Supportive Homies Being Chaotic Brothers

supportive homies being chaotic brothers 👏🏼🤣

boy's night ☆ riki nishimura

☆ summary: riki had no game, no rizz, which was why he employed the help of his six friends to text you. warning: having seven boys on the phone trying to text a girl does not give good results! ☆ genre: fluff, all enhypen members make an appearance, boys being boys, very stupid, it's getting rizzy in here but clearly i have negative game ☆ warning(s)? no just silliness :3 ☆ word count: 1.7k words

"Oh my god, she texted me!" was the sentence that completely destroyed Jake Sim's house.

Tonight, Riki was having a sleepover at Jake's house. It was supposed to be a chill night, a night in which Riki could bask in his friends' presence before they went off to college again.

There were many perks to being the youngest in his friend group. It seemed like Heeseung, Jay, and Jake forever saw him as their baby, after all, when they all met as children, Riki was a snotty little four year-old, constantly tattling on the older boys. Regardless, it was nearly impossible for them to not fuss over him, constantly asking if he ate yet or if he needed help. Sunghoon teased the ever-living shit out of Riki, sure, but the older boy never hesitated to take Riki's side whenever there was an argument. Sunoo and Jungwon were closest to Riki in age, but that didn't stop them from watching over him closely, like mother cats stalking their cubs.

Though, there was one thing that Riki had to admit that he hated about being the youngest: he was the most inexperienced.

Whenever his friends got their 'firsts,' he was always too young to care. It seemed like all his friends got to experience their first crushes and heartbreaks almost simultaneously, only for them to not be there when Riki had his.

Even when he was now a senior in high school, he had absolutely no idea how to talk to girls.

He'd heard all the stories about Heeseung and his antics at college, all the flirting tips that Jake liked to give out to Sunghoon and Jay, and all the crazed texts that Sunoo and Jungwon sent as they went through relationships.

Even so, Riki had never experienced teenage love for himself.

Enter: You.

You were the cute girl that sat in front of him in his Macroeconomics class. If it wasn't for the fact that Riki absolutely hated Macro, he would blame the fact that you were just so pretty that he couldn't bring himself to focus on the lecture about the New York Stock Exchange.

Initially, Riki had no intention of pursuing you.

You were cute, obviously, but hearing you talk to your partner in class was enough for him. Plus, it wasn't like Riki had any experience— even if he wanted to talk to you, he had no idea how to!

Except, thanks to his nosy friends, your name had been discussed what felt like a million times by the end of the week.

"So... [Name], eh?" was the first thing Sunghoon said as Riki's camera turned on during their weekly weekend FaceTime calls.

"This is so exciting, Riki," Heeseung said as he joined the call.

"Wait, how do you know her again?" Sunoo's voice cut in. "Sorry, my Wi-Fi is bad. You said you know her from Macro?"

With a little more prying, his friends managed to get a middle-school level confession out of Riki.

"I-I just think she's really pretty, and like, she's really smart," Riki huffed, "I don't think she likes me like that— I've never even spoken to her! Like, I can't talk to women, I straight up am a mess and the other day—oh my god— she looked at me and I think I almost passed out. What do I do? I actually cannot do thi—

".... But you think she's pretty, right?"

And that's how Riki managed to get your phone number. With the help of his friends (that felt more like them feeding into his delusions), he worked up the courage to stutter out a simple question.

And when you smiled, nodding enthusiastically as you typed your contact into his phone, Riki felt his soul leave his body.

So, it wasn’t hard to imagine the havoc that engulfed Jake Sim's house (the place of the sleepover) as Riki's phone pinged, your contact name showing up.

It was already late at night, so the boys were raiding Jake's pantry to get midnight snacks. 

The moment that Riki announced that you had just, in fact, texted him first, everyone stopped in their tracks.

"Oh shit!" Jay shouted as he jumped over Jake's sofa, bowl of cereal still in hand.

The sound of crashing as Heeseung knocked over the ramen cups, as well as cutlery dropping abruptly and cabinets slamming filled the house.

"Oi, don't mess up my kitchen!" Jake yelled as his feet pounded against his stairs, scrambling so fast that he practically glided downstairs. After Jungwon spilled milk on his shirt, he was half-way through putting on a new shirt as he clambered down.

"What did she—" Sunoo pushed Jay out of the way, knocking the older boy over as he plopped down next to Riki on the living room carpet and peeked over his shoulder— "What did she say?!"

Within seconds, all six of his friends were huddled around Riki, pushing each other out of the way to catch a glimpse of what you said.

"Move your fatass head!"

"I can't see!"

As his friends argued, Riki stared at his phone, chewing on his bottom lip. His heart was pounding in his chest. He only saw the notification, and didn't see what you said yet.

What if you said something crazy, like "I just found out about that one time in first grade when you peed yourself at the playground" even though Riki and all his friends agreed to never speak of that incident again?! Or, what if you confessed your everlasting love for him in a long paragraph?

His head was spinning.

"Wait, did you open the message yet?!" Jungwon abruptly yelled into Riki's ear.

"No..." Riki answered slowly, watching the way all of his friends' once tense faces soften with relief.

"Oh my god," Jake sighed in relief.

"Phhhhheeewww!" Heeseung said dramatically.

"Why?" Riki frowned. "What's wrong with opening the message?"

"[Name] can see if you read her message if you open it," Sunghoon said matter-of-factly. 

"Why is that a bad thing?"

All of his friends groaned.

They taught him a trick: swipe just enough so that he could see the message, but not enough that the system marks it as read.

Hey, was all you said, much to Riki's relief.

"What do I say?" Riki asked, clutching his phone. His eyes flickered to his friends as he sucked his bottom lip under his teeth pensively. "How do I respond to this?"

"Just say 'hey' back!" Jay blurted.

"No!" Heeseung shook his head profusely. "Anything but that!"

"Why not? You want him to say haiiii instead?" Sunghoon nudged the older boy.

"No, no, no!" Jungwon reached across to smack Sunghoon's knee. "All of you are wrong."

Jungwon turned to Riki. "Just respond with an emoji."

They all groaned loudly.

"Okay, anything but a goddamn emoji!"

Riki ended up typing out a simple hey in response. He had to make Sunoo press send for him, squeezing his eyes shut. Riki immediately shut his phone off, placing it face down.

"I don't want to see if she responds or not!" Riki moaned. 

Within a minute or two, his phone pinged again.

"She responded!"

Even though you only asked, How was your day?, the entire house was once again invigorated. The boys shrieked, whooping and hitting Riki's shoulder, so loud that the house probably shook.

"Oh my god, it's happening!"

"Ouuuuu, she wants you, Riki!"

"Everyone shut the fuck up, it's time to lock in, oh my god it's actually happening—"

And just as everyone settled back down, ready to give Riki their mind-blowing advice, his phone dinged again.

[Attachment: 1 photo]. It was a silly picture of you, one of those cute ones that showed your eyes, clearly taken on the spot. 

"OHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Shewantsyousobadohmygo—"

According to Jake, if a girl sends you a picture of herself, no matter how silly or cute it is, she is head over heels for you.

"One message at a time!" Jay yelled over Jake's shoulder as they tried to figure out how to respond. "You need to answer her question first and then respond to the picture!"

"No! Don't respond to the picture!" Sunghoon, who was all the way in the guest bathroom, yelled from behind the bathroom door, his voice both booming and muffled. "She'll think you're weird!"

"I agree," Sunoo said.

"I agree," Jungwon mocked him in a nasally voice, earning a slap to the shoulder. "Just heart the picture!"

But their arguing fell upon deaf ears.

"Riki, what are you doing?!"

Riki was on his own, his heart beating at the tip of his fingers.

I hung out with my friends today and it was fun, how was yours? was his first response. Pressing on the picture, he responded, You look cute.

When Riki glanced over at his friends, they were sprawled across the floor, crying aloud dramatically.

"It's over."

"You're insane."

"Fumbled."

Riki threw a pillow at them. "I didn't fumble— Oh shoot, she's typing!"

The house was once again filled with screaming and crashing as they scampered to Riki's side.

You typed for a few moments. Everyone was at the edge of their seat, simply begging to see how you'd respond. But then, you stopped.

"Good game, guys."

"100% over."

Riki chewed on his thumb, his eyes glued to his phone screen. Did he creep you out? Was it weird for him to say that you looked cute? Did he fuck up?

But then you finally replied.

My day was just filled with homework, very boring, you replied. Maybe if I spent it with you it would have been more fun.

Oh.

My.

God.

Riki's hands shook as he typed back another response, completely ignoring the complete and utter disaster around him. He didn't know what came over him. He wouldn't say any of the things that he typed out loud, let alone to your face. It was like he was possessed by some spirit that gave him the courage to type. Without even noticing it, his heart was palpitating in his chest, his entire face, neck, and ears covered in a red shade.

I'm free tomorrow, he typed. 

"RIKI WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU—"

Okay, you simply responded. 12PM. The Block. Let's have fun.

"D-Did she just ask you out?"

Riki glanced at this phone, then at his friends, who stared at him with eyes as wide as saucers and their jaws dropped to the floor, then back at his phone. He blinked. "Yeah."

"Yes?!"

Riki blinked again. "Yeah."

.

.

.

And then it hit him.

"Oh my god, [Name] asked me out...!"

how to win the lottery | mingyu

pairing kim mingyu x fem! reader genre fluff | 2.7k words | best friends to lovers warnings mentions of reader and other people drinking.

this is based on my shorter writing here

"CHEERS!"

as you sat at the dining table of seungcheol’s house, the warm glow of the overhead lights casted a soft ambiance over the room, highlighting the clinking of glasses and the excited gestures of your friends. 

the large dining table was split into three groups; you, soonyoung, chan, and seungkwan on one end, mingyu, seokmin, and jeonghan in the middle, then the rest of yours friends on the opposite side.

"you should slow down your pace," mingyu interrupts you, his gaze flickering over the outcome of your stressed week. his eyebrows furrow as he silently tallies the number of empty shot glasses that spread on top of the wooden table.

"it's okay," chan remarks across from the two of you, waving his hand at mingyu. "you're going to take her home later, no?"

mingyu shakes his head with his lips in a thin line. "i am, but the three of you are drinking the most," he points out, causing soonyoung to sulk and survey his surroundings.

seated across from him was seungkwan, face down on the table, falling asleep ever since the four of you reached the sixth bottle of soju.

how the loud conversations in the room weren't waking seungkwan up? you didn't know either.

chan's face remains unaffected, his lopsided grin only stretching wider. "come on, mingyu, it's been too long since we drank together."

soonyoung bobs his head ferociously, pointing down at the table where seungcheol is cheering at wonwoo for finishing his drink at once. 

"i promise i will only take four more shots," you place a hand on mingyu's arm in assurance. mingyu catches a glimpse of chan and soonyoung's pleading eyes before sighing.

"okay, but no more after that." mingyu reaches over to seize the two unopened bottles that were positioned centrally between the three of you, transferring the alcohol over to seungcheol's side of the table.

he rejoins his conversation with jeonghan and seokmin, his hand resting on your thigh under the table.

after, you see chan grab the remaining bottle, pouring another round of shots as if mingyu didn't just confiscate most of the alcohol.

the drunk smiles returned to your faces, the sound of three glasses hitting drowned by another rowdy seungcheol from afar; he hollered loudly when jihoon drowns his entire cup.

mingyu later felt hot inside the room, deciding to pull his attention away from the conversation and check the time. his eyes dart to the clock on the wall, a subtle sign of his growing impatience.

sure, it was a friday night, but he still wanted to head back to your house and crash.

"hey," mingyu interrupts jeonghan in the middle of his sentence, "sorry, but i think i’m going to head out." curiously, jeonghan and seokmin glance behind mingyu, staring in horror when soonyoung and chan raises their voice to sing loudly while you chuckle at their performance.

"yeah," seokmin trails off slightly after hearing soonyoung's voice crack, "you should go, we'll watch those two."

jeonghan observes his other friends, realizing that they are still bantering, but not as intoxicated as the three of you. "i think we're staying longer since everyone's still lively."

mingyu withdraws his hand from your thigh, rising from his chair and briefly towering over you. he taps your shoulder as seokmin and jeonghan pick up their discussion.

"hey," you turn your head to the voice, "can we head back now?" mingyu spots chan and soonyoung in the middle of pouring more shots, the single bottle you had left reaching the bottom. 

"we can go, mingyu, just let me take one more," you insist, but mingyu quickly stops you from reaching the shot glass.

"i think you've had enough for the night," mingyu states the obvious, watching you protest but eventually stand up next to him. you gaze at soonyoung hitting chan's shoulders playfully after chan makes a joke.

"guys," you grab everyone's attention, "we're leaving, don't drink too much without me!" you smile mischievously while mingyu chuckles softly in response.

you stroll towards the front door, everyone watching how mingyu trails behind you closely, helping you put on your shoes to leave before following suit.

"so," hansol whispers to your friends, all watching the interaction, "when are they dating again?" his question causes wonwoo and seungcheol to exchange amused glances.

minghao shrugs his shoulders, taking a sip from his glass. "when they start dating i'm winning the lottery," he places his glass down and sees mingyu opening the front door for you.

everyone, especially minghao, knew of your obvious crush on mingyu. but they also knew, you would never—ever, act on your feelings; you always to your friends that your friendship with mingyu was far more important than to risk it for your feelings.

"bye, goodnight everyone!" they hear you yell while mingyu softly ushers you out the door, collecting laughter from the group.

junhui and jisoo share a knowing look, before jisoo replies to minghao's comment from earlier, "oh, you better buy the lottery soon."

mingyu puts his arm around your waist, guiding you to the entrance of your house. "we're almost home, don't worry," he unlocks your door swiftly, having done it a million times.

when you enter your house, you immediately take off your shoes, running away to your bedroom. mingyu closes the front door behind him, following your actions, only to find you slumped over your bed.

mingyu smiles at your tired figure, heading to your bathroom to start the shower. "come on," mingyu walks towards your dresser to grab your clothes, "you have to shower,"

when you peek your eyes open, you see mingyu handing you your pajamas, pointing to the bathroom door. you whine but follow his words, knowing he was only trying to help. when mingyu sees you head into your bathroom, he leaves your room and goes to the guest bedroom so he can do the same.

twenty minutes later, mingyu dries his hair with a towel and walks over to check on you, spotting you brushing your teeth with the bathroom door open.

"are you still tired?" he asks, picking up your blow dryer on your sink counter, assuming you probably rushed to get ready earlier and left it out. when you finish spitting out the toothpaste, you mumble a yes to his question, wiping your mouth on another towel.

mingyu chuckles, plugging in the blow dryer and standing behind you to dry your wet hair. you see his concentrated face through the mirror, his hands running through your hair. it feels like a routine at this point, the way mingyu is always there to take care of you after a night out.

"all done," mingyu proceeds to set the blow dryer back to its original spot, on top of the shelf. mingyu ruffles your hair playfully, earning a protest from you before he grabs your arm to lead you to your bedroom.

"finally," you mumble, "i can't wait to knock out," you run to your bed and get under the covers, closing your eyes almost immediately.

"goodnight," mingyu takes one last look at you before he heads to the guest bedroom, hearing a weak 'goodnight mingyu' on his way out.

you wake up with a pounding headache. if it wasn't the consequences of your actions. 

you groan, sitting up on your bed, recalling the previous night. you swear in your head to never sit next to chan and soonyoung during dinner anymore, moving to the edge of your bed. 

before you got up, you noticed a glass of water and aspirin on your nightstand waiting for you. you feel your heart swell when you realized that mingyu had come in to leave it for when you woke up.

the scent of sizzling food filled your senses as you entered the kitchen, mingling with the sound of sizzling bacon and eggs. mingyu's culinary expertise was on full display as he expertly plated breakfast, the colorful array of dishes tempting your taste buds.

"are you burning my kitchen down?" you joke, catching mingyu's attention. you sat down on your kitchen stool just in time for mingyu to set the plates back down.

"you know i'm a better cook than you," he pointed out, before walking to the sink to wash his hands.

you notice mingyu changed into his shirt, your favorite one, that he left at your house. at this rate, he had half his clothes in your guest bedroom because he was always over.

you pull one of the plates closer to you, before grabbing a fork and eating breakfast.

"wow, this is really good," you compliment mingyu while he walks over to take a seat. too focused on the delicious food in front of you, you miss the way mingyu flushed red at your compliment.

soon, your plate was empty and you sipped on coffee while mingyu continued to eat his food.

"so," mingyu asked, "what's our plan for today?"

you suddenly recalled something, quickly heading back to your room to look for your phone. mingyu decided to ignore your suspicious action, opting to grab a bottle of water from your refrigerator.

when you came back into the kitchen, mingyu saw you typing quickly, probably sending a text message.

"i have a blind date today," you stare at your screen while mingyu starts choking on his water. 

"woah, are you okay?" you place your phone down on the kitchen island, patting mingyu's back for him to calm down. 

"i'm good," mingyu tries to act normal, "but i think i heard you wrong?"

witnessing that mingyu was no longer choking, you shrug your shoulders at his words, "i said i'm going on a blind date," you repeat, sitting on the stool to look at the information seungkwan texted you.

last night, when you complained about being single for so long, definitely not because of your hopeless, one-sided love for mingyu, seungkwan informed you that he had a mutual friend he could introduce you to.

you agreed to seungkwan, watching as he typed to text his friend about the news, but there was still a pit in your stomach at the thought of dating someone else.

"seungkwan is setting me up with his friend," you place your phone down with a sigh, "he just texted me the details for where to meet up with the person.”

mingyu abandons his water bottle, returning to his seat, “don’t go, instead, hang out with me today,” he suggests, hoping you would agree. mingyu looks at you with his big brown eyes, and you almost give in. 

“it’s just one date, how bad can it be?” you say, picking up your empty plate to put it in the sink. 

“besides, if the date goes bad we can drink later,” you mention while having your back turned on mingyu. 

mingyu frowns, but still, the possibility that the date may turn out badly is enough to have him remind you, “okay, text me later if the date ends poorly, i’ll come get you.” 

[mingyu] i’m outside the restaurant.

you grumble in annoyance under your breath for the entire walk outside the restaurant to mingyu’s car.

the date had been awful. 

the second you open the door to the passenger seat, mingyu is greeted with complaints about your date. 

“can you believe it, mingyu? they were comparing me to their ex the whole night!” you exclaim right when mingyu parks the car outside your house. mingyu listens quietly, too engrossed with the idea that your date was unsuccessful and there won’t be a second one. 

when you walk through your door, you head to your bedroom, still talking about the small unpleasant details you observed about the person. mingyu goes straight to your living room, picking up the remote to play a movie before grabbing some alcohol bottles from your refrigerator.

“i mean, why did you trust seungkwan to set you up with a nice date?” mingyu asks when you walk to join him on the couch. you notice that your favorite comfort movie is already playing, and mingyu opens the soju bottles for you both. 

“i don’t even know myself,“ you join mingyu on the couch, “i guess i just wanted to experience dating again,” it was a half lie. you just wanted to find someone to help you move on from mingyu, but you couldn’t tell him that. 

soon, the air was filled with the sound of laughter and the clinking of shot glasses, the thoughts of your horrible dinner disappeared because of mingyu’s presence.

the two of you continue talking, bringing up mingyu’s unsuccessful dates, laughing back at the memory. you both started out as best friends before you eventually grew a crush on him, so at that time you were interested in mingyu’s dates.

“i can’t believe your date told you they were using the bathroom and then left!” you push mingyu on the shoulders, the memory humorous in your head. 

mingyu pouts, “yeah, that’s the last date i ever went on.”

you pause for a moment, “wait, you’re right. why haven’t i seen you date anyone after that?” before mingyu could respond, you answered your question. 

“it was just too traumatizing, huh?” you lift your shot glass, asking mingyu to take another drink with you. 

“yeah, exactly why,” mingyu clicks his shot glass and watches you drown the alcohol. 

“anyway, why are all of our dates so unsuccessful? i'm going to be single forever. maybe, i should ask jeonghan to set me up this time? i think he has a more promising judgement in people.” you pour yourself and another shot before looking at mingyu’s glass.

“but i can treat you better,” he interrupts your rant, turning his body to face you completely, “why not just date me instead?”

you look up at mingyu, “mingyu i must be drunk from one bottle because i swear i just heard you tell me that you can treat me better,” you chuckle and see that mingyu still hasn't taken his shot yet.

“no,” mingyu stops you, making you face him. “you heard me right, why can’t you date me?" you are silent for a moment, asking yourself if this is truly happening.

"because," there's a pause, "wait what are you saying right now?"

mingyu reaches for the remote, pausing the movie that the two of you haven't been following, and leans in closer to you, inches away from your face.

"i think you know exactly what i'm suggesting right now."

it happened in seconds, your lips pressing onto his to close the small gap. mingyu's eyes are slightly widened, taken back that you made the first move, but he eventually closes his eyes and cups your face to kiss you better.

"so," mingyu smiles like a child once you pull away for air, "do you like me?" he playfully asks, smiling even brighter when he notices the blush on your cheeks.

you jokingly think for a second, "maybe, i do like you," you let out a hum before bursting out laughing, "okay, seriously, i like you, mingyu." you confess, already feeling your heart swell at the boy.

mingyu places a hand over yours, "i like you too," he admits, "i have for years." then he faces you with a serious look, "how did you not pick up on my hints?" 

you dramatically lean your head back, "how was i supposed to know? i liked you for years, too." you count in your head how long you've liked your best friend.

"all our friends know that i like you," you sigh, "i may have drunkenly told everyone when you didn't come to dinner that one time," mingyu stares at you in shock, shaking his head at his friends for not telling him.

"okay but, i practically live here," mingyu points out, arms waving around your house. "do you think i sleepover anywhere else?"

you prop your head up with your arm, "hey! at least now we know," mingyu drops his statement when he notices that you are starting to get tired.

"come," he stands up, pulling your arm, "let's head to bed, you're sleepy."

you follow him, but start to question why he's taking his shirt off and standing half naked, a routine he does to sleep.

"because," he answers you, placing his shirt on your vanity, "i want to sleep in your bed tonight," when you both stand next to the bed, he sheepishly looks at you, "and i want to cuddle."

you laugh at the boy, jumping on your covers and waiting for him to join you.

in your bedroom, the morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room. the soft rustle of sheets accompanied your movements as you shifted in bed, the peacefulness of the morning enveloping you both.

mingyu's eyes lingered on your serene expression, feeling a surge of warmth and contentment spread through him. it felt like he had won the lottery, knowing that you were peacefully sleeping next to him as his girlfriend.

sweater weather “confessions” 🥹

sweater ☆ riki nishimura

☆ non-idol! bf! riki x fem! reader ☆ summary: when riki doesn't recognize a sweater that you're wearing, he gets insecure. ☆ genre: fluff, hurt-comfort ☆ warning(s)? insecurities and cheating briefly mentioned ☆ word count: 1.0k ☆ reblogs and comments are appreciated! also this was such a big trend in 2020 in the haikyuu fandom my god

“What the fuck, dude?!”

You head whipped around to see your boyfriend frowning on your bed.

It was another one of those nights.

Riki and you would stay together all night, either to study or just fool around. It was deeper into the night now. You had just gotten out of the shower, changing into one of your dad’s oversized sweaters that miscellaneously made its way into your laundry. You liked the way that it fit, draping over you comfortably.

You were peacefully doing your skincare routine when Riki’s outburst interrupted you.

With half-applied moisturizer, you cocked a brow at him, looking at your boyfriend over you shouldes.

“What happened?”

The wide scowl that broke out on Riki’s features was alarming. His brows knitted together and his lips curled. Riki let out an offended scoff, throwing his phone aside and jumping to his feet. He paced toward you with vigor, grabbing onto your shoulders.

“You know what you did, and you’re just going to act like you did nothing–?”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Riki?” You clutched boyfriend’s shoulders, slowly pushing him away.

He didn’t move. His large hands squeezed your shoulders, his face contorting. Anyone would think that Riki’s face was painted with anger, but you knew better.

He was confused.

And distraught.

Riki sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, fingers brushing against the hem of your sweater.

For him, the issue was your sweater.

He’d never seen it before. 

These days, Riki was feeling insecure.

All throughout high school, you were endlessly popular. Riki would be lying if he said he never felt a tad insecure. There were so many guys that still pined after you. So many guys that were ten times smarter than him. So many guys that were endlessly kinder than him. So many guys that had perfect temperaments and maturity. After all, why would you, the prettiest, smartest, strongest, and most perfect girl in the entire world, want to stay with someone as crass and needy as him?

Sometimes, words got to him. Those that knew about your relationship talked. And they never seemed to fully approve of the two of you being together.

She deserves better, was always the first thing that came out of their mouths.

And sometimes Riki agreed.

The thought of someone else holding you, someone touching you and kissing your lips, someone getting to gaze into your eyes and whisper those three words from their heart to you made Riki feel sick to his stomach. 

But he couldn’t help but feel inferior. Maybe someone else would be better for you.

So when he saw you wearing a sweater that he didn’t recognize, Riki’s insecurities got the best of him. You didn’t wear sweaters often, and if you did, it was always his. His sweaters were distinctly too big for you, always being oversized.

Which was why Riki’s mind ran wild.

Where did you get that oversized sweater if it wasn’t Riki’s?

And more importantly, who did it belong to?

“I know I’m not good enough for you,” Riki grumbled, “But you could’ve told me before you went off with another guy.”

“Wait, what?”

Riki looked down. If he looked you in the eye, he’d probably start crying. 

He didn’t respond.

“Riki, what are you talking about?” Your hand gently came up to grasp his cheek, which he pulled away from. “‘Went off with another guy’? What are you even saying?”

When he finally looked at you, you saw the hot tears that were lining his eyes. He pushed your hand away, quickly wiping his eyes.

You pushed him onto the bed, sinking down onto his lap. You caressed his cheek. 

“I’m not going to leave you, Baby,” you said. “I mean, there’s no one that I could ever like as much as you.”

You brought your fingers up to his eyes, gently pressing his eyes shut. Then, you leaned in to kiss his eyelids, then his temples. With your fist, you softly knocked on his head. “I always wonder what’s going on in that head of yours.”

Riki didn’t say anything. Instead, he melted into your touch, sliding his arm around your torso, pulling you closer to him. 

“I love you, Riki, I hope you know that” you said into his ear. “So I don’t want you to cry anymore.”

“I wasn’t crying,” Riki mumbled against your shoulder.

“Sure, Baby,” you patted the back of his head. 

After a few moments of silence, you asked, “What made you think that I would leave you?”

“Your sweater. I hate it.”

You cocked a brow. “Why?”

“Looks like some other dude’s.”

You shared another silence.

You let out a small, ‘ah.’ Getting off of Riki’s lap, you fingered the hem of your sweater. Riki watched you as you disappeared into your closet, before reappearing with another sweater. Making sure that he was watching you, you began to pull the polyester fabric over your shoulders.

“Wh-What are you doing?!” Riki rushed to cover his eyes.

“Relax, you big baby.” 

Riki hid behind his hands, watching from the cracks in his fingers. Pulling off the sweater that you were currently wearing, you shrugged on another sweater.

It had blue and black stripes, reaching down to the middle of your thighs.

This time, Riki recognized it. It was his.

“There,” you gave him a boxy smile. “Even though that sweater was my dad’s, if you don’t like it, I won’t wear it.”

Riki’s jaw dropped, before waving his hands out in front of him. “Nonono!” he spluttered. “I was being stupid. You can wear whatever you want!”

You put your finger on your chin. “Hmmm, but I think I like your sweaters more.”

Years into the future, you never let Riki live down the fact that he got jealous over a sweater. Riki didn’t care, though. The only memory attached to that little incident worth living for was when you kissed him and said, “I love you.”

still one of my fav johnny fics on here, cause we all love protective bear suh 💕 ♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

kiss me, kiss me | jh.s

SYNOPSIS. Of course, the one time you decide to put yourself out there you end up with a creep for a date. Your older brother, Yuta, is out of town so his overprotective self can’t get your out of this mess. Jeno, your roommate, can’t either since he’s working a late shift. And to be honest, your best friend, Mark, looks far from intimidating. This all leaves you no choice but to rely on your brother’s best friend and your crush since the beginning of time, Johnny Suh. Great. 

PAIRING. older brother’s best friend!Johnny x (fem) Yuta’s little sister!reader GENRE. brother’s best friend!au, slightly suggestive, fluff (?) WORD COUNT. 3.8k+ WARNINGS. alcohol consumption, creepy date doesn’t understand that no means no, unsollicited touching, a lot of nicknames (johnny calls her “bunny” lol), making out (?), allusions to sex (no explicit content)

DISCLAIMER.This is work of fiction. I do not own the people/characters and concepts I have written about. You cannot translate or copy my work. 

You should’ve listened to your gut in the first place. Your gut never lied. And of course, the one time your stubborn self refused to listen to your gut, you ended up in an unfortunate situation. 

To be fair, the only reason you pushed yourself to go on dating apps was because you were the only one out of your friend group without a partner. For heaven’s sake, even Mark–your pathetic best friend who had almost zero game–had a girlfriend just in time for cuffing season. Your older brother, Yuta, had a partner as well. All bullshit aside, you were lonely. So fucking lonely. And it killed you.

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Succumb

pairing: religious studies teacher !kun x shape shifting succubus !reader

genre: smut

word count: 2071

warnings: kun is a religious studies teacher, corruption, unprotected sex (not that it matters, you’ll see why in the end), kun has sex with a demon, bruises, nail traces, some feelings of regret for engaging in the sexual act from Kun

This fic is part of @raibebe​ ‘s Neo CreaTures collab! 

succubus:  A succubus is a demon or supernatural entity in folklore, in female form, that appears in dreams to seduce men, usually through sexual activity. According to religious traditions, repeated sexual activity with a succubus can cause poor physical or mental health, even death.

It would hurt, were you human. You feel the rough texture of the stone wall behind you digging between the vertebrae of your back. It was Kun who pushed you up against it, his figure dark in the even darker alleyway you found yourselves in, but it was you who brought him up to this point.

You had been teasing him for the longest time with the electricity of your existence, fitting your shapely body in all the nooks and crannies of his boring everyday routine. He’d always catch you with the corner of his eye wherever he went, but the overwhelming feeling of this magnetic field surrounding you would reach him first. Kun wasn’t sure if it was really, physically you or just his obsessive thoughts of you slipping inside his conscience, but he did know that it drove him insane. And when you managed to enter his safe space, the small elementary school where he worked at, he knew immediately his human self control was way too fragile under the pressure of your seduction.

He closes the inching space between you, pressing slack jawed kisses on your neck. Your smell coils around him like suffocating rope, and he loves the feeling of having his breath taken away from his lungs. He heaves in the midst of the sweltering sin that swallows him as his hunger for your skin grows stronger and his kisses turn into bites. Ah yes, you can finally feel it. The power that slowly starts to run in the veiny paths that your bloodstream follows as he throws one inhibition after the other through the window. 

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LEGO HOUSE — j. changmin

pairing: ji changmin x fem! reader

genre: roommates au?, friends to lovers. hurt/comfort, angst, fluff. both hopelessly in love with each other. it's the readers birthday <3

wc: 1.5k

warnings: crying lol. nothing much ig 😭

a/n: thank u best friend @csenke for beta reading i love u the most 😚 this is inspired by that instagram post changmin posted yknow which one i mean..,,,. And also a pinterest post that I loosely quote in the first 2 paragraphs

spin-off (epilogue) to my fic partners in crime!

Ji Changmin was never looking for perfection. He likes wrinkles in his sheets, coffee stains at the side of his mugs. His hair a little wind-blown. The apartment a little messy when he comes home– socks on the floor of the shared bedroom, the dishes laying unwashed in the sink. The flowers in the vase wilted and all dried-out, petals falling to the wooden table. The cramped space of the kitchen, your hips bumping every time you try to cook something together for dinner. The dirty window staring back at him when he tries to look outside to the street. The mornings when he wakes up a little too early, alongside with your alarm, and watches you get up from the bed with a grumpy expression on your face– it’s always hard for him to fall back asleep on the days when you work the morning shifts and he does afternoons, but he doesn’t find it in him to be annoyed.

Ji Changmin was never looking for perfection. He likes your face– even with the presence of dark circles that appear after you’ve worked a little too much and slept not enough. The hair you leave in the bedsheets and all around the apartment, leaving him sweeping it up once a week. He likes the freckles on your back and the chapped skin of your lips when he studies them late at night, taking you in. He likes it when you leave a message for him in the foggy mirror after taking a shower, never complaining about the smudges of the reflective surface. 

He likes things a little messy. He likes things a little well-loved.

He never wanted a perfect life– he said goodbye to that ideal when he was just a little boy. All he ever wanted was something better. Something more. His own place, away from all the prying eyes and expectations. Something beyond his reputation. He never wanted perfection– he knew life wasn’t that fair.

You were both so young when you behaved 25– now, he realized, you’ve grown into tall children. 

Ji Changmin unlocks the front door of your shared apartment at 7 in the morning after coming home from his night shift. In his hand is a cardboard box, and after discarding the pack of cigarettes onto the little table in the hallway and fishing for his lighter, he opens it and takes the little candle in between his fingertips. A click, spark, then a flame, the candle being stuck back into the white icing. Taking his shoes off, the box is back in his hands as he takes careful steps inside of the kitchen, knowing you’ll be there already, awaiting his arrival.

That’s the routine you two have. You only work morning shifts– Changmin, on the other hand, does both afternoons and mornings, and once a month, a week of night shifts. He comes home the moment you wake up for work and you silently say hello to each other in the quiet of your apartment. You got the place together after you ran away– one bedroom, one bathroom. Getting a lease was easier as a pretend couple, but somewhere deep inside of his soul, Changmin knew you were so much more.

Your back is turned to him, shoulders hunched over. The room is dark, the only light providing you two being the low light of the rising sun behind the window. He’s sure you heard his footsteps, but he still clears his throat and puts on a show for you, lowly singing the birthday song to you. When you turn around to look at him, the note he left at the kitchen table for you before he left for work in the evening is secured in your grasp and tears are dripping down your cheeks– a little by little, then all at once, like a waterfall, overwhelmed with emotion.

Changmin imagines today to not be easy for you. It’s your first birthday without family. You’re turning into an adult, with no supervision at all. There’s no one to reminisce over how tall you’ve grown and how much your face has changed over the years– only him. Only him and the lump in his throat as he watches you crumble in front of him, helpless. 

“Blow the candle out, it’s starting to drip on the icing–” he says, having you laugh and shake your head at him. It works, though– as you take a step towards him and do as he says, closing your eyes momentarily to wish for something. Changmin won’t ask what your wish was, but he could probably guess.

“Happy birthday, dear,” he mumbles, putting the cake and the box onto the kitchen table– just next to the mug stain in the corner. 

“Thank you,” he hears before your arms are thrown around his neck, chest on chest. You hold on to him for dear life, your nose burrowing into the crook of his shoulder. He gently cradles the back of your head, fingers slowly raking through your hair. His heart squeezes on itself when he feels your body tremble in his hold, making him try his hardest to calm you down. “For everything, that is. For sticking with me.”

Not every day will be easy– Changmin knew what he was getting himself into. It’s okay for you to walk on unsteady ground, though, it’s okay for you to look behind your shoulder after every step of the way. It’s okay for your world to break and crumble under your feet– Changmin will keep the pieces of you safe, like a building kit, and help you put them back up together again, the way they were before, like a lego house. Truth is, he doesn’t really have a tutorial or a guide, he doesn’t own a reference picture to how you were before everything– he met you at a very strange point in your lives– and so you might end up in a shape you didn’t have before. But that’s okay, because you’re back in one place– and although it may look and feel a little awkward at first, you will get used to it. You will grow to love it– just like he does. The new shape of you has character– it shows what you’ve been through. And that is fine. Beautiful, even. 

He’ll love the new shape of you just the same way he loved the previous one. Maybe even more– since now, he has his hand in it. He’ll love it more gently. More deeply, as well. He’ll love the new structure as it grows, and he’ll love it even with its missing pieces and imperfections. He never once gave up on you, and he would never dream of doing that now.

“Always,” he whispers.

You pull away from him, but still stay within reach. Your hands rest on his cheeks, thumbs glazing his cheekbones. The boy feels his breathing catch in his throat, wordlessly awaiting your next move. Looking at you almost always puts him into a trance, but today, he feels almost enchanted with your sheer presence. He feels grateful for your existence– he guesses this is the sentimentality parents feel on their children’s birthdays. He knows he’s not really the one you’d like to hear the words from, but he says them anyway. “I’m really proud of you.”

It happens without him even noticing– you standing on your tiptoes, answering the heart’s calling. The chapped lips he’s spent countless nights watching are pressed against him, a reply to the wandering question in his brain of how they would feel against his. He breathes you in: all of you. All of your worries and your troubles, all of your joys and your smiles– of which you press one against his lips, making his knees weak and heart beating raw in the palms of your hands.

You’re like everything he’s ever dreamt of and more. Somehow, he thinks this bond was there in the stars for him, written into his fate. He was bound to meet you, one way or another– and if he could turn back time, he’d do the same things, over and over again, just to end up in this moment with you. 

To an outsider’s eye, what you two have is not perfect, but he was never looking for perfection anyway.

Perhaps, he thinks, perfection is relative. Perhaps, this is what defines perfection for him: you two in your shared kitchen, holding each other, your birthday cake and the handwritten note he left for you watching you take another leap together– and truth be told, he doesn’t even know when it all happened. For him, falling in love with you went without him even noticing– a little by little, then all at once. One day, he was poking fun at you in the familiarity of the police office, and suddenly, he did all he could just to protect you.

(As long as I’m alive, you will always be loved.

Happy birthday to the best partner in crime life I could ever wish for.)