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kotoplasm · 3 years

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𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲:. 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗯𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗯𝗼𝗸𝘂𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂

synposis. boxer!bokuto wants to spend the holidays with you after promising you that he'd make it memorable, which you hadn't expected would end becoming so ironical.

warnings::..; fluff (as usual).

bokuto was watching as your hands worked on the thin sliver of vermillion, tapered ends pricking the soft flesh wrapped around his wrist.

you've been at it for a five minutes now, sat on his lap on the sofa, leaving his eyes to wander from the mantlepiece to a picture frame then to you again.

it was odd. he asked you again, "what are you doing?" but you never answered with a comprehensible answer. instead you either nodded, mumbled something incoherent or remained silent.

was it payback for yesterday?

he hadn't replied to your message after finishing his match so instead of coming home to your voice, he was met with your sleeping figure on the couch, the tv replaying the highlights of his fight with his recent opponent (you couldn't pronounce the name).

frankly he was glad that you weren't awake. the medics on sight hadn't been able to stitch him up properly like usual as his main objective was to get back to you as soon as possible as he knew you would've been worried.

"it's just a scratch don't worry about it," he told you with a grin that he knew was due to the adrenaline from the wound. applying a little pressure to it caused him to let out a slur of hisses and curses to which you frowned, now glaring at him.

"it's just a little scratch?"

"it'll heal in a few days."

"you said that last time, and that bruise is still on your back kou."

"but it's faded!" and then he shows you, lifting his sleeve up to reveal the bruise that was still indeed there, now shifting between pink and red.

you didn't speak properly for the rest of the day, only speaking briefly during meal times and during the night.

when morning came you were already gone, leaving a note on the fridge briefly mentioning how you left home early to study the cranium somewhere in the library.

guess she's still mad at me huh....?

he feels a final tug and you're done, tying a final loop to finish.

"are you finally ready to tell me what it is that you've tied on my wrist?" he murmurs. it's a slur of words but it's loud enough for you to understand. "maybe what's on your mind as well?"

the stitches were still there, poking in and out of his skin. was it painful? of course it was. or else he wouldn't wince everytime he stretched that particular muscle or when you hugged him a little too tightly.

"i used to watch my mum tie something similar around my dad's wrist. in her culture, it symbolises safety or rather reinforces it whenever he left the country," you mutter into his shoulder, slightly adjusting your arms around his neck.

he knew where you were going with the answer. afterall, you've already tried to convince him to change his career choice. you never were quite content with the idea of watching your boyfriend's jaw turning slack after a clean right hook or watching his body lurch forward after a hefty punch.

"we've had this conversation so many times y/n. nothing is going to happen to me. i can promise you that much," he tries reassuring you but his words fall short when he feels something wet against his clothing.

"you don't know what will happen."

"kou it's dangerous."

"and it always will be. but i can handle the pain!"

you shoot up immediately, glaring at him. almost instantly, you press his abdonem, watching as his face contorts into one of discomfort, pain, irritance.

"what if the marks you get become much worse than this one? what if you'll have to get surgery?!"

"y/n it wo—"

"but it could! kou if you didn't get up after that last match you had, what do you think would have happened? i can't even watch your matches properly because i'm too busy worrying whether you're going to come through that door without any fatal inflictions or not!"

"i mean i get it. it's your dream. and i want to support you. but if you didn't get up that last time, i-i don't know what i would've done. i honestly wouldn't."

you're shaking. he grabs your hands, spreading the tips of your fingers across his calloused palms.

"you know what i'm working towards," he says. you nod.

"i can just get another job. i'm already managing everything else." he shakes his head.

"no. you're in your final year of college and you're graduating in a few months. not to mention exams. having to balance another job is going to be nothing but counterproductive.... did i use that word correctly?"

"...yes..." you fail to stop the small smile gracing your features. "you did."

"i just want to get to a point where i can be home more and finally find a better appartment to rent, away from that landlord who doesn't know what privacy or personal space is."

"i know but," you drag on the last syllables of the sentence. "that still doesn't stray from the fact that you'll get hurt."

"don't forget about this!" and he draws your attention to the ribbon on his wrist, tied by yours truly. "as long as i have this, i'll always find my way back to you, regardless of whatever shape i'll be in."

"do you really believe in that?"

your foreheads connect, breaths entangled and lips just merely a few millimetres away.

"well your father's still in that old couch of his so what's the harm in believing?"

a small kiss goes a long way as he's leaning forward to connect them, taking in your sweet scent. his thumb massages circles into your cheeks, pulling you closer as minutes pass.

he never truly appreciates just how much he loves having you in his arms, skin to skin contact giving him a sense of security and domesticity.

bokuto wonders how long he'll have to wait. you were both pretty young, too young in fact to get married (that's what you told him when he asked you what your answer would be if he got down on one knee and proposed at that instant.

"so it's not a no?" he asks.

"it's a, 'i'll say yes when we get a little older and you're much more certain on the idea of marriage,' bokuto koutarou."

the kiss falls short when you pull away slowly, lips still savouring the taste in a fixed pucker.

"you'll be back before christmas won't you?"

"if there aren't any surprise matches then i think so. even if there are, i'll just refuse and tell them that i need to spend some time with my s/o for the holidays."

"you don't have t—"

"no i want to. i want to spend christmas with you, right on this couch, doing the festive stuff that couples do. i'm not going to let my dreams get in the way of something that i cherish just as much."

when he sees that you've cheered up a little, he finally crawls away from your lap, fixing himself up to embark on his journey to the west. the train would arrive at the station in just a few minutes if there were no delays.

he's grabbing his suitcase and just about in the corridor up until he's facing you, wrapped in one of the blankets that were usually lying around on the couches.

he just wanted to be in your arms one more time as soon as possible.

"i'll text you when i get on the train." you nod. "and i'll call you before the match." you nod again. "and if the landlord comes around again, tell him that he should pass anything through me. i don't like the idea of that guy being so close to you during checkups and—"

"okay kou! just get going before you're late!" you're laughing now, eyes strained with fatigue. another kiss is shared, just a quick one involving bokuto pressing your cheeks together to peck them one last time.

"you'll get some sleep as well won't you?"

"yeah i'll try." which wasn't going to happen of course. you couldn't rest without knowing the outcomes of his matches. "i love you."

"i love you too." a grin wider than most was the last thing you remember seeing before he disappeared, leaving you to watch the tv one last time, basking in the emptiness that came with living with a boxer partner.

it got lonely sometimes. but you remember the red ribbon and how it's served its function for the generations that have passed.

the tv rumbles after an hour. a couple of pillows are stacked to supply comfort; a few blankets are wrapped around your body for heat.

the announcer introduces his opponent, another light heavyweight with hair that spiked up precariously. kou appears soon after, his silver and black tips falling over his eyes.

before the match starts, he looks straight into the camera to raise his left hand, the ribbon you tied making an appearance. the camera zooms into it. you laugh.

the look he gives wasn't to any of his viewers or the headlines would have said something. he's telling you that he'll be fine. to trust that he will.

so you do. the pillow in your arms is clutched tighter as the match starts. you're on edge but you try and calm your nerves. he was a reigning champion afterall.

you had faith in him as he did in you.

and sometimes that was enough to put your mind at ease.

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lilolilyrae · 4 years

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Be my Valentine

Read on ao3

Good Omens (Aziraphale/Crowley) - nonbinary Crowley, post-almost apocalypse, domestic fluff, established, very light angst

1.2k words | rated Gen, no warnings

♥ ♥ ♥

Valentine's day is coming up!

While all over London- all over the world, in fact- couples are already discussing the should we or should we not celebrate it, are we giving gifts or just doing something together, Crowley and Aziraphale didn't really talk about celebrating it at all.

Aziraphale knows that the popular modern style of the holiday with many pinks and hearts isn't really Crowley style, so he guesses that it probably isn't their favorite holiday, either. He doesn't want to push the demon into doing something they don't want to do- they've had enough of that for a lifetime.

On the other hand, it is always very nice to do something for Crowley, show them that they deserve it... And not doing anything on the day most everyone else does something for or with their significant other just seems wrong.

In the end, Aziraphale figures that he can just do something nice without telling the demon what it is about.

How about going to a restaurant- the Ritz, it's fancy enough to fit to the special day, and it is somewhere they've been to before, so Crowley won't think something's up. Plus, it's filled with all kinds of dressed up people on dates on a normal day, so it probably won't be too different on valentine's.

Crowley, meanwhile, makes plans of their own.

They don't talk to Aziraphale about them, either- they don't know whether the angel arrived in this century enough to notice the meaning of holiday, he definitely hasn't said anything about it...

Whatever, a little forced learning by doing never hurt nobody, right?

Crowley themselves likes valentine's day. First because of the consumerism, second because of the way relationships tend to be destroyed on the very day of love, of course. They are a demon after all.

For them and Aziraphale, though, they are willing to do it properly- no crazy capitalistic gifts, no arguments, definitely no public proposals.

Just love. Doing something for their angel.

Deciding to celebrate valentine's day was easy- choosing what exactly to do, not so much. What does the angel like that he doesn't already have?

Mornings. Aziraphale likes mornings.

Finally, the fourteenth of February comes around.

The sun is slowly rising.

Crowley didn't sleep at all the night before- not because they had that much to prepare, but because the other option would have been to get up extra early. And Crowley hates getting up early.

Well, they hate getting u, period, and they especially hate a) alarm clocks and b) getting up without having had a healthy amount of time to wake up naturally. Jumping out of bed the way the angel does even if he did sleep instead of reading all night would leave Crowley all shivery and in a very bad mood.

Thus, no sleep that night.

They hope Aziraphale didn't notice that something is up- they still sometimes spend the night apart, but it's gotten seldom, in fact the last time Crowley spent a night at Aziraphale's place was weeks ago now. Little time for an immortal, of course, but still- they notice the passing of time, seconds, minutes, days, the same way humans do.

Meanwhile, Aziraphale is getting antsy.

The reservation at the Ritz is for dinner, so there's plenty of time for Crowley to arrive before he has to go and drag them over, but still- he doesn't want to end up having to do this, and Crowley isn't a stranger to sleeping for days, so...

And Crowley didn't go home with him last night, but to their flat instead.

They haven't done this in weeks, and not in months without an explanation.

What if Crowley knows that it is valentine's day, suspects what Aziraphale is planning and is avoiding him on purpose?

Or worse, much worse, what if Aziraphale got it all wrong and the demon really likes the holiday and is now sulking because they think Aziraphale doesn't want to celebrate it with them?

He hopes not...

Aziraphale is almost ready to storm out the door and go to Crowley's flat. Still, he forces himself to stay calm. It's six am. Crowley isn't awake for hours yet anyway, so they definitely wouldn't have had time to come over. He should just sit back, make a cup of hot chocolate... And stop nervously twisting his hands.

Sitting down, Aziraphale takes a book from the coffee table and opens it at the marked page.

After a while he realises that he hasn't read a single word.

Right then the doorbell chimes- huh? Who's at the bookstore so early in the morning?

Crowley, apparently! And in his hands-

"Are those- red roses, dearest? For me?"

"Well, I'm not just carrying them around for the postman?! Ngk. Just take them, Angel..."

Aziraphale takes the beautiful flowers with a delighted smile and blushes sweetly when Crowley presses an awkward peck to his cheek before sauntering inside.

"What's this about, my dear? I didn't think you celebrated valentine's day."

"Oh, so you do know what today is? Good, saves me the explanation. Well. Course I only celebrated it with temptations before, making people spend too much money or demand too much from their partners or whatever, but. That was before, right? And now I'm with you, properly, and I've never been with anyone before but I know you gotta do something nice for them on valentine's, so, ugh- angel, say something, I'm done monologuing here!"

Aziraphale laughs and pulls Crowley into a fierce hug before leaning back and pressing a kiss to their lips.

"I love you, Crowley, my dearest, thank you!" he smiles down at the flowers. "I'll get a vase for my present..."

"They're just flowers, not your present." Crowley grumbles.

"Oh, because a demon doesn't give presents?" Aziraphale laughs and turns away to find a vase before halting mid-motion. "Wait. You didn't say not a present, you said not your present- what is my present, then?"

"Well, you like mornings and you like food, so I figured a picnic in the park while there aren't many people yet, which reminds me, we should get going if we-"

Aziraphale interrupts them with a gasp when he realises what time it is.

"Oh, Crowley, you shouldn't have! You got up so early just for me? I'm surprised you even woke at your alarm!"

"I absolutely should have" Crowley grumbles, shifting awkwardly on the spot. "And I didn't get up early, I just didn't go to sleep."

Aziraphale laughs heartily at that before turning around and searching for a vase.

"Oh, my dear fellow, that is so very you! I must say, a picnic sounds delightful right now- we'll have a very food driven day then, as I got us reservations for the Ritz tonight!"

Crowley blinks owlishly at him.

"What? Why"

Aziraphale puts the flowers into the water.

"Because it's valentine's day, of course! Did you think I hadn't planned anything?"

Crowley just shakes their head and takes Aziraphale's hand.

"Whatever. Now come on, angel- I've got a good basket in the car."

"A food basket! Delightful!"

"You're so easy to please" Crowley snorts, walking outside with the angel in tow.

"Oh, as if you are any better- I bet I could just get you the wine they serve at the Ritz without any restaurant at all and you would be entranced!"

Crowley tilts their head. They can't deny that without lying, and they aren't ever lying to their angel.

"th'Ritz is nice, though" they say before opening the passenger door of the Bentley for Aziraphale.

"Oh thank you! And it is, isn't it? Oh, don't drive so fast, dearest, just because there aren't many people out so early doesn't mean- Crowley! You almost hit that traffic light, and I mean hit it physically not run a red light, you do that all the time anyways!"

"Oh, come on, you know the Bentley would never" Crowley grumbles, but obediently reduces the speed to 70mph. Because it's valentine's day.

♥ ♥ ♥

Written for @ineffablehusbandsweek 's Ineffable Husbands Week Challenge, previously posted on ao3!

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shinkookiefanfiction · 5 years

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SHE'S MY NOONA

Chapter 23

It was in the evening and Min ah was outside at the door waiting for Jungkook. When she saw the manager and director coming on their way in which she hid.

"So about my proposal did you tell your niece about It?" The director who was my uncle's childhood friend asked " Well she needed time." " but I thought that is what she wanted since she was young...isn't that her dream?" The woman asked " you know somethings just need time...I can give all the time in the world for her...if she needs time I guess she has her reasons."

Min ah's p.o.v

I managed to over hear what my uncle was talking with the director " Well i guess she changes her mind fast...you know she can't be here for long." The woman continued asking about the boy's progress.

" I'm glad you talked well about your boys, they are leading soon enough they'll be able to achieve their goal and dream of being known internationally...mostly that young boy Jungkook I can sense he really has the passion." " yah what are you saying both of them are really passionate they cannot live without eachother....teamwork." uncle cried

It was true my kookie was really passionate with his talent. I envied him so much just by recalling how he performed at the studio it was really charming, I guess this is what kept him alive. " but manager Park watch out for your boys..in order for that dream to come alive you know that they must not do anything stupid...such as dating, drugs and.." " yah! How can you say that? They are BANGTANG BOYS they always know what they want." Uncle laughed it off making me think of Jungkook.

" even though as the director, I need to be responsible you know what happened to the other disbanded boys...they were almost close to their goals...I'm just warning you because it seems your boys aren't themselves." She cried seriously leaving.

I stayed for a moment till Jungkook appeared wearing his mask and a heavy jacket since it was snowing and cold. I was happy to see him " did I make you wait long enough?" He nagged me cutely making me smile " aniyo it was just for a while...even if it was long for you I can wait even years." I cried.

Just when he held my hand it felt really cold " aish why do i feel cold?" I felt him pressing my hands tight " hey if we are dating you can hold my hands any time since I'm yours." I smiled at him also giving me a killer smile. " lets go home." He said dragging me to the van.

We drove till home and there we were each standing in his and her own door waiting for who to make a move. Then by suprise he got in first, I was really angry weren't we suppose to have our first date today? Now he's the one to leave first....I really hate it.

I sadly opened the door when his door suddenly bust open and he approached me with his hands from behind. " Jungkook." I muttered to myself removing some bouquet of white roses "For our first date...let our love for eachother be pure and a happy long lasting love just like this flowers." He handed them out as we lightly held hands with a cute smile.

He then took me covering my eyes and directed me somewhere I didn't know. I bet it was inside his home my cheeks blush thinking of something else.

After we reached somewhere he finally uncovered me and there stood a well decorated table with drinks and wine. It was a romantic candlelight dinner that no one has ever done for me, it was beautiful.

"What do you think?" He asked me which i was speachless but to hug him for what he did "wh..at's wrong is it bad?" He asked worried " kumaoh for being my boyfriend." I cried thinking the fact of what manager Park said earlier.

He then hugged me back as that night I felt the warm embrace from my sweet boyfriend who was my star among other stars " I'm the one who should thank you Min ah, for forgiving me where ever I made you cry and chose to be with me." He said

We then sat down and started our own date it was really awesome and nice " yah when did you get time to do this arrange everything?" I asked as he served some food on our table. " I asked someone for help she's a close friend of mine." He snapped

So he has many female friends and he's talking about her infront of his girlfriend. " Ooh so you have a female friend." " ne just like you and v my hyung." He said.

Is he jealous? Did he also realize that " yah v is just my friend just like you with your other hyungs." " I know that but I hate it when you treat him like his your boyfriend." Aish he's really cute when he frowns " don't worry Tae already gave up on me since we love eachother. " mwo! He confessed to you?" He got shocked " ne but that doesn't matter now since we are together." I smiled at him as he extended his hand and held mine as we interlocked our fingers together.

"You always find a way to make me smile...Min ah...will you be my girl?" He smiled. I didn't know what to do because I was trying so hard to fight back my tears as he continued whining holding my hand. " arasso!" I cried

By this he got up from his seat and came towards me, thinking of what he was gonna do. I felt really nervous " aren't we eating...you haven't finished you-" "aniyo!, I haven't finished you." He got close on my face and huskily saying it close to my ear.

Those words sent shivers all my body....what is he even planning, don't tell me he's thinking of it. I blushed to myself as i nervously smiled.

" Yah why do you keep smiling like an idiot?" I realized I was just fantasizing again " Ooh aniyo it's nothing." I said to him. " by the way....why did you do our date indoors?" I curiously asked " because it's perfect, unique and special since we'll just be the two of us." I decided to pray it was real closing my eyes staring at the roof.

Just then I could feel a hot burning sensation of his lips on mine, he was already kissing me making it even more deeper as he soon carried me bridal style with his well built body on his bed not pausing even for a second. He was so gentle towards me, his lips were really soft and I could smell the fragrance of his body which was really sweet just like him.

He then paused for a second " is this what you were fantasizing about?" He sweetly smiled at me making me more embarrassed. Everything about him made me crazy maybe I think I knew why fans went crazy over him. He may seem mature but he has a pure heart, I smiled back at him.

Jungkook's p.o.v

I pretended all the time not knowing what she was fantasizing because it was the same for me, which made me carry her to my room as i lay her on my bed. I managed to tease her which made her embarrassed.

Noona was really pretty, I've never seen her get so nervous about a question. She made me laugh....she looked young and pretty and acted very innocent. I liked everything about her mostly her beautiful smile and pretty eyes. "Kyeeopta." I muttered

She was too pure and cute for me to hold her....no matter how i thought of making love with her...I couldn't easily do that...she's too precious for me hence we lay there embracing eachother and holding hands.

" Min ah..." I called for her as she nods " saraghae...nomu saraghae." I smiled at her as i stroked her brown hair behind her ear.

" nado...sarangaeo." she was caressing my cheeks gently as i kissed them.

Shin min ah's p.o.v

He loves me and I love him but if i accept I'll have to leave for London just to fulfill my dream but if i also continue with this, his dreams will be shuttered which I can't risk it. I was in deep thoughts not realizing i how long kookie was staring at me dreamily.

" wae?!" I managed to cry teasingly hitting him as he just chuckled which made him very cute. " aniyo..." his face suddenly became serious " looking at you like this....I feel as if it's a dream...a beautiful dream that may...soon go away from me." He smiled lightly "I'm afraid to loose you...not now or forever."

I listen as the thought of me leaving to fulfill my dreams struck me...he never knew aside from cooking I love modelling and appearing on screen. " yah! who said I'm just a dream....if you wake up I'll always be right beside you arasso" I lied knowing the fact that this relationship wasn't going to last..........why?........

...Because you are my star with big dreams ahead of you and no one even I wasn't gonna stop it. I smiled as i tightly hug him and he hug back....wishing the night would never end.

Sarangaeo Kookie...I don't really know what to do. I closed my eyes as i lay on his muscular warm chest.

Jungkook's p.o.v

Min ah ran her arms around me tightly she was so soft like a cushion but better than that she was special to me and after just being apart for a year and some months I didn't want to loose her, I might seem selfish but I just couldn't

Mianhaeyo manager and everyone for breaking the law but I never thought I would meet you Min ah...but I feel that their is something wrong with you, you behave very strange....I wish you would trust and tell me so that i can be of help.

I caress her brown hair before I finally was lost in my sleep.

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