#cause I sure as hell aint sleeping at 3am

[randomhuman45]

'Amity Park likes Phantom' memes

[ryuseibutgayer]

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓘𝓼 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝓲𝓰𝓷,, 𝓣𝓸 𝓖𝓸 𝓣𝓸 𝓑𝓮𝓭 - 𝓟𝓽. 2

𝓞𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓵𝓵: 𝓙𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓸𝔀 𝓜𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓾𝔂𝓪, 𝓟𝓮𝓱 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓟𝓪𝓱 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓮𝓹. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮, 𝓘 𝓶𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 - 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓸𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓸𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱

𝓜𝓲𝓽𝓼𝓾𝔂𝓪 𝓣𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲

● You simp (*σ´ｪ｀)σ❤️

● Buddy with those two kids running around, you'd think he goes to bed early to rest up, but ohohohohohohoe.

● He needs to stay up all fuckin night to make sure they don't wet their beds 😭

● Of course he obviously does not have bags under his eyes in the manga nor anime, he still gets adequate sleep- it's just all over the place, and he may be just about 15 minutes late for his first period class every now and then

● So he *tried* to use horror movies to keep himself up, but he ended up scaring Mana, who wandered into the living room at one in the morning, with that technique. So now, he's sitting in the pitch dark living room of his apartment while his mom runs an early morning/late night shift, brainlessly eating popcorn as he does his homework (to catch up on his first hour, which he may miss some things in due to possibly falling asleep from now and then in that class) with fucking Sanrio shows playing on the TV in front of him. Bright ass pastels on a retro awful looking ass TV screen filter with the volume at like 12

● Yall think he's the sane one of TR, h a h

● When he actually manages to get some sleep, he gives zero fucks less about how he is, how gar off the bed he is, how much he needs to pee, the temperature, 3am munchies, that assignment sitting on the corner of his desk, NAH. All of it goes straight to hell when he hits the lights, slips off his shirt, and dives straight under the covers.

● On most days he'll just flop onto the bed and roll over to the other side like once, only once in the middle of the night

● Please he's so tired, stop the bullshit and raise awareness of Mommitsuya Appreciation Week (ToT)

● Dead tired, you can see the pure effort and exhaustion in his tired silver lashes as he just snoozes away

● Snores, but honestly it's tolerable

● Just let the boy sleep (TvT)

● MANA QUIT THROWING THE TEDDY BEAR MITSUYA MADE FOR YOU AT YOUR DAMN SISTER

● ..Luna put the toilet plunger away- GODFUCKING DAMNIT THIS IS A HATE CRIME-

● Just avoid remembering Mitsuya's existence at 3am for yours and his best

𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓾𝓴𝓲 (𝓟𝓪𝓱-𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓷) 𝓗𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓭𝓪

● Bear-Man

● He just lifts himself up to sit in the corner of his bed, collapses under the giant heavy ass comforters, and snores like a meme

● He feels like he's on fire while he's asleep, so he'll stick out a foot from under the blankets

● 𝓟𝓪𝓱-𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝓼 𝓣𝓸𝓴𝔂𝓸 𝓡𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓼𝔂𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓱?

● (I said that forgetting about the beginning of the anime lmao)

● Sleep talks but no one can hear it and it wouldn't make sense anyways

● He's really not afraid of anything grabbing him cause he's like "Well then let's see the bastard drag me away"

● I feel liiiike he's got a weighted blanket, 3 pillows, and a sleeping mask lmao

● He really seems like the guy to have an intense facial care routine before bed and bitch about not getting beauty sleep.

● Who's gonna break it to him-

● From 9 to 11. He sleeps. 14 hours.

● AND IF HIS WHITE NOISE MACHINE AINT PLAYIN RAIN HE AINT GOIN TO BED HES GONNA CREATE ANARCHY (oh please)

● He's always burning up in his sleep, but refuses to do anything about it.

● He sweats gallons, but is so dry- it doesn't make any sense- 😟

● He's pretty hard to wake up, but if the lights change at all in the room he's sleeping? Immediately up and Karen pterodactyl screaming

● Window is always cracked about 2 centimeters. It's broken.

● You can just like feel his body vibrate each time he snores lmao

● Very great cuddly buddy tho :> (Just raise your feet up so they aren't scratched by them toe nails-)

𝓡𝔂𝓸𝓱𝓮𝓲 (𝓟𝓮𝓱-𝓨𝓪𝓷) 𝓗𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓼𝓱𝓲

● I truly don't know what it is with this stick bug lookin crooked neck motherfucker and attracting bugs in his sleep

● AND HE TWISTS HIMSELF LIKE A BRICK HEADED PRETZEL TOO

● OK so get this, he's barely on the corner of the pillow with a foot off the bed, another propped up onto the wall, a hand by his side and the other off the bed

● And there's fucking flies buzzing around his face as ants just raid the crumb filled sheets

● a c k

● Maybe it's the whistle breathing sounds from his nose???

● I don't know

● Everyone in his house wants to suplex twirl, slam, then smother a pillow into Peh-Yan's face while he's asleep, it's disgusting

● He's so freezing cold oml

● Always has his window open. It's snowing. It's raining. It's sleeting. It's a tornado. It's a wildfire summer. WINDOW. 👏 OPEN. 👏

● Very cuddly tho, so that's,,, idk

● 1/10 recommend but not 0 at least

● You know he goes to bed at 11 and wakes up at 6. He's just. Weird.

● He eats a box of taco bell before bed routinely

● Raids the kitchen for milk in his sleep

[dylinski]

Mess I Made

Anon: Hey, can i do a request about Stiles and Isaac? Love triangle Isaac/Stiles/Reader or Reader dating one and cheating with the other. 

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUTTY SMUT. Language, Angst, Alcohol, Oral (female receiving), ROUGH SEX, Light bondage, Cheating.

Relationships: Isaac Lahey/Reader, Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 3394

Author: @dylan-obrien-fanblog

A/N: Sorry it’s so long, I just aint messing around with that shit. This is the first REALLY smutty fic I’ve written, so I hope it’s okay. Hope this is what you wanted anon. Thanks for the idea. I was also inspired by this song if you wanna give it a listen while you read. Please don’t hate me for the ending.

Laying on the edge of the bed, your back faced his back. You don’t know when things changed, but they did, and without warning. Most nights you slept back to back, ignoring one other while you slept. Well, while Isaac slept. You would spend most of the night awake, wondering where things went wrong. Was it something you said? Something you did? Were you both just drifting apart? He wasn’t the same after Allison died, she was his best friend, but it had happened almost 2 years ago. It’s not like he was bottling those emotions up either. Whenever he was hurting, he was open and always talked to you about his problems. You were the picture perfect example of communication. Were .

You could hear his breathing and pictured the rise and fall of every breath. You missed feeling his chest against your back at night, knowing you were safe in his arms. Deciding to escape the torture from the reminders of how things used to be, you got up from bed to get a snack. When you got to the kitchen, the clock on the microwave told you it was 3AM, but you weren’t surprised. You hadn’t been getting much sleep lately. Thankfully things had been quiet around Beacon Hills the last couple months. Everyone needed a break after being almost brutally murdered by the town.

You popped some popcorn and sat down on the couch in the moonlit room. You hadn’t checked your phone since you laid down so you decided to look and scroll mindlessly through the internet. When your screen lit up, you were surprised to see a text message from Stiles. He was the last person you thought you’d hear from. He didn’t stay long after the whole murderous town mess and went back to Quantico. Although you guys were pretty close before he left, as time went on his texts and calls became less frequent. Despite being surprised, you still smiled as you looked back to the memories you shared in high school and the many times at basically saving the world. You opened the message.

Stiles: hey! i’m back bitches! i’m visiting my dad. it’s been a while, so i thought u might want to grab a beer or something

Y/N: hey there stranger. i’d love to go out. i think i’m free friday if you’re still around. how long are you staying?

You sat your phone down and clicked the button on the remote to turn on the tv. Reruns of your favorite sitcom were on, so you let that play while you enjoyed the popcorn. Your phone buzzed in your lap and it slightly startled you. Who would be up this late? Your question was immediately answered when you saw who the text was from, and it was no surprise. Stiles.

Stiles: are u free right now?

Stiles: i haven’t heard from anyone else and i can’t sleep

Stiles: on that FBI schedule lol

Y/N: you mean Stiles schedule.

Stiles: don’t call me out like that lol

Stiles: so u wanna meet up?

Y/N: meet up where? it’s 3AM.

Stiles: oh shit, u right

Stiles: uuuuuuuuummmmmm

Stiles: u could come here?

Stiles: my dad’s working the night shift

You stared at the message and watched as the cursor blinked at you, waiting for your response. You looked over to the door that led to your bedroom and didn’t want to leave Isaac here alone. Knowing Stiles, there would be alcohol involved and you’d probably end up crashing there, like old times. After sitting and considering your two options, buzzing broke your train of thought.

Stiles: did you pass out?

Stiles: if ur too tired it’s all good

Stiles: we can hang out friday at a decent hour

Stiles liked to send multiple texts at a time and your phone kept buzzing, in a rush to get him to stop bombarding your phone, you impulsively replied.

Y/N: STILES STOP

Y/N: i’m awake, i’ll be over in 30 minutes

You decided to leave a note so that Isaac wouldn’t freak out when he woke up and found you missing. You doubted he even would, with how things were lately. You put the dirty bowl in the sink, grabbed some clothes from the laundry, and jotted down the note for him. You grabbed the keys to your car and headed to Stiles’.

When you pulled up to the house you were startled that Roscoe wasn’t there, but then you remembered that Scott had him. Stiles had said something about Roscoe not making the drive to Quantico. You pulled into the driveway, next to a Ford Taurus, typical FBI car. Stiles must have heard you drive up because as you got out of the car, you could see someone’s eyes and nose sticking through the blinds in the front window. Those are some FBI surveillance skills right there, Stiles. You walked up to the door and before you could knock, the door opened.

“HAAAAAY!” Stiles greeted you with a big hug, holding a beer in his hand. You gave him a look that made him roll his eyes. “I may have started without you.” You scoffed at his explanation for his behavior and walked past the buzzed boy.

“I guess I'll just have to catch up.” You walked over to the counter and popped the top of a beer. You cheered your bottles from across the room.

“Hell yeah!” You shook your head at him as you laughed and headed over to the couch where the TV was on. Folding your legs under you, you sat next to Stiles and were reminded of the many nights you’d sat in this very spot, watching movies with your old friend. You smiled at him and he noticed from the corner of his eye and smiled back.

“So tell me about Quantico.”

“Well, if I did, I’d have to kill you.” Stiles spoke with a straight face that lasted all of 5 seconds. You grabbed the pillow behind you and smacked him with it, erupting an echo of giggles from both of you.

“Really Stiles, tell me what’s been going on. I haven’t heard from you in months. I didn’t know if you were alive.” The last statement was a joke, but not empty of disappointment.

“Honestly nothing that exciting. I got benched after the whole Derek operation and well, getting shot. You know, with him getting away and everything.They don’t typically appreciate that. Mostly been riding a desk since then. It’s the worst, but they have me doing a lot of intel stuff. And you know how much I love to research the shit out of shit.”

“Oh shit! That’s right, your toe.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of Stiles with 9 toes.

“You wanna see?” He started to pull up his leg when you screamed.

“EW. GOD NO. PUT THAT AWAY STILINSKI.”

“Didn’t take you for a weak stomach.” He laughed at you.

“It’s not that, I just hate feet.” You smirked at him as he smiled at your discomfort. You both found yourselves unable to keep up the conversation so you enjoyed each other’s company while watching tv.

Somewhere along the way, and four beers later, you found yourself curled up against Stiles with his arm around you and his fingers mindlessly twirling the ends of your hair. You started drifting off but caught yourself and looked up to see if Stiles was still awake too. He was already looking down at you, a smile on his face. You smiled back, but were curious as to how long he had actually been watching you. It flattered you, so you snuggled deeper into him and he squeezed you, bringing you in close. As you looked back to the tv, he broke the silence.

“I had almost forgotten how beautiful you are.” Your gaze immediately flew back to Stiles and it was full of confusion. He was still looking at you with his whiskey eyes, full of affection and warmth, and playing with your hair. You were loving all of this, but it didn’t feel okay that he told you that you were beautiful. Your mind immediately flickering to Isaac and what he would think of this. So you shot up, pulling away from him, as far to your end of the couch as you could get.

“What? Did I do something?”

“Actually, yes. You called me beautiful.”

“I don’t have the greatest knowledge of women, but I’m pretty sure you’re not supposed to get mad when someone calls you that.”

“Stiles, you’re drunk and don’t know what you’re saying.” He frowned at your words and furrowed his brow as he looked away, as if you punched him in the gut. Now feeling guilty, you scooted closer to him and put your hand on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...I was just caught off guard.”

“It’s okay. I get it. I wasn’t trying to make you feel uncomfortable. I know you’re with Isaac.” He kept his eyes on the TV while he spoke, but he rested his hand on top of yours and pulled it to his face. The feeling of his lips on your hand sent shivers down your spine, a feeling you hadn’t felt in ages. You shifted your hand from his lips to his cheek, causing him to turn and face you. Staring into his sun-kissed eyes, it was like you were staring at the sun, sparking a fire inside that had long burnt out.

Without hesitation, you flew in and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaving you both surprised. You pulled away for a breath and Stiles took the break to speak. “What…what was that for?”

“I don’t know.” You huffed breathlessly.

“Can we do it again?” All you could muster was a nod as you went back in for the kill. This time the kiss had more passion as Stiles grabbed you waist with both hands, pulling you in. Unable to get close enough, you threw a leg over his lap, straddling the beautiful boy. Your pelvis instinctively began to move in slow circles in sync with your breaths that you stole between kisses. He moaned at your motions, so you took advantage by pushing your tongue past his lips. Your body’s moving to meet each other, your hands moved down his chest and clenched at his shirt. He looked up at you through his lashes, biting his lip and reached down to remove the cloth. Your hands rested on his bare chest as your lips found each other again, fingers leaving white trails that faded just as quickly as they appeared. You reached down and removed your shirt, thinking it only fair. Stiles smiled lustfully at the removal and bit your bottom lip, causing a moan to escape. You plant wet kisses down his jaw to his neck where you leave a purple mark that stirs something vicious in the man.

He slides his hands under your ass and stands up as you wrap your legs around his waist. Refusing to break your locked lips, he starts walking you down the hall. The breath is knocked out of your lungs when your back hits the wall. Stiles uses his knee to hold you up while he unhooked your bra, throwing it to the floor. You drop down to your feet as he unbuckled his belt, but your hands soon follow because his were taking too long. You pull out his belt and wrap it around his wrists. He growls at the development and you pop the button on his khakis, pulling them down to his ankles to step out of. You grab him by the belt where his hands meet and pull him into his bedroom.

You pull him around and then push him onto the bed. You remove your shorts and walk up to him as you crawl up his body, kissing his stomach where the hair disappears into his briefs, causing his body to shudder. You work your way up to his chest, kissing each nipple. Now at his shoulders, you bite, leaving tiny teeth marks, then licking the red skin to soothe it. Holding his arms over his head, you kiss his neck and work your way up to his nose where you leave a peck. You pull back and look into his now black eyes, full of lust and you can’t help but smile from ear to ear.

You lean down and kiss him again, then whisper in his ear, “have you ever thought about me like this?” All he can muster is a nod and a whine as he reaches for your lips with his own, but you pull back, denying him. “You’ve dreamed about me, haven’t you?”

“I have.” Stiles breathed his words, his breaths shallow and heavy as his desire became unbearable.

“Do you want me, Stiles?” You kiss him hard, breathing into his lips as he licked yours.

“I want you so bad, Y/N.”

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me.” You undid the belt around his wrists and he shot up, grabbing your waist in a grip that you know will leave bruises.

“I want to taste you.” Stiles growled his words as he flipped you over and kissed down your neck, leaving purple marks, then biting your shoulders. He made his way to your tits and squeezed one while he took the other in his mouth. He sucked hard on the peak, leaving it red and sensitive. He teased the point with his tongue, licking and flicking. He then tugged on it lightly with his teeth, causing you to writhe beneath him. The movement against his hardened cock making him arch his back as he let out a moan. He licked down your stomach to the hem of your panties. He grabbed them with his teeth and pulled them down your legs.

He took the panties and held them to his face, inhaling the musk of your core. “I made you so wet, didn’t I?” You nodded, biting your lip. He purred at the thought and stood up, grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed, as you let out a yelp from the sudden jerk. He kicked your legs apart and kneeled down between them. Without warning he licked your folds, your body shuddering from the surprise. He found your bundle of nerves with his tongue and sucked and licked methodically, sending sensations up your core. He pushed his tongue inside of you, licking your walls and his nose hit your hardened nub as he moved his tongue. He moved his mouth back to your clit and pushed two digits into you slowly, causing you to gasp. Your noises made him smile and chuckle with excitement, vibrating through your body pushing you to your edge. Your hips began to push back to meet his finger thrusts, so he added a third digit and sharted pumping faster. Your back arched as a small scream developed in your throat.

“That’s right baby, cum for me.” He spoke the words without leaving your clit. They shook through your body, breaking the barrier that was holding it all back. Your body shook as you came into his mouth, eyes rolling back and body limp. He stood up, licking his fingers and lips, taking in as much of you as he could. He crawled back up to meet you, and kissed you harshly. “Oh, I’m not done yet.”

He flipped you over onto your hands and knees and smacked your ass, leaving a red handprint. He pulled off his briefs and grabbed your waist with one hand while pumping himself with the other. You shudder when he rubbed his cock against your folds as he hit your overstimulated clit. He found joy in that and smacked your ass again, leaving another mark. “Just fuck me already.” You shouted and with that he pushed himself into your core as far as he could go. You gasped and arched your back as he entered and moaned as he slowly pulled out. He pushed back in, more harsh this time and held it as he wiggled his hips.

He began thrusting at a rapid pace that hit you in all the right places. If he kept it up you wouldn’t last long. You pulled away from him and stood up, spinning him around and pushing him to the bed. You sat on top of him and grabbed his cock to line him up with your entrance. You slid down on him and started to ride his member up and down in figure 8’s. He threw his head back, moaning at the motions as his back arched. Pressing down on his chest, you threw your head back, adding to Stiles’ moans. Your nails tore down his chest, leaving trails of red, raised skin. “I’m not gonna last much longer if you keep that up babe.” He mumbled under his pants.

He turned you over onto your back and placed himself inside you again. You wrapped your legs around his waist as high as they could go so he could hit your g spot. “Oh god, yes. Right there.” You moaned as he vigorously pounded into you. The room filled with moans and skin against skin.

“Come for me baby.” Stiles was close and knew you were too. Your walls throbbed against his cock and he leaned in and bit your shoulder to keep himself from cumming before you did. Through his bite, he whispered your name and that was all you needed. Your body shook as your gates burst and your eyes rolled back. Not long after, you could feel Stiles’ release inside you, spraying your walls with his warm seed. He pumped a couple more times, more slowly, riding out both of your highs. He immediately left, but you were too tired and weak to bother asking. He returned shortly with a wet cloth. You winced when he wiped your folds as the cold touched your overwhelmed bundle of nerves. He wiped himself off and fell onto the bed next to you. He pulled you into his arms, but you were both too tired to cuddle. You fell asleep quickly and deeply.

———

You were woken by your ringtone, your head pounding from the hangover. Confused as to where you were, it suddenly dawned on you what had happened. Eyes wide, you saw Stiles sprawled out next to you, drool at the corner of his mouth. His arm was on top of you, so you attempted to move it without waking him. He twitched as you moved, but readjusted himself, still sleeping. You remembered drinking, but not that much to do something so stupid.

Your phone started ringing again and you ran to your shorts on the floor, silencing it before it could wake up Stiles. Reluctantly, you looked at the screen and saw you had 4 missed calls and 6 missed messages. You couldn’t find your underwear, so you pulled on your shorts. Following the trail of clothes, you found your bra and your shirt. You put both of them on, then sat down on the couch where the night started. You opened up your phone.

Isaac: hey, saw your note. when will you be back?

Isaac: it’s 11am, where are you?

Isaac: are you okay?

Isaac: Y/N, did something happen? please answer me.

Isaac: Y/N?

Isaac: that’s it, i’m on my way.

Just as you read the last text, there was a knock at the door. Your body went into shock and you were silent, but internally you were screaming. What the fuck do I do? There was a second knock and you realized that it could wake Stiles up, so you ran to the door. When you answered it, it took everything you had to keep your composer.

“Isaac? What are you doing here?”

“You weren’t answering my calls.” He looked passed you and down the hall, his eyes widening. “Where’s Stiles?” He tried to look past you but you blocked his view by stepping out and slightly closing the door behind you. He immediately averted his eyes to you. He leaned in and sniffed you and you knew exactly what was going to happen next.

[heanv]

Indie Film Lovers | Yuta

genre: enemy to lovers!au, chefs!au,soft

warnings: none

word count: 1.5k

requested by: @exoczn

song: indie film lovers by lyss & kerri

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You felt overwhelmed by all the stress caused by work and all the customers and the whole staff which most of them generaly suck at doing their one job.Almost no one had any desire to do their job properly and all of that you had to manage all by your own. And tonight was no different.

“Chef, Kim burned all the pork for the phо.What are we supposed to do now?” one of the only sensible employee of yours,Mina complained about her grumpy co-worker Kim Doyoung.

“Tell him to start preparing to finish all the phо by himself and about the meat - tell him to be careful because it may be his last meat he will ever cook in this kitchen.”

“Yes,Chef.”

You were looking at the finished meals,trying to see if there were any mistakes.

“Xiaojun!Come here.Now.”

You could see the fear in his eyes.He was still new in here.

“Did you make these desserts?” you pointed at the beautifully made plates.The boy nodded.

“They look really god and the aroma coming out of them is really rich and mouth-watering and so im sure their taste is great as well. Well done!” you turned to him.

“Thanks,Chef.I really apreciate that.”

“You are welcome,now go back to work” you intructed him.

“Yes,Chef” he bowed and left.

There were tons of people in your restaurant and it was really nerve-wracking to guide a whole staff, half of them them useless and you were just so tired. Lately, the only thing you did was work.Work,work,work. You do not remember the last time you watched a whole film or went somewhere outside the town just to relax.You didn’t even have time to eat properly.

At first the idea of opening your own restaurant seemed like a dream to you and after you did it you did not hesitate for a moment if this is what you really wantedz . Starting off was hard enough but “lucky” for you another new restaurant opened the same time as you opened yours, and it is owned by a particular person you don’t like at all -Nakamoto Yuta.

You both we in the same cooking school and at first you guys got along but as the time passed the rivalry you both prevailed and in the end it turned to hate. So now you two were the biggest competitors in this city. You’ve never been to his restaurant and it’s not like you wanted to but you were always questioning yourself if his cuisine was better than yours or if the restaurant was prettier than yours, and little did you know he was asking himself the same.

After your restaurant by closed for that day, you went home and passed out in your bed,but not for long. You couldn’t sleep due to all the stress and hunger you were experiencing. So you got up and decided to got to the nearby 24h supermarket to eat something. It was nearly 3am. You greeter the cashier and started thinking what to eat when you found in front of dozens of instant ramen. You haven’t eaten these for years. In the cooking academy you had to cook some fancy ramen you couldn’t buy from that kind of stores. Anyways yoy decided to buy some ramen and eat it in the store.You took everything you needed and went to the check out and bought them. As you sat down to eat, someone else entered the store.You couldn’t quite see who it was but it’s not like you cared anyways.

“Well,well have you seen a 5-star restaurant chef eat ramen alone at 3am “ a cocky voice reached out to you.

/I never expected you to come around/

What a nice surprise,Nakamoto Yuta! Brilliant!

“Hello,Yuta.As we can all see you are not so different.” He was holding exactly the same type of ramen plus some other snacks

“Fair enough” he made a place for himself at your table. “Soo?”

“So what?” you spit,not looking at him.

“Whoa,dont be so rude ma’am.”

/But you came in and you swept me off my feet/

“I am not even trying”

“Okay, so i’ll talk first”

“You already did.”

“Damn, you really aint in a mood”

“Yeah,thanks to you” you continue eating your ramen.

“Why are you like this? What did I ever do you?We used to be friends.”

/When we’re together it feels like a movie scene,Like indie film lovers/

Thats true.You really used to be friends with Yuta. You were actually really close friends and you expected after graduating uni you both will continue to be friends with him. You remembered how you to became friends because a teacher peared you both to make french macarons and actually yours macarons were the best of the whole class and after that you two were inseparable - you cooked together , you studied together,hung out together until one day you realised you were in love with him. And since that day you couldn’t face him, you didn’t want to tell him and you just decided to ignore him.So you slowly stopped talking to him and temporary achieved to distance yourself from him.Gradually the friendship turned into just waving to each other which later turned into a rivalry and since then until today nothings has changed.Neither your attitude towards him, nor his ignorance towards you.After you deiced to distance yourself he didn’t what was going on and he couldn’t stop questioning himself and blaming himself that you guys are not friends anymore just by the time he wanted to confess his feelings to you which never happened.

“As you said we “used to” but we are not anymore” you stole a quick glance towards him.

/Let’s go from a to z, tell me what you feel for me/

“Yeah but why? Why are we not friends anymore?What happened ,Y/N?” the look in his eyes was so pure yet so sad and you couldn’t help but blame yourself for his pain because in fact it was your fault.

This is what fear causes - it ruins friendships.You deeply regreted your desicion every single day but it was for the best - at least thats what you thought.

“I dont know Yuta, its already been years, we should forget about it” you looked down,ashamed.

/We’ll color everything,Don’t forget the in between/

“No,Y/n,we shouldn’t.I want us to be friends,at least.”

at least? what is this supposed to mean? what you two could possibly be more than friends...oh. does this mean he had felt the same as you? was this possible?

you took a breath in, a very deep breath. you felt as if you couldnt utter the next few words but if you did, the pressure in your chest that has been there for so long will finally be gone.

/I didn’t know it would be this easy to turn my frown,Upside down/

“Yuta, do you know the reason I stopped talking to you in the uni?”

“No, but I would like to know”

you took a deep breath once again.

“I liked you, like a lot”

dead silence came in. you felt your heart ache and your stomach go crazy.Yuta looked at you with widened eyes.

/Like indie film lovers/

“Are you kidding me? You stopped talking to me because you liked me?! Y/N are you out of your damn mind?!”

/We’ll color everything,It’s only you and me/

you felt bad,really bad. you felt that its finally gonna be over,like you’d tell yuta you liked him he’d laugh, he’d leave and everything would be okay.

silence filled the already heave air again.

“I-i dont know what to say, I am sorry” you mumbled.

/I am little more than a whisper,A cool breeze/

yuta looked at you and his eyes softened.

“Y/n I’ve loved you since the day i met you”

what...the...actual...hell? did he just say that? nakamoto yuta just told you he have loved you for years? freaking nakamoto yuta - the best japanese chef in korea,oh my god.

“w-what?” you barely kept your smile from coming out.

“yes,y/n, i have been trying to tell you for so long and in uni when we were friends i really fell so hard for you and i was so ready to tell you and i couldn’t wait to graduate and to open our very own restaurant, y/n I still love you.”

you felt your ye eyes watering,and your smile taking over your face. you couldn’t describe what you were feeling -it was truly an euphoria.

“I still love you too you know”

“ I hoped so!” he stood up and hugged you tightly.” do you want to start over?”

“yes”

“okay so hey beautiful lady,whose name I definetely do not know.”

“its a pleasure to meet you, you unknown handsome man, my name is y/n y/l/n”

“what a beautiful name! nakamoto yuta is my name,pleasure to meet you too”

you both laughed and looked deeply at each others eyes.

“i like you,yuta,i really do”

“ i like you so much too y/n, you are the one i’ve been waiting for my whole life.”

/I never expected you to come around,I didn’t know it would be this easy to turn my frown,Upside down/

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