa-chan, someone else you like much better than our sweaty volleyball team is coming ☆⌒(ゝ。∂)

To: [crying baby noises] From: You die in a ditch

To: You From: [crying baby noises] you won't be saying that after ur first date! (☆ω☆)

here's her number, since ur gonna need it!

[CRYING BABY NOISES] HAS SENT YOU A CONTACT

Iwaizumi grumbles the entire time he's punching in the number, intending to tell you that you've been set up and you don't need to bother coming, but his phone shows up with an error that he's already got the number saved. He stares at the notification, blinking once, twice, before the elation sets in and-

"Ah, Iwaizumi?" You call his name, walking quickly towards him and giving him a bashful smile. "Sorry I'm late. I wasn't worried because I thought it was just going to be Oikawa talking my ear off, but he texted me to say... well."

He just says your name, blushing but still grinning. You chuckle, and the little display of happiness pushes him to at least try and say something, "Oikawa gave me your number, but..." Iwaizumi trails off.

"He sent yours too." You explain, pulling your phone out and, at last, he's given proof that you're the mystery number and his grin manages to get wider. The cool winter air bites less than it did before. "But I already had it saved."

"Me too." Hajime says, taking a step closer to you and taking a hand tentatively. Your fingers slip between his, and your cheeks are pink from more than just the cold.

"I had a feeling it was you." You admit, still looking at him the way you do in his dreams. "It's nice to finally meet you properly, Phone-chan."

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu!! imagines #this was SO hard to format please like n subscribe SKDVGSLKJFDLSK #this was crossposted to ao3 !#also i should rly write smthn huh. like something actually new

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Ever Since New York

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Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: After his junior year, Jughead goes to New York for a writing internship.

Warnings: some swearing, you might cry

Word count: 4,574

A/N: umm first of all thank you for 7000 followers?? holy crap. anywho wowowow this is by far the longest thing I’ve ever written. It’s based off of the song “Ever Since New York” from Harry Styles’s album (which I love btw). This is probably my favorite thing I’ve ever written tbh. Hope you all enjoy!

Tell me something, tell me something You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do

After years of saving the money he earned at the Twilight Drive-In and other odd jobs, Jughead finally had enough to buy a plane ticket to New York. He had discovered a writing internship there that he knew he had to do. It didn’t take much effort to convince his dad to allow him to go; in fact, FP even offered to pitch in some money. Jughead refused, claiming that he wanted to do this all on his own. He wanted to deserve this internship as much as possible.

He started talking to Veronica frequently, asking her about her time in New York. She, of course, gladly answered all of Jughead’s questions. She was glad to finally bond with her boyfriend’s best friend.

Jughead also pestered Betty with questions, seeing as she had done an internship similar to his two summers ago. It was a bit awkward at first, since the two of them used to date. However, they both got over their awkwardness for the sake of preparing Jughead for his internship.

“It’s really amazing,” Betty told him. “It’s a great experience, and you’ll learn so much.”

“What are other people like?” Jughead inquired. “Are they pricks?”

“Sometimes,” Betty laughed. “It depends. Do you know how many other people are participating in the internship?”

“Just one,” he answered, shrugging. “I don’t know who it is though.”

“Well, if they’re a jerk then that’s gonna suck,” she offered. “But if they’re nice, they may become one of the closest friends you’ll ever have.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Betty replied and nodded. “You’re gonna spend all summer with this other person. They’re either gonna drive you up the wall or become your new best friend.”

I need something, tell me something new Choose your words, ‘cause there’s no antidote For this curse, oh, what’s it waiting for? Must this hurt you just before you go?

“Have fun in New York, Jug.” FP patted his son on the back as they stood at the airport gate. Betty, Veronica, Archie, Fred Andrews, and Kevin stood behind FP, all wearing supportive smiles. Jughead glanced around at the group who followed him to the airport, filled with admiration of his friends and family.

“Thank you guys,” he said, fighting back a giant grin. “You didn’t all have to come, though.”

“Of course we did,” Fred Andrews argued. “We’re not gonna see you all summer, Jughead. We have to give you a proper send-off.”

“Well, proper send-off achieved,” Jughead laughed. He watched as others in the line began to move. “I guess I should go now. Thanks for this. See you all in August.” As he turned on his heel and walked away, the group of six gleefully waved at Jughead’s retreating figure.

“You aren’t worried about Jughead all alone in a giant city?” Fred asked FP as they exited the airport.

“Nah,” FP responded, waving his hand. “He’s a smart kid, he’ll find his way.”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

“Hi, I’m Jughead Jones,” he introduced himself at the front desk. “I’m here for the writing internship.”

The lady sitting behind the desk glanced up at Jughead. “Ah, yes! We’ve been expecting you, Mr. Jones!” she exclaimed, standing from her chair.

“Oh, am I late?” Jughead inquired.

The lady shook her head. “Oh no, not at all. Your counterpart just got here early, so we’ve been waiting for you to start.”

“My counterpart?”

“Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” she gestured to a girl sitting on a chair against the wall, flipping through a magazine. The girl perked up when she heard her name, and saw Jughead and the receptionist staring at her.

“Is this him?” (Y/N) questioned, standing up and setting the magazine down. Jughead noticed it was a TIME magazine.

“Yes,” the receptionist answered. “(Y/N), this is Jughead Jones.” Jughead stuck his hand out to shake, and (Y/N) firmly shook his hand.

“I hope you’re not an asshole,” she blatantly said as they released hands, “because we’re gonna be stuck with each other all summer.”

“I was thinking the same thing about you,” he quipped.

(Y/N) raised her eyebrow in interest. “Quick-witted,” she noted with a smirk forming on her face. “I like it.”

“You better,” Jughead fired back, biting back a grin. “Like you said, we’ll be around each other all summer.”

“If we were together any longer, I’d worry about you falling in love with me,” she jokingly warned. “So be careful.”

Brooklyn saw me, empty at the news There’s no water inside this swimming pool

“When’d you get here?” (Y/N) asked as she and Jughead exited the building, their first day of the internship finished.

“Two days ago,” Jughead answered with his hands in his pockets. “What about you?”

“Last week.” Her pace was quick, and she seemed determined to get somewhere. “Are you hungry? Because I’m starving.”

“I would love some food,” Jughead almost moaned at the thought of food. He was only able to scarf down a small lunch in the midst of the business.

“I know this great burger place,” (Y/N) explained as she led the way to the restaurant. “It’ll make every other burger you’ve ever eaten seem like a pile of shit on a bun.”

“I doubt that,” Jughead scoffed. “There’s a diner where I’m from that makes the best burgers you’ll ever eat.”

“Where are you from?”

“Riverdale,” he said. “Pop’s diner, that’s what it’s called. If you ever find yourself in Riverdale, stop by Pop’s. Trust me, you’ll thank me.”

“Well we’re not in Riverdale right now, Jughead Jones,” (Y/N) reminded him. “So you should thank your lucky stars that I am your counterpart, because I’ve been here for the past week. You know what I’ve been doing for that week? Exploring, Jones. I have tried and evaluated twenty-one restaurants, and I know where to go for whatever you’re craving.”

“What if I’m craving Korean food?” he quizzed.

“32nd street, there’s a great Korean grill,” she immediately responded.

“Ethiopian?”

“There’s a quaint little place on 135th street.”

“What if I want to get wasted?” Jughead smirked.

“There’s a club a couple of blocks away with shitty security,” (Y/N) answered with a smirk equally as wide. “Or maybe I was just an exception, seeing as how attractive I am.”

“I think you overestimate yourself,” he scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes.

(Y/N) lightly slapped him on the arm. “I do not!” she retaliated.

“Whatever, keep lying to yourself.” Jughead quickened his pace, leaving (Y/N) behind him.

“Hey!” she called out, rushing to catch up to him. “You better not leave me! You don’t even know where you’re going.”

“You’re still here,” he noted, casually wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Lead the way, (Y/N).”

Almost over, had enough from you And I’ve been praying, I never did before

“God, this food sucks,” (Y/N) whispered, gesturing towards the plates of Japanese food sitting in front of her and Jughead. “That place we ate at last week was so much better.”

“True,” Jughead agreed with a mouthful of food. “But this place is cheaper.”

“Rightfully so!” she exclaimed, jabbing at her tofu with a chopstick. Jughead silently laughed and shook his head, continuing to eat his fried rice. He watched as (Y/N) picked at her dish, examining each aspect of the meal.

It had been three weeks since their internship had begun, and Jughead and (Y/N) quickly became close friends. They bonded over the overwhelming amount of work at their internship and their food-discovering adventures. Jughead didn’t know how he would’ve survived an entire summer in New York without (Y/N) by his side. They even stayed at the same hotel, so during a sleepless night, one would wake the other and stay up all night talking. On those nights, they would drink hot chocolate.

“I’ve got the check tonight, Jug,” (Y/N) said, snapping Jughead out of his thoughts as she took the bill from the waitress. Jughead furiously shook his head.

“No, (Y/N), you got dinner yesterday,” he protested, reaching out towards the bill. “I’ll cover it tonight.”

“You got lunch!” she exasperatedly exclaimed. “I can handle it. Dinner wasn’t even expensive last night or tonight.”

Jughead huffed as the waitress returned and took (Y/N)’s money. “Fine,” he pouted, “but we’re gonna go out for desert, and I’m paying for it.”

“Fine.”

“Ice cream?” Jughead offered, standing from his chair. (Y/N) followed suit, and they exited the diner. She slowly grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“I’m feeling frozen yogurt tonight,” she countered his offer, grinning up at him.

“What’s the difference?” Jughead playfully scoffed, trying not to blush at their hand-holding. They had started doing it last week after he almost lost (Y/N) in a giant mass of people.

“I swear to God, Jug, you said the same thing last week, and I explicitly explained it to you.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “Ice cream is-”

“Made with cream, whereas frozen yogurt is a yogurt-based treat,” Jughead quoted what (Y/N) had told him last week.

“I knew you paid attention to me.”

Understand I’m talking to the walls I’ve been praying ever since New York

In the middle of the night, the phone started ringing. Jughead, still half-asleep, answered it with his eyes remaining shut.

“You can come over,” he said, not waiting for the caller to initiate the conversation.

“Okay,” (Y/N)’s quiet voice responded, and she hung up. A few moments later, a soft knock resonated through Jughead’s hotel room. He rolled off of his bed, throwing on a t-shirt, and opened the door. (Y/N) stood in the doorway, slightly shaking.

“You cold?” Jughead murmured. (Y/N) wordlessly nodded. He gently grabbed her arm and led her inside, shutting the door behind them. He stripped the blanket off from his bed and draped it over her shoulders, wrapping (Y/N) in the soft white material. (Y/N) smiled up at him.

“Why do you put up with me?” she asked, sitting on his bed. Jughead mimicked her actions and sat next to her.

“What do you mean?” he questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

“How are you not sick of me?” she elaborated. “I mean, we’ve been constantly hanging out for, what, a month and a half now? You know if I’m annoying you, you can just tell me. I’ll back off.”

“Why would you annoy me?” he asked, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist and pulled her into his lap. “You’re the best part about this internship.”

“You’re full of shit.”

“I’m not,” Jughead lightly laughed, slightly nudging her. “I’m serious, (Y/N). Before I came, I was asking my friend Betty about internships. She did one two years ago, so she knew what she was talking about. She told me that the people I’ll meet during this internship will either drive me up the wall or become one of my closest friends.”

“So I haven’t driven you up the wall?” (Y/N) inquired with a tentative smile.

“Of course not,” Jughead laughed loudly this time. A moment of silence ensued, both (Y/N) and Jughead overwhelmed by sleepiness.

“Is Betty your girlfriend?” (Y/N) broke the silence, staring up at Jughead.

“No,” he muttered, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “She was,” he admitted, “but not anymore.”

“What happened?”

“Nothing bad,” he shrugged. “Sometimes things just don’t work out, you know?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) muttered. “I had a boyfriend.”

“Really? That’s shocking.”

“Shut up!” she whined, elbowing him. “Yes, I had a boyfriend. He was actually a total dickhead.”

“How?” Jughead asked, growing concerned.

(Y/N) looked up at him and giggled. “Oh, you’re worried,” she cooed, placing a hand on his chin. Jughead swatted it away.

“Sue me,” he retorted, but then grew serious. “But really, what happened?”

“Nothing bad,” she replied, facing away from Jughead. “We were dating for a while, and… I don’t know. He never really supported me in anything. He wasn’t nice to any of my friends, and I didn’t notice for so long because I was so fucking smitten. Eventually it hit me one day, and I realized that he was horrible. So, naturally, I dumped him.”

“As one does,” Jughead nodded, nonchalantly tracing patterns on (Y/N)’s right arm with his thumb.

(Y/N) slumped and sighed. “What time is it?”

Jughead glanced at the clock with its blaring, bright red numbers. “Three o’clock.”

“Jesus,” she muttered, rubbing her eyes. “I should… I should get back to my room.” She jumped off the bed and trekked towards the door, her bare feet dragging on the carpet.

“Wait,” Jughead commanded, grabbing her arm. “Don’t go, it’s too late.”

“You say that as if I have to walk across New York City,” (Y/N) joked. “It’s fine, Jug, my room is down the hall. I’m not gonna get mugged.”

“No, but you may fall over before you reach your room,” he countered with a lighthearted smirk. “Just stay here tonight, okay?” (Y/N), too tired to argue, needed no more convincing as she turned around and climbed into Jughead’s bed. He laid down, patting the space next to him. (Y/N) tentatively settled next to him, slowly resting her head on the neighboring pillow. “You can get closer than that, you know,” he told her, amused by her unusually timid nature. She hesitantly scooted closer to him, until she was near enough for Jughead to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against his chest. “That’s better,” he whispered into her hair. She draped one arm around his torso, the other arm tucked under their now-shared pillow.

“Night, Jug,” she murmured, eyes already closed. He smiled at her.

“Goodnight, (Y/N).”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

“Oh, Jughead, how is it?” Betty eagerly asked, her face displayed on his laptop screen.

“It’s been great,” Jughead answered.

“What restaurants have you tried?” Veronica questioned from her spot next to Betty.

“A bunch,” he vaguely replied. “(Y/N) is attempting to try every restaurant in New York City. I think it’s impossible, but she’s determined.”

“Who is (Y/N)?” Archie inquired, popping his head into the camera’s view.

Jughead laughed, “Where do I begin? She’s my ‘counterpart’ for the internship. We’ve become very close.”

“I told you,” Betty grinned. Jughead nodded.

“You were right,” he admitted. “Right when I met her, I… I don’t know, it just felt like something clicked between us. We’re inseparable.” Betty’s expression slightly darkened, but Jughead waved it off as a bit off jealousy.

“Ah, you’ve got it bad, bro,” Archie laughed at his best friend. Jughead rolled his eyes.

“It’s not like that, Arch,” he explained. “It’s like Betty said, you grow really close to people when you spend so much time together.”

“But you don’t blush when you talk about them,” Veronica noted, pointing out Jughead’s dusty pink cheeks.

“You’re imagining things,” Jughead scoffed. Betty, Archie, and Veronica shared a knowing glance.

“If you say so,” Veronica sing-songed. Before Jughead could respond, there was a knock on his door. A smile subconsciously grew on his face.

“Speaking of (Y/N),” he said, standing up and walking towards the door. He opened it, and, as expected, (Y/N) stood there.

“Are we going or not, Jug?” she pressed, grabbing his hand. “I told you the line for the rainbow bagels is super long. I don’t want to spend all of Saturday waiting for one, even though they’re so fucking pretty.”

“I’m video chatting with my friends right now,” Jughead told her, gesturing towards his open laptop. “Can you wait like five more minutes?”

“Fine,” (Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms. She stepped into his room, allowing him to close the door behind her. She followed him as he sat back down in front of his laptop, resting her chin on his shoulder as she peered at the screen. “These are your friends?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “That’s Archie,” he gestured towards the redhead, “the blonde one is Betty, and that one is Veronica.” (Y/N) smiled at Jughead’s Riverdale friends.

“You must be (Y/N),” Betty smiled. “Jughead was just talking about you.”

“Of course he was,” (Y/N) joked, nudging his arm. Jughead playfully shoved her back.

“So how’s it been? Three months with the infamous Jughead Jones?” Veronica inquired with a smirk dancing on her lips.

“Well it hasn’t been three months quite yet,” (Y/N) corrected her. “I’ve only gotta deal with this guy for two more weeks.” Jughead’s face slightly deflated as this realization hit him. “Let me tell you, he’s quite the handful.”

“We know,” Archie laughed. Jughead opened his mouth to say something, but (Y/N) interrupted him.

“Shit, I left my phone in my room!” she exclaimed, standing up. “I’ll be right back, Jug.” She turned and faced the laptop. “It was great talking to you guys. I hope we can meet sometime!” She quickly exited Jughead’s room. Immediately, Veronica, Archie, and Betty bombarded him about (Y/N)

“She’s perfect,” Veronica cooed. “She’s actually flawless, Jughead.”

“You lucked out, bro,” Archie told him. “She’s a keeper.”

“She’s absolutely amazing, Jughead,” Betty smiled. Jughead grinned and shook his head.

“You guys, I told you-”

“Don’t even go there,” Veronica interrupted him. “That girl is absolutely perfect for you. The way you two look at each other is… it seems like it’s from a fairytale. You two are soulmates, Jughead.

“She does seem great, Jug,” Archie agreed with her. “I mean, I’ve never seen you like that with anyone. No offense, Betty.”

“None taken, Archie,” she waved his comment off. “They’re right though, Jug. You never looked at me the way you look at (Y/N).” Jughead couldn’t think of a clever retort. “But be careful, Jughead. Like (Y/N) said earlier, you two only have two more weeks together. If you haven’t done anything up to this point, you might want to consider whether or not it’s worth it to start something now. Just ask yourself, is it worth the heartbreak that’ll happen when you have to leave her?” She pursed her lips as she watched Jughead’s face darken on her screen.

“Thanks guys,” he said halfheartedly. “Really, thank you. I’ll see you all in two weeks.”

Tell me something, tell me something You don’t know nothing, just pretend you do Tell me something just before you go

“Our last day!” (Y/N) exclaimed, prancing into Jughead’s hotel room. After the video call he had two weeks ago ended, he decided to give her a key to his room. “Our internship is over, and we have one last night to spend together, Jug. Out of every place in all of New York City, where do you want to go, Jughead Jones?” she asked seductively, a coy smirk growing on her face.

“I’m feeling burgers tonight,” Jughead answered, trying to stop his expression from deflating. “And then maybe we can get some cupcakes?”

“I like it!” she grinned. She grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the room, beginning the trek to their favorite restaurant. “Jesus, I can’t believe it’s been three months already.”

“I know,” he agreed. “It seems like my plane landed just yesterday.”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) breathed. They spent the rest of their walk in silence, choosing to listen to the bustling New York traffic.

The waitresses at the restaurant, at this point, knew Jughead and (Y/N) as regulars. They didn’t even bother giving them menus, knowing exactly what each of them would order.

“You two are my favorites,” the waitress whispered as she set their burgers in front of them.

“Thank you,” (Y/N) grinned. “I’m sorry to say, but it’s our last day here.”

“Oh,” the waitress sighed. “Well, you two better visit. I don’t know what I’ll do without my favorite regulars.” She walked away, leaving (Y/N) and Jughead to enjoy their burgers.

“You know,” Jughead noted through a mouth full of burger, “I don’t know how you’ve tried almost every restaurant in New York City while becoming a regular here.”

“Talent, Jug,” she told him, wiping her mouth on a napkin. “It takes a hell of a lot of talent.”

They finished dinner and went to their favorite bakery to get cupcakes. On their walk back to the hotel, they fell into silence once again. It wasn’t broken until they entered Jughead’s hotel room. By now, almost all of (Y/N)’s stuff ended up in here. They found it easier, rather than constantly having to switch back and forth between rooms to grab their stuff.

“So that was our last day,” (Y/N) claimed, flopping onto the bed. Jughead stood by the bedside, crossing his arms with an amused smile.

“Unfortunately, it was,” he nodded. He jumped next to her on the bed, earning a shriek from (Y/N). He swallowed as he stared at her, knowing what he had to tell her. “Do you remember what you said to me on the first day we met?”

“That I know where to go for whatever you’re craving,” she answered with a grin. Jughead laughed and shook his head.

“No, the other thing.”

“I hope you’re not an asshole because we’re gonna be stuck together all summer?” she offered. He shook his head again.

“Nope.”

“I called you quick-witted?”

“No!”

“What is it?” (Y/N) demanded, sitting up so that she was hovering over Jughead as he remained laying down.

“You told me that if we were together any longer than just the summer, I might fall in love with you,” he explained, sitting up so that they were face-to-face. (Y/N)’s grin slightly faded.

“Oh,” she murmured. “Yeah, I did say that.”

“You were wrong,” Jughead said, trying to keep his voice steady. He slowly grabbed her right hand.

“Really?” she asked as her eyes followed Jughead’s hand.

“Betty told me to be careful,” he explained, “because we’re not gonna be together that long. And she was right. I mean, why would we risk an immense amount of heartbreak just for the sake of a blissful few weeks together?” When (Y/N) said nothing, he continued. “So I figured I could just suck it up and get through the rest of our time together and not say anything. It was a good plan, but you… you ruined it.”

“Sorry,” she quipped with a small smirk. Jughead lovingly rolled his eyes.

“No you’re not,” he laughed. “You’re not sorry, and you shouldn’t be. Within the three months we’ve spent together, I’ve grown closer to you than I ever have with anyone else. Hell, my ex-girlfriend said that we were great together.”

“She did?”

“Yeah,” he responded, grabbing her hands. “Jesus, (Y/N), I’m in love with you. I’m fucking in love with you, and it sucks. It sucks because I don’t know if I’m ever gonna see you again. And this is gonna cause so much heartbreak, for me at least, and maybe you too. I just… I can’t keep it from you anymore. But I also think, deep down, you already knew how I felt.” Tears clouded (Y/N)’s eyes, and her lips quivered as she quickly enveloped Jughead in a hug.

“Fuck,” she whispered into his neck. “Fuck, of course I love you, Jughead.” He pulled himself out of her grip and stared at her, stroking his hand across her cheek. They both leaned in, pressing their foreheads against each other. Their lips ghosted over each other, only millimeters apart.

“If I kiss you-”

“If you kiss me, everything is gonna go to shit, Jug,” she interrupted him. He nodded but didn’t pull away. They sat there like that on his bed on a minute, (Y/N) sitting on Jughead’s lap with her arms around his neck, foreheads touching and lips barely brushing.

The tension grew unbearable, so (Y/N) closed the gap and pressed her lips against his, trying to express what she had been feeling for the past three months.

Jughead, too, attempted to convey every pent up confession he had, wishing that kisses could speak. He wanted his hands, which were encircling her waist, to tell her how she charmed him with her wit. He wanted his eyes, which were closed with pleasure, to tell her how beautiful she was, especially when she trudged into his hotel room at three in the morning. He wanted his lips, which were pressed against hers, to tell her how much he loved her. He loved her, he loved her, and he wanted to keep saying it for the rest of his life.

For the sake of oxygen, the two pulled apart. They kept their foreheads resting against each other.

“Everything’s gone to shit,” (Y/N) whispered, and Jughead burst out into laughter. (Y/N) followed suit by giggling, and their still-entangled limbs caused them to fall onto the bed so that (Y/N) was laying on top of Jughead. This only caused the pair to laugh harder.

When their chuckles finally died down, (Y/N) climbed off from on top of Jughead and laid next to him, resting her head on his chest. She combed her hand through his raven locks.

“I’m sorry that I fell in love with you,” Jughead apologized, kissing the top of her head. They were slowly falling asleep.

“Thank you for falling in love with me,” (Y/N) whispered, eyes fluttering shut. “It may have all gone to shit, but it was worth it.”

Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know Oh, tell me something I don’t already know

Jughead stepped off the plane and saw his dad and friends standing at the gate, excitedly waiting for him. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even bother smiling. Immediately, everyone understood.

While they were awaiting Jughead’s plane’s arrival, Betty, Veronica, and Archie explained to the rest of the group about (Y/N). They told them about how Jughead spent three months falling in love with this girl, and they explained that they had never seen Jughead look so smitten before.

“How was New York, Jug?” FP asked, taking Jughead’s suitcase from him. Jughead shrugged.

“It was nice.”

“Good food?” he questioned, trying to get his son to open up. Jughead nodded tiredly.

“Yeah, food was great,” he replied monotonously.

“And the internship?”

“Helpful,” Jughead responded. “I think it’ll help me improve as a writer.”

“That’s good,” FP said, raking a hand through his hair. “You had another person with you, right?” FP noticed Jughead tense up at this.

“Yeah,” he answered quietly. “Yeah, I had a counterpart.”

“What was she like?” Jughead looked up at his dad.

“You already know who it is,” he replied, shaking his head. “Who told you, Betty?” FP pursed his lips.

“Yeah, her and Archie and Veronica. But listen, Jug, you’re going to have your heart broken countless other times. You’ll get over this girl,” he attempted to comfort Jughead.

“Dad, she wasn’t just a girl,” he protested. “She was amazing and quick-witted, and I fell in love with her and then everything went to shit. But the worst part is that it’s okay, because she loved me too. She fucking loved me, and I kissed her, and now I may never see her again.”

“Well if you loved her that much, you may see her again,” FP shrugged. “Fate is a tricky thing, son, but the universe seems to cooperate better if you love someone.”

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i've missed you both! sigh, being away from milo, tofu, & their ridiculously funny text imagines for too long can't be good for your health guys. so, do you stan any other groups? i for one stan monsta x, got7, and many more. but bts is my #1 ♡ i'm getting pretty tired of staying on anon, but it's nice to keep a little mystery going, yk? btw do you read any fics from other tumblrs? ~ yours truly, sandwich

THANK GOD YOU DIDN’T GET TIRED OF US OMGF i literally just texted tofu last night and was like “i think our anons got tired of us :(” so it’s safe to say that wE MISS YOU TOO BB!!

ok so the only other group that i actively stan is exo. i used to also stan infinite, but sadly drifted away from them sigh. it sucks loving both bc I feel like I’m stuck in the middle with all these fAnWArS

before making this account, all i used tumblr for was to read. i follow so many authors, but can’t remember them off the top my head! tho my favorite ever was illegirl1, but she gone :’(

- milo :-)

i was starting to think you died off or somethingjwjdjcj i was so worried. i really missed you because really no one ever messages us or send us asks and it's kind of depressing? we're prosperous yet everyone is dead. anyways, i stan a lot of girl groups outside of bts. i stan blackpink, exid, twice, and snsd (i'm kind of sobbing). i stan nct for my boy groups, but that's pretty much it. i used to be really into seventeen, but i haven't been keeping up until the recent comeback heh. i fuck with baeseoul hardcore along with jungblue and blueagust..and also our fellow viet taesthetes-tofu

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We're calling it! The Gold Coast is Australia's vegan heartland

Five years ago, vegan eateries were non-existent on the Gold Coast with most people still associating plant-based cuisine with tasteless lentil curries and mung bean salads.

Since then, the vegan and vegetarian scene has exploded to meet the needs of the growing number of locals seeking a healthier lifestyle and sustainable, cruelty-free ingredients.

With Australia the third-fastest growing vegan market in the world, it’s hardly surprising that plant-based eateries, boutiques, beauty salons – and even Australia’s first plant-based kebab outlet – are popping up all over the city, while restaurateurs are adding vegan options to their menus faster than you can say kimchi.

It’s never been easier for vegans to vacay on the Gold Coast so here are some of our favourite plant-based venues to add to your hit list.

(Psst! Not strictly vegan but all about organic #cleaneating? This one’s for you.)

Best Vegan Restaurant: Greenhouse Canteen & Bar

Sisters Charlie and Natalie Evans helped take veganism mainstream when they opened their cruelty-free eatery, Greenhouse Canteen & Bar, at Kirra more than four years ago.

Now based at Miami, this plant-filled oasis is packed out every night with diners inhaling vibrant, plant-based goodness like smoked jackfruit enchiladas, beetroot burgers and Moroccan chickpea crepes and sipping on organic wine.

We’ve eaten our way through the menu numerous times however their generous quinoa chilli nachos – with black beans, quinoa, fresh veggies and avocado salsa – is hard to beat, particularly accompanied by a classic margarita – or two.

Their ethos is cruelty-free and loving it and we have to say; we are too!

Btw, the girls are behind epic plant-based day spa, Bathhouse by Greenhouse (pictured as feature image), in Burleigh Heads too.

Best Vegan Pizza: Francie’s

Okay, so this isn’t a vegan restaurant but this cool, Neo-Neapolitan-style pizzeria in the laidback southern GC beach town of Coolangatta does have an entire menu for plant-based diners.

Vegans don’t have to miss out on tucking into their Italian favourites with vegan garlic bread, a choice of four different starters – vegan meatballs, anyone? – and seven tasty pizza options on the menu.

Savour animal-friendly, wood-fired options with quirky names like the White Nice with mushrooms, caramelised onion, rosemary, olive oil, rocket and beer reduction and the delicious Dollop Parton with tomato, vegan sausage, cashew ricotta, garlic and basil washed down with a glass of Francie’s shiraz.

Salute!

Best Vegan Facial: Earth + Skin

When Gold Coast local Louisa Hollenberg’s mother was diagnosed with breast cancer, she began researching ways in which she could live a chemical and plastic-free lifestyle, particularly when it came to products she was using in her home and on her skin.

Her findings inspired her to open Earth + Skin, an organic spa in a reimagined Queenslander-style home in Mudgeeraba where you can soothe your mind, body and soul completely guilt-free.

All products used in the tranquil, recently refurbished space are vegan – except for a couple of items which contain beeswax – and the Vegan Collagen Stimulating Facial is a definite hit with plant-based folk.

The treatment, designed with high-profile vegan blogger Bonny Rebecca, includes hand-selected key ingredients to support collagen production within the skin due to the high plant-based protein content.

There’s also an impressive selection of vegan cosmetics and skincare products to purchase in the store.

Best Vegan Ramen: i like ramen

Australia’s first permanent plant-based marketplace, Lovechild Marketplace, opened its doors at Miami earlier this year and has fast become a hangout for vegans and carnivores alike.

The upscale two-storey food precinct has five different eateries and a bar serving craft beer and cocktails, like the addictive Miami Vice, seven days and nights a week.

To be honest, everything dished up at The LC is a vegan foodie’s dream but it’s fair to say ramen fans rejoiced when cult local institution i like ramen popped up at the market-style venue.

These guys serve up some seriously tasty and healthy concoctions like spicy kimchi ramen; soy mushroom and white miso flavours topped with bok choy and fried tofu. Don’t forget to add a cheeky side of panko-crumbed mushrooms. You won’t regret it.

Best Vegan Bakery: Flour of Life Bakery

There’s nothing like tucking into a sausage roll or doughnut after a morning surf at one of the famous Gold Coast beaches. The good news is, vegans no longer have to miss out on a bakery fix in the surf city, thanks to Helensvale icon, Flour of Life.

The brainchild of owner Steve O’Brien, the vegan bakery nails sweet and savoury favourites like lamingtons, cronuts and iced doughnuts as well as pies and sausage rolls without using any animal products – and it tastes like the real deal.

For those closer to the southern end of town, Flour of Life is also operating out of The LC Miami from 6am until 2pm seven days a week.

Best Vegan yum cha: Easy House

You’ll find this family-run hidden gem tucked into a shopping complex at Mermaid Waters and while it may look unassuming, the food is certainly not.

This decade-old eatery offers a range of traditional Chinese dishes like pork buns, dumplings and dim sum using non-animal protein substitutes.

The lunchtime yum cha menu features handmade dumplings – standouts are the mushroom and coriander flavours – and a host of other fresh and flavoursome dishes.

Although not on the yum cha menu, make sure you ask for the XO Noodles. They’re a standout and a hit with the locals.

Best Vegan Burger: Blendlove

From humble beginnings as a market stall, Blendlove is easily one of the best and healthiest plant-based eateries on the Gold Coast.

The brainchild of owners Riki-Lee Gilbert and Sharlene Fletcher, Blendlove began as a raw treats business before the overwhelming response prompted the ladies to expand into a one-stop-shop where vegans and non-vegans could enjoy a plant-based meal, coffee or smoothie.

For a burger fix without the guilt, opt for the BBQ Ranch Burger, with a house-made bean and kale patty, smokey ranch aioli, greens, and a side of their hand-cut sweet potato fries with house-made vegan cashew aioli.

Don’t leave without trying one of their famous raw desserts, which are vegan and gluten, dairy and refined sugar-free.

Keen to keep this healthy holiday going strong? Work up a sweat with this fit traveller’s guide to the GC or let this Gold Coast local show your healthy haunts.

What are your favourite vegan businesses on the Gold Coast? Tell us in the comments below.

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