#i put chopstick on cat

[acorviart]

long long man

this was supposed to be a chopstick or brush rest, but the final product is not very good at its job. just like a real cat

[seonghwaddict]

save a horse, ride your best friend — song mingi

in which your best friend can’t believe you’ve never ridden a dick before, so he takes it upon himself to teach you.

best friend!song mingi x fem!reader. requested by anon. genre. slight fluff. smut. best friends to friends with benefits. warnings. explicit sexual content mdni, inexperienced!reader, thigh riding, fingering, use of a dildo, big dick!mingi, multiple orgasms, unprotected, creampie, swearing, nicknames (baby, angel, pretty). wc. 4k. rating. mature.

lilo’s notes. this was requested a while ago but i’ve been putting it off because… i’ve never written anything about toys being used so uh, i was worried about the pacing and stuff. i wasn’t sure if you meant for them to be in an established relationship, so i went for the fwb route. IMPORTANT!!!! i lost access to my google account bc of a stupid mistake, if you sent in a request through my google form and would still like me to see it, please send it as an ask <33 i remember a few of them, but do send yours in just in case!!

listening to. need to know, doja cat // if u think i’m pretty, artemas // moonlight, kali uchis

masterlist.

it was a regular saturday evening. you were on a video call with your best friend, mingi, talking about anything that came to mind as you each ate a bowl of ramen as if you were really in the same room. he really only lived a couple buildings away, a two minute walk at most, but actually joining you in your apartment didn’t cross his mind until something interesting was brought up.

you weren’t sure what led to the conversation, but somehow it steered into the direction of something less innocent as you found yourself talking about an embarrassing date you’d gone on a while ago. recounting the story, laughing together, soon turned into a conversation about what each of you like in bed.

“oh, it’s just amazing,” mingi laughed as he gulped down a mouthful of water, momentarily pausing his rambling about how much he loves it when someone rides his dick. he ran a his hand through his short, washed-out pink hair, “honestly, my favourite thing ever since it probably feels just as good for whoever is, y’know, riding.”

based on everything he’s said so far, you came to the conclusion that he was more into giving than receiving, that he got off on seeing all the pleasure he can give his partner. so, it made sense he’d choose to mention the fact that riding him would feel good. not that you would know.

“can i admit something?”

he looked up from his bowl, sharp eyes looking almost hopeful as he nodded.

you looked around your kitchen jokingly, pretending to make sure no one sense was listened as you leaned closer a whispered, your hand cupping the side of your mouth.

“i’ve never done that before.”

his jaw dropped at that, letting out a small laugh. “you’re kidding.”

“no, really,” you insisted, going back to eating casually as if you were having the most normal conversation in the world with your best friend, “i really haven’t done… much, so i can’t confirm or deny your theory.”

“huh.” he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he thought for a moment. his head tilted and it was then that you felt how warm your cheeks felt, how your thighs were pressed together under the counter. of course, he was well aware of the fact that you had much less experience than him, only knowing about two people you had slept with. but damn. he clicked his tongue and shook his head ever so slightly. “that won’t do.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your mouth to ask him what he had meant by that. he beat you to it before you could get a word out.

“i can… teach you, if you want?”

you blinked at your screen, resting your wrist on your countertop and gripping your chopsticks a little too hard. a silence followed his offer, though it wasn’t awkward. in fact, he could see you genuinely considering it as you thought it over. eventually, you gave him a tiny nod.

“i mean,” you shrugged, shifting your eyes away shyly, “sure, i guess. why not?”

he grinned, trying to hide it as he shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and shoved his bowl aside. he chewed, swallowed then got up and made sure to bring his phone with him. you recognised his hallways then bedroom as he walked through his apartment. “i’ll be there in like 15, i need to buy something on the way. just wait there, and where something comfortable and… um, accessible.”

you nodded, despite your confusion, and he hung up. accessible? you looked down at your clothing—or rather, lack thereof. since you were home and not expecting anyone, you’d settled on wearing just a shirt you stole from mingi that was too large for him and much larger for you, and panties. you lifted the hem of the worn shirt, assessing how much of your dignity you’d lose if he saw your pink hello kitty undergarments that you only wore if you were doing laundry.

you could already hear him giggling at the sight.

groaning and cursing under your breath, you dropped the shirt and sped to your bedroom to dig through your closet in hopes of finding something a little more appealing. after making a mess of one of your closet’s drawers, you finally pulled out a pair of less offensive panties. they were made of soft cotton; a muted light blue with thin white lace trim, the cut shaped more like a bikini than what you call your grandma underwear.

deciding they were flattering enough, you slipped off your hello kitty pair—ignoring the embarrassing amount of wetness creating a wet patch right where it was pressed against your core—and replaced it with the new pair. as you untwisted the waistband and adjusted it to fit properly, your doorbell rang and you froze on the spot before pulling yourself together and heading to open the door.

the walk to the door felt abnormally long as you stumbled over on wobbly knees. admittedly, you were a little nervous. sure, there have been times where you wanted to do some more than friendly activities with mingi, but you never actually thought it was happen. yet here you were, opening the door for him so he could come in and show you what being a cowgirl feels like.

“hey,” he greeted you softly, stepping into your home and closing the door behind him. you noticed a small plastic bag in his hand, eying it curiously as you watched him kick off his shoes and hang up his coat. once that was of the way, he took one of your hands in your free one and pulled you to where he knew your bedroom was.

once there, he set the bag down on your bedside table and dragged you to stand between his knees as he took a seat on the edge of your bed. he looked you over, lingering on the familiar t-shirt.

“so you’re the one that took this shirt, huh?” he quirked an eyebrow, glancing up at you as he released your hand and brought both of his to your hips. his thumbs caressed the curve of your waist over the shirt. “it was my favourite.”

you laughed softly, “clearly you didn’t care enough if i was able to keep it for three years without you noticing.”

“you little thief.” his nose scrunched as he glared at you jokingly, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“if you really want it back, you can always take it.”

“nah, it’s fine, keep it. it looks cuter on you anyway.” he took a breath and gave you another once over, humming appreciatively when he moved his hands up higher, dragging the shirt with it until he caught a glimpse of your panties. you tensed, caught off guard by how close he felt. “i need you to relax a little, how about i help you loosen up, yeah?”

you nodded, averting your gaze but returning it to him when you felt him pull you onto his lap. he slotted one of his legs between yours, easing you down to straddle his thigh. his hands ran up and down your sides and few times before resting on your bare thighs, your breath stuttered and he held back a smile.

“are you still okay with this?” he asked quietly, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his your shirt. “if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me and i’ll stop immediately and we can just watch a movie or something, okay?” when you only nodded, he continued, “i need you to say it, please.”

“i’m okay with this,” you muttered in return, resting you hands on his biceps, “and i’ll let you know if i need you to stop.”

“good, now…” without waiting any longer, he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck, his hands slowly beginning to rock you back and forth on his lap.

you sucked in a sharp breath and clung into his arms a little tighter, your stomach fluttering at the feeling of your clothed cunt on his firm thigh, your panties dragging against your clit with ease thanks to how wet you already were. he lifted you slightly as he pulled you towards him, pushing you down as he pushed, the varying pressure making your lips part in a soft whimper. he nearly groaned at the sound, moving his lips right below your ear.

“you know,” he rasped between the licks and kisses, “i can’t deny that i’ve wanted to fuck you for a long, long time now.”

“r-really?”

mingi chuckled as he pulled back to look at your face, half surprised and half needy. he noticed that if he relaxed his hands, you’d continue grinding against his thigh.

“yeah, really. i mean, look at you,” he glanced down, one of his hands lifting the hem of your shirt to watch you ride his thigh slowly, a dark wet patch forming right where your leaking pussy sat. he bit his lip, “you look so perfect… and i bet you’d feel perfect, too.”

you nearly whined at that, fucking yourself on his thigh just a little faster as he sucked a dark mark right above your collarbone before returning to mutter dirty words into your ear.

���i know practically everything about you and your cute little body, you know. better than anyone else,” one of his hands inched it’s way up your thighs, brushing against the edge of your panties, “i’ll make you feel so good, angel, i promise.”

“mingi?” you whimpered, prompting him to lean back a little to look at you with a curious tilt of his head and a raised brow. “if you don’t shut up and kiss me right now, i might lose my mind so… please.”

his beautifully plump lips stretched into a smile as he wasted no time in practically pouncing forward and smashing his lips against yours. it started a little slow as you got acquainted with each other, despite the fact you could feel a nearing orgasm as a knot in your stomach drew tighter with each roll of your hips, but soon the kiss turned hungry.

he groaned into your mouth as you let his tongue explore, making you let out a quiet moan. mingi knew he wouldn’t be able to kiss anyone ever again. you, his best friend of all people, had the most inviting lips he’s ever felt. so inviting, so perfect and so soft. he thought everything about was soft. his hand slipped just under the edge of your panties as his other one made your grinds slow down.

you didn’t mind the slow pace, knowing just a few more rocks of your hips would have you tipping over the edge. but he evidently had other plans as he finally made your hips still completely. you pulled away from his lips with a pout. if you were trying to make him feel bad, it backfired terribly.

all he could think of as he looks at your swollen, red, wet, pouty lips is how much prettier they’d look wrapped around his cock. but he could save that for another time.

“there’s no need to rush, baby,” he chuckled, wiping some saliva away from your bottom lip.

eventually, when he was sure you had calmed down enough, he lifted you off his lap a little and turned to lay you down on your back, pressed against the comfortable mattress as he kneeled on the edge. he gripped your knees and bent them, pushing them closer to your chest with his eyes zeroed in on where your slick was leaking through your panties.

with one hand keeping your knees together and elevated, he ran his other over the fabric, pressing down on where he knew your clot would be and elicit a sweet little moan as you squirmed beneath him. he thought you were so cute like this, you looked so flustered as he gave you nothing but featherlight touches where you needed him most. for now.

“don’t get all shy on me now,” he cooed as he glanced up and noticed you covering your face with your hands, “let me see you, pretty.”

he didn’t continue his touches until you finally removed your hands, giving him a nice view of your abused lips and round eyes, pupils blown wide with lust in a way that had something stirring in his abdomen. and his pants.

he let down your knees for a moment so both of his hands could slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. he actually moaned when he saw the strings of arousal clutching onto the fabric as he dragged it away, snapping when he got too far.

“you’re so pretty, baby,” he murmured, watching your entrance squeeze around nothing, making more slick drip out.

after tossing it aside, he wasted no time in getting your knees back to the previous position and running his fingers through your folds.

“oh, fuck,” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as you let out a moan when he tapped against your clit, “you’re soaked.”

he glanced up at you, wanting to see your face as he slowly pushed in too fingers and catching a glimpse of your hard nipples poking through your shirt. your face contorted for s fraction of s second before relaxing, your head tipping back against the mattress as you let out a whine.

he choked back a moan at the tight walls around his middle and ring fingers, the fingers of his other hand digging into your thighs. “sh-shit… you’re so tight. i’m gonna have to stretch you out first, okay?”

you nodded mindlessly, too distracted by his fingers prodding at your sweet spot to care about any words he may have said. but you furrowed your eyebrows and lifted your head when you felt both his hands leave you, finding him reaching for the bag. your curiosity outweighed your disappointment as he pulled something out.

it was a dildo. about as thick and long as the biggest person you had before, and made of what looked to be transparent silicon. your insides tightened at the sight, somehow the thought of him seemingly buying this just for you turning you on even more.

he returned to kneeling at the edge of your bed, leaning down to loop his arm around your waist and lift you up to place a pillow under your hips before letting lay back down.

“couldn’t find one my size, but this should be fine,” he held the dildo and ran the tip through your pussy, collecting wetness as you shuddered, “my cock will just have to stretch you the rest of the way.”

you breath hitched at the implication of his words. so he was bigger than that? your thighs pressed together at the thought of being completely stuffed by him. he chuckled, separating your knees enough for him to have a clear view of your pussy, pulsing and dripping and begging for his attention.

he began slipping the toy into you, filling you up inch by inch and watching your needy hole stretch around it and swallow it up. the sight had him choking back a moan, biting down on his bottom lip.

the stretch had your back arching and pushing yourself against it desperately, feeling like that alone could get you to finish. it only took a few deep strokes for your pussy to get used to the size, squeezing and writhing around it until you couldn’t handle it anymore. your arousal coated it quickly and seeped out with each stroke, squelching sounds filling the room that shot straight to his dick.

when you finally came, your toes curled and your body twitched as you let out a string of and whines and moans, little curses slipping between. he watched with fascination as you came undone right beneath him, not wanting to wait any longer to be inside you. he shoved the toy deep inside you, leaving it there as he leaned back for a moment to discard his clothes, slipping his hoodie and sweatpants off.

when you were brought back to your senses, you found yourself on his lap again, straddling his hips this time as he sat with his back against your headboard. you felt his erectile straining against his boxers and pressing against your core. you couldn’t help but rock your hips against his slowly.

“do you ever ride your pillow?” he asked suddenly, voice dropped what felt like two octaves lower than his regular tone. your eyes widened at the question but you nodded. he nodded too, his hands finding your ass and helping you grind against his clothes length. “this is a lot like that, except you have something in you… and it’s more of an up and down movement… and i’m obviously not a pillow… still, there’s really no right way to do it, just go slow and you’ll figure out what works and what doesn’t. plus, i’m here to guide you.”

he gave your ass a squeeze as if to punctuate his sentence, massaging the soft flesh in his palms. when you felt ready, you dropped your hands from his shoulders to his boxers, palming his length a few times before hooking your fingers into the fabric and dragging it down until his cock sprung out.

he definitely wasn’t lying when he said it would stretch you more than the already-big dildo. he was definitely a lot bigger than anyone else you’ve been with, well over average. you nearly dropped at the sight, wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off, eyes fixated on the angry red tip leaking precum as you passed your thumb over it.

the muscles of his abs rippled and squeezed as your worked your hands on his cock, his head thrown back against the headboard and letting out stuttering moans. all the sounds he made encourage you to sit up on your knees, guiding him through your folds and whimpering as you finally sank down on him carefully.

the two of you moaned at the same time, him at how well you squeezed around him and you at how well he stretched you. you stopped when you reached just halfway, unsure whether or not you’d be able to fit more. his hips jerked slightly as his hands squeezed your hips.

“come on, baby,” he moaned softly, looking up at you with encouraging eyes, “just a little more… we can make it fit, right? just breathe.”

you nodded and as you took a deep breath, he used his hold on your to sink you further down until he finally bottomed out. he cursed silently, the back of his head finding the headboard again as you whined and dropped yours onto his shoulder.

you felt his tip pushing against your cervix, the new feeling making a lump form in your throat as you blinked back tears. this time it took a while to get used to the stretch before you tried grinding back and forth. it was slow, almost painfully so. he was amazed that despite stretching you with two different things, you were still so unbelievably tight, hugging him in a death grip as your raised your hips an inch before dropping down again.

your soft noises were muffled by his shoulder as your hands rested on his biceps, panting and squeezing gently as every inch of him dragged against the sensitive spongy patch in your walls every time you grinded on him. soon enough you were able to lift yourself to his tip and drop all the way down, your wetness letting him slip in and out with ease.

still, you kept the pace torturously slow, savouring each bounce and grind. his hands had left your hips at some point, exploring your body under your shirt, massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he lifted the fabric but kept it on your as he watched your tits bounce temptingly, your puffy pink nipples making his mouth water as he pushed himself forward to take one into his mouth.

your hips stuttered as he sucked and nibbled at your nipples, throwing your head back and arching into his touch as your grinds grew sloppy. he felt your decreasing pace, using the hand that wasn’t teasing your other breast to guide your hips once more. he angled you slightly differently in a way that made your clit press against his pelvis each time he bottomed out, the speed of your grinds picking up quickly as his hips bucked up to meet yours.

his lips detached from your bruised breasts with a popping sound as he leaned up to capture your lips in his once again. it wasn’t much of a kiss, more teeth and tongue and moans and groans than anything else as you swallowed each other’s sounds.

you finished first, pushing yourself down hard and stilling, filling yourself with his throbbing cock and pressing your clit against him. he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck to suck at all the spot he knew would get your to writhe. many tickling fights contributed to his knowledge on all your sensitive spots.

your body twitched as you returned to bouncing on his length, your juices looking at his base. the overstimulation burned a little, making your thighs and knees quiver, but you were determined to get him to finish too. and by the looks of it, it shouldn’t take much longer.

“shit, baby,” he said, halfway between a whimper and a moan, fingertips digging into your hips as he threw his head back in bliss, “‘m so close— fuck, you feel s-so good.”

his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, bottom lip caught between his teeth. his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushed a deep red, his plush lips a few shades darker and coated in your mixed saliva from your kisses. as you adjusted the angle of your hips, something in him snapped, grabbing your hips tighter and taking over. he took over your movements, thrusting his hips up desperately as you fell forward onto his chest with the sudden change in intensity. his tip pushed itself against your g-spot continually, another knot tightening in your stomach.

the wet sounds of your cunt and your skin slapping against his egged him on until finally he felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“baby, p-please— fuck— please, can i cum i-inside you?” he begged through a groan, “i— please, angel, i-i can’t wait any longer.”

you nodded against his chest with a whine, you were on the pill anyway. not a second later, he released into you, filling you up with stuttering hips. he pulled you down, flush against him and keeping you there as he emptied himself with softly muttered curses, his head dropping to press open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder.

it felt new to you, the warmth making you squirm until you came again without warning. it was much weaker this time but still enough to make you shake in his arms, panting softly after letting out a strangled moan against his skin.

after a few long moments of trying to recover from the shared orgasm, he lifted his head, one of his hands cupping your chin to tilt your head to look at him.

“so,” he started, lips stretched into a smile, “how’d that feel?”

“fucking amazing.” you rolled your eyes at how smug he looked after your confession, not protesting as he leaned forward to kiss you.

this one was much softer than the previous kisses you shared, much more tender. it was a lot shorter too, he pulled away first to rest his forehead against yours.

“yeah?” he whispered, kissing the corner of your lips, “just wait until i hit it from the back.”

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[iceunhie]

— phaethetically in love !

premise. belle thinks her brother is the most oblivious person in sixth street. the reason? one: because his (super obvious) crush on you is practically the worst kept secret in new eridu, and two: because he can't even see that said crush is reciprocated! good thing he has one (1) amazing, wonderful, nosy sister to help him out, yeah?

or, belle thinks the two of you are a prime example of an s tier romance movie; and she really wants to skip to the final arc already.

pairing. wise x gn!reader.

warnings: kinda ooc wise (i just started the game), wise is a loser (lovingly), belle is an instigator (proudly), comedy, facepalm moments.

a/n: for @vxnuslogy and @milksnake-tea bc yes wise kissers yes

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“you're in love with [name], aren't you?”

like all siblings in the world—or what's left of it, belle schemes.

(against wise, of course. obviously.)

her brother bursts into a mess immediately, nearly spilling his cup ramen all over his new shirt, chopsticks sticking out. laughing nervously. general chop would not be proud. “who told you that? i mean— haha, who said that, belle?”

his sister rolls her eyes. “me, myself. i.” she emphasizes, leaning her elbows against the table and putting her palms together; the grin she wears right now is so serene, but not in the angelic, nice way. belle smiles and wise finally thinks, oh. my sister may need to book herself to the closest self-help guru in new eridu.

“i have reason to believe that you, my dearest brother, are in love with [name].”

her voice goes up an octave at the last bit, leading wise to stuff her mouth with potato chips. already, heads have turned. “mff.”

“keep your voice down! and stop broadcasting it to everyone here-”

“what, i am right, aren't i? they clearly like you back, so why haven't you confessed yet?”

“keep. your. voice. down.” wise says, and belle's shit eating grin only widens as she sees her brother's ears tinged with pink. “and... how did you even know that?” he asks, mortified.

“well, one: because it's obvious—like, have you seen how obvious you are?” belle huffs, taking a bite of the potato chip with force (personal grudges are involved). “and two, because they like you back, dummy!”

because when belle sees the two of you together, it's like wise focuses on no one else. you are the center of his world—and he is just being pulled to bask in your light. his eyes soften like they melt only for you, and wise looks like all he is is, all he wants to be, is to belong with you.

(and, wise likes to stare at you for ungodly amounts of time. belle even caught him staring when you were petting a cat by the street and decided to name the stray ‘wise’; courtesy of him, apparently. the cat literally just had grey fur.

“wise.”

“hm?”

“you're practically spawning heart eyes now.”)

it's sickening. (in a oh my god my brother is in love kind of way, mind you.)

“so!” belle says, a devilish sparkle in her eyes. “allow your dearest sister to help you out, 'kay?”

wise nearly coughs up blood.

“what?!”

so at present, belle compiles her (hastily written) list of romantic moments you and wise have shared. she's not surprised—the number can be counted on one hand. diabolical, disappointing, world-ending! she resists the urge to cough up blood.

first, a coff cafe date with tin man's help: a fail. tin man's wingman capabilities were very superb, but she never heard the end of it when wise was lecturing her about how tin man kept sending over heart shaped desserts and little fortune cookies. the fortune cookies in question which said ‘you can do it!’ and a latte with art of caricature tin man making a heart. (you were very confused). belle thought it was motivating. wise thought it was mortifying.

next, even instilling help from fairy to calculate statistics about what event would you two be likely to be together. fairy said, and belle quotes: “probably never. that kind of pining's for the long run, with the other master's current experience. give it a year or six, master.”

so, she's currently face-palming.

did her brother really have zero game? why were the two of you just dancing around each other?! she's tried everything—from letting you two spend more time with each other in commissions, her inviting you over more to leave you to chat with her brother, and even the entirety of sixth street has lent their aid! how were you two not dating yet?!

“didn't they go on an arcade date at random play yesterday?” belle mutters. “that should've increased your progress by a long mile, bro! even general chop said you two were really, really close in the noodle shop....”

just what was she going to do now? at this rate, her brother would be relationshipless in no time! in fairy's words again, it would be phaethetic. and that would be a phaethal blow on her pride.

“...master, i said no such thing.”

“well, now you did.”

“The Ethereal Reckoning,” there's a pep in your step, the boxes full of movie DVDs in your arms as you walk back to the movie store. it was heavy, but at least you got to walk with the grey-haired proxy beside you. “That movie was great! Thanks for recommending it to me.”

Sporting a dopey, lovesick grin in response, wise nods at that, content to listen to your voice. it was actually belle's idea to let you lend movies you like over so the two of you could talk about it back and forth. wise would need to (begrudgingly) treat her to a bowl of ramen later on.... she saved him—he probably wouldn't even be talking to you for this long at this point, let alone hang out with you without her. for someone so nosy, he guesses his sister was a pretty good wingwoman.

“the main character was pretty similar to billy, you know?” you ramble on as wise listens. “i mean, because they were an android too, and...”

he finds that he's content to listen to anything you say, really. (right now he doesn't really know what you're saying, something about a horror ethereal movie, but you could just tell him anything and he would listen).

“i feel like the heroine's death was unnecessary, though.” you sigh, “too much tension just for it to end like that? how anticlimactic.”

your voice was so nice, so warm and easy to listen to, and wise can't even say anything to retort, simply staring with a growing (lovesick) smile on his face. talking to people was hard work, and talking to you? it might just make him combust.

“...ise? wise?”

“ah, huh?” he snaps out of his trance, only to find you mere inches away from his face, the only thing keeping you apart the boxes full of movies he's carrying. “...!”

“are you listening?” you furrow, and someone really might be out to get him right now because in that moment, wise flinches from the proximity, bumping into you.

then, because the universe thinks his life couldn't get more dramatic than it already was—you stagger, about to fall forward.

he moves before he thinks. “watch out!”

and wise.... practically astral-projects to another plane when he feels you fall into his arms, his hands on your waist. he can feel the warmth of your skin on his, the flustered look on your face. (he feels like he's going to die).

the two of you lock eyes for a moment, and wise feels like he's about to so something very stupid and his hands are still on your waist—

“....”

“.....”

someone save him.

“ah...”

“sorry!” you recover first, hurriedly letting yourself pull away from him (much to his disappointment). “i wasn't looking, and i- are you okay, wise?”

“no, no, it's fine.... i-i'm fine....” he hopes his voice isn't as small as it is, he couldn't be smooth to save his life; and wise helps you gather your bearings, his hands brushing against yours, blood rushing to his ears. sheepishly rubbing at his nape. “sorry, i was distracted.”

perhaps in the mood to lift the atmosphere, you sputter out, “no worries! it's fine! besides, you listened to me all this time.... i really enjoyed the movie, really.”

“of course i'll listen.” and before wise can think to stop his traitor of a mouth, the words spill out of his lips like it always wanted to be.

“you're worth paying attention to.”

it's automatic—your face heats up, warming like the sun on a hot day in new eridu, and god, he is such an idiot-

“you think so?” wise gulps. you looked bashful, and were way too adorable right now, and his face felt like it was on fire.... wait, that's not the point! he has to answer you, at least. this is a chance to make progress!

“y-yeah. definitely. i enjoyed... watching the movie with you.” he says. did his voice just crack just now? “we can hang out more often too, even without belle.”

he feels bad for throwing his sister under the bus like that, but—wait, did he just ask you out on a date? (accidentally)

well, it didn't matter because wise feels like he won the lottery right now, because you brighten up immediately. “really?”

then you cough and compose yourself. “i mean, sure! i'm sure it'll be fun, haha...”

awkward silence ensues. uh oh, did he say something wrong? was he too forward? he wants to say something, but something is lodged in his throat, and wise can't bring up a response. (his heart was beating like crazy right now, though).

“uh...”

“....”

then, something soft brushes against the side of his cheek. as fast as it was felt, wise felt the sensation leave just as easily. did you just-?

you just kissed him. on the cheek.

“thanks for hanging out with me, wise.”

“you're welcome- wha- huh?!” he nearly drops the stack of dvd's he was holding. you pull away, an enigmatic smile on your face. face flushed.

before he can even respond, the two of you finally arrive at the movie store. damn it, gods of the world. why did his luck run out now?

“i guess this is your stop.” he blinks, your voice coming back to him. “and, wise?”

“ah, uh, yeah?”

“it's a date, then?” your eyes sparkle and shine a light through his heart. super effective!

is this really happening? is he really going on a date with you—oh, he's so thrilled he could actually burst into song and kick his feet, but belle would tease him ruthlessly after. nosy sisters were so much work....

“yes!” he almost yells it out, but because he didn't want to look uncool in front of you, wise composes himself. play it cool, play it cool. don't mess up this chance! “yes, definitely. it's... it's a date.”

you put down the other stack of dvd's down the table, flashing him a dizzying, lovely smile smile. wise swears he falls even harder for you.

“then it's a date.”

BONUS.

“seriously?! you're going on a date with them?!” belle shouts, so unceremoniously that wise slaps a hand on her mouth.

“not so loud! but, yeah.” he says, face heating up. “your plan worked, sis.”

“yes! yes! finally!” his sister practically cheers, “i can finally be free of your sickening heart eyes... and finally, our street's most anticipated couple is here!”

wise can't help but sigh in fond exasperation. he guesses he'll let her have this one today.

“also, belle?”

“what?”

“you didn't tell anyone about this, did you?”

...

“uhh....”

(on the day of the date, wise receives an abnormal amount of good luck posters. he also gets a disturbing amount of thumbs up from the neighbors.

the last straw? tin man, giving him a baked cake with the words ‘rooting for you!’ covered in pink heart sprinkles.

he facepalms. belle...!)

a/n: d d do you guys get it..... phaethetically...... phaethon..... wise is phaethon and he's awkward in love lol hahahahaha (💀)

@ ICEUNHIE: do not repost translate or plagiarize my works.

[writingouthere]

friendswithbenefits!Sukuna x reader. Your friend Yuuji sets you up on a date with his co-worker to help you get over your recent slump, not knowing that his dear older brother had ended it months ago.

cw: none really, some possessive behavior

"He's really great though, I swear!"

"What does 'really great' entail, exactly?"

"Well he's nice! Like, super nice."

You waited to see if there was any more information and when there didn't appear to be any forthcoming, pushed your friend. "Yuuji, I'm going to need a little bit more than that."

Yuuji seemed to think about this for a second and as he did you snuck some dumplings off his plate. He'd taken more than his fair share of the take out anyway.

You loved Yuuji, he was one of the most genuinely kind people you'd ever met. He just happened to have terrible taste in men, aside from his own boyfriend.

"Well, when I got lost the other day, he gave me directions and they were super helpful!"

"Wait, did you find this guy on the street? Are you setting me up with a stranger?" It wouldn't surprise you, Yuuji tended to adopt human beings the way a normal person might adopt stray cats. You couldn't complain too much since it's how the two of you had ended up being friends, but it didn't necessarily mean that whoever he'd picked up off the side of the road this time was your one true love.

"No, no, he works in the school too. He teaches like history or something. He just teaches in the upperclassmen building, so I don't see him that much."

"So he gave you directions after you got lost in your own place of work?"

Yuuji either doesn't hear your tone or he chooses to ignore it. "Yeah, really nice dude. He's also good friends with Maki, so you know he must respect women."

That was actually pretty persuasive. Maki would never put up with any man who was a piece of shit, maybe there was something here.

"Is he cute?"

Yuuji scratched his head and tried to take some dumplings off your plate while you blocked him with your chopsticks.

"I mean I guess, he always looks kind of sad but you're into that right?" You blocked his attempts at stealing your dumplings with a little more aggression than necessary at that.

"I am not!"

Yuuji hummed unimpressed, chewing on the dumpling he'd managed to snatch away while you argued. Thief.

"He's like a little taller than me, pretty eyes and he's stronger than he looks. He actually beat me in some sparring matches last year when the teachers competed." You listened even as you scowled at the way Yuuji said all this with his mouth still full of stolen food. He swallowed and gave you a mischievous smirk. "He has really nice hands too."

"Yuuji!"

"They're big and his fingers are long but not too skinny, they kind of remind me of Megumi's-"

"Who the fuck are you talking about?"

You stiffened as Yuuji's older brother walked in, scratching his bare midriff since he seemed to have once again forgot that wearing shirts was an expected human behavior. Even though he was only a few years older than you and Yuuji, he always seemed larger than life. Maybe because you had known him for so long.

"Yuuta, this guy I work with," Yuuji said, pouting when his brother stole some of the food off his plate. Served him right. "Hey! I asked you if you wanted anything before I ordered it."

"And I told you, I don't want any of this garbage. I'm just sampling," Sukuna said as he popped another piece of chicken in his mouth.

"Go eat your stupid healthy food then and leave our garbage alone," Yuuji protested pushing the plate out of Sukuna's reach. Naturally, this led to Sukuna shoving Yuuji's head into the table as he reached over and stole more food off the tray in the middle.

"So why are you talking about Yuuta's hands anyway. You and Fushiguro finally call it quits?" Sukuna's tone was casual but you had once seen him knock out a guy for groping Megumi in a club. If the day came where Yuuji and Megumi actually broke up, you think he might take turns knocking sense into both of them.

"Mnat mor me."

"Huh," Sukuna said even as he kept Yuuji's face pressed to the table. You rolled your eyes.

"He's saying that he's not the one interested, he's trying to set me up with him." You tried to push down the guilt you felt as you spoke after all you had nothing to be guilty about.

There was a flash of something in Sukuna's eyes but it was gone before you could identify it and with one last shove that had Yuuji groaning, he let him up.

"That hurt, you bastard!"

"Not an insult, I'm literally a bastard," Sukuna said and Yuuji rolled his eyes.

"Whatever, anyway, back to helping you get laid-"

"Hey!"

"-I'll let Yuuta know you'll meet him at six?"

"Can you make it eight, only old people eat at six." Yuuji nods and goes to type something in his phone. There's an awkward silence that he doesn't seem to notice and you can't help but look at Sukuna who hasn't taken his eyes off you.

"Didn't realize you were so desperate," Sukuna says and Yuuji doesn't look up from his phone before throwing a punch at him. Sukuna dodges, his eyes still on you.

"There's nothing wrong with going on a date," you say and you wonder who you're convincing. "It has been a while since a nice guy took me out."

"Ah right, I forgot you liked nice guys." His tone is too knowing and you feel yourself flush.

"Stop picking on her, Sukuna. Don't you need to be going to the gym, anyway?" Yuuji asks, finally putting down his phone. He seems to attribute the current tension for you and Sukuna's usual animosity. You wonder if that's all there is to it. Sukuna scoffs and walks back to his room. You still weren't sure why he'd even come out in the first place.

"Whatever, you two have fun planning the wedding," he says, his tone making your hackles rise.

"Say hi to Uraume for me," Yuuji calls back, oblivious. "Tell them I still want a rematch after last week."

Sukuna waves a hand before shutting the door to his room. Yuuji turns back to you and the two of you talk about other topics while your mind wanders.

You weren't doing anything wrong. Were you?

You and Yuuji decide to meet up with Megumi and Nobara for a movie before you need to get ready for your date. While Yuuji goes to his room to change, you head to the kitchen to clean up the remains of lunch.

You're putting some glasses in the sink when you feel a warm presence at your back. You can't hold back your sigh as a familiar pair of thick arms comes to wrap around your waist and a pair of lips presses gently against your neck.

"I haven't seen you in forever," Sukuna murmurs, the movement of his lips against your neck sending a familiar pulse of want to your core. You tell yourself not to let the soft gesture get to you. He never did shit like this without a purpose and his usual purpose isn't going to be fulfilled with Yuuji in the next room.

"You saw me last week, Sukuna," you remind him before leaning away from him to close the dishwasher. His hands slip down to your hips and you just know he's staring at your ass. You roll your eyes even as he pulls you back to him once you're standing. His hands pressing into the curve of your hips, putting pressure on them in that way that makes you melt.

"That's too long, princess. I was getting lonely," he teases and you feel him smirk against your cheek. "You must be lonely too."

"Actually I'm just fine," you tell him but you tilt your head so he can kiss the skin of your face, your neck, the parts of your shoulders revealed by the stretched collar of your old t-shirt. You let him lull you into a false sense of security before he reminds you why that's a bad idea.

"Really? I just assumed you felt lonely and that's why you were agreeing to go on dates with losers you've never even met."

There it was. This was why you couldn't let Sukuna get soft with you. He never did it without returning your vulnerability with malice.

"Sukuna," you say and you go to pull his arms off you but he pushes you into the counter, you wince as the cold stone presses against your body. "Let go of me." Your tone is calm even as emotions band their way across your throat.

"I would, but you seem to get lost when I let you out of my sights. I mean you're going to go on a date with some high school teacher?"

"Your brother literally has the same job?"

"Well, are you going to fuck my brother too?"

"For fuck's sake, Sukuna, get off me!"

Sukuna does let you go but only so he can turn you to face him.

Sukuna doesn't get mad the way normal people do. Usually he's just amused, maybe even mildly annoyed, but blatant rage isn't his thing. After your years of-acquaintanceship? light antagonism?-friendship, you recognized this as the stage where he was about to make his insults increasingly personal until you needed to go cry in the bathroom later.

"We are not dating," you tell him and he rolls his eyes.

"Obviously."

"Therefore, I can go on dates with other people."

"I don't give a fuck if you go on dates with other people."

"Great, because I'm going to go on this date tonight."

"Good for you."

"Yes, yes it is good for me!"

"You seem really happy with your choices," Sukuna goads in that tone of his. You hate that tone.

"I am. I don't plan on just accepting whatever scraps some loser will throw me when there are actually decent guys who want a real relationship."

Sukuna narrows his eyes at you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I wasn't being subtle," you tell him before leaning back against the counter. Going for casual, knowing you're not quite hitting it. "Don't worry, I don't hold it against you. You can't give what you don't have, you know?"

"No, I don't know," Sukuna bites out and if he was anyone else, you would think you'd hurt his feelings but this wasn't anyone else and there was no way something you said bother him.

"You're just not a relationship person and that's-that's fine, I knew that before we started this thing. It's just, sometimes I want more." You soften your tone from earlier but it doesn't do anything to relieve the tension between the two of you.

"And this, Yuka is going to give you that?" He sounds bitter and he's not touching you. You'd been the one to tell him to back off but you couldn't remember the last time he hadn't had his hands on you in some way when it was just the two of you.

"I think his name was Yuuta," you correct before his expression tells you this is the wrong step.

"Right, okay. You know what, you go on your date and have the best time with Yuuta. I got places to be."

He brushes past you and goes back to his room just as Yuuji opens the door to his.

"Geez, what's his problem?" He asks as he makes his way over to you. You shrug your shoulders and he takes your lack of response as just your normal discontent with his brother and wraps his arm around your shoulder. "Don't let him get to you, he's just a dick."

"I know," you tell him and you do. You know Sukuna's true nature better than most.

You two make your way out of the apartment so you can make your movie and you try to ignore the guilt you feel as Yuuji talks to you.

"You know, he's actually been in a better mood the past few months. I think he might actually be seeing someone. Can you imagine who would be crazy enough to actually date that asshole?"

new series? wrote this to get the rust off so we'll see.

[ryescapades]

❝ [ expert third-wheeler ] ╰┈➤ of the same thread (kaiju no. 8)

— ii. apparently intruding on your dates with hoshina is one of your brother's favorite past times.

genre/warning: narumi gen x lil sis!reader, bf!hoshina soshiro, fluff a/n: wet and soggy stray sewer cat narumi up for adoption (affectionate) mini series masterlist

the first time it happened, you didn't think much of it.

it wasn't often that you and your boyfriend get to spend some time together with how tachikawa and the ariake maritime base being a good two hours away, more or less.

the only time that's possible is whenever hoshina is tasked to visit the first division due to the recent events involving the anti-no.9 conference and the making of his numbers weapon suit.

you're beyond grateful, really. even just the lingering eye contacts during formal meetings are enough to satisfy your soshiro-deprived self for some time, at least. take all you can get, you'd compromised with yourself. you couldn't be too picky in this line of work, after all.

hence, every time you were given the chance to finally sit down and properly have some quality time with hoshina, you'd planned on milking every loving second of it. in the world where only the two of you exist, you feel like nothing bad could ever happen.

"have you always had fangs, or have i just not been paying attention? wait, who am i kidding? my attention is too valuable to be paid on you, fox eyes."

okay, maybe you spoke too soon.

"didn't think we'd be having a third party today. and here i thought i agreed to a lunch date, not a family bonding time." hoshina hummed, shrugging off the earlier comment about him. swallowing a bite of rice, you let ouf a huff. "it is a date. that was just my inner demon talking."

irritated at the lack of attention, narumi clicked his tongue. "hey, stop being childish! i'm literally sitting right here!" he chided, snapping his chopsticks towards your boyfriend as you deadpanned at your brother. "speak for yourself. and you're not even supposed to be here, gen. did you run away from vice-captain hasegawa again?" you shot back, grabbing the game console your brother had brought along and smacking him with it, which earned you a pained yelp.

"ya know this can be considered as a breach of privacy, no? although this is a temporary space, you're here in my office without my permission, captain narumi." hoshina chuckled, leaning back against his seat behind the desk.

your brother snickered on the chair he had pulled up beside yours in front of the said desk. "exactly what you said, buddy. i'm a captain, so i can do whatever i want in a subordinate's office."

technically that's power abuse, you thought as you quietly eat your lunch, deciding to let the two men verbally argue back and forth about whatever it was they found unpleasing about the other.

oh well. surely this was a one time thing, right? your brother couldn't— shouldn't be bothered to disturb you and your boyfriend every single time... right?

∘₊✧─────────────✧₊∘

or so you thought.

the second time it happened was when you were on one of your most romantic nights ever; you were stargazing with your beloved soshiro. and in the night sky they were shining so bright, as if whatever deities above had painted them so vividly upon the most perfect of black canvases.

at that time you genuinely believed nothing could ever interfere with how the night was turning out.

if only you didn't agree to accompany your brother on one of his many game nights. though it might've been partially your fault that you didn't specify which night he could pick. and unfortunately for you, date night seemed to be the perfect choice for gen.

you clicked your tongue in annoyance when your phone dinged for the nth time. "don't ya want to check that?" soshiro laughed, clearly amused at how distraught you looked.

you shook your head, taking out the device before putting it on dnd. "it's just gen. he wants me to play games with him," you grunted. "right now?" your boyfriend asked, which you nodded at. he contemplated for a moment, before turning to you with a feline grin. "say you're comin' over,"

you almost choke on your saliva. "what?" you squeaked. soshiro stated the same thing, causing your eyebrows to raise even higher. "are you sure? we're on a date, soshiro. which we rarely get to do these days," you remarked.

the man sitting beside you hummed, the slants of his eyes giving him the ever so crafty image. "technically, it can still be one if i'm there too," he stated, smirking.

and that was how you found yourself in gen's room, watching your brother and boyfriend go at it on the former's bs5 as they sat on the laid out futon while you made yourself comfortable at gen's work chair, the sound of a two-player fighting game filling the room.

"dammit, dammit! yeah, take that, bowl-cut bastard! wait, shit— NOOO!!" the big red KO appeared on gen's side of the screen, causing you to sigh almost pitifully.

"wanna go again? i can try goin' easy on ya this time," soshiro quipped, making the man in question grit his teeth. "okay, why did i agree to this again?! why did you bring him here, kid?!" gen snapped his head towards you, pointing an accusing finger at your direction.

you threw him an innocent smile. "you asked for a game buddy, right? i just gave you one on a silver platter, nii-chan. i'm considering this as compensation for crashing my date with soshiro by the way," you drawled, lazily spinning around in the chair. at that point, you'd have been convinced that you grew up with a grumpy cat as a brother with how ferally ruffled he looked.

gen blanched in disgust, "eugh, hate it when you say his name in front of my face. you owe me a new figurine for this," he muttered. "you're a sore loser, aint'cha, captain?" your boyfriend piped in, not bothering to hide how entertained he was from this whole situation. gen sent him a death glare before he angrily plopped his ass back down, picking up the controller that he had hurled away during his outburst.

"alright, you're on, fox eyes!" he sneered before the two of them start another game, leaving you to once again enjoy the spectacle that was narumi gen losing rounds upon rounds of video games to soshiro (he did win some but you just couldn't ignore the significant difference between his victory and defeat scores).

guess a crashed date wasn't such a bad thing sometimes...

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[disneyprincemuke]

midnights, 2 * mv1

you were in the middle of eating dinner alone when you got the feeling of getting punched in the gut

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: i specialise in angst and heartbreak so B)

notes: man i shouldve just written this when my breakup was fresh, because when i tell you my heart was BROKE… (i love oversharing)

(prev) // (next)

your eyes are glued to your phone in your hand, as the other works the chopsticks to grab yourself some noodles. the tv is switched on in the background for some background noise.

the deafening silence in your apartment has haunted you for the past weeks since the breakup. to battle it, the tv is always turned on in your presence to keep you grounded.

you’ve been on instagram scrolling for about 5 minutes when a strange sensation hits you in your stomach. your throat feels weird, and your arms slowly start to feel numb.

you put the chopsticks down onto the plate that sat peacefully on your coffee table. you take a deep breath and lay your phone down on the carpet, looking around the emptiness of your apartment.

it’s the sudden realisation that you almost didn’t have a place to stay after the breakup. you had sublet the apartment your sister when you moved into max’s, and since she got engaged to her boyfriend and bought their own place, you’ve thought about putting it back on the market.

good thing you hadn’t.

it’s the weird void you felt in your chest sitting here all by yourself. being alone has never felt so definite until now.

the silence that creeps up on you every waking moment you’re in here miserably haunts you. you miss the sounds of clicking from max’s driving simulator, or the random clangs of things when the cats were in a mood, and the mews that conveyed dissatisfaction from the food bowl being empty.

your apartment is barely a shell of the home you’ve gotten used to.

you come home to nothing every day. no cats with their affectionate head rubs against your feet, and absolutely no loving boyfriend at the door whose hands cup your cheeks while he greets you with a loving kiss to your lips.

“-max verstappen scores at least three points in the sprint on saturday evening in losail, he will be crowned 2023’s champion.”

the mention of the name makes you lift your head to the tv. there’s your ex-boyfriend in all his glory, spraying champagne and having fun.

being this hung up about the breakup feels almost illegal; like you had the least right out of everyone to be so heartbroken, seeing as you did initiate it.

your phone lights up, notifications from alexandra and kika flooding your lock screen. you admire their determination — you haven’t picked up their calls and responded to text messages in almost 4 days.

you sigh and turn your head, eyes landing on the framed picture of you with the cats. you miss them terribly, almost as much as you miss the man himself. but it’s way more complicated than just dropping by into your old home to visit the cats.

victoria has mentioned to you that it’s no problem if you do in the week, since max is away for a race. you just couldn’t handle the thought to even be in that apartment. you’d just miss him way too much, and you would fold immediately.

but the constant fights that occurred towards the end of your relationship keeps reminding you to stay away. it’s unfair to keep holding on when it hurts you both.

your eyes linger on the frame that’s faced down on your entertainment centre. you have the picture in it memorised: you and max in abu dhabi under the fireworks when he won his first championship.

it was when he had first said he loved you.

how did it dwindle down so quickly? you could have sworn max was everything you wanted in a person. how did his little quirks you once loved about him be the same thing that drew you away?

you glance at the tv screen, the reporter moving on to other news. you’re holding your own hands back from chucking the tv remote at it.

“oh, god,” you mutter to yourself. the tv screen blacks out when you press the button on the remote.

you rub your forehead in frustration, feeling a headache creeping up from the back of your head. it’s the result from crying right before dinner.

the doorbell stops you from grabbing the faced down picture frame to hug— a habit you’ve gotten used to when you and max were separated due to work.

you tilt your head, eyebrows furrowing as you scramble to your feet. you push yourself off the floor and basically drag yourself over without asking who it is.

though, there’s a slight hope sparking up in your chest. could it be?

you unlock the door quickly, a small smile still stretching on your face when you realise who it is. it’s alexandra and kika, plastic bags decorating their hands and arms as they smile sadly at you.

“you really didn’t have to,” you frown, stepping aside and gesturing for them to come in.

“we can’t leave you all by yourself,” alexandra smiles, making a sharp turn for the kitchen.

you follow behind the pair, plastic bags laid down on the table slowly. it’s only then you realise the overnight bags on their shoulders, now neatly piled by the couch.

kika pulls out a bottle from a plastic bag, presenting it to you from where she is with a grin. “i am hoping you like red.”

“if you don’t,” alexandra pauses, taking out another bottle from another, “we have white wine.” she puts it down onto the table, slowly taking out bags of chips and tubs of ice cream. “but if you don’t feel like drinking, we have junk food.”

“we can eat our body weight,” kika smiles at you.

you frown, tears welling in your eyes at their thoughtfulness. “thank you,” you manage to huff out as your tears start falling out of your eyes. “this means so much to me.”

asking max for a breakup was never part of the plan that night. you still don’t even know where it came from because you know that you still want to be with him.

but when his silence filled the tiny room, eyes barely being able to meet yours, you knew that you basically had your answer. you didn’t fight for it any more after seeing the lifeless eyes that once used to be so bright.

maybe he had been beating around the bush. maybe he couldn’t bring himself to be the one to ask you for a breakup.

maybe you asking for it brought him relief, freeing him from the shackles of your deteriorating relationship.

in the flight back home, you were afraid that no one could ever love you as much as max did. but here are your friends, coming over unannounced to take care of you, despite the fact that you’ve been ignoring them.

kika and alexandra engulf you in a hug, one hand patting your hair and the other rubbing circles on your back. “we’re always here for you.”

[cherryredcheol]

"dumpling"

tldr: all the ways jun uses your nickname a/n: i love him so bad. i've been waiting to post this forever.

slobbers: around a mouthful of food

“dumpling,” he sprays it, more than says it, but you look at him nonetheless. your chopsticks paused midair, a clump of noodles hanging precariously over the rug; the rug you’d picked out together for your new living room. he liked this rug, but the one in your new bedroom was his favorite. 

“this is going to be fun. living with you, i mean. it’ll be a good time.” he stumbled over his words, overwhelmed with feeling but unable to express it. you seemed to get the point, smiling wide as you opened your mouth to slurp your noodles. he meant it too, this first night in your shared place together was just the start of, what he hoped would be, an amazing adventure. 

‘i love you, dumpling.” he smiled at you, confident you felt the same even if you hadn’t nodded in agreement enthusiastically at his words, cheeks still too full of lo mein to give a proper response to his soft words. as he watched you swallow your dinner, he leaned closer, bringing a gentle hand to your cheek, “you’ve got sauce on your face.”

taunts: when he’s winning a game

“dumpling” your head whips around, hearing his sing-songy voice from the darkness ahead. or was it behind? you can’t tell. this wing of the hybe building was dark at this time of night and it had been his wonderful idea to play hide and seek…in the dark. and now he was hiding somewhere in a building you aren’t that familiar with, tormenting you from the safety of said darkness. 

“i see you…” you whipped around again, aiming your phone flashlight at the dark corner of the conference room. were those footsteps you heard? how is he so quiet? maybe you should put a collar with a little bell on him, one to match your cat at home. lost in thought, you almost miss the movement against the wall. turning quickly, you brandish your flashlight. 

“ah! my eyes!” his hand goes up, protecting his pupils from the bright light in an entirely dark room. you hold the flashlight in place, pleased to see him struggle after he tormented you with this little chase around the dark halls of hybe. plus, you were scared if it was dark again, he’d slink off somewhere else and the game would start all over. he waved the hand not covering his eyes at you,  “put that thing down, and let's go home. i’ll give you your prize for winning…”

cackles: at your expense

“dumpling!” he barked out in a laugh. you grabbed quickly for a napkin to dab the steaming broth off your cheeks. you two were out on a hotpot date and you had slurped your noodles a little too hard causing hot, spicy soup to splash across your face. you were not hurt, just embarrassed, especially as he continued to laugh at your fumble. it even splattered onto your cute top.

“are you okay?” he giggled even as he asked this, passing you another napkin to get the sprinkle off your forehead. you took the napkin, but not without pouting at him, hoping to garner some sympathy. He laughed harder, making your pout into a full-blown frown, something he never wanted to see, especially if he caused it. 

“i’m sorry, dumpling. are you alright?” he reached for your hand across the table, offering some comfort to you, easing the embarrassment you felt. feeling your hand wrapped up in his did make you feel better. and the broth wasn’t that hot. maybe the pouting wasn’t necessary. his caring demeanor broke as he let out another giggle, “you’re just so cute, dumpling!”

calls out: while dead asleep 

“dumpling~” you’re only half awake when you hear it. his back was pressed to yours and you had assumed he was asleep. he’d had a long day and had basically passed out as soon as you two had gone to bed. you’d stayed up and played on your phone for a little while before settling down yourself. 

“dumpling~” you heard it again, clearer this time and more whiny. this time you rolled over, your front now pressed to his back. you debated waking him up, knowing he had to be up early for his schedule, but when he called out a third time, your debate ended. shaking him lightly you woke him up. 

“what’s going on? are you okay?” he was confused as to why you had woken him up, assuming something must be wrong. he was still half-asleep so he only half understood when you explained to him he’s been calling out to you in his sleep. you were just about to ask if he was having a bad dream when you were cut off by his stomach rumbling, “i think i’m just hungry, dumpling.”

whoops: when he’s proud of you

“dumpling!” he shot up from the couch as soon as he saw ‘winner’ flash across your half of the screen. you’d been in an intense mario kart tournament with wonwoo and you had just won the final race, winning the whole thing in a completely unexpected upset. the rest of the boys stared at the screen, a little shocked at the result.

“i knew you could do it!” he folded you into a bone-crushing hug, celebrating like you’d just won gold at the olympics instead of some silly video game. but he was proud of you and wanted you to know it. he pulled back to look at your face, a smile stretching across his entire face. he pulled you back into his arms, relishing in your victory. 

“i’m so proud of you,” he whispered in your ear, causing your cheeks to heat up, bashful about his confession in the room full of people, despite that it was said for only you to hear. he pulled you out of the hug for real this time, and planted a soft kiss on your cheek, deepening your blush. “wonwoo, since you lost, you have to fund our next date.” 

[kittyscupcakeandbunny]

Made by me

The Masterlist

CRAZY OVER YOU

[HYBRID AU]

[FINISHED]✅

Side Characters: Namjoon/doctor, Seokjin/doctor, Taehyung/Hybrid Tiger, Jungkook/Bunny Hybrid, Hoseok/assistant.

Warnings: Smut, mentions of blood, sharp objects, rut, beast behavior.

Genre: Fantasy, hybrids au, smut.

SUMMARY》 Yoongi is a black mamba hybrid one of rarest species of hybrids, who’s about to be put down due to his lack of interest in living. But everything changes after the new medical assistance (y/n) takes a liking to him. Meeting after meeting he realise his feelings for her are not the only thing growing.

INTRO - In the books they say

ONE - Love at first bite

TWO - Bath me with your love

THREE - Hungry for your love I

FOUR - The truth untold II

FIVE - Bitter taste, Jealousy and bites

SIX - Take Me Home

SEVEN - The last bite

SET ME FREE

[MAFIA AU]

On Going

Side Characters: Min Yoongi as Agust D/Mafia boss, Jung Hoseok as Jack/Concierge, Namjoon/Police detective, Jungkook/Police detective, Park Jimin/thief and gang leader, Taehyung/Mafia member FBI Mole, Paradise owner. Jin/unknown, Busan/Mafia boss.

Warnings: This story contains nsfw content (descriptive blood, gore, etc.) as well as sexual content. Mentions may include violence, consumption of alcohol, explicit sexual interactions, sharp objects, knife play, description of injuries, themes of major horror and also explores obsessive behaviors and codependency, robbery, killing, guns, torturing, fire, toxic yandere men, violence, possessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships.

SUMMARY: You made it. Now a police intern as you always promised to your father before he died, you were more than happy to finally be able to help people like he did. But the law was not what you expected to be like. You did not know how lonely it would be for a young woman to grow her career in this kingdom. Having to take care of your 18 year old brother wasn't easy too and things just got a lot worse when you've met Agust D. The king of the mafia Min. He sure knew how to make a life turn into a hell hole.

INTRO

ONE - Red Chopsticks

TWO - I’ll find you in a dark Paradise

THREE - A deal with the devil

FOUR - Welcome to my world

FIVE - Good girl gone bad COMING SOON

SIX - Dance with the devil COMING SOON

FINAL DESTINATION - LILITH COMING SOON

BREATH OF FIRE

[HYBRID GODS AU]

On Going

Side characters: Park Jimin/White fox hybrid.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, violence, sharp objects, suggestive words, smut, alcohol, killing.

Genre: Fantasy, romance, strangers to lovers, R +18.

SUMMARY: Did you know a fox only mates once in their life? For almost 400 years Min Yoongi never mated before, all theses years of emptiness and loneliness. He had tried so many times to end with his own hands. Until one night a hint of sweet and fire blows towards his nose, the smell was something he never felt before. And blood. Running for your life you felt hopeless in front of a lake, two man following you behind. Their disgusting smiles and eyes savoring your female body, you knew what they would do but you'd rather die. It all started with fire.

INTRO - Run little girl

ONE - Wood, cinnamon and honey.

TWO - Please wash away this blood on my skin

THREE - A taste of honey and dreams

FOUR - A Rise From The Shadows (coming soon)

…

FINAL BREATH (coming soon)

BUNNY BUNS

[HYBRID AU]

COMING SOON

Side Characters: Yoongi/black cat hybrid, Hoseok/human, Taehyung/golden hybrid.

Warnings: Smut, violence, mentions of blood. And finally some fluff.

SUMMARY: Jungkook needed to hide. He was on the run. And what better place for a bunny hybrid to hide then a Bunny coffee shop? How could he resist? You smelled sweet and looked nice. All it took was one smile of yours and a bunny bread and he was on all fours for you.

INTRO - Bunny on the run

ONE - Bunnies don’t like water (coming out soon)

TWO - Carrot Cake 🥕: Bunny in the kitchen (coming soon)

THREE - Muscle Bunny to the rescue (coming soon)

FOUR - Bunny Fever (coming soon)

THE LAST BUN (Coming soon)

ONE SHOTS

Coming soon

YOONGI

My Best Friends Crush

Characters: Min Yoongi/music theory Teacher, Jung Hoseok/dance teacher, Jungkook/art and design student, Jimin/danc student, reader/art student.

Genre: strangers to lovers, forbidden love?

Warnings: mentions of explicit language, sexual references(smutty material), consumption of alcohol, age difference.

Summary: “my whole life I always hated rules and protocols, growing to fin comfort on art as I could express myself unapologetically and freely. But there was one rule I made with myself; never fall in love with your friend crush.

With my rebellious nature, it was bound to be broken but I just never meet someone who would take that seriously.”

HOSEOK

JIMIN

JUNGKOOK

JIN

NAMJOON

TAEHYUNG

[asidian]

Set breakdown time! Next up: Niko's room.

As before, I've circled the points of interest and numbered them to make them easier to talk about. Cool? Cool. Let's do this!

1: Niko's mom's name! This part is her and Niko's surname. The kanji are 佐々木.

佐 – sa, meaning help or aid

々 – an iteration mark. When you see this, basically it means "exactly what the last one said, one more time." So another sa meaning help or aid

木 – ki, meaning tree

It's really neat that they picked a last name for her that doubles down on her role in the narrative. Just like Niko is there to support and help other characters in whatever way they seem to need, her surname hammers it home by including 佐 not once but twice.

2: Riza (リザ) Niko's mother's given name. Somewhat odd here is that it's written in katakana and not kanji. Without getting sidetracked too much (you can pop over here to read more if you're interested) most Japanese people write their names in kanji.

Katakana seems like a bit of a strange choice here, unless a) Niko for some reason doesn't know the kanji for her own mother's name (weird, given that she's in high school) b) her mother is a foreigner (a possibility; foreigners usually write their names in katakana) c) the set designer/whoever prepped the letters didn't know the appropriate kanji for "Riza" (seems unlikely, given how accurate all the rest of this is) or d) some sort of personal habit. An interesting side note is that her letter to Niko also puts Niko's name in katakana.

3: Cutesy stationery, used for marking your place in a document or book

4: A cute blue purse!

5: Watermelon! Judging by the shiny material and placement near the other bag, I'm going to guess this is another purse

6: Niko's clothes :>

7: Pink luggage

8: Lots of instant noodles

9: A rice cooker

10: Rice vinegar

11: This girl LOVES her some plants

12: Probably food items…? The one on the right looks like it might be a five-pound bag of rice, but I don't recognize the brand

13: Lots of unwashed dishes

14: A toaster oven

15: Chopsticks

16: A cute octopus pillow. I think I saw someone mention that it's from Ikea :>

17: She often leaves dirty dishes sitting on the bedside table

18: A painting of what seems to be a skyscape

19: Brightly colored pillows

20: Metal art in the shape of a moon

21: A decorative window hanging

22: More plants :)

23: Candles

24: Her tv

25: Cute pens with pompoms on the end

26: Regular tape

27: A cute cat statue

28: Marble Pop Ramune, strawberry flavor. Ramune is a type of soda that's a popular festival drink in Japan. It's sealed with a  glass marble and you have to pop the marble down into the little catch basin before you can drink it.

29: Anime wall décor

30: Fruit jelly cups. In Japan, small gelatin based snacks like this are popular. They're tiny, about an inch tall, and you eat them in just one or two bites.

31: Niko's laptop. She has stickers on it

32: Washi tape! It's decorative Japanese tape, often with bright colors and patterns, used for crafting.

33: A lot of cute magnets, including the bunny one, which serves double-duty as a kitchen timer

34: Niko's grocery list. The only thing on here that's here because she wants it is strawberry ice cream. The rest of the items, licorice tea, manuka honey, and Epsom salts, are all natural remedies. She's been trouble-shooting how to get rid of the effects of the sprites. She knows she's sick, but not why

35: Cutesy craft supplies! Sequins, glitter, and pompoms

36: More washi tape!

37: Niko's manga collection. She is that particular brand of organizational mess that does not put her numbered volumes in order. She has made an exception for the series that makes a complete picture when you line them up, though

38: More plants :)

39: Manga posters! Issho is one of the series that she has on her shelf

40: A decorative jar

41: Little metal bird sculptures

42: What seems to be the only framed picture in her room. The angle is wrong to see what the photo is, but it's interesting that they added just one in here. Maybe it's her family…?

[cuubism]

physical therapy part 4

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It takes some time, but finally, Dream's hand starts to feel better when he's painting. Granted, his grip strength still needs some work, and he's had to adjust the way he holds a brush to accommodate the lingering stiffness he gets in some of his fingers, but he's finding it hard to care when a few months ago he couldn't draw a straight line without it turning into a scribble. He'd known Hob was good at his job, but it still feels like a miracle.

The only downside is that once he makes enough progress Hob will surely decide to end their sessions. And while he had said that he liked Dream, that he cared about Dream... Dream is finding it hard to feel assured of those feelings. Someone's feelings can change on a dime, and it's impossible to predict.

But finally the day does come when Hob deems him progressed enough to simply continue his exercises at home. "At this point I think you've regained enough mobility that it's just a matter of gradually increasing how much you're using your hand," he says. "You've made a ton of progress."

"Have I?" Dream is less sure. Some things are certainly easier now, like doing tasks around the house, and picking things up. Art is another matter. Though perhaps he is simply making excuses because he doesn't want to stop seeing Hob.

"Yeah, look." Hob pulls out a folder from amongst his files, and shows Dream several sketches--the ones Dream's made in session, which he's apparently kept. Dream picks up the oldest sketch, the cats he'd doodled at his first appointment. They're shaky and uneven, like something he might have drawn when he was barely four. He supposes he can't deny the progress since then. He's torn between wanting to tear the drawing up, for it's too wretched a reminder--and wanting to hold it close to his chest.

"It's not that I think there's no more room for improvement, or anything," Hob says. "I just don't think continuing these frequent sessions is going to offer more than a marginal benefit."

Dream thinks that the benefit he is receiving at this point is more in being able to look forward to seeing Hob each week, than the physical therapy itself. He needs something to look forward to. He's put Hob's objectively terrible finger painting on his fridge. It's still the only spot of color in his empty flat. He needs that.

"So," Hob continues, "I thought I'd take you out to celebrate."

That pulls Dream from his head. "You... will?"

Hob winks at him. "Promised you, didn't I?"

Yes. Dream supposes he had promised that if Dream's feelings held true Hob would act on them. Is that what he's doing? Dream's growing disappointment swiftly morphs into something else. Hope.

"I--" he swallows hard. "I. Would like that." It's still strange, to have something he wants. And to feel like it may be okay to express it.

"Perfect." Hob grins, gets up, holds out a hand.

"Now?"

"You got somewhere else to be?"

Dream never has anywhere else to be, and doubts he would go there if he did. He takes Hob's hand.

Hob takes him to a Chinese restaurant nearby, and Dream looks at him suspiciously as Hob passes him a pair of chopsticks with a cheeky grin. "Now you are just testing me."

"Yup. 'Course if you can't use chopsticks in the first place then it's moot."

Dream can use chopsticks. Could. No, can. Death would say that he should think positively.

So he takes the chopsticks.

Once their food comes, Hob, the absolute bastard, puts down his own chopsticks and picks up a fork instead. And Dream knows, somehow he just knows, that it's not because he can't use them. He's teasing Dream. Or perhaps ensuring that Dream won't compare himself if he struggles. Or both.

He should feel hurt by the teasing but... somehow he's not.

"See?" Hob says when Dream manages to eat his noodles with the chopsticks. It's... not that hard. It doesn't even hurt. Maybe Hob is better at his job than Dream even thought.

It makes him tear up. Such a silly, small thing to start crying over when he's barely cried at all, even when he'd first hurt his hand.

"Hey, it's okay," Hob soothes him, wiping away Dream's tears with his thumb. "I think the noodles are salty enough without the addition of tears, hm?"

Dream laughs, wiping at his eyes when the tears keep falling. "Good tears," he manages to say.

"I know," Hob says, and smiles at him.

Dream surprises himself by having an actually nice time. He hasn't had a nice time doing something in so long. It feels good. He doesn't want it to end.

Of course, it does end, and he finds himself lingering outside the restaurant, hesitant to go home. Particularly as he no longer has a set time when he will see Hob. He feels aimless without that, but. It is hard to ask.

"Dream..." Hob starts, likewise lingering in front of the restaurant. The lights of the signage above cast his face in shades of violet. Dream has thought him handsome before, but never so much as now.

Hob hesitates over what to say, then finally just steps over to him. "Come here."

And before Dream can decide how to react, Hob folds him into a hug.

Dream goes still on instinct. Then, gradually, relaxes into Hob's strong hold. He... can't remember the last time someone hugged him.

He lets himself tuck his face into Hob's shoulder.

"Hey," Hob says. His voice is so close to Dream's ear now. "I'm proud of you."

Dream hears himself make a tiny whimpering sound. He. He does not know how to be proud of himself. He thinks he would only be proud of himself if he could go back in time and stop himself from getting in that terrible relationship to begin with. But he does like how it sounds when Hob says it.

Hob gives him one more squeeze, then, disappointingly, releases him. "I almost forgot. I have something for you."

He digs around in his bag and comes back with a box that looks rather like art supplies of some kind. "It's modelling clay," he explains. "So you can play around and work on your hand without just doing, you know, boring exercises all the time."

Hob is too considerate of him, truly. Dream holds the box close.

"You okay to get home?" Hob asks, and Dream nods. His ex has not bothered him again, and Dream is now hopeful that he won't. Though that does not necessarily mean he doesn't want Hob to follow him home.

"Good," Hob says. Then, while Dream is still thinking about the hug and the clay and everything else, Hob leans in and kisses his cheek. "Goodnight, Dream."

Dream stands paralyzed until Hob is gone, and it's only then that he realizes he failed to set another time for them to meet. He supposes he does have Hob's office contact info. Still, it is disappointing not to have something to look forward to.

But when he gets home, and opens the box of clay, he finds a note inside. It has the name of a coffee shop, and Tuesday, 3pm?, and Hob's personal number. At first he's confused. Why wouldn't Hob simply ask him while they were together? And then he realizes that Hob must be trying to give him a chance to comfortably back out if he wants to by letting him decide in private. It makes him want to cry again. Hob truly is too considerate of him.

But he takes out his phone and types in Hob's number, and a simple reply. Yes.

[makeitmingi]

The Cat and Dog Game [Chapter 29]

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Comedy

Pairing: Yunho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Chef!Reader, RestaurantOwner!Yunho, MaitreD!Hongjoong, Waiter!Yeosang, Waiter!San, Waiter!Mingi, SousChef!Seonghwa, SousChef!Wooyoung, PrepChef!Jongho

Summary: Yunho's dream was to open and run his own restaurant. But he doesn't know anything when it comes to cooking. Until you came along and accepted the job, bringing with you a small crew. How will the black cat tame the energetic golden retriever?

Word count: 3.2K

Yunho was outside your door, waiting for you. When you stepped out of the lift, you let out a sigh of relief, seeing him there. He was leaning against the wall and checking his phone as he waited for you. Upon hearing your heels, he looked up.

"(y/n)." He breathed out.

"Yunho. You're here." You let out a shaky breath. You couldn't even give him a fake smile anymore, you were too tired from doing that the whole evening.

"Thanks for coming." You said, opening your front door so the both of you could enter.

"No need to thank. I'll be here for you whenever you need me. You look amazing, by the way." He smiled.

"Thanks." You let yourself and him into the house. The first thing you did was toss your heels aside. Yunho removed his shoes and coat, putting it over the arm rest of the couch.

"Are you ok-"

You cut him off by hugging him. Yunho looked down at the top of your head and slowly wrapped his arms around you. He held you tight, against his body, giving you all the warmth and protection he could give. You didn't want to cry so you just took deep breaths, squeezing your eyes shut.

"It's okay." He stroked the back of your head. You were obviously not okay and he didn't want to talk too much, maybe you just wanted your silence, like always.

"I've got you." He promised, pressing his cheek against the top of your head.

"Sorry." You pulled away from him.

"Nothing for you to be sorry about." He cupped your cheek, staring into your eyes. Yunho could see all the emotions in your eyes. You chewed on your bottom lip, gulping.

"It's late and we have to go in tomorrow. I shouldn't have..." You shook your head, wanting to pull back even more.

"No, don't say that. Why don't you get out of this stuffy dress and get ready for bed? I'll be here." He smiled softly. You looked up at him, was he indirectly offering to stay the night? Or should you ask him to stay with you?

"Okay." You whispered. Yunho hummed and kissed your forehead before letting you go. After sending Seonghwa a text that you were home, you went to take a quick shower.

When you came out, drying your hair with a towel, you saw Yunho had a plastic bag in his hand.

"I ordered some food. Just something small." He smiled. You hummed and stepped closer to the counter to see what he ordered.

"It's Chinese food. Not too heavy like rose tteokbokki or oily like fried chicken." He explained. You went to get some small plates and pour some water for the both of you.

"How did you know I haven't eaten?" You raised an eyebrow.

"I... asked Seonghwa hyung... Don't be mad at him! I just wanted to make sure you ate before going to sleep." He said.

"I knew he would rat me out. But thank you for ordering food for me, I guess I am a little hungry now." You chuckled as you admitted, making the boy grin. While in the shower, you let all your frustrations wash down the drain. Now that Yunho was here, you weren't going to be all depressed and moody.

"This is yours." He took out the jjajangmyeon and unwrapped it, handing it to you. Before taking his own food out, he even broke chopsticks for you.

"Thank you. What are you having?" You asked, mixing the sauce into the noodles.

"Jjampong." He smiled and unwrapped his own bowl, pouring the soup into the noodles to eat.

"I'll tell you the gist of what happened. Ever since my mother died and my step family entered the picture, my relationship with my father is... awful, to say the least." You started to tell him.

"Do you not talk to him?" He asked.

"I do. I just... every time we talk, it ends up in an argument of some sort. A part of me still holds on to the old him, the person he was when my mother was around. That's why I bother to attend these events." You shrugged.

"But like tonight, he always proves to me that he'll never go back to the father that I knew. From a young age, I stopped becoming his poster child." You said.

"Was he abusive...?" Yunho was afraid to ask. Once again, he had to think about the 'right' questions to ask.

"The opposite, he didn't care at all. I was invisible. He only 'cared' after I left home." You rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

"For a long time, he tried to showcase my stepbrother. But I grew up in that sort of world, they all knew he had a daughter, they remember me and my mother, no matter how much he tries to deny it."

"He's your father, why would he deny it? That's just wrong." Yunho shook his head, dismayed.

"Sometimes when you move on, you try to erase your past." You said.

"That's awful. I'm sorry, I wouldn't want a relationship with a parent like that too." Yunho said, reaching over to hold your hand to offer some comfort.

"So to avoid there being rumours about him being a bad father to me, he tries to paint this picture of a happy step family. He acts like I'm included, that he wants me to take over the family business, parade me around to all his connections. But it's all just for show." You chuckled bitterly.

"Do you want to though? Take over his business." Yunho didn't even know what business your father was in but he knew, for sure, it didn't have you in the kitchen like now.

"No way. But my stepbrother's out there becoming a surgeon while I cook, so you can guess who is the one my father says will take over."

"Is he not supportive?" Yunho frowned.

"Not in the slightest. I'm the black sheep of the family now. The one who is rebelling by working in a kitchen instead of working a high paying job." You snorted.

"I'm sorry, (y/n). You don't deserve that. Especially after all the hardwork you put in to get to where you are." He said.

"Don't be sorry, Yunho. It's just the reality of how things are." You smiled sadly.

"Still, it isn't fair. You don't treat family like that." He scoffed. You hummed, rubbing his hand with your thumb. After finishing all the food, you both cleared up the place. You made yourself and Yunho a cup of tea.

"You might be able to fit into Seonghwa's shorts..." You said, digging into the cupboards. Luckily Yunho had an undershirt he could wear to sleep.

"What are you doing standing there? It's okay to come in." You chuckled, noticing how he was just standing at the door way.

"Thank you." He came in. Your room was very monochromatic, with light grey walls.

"Here. You can get changed in there." You handed Yunho a pair of Seonghwa's looser shorts that you knew he couldn't wear anymore. Yunho entered your bathroom to change.

"They're a little short but I'll manage for one night." Yunho laughed as he came out of the bathroom.

"Sorry." You giggled. He shook his head, assuring you that he was fine. Entering your bathroom, you got him a spare toothbrush from the cupboard. The both of you brushed your teeth together. While you didn't feel uncomfortable, there was a lingering awkwardness. This was oddly intimate.

You've acted so comfortably around Seonghwa, Wooyoung and Jongho. But you suddenly felt so shy around Yunho, you felt vulnerable showing this side of yourself to him.

"(y/n), are you alright? If this is too much or awkward, I can sleep on the couch or in the guestroom." Yunho broke your train of thought.

"I'm fine, Yunho. There's no need for you to sleep somewhere else. I just..." You couldn't find your words.

"I understand. I can stay with you until you sleep." He smiled softly, knowing where you came from. To be honest, his heart was racing too at the thought of sleeping next to you.

"No, I- I would prefer if you stayed. I don't want to be alone..." You confessed in a whisper.

"Okay." He tucked your hair behind your ear. As you both sipped your tea, your phone rang, it was Seonghwa calling you.

"Hey, Hwa... Yeah, I'm okay... You're headed back now? Tell your parents I'm sorry for leaving without saying goodbye to them... I know that but still... Mhmm, how mad is he?... Alright, I'll see you tomorrow? We'll talk then... Yeah, bye." You said and hung up.

"Who is mad?" Yunho asked when you placed your phone on your nightstand to charge.

"My dad... I did leave mid argument with him and before the event officially ended. That's always a big no-no since it can potentially embarrass him." You shrugged.

"Is it bad? That he is angry." Yunho winced as he asked. He didn't want to imagine what would happen.

"It used to be. But I hardly see him now so it doesn't matter." You chuckled.

After the tea was done, you went out to put the empty cups in the sink outside. Yunho looked over at Yuyu and Yunnie, who were perched on your pillow. He chuckled, placing them on his lap.

"Are you stealing my animals?" You asked when you came in, seeing Yunnie on his right thigh and Yuyu on his left.

"Considering they're named after me, I'm pretty sure I have some ownership rights, don't I?" Yunho tilted his head. You laughed and grabbed your phone, wanting to take a picture of him. Yunho was more than happy to indulge you, even smiling brightly as you took the picture of him.

"Give them back now." You took the two, hugging them as you got under the covers. Yunho laughed at how cute you were and slid under the blanket.

"(y/n), can I hold you?" He asked nervously. You were silent for a while before you let out a hum of approval.

"Okay." You replied. Yunho carefully wrapped an arm around you to pull you closer until you were almost pressed against his chest.

"Yunho, I'm sorry, I know we were supposed to talk tonight... I didn't mean for it to end on such a note. I keep ruining everything." You sighed, staring at his chest.

"Don't say that, you're not ruining anything. We don't have to talk now." He whispered.

"I don't know how to really express my feelings or put the right words out. But... I like you, Yunho. I'm not the best with relationships of any kind but I know that I like you." You confessed. Now, Yunho hoped you couldn't hear how his heart was pounding.

"It's okay, (y/n)... That's all I needed to hear. Thank you." You felt him kiss the crown of your head. Your cheeks were so warm, you couldn't even look up at him.

"We're in this together, okay? You don't have to handle all this on your own." He promised.

"I'm glad I have you, Yunho." You murmured, slowly falling asleep with the warmth and security that Yunho was giving you.

"Goodnight, love." He wished. With you safe and sound in his arms, Yunho fell asleep easily too. And despite not being in his own bed, he swore he had never slept so soundly in a long time.

-

Even if you were fine with leaving Yunho in your home alone while you went to work earlier, he insisted on going in with you. You knew he didn't need to go as early as you did and you wanted him to get more sleep. But he claimed he had infinite golden retriever energy, whatever that means.

"Here." You handed Yunho a cup of coffee when he came out after getting dressed.

"Thank you." He smiled and took a sip. You went to take your knives, packing them into your knife wrap.

"Do you want some breakfast before we go?" You asked.

"No, I'm good. We can just eat there." Yunho yawned. Honestly, he didn't want you to have to cook for him right before you were going to leave.

"Let's go." You said, checking your watch. After wearing your shoes, you and Yunho headed to his car with hands interlocked.

When you arrived, you entered the place. Wooyoung, Jongho and Seonghwa were waiting in their cars. You missed the raised eyebrow look Wooyoung shot Seonghwa, seeing you and Yunho openly holding hands. Seonghwa just shrugged.

"Morning." You greeted. Yunho let go of your hand seeing Wooyoung come up to hug you tightly. He opened the door to let all of you into the kitchen.

"Hwa?" You nodded over to the walk in. Seonghwa, who was tying his apron strings, looked up at you and followed you.

"What happened last night?" Seonghwa frowned worriedly. You began to briefly tell him the conversation between you and your father about your uncle Junghyun.

"I was just sick of it so I left. I'm sorry for leaving and worrying you." You sighed, rubbing your temples.

"Don't be sorry." Seonghwa patted your head. You let out a hum. Seonghwa smiled and gave you a hug, patting you on the back.

"So, you and Yunho?" He raised an eyebrow. You nodded again, a lot slower this time. You felt your cheeks heat up, like a teenager that was caught fooling around by her parent.

"Last night, it happened last night. I've been wanting to tell him but I really didn't want to tell him, considering what happened and all the emotions running high. It all just came out when he was comforting me. It was... I didn't want him to think that I only said it because he was the one comforting me." You rambled.

"Okay, okay. Calm down, sweetheart. I'm sure he does not think that judging by the big grin on his face when you walked in holding hands." Seonghwa calmed you.

"We'll talk properly after this, alright?" He looked at you with a soft smile. You nodded and walked out with him.

"Are you okay?" Yunho asked in a whisper when you emerged from the walk in.

"Yeah, don't worry." You said, giving him a small smile before beginning the prep the things for the morning. You completely focused on baking, throwing every other thought to the side.

"Jam for the danishes are done." Jongho announced.

"Thank you." You took the saucepan and left it by your station to cool while you prepared the cake batter.

"Woo, help me throw these in the oven. I need to check on my confit plums." You instructed. The male saluted and came over to help you while you checked on your cake filling. You were making a Victoria sponge but instead of jam, it was soft confit plums with cream.

"Tiramisu is done, going into the fridge to set and chill." Seonghwa informed and brought the trays in. After your plums were done, you filled the jam pastries so they could back.

"Good morning." The other boys came in.

"(y/n)! Seonghwa hyung! You're back." San smiled as he came over to you. He wrapped his arms around your shoulders to hug you.

"Thank you for the warm welcome, Sannie." You chuckled while he grinned proudly. You would have reciprocated if your hands were not touching food at the moment.

"I could use your help." You told him. He saluted and went to put his bag down then wash his hands.

"How many people do you need?" Yeosang asked.

"Just one. Thank you." You smiled. Hongjoong and Mingi shot you waves before going to the front to help Yunho set up for the day. San came back with the spare apron Yunho always wears and began to help you with the jam pastries. You put the filling and he helped fold them then crimp the edges.

"Where's San?" Yunho asked when he only saw 3 friends emerge from the kitchen.

"Helping (y/n). She needs an extra pair of hands." Mingi informed. Yunho tried his best not the frown, he was always your assistant in the kitchen. Why didn't you call him?

"Relax, San was there welcoming her back so she asked him to help." Hongjoong said with amusement.

"Let's just get ready for opening..." Yunho mumbled. Today was the weekend so they were expecting a lot more families to come in.

When the shop opened, as expected, there were a lot of customers. Yunho was happy, seeing the line and filled tables. It meant that the restaurant was doing well.

"Excuse me?" A smartly dressed male came up to the counter. Yunho shook his head to re-focus himself.

"Sorry, sir. How may I help you?" Yunho smiled.

"No worries. One large americano, please. Hot. And... a jam pastry." The male ordered, leaning towards the display to see what was left. Yunho nodded and rang him up. He tried not to stare at the black card that was handed to him.

"Also, is (y/n) around?" The male asked. Now, that got Yunho's attention.

"You are...?" Yunho asked back, a little defensively. In case this guy was dangerous, Yunho wasn't going to give away that you were in the back working.

"Family member." The male replied. Yunho's eyes widened slightly, was this your father? The man Yunho never met but hated.

"Don't need to call her, I know she's busy. I'll wait over there." The male said, not wanting to hold up the line anymore. Yunho handed the card back to the male, as well as the placeholder.

"Here you go." Yeosang served his drink and pastry. The male smiled and thanked Yeosang.

As Yunho continued to clear the line of waiting customers, he would occasionally glance over at the male. True to what he said, he just sat there, waiting. Well, he did order another cup of coffee so he wouldn't be hogging the table unfairly. Mingi, who was working next to his best friend, noticed this.

"Who is that? Do you know him? You've been looking over at him." Mingi asked.

"I don't know who he is but he's looking for (y/n). Or rather, waiting for her. He says that he's her family member but I don't know..." Yunho replied in a low voice.

"Should I tell her?" Mingi offered.

"No, I'll tell her. See if she's free." Yunho said. He called Hongjoong to help him take over the cash register momentarily.

"Hey, are you free?" Yunho asked you as he walked in. Thankfully, you were cleaning up with Jongho while Wooyoung ang Seonghwa prepared lunch.

"Uh, depends on what you need me for." You replied.

"There's some guy outside. An older gentleman. He said he's your family member and has been waiting for you." Yunho informed. You paused for a while and Seonghwa turned around when he heard Yunho's words.

"Hang on." You said to Jongho, who nodded his head, understanding. Your heart sank to your stomach, thinking that it could be your father that came to visit you.

"(y/n)..." Seonghwa started.

"I'll go see. It's fine." You assured Seonghwa and walked out of the kitchen with an extremely worried Yunho in tow.

~

Series masterlist

[nyoomfruits]

‘shush’ maxoscar or lestappen!

[ shush ] for a kiss to silence the other party

“The lease on my apartment is ending,” Oscar says, drops it in the middle of Max’s weirdly fond rant about the cats having developed the ability to open doors and using it mostly for evil. They’re sitting on the couch in Max’s apartment, Max’s toes tucked under Oscar’s thigh, Oscar’s feet resting on the little pouf in front of the couch. They’re both holding a half-eaten plate of stir fry, one of the few dishes Max can make without making Oscar wince repeatedly, half-watching an old episode of Friends on the TV.

“Oh,” Max says, frowns. “The Monaco one, you mean?”

Oscar nods. He got it last year, when he was in his second year of F1 still, and even though he’d just signed a multi-year contract with McLaren, it had felt presumptions, to assume this was going to be his home for a long time. And so he’d rented an apartment, just for the year, and see how he felt after.

And then Max had happened, right after the Hungary Grand Prix. Oscar had bumped into him at the party, mixed feelings about his own win, Max angry about his race, and they’d collided in something that was really only meant to blow off steam, on both sides really.

But then it had happened again. And again. And again. And then Oscar had started sleeping over at Max’s place more and more. They started spending time between races together, they started spending all of their time between races together. Oscar has a key now, to Max’s place, right next to the keys to his own apartment. One he hasn’t really been to in the past three months or so.

One of which the lease is ending soon.

“Yeah,” Oscar says. And he’s not asking any questions, because he’s bad at asking these questions, but Max has always been exceptional at reading him, so.

“Well, we will have sell most of the furniture, I think,” Max says, placing his fork down, because he still refuses to try and eat noodles with chopsticks. “Unless you want to keep some of it. But I hope not. That couch is quite ugly.”

“Thanks, Max,” Oscar says, but he can’t help but smile behind his own bite of noodle. It is a bit of an ugly couch, truth to be told. He hadn’t put that much thought into styling his apartment, just let the stylist at the store decide what he needed.

“You’re welcome,” Max says, smiling. “Anyway, do you think we would need a truck? Your clothes are mostly here already, we’ll have to take some of the decorations and stuff, the trophy’s obviously. Do you still have those plates from the one time I actually came over to your place for lunch? I quite liked those, maybe bring those. Maybe a truck is a bit much, I can ask Lando, he has this ridiculously large Range Rover for some reason, he might let me borrow it, we can shove all the stuff in the back. It’s not that far from your apartment to here, so it’s shouldn’t take us that long-“

And that’s, belatedly, when it hits Oscar. What Max is talking about. Why he’s so concerned about Oscar’s furniture and how he’s going to move it all and what he’s going to keep. Because to Max, the only really logical explanation is that he moves here. All Oscar had wanted was to open the conversation, talk about their future maybe. But to Max, their future has always been crystal clear.

It’s them. It’s here. It’s forever.

Oscar purposely puts his plate aside, leans forward, slow deliberate, takes Max’s plate away from him as well, and then, right in the middle of Max’s rant about Oscar’s decorative bed pillows, kisses him full on the mouth.

“Hey,” Max says, when he pulls away, looking slightly confused. “What was that for?”

“I love you,” Oscar says, because he doesn’t really know how else to say ‘I want that too’ and ‘thank you for everything you are’ and ‘you are my favorite person in the whole world’.

Max smiles, slow and soft and fond, and presses another kiss to Oscar’s lips. “I love you too,” he says, and then, just because he’s Max, adds, “Roomie.”

Oscar laughs, one that releases all the tension he’d been feeling about bringing this up, let’s his head fall forward against Max’s chest, takes in the familiar scent of laundry detergent and Max. “Don’t,” he warns.

Max laughs too, rubs his hand over Oscar’s back as Oscar picks his head off of Max’s chest and leans in for another slow, long kiss.

Roomies. Oscar will take it, if that means he gets to have this.

[ghostofbambifanfiction]

Under the cut: a snippet from another random Jily oneshot I started a while back and have never been arsed to finish.

There are terrible venues at which to stage a first date, and then there's a noodle canteen.

Admittedly, a noodle canteen is not the worst place for a first date—his mate Peter once brought a girl to a family funeral—but it is the worst kind of restaurant.

Reason one of two: James can't even order the fucking noodles that the aforementioned noodle canteen is known for. He is not particularly skilled in the art of using chopsticks, and even on a fork, noodles have a pesky habit of sliding off and spattering sauce everywhere, which is a first date Don't. A first date faux pas. A first date tragedy. James only ever goes to this place for its teriyaki salmon soba, but the risk to his shirt and his dignity is too great.

He orders the spicy miso mackerel instead, which comes with brown rice and is tasty, but decidedly not salmon-esque.

Reason two of two: it's a noodle canteen. He and his date aren't sequestered away at a private table, where any other major mistake on his part might go unnoticed by all but the woman he's with, but jammed right at the end of a busy public bench. To James's left sits a man who could easily be found walking calmly away from an explosion in a major Hollywood blockbuster, manoeuvring chopsticks through his own noodles with silky expertise while he listens to his stunning girlfriend talk about some prick from her work, who sounds like a right sort; not that James is eavesdropping, or at least, he'll deny it if anyone asks.

Point is, he's a little off his game.

All right, he's a lot off his game. He's several miles off his game. He'll need to take the Eurostar if he ever hopes to reach the vicinity of his game, but that would leave him in France, which is the only scenario that could make this evening worse.

At the very least, it's warm here in the restaurant. It's colder than his vegetable crisper outside.

"Is your food good?" he asks Chloë from Hinge.

Chloë from Hinge, who suggested the noodle canteen in the first place, pops a generous forkful of kimchee into her mouth and shrugs. "Yeah, it's alright."

James tries not to be put off by the fact that she's speaking to him through a wide-open mouthful of fermented cabbage. Or that they both promised to wear Christmas jumpers on this date and she turned up in a silver halter dress instead.

He wonders if she's spoken through a wide-open mouthful of fermented cabbage because she wants to put him off.

It's not beyond reason to think it. Chloë's interest in James appears to have waned since she asked him for his astrological sign over their gyoza starters and replied, "Wow, huge red flag" upon learning that he is Aries, and with such blunt distaste that he's still not sure if she was joking, because she did not clarify her position during the awkward silence that followed. Everything has been weird since then, with James feeling forced by circumstance to supply most of the conversation while she's stared at him with glazed-over eyes, has not asked to see a single picture of his cat, and winced when she learned that he shares a flat with his brother.

Is that a bad thing, sharing a flat with one's brother at his age?

James is only twenty-five, which is practically the first flush of youth and not nearly old enough to cross the roommate-having threshold that separates "pushing it" from "downright embarrassing." The downright embarrassing age is forty, which he thought everyone knew.

Besides, Sirius hasn't yet learned to function properly without him. He'd forget to take his vitamins and wouldn't set up standing orders to pay his bills, if he didn't live with James. He wouldn't know to separate whites from darks when he laundered his clothes—or maybe he wouldn't launder his clothes, just purchase more clothes whenever they grew dirty. James has had to learn to handle all of that stuff because he lives with Sirius. In many ways, it has been excellent practice for fatherhood, which should count as a plus in his favour. Chloë's profile says she wants to have kids.

And while James is hard-wired to believe that, when it comes to women, he must be the one to blame when things go wrong… he's starting to think that Chloë might be the problem.

He's really not sure what's happened. She called him fit a bunch of times on Hinge, where they got along quite well.

Now she seems annoyed to be here.

If he could, he'd ask the too-attractive and intelligent-seeming couple next to him for their thoughts on the matter, but they're happily enjoying their cherry blossom lemonades and the woman (who is eating teriyaki salmon soba, an extra rub of salt in the wound) has already slanted one-too-many pitying half-smiles in his direction. So she probably thinks the fault all lies with him.

"It's bloody cold out there, isn't it?" he offers, which is just pathetic, really. The weather was the first topic they touched on when they sat down, but she's not been buying anything else he's selling, so here they are again.

His other option is to explain the work that goes into taking care of the adult toddler he lives with, but he doubts that she'll be interested.

"Freezing," Chloë replies, addressing her cabbage.

"Makes me wish I was on a beach somewhere."

"Yeah. That'd be nice."

"Last time I was on holiday I was with my family in Greece. One day it was so hot my mum said you could fry an egg on the ground, so we tried it—my brother and I—but it barely wound up partially cooked," he starts to ramble. "She was all grouchy when we told her about it, said we shouldn't take her words so literally, but she's a chef, so I personally think she was mad that we'd found a chink in her knowledge."

"Mmm," his date agrees. Then she drops her chopstick on the table with an ungainly clatter. "D'you mind if I go to the toilet?"

Freedom! his mind sings. Whole MINUTES of sweet freedom from this torture! "Go right ahead."

Chloë doesn't need telling twice. She slides off the edge of the bench and unfurls at speed, rising to her high-heeled feet with the slightest wobble and shouldering her purse. James watches her retreating back as she hurries away, thankfully (or tragically) in the direction of the toilets, rather than the exit.

He's not sure how he feels about that.

As humiliating as it would be to get ditched in a noodle canteen, the relief of ending this night early would almost be worth the trouble.

With a laboured sigh, he pushes both hands through his rumpled hair once, then bows his head over the long table in a move reminiscent of a lonely Ken, one elbow on either side of his plate, cradling his forehead with the tips of his fingers.

The sooner he gets out of here…

"Sounds like your mother wound up with egg on her face," quips the beefcake.

James lifts his head from his hands at once.

"Oh god, Kingley," the beefcake's stunningly pretty girlfriend (James can only assume she's his girlfriend, like calls to like and all that) groans, regarding him with disgust. "That was too cheesy to stomach, I'm leaving right now."

The beefcake ignores her and twists in his seat to face James. "You know that your date's not interested, yeah?"

"I'd gleaned that."

"I mean it's been painful to witness. Hasn't it?" The beefcake (Kingsley?) turns back around to solicit his companion's opinion, but she merely (kindly?) rolls her eyes and tosses a lock of red hair behind her shoulder with great delicacy and grace. "Just awkward as arse. I'm almost queasy thinking about it."

[mitsvriii]

Attraction, pt 2

Pairings: Tomioka Giyu x reader, Obanai Iguro x Mitsuri Kanroji

TW's: none

Word Count: 730+

A/N: all images are from the KnY manga, thank you for the support on part 1. Giyu and Muichiro treat each other like siblings.. Again, sorry if anything is inaccurate. Sorry if it's shorter than you expected, but I hope you enjoyed it nonetheless!

Tags: @vkqxc20, @minnipe, @imyourbrokenfridge, @sugaremedy

It wasn't long before you and Giyu had made it to the ramen shop, still hand-in-hand. Despite how off-putting he might seem, he was actually enjoyable to be around. You two had chatted about random things, like favorite colors, weather, different breathing styles. And he surprisingly answered all of them, even your stupid questions like, was he a dog or cat person, would he cry at weddings, and do you snuggle your pillow when you go to sleep.

He seemed to be enjoying your company, and he even smiled at you. To which you responded with smile yourself. You were glad he was so comfortable around you, he wasn't like that with anyone besides Muichiro.

"We're here", Giyu interrupted the silence. "What do you want? I can order for you."

You looked up at him, "Just chicken ramen."

Giyu nodded at your words, "Then I'll get some, too." He gave you a short smile before opening the door to the shop for you.

You sat down at a small table, waiting for Giyu to come back once he ordered. You let out a small yawn as you looked around, the shop wasn't that full. But you supposed it was because it was about to be three, everyone was finishing up work.

It was a little later when Giyu returned, sitting down beside you. "It should be ready in less than ten minutes."

Okay so ten minutes more with Giyu, that wouldn't be awkward at all. You two had talked about everything, well, you had talked about everything. Giyu was more of a listener than a talker, although that was mostly obvious. Maybe you should ask him if he wanted to ask you anything?

"Do you want to ask me anything Giyu? I've been the one bombarding you with questions after all", you turned your head to look at him, awaiting his answer.

"Oh um, not really", Giyu fiddled with his hands, "I don't have any right now."

You nodded and rested your chin on the palm of your hand. A minute had to have passed by, right? It's not like you didn't enjoy Giyu's company, you just didn't know what to talk about with him. The Water Hashira went on most missions alone for god's sake.

But at the same time it was calming to stay in silence. You yourself only chatted if it was with someone new. You remember going out to eat with Kyojuro once after a mission, and having to listen to him say "Omai!" at the top of his lungs every time he took a bite of food.

You and Giyu sat in silence for at least another minute or so, sneaking glances at one another. It wasn't long after that when a waiter had came with your ramen bowls and chopsticks, leaving with a bow.

Giyu looked at you, as if expecting you to start eating first. You glanced at him before taking your chopsticks in hand, picking up a bite. You blew on it, taking a bite. That seemed to be the sign Giyu was looking for, as he did the same. So he was waiting for you to eat first, what a gentleman.

You two ate together, cracking little jokes here and there. You were glad that Obanai had eyes on Mitsuri, because Giyu was much more enjoyable to be around, to be with.

You two had finished eating after a few minutes, you were now heading back to headquarters after you had paid the bill, well. Giyu had paid the bill for you, much to your protests. He insisted that it was his pleasure, so naturally you relented and let him pay it.

You didn't seem to notice the way Sanemi's mouth dropped when you and Giyu walked back to headquarters hand in hand. Or the way Gyomei gave a knowing smile, and Muichiro looked on, confused on who you were. Shinobu smiled in victory as Uzui groaned and handed her 300 yen, and Kyojuro seemed to beam at the sight of you two. Not that you both noticed anything. You honestly didn't even bother to notice that Mitsuri and Obanai were out again, your mind now focused on the raven haired man holding your hand.

The one thing Obanai had done right to you was not recuperating your feelings, because if he did you wouldn't be as happy as you were right now with Giyu.

[rumi-buni]

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒲𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒦𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹𝒷𝓎𝑒𝓈

Baji (Platonic) x Reader x Kazutora

Word count: 4,203

Synopsis: Despite everything, you're still at his side.

You met Baji Keisuke in the rain. You were 10 years old, dressed in a bright yellow raincoat. Your figure stark against the gloom brought by the summer rain. your matching rain boots covered in mud with a fat frog squirming in your hands. He wore his own raincoat, a shiny firetruck red. His eyes went wide at the sight of the slimy thing in your hands. Before you knew it he was right in front of you, asking to hold the frog. His eagerness startled you causing you to drop the poor creature. The frog was quick to hop away, but you and Baji were quick to run after it. You and Baji spent the rest of the afternoon in the rain, catching frogs and splashing through puddles. The two of you would end up sick the following day, but this was one of your fondest memories of the boy you would come to think of as your brother.

You were 11 when Baji introduced you to his friend. He’d asked you to meet him at a cafe, told you there was someone he wanted you to meet. When you arrived you didn’t expect the nervous-looking boy that was standing in front of you. His appearance didn’t match his demeanor, his permed hair and neck tattoo suggested that he was a delinquent. But the way he couldn’t meet your eyes and fiddled with his fingers made you think otherwise.

“Y/N, this is Kazutora.”

Those 4 words changed the trajectory of your life. Baji was your brother, but Kazutora would become your best friend. The friendship was slow to form in the beginning, for all the shy you were Kazutora seemed to be twice that. This would result in quiet afternoons spent in Baji’s living room, both of you too shy to start a conversation with the other. Instead, the two of you would play a game, stealing glances at each other and trying to look away before you could be caught. It wasn’t until one night where you were sprawled out on the floor of Baji’s bedroom did things change. The three of you had been sharing a bowl of yakisoba in between reading mangas. It was the last bowl in the house. Baji had gotten to the end of the bowl, only one mouthful left. He passed the bowl to Kazutora.

“You can finish it, I don’t want to take the last bite.” Baji said, pressing the bowl into Kazutora’s hands.

Kazutora stared at the bowl for a minute before looking to where you sat, nose buried in a manga.

“Y/N? Do you want the last bite?”

At the sound of your name, you snapped to attention humming in acknowledgment. “Are you sure?”

Kazutora nodded, “I don’t think I can eat anymore, I’m full.” He held the bowl out to you.

You watch him for a minute, giving him a minute to change his mind. But he doesn’t, and for once his amber glass eyes hold your gaze. Your little game forgotten for the moment. You set aside your manga on the floor before taking the bowl from him, slurping up the last of the noodles. When you finish you take the bowl and chopsticks to the kitchen to wash them. Kazutora nearly gave you a heart attack when you turned away from the sink and found him standing behind you.

“Did I scare you?” Kazutora tilts his head curiously, his amber eyes wide. Something you couldn’t put your finger on shifting beneath the surface.

If he hadn’t scared you so bad you might think he was cute looking at you the way he was, like a mischievous cat. “Yeah, you just snuck up on me.”

“Sorry.” Kazutora rubs the back of his neck, his eyes flitting away from yours. “I asked Baji for your number, but he said to ask you myself.”

Kazutora fished around in his pocket for a second before pulling out his phone. A shiny silver flip phone, he holds it out to you. You took the phone and began typing in your number. When you were done you saved it and handed it back to him. Kazutora looked over the number for a moment, as if he was trying to commit those 10 numbers to memory before flipping his phone closed and pocketing it. Baji walked you up to your apartment that night after you said your goodbyes to Kazutora.

“Thank you.” Baji said

You turned away from your front door, abandoning your keys in the lock. “Thank you for what?”

“I don’t know all of the details, but Kazutora doesn’t have a good home life. And he could really use some good friends, so thank you for being so nice to him.”

“You don’t need to say thank you. I’m nice to him because I want to be, and because you’re his friend. I’ll always trust your judgment Keisuke.” You smile at Baji, he returns it with a smirk of his own.

The air was warm in your bedroom. The spring air brought a bit of heat with it, but the breeze from your window was nice. Every one of your hairs was standing on end. Kazutora sits cross-legged on the end of your bed, leaning into you. Your lips less than a hair’s breadth from each other. If you spoke and broke the delicate silence in your room, your lips would touch. You think you wanted them to. It would only be a gentle brush, but still. You’d never been this close to a boy. Breathing each other’s air, barely a centimeter apart. You let your eyes close before leaning in, swallowing up the centimeter separating you. He let out a sound of shock when your lips connected, a squeak. The two of you stayed like that for a moment. Lips pressed together, eyes closed.

Kazutora Hanemiya had been your first kiss, and you had been his. Things changed after that. Toman was formed 2 months later, and Baji and Kazutora started spending less time with you and more time with the gang. So you spent your time at the ice rink, or with Emma.

It was one of those days, the boys were out racing through the streets on their motorbikes. You were at the Sano’s house, hanging out with Emma. The two of you sat on her bedroom floor, fashion magazines and nail polish bottles strewn about the floor.

“Any luck with Draken yet?” You ask.

Emma huffs, frowning at the baby pink polish on her toes. “No, it’s like he doesn’t even know I exist.”

You shake your head, “He’d have to be blind not to notice you.”

“Well maybe he is.” Emma pouts

You giggle at Emma’s antics.

“What about Kazutora?” Emma asks

“What about him?” Your brows knit in confusion

“Do you like him?” Emma tilts her head

You laugh, “Of course I like him, he’s my best friend.”

Emma shakes her head, “No like, do you like him?” She puts extra emphasis on the word ‘like’

You shift to sit cross-legged, “I don’t know. I mean we kissed once, but-”

“You what!” Emma shrieks, Your face flushes hot at her reaction. It was just a kiss.

“We kissed once, it wasn’t a big deal. And it hasn’t happened again.” You speak quickly, looking everywhere but Emma’s face.

“This is crazy! I never thought you would have your first kiss before me.” Emma says.

Later that night Baji drove you home. The city lights flash in your peripheral, and the cool night air wrapping around you. You held onto him tightly as he wove through traffic on his bike. You couldn’t help but think about your conversation with Emma. Did you have feelings for Kazutora? Did the kiss mean anything? Thinking about it made your head hurt, you missed the way things were a few hours ago. Before Emma started asking complicated questions about your uncomplicated relationship with Kazutora. You barely noticed when Baji pulled to a stop in front of your apartment complex. You carefully unwind yourself from Baji’s back and step off the bike.

“Y/N? your acting weird.” Baji narrows his gaze, studying you.

“I’m not, I’m just a little tired.” You undo your helmet, before sitting it on the back of Baji’s bike.

“You really think I’m gonna believe that? You’re my little sister, I know you.” Baji says.

You chew your bottom lip, contemplating whether or not to tell Baji what’s on your mind.

“Y/N.” Baji says impatiently. Your eyes snap up to his.

“Do you think Kazutora likes me?”

The question hangs in the air between the two of you. Baji looks at you in disbelief.

“That’s what you’ve been thinking about?” You nod, looking at the ground.

Baji lets out a huff, looking away from you. “Yeah. He likes you.” Baji says quietly.

Your eyes go wide at this. “Don’t tell him I told you though.” Baji says seriously, “I wasn’t supposed to say anything.”

A warm feeling settles in your chest. It follows you the rest of the night, all the way till you drift off to sleep. You got shy around Kazutora again, now that you knew he liked you things felt different.

It was a rare day, you had Kazutora all to yourself. He’d let you pick where the two of you would spend the day, and you ended up in your family’s apartment—sprawled across your bedroom floor sharing manga like old times. The two of you sat shoulder to shoulder, reading a manga you'd borrowed from Baji and hadn't returned yet. Baji's words still bounced around in your head. Kazutora likes you. Like actually likes you. You steal a glance at him. He’s pretty. you think to yourself. Wide amber eyes, framed by long lashes. A soft pouty mouth, and cheeks still round with baby fat. Kazutora must have felt your eyes on him because now those amber eyes meet yours.

“What is it?” Kazutora cocks his head

You chew your lip, thinking over what you’re about to say. “I like you Kazutora, as more than a friend.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and you can see the gears turning in his head. Then without saying a word, he stands up and leaves. You can hear the front door closing from your bedroom. You texted Kazutora later that night, apologizing for making things weird. He never responds. A week later, you find out what happened, after not hearing from Baji or Emma either. It turns out Kazutora had been sent to a detention center after accidentally murdering Emma’s older brother. You aren’t sure of all the details, but you know that Baji was there when it happened. You missed Shichiro’s funeral.

You’ve been writing and rewriting the same letter for a week now. Baji told you at the beginning of the week that he was going to visit Kazutora this weekend, he asked if there was anything you wanted him to give Kazutora. Now you find yourself in front of a toy shop, a stuffed tiger staring back at you from the window. Maybe this stuffed tiger could tell Kazutora what you couldn’t. You walked back home with the little tiger tucked under your arm. Baji met you outside of the apartment complex.

“Is that for him?” Baji asks motioning to the tiger tucked under your arm, you hum in response handing over the tiger plushy. Baji holds the toy, turning it over in his hands.

“I’ll tell him you said ‘hi’.” Baji says, looking down at the tiger in his hands

“Thanks,” You say softly, you turn and head towards your building before Baji can respond.

You weren’t expecting anyone. You were finishing your homework when you heard the knocking, you glanced at the clock on your desk 11:34 PM. It was probably Baji, needing help with his homework. The banging echoed through your apartment as you made your way to the front door. You yank the door open, halting the incessant banging. You were shocked to be met with Kazutora’s amber glass eyes. It had been 2 years since you’d seen him, but you never thought about how much he would change in those 2 years. He’s grown he’s a whole head taller than you now, and his hair has grown out. The black locks streaked with yellow.

“Kazutora?”

You’d barely uttered his name before his arms were wrapped around you. You stumbled a step back into the genkan. Kazutora squeezed you, burying his face in your hair.

“What are you doing here?” Your voice is muffled against his chest.

“I wanted to see you.” Kazutora lets go of you, taking a step back to look at you. You let Kazutora in, and lead him into the living room. You can’t help but wonder if he’s noticing the things that changed in your home since he’s been gone. Kazutora settles into the corner of your couch, it’s the same spot he used to sit in before he left. You settle opposite him, bringing your legs up to sit cross-legged. You look at Kazutora, and suddenly you’re 11 again and you’re too nervous to make eye contact with him. It was quiet for a while, neither of you saying anything. Kazutora was the first to break the silence.

“I kept it. The tiger toy.” Kazutora meets your eyes, his gaze is unsteady. The amber glass of his eyes seems cloudy tonight. “It reminded me of you while I was gone.”

“I’m glad you liked it. I was going to write you a letter but I couldn't find the right words.” You say shrugging

Kazutora nods quietly, in what you assume to be understanding but his gaze is distant. He's staring past you. Then his phone rings, its bubbly chime bringing him back to the present. Kazutora fumbles around for his phone for a moment before pulling it from his pocket. He doesn't even look at the caller ID before answering it.

“Hello? Yeah. Oh ok, I'll be there soon.” You listen curiously to Kazutora's side of the phone call before he snaps his phone shut and stands up from the couch.

“I have to go.” Kazutora says rubbing the back of his neck.

“It's ok, it's getting late anyway.” You fish your own phone out of your pocket. The time on the display reads 12:38 pm.

You walk Kazutora to the door. Leaning against the wall with your arms wrapped around yourself, you watch while he puts his shoes back on. Tugging on a clean pair of white sneakers.

“It was good seeing you Kazutora.” You say as he finishes tying his laces.

“You too,” Kazutora stands up straight, brushing his hair out of his eyes “I promise I'll text you soon.” Kazutora doesn't look back when he leaves your apartment. Part of you wishes he did.

It had been a week since Kazutora showed up at your front door, and you hadn’t heard from him since. You almost think you imagined him. You sit on the floor in Baji’s living room now, watching Kayo Suspense Gekijyo. Ryoko was in the kitchen washing the dishes from dinner, and shouting about Baji starting the episode without her. Baji was sitting cross-legged, as close to the television as humanly possible. He and Chifuyu were completely absorbed in the show, but you haven’t been able to figure out what’s going on since the episode started. The sound of your text tone startles all of you, Chifuyu visibly jumps.

“I thought I said no phones.” Baji grumbles, shooting you a dirty look over his shoulder.

“Sorry,” You say sheepishly, you stand and head into Baji’s room to check your phone.

You flip your phone open to a message from Kazutora. He still has the same number.

‘R U bzy 2nite?’

‘Yes @ baji’s’ You reply. Your phone pings again with another message

‘ Ride wit me?’

Before you could respond, the door opens. Baji stands in the doorway, frowning at you.

“Who are you texting?” Baji asks, he steps into the room closing the door behind him. You look back down at your phone. You and Baji haven’t talked about Kazutora in over a year.

“Did you know Kazutora was back?” You ask looking up at him.

“Yeah.” Baji sighs, “I saw him the day he got out.”

You frown, “Why didn’t you say anything? You know how close we were.”

“Because he isn’t the same Y/N. Shinichiro’s death changed him, and his time in prison didn’t help.” Baji says. The air in the room feels tense.

“I know he’s changed. We all have, we’re older now.” You try to reason.

“Kazutora is unstable Y/N. I don’t know what he’s capable of anymore.” Baji raises his voice at you. You flinch away at the volume “I don’t want you getting caught up in something you shouldn’t be in the middle of.”

You look away from Baji, you feel like you’ve been sucker punched. “So what? You want me to stop talking to him?”

Baji sighs, raking a hand through his hair “I’m sorry Y/N but it’s for the best.”

Baji leaves the room, closing the door behind him. You look down at your phone screen, reading over Kazutora’s message again.

‘Take a ride with me?’

Not tonight Kazutora. You flip your phone closed.

It’s been two weeks since you’d talked to Kazutora. It’s been 3 days since you’d heard from Baji. The last time you saw Baji he told you that he would be busy for a little while. You didn’t think that meant he wouldn’t respond to any of your texts. You were grateful for Chifuyu, who’d begun texting you daily to check on you. Talking to Chifuyu made you feel a little less alone.

When you did see Baji again it was a shock. You were on your way to the nearby convenience store to buy some snacks when you and Baji ran into each other in the apartment breezeway. He was no longer wearing his Toman uniform. Instead, he wore a white bomber jacket, a headless angel embroidered on the front of it.

“It’s been a while.” You say awkwardly

Baji looks away, “What happened to your Toman uniform?” You ask

Baji frowns, “I left.”

“What? Why? You love Toman,” You hope Baji is joking, but the way he looks at you tells you he isn’t

“Look Y/N it’s better if you just mind your own business alright.” Baji pushes past you, up to stairs to his apartment.

It didn’t make any sense. Why would Baji leave Toman and join another gang when he literally helped create Toman? You wracked your brain for the answer to this question the rest of the night. The next morning wasn’t much better. Instead of your usual ‘good morning’ text from Chifuyu, you had a message from him asking if you had any first aid ointment. Half an hour later, you find out why. Chifuyu had been beaten nearly beyond recognition. Cuts and bruises littered his skin, and the skin around his left eye was bruised purple. He winced every time you dabbed the ointment on a cut.

“Who did this to you?” You ask frowning, clutching the tube of ointment in one hand and a cotton swab in the other.

Chifuyu is quiet when he responds, “Baji.”

Your brows knit together in confusion. Why would Baji beat his close friend and second-in-command to a bloody pulp? Nothing is making sense right now.

“Chifuyu what the hell is going on?” Your words come out as a growl, Chifuyu’s eyes snap to yours and he flinches under the intensity of your glare.

“It’s gang stuff, and I can’t really talk about it.” Chifuyu tries to explain. Your glare doesn’t let up. “All I can say is there’s going to be a fight. A big one.”

A stone dropped in your stomach at Chifuyu’s words. This wouldn’t be the first time Baji or Chifuyu would be involved in a gang fight, but something about this time felt different.

“When?” you can’t meet Chifuyu’s eyes when you ask

“Halloween.” Chifuyu says softly

You’re quiet as you finish patching Chifuyu up.

47, You’ve sent Baji Keisuke 47 messages since he beat Chifuyu bloody. And he hasn’t responded to a single one of them. You’ve even resorted to stopping by his house, hoping you could talk some sense into him. Somehow he’s never home when you stop by. You’ve asked his mom to have him call you, but he never does. A stone of anxiety seems to have made a permanent home in your stomach. It wore you down so much that you called Kazutora. You reached his voice mail, the automated system.

‘Hi Kazutora, I'm sorry I didn't text you back.’ You took a deep breath ‘I'm really worried about everyone right now. Baji said you weren't yourself, and I haven't heard from him in weeks now.’ Tears welled up in your eyes, the stress of the last few weeks getting to you ‘I don't know what's going on. I-I just want everyone to be ok. Please call me when you hear this.’ You take a shaky breath, using the back of your hand to scrub away the tears tracking their way down your cheeks.

On Halloween morning you woke up to a text message.

From Baji Keisuke: ‘I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you soon.’

You frowned at the message. You hadn’t seen or heard from him in weeks, and this is all he says to you. Nothing was making sense anymore.

‘You can make it up to me with yakisoba and manga.’ You reply. You don’t hear from anyone the rest of the day.

Later that evening you were walking home from the convenience store, two bags weighing down your arms. Ahead of you, you noticed a familiar head of blond hair.

“Chifuyu?” You call out.

He turns at the sound of your voice. You drop the bags you were holding at the sight of him. The front of his Toman uniform was stained with blood, his eyes were swollen and red too. You met him where he stood, your bags forgotten on the sidewalk.

“What happened? Are you hurt?” You speak quickly, scanning Chifuyu for the source of the blood. Chifuyu puts his hands on your shoulders, his grip firm.

“I’m so sorry Y/N,” Chifuyu’s voice cracks as fresh tears well in his eyes.

Your brows knit in confusion, “Chifuyu, what happened?” Panic creeps into your voice

Chifuyu bites his bottom lip holding back a sob, “Baji.” He chokes out.

In an instant, all of the air leaves your lungs. You see Chifuyu’s mouth moving, tears streaming down his face but you can’t make out anything he’s saying. Your ears are ringing, and your chest hurts. This isn’t real.

You wake choking, a sob caught in your throat. You heave a gasp, struggling for breath as a sob wracks your body. Sitting up in bed, you claw at your throat, as if you could pull the sob choking you from your airway. You feel the bed shift beneath you, and arms come to wrap around your waist.

“It was just a dream.” he mumbles, shifting to sit up “I’m here, you’re ok.” He strokes his thumb over your waist, a comforting motion.

“Was it Baji?” Kazutora’s amber eyes find yours in the darkness of your shared room, a look of guilt weighing down his features.

You frown, taking a deep breath before shaking your head. “No, the movie we watched earlier scared me.”

Kazutora searches your face for a moment, before nodding and holding you tighter “No more horror movies before bed.” He whispers. Kazutora rolls over, pulling the covers back around himself.

When Kazutora came home 2 years ago he’d changed. He had started a therapy program and began taking medication to manage his mental state. He was trying to be a better person, to live a better life despite the mistakes he made. So when he apologized, sat on the floor of Chifuyu’s living room long after midnight, you forgave him. And a year later, when he asked you out you said yes for that little girl who gave him her first kiss one spring afternoon so many years ago. You said yes. And yet sometimes you still find yourself wondering how different things could have been. If Baji had stayed with Toman, if Kazutora had been different, if Mikey had been a better leader. You forgave Kazutora for the choices he made in his childhood, but as much as you wanted to you couldn’t forgive him for taking your brother from you. But on nights like this, when the memories bang against the walls of your mind demanding attention, and the nightmares leave you struggling for breath. You can’t bring yourself to tell him that he’s the cause.

You take a deep breath, wiping the stray tears from your cheeks. You shift down in bed, pulling the covers to your chest. You look over to Kazutora, his dark figure mere inches away. His breathing deep and steady. Despite all of the pain he’s caused you, you could never bring yourself to leave. He’s all you have left.

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Negotiation (Dazai x Reader)

Pushing the chubby Dazai agenda, he's so cute! Look at his little belly, im gonna cry it's so cute!! Missing him terribly.

In which we bribe him with affection and feed him

Read my other dazai oneshots here, here & here This has been in my draft for soo long, but I got a job and forgot about it. Happy late Diwali!

Bye now - Mars ♡

Out of everything you saw yourself doing this year, dating an overdramatic enigmatic manchild who whines like a baby was not one of them.

How did you get here? You started officially dating Dazai a few months ago, you two were exclusive. Before that you probably fooled around for a year, flirting here and there, and going on dates, random hook ups but somewhere along the way, you fell for each other. Hard.

It did have a trial and error period and you did have to set some firm boundaries, because as much as fooling around with him was fun, you craved the security of knowing this wasn’t some meaningless fling to him.

Fast forward to being exclusive with Dazai, he’s an amazing partner. His genius brain is quick to pick up on even the smallest changes and he reads you like an open book. He’s affectionate and he always finds money, granted never his own, to spend on you. He’s great in bed and he’s sweet with words. The list goes on. He’s almost perfect.

However, he’s not the best at opening up, he can talk your ear off without revealing a single thing about his mind. His heart. He also tends to neglect himself very much, at first you thought it was just temporary work stress but even when he’s away from work he does it.

At first you noticed how he only puts in efforts when you’re around, and the longer your relationship went on, the less effort he made. The biggest issue you have is how he so carelessly skips meals. It makes you angry but after some thoughts and rants to your cat, you’ve decided to bribe him.

You wanted to be subtle about it but honestly, he probably already picked up on it. You’re convinced he just allows you to do what you want.

You started off small and your plan was to gradually build him up to regular meals.

The first time you did it, it was as simple as feeding him a bite from your snack. A simple yogurt bowl with fruits and a “Mm, try this, it’s good” and stuffing his mouth with a spoonful of yogurt and berries.

That became a regular habit you did, giving him small bites of your snacks whether that be protein bars, cookies, chocolates. This then transferred into your meals, purposefully adding more to your plate so you can whine about not finishing it and offering the rest to him so he can.

That didn’t last long, he quickly caught on your little act and urge you to feed it to your cat instead.

Then the brilliant idea of bribing him with kisses and affection to eat came about. It started with an argument and then you two not speaking for two days. Angry as you were, you decided to deny him of your hugs and you two slept with you backs to each other, you slept at least. Dazai stayed up and drank his feelings. The second night he didn’t even come home, God knows where he were.

The third day you two resolved your little conflict and with some probing, sweet words, kissing and negotiation you got Dazai to eat at least one full meal a day.

You both agreed on that. Baby steps, one meal a day, it’s better than drinking alcohol and eating tinned crab almost every day.

Right now, you were both on the couch, you on his lap with his arms lazily slung around you. You had a small bowl of rice and stir-fried vegetables along with some eggs.

You held the chopsticks up to his lips and looks at him in his eyes, “Please” you looked down at his lips, “For me” you watched as he hesitantly opened his mouth and took the food and chewed and swallowed.

Placing a kiss on his forehead you praised him for his first bite.

Then you repeated that until the bowl of food was almost finished, feeding him, kissing him, praising him.

After he managed to finish, you placed the bowl down and caress his cheeks, “You did so good, m’proud” you mumbled and kisses him. Your hands cupped his face, lips brushing against his cheeks, the tip of his nose, the crease of his brows, his temple, his jawline. Just anywhere your lips found, you placed sweet kisses.

He smiled and you felt like you’d melt away and fall off the couch if it weren’t for his arms around you. “Thank you, Bella” He mumbles quietly, and you can’t help but capture his lips in another sweet kiss. You feel his hands squeeze your waist, pulling you closer to him as he desperately returns your kiss.

He pulls away from you, his brows furrowed, and he belched and it catches you off guard. Dazai looks at you, awaiting your reaction and when he saw your smile and heard a little giggle, it triggered his own smile.

“I really am proud of you, Osamu”