#I post a lot of quick teases on Instagram- and have been thinking of sharing them here too as I haven't been so active!

[toadallytickles]

Peets for tonight's tickle party!

[watchmegetobsessed]

SOFT LAUNCH

A/N: luckily i actually wrote this concept for once lol

WORD COUNT: 2k

SUMMARY: You officially soft launch your relationship.

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Your usual barely changed when your relationship with Harry moved from a friendship to a romantic relationship. Well, at least your public usual. 

Because in the privacy of your home or when around you it’s strictly the people you trust, a lot changed. The kisses, the touches, the looks, it’s obvious just how hard you fell in love with each other and your friends often tease the two of you for being great actors for hiding all of these the moment you step out into the public. Very early into your relationship the two of you agreed to keep it as private as possible, so the world didn’t see a single thing of how you eased from being friends into becoming a couple. 

Spotting you out and about together wasn’t a new thing, you’d been friends for a while before you finally took everything down another road, there were plenty of pictures of the two of you grabbing lunch or coffee, hanging out with friends or even attending events. The moment you were spotted for the first time rumors started spreading that you might be an item, but with time they died down and back then, they weren’t true. But what people didn’t see was the shift that happened behind all those simply friendly pictures, how you both fell for each other and your love blossomed steadily and undeniably behind the scenes while everyone else started to accept that you are nothing more than good friends. 

There were photos, still, but what the tabloids didn’t see was the kiss you shared the moment you were behind closed doors. 

It’s been over ten months and you’re definitely over that first phase where all you can see is the pink clouds, no one around you is questioning if this is just a fling, it’s quite clear you are planning your future together. 

There is a downside of keeping your relationship in the shadows however, a kind of freedom is taken away that’s given for everyone else. Date nights have been restricted to your or Harry’s place, if you wanted to go out somewhere you always needed extra people around you so it wouldn’t look romantic. You haven’t been able to go on a vacation, just the two of you, because it would draw suspicion, so it’s been always with others, friends and family. You can’t set your favorite photo of him as your lockscreen, because fans are always quick to spot him in the tiniest details. 

It’s not that you want to post about him day and night, that’s not your style, never was, you like to keep things private, it might be selfishness or consciousness, doesn’t matter. But some days it would be nice to hold his hand as you walk down the street, share a reassuring kiss as you wait in line at the coffee shop or share a photo to your Instagram that features him and only him. 

So it’s been lingering in the back of your head, the thought of being just the tiniest bit more public, allowing yourself to enjoy your love outside of the comfort of your home. 

This is what your mind is racing about as you watch Harry move around the room. The warm Italian sun is peeking through the curtains, calling your name for another wonderful day, exploring Rome. The white, rippled sheets are snaked around your body comfortably, the other half of the bed is still warm from his body. You’re currently residing in a villa that’s hidden enough from curious eyes to let you be yourself even in the backyard, not just inside. 

You mindlessly scroll through your photos from yesterday while Harry is showering and when he appears with a towel wrapped around his hips, hair still damp, water drops running down his chest as he is scratching his jawline and you already know what his question will be. He stops at the end of the bed and opens his mouth, but you’re quicker.

“Do you think I should shave it?” you ask, imitating his voice by lowering yours. He gives you a cheeky look.

“Well, should I?”

“Told you, I love you both ways.”

“Okay, but you surely have a preference,” he pushes.

Sighing, you sink deeper into the pillow, keeping eye contact with him. 

“The stache is… always more than welcomed.”

He chuckles and then walks back in. When he emerges a minute later he is dressed and his facial hair is still the same. 

“Up, up! We have a lot to see today!” He reaches under the covers and easily finds your leg, wrapping his hand around your ankle he tugs on you gently, to which you just grunt at him disapprovingly. 

“Just five more minutes!”

“Come on, don’t you want to explore more?”

“Yeah, but I also want to sleep more.”

“Think of all the pasta and pizza we could be eating right now…” He barely even finishes, you’re already jumping out of bed, sprinting towards the bathroom. Harry just chuckles.

A couple of hours later your little group is grazing the streets of Rome again. You haven’t planned anything major for today, just exploring and having a relaxing time. To be honest, your feet are thankful for a slower day, you feel like you’ve walked around the world these past couple of days. 

Sometime after lunch, your group breaks up. Some want to go souvenir shopping, others want to go back to the villa while you and Harry plan to check out a hidden little park you read about online. So now it’s just the two of you strolling down the streets and as you listen to Harry talk, all you can think about is how your hands are hanging by your sides, sometimes even brush against each other, but you can’t hold his. 

When you find a great spot with amazing view of the city you instantly want to take a picture together, one where Harry is hugging you from behind, the panoramic view of the city in the background, you can already see the picture in your mind and you also think of a place in your home where it would look amazing framed. 

But you know you can’t take a photo like that, you can sense how a few girls recognized the two of you, now they are a few feet away, pretending like they are just casually taking videos, but you know they are recording you and Harry, so you can’t risk it. 

Instead, you both just take pictures of each other, staying as friendly as possible. Your phone is still in your hand when the girls come up to Harry at last, starting a chit chat with him and asking for photos that you end up taking of them of course. They thank his time politely and the two of you move on. 

When you’re lying in bed at the end of the day you’re scrolling through your gallery, smiling to yourself at some of the candid pictures you’ve snapped of Harry today. These are your favorite, when he is just being himself and you catch a glimpse of his true essence, keeping it forever in that frame. 

Then you find a photo you took probably accidentally when the girls approached you earlier. You must have snapped it when you were putting away your phone, it features Harry standing on the cobblestone, but only his feet and his tattooed arm is shown, his skin is a warm tanned color from being out in the Sun so much lately, his tattoos look so cool, you always loved the edge they give him. It’s also such a candid picture and for some reason you just love it so much, it’s exactly the kind of photo you’d post on your Instagram story. 

The door to the bedroom opens and Harry walks in with two bottles of water in his hands, he places one to your nightstand before he joins you in bed, opening his. 

“Why are you staring at a photo of my… arm?” he asks with a chuckle, when he sees what you have open on your screen. 

“You have a nice arm,” you grin up at him. “I just… like this photo,” you add with a shrug. 

Harry hums, but doesn’t really get stuck on the topic. He turns his attention to his own phone, sneaking one arm under your head, pulling you closer to cuddle him. But you’re still stuck on the photo and all the feelings and thoughts you’ve been struggling with. 

“H?” you finally lift your head to look at him. 

“Yes baby?”

“Have you ever thought of… being a bit more public? About us?”

He locks his phone and puts it aside to give you his undivided attention. He never fails to make you feel like his number one priority.

“I have, yeah.”

“And what do you think if we just… went for it? What if we just stopped hiding.”

“Is that what you want?”

“I just… I would love to act like a couple more, not just when we’re alone, behind closed doors. I’m not saying we should make out on the street, but… Holding hands, a few tiny kisses, these would be nice.”

Harry stays silent and you grow nervous that he might see it all entirely differently. You know it better than anyone else that Harry values his privacy highly, however he is not the most private public figure either, that’s also fact. 

His gaze finds yours and slowly, you notice a tiny smile hiding in the corners of his mouth. 

“Whatever you feel comfortable with, I’m okay with that as well.”

“Really?” You let out a relieved breath as you sit up in surprise. He chuckles.

“Of course. I just wanted to protect you. And I will still be doing that, but if you feel like you’re okay with being a couple for the rest of the world as well, then let’s do that.”

At first you pout at him, touched at how calm and supportive he is about the whole thing, then you just throw yourself at him, kissing him stupid. 

“So then can I soft launch you?” you ask against his lips. 

“What?” he laughs, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Soft launch. I want to post this picture,” you say holding up your phone again, showing him the photo from earlier, “on my Instagram story. Your face is not shown, but everyone will know it’s you. That’s a soft launch, posting a suspicious but not straight forward picture of your partner.”

“Okay, Miss Urban Dictionary,” he laughs, his hand cupping the back of your head to bring you down for another kiss. 

Cuddling to his side you open Instagram and then put the line ‘LOVE-ly day in Rome’ between his tattoos so it’s not quite what you notice at first, but it definitely catches your attention if you look at the photo for a few more seconds. 

“How do you like it?” you ask, showing him your phone.

“The best soft launch of history,” he teases you before you finally post it. 

Then you watch what happens together. Though you don’t have as many followers as Harry does, a lot of his fans engage with your social media profiles as well, hoping to get some content from you as well. Just a few minutes later the photo starts spreading across the internet of course, it reaches Twitter, Tiktok and other platforms, the reactions are mixed and pretty much all over the place, some aren’t the nicest, but Harry is quick to remind you just how much he loves you. 

When you both put your phones away, shutting the rest of the world out, you’re lying in bed, facing each other, your hands laced together between the two of you. 

“Now it’s out there,” you whisper.

“Softly,” he jokes and you just roll your eyes at him, smiling. “Is hard launch a thing as well?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s that like?”

“Well, it has to feature your pretty face, preferably in a romantic setting.”

“Will we also be doing that?”

“Hmm… maybe.”

“Okay,” he smiles warmly. “But soft or hard, I will always love you.”

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[joeybsversion]

Drunk in Love

Joe Burrow x Reader

You and Joe celebrate a big win with the team

“That’s not fair, I always lose!” Joe shouted displeased as he grabbed the plastic cup filled with a concoction of alcohol.

You were out celebrating a Bengal win with the team and Joe had just lost another round of Kings Cup.

“Chug, Joey! You know the rules!” You teased as he slowly sipped on the drink.

“This is disgusting! I’ve already had enough.” He took one last big drink and crushed the cup.

Tee cracked open another drink and passed it down to Joe, “Here man. This is much better.”

Joe took a big swig of his drink. “I want a rematch!” He demanded and crossed his arms across his chest.

“Joe you’ve lost the last 3 rounds. Why would you win now, of all times?” Sam teased and placed another cup in the middle. Joe laughed, unable to think of an excuse. He was having too much fun with everyone.

“Maybe next game you’ll have better luck.” You teased and gave Joe a playful pat on the back. Joe let out a big pout which made everyone at the table laugh. “I think you’ve had enough.” You teased and grabbed his drink and took a sip. “Let’s share this one.” You kissed Joe on the cheek and set the drink down. “I’ll be right back.” You said and gave Joe a reassuring smile and slipped away from the table.

“I’ll miss you!” He called after you with a big grin.

You made your way to the bar and quickly glanced over the menu. You were going to order a few appetizers for the table. Most of the table was hungry, it had been a few hours since you left the stadium with the girls and you all had talked about how hungry you were on the ride over. Plus, you knew the guys would be hungry after the game.

“Can I get a few baskets of fries, some Buffalo chicken wings, an order of nachos, and some pretzel bites please?” You folded up the menu and passed it back the bartender. After all home game wins you rented a room at the teams favorite bar to celebrate. “Oh and a round of waters please.” You added. The bartender copied everything down and let you know he’d be on his way over with the waters soon.

As you made your way back to the table you saw Joe with another plastic cup up to his mouth while the rest of the team was laughing and cheering him on.

“Did you lose again?” You laughed and took your seat next to Joe.

He wiped his mouth and looked over with a big pout “it’s not fair!” He whined. You gave him a quick kiss to cheer him up. “That makes it better.” He smiled and leaned in for another. You could taste the alcohol on his breath as he kissed you.

“Y/N, what can I get you to drink?” Sam asked as he got up from the table and made his way back to the bar to order another round.

“Surprise me!” You smiled. “And Joe is good for now.” You laughed.

Sam came back with a round of shots and drinks for everyone. Joe clinked his shot glass with yours as you both choked down the drink. The whole table was feeling pretty buzzed now and the food was making its way around. It has been such a fun night. With all the stress that comes with the games it’s nice to see everyone relax.

The drinks continued to flow until the early morning hours. Couples had slowly started to filter out as it got later. “We should probably think about going, Joey.” You slurred and grabbed his hand. “It’s getting later and I’m pretty sleepy.” You brushed your hair out of your face and leaned onto his shoulder.

“I’ll order a car.” Joe drunkenly pulled out his phone and ordered a ride. “I have a car that’ll be here n 20.” He shouted to the end of the table.

“We’ll hop in with ya!” Ja’Marr hollered back and motioned between himself and Tee. You all lived pretty close together so you rode together a lot of the time.

You all stumbled out to the sidewalk together and stood taking selfies and posting drunk Instagram stories while you waited for the car.

“There he is!” Joe hollered and flung himself into the backseat of the car, pulling you in with him.

Giggles flooded out if you as you Joe held you in his lap making jokes with the guys and drunkenly goofing off on the ride home. You clung to Joe like he was the only sense of comfort you could find. “I really like you.” Joe whispered into your ear as he pulled you closer and gave you a big hug. Your stomach did a somersault, “I really like you too, Joey.” You gave him a kiss.

“Get a room!” Tee hollered and covered his eyes.

“You’re just jealous!” Joe murmured back in between kisses. “Here’s our stop though!” He said and ducked out of the car. “Night guys!” He smiled and waved.

“Use protection! We don’t need a baby burrow running around!” Ja’Marr teased as you and Joe made your way into the house for the night.

[hazywrites]

A Stark Christmas

Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader

Summary: It's your first time helping your boyfriend and his family pick out a Christmas tree, and he is very opinionated on the matter.

Warnings: Mentions of death of a family member

Words: 1,297

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47295508

AN: Hi my lovelies! I found this draft sitting on my computer untouched, and I really miss the holidays about now so I thought I'd share! This is my first time writing for Robb, but I hope you all like it. Please let me know what you think and if you'd like more holiday preferences for the GoT boys! As always, thank you for reading!

You were currently squeezed in the middle row of the Starks’ van. Sansa was seated to your right and Arya to your left, with Nymeria between her spread legs. The arrangement left you with barely any room for your own legs, so you kicked them up onto the center console and watched as the hyperactive husky jumped onto her owner’s lap, licking Arya’s face frantically and then smushing her nose against the window until someone rolled it down for her. Sansa was busying herself trying to get the perfect angle to take a group selfie. She looked lovely in all of them, and you tried to help by striking a cute pose or two, but Arya’s side of the picture came out blurry each time due to her constant movement. Sansa settled for cropping her younger sister out of the picture, posting only the two of you to Instagram with a myriad of holiday-related hashtags. You heard Theon begrudgingly breaking up a fight between Rickon and Bran in the back row. Suddenly, you felt a ticklish sensation on the bottom of your foot and shrieked, kicking your legs so much that Nymeria got excited and jumped at you as your boyfriend, Robb, looked back at you with a devilish laugh.

“How are you liking your first Stark Christmas?” He asked from the passenger seat. You rolled your eyes.

“I love it! I liked the part where we finally arrived at our destination.” He laughed at your sarcasm.

“We are a proud family. We don’t go to Home Depot-“ he scrunched his nose as he said the words, “for our Christmas trees. If you’re going to marry me one day you gotta get with the traditions.” He said it so casually, but your stomach erupted with butterflies. You two had been dating for a year and had never talked about marriage before. You were still a bit young to be thinking about it, but just the thought that Robb saw you in his future filled you with warmth. His half-brother, Jon, also seemed to pick up on Robb’s slip-up, teasing him about it for the rest of the drive. Robb just puffed out his chest and proudly doubled down on his statement, but you spotted the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks.

When you finally arrived, Arya and the younger Stark boys had taken to chasing Nymeria through the tree lot, Jon trailing behind to make sure they didn’t get into too much trouble, while Theon tried to impress Sansa by identifying the types of pine. It was an unspoken arrangement that Robb would be choosing the Christmas tree this year. Ever since his father, Ned, had passed, the family looked to him as the man of the house. Catelyn hadn’t even had the energy to come tree shopping this year. It inspired you the way the Stark children were keeping their spirits up and keeping their traditions alive. You just worried about your boyfriend, having to be the ‘strong’ one all the time. You squeezed his hand reassuringly and he smiled, leaning over to give you a quick kiss as you two looked along the rows of trees.

“I don’t know the first thing about tree shopping,” you confessed. You’d mostly said it to distract him, but it seemed to have worked. The spacey look in his eyes was replaced by a playful, judgey one.

“Yeah, they don’t teach you that on Amazon, do they?” He unconsciously raised his left eyebrow as he spoke, a quirk you loved about him.

“It was one time,” you groaned.

“A white, plastic Christmas tree,” he recalled with disgust. “Wasn’t it one of the mini ones, too?”

“My dorm has mandates on that sort of thing,” you whined. “A real tree is a fire hazard.”

“A fake tree is a relationship hazard,” he quipped. “No girlfriend of mine gets—“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” you shoved your gloved hand over his mouth, earning your palm a bite that made you yelp and drop your hand in turn. “Show me how to choose a good tree.” The corners of his lips wobbled slightly, but you watched him try to keep his expression straight.

“I don’t know,” he confessed softly. “My dad used to go on and on about it but I never really paid attention. I didn’t think I’d have to do it on my own so soon.” The winter breeze carried his last words away, a whisper floating between rows of silent pines.

“You’re not alone,” you reminded him. “You’ve got your brothers and sisters, and Theon, and your mom… and me.” You focused on the button of his jacket as you said that last part. You didn’t know if it was presumptuous to count yourself in with his family, but you’d meant it. You wanted him to know he wasn’t alone. That you were there for him. Cold gloved fingers gripped your chin and raised your gaze to meet his ocean blue eyes.

“I know that, love,” he said. For a moment, you did nothing but look at each other. His eyes, his expression was so open. It was the most vulnerable moment you two had shared, yet not a word was spoken. You dared not breathe, afraid he would close himself off again. But he didn’t. He just looked at you, speaking with his eyes.

‘I love you,’ you thought as hard as you could. ‘I’m in love with you.’

Then slowly, he leaned in, his hands slipping into your hair. Your eyelids fluttered shut instinctively; your heartbeat quickened as your icy lips met his soft, warm ones. How did he always feel so warm? You felt the blood rushing to your cheeks as Robb kissed you slowly, so slowly. His soft lips brushing your own made you feel dizzy and lit a fire inside you at the same time. Even a year in, he still made you so nervous.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. You couldn’t think of anything else. Just the feeling of him gently sucking on your lower lip and releasing it. His breath fanning your face as he sighed out. Your heart was so full of him you could burst. His hands on your waist, his eyes shut, his forehead leaning against yours for just a second before he slowly opened his eyes.

“I love you, Y/N,” he breathed softly.

“I love you,” you whispered back.

One look at your face and he was kissing you again, his lips fervently locking with your own. You reached up to caress his face but he caught your hand, cradling it against his chest.

“Hey, GET A ROOM!” Theon’s voice called out from behind you. Jon’s deep laugh followed.

“There’s children here you know! Did they even pick out a tree?!” He asked, earning more laughter from Theon. Robb groaned and your eyes fluttered open in time to watch him flip them off.

“Yeah, that one,” he gestured with his head to the tree closest to you. His eyes never left your face as you turned to look at it. It was crooked, and short, with uneven branches that drooped low. You were no tree expert, but even you could tell it was quite ugly.

“That one?” You asked, eyes widening. “Are you sure, because I know Christmas trees are super important to you, and—“

“Shut up, Y/N,” he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss that left you weak at the knees. Catelyn had raised an eyebrow when you all arrived home and presented her with Robb’s tree choice, but you had all been so busy laughing and decorating and watching films and baking that Christmas that somehow, that ugly little tree became the most perfect thing you could imagine.

[misschifuyu]

hi.Could I please request for ran,rindou and hanma finding ou that thier s/o has a lot of photos with them?Like their wallpaper , their insta (or other app) icon and also has pictures of them in their room? Thank you!!!<3

- hii there babes! tysm for the first request, and i do hope you enjoy it ♡ also bless, the haitani brothers are my absolute faves

Ran, Rindou and Hanma with a s/o who has a lot of photos of them

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Ran

ran will be the type of person who absolutely adores taking pictures, and doesn’t really think about what you do with them afterwards. But he is aware that they are stored somewhere on your little device.

the way he would find out about your wallpaper left you more shocked than him, in all honesty.

the two of you would be hanging around a remote area of the city, sun setting on the horizon as you waited for his younger brother to finish up on a few errands he had to do around the house. 

whilst you were sat on a bench, ran preferred to amble around aimlessly, losing sight of him whenever he wondered behind you.

you didn’t mind, and as a result, you were swiping away at the screen of your phone, trying to find a mean of entertainment as you waited. that was when you felt a presence a little too close to your liking, right by your ear.

“is that me?”

the almost hushed voice caught you off guard instantly, causing you to flinch at the sudden noise. out of the two, ran was most definitely the stealthier one, and he had just proven it once more.

at your reaction, the taller male chuckled, leaning back slightly as he received an unamused glare from your behalf.

“what was that for?”

your heartbeat had sped up considerably, both from shock and the fact that he had noticed your beloved, yet perhaps a little embarrassing, background.

“i was just curious...so, is it?”

the screen of your phone remained lit up and, no doubt, a picture you had taken of him the day the two of you had gone to the beach together was right there, staring back at you.

“yes...?”

his lips turned up into an even brighter smile upon hearing your words

“how cute, I didn’t know you were so infatuated with me”

with a press of your finger, you shut off your phone and turned away from him with a groan. it wasn’t unusual for ran to be so full of himself, but sometimes all you wanted was to give him a slap around the head for being so...him. only lightly, though.

back faced towards him, you didn’t notice him lean back down once more, this time with his own phone in his hand.

“don’t worry, you’re my wallpaper too...see?”

Rindou

now, the younger haitani might pose more of a challenge to get a picture out him at times. yes, he was fond of his physique, but he couldn’t really be bothered to stand still for a photo.

that...didn’t really stop you, though. rindou had, albeit a little peeved, agreed to let you take pictures of him when he didn’t have to actually pose. that is, you could snap a few whenever he came over and tried to make dinner for the two of you, and ultimately failing to do so. or whenever he was occupied with anything else

it was really the only way to get a few more pics of your boyfriend other than the 3 selfies the two of you had over the past years

more times than not, you were able to catch some decent, casual pictures of him, which you would save in a little album you had on your phone. little did he know that some of those were quite present in your room.

he noticed them one day, when he had come over after a meeting with tenjiku, and you had asked him to go and get a blanket from your room whilst you prepared a movie to watch for the afternoon.

he knew where your room was, but he had never really paid much attention to its interior decor. as he found the blanket you had asked for, a familiar face caught the corner of his eyes just as he was turning to leave. 

leaning against your bedside lamp was a little, printed picture of him in front of the mirror he had in his own room. you had taken a picture of him whilst he was doing his hair, seemingly in the morning, seeing as he was wearing his pijamas in it.

amused, he picked up the picture and took it with him back to the living room, where you were patiently waiting on his return

your face lit up upon seeing him come back, though he had a query to ask before he handed over the soft blanket.

“what’s this?”

the corners of your lips turned up into a bigger smile. he had finally noticed it.

“why, it’s you, of course. don’t you like it?”

funnily enough, it was him that started fidgeting on the spot, taking a look back at the picture

“yes but...i didn't think you’d keep one of me in your room”

“why wouldn’t i? we’re dating after all, and it brightens up my mornings whenever you’re not around”

you were being overly corny, but it was worth his priceless reaction. it wasn’t often that rindou was seen almost speechless, after all.

Hanma

quite similar to ran, this guy will be all up and willing to take pictures with you. and literally anywhere, you name it.

after a meeting, during a date, having just awakened...you even have one with kisaki in the background looking anything but amused at the sudden selfie.

hanma is just very much up to the idea of keeping a bunch of pictures of the two of you to be able to look back on them in a few years and remember the mayhem that were his teenager days. and it wasn't often that you were able to spend quality time together, especially during times of conflict, so he liked to capture the moments that you did.

what he didn't know, however, was that you also treasured the pictures just as much as he did.

he would be on his phone during a meeting with the other members of tenjiku, completely ignoring the optimistic speech that kisaki would give out every now and then, always declaring the same things

his eyes skimmed over a few posts on Instagram, curious to see what others were doing whilst he was stuck in the worn down warehouse. that was when he received a notification: you had just posted a picture on your story.

clicking into it, he was greeted with an unfamiliar pic of him. he was sat on your couch, quite near the camera, with a blanket on his back as he was fixated on whatever had been playing on the television in that moment.

it was captioned with a simple, white heart, and the date it had been taken on. hanma let out a hum, before writing you a quick response to the picture.

"ill have to post the pics I have of you in your fluffy dressing gown after that one"

his threat, of course, was empty. but, nevertheless, the sight of you posting pictures of him for others to see, making it clear who he spent his free time with, made him want to run out of the meeting and go to your house to tease you endlessly about it.

he loved it, though. and knowing that you kept pictures like that on your phone made him realise, once more, how similar the two of you were.

and, oh, how happy he was to have you put up with, and even share, his ridiculous ways.

[ptergwen]

Could you write a fic where Tom is in an interview and talking about the reader as his current gf and also being his first love/childhood love?

woah i wrote kind of a lot like we got DETAILED here 😭 have fun

tom’s love life has been the topic of many conversations over the years. he’s gotten countless questions about who he’s dating and what he looks for in a partner. you’d think the hype would die down at some point, but no. even more rumors have begun to spiral as he promotes cherry.

thank the nosy interviewers for that. they’re taking all their chances to get up close and personal.

“so, let’s talk about love,” an interviewer prompts tom one afternoon. he sits up straighter in his chair, expression serious. “sure, let’s.” “what do you think about it?” she’s being vague so she’ll get the most clickable answers. “do you mean, like, in this film? or just in life?” tom wears a curious smirk now. he glances off to the side, where you’re sat watching.

you’ve been sitting in on his interviews as of late to keep him entertained. as much as the movie means to him, he gets bored of answering the same questions about it. having you there to snicker at his jokes or blow him kisses really livens things up. it’s been that way since you were little. you’re always cheering tom up even if he doesn’t realize he needs any.

“both,” the woman replies, mirroring his cheeky smile. “right, that’s what i thought.” tom clears his throat and raises an eyebrow. “so i’m not mistaken, love in my own life?” “anything you feel like sharing.” she beams into the camera while he nods to himself. you give tom a little smile of approval, which he catches from the corner of his eye. he chuckles at the gesture.

“easy enough. i’ll start with cherry, then,” he decides, getting back into the movie. the interviewer nods for him to go on. “you know, cherry’s always been kind of unlucky in the relationship department.” tom pauses for a moment to collect his thoughts. “until he meets emily, and things are still a bit complicated with her. i’d say it’s the same way for me.”

you jaw drops off camera, tom doing his best to stifle a laugh. he’s the biggest tease to walk this earth. “oh, that can’t be right,” tom’s interviewer insists with a mischievous grin. “you’re one of the most eligible bachelors out there.” “not exactly eligible, actually,” he mutters and twiddles his thumbs in his lap. a smile creeps onto his face.

she doesn’t miss that. “you do have a special someone after all?” tom squints at her through the screen. “after all? who’s been asking?” he jokes, the woman laughing like it’s the funniest thing she’s ever heard. “everyone has. the entire world.” you make wide eyes at tom. he’s never given many details about his dating life before, so this is a big step to take.

“well,” he starts, glancing over at you subtly. “yes, i’m a taken man.” “by who?” the interviewer blurts. she’s the first person to get anything out of him. “um,” tom breathes out an awkward laugh. you mouth it’s okay to him, ready to give the people what they’ve been craving.

you’ve had this conversation with tom a couple of times. he’s never wanted to put any pressure on you about going public, so it’s been your call if and when you do. now, you’ve made it.

“my, uh, my best friend. it’s not harrison, for those of you who know him.” tom bites back another smile. you sport one of your own, the tips of his ears turning red. “does this best friend have a name?” the woman questions. he looks to you again for your permission to say it. you think about it for a few seconds, then you give in.

“it’s y/n. you might recognize her,” tom explains, shifting in his chair. “she’s been on my instagram a few times, other stuff like that,” the interviewer makes a mental note to insert his posts of you in the video. “yes, yes. i think i do. you said she’s your best friend?” she clasps her hands. he’s fully blushing now, you giggling quietly at the sight.

“since secondary school, yeah. we met in one of our classes. english, i believe,” tom hums. “i was sitting alone, so she came and sat next to me.” he’s grinning at the fond memory. you feel your face starting to get hot. “how sweet. it seems like you became fast friends,” the woman suggests, throwing more questions out.

“what happened that turned your friendship to a relationship?”

it was when you were two wiser and more experienced adults that you and tom came to understand your connection. there was one moment specifically that turned you from friends to something more, though. tom will share that story with his interviewer, since it seems like she’s into the gossip.

“we didn’t seal the deal until a couple of years ago.” tom breathes out a laugh at what he’s about to say. you’re well aware of it, rolling your eyes playfully. “but, there was a moment when we were kids that i knew i really liked her.” “please, spill,” tom’s interviewer happily requests. he gladly obliges.

“y/n asked me to practice kissing with her because she liked some other bloke.” tom whispers to his camera, “which wasn’t true, by the way. we’ll get to that.” you silently groan and throw your head back on your chair. he shoots you a wink before continuing. “she wanted to go out with him, and said it was a best friend’s job to help her... prepare.”

you press a kiss to your middle finger and stick it up at tom. “precious,” he sarcastically mumbles in response. “what happened next?” the woman reels him back in. tom focuses on the screen again. “right. so, i did some research on how to kiss.” he shakes his head at his former self. “i really should’ve been studying for my A levels or something.”

“when i’m all ready, i invite y/n/n over so we can ‘practice’.” tom makes air quotes around the world, you murmuring, “i hate you,” only for him to hear. “i don’t know what website i used, but it was clearly awful.” he holds a hand up to pretend it’s your face. “i went in, and i just, like, stuck my tongue down her throat. like this.” he’s recreating the moment, you cringing at the vivid image you get.

“oh, no. what did she do?” the interviewer gives tom a pained look. “she nearly vomited, is what she did. ran home right after.” tom puffs air out of his cheeks. you press your lips together in satisfaction. “anyway, we’re reminiscing on it a few years later, and y/n/n tells me something very interesting.” leaning forward, the woman gestures for him to say it.

“i was the bloke she was gonna ask out, but my terrible kissing skills, or lack thereof, scared her off.” he exchanges a knowing look with you. his interviewer gasps. “i was like... are you fucking kidding me?” he only mouths the fucking part even though it’s getting bleeped. that makes you snort. “there’s a turning point, there’s a turning point,” tom reassures everyone.

“i told her i’ve gotten better since then, and we should try again if she wanted.” the interviewer puts a hand on her heart. “did you?” tom lets out a content sigh. “we did, and then we had a long talk about feelings and all that shit.” you make a heart with your fingers for him. he puckers his lips to mime kissing you, without tongue. “we’ve been together ever since.”

“what a lovely story. thank you for sharing that with me,” the woman butters him up more. she gets another idea. “now that you two are official, do we get to meet her?” “you kind of have,” tom retorts, but still checks with you. not expecting anything to come of this, you only shrug.

“i’ve noticed you looking off camera quite a lot. is y/n there?” his interviewer points out, much to both of your surprise. you’ve been at this for weeks, and she’s the only one to say something. “uh, she is,” tom finds himself admitting. he’s a terrible liar, so he almost had to. “tell her to come say hi!” the woman pushes. you look horrified when tom peeks over.

“no, no. i don’t wanna put her on the spot,” he brushes it off. “she’s a bit... camera shy.” “come on, just for a second!” she persists, waving you over like she can see you. this lady is starting to get on your nerves. “you just told me about that steamy kiss of yours. what’s the difference?” tom quirks an eyebrow. “i don’t know if-“

he stops mid sentence when you appear next to him. it’s to shut the interviewer up. although, you might as well reveal yourself before paparazzi do it.

“never mind,” tom grins a toothy grin up at you. “you wanna have a seat, darling?” “happy to,” you hum as he pats his knee. you take your spot on his thigh, an arm slinging around his neck. he wraps his around your middle. the interviewer is so stunned, she’s finally out of things to say. this could quite literally break the internet.

your voice a low whisper, you speak into his ear. “i can’t believe i’m doing this. you should’ve stopped me.” tom squeezes you closer and tilts his head to the side. “what if i didn’t want to?” “my god.” you plant a quick kiss on his cheek, leaving tom’s mouth hanging open.

“there’s your thumbnail.”

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

Hustler | Pt.2

Pairing: Issei Matsukawa x f!reader x Rintarō Suna

Prompt/summary: After being gone for a week and a half, you were excited for Suna to come back home. When he did, you were going to finally meet his business partner, a polite and mild-mannered man that you had previously only heard about. You were surprised to find out that the man didn’t believe you or Suna when you both had said that you weren’t dating, but what surprised you more was Suna’s solution to his stubbornness on the situation. Despite not seeming to enjoy the thought himself, Suna had suggested a threesome, leaving you experiencing something new and being left with shaky legs as Suna took things rougher with you than he usually did

Word count: 9.6K

Warnings/contents: Smut: Oral on Suna, reader and Matsukawa, lots of teasing, a Suna vs. Matsukawa feel, kissing, light bruising, threesome, squirting/multiple orgasms, pussy penetration, rough sex. Pinch of fluff, strong language, continued slow-burn themes, 18+

Notes: This one doesn’t have so many kinks, but I hope that you enjoy this! It was a lot of fun to write. Suna and Matsukawa isn’t something I think I’ve seen together and after mentioning him in the first post, I really wanted to add him. I’m going to be getting part 3 out as soon as I can because I want to keep these chapters close together as to not drag you guys along for too long waiting on my end 😂

Part 1 (Hustler Pt.1) | Part 2 (current chapter) | Part 3 (Hustler Pt.3) 

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A yawn came from you as you sat on the train, eyeing your phone and scrolling through your refreshed Instagram newsfeed. Nobody was talking to you, but most importantly, Suna wasn’t talking to you. No, you weren’t dating the mysterious con-man you had met 7 months ago, but what you were doing was hooking up with him several times every single time that he came back around, which was pretty damn often.

Less than a month ago, Suna had actually helped you move your few things to your new apartment. You were finally moving out of the poor side of town and also applying for a promotion at work that you had recently gotten and started working over the past week while he was gone. You hadn’t mentioned it because you had wanted to bring it up in person. Suna was the person who pushed you to go for it, so you kind of wanted to see his reaction.

It was a bit strange for you— a change in your personality in a way; normally you wouldn’t care at all about someone enough to want to share news in person like that, but there was something different about Suna.

The voice on the intercom stole your attention away from your phone as you heard your stop coming up. Getting ready to walk out, you shoved your phone into your pocket and grabbed onto the bag that was already around your shoulder. You wanted to get off and get home quick, because after this week you were tired and more than ready to take this weekend to relax.

When the train came to a stop, you were one of the first to sneak out of the crowded train and start to make your way out of the station. Your new place was only a few minute walk from the station, something that you had been grateful for because your other apartment was a good 15 minute walk and the whole point of taking the train was for the convenience of keeping your car home to save up gas money that you spent back on a pass for the trains anyways.

You checked back on your phone, a bit disappointed that Suna was yet to message you back. He was supposed to be coming home today from a business trip to try and sell more furniture since sales were getting low the past month. Because the winter season was starting to pass, you were trudging through muddy looking snow and giving a sigh as you looked at your boots.

“Good thing I wore sturdy shoes today,” you mumbled to yourself. There were a few people passing by you on the sidewalk, talking amongst themselves or on the phone. Your eyebrow twitched in envy as one person you passed by was talking about buying a new sofa, something that you wished you were talking to Suna about on your walk home.

Your apartment came into sight, giving you a relieved sigh as your sore feet ached in your thick shoes. The thought of getting to go home, strip off your coat, take your shoes off and plop down on the sofa for awhile was enough to make you yawn again, before a voice stole your attention away from your thoughts anyways.

“Hey,” you turned, smiling at the familiar man as he approached you. “How are you doing?” He asked, stopping close in front of you after you had stopped walking.

“Hey!” You said, smiling a big too large for your own comfort. “I’m doing good, how are you?”

“Doing pretty good, just glad to be home.” Suna said, sounding a bit exasperated, though not tired. “You get that promotion?” You nodded quickly, something that made a little smile curl onto his lips. “Hey, good job!” He said, giving your arm a gentle nudge with his hand. “So— you remember that business parter I was telling you that I was going on that sale with?” He asked and you gave a slight nod as you wracked your brain for the familiar name with an ‘M’ at the beginning of it.

“Matsukawa.” You said, unsure of whether or not it was the right name, though nearly giving a sigh in relief when the man in front of you nodded.

“Yeah, well he’s still here if you want to meet him.” You shrugged, nodding at your strange friend and not knowing why exactly you were meeting the man, but having no issue with the thought. “Good, come on.” Suna reached down, grabbing your hand and lacing his fingers with yours as he started to pull you in the opposite direction of the apartment you were previously daydreaming about. You followed Suna happily, heading for the little square that you lived by.

There was a man with his back turned to you that Suna was heading for. He was tall and as you got closer you could tell his hair was much curlier than Suna’s as he stared over the ledge at some cars passing by to an underground tunnel.

“Matsukawa!” The man turned, sending Suna a little side smile before his gaze fell onto you. Suna’s hand slid from yours as he brought you closer to the man who was a mere inch shorter than him. “(y/n), this is my business partner. Matsukawa, this is (y/n).” The new man smiled at you, giving his head a slight bow.

“So you’re the infamous (y/n), huh?” You hesitated for a moment, looking over at Suna who rolled his eyes.

“I’m famous here?” You asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t I be getting paid more?” You joked. Matsukawa gave a tiny little laugh at your words before elaborating.

“Suna talks to you a lot. Every time I ask him who he’s texting, it always seems to be you.” He explained, and you’d be lying if you said that hadn’t flustered you a bit, but you stubbornly bit back a blush and looked at the man with a small shrug of your shoulders.

“I tend to bother him quite often throughout the day.” You said, and that was the truth— you were often double texting Suna. Though in your defense, every time that he came back to text you, he’d always replied to each and every one of your messages, no matter how strange or stupid the concept was. When he was busy you had a habit of spamming him until he came back to his phone, though he was texting you first a lot as well. “Did you guys sell much?” You changed the topic, switching your attention from the new man back to Suna. They both nodded, though Suna elaborated.

“A few beds, a lot of sofa’s. I didn’t think we’d sell this many in Germany.”

“Well, who doesn’t want a jizzed on sofa?” You asked, a sort of inside joke between you and Suna it seemed as he gave a small snicker and Matsukawa looked between the two of you in a confused manner,

“I see— I really have missed a few months here.” He said, looking at Suna right afterwards. “Did you ask?” You frowned in confusion and looked from Matsukawa to Suna.

“Ask…?” Suna looked at you and nodded.

“Well, it’s getting kind of late and we’re really tired,” Suna started with the perfect view of the sky starting to turn blue from the pretty sunset you were previously walking home in. “And we were wondering if maybe you might let us spend the night at your place instead of driving 30 minutes to the warehouse.” You trusted Suna, and you trusted that nobody he would let into your apartment was going to rob you— or worse, so you nodded.

“Sure.” Suna sent you a little smile that was quick to fall as his phone rang.

“Appreciate it,” he said, getting his phone out while Matsukawa peeked at the boy and then to you as Suna answered the call. “One second,” he said to the person on the line as he looked back at you. “You two head there, I know the way.” Matsukawa gave a bit of a skeptical hum, sending the man a weird look that Suna stubbornly ignored. “Alright, what is it?” He asked, walking away from the two of you a little bit.

“Okay. Lead the way.” Matsukawa said with a tiny smile, pushing his hands down into his pockets and starting to walk alongside you the short minute walk to your new apartment. You walked up the short flight of outdoor stairs, getting your keys out of your pocket and opening the door.

“It’s not a huge mess, but I promise that my kitchen isn’t always this dirty.” You said, something that made Matsukawa chuckle.

“(y/n), I lived on the streets for 3 years, a bit of a mess in the kitchen is the last thing on my mind.” He looked around your apartment, giving a soft hum as you awkwardly chuckled and took your coat off. “It’s a cute little place, I like it.” He complimented, barely peeking in the kitchen before he saw the living room and slid his shoes off. He hung his jacket on the coatrack beside your own while you took your shoes off. “I’ll wait here.” He said, going to sit on the sofa. You hesitated for a second, peeking out of the window. Suna was nowhere in sight, so you turned your attention back to the other man and walked over, getting comfortable on the little chair across from him with a coffee table separating the two of you.

“Did you sell any of those hideous green sofa’s?” You asked, trying to make light conversation and earning a laugh from Matsukawa as he nodded.

“Actually yes— we sold 5.” Your eyebrows raised in shock, figuring that he was going to say no or maybe even just a single sofa, but five never would have crossed your mind.

“I didn’t know that color could sell anywhere.” Matsukawa gave a little shrug and relaxed against the cushions on the sofa.

“Suna’s had ‘em for months. I was always telling him that he wouldn’t ever sell any, but man, I sure did bite myself in the ass with that comment, huh?” He joked, making you give a little laugh and nod.

“It’s okay, I told him a couple months back that he wouldn’t sell any and he should find a new color— so I guess we both really bit ourselves in the ass here and Rin was, dare I say it, right.” Matsukawa chuckled a bit as you complimented the man who wasn’t here, though the man who was here didn’t miss that you called Suna by his first name— let alone that, it was a nickname.

“So, what’s going on here— you and Suna aren’t…” He trailed off, indiscreetly pushing his pointer finger through a circle he made with his other hand. “Dating?” Your cheeks nearly warmed again as you shook your head.

“We’re just friends.” Matsukawa hesitated before giving a little hum, letting his hands rest on his lap as he looked at you.

“Okay.” He said, but you knew he didn’t believe you. Before you could ask the man another question to fill the uncomfortable silence, the front door opened.

“I’m back,” Suna said as he came inside, locking the door behind him and looking at the two of you before quickly speaking again. “I call bedroom.” He said, looking at Matsukawa. “You get the sofa.”

“I doubt (y/n) would want a stranger in bed with her.” Matsukawa said, sounding genuine as Suna almost choked on his own spit and bit his tongue to force a plain expression on his face as he shook his head while your eyes widened.

“I meant the second bedroom, you dumbass.” Matsukawa’s mouth formed a small ‘o’ shape before he looked at you.

“So you’re making bank over here, huh?” You gave a slight laugh and shook your head.

“I can’t really say that— it’s been a struggle, but my friend is moving in with me in a couple of weeks so we’re paying this off together until she breaks things off with her boyfriend and moves in.” You said, earning a little nod from Matsukawa.

“Makes sense,” he sighed, looking at Suna who yawned. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you yawn before.” You peeked over at the man who’s yawn seemed to end too abruptly, though you seemed to be the only one who noticed as Matsukawa treated the man like he was a robot. Suna gave a quick shrug.

“I’m tired, what can I say?” He gave you a glance before looking back at Matsukawa. “I’ll get you blankets.”

“Of course— you know where those are.” Matsukawa said, confusing you as he teased his friend who rolled his eyes and went to the closet that was at the bottom of the stairs. Matsukawa looked at you, sending you a little smile that you were quick to return. Suddenly, two thick blankets were tossed at the side of Matsukawa’s head and knocked him to the side a bit, making the man laugh. “Alright, I guess I deserve that.” He said, standing up and starting to lay one of them out on the sofa.

“Oh, wow— so you guys are like… really ready for bed.” You said, shocked. “It isn’t even 8 o’clock yet.”

“It’s dark outside,” Suna said, cutting Matsukawa off before he could agree that he wasn’t really that tired. “We’ve been traveling. Aren’t you jet lagged, Mattsun?” He asked, looking at the man who shrugged, though Suna cut him off before he could speak again. “See, he’s tired, I’m tired, you work all day— we should really turn in early tonight. You hesitated, narrowing your eyes at your friend. He was acting weird and Matsukawa was glad that he wasn’t the only one who had noticed that.

“Okay…” You slowly stood up, looking away from the man and sending Matsukawa a little smile. “Well, goodnight. I guess I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning.” You said, stealing one more look at Suna before you headed for the stairs. He didn’t look at you again, only moving to talk to Matsukawa as you made your way up the steps and to your bedroom. You were glad that tonight you weren’t very hungry, because you didn’t want to be downstairs when Suna was acting so strange and Matsukawa was tired.

You shut your bedroom door, walking to your closet and sliding open one of the doors. You got out your pajama pants and a tank-top, sliding your work clothes off quickly and putting your pajama pants on. As you stood in your bra, you tossed your dirty clothes into the dirty laundry and took your bra off, relieved that tomorrow was Saturday. It was a busy week starting your new job with all of the training, but it truthfully wasn’t bad, you were just ready for a break.

You had just barely gotten your tank-top on and shut the closet when there was a knock on your bedroom door, keeping you from going to take your makeup off.

“Come in.” You called, figuring that it was only Suna, and as you peeked back, you were right. “Hey, Rin.” He sent you a small smile that didn’t go away as fast as the last and leaned against the doorframe.

“Is it okay if I sleep in your friends room or should I camp out downstairs?”

“Yeah, just don’t trash the place.” You teased, earning a little chuckle from the man who nodded.

“Promise.” He spoke sort of softly, confusing you as to why, but before you could ask him, he had already turned away. “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.” You couldn’t lie, your feelings were a bit hurt— pathetically if anything— due to Suna’s cold behavior. He was acting strange and you weren’t sure why.

“Goodnight.” He hesitated before pulling the door shut, peeking quickly back at you.

“Sleep well.”

“You sleep well, too.” You said with a small smile, watching the man shut the door before giving a little sigh and heading to your bathroom. You quickly took your makeup off, washed your face and headed to your bed. You sat there for a couple minutes trying to decide what to do before you reached for your book. You were almost finished with it, and since you were unable to watch the tv in the living room because Matsukawa was there, you decided to read until you were tired enough to sleep. With the overhead light on, you had plenty of light to read the last few thrilling chapters of the mystery that you had woken up this morning wanting to read before you had to go to work.

Just as you finished the last chapter with a sigh, your stomach growled. You thought about getting some water as you set the book aside, thinking you could be quiet enough while the other man was sleeping downstairs.

As quietly as you could, you padded out of your room, passing by Suna’s and seeing that the light was still on. You headed down the stairs quietly, not bothering to check up on the other man right now as you avoided every known creak in the floorboards and stairs. You glanced at the barren sofa as you headed for the kitchen.

“Oh, hi.” You greeted as you looked at the man’s bare back. Matsukawa turned, a glass of water in his hand as he looked at you. He sent you a sort of guilty looking smile before speaking.

“Hey— sorry, I got thirsty.”

“Nothing to apologize for, I did, too.” You said, walking over and getting a glass that you filled up from the fridge. You leaned against the counter a little bit away from the shirtless man and looked at him, trying to fill the silence yet again. “So how long have you been working with Suna?” You asked, trying not to be rude as you stayed away from the man. Truthfully Suna was the only man you’d been around for awhile, especially shirtless, so it was weird to be around a stranger while he stood in your kitchen without a shirt on.

“We met after high school, but it wasn’t until a few months later that we linked up again. He was already working on selling some stuff and offered to let me join in. I thought “Why not?” We struggled a lot, but we make most of our money separately even nowadays. I don’t know, we’re not really business partners— I think Suna just likes to call us that to make us sound more legit. He sure makes more sales than I do, I know that for sure.” You chuckled in a familiar way to Matsukawa, making his eyebrow twitch in suspicion as you sipped your water.

“I’ve only known him a few months, but I can say he’s a pretty good sweet talker.” Matsukawa hummed, taking another sip of his water.

“He definitely has his way with words. It’s kind of scary.” Matsukawa said, making you give a little laugh and nod. “You didn’t fall for it though, did ya?” He asked, getting the kind of vibe from you that wasn’t the same as he usually got from people— or maybe it was mixed with the fact that Suna didn’t like or talk to most people unless he had to, and to keep you around for 7 months was the longest he’d seen anyone kept beside Suna aside from himself without seeing them getting tossed aside.

“No, I was pretty skeptical of him.” You said, finishing off the last bit of your water and setting the glass in the sink. “But what can I say, he’s an interesting presence.” You said, swearing that you’d heard footsteps upstairs down the hall, but by the way that Matsukawa looked, he hadn’t heard them.

“I kind of like him when he isn’t being an unbearable asshole.” You gave a soft laugh and peeked out the window that was over the sink and at the moon.

“He has his moments.” You said, though Matsukawa wasn’t sure if you meant that he had his nice moments or you were claiming he was nicer than Matsukawa had seen— which wouldn’t have surprised him in the least. “You know, I think I’m gonna head to bed.” You said, swearing you heard those same footsteps overhead again. “Sleep well, Matsukawa.” You said, making the man smile a bit as he nodded.

“Thank you, I think I will.” He said, though even now he wasn’t all that tired. “You sleep well, too. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, (y/n).” You sent the man one final smile before you headed off, walking up the stairs and glancing down the hall. The light beneath Suna’s door was still on, so you went to investigate.

Gently, you knocked on the door before opening it and peeking inside. Suna looked at you from his spot on the bed, a book in hand. You walked inside, shutting the door behind you and leaning against it.

“You can read?” You teased, making a small smirk curl onto his face as he gave a playful roll of his eyes.

“You can?” He retorted poorly, making you laugh either way.

“Were you just walking down the hall?” You asked, slowly walking over as Suna set the book down and scooted to the edge of the bed. He nodded, watching you lean against the wall and cross your arms. “You need something?”

“I was just seeing if you were awake.”

���Seems like we all are. Strange for someone who was so exhausted earlier.” You said, seeing right through the man’s lies. Of course you hadn’t believed that pathetically fake looking yawn earlier— you had seen Suna when he was damn near exhausted on only 2 hours of sleep several days in a row, and tonight he had looked rather refreshed. “Funnily enough, Matsukawa doesn’t seem all that tired either.” You said, following the man with your eyes as he stood up and moved closer to you.

“Okay, fine— I was trying to get rid of Matsukawa.” He admitted. You raised an eyebrow at the man.

“How come?”

“What, I can’t see my friend alone after two weeks of not seeing her?” He asked, earning a little chuckle from you.

“It’s barely been two weeks.”

“Same thing.”

“It isn’t exactly the same thing.” You gave another laugh when the man rolled his eyes at you, though as he did, a soft smile was quick to curl onto his lips as he pressed a hand to the wall beside your head and leaned close— so close that his nose brushed against yours.

“I missed you.” He whispered, his lips grazing your cheek as he leaned in. You licked your lips, not noticing how quickly the man had gotten so close, but not caring in the slightest.

“I missed you, too.” You whispered back as softly as he had spoken. Suna gently pressed his lips to yours, his hand moving up to cup your cheek as he kissed you softly. He smelt as good as you’d remembered him smelling so close, and his lips seemed softer than you had remembered. Suna’s lips left yours, his nose brushing against your jaw as he slowly moved down to kiss your neck. You leaned your head back, keeping your eyes closed as his hot breath hit your skin.

His lips ghosted along your neck, driving you crazy as you slid your fingers up into his hair. Suna pulled back after pressing a few soft kisses to your neck, going back to your lips quickly. This time, he kissed you just as gently as before, almost shocking you. Usually after a gentle kiss, Suna would get faster, more rough and hard with his kisses. His fingers trailed along your side, gently curling around your hip and bringing you closer.

Your arms slid around his shoulders, kissing him back just as softly as he was kissing you. It felt weird— like he was a lover who had been gone for months on end, but he was only gone for a little over a week and a half and he wasn’t even your boyfriend— but who were you to complain? Suna’s gentle kisses certainly weren’t something you’d turn down.

Just as Suna’s tongue pushed into your mouth and slowly wrapped around your own, the bedroom door suddenly opened without warning or a knock.

“Hey, Suna— I fuckin’ knew it, you dirty little liar.” Suna pulled back from you quick, looking at Matsukawa as he tried to hide his shocked and guilty expression, but his heart was racing in a way that he hadn’t felt in years. “You are dating her.” Matsukawa said smugly as he crossed his arms.

“No, I’m not.” Suna said, looking back at you. “Tell him.”

“Yeah, no— we’re not dating.” You said without hesitation, looking back at the curly haired man who shook his head as you slid your arms back away from Suna, though his hand was still on your hip.

“Making your girlfriend lie for you, Suna?”

“We’re not lying because we’re not dating.” He persisted. “Just fucking around.”

“Like a couple?” Suna frowned, making the man chuckle as he rarely got to see Suna show much of anything.

“Like fuck-buddies, maybe. I don’t know, it isn’t like we gave it a name.” He said, moving to face the man more. “What do you want anyways?”

“Well, I wanted to know if you would watch a movie with me, but I see you’re a little preoccupied with your girlfriend.”

“She isn’t my girlfriend.”

“Then prove it.” Matsukawa said simply.

“How the hell am I supposed to do that?” Matsukawa shrugged, looking at you and then Suna.

“Figure it out, I don’t know.” Suna gave a soft scoff.

“What do you want, me to let you fuck her?” He asked, but before Matsukawa could reply, you did.

“I am standing right here, guys.”

“You’re right—” Matsukawa started, looking from you to Suna again. “Why don’t you ask her if that’s what she wants before offering.”

“I wasn’t offering, asshole, I was being sarcastic.” Suna frowned deeper, only seeming to amuse Matsukawa more.

“Why? Because you’re protective of your girlfriend?”

“You know what—” He started, but he stopped and bit down on his tongue as he was at a loss for words to say. Flustered, Suna huffed and looked away from the man. “Fuck off, Matsukawa. I’m busy.” He said, leaning down and kissing your neck, though this time he applied more pressure. The noticeable change in Suna’s personality around Matsukawa came again and slapped you across the face as he nipped at your neck and made you suck in a quick breath of air from your nose.

“That’s just sad, you won’t even admit that you have a girlfriend?”

“I will admit that I have a girlfriend when I do have a girlfriend.”

“So admit it.” Suna huffed, looking at Matsukawa again.

“You know what— why don’t you come fuck her? If she doesn’t complain, why would I?” You looked between the two men. “Since I’m not her boyfriend, I wouldn’t care.” Matsukawa looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

“And what do you say about this?” Suna looked at you along with Matsukawa, an unreadable sort of expression on his face as he looked at you. Your mouth opened to reply as you looked at Suna, but closed as you looked at Matsukawa.

“I… I, uh— I don’t know.” You stumbled over your words as Suna’s hand inched closer to your head that was pressed against the wall. He leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he quietly whispered.

“If you don’t want to, just say no. Matsukawa isn’t gonna make you do anything and I won’t either.” You swallowed, looking back at the other man who held a bit of a smirk on his face. Truth be told, it irritated you as well that the man didn’t believe the two of you, but it also made your heart race to think about dating Suna.

“Um… I guess we could.” You said slowly, glancing at Suna as he pulled back a bit and looked at you, that unreadable expression still on his pretty face. “I mean, I’ve never done it, so… why not…?” You said, though it came out as more of a question as you looked at the man in front of you. Matsukawa rolled his eyes at the two of you— so close, obviously into each other, yet it wasn’t that he doubted Suna hadn’t asked you out yet.

“You really want to have sex with a stranger?” Matsukawa raised an eyebrow at you. “Instead of just admitting that you’re together?” He pressed, watching Suna shake his head as he looked at the man.

“For the love of god, we are not dating.”

“So I guess you should prove it.”

“Admit it, you just want to suck my cock.” Suna said, making Matsukawa snicker in disbelief.

“Need I remind you that this was your idea to begin with— you’re the one who wants to suck my cock.”

“Oh, god…” You mumbled, watching the two men bicker as Suna narrowed his eyes. Matsukawa looked at the man and then at you.

“I mean, come on guys— look at Suna, he is glaring at me. I’ve never seen him look at someone like this.” He said. You peeked at Suna before looking back at Matsukawa and shrugged.

“He’s an Aquarius, I think his face just looks like that.” You joked lightly. Matsukawa gave a soft chuckle and shook his head.

“My best friend is an Aquarius.” He said, thinking of Makki and never seeing him making this face.

“I didn’t know you two were best friends.” You teased.

“No, I meant my other friend.” Matsukawa said, something you teasingly raised an eyebrow at.

“I thought you said he was your best friend.” Matsukawa hesitated, looking between Suna’s glare and your raised eyebrow and giving a sigh.

“You guys really do look like a couple.” Suna sighed and shook his head one more time as he looked at you.

“Do you really want to do this?” The man in front of you asked, watching you give a small nod.

“It’s fine.” You agreed, looking back at Matsukawa. “So, uh, are you gonna come join or what?” You asked, watching as the man looked between the two of you before giving a little shake of his head and walking over.

“You two are kind of ridiculous.” Suna seemed to hesitate for a moment as Matsukawa got closer, moving to the bed and looking at you as he gestured for you to go with him. You sent Matsukawa a little smile, sitting on the edge of the bed and patting the spot beside you while Suna leaned in and pressed his lips to your neck, his hand moving to your thigh and giving your leg a squeeze over the pajama pants that you wore.

Matsukawa sat beside you, still shirtless like you’d seen him before in the kitchen. You stole one quick look at Suna who was kissing along your neck before you turned your attention to Matsukawa. He looked almost awkward, as if he was unsure what he should do, so you leaned in, pressing your hand to his arm and kissing him. Matsukawa was tense for a second before he started to lean in to the kiss.

Suna gave your neck a soft bite, his hand sliding up your leg and pushing into your pants. You shifted on the bed to make it easier for him to push his fingers into your thin pajama pants, actually enjoying the kiss with Matsukawa as his tongue pushed into your mouth. You slid your hand up his arm and into his hair, giving it a slight tug while you turned your head into the kiss.

The other man beside you pushed his fingers into your underwear and immediately started to rub at your clit, making you give a little moan into your kiss with Matsukawa. Suna pulled back, moving to sit on his knees off the bed between your legs. You broke the kiss with Matsukawa to look down at the man, lifting your hips so he could slide your pants off, though he took your underwear with him as well and leaned in. He stole a quick look at you while Matsukawa leaned down to kiss your neck. You licked your lips as you looked at the man. He held the eye contact for a moment before leaning in and closing his eyes as he started to suck on your clit.

Matsukawa reached up, his warm palm pressing to your breast over the tank-top that you wore. He hadn’t realized just how hard your nipples were until now, giving your breast a soft squeeze while he nibbled on your neck. You turned your attention back to Matsukawa, nudging his jaw so he would look at you and kissing him again when he did. You pulled back a moment later, stripping the tank-top that you wore off and leaving you naked beside the shirtless man and tossing the clothing aside.

You grabbed onto his shoulders, laying back and bringing him with you. Matsukawa pressed his hands to the bed beside you, resting his knee to the bed so that he was still beside you though closer as you kissed him again. Your hand slid down his shoulders, feeling along his lightly defined abs and hooking your finger around his pajama pants. Before he could even think about it, your hand pushed into his pants and wrapped your fingers around his hard shaft that twitched in your hand.

A soft moan came from you as Suna continued to lick and suck on your clit, bringing his fingers up and teasing your entrance with two of them. You moved one of your legs, wrapping it around Matsukawa’s waist and continuing to kiss him while you spread yourself more for Suna and continued to stroke Matsukawa’s cock inside of the pants he wore. Suna stole a quick glance at the two of you, giving a small frown and shoving his fingers inside of you. You gave a yelp in shock, breaking the kiss and peeking down at the man, but Matsukawa leaned down and took your nipple into his mouth a couple seconds later and blocked the small space you had to look at Suna.

You laid your head back, trying to move your hand faster along Matsukawa’s shaft and curling your toes while Suna fingered you quickly. Matsukawa sucked hard on your nipple, maybe trying to make you moan the way that Suna was making you moan with his fingers deep inside of you. You gave a soft moan beneath your breath, trying to keep quiet but not managing to do so as Matsukawa moved his mouth and started to suck on your breast.

The stimulation on both parts of your body was a lot, making you clench around Suna’s fingers like you might cum if he kept it up— which he did. Matsukawa left a small mark on your breast, kissing up your neck before he pushed his lips back to yours and gave a soft moan into your mouth as you squeezed his shaft. Suna curled his fingers inside of you, making you come undone. You broke the kiss with Matsukawa, squirting around Suna’s fingers as he continued to suck on your clit.

“Ah, fuck Rintarō!” You moaned out on instinct, squeezing your leg around Matsukawa who leaned back down to kiss along your neck and added to how good it felt with Suna’s fingers prolonging your orgasm. Suna pulled back once you stopped, sliding his fingers out of you and bringing them to his mouth. He stood, stripping his shirt off just as Matsukawa looked back at the man. You looked at Suna as he moved to sit on the bed, leaning in and taking your nipple into his mouth and sucking on it.

Matsukawa moved back, your hand falling free from his pants as he did. You looked at the man while he stripped them off, leaving his boxers on and tossing his pants to the floor. You eyed the man for a moment before you looked at Suna.

“Why don’t you take your boxers off, too, and fuck me?” You asked, peeking at Matsukawa who seemed a bit surprised at how bluntly you’d spoken.

“Oh, uh— okay.” Suna kissed up your neck, nibbling on your skin with every kiss and making you give a soft moan as you closed your eyes and leaned your head to the side. His lips finally pressed to yours as Matsukawa took his boxers off and looked at the two of you. He couldn’t help but feel as if he was intruding on the moment, watching your arms wrap around Suna’s shoulders and push up into his hair. But even as Suna leaned over you more and pressed his body to yours, Matsukawa moved closer and grabbed onto your legs. You shifted on the bed to help the man get on his knees and wrap your legs around his waist.

Your fingers slowly slid along Suna’s back, your nails tracing along his shoulder blades and feeling the muscles while Matsukawa lined himself up with your entrance. He was going to speak, but you were too enthralled by the kiss that he thought you might ignore him, so he didn’t waste his breath, instead slowly starting to rock himself inside of you.

A soft moan came from you that was muffled against Suna’s mouth as you continued to kiss the man,. His tongue pushed into your mouth, wrapping around your own while Matsukawa worked on steadily thrusting inside of you. A more audible moan came from you as Suna pulled back from the kiss to turn his head before pushing his lips back to yours. You could hardly help giving a squirm on the bed, eyebrows furrowing inwards as Matsukawa pushed all of himself inside of you.

“Oh, fuck,” you moaned against Suna’s mouth, digging your nails into his back while Matsukawa rocked himself inside of you. Suna’s fingers slid down, slightly chilled and rough at the fingertips as he pressed them to your clit and started to rub a small circle. Matsukawa gave a soft sound at how tightly you started to squeeze him when Suna did that, grabbing onto your thighs tighter and starting to move a bit faster.

Inside of you, he felt similar to Suna, making you moan even more because of how big he was. Suna leaned down to kiss your neck, though he didn’t stop at your chest. Instead he kept kissing, enclosing his mouth around your breast. You laid your head back on the bed with a moan, keeping your eyes closed while Suna sucked on your skin and Matsukawa thrusted himself inside of you.

Suna moved to your nipple once he was satisfied with the hickey he’d left on you, sucking on your hardened bud and making you give a little moan of his name beneath your breath before you gave another moan when Matsukawa thrusted deep and hard inside of you. Your breasts bounced along with his movements as Suna pulled back from your chest, stealing a quick look at Matsukawa who noticed his glance.

“You stop and put her in doggy.” He said, moving to take his pants and boxers off. Matsukawa regretfully pulled himself out of you, watching as you sent him a quick little smile. Suna moved to rest against the headboard of the bed, patting his thigh when you glanced at him, looking at his dick and then you. Moving, you got on your hands and knees in front of him, glancing at Matsukawa as you started to stroke Suna’s thick cock. The other man moved over, wondering if this was what Suna had wanted from him or not, though he didn’t even look at Matsukawa. Instead he grabbed a fistful of your hair and held it back while you slowly leaned in and took the tip into your mouth.

Matsukawa slid his hands along your ass, glancing back at Suna who watched you, his thumb gently rubbing your forehead, something that Matsukawa couldn’t see as he positioned himself back at your entrance. He pushed himself inside of you, making you give a moan around Suna’s cock as he didn’t give you the time to adjust to his size again before he started to thrust himself inside of you like he had been just a moment ago before Suna had gone and ruined his rhythm.

Suna was quiet even as you choked on his cock with every movement from Matsukawa. He closed his eyes and rested his head back against the headboard, only giving soft groans beneath his breath that neither of you could hear with how you were moaning and gagging around his shaft. You squeezed your eyes shut, eyebrows furrowing inwards as the tip of Suna’s dick continuously hit the back of your throat in a painful way, though you couldn’t complain about the way that Matsukawa was slamming himself inside of you.

You grabbed tight onto the sheets beside Suna, toes curling as you thought an orgasm might be coming soon. Suna gave your hair a couple tugs, catching your attention as you looked up at him as good as you could and sucked hard on his shaft. You didn’t need to bob your head anymore since Matsukawa was moving your body along with his movements. Suna was looking at you when you looked at him, mouth closed, eyes half-lidded without a single word spoken.

With two more deep thrusts inside of you, you closed your eyes as you came around Matsukawa’s shaft. You squirted out around him as he continued to thrust deep inside of you. His fingers gripped tight onto your hips, making you wonder if he may bruise you like Suna had before in the past with how tightly he held onto you. Matsukawa gave a quiet moan, feeling himself getting close to cumming, though Suna seemed content. His cock twitched in your mouth as Matsukawa thrusted inside of you and you hollowed your cheeks around him, his fingers giving your hair the occasional tug. You squirmed back against Matsukawa who felt close, like he could cum with any thrust inside of you, though he was holding off as long as he could.

Despite the fact that you were squeezing tight around him, Matsukawa was still surprised that Suna had been holding off for so long and yet Matsukawa was ready to cum. He felt competitive, but even if he wanted to hold off until Suna came, he couldn’t. Matsukawa gave a loud moan as he came inside of you, stopping his movements with one final deep thrust inside of you as he reached his own orgasm. The man panted slightly, peeking open his eyes and seeing Suna looking at you with a plain look on his face that was familiar to the man.

“Fuck,” he mumbled to himself, sliding himself out of you while you continued to suck on Suna’s cock. Suna glanced back at Matsukawa as the man relaxed on the bed, catching his eye quickly. The man raised an eyebrow at Matsukawa, another plain and judgmental look from him that was familiar to Matsukawa.

“Did you like that?” He asked, giving your hair a light tug while you gagged around his shaft. Matsukawa was unsure what to say, opening his mouth though closing it quickly afterwards; Suna was often asking him questions that he didn’t want an answer to, let alone that, Matsukawa didn’t really want to answer him. The way that he was looking at him was as unfriendly as it always was.

After a moment of silence, Suna looked back to you, pulling you up even though he was yet to cum, letting his cock slap back against his stomach. There was a line of spit falling past your still puckered lips and falling down your chin as Suna leaned down and kissed you. It was quick before he pulled back and moved. You sat up on your knees, looking as the man moved behind you and pressed a quick kiss to your shoulder.

Before you knew it, he’d pushed you back down on the bed. You quickly caught yourself and pressed your elbows to the bed. Suna spread your legs more with his knees, positioning himself at your entrance, his shaft rubbing against you as he leaned over you.

“Are you ready?” He asked, pressing another kiss to your head. You chewed on the inside of your lip and nodded. Almost immediately after you agreed, Suna pushed himself inside of you, hard and fast, making you give a yelp and clench tight onto the sheets. Suna leaned back up, grabbing your hips tighter than Matsukawa had grabbed at you as your toes curled on the bed. Even when Matsukawa was going his fastest, it hadn’t seemed like he was pounding into you like Suna was right now.

You were left moaning and gasping, holding onto the sheets for dear life as your toes curled painfully. Matsukawa sat there for a moment, unsure of where he fit in at this moment, though Suna was quick to put him in a place.

“I’m not gonna touch your dick, if you wanna join just go up there and have her suck it.” He said blandly as you were moaning louder than you had been when Matsukawa was inside of you.

Was he being too gentle and he needed to be as hard as Suna was? He was unsure— the sounds from you sure didn’t sound like you were moaning in pleasure, but you hadn’t said stop or shouted out a random word that he would assume was a safe-word.

Even with his thoughts, Matsukawa moved, sitting up by your head. You peeked at the man as he sat down, still holding tight onto the bed sheets. The man sent you an almost pitiful look as you squeezed your eyes shut as another pained sounding yell came from you. Yet Suna was making little noise, only giving little grunts every now and then as he pressed your skin in harshly with his fingers.

Despite how rough the man was being with you, you moved up a bit, pressing a hand to Matsukawa’s thigh that immediately clamped down. He gave a soft hiss as your fingernails dug into his skin, though he wasn’t complaining much— especially after you took the tip of his cock into your mouth. You were warm, sliding your tongue around him and sucking hard. Matsukawa gave a moan as you sucked so hard, surprising him as you took more of him into your mouth and tried to not moan so much around his shaft.

Matsukawa’s cock twitched in your mouth as you sucked hard on him, feeling your throat against the tip of his cock. He grabbed down on the sheets, leaning his head back with a moan. It had been weeks since he’d gotten his dick sucked, though as you sucked hard he thought back and realized he hadn’t felt something this good even once before. Matsukawa gave a shaky moan, twitching again in your mouth while Suna thrusted deep inside of you. He forced you to take more of Matsukawa down your throat, making you give another gag between moans. Your eyes had already been teary though this time they were spilling out tears as you sucked on Matsukawa’s shaft as well as you could in this position.

The man almost felt bad for you as you gagged around him, grabbing tight onto his thigh and the sheets beside you while Suna pounded you harder than he had even thought of doing it. Sure, Suna might not have been the nicest guy he’d ever met, though Matsukawa couldn’t help being surprised that he was being so rough with you. Dare he think that he looked as if he was kissing and holding you rather gently when he’d come into the room.

Nevertheless, Matsukawa leaned his head back and resisted the urge to cum again so quickly, but it was hard with how well you were sucking on his cock mixed with how you were gagging around him because of Suna. He was surprised that the man hadn’t cum yet, wondering when he might finally come undone and wondering if he made a godly awful face— as such an attractive looking man, it was hard for Matsukawa to imagine Suna looking bad when he’d never once any time the man was looking at him. Matsukawa’s fingers grabbed at the sheets, clenching it up into his fists and letting out a moan as he reached another orgasm, though this time inside of your mouth.

“Oh-ah, fuck!” He moaned out, hitting his head on the headboard rather harshly and almost hurting a bit. He stayed as still as he could as you still gagged and sucked on his cock while Suna continued to pound inside of you. You tried to swallow, though a good amount of Matsukawa’s cum slid past your mouth and down his shaft. He stole a quick, tired look at Suna who looked as unbothered as before, merely holding onto you and giving out soft grunts beneath his breath. He almost couldn’t believe it— how was it possible for Suna to look decent with sweat on his forehead, yet even as you squirted around his cock, it didn’t seem like Suna had reached an orgasm yet.

Suna stopped moving, sliding his hands along your ass and up your lower back. There were noticeable marks on your hips, though Matsukawa was certain if he’d caused it at all, Suna had made it worse. The man moved out from beneath you when you pulled back from his cock with a gasp. He stretched out, though just as you moved to wipe your mouth, Suna leaned down, his chest pressing to your back and his hand to the bed. You glanced at the man who gave your shoulder a bite.

“Hold still,” he said, starting to move again in the new position. Your eyes closed quickly as another moan fell from you. Suna hooked his arm around your neck, keeping you close and whispering something to you beneath his breath that Matsukawa couldn’t hear. You leaned into the man, your toes curled so tight that it seemed painful. Matsukawa gave his throat a soft clear, though neither of you were seeming to listen as you were too distracted by Suna and Suna was either ignoring him or was too busy listening to you to hear him. Your fingers grabbed back at the sheets, though Suna’s hand pressed on top of yours as he moved quickly inside of you.

“Ah, Rintarō!” You moaned out loudly, squirming beneath the man and clenching around him tight. It was as if you were trying to cum, but you just couldn’t manage another orgasm so soon as he thrusted inside of you. Suna’s panting was right in your ear, his soft voice occasionally whispering to you.

“Oh, you’re gonna make me cum,” he mumbled, earning a soft whine from you. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum this time.” He said, squeezing his eyes as he stayed close to you. Neither of you were aware of what Matsukawa was doing, nor did it seem to you like Suna cared as he focused all of his attention on you. “Just keep clenching around me like that,” he said with a soft grunt. “You’re gonna make me cum.” He said again, pressing an absentminded kiss to your head. “I’ve been saving up just for you,” he mumbled, nuzzling closer and knowing he was about to cum and it would only take a few more thrusts. “You ready for this?” He asked with a little hum, pulling you closer around the neck as you nodded.

“Fuck, I’m so ready for it.” You said back in a low tone, though you were nowhere near as quiet as Suna was as he continuously hit that deep spot inside of you that was driving you crazy. “Fuck, Rintarō, please just give it to me, please!” Your eyes squeezed so tightly shut that you saw stars as the man finally came inside of you with one final hard thrust, giving a light, airy moan right by your ear that slowly drew out into a shaky moan as he leaned fully into you and took a moment to breathe after finally reaching an orgasm nearly the whole two weeks. Minus a single phone call with you that had turned down a rather sexual road, Suna hadn’t touched himself once, knowing for certain the first time he was balls deep inside of you again once he was home was going to be worth it.

And even if Matsukawa was here, he had been right.

Suna pulled back, sliding himself out of you and stretching his arms out over his head as he sat back on the bed. Matsukawa didn’t dare look at the man, instead peeking at you as you sat up on your knees, still panting with cum sliding down your leg and shaky hands.

“I guess you’re probably pretty tired, huh?” Matsukawa commented, catching your attention as you looked at the man.

“Don’t kid yourself, Matsukawa.” Suna said, challenging the man with a sharp look. “She fucks with me, she can take a lot.”

“Clearly, you weren’t what I’d call gentle.”

“Why would I be?” Suna asked plainly, trying desperately, it seemed to you, to prove to the man that the two of you were nothing more than a couple of acquaintances, maybe friends if he was feeling polite, who merely took time in the bedroom with each other. Matsukawa didn’t know what to say to that bland response. He couldn’t really build a case as of right now, almost completely convinced that you two weren’t lying and he’d merely been in the wrong, but there was always time for Suna to snap, wasn’t there?

“Okay,” you said with a yawn. “Well if you guys are just gonna stare at each other, I’m going to take a shower.” You said. There were noticeable hickey on your body, bruise marks on your hips and a bite mark on your shoulder that Matsukawa was sure was going to be gone within the night. He glanced at Suna who leaned back on his hands, completely unbothered by the thought of continuing or stopping. Matsukawa didn’t know what he wanted truthfully— he’d already reached two orgasms tonight and he was feeling tired finally, but it seemed like he took too long to answer as you stood. “If you change your mind, you know where I am.”

Suna noticeably clenched his jaw before standing up as you left the bedroom. He glanced at Matsukawa as he put his boxers on.

“Get out of my room.” Matsukawa rolled his eyes at the childish man and went to put his own boxers on.

“It isn’t even your room,” he said, grabbing his pajama pants, though not bothering to put those on as he glanced at your clothes that were tossed aside. Suna tapped his foot against the ground a couple of times, gathering them up and tossing them at Matsukawa. He barely caught them before they fell to the floor, catching the tank-top string on his pinky and looking at Suna, almost shocked.

“I think we all know what you want.” Suna said, picking his pants up and folding them.

“No, I don—” Matsukawa started, but Suna cut him off.

“Just go. I’ll get more of her later anyways.” Matsukawa hesitated as the man shooed him away. “Go on before she locks the door.” Matsukawa sighed, walking out of the room and shutting the door after himself. He turned to walk to the downstairs area of your apartment, though he stole a quick look at the direction of your room and hesitated. Slowly, he walked towards your room, giving the door a soft knock that nobody replied to. When he tried the door, it was unlocked.

Swallowing hard, Matsukawa walked in the room, seeing the bathroom door open and hearing the shower running.

“Uh, hey— I have your clothes.” He called. You poked your head out of the bathroom, sending him a little smile and walking over. Matsukawa couldn’t help himself, stealing a quick look at your breasts that shifted along with your movements as you took the tank-top and pajama pants from the man.

“Thank you.” You said with a little smile. “Is that all?” Matsukawa just sort of stared at you for a second, trying to decide. What did he hope from coming in here anyways? He didn’t even really know, truthfully he just came to return your clothes, but when you asked him that, strangely enough he didn’t really want to leave.

“I, umm…” He hesitated like a kid who was in trouble, rubbing his lips together as he looked into your eyes. “Y-yeah.” He said, his heart seeming to pick up the pace as you tilted your head a ways to the side in question.

“Are you sure?” Matsukawa nodded, but he wasn’t, and you knew it. You pushed yourself up a bit, pressing a hand to his bare chest over his racing heart though not making a comment about it like he thought you might.

“Then goodnight, Matsukawa.” You said, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek before pulling back. He swallowed and nodded again, taking a small step backwards.

“Goodnight, (y/n).”

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Only For A Moment: July

Summary: A series of shorter one shots from Chris and Whitney’s life together throughout the pandemic. Some happy times, some harder times, some fluff and some things a little more sexy - they work through it all as they try to get settled in their new and blossoming relationship.

Chris Evans x OFC

Part of the Once Bitten/More Hearts series

Only For A Moment: June

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July 2020

Chris was stressed.

It was understandable as he'd just launched his new endeavour - A Starting Point - but it was worrying me how anxious and overwhelmed he seemed to be. The feedback so far had been good, but he was still concerned about how it was going to be received and whether or not people would actually find it useful. He had several long, full days of interviews scheduled to promote it and explain what they hoped to achieve and, after the first week, he was exhausted which made him moody and withdrawn.

It didn't help that Grayson had quickly adjusted to having our undivided attention and was growing increasingly frustrated with his dad's busy schedule. The Friday after the launch, Chris promised him that he'd be done by bedtime so he could tuck him in, but technical difficulties got in the way and he was once again stuck in front of his laptop until well into the evening.

And that was where I found him, at almost nine o'clock, when I went to see if he'd be finished anytime soon. I'd poked my head around the door and saw him sat at his desk with his head in his hands and the sight made my heart ache.  Sneaking up behind him, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

"Hey," I greeted him softly. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine," he assured me, but the sigh that followed told me otherwise. "Just tired. It's been a busy week."

"It has. We've missed you."

My words weren't meant to add guilt to his stress, but I realized my mistake when he winced.

"Sorry," he mumbled, placing a kiss on my arm where it rested across his chest. "I did try to finish early today - I suggested we push the last interview until tomorrow when we hit the connection issues, but they weren't having it. Was Grayson mad that I missed bedtime again?"

"Not mad," I shrugged. "Just a bit disappointed."

Chris' head fell forward and his shoulders stiffened.

"That's worse."

"No, it's not," I insisted, squeezing him tightly. "He was just a little sad, but he got over it. I promised him that you'd do something fun with him when you weren't so busy and he accepted that."

"I was actually thinking of taking him to the museum to see the dinosaur exhibit," Chris admitted. "They just reopened, but he'd have to wear a mask."

"He'd love that," I smiled, knowing how much both of them loved their father and son days. We'd made an effort to give him more one on one time, but it was limiting when we hadn't been able to leave the house much until recently. "And I think he'd be okay with a mask. We can order one and get him to wear it at home for a bit to get used to it."

"Good idea," Chris nodded. "I can do that tomorrow"

"Or I can," I suggested, kissing the side of his head. "You're busy enough at the moment. And you're stressed, I can feel the tension in your shoulders."

Chris sighed again and I felt a pang of sympathy for him.

"I know. This project just means a lot to me. I want it to do well."

"And it is," I reminded him as an idea hit me. "C'mon, I know what you need to help you relax."

"Oh, yeah?" Chris smirked and I rolled my eyes as his mind had clearly gone straight to something dirty. "What would that be?"

"Probably not whatever you're thinking of," I informed him. "But there's some pizza left in the kitchen. Go have a slice of that and then meet me in the bedroom."

"Alright, I like the sound of this."

His smirk had grown and I swatted the back of his head as I slid my arms off of his shoulders.

"Don't be such a perv!"

He laughed and stood up from his chair as I shook my head and he pulled me in for a quick kiss before we headed downstairs and went our separate ways.

-

If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was run the perfect bath for relaxation. It had been my tradition every evening after I'd dropped Gray off at Chris' house - I would pour myself a glass of wine and take a bath, enjoying the opportunity for a long soak without the risk of Grayson interrupting. The bathtub in Chris' en suite made that indulgence even better due to it's size and depth and I'd taken advantage of it several times during our stay with Chris. Which meant that I had quite the assortment of bath salts and bubble bath to create the perfect bath for Chris.

The tub had just finished filling up when he walked in and I heard him chuckle at the sight.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed."

"Oh, shush," I teased, turning around to face him once I'd turned off the taps. "This will be much more effective than whatever you were imagining."

Chris scoffed at that claim, a smirk firmly on his face.

"I disagree."

"I'm sure you do, but that's too bad. Now, strip."

"Ooh, I like it when you're bossy."

His comment earned another roll of my eyes as I crossed my arms and waited for him to do as I'd instructed.

As he did, I couldn't help, but stare. He seemed to be toning up even more during our quarantine and the sight of his perfectly sculpted body took my breath away every time I had the luxury of seeing it. He caught my gaze and colour flooded my cheeks as I knew that he'd seen me gawking at him, but despite the smug look on his face, he made no comment as he climbed into the tub.

Once he was settled with his head resting back on the edge of the tub, I sat down on the closed lid of the toilet and picked my phone up from where it was sitting on the counter. I unlocked the screen with the intention of replying to my mother who had messaged me while I was getting the bath ready, but a giggle slipped from my lips when I saw what was already open on my phone from earlier that day. Chris raised a questioning eyebrow and I debated whether or not to tell him about it. It had the potential to send his stress levels sky rocketing again, but if he thought I was hiding something from him, it would probably irritate him and ruin his mood anyway so I came clean.

"Hannah sent me a link to an Instagram account today that posts lots of gossip stuff," I informed him. "Most of it seems to be just random submissions, but they've been right a few times, I guess, so people seem to believe whatever they say now."

"And why did she send you a link to it?"

"Because apparently you're engaged."

I was smiling as I broke the news to him because obviously I knew it wasn't true, but Chris let out a groan of annoyance.

"Engaged to who?! To you?"

"No, to a mysterious blonde. Apparently, the person who sent in the message has a friend who spotted you picking up some takeout with this woman. Her ring was clearly on display and you were openly affectionate with her while you waited for your food."

"That's just a straight up lie," Chris huffed. "I don't know why people waste their time making this shit up and I really don't know why you bother reading it."

"It's not like I seek it out, but Hannah finds it entertaining to see what people are saying about us," I shrugged. "You have to admit that it's kinda funny. It sends everyone into such a frenzy."

Chris shot me a look.

"Funny isn't the word I'd use."

"C'mon, it's a little amusing!" I smiled, scrolling down to the comments. "Like, look, they're discussing whether or not I fit the description in case I just dyed my hair blonde. But then someone else says they saw me in L.A. two weeks ago, around the time you were with the blonde woman, so it couldn't possibly be me. They're like little detectives."

Chris rolled his eyes, but there was a reluctant smile on his face.

"Detectives aren't allowed to just make things up," he pointed out. "Unless you took a secret trip a few weeks ago that I didn't know about."

"No, I didn't," I laughed. "You have some very creative fans."

"I don't think it's my fans who write that stuff. It's probably other people trying to antagonize them."

"Well, it works like a charm. They go nuts trying to decide if it's true. I just wish they wouldn't get so mean about it sometimes," I admitted. "Like, some of them were saying how glad they were that you'd moved on from me finally because of how cruel it is that I ruined your life by trapping you with a baby."

The scowl on Chris' face instantly returned with that additional information and I scolded myself for saying it.

"I should have let Downey sue them all like he wanted to when it first leaked that you were pregnant," Chris huffed. "Then maybe by now these gossip pages would know better than to post shit about us."

"It would have just made things worse," I insisted as a smirk slid onto my face. "Besides, it doesn't really bother me. I'm the one sitting next to you while you lounge completely naked in a bubble bath while they spiral into a jealous pit of despair."

That comment earned me a laugh before he sat up a bit higher in the tub.

"Why are you sitting over there anyway?" He asked. "Get in here with me."

I smiled at his demand, but shook my head.

"This isn't supposed to be a sexy bath. You're supposed to be relaxing."

"And what better way to relax than to share a bath with the woman I love?"

A statement like that was hard to resist, especially as he grinned up at me from the tub with that amazing smile of his. I relented with surprisingly little resistance and rose from where I was sitting.

"I suppose that's fair..."

Putting my phone back on the counter, I turned so my back was to Chris. I could feel his eyes burning into me as he stared and I bit back a smirk. I quickly undid the button on the shorts I was wearing and slid them down my legs, bending at the waist as I stepped out of them. A noise of approval came from behind me as I stood up again and I shot him what I hoped was a sexy look over my shoulder before I pulled my shirt over my head. After slipping out of my bra and quickly pulling off my panties, I left them with my shorts and turned around with one hand over my chest to keep it covered until I was settled in the tub under all the bubbles.

"Wow," Chris grinned. "You're so fuckin' hot."

I giggled at his compliment, feeling a wave of self-confidence from my little strip tease.

For the past few weeks I'd been spending more time in Chris' home gym and I was feeling the positive side effects - more than just in my slowly developing muscle tone. We'd had a fight one night not long after our first pool day when I made some self-deprecating comments that rubbed Chris the wrong way. He scolded me rather harshly for always talking badly about my body and, while at first his exasperated reaction made me shut down, it eventually led to a very open conversation.

I explained that I wasn't just fishing for compliments all the time. I had some serious insecurities and - as analyzed by Hannah who was a very well trained psychologist - I tended to put myself down first before someone else could do it. I informed him that it wasn't just the body changes that come from pregnancy that bothered me, but the fact that I hadn't had much time to go to the gym since Gray was born - when he was with me, I was busy with him and when he was with Chris, I was busy with work.

He understood where I was coming from and reminded me that his home gym was available for my use any time I wanted, but insisted that I make sure I was doing it for the right reasons. He didn't want me killing myself to change how I looked when I didn't really need to, but I assured him that my motivations weren't all vanity related. Sure, I wanted to look good, but I missed feeling strong and healthy.

After our conversation, I’d started taking some time every day to get some exercise and the difference it was making to my confidence even after a few short weeks was huge. So, hearing Chris' praise now made me feel wonderful because I was actually starting to believe it.

"Thanks," I smiled in response to his compliment as I got settled in the bath tub. We were facing each other, my legs draped over his thighs so my feet were resting by his hips and my bum was between his shins. He grabbed my hand and laced our fingers together as he watched me with what could only be described as an adoring look. "It's amazing what a few weeks at the gym can do."

"Helps that you were pretty hot to start with too," he teased. "But I'm glad you're feeling more confident."

"Me too." I leaned forward to press a soft kiss on his lips. "So, are you feeling more relaxed?"

"I am," Chris nodded before letting out a sigh. "I'm sorry I've been so stressed out lately. I just want this whole thing to go well."

"And it is," I repeated my earlier assurance. "So far you've had a great reaction."

"For now," he frowned. "I just want people to actually use it and get involved."

"They will," I assured him, leaning in for another kiss. "Have I told you how proud I am of you? You're doing such a great thing, using your influence to try and make a difference. It's very inspiring."

"Well, I think you're too kind," he told me, trying to be humble despite the proud grin on his face. "Really, it's the least I can do."

"Nope, the least you could do is nothing," I pointed out. "But you're trying to help people and I'm so proud of you for that. I'm grateful that Grayson has a dad like you to look up to."

It appeared - for a brief moment - that Chris' eyes grew a little bit glassy, but he blinked a few times and they were clear once again.

"Thanks, Winnie." He paused to clear his throat. "That really means a lot and I'm sorry I've been so busy this week. I have one more podcast interview to do tomorrow morning and then I have a few days off."

"I'm glad you'll get a break, but you don't need to be sorry," I assured him. "Even though it has been kinda weird. It's crazy that a few months ago, we only ever saw each other in passing, but now I miss you when you're busy for even a few hours."

It was true. I had missed him the last few days and it did seem ridiculous when we used to go weeks without seeing each other and even then it was just briefly at a pick up or drop off. I'd been spoiled the last few months, having so much of his time. Now, seeing him every day wasn't even enough if I didn't have much of his undivided attention.

A brief flash of dread tore through me as I shared that thought with Chris because I knew this would all come to an end some day. We couldn't stay locked away in his house forever, eventually we would both have to go back to work and I knew it would make things harder. Some people found that the intense quality time was testing their relationship, but I was worried that we'd start to crumble as soon as we weren't together almost twenty-four hours a day. Once the world of Hollywood got it's claws back in Chris, I couldn't help but wonder where that would leave me.

But as always when those thoughts filled my mind, I did my best to push them away. It was likely still months before anything would change so there was no point in stressing about it now and Chris chuckled, bringing me back to the moment.

"Awe, you’ve missed me?"

His words were accompanied by a cocky smirk and I smiled despite my rolling eyes.

"Shut up."

"It's sweet. I never thought you'd be a clingy kinda girlfriend."

I wrinkled my nose in displeasure at that thought and shook my head.

"I'm not clingy!"

"Kinda sounds like you are," he pointed out. "Can't even get through a work day without pining for me."

"I wasn't pining!" I huffed, but he continued insisting that it seemed like I was. "Well, I was just about to suggest we get out of this bath, but now I think maybe you don't deserve what I was thinking of doing next."

"Get out? You just got in," Chris pointed out with a raised eyebrow. "What else have you got planned?"

Now it was my turn to smirk as I rested my hands on the side of the tub before pushing up until I was standing in front of him.

"A little extra relaxation," I told him, deliberately keeping it vague. "But I guess now, you'll never know."

I stepped out of the tub and grabbed my towel. With one last glance back at Chris who was still sitting in the bath, looking a mix of surprised and intrigued, I wrapped the towel around myself and left the bathroom - making sure to sway my hips a little more than usual on my way out.

I heard the water slosh as Chris leapt up to follow me and he appeared in the bedroom - towel around his waist and water dripping to the floor - moments later.

"Chris!" I laughed. "You're getting the floor all wet!"

"So are you," he pointed out. "But I don't care."

I hardly had time to take in his words before he strode swiftly across the room and pulled me against his chest. His hands gripped my hips so tightly that it undid my towel and he moved just briefly enough for it to fall to the floor. Once that was out of the way, he captured my lips in a kiss so fierce it made my breath catch in my chest.

I indulged for a moment, enjoying the feel of his hands roaming by body as his lips worked against mine, but then I remembered who this evening was supposed to be about. I pulled back slightly, just enough to trail my lips across his jaw and locked them onto a spot just below his ear as my hands moved to the towel around his waist. I could feel a slight bulge pressing against me - he wasn't hard yet, but it was clear that the anticipation was having an effect on him - and I untucked the towel and let it fall down with mine to give me easier access.

I heard Chris take in a shaky breath and felt him tighten his grip on me as I took him in my hand. Smiling against his skin and enjoying his little reactions, I stroked him until he was thick and full from my touch.

"Get on the bed."

Chris' tone was demanding and there was definitely a part of me that wanted to follow his instructions, but I resisted and moved my face away from where it was buried in his neck, shaking my head.

"No, this is all about you," I reminded him. "You need to relax."

He voiced a few protests as I kissed my way down his chest, but he fell silent as I dropped to my knees in front of him. His hands were clenched in fists by his side while I continued to gently stroke him, placing soft kisses on the top of his thigh, but when my kisses moved closer until my lips landed on his cock, his hands shot to grip in my hair. He wasn't forcing anything or trying to control my movements, but the sense of control that action gave him was something I knew he enjoyed and I smiled before getting down to business.

I licked him slowly from base to tip, making him shudder as I took him into my mouth. His hips twitched, pushing farther in and I did my best to accommodate him. Letting him slide slowly over my tongue, I stretched my jaw to get my mouth around his thick shaft. He always felt big - he was big - but this action made it even more apparent and I took as much of him as I could before sliding back up his cock.

Pausing for a moment to suck at the tip, I used my hand to stroke him as I lifted my eyes to look up at his face. His hand gripped my hair tighter as he threw his head back briefly, then returned his gaze to me and met my eyes. I smiled around his cock before letting my lips move farther down, taking him back in my mouth. Not feeling completely confident in my ability to deep throat someone of his size, I used my hand to cover the base and began to bob my head with renewed enthusiasm, spurred on by all the sighs and groans that were falling from his lips.

I could feel myself growing wet. His reactions, the position we were in, the slight tug of my hair - it was all overwhelming me and increasing the temptation to let him fall from my mouth, push him onto the bed and ride him until we both couldn't take it anymore, but I tried to stay focused as I worked his cock.

After a few minutes, I could tell he was getting close as his grip on my head began leading me more and more, a sign his self control was waning. That only spurred me on, but as his breathing shifted until he was practically panting and I could feel his thigh muscles tensing where my hand was resting, I heard a sound that would kill any mood.

"Mama!"

Grayson's voice floated down the stairs. It was distant and quiet, but enough to make my blood run cold as I instantly pulled my mouth off Chris.

"Fuck," Chris groaned, a pained look on his face as I shot up from where I was kneeling. "Fuck, that kid has bad timing."

Gray called for me again, sounding slightly closer than he had before and I threw on one of Chris' shirts that was crumpled up on the bed. Luckily, it fit me like a dress and covered everything that needed to be covered.

"I'm so sorry, babe," I flashed him an apologetic look. "I'll take care of him and you can take care of that."

I gestured to his still very hard and throbbing cock and the poor man looked like he wanted to cry as I hurried out of the room.

Turns out, Grayson was just thirsty so after a quick drink of water, I tucked him back into bed. By the time I returned to our bedroom, Chris was fast asleep as he lay sprawled out, still naked on top of the duvet. It looked as if he had just collapsed onto the bed and even though he was asleep, his face still showed his exhaustion. I felt a flash of sympathy as I pulled the blanket off the back of the chair in the corner of the room and covered him up with it, placing a soft kiss on his forehead before climbing in to my side of the bed.

-

August

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[writingsbychlo]

instead of fuckboy!stiles in college let me pitch to you; popular sorority girl reader.

stiles being his usual socially awkward self and being totally heartbroken over lydia and somehow he manages to end up drunkenly spilling his heart to a stranger at a party who ends up dancing with him, and kissing him after shots, and when he wakes up naked next to one of the hottest chicks he’s ever seen with a vague memory of the night and a killer hangover he’s very confused.

when he grabs his stuff and leaves, there’s a lot giggles from girls he’s pretty sure are drama majors and cheerleaders and some of the girls from his psychology classes.

three days later, a girl in a shirt skirt and low cut top with an oversized leather jacket sits at his table in the coffeeshop with a smirk and says “you know, it’s rude to fuck a girl the way you did and then disappear before she wakes up.” and his cheeks go red and he’s spluttering but she just laughs with those pretty red lips and tells him it’s cool.

there’s lipstick stains on her coffee cup and her nail polish is chipped but still pretty and her laugh is infectious and three hours later he’s late for class but floating in the clouds because he made a new friend and got her number. so they start hanging out, and sometimes they get drunk and fuck and pretend like it never happened even though now he kinda likes holding her hand and the little kisses they share even when they’re sober, and they didn’t really put a label on it but they’re on each other’s instagrams and he sometimes blushes when someone tells him he’s got red lipstick on his cheek in public.

until someone points out that he’s fucked her at a party before, and some other guy, and maybe a girl too, and stiles starts to her insecure. because they didn’t label it and they haven’t technically been on a date, and now that he thinks about it, everything that could even be classified as a date has been behind closed doors. huh.

so he isolated himself and gets kinda sensitive.

and then they argue, and she’s got mascara running and smeared lipstick and he’s got clenched fists and a sore throat from shouting and he said some things he regrets and he didn’t mean and she says “what, so it’s okay for guys to sleep with a bunch of guys, but I’m not allowed to have any exes. fuck you stiles, there was only three guys before you. three. you’ve probably slept with more people than that.”

and then there’s slamming doors and silence and he feels like shit because he jumped to conclusions. and he misses it because now he’s lonely again and he has nobody to cuddle at night and his bed feels bigger and colder and his heart feels kinda empty, and he hates the looks he gets from the sorority girls when he walks across campus now.

so he mans up after a week and a half, and he goes over to your place and gets some expensive flowers and he doesn’t even get past the front door because the girls won’t let him in. so he calls you, and you still don’t answer. and he even posts on your facebook and tells you to come to the door. and when he’s giving up, sitting on the front step an hour later feeling like crap, you open it up.

he’s kinda relieved to know you look like shit too, even though he’d never tell you. you’re beautiful still, but there’s bags under your eyes and you’re frowning and your eyes are red.

“stop calling me, stiles.”

“why didn’t we ever go on a date?” he would just blurt it out and his head is empty of everything he rehearsed and now he feels dumb.

“we did, stiles. all the time, your place and mine.”

“no, why did we never go out on a public date?” and then you look more sad then mad and he wonders why, and he feels watched, because he can hear the girls creeping around in the other room and see them watching him from the windows but this is his chance, so he braves it out.

“because every time I missed you in public, you turned your head, and you always insisted on staying in. you never asked me to go out, you always just invited me over, and we always ended up in bed, so i figured that’s all we were.” and then your arms are crossing in a way that’s more protective than defensive, and his heart cracks a bit.

“yeah but- i mean- that was for you. i mean, you’re you. I’m not cool like you are. i didn’t want you to feel embarrassed.”

“you think i ever cared about that, sti? that was all you. you were embarrassed of me. i never cared when anyone thought. nobody but you, anyway, and you made it pretty clear what you thought of me.” and then his heart really does break, and he feels his worst, and his shoulders slump.

“you think I’m embarrassed of you?” and you just shrug and step back into your house like you’re gonna close the door, and he panics and just- “I’m not embarrassed if you. I’m in love with you.”

“what?”

“I- uh- well, shit. yeah. I’m in love with you, but I’ve been in love before, and it never felt like this, and I’m not really the guy that girls are proud to date, so, i got used to that.” and then he’d hold out the flowers. “look, you don’t have to forgive me, but now you know, and that’s not what i think of you. what i think it’s that you’re funny, and smart, and so damn beautiful. so, tomorrow night at 8pm, I’m gonna have a reservation at that fancy restaurant on campus you always talk about, and if you come, we’ll call it our first date, okay?”

so he leaves and his heart is racing but he feels better. his head is spinning and his foot is tapping as he sits at a table at 8PM the following day. the waiters are watching him because he came in with a flurry of nerves and fear and he’s sitting at the table with roses this time, so he knows it’ll be obvious he’s stood up if you don’t come but he doesn’t care. at 8:12 he starts to think you’re not coming, but there you are, one minute later, red lips and a pretty dress he’s never seen before and he’s kinda shaky when he stands to meet you.

“you came.”

“yeah. I wasn’t sure i would, but i like you, a lot, even if you are an idiot. so, if you ever wanna me say those words back, you’d better make this a xmas good first date.” and he’s smiling because he can sense the humour in your voice and the look on your face that he knows so well because you’re teasing him, and he relaxes.

“okay, did you bring your lipstick with you?”

“yeah, i did, b–” and then he kissed you, one hand on your waist and the other on your cheek and it’s a deep kiss, some u h more passionate and sure than he’s ever given you before, and you’re a little breathless when he pulls back. “oh, wow. okay.”

“your lipstick is smudged. you should go fix that.” hes smirking when you go, but he steals another kiss, before sending you away with a “be quick, baby.”

and he loves the way you smile at him when he says it.

[itsallyscorner]

Being Co-Stars with Seb (in pictures)

• This is my first time writing for Seb, so hope you guys like it! 🧡💜🖤 (yeah I know it’s only September but spooky szn y’all🎃)

✪ I feel like working with Sebastian would just be so fun. Like he’s just the biggest sweetheart!

✪ You and Sebastian met on the set of a Marvel movie, I’m gonna estimate and say during Winter Soldier!

✪ Your character was a SHIELD agent who was also one of Steve Roger’s love interests, but after Civil War Bucky’s been peaking her interest.

✪ Eventually leading up to her and Bucky ending up together because Steve decided to leave them for some old ass pussy (chill I love peggy).

✪ You and Sebastian instantly clicked, he was the new guy on set and you were the social butterfly who was willing to welcome him into the family. The rest was history.

✪ If you’re not quite the social butterfly, you guys were definitely introduced by either Robert or Chris (dorito).

✪ But anyway as soon as you guys began talking, you just got along so well with each other. You guys could be hanging out with the rest of the cast but you guys were inseparable.

✪ You guys shared the same makeup trailer and he would always see you with your iced coffee (or whatever beverage you prefer).

✪ One day you were running late and had to skip your coffee run, which left you to the self serve coffee station from craft service.

✪ No shade to craft service, their food is great, the coffee just isn’t the same as her go to.

✪ Seb noticed how much you lacked in personality without coffee (and how grumpy you got) so he asked your assistant for your usual order and picked it up during his lunch break.

✪ When he placed the coffee and muffin in front of you, your face just lit up. You were so happy that you ended up bear hugging him for a few minutes.

✪ Seb suprising you with coffee became a normal thing. He loved seeing your reaction to something so simple.

✪ Seb and your assistant only knew your coffee order :)

✪ Work wise, he is a very talented actor who is diligent and dedicated to his role. I mean come on, the fight scene between Bucky and Steve in Winter Soldier was G O L D.

✪ Since your characters had a few romantic scenes, he always made sure if you were okay with him touching you and kissing you.

✪ “Okay, so you don’t mind if I put my hand around your neck a bit, right?”

“Nonono, it’s no problem at all.”

✪ Everyone knew you two had chemistry, Mackie would sometimes always give both of you shit about how y’all should just date already and stop making puppy eyes at each other.

✪ The fans were also quick to notice it and were fond over the “friendship” you two had. You and Seb are one out of many ships in the MCU that fans absolutely support.

✪ Fans have also pointed out that Sebastian is one of the main people that you take polaroids of.

✪ Oh yeah, the whole point of this headcanon is that you have a Polaroid throughout this whole thing, totally forgot about that whoops.

✪ Sebastian adores your love for Polaroids. He thinks it’s cute seeing you run around with your Polaroid camera and taking pictures of your friends on set.

✪ While you guys were just chilling on set, you shaking out a polaroid you just took of Scarlett and Lizzie, he asked you why you always had your camera with you.

✪ “I don’t know, I guess I just like the aesthetics of it. But it feels more personal and in the moment, this isn’t something I could just simply post on Instagram. Plus it’s a physical copy, I’m not that big on pixelation.”

✪ He’s always ready to smile whenever he sees you with your camera.

✪ Moving onto ✨press tours✨

✪ Press tours with the Marvel fam was always a blast. After interviews all of you guys would end up at a restaurant or hit up a karaoke bar around the area.

✪ Since press tours were in different countries, when you guys had free time, you lot would explore the country you guys are currently in.

✪ You and Team Cap have definitely had a handful of wild nights around the world during these tours.

✪ Interviews would be fun at the beginning but as the day dragged on, the questions started to get repetitive and some interviewers weren’t as nice as others.

✪ BUT since you got placed with Mackie and Sebby, your day was filled with a shit ton of belly aching laughs.

✪ An interviewer once asked, “From what the fans have seen you guys are all very close with each other, are there any special things you guys do as a group or keep within the group?”

“We’re a very cuddly group, (y/n) gives some good ass cuddles. You could ask Seabass over ‘ere, he gets them all the time.”

✪ Mackie never missing the chance to tease you or Seb.

✪ “Well we all got some special nicknames for everyone. Sebastian calls (y/n) some Romanian nicknames that we don’t understand. Can I have a Romanian nickname?”

✪ Sebastian: “No❤️”

✪ Fans later finding out that Sebastian calls you draga or iubi because you can overhear him call you over in a video Evans posted on Twitter.

✪ The fandom absolutely going into mayhem after they find out the meaning of those words.

✪ Outside of the Marvel movies, you guys are still as close as you guys are on set.

✪ Having brunch at a local spot in some comfy clothes just content with each other’s company.

✪ Sebastian is an amazing friend and someone you could count on. He’s always down to help you with anything, whether it be moving furniture to your new house or watching your pet for you.

✪ Sebastian is just the most cutest and sweetest person, I just want one of him in my life🥺

Draga - Darling

Iubi - Baby, sweetheart, lover, darling

☞︎ Tags: @miniaturefunnytraveldonkey @wintersoldierlover

[luke-patterson-owns-my-soul]

Kiss Me

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Title: Kiss Me

Words: 1593

Summary: Charlie’s back from Hawaii and providing social media with all the content.

Requested: No. I had to write this after that video of Charlie singing in the bath tub…

TW: Implications of sexual intercourse, mostly the reader getting frustrated by Charlie being Charlie.

Author’s notes: I just wanted to write a bit of domesticity between Charlie and the reader, and thanks to all the content we got from him the other day, this kinda just fell into place. I hope you like it. - also, a little shout out to @dream-a-little-bigger-x​ because she’s been giving us some AMAZING fic content, and she isn’t feeling to great today. I hope this helps a little, Nele.

Three weeks without being able to see Charlie in the flesh had been hard. Yeah, he’d posted photos and videos while he’d been away in Hawaii with his castmates and Kenny, but it wasn’t the same. Neither were the intimate FaceTime calls the two of you shared pretty much daily. Nothing beat being able to wrap your arms around him, to feel the warmth of his skin against yours, to smell the scent that was intrinsically him. Yeah, you’d missed him like crazy.

Checking your watch, again, before checking the arrivals board you leaned up against the wall behind you waiting for his flight to disembark the plane and make their way through to the arrivals lounge. You scrolled through your Instagram feed, checking out what people had been tagging your boyfriend in, amazed by the talent of his fans. More than anything, you wanted to share them, but as no one knew about you, you couldn’t. It was a good thing you ran a semi-popular fan account that you could do it all from, and your story was full of amazing artwork and song covers. As far as your followers knew, you were just another fangirl.

You were so engrossed in the pictures on the screen in front of you, you didn’t hear Charlie approaching you, didn’t know he was right in front of you until grabbed you by the waist, making you squeal in shock and almost drop your phone.

“Oh my God, Charlie. You scared me.” You laughed, flinging your arms around his neck, breathing him in. 

“I would say I’m sorry, but my mom taught me that lying makes my nose grow and my tongue fall out. And I don’t think you’d want that.” He teased after placing a quick kiss on your lips.

“Well, no. But it would be quieter around the apartment.” Your response made him pull away and pout. “What? Am I lying?”

“I thought you loved me.” If he hadn’t been grinning like the loveable idiot he was, you would have believed his offended tone of voice was real.

“Oh, you know I adore you. Shall we go home?” as you slide your phone into your pocket, you take hold of his hand and lead him out to the parking lot where his car is parked. “Do you want to drive, or shall I?”

“You, please.” You know he’s not the most confident of flyers, so you understand his need to chill for a while before he’s at full Gillespie – a term you coined not long after the two of you met and he was his usual ‘constant overdrive’ self. He was always moving, doing something with his hands, or exploring. Charlie Gillespie didn’t do bored or sitting still very well.

Once you’re back at the apartment you share Charlie sets about unpacking his case, dumping his clothes in the washer straight away. It always strikes you how domestic he is. You’re not the best at remembering to do stuff, but he always manages to catch what you miss.

“Have you got to go to work?” he asks you as he leans up against the counter while you prepare some food for the two of you. You work at a TV studio, but the show you work on is on a break so your hours are more flexible than they would be normally.

“No, I’m all yours for a couple of days.” Your words make him grin before he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss.

Your kiss had led to more of an intimate reunion which led you both to your bedroom for most of the day. By the time you emerged, it was almost dark outside and the food you’d been preparing needed to be tossed in the trash. You couldn’t complain though because you’d been able to show Charlie just how much you’d missed him.

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After the insanity that was Charlie’s delivery from and subsequent live with Madison’s dad, you now had a billboard poster partially unfolded in your bedroom. Naturally, because he was often a child in an adult’s body, Charlie had been like a kid at Christmas when he’d been allowed to open the box. Off camera, he’d been able to slide the parcel that had been included with your name on – Mr. Reyes had so kindly included a hoodie for you which you were now wearing while you stared at the space around you in horror.

“Charlie, babe. Did you have to open it in here? You heard what he said, it took up their entire back yard. Our bedroom is like a shoebox.”

“Yeah, I kinda got carried away. Sorry.” Leaning over, so he wouldn’t rip the poster, he planted a kiss on your lips.

“Well, don’t expect me to help you fold it back up.” With a grin, you turned on your heel and flounced out of the room to post screenshots from the live to your fan account. Only Charlie knew about it and had followed you early on. Eventually, after hearing him swearing and falling over, you went in and helped him fold the damn thing up. It took a ridiculous amount of time, but it was soon back in the box ready to be transported to Canada in Charlie’s car when the both of you went back for Christmas.

Exhausted, you flopped onto the couch and decided to order in some food rather than cook. But first, you took a sweaty selfie and sent it to Madison.

I love your dad, but please don’t let him send us anymore billboard posters. It took two hours to get it back in the damn box.

Her reply was instant.

Dad never expected him to unfold the thing. Love to you both. She wasn’t wrong. Only the man you adored would have ever done that, and live on the internet too. Shaking your head, you ordered pizza.

“Babe, I need a favor.” Charlie spoke as he tidied up the pizza boxes and soda cans from your dinner, making you groan. You were still exhausted, and now a little bloated. All you wanted to do was to slouch and watch a movie, curled up in Charlie’s arms.

“What?”

“Help me set up my phone in the bathroom.” That got your attention.

“Er… why?”

He scratched at the back of his head, a sheepish look on his beautiful face that was covered in the stubble you adored.

“I want to do a couple of videos.”

“And you have to do it now? Haven’t you done enough today?” you close your eyes as you lean your head on the back of the couch. You sense Charlie standing behind you, and when you open your eyes again, he’s looking down at you, the puppy dog eyes in force. Even upside down, he knows what they do to you. “I hate you, did you know that?” you tell him affectionately. With a grin, he bends over and captures your lips in a searing kiss.

“I promise, I’ll make it up to you.” With a chuckle, he runs his jaw along yours, knowing the roughness of his stubble is a huge turn on for you.

“Yes, yes you will.” You pull away and stand up. The sooner you get this done, the sooner the two of you can snuggle, and the sooner you can claim your owed favor.

Grabbing the car keys from the sideboard, you head down to the car to get the phone holder. You figure the suction cup works on the car’s windscreen, so should work on the glass screen. When you get back into the apartment, Charlie’s changed clothes and has his guitar in his hand.

“Remind me why you can’t do this from the couch?” you ask, walking into the bathroom. It’s tiny and you know Charlie’s going to regret his decision, but when he mumbles about acoustics you keep your mouth shut. Trying to change his mind when it’s made up is nigh on impossible.

You manage to secure the phone holder to the shower screen you’d cleaned that morning, pull it across the tub, and leave the small space.

“All ready for you, maestro.” You call out as you enter the lounge. Charlie stands up, kisses you and disappears into the bathroom. You fully plan on putting the TV on, choosing a random Hallmark Christmas movie to watch, and wait for him to finish, but when you hear his clear voice singing what he knows is one of your favorite Ed Sheeran songs, you can help but go and stand at the end of the tub and watch him morph from Charlie your doofus boyfriend to Charlie the star.

You watch him, with a smile on your face, as he records a video for his Instagram reel, messing it up a couple of times and having to restart a few times, making you laugh.

“If you can’t be quiet, you’re gonna have to leave.” He scolds you without any anger in his voice.

“I’ll behave. For now.” You wink at him as he starts to record again. Once he’s done, he says he wants to do one more, slightly longer for his Tiktok account.

“Last try, because my leg’s falling asleep.” He speaks into the camera once it’s recording.

I’m in love now

Kiss me like you wanna be loved

Wanna be loved, wanna be loved,

Wanna be loved, yeah

As he sings, he looks up, catching your eye and smiling. In that moment, you fall in love with him all over again.

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[bestiesenpai]

firsts with itadori yuji

I hope you don’t mind I’m kind of running with this idea and adding more than you asked lol I just...i don’t know it butters my biscuit. Also gender neutral reader~

First meeting:

It’s at his old school

You’re in his class, but you never talk to each other! Itadori is shy with you, believe it or not! He wants to say something but whenever he thinks about going up to you, whether you’re alone or with a group, his stomach twists in knots

Luckily though, you’re also in a club that ends right when he goes to the hospital to see his grandpa, so he’ll walk a little slower to see you coming out of your club room talking and laughing with your friends and he’ll imagine what it must be like to be in a club with you

Will not ask you to join his club tho, shy shy shy he is

It’s only when it’s raining and, yes you guessed it correctly folks, you don’t have an umbrella!

Itadori Yuji has a few options here lads, what do we think he’ll pick?

Option one: be a cool guy and slide right up to you with his umbrella already open in his hands and tell you that he’ll walk you home

Option two: ask politely if you’d like to walk under his umbrella together to your house and maybe stop at a convenience store along the way for a candy?

Option three: be a cool guy(again) and just put the umbrella in your hands and tell you to use it and he walks out into the rain with only his hood on, enticing you to run out to him and say that you two can share an umbrella!

What option do you think he’s chosen?

Now was Yujis chance. You were alone, standing just inside the school entryway rocking back and forth on your heels, a little pout on your lips at seeing the downpour. It had only just started raining, it was clear weather all week, so this rain is more than just a little unexpected.

Gripping his umbrella tightly in his hands, Yuji walks up to you, intent on asking if you want to share his. He’d be more than happy to walk you home, his grandpa would be happy to hear that he walked his crush home instead of ‘wasting his time’ coming to the hospital.

“H-hey!” Yuji’s voice goes higher than he intended when he drops his umbrella and kicks it forward as he walks, launching it at your feet and making you jump a little and turn around. His face erupts in a fiery blush when you pick it up and look at him quizzically.

“Here you go.” You say, holding it out for him to take. Yuji shakes his head almost violently, much to your confusion. “Uhm, Itadori, what are you trying to say?”

You know his name. Oh fuck, you know his name and here he is making a fool of himself.

“I-I- no, take my umbrella.” His brain is in critical overdrive. He truly might pass out. “Take my umbrella! I have my hood, and I’m not going very far! Just to the hospital, to see my grandpa! They’ll probably have an umbrella there I can borrow if it’s still raining!” He really, honestly, truly didn’t mean to say all that, but the words came out like vomit.

“Oh, that’s nice, thank you so much!” Your smile warms his heart but does nothing to calm him down. “But I’m-”

“(Y/N)!” One of your friends shouts from down the hall, and they quickly round the corner with their own umbrella in their hands.

“Hey!”

“I got my umbrella from the classroom, let's go home now!” Your friend quickly notices Yuji. “Hi Itadori, what’s up?”

“He offered me his umbrella. Thanks again, Itadori!” Grabbing his hand, you put the umbrella back in his possession.

“Uh- yeah! You- welcome! Welcome!” Yuji stutters out, waving dumbly back at you as you wave at him and leave the school with a cute little smile on your cheeks.

Yuji was never going to wash his hand again.

First hangout:

This one happens as a going away party for himself after he’s accepted into his new school

He wants to say goodbye to his clubmates, and somehow word got out and a few classmates are coming as well - even you!

Everyone got him a little cake and you’ve all signed a going away card, and Yuji hones in on your message, a cute swirly one written in a glitter gel pen with a heart by his name

Afterschool in the classroom, you all decide to play games and stuff, and that’s when he gets to be close to you

“(Y/N), Itadori, you’re up next!” Somehow a tournament style game has started of who can hold their breath the longest. Standing face to face at the front of the room, you give him a big thumbs up.

“You’re probably going to win, Itadori, I’m bad at this kind of thing.” You laugh.

“Let’s see.” Is all he can say as a reply. You’d talked a bit more after your first meeting, but he could never get more than a few words out at a time.

“Go!” Sucking in deep breaths, you stare at each other with puffed out cheeks. You’re already struggling, fighting back laughter and clapping a hand over your mouth. Yuji thinks he might lose just from seeing how cute you are in front of him.

“Ahhh!” You lose, just like you said you would. Dizzy from lack of air, you stumble forward into him, laughing and gripping the front of his jacket. “Told you!” His hand lands on your shoulder and Yuji is sure he could pass away happy right now.

“Yeah, you are pretty bad.” Yuji laughs, finally breaking his nervous shell around you the more you laugh and pat him on the arm.

After this game, you form a team and play with a ball, help each other with cards, and you even paint his nails in a pretty polish you’d brought from home. At the end, Yuji is still too nervous to ask for your number, so this is the last time you see each other.

First confession:

It’s been two years since then, he’s a third year now and Yuji still thinks about you. He still checks in with his old school friends from time to time and asks about you, and he follows you on Instagram and sees the things you post and how much you’ve changed over the years

He’s not content living this way, only seeing and hearing about you like this, but it’s been two years since you last saw each other and you weren’t exactly close before you left, so he couldn’t just slide into your DM’s

And in the past two years he’s changed. A lot. Not only has he been swamped with his new life, he also has a whole nother soul inside of him that quickly learned of his long lost crush and teased him about it nonstop

But on a free day in the city with Nobara, he’s quite literally buzzing - you’re in the same area. He saw you post last night about going to a certain cafe and all he had to do was ask Nobara if she wanted to go to the city and she said yes immediately.

And now he’s standing in front of said cafe, and he can see you inside. Surprisingly you’re alone, and his fingers itch to go in and ‘casually’ bump into you

Nobara knows of his crush on you as well, and as soon as she spots you she’s pushing Yuji through the door, and of course they cause a fucking scene

“Get in the fucking cafe!” Nobara is shouting not so quietly. There’s people walking past them, looking confused, and Yuji could literally die right now, especially when he makes eye contact with you.

He gives up then, letting himself get pushed into the cafe. He expects Nobara to follow after him but she’s running down the street cackling evilly. Yuji has no other option than to go in and order a drink, albeit shamefully.

“H-hi. Is this seat taken?” He asks you. You’d been watching him ever since you saw him with a big smile barely concealed by your hand.

“Of course not, Itadori.” You giggle.

God, he’s missed you.

Sitting down across from you, Yuji takes a quick sip of his drink to soothe his suddenly parched throat. Sukuna knows better than to pop out in public, but that still doesn’t stop Yuji from putting a hand over one of the marks below his eyes, just in case.

“How have you been (Y/N)?” He tries to say casually, but his voice warbles and Sukuna chuckles quietly for only him to hear.

“I’ve been good! It’s been so long, Itadori, I’ve missed you!” You pout, a wicked sight for his heart, and you reach across the table to pat Yuji on the arm. “I’ve been wanting to message you on Instagram for forever now but I’ve been too nervous you wouldn’t really remember me!”

“You have?” Yuji gasped dramatically, and he could hear not only you but Sukuna laughing at him.

“Yeah! I’m actually really surprised to see you here, I thought you went to a school out in another prefecture.”

“N-no! I’m still in Tokyo!”

“Really, we should totally hang out sometime!”

“Yes!” This couldn’t be going any better for Yuji. There’s a pause in conversation where you both take a sip of your drinks.

“So, was that your girlfriend pushing you into the cafe?”

“What?!” Yuji nearly shouts, almost spitting out his drink. “G-girlfriend?!” His cheeks blush lightly, and he shakes his head. “No. No way, she is not my girlfriend. She’s my classmate.”

“That’s good to hear, actually.” Now is your turn to be embarrassed, and a bashful smile spreads on your cheeks. “Because I’ve always kind of liked you.”

What.

“What?!” This time Yuji does shout, Sukuna is definitely laughing at him and teasing him, and you’re nodding in confirmation. “Oh my god.” Running a hand through his hair, Yuji doesn’t even have to think about his next words. “I like you too! A lot!”

“Really?” Your brow raises.

“Yes! Ever since first year. I’ve had a-” was he really about to say this? “A massive crush on you.” He realizes what he’s said is a little heavier than what you said. A massive crush is much different than kind of liking someone, but he can’t help it. And Sukuna is quick to point out the difference in his head as well.

“Then we really have to hang out!” Yuji laughs, relieved you feel the same way.

“It’s a date.” He says and delights in the way you share a cheeky smile.

“Definitely a date.”

First date:

Yuji never thought he’d ever have the opportunity to go on a date with you, at least not in this lifetime

You exchange numbers at the cafe and as soon as Yuji gets back to the dorms he’s texting you, asking if you got home okay and to let him know when you’re free

That first text is a gateway drug because now he can’t stop texting you all the time, even when he’s in class or should be training

He’s staying up far too late to message you but no one can stop him

When your schedules finally align again, you both settle on going to a ramen shop close by his old school

6pm. That’s the time you agreed to meet up. So why was Yuji already down the block from the restaurant at 5:15?

“God you’re so desperate!” Sukuna laughed as Yuji sat in an empty park waiting for time to go by.

“I know, I know.” He groaned back, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes together. “I was so nervous about being late I didn’t even think!”

“Ya know, when I had my own body, I used to go on dates all the time! Women flocked to me, I was a god!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Slapping a hand over the mouth that had appeared, Yuji rolled his eyes. “I’m not like you, we know this.”

“I was hoping I’d be rubbing off on you, kid, but it seems not.” Sukuna sighed in disappointment. When 6pm finally came, Yuji all but ran to the restaurant. He was still ten minutes early, and when you came strolling up the nervous jitters he had increased.

“Hi!” You looked so cute, Yuji could pass out.

“H-hey.” He waved stupidly, and then stumbled to open the door for you. Quickly grabbing a table, he was paying more attention to you than the menu.

“What’re you gonna get? I can’t decide!” You whined, slapping your menu against the table.

“Oh uhm, maybe this one?” Pointing at the first thing he saw that looked mildly interesting, he watched you nod your head and hum. “Or maybe this.” Looking at the menu properly, Yuji pointed at something he’d actually get.

“Ooooh, I wanna get that too! If you get it, will you let me try some?” Your face lit up and you bit your lip, eyes darting between things on the menu.

“Of course!” Yuji nodded without any hesitation.

“Yay! I just can’t decide, everything looks so good!”

“It does!” As he laughed and kept looking at things on the menu with you, Yuji finally let himself relax a little bit. You made great conversation, asking about his new and how he’d been, how he got those scars under his eyes and what his new school was like.

Yuji had never had so much fun talking with someone before, and when the date came to a close, he could nearly cry. He wanted to be with you all the time, see you more often and build more memories together. The thought of going back to his old school even came back.

“I’ll walk you to the station.” He said instead, pushing away all the thoughts in his head.

“Thanks.” You were side by side walking down the block, and Yuji was beginning to find it more and more coincidental that your hand kept bumping into his. He could feel you looking at him from the corner of your eye, and he knew he had to make the leap.

Slipping his hand into yours, he wound your fingers together and squeezed. Both of your palms were kind of sweaty and neither of you looked at each other, but you squeezed his hand back and held it tightly until you got to the station and your train arrived.

First kiss:

After the first date, Yuji is hooked

Any chance the two of you have to be together, he takes even if it means shirking his responsibilities a little bit(Fushiguro is upset but who can stop love?)

You go get ice cream together, go to the arcade, the movies, the park, you even meet Nobara and Fushiguro on a chance day

You do all these things together, but Yuji still hasn’t kissed you!

He wants to, so so bad, but he just can’t, he’d die of embarrazzment if he fucked up and like hit you in the head or something

But sometimes, as nike said, you just gotta do it

It’s raining again, just like when you first spoke to each other. A torrential downpour, but this time you didn’t have a friend coming with their umbrella to the front of the school to share with you. Yuji was coming to your school after your club to pick you up for an impromptu date.

“Hey!” You shouted, braving the rain and meeting him halfway when you spotted him coming up. Hugging him tightly, you shivered from the wind whipping through the air.

“Hi.” Slipping your bag from around your shoulders, Yuji slung it over his shoulder. His arm settled on your waist, holding you close and making sure you were completely covered. Walking so close together like this made him happy, and he almost pressed a kiss to your head.

“Yuji.” You said as you were walking, stopping by a low river lined with trees.

“Hm?” He still couldn’t get over the fact that you were now saying his first name. The both of you stopped walking and you stepped back a little from him, wringing your hands nervously.

“We’ve been going out for a while now and…” Biting your lip nervously, you couldn’t meet his eyes and looked out at the trees being pelted with water. “And I was wondering if you uh- if you wanted to be my boyfriend?”

Oh shit. Yuji was so shocked, he nearly dropped the umbrella.

“B-boyfriend?” He squeaked, his cheeks spreading in a bashful smile. “I’d love to.”

“Really?” Letting out a relieved sigh, you clasped a hand over your heart. “That’s good! I was so nervous.” The way you were looking at him, Yuji knew this was the perfect time to kiss you.

“C-can I kiss you?” His question made your eyes widen, and silently you nodded your head.

Sliding his foot forward on the wet pavement, Yuji faltered a few inches from your mouth, suddenly nervous. He had never kissed anyone before, and what if he was horrible at it and you hated it?

He didn’t have any time to keep thinking about it though, because you closed the gap and kissed him. Dropping his umbrella in shock, Yuji’s eyes widened and he kissed you back, grabbing your shoulder to steady himself.

It was a sweet and innocent first kiss, soft and gentle for the inexperience shared between you. It didn’t even last that long, but it was the most memorable moment of Yuji's life.

“How was that?” He asked when he pulled away. The two of you were getting absolutely soaked with the rain and it dripped down his face into his eyes and mouth.

“Great.” You giggled shyly, putting a hand on your face to hide yourself. Yuji laughed as well and gave your cheek a kiss before picking up the fallen umbrella.

“You wanna go to that ramen shop?” Yuji whispered close to your ear, adjusting your bag on his shoulder.

“Sure.” Turning to him, your eyes dropped to his lips and you gave him a quick peck, breaking out into a fit of giggles again. Beginning to walk down the street, if anyone saw the two of you, they would immediately know what young love looked liked, as it was perfectly plastered on both of your faces.

[nctsjiho]

Just DoHo Things (Doyoung x JiHo)

They act like strangers on camera kinda

We all know Doyoung was JiHo’s first friend out of the NCT members

They became friends around the end of 2014/the beginning of 2015, just a few months after she joined SM

Yet they don’t have a ton of moments on camera (?)

Well they do, but on variety shows they usually don’t interact as much since Yuta is usually hogging JiHo and Haechan is busy annoying Doyoung

Actually, there are a lot of on-camera interactions, but you have to really look for them

It’s usually them whispering to each other or sending little signals, like a thumbs up or communicating without words, when the camera is focused on another member

During games JiHo loves being on Doyoung’s team, yet it rarely happens

When Doyoung gets teased, JiHo will usually just watch and laugh from afar, but if he’s getting teased by all the members and JiHo notices his patience is running out, she’ll be right their by his side defending him or at least standing by him

Sometimes she doesn’t though, just because she doesn’t want to ruin the fun if it’s clearly just light-hearted teasing for entertainment, yet she will still not join the teasing so that it isn’t Doyoung vs all the other members

Yet another Tom and Jerry relationship

Love each other and will compliment each other, but won’t take the compliment of the other person (mostly JiHo)

They try to expose each other on their personal VLIVEs but on the next person’s live stream they will “debunk” whatever has been said

There’s such strong sibling vibes coming from the two

Fans think it’s adorable, because JiHo - who’s normally super cool and professional - will sometimes be seen clinging onto Doyoung’s side

If anyone dares to point it out, however, she’ll just fake gag and act disgusted

Fan favourite moment regarding clingy JiHo:

During an NCT Life series, while all the members were eating JiHo just looked at the food. Her stomach wasn’t feeling too well so she couldn’t eat and the smell and sight of the table full of food was quite a bit overwhelming. She walked over to Doyoung and just pushed herself into his side and rested her head on his shoulder. He asked her if she was okay and just rested his arm around her shoulder.

He ended up getting her a separate plate and placed some food on it so she only had to focus on what was on her plate instead of reaching over the table to keep picking food up and let the smell hit her nose which would make her feel worse.

Protective Doyoung

Doyoung is a big advocate of standing up for yourself and speaking your mind

And since JiHo isn’t afraid to speak up for herself - most of the time - Doyoung usually doesn’t have to worry about her too much

However, that doesn’t mean he likes it when someone puts her in a position that she has to speak up for herself

Since JiHo is the only girl in NCT it causes her to get questioned about it a lot during interviews or shows and it always leads to awkwardness and a lot of tension

This is why you can see Doyoung stealing glances at JiHo during interviews

It was very apparent during their time in America as well as during interviews in the first year of JiHo being in NCT

Every time JiHo was holding up the mic ready to answer something, or whenever he heard her name in a question, he would perk up the tiniest bit, trying to not make it obvious, and focus more on what’s being said or listen to JiHo’s answer

Personal Photographer JiHo

Doyoung’s really picky about his Instagram pictures

JiHo isn’t the best photographer, but being Doyoung’s friend for a while, she knows what Doyoung likes and which angles look best for him

Fans have spotted them multiple times where JiHo is sitting down on the floor bent in an awkward position, just to take the best picture of Doyoung she can possibly take

Sharing food and drinks

They share all their food

Like not at the dinner table, but whenever they are doing a VLIVE or at a café or when someone has some new snacks

“JiHo, this is really good! Try this.” And a fork full of food is already next to her lips

It’s really cute

The members even agree, because DoHo doesn’t realise how much they do it, but they do have one complaint about it

DoHo only shares food amongst themselves

When the other members ask for a taste they usually get a weird stare from the duo

JiHo is more willing to share with the other members, but they actually have to ask, she only does it of her own free will if it’s for Doyoung

(they do share with the others, only if they aren’t with each other)

Doyoung harmonising with JiHo

It’s pretty much what it says

Doyoung seems to catch every single time JiHo silently hums or sings to herself and he’ll just harmonise with her

It catches her of guard a lot and it makes Doyoung laugh, seeing her shocked expression

Whenever she raps, he’ll harmonise as well

And EVERY SO OFTEN the rolls are reversed

Doyoung loves loves loveeees when JiHo harmonises with him, but don’t ask her, she won’t do it if you ask her

Here some quick-fire DoHo things/facts to end this

Both buy/”collect” NCT albums

Doyoung bought JiHo her favourite plushie keychain that’s been on her backpack since debut (possibly also before debut)

JiHo said that if she had to choose one of the members as a real sibling it would be Doyoung

Whenever NCT goes overseas and stays in a hotel and JiHo does not get a room for herself or with a female staff member, Doyoung is always her roommate

Lastly: At airports, in busy places, or just whenever they are walking somewhere, Doyoung will be seen “dragging” JiHo along by the sleeve of her jacket or even her backpack when they are together (Fans think it’s really cute how JiHo just waddles behind Doyoung)

Doyoung said it’s because JiHo sometimes walks a bit too slow or because he doesn’t want to loose her in the crowd. He even confessed that he sometimes does it without realising. It has become some kind of habit

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Side Note: New series? I have another one for Japan Line (Yuta x JiHo x Shotaro) and I have some ideas for other lines and members but I’m not quite sure about it yet... idk

BUT 7DREAM COMEBACK WHO’S EXCITED? CUZ I CAN’T WAIT!!!

Also less posts these coming weeks. Reason: school :((

Have a nice day/evening/night <3

[tteokggukk]

welcome to my youtube channel → kth

✳ pairing: idol!taehyung x youtuber!reader

✳ genre: fluff, taehyung scenario, stranger to lovers, reader is an artist who posts art videos on youtube

✳ warnings: none!

✳ words: 2.9k

✳ a/n: hello, this is my second bts oneshot/scenario. i just like to write for fun but if you’d like to let me know if there’s anything i can improve on please do so! i’d love to know how to improve. anyways, i hope you enjoy!

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

You spoke in front of the camera. Sets of acrylic paint were spread out across the table next to a stand that held an 18x24 inch canvas. You were in the middle of making your seventeenth video, a highly requested one at that, and deep down you were ecstatic to start working on the painting.

Never in your life did you think you would ever start a YouTube account. You always considered yourself a very shy and private person, not one to go out of their way and broadcast themselves all over the internet. Your best friends, however, were two very well-known YouTubers and always found a way to include you in their videos and live streams. Somehow people liked seeing more of you, and so you were convinced by your best friends and the audience to start your own YouTube channel.

But you weren't very accustomed to bringing a camera everywhere with you to document and share whatever was happening in your daily life, you found it too awkward and you were still camera-shy, so you decided to create content in a way that would still keep you comfortable while doing something you loved.

An art channel.

Your channel blew up pretty fast. Requests started pouring in here and there. You became known for your very calm demeanor and artistic skills, so you took this as an opportunity to sell your works online as a way to earn some extra money for your future. Occasionally, you'd do lives to talk to your fans and you were happy at the support they showed you, which only encouraged you to keep making videos.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started," you told the camera, mentally telling yourself to insert the comments and messages you got in your DMs to paint this Adonis-like human being. The requests started coming in after you had an Instagram live where you did some quick sketches while playing some of your favorite songs in the back, and people noticed one of the songs you played was by him.

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand"," you spoke, adding air quotes, "I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

You started mixing different colors in your palette and showed everyone the picture for your reference.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

"Hey guys, welcome to my YouTube Channel."

Taehyung watched as you spoke in the video, looking behind you to see a bunch of art materials. The title of the video was left ambiguously, only being named most requested video, leaving him no clue on what it was you were going to create this time.

He's been watching your videos for quite some time now, ever since your channel started rising. Art was one of his major interests and he absolutely adored the way you made your videos with the calming, ASMR-like sound of mixing paint and how you skillfully glided the brush across the canvas. On days when he found himself tired and in need of a quick way to relax, he'd subconsciously find himself binge watching videos on your channel— even repeating several videos since you were only starting. He found it fascinating, but also because he found you interesting.

Because of your channel, he even created an anonymous YouTube account just to leave nice comments on your videos along with a private Instagram account to be able to watch your lives.

Needless to say, he didn't miss that one live where you played the song Winter Bear. It made his whole night, making him sleep with a smile on his face.

"This was a highly requested video, and I honestly can't wait to get started." 

He watched as a bunch of comments started appearing onscreen popping up one by one as they gradually got faster, eventually covering you. It took a moment before it sunk in that he was the highly requested person they wanted you to paint. He paused the video, wide-eyed, before shouting in excitement. Jimin had to come in and check what the whole commotion was about.

"Y/n's going to paint me!" Taehyung exclaimed, his mouth turning into his famous boxy smile. 

"Ah, the YouTuber you really like?" Jimin smiles before sitting down next to Taehyung who continued playing the video, "I wanna see."

"You guys also asked if I could sell this painting, but because of the "high demand", I'd like to keep it up for auction so the proceeds could go to different fundraisers."

"Wow, she seems really kind," Jimin says, while Taehyung only nods, his eyes glued to the screen.

"So, without further ado, today I will be painting Kim Taehyung."

He felt his heart beat fast when you mentioned his name, and without realizing it his ears have gone all red. 

On screen, you began sketching, "You guys have also been sending me a lot of questions lately, which is why I decided to tweet about doing a q&a."

"What questions did you ask?" Jimin asked Taehyung.

"I asked her if being an artist is something she'd like to pursue," Taehyung told him.

"Ooooh, trying to get to know her," Jimin teases, "Our little Taehyungie has a celebrity crush."

Taehyung rolls his eyes but breaks out into a grin anyway, "I just respect her artistry."

"Right, okay," Jimin snickers, obviously not buying it.

Taehyung knew he was telling the truth, though. It was impossible to have feelings for someone who you only knew through a screen. He found you attractive for sure, but he of all people would know that almost no one is completely one-hundred percent themselves on screen. Genuine as you may be, there are still things that are best kept to yourself. He couldn’t lie though, if given the chance to get to know you, he’d never pass up on that offer.

"Someone asked why I don't use that much ready-made paint," You spoke on screen, "It's ‘cause I learn a lot from mixing my own colors, and also I just really enjoy it."

The painting was beginning to come together halfway through the video and Taehyung's question finally made its way to you. "Kimyeontan95 asks, ‘is painting a career you want to pursue? I love your work, by the way’."

"That was basically I love you," Jimin holds back a laugh, earning him a light punch in the arm from Taehyung.

"Thank you so much, kimyeontan95, and no, painting is just a hobby of mine and a way to earn some future savings. I actually really want to be a novelist."

Taehyung smiled after hearing you answer his question. Later on, the video was over and his portrait was complete. He hurriedly redirected himself to the link that was provided for the auction.

Something in him wanted to have that painting no matter what, so he set himself as the highest bidder and eventually had it mailed to his home where he put your work up in his room to cherish.

A day after your video was posted, you woke up to a thousand notifications from your phone. Hundreds of people were mentioning you in tweets and you had numerous missed calls from your best friends and some texts telling you to check your online art shop. You groggily scroll through your feed, a bit confused as to what was happening.

I wanted to buy this painting and I had it in my list, but now it's unavailable!

Y'ALL WHAT RICH KID SET THE HIGHEST BID TO A MILLION DOLLARS IM CRYING

@yourtwittername are you planning to sell a new collection?

a million dollar bid wtf swownwowksodiowl

Someone just bought all of @yourtwitterusername's paintings. I'm crying in broke eye—

but like what if taehyung set that bid? @yourtwitterusername

What?

I just woke up and my mentions are pouring. What is going on? You tweeted.

Thousands of replies began coming in leaving you feeling overwhelmed and confused on where to start. Everyone was telling you to check your site, and so you did. You felt your heart almost stop beating when you saw that every single artwork you had up for sale were sold out. Nothing was left behind. You checked your emails, and the confirmations were there.

How could this have happened overnight?

ALL MY WORKS ARE SOLD OUT?!?!?!?? WHO COULDVE DONET THIS??? You tweeted, hands shaking.

You felt your heart race, a wide grin that could go even wider if possible was plastered on your face. You tried to stop yourself from screaming in excitement but couldn't so you ended up jumping up and down and doing happy dances before calming down to assess the situation. Finally, you sat down in front of your laptop to see where all your works were being shipped to.

Replies started coming in.

CONGRATS YOU FIGURED IT OUT

WILL U RESTOCK

AHSKWJOA CONGRATS BB

I'M SO HAPPY FOR U

BUT Y/N WHO BOUGHT THEM ALL

Checking your emails, you discover that your art works were all bought by one person. Anonymous. There was no name and someone requested to have their personal information redacted. 

Anonymous? Surely this wasn't a joke?

The person kept their name anonymous. You tweeted and muted the notifications just to allow yourself to focus on finding out who it was that bought everything.

At the bottom of all the removed personal information, there was one username that you were sure you've heard or seen somewhere.

@ Kimyeontan95. 

Underneath the username was a short but sincere message.

"Your videos have always helped me wind down after a long, busy day. I can't express how much you inspire me with your talent and how I wish someday you'd teach me to be half as good as you, as I'm not very gifted in the painting department. I admire how you put your gifts into good things, and I very much idolize you in one way or another. This is just a small way of showing my support for you, but also because all your works are amazing and I'd love to have a small room filled with my favorite art works. I look forward to reading works of yours soon, future novelist.”

Feeling the heat creeping up on your cheeks, you smiled to yourself. The letter was definitely heartfelt and you wanted so badly to thank the person who sent it.

Later that afternoon, you decided to go on live to personally thank the anonymous buyer for buying your works and for sending that wonderful note. You fixed yourself up a little bit and pressed live as thousands of your followers began to tune in.

"Hello, everyone," you greeted, smiling. Replies with greetings started coming in and you couldn't help but chuckle at the eager messages your followers were sending. They truly made you happy.

As expected, several questions began pouring in.

"Right, so, I wanted to do this live because of what happened. As you may have noticed, all my works were suddenly sold out which definitely took me by surprise," you started, "Unfortunately the buyer left everything anonymous. They only left what I assume is a username and a short letter, which I will keep to myself for personal reasons."

@follower1WHAT

@follower2 will you keep selling your works?

@follower3 THATS SUCH A SWEET GESTURE THO OMG/

@follower4 am I the only one who thinks a secret admirer bought it

@follower5 check my YouTube channel I made a theory on who bought her works

@follower6 i rlly think it's taehyung

@follower7 I’'m so proud of you :(((

"If the person who bought all of my paintings is watching this, I really want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. I appreciate the letter as well, you've honestly made me the happiest person on Earth," you smiled.

@follower8 AWWWWW

@follower9 ANON COME OUT

@follower10 i really wanna know what the letter says

@ Kimyeontan95 I'm glad :)

Your heart stopped at one of the replies. You took your phone immediately from its fixed position with wide eyes and began scrolling up fast because of the immediate replies coming in. Wasn't that the username?

@follower11 what's going on?

@follower12 y/n are you okay?

You could no longer find the reply so you set your phone down, fixing it back in place.

"For a second I thought the person who bought it was watching my live," you sighed and smiled nervously, "So anyways— I'd really love to express my gratitude so if they're watching, please contact me. I can't say thank you en—"

Suddenly the replies were frantic. People were sending keyboard smashes here and there. Only a few of them were actual coherent comments. "What is going on?" You asked as you began scrolling through.

@follower13 Y/N CHECK VLIVE

@follower14 TaEHYUNF IS ON LIVE

@follower15 I kNEW IT THOUGH???

@follower16 Y/N CHECK TAEHYUNGS LIVE

@follower5 Y'ALL I WAS RIGHT I SAID CHECK MY YT

Keeping your live on, you grabbed your laptop as fast as you could to check out the links being sent to your live. When it finally loaded, you could've sworn you'd have a heart attack. 

"Oh, I think she's watching me," Taehyung grinned through his live, holding his phone in front of the camera. He quickly shows the viewers his phone screen, which showed your live of you watching him through your laptop. Your eyes widened and you looked back at your phone camera that was broadcasting your live, then back at his live.

Taehyung started giggling, "I guess we're just watching each other, huh?" He smiled. Behind him were packed and unpacked parcels of paintings you recognized were yours. If it was even possible, your eyes grew even wider at this, "Oh my god," you breathed out.

"I should probably introduce myself," Taehyung spoke, "Hello everyone, I'm Kim Taehyung. How are you all doing? Today I’m planning on redecorating my room after our practice. What are the packages behind me? Oh, these are paintings I recently bought."

"Are those my paintings?" You asked out loud, though you knew the answer. 

"Are those my paintings?" Your voice echoed from Taehyung's broadcast as your live was streaming from his phone. He grinned sheepishly, "Yes, these are your works, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all," You smiled, "You were the buyer?" 

You mentally slapped yourself for asking such obvious questions, but you just couldn't believe everything that was happening now.

"Yes," he chuckles, "I really love your paintings." Suddenly the sound of Jimin’s voice echoed from behind and Taehyung quickly stood up to lock the door, knowing he’d get the teasing of a lifetime if Jimin came and saw him talking to you.

"Thank you so much, I—" Your voice began to crack and your eyes welled with tears that you tried to fight back, "I really appreciate it. And the letter, that was really sweet."

"No, thank you. Wait, don't cry—" Taehyung spoke nervously.

"I'm just so happy," You laughed while wiping the tears off.

The replies from both ends were coming in like crazy. On one hand, majority of everyone watching found the whole scenario cute and started pairing you two out of nowhere, though there were a few haters on the other. It didn't really bother you, you were just so happy someone you idolized noticed your work.

"I'm glad," he was watching you with a fond smile through his phone, then the sound of the Jin’s voice began coming from outside Taehyung’s room, "Sorry for this sudden grand reveal. I really can't stay on live for too long but I'd love to keep talking to you." He spoke.

"Oh no, that's okay," You spoke fast.

"Do you mind if I send you a message? Assuming you already know the username," he asks.

"No not at all, I'd love to keep talking as well," your heart was beating erratically now. You didn't have to see your face to know how red it was becoming.

"Alright, great. Um, before I end this vlive I just wanna say you're a great artist and to all my viewers watching this, please support y/n's artworks and her channel! If I see any negative comments, I'll be taking responsibility and I'll unfortunately have my agency involved in taking those out," he spoke in a commercial tone kind of voice, "And to y/n, I'll be keeping in touch.” The door from behind him suddenly bursts open and Jin, Jimin, and Jungkook rush inside.

“You were talking to her!” Jimin shouts excitedly.

“Finally!” Jungkook claps.

“Is that why you kept the door locked?” Jin teases.

“Bye, everyone!" Taehyung quickly waves goodbye to the camera and smiles before turning the broadcast off. 

You sat there stunned, almost forgetting you were also on live. You turned to your phone which was still recording you, "That was unexpected."

Suddenly, a notification in your DMs popped up. "I'll go ahead and process everything that just happened now, bye guys! See you in my next video." You ended the live with a wave and smile.

You quickly went into your direct messages and found the same username, Kimyeontan95. You opened it and found a picture of Taehyung holding one of your paintings with a peace sign on his other hand, the other members behind him posing with your other works, making you laugh.

Your heart fluttered at the message below the picture.

I hope this isn't too sudden, but would you like to go out with me sometime?

a/n: hello! if you finished it, thank you so much for reading! i hope you liked it hehe. i think i’m gonna keep posting the stuff i write bc i have so many ideas for the other members as well. also this is fun hehe. if you wanna read my other work, let’s fall in love for the night, ← here’s a link! thanks again for reading and please look forward to my future writing/edits.

[princessofprocrastination]

I Messed Up Didn’t I? (Dream)

MASTERLIST

pairing : dreamwastaken x singer!reader (angst) 

summary : after the breakup, he sees that you’re growing as a singer, while he’s suffering alone, but you don’t think that about him, seeing he’s growing on youtube. 

a/n : you’re replacing gwen in the voice! 

hey! this isn’t going to be the only part! stay tuned for more!

it ended after an argument. he was constantly on his computer, and would forget every important day. from your birthday, to your anniversaries, he forgot them all. 

he even would disregard it, saying it wasn’t important anyway, that everyday could be a special day. that hurt you a lot. you two have been together for a long time and you didn’t want to lose it. you couldn’t afford to lose him, not like this. 

sometimes it felt like he didn’t love you anymore, that he didn’t feel the same anymore. it hurt to see him on his phone, or on discord call with his friends. 

you thought his friends were amazing and supportive, but his friends took away your limited time together, and hurt like a bitch. 

at first, you were okay with his constant video games, knowing that’s his job now, and that he’s been supportive of you, and you should be supportive of him too. 

at first, it had been tough, you brought in the money, paid for the bills, bought groceries since you were making money through music. you weren’t stingy, you are totally fine with spending money for him, but it felt wrong at the same time. 

your mum always told you never settle for a guy, that he would do things for you if he wanted to. and that stuck to you, but you love dream, with everything in you. you couldn’t afford to leave him, to break this long time relationship. 

you two had been there for each other since the roots. and to see it crumble like this hurt a lot. 

he didn’t notice. he didn’t care enough to ask you how your day went anymore. he was too busy on his computer. 

you made the effort. you asked him the usual questions, to which he’s reply with a ‘’m fine’ or simply not answer. you brought him food whenever you notice he’s been skipping meals to sit on his desk. 

you got him a new monitor, gaming chair, a new desk. everything he could’ve ever wanted. if it made him happy, you’d buy it, even if it took time away from you together. 

he didn’t notice how you’re slipping away, barely talking to him, barely even sleeping on the same bed anymore. he didn’t notice the constant emails on your phone. or maybe he did, and he didn’t care. 

he didn’t notice that you two were basically living separate lives in the same house. he didn’t notice that you were thinking about leaving. 

it never occurred to dream that you’d snap one day, that you’d leave him. it never occurred to him that you’d buy your own house one day and leave him, alone in his house. 

it started small, you invited him to go to a dinner you had with your producers. he said he would left out, so you let him be, understanding it completely. 

then you’d ask multiple times for him to just get out of that chair and eat dinner with you, even if it’s just once. you told him you missed him, yet he still pushed you away. 

you didn’t understand where the relationship went wrong. you tried your best to work it out, talk it through, but it seemed like he didn’t even want it anymore, judging by the way he’s acting. 

he says it’s just a part of the relationship, getting comfortable. but you didn’t think getting comfortable meant that you both didn’t talk to each other all day. you didn’t want this type of comfortable. 

“just this once, let’s go get dinner. we can go eat at your favourite place.” you begged him. 

“no, i want to finish editing, can’t you go yourself, maybe bring me takeout?” he replies to you. 

“i could but i just want to spend time with you.” you begged again, almost whining. 

“just go, we spend so much time together anyway.” dream tells you, almost out of anger. 

“we haven-” you tried to say before getting cut off. 

“OMG JUST LEAVE, I’M STRESSED OUT RIGHT NOW, LEAVE” he screams at you. 

“i just-” you tried again, almost crying at that point. 

“LEAVE.” he scolded again. 

you left the room quietly, not wanting a screaming fest to start again. 

you sat on your shared bed. thinking about what went wrong. how did your relationship become this bad. 

you packed a bag. you didn’t care about your clothes, you could always buy new ones. you didn’t bother packing much, just the necessities. 

you walked out the door, grabbing your car keys on your way out. 

as you started you car, you sat there for a while. this was it huh? 

you told yourself that you made the right decision getting a house before this argument came.

you didn’t mean to hide it away from him, in fact, you wanted to bring it up during dinner, but since the dinner invitation didn’t work, you didn’t bother. 

the longer you drove, the more sad you became. tears trickled down your cheeks as you drove silently to a hotel before needing to sit a long drive from florida to california. 

you sat on the hotel bed, thinking about dream. you hated ending it this way. you didn’t even think this would end. you were planning to get married, for god’s sake. 

you cried even more thinking about it. 

you felt alone. but you knew you still had friends who supported you. but it felt like there was a void left unfilled after you left that house.

maybe it’s for the best. 

-

DREAM’S POV

i heard the door close. i heard it all. i heard her packing her stuff. but i don’t know why i didn’t stop her. i was too busy streaming. 

it didn’t hit me until a couple days later. and when the days came, it was too late. 

i knew i messed up. 

when i told george and sapnap, they were furious. they said they warned me before. they asked why i’m not looking for her. 

i told them it’s cause i knew you were no where near me. 

i knew i messed up. 

terribly. 

-

YOUR POV

months went by so quick.

the hold in your chest unhealed. but you knew you needed to get over it. 

you saw twitter, instagram, youtube. you saw that he had been blowing up. 

over 13 million subscribers. you were impressed. you were immensely proud of him. you wish you were there to celebrate it with him. but you weren’t. 

fortunately for you, months after you moved to california, you were offered to be a judge on the voice. 

you didn’t waste a second telling your team to say yes. you grew up watching the voice. and plus, you got to meet the john legend, kelly clarkson and blake sheldon. who would miss that opportunity. 

you spent a while trying to settle down in your new house. it was huge. huge for one person. but you needed it, the time alone. 

you liked it peaceful and quiet, it helped you heal slowly. it helped you to move on. 

you came out with a full album since then, which ended up being a hit. you were super grateful for the love you’ve been getting. 

now, you sat in one of the judges chairs for blind auditions. 

your hairstylist was making sure your hair was fully sprayed and looked good. you made small conversation with her, thanking her for making you look good for the camera. 

there was a camera for each judge. you looked into the one right in front of you and said. “holy shit i can’t believe i’m here.” 

john, who sat next to you laughed at your antics. you glanced at him and gave him a grin. 

“we’re ready.” the producer said to the judges, signaling that they were starting. 

audition after audition, you met amazing artists. 

“you’re amazing and i used my block on john for you. if you didn’t know, he’s a little scary when he’s competitive. i would love for you to be on my team.” you said to an amazing singer you turned your chair for. 

she sung an r&b song, to which got a four chair turn, but you were desperate. you needed her. 

“um, oh my god, this is hard.” she said to us, before choosing her mentor. 

kelly and blake chimed in, making her turn her head to look at them. 

“no. please, don’t listen or look at them, just me.” you said to her, practically begging. 

john laughed at this and said. “holy shit, you’re that desperate?” 

“yes, john, i love her.” you laughed along with the other two judges. 

“well-” the artist started. you crossed your fingers, hoping that she would pick you. you had a good chance as john was blocked. but kelly was good competition too, not counting out blake. 

“i pick.” she paused. 

“oh my god, spit it out already.” i screamed and laughed a little. 

“i pick y/n” she announced. 

“HOLY SHIT YES.” you stood from your chair and jumped a little, excited. 

“you losers.” you told the other three judges. 

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” kelly played along. 

-

blind auditions went along really smoothly. 

you’ve seen your face plastered all over the voice’s instagram and twitter. they even posted a clip of you being excited after getting picked as a mentor for the r&b artist. 

you were having a blast. your family from back home would facetime you and congratulate you or laugh at the stupid things you did on tv. 

what you didn’t know was that dream had seen them all. after all, he hadn’t paid attention to you before, why start now? your little jumps on your judge seat as you waited for the next audition. your little shouts to amazing singers auditioning. 

he was proud, to say the least. 

in this couple of months, he’d seen you grow into a young and successful woman. he was sad that he couldn’t be there to congratulate you through all your achievements. 

but that’s what he gets for abandoning his one and only love. 

at first, he didn’t even look into what you were doing. not until a few weeks after you left, george and sapnap had said something along the lines of your name and you being a judge on the voice. 

them two had been purposely teasing him. they knew that he treated you like absolute shit before you left and they made it a thing to make sure clay knew that. 

you weren’t in contact with dream for obvious reasons but you facetimed george and sapnap constantly, even before and after your shows. 

they had been through it all with you. since you were only a couple years older than nick, you two clicked well together, always talking about tiktok trends and the new lingo. but you don’t count off george for being one of your bestfriends. 

you actually had shown the camera once or twice when you facetimed george and sapnap. well, now the world knew that you three knew each other. they just didn’t know how you three met. 

twitter blew up with lots of hashatgs about you three, talking about ‘when worlds’ collide’.

you thought that was funny. they even asked you to link up and be friends with dream, who you knew was dream, but you’ve always ignored those types of comments. 

you saw the ship comments between you and george. you two would laugh it off and constantly say that you two are just friends. he’s your exes bestfriend, that would be awkward. 

dream saw it all, the facetime calls are all over the internet. your supporters were shocked to see that you knew each other. they didn’t know that dream and you knew each other though. 

he saw that you’ve been ignoring the comments to link up with him. his heart broke at that. but he deserved it. he ignored you for the longest time. now it’s your turn.

his heart broke at the shipping comments between you and george after knowing how often the facetime. 

dream knew he deserved it. he deserved all the pain coming to him. 

he felt grateful of his new, large following on the internet, but it felt like nothing compared to having you in his arms. why had he taken you for granted?

he was determined to see you again, to ask you to come back. he needed you. 

PART TWO!

[jeontaehui]

TAEHEE WITH OTHER IDOLS

twice’s chaeyoung

her bestie !!!!! chaeyoung’s like her mark but like outside the group.

they support each other whenever the other wins an award, always giving wide smiles that are too hard to hide.

their hangouts are referred to as ‘dates’ by the fans, considering how romantic their dinners are and how chaeyoung captions her instagram posts after going on said ‘date’.

chaeyoung is very clingy when she sees her. she clings onto taehee like a koala :(

in award shows, taehee would tend to walk slower than the rest of the neos just to talk to chaeyoung.

chaeyoung was once caught playfully flirting with taehee during an award show, causing the latter to laugh as the camera pans to another group.

iconic moment (seoul music awards 2019) taehee took mirror selfies as she waited for chaeyoung to finish up in the bathroom. when chaeyoung found out, she later posted these on instagram with the caption, “the one who i love 😍❤️”.

stray kid’s han

her other bestie since predebut !!!!!!!!

both are so powerful in the rap industry already, stayzens are just waiting for a collab.

they met in a convenience store. jisung wanted her to go to jyp with him, only to find out she’s been training in sm already (cue pouting from the both of them).

both are in Love with each other’s music, with jisung having some of nct’s songs in his playlist and taehee knowing the lyrics and the choreo to skz’s songs.

their reactions to each other’s performances are adorable !!!!!! and even funny at times. attending the same award shows means very cute interactions fans’ lenses would capture <3

(seoul music awards 2019) before the two groups walked by each other, taehee slowed down her pace and let herself stay behind the group to greet the main rapper of stray kids. once jisung was within arm’s reach from her, she raised her hand for a high-five, to which jisung pulled her into a bro-hug instead. he whispered something to her first and ruffled her hair, making the older girl hit his shoulder softly, laughing as he left.

jisung introduced taehee to chan and felix and she now has two new aussie buddies that remind her of home too !!!!!

iconic moment (isac 2019) stayzens went batshit crazy when skz had to pass by nct during the sports competition. seeing this as a chance to be playful with his best friend, jisung jumped over the first row of seats and proceeded to whisper something to taehee (who was seated very near to where the other members of skz were by the way), before jumping over to the third row. jisung must have said something really funny to taehee since it made the female idol to turn away laughing as she covered her mouth. later on, we see the two talk, inviting a very excited chan and a shy mark lee to the conversation. 

red velvet’s yeri, april’s naeun, and weki meki’s doyeon

yeri and taehee were already close since trainee days (she’s close with the rest of red velvet too). taehee knew yeri was friends with naeun and she was Dying to meet her so yeri introduced them to each other, and since doyeon is friends with naeun, the latter later introduced all three of them to each other.

yeri and taehee always sat beside each other whenever nct is asked to share a table with red velvet. yeri would laugh a lot since taehee’s always so energetic when she dances to the other groups’ songs. she always hung out with red velvet during isac but would end up having yeri to herself anyways ,,, they teased each other a lot too.

taehee Loves naeun, literally. she’s always flirting with her and telling her how pretty and cute she is. naeun was flustered at first but now she’s used to it lol. taehee would literally just stare at naeun with a loving smile during pre-performance interviews in inkigayo ,, naeun does the same whenever it’s time for taehee to say her lines ^ ^ and whenever they would accidentally make eye contact, they crack up and try to hide their giggles.

taehee was kinda intimidated of doyeon at first ,,, but she thought she was a chill type of person. turns out doyeon had a lot of cute charms in her and taehee always finds herself calling her cute when she does so. they are literally a power duo. whenever the two are mentioned together, fans would gush about how good they would look in a photoshoot together.

iconic moment (yeri bang ep. 11-1) “doyeon’s and taehee’s styles are similar. right?” yeri asks as she picks out beads for the bracelet she’s putting together for taehee. “taehee would want something that goes well with her outfit. she mostly wears monotone or beige colors,” naeun points out.

“ahh naeun, you know me so well,” taehee cooes, and clearly, her eyes were in the shape of hearts. seeing as the she got ignored, yeri drops her mouth open feigning offense. “why didn’t you give me a reaction like that?” she whines, “i knew you before naeun!!!”

“she’s just really interested in naeun,” doyeon hums casually, making the other girls laugh as taehee stood up from her seat. “HEY!!! that’s making me sound like a bad friend and i’m not.”

“are you really?” yeri continues to tease her, causing the said girl to whine and hug her in embarrassment.

blackpink

they’ve met and exchanged numbers in a music show early in their debuts.

she’s the closest with rosé and lisa since their age gap is quite smaller compared to jennie and jisoo.

there have been fancams of taehee watching blackpink perform and once jisoo was on the monitor, we’d see taehee mutter, “ahh she’s really pretty.”

taehee visits blackpink’s table once every award show, and jennie would be so attentive and welcoming of her — fixing her hair, being genuinely interested in what she’s saying, and laughing at her jokes. she was seen clinging onto taehee’s waist at some point, jennie adores taehee :(

taehee’s og aussie buddy is rosé !!!! they talk and eat together a lot, mostly about australia. taehee mentioned her in a radio show talking about the time they both cried in a public restaurant, “we were talking about home and then rosé unnie just started talking about her parents and suddenly i’m tearing up and then she’s tearing up and so we ended up crying while we ate pasta,” she laughed.

lisa thinks of taehee as her little brother. she’s just as energetic as her and taehee’s jokes are what lisa finds so funny. she would join in on a few of rosé and taehee’s hangouts and take lots and lots of pictures of them (and jokingly get mad if one of the girls don’t give her credit when they post on instagram).

iconic moment (200718 rosé instagram live) “you are so hot, rosé,” taehee reads from the comments, making it a sound a little sexy for the effect, the latter widening her eyes at the implication. “how ‘bout me? how ‘bout me?” lisa cuts in, “guys. how ‘bout me?”

“i’m the hottest okay? i’m the hottest,” she presses, rosé repeating what she said in breathy laughter. meanwhile, taehee was looking at lisa with the most sincere eyes she could muster just to tease her, “you are,” she emphasized, “the hottest.”

rosé laughs for the nth time that day as she clutches her stomach before questioning the youngest’s words, “ya, are you a two-timer?”

“no, i just have the prettiest girls beside me.”

ateez’s wooyoung and txt’s yeonjun

more of taehee’s ‘99 liner friends !!!!

taehee met wooyoung when she bumped into ateez in a convenience store near music bank. the leader of ateez greeted her first and a few of the members who were with him became acquainted with taehee, but wooyoung became the closest to her !!!!

(ateez boatta cover dance) “HEY JEON TAEHEE LOOK!!!!” wooyoung shouted before dancing ‘kick it’.

taehee covered ‘say my name’ and ‘answer’ in two of her dance vlives.

then wooyoung introduced yeonjun to taehee when the latter guested as an mc for inkigayo.

(191115 vlive) “oh i really like this song (run away by txt), i listen to this before going to bed sometimes. i’m actually friends with one of the members, yeonjun. ateez’s wooyoung introduced us while i mc’d as a special guest for inkigayo and we exchanged numbers. i really like their songs, especially the vibe.”

taehee is known to be very open with her friendships with other idols, so fans were quite okay with seeing her hang out with the two, her manager trailing a few feet behind them.

iconic moment (191115 vlive) taehee’s laugh trails off once she saw a notification pop-up on her phone. unlocking her phone, she snorts once she checked the message. she proceeds to show the meme to the camera while covering the top part of her phone, “ateez’s wooyoung sent this to our gc with txt’s yeonjun.”

“aha!! d’you guys know? when i send stuff to the gc, sometimes they leave me on read or reply ‘....’ just to tease me,” she rolls her eyes playfully, “but i’m glad we’re comfortable enough to tease each other.”

itzy’s yuna

taehee wanted to make friends to go out of her shell more, and she thought asking her manager to get yuna’s number was the first step.

taehee’s like Really fond of yuna ,,, and she’s glad they got along well real quick so she took her out to eat.

earlier in the year, when superm was touring, yuna sang a snippet of taehee’s solo song and tried to dance all the points of the choreo she could remember.

the fans have yet to see more interactions (or crumbs) from these two — noticing how their age gap is just a year longer than taehee’s and jisung’s, midzyzens would LOVE to see taehee baby yuna :(

iconic moment (200922 yuna instagram live) “nct’s taehee video called me awhile ago. we’re good friends,” yuna shyly giggles in front of the camera. “it’s been a long time since we last talked to each other so she called me, and then told me how much she loved our new album. she told me she really likes ‘not shy’, but she loves ‘be in love’ the most,” she explains further, adding how the nct member loved it because of her ‘killing me, killing me’ verse. 

“taehee unnie is very good to me,” she cutely smiles. “she’s very genuine with her words and she’s really supportive. i hope for us to eat again and become closer in the future.”