#yes that is a cup ramen shirt

[cryptidwithaninternetconnection]

One can only dream of having this drip

[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.

[lab1rynth]

hii! :D

I was wondering if requests were open and if they were, if I could request a sub sugar daddy type yandere? So basically, a yandere who just buys everything for you and does anything to get your attention? But he isn't a daddy, just pure sub. you don't have to do this and can change anything u want,, :)

Also, could I be an anon, and if yes can I be 🎀 anon please? tyy <3

Welcome New anon! Hope you dont mind, I also made him a dilf!!

Yan!DILF/Sugar Daddy

Yan!Dilf who's kids you meet on the the day you first moved in next door, they were playing with a garden hose outside when they noticed you dropping off boxing and went to see you. The two drenched kids welcoming you to the neighborhood and inviting you for dinner, which you accepted gleefully, much better than the bowl of ramen you were planning on snacking on.

Yan!Dilf who's quite surprised when his kids bring in a total stranger, though welcoming you with kindness once his kids explained who you are. He made sure to calmly tell them how dangerous it is to welcome strangers into the house without his permission, but let it slide this time.

Yan!Dilf who decides to do a barbeque so you all can just relax and eat outside, his kids just splashing around with the hose and accidentally getting his shirt soaked showing off his torso quite a bit. He wasn't ripped and he did have a little bit of chub to him, like a dad bod. You, of course, caught yourself staring and directed your attention back to laughing at the kids.

Yan!Dilf who continues to invite you to dinner every night for the next few months, having you learn more and more about him. He's a single father, his exe wife died during child birth after giving birth to the twins 7 years ago. He hasn't really tried dating since then, he's been so busy with work and his kids that he never actually had time to give it a thought.

Yan!Dilf who you start spending more time with before dinner, helping around the house, watching the kids when he needs to do something. You fill a whole in his heart that has been left empty for a long while. He finds himself falling in love with you, wanting to just be there right beside you for the rest of his life.

Yan!Dilf who starts taking you out to eat when the kids are at school, buying you clothes, food and necessities even if you refuse. He just wants to spoil you. His face turns bright red every time he sees you wearing the clothes he bought for you, feeling so proud anytime you eat food he makes for you.

Yan!Dilfs kids who one day propose a sleep over, of course you say yes to it! You head over to the house and help the twins make a little fort, their father joining in around the end to help his kids fix up the fort, as it kept falling apart. After making a little snack platter and turning on a movie on his laptop, he got dressed in a grey short sleeved shirt and boxers, showing off his body quite a lot, hoping you'd notice.

Yan!Dilf who ends up cuddling you with one arm and his kids with the other as you sleep under the tent, though all he can do is stare at you, pressing a kiss on your head and holding you close, admiring your beautiful face.

Yan!Dilf who confesses his love to you the next day after making breakfast and dropping the kids off, he's on his knee's cupping your hands in his own and begging you to be with him, telling you how much he loves you and how he dreams of wedding you some day, opening up his heart and spilling his emotions for you.

Yan!Dilf who, for all this time, has been collecting photos of you on his phone, looking at them before bed every night after you go home. He dreams about your future as he sleeps, and he wants more kids with you. If you're able to give birth, he's nervous and scared that the same thing will happen to you that happened to his wife, but he's willing to try if you take enough precautions. If you can't, he's so excited to be able to adopt some in the future with you!

Yan!Dilf who will do anything for you, right when you ask, no matter what. You dont like someone? They aren't going in a 100 mile radius of you ever again. Sex? Hell yeah, baby, lets strip. Want a massage? He'll learn all of the good techniques just for you.

Yan!Dilf who was never able to get you off his mind, or out of reach, without pouting. He cuddles against you and holds onto your hips and hands whenever he can. This man whimpers whenever you trace his finger along his skin or give him a smooch. He lets out small moans anytime you press kisses to his neck or massage his back, he's basically putty in your hands.

[n0ahsebastians]

a million one, a million two, your house all the way to the moon; part one

someone requested a one shot of noah and reader’s wedding day/night and i’m FINALLY writing it !! this will be in 2 parts, so here’s part one!! the wedding day !! i hope you all enjoy, this was so much fun to write ☺️☺️

(title of one shot taken from ‘simple math’ by the wldlfe)

no triggers, just fluff and cuteness :3

 He never thought he’d be here right now, dress pants and a black tux shirt adorning his frame. He’d never worn anything this uncomfortable in his entire life, he was sure of it. But he was doing it for her, for them. He could not believe this was happening. He didn’t think he was even deserving of this, of her. He remembered so vividly the day he had asked her. Just simply sitting on the couch eating ramen. He couldn’t stop looking at her the entire time. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she had asked, a smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. He smiled back, shaking his head. 

“I can’t look at you?”

“Well I mean…yes. But why?”

“I have a question for you.” He could feel the way his heart started racing before he even got the question out. His hands were starting to sweat and his ears were ringing. This was the most nervous he had ever been in his entire life, he thought. 

“Okay?” She set her bowl of soup down, pulling her feet up onto the couch and crossing her legs. She turned to face him. “What’s up?”

“Umm…well…”

She raised her eyebrows at him. Why was he acting like this? Nervous as hell?

“Noah, are you alright honey?” She reached out to touch his cheek. Her hands were chilly against the heat of his skin and she pulled away for a brief second. 

“You’re warm.” Her brow furrowed as she examined his face some more.

“I’m fucking scared,” he finally blurted out, reaching into his pocket to pull out the small box he’d had in there since 10am. A small breath escaped her lips as the realization hit her. Noah wipes his sweaty hands onto his sweats, setting the box on top of his knee.

“But I love you. I love you more than anything in this entire world, and I’m fucking lucky you’re mine. I know I’m away a lot, even when I’m home. I disappear for hours and I know you say you’re okay with it because it’s my career. And it makes me love you even more.”

Tears are beginning to well in her eyes and she laughs gently as he continues with his speech.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he reaches for her hands, lacing them together. “I want you everyday for the rest of my life,” he opens the box, revealing a small ring inside, “if you’ll have me.”

She laughs again, leaning forward to kiss him softly. He chuckles against her lips, cupping her cheeks in his hands, wiping away the tears that continue to fall down them.

“I love you,” she whispers, kissing him again. “You’re my everything.”

“You’ll marry me?”

“Of fucking course I’ll marry you,” like it’s the craziest question he’s ever asked her. He slides the ring onto her finger, watching the way she lights up even more at the small band that’s now a permanent promise between them.

“That’s been sitting in my pocket since you woke up this morning,” he admits, kissing her again. She giggles, threading her fingers through his hair. 

“Can’t believe you didn’t blow it sooner.”

“Well asking you while you’re sitting on the toilet probably would’ve been the wrong time.”

She lets out a boisterous laugh, covering her face with her hands and wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“While eating ramen though was perfect. An A plus for you, my love.”

Noah smiles cheekily at his now fianceé, thinking that she could not get more beautiful than she was right now. 

Except for today. She was so beautiful, he thought. In her black pantsuit to match his own tux. She swore she would not wear a dress and he knew she meant it. He was glad she didn’t, she was perfect either way though. She was perfect to him no matter what she wore. 

Davis, Matt, Folio, Jolly, Nicholas, and Bryan were all by his side that day. His brothers. She had her mom, her two sisters, and three of her closest friends, all gathered with them in the courthouse. They had talked about not doing anything too big. They wanted something small from the beginning and they thought just a courthouse wedding was both their style. 

Noah kept messing with his collar the entire time they were waiting to walk out to the judge. He hated feeling restricted in any way with his clothing and he felt that at this very moment. Davis tried to help loosen the buttons on the collar but it was no use; he still felt incredibly restricted.

Until she walked in. He honestly felt that that was the problem. He needed to see her at least once before they became husband and wife. 

“You need to stop messing with it hun,” she told him, giving a wink to Davis who she knew had been trying to help him this whole time. 

“I’m trying but it’s fucking suffocating me, it feels like.”

He was getting frustrated, she could tell.

“Come here.”

She took him by the hand, walking down the hallway to one of the small rooms they had been allowed to use to get ready. She shut the door, locking it behind her. 

“What do you need?” She tried her best to relax him, running her hands up and down his clothed arms, over his cheeks. He was so warm, he had to have been burning up in this suit. 

“I need this…fucking suit off.” 

“Okay, hey. Look at me.”

He did. He took a shuddering breath and tried his best to stay as calm as possible. He knew this would happen and now he feels horrible. This day was supposed to be about them, about them uniting their love.

Instead he was having a fucking panic attack over his damn suit collar.

“Just breathe okay? Just breathe.”

He closed his eyes, took deep breaths in and out as he tried to calm himself down. He eventually got himself to where his suit didn’t feel so tight on him anymore.

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. She smiled softly at him.

“You never have to be sorry, love. I’m here for you now and always.”

He smiled at her, leaned forward to kiss her gently. Just letting their lips rest against one another’s for a moment. Letting them revel in their last moments as fiancés. He rests their foreheads together, running his fingers up and down the length of her arms, feeling the warmth of her skin for a moment. 

“I love you,” he whispers, his breath fanning against her lips. 

“I love you most.”

“Let’s get fucking married,” he pulls her in tight, kissing her again. She laughs against his mouth.

“Let’s do it, baby.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Do you, (Reader’s name) take this man, Noah Sebastian Davis, to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?”

She was already crying before the judge had even got the words out. Their families were standing with them, smiling from ear to ear, laughter and tears from both sides as everyone shared stories of hers and Noah’s lives. Years before they ever knew each other. It made her love him even more as he squeezed her hands in his at the judge’s words. 

“I do,” she said, her mother’s small “Yay!” causing the room to erupt in laughter. 

“Thank god,” Jolly jokingly replies, earning another laugh among everyone. 

“And do you, Noah, take (Reader’s full name) to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, as long as you both shall live?”

“Fuck yes, I do.”

She smiles so brightly as the laughter continues between them, the judge closing his book and asking for the rings. Nicholas brings one, her older sister brings the other. She places the ring on Noah’s finger, watching the way the gold band reflects off the light in the courtroom and she begins to cry again. Noah places her ring against her engagement ring, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. They lace their fingers together, knowing it’s so close to them finally being man and wife. 

“So we’ve placed the rings on each other. You’ve now been united as one,” the judge says, smiling at her and Noah. 

“By the power invested in me by the great state of California, and the county of Los Angeles, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss your bride, Noah!”

Applause from the twelve family members erupts as Noah pulls her in tight, kissing her with everything he has. He cups her cheeks, running his thumbs over her cheekbones, the gentleness of his tongue pushing against her lips as she wraps her arms around his neck. 

“I love you so fucking much,” he whispers so only his wife can hear him. His wife. 

The cheers and hoots and hollers continue from the boys and her sister and friends. 

“I love love love you,” she says, kissing him again. “You’re my husband.” She says it like she can’t believe it’s real; she’s so full of love and emotion for this man in front of her. So incredibly in love with him she thinks she might explode.

“You’re my wife,” he says, tears falling down his cheeks. She wipes them away as they stay in their little bubble for a bit longer while everyone around them starts dancing in the courthouse. 

“Do you think we should give them some attention now?” he asks. She giggles, leaning in for another kiss, running her thumbs against the tears that have stained into his cheeks.

“Okay now we can.” 

They walk hand in hand out the courthouse doors, standing out in the hot sun to celebrate. Noah continues to complain about his collar being too tight on his neck and he’s finally able to loosen it a bit. With help from her and Davis of course. Bryan takes pictures, ones they’ll hang in their home to commemorate the day. There’s candids, kisses, and tears. There’s also laughs, intimacy, and a love so strong between everyone that gathered with them today. Noah knows he’ll remember this day for the rest of his life.

“I love you, baby,” Noah whispers into her hair as they finish up their photoshoot and walk hand in hand back to the courthouse to get ready for the reception. 

“I love you most.” 

[onlyrains]

𝓹𝓲𝓽𝔂 party 2 | 𝓵𝓱𝓼

a/n: a quick update bc im still too caught up on my thesis #prayforme

it's not really related to the part 1 ig just full about relationship with heeseung | wc: 1,8k-ish

!!! part 1 !!!

just like a fallen leaves that the wind blows away easily, the breath you take mindlessly, and the boiling ramen soup that evaporates under its cup quickly. the memory of your first party is now long gone since six of your brother's friends come to your house almost everyday.

you don't even bother questioning what matter your brother had on that day. they said that it was just about dissenting opinions and you easily buy it.

it's been two weeks since the tragedy, and today you can confidently declare that jake is no longer the only one you know among them. you have heeseung now. of course, he isn't the most friendly, but you notice he is the most attentive and reliable, sometimes even more than your brother, jay. the rest of them are basically your acquaintances now, but something is surely different between you and heeseung.

he's still quietly annoying, secretly irritating, and overall not so different from your brother. yet the tension is still unchanged since he took you home that day. it's so obvious like you have never practically left alone with him in the same room together. well, sometimes it's light and playful, but sometimes it's just too thick until you start doubting your self control. but the point is, the tension is always there. making it a trio out of you two–if that makes sense.

ealier today, your brother had promise to pick you up after your archery club meetings. but he suddenly has more urgent thing to do, so it just slipped your mouth, "can i ask heeseung?"

jay's head turned to you in a split millisecond. "why him? what's going on?"

"nothing. you promised to take me to the vinyl store you know,"

"you can ask mom?"

"you really think she's gonna take me there?"

he sighed. "fine. i'll talk to him."

just like that and the boy is already waiting for you in his regular fit denim jacket. with his chunky motorbike, obviously.

"had fun, katniss everdeen?" his smug smirk welcomed you. you roll your eyes, trying to ignore his smirk that somehow look flirty to you. "yes, rubeus hagrid."

he scoffs. "really? from all the characters in the world?"

"what? you're tall and ride a bike."

he nods before putting on his helmet, a smirk still evident on his mouth. "hagrid it is."

after he puts on your half face helmet, you jump behind him. "let's go."

contradicting your words, he got off his bike and looked at you in disbelief. "how can you go archery in a skirt?" his voice muffled by the helmet.

"i didn't. we're just discussing some—”

again he cuts you as he took his clothes out of the bag for you to wear. a black knit sweater fall on your nearly exposed thighs. "tie it around."

"is it 2014 or—"

"wear it or we aren't going anywhere."

you grunt silently and let the knit sleeve wrapped around your waist to cover your thighs safely. feel satisfied, heeseung back on his seat, "hold on tightly. it's so windy."

you happily obey as you did the last time he rode you home. he didn't complain tho, as if it didn't bother him nor throw him into another dimension.

as he said earlier, it's windy so it's even harder to concentrate on the road when the wind keeps blowing up his sweater on your thighs. well, he blamed it on the wind rather than his bike or you.

on the other hand, you are just enjoying his warm back, not wanting to move your head before you arrive, let alone caring about your exposed skin. even the helmet's bulkiness doesn't stop you from leaning in so shamelessly.

your thumb still absentmindedly caressing his toned stomach when he takes turn to the last turn before the vinyl store you've been thinking about all day.

you hop off the bike so cheerfully and hand him his helmet to untie his sweater from your waist and wear it on top of your shirt then run into the store. at this point, heeseung didn't even look like a brother, but more like a driver? or even a bodyguard your parents paid for their reckless daughter.

you are holding you targeted LP when heeseung arrives beside you. "oh, it was released today?" he asks.

you nod excitedly. "yes!" you almost jump on your feet.

"should i pick this or this one?" you take the deluxe version on your right hand.

"it's black and white." heeseung takes the deluxe version and read the song list on its back.

"yeah, not so match my collection."

"but it has more songs."

"exactly!" you sigh confusedly.

as usual, there are only a few visitors in the store that you are really thankful for because that means you don't need to rush your purchase.

"so? let's decide."

you exhale heavily after thinking for a while. "fine, this one." you pointing at the deluxe version on his hand. he chuckles seeing your frustrated face. "i swear you'll regret it if you don't get the completed version."

"i know." you murmur and turn around to go to the cashier.

"nah, maybe i'll just look for the vintage." a familiar voice from the entrance resonate in your eardrums as goosebumps creep through your skin.

you turn your head to heeseung. "fuck." you mumble in despair.

you pull him to the nearest corner and let him towering over you in order to shield you from the most person you avoid on earth. why is he here anyway?

you hold your LP tightly in your hand while the other mindlessly grip on heeseung shirt beneath his jacket. your breathing slowly becomes irregular as anxiety takes over your body. you keep peeking through heeseung's body that you don't realize his gaze is no longer confused but rather unreadable.

his one arm resting on the shelf next to your face. his head tilts down to look you with the most confusing expression with a slightly open mouth.

"what?" you ask casually to cover your now double anxious state. he doesn't reply but you can see his jaw tightening.

"she got me a new turntable, bro. she's crazy."

"that's what i meant a lucky bastard, bro, what the fuck?"

you bite your inner lip. "help me, please? that was my ex–ew, no, not even my ex. and he's the least person i want to meet in the world."

"why?" he asks in a low tone, making you shiver.

"it's long story–well, he cheated on me, basically–but i don't care anymore, i just don't want to face him."

his face leans closer. "still can't move on?" he asks again. half teasing, half confirming.

you scoff, a little distracted by his scent. "w-what? no! why wo–fuck,"

you saw him in the hallway, just a few meters from you.

"what do you want me to do?" in contrast to you, heeseung still sounds so relax. you feel your head spinning just from the thought of probability of him saying something if he sees you there.

"anything as long as he can't see me," you meet his sharp eyes. "...please?" your legs begin to fidget in place.

"you sure just for him not to see you?"

you frown at him. is he reading your mind?

he brushes his finger on your cheek carefully. he knows exactly what you want him to do, he's just not sure if he can actually do it. he doesn't know if his body allows it.

"david bowie is on the back shelf, i guess."

"shit, heeseung, he's here!"

"relax, ma'am. you got me."

you tiptoe on your toes and reach for his shoulder. "c'mon, heeseung," you plead.

he runs his hands on your hips and slightly tilts his head to the side.

"oh my god, be more convincing!" you squeeze the hem of his jacket.

"you want me to do this?" he whispers angrily as his nose touches yours.

you went silent for a few seconds. him, the bastard you are avoiding is surely now at heeseung's back and is looking at you two. disgusted, maybe. but he's not moving at all.

beside that, you have never been this close with heeseung. his thumbs still caressing your cheek and you unconsciously lean in to his touch. his ragged breath fanning your lips as his eyes burning through your lips. you decide to exhanging gaze with his hazzy one. he looks so resigned and helpless which you know there's no way he can take an action from now.

"ay, it's on the back shelf, bro, c'mon, leave 'em alone."

"wait."

"fuck it, hee. i'm sorry," you grab his nape and press your lips into his. you don't move an inch, just let it brush for a moment until the bastard goes to the next hallway.

finally, you pull away and exhale the breath you didn't know you were holding. but heeseung is faster. he holds your back and pulls you back to him so impossibly close then put his lips back to yours.

he kisses you slowly yet so demanding, like he means it on every movement he does. his hands roaming from your back to your side then rests in your waist. his knit sweater makes you even warmer despite the heat that radiates from your body.

"i'm not gonna bring regret to my house, y/n." he whispers between his kisses, sending a shiver down your spine, then starts to kiss you deeper.

giving up on his touch, you wrapped your arms around his neck and brushing his nape lightly. the bastard you were avoiding has now disappeared in your memory as you try so hard to keep up with his absurd yet addicting tempo. you lightly pull his hair everytime he bites your lower lip.

an unwanted whine just slips out of your mouth as his lips trailing around your jaw then back to your lips. you squirm in your place noticing your body pressed between his body and the wooden shelf behind you before pulling away.

"you don't know what you're doing to me, do you?" he asks, panting.

you stare at him blankly. honestly, you do, sometimes.

"been trying to do that since forever," he admits. you chuckle. "don't be so dramatic, we're just started talking two weeks ago."

he still stare at you, not blinking. "so long since your smile always does it for me."

you stay silent.

"i don't know what you're exactly do but please stop what you're doing to me." he says, frustrated. "don't want your brother to go feral again, do you?"

you gulp hardly. "but i don't do anything." you decide to return his stare and bite your lip. "and heeseung, i'm afraid i can't control myself after this," you admit.

his jaw tightens, again. your words and the way you said it have his body become stiff and chest rumbling.

noticing his rigidness, you tiptoe and kiss his cheek before finally running to the cashier, making the boy grunts under his breath. "god, she's impossible."

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𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ — Barista!Izuku Midoriya

♡! hope's notes: this is 50% unrealistic and 50% self indulgent. Tell me what u think lol <3

It's 7 in the morning when you realise that you're truly, utterly fucked.

You try to convince yourself that it was really your alarm's fault for not waking you up. Because now you are desperately trying to shove everything in your bag, while chewing on the world's driest granola bar and make your way out of your apartment.

You do the calculation in your head as you make your way down the stairs, trying not to trip. Your class is supposed start at 7:15, so you have approximately 5 minutes to get a much needed cup of coffee. And then you need to make run for your class which is 15 minutes, hoping to whatever deity that you'll reach there in 10 minutes.

A groan of frustration escapes you on the sidewalk at the utter slow pace the lady is moving in front of you, talking animatedly on the phone.

You've been late to class enough times this entire week that you're convinced your professor is going to shoot you in the head today. The first thing you notice in front of the cafe is how cute and cozy it looked. Like something straight out of a rom-com set.

There were small little coffee shops like this scattered through almost every road corner outside the campus. Coffee shops, cheap diners and stationaries all looking out for their target customers, drained college students.

This particular coffee shop, you had realised one day talking with your friends, was new and untouched by your hands. You knew that logically it wasn't a great time right now to experiment newly opened shops, no matter how much your friends had been praising the place but you were already late, and the decor and smell of roasted coffee beans seemed too appetizing to pass up.

The gentle chime of the bell at the entrance almost made you forget that your life could possibly be on the line in less than 10 minutes. Your shoulders loose some tension at the faint but noticeable fragrance in the air, the smell of coffee and the muffled sounds of students clicking away on their computers, couples chatting away in excitement and the sound of the workers behind the counter.

Oh yeah, you were definitely forgetting about class for some minutes.

Tapping your fingers to a random rhythm, your eyes immediately go to the cheapest drink on the big menu overhead the counter. Being a college student, you weren't really raking up the big bucks and would rather like to be able to afford instant ramen in the future.

And that's when it happened.

You swore that you almost went blind for about 2 seconds at the absolute beaming, sunshine-filled smile the barista gave you. The simple words "what can I get for you today?" suddenly sounded like the most holiest piece of angel music coming out of his mouth. He was cute, like a lot, with lush green curls falling messily atop his head, freckles doted like stars across his cheeks. You briefly registered the small "Midoriya" name plate attached to his shirt.

"Um, e-excuse me?"

"Yes?"

"I- what can I get you, ma'am?"

"Your number, hopefully"

Shit. The wide eyes and the full flush creeping up on his cheeks made you almost shriek in horror, you didn't mean to say that aloud. Suddenly, the once calming air felt stifling and uncomfortable.

"Uh! I mean- no!", wincing at your own volume, you suddenly wished that the earth would just open up and swallow you whole. "You see, um, that was- a joke! A bad joke!". It took all your strength to not bash your head on the counter under your sweaty palms, cringing at yourself.

The nervous laugh that "Midoriya" let out certainly didn't help the situation either.

You felt the tension lifting off your chest when a girl came up to the counter to ask for more creamer. The next course of action was probably not your proudest moment, definitely something you would look back at and curse yourself for. In your defence, your mind felt scrambled and fried at the whole interaction, so you did the only thing your brain managed to comprehend. You ran.

A few minutes later, already at your campus, you stopped for a second for breath. The frustrated whine you let out next was met with some questioning glances your way that you could not be bothered about right now, your mind only swirling with one thing.

You didn't even get your fucking coffee.

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[yuisleptprettylate]

⌕ Kinich : Buldak and Fuck.ᐟ⤾ oneshot

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CONTENT: NSFW

a/n: first time ever writing smut lmao...but hey first time for everything....????? Might rewrite it again in the near future or idk depends LMAO

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“ARGH! Babe, this is too spicy!” Kinich settled his bowl and looked at me. “Hm? Was it? Did you pour all of the hot sauce? Didn’t I warn you that it’s spicy?” “I thought you were only exaggerating… oh my archons, do we still have ice cream in the fridge?” I was sweating, I should’ve listened to him. Kinich shrugged, giving me an unbothered expression. “You finished it all up last night when we ate ramen. Should I go out and buy you one?”

I couldn’t stand the spice that I grabbed the milk in the fridge. Although it didn’t remove the spice from my tongue completely but it somehow did the job. 

“Babe, you need to calm down with the milk. It could hurt your stomach taking so much dairy.” He warned, I listened this time and put back the box of fresh milk inside the refrigerator. “I want ice cream.” I pouted resting my chin on his shoulder. I heard his chuckle and cupped my cheeks with one hand. “Enough dairy, love. It’s not good. There’s more room for dairy tomorrow, yes?” he kissed me and pulled me to sit on his lap. I still pouted thinking it would change his mind.

“No can do,” “Psh, it’s just ice cream though. I ate your cream and it didn’t hurt my stomach…” 

He looked at me with wide eyes, as if what I said was something shocking.

I mean it is… but what about it? I mean we’re dating, right?

I smirked. “What? It’s true.” I said, biting my lip to tease him.

“Y/n, repeat that again.”

I felt the sudden tension in the atmosphere when he told me to repeat it. “What do you mean, babe?” “Repeat it I said.”

I gulped. He was staring at me, but it wasn’t just the natural stare he’d usually do. There was something in his eyes—it looked lustful.

“Ate my cream huh. You liked it didn’t you?” I glared at his response to me. “No, I didn’t—” “Oh yes you did, especially it’s because you get called a good girl after right?” His fingers trailed to my waist that it made me jolt on his lap.

“Easy, love. Not used to my touch? Weren’t you just begging for it a week ago?”

“S-Shut up, Kinich.” “First name basis now aren’t we?” I felt his fingers sliding into my shirt, my body quivered. Shit, in the kitchen? “Am I allowed to, baby?” he whispered as he slowly led his finger to my chest which made me let out a light moan. “What now? You were bold a minute ago and now you can’t talk for yourself?”

“N-Not in the kitchen,” “Why not? It’s spacious here.” he squeezed my boobs more, his other hand on my thigh. “Now, be a good girl and open your legs for me, please?”

Oh my god…he’s still polite even in this situation.

“But–” “You heard me, Y/n. Unless you want me to open it, I wouldn’t mind too.”

His stare…

I opened my legs slowly as he was looking at me. A smirk appeared on his lips, his hands caressing my thighs. I quivered more. “You know, baby. You being quiet wouldn’t last if I…”

—Hngg!

“H-Hey! Just–ahh…slowly…please…” He moved his fingers inside me. God, I’m wet. No wonder why it went in smoothly. “What? Can’t hear you.” he pulled out and removed my underwear as it was in the way.

“Dripping wet, damn. Is that how much I make you feel? Hmm? Tell me.” “Y-Yes, babe.”

“Good girl,”

“Ahh–!” “Hey, hey. Not too loud,” “Then be gentle–hmm!”

His pace went a bit faster.

“You’re cumming for me, you got that? Hm?”

“Ahh–! Yes, yes I will…hmm!” he put me on the counter pulling his fingers out again. “Shit, babe. We’re going to be messy if we do it here.” I nervously said. “Who said you’re cleaning? Now open up, I’m going to taste you.” I did what I was told, I felt his tongue circulating my clit. My body tensed up and jolted.

“K-Kinich— ahh!” He kept his tongue on my clit and his fingers inside of me. He looked up at me. 

“Maybe having a bit more cream in my system wouldn’t hurt.” He smirked. “I love you,” “I-I love you more–ahh!~”

[finchyyy]

Kinktober Day 23 (praise kink)

Praise kink+ Seungmin=Kinktober Day 23

You can Seungmin were good friends, both of you knew each other since you guys were ten. Now your nineteen, siting on the couch and watching a gibli movie with a cup of ramen. Seems like a calm evening right? Well little did you know that Seungmin was panicking in the kitchen.

"I want to drink some water I'll be back." Seungmin said as he got up from the sofa and walked towards the refrigerator. Water was the last thing on his mind, the only thing there were your thighs. Those shorts were barely doing their job. Not to mention the shirt you were wearing, it hugged your figure perfectly however, Seungmin had to snap out of it. He could not risk his bond with you just because of his sexual fanaticizes.

His thoughts were interrupted as you walked in the room "Everything fine? You were staring at the frigde for a long time." You said while closing it. You leaned against the counter as you spoke "Okay, tell me whats wrong?" "Nothing actually, I just zoned out thinking about something." "May I know what that something is?" You curiously asked the male in front of you.

He took a moment to register what you were saying as he was only staring at your body. "Oh uhm I was thinking about the...Constitution?" You started walking towards him,"I know you are somewhat smart but you will never think about the constitution in your whole life, tell me what is the problem?" You found the answer to the question as you looked down to see a painfully obvious bulge "Fuck I'm sorry, I dint mean to get hard." Seungmin replied in a panic tone as he walked towards the door. "If you want me to leave I will, I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable." He said, clearly embarrassed.

He was fully expecting you to kick him out of your house however, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a kiss. To say that he was shocked was an understatement. He slowly started moving his lips and melted in your kiss. It was like a windy day, messy but refreshing. You pulled away as you look into the eyes of the male, "Was I the cause of this?"

"Yeah" Seungmin said as he met your eyes back "but I can't help it, you're so pretty." You were not handling Seungmin's complements well, that was shown when he saw your cheeks turn into a light shade of red. Seungmin smoothly picked you up and placed you on the kitchen counter. He kissed you one more time however, this time it felt different. It felt rushed and powerful. Seungmin roamed his hands all around your body while kissing you. Due to the lack of oxygen, he pulled away, only to see plump lips covered with his saliva. Fuck, that only got him harder.

Seungmin stood up from the counter and bent down until his face reached your thighs. He lifted your shorts and sucked on the surface of your inner thigs, leaving dark marks. He could not resist himself when he heard you moan. "Take of your clothes and underwear." The older commanded.

You were eager to know what was going to happen next as a result, you quickly removed your clothes and underwear. You were left naked in front of your best friend. It was supposed to feel weird in your mind but it did not? You felt comfortable with him, you didn't feel exposed. When you removed your clothes, Seungmin looked at you with lust and admiration. "Fuck, your even more beautiful then I thought." He said as he slid his fingers inside your clit and oh boy he was skilled . God he knew how to use his fingers well.

"It fe-els good" You said while stuttering. He loved the effect he had on you, he loved being the reason you're making beautiful sounds. "Does it?" "Yes, fuck I'm about to cum." That motivated him to put more effort, he slid another finger and applied more force. Just after a few seconds you released your juices, making a mess on Seungmin's fingers.

Seungmin held the fingers in front of you, asking you to suck them. You did as told and replaced the cum on his fingers with your saliva. "You did so well,darling." When you heard that comment, you could not help but close your thighs. Being the observant person Seungmin is, he noticed that little action. "Do you like it when I praise you?" You were caught off gaurd when you heard his question. "Yes, I love it when you praise me, I love it so much." "Fuck I can't take it anymore, can I fuck you?" "You would be more then welcomed to." you said as you smirked at the boy.

In just a second Seungmin released his dick from his pants and boxers "Tell me if you want to stop ,okay?" You rubbed your thigs as you were slowly to get frustrated from not being touched. "Impatient, I see." He said as he slid his dick inside your folds. The sudden action made you moan loudly. He could not control it anymore, he knew that he had power over you and it made him go crazy. He started thirsting at a faster pace, earning more unholy sounds from you.

"Oh fuck-k" Seungmin groaned, "Your taking my cock so well ,love." "God your going to make me cum." When you said that Seungmin got impatient, he wanted to see the pretty sight of you cumming. He kept his thumb over your clit and started rubbing on it. That was your last straw, it was the last thing he did before your juices shot out. After a few thirsts, he came.

Both of you were lying on the kitchen counter, "That was amazing y/n, you took me so well." "Ugh don't start with the praises, otherwise we will have another round." "Well, what if I want that to happen?"

(a/n- IM SORRY i feel like the smut in this was really rusheddd I feel like i need to improve the way in which i write smut cause its not the best hopefully this kinktober will give me more experience )

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Me or her?

Niki x reader

NOT PROOF READ

synopsis: you set your bff Riki up with Eunchae, one of your friends, on a date.. but what happens when you realise that you might have caught feelings for him along the way. So who will he choose, you or Eunchae?

PART ONE

Nishimura Riki has been your best friend since kindergarten and you don’t remember the last time you went out without him. It was safe to say that you did everything together. You’ve been through crushes, breakups, and all of that stuff together. You were in college now.

And, here you are texting him whether he would like to go on a date with your friend Eunchae. And he said yes. That answer was one you did not expect at all. ‘Okay, sure’ you type into your chat. You already asked Eunchae and she said yes as well. You told them a bit about each other since they'd never met before, just to have a few convo starters and prevent very awkward silences…

It was now the day of their date and you took it upon yourself to find Riki the perfect outfit and damn, did it look good. You chose a black shirt with his favourite anime’s print on it and some baggy blue jeans. It looked perfect. While you sent him off, you actually felt like a proud mom who was watching her son graduate…

You were super happy about this and god, did you hope this went well. He always told you how it always seemed like he pushed girls away when actually he was just trying to get to know them before a relationship. So this was a chance for him to redeem himself and finally get a girl… you couldn’t wait till they got together and you could tell everyone about you playing their Cupid.

Now you just needed to wait until he got back in a few hours.. a few hours without him wouldn’t be that hard, would it?

You got off your bed and made your way to the couch to watch tv but you just couldn’t without him there to watch with you. So you resorted to scrolling through social media with a cup of instant ramen next to you. A FEW HRS LATER

You hear the keys to your apartment jangling and watch as Riki walks in with a big smile on his face

“Phew,” you think “it must have gone well if he’s smiling so much”.

“y/nnie, the date went so well, we talked a lot, shared a bowl of ice cream and we walked around the place for a bit! I hope we could do that again…” he says, happily. “That’s great riks, did you get her number too??”, you ask, excitedly. “Yeah, I did and oh my god she’s so pretty! Like I know you told me she was pretty but she was just more beautiful than I thought!!!!”

“Okay that’s really great ki! And also, wanna watch that new kdrama with me? I’ve been wanting to watch it for a while…” you say with a soft tone towards the end.

“Okay sure Y/nnie! Even I've been wanting to watch that one”

You make some popcorn and sit down next to each other on the couch, your head on his shoulder and your fingers intertwined(in a friendly way of course….)

Physical affection wasn’t something rare in your friendship and that’s why a lot of people thought you two were dating. Well, all you had to say about today was it was a great day! Riki’s date went great, and you were watching a new kdrama with him too! What more could you ask for?

•____________________________________________ A/n End of part one! And also tell me if you want to be added to the taglist. By the way i Don’t have a schedule for updates so it will be a bit irregular! pls interact with the story if you want. Re blogs, comments and likes are appreciated! Hope you liked it! And this is my first series so pls keep that in mind before giving hate comments. Also, rude and judgmental comments will be deleted and blocked. sorry for the long note!

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A/n pt 2 @ms-no1kpopstan’s not yours. Please do not translate, or repost without my permission and it must have my credits if so.

[hyunnows]

WHO YOU GONNA CALL? | TAPE #2

A series of tapes describing Namjoon's life since joining the Supernatural Investigation Unit.

PAIRING(S) | Namjoon x reader

THEMES | cop!au, x-files!au, ghostbusters!au, cop!Namjoon, cop!reader, youtuber!Seokjin, youtuber!Taehyung, ghosts, conspiracies, cryptids, the paranormal, and the supernatural are main subjects

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RATING | pg

NOTE | it has been awhile since i posted the previous part--but I genuinely forgot lmao. however, I have a new part for you all now!! (it was already written i just needed to post it forgive me). i hope you all enjoy and have a great day/night &lt;3

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The camera zooms into Namjoon's face, and the interviewer gives him the okay to begin talking. “I wasn’t excited for my first day in the X-Files, to be honest.”

“The X-Files, the damn X-Files,” Namjoon mutters to himself, reclipping his tie to his shirt–he wasn’t a real detective yet, he didn’t need to look like one yet either. 

He takes slow, dragging steps towards the door in the corner of the precinct. He dreads opening the door, his distaste increasing when he hears the loud shuffling of papers and quiet rock music, barely making it past the door. Fuck it. 

He swings the door open to be met with complete and utter chaos. The office is far past disorganized. There are files everywhere, tapes, cameras, and photographs all placed haphazardly across both wooden desks. He cringes when he notices the boxes filled with the same materials stacked all around the room. Not to mention the overflowing drawers with papers practically falling out of them.

The sound of papers being tugged out of a drawer catches his attention, the cacophony leading him to see a figure slumped over a file cabinet, sipping hot chocolate from a ‘repurposed’ ramen styrofoam cup. Awkwardly, he clears his throat. “Hello?”

You snap to look at him, a distressed-looking uniform hanging from your figure. Swallowing the coco in your mouth, you greet him excitedly, “Oh, hi there. You must be Namjoon, right? My new partner?”

Not for long, he thinks to himself, before nodding. “That would be me. You’re [Y/N], right?”

“Yes, I am. Are you excited to be in the SIU?”

“Not really, I’m sort of a skeptic, to be honest. Ghosts and cryptids and all that aren’t really my thing, I prefer science,” Namjoon says, eyes wandering the towers of paperwork.

You scrunch your face at the slight bit of arrogance in his tone but shrug it off. “Oh, can’t relate. Personally, I’m a believer. You spend a while here and you might become one as well.”

“We didn’t agree on anything at first. At all. She’s like, textbook conspiracy theorist, believes in bigfoot and all that.” Namjoon laughs a bit as he remembers his first days working in the SIU. “I didn’t believe in any of it. We were constantly having debates about everything supernatural or paranormal or whatever. The point is we couldn’t agree.”

“Oh, come on, not even aliens?”

“I think they could be out there, I don’t think we’ve interacted with them or come close to interacting with them. I think we would know if we’ve made contact with E.T.s.,” he shrugs, ignoring how your jaw drops as he looks over a cold case. That is a log, not a river monster in the Han River…

“We work in the government pretty much, there’s no way you don’t know about cover-ups. Heck, day-to-day crimes get swept under the rug and disguised all the time for the sake of reputation. Why wouldn’t any time we’ve made contact with aliens be hidden from the public too?” You can’t seem to stress this enough, eyes wide in surprise at just how set in his beliefs Namjoon sees to be. “Heck, I saw Chief Yoon writing that he left to check out a case the other day–he was eating barbecue for two hours!”

Namjoon lifts one of his arms from his folded position, his shoulders moving with every word he speaks. “I mean, sometimes her theories made sense, y’know? But still, I just wasn’t into the whole ghost thing anymore. I was trying to prove that we didn’t need a unit dedicated to the supernatural.”

The interviewer lifts his hand to pause Namjoon, impatience dripping from his voice. “Apologies, but are you going to get to one of your investigations any time soon?”

“Actually, yes.”

“What are you looking at?”

You tilt the file towards him so that he can read it. It's the first case you two have been assigned together to investigate–well, the first non-cold case. “Choi Mansion? That museum with all the spooky gimmicks?”

“Yeah, there was an accident there a few days ago. The owner, Min Yoongi, says there’s something real going on in there, not his little tricks for the audience.” You explain, “The housekeeper is also complaining about some weird smells or something.”

“This sounds like a publicity stunt to me. Mansion that constantly gets customers by pretending to be haunted wants to be investigated for actually being haunted? Yeah, that’s believable,” Namjoon rolls his eyes in disbelief that this is the turn his career has taken.

“Alright, let’s go check it out, Negative Nancy.”

“We get to the place, and guess who’s there already? The Ghost Busters, Jin and Taehyung, covered in gear and these ridiculous suits,” he chuckles, once again waving to his attire. “I guess the guy called them too, but they had been at it for an hour or so by the time we joined the party.”

“No way, is this one of your cases?” Jin grins before directing his attention to you. “Is this your partner? Hi, I’m Seokjin and this is Taehyung.”

“Obviously, the three of them got along wonderfully. Three nutjobs who all fed into whatever crazy ideas the others had. It was actually kind of sweet watching them all get excited together.”

“Hi, I’m [Y/N], and I am his partner. You guys are really decked out in equipment, aren’t you?” They nod. “Nice, mind if we work together for this one?”

They are beyond ecstatic to work with you, agreeing immediately while singing your praises to Namjoon. Much to his dismay. 

He pulls you aside, whispering, “Are you even allowed to share this information with them? What if we get in trouble?”

You shrug, “It's just you and I in this department, who’s going to tell on us?”

“And that was awkward because I was thinking, ‘Me, I’m going to tell on you’. I didn’t because it would be a hassle to submit that report, but I was thinking about it at the time.”

“Mr. Kim, please stay on track.”

“Right. So they set up their cameras and stuff…”

“And… Choi Mansion, take one!” Taehyung yells, his excitement evident in his voice. 

Hearing a quiet whirring, Namjoon turns his head from the youngest musketeer, eyebrows quirking at the odd machine in Seokjin’s hands. It looked like an old remote with a colorful whisk made of glow sticks attached to its side. In all honesty, Namjoon thought it appeared overly cheap. 

He points to the device, “What's that?”

Scoffing obnoxiously, Seokjin waves it at the officer, “Mr. Fancy Pants doesn’t know what a PKE meter is.” his voice both playfully teasing and mocking Namjoon's status. “And before you ask, yes, it works. Why would I buy a PKE meter that didn’t work?”

How Namjoon wanted this investigation to be over.

Planning the camera around the room once, then back to Namjoon, Taehyung clears his throat, his voice becoming serious, “So, tell me, where did you get the oldest glasses in the world?”

“They’re only five years old, I’ve just broken them a lot and fixed them the DIY way,” Namjoon sighs, not really up for the overly playful attitude the younger man seemed to exude.

Meanwhile, Seokjin tugs at the door, using most of his strength to pry it open, but to no avail. Kicking it a few times and once again pulling at it, he groans as it refuses to open. Wiping his sweat, he plants his hands on his hips, “Someone really doesn’t want us going in there…” eyeing the door suspiciously. 

Dismissing Jin’s findings, the youngest continues his interview, brows furrowed in interest and lips pursed, “And how is it to wear this uncomfortable suit all day?” 

“Not too fun…” Joon mutters, pointing to Jin, “How about we focus on recording the important stuff?” He is eager for the ‘mechanical genius’ to leave him alone. Besides, he is not enjoying how you seem to cover your mouth to hide your snickers whenever Taehyung cracks a joke at his expense.

Disappointed, Taehyung focuses the camera on the door momentarily before following Jin to the grand piano in the sitting room. The mansion, although terrifying and old, was beautiful. The wall carvings and vintage furniture were something that made the place feel like home, despite the occasional cobweb. It would be a beautiful, warm home if it weren’t for its cold feeling and lack of light which did more than give the men the shivers. 

“For the most part, I couldn’t take anything seriously. A haunted mansion? Evidence of ghosts? It all seemed too good to be true, y’know? Plus, Taehyung wasn’t exactly professional in the slightest.”

The investigator nods, his gaze still cold as ever. “Did anything worth my time happen during the investigation? Or are you just telling a story about nothing?”

“If you would give me a moment,” Namjoon huffs before continuing. “As I was about to say, that's when it started getting creepy.”

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3, 14 and 18 for the Ende of the Year ask?

Hope you have/had a lovely day!

Heeeyyy Thank you!! From these asks.

3 - Favorite musical artist / group you started listening to this year?

Outting myself again but Jungle :

14 - Favorite book you read this year?

OK sad truth, but I've read shockingly little this year, and have abandoned a LOT of books. Lots of mediocre scifi and fantasy. One atrocious, truly bad space horror that has been a great self motivator to write my own (I can do better style of motivation)

Overall I'd say my fav would have stood out strongly regardless, but it's been a bad year, so in effect it didn't have a lot of competition.

The Tainted Cup, by Robert Bennet Jackson. He's one of my fav authors, so I'm not shocked that I adored the book so much. That author is in large part responsible, via his Divine Cities trilogy, for my unapologetic use of present tense everywhere in my own stories lol

18 - A memorable meal this year?

Yes! I went with 7 friends to Glasgow to try a fancy pantsy 5 courses menu. One of these truly wanky set up with "emulsions" and servings so tiny the whole 5 courses barely fill you as much as a ramen pot would.

It was very fun because they gave you an empty carboard menu with space to write your criticism and encouraged you to guess the ingredients. It was an ordeal getting everyone out on the same date and navigating to the suburbs and back, but it was lots of fun.

It was only 25£ per person too, so a good deal considering how delicious most of the courses were. However they had the most ass, crustless soft sponge bread with side of boring butter for "snacks" for 7£ and my french ass made an incendiary note about this in my review LMAO.

You can see my final review. Every course was a surprise and we didn't know what we were eating until it was finished. They were really good for accomodating allergies and a vegan among us! The place is called 111 by Modou if you're curious.

I was generally unprepared for the day out. Completely forgot to dress up for it, so when I pulled my hoodie off I was in a motherfucking Star Wars shirt (the entire back is covered in SW stuff lol), with my head recently shaved to the bone LMAO. You can see in this photo that I was not pleased with myself.

The funniest result of this though was when one of the friends who came served me a sample of the curry he'd prepared in THAT form :

Very artsy (and delicious)

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You stood outside the classroom door, triple checking the small scrap of paper you tore from the larger leaflet on the commons board. Sure enough, the room was indeed room 6900 in the Everett building, an arts and humanities classroom building.

You stare down at your fitbit on your wrist - the cute Stardew Valley clock face shows that the time is, indeed, 4:55pm. About 5 minutes before this club is supposed to meet. A club that, despite your greatest efforts, you hadn't planned on attending. If it wasn't for Undyne giving you quite possibly the saddest puppy eyes (and also the fact that you owe her for helping you study for your calculus midterm), you would have been on your way back to the dorms, ready to tuck into a cup of ramen while you did homework. But no, Undyne's buddy was in desperate need of club members, lest their precious club get shut down. Er, what was the club anyways? You hadn't had the chance to ask Undyne. Well, time to find out.

You gently open the door.

...it's...empty?

Did, did you have the right classroom? You check the paper again - yep, this is the right room. And the right time. Well, maybe a couple minutes early, but usually people show up to their clubs early, right? Oh no, did the club get dissolved before you could help? You floundered around near the entrance, trying to figure out what to do when someone cleared their throat behind you.

"AHEM! EXCUSE ME, HUMAN! I MUST GET INTO THE CLASSROOM SO I CAN PREPARE FOR MY CLUB MEETING! UNLESS, GASP! ARE YOU HERE TO JOIN MY CLUB?!" Jesus, did this guy have any volume control? Also did he just say gasp out loud??

You turn around to face the offending...oh! It's a monster. Wait, that sounds bad. They are a monster, a skeleton monster to be exact. Huh, you feel like you've seen another one lazing around in the courtyards with a sucker in his mouth. This skeleton monster had quite possibly the bluest eyes you've ever seen, wearing a gray t-shirt, athletic sweats, and sporting a blue bandana around his neck.

This person must be the club leader. You regain your composure and hold out your hand, "Yeah! Undyne told me about the club," You faintly remember Undyne telling you not to say the real reason you're here, "I, er, I'm really interested in it!" You give them your best (and fakest) smile you can, trying to sell the idea and hope that he doesn't question you further. Your plan works, because now this skeleton has stars (yes, literal stars) in his eye...holes.

"WOWIE!!! A HUMAN, WANTING TO JOIN MY CLUB! THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER! AND WITH YOU JOINING, THIS MEANS WE'LL BE AN OFFICIAL CLUB!" He enthusiastically grabs your hand with both of his own gloved hands, shaking so rapidly and vigorously that your whole body practically shakes. All of a sudden, he gasps (this time just the action), "OH MY GOODNESS, WHERE ARE MY MANNERS! HUMAN, MY NAME IS THE MAGNIFICENT SANS! BUT YOU CAN JUST CALL ME SANS!" Sans poses dramatically, similar to a superhero. Okay, this was actually a bit endearing. Maybe it wouldn't be that bad after all? You supply your own name, though you don't have a fancy title to go with it. Sans simply smiles and heads into the room, placing the large bag onto the teaching podium. You opt to take a seat, sitting right next to the podium. Sans quickly produces a paper and pen for you.

"PLEASE FILL OUT THIS FORM SO I CAN SUBMIT IT TO THE COUNSELING OFFICE!" You nod, eyeing the blue snowman bobble pen with mild amusement. As you're filling out the paper, two more students arrive.

The first, Undyne, who gives you a toothy grin and a thumbs up before plopping into the seat next to yours. The next student, however, was also a familiar face. In all of his lanky, orange hoodie glory, pops in the only other skeleton you've seen on campus. Well, you guess it makes sense that the skeletons know each other. This skeleton starts to walk towards the closest seat to the door, before eyeing you very suspiciously.

As you hand the paper and pen back to Sans, the other skeleton speaks up, "huh, what's a human like you doing here?" You...didn't appreciate his tone. Humans and monsters may not have always gotten along, but they've been coexisting (again) for a decade now. You guess some monsters haven't forgiven humans, which is understandable. Still, you put on a small smile and try to make peace.

"Well -"

"PAPYRUS! DON'T INTIMIDATE OUR NEWEST MEMBER!" Oh, so the other skeletons name is Papyrus? Interesting name. Then again, monsters have very different naming conventions from humans. Papyrus puts his hands up in defeat before reach into his pocket to pull out a sucker.

"sorry bro, s'just a question." Man, now you kind of feel bad.

You quickly come to Papyrus' defense, "It's all good, Sans! It's not really all that common to see humans in monster clubs, I guess." Papyrus gives you a puzzled look before shrugging. Was he really confused as to why you backed him up? Sans huffed, tapping the thick stack of papers against the podium.

"PLEASE DO NOT ENABLE MY BROTHER, HUMAN, HE'LL NEVER LEARN HIS LESSON THAT WAY." Ah, that makes sense now - they're brothers! Before you could say anything else, Sans speaks again, "ANYWAYS, NOW THAT EVERYONE IS HERE, WE CAN BEGIN THE CLUB MEETING!" He claps his hands together loudly, "WELCOME, TO THE SOCIALLY AWKWARD CLUB!"

...

The WHAT?!

You whip your head to the side to look at Undyne, who gives you a sheepish smile. You can't believe this, a socially awkward club? What does that even mean?!

Great, you're really in it now. Might as well see where this goes.

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Symphonies: Chapter 33

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"I don't know, Tsunade-sama. I'm good, yeah, but my strengths lie more in the direction of, you know, being a hammer, dattebane. Minato's way better at seals. 'Sides, I've never been a sensei before."

"Nor have I. And I was never planning on it in the first place." Tsunade sighed and set down her empty cup. Then she reached for the bottle of sake for a refill. "But Jiraiya's out of the Village for who knows how long, and Minato's got his own brats. You're third in line, kid. You should be flattered."

Kushina huffed, slumping back in her seat and crossing her arms. She pouted at her stack of empty ramen bowls. "I am flattered," she muttered.

Tsunade snorted. "Sure have a funny way of showing it." She sipped directly from the bottle instead of refilling her cup. Wiping at her mouth, she frowned at Kushina. "Listen, you don't have to say yes. I know that even taking on a partial student is a big responsibility. But Kyoko needs someone to replace Jiraiya for her fuuinjutsu training, and I can't be the one to do that."

Kushina eyed her. "My sealing isn't the same as Jiraiya's. It's why Minato's is so different. I follow Uzumaki fuuinjutsu, not what's traditional to Konoha."

Tsunade smiled. "I have a feeling Kyoko would appreciate non-traditional."

Kushina shoved her empty bowls aside. "Buy me more ramen, and you've got a deal!"

— — — — —

"When will my rival return?" Gai asked, pausing in his squats.

Kyoko groaned, lifting her head to peer at him. Her body ached, and she was sure that her entire right side was already blooming with bruises from failing to block well enough in their spar. "It'll be another week yet."

"More time for me to think of ideas for challenges, then!" He straightened and stretched. "I'm going to run around the Village ten times before sunset or I'll have to do one hundred sit ups hanging from the ceiling by my feet!"

"Gai, that's insane."

He threw her a grin and took off.

— — — — —

Minato was an amazing sensei. He had a mixed group of students of wildly different skills and personalities and overall volume, and he handled them all with expertise and patience and an incredible amount of care.

Kushina was not a sensei at all.

For one, she was late. It was over a half hour after the meeting time, and she had run full tilt through Konoha's streets to get to the tea shop Tsunade had told her about.

For two, she was not prepared at all. She'd stayed up all night, frantically scrawling out page after page of incoherent notes about what she thought was most important about fuuinjutsu. Which apparently was just about everything. She'd hardly managed to narrow it down at all. Her only potential saving grace was the three old books in the bag slung across her shoulder. The margins of the books were packed with near unreadable annotations and theories and questions going back over four decades. The mess of various handwritings—hers, her mother's, her father's, her grandmother's, Minato's—contained enough coherent fuuinjutsu musings to hopefully carry her through their first session.

For three, she had already made her student upset.

"Oh, kami," Kushina mumbled as she waved her hands uselessly in the direction of the little girl. "I didn't— Why— Oh. Oh, no."

"I-it's okay," Kyoko sobbed out, rubbing at her eyes.

"You're crying! What did I— I'm so bad at this."

"Sorry," she managed, sniffling. She looked up at Kushina, blinking quickly with eyes red-rimmed. "I'm sorry. It's been a long day."

"It's . . . it's nine in the morning."

"I know." Kyoko hunched so that she could dab at her face with the hem of her shirt. "I'm an early riser."

"Uh, right," Kushina said uncertainly, shifting her weight uncomfortably. "Are you . . . okay?"

"Yes. I'm alright." She cleared her throat and squared her shoulders. "I'm sorry. Thank you for agreeing to Tsunade-shisho's request to help me in my fuuinjutsu studies."

"Um . . . ." Kushina shuffled her feet. "Yeah, okay. But do you need a moment or something, dattebane?"

Kyoko's shoulders tensed, and she looked away. "No, Kushina-sensei. I'm ready. I already got tea. Would you like to order first?" She straightened her notes. "I can start by showing you what I've been working on, if you'd like."

"Sure." Kushina hesitantly sat down across from her. "Whaddya have?"

— — — — —

"Is this your normal after-dinner routine?" Kyoko asked with a breathless laugh, arms trembling.

"Yes!" Gai said excitedly, switching from hand to the other. "To be an excellent shinobi, you must regularly find and push past your limits."

"You're doing well, Kyoko-chan!" Dai said, walking over to her on his hands.

"I'm dying," she gasped, shutting her eyes. "I can't do anymore."

"You're doing amazing," Gai assured her. "Just seventeen more."

Her head was pounding, and about thirty pushups ago she had gotten so dizzy that it was hard to see. She couldn't feel her face anymore. Her lungs burned. She barely managed to shake her head.

"Kyoko-chan, I believe in you! You can—"

Kyoko's arms gave, and she fell out of the handstand, hitting the ground hard. She wheezed, and the world spun around her. Somewhere off in the distance, past the ringing in her ears, Gai and Dai were shouting. "Ow," she whined.

"—us? Kyoko-chan?"

She blinked. The world had slowed down, and Gai and Dai were both leaning over her. "Gai," she croaked. "Y-you gave up?"

Gai looked horrified. "Absolutely not! I finished the challenge. Was it too much for you?"

"Obviously." She tried to push herself up, but her arms protested any and all movement. "I . . . regret this."

Gai just grinned.

Dai laughed. "Excellent effort, Kyoko-chan. Rest, and then we'll do our run!"

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primrose, lunar mist, queen’s cup, winterberry, honey perfume, tulip, honeysuckle, love in the mist, snowflake :)

primrose; what book does everyone right now need to read? i would suggest bell hooks' all about love. it's about all forms of love and its place in our society. it's a pretty short book but i'm still working through it because i like to really sit with her words and write notes. i try not to read too much at once because i've definitely been pretty avoidant in regards to love, so it's a tough read for me personally because it sometimes hurts my feelings.

lunar mist; do you like wearing other people’s shirts/jackets? it depends, but i would say most times yes! it just feels special, comfortable, and familiar.

queen’s cup; what are you craving right now? definitely esquites! and also some really good ramen. and a mimosa. but not all at the same time lmao.

winterberry; do you bite or lick your ice cream? lick

honey perfume; favorite movie ever? probably the lotr trilogy and also the princess bride

tulip; name 5 facts about yourself. boooo 🍅 the worst question. i'm boring!!

1. i love picking up a neat lil rock wherever i go (so long as the land isn't protected)

2. i've been trapped in an elevator before

3. i like to paint with watercolors for fun

4. i want my appendix removed because every appendicitis story sounds so horrifying. so i just think i should be able to take care of that early

5. i was almost named topanga

honeysuckle; do you usually date people your age or older/younger? typically around the same age or older

love in the mist; best books you’ve ever read? a few of my faves are the ones who walk away from omelas, hyperbole and a half, a court of mist and fury, lord of the flies, fahrenheit 451, and book lovers

snowflake; are you a dog or a cat person? my whole life up until now i'd say dog. but there are dogs testing me in this. so i may be in my cat era. i fell in love with a stray that wanders around my apt occasionally and he's a total sweetie.

thank you!!

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👄 talk about your first or best kiss thus far

Draken: 🥺 our first kiss was gentle, soft and honestly? Shy. Very shy. We were on a date and we had just finished up a small ramen joint. Him and I decided to drive off somewhere far enough from the city so the stars were bright and vibrant. We were hand in hand and I was pointing up a star that I thought was particularly pretty. He did this little shake of his head and mumbled something like “yea, s’real pretty” before looking down to find me looking at him. I was ready to look away out of sheer embarrassment but he takes my face in his hand. He bends a little so we could look eye to eye. His face is serious and stern, but the tips of his ears are pink and that’s what gives away his nerves. He murmurs “can I kiss you?” And the tingles in my lips lasted looooong after the kiss <3333

Taiju: our best kiss was actually our first. It took taiju a long time to actually kiss me. We went on so many dates, we were physically intimate, but he wouldn’t kiss my lips. And one night I couldn’t help but question him. He didn’t want to give up why but boy, that man was scared. Yes the taiju shiba. Kissing is an intimate act for him, something pure and sweet and he didn’t think he deserved to be graced with such softness 🥹 so I sat in his lap, cupped his cheeks and showed him otherwise <333

South: we shared a very steamy, heated kiss on the dance floor. Soufy and I make sure we go out dancing as much as we can! We love it and it’s something we love doing with one another, but when the right song comes on.. when he’s got my hips in his hands and his swaying me right up against him, grinding me up against his pelvis just the way he likes to the tunes and rhythms. He planted a big hand on my neck and tilted my head back. We kissed just like that, right on the dance floor. All the hollers and stares went ignored, we were sloppy with it. And it lead to us Fucking in the bathroom hehe <33

Shuji: shuji and I had a first kiss after a fight. Because we liked each other for a long time, but both of us refused to say or really admit it. He was sleeping on my couch and one night he came home late, the sun was rising. He was covered in bruises and was drunk outta his mind. I was worried sick, and was trying to get answers outta him, but he just kept laughing it off, scoffing almost, even when I was trying to patch him up. So I said “fine, fuck you, do whatever the hell you want shuji” and he grabbed my arm so tight. It left bruises when he pulled me back in. We were both breathing heavy from yelling, but our eyes weren’t angry. He leaned in first, and that first touch was feather light, barely a kiss. He pulled back almost like it burned, but I was quick and grabbed a handful of his shirt to kiss him harder. The rest is history <33

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