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[dokiyeom]

A SANCTUARY IN YOU  .  Y. JEONGHAN

because when jeonghan’s worn out and in need of comfort, you’re the home he’ll always run to

pairing: jeonghan x gn!reader  /  genre: fluff/reverse comfort  / wc: 0.8k

warnings: mentions and descriptions of food, exhaustion, fatigue

playlist: to you - svt // home - svt // express moon - jo yuri // hug me tight - heo hoy kyung // blossoming - none the younger

note: hey lol sorry for ghosting u all for like 2 months but here’s a jeonghan fic and a fic playlist as a peace offering :D also hey hi thank u to @yeongwonie​ loml for beta reading mwah <3

jeonghan steps into your apartment, lazily shutting the door with his hand stretched behind his back, not even having the energy to turn his head to check if he had properly locked the door and instead chose to trust his hand’s dexterity.

“jeonghan? is that you?” your voice rings, and jeonghan swears that he feels every muscle and ache in his body soften and relax just from hearing you.

“yeah, sorry for barging in so suddenly” he musters, forcing out a weak smile when your head pops out from the kitchen, “i just- i wanted to see you,”

you pause after getting a more clear view of your boyfriend, eye-bags sunken and skin practically translucent, completely devoid of vitality. it’s a distinctively unfamiliar look on jeonghan, who is normally so angelic with a presence akin to a breath of fresh air.

“oh my gosh, han don’t strain yourself,” you rush by his side, carefully cupping a hand around his delicate jaw, “don’t apologize, you’re always welcome here,”

you feel jeonghan straining his neck in an attempt to nod as you continue, “let’s get you something to eat, yeah?”

“it’s fine, don’t want to trouble you,” he whispers, sinking into your hold as he eventually rests his head on your shoulders. your arm maneuvers around his back, gently smoothing circles along the fabric of his shirt as he hums quietly with contentment, “i can just pick up something from the convenient store later,”

“taking care of you will never trouble me,” you sigh, “and besides, i was already cooking dinner,”

“you’re too good to me,” he mumbles, lifting his head from your shoulders. he easily obliges when you guide him over to the sofa, collapsing into the array of soft woolen throw pillows and velvety couch cushions like a limp rag doll. you drape a plush fleece blanket over jeonghan as he shuffles around to find a comfortable position, smiling when he pulls the covers up to his chin as his eyes shut gently.

you return to the kitchen, where you find a steaming pot of aromatic soup full of hearty ingredients you had cooked for yourself primarily because like jeonghan, you have also been feeling a bit more under the weather. after conjuring up a bit of strength, you heave the vast pot over to the coffee table and as you do so, jeonghan perks up, his head peeking from above the blanket he had stretched over his head.

instinctively, jeonghan lifts the comforters as he feels the sofa dip under your weight. from your view, he vaguely resembles an otter, a warm and inviting one at that as he waits for you to climb into his little makeshift burrow. instead, you smile and comb your fingers through jeonghan’s hair as you sit by the perimeter of the sofa, resisting the urge to teasingly comment on how otter adjacent he appears for the sake of his depleted state.

“want to rest a bit for now? you seem tired and i can just heat the soup when you wake up later,” you say, fingers still tangled in his hair as you practically feel him hum in contentment.

“not sure, the soup smells great though,” jeonghan remarks, hoisting himself up as the blankets cascades down to his waist. he sits there for a brief moment, a puffed half-pout, half-smile resting on his face as he gazes at you.

instead of rising up, jeonghan flops back down, though this time he very clearly bypasses the pillow and lands on your lap with a shameless “oops!”

“oh no, it’s like i’ve fallen back down and i can’t get up! isn’t that crazy, y/n?” jeonghan muses, his eyes fluttering shut in downturned narrow crescents, “it’s like my body is telling me to stay on this comfortable couch and that it needs something, or maybe someone, to hold so that my exhaustion can be remedied,”

“who gave you such awful medical advice?” you sigh, slipping your hand beneath jeonghan’s head and carefully hauling it back onto the pillow as he pouts dramatically, “i’m pretty sure you need rest instead of becoming a koala and attaching yourself to a human tree branch,”

“i guarantee you this cure was from a very reputable doctor,” jeonghan grins, eyes still shut as he wriggles his eyebrows. you smile and card your fingers through his hair for a final time before giving in to his proposal. he’s still exhausted, despite the little teasing comments he’s straining to make to lessen your worries. it’s virtually transparent to you by how jeonghan’s eyes remain closed, a testament to the aching pain that likely punctures somewhere behind his eyes.

“fine, i’ll trust your very reputable doctor,” you smile, allowing jeonghan to happily envelop his arms around you and rest his head against yours as he quietly murmurs a contrastingly sincere “thank you”

“of course,” you respond, placing a fluttering kiss on whatever part of jeonghan is nearest to your lips as you too permit yourself to enjoy being held by your lover, leaving the soup long forgotten as the two of you descend into a much-needed nap.

[shokopan]

3:15  .  K. TSUKISHIMA

pairing: tsukishima x gn!reader -  cw: cursing genre: fluff

note: reader has hair at a length that tsukishima can play w/, but hair texture isn’t explicitly stated

also hi sorry for ghosting u all for so long but i’m alive and here’s an old fic :D

“aren’t you supposed to be a tsundere?”

“huh? where’d you get that from, idiot?” tsukishima scoffs, setting his book on the nightstand by his bed before peering down at you.

you’re sprawled out on his bed, head laying on his lap as you continue scrolling through your phone with a knowing smile, “i don’t know, you just look like you’re supposed to be a tsundere. Like how you always hiding how you actually feel under all that snarky remarks,”

tsukishima lets out a faint snort as he listens to you speak, carefully brushing strands of hair from your face with feather-light touches. he coils the lock around his finger before untangling the strand, watching it fall and join the pool of hair splayed near your head. you smile softly, tossing your phone aside and stretching your arms up to cup his face. he obliges, resting his chin gently on the palms of your hand as you continue, “like you always call me idiot, but look at you right now, kei. you’re so fucking soft,”

hearing this, his ears heat up, face turning a brilliant rouge as he instantly retracts and retorts, “no i’m not,”

“yeah, you are,” you laugh, flopping your now empty hands onto your sides as he sighs and repositions your palms for him sit his chin back on them. he rolls his eyes as you let out another string of laughter, “kei, you’re so soft, you can’t tell me otherwise after what you just did,”

“i just didn’t want to see that stupid pout again,” he grumbles, shifting his face so that his cheek was resting against the smooth of your hand and facing away from you. tsukishima sighs, sensing the smug grin on your face without even needing to catch as he reluctantly pivots back to meet your gentle gaze with a halfhearted roll of his eyes before averting them, “but fine, maybe i am soft, or a tsundere, or whatever the fuck,”

“but does it really matter? i love you and you know that,” he whispers, clasping his fingers around your wrist and moving it away as he tips down to place a delicate kiss on your lips, successfully leaving you stunned.

[dokiyeom]

OPERATION AFFECTION! . P. SUNGHOON

summary: due to a lack of experience in the relationship field, park sunghoon isn't quite sure how to go about being an affectionate boyfriend

pairing: sunghoon x fem!reader - genre: fluff w a hint of angst - wc: 2.03k featuring: the other 02z :D - cw: cursing, insecurities

park sunghoon is caught in a dilemma.

he’s sitting next to you, close enough for your elbows to bump his every few moments, but far enough that sunghoon feels a gap in between the two of you. if anything, sunghoon would say that the gap feels like a deep chasm separating him from you, and there’s still a decent amount of the movie left to finish.

so sunghoon has come up with two solutions: either he awkwardly snakes his arm behind the couch and hopes you’ll move your head so he can drop his arm around your shoulder or he can nudge your head and hope that you’ll let it fall onto his chest. if cuddling happens, even better.

the problem though is that your relationship is brand new. you two still haven’t discussed boundaries with physical affection, and sunghoon’s unsure of how receptive you’d be to it.

normally if you were one of his members or just a casual friend, skinship wouldn’t be this difficult. his little lingering touches and embraces would be interpreted platonically and without much thought at all. but this, this is different. this is a relationship. it’s new territory, one that sunghoon still hasn’t charted or figured out how to navigate.

so instead, sunghoon settles for half-connected knees. he allows his leg to loosen and slide just the slightest bit to bump your knees, which remain locked in a cross-legged position. your eyes shift to the contact point of your knee with his, and to sunghoon’s delight, there’s a subtle tug at your lips and you continue to watch the movie that sunghoon has been ignoring for a while now. he nods his head a little, proud at the initiative he’s taken as he shifts his attention back to the film, trying to connect the frayed ends of the plot that he missed in his mind with a hidden victorious smile on his face.

-

the next day, sunghoon decides that he’ll be a bit bolder. while the two of you are sitting on the bus, he offers you one of his earbuds, purposefully handing you the ear that’s furthest from his, allowing you both to listen to music while being able to hear each other’s voices with far more clarity.

sunghoon takes a deep breath and reaches for the metal pole you were holding onto for support, allowing his arm to hand over yours as he takes the excuse to move closer to you until your back was leaning by his elbow.

“hi,” you whisper, a gleeful smiling instinctually spreading as you glance up to meet sunghoon’s face right above yours. he returns the smile before he tilts his head gently to lightly bump yours in a teasing manner.

“hello there pretty lady, you come here often?” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows as you roll your eyes and hum.

“mm, kind of yeah. my boyfriend and i take the bus together pretty often,” you muse, giggling when you see sunghoon’s jaw clench in faux anger and arrogance as he leans his head to the side, causing cracking noises from his joints.

“damn you have a boyfriend? think he can fight?” his smile morphs into a cocky smile, his chin lifted up as he jokingly scans the other bus passengers.

“i don’t know, he’s a little weak,” you grin, ignoring sunghoon clicking his tongue as you look up with wide eyes devoid of mischief, “why? are you trying to be my boyfriend?”

“yeah, i am,” sunghoon leans down, whispering in your ear as his hand on the metal pole drops to envelop yours.

sunghoon smiles triumphantly as you turn away to hide your blush, though moments later, his expression matches yours once he realizes that he succeeded in initiating more affection by standing so close to you with his hand covering yours on the pole.

-

“i don’t get the big deal, why can’t you just talk to her about it? like, set up boundaries and whatnot,” jake ducks, narrowly avoiding the pillow sunghoon swiftly throws at him.

“how does someone even bring that up casually? dude, i’m not going to scare her by saying we need to talk or something,” sunghoon complains, reaching for another pillow that jay briskly swipes away.

“she’s not going to get scared dude, i think if anything, she’s just as confused and nervous,” jay reasons, shrugging as he places the pillow by his side and returns his attention to his assignment, “she’s pretty understanding dude, she’ll get whatever bullshit you’re spewing,”

“it’s not bullshit!” sunghoon quickly defends himself, “it’s a genuine problem jay, i don’t get how to initiate affection and i want to be a good boyfriend,”

“and how is talking to us going to help?” jay sighs, closing his laptop upon realizing that he wouldn’t be able to get any work done while his friend mopes over his standing dilemma, “i care a ton about you man, and so does jake, but you should be talking to her about this and not us,”

“yeah, sunghoon, jay’s right about your girlfriend being really understanding. i don’t think she’ll freak out or whatever you think she’ll do that’s bad,” jake chimes in, giving sunghoon a reassuring smile and pat on the back as he gets up, “aren’t you going over to her place in a bit? just talk to her about it then,”

“fine, i’ll try to. but if it goes wrong i’m blaming you guys,” sunghoon sighs, glancing at the time on his phone.

-

sunghoon in fact did not try.

the two of you spent the afternoon and evening studying together at your place, sitting across from one another with your feet and knees occasionally brushing against each other.

the most sunghoon managed to do was brush the hair out of your face at one point as he placed a steaming mug of tea by you midway through the study session. he would have liked to place a kiss on your cheek or wrap his arms around you from behind to pull you into an impromptu nap while tangled in your arms, but nerves got the best of him again as he shuffled away shortly after with a blooming cherry red blush.

“you and sunghoon confuse me,” jake sighs, dropping his head down to his textbook in exasperation, completely ignoring (or oblivious to) the concerned glances the other people in the cafe shot him, “you guys have been dating for what, two weeks now? and sunghoon’s still scared to be affectionate?”

“yeah, i guess? i just really don’t want to make him uncomfortable, you know? like it’s both of our first relationships, i’m pretty okay with taking it slow to not push him too far out of his comfort zone,” you shrug, poking jake’s shoulder as he lifts his head up in confusion and plops it back down, “besides, i think i’ll talk to him tonight. it’s kind of cute seeing him try to make a move and then overthinking it, he looks like a little puppy or something,”

“please talk to him, y/n. i’m not sure if i can handle him constantly whining about wanting your love and affection,” jay rolls his eyes, “oh he’s coming back. do you think he’d malfunction if you smothered him in ki- you know what, i don’t want to see that, never mind,”

“leave him alone jay,” you laugh, smiling and waving at sunghoon as he sits down beside you and places a cup of coffee near your laptop.

“thanks hoon,” you whisper, leaning to his side a little as he smiles triumphantly and responds with a quiet, “of course, anything for you,”

“gag,” jay mutters as jake lifts his head up in curiosity before dropping it back down in disappointment, “say that when they’re actually being all couple-y,”

in the corner of your eye, you spot sunghoon’s shoulders droop a little as his eyes slightly dim after hearing the comment.

abandoning everything you said earlier, you reach for sunghoon’s hand under the table with your nondominant hand and squeeze it as he peeks at you in surprise. his eyes soften as his smile returns, thankful for the reassurance as he quietly shifts his computer screen in your direction to go over the lecture slides together, hands still connected under the table.

-

“hoon? you alright?” you ask as you walk side by side with him, with your arm bumping into his every so often. while sunghoon isn’t exactly sulking anymore, he’s still visibly not his usual self as your voice drops slightly as your tone shifts, “is it what jake said earlier? about us not acting all couple-y?”

“yeah,” he mumbles, stopping as he turns to face you, “does it- does it bother you? i didn’t know how to bring it up to you about it, because i do want to be all couple-y with you, you know?”

your lips form a soft pout as you tug on his sleeve, guiding him to a nearby park bench, “talk to me hoon? we can set up boundaries and stuff if that helps too,”

he nods as the two of you sit beside each other, with you you sitting cross-legged and facing him as sunghoon’s feet remain planted on the ground, his eyes zeroing in on the speckles of color in the gravel.

“jay and jake kept telling me to talk to you about it, but i’m not good with words,” sunghoon confesses, sneaking a peek at you to discover that your attention was fully on him, silently opening up his hands as you slip yours into his, “i want to be affectionate, i just didn’t know how comfortable you were with it and if i was supposed to talk to you about hugging you or putting my arm around your shoulder before doing it, you know? it’s so new and i just- i don’t know it’s supposed to work,”

at this point, sunghoon’s fiddling nervously with your hand, quietly speaking at a slow pace as he carefully selects what he says while somehow rambling all at the same time.

“hoon, i won’t be bothered by you being more affectionate,” you smile, rubbing the back of his hands with your thumbs as he musters up the courage to make more prolonged eye contact, “but tell you what, we can take things slow so you get comfortable, yeah? you can tell me if you want to do something, and i’ll do the same so we’re both doing it. it’s new to both of us and we don’t have to rush into anything that feels weird or intimidating for us,”

“if you want to hold my hand, go for it, i’d love it if you did. if you want to wrap your arm around my shoulder, i’d be more than willing to hold your hand as you do. if you want a kiss on the cheek, i would gladly give you as many kisses as you want,” you smile, chuckling a little as you see sunghoon’s eyes light up.

“then can i?” sunghoon hesitates before he continues, “can i lay my head in your lap? just for a little bit?”

you nod, a tender smile adorning your lips as sunghoon eagerly shifts his body sideways and allows his legs to dangle off the bench as he gently places his head by your legs.

“hi hoon,” you whisper, leaning down and kissing his nose as he smiles giddily, closing his eyes in bliss while you run your fingers hover over his head, “can i play with your hair then?”

“you’re so obsessed with me,” sunghoon’s humor returns, his soft beam morphing into a teasing one briefly before returning back to a tender expression, “go for it,”

“shut up,” you laugh, lifting a leg up before dropping it back down as sunghoon yelps in protest, turning docile the moment he’s resting his head comfortably again.

“thank you though, y/n,” sunghoon whispers, hesitantly reaching his hands up to cup your face, “for being patient with me and for this,”

“of course hoon, we’re in this together, yeah?” you smile, leaning into his hold as sunghoon swipes his thumb across your cheeks and smiles in satisfaction as he responds, “yeah, we’re in this together,”

[dokiyeom]

MY PRETTIEST GIRL . S. JAKE

pairing: non idol!jake x fem!reader  -  genre: fluff  -  cw: minimal mentions of food + cursing  -  wc: 1.55k

summary: when sunghoon sent you on a blind date with someone and the hint that he’s “the cutest guy”, you didn’t know that you’d be on a date with a literal golden retriever recognizes you as “the prettiest girl”

you glance around the restaurant, carefully scanning the people in search of a particular face before you shuffle into your seat. unfortunately, you’re not even sure of who you’re looking for and your dear childhood friend, park sunghoon, hadn’t even bothered to leave you with a helpful description of their outfit or any distinct physical features of your blind date aside from a first name and an unhelpful hint.

“just look for the cutest guy my ass,” you mumbled, shifting your dress around as you search for a comfortable position.

“are you by any chance y/n?” a voice from behind you pipes up, the suddenness causing you to jump slightly. when you turn around, you’re met with possibly one of the sweetest (and cutest) faces you’ve ever had the pleasure of seeing, packaged with nicely styled chestnut brown hair and a crisp, beige fitted suit.

“you must be jake?” you respond, mentally noting that your friend was unfortunately on point with their description, “but yes, i am. how’d you know?”

“ah,” jake averts his eyes from yours as he clasps his hands together and rubs his thumbs nervously, “to be honest, sunghoon just said to look for the prettiest girl, so that's what i did,”

your eyes widen, unsure of whether you were flattered by sunghoon’s choice of description or by the fact that jake managed to single you out with just that vague piece of information.

“and did you find her on your first try?” you question, leaning your chin on your palm as jake takes the seat across from you, shrinking a bit under the slight narrow of your eyes as you wait for his response.

“to be fair, i didn’t think sunghoon would ever befriend someone as attractive as you,” jake begins, “but, i’m glad i had a bit of faith in him because yeah, i found her on my first try,”

your eyes soften as you sit back, satisfied with his response while jake grins with pride, resembling a puppy who had just earned a treat from doing an impressive trick.

“that’s good to hear. really good, actually” you break the silence, chuckling a little as jake leans forward eagerly.

“yeah? i’m glad too,” jake’s grin widens, “good things sunghoon knows me well, because it’d be insanely awkward if i went up to someone else first, wouldn’t it?”

“it would,” you agree, shyly smiling, “i think i’d be a little mortified honestly,”

“no, i would be too! imagine being set up on a date and they find someone else in the room more attractive? i think i’d die on the spot,” jake’s eyes widen dramatically, his smile unwavering as he speaks.

“yeah! oh my gosh, you’re completely right,” you nod in agreement. there’s a slight bit of assurance and comfort that washes over you and the nerves that had been preoccupying your mind as you find yourself in an easygoing conversation with your date, “i think that actually happened to one of my friends a while ago,”

“no way,” jake’s eyebrows shoot up, widening his eyes even further, “that’s awful. are they alright?”

“thankfully yeah, but their ego did take quite a bit of a hit afterward. though, i don’t think their date actually explicitly told them about their mistake,” you recall.

“how’d your friend know then?” jake’s eyebrows knit together as his mind whirs a mile a minute, “wait- don’t tell me, did they see their date ask other people?”

“they did!” you respond with equal fervor as jake lets out a quiet gasp, “i think their date tried to play it off too,”

“that must’ve been so awkward,” jake exhales, “i can’t even begin to imagine the tension and discomfort they must have felt,”

“yeah, gosh it was insane. but on a brighter note, i’m glad that didn’t happen with us,” you chuckle, nodding a little as a waiter comes by with a set of menus for you and jake.

the two of you listen as the waiter introduces the menu items and chef’s recommendations, a subtle smile resting on your face as you watch jake exchange engaging questions with the waiter.

“so, what are we feeling? appetizers? i feel like this whole menu looks amazing,” jake sighs contently, his eyes scanning the menu and immediately zeroing in on the numerous items he finds interest in.

“i’m up for appetizers! but yeah, there are so many things on the menu that sound delicious, i don’t think i can decide,” you agree, shaking your head in disbelief.

the two of you ultimately settle on splitting two entrees and an appetizer you both had a particular interest in concurrently, sighing in relief once finally arriving at a conclusion.

“sunghoon and i usually take forever to decide on what to order when we go out to eat too,” jake laughs, combing his fingers through his hair, “it got so bad that we had to scroll through the menus before even going into a restaurant,”

“wait that’s so smart,” you nod slowly, mentally storing away that piece of knowledge for the next time you went out to eat with your friends who were also struck by decision-making paralysis.

“right? i felt like a genius for coming up with that- oh and if sunghoon tries to take credit for it, he’s lying,” jake puffs his chest out pridefully, “we can do that next time too!”

“a next time?” you raise an eyebrow in amusement as jake’s eyes widen, scrambling for an excuse before he lands on a slow, truthful nod.

“i mean, i’d hope so? if you’re okay with it, of course!” jake quickly adds in, his eyes sparkling as he anxiously waits for your response.

“aren’t we going a little fast, sim jake? already asking me on another date before we even get our food?” you tease.

“gotta let you know my intentions on that spot, don’t i? i’m on a date with the prettiest girl in the room, of course, i’ve got to make my move as soon as i can,” jake responds, the smug grin on his face matching yours before your resolve breaks, overcome by shyness as he leans back in satisfaction.

“well, i’d love to go on another date with you,” you admit, “but let’s talk about that later, yeah? i think the waiter is coming with our food,”

-

as the meal comes to an end, you glance over at jake, hesitating as your words get caught up in your throat. luckily, jake catches on, already having been looking your way as he initiates the conversation, “want to go to a park or cafe and keep the date going?”

you nod, thankful that he spoke up as the two of you leave the restaurant, walking close enough that your elbows continuously brush against each other, but neither of you pulls away or makes a gesture of protest.

unfortunately for you, the weather predictions for the night were considerably off, as the supposed clear and warm evening air that your weather app had promised was notably absent, with a slightly uncomfortable windy breeze in its place.

“hey, come here for a sec?” jake asks, removing his blazer as he drapes it around you as soon as he catches sight of your slight trembles.

you hold the fabric close to you as you smile gratefully, overtaken by the distinct and comfortable smell of his cologne.

“thank you, i really appreciate it,” you tug on the sleeves, letting them swing as jake chuckles softly, “i can’t believe the weather app said it’d be warm in the evening,”

“the weather app is a complete lie, y/n. you have to trust your gut instincts!” jake declares, filled with a sudden surge of confidence as he watches you comfortably wrapped in his clothing as if it were made for you to wear.

“but thank me later, y/n, maybe at our next date, or our third, or maybe fourth,” jake muses, clearly enjoying the shy smile on your face, “anyways, i didn’t ask earlier, but what’d sunghoon tell you about me? like how to find me?”

“you want to know?” you smile coyly, building up jake’s anticipation as he nods enthusiastically.

you wave your hand as a gesture for him to come closer as he leans down so that his ear is right by your face, flustering you as his hair tickles your neck.

“he said,” you pause, chuckling a little as jake’s head bobs up and down in response, “to look for the cutest guy,”

“no way,” jake laughs, shaking his head as he does a double-take upon seeing you nod earnestly, “did i um, did i meet the, you know, the description?”

“of course you did,” you smile, reaching up to brush the hair out of jake’s face as he lets out a soft hum, clearly content with the position the two of you are in. a small blush creeps upon his face, which you’re quick to point out as jake quickly looks away, embarrassed by the betrayal of his face for giving his emotions away so freely.

“well then, i guess i should also try to be the most charming guy for you, yeah?” he holds his arm out for you once he regains his composure, which earns him a bashful giggle and nod before you eagerly oblige and clutch onto his arm, “so shall we, my prettiest girl?”

“yes we shall, my cutest guy,”

[dokiyeom]

AND WE’LL LOVE EACH OTHER ANYWAYS  .  X. MINGHAO

⤷ when concerns about you possibly not feeling happy in your relationship and minghao’s sudden realization that he’s in love with you, nothing stops him from running straight to your door and blurting everything out

pairing: minghao x gn!reader  //  genre: fluff w/ a smidge of angst  //  wc: 1.2k 

warnings: cursing and insecurities

playlist: the lyrics don’t reaaally match the story but i listened to 寂寞号登机口 by jun on loop while writing this :0

note: everyone pls ignore the fact that i actually wrote this months ago when i was still writing for anime and this was supposed to be about sakusa kiyoomi :0 but hey hi it’s out of the drafts now at least !! and thank u @afoolnottoloveu for helping me figure this out :D

taglist: @yeongwonie​ (tbh i never announced a taglist but send an ask if u would like to be on it !!)

it’s considerably well into the night when a sudden ring of your doorbell prompts you to quietly tiptoe out of your bed and peek curiously through the peephole. in open defiance of everything you know, you find xu minghao standing outside with his hands tucked carefully behind his back, eyes briskly sweeping from object to object. he rocks back and forth nervously, periodically lifting from his toes and relinquishing as his heels return to the ground with a soft thump.

“hao?” you call out, unlocking your door to get a better look at your boyfriend as his eyes widen at the sight of you, completely disheveled in all of your homebody glory. although his mouth is obscured by his black mask, you easily can spot the apples of his cheeks rising and the soft crinkles by his eyes that signify a smile.

“y/n,” he chokes out as he hurriedly pulls his mask down, allowing a breath to narrowly escape, “i just- i had to see you right now,”

minghao’s eyes light up upon remembering his purpose for showing up unannounced at your doorstep. he swiftly untangles his hands from behind his back and reveals a beautiful bouquet of pallid cream and lush vermillion flowers and pushes them towards you.

“the gardenias, i um- i asked the florist because i wanted- had to tell you that i,” he sucks in a breath and begins to ramble rapidly,

“i love you y/n. i love you for everything that you’ve done for me, and i’m so beyond lucky to have someone like you who just- who is so understanding and is okay with the fact that we have to keep our relationship a secret even though i just want to show the world how much i love you. and i woke up today and thought god, i love you and i need you to know that because i’m so fucking scared of not being enough for you or that i can’t make you happy or that you think i don't want to show you off or that i'm too uptight or- but i love you and i will continue trying to better improve myself and put even more effort into our relationship so i’m worthy of you and i can love you the way you deserve to be,”

he takes paced, deep breaths afterward, completely overwrought after erupting in a breathless and nervous profession of his love for you and the worries that had been plaguing his mind for days now, “oh and the gardenias- the florist said it meant secret love and sincerity and-“

minghao tries to wrack his brain to recall everything the kind florist had said about the flowers to no avail. he’s dumbfounded and is tempted to run in embarrassment until you reach out for his arm and eagerly tug him to meet your face, placing an affirmative kiss on his lips.

“that’s a lot of ‘and’s don’t you think?” you giggle as you pull away, sliding your hand up to hold his face. he rolls his eyes and huffs and as you continue smiling at him. when minghao’s eyes return to yours, he pauses briefly, wondering what grand feat he had accomplished in his past life to deserve someone like you as he gradually allows himself to melt into your palm.

“i love you too hao, i know how hard you’re trying for me and our relationship and i don’t think you know just how big that is and how much it means to me,” you chuckle nervously as you set the bouquet by a small counter near the door. you pick up both of his arms, gripping his forearms and sliding your hands up and down as his fingers ghost your own. as he does this, you’re suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that you’re improvising your own declaration of love, but you force down your anxieties to in favor of allowing your love for minghao to speak for itself.

“i love you so so so much hao, i don’t mind that we can’t be open about our relationship and that you can’t be seen with me in public because of your job that you love. and hey, i really don’t mind, i honestly like our dates at home anyways, like we’ve saved so much money by staying in- anyways the point is i know you love me, i love you, and i love loving. you’re enough, hao. you’re worthy, and you always will be,”

minghao’s fingers trail to your elbows as he clasps them around and tugs you into his chest. his head knocks against you as his eyes flutter shut in content while you mirror his actions from earlier, breathing heavily and slowly trying to regain your composure until he breaks the silence.

“did you really mean all that?”

you nod, your head brushing against minghao with each movement as you feel a smile grow on his face. his voice is soft, almost tremulous as you feel him slowly peel himself off of you. your arms are still interconnected as you feel him drag his hands down to capture yours while dropping his head onto your shoulders.

“of course i do, i love you,” you smile, “now please look at me so i can kiss you,”

minghao obliges and hauls his head up to meet your eyes, leaning in to meet you halfway. the kiss is short and assuring, nothing like the clumsy first kiss you had shared in the early stages of your relationship or the swift stolen pecks before his practices. this time, it’s warm and alleviates the anxieties that had been plaguing minghao.

“i think i honestly feel a bit lighter now,” minghao admits, turning away upon registering just how red his face was, “i’ve been wanting to tell you for a bit now,”

“me too,” you confess with a light chuckle, decidedly sparing minghao from teasing him about his cheeks being abnormally ovenlike due to the realization that your cheeks were likely of similar warmth as his, “i didn’t really know how to bring it up,”

“i’m glad we finally said it though, it’s pretty reassuring,” minghao hums, taking a deep breath as his features soften, eyes completely focused on you as you nod in response. your eyes abruptly light up at a spur of the moment revelation and minghao promptly tilts his head in confusion, waiting for you to share what you were thinking of with him.

“want to come in before someone sees you? i’m just watching a movie right now,” you ask, nervously glancing around. minghao nods, stepping into your apartment and refusing to let go of your hands as he uses his feet to remove his shoes and dutifully follows you to the couch.

the gardenias eventually become a weekly tradition for minghao to bring over as they make their way into an ornate glass vase, tucked away in your bedroom and away from guests. each time minghao’s eyes flit over to the bouquet, he smiles, recalling the rather brazen and impromptu trip to your place at the dead of night and how overjoyed he is to be able to freely express to you how much he loves you, even if it’s in secret.

[dokiyeom]

💌 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄!

↳ the polaroids he keeps of you :)

pairings: ot7 x gn!reader  -  genre: fluff  -  tw: mentions of eating in jungwon’s and slight insecurities

note: aagh first enha post :DD

☁ 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆'𝐒 favorite polaroid of the two of you is unexpectedly a casual hotel room mirror picture. heeseung’s arm is thrown haphazardly around your shoulder and his face is slightly tilted as the picture captures the moment right as he’s placing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. one of your hands is preoccupied with the camera while the other is reaching up, carefully encasing the side of heeseung’s face as if it’s the most precious thing in the world to you. you’re both bare-faced and still in white bathrobes, hair still damp, and eye bags undoubtedly making themselves known. it’s evident how groggy the both of you are, clearly in need of coffee as the two of you allow a moment like this to be captured in film. it’s a time when neither of you is hiding behind a facade of appearing effortlessly presentable and well put together. you’re both metaphorically baring yourselves to the world, or at least to whoever sees the photo. because with you, he can truly be himself. not heeseung the ace, heeseung the oldest, heeseung the whatever, just lee heeseung. you’ll love him for who he is, not who he’s made out to be, and that’s the safest and most assuring thing heeseung has ever known. 

☁ 𝐉𝐀𝐘 keeps a polaroid of him hugging you close while opening his jacket and wrapping his arms around you, effectively closing his jacket around the two of you while the two of you were standing outside a restaurant for a dinner date. your whole body is completely concealed and enveloped by his long, tan wool coat with only a portion of your head peeking out from the coat collar. his head is completely dipped, with his forehead touching yours and it’s unclear whether or not the photo had actually captured the moment where the two of you were kissing. regardless, it’s a sweet and intimate photo of the two of you in a little world only you and jay know. it’s like a little reminder that you and jay are one.

 you’re a team that faces that world together. it’s a sentiment that makes him feel safe and secure, but also him enclosing his coat around you gives him assurance that he can protect and care for you, even if it’s just a simple gesture to keep you warm. it’s also because jay thinks the angle of the photo makes him look exceptionally tall and the jacket he’s wearing is one of his favorites oops

☁ 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 keeps a polaroid of the two of you sitting on the couch together. you’re wearing his hoodie and jake’s arms are wrapped around you from behind as your hands envelopes his. his face is completely obscured due to it being completely buried into your neck and shoulders, with his hair tickling your face. you’re half situated on jake’s thigh and the couch, while your face is half-turned to allow you a full view of the crown of his head. the photo was taken on one of your movie nights, which were a weekly occurrence that neither of you would miss for the world. for jake, the significance of the photo didn’t lay in the surface-level content. if he’s honest, seeing you wearing his clothing and looking so absolutely content in his arms were assuring on their own, but the fact that the two of you have carved out time each week for each other means the world to jake. you’ve made him a part of your weekly routine, effectively creating a jake sized space in your life dedicated to sitting down and just basking in each other’s presence with a movie playing in the background. it’s a reminder that jake's important in your life and that you’re his, and he’s yours. 

☁ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 frequently opens his wallet to stare at the blurry polaroid of the two of you slow dancing in the old enhypen dorm’s kitchen. it’s late during the night and you both wear matching sweaters and opened mouth grins due to the photo being snapped mid laughter. one of your hands is clasped with his, as sunghoon’s fingers envelop yours easily. your other hand clutches his shoulder while his rests comfortably around your back and on your waist. your head is thrown back from laughing, eyes squeezed shut and resembling upturned crescent moons as you depend on sunghoon for support. sunghoon on the other hand is gazing at you like you’ve hung each individual star in the sky. his typical composure is lost and he’s not afraid of being himself around you. sunghoon isn’t fearful of being too boring or not outgoing enough when he’s with you, not when you had to rub your cheeks from smiling so hard moments after the photo was taken and how you had to hold up your hand for a brief pause because you were doubling over from laughing so hard with him.

☁ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 loves the polaroid that one of his members secretly took of the two of you one night while applying sheet face masks. you’re smiling up at him as he smooths the mask along the sides of your face. one of his hands is gently tucked along your chin and jawline while the other holds the side of your face, easily soothing out the ridges of your face mask. sunoo never fails to explain that he only keeps the photo in his wallet because his jaw looks exceptionally sharp, but really it’s because of how you’re smiling up at him. it’s such a sweet and soft intimate moment where you look completely blissful in the confines of their dorm. sunoo truly loves being an idol, he really does. but with his job, he can’t take you out on public dates without the risk of being caught. on occasion, he oftentimes finds himself thinking that you deserve a boyfriend who could take you on elaborate dates out around the world. but whenever sunoo sees the polaroid and your overjoyed smile, he’s reminded that you’re content wherever you are, as long as you’re with him. 

☁ 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍'𝐒 home screen is a photo of him holding up a polaroid of the two of you on a picnic with you smiling in the background at the exact same location. in the polaroid, jungwon’s happily resting his head on your lap, the locks of his hair tangled in your fingers as you gently comb through them. jungwon’s eyes are lightly closed, with a soft and tender smile being an obvious indicator of how much he enjoys it when you play with his hair. you’re smiling down at him, head tilted to give you a better view of jungwon’s face as your mouth hangs half open to allow jungwon to feed you some of the fruit the two of you picked out from the farmer’s market hours earlier. when jungwon’s with you, he’s reminded that he’s young and allowed to have fun. he’s allowed to make mistakes, be a kid, and most of all, he can be selfish. he can permit himself to rest in the comfort of your lap and quietly hum as you card through his hair. you’re there for him and he has someone that he can lean on for support and to just relax with, and it’s a sweet reminder that jungwon often needs and gets each time he unlocks his phone.

☁ 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 keeps a polaroid of the two of you at the art studio he frequents in his phone case. it’s of you guys on another one of your dates in matching paint clad aprons surrounded by paint tubes and paintbrushes. though in the photo, your canvases remain temporarily untouched and paintbrushes suspended in glasses filled with murky water. the two of you are engrossed in a conversation where riki’s eyes are bright and excited as he shares with you a story that he can easily recall now. looking back, riki thinks that the story he was telling you in great, vivid detail was a tiny bit ridiculous. his hands were flying all over the place, trying to offer you a visual aid to better imagine the setting he was trying to describe to supplement the slight language barrier that remained in spite being fluent for the most part. but instead of looking bored or confused, you’re watching him intently as you hang onto every word he speaks. you’re completely absorbed in the conversation and matching the eagerness splayed on riki’s face. the two of you are in your own world, where riki’s not concerned or hesitant about whether or not he can get his point across in the way he wants to. you understand what he wants to say and the subtle changes in his tone or vocabulary that he expects people to overlook, because you get him, and he gets you. 

[dokiyeom]

MY SWEET, BRIGHT EYED LOVERBOY . P. SUNGHOON

sunghoon x gn!reader  -  genre: fluff  -  wc: 1.4k  -  cw: calls reader pretty 2x

note: the way i’ve been wanting to write this ever since i watched his first en log oh my gosh

you’re positively frazzled and a slightly confused as sunghoon swiftly pulls you into a little booth. he slides in effortlessly first, tugging your wrist and effectively causing you to stumble in as his arm shoots out to cheekily position you in his lap.

“wait, hoon, was that planned?” you eye him suspiciously, glancing down at the ample space beside him as sunghoon pretends not to notice while keeping his arm secure around your waist.

“how could you accuse me of such a thing? i’m hurt, y/n,” sunghoon frowns, jutting his bottom lip out in a weak pout, “you not sitting on the bench and instead on my lap means that our photos will have the most optimal turnout, not because of anything else,”

“and how does that work?” you sigh, brushing a stray strand of hair away from sunghoon’s face. your fingers slowly drag down and align with his jaw as you feel his smile begin to form.

“it will because i said so,” sunghoon declares with finality before returning his attention to the photo booth, “anyways, remember what i told you about the last en log i filmed?”

you nod, watching as sunghoon’s eyes tear from yours and place your hands over his as he fiddles with his fingers while still wrapped around yours and buries his head in the crook of yourneck.

“i know i said i wanted to take pictures at a photo booth, but i really wanted to say that i actually wanted to come back and take pictures here with you,”

his voice is soft as he nervously glances up at you, feeling relieved to see a soft smile on your face as you remove your hands from his to cup his cheeks.

“aw, hoon, you charming bastard,” you coo, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he smiles up at you, the hesitation quickly dissipating.

“yeah?” he grins, “i agree with the charming part, but i think i’m pretty handsome and dashing too, don’t you think y/n?”

“sure,” you laugh, placing another kiss on the bridge of his nose as he scrunches it in mock annoyance, “you’re the most charming, handsome, and dashing man i’ve ever known,”

“of course i am, but don’t you want to kiss my lips?” sunghoon teases, raising his eyebrows as he eyes flicker to your lips. you lean in, satisfying sunghoon before you immediately whip your head around as he deflates instantly.

“nope, i’ll give you one while we’re taking the pictures,” you hum, reaching over to tap the screen to begin taking photos, “what theme do you want to go with?”

“huh?” sunghoon snaps out of his daze, blinking for a moment before removing his gaze from you to what you were trying to show him, “i’m not sure, i wasn’t really paying attention to the themes,”

“then stop staring at me and help me chose,” you teasingly glare at sunghoon as he lifts his head up and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“i’m sorry babe, i can’t help it. you’re just that good looking,” he smirks, “i’d even say you’re as good looking as me,”

you roll your eyes and shoot sunghoon another pointed glare as he immediately falters, “fine! fine! you’re the hottest, i love you, and we’re the best looking together,”

“thank you hoon, i love you too,” you laugh, combing your fingers through his hair as he hums contently, “but help me choose a theme for the pictures?”

“you can choose, i usually like whatever you like anyways,” sunghoon surmises, suddenly completely relaxed and in a state of bliss as you continue to play with his hair.

“want to just do the plain one then? we can doodle on it later,” you suggest as you scroll through the vast selection of themes. you turn to see sunghoon, who’s eyes are completely relaxed shut at this point, quietly nod in agreement.

“what’s our first pose?” he asks, leaning towards you and curving his hand, “can we do a heart?”

you nod and tap the screen, waiting for the countdown to start as you finish the heart with sunghoon. your eyes flicker over to your boyfriend for a moment, surprised to see him already smiling at you.

“what?” you laugh, covering your mouth with your other hand as sunghoon’s amused smirk stretches.

“nothing, you’re just pretty. like, really pretty,” sunghoon whispers with a wink, “the timer’s almost up by the way,”

at that moment, the camera clicks, capturing a shy beam on your face next to sunghoon’s mischievous smirk with your hands conjoining in the center with a heart.

“wait, do a peace sign with me,” you mumble, posing quickly as you tilt your head to meet sunghoon’s. he complies immediately, mirroring you as he allows his head to fall to yours.

as soon as sunghoon hears the click, his hand shoots out to cup your cheek and you turn, instinctively reaching out to fix the stray hairs stuck to his forehead. the two of you completely ignore the sound of the camera going off, only focusing on each other for the brief period.

“should we,” sunghoon pauses, hesitating before he glances back up at you, “you know, have the last picture be of us kissing?”

your heart absolutely melts at the suggestion as you nod, holding your hand up as you and sunghoon lean in for a kiss. your boyfriend places his hand up behind yours, intertwining in front of the camera lense and obscuring the frame so that all that was visible were your side profiles and a cue that the two of you were kissing.

you and sunghoon remain like that for a moment, resting your foreheads against each other with hidden smiles, merely relishing in the stillness and peace in each other’s presence.

“i love you,” you whisper, sitting up straight as you reach out to grab the little stylus to draw on the photos displayed on the screen. sunghoon whispers a muffled response resembling something along the lines of ‘i love you too’ as he remains still, his arm still attached to you as you turn back to see a small pout resting on his lips.

“can we stay like this for a moment?” sunghoon whispers, eyes wide as he waits for your response. you sigh a little, heaving up and as you breathe out, a soft smile forms as you nod, leaning your head into his as his arm wraps around your waist and he searches for your hands to link.

as soon as sunghoon finds your hands, he holds onto them and rests his head along your shoulders. he guides your joined hands to the screen and picks up the pen with two fingers, and slips it into your hand.

“what do you want me to draw?” you ask. sunghoon’s head shifts and rubs your shoulder, “dunno, a heart maybe?”

you obey, scribbling a little heart along the first image before you add little devil horns on sunghoon and a halo around your head.

“are you saying i look devilishly handsome?” sunghoon hums, chuckling softly as you scoff and proceed to erase it before sunghoon’s hand intercepts, “wait no babe, i like it. keep it, please?”

“fine,” you feign annoyance as you move onto the next picture and add little sparkles and stars along the photo.

“can i draw?” sunghoon asks, thanking you silently as you hand him the stylus. unlike you, sunghoon scribbles some words along the third photo that spell out ‘hehe’ all over the background with lopsided smiley faces.

on the last panel, sunghoon covers your eyes, still determined to hold your hand as he lifts his left hand that’s connected to yours over you. he scribbles a few words and pauses before nodding in satisfaction as he presses the print button.

“what’d you write?” you ask as soon as sunghoon uncovers your eyes and leads you out of the booth to wait for the photos.

“you’ll see,” sunghoon hums, tapping his foot anxiously as he waits for the photos to print, “what’s taking so long?”

“be patient hoon,” you laugh, rocking back and forth as sunghoon’s arm reaches out and envelopes you again, “see? it’s almost done printing,”

sunghoon hums in response, placing his chin over your head as your hands rest on his arm. the two of you continue rocking back and forth while watching the little progress bar signifying the development of your photos intently.

“finally,” sunghoon sighs as soon as the strips fall into a tray. he reaches for the photos and examines them before handing you one, clearly pleased with the turnout.

your eyes dart to the bottom panel, eager to see what sunghoon wrote as you’re greeted by his familiar handwriting that says ‘i love you y/n’

“aw, hoon,” you smile, craning your neck to meet his eyes.

“yes, y/n?” he responds, dipping his head and capturing your lips for a kiss.

“i love you too,”

[shokopan]

𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲  .  𝐤. 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

genre: fluff  -  pairing: akaashi x gn!reader  -  wc: 1.3k  -  cw: mentions of food + cursing

note: the way i finally finished one of my anime wips? that is so good ugh round of applause everyone

“dude that’s like the fifth time cafe boy came in this week” atsumu comments, watching as the dark-haired man enters the coffee shop. the man is dressed in a white shirt layered with a beige long-sleeve button-up and olive slacks, paired with a brown messenger bag and dark black frames.

“maybe he just likes the coffee?” you suggest as you discreetly peek at the man.

“sure, five times already this week but it’s only a tuesday,” atsumu rolls his eyes, nudging you forward as the man begins nearing the register, “go get your cafe boy’s order and number, jesus stop making eyes at him. i think i'm going to gag,”

“shut the fuck up, i’m not making eyes, i just think cafe boy’s got really nice style and i want to know where he got his jacket,” you hiss, glaring at your coworker before walking over to greet the man.

“good afternoon! welcome to morning brew! what can i get for you today?” you beam, tapping your fingers along the screen of the cash register.

“hi, can i get a large cappuccino and an almond croissant?” he asks, smiling politely as he waits for you to input his order.

“alright, here is your total,” you point at the screen. he nods, pulls out his wallet, and hands you the bill, cheeks flushing as his fingers graze your own.

for a moment you’re stunned, noting how soft his hands seemed until you snap yourself out of the trance and him his change.

“your order will be out soon! i can help the next customer in line,” you smile at him, nodding as the person behind the man stepped up to the register.

a line had formed behind him as you were taking his order, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit bummed about not being able to hand the man his drink due to being stationed at the register.

meanwhile, akaashi was silently praying that his drink would take a little longer to make, hoping that universe would somehow will the two of you to interact beyond the few exchanged words at the cash register. he pulls out a book from the messenger bag that sits on his lap, busying himself with reading while briefly pausing between paragraphs to catch a glimpse of your unwavering smile.

atsumu begrudgingly takes notice of the two of you sneaking periodic glances at one another, heaving a sigh as he catches sight of akaashi glancing up again to look at you as atsumu motions for the man to maneuver over to the counter on the side.

“hey, yer into em right?” atsumu whispers, keeping his volume low to avoid letting you overhear. the man’s eyes widen, darting over to where you stood before turning back as atsumu continues, “tell ya what, they’re gonna take their break soon, so talk to them or something, i dunno, i’m just sick of ya both making eyes at each other, it’s getting old,”

“um yeah, i was ah, i was planning on asking them out today,” akaashi’s in pure shock, cheeks heating up at the realization of his lack of discretion, praying that the little glances he throws your way don’t make you uncomfortable. 

“good! that’s good! go, go do that!” atsumu bobs his head furiously, giving akaashi a thumbs up as akaashi nods slowly, scurrying back as soon as atsumu shoos him away.

just as atsumu promised, you came out from behind the counter, cappuccino and almond croissant in hand as you place the two down by the table.

“here’s your large cappuccino and almond croissant sir, please enjoy!” you smile as akaashi dips his head in thanks as he sweats bullets trying to figure out something to ask to get you to stay at his table.

“how’s the book you’re reading?” you ask to akaashi’s relief. he’s nearly ready to kiss your feet in gratitude, but he instead shifts his efforts to being a decent conversationalist to keep you intrigued.

“it’s quite nice actually, the writing style is incredibly vivid and poetic. i really enjoy the protagonist’s internal dialogue and how the author has- oh” akaashi stops as he glances at the empty seat across from him and how you’ve been swaying side by side, making subtle and hesitant glances at the chair, “do you want to sit? if you’re free and it’s okay of course,”

“yeah, and please! go on, i’m interested in hearing what you have to say about the book,” you nod, gesturing for him to continue as you pull out the chair and seat yourself down, “i’m l/n y/n, by the way,”

“akaashi keiji, it’s nice to finally talk to you,” akaashi’s cheeks flush, a sheepish smile and downturned eyebrows replacing his former expression.

“finally?” you ask, tilting your head in curiosity as akaashi’s breath halts for a brief moment before he shyly nods.

“yeah, i’ve um, i’ve been wanting to talk to you for a bit now, but i just didn’t know how until your coworker helped,” akaashi sheepishly responds. your eyebrows furrow and you glance over at atsumu, who’s inconspicuously watching the two of you, quickly turns away when you hold eye contact with him.

“so that’s why atsumu insisted on me bringing your order to you,” you slowly nod, a coy smile forming as you lower your eyes at akaashi, pleased that there was an indication of some mutual attraction between the two of you, “i guess i should thank him later then,”

akaashi’s slowly gaining confidence as he listens to you speak, his hands now resting on his lap comfortably as his attention remains trained on you, “maybe,”

he glances over at atsumu once again and averts his eyes immediately upon seeing the blond’s smug grin and thumbs up as his attention settle back on you.

“are you free this saturday?”

your eyes blink for a moment, giving up on stifling your grin as you nod, “yeah, i’m free after 5,”

“good, i’ll tell you more about the book on our date,” akaashi beams, relieved by how you reciprocate as his cheeks flush red, “i do have to go though, but i look forward to seeing you again,”

akaashi hurriedly packs his belongings and downs the coffee, which if he’s being honest, he didn’t really need.

“want me to pack up your almond croissant?” you offer, watching his rushed shuffles as you stand up.

“you can have it, i think atsumu said that it was your favorite. ordering it was just so i had an excuse to see you and to stay a little longer,” akaashi hums, striding confidently to the door as he rides the high of scoring a date with you.

once he disappears, your head whips toward atsumu, who’s brimming with excitement as he rushes over to you, “you got a date! you’re going on a date with your cute cafe boy! you're welcome by the way, this happened all because of me,”

the door swings open as you and atsumu glance at the entrance, stunned to see akaashi out of breath as he rushes back in, “sorry, could i get your number? you know, so i can send you the details and get your address,”

you laugh and nod, taking his phone in your hand and entering your number as he nods gratefully, “sorry, i got a bit uh- too excited and forgot to ask earlier,”

“it’s fine,” you reassure him, waving as akaashi returns to the doorway. atsumu hides his snickers from behind you, yelping in pain once your heel stomps on his foot to get him to stop, “i’ll see you soon keiji,”

“i’ll see you then, i’m excited for you to see what i plan for the date,” he grins and waves goodbye for the second time, feeling satisfied as he catches the shy smile spreading on your face.

“whipped,” atsumu whispers in your ear, yelping again as you stomp harder on his foot.

“shut the fuck up atsumu,”

[shokopan]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬

genre: fluff  -  tw: mentions of eating in osamu’s

pairings: tsukishima x gn!reader, osamu x gn!reader, sakusa x gn!reader, kuroo x gn!reader

note: another repost !! i’ve got a bit more time now, so i should be able to get back into writing && post new stuff soon :D

tsukishima’s love language in a way is like gift-giving. he’s not the best with being open in the way he speaks, as you often have to dig underneath all those layers of snarky comments to discover the kind meaning of what he’s saying. so instead of his own, he finds songs that precisely articulate how he feels about you and compiles them into a playlist that he sends you each month. he’ll without fail feverishly check your spotify activity afterward, with his anxieties finally soothing with a faint smile upon noticing that you’ve listened to the songs and the text he always receives a little while later detailing how much you enjoyed and appreciated the playlist. he’s satisfied his music taste is adequate and that you also favor the same songs, so this doubles as a shared interest that tsukishima is undoubtedly grateful for. 

food is the way osamu expresses his love, both through cooking and in that typical immigrant father fashion. he’ll learn to cook your favorite dishes just to witness that beautiful smile on your face and provide you with a taste of home whenever you’re particularly homesick. he’s been taught that food is the most promising way to your lover’s heart, and he wholeheartedly agrees, whether or not it’s because he has an undeniable affinity for food is debatable. after particularly intense arguments, osamu stews in guilt and regret, and because he has no clue how to approach you, he’ll resort to cutting up some fruit and offering them to you with a heartfelt apology. it’s also a bonus if you do forgive him and motion for him to share the fruit with you.

sakusa’s love language is acts of service. he’s incredibly grateful for how understanding you are, especially when he noticed the little bottle of hand sanitizer that found a temporary spot in your bag that you carried because you understood how cautious he was. he’s still a little dazed and awestruck by the way you either let him or take the initiative to quickly clean a table with a sanitary wipe before sitting in a restaurant. in his eyes, if you’re willing to accommodate his needs, he’s happy to do anything to make your life easier and more enjoyable. this could entail slipping an umbrella into your bag on a rainy day, making two mugs of coffee for the two of you each morning, or straightening up your workspace when he notices that the disarray is stressing you out.

kuroo resembling an overgrown cat makes quality time his manner of showing love. he’s undeniably clingy, but he just loves being in your presence regardless of the activity. he’s more than content with accompanying you on little excursions, despite them being mostly mundane errand runs. kuroo also makes it a point to go on frequent dates, which range from studying at the library to visiting a rather refined restaurant with food neither of you can pronounce. when the both of you are particularly swamped with work, the two of you settle with working separately in the same room with periodic breaks where he gives you his undivided attention, as you do for him. these breaks tend to run longer than expected, but neither of you can really help it when the two of you are so engrossed in conversations that in the grand scheme of things, feel like they matter the most.

[shokopan]

𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬

pairings: kageyama x gn!reader, tsukishima x gn!reader, matsukawa x gn!reader, and kuroo x gn!reader

note: still reposts, but they’ve all been modified a bit :)

kageyama likes you, but doesn’t know how to approach you, so he begrudgingly asks for help from his volleyball team. luckily, he has yachi ask you to tutor him, which is honestly a win-win situation for him to get close to you while boosting his subpar grades. he does his best to listen to you explain the today’s lesson from math that he just could not for the life of him grasp, he really does. though thankfully, his natural clumsiness and earnestness are absolutely endearing, and the precious smile on his face whenever you tell him that you’re proud of him never goes overlooked. maybe there’s something appealing to kageyama about the fact that you’ve stuck by him for a while despite seeing how utterly hopeless he is at academics, because he now has a newfound motivation to do well in his studies: to impress you and let you know that all of your hard work has not gone to waste. (and because you promised to treat him to a parfait if he got above a 70 on an exam).

tsukishima is the boy you were partnered up for a group project with and unfortunately intimidates the hell out of you with his permanently irritated resting face. though when you talk to him, he’s surprisingly cooperative and genuinely takes your ideas into account. he really listens to what you have to say and builds onto the ideas you bring up while also asking questions to indicate that he wants to understand more about your methodology. things truly take a turn when the two of you spend an afternoon in his room for the project and each time your knees touch, he strangely doesn’t recoil with a sharp glare. instead, he keeps his knee where it’s at with red ears and a heated face as he profusely refuses to glance at your amused expression. unbeknownst to you, tsukishima’s trying to focus on the project without being distracted by thoughts of how to ask you out or the fact that his crush is literally sitting in his room.

matsukawa is the boy sitting besides you that makes you laugh so much in class that you fear your teacher kicking the two of you out. you really try to be a good student, but matsukawa’s hilariously witty quips that he whispers into your ear during lectures prohibit you from concentrating. unfortunately, the two of you spend a great deal of time in detention because of his wit. though you guess that the punishment really wasn’t all that bad when you find yourself doubling over in laughter while cleaning up the classroom with him after school and later going to a cafe where matsukawa insists on paying as an apology for getting you in trouble, and maybe walking you home as well, even if your house is in the opposite direction to his.

kuroo is the boy that you naturally partner up with for projects. whenever your teacher notifies the class of an opportunity to work with someone, you instinctively turn to kuroo, who is already glancing over at you, wordlessly asking you to do the assignment with him. the two of you work in flawless synchronicity and he’s the ideal project partner. communication between the two of you is impeccable and you both yield exceptional work together. plus, it’s a great excuse to spend extra time with him after class at the cafes nearby nekoma where the two of you somehow maintain a good balance of joking around and being productive. you’re his first and only choice, and vice versa.

[dokiyeom]

TOOTHPASTE KISSES . CHOI YEONJUN

moving in with yeonjun is with all honesty, one of the best decisions you have ever made. each morning, you’re greeted by the sight of him half conscious, with his hair tousled and eyes still squeezed shut as he gives you a sleepy smile.

“good morning sleeping beauty, did you get a good night’s sleep?” you laugh, reaching your hand out and brushing the splayed strands of hair from yeonjun’s face as he scrunches his nose in annoyance at the teasing nickname.

“nope, i got awful sleep thanks to your snoring actually. i had to keep waking up over and over again to nudge you until you stopped,” yeonjun retaliates, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips as you gasp and smack his arm with a little, “rude!”

“kidding, kidding babe. i only woke up once when i felt you snuggling up against my side like a koala,” yeonjun chuckles as his eyes slowly flutter open. he uses one hand to rub them a little and the other prods your neck, gesturing for you to allow him to slide his arm through to wrap around you, “you were all bunched up and hugging my shirt, you know?”

“choi yeonjun!” you groan, burying your face into his arm as he laughs, clearly amused as he prepares to retell your unconscious bout of clinginess in morbid detail with no spared details.

“it was very cute though, don’t worry.” yeonjun throws in, scooting closer to you as he presses a kiss to your forehead. he moves to kiss your lips, but you turn your head, causing him to frown.

“morning breath, remember? kiss me after we brush our teeth, but before that, no kisses on the lips please,” you turn back, smiling as you take your fingers and push the corners of yeonjun’s downturned lips up.

“fine,” he grumbles shifting his body over to the other side of the bed before flinging the covers off both of you, leaving you shivering from the sudden absence of cold.

“what the-“ you begin before being interrupted by yeonjun as he instantly appears by your side and scoops you up,

“come on, babe i want to kiss you, please,” he groans, leading you over to the bathroom as you comply, happily sinking into your boyfriend’s arms while he carries you.

once you kick the bathroom door open for yeonjun, he sets you upright, already reaching for the toothbrushes while you stand up. yeonjun squeezes a pea-sized dollop of toothpaste onto your toothbrush and his, eagerly shoving his into his mouth as he furiously scrubs his teeth pristine.

before you could even rinse your mouth with water, yeonjun’s hands sneak their way to your jaw as he presses his lips against yours, relishing the cool, minty kiss before he breaks contact.

your eyes widen in shock and accusation before you move to rid your mouth of the toothpaste. meanwhile, yeonjun laughs victoriously, eager as he waits for your to rinse your mouth before he could kiss you again.

“jun! why didn’t you wait for me to rinse my mouth?” you groan, closing the gap between the two of you as you lean in and bury your face in his chest. yeonjun merely chuckles as he envelopes you with his arms and rocks the two of you back and forth before taking a hand to life your face to meet his, “i’m sorry babe, i just couldn’t wait to kiss you,”

“i know,” you smile, craning your neck up as he dips his head down to kiss you again. you press your hands against his chest as you lift your toes up, allowing the kiss to last a few more seconds.

when the two of you pull away, you’re both left gazing into each other with softened dazed smiles, remaining connected as yeonjun’s stray arm finds itself back around and clasped around your upper body.

you press your chin against yeonjun’s chest as you look up, a gentle laugh escaping your nose while he tilts his head down to eye you and watch as you speak, “i feel like i should brush my teeth again after that,”

“babe!”

[dokiyeom]

6:27 PM . CHOI YEONJUN

you groan in exasperation as you make yet another feeble attempt to reach the aluminum can of sesame oil that was conveniently positioned on the tallest shelf. you set the wooden spoon you were using the stir the broth down, preparing yourself to hop onto the marble counter to reach the shelf before you feel an arm snake around your waist from behind.

“need help?” yeonjun asks, effortlessly reaching up and grabbing the sesame oil for you. he places the can on the counter before spinning you around and caging you in his arms, leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“thanks babe,” you smile, brushing loose strands of hair away from his eyes, as you return your attention to the boiling pot of soup, “who put the sesame oil that high up in the cabinet? i swore i kept it on the lower shelves,”

“dunno,” yeonjun shrugs, nudging your elbows up as his arms settle around your torso, effectively wrapping himself around you like a lazy koala. once you relax your arms, yeonjun bends down and hooks his chin over your shoulder, allowing his head to tilt sideways and relax, “are we having tofu soup for dinner?”

“yeah, do you want it with rice or ramen?” you respond, craning your neck to the side to face yeonjun as you kiss the tip of his nose, chuckling as he scrunches his nose and his cheeks flush.

“ramen please,” your boyfriend instantly responds as he buries his face into your shoulders and hesitates for a brief moment, “actually wait, i’m okay with whatever’s easiest for you,”

“it’s okay, cooking the ramen isn’t a hassle. want to go set the table? dinner should be done soon,” you hum, leaning your head sideways to meet yeonjun’s as you cross your arm and pat his hair gently. his mouth moves against your shoulder as he responds, voice muffled as you make out him saying “sounds good,”

as soon as yeonjun lifts his head from your shoulder, he swiftly sneaks a peck on your lips before scurrying off, grinning victoriously as he secretly congratulates himself for the idea of placing the sesame oil on a shelf he knew you couldn’t reach.

[dokiyeom]

4:58 PM . L. HEESEUNG

summary: after having not been able to spend much quality time with you, you find your boyfriend, lee heeseung, much clingier than ever before

pairings: heeseung x gn!reader  -  genre: fluff  -  wc: 0.7k

note: 4th time i’m posting this,, if it doesn’t show up in tags then idk what i’ll do LMAO

you heave a sigh as you feel a sudden weight by your shoulder and the couch dipping. you turn your head to see your boyfriend sulking as he hooks his chin over your shoulder, an evident (and very adorable!) pout on his face as he peers over at your computer screen.

“hi hee,” you smile, reaching your hand up to pat his cheek, “just a few more minutes, okay, love? i’m almost done with my assignment,”

“could you do it later? i miss you,” heeseung mumbles, burying his head into your shoulder as you let out a soft chuckle, “please?”

“just five minutes hee, i promise,” you respond, offering heeseung a sympathetic smile as you attempt to return to your work.

meanwhile, heeseung draped his arm over your other shoulder, watching as you continue to type. despite being a generally patient guy, heeseung was feeling particularly antsy to take a nap with you after having not spent any proper time together this week.

“my love, please?” heeseung’s muffled voice rings out, half of his face still buried into your shoulders as you attempt to resist his pleading doe eyes.

“hee,” you sigh, glancing at the time as you feel your resolve slowly crumble to heeseung’s requests as you relent, “fine, but you’re going to help me finish this later,”

“deal,” heeseung grins, peeling himself from you as he stands up straight and immediately grabs ahold of your hands, pulling you up and wrapping his arms around you as you stumble into his chest from the sudden movement.

“lee heeseung!” you exclaim as you step onto his feet and snake your arms around his waist as he waddles over to the couch with you still enveloped by him.

“shh, no talk just hugs,” heeseung hums as he lowers the two of you onto your bed, quickly moving his arm to pull the covers over to you, “i missed you,”

there’s a slight melancholy to heeseung’s tone that you catch. it’s so vague and unbelievably subtle, but it’s heeseung. your heeseung, the one you’ve dated for years and have known even longer.

you feel a sharp pang in your heart as you feel him pull you even close. you easily oblige and bury your face into his chest, letting him get a whiff of the comforting scent of your shampoo as you smile, “i missed you too hee, so so much,”

for a brief moment, heeseung doesn’t respond as his attention becomes solely focused on your presence. his hand rests by the small of your back as he traces light circles before he cranes his neck forward. the action causes you to glance up, meeting heeseung’s dazzling eyes gazing right into your own as he places a chaste kiss on your forehead and gently moves your head back to his chest, “can we stay like this for a bit? i know your assignment is due soon, but i promise this won’t take long,”

“it’s fine hee, it can wait. i want to be here with you in this moment,” you hum, tugging the covers closer to you and heeseung as helps you adjust the blankets to comfortably envelop the both of you.

“thank you,” heeseung whispers, lifting the edge of the cover just a bit as he places another kiss on the top of your head, “i really appreciate y/n, i really do,”

“i know hee, i know it’s been tough lately and we haven’t had time together,” you reply, sighing softly against his chest while heeseung’s smile grows slightly somber, obscured from your view as you continue, “but we’re here now, yeah? we can order in for dinner and spend all of tomorrow together,”

“what about your assignments?” heeseung brings up again, his voice becoming increasingly lazy and soft, “i want to spend time with you, but i don’t want you to have to deal with making up late work,”

“it’s fine hee,” you reassure him, “i can finish everything tonight, so stop worrying and take a nap with me okay? i’m tired anyways and need a break,”

“well, i guess if you insist,” heeseung hums, letting out a quiet exhale as his eyes flutter shut, simply enjoying being tangled with you on a lazy saturday afternoon.

[shokopan]

𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮  .  𝐭. 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

summary: if you take the leap of faith, will kuroo be there to catch you?

pairings: kuroo x gn!reader  -  genre: angst to fluff? hurt/comfort?  -  tw: insecurities, fear of attachment

note: tbh i think this is one of my fav fics i’ve written for hq in terms of the feelings && general plot :D

the chilly night air swallows you whole as you step out of the family mart, the tense conversation you had a few days ago still ringing in your mind. that friday,  kuroo, your lovely coworker, had taken your hands in his and confessed to you how he felt and his desire to pursue a relationship with you. unfortunately for the both of you, you ran off, fearful and anxious due to everything that had and could happen.

you like kuroo, you truly do, but the fear of getting into a relationship where you’d have to place such an immense amount of trust on your significant other to be there for you and accept you for yourself was awfully paralyzing. your past relationships were all notably dull, plagued with lingering fears of their true feelings and possible discomfort with the physical affection that you so dearly craved but did not know how to ask for.

and as much as you like kuroo, you miss him (and his grossly cheesy jokes) even more. it’s only been a few days, but each time you bump into him at the office, he promptly turns and talks to another coworker as if he hadn’t even seen you. at meetings, he deliberately ignores your attempts at eye contact and doesn’t pitch in conversations that you’re either actively engaged in or started.

guilt continues to pool in your stomach as you mindlessly walk, wondering if those fears of really trusting the one that you could potentially love to love you just as you did were really worth missing out on a potentially loving relationship and more importantly, losing your friendship with kuroo tetsurou.

was sacrificing the yakitori trips after work to vent about your supervisors, vending machine breaks to share work gossip, and nighttime strolls by the shopping district worth protecting yourself?

you shook your head, knowing the glaringly obvious answer to the question as you chuckle at your foolishness and blink, suddenly aware of your surroundings as you find yourself face to face with kuroo’s apartment door, stunned by your hand already being raised and ghosting the doorbell. it was as if your legs had gone into autopilot while your mind was preoccupied by your guilt about what had happened with kuroo.

you sigh, recalling the screaming of a close friend after telling them about what had happened, trying your hardest to suppress the fact that throughout your years of working with kuroo, he inevitably became your rock and a close friend that you learned to depend on. during your first few presentations, just briefly meeting his eyes brought enough assurance to overcome the flurry of nerves in your stomach. and despite all the layers of fear, confirming knew the answer to your earlier question.

losing kuroo tetsurou was not worth it.

after a moment’s hesitation, you ring the doorbell, immediately staggering back as you see kuroo swiftly fling the door open with a frenzied look in his eyes.

“y/n,” he breathes, blinking for a moment as he rubs his eyes, almost as if he is trying to confirm that you are in fact standing in front of him, “what- what are you doing here?”

“i just- i need to see you and tell you that i’m sorry, so fucking sorry. i’m sorry for running away, i’m sorry for ruining our friendship, and i’m sorry for everything,” you choke out, “i didn’t want to lose you and so i got really fucking scared about the possibility of getting into a relationship and having to really trust you with accepting me and everything, and i got really in my head so i just-“

you suck in a deep breath, losing the momentum from earlier as you scramble to find a way to salvage your unfinished verbiage disguised as a sentence.

“ran away,” kuroo finishes for you, chuckling dryly as he heaves his shoulder up. you wince a little and nod, unable to bring yourself to lift your head up and meet his piercing eyes despite the lack of animosity in his voice. you’d imagine for him to say it almost sarcastically, yet there’s a tone of sympathy and a hint of sadness.

“fuck, y/n,” kuroo runs a hand through his hair, averting his eyes and cracks the knuckles of his free hand “i’ve been such an asshole,” you swiftly lift your head up in confusion, wondering if you misheard as you furrow your eyebrows, “sorry, what?”

“i was such an asshole to you yesterday,” kuroo grimaces, “and the day before that. i was so upset about the fact that you left and i kept ignoring you when i didn’t even give any thought to why you reacted like that, especially because your reason is completely valid and you’ve even- fuck you’ve even told me before about your insecurities about shit like this.

oh my god. y/n i’m so fucking sorry for pushing you when you’re uncomfortable with relationships- i got carried away and too caught up in my own emotions when i realized you liked me too, oh my god. i’m so fucking sorry i shouldn’t have done that. if you’d like, i’ll try to get over everything and we can go back to how we used to be,”

“no, tetsurou, that’s not what i’m here to tell you,” you cut in, shaking your head and sighing in exasperation as you clasp your hands together tightly. the two of you finally look each other in the eye as kuroo takes his turn to watch you in utter confusion.

“i’m here,” you began, slowly heaving regulatory breaths as you continued, “because i want to take that leap of faith. i want to be with you, and i don’t want to keep doubting people. i don’t think it’ll be easy, but i want to be with you, tetsurou. i want to run to you, and i want to be assured that if- when i do, you’ll be there to catch me,”

kuroo blinks owlishly as he lets your words sink in, a slow smile spreading on his face as he opens his arms subtly, waiting for permission. you nod, rushing into his arms as he wraps his around your body, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he chuckles, “i’ll catch you, i’ll always catch you,”

“can i?” kuroo envelops your cheek with his palm, thumb brushing your lip as his gaze practically pierces through you.

“yeah,” you respond in a hushed whisper. kuroo wastes no time, immediately closing the gap and pressing his lips against yours. your hands find their place against kuroo’s chest as one of his palm remains on your cheek and the other slides to your waist.

as you two pull away from the kiss, you still remain in the position. his whole body practically envelopes yours as you glance up and hold eye contact with him with foolishly tender smiles mirrored on both of your faces.

“again, i want this. i want to be with you, and i’ll put in the work for that. we can take this slow and you can set the pace so that you’re comfortable. i won’t push you and we can continue to talk to each other honestly like this to figure us out. i’ll catch you, so run to me alright darling?” kuroo whispers, caressing your cheek softly before moving his palm to the back of your head for you to bury your face into his sturdy chest.

you’re hesitant at first, but you gradually sink into his arms, reveling in the warmth, “promise?”

kuroo blinks owlishly as he lets your words sink in, a slow smile spreading on his face as he opens his arms subtly, waiting for permission. you nod, rushing into his arms as he wrap his around your body, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he chuckles, “i’ll catch you, i’ll always catch you,”

you sink into his arms, reveling in the warmth, “then i’ll run to you,”

[shokopan]

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬  .  𝐤. 𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨

wc: 0.6k  -  cw: breakup  -  genre: light angst

note: hi lol i’m like,, on an indefinite hiatus bc i fell off anime and now write for kpop lol && idk if i’ll repost some of my old fics bc i think my writing style has changed a bit and i don’t really have the motivation to rewrite them :0

“so i guess this is the end?”

you nod, willing yourself to make brief eye contact with bokuto before gluing your eyes back to the open palms of your hands that lay idle on your lap. his eyes, oh god, his eyes are red. they’re downcast and there’s a distinctive absence of the sparkle that’s invariably present. his hair flops on the sides of his face and his entire expression, even from a moment’s notice, is entirely solemn.

you don’t blame him. a breakup is difficult to process and you’re certain your demeanor matches his as you raise your forearm to blot the hot tears pooling in your eyes.

“i guess,” you reply, sniffling as you take a deep breath and continue, “but thank you, thank you so much kou. thank you for loving me and thank you for being so great to me. i’m so grateful to have met you and i’ll never regret being with you because these past two years have been some of the best thanks to you,”

at this point, you’re sobbing, and the noise isn’t clear enough through your ears for you to comprehend if bokuto’s bawling just like you are.

“i’m thankful for you too, y/n. Honestly, i don’t know what i’ll do without you, but i’m so, so, so proud of how far you’ve come and that you've got the strength to tell me that you need time to figure yourself out,” he sniffles, pausing between sentences as he hesitantly inches closer to you one millimeter at a time. bokuto wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms, but now because he can’t just thoughtlessly reach out and hug you, he waits for your wordless permission.

you gradually shift closer on instinct as well, leaning into bokuto and offering him the confirmation that you’re okay with him hugging you. bokuto slowly envelops you in his arms, breathing in the hug as he holds on, wondering when the next time he’d be able to hug you like this would be.

“i honestly don’t know what i’ll do without you either,” you laugh weakly, still choking out tears as you try to alleviate the heaviness in the air. bokuto chuckles a little, patting the back of your head gently as your hands lay dormant against his chest.

“you’re super smart, y/n. i have no doubt that you’ll find who you are and learn to love yourself. you’ll figure it out, i know it,” he hums, breathing out a soft smile “and i love you, i always will. you’ll always have me, you know? don’t forget that i’m cheering you on! every step of the way, y/n!”

“thank you, kou, really,” you whisper, still sniffling as the tears that had been violently flowing ceaselessly eventually come to a lull, “i’m cheering you on and i love you too. i don’t think i’ll ever stop, and i don’t think i can,”

you smile, sinking further into bokuto’s arms as the two of you relish in the final embrace of your final embrace. there’s no sliver of resentment, rather there’s wholehearted support and love for one another instead.

because in the most uncomplicated of terms, things just didn’t work out for the two of you. neither of you were in the right stages of your life to pursue a serious relationship, but it didn’t spell a definite end. the future of you and bokuto remained unwritten and out in the open.

and maybe years beyond, the two of you will meet again in more favorable circumstances and a potential relationship would work out.

[shokopan]

𝟏𝟎:𝟑𝟏 𝐩𝐦  .  𝐭. 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨

summary: drunk kuroo is the sappiest dork ever

pairing: timeskip!kuroo x gn!reader  -  tw: swearing & alcohol -  wc: 0.6k

note: just reposts for now until i run out or when i get motivation to write again :)

it’s only ten in the evening when you receive a facetime call request from your lovely boyfriend, who was currently staying with his friends at your insistence. as soon as you click the accept button and the call connects, you’re greeted by the sight of bokuto’s face and dual toned hair obscuring the entire camera view.

“oh hey, bokuto! what’s up?” you ask, blinking slightly as you spot akaashi in the corner of the screen reaching for a bottle of soju, “oh, sorry! hi akaashi,”

“y/n! hey! akaashi says hi too! not sure if you heard,” bokuto cheers, raising his own unopened bottle, “anyways, look at what kuroo taught me earlier!”

he proceeds to set the camera down and swirl the bottle, vision completely focused as he picks the phone up to show you the miniature tornado forming inside. bokuto then extends it out once again, ready to twist it open until he’s interrupted.

“dumbass! you forgot to tap the bottom,” kuroo groans, seizing ahold of the phone from bokuto and stares into the camera. he squints for a moment and leans back with a slightly dazed grin “oh hey babe, you come here often?”

a smile tugs at your lips from the presence of your boyfriend, flush red from the alcohol and  hair tousled even more disheveled than orthodox, “hey tetsu, you doing alright?”

“no! i should be asking you that!” he exclaims, pointing his finger at the phone accusingly, speech slurred as he leans in once again, “y/n, i’m a stupid man. stupid, stupid, stupid man for leaving my baby by themselves,”

you laugh a little and catch the sound of tsukki and hinata’s snickers as kuroo turns briefly to glare at the two, “you’re not stupid tetsu, i literally forced you to go on a trip with your friends. i’m doing fine here,”

“hmm, you did yell at me to go with them,” kuroo agrees, closing his eyes and nodding solemnly before opening his eyes wide in excitement, “y/n, y/n, y/n!”

“yes, yes, yes, tetsu?” you reply, humoring him a little as you let out a soft snort at the childish bright-eyed expression he had on his face that greatly differed from his previous easygoing, laid back disposition.

“i’m going to tell you something,” he inclines closer in as if he was spilling confidential information, “i miss you,”

your heart softens, just a little bit, at your endearing dork of a boyfriend as the grin on your face begins causing your cheeks to feel sore, “and i miss you too tetsu, but you’re gonna be home in a few days, alright? just hold out and have fun with your friends for two more days, and i’m all yours after,”

“wait, what if i left tomorrow?” kuroo suddenly pipes up with a hundred percent seriousness, “then i could be all yours even sooner,”

“but you’re driving lev and tsukki back,” you remind him, raising in eyebrow at his newfound enthusiasm.

“yeah, true,” he sighs, pivoting to presumably scowl at one of the two hitching a ride with him, “i just want to see you though,”

there’s a little pout drawn on his lips as you roll your eyes, but the smile you wear says otherwise, “but aren’t you seeing me right now?”

“but i want to see you in person, babe! i want to hug and kiss you, so bad- shut the fuck up tsukki, you’re just bitching because i’m a happily taken man and your ass is single, anyways y/n, can you please promise that you’ll give me a kiss the moment i get back?”

“of course, i promise, tetsu, but go enjoy yourself with your friends, yeah? i’m going to go now, i’ve gotta shower,” you reply, eyes softening gradually.

“okay fine, i love you!” kuroo sighs, holding the phone out as he waves goodbye, “say bye to y/n!”

the other men follow suit, with kuroo shoving his phone in their faces as they wave haphazardly, each of them matching kuroo’s luminous red face.

“i love you too, tetsu. goodbye and have fun, everyone! don’t drink too much,” you wave, leaving the call and clutching your phone for a brief moment, grinning to yourself at the events that had just transpired.