Youre Not Friends But Youre Not Dating Either Trope With Sunghoon

you’re not friends but you’re not dating either trope with sunghoon

sunghoon’s SUPER introverted ass won’t say shit but he will be like:

quietly holds your hand without hesitation and puts it in his pocket when he sees that you’re cold

tell you dad jokes and make puns because he’s cool like that 😎

when he sees that you’re sad, he’ll pull you in a hug or if you’re both sitting, he’ll put his head atop yours

“pyeonyuuuukkkkk” he’s going crazy and that’s his safe word

he lets out his creepy giggles that spooks you but you’re crazier because you join him too

“lets apply to be baristas because I wanna make your coffees!”

“lets go have some teas!”

“look at me, i’m from the historical age” he jokes as he wears his hanbok and practices calligraphy

takes you on a golf date to show off but he sucks

because he is taller than you, he’d purposely tiptoe to get on your nerves when he takes your stuff

“lets go see got7!” flashing you got7 tickets

“my best friend is jake, but that doesn’t mean I dont have extra space for you in my heart” he’d softly say

he’d lend you his shoulder so you can nap on the bus, taxi, or train

he’d snake his hand near yours just so he can hold it

“hold my hands so I can help you skate” an excuse he’d say to hold your hands

he would take pictures of you sleeping

he would take blurred pictures of you two

“come, do the jiggle jiggle trend with me~”

slowly inch his way towards your side of the couch and then leans down to lay his head on your lap and plays on his phone

loves it when you run your fingers through his hair and falls asleep to the feeling

“I make good coffee, right?”

“jay can cook but I make delicious coffee, right?”

“yes sunghoon, you make the best coffee”

randomly peck your cheeks when you two take selfies because he can

Reassurance - Jongho

find more content here: ateez masterlist  ↬ summary: sometimes, little words does the trick and all you really needed was a good long hug ↬ tags: idol/ non-idol! au, gn! reader, a healthy relationship! ↬ word count: 308 words

“My love…?” 

Jongho’s thoughts of whipping up dinner immediately dissipated, and he gave his fullest attention to you. He quickly kicked off his shoes, crossing the living room in 3 quick strides. The groceries could wait, whatever you had to say definitely shouldn’t. 

He sat down beside you on the couch, eyes genuinely searching yours. “Yes?” 

“I feel like…I haven’t got the most reassurance from you today.” You fidgeted with the quilt in your hands, tucking your legs towards you. Your gaze was downcast as you hurriedly explained your sudden statement. 

“I mean I understand you’re busy and I’m busy too. I just—” 

“Come here.” Jongho opened his arms and you curled up in his lap without a moment of hesitation. Taking in a deep breath, he lightly rocked you back and forth, stroking your back as he did.  

“I’m sorry you didn’t get enough love today.” He peppered kisses all over your face, those feather-light ones that he knew would make you smile. Pulling away from each other, he pressed one last kiss on your lips. 

“You’ve been there for me through my tough times, so let me be here for you too. Is there any way I can make it up to you?” 

“I had a long day, and…I don’t really want to talk about it. So…just hold me, please.” You leaned towards him and he tightly wrapped his arms around you. 

“Yeah, of course.”

Together, in serene stillness, sat the two of you in your own little bubble. Jongho was more than willing to be that pillar of support, just as you have been for him when he was struggling. 

“Let’s just lie here for a little longer.” Since his beloved was asking, Jongho definitely couldn’t refuse. Sitting back against the couch, he cuddled you, not letting you go. 

Yeah, the groceries can definitely wait.

“what’s there not to love about you?”

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pairing: bf! wonwoo x gn! reader 

↬ tags: non-idol! au, mentions about insecurity (or indecisivenss), a very whipped wonwoo who loves you dearly 

summary:wonwoo loves a lot of things about you, even when you couldn’t see it 

word count: 344 words

a/n: hello everyone ! this certainly has been really long hiatus but i’m back in business with something small to kickstart my return <3 please enjoy 

wonwoo was not expressive when showing his love in any way. 

did that mean he loved you any less? no. 

he quietly loved you with all of his heart, over and over again. he memorized all of your features, your little quirks. he penned down the moments you made his heart flutter, wrote poems about your never-ending affection. 

here he was, patiently waiting for you to get ready for the date he had planned. “look at my fit!” (a/n: yes, i’m referencing this off dino, true blue carats yall know what’s up.) 

you burst out of the toilet, eyes seeking wonwoo’s affirmation, body never seeming to be stationary as you twirled around for him to see. 

wonwoo lifted his gaze from his phone, the corners of his lips curving upwards into that beautiful smile you knew by heart. he sat up straighter on the bed, scooting over to the edge of the bed, “you’re absolutely lovely, my dear.” 

not a second later you backtracked into the toilet, before frowning at your reflection and wonwoo mirrored your expression. “do you think it looks good? like does it suit me or should I change out?” 

“i love how it fits you. you shouldn't need to conform yourself to fit anything you wish to wear.” 

(wonwoo always knew what to say to combat your insecurities. he was practically your knight in shining armor, fending off any negative thoughts about yourself.) 

“look at me.” you spun around, turning face to face with wonwoo who had his phone out, his fingers strategically placed on his screen to take a picture. 

“...wonwoo, did you just take a picture of me?” 

his tell-tale grin gave it away and he pocketed his phone, pausing to wholeheartedly speak, “i love you. come here my love.” 

“you love a lot of things about me.” you quipped back, making your way into his opened embrace. lightly squeezing him, you circled your arms around his waist and pulled him closer to you. 

wonwoo’s heart skipped a beat, “what’s there not to love about you? you’re worth me loving.” 

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❣︎ ⎯⎯ that’s “baby” to you .

PAIRING ! nishimura riki x reader // GENRE ! fluff // WC. ! 0.5k

PROMPT(S) ! 11. calling them nicknames ;; 30. laying their head on the other’s shoulder // requested by a lovely anon <3 // 2k followers event

A/N. ! ok !! i was able to force this out of my system in the midst of this writer’s block. i hope it turned out ok 😭 i’d love to hear your thoughts on it after <3

“hey! nishimura!” you shouted from across the room from the kitchen to your boyfriend who laid with his limbs sprawled out on the couch. 

his head perked up at the sudden use of the name. he hadn’t heard it leave your lips since before you started dating him, now resorting to using names like baby, love, or even just your first names (which was used mostly around other people, because he was very shy when it came to any form of pda). 

he sat up urgently, a look of playful frustration displayed upon his features, “what did you just call me?”

“what?” you bluffed. “i don’t recall saying anything out of the ordinary.”

he furrowed his brows at you before standing up and quickly walking towards you as you continued pouring yourself and riki some juice. 

he stopped walking once he made it behind you. and before doing anything more, he pressed his palms onto the counter, leaning in close by your ear before saying in a low voice, “what did you call me? say it again, i dare you.”

you paused, hesitating before you let out in a tiny voice laced with a slight guilt, “nishimura.”

suddenly, squeals and giggles filled the room as your boyfriend’s hands made their way to your sides, tickling you as you struggled to let protests escape your lips. 

“riki, stop!” you managed to make out through your helpless fits of laughter. 

and immediately, his hands dropped, “what did you just call me?”

you groaned, turning around, faces just inches apart before letting out a chuckle and smiling innocently, “nothing.”

“y-“

“baby!” you exclaimed before he could even begin. “i said baby, baby.”

he narrowed his eyes at you, very obviously trying to hide his growing smile. 

you smirked before turning back to face the counter and continued pouring your juice. 

and immediately, you felt a weight on your shoulder and arms wrapping around your waist. 

“riki! you almost made me spill the juice!”

you felt his hold loosen from around your body. 

“love!” you quickly corrected. “love, you almost made me spill the juice.”

and his grip tightened around you once again. 

“you’re so petty,” you told him, shaking your head with a playful grin on your lips. 

“no,” he argued as you began backing up, causing him to do the same to give you some space, placing the juice back in the fridge. 

“yes, you are,” you told him, taking the cups you had just poured and began making your way back to the couch. 

“i am not!” he protested, placing his hands on your shoulders and lightly shaking them as he followed you. 

“riki! i have glasses of juice in my hands!” you squealed. 

“riki?” he gave you a look of disgust. 

“yes, riki,” you told him proudly. “that’s what you get for being petty.”

“i love you?” he said, phrasing it as more of a question to sweeten up to you. 

“thanks,” you responded, sipping your juice. 

he gave you a flat expression. 

“i’m just kidding,” you turned to him with a smile on your face. “i love you too, baby.”

you pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, and a grin rose to his lips before turning his head quickly and placing a kiss on your lips.

A/N. i struggled to end this one if you couldn’t tell sndjdjdj lol

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genre: nct imagine, fluff

pairing: boyfriend!mark x gn!reader

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summary: slightly jealous mark lee, and a phone conversation with jeno.

picking at the couch absentmindedly, you stifled a yawn, halfway listening to jeno’s rant about yangyang’s carelessness when it comes to laundry, a slight smile on your face at his own hypocrisy.

“so, what are you up to?” he asked, his tangent of the day seemingly done with, as yangyang’s voice in the background became clearer through the silence.

“just—“ you wavered, taking a look towards the kitchen at mark’s sandwich-making, his tongue pressed to his cheek in focus. “hanging with the bro.”

“ah, the bro—“ jeno responded, the amusement in his voice clear.

“dude, i’m your boyfriend.” mark corrected, giving you an unimpressed look from behind the countertop.

at that you only rolled your eyes, putting a finger to your lips before going back to your phone conversation.

“uh-oh,” you heard, practically hearing the smirk in jeno’s voice. “tell the bro i said hi.”

“i heard that!” mark shouted, cursing as his sandwich bread dropped onto the floor at his outburst. smiling sheepishly at you, he dove down to retrieve it, disappearing behind the white marble.

“you’re terrible.” you murmured, shaking your head in mock disapproval at your phone as jeno smiled to himself, pleased at just how easy it was to rile mark up when it comes to you.

Fuck, you should have worn a coat.

The city breeze at night is freezing on your bare arms and slightly exposed shoulders and, even though only a thin sliver of your ankles is visible between the top of your shoes and the bottom of your jeans, you legs are stiff with cold.

You've been ignoring it as best you can because the city is beautiful. The team's behaving for once--an impressive feat since the entire men's national team is out together--and you're having fun. The last thing you want to do is abandon the evening but as another shiver spasms down your back you might have you.

Your arms are wrapped around yourself.

Your shoulders are hunched.

You swear every inch of skin is prickled with goosebumps.

"Okay guys," the waver in your voice drawing everyone's attention at once, "I'm gonna head home."

"What?"

"No!"

"Ya can't leave us now," Atsumu whines. "We haven't even made it ta tha lounge yet."

"I know," you lament, "but I'm freezing and forgot--"

No less than three jackets, a sports coat, and a sweater are offered before you finish, a testament to the generous, considerate athletes on your team which makes it so much more awkward when you're forced to refuse.

It's not that you're ungrateful.

You appreciate these men and their generosity more than you can say and it's not that you're averse to wearing something that belongs to any of them specifically it's just

the materials.

You're particular about what you wear.

It's not easy to explain how the slip and slide of something makes your skin crawl. Or how the sound of certain fabric rubbing against itself makes you nauseous or how sometimes you can feel every fizzle of static gradually building up until you can't move without the clothing sticking to you.

So how do you explain this without seeming arrogant or hurting someone's feelings?

Before you can panic any further there's a flump and something drops on your head.

Confused and wary you lift it up to see "Tobio?"

"It's 100% cotton." His stare is flat. Unjudging. "That's the only thing you wear, right?"

"How do you...know that..." Your brow dips.

"Your Adlers gear was always a different material than ours." Kageyama shrugs. "Hirugami said it was because you had sensory issues."

Everyone else is blocked by his hoodie still draped over your head so you're not self-conscious about the flattered smile you give him.

The small tilt of his own smile in return makes your heart flutter.

"Come on," he says gesturing to the group that's started to walk away. "Now you can stay out with us."

"Yeah." You're still smiling when you put his hoodie on and try not to make it too obvious how much you enjoy everything about it.

The warmth.

The smell.

The size and material.

The fact that he dressed more casually than everyone else

just so he could give you his sweatshirt.