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(i wrote this rly late at night so it kinda switches between second and third person + its my first time... dont mind pls ⛄︎)

to say you and keiji were just friends was a little... vague to say the least.

not even a little, absolute bullshit.

you two go way back; always at one another's homes every saturday or friday night, playing games with kotaro or just binging movies together- all that cute stuff. obviously, you two love each other, dare i say are in love with each other, but it's just never been a point of discussion. despite all the stolen glances, his obsession with kissing the top of your head or holding your hips, you guys have just … never talked about it.

it's not that you didn't want to talk about it, you wanted more than anything to do unspeakable things to that man for years now...who wouldn't?

but of course, all you could do every passing day was pray that something could magically change and you'd have his affection and sweet words to yourself every day. he probably has his reasons too for not just folding and confessing already. hopefully if he even reciprocates.

but when he asked you to be his roommate and share a dorm with him two years ago at the beginning of university, how could you tell someone so pretty no?

that pretty much never helped the increasing tension between you both - sexually, or romantically.... but hey, the no confessions game was still going strong.

even now, when keiji just returned back to your shared dorm from one of his later classes, he found you laid out on the plushness of the couch, your cutely decorated laptop resting on your bare thighs as you were wearing a cute pair of pajama shorts. a few short sentences on the illuminated screen of your laptop which screams to him that you were probably just assigned a research paper.

"new paper assigned n/n?" he hummed softly as he rested his bag on the floor near the door and taking off his shoes.

"mm yeah... only thing is that it's due in 2 days.." she huffed softly with a little pout, a face he knew meant she was stressed.

"yeah? how much words is it?" he hummed softly, sitting next to her laid body on the couch.

y/n turned her laptop to an angle keiji can see it, an email from her professor which explained her prompt and the word count.

damn.

"only two days? that has to be a mistake." he raised his brows, adjusting his glasses.

"its not..." she sighed softly. "i asked him about it in class. he was dead serious keiji...my grade is so done. i don't even know what to write about. all i got done was the context." y/n turned to him, a pout on her lips.

he sighed, "calm down, okay? stressing out this much isn't gonna help you n/n." his hand went to her cheek, his thumb gently stroking the apple of her cheek. damn him and his charm.

"come here, i'll help you." he murmured, his arms gently taking her arms to help her sit up and come up onto his lap.

and around 3 hours later, despite the evident exhaustion in both of you from this damn essay, you were a little more than half way through the word count.

"god...you're the best keiji..." she sighed softly, leaning her head back on his shoulder.

he chuckled, a familiar one that never really failed to make you feel butterflies in your stomach. "can't have my favorite girl stressing now can i?" he ruffled her hair gently.

holy fuck.

why he made her sit in his lap was beyond her. all she knew was that his little name that he just called her made her clench around absolutely nothing, and she was so sick of this back and forth of trying to act like he didn't have an effect on her.

so she purposely squirmed on his lap while pretending to read an article, her ass moving teasingly but in a subtle way. she knew her subtle grinding didn't by any means go unnoticed by him, not how his slender fingers dug a little harder into her hips, and definitely not how his breathing grew more ragged.

"hey... n/n... you're squirming a little...please... it's distracting me..." he spoke with a strained voice, trying not to breathe noticeably.

"hm..?" she looked back at him, who knew how worked up subtle grinding can get him, his cheeks were insanely flushed, his fingers uncontrollably going on her bare thighs.

"come... get off n/n-" he panicked a little, his arms pulling up her torso to pick her up and trying to place her back onto the couch, but she went right back down, on his fucking bulge.

"oh fuck.." he choked out quietly his head going back against the arm rest.

"you're that hard from me barely even grinding?" she started. no turning back now for her. and to her surprise, all those years of chasing and wondering if he wanted her back... she felt so relieved from his next words.

"i can't fucking help it with you.." he swore helplessly. his needy hands guiding her hips to rub herself against his obvious bulge. "all this time and you don't think that i've been wanting to kiss you senseless since highschool..?"

and from that, her lips were on his, sharing wet and sloppy kisses that were making him leak pre cum into his sweatpants. grinding on his lap so nicely that she had him cursing into their sloppy kiss.

they eventually pulled away, a thin string of saliva between their mouths as her arms came up around his neck to steady herself as she ground on his bulge. gosh, his fucking print was so visible to her too from his sweatpants.

"fuck...i love you keiji.."

and within less than two minutes, your cute pajama shorts laid on the floor of your bedroom along with his sweatpants.

his hand held a handful of your hair while his other rested on the plush curve of your ass. his hips were thrusting so good into your drenched cunt, the room practically filled with the sound of your plush ass slapping against his hips and your muffled moans as he just sweet talked you.

damm him.

"god... you dont know how long i wanted to fuck you.." he panted into your ear, his skin slick with sweat

"keiji..." she cried helplessly beneath him.

"mhm baby... i got you...taking my cock so well." he murmured, his large hand squeezing her ass softly.

"you're so fucking pretty n/n, you know that?" he mumbled, placing sweet kisses and sucking hickeys onto her neck, his thrusts getting harder.

she couldn't even form a coherent sentence anymore. it's not like he was being crazy rough, but his cock was fucking long. and at a moderate, more fast pace like what he was doing, she felt as if she was seeing stars.

"ah...mmph..." she moaned sweetly into the pillow, knowing he was about to cum from how sloppy his thrusts were getting.

"mmh... there you go... oh fuck baby.." he panted, pulling out. his hand that was holding your hair let go, pumping slowly as thick and hot cum landed on your plush ass.

she panted softly into the pillows, her hips lowering from where he held them up as she rolled onto her back, his cum on her skin getting onto the sheets.

he panted soflty, pulling her into his arms and pressing a gentle loving kiss on her shoulder, while mumbling a soft, "i've always loved you baby."

its my first time writing so pls leave tips jjfnjjngjngjngjtn

[ 3:23 PM ] — with your head on jay's shoulder as you read your book, his arm around your waist as you two lay on the hammock, jay's other arm serves as an extra pillow under his head as he looks around. he softly sighs, contented here right now with you. he knows you two would have to go back soon, but he can't help but wish to stay here with you forever.

jay shifts on his position, putting another arm over your stomach as he rests his cheek on top of your head. "you bored, honey?" you softly ask, looking up at him through your lashes as your one hand brush up and down against his arm.

"no," jay says, brushing his finger against the sticky note flags that were pasted on the pages of your book. he really wasn't, in fact, he never felt more at peace. "have you read this before?"

jay knew of your habit to highlight some lines and put sticky note flags on them. you would even jot down notes when you have some thoughts. "yeah," you softly answer. "i've read this more than twice." you softly laugh and jay smiles.

he softly holds the book for you, reading as well. when he reaches the last word of the page, he would ask you if you're done. you couldn't help, but softly giggle at how cheesy and lowkey cringey you two are.

but you wouldn't trade this for anything in the world.

when jay flips a page, he can't help but look at the highlighted line right away. she didn't look nice. she looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something. jongseong (although, he looked nice too). jay lightly smiles, his pointer finger lightly tracing the highlighted words.

you softly laugh, "i kind of highlight the lines that remind me of you."

"yeah?" jay says and you grab your bookmark, putting it on the page as you close the book and put it on the table beside the hammock. you turn around, hugging him by the waist and he places a kiss on your forehead. "i don't look nice, huh?" he teases.

"hey," you softly laugh. "i said that you look nice, too."

"you don't want to read anymore?" jay asks and you shake your head.

"you just want to see if i have more highlighted lines for you." you say and jay laughs.

"a little, yeah." he says and you smile, kissing his lips. "i kinda want to stay here forever with you, love." he mumbles against your lips as you lightly pull away.

"but just until sunday." you say with a light pout and jay softly laughs, nodding. "what do you say we come back next year?"

"i would love that." he smiles. that smile that does stupid things to you, yet you still love it so much.

"jongseong," you softly say. god, you love his name so much. and he loved it everytime you say it. "you make my reality so much better than fiction." you softly say, brushing his hair off his forehead.

"i love you."

"i love you, too."

— from this small thought lol. rbs, likes and comments/feedbacks are highly appreciated <3

11: 03 PM | pjs

pairing: jay x female reader

word count: 1,234

warnings: angst, explicit language, arguing, saying i hate you, not much talking, more explanation about feelings, we are sad people, but jay is a good boyfriend, cuddling, spooning, fluff at the end

“I HATE YOU!”

Jay stares at you in shock and your eyes widen too, stunned by what you just blurted out. You and your boyfriend have gotten into heated arguments before, but never did you two ever go this far for you to yell those three disheartening words at him.

How did the argument start? Well, you were both hanging out at a friend’s gathering for some drinks. According to Jay’s eyes, a guy was flirting with you that witnessed the scene. However, you argued in return that the man wasn’t trying anything and was being friendly. 

Jay’s thoughts said otherwise, arguing his main point about his view. You then explain to him that maybe he’s finally seeing it from your view when other women flirt with him. In frustration, Jay sighs aloud that you’re turning it around and making it about him. But you aren’t. He wanted to talk about his view, so you had every right to bring up yours too. Jay didn’t bother to listen, both of your voices just raising higher over one another and you screamed out the deadly three words.

Your boyfriend closes his mouth and disappointment spread across his face. You didn’t mean to voice your inner thoughts out loud, it just happened when he wasn’t trying to listen to you. Without another peep, Jay breaks eye contact and enters the bedroom, leaving you alone in the living room. He grabs his clothes and heads inside the bathroom to shower, and you finally feel your legs work.

Entering inside the bedroom, you sit down on the corner of your bed with a million things running in your head. What have you done? What the fuck did you just do? You didn’t mean to say it. You don’t even mean it! You were angry and the argument was going nowhere and you just wanted to walk away but… But you didn’t. And now, you face the consequences.

You messed up. You fucked up big time.

Once Jay was out of the bathroom, he sat outside in the living room without returning to the bedroom. You took this chance and enters the bathroom to shower. You needed a cool down just as much as he did. 

The moment the water hits your skin, tears start pouring out of your eyes. You began to son silence, pissed off at yourself for what you just did. Sitting down on the floor of your shower, you hugged your knees and cried. Jay’s silence and the disappointment on his face say a thousand words, and you hate yourself for hurting him. For hurting you two over those three fucked up words.

Once your long shower was done, you saw that Jay had left the living room couch and is sleeping on your shared bed. Nervously, you clench your fists and enter the dark room. You wanted to say something, anything, but not a sound would come out. Afraid that you’ll just disappoint Jay more, you grab your pillow quietly and exited the bedroom.

Laying on the couch, you pull at the mini blanket for decoration over your cold shoulder. Tears start falling again as you cry into your pillow, but you made sure the sobbing was quiet. You didn’t want to wake up Jay. 

Nonetheless, you feel your boyfriend’s warm embrace cuddling from behind you, him spooning you immediately. You cover your face and try not to turn around to face him, but Jay turns you around to face him. Placing his left arm under your neck so he could hold you, he pecks your forehead.

Jay doesn’t say anything. Instead, he rubs circles on your back and lets you cry it out. Before you know it, the two of you fall into a deep slumber afterward.

—

When morning came, you were woken up by the smell of food. Due to your mood from last night, you didn’t feel hungry. Sadness still washed over your face and you feel sick from the constant crying yesterday. Laying on the couch with a frown, you prayed for a way to take back those three stupid words you said to Jay.

“Morning, sunshine,” Jay greets you, his voice soft and caring. 

“Morning,” you croak weakly, failing to give your man a loving smile.

Jay kneels down to your level and brushes your hair back, tucking a few strands behind your ear. “Shall we eat breakfast?”

Shaking your head, you answer no.

“What? The foodie queen doesn’t wish to eat? But I made a lot of delicious food!” You chuckle at the nickname he gives you, but you frown again quickly. Why is he making you laugh here? Why is he the one cheering you up? Why is he forgiving you already when you haven’t forgiven yourself? 

The feeling of your tears begins forming and you turn to lay on your back as you stare up at the ceiling. You were fighting the urge this morning to not cry, but Jay quickly lays on the couch and hugs you.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffle out. “I’m so sorry for last night.”

“Shh, baby. It’s okay,” Jay tries shushing you, but you just kept mumbling sorries as tears gush out of you. “Babe, it’s really okay.”

Jay plants a long and loving kiss on your forehead, and hugs you tight in his arms again. “It was a stupid fight anyway.”

“Yeah, and look at what it did. I said the three bad words I know aren’t true. I don’t deserve you at all!” You cry louder, burying your face into his shirt. 

“Actually, nobody deserves me at all and you are just lucky,” Jay dare jokes, and you slap his biceps, laughing a little.

Your boyfriend pulls your face upwards and he pecks your lips. “I’m sorry too, love. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. If anything, I should have listened as well.”

You caress his cheek as he tells you about his silent thoughts last night. After Jay took a shower to calm his nerves down, he started to process your words and that’s when it hit him. All he had to do was just listen to your side of the story, but Jay wouldn’t back down from the argument and it escalated to something more. 

“When I heard you leave the bedroom with the sound of your pillow leaving the bed, I was confused. I thought maybe you needed to calm down too. However, you started crying and my heart sank,” Jay finishes explaining. “The guilt inside ate me up and I knew that whatever we did or said is going to put a strain on us, but I don’t want that. I want to fix us because I love you.”

Your heart flutters at his sweet words and you move up to kiss him on the lips. “I love you too, Jay,” you whisper in return, your breath ghosting his lips. “Can we not argue anymore and just talk it out before things get heated over nothing?”

Your boyfriend nods at your request and you finally smile in relief. Jay smiles too and kisses you again. 

“Now that we’re done being depressing, can we have breakfast? I’m hungry,” Jay whines and you hear his tummy grumble.

“Jay~” You whine in return. “Just hold me five more minutes.”

He chuckles and gives in, hugging you in his arms as you two lazily lay on the couch.

and if I combust then what

I'm so touch deprived bye

ଓ — vanilla scented candles.

heeseung's thoughts of you poison him in a calm night — and what used to be innocent now it's gone with the lights.

pairing. l.hs x gn¡reader | word count. 750 words | genre. can it be a fluff? idk | warnings. slightly suggestive but nothing too much, trust me okay?

That day, everything seemed to be softer and more innocent.

Your boyfriend had spent the night telling you his strange life stories, which were indeed very interesting, but the hours passed quickly in the meantime.

Heeseung felt a little bored because he didn't want to sleep when you said it was time for bed. In order to keep chatting and make sure you don't leave him, he even dramatically pulled you into bed — but you found your way to escape from him.

You look at his pouted lips and laugh at it before starting to light your scented vanilla candles. Since Heeseung has such a sensitive sense of smell, maybe that scent would captivate him — you thought.

And there wasn't anything relevant in his thoughts, but the wildness flashed in his eyes when you started to take off your clothes.

He was sitting on the corner of your bed, observing you distantly. Only your back was visible to him, but it was enough for him to be impressed by the vision. He looked over your body as though he were deceptively swallowing you, wishing he was the one undressing you.

He was that dirty for it.

You make his salivate. You make him sweat from all his desire to have you...

... from all the crazy things he imagine.

He would think about putting you on the ground, in the sea, on the moon, in the melody. His mind travelling through every chance of having you...

And just from those thoughts, he knew you were going to kill him someday with your spell.

You put your pajamas on before joining Heeseung, also sitting on the bed and staring at him, which inevitably caused him some shyness.

He opened a small smile, looking slightly to the side before asking you, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

You just convinced yourself, by his body language, that he definitely had you on his mind now, “I know you want me.”

He wasn't impressed by your attitude, but he was curious, not talking afterward, just waiting to see what your next step would be.

You smiled lightly as you felt his silence, realizing he was trying to look difficult. “I wonder how much it is hard to control yourself when I'm right here in front of you — just waiting for you.”

Heeseung got up quickly, getting closer to you, placing his left hand on your thigh, and with the other, using his fingers to tuck your hair behind your ear.

He looked at your eyes, then looked at your lips, then looked at your eyes again... “I don't want to make my baby wait,” he murmured.

You took a deep breath and even attempted to look down, but he lifted your chin and put his lips on yours, giving you a passionate kiss. Simply because he could have you, he would offer you his best.

He's a soft toucher, pure at heart but with a way too open mind. Most of the time, he was on hand to listen to you recite poetry, and to be honest, he got so into it. Your voice let him be at ease. He wants to listen to you all night and understand every word, every gesture, every action and taste.

Making you fall in love with him a second, third, or fourth time is his favorite idea. Tripping you up, making you wonder if you're still in your own body — or just became a part of him.

“Will you be mine forever?” he queries.

You respond, “always forever, baby.”

Heeseung got out of bed and blew out the candles one by one so the light wouldn't bother your eyes and you could sleep peacefully. After a short while, he turned back to you and buried his face in your neck, letting you feel his breath tickle. He continued doing it in an effort to make you laugh.

“Stop it!” you begged, and he did so.

Then Heeseung suddenly put a kiss on your temple. "I love you, every part of you. Even the parts you don't like,” as he said.

“I love you too,” you said back. “I hope I see you in my dreams.”

You mumbled before closing your eyes, slowly falling asleep, just as he did too.

a/n: ah you know... i'm kinda dramatic

© badmuni 2022

♡ ꒱ enhypen as words instead of ❛ I love you ❜

pairing: enhypen x afab!reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

warnings: none!

a/n: hellaur, I'm back on this blog ♡ my schedule is hectic lately so please excuse my lack of activity 😔 I hope you enjoy this, let me know what you think please ♡

𝖧𝖤𝖤𝖲𝖤𝖴𝖭𝖦 — ❛ let's watch the sunrise together ❜

Being the night owl he is, Heeseung would love spending his nights with you, whether you're having deep talks or randomly just chilling in each other's arms. He would be laying on your lap and have you stroke his hair softly, because that's how he relaxes. Everything about doing an all nighter with him would be so perfect that you wouldn't even realize how the time passed, and when he notices it's almost the time for sun to rise, the romantic in him will wake up and offer you to watch the sunrise together, with his doe eyes blinking cutely and his pretty lips curled up into the most adorable grin you've ever seen.

𝖩𝖠𝖸 — ❛ I told my parents about you ❜

Jay has a really close relationship with his parents, he is almost like friends with them. He calls his mom daily to chat about most random things, which often includes the events that happens in his life. There's no doubt that if Jay likes you likes you, he's gonna tell it to his mom/dad first, smiling shyly at the phone as he talks about how amazing and outstanding you are, telling them that he can't wait to introduce you with them. But the same way he shares everything with them, he shares with you too, so when he comes to tell you that he mentioned you to his parents, he is dying out of excitement on the inside while trying to look cool on the outside.

𝖩𝖠𝖪𝖤 — ❛ you're my world ❜

Jake is really good with his words, he knows how to melt your heart everytime he opens his mouth. But as much as he loves the cliché "I love you so much", sometimes he feels like that's not enough to describe his feelings, so he goes with the variations of it that sounds much cooler to the ears. And his favorite is "You're my world" because, to him, you're literally everything he has. He can't imagine a life without you, nor he wants it, he can not imagine another home to go to besides you, nor he wishes for it. He adores you so much that you feel like the sun of his planet and without you, there's no light, there's no warmth in his heart.

𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖧𝖮𝖮𝖭 — ❛ I got you something on my way here ❜

Sunghoon is the shy boyfriend who's a complete marshmallow on the inside. But the problem is, he melts uncontrollably when he meets the warmth of your love, so he often chooses to express just how badly he is in love with you in other ways. Since his speed of blushing doesn't help him being a romantic poet, he often goes for buying you small gifts whenever you plan to meet. He carefully picks the items that he thinks you will find cute, because he loves seeing your face light up with the most beautiful smile he's ever seen whenever he gifts you something. He falls in love with you all over again, falling deeper and deeper each time.

𝖲𝖴𝖭𝖮𝖮 — ❛ this song reminded me of you ❜

Sunoo is your cliché yet very endearing type of boyfriend. He's the type to make you spotify mixes out of the most romantic love songs you've ever heard, and randomly link it to you because he doesn't hold back from showing his love. He would even record himself singing the particular parts of the songs you seem to like and send it to you whenever he feels that you're a little down. He's the type to draw little doodles around the lyrics he likes and show it you while saying "hey, this reminded me of you" , also the type to serenade you on video calls or face to face meetings.

𝖩𝖴𝖭𝖦𝖶𝖮𝖭 — ❛ good morning/good night ❜

Jungwon never misses a day of sending you his very timid good morning/good night texts. He wakes up before you and the first thing he does is to greet you with a cute good morning message along with an adorable bed selfie attachment. He does the same thing before going bed, always sends you a video/voice note/picture of him wishing you a good night, even on the most hectic days of his schedule. He says that the reason he pays attention to do it is because as your boyfriend, he wants to cherish you every time of the day, at least in the mornings and the nights. He thinks that you deserve to be reminded of how much you're loved.

𝖭𝖨𝖪𝖨 — ❛ can't you stay a little longer ❜

Even though Niki is the type to bicker, to tease his love interest, as much as he loves pranking you, he loves to spoil you with unexpected shower of love from time to time. His love language is to spend time together, no matter what you're doing and he hates it when it's time for you to separate. He'd purposefully try to distract you from leaving, definitely would pout and whine while asking you to stay a little longer with him. He's the type to use his own body as a barricade to keep you from going away, and if that won't work, he's gonna hold you hostage with tight hugs, until you agree to stay a little more by his side.

ᓚᘏᗢ 𓂃 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍 ⌗

@gegeetime @animeepedia @jak-ey @hanienie @quokkasunggie @yjjungwon @heeswifeyy @02dreamerz

Hello!! I just want to say before I request anything that I absolutely ADORE your writing. You’ve quickly become one of my favorite writers! I’m constantly checking to see if you’ve posted LOL please keep it up! <3

if it’s not too much trouble, could I request us doing face-masks with Tsukishima or Akaashi? Either or both is fine, I have zero preference!

Thank you in advance mwa mwa !!

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This is adorable and I am in LOVE. I literally just spat this out lolol Me being a favourite writer of anybody is a dream 🥹 Thank you for enjoying my work!! I'll make sure to post just for you 🥰 I hope you enjoy <333 --

It started with a panda.

Or rather, it started with you, lounging on the couch with a ridiculous animal-print face mask plastered to your face, scrolling through your phone like nothing was out of the ordinary. You wore it like a second skin—completely unbothered, completely at peace.

And then Tsukishima walked in.

He froze halfway through the doorway of your shared apartment, one brow raised as he took in the sight of you in your oversized hoodie, face glistening with a panda-shaped sheet mask.

“...You good?”

“Thriving,” you said simply, not even bothering to look up.

He didn’t respond right away. Just dropped his bag by the door and walked in with that usual lazy gait, eyeing you like you were some sort of cryptid he wasn’t sure how to handle.

“You look ridiculous,” he said eventually, standing behind the couch now, arms crossed.

You peeked up at him with a smirk. “That’s rich coming from someone who used to wear sport goggles indoors.”

He narrowed his eyes at you. You stuck your tongue out.

“Is this one of those self-care things?” he asked, nose wrinkling slightly as he stared at the mask. “Like cucumbers-on-the-eyes and bath bombs?”

“Exactly that,” you nodded. “Except these ones are more fun. They have animals on them.” You pointed to the half-empty package on the coffee table. “You wanna be a tiger or a polar bear?”

He stared at you.

You stared back.

“Absolutely not,” he said flatly.

“You’re doing it.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

You were already peeling one of the masks from its packaging with careful fingers, holding it up like a peace offering. It was orange-striped with little ears on top. Then you reached behind you and grabbed a matching tiger-print headband, complete with pointy ears.

"And this," you said, holding it up triumphantly. "To keep your hair out of your face."

He looked positively scandalized. "There is no way I—"

"Oh, you are," you cut in, already nudging it toward him. "C'mon, Kei. Don't you want the full experience?"

He looked at the headband, then at you, then back at the headband like it personally offended him. But when you wiggled your brows at him and smiled with full confidence, he muttered something under his breath and snatched it from your hand.

"You owe me so much for this."

"Add it to my tab."

He rolled his eyes but said nothing as you helped him unfold the mask and carefully place it over his face.

“Okay, hold still. It has to line up with your eyes… okay, a little to the left—no, my left… there.”

You leaned back to admire your work. Tsukishima, volleyball star, tall and smug and forever exasperated, now sat beside you wearing a bright orange tiger face mask that made his scowl look ten times funnier.

“...You look adorable.”

“I look like a joke,” he said dryly.

You took a photo.

“Delete it.”

“Never.”

Despite all his complaining, Tsukishima stayed there with you for the full fifteen minutes, arms crossed and huffing dramatically every so often. But he didn’t move. And when you started scrolling through your phone again, his thigh pressed just a little closer to yours.

And when the timer went off and you both peeled the masks off with grossed-out noises, you glanced at him with a grin.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Do you feel refreshed and radiant?”

Tsukishima rolled his eyes. “I feel sticky.”

You laughed and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “You’re glowing, tiger boy.”

He shook his head but didn’t push you away. In fact, a small, reluctant smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Maybe face masks weren’t the worst way to spend a lazy evening.

OPEN ARMS 𓋜 𝗂’𝗆 𝗌𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

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HEESEUNG

he wakes up to the warmth of your body against his own. he holds his entire world in his arms, snoring quietly, barely budging at the alarm on his nightstand. he doesn’t want to move nor does he want to leave— but he needs to if he wants to avoid the alarm waking you up.

“shh,” he smiles when you whine at the way his embrace gets loose, how slowly gets away from you. gets out of bed and stops the alarm in time, and he catches your sleepy frown before he can go in the bathroom. he allows himself to stay a little longer, to admire your beauty is slumber and his kisses your forehead, “i love you.”

JAY

ever since he started dating you, he has never been at work in time. he knows he should change that. it’s not like he doesn’t have the willpower to change his morning habits but he doesn’t try to, he barely talks about it because he doesn’t want to.

“i really need to god,” he chuckles, still, he doesn’t put any effort in getting away from your hands cupping his face. he lets you kiss his mouth gently, then his nose, his chin and his cheeks. it quickly ends in your hugging him and kissing his lips— you don’t want him to go and he doesn’t want to either.

JAKE

“good bye, my love,” he tells you, leaning down to reach your level— while you are sitting down on the table, eating breakfast— to peck you on both of your cheeks then on your lips sweetly, as he always does. “i love you.”

you giggle at his usual cute antics, but you don’t say it back. only a merely audible ‘m’kay’ as he walks away. he takes a few seconds, taking a double take before fully coming back to you. he looks at you with side wide eyes to wish you shrug, “if you leave, there is no i love you.”

SUNGHOON

call him overdramatic but he thinks he hallucinating, dying even, when you wipe your face away from his as he tries to give you a goodbye kiss. his eyes grow wide— thinking that it is the first time something as devastating as you not wanting to kiss him happened to him.

“sweetheart,” he puts his hand on heart, a little theatrical. he leans in more and more, “i’m going to crash the car if i don’t get a kiss from you before leaving,” you don’t indulge him. he is impatient and won’t leave without what he wants.

SUNOO

“i’ll have to go eventually,” he laughs quietly. he has been getting ready for work since early in the morning and he did everything in his power to not wake you up— but he miserably failed. you were awake ten minutes after him, and have been following him around for a while now.

he doesn’t protest when you wrap your arms around his neck. he doesn’t protest either when you act like a dead weight, when you let yourself be dragged all over the house. however, he is a bit surprised when you let him go. as expected, not for long, because you jump on him a minute later to make him fall on the bed. burying your face in his neck, you mumble; “please don’t.”

JUNGWON

he swears he needs to go, but his heart is longing to stay there and stare at you all day. “you’re cute,” he coos, poking on your puckered lip softly. at his move, you give him a quite mean look to which he can’t help but burst out of longing to. it is so lovely, how hard you are trying the fact that you are a tad sad.

he cups your face, pressing his palms against your cheeks to make your pouty lips even more puckered— perhaps for a kiss or to make fun of you a little bit more, perhaps to do both and at the same time. after his lips kiss yours, he pulls away, just a few inches, “i will be back soon, m’kay?”

RIKI

he tries to avoid it at all costs. he makes to not pass by you too more or give you enough time to speak or even look at him properly. he puts all his strength in avoiding your gaze as he gets ready— he knows it, how much you wish for him to stay home and cuddle, he wants it too, but he can’t.

he fails his mission quite miserably because he wants to look at you before leaving for work. but, you are frowning, looking at him with wide sad eyes and he groans at the jab it does at his heart. he drops his bag and comes hug you before leaving, “don’t look at me like that please. i’ll miss you even more.”

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You can't count the amount of times your friends have pointed out the differences between you and your boyfriend Suna's personality. With his imposing height and sharp eyes many people find his disposition quite intimidating. On the other hand you have been described as sweet, warm, and approachable. You never let any of these comments question your relationship with Rin because you knew that under his nonchalant facade he was a simp, especially for you. You and Rin were currently at the grocery store together trying to find all of the ingredients for the new recipe you wanted to try when a distraught child ran up to you. The young boy held tightly to your leg and was desperately trying to talk through his sobs. You knelt down immediately to try and soothe the boy enough to where he could explain whatever was wrong. You encourage the child to look up at you and you see his face pale when his stare focuses behind you. You steal a quick glance back at Rin and turn back to the child who is now insisting that he can find someone else to help him. Rin leans down to look at the child better as he calmly tells the boy that we would be happy to help. You can see the child's reluctance as he looks to and from your boyfriend trying to gage your reactions. You just smile warmly and ask him what was wrong again. The boy tells you two that he had lost his mom after he wandered off to look at the toy section. You two ask for the boy, Yuuta, for his mother's name and her description before you two scour the store for any site of the distraught child's mom. You and Rin are both holding each of his hands as you two check every aisle searching for anyone who fits the description. Rin notices a woman facing the opposite direction and asks Yuuta if he recognizes the woman's clothes or hair. The boy's eyes light up with recognition and he slightly drags you two along as he rushes towards the woman. Yuuta's mom quickly scoops up her child and holds him tight to her chest. She places a few kisses to the top of his head before looking towards you and your boyfriend to thank you for returning her child to him. You can see the confusion cross her features as she looks from you and your boyfriend but she thankfully chooses not to comment on it. You grab Suna's hand and tell her that you were lucky your boyfriend was with you to help because without him, you and Yuuta would have been searching for hours. Her eyes light up with interest at the implication that your boyfriend was the one who helped reunite her and her child. Yuuta speaks up from his mom's hold and confirms that Suna was the one who asked Yuuta if he knew what clothes she was wearing and drew Youth's attention to his mom. Yuuta's mom smiled at you both and thanked Suna for being such a big help. You all said your goodbyes and as you and your boyfriend walked away you pulled his hand down to signal him to lean down. You place a sweet kiss to his cheek and Rin blushes almost immediately. Despite Rin's appearances, you know that he is a sweetheart underneath.

yellow sticker — seungmin x reader ; established relationship & happens in the universe of ‘cops and robbers’ (1.5k words)

kim seungmin, resident fuckboy turned soft boy, is on a mission to quit smoking

this was a request by @.notmyblogsblog and i loved it too much not to write it. i hope this is how u pictured it :) btw posting again bc it didn’t show up in the tags the first time

There’s a certain tone in Kim Seungmin’s voice that tells you he wants your attention. It’s partly whiny. Almost annoyed—though, only because he refuses to believe other things weigh heavier in gravity over him in your life.

“Babyyyy.” The drawl in his ‘y’s. The exasperation of his sigh. All very clear tells for the boy.

He hasn’t moved to interrupt you yet, hasn’t moved to block your line of vision and whatever the fuck picture you wanted to take, but you see him enough through your peripheral vision to see the pout of his expression.

You can only laugh. “I told you it’d be boring if you came with me, and you did anyway.”

“Is it such a crime to want to spend time with the girl I like? Besides, I like watching you. Passion looks very sexy on you.”

Well. You’d be lying if you said there was nothing you felt inside from that.

“Shut up.” You swallow, though you can sense relentless teasing from him with the way you set your camera on the desk behind you to try and avert his gaze from your heat-stricken cheeks. “Don’t you have to go now?”

He looks like he doesn’t want to. “I… do. Yeah.”

“With the boys, right?”

Seungmin and his friends have this thing where they meet at specifically set times. You’d jokingly called it the Fuckboy Assembly, but stopped since the boy had expressed his distaste for the word “fuckboy”. He didn’t like the connotations anymore, didn’t feel like he deserved you if he kept at his ways before he’d met you.

And while he couldn’t get rid of his ties with that title fully, especially not from strangers who liked labelling him, he at least didn’t want it to come from you.

“Yeah.” There’s that surge of dejection in his voice.

You keep your eyes on him, the way his eyes look downcast on his phone to check for the time before looking back at you. He looks like he wants to say something. You start to feel guilt at your lack of attention to him whilst you’d practiced your shots.

“How about… you come over to my dorm later and I cook us dinner? You know, after you hangout with your friends? …If you want.”

The way he perks his head up is cute, and more so when his lips pull into a smile.

Seungmin looks at you like he needed that response, as if making sure you actually want to spend time with him too. He tries to sound suave with his response but all you hear is a giggle he fails to mask. “Okay.”

“Okay.”

Then there’s a soft love tap on your cheek before he kisses it. “I’ll see you later?”

You hum. “Just knock four times so I know it’s you.”

“I’ll make up every excuse to get to you faster. I’m starting to get sick of the boys’ faces anyways.” You laugh. “See you later!”

–

“Earth to Seungmin?”

The younger boy perks up like he’s just realized what trance he had been in. “What?”

“What’s that on your jacket?” Hyunjin sounds like he’s on the verge of laughter, and the way Seungmin tilts his head down to look at it makes him look cute.

There, in the midst of his scruffed up bad boy image and the leather jacket he’s wearing is an uncharacteristic bright yellow star, just where his heart is.

All the boys lean close enough to notice the little sticker.

“(Name) gave it to me for not smoking for a week.” There is a soft smile on his lips at the memory of your eyes—the way you’d looked at him after he’d confessed he’d been a week clean of cigarettes. “Says it’s for my health. Plus, she doesn’t like the smell so I’m quitting.”

“Well, shit. He really has gone soft.”

There’s loud wolf whistles and tossing and turning coming from every direction, but it all just falls deaf on his ears. He doesn’t even care to be teased anymore, doesn’t find the reason to be defensive. All he really cares about is making you happy—only cares about the smile on your face if he’s clean for another week, and another week, and a month, and a year.

“He was probably with her earlier too. That’s why you were so late, hmmm, Seungminnie?”

“So what if I was?”

The whistles don’t stop, and certainly also not the playful shoving. Flits of moments like this with his friends are stupid, but it’s also endearing.

“Who was it that said she wasn’t even their type anyway?”

“Shut up. I lied, okay? I like her. A lot.” Seungmin shoves them back. “So stop fucking smoking in front of me because I plan on getting another sticker next week.”

“There’s just no hope for him anymore.” Changbin laughs.

“Yeah. I feel like I know everything about her, and I haven’t even met her yet.” Felix adds.

“Oh, none of you are meeting her. Absolutely not.”

“What the fuck? Why not?”

–

There’s four knocks on your door just when the clock hits 7pm, and you fumble to open the door while trying not to burn the dinner you’re cooking.

“You’re early.” You say sternly, pointing your ladle at him—almost accusing.

“I missed you, so I ditched them.”

Seungmin has no trouble admitting he’s attached. He likes being around you, even when you aren’t paying any attention to him. He likes the way you curl your lips when you concentrate, the way your eyes narrow at your viewfinder, the way you hold a smile to yourself when you take a shot you like.

He likes it even when you scold him for the smallest things.

“‘M not finished cooking dinner yet.” He sets his shoes aside, just by your shoe rack, before he moves towards the direction of the kitchen where you’d returned to after opening the door for him.

“Need any help?”

“I’d rather not burn my dorm down.”

Seungmin can’t quite see your face when you have your back turned towards him, but he can already picture the laugh-laced smile on your face.

He moves over to wrap his arms around your waist, chin rested on your shoulder as he gets himself comfortable. Your face feels ticklish to the strands of his hair, but you don’t make a move to push him away. “Missed you.”

“It’s only been 3 hours since we saw each other. You’re so dramatic.”

He hums. “How did your pictures turn up?”

Seungmin doesn’t miss the way your eyes lighten up at the question. “I got a really good shot. I think I’m gonna add it to my portfolio.”

“Yeah?” He asks, fingers toying with the ends of your shirt. “Can I see them later?”

“Really?” You pause your concentration to look at the boy, freezing from your stirring even. His head turns to the side so he can look at you better, and damn, what a sight he’s subjected to. Seungmin can’t help but coo at how adorable you look. Your eyes are little wide with something akin to childlike wonder and your smile is so genuine, and fuck, he is so in love.

“Of course.” He coos softly. You’re eye-to-eye, and it’s almost intimidating the honesty you see in his. Seungmin loves lying, considers it his pastime even, but not to you. He’s always honest with you.

“Okay.” You whisper more to yourself, turning your attention back on your cooking. He doesn’t miss the chance to pepper kisses from your ear down to your neck.

His lips feel soft against your skin.

You can’t help but drift back to when you’d first met him.

If you’d told yourself then about the compromising position you were in now, you wouldn’t have believed it true. But fuck, you’re thankful to yourself for giving him a chance, and you’re thankful to him for holding true to his words.

Here he is, bare with vulnerability and honesty, and so quiet and kind behind you, quitting the things he never thought he’d be able to just because you didn’t like them.

You know you care about Seungmin. And while maybe you aren’t in love quite just yet, you know you’re already on the way. The feelings you have for him is different than the ones you’ve felt before. Falling in love with Seungmin feels contradictingly safe. It doesn’t feel as scary as you thought, because he made it so easy for you to feel happy and secure.

There is comfort in the slowness of your relationship, in how he didn’t pressure you to feel as much as he did.

“What are you thinking about?”

“You.”

“Among other boys?”

You laugh at the familiarity of the words. You’d thrown them at him just a few months ago. “Just you, and about how much I like you.”

“Well.” He smiles. “If it makes you feel any better, I really like you too.”

You feel yourself smile back at him, even bigger than before, and Seungmin feels his heart nearly burst at the sight.

“Go set the table. Dinner’s almost ready.”

“Whatever you need, baby.”

Yeah, definitely in the process of falling in love.