#fall in love with my streamers boy. all of them. not just the guy in the red sweater

[yukkiji]

Hi!!! Could I request a childhood bestfriends to lovers for Kenma? Like something cute where they’ve been neighbors forever and his mom loves you so you’re over at his house all the time sorta thing. I’d love it to be super fluffy. (I would also like nsfw added if it’s fits lol) I absolutely love how you write and I’m excited to read it!! ❤️❤️❤️

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where you’ve known kenma long before he became kozuken, but it’s only after years of quiet yearning, messy dates, and lingering touches that he finally realizes he’s always been yours—and you, his.

starring. kozume kenma x fem!reader ft. tetsuro kuroo

genre. fluff, romance, slowburn, smut, timeskip!kenma

wc. 11.2k

cw. oral (f. receiving), missionary, cowgirl, cockwarming, doggystyle, nipple play, praise kink, possessiveness, hickeys/marking, jealousy, desk sex (semi-public vibe stream room), dirty talk, streamer!kenma.

author's note. alot of things happened and i want to update since life has been stressful after our hourse got robbed lol anyways i hope you guys enjoy this and i'll try to post my drafts as much as possible hehe but not much will be proofread since it's hard to proofread using a very ancient phone HAHAHAHA

you knew kenma before the world did.

before the name kozuken trended in every corner of the internet. before the arenas, the esports contracts, and the millions who watched him stream in real time.

you even knew him before he was the genius setter of nekoma high, before his hands learned to speak the language of volleyball better than his mouth ever could.

you knew him when you were just two—barely taller than a stuffed bear—when the moving truck pulled beside his house. cardboard boxes stacked high, unfamiliar faces everywhere. your parents busy with directions, while you wandered toward the boy next door.

he had a bowl cut and a long-sleeved shirt that looked too big for his small frame. he was hiding behind his mom’s legs, half of his face tucked into the fabric of her skirt.

his eyes peeked at you. cautious. watchful.

he didn’t speak.

but you walked up anyway.

you remember squatting down to his level, offering the worn-out bunny plush in your hand. he didn’t take it, but he didn’t run either.

that was enough.

his mom laughed softly and crouched down beside him. “kenma, say hi.”

he didn’t.

but he looked at you, and you looked back.

somehow, it was enough.

you became a regular fixture at the kozumes’ house after that.

not long after the move, it became natural—expected, even—for you to be there. at first, it was a few afternoons here and there. your parents said you were just making friends, but they didn’t know it wasn’t about friends, not really. not in the way kids usually made them. kenma didn’t like tag or chasing games. he didn’t like yelling or loud giggles or getting mud on his clothes. he liked puzzles. his game boy. the little pixelated cat game he spent hours on. and he liked you, in that quiet, instinctive way a child decides: this person is safe.

you didn’t need him to talk. you didn’t fill silences with noise. you’d just sit near him, legs folded underneath, sometimes handing him your extra crackers, sometimes placing stickers on his arm until he blinked and said, “i like this one.”

his mom—warm, doting, endlessly grateful—started greeting you like one of her own. she’d open the door before you even knocked, press a cup of cold juice into your hands, and say, “kenma’s in his room. go on up.”

she’d pack bentos with two sets of everything. tie your shoelaces if she noticed they were loose. once, when you caught a fever and couldn’t visit for two days, she called your house and asked if she could drop off homemade soup.

“he’s quieter than usual,” she said on the phone. “i think he misses his friend.”

you were seven, maybe eight, when she first said it—half-laughing, half-sincere:

“you know, one day you’ll marry my son.”

kenma turned red from his spot on the couch. you kept chewing on your senbei and didn’t respond. but a part of you tucked the words away and didn’t quite forget.

the years passed, but the routine stayed.

elementary school turned into middle school. his hair grew longer, his voice deeper, his hands steadier on the controller. you helped him set up his first real console. brought snacks during exam season. let him lean on your shoulder when he fell asleep mid-game. you never minded.

and then there was kuroo—loud, wild-haired kuroo, with his permanent smirk and too many volleyball flyers in his backpack. he burst into both your lives like an open window in a quiet room.

“you’re always here,” he teased the first time he saw you. “are you kenma’s girlfriend or something?”

kenma nearly dropped his game boy. you didn’t blink.

“someone has to get him outside,” you said, matter-of-fact.

kuroo laughed. kenma rolled his eyes. somehow, it worked.

the three of you became an unusual trio—one half-charged with sunlight and sharp teeth, one soft-spoken and screen-glowing, and you, always in between. the tether. the neutral ground. the quiet rhythm that pulled kenma outside and made kuroo slow down enough to listen.

by middle school, kuroo was already a year ahead and louder than ever, somehow always getting into trouble but never quite punished. he had a knack for persuasion and a voice that refused to be ignored. it wasn’t a surprise when he joined the volleyball club.

what was a surprise was how often he started poking his head into kenma’s class after school, smirking as he leaned through the door.

“practice ends at five. you coming today?”

kenma didn’t even look up from his console. “no.”

“we need another setter,” kuroo insisted. “and you’re annoying when you just sit there and don’t use your freakish brain for something other than combos.”

kenma clicked the next button. “i don’t like getting tired.”

kuroo groaned. “you’re such an old man.”

you watched this exchange happen three times that week. kuroo, persistent as ever, kenma brushing him off with all the energy of a sleepy cat.

then came the afternoon kenma skipped lunch and stayed in his room, lights off, blinds drawn. you knocked, once, then let yourself in—he never locked the door for you anyway.

he was on his bed, stretched out with a pillow over his face. his switch sat beside him, untouched.

you padded over and sat cross-legged on the floor beside the bed, resting your arms on the mattress. “kuroo’s not wrong, you know.”

kenma shifted the pillow just enough to peek one eye at you.

“you’re good,” you said. “really good. i’ve been watching you two play since we were ten. i know you don’t care about winning or any of that, but when you’re on the court, you move like you’ve already seen everything happen.”

he looked away.

“i hate running,” he muttered into the mattress.

“so don’t run. just set. you don’t even have to move that much,” you said with a small smile. “just stand there and be a genius like always.”

he didn’t answer, but you could tell he was listening.

“besides,” you added softly, nudging his arm, “if you join, i’ll be cheering for you. every game. even if you just stand there and blink dramatically while everyone else runs in circles.”

his lips twitched, just slightly. “that sounds annoying.”

you smiled. “you’re already used to me.”

he didn’t say yes. not right away.

but the next afternoon, he showed up to practice with kuroo, sleeves rolled up, hair tied loosely back, expression unreadable.

you cheered anyway—from behind the gym doors, pressed up against the cool metal, heart pounding when he made his first perfect set.

you clapped when he got it right, even if no one else noticed. and when kuroo shouted, “that’s what i’m talking about!” across the court, you saw the tiniest flicker of pride cross kenma’s face.

he wouldn’t admit it, but you knew he liked the feeling.

from then on, things started to shift—not suddenly, but slowly, like the way clouds roll before a storm. kenma started showing up to practice more. not every day. not without a complaint. but he came.

you were there for every step of it.

he’d grumble about drills and sprints, complain about how kuroo never shut up, and say he was quitting at least once a month—but then he’d glance toward the doors where you always stood, sometimes with a juice box, sometimes with a towel, always with a smile, and somehow… he stayed.

he never cared much for being known. never liked crowds or spotlights or people yelling his name. but you could tell volleyball made something in him click—not in the loud, flashy way it did for kuroo, but in the quiet way that matched his rhythm.

he wasn’t playing to impress anyone. he was playing because he’d learned how to move in a world that made sense to him. one full of patterns and choices. and for all the chaos, the court had rules.

and maybe—just maybe—because you promised to cheer.

by the time high school rolled around, everyone knew who he was.

kozume kenma. nekoma’s brain. the genius setter with a distant stare and hands so precise it looked like the ball just wanted to obey him. people talked about his court vision like it was magic. opponents started prepping strategies just to counter him. coaches praised him even when he barely looked up from his warmups.

you were still there, always watching from the sidelines. sometimes pressed against the gym wall, sometimes in the front row at nationals, wearing a red and black hoodie with his number scribbled in sharpie on the sleeve.

kuroo teased him endlessly. “our genius has a personal cheer squad. what a spoiled guy.”

kenma would shrug, eyes on his phone. but you caught the slight twitch at the corner of his lips.

he never needed the attention. but he always looked for you in the crowd.

and you never missed a game.

seasons blurred together—spring tournaments, fall practices, rainy mornings waiting at the gates of nekoma, and hot summer nights where kenma would walk you home, still holding a half-finished sports drink in one hand and his phone in the other.

you knew his every habit. the way he chewed the inside of his cheek when he was thinking. the way his fingers hovered before making a decision in-game. the way he didn’t speak unless it mattered—and how, when it came to you, sometimes he’d speak anyway.

and somewhere along the way, that familiarity became something heavier. warmer. confusing.

you didn’t notice it at first. not really.

until kuroo did.

it was a lazy afternoon after practice—one of those days where the gym felt too hot and the hallway vending machine refused to take your last coin. you, kuroo, and kenma sat outside the school gate, backpacks at your feet and drinks in hand. kenma had already zoned out, phone in his lap, game loading. his leg was almost touching yours. almost.

“you know,” kuroo said, too casually, sipping his drink. “for someone who’s not dating kenma, you sure act like you are.”

you blinked. “what?”

he smirked. “i’m just saying. you pack his towel, carry his charger, cheer at every game. that’s girlfriend behavior.”

you rolled your eyes. “i do that for you too.”

“yeah, but i’m not the one who looks at you like you’re the only real thing in the room.”

your breath caught.

kuroo grinned. “you didn’t notice? kenma likes you. has for a while.”

you laughed—awkward, quick, a deflection. “kenma doesn’t like anyone. he barely likes talking.”

“doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel anything.” kuroo leaned back, arms behind his head. “you’re just too close to see it. and he’s too dumb to realize it’s love.”

you didn’t know what to say after that. and kenma didn’t even look up. just quietly beat the level on his game while your entire world shifted three inches to the left.

you didn’t walk home with them that day.

instead, you wandered. just a few blocks. past the bakery that closed too early. down the street where the sakura trees used to bloom.

your heart was pounding for no reason. your hands were cold.

kuroo was teasing, right? exaggerating. reading too much into things.

but then you thought about the way kenma always sat beside you—not across, never far. the way he’d quietly tilt his phone screen toward you if something funny came up. the way he never said no when you asked him to do something, even if he grumbled while doing it.

and suddenly it all felt like too much.

because maybe… maybe you liked him too.

no. loved him.

and you didn’t know when it happened—maybe when you were seven and he let you put butterfly clips in his hair. maybe during his first match when you lost your voice from yelling his name. maybe every single time he looked at you like you were the only one who never asked him to be more than he was.

you got home and sat on the edge of your bed like the floor might give out. your brain was buzzing. you couldn’t focus on anything.

you were in love with your best friend.

and you didn’t know what to do with that.

and suddenly, your phone buzzed.

[kenma]: wanna come over

[kenma]: i found a co-op game i think you’ll like

[kenma]: you can bring snacks if you want

you stared at the message for longer than you should have.

usually, you’d be out the door in two minutes.

usually, you’d already be knocking by now.

usually, you never said no.

but this time, everything felt different.

your fingers hovered over the keyboard.

you typed. deleted. typed again.

then sent:

[you]: sorry. not tonight. kinda tired. raincheck?

three dots appeared. then disappeared. then nothing.

you turned your phone face-down and curled into your pillow, heart aching in a way that felt too loud for the silence around you.

kenma stared at the screen.

not blinking.

not scrolling.

just... staring.

the soft blue light of his phone screen lit up the corners of his face, painting his cheeks in quiet confusion. the controller in his hand had long gone idle—his thumb paused mid-button press, stuck in a half-played game he no longer remembered starting.

behind him, kuroo flopped onto the bean bag with a loud sigh, cracking open a canned drink like he’d been waiting hours to do it.

“you done sulking over there or what?” kuroo asked, raising a brow. “you sent that invite ten minutes ago. you haven’t even touched your game.”

kenma finally blinked.

he clicked the screen off and set the phone down face-first on the bed beside him.

it buzzed once. a notification. unread.

“she’s not coming,” he said simply, as if it didn’t matter. as if it didn’t sting a little more than he expected.

“wow.” kuroo sat up halfway. “she never says no.”

kenma shrugged. “she’s tired.”

“is that what she said or what you’re telling yourself so you don’t spiral?”

kenma reached for his switch and opened a different game. something mindless. no plot. no real need for focus.

“it’s not a big deal,” he mumbled.

kuroo didn’t respond right away. just stared at him with that unreadable, calculating expression—the one that usually meant he was about to say something emotionally annoying.

“you know, you act weird when it comes to her.”

kenma didn’t look up. “she’s my best friend.”

“exactly,” kuroo said, too quickly. “but like… you don’t act like she’s just that.”

kenma exhaled, slow. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you ever notice how you only let her use your charger? or how you always check if she’s watching before you try something new on court? or how you’ll let her eat your fries but if i even look at them—”

“you double dip.”

“irrelevant.”

kenma sighed and leaned back against the headboard. his eyes were tired but stubborn, like they always were when he didn’t want to admit something—even to himself.

“we’ve known each other since we were kids,” he said. “of course i do that. that’s normal.”

kuroo scoffed. “kenma, i’ve known you almost as long. you’ve never once let me touch your charger without threatening to end my bloodline.”

kenma stayed quiet.

kuroo leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “look. i’m not saying you’re in love with her—”

“i’m not.”

“sure,” kuroo said, voice tight with sarcasm. “totally. that’s why you looked like you got soft-blocked when she said she wasn’t coming over.”

kenma clicked too hard on the joystick.

the screen wobbled.

“she just always comes over,” he said, quieter now. “that’s all."

“and you always wait for her.” kuroo's voice lost its teasing edge. “you notice when she’s not around. you look for her after practice. you smile more when she’s here—not at her, but because she’s here.”

kenma didn’t answer. the silence stretched between them like an unplugged cord.

“you’re not in love, fine,” kuroo said finally, hands raised in surrender. “but maybe start asking yourself why she matters more than anything else does. and maybe—just maybe—think about what happens if one day, she stops waiting for you to figure it out.”

kenma’s jaw tightened. his hands curled around the switch.

but still, he said nothing.

because kuroo didn’t know what he was talking about. because you were his best friend. and that meant comfort. familiarity. someone who understood him without having to ask.

it wasn’t love. it was just… normal. wasn’t it?

the days that followed were strange, but you tried not to let them feel that way.

you still woke up to kenma’s messages about a patch update or a new co-op title you could try. you still saw him at school, still passed him his favorite snack during lunch, still walked with him after practice when he wasn’t too tired to leave early. you did all the same things. but everything felt… louder now. like someone had taken a magnifying glass to your every move and suddenly you couldn’t act without feeling watched. even if the only person watching was you.

and then there was kuroo.

kuroo, who had decided—apparently without your consent—that your entire emotional state needed to be unraveled and laid bare under gymnasium lights.

kuroo, who gave you the most insufferably smug look every time you crossed paths in the hallway.

kuroo, who winked at you during homeroom like he’d read your diary and now had leverage for life.

you cursed him under your breath every time he walked by.

sometimes you cursed him out loud.

a quiet, sharp “traitor” when he stole your seat beside kenma in the gym.

a hissed “you are the actual worst” when he raised his brows at you after kenma handed you a drink without being asked.

you almost tripped down the stairs once because he whispered, “he only does that for you.”

you told yourself it wasn’t real. that it didn’t mean anything. that everything was the same and the only problem here was kuroo and his dumb insight and his even dumber smirk.

except now you noticed every time kenma looked at you.

you noticed how his eyes would flick toward you when something funny happened on his screen—like he wanted to see if you were smiling too.

you noticed how his shoulder would lean a little too close when you sat side by side, how his fingers would twitch between you like he was thinking about reaching out but couldn’t decide if he was allowed.

you noticed how your heart beat in places it hadn’t before.

and it was exhausting.

a few days later, it happened.

the two of you were alone after class—something that should have been normal. something that was normal.

you were sitting on the edge of the school rooftop, swinging your legs against the ledge, the wind tugging lightly at your uniform sleeves. kenma sat beside you, back hunched slightly as he tapped away at his switch. the golden hour light softened everything, turned the edges of the sky into melted amber.

you weren’t speaking, but the silence had never bothered either of you before.

until now.

kenma didn’t look up from his game when he asked it.

“do you like kuroo?”

the question knocked the air out of your chest so fast you had to double-check if you’d heard him right. you turned to him sharply, mouth parted, but he was still focused on the screen. casual. unreadable.

you blinked. once. twice. then shook your head quickly, too quickly.

“no,” you said, too flat to be believable, too fast to be normal.

kenma paused. just for a moment. his thumb hovered over a button mid-press.

“he talks to you a lot,” he said. “and you glare at him even more now. isn’t that a thing people do when they like someone?”

you almost laughed. the audacity of kenma trying to be observant now of all times.

but instead, you swallowed, fingers curling into the hem of your skirt.

“i glare at kuroo because he’s annoying,” you muttered, “and because he says things he shouldn’t.”

kenma tilted his head slightly. “like what?”

you hesitated. then shrugged.

“just... dumb stuff,” you said. “stuff that gets stuck in your head and makes everything worse.”

he didn’t press you for details.

instead, he nodded once, slowly, and went back to his game.

you hated how relieved you felt.

you hated how your heart wouldn’t slow down.

and most of all, you hated that you couldn’t say what you actually meant.

that you didn’t like kuroo. you liked him.

you liked the way he never expected you to be more than you were. you liked the way his voice softened when he said your name. you liked that every version of him—quiet child, genius setter, slow texter, tired gamer—had always been yours in a way no one else’s was.

but you didn’t say any of that. you just sat beside him in the fading light, pretending nothing had changed.

even if it had.

you didn’t talk about the rooftop conversation again.

there was no follow-up. no awkward tension. no clarifying moments.

the next day, you passed kenma a snack during lunch, and he took it without looking up from his phone. everything moved forward as if nothing had been said. the silence wrapped around the truth, comfortable and untouched, just like it always did.

but something in your chest felt different.

and no matter how tightly you wrapped your routines around it, the feeling stayed.

college came before you were ready.

you didn’t go far. just a train ride away. a campus tucked inside a sleepy city that still had your favorite chain cafe and a bookstore you could disappear into for hours.

kenma didn’t go to college. he barely even considered it. his world had long since shifted toward screens and algorithms and a growing audience who knew him as kozuken—not kenma from class 3-b, not kenma who hated group work and only ever sat next to you.

streaming suited him. he could stay inside. make his own hours. speak when he wanted and vanish when he didn’t.

you still saw him often. maybe not every day, but enough.

you still had a spare key to his apartment. your place was just next door anyway.

you came over after classes, usually in oversized sweatshirts and socks that didn’t match, flopping down on his couch with takeout and half-finished group project complaints. he’d pass you a controller. you’d pick the map.

everything stayed the same.

until it didn’t.

you started dating.

casually, at first. group hangouts that turned into one-on-ones. classmates who were funny, charming, sometimes a little too confident. there were no sparks, not really, but you were trying.

maybe because part of you had finally stopped waiting. maybe because you were tired of hoping for something that might never happen. maybe because kenma never gave you a reason to believe he wanted you the same way you wanted him.

so you tried. you went to restaurants that felt too loud. bars that smelled like syrup and stale citrus. rooftops and study rooms and late-night walks that led nowhere.

and sometimes—more often than not—you still ended the night at kenma’s apartment.

he never asked why you were wearing perfume. never asked who had smudged the corner of your lipstick. never asked if your sighs meant disappointment or something else entirely.

but he noticed.

he always noticed.

kenma didn’t know when it started—this dull, unfamiliar ache in his chest.

he was used to quiet. preferred it, even. but lately, the silence after you left felt hollow.

and he hated how much he noticed the little things. the extra attention you gave your eyeliner. the way your hair framed your face differently. the soft, glossy color on your lips that wasn't there before you left for your date—but sometimes was slightly off when you came back.

he never asked. never commented.

but every time you opened his fridge in someone else’s hoodie, every time your voice had a softness to it that wasn’t meant for him, something boiled beneath his skin.

and yet, he couldn’t explain it. not really.

you were still his best friend. that hadn’t changed.

but something inside him had.

because part of him—the part that lived in flickers and stolen glances—started hoping.

hoping that maybe, one day, you’d get dressed up like that for him. even though he liked you best in pajamas, curled into his couch with your hair tied up and no makeup on.

it all cracked the night kuroo dropped by.

kenma’s apartment was dim, lit by the soft glow of his monitor and the blue light of a paused menu screen. he sat on his desk chair, hoodie sleeves pulled over his hands, thumb idly spinning the joystick even though the game was frozen.

kuroo let himself in, as usual, a convenience store bag hanging from one wrist.

“you look like you haven’t slept in years,” he said casually, tossing a bottle of tea onto kenma’s desk.

kenma didn’t glance up. “i streamed till 3. slept at 4.”

“right. and that has nothing to do with the fact that your best friend came home last night looking like someone kissed the soul out of her.”

the joystick stopped spinning.

kenma’s eyes flicked toward kuroo, narrow, unreadable. “what do you want.”

kuroo sighed and dropped into the beanbag, stretching like a cat before cracking open a soda. “just saying. it’s been a while since she came home looking that lit up. what if it works out this time?”

kenma didn’t answer.

kuroo tilted his head. “you ever think about that? what happens if some guy actually gets it right?”

silence.

“like, what if he’s nice and funny and brings her her favorite stupid matcha latte and doesn’t freak out when she gets clingy during horror movies?”

kenma’s jaw clenched.

kuroo watched him carefully now, his usual grin nowhere to be found.

“what if she starts going to his place instead of yours?”

kenma didn’t move, but his grip on the controller tightened.

kuroo leaned back, one hand resting behind his head. “what if someone finally takes her seriously enough to ask her to be his girlfriend?”

there was a pause.

a beat.

a breath held too long.

and then kenma spoke, low and quiet.

“…she can do what she wants.”

kuroo raised a brow. “so you’re just gonna sit there, pretend it doesn’t bother you, and hope she keeps orbiting you like she always does?”

kenma didn’t respond.

didn’t need to.

because something in his eyes—dark and heavy and sharp with realization—said everything.

kuroo saw it. caught it in the flicker of kenma’s stare, in the stiff way he dropped the controller on his desk like it had betrayed him just by being there.

but kuroo didn’t smile. didn’t tease. not now.

he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “so what are you gonna do?”

kenma didn’t answer.

not right away.

his fingers twitched once, useless without a screen or controller to fidget with. he glanced toward the hallway—the one that led to your apartment, the one he could walk blindfolded and still end up at your door.

“i don’t know,” he muttered.

kuroo tilted his head. “kenma. you’ve known her since you were kids. you’ve built your entire life around her without even realizing it. she’s in your house more than she’s in her own. she has your spare key. she uses your shampoo. you like her.”

kenma’s eyes narrowed. “she’s my best friend.”

“and?” kuroo challenged. “that’s not mutually exclusive.”

kenma’s shoulders tensed.

“you think i don’t see how you look at her?” kuroo continued, voice quieter now. not mocking. not pressing. just real. “you’ve never looked at anyone the way you look at her when she’s half-asleep on your couch or when she’s excited about something stupid like a 2-for-1 pizza deal.”

kenma exhaled slowly, like it hurt.

“she’s been going on dates,” he said after a moment, voice flat. “and she doesn’t talk about them.”

kuroo nodded. “yeah. maybe because she doesn’t want to hurt you.”

kenma looked at him, the corner of his mouth twitching. “or maybe she doesn’t think it matters.”

“it matters,” kuroo said firmly. “especially to you.”

kenma ran a hand through his hair, slow and dragging, like his thoughts were too heavy to hold up anymore. “what if i’m wrong? what if she doesn’t feel the same? what if i ruin everything?”

kuroo let out a soft, tired breath.

“okay. but what if you don’t say anything… and someone else does? what if the next guy she goes out with isn’t casual? what if she stops showing up here because she’s finally found someone who actually says what you won’t?”

kenma didn’t respond. just sat there, jaw clenched, staring at the monitor like it might have answers buried in the pixels.

the idea of you not coming back—of your key never turning in the lock again, of your voice not filling the quiet spaces between his routines—sank into his chest like a stone.

“look, i’m not telling you to run to her door with flowers or confess on stream or whatever,” kuroo said. “but if you’re gonna keep looking at her like that… eventually, someone will notice. and it might not be her.”

kenma said nothing.

but the silence wasn’t the same as before.

it was full of something unspoken. something rising.

something that finally had a name, even if he couldn’t say it out loud yet.

and this time, kuroo didn’t press.

he just stood, stretched, and clapped kenma once on the shoulder before heading for the door.

“think about it,” he said. “before it’s too late.”

then he left.

and kenma stayed still, staring at the hallway.

like maybe you were already halfway out of reach.

kenma couldn’t focus the next day.

he tried streaming. made it thirty minutes before logging off mid-match with a vague excuse about frame drops. he hadn’t eaten anything except instant miso and a handful of chips. the room felt stuffy. too quiet. too clean.

he didn’t know where you were. hadn’t messaged you since the night before. hadn’t asked.

because if you were out again—with him again—he didn’t want to know.

still, something made him reach for his hoodie and step outside. maybe it was instinct. maybe it was avoidance. maybe it was the thin hope that he could walk it off, or dull the noise in his head with the fluorescent hum of a convenience store.

he shoved his hands into his pocket, phone buzzing silently against his palm, and kept his eyes low as he turned the corner toward your apartment complex.

and then he saw you.

right there, in front of your door. key in hand, leather jacket hanging off one shoulder, mouth slightly parted like you’d just said goodbye to someone. maybe you had. maybe you were already watching them walk away.

your lipstick was smeared just enough to notice if you were looking.

kenma looked.

he froze in place for a second too long, eyes flicking from the corner of your mouth to the curve of your cheek where your makeup was just a little too faded, a little too touched. something in his stomach twisted.

you looked up and smiled like nothing was wrong.

like you didn’t look like someone had just had their mouth on you.

“hey,” you said, breathless, like you’d been moving quickly. or maybe you were nervous. he couldn’t tell. “you heading out?”

kenma nodded slowly. “convenience store.”

“can i crash at yours?” you asked, already crossing the short distance between you.

he wanted to say no.

he wanted to say, not tonight, not like this, not when you smell like someone else’s cologne.

but you were already in front of him, already kicking off your shoes at his door like you’d done a hundred times before. like nothing had changed.

he followed you in.

your leather jacket was draped over one arm, and underneath you wore a tight black tube top—nothing else covering your shoulders. nothing to hide the faint, purple mark just below your collarbone.

kenma saw it.

he wasn’t supposed to. you hadn’t meant to reveal it, probably. but his eyes caught on it and didn’t move.

a hickey.

small. shallow. recent.

the same twisting sensation returned—hotter now, sharper. it crawled beneath his ribs and sat there, simmering.

you flopped onto his couch like always, arms stretched behind your head, exposing more skin than usual. more skin that wasn’t his to look at, but he couldn’t stop. couldn’t not see it.

“you okay?” you asked, glancing up at him through tired lashes.

kenma blinked. nodded. “yeah.”

he walked past you without meeting your eyes, heart hammering somewhere near his throat.

he didn’t know what made it worse—the fact that someone had touched you like that, or the fact that you came to him afterward like it meant nothing.

like he was just the soft place you landed when the excitement wore off.

and maybe that’s all he was. maybe that’s all he’d ever been.

he went to the kitchen. didn’t know why. didn’t need anything.

he just couldn’t look at you anymore without giving something away.

you noticed it the second you stepped inside.

something felt different. not visibly. the room looked the same—same dim lights, same faint smell of shampoo and fabric softener, same low hum of his console in standby. but kenma’s silence was sharper than usual, pointed in the way he moved, careful in the way he didn’t look at you.

he always looked. even if it was just a glance. even if it was just to make sure you were really there.

but tonight, he wouldn’t meet your eyes.

he barely said anything.

he padded toward the kitchen without a word, hoodie sleeves tugged over his palms like they could hide whatever it was he didn’t want to feel.

you frowned, sitting up straighter on the couch, your fingers subconsciously reaching for the edge of your jacket before remembering you’d already tossed it by the door.

you didn’t think he saw the hickey.

you hadn’t even thought about it. it wasn’t that deep. it hadn’t meant anything.

but suddenly you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

the tension in the room crackled around you, invisible but heavy, and your voice came out softer than intended.

“kenma?”

no answer. the fridge door opened and shut.

you shifted, hugging your knees to your chest. “are you mad at me?”

he still didn’t answer right away.

then—

“why would i be mad?” flat. emotionless. the way he sounded when something did bother him, and he didn’t want to talk about it.

you blinked. “i don’t know. you’re just… being weird.”

kenma came back into the living room, not with snacks or a drink, just… empty-handed. like he’d gone in there to breathe more than anything else.

he stood across from you, arms folded loosely, and for a second you thought he might brush it off. say he was just tired. tell you you were imagining it.

but then his eyes met yours, and everything dropped.

“do you always come here after they’re done with you?”

the words weren’t cruel. his tone didn’t spike or snap. he didn’t shout. didn’t raise his voice.

but it cut all the same.

you stared, breath caught in your throat.

“what…?”

kenma looked away, jaw tense. “you go out with them. come back here like nothing happened. still wear their cologne. have marks on your skin. and then you sit on my couch like you’re—like this is still normal.”

you didn’t know what to say.

because you didn’t mean for it to be like that. it wasn’t intentional. this wasn’t some elaborate game to string him along or keep him close. he was your safe place. your best friend. and maybe that made you selfish. maybe you’d taken advantage of the fact that he was always there—always steady, always soft.

“kenma,” you said quietly, “i didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

his throat bobbed. “you didn’t have to mean it.”

and that was what made it worse.

because it hurt anyway.

because somewhere along the line, he’d let you make a home in him.

and he didn’t know how to tell you it felt like you were burning it down every time you came back smelling like someone else.

you stood up slowly, unsure whether to reach for him or give him space.

“why didn’t you say anything?” you asked. “if it bothered you?”

kenma exhaled sharply, eyes still averted. “because you’re not mine.”

you froze.

the words hung in the space between you like smoke—thin, bitter, impossible to un-hear.

for a moment, all you could do was stand there. looking at him. really looking at him.

he wouldn’t meet your eyes now. his posture wasn’t angry. not defensive. just... drained. like he'd finally said something that had been sitting on his chest for far too long, and now he didn’t know how to take it back—or if he even wanted to.

and you realized—

this whole time, you’d been waiting for a sign.

a reason.

some shift in his voice or eyes that would make you feel less insane for loving him the way you did. you’d been so scared to lose the comfort, the familiarity, the normal—that you never considered he might’ve been holding back for the same reasons.

and now, here you were.

lipstick fading. breath shaky. a hickey from a boy whose name you didn’t even want to remember. and kenma standing in front of you, eyes low and voice tired, finally showing you the part of his heart he kept locked behind every silence he’d ever given you.

you swallowed.

“do you want me to be?”

his head lifted, just slightly. brows furrowed.

“what?”

you took a step forward.

voice softer now. smaller.

“yours,” you said. “do you want me to be?”

his mouth parted. no sound came out.

you didn’t wait.

didn’t let your heart overthink it.

you stepped close enough that he could smell your perfume—the one he said smelled like green tea and summer mornings—and gently, carefully, placed your hand over his.

“i didn’t know how to say it,” you whispered. “i’ve liked you for a long time. i didn’t think you felt the same, and i thought… maybe it would be easier if i stopped hoping. so i tried.”

his hand curled under yours. not tight. not desperate. just there—like it always was.

“i hated it,” he said quietly. “every time you left and came back like nothing happened. i didn’t want to be the person you landed on when no one else worked out. i wanted to be the one you picked first.”

your heart cracked in half and reformed all at once and for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel unsure.

you stepped in.

closed the distance.

wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your forehead to his shoulder, breathing him in—comfort, safety, and something warm that made your chest feel full to the brim.

“i’m here now,” you murmured. “and i’m not going anywhere.”

kenma let out a breath like he’d been holding it for months.

his arms came around you slowly. gently. like he was afraid you’d disappear if he moved too fast.

“good,” he said, barely above a whisper. “because you were never supposed to be someone else’s.”

kenma’s arms tightened around you, pulling you closer until you could feel the gentle thrum of his pulse against your chest.

you’d never realized how still he could be—how his presence could make everything else fall away, leaving nothing but the softness of his touch, the depth of his breath, the heat between you two.

it felt like time slowed as his hand brushed against the back of your neck, pulling your face up just slightly until his eyes met yours—eyes that held something unspoken. something you could almost taste in the air, sharp and heavy.

you didn’t move. didn’t know what to do except hold your breath and wait.

but then, without warning, kenma leaned in.

the kiss came soft at first. tentative. testing. lips barely brushing, like he wasn’t sure you were really here, really with him, or if this was some kind of dream he could wake up from. but then—something shifted.

the kiss deepened.

his lips found yours with more pressure, more need, as though he’d been waiting for this moment as long as you had. his hand gripped the back of your head, pulling you closer, tilting your face upward so he could kiss you like he wanted to memorize it—like he wanted you to be his. completely. unconditionally.

you could taste the faint edge of his possessiveness in the way he kissed you, in the way he held you so tightly like he was afraid someone would come and take you away if he let go. his lips moved against yours with a ferocity that was unspoken, a heat you hadn’t felt from him before, and it set something alight inside you.

his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging you closer still. his other hand slid down your back, pulling you into him, pressing the length of your body against his.

a quiet groan slipped from his throat when you kissed him back—soft at first, but eager. and it made something tighten low in your stomach, the need for him suddenly overwhelming, like you couldn’t get close enough.

when he finally pulled back—just enough to breathe—you were both still pressed together, chest to chest. his forehead rested against yours, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide.

“you’re mine,” he whispered, voice rough. low. possessive in a way that made your heart race. “always. don’t you forget it.”

you swallowed, your breath still coming in uneven gasps, and nodded slowly.

“i won’t,” you whispered back, a little breathless. “i won’t ever forget.”

and for the first time, you felt it in the way he kissed you again—this time deeper, slower, as if sealing the promise he’d made. the promise that neither of you would ever have to pretend again.

kenma's hands didn't stop moving. they slid down your spine, tracing the dip of your waist, then settled firmly at your hips, grounding you against him. his lips moved against yours with growing urgency, like now that he had you, he couldn’t risk letting go. not even for a second.

you barely noticed the way you were moving until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the couch, and he gently guided you down. you fell back into the cushions with a breathless laugh, your head tilted to watch him, lips kiss-swollen and eyes hazy.

he climbed over you slowly, deliberately—like he was giving you the chance to pull away, even if his body said he hoped you wouldn’t.

you didn’t.

you reached for him, fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie, pulling him down until his mouth met yours again—hotter this time, wetter, your bodies pressing flush. his weight on top of you felt like gravity. like something you'd needed for years without knowing.

when his tongue slipped between your lips, you let him in without hesitation.

you moaned into his mouth, fingers moving up to tangle in his hair. he groaned softly at the sound, grinding down against your hips in response—just once, enough to make your breath catch.

“kenma—” you gasped, breaking the kiss, eyes searching his. “are you sure?”

he nodded immediately, eyes blown wide, his voice low and rasped. “i’ve never been more sure of anything.”

his hand slid up your side, fingertips brushing the exposed skin of your ribs just above the edge of your tube top. his thumb ghosted over the faint mark on your chest—the hickey from someone else—and for a second, you thought he might stop.

but instead, he leaned down and kissed the skin beside it.

then lower.

and lower.

until his mouth pressed gently against your collarbone, teeth grazing the spot just enough to make you shiver.

his fingers slipped under your top, slowly pushing it up, watching you for any hesitation.

there was none.

he pulled it off over your head in one smooth motion and sat back for a second—just to look.

his breath caught.

you’d never seen him look like this before—like his entire world had narrowed to just you. every inch of his attention was locked on your skin, your expression, your body laid out beneath him like you were the most precious thing he’d ever been given.

“fuck,” he whispered, eyes darkening. “you’re perfect.”

heat pooled in your stomach. your thighs squeezed together on instinct.

“kenma—”

he leaned down again, capturing your lips in a kiss that left no room for doubt. this time, it was possessive. claiming. the kind of kiss that said you’re mine now and you’ve always been.

his hand moved down your stomach, over the waistband of your jeans, and paused.

you nodded once.

that was all it took.

he popped the button and dragged them down, fingers catching your underwear along the way. your breath hitched as cool air met your skin, and kenma settled between your thighs, eyes flicking up to meet yours.

he was quiet for a moment. reverent.

then—

“let me taste you.”

your body jolted at the request—at how low and deliberate his voice was. it wasn’t a question. it was a need.

you nodded again. couldn’t form words even if you tried.

kenma ducked his head, and the first lick was slow, deliberate, the flat of his tongue dragging through your folds with aching precision.

you moaned—sharp and sudden—one hand flying to grip the back of the couch. his hands anchored your thighs, thumbs rubbing soft circles into your skin while his mouth worked between your legs, tongue flicking against your clit until your whole body trembled.

“so sweet,” he murmured, breath hot against you. “better than i imagined.”

“kenma—” your voice cracked, hips rolling toward him, chasing the pressure. “please.”

he sucked your clit into his mouth, fingers joining in just as he moaned against you—and that was it.

your orgasm hit fast, sharp, stealing the breath from your lungs as your thighs clamped around his head and your hands buried in his hair.

he didn’t stop until you were shaking.

until your moans turned into whimpers, and even then, he pulled away slowly—kiss-swollen lips and flushed cheeks, his expression soft but hungry.

he leaned over you, wiped your tears with his thumb, and kissed your forehead.

“i’m not done,” he whispered. “i need to be inside you.”

his bedroom was quiet. still.

the only sound was your breathing and the soft padding of your bare feet against the floor as he led you inside, his fingers laced gently with yours. he didn’t say anything—just tugged you closer, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as he backed you toward the bed.

you sat on the edge, eyes fluttering closed when his hands ran over your arms, down your sides, settling at your hips. your jeans and top were already gone, and his hoodie was long forgotten somewhere in the living room.

he bent down, kissing your shoulder, your collarbone, your sternum, until you felt boneless beneath him again.

but still—something bubbled in your throat. a truth you hadn’t said aloud yet.

“kenma,” you murmured, fingers lightly curling around his wrist to pause him.

he looked up, immediately still. “did i hurt you?”

you shook your head quickly. “no. no, it’s not that.”

his gaze softened as he waited.

you hesitated. not because you were scared, but because it felt… fragile. this truth. like once you said it, it couldn’t be undone.

“i’ve never… gone this far before,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “it’s my first time.”

his eyes widened a little—but it wasn’t shock. or pressure. it was something gentler, something relieved. something like he was grateful.

you saw it in the way his shoulders dropped, the way he kissed you after—so soft, it felt like he was thanking you without saying the words.

“good,” he whispered against your lips. “i’m glad.”

your chest fluttered.

he kissed you again, longer this time, tongue sliding slowly into your mouth, his hand moving to cup your cheek like he needed to remind himself this was real. you were real. this was real.

when he laid you back, he took his time.

his clothes joined yours in quiet pieces—the hem of his shirt tugged over his head, sweatpants dropped to the floor, the sharp lines of his body slotting perfectly between your thighs. his skin was warm against yours, his breathing shallow but steady.

“you’re sure?” he asked again, voice husky as he hovered over you.

you nodded. “i want this. i want you.”

kenma let out a breath that trembled.

he reached between your bodies, guiding himself with slow, careful fingers, brushing the head of his cock between your folds—soft, wet, and aching for more.

his lips never left yours when he pushed in.

inch by inch, slowly, carefully, his cock stretched you open, filling you in a way that made your back arch, breath catching in your throat. he groaned low against your mouth, his grip on your hips tightening just slightly.

“fuck,” he breathed. “you feel—so warm. so tight.”

you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders, every nerve lighting up. it didn’t hurt—not really. but it was overwhelming. full. new.

he stilled once he was all the way in, resting his forehead against yours.

“you okay?” he asked, voice soft, strained.

“yeah,” you nodded, voice breathy. “just—give me a second.”

his thumb brushed your cheek.

you’d never seen him look like this—so undone, so focused, so possessive even as he moved with so much care. this wasn’t a hookup. it wasn’t casual. it wasn’t something to forget in the morning.

this was kenma. your best friend. the boy you’d loved for years.

when your body finally relaxed, you whispered, “move.”

and he did.

slow, deep thrusts. his hips rolled into you with a rhythm that made heat pool in your belly and your eyes flutter shut. he kissed you through every moan, every whimper, every breathless plea.

his hands never left your body.

and his voice never stopped.

“you’re mine.”

“wanted this for so long.”

“gonna make you feel so good.”

your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. your moans turned to gasps, body arching with each stroke as his pace quickened, building that heat, that pressure, that perfect friction right where you needed it most.

when you came, it was with a choked cry into his neck, your body trembling beneath him, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.

he followed soon after—grunting against your throat, burying himself as deep as he could go before shuddering through his own release, filling you with warmth as he whispered your name like a secret.

he stayed there for a moment.

his body pressed close to yours, skin flushed, breath warm against your neck. you could still feel the slow thrum of his heartbeat against your chest—irregular, fast, like he couldn’t quite come down. like he didn’t want to.

you were the first to move, brushing his hair out of his eyes with trembling fingers. he lifted his head slightly, eyes meeting yours—dazed, hooded, a little wrecked. and still, still, there was something simmering beneath the softness. something deeper.

something possessive.

his gaze flicked down to your collarbone.

to it.

the mark.

that fading, unwanted bruise left behind by someone who didn’t matter—someone who never stood a chance.

kenma’s eyes darkened again.

his thumb brushed over the skin just beside it. not harsh. not angry. but there was something territorial in the way his touch lingered.

“i hate that it’s there,” he said quietly.

you blinked. “what?”

his voice stayed low, rough. “that he got to leave something on you first.”

your breath caught.

“it didn’t mean anything,” you said, gently.

his eyes met yours—sharp and heavy. “i know. but i mean something.”

then he leaned down and pressed his lips to the other side of your collarbone.

kissed it.

sucked at the skin just enough to make you gasp.

then a little harder.

“ken—”

he pulled back only to admire the small, blooming mark he’d left. then another. and another, this time on the swell of your breast as his hand palmed the soft flesh, thumb brushing your nipple until it hardened under his touch.

you were already aching again.

wet.

your legs shifted beneath him, thighs tightening around his hips instinctively.

he noticed.

“sit up,” he murmured, voice hoarse. “ride me.”

your body jolted at the request.

you moved to obey, sitting back on your heels first, watching as he leaned against the pillows with one arm behind his head, cock already semi-hard again—slick with your last release, thick and flushed and hungry.

you swung one leg over him, settling into his lap, hands braced on his chest. his hands immediately slid up your thighs, then your waist, then higher—fingers cupping your breasts, thumbs flicking over your nipples.

“fuck,” he whispered, eyes glued to your chest as you hovered just above his cock. “you’re so pretty like this.”

you lowered yourself slowly, both of you gasping as the head of his cock slid past your entrance.

your hands pressed to his chest for balance, and with a slow, deliberate roll of your hips, you sank all the way down.

“fuck—” he groaned, hands gripping your waist hard enough to leave shadows. “just like that. take it.”

you moved slowly at first—rocking your hips, savoring the stretch, the angle, the way he filled you deeper like this.

kenma's hands roamed freely now. squeezing your thighs. sliding up your back. but he always returned to your chest, like he couldn’t get enough. he cupped your breasts with both hands, thumbs flicking your nipples, watching them bounce as you moved.

his mouth latched onto one, sucking softly, then harder, teeth grazing before he kissed the skin again, leaving another faint mark just below the curve.

you whimpered. your rhythm faltered.

he caught your waist, steadied you, whispered, “keep going, baby. you’re doing so good.”

you picked up the pace—bouncing now, thighs burning, eyes glassy as pleasure built low and tight again. his cock rubbed perfectly against that spot inside you every time you came down, and the sounds—skin against skin, his groans, your moans, your name rasped under his breath like a prayer—wrapped around you like heat.

“you’re mine,” he whispered again, leaning up to kiss your neck, your chest, your mouth. “no one else gets to have you like this. no one gets to see you fall apart like this.”

“i’m yours,” you gasped, losing pace, your body shivering from how full you felt. “i’ve always been.”

that broke something in him.

he fucked up into you hard—once, twice, deep and fast—and you cried out, nails dragging down his chest as your orgasm ripped through you with sudden, overwhelming force.

he followed almost immediately after.

his grip on your hips tightened, head falling back, jaw slack as he filled you again, pulsing deep inside while your body trembled around him.

you collapsed onto his chest, still panting, both of you soaked in sweat, skin flushed, lips swollen.

his hands stroked your back gently. possessiveness melted back into quiet awe.

“i should’ve told you sooner,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“i would’ve said yes,” you whispered.

“say it now, then.”

the room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and your breathing, still slowing from the high you both rode just minutes ago.

you lay on kenma’s chest, cheek pressed to the warm skin just below his collarbone, listening to his heartbeat. steady. real.

his fingers brushed lazy circles into your lower back, and every so often, you’d feel him glance down at you—like he was checking. like he still didn’t quite believe it either.

you tilted your head up slightly, met his sleepy, half-lidded gaze.

“you okay?” you murmured.

he nodded slowly. “feels like a dream.”

you smiled. “feels like a good one.”

his arms curled around you tighter, burying his nose into your hair.

“hope i don’t wake up.”

morning came soft and golden, sunlight filtering in through the edges of his curtains.

you stirred first, body sore but satisfied, your skin warm under the blankets. there was a dull ache between your thighs—the kind that made your stomach flutter. you blinked blearily at the clock, then turned over in the sheets and reached for your phone.

except you weren’t wearing anything.

you looked around, found kenma’s hoodie crumpled at the foot of the bed, and pulled it on. it was far too big, swallowing you whole, the hem just barely covering your ass. it smelled like him—shampoo, cotton, and something deeper that made your stomach twist all over again.

you padded out into the hallway quietly, yawning into your sleeve, and heard the soft clicks of a keyboard coming from his stream room.

he was already setting up, headset pushed back, screen aglow.

“morning,” he said without looking up.

“barely,” you teased, stepping in and leaning against the doorframe.

kenma’s eyes flicked up—immediately zeroing in on you. or more specifically, the way his hoodie hung off one shoulder, your legs bare, and the way the soft fabric clung to your chest.

his gaze darkened just slightly.

“you’re not wearing anything under that, are you?”

you smirked, pushing off the wall and walking toward him.

“what do you think?”

he reached out and grabbed your hand, tugging you into his lap like it was second nature.

you straddled him, thighs pressed to the sides of his chair, your hands on his shoulders for balance. he tilted his head up to kiss you, slow and sweet at first—but quickly deepened it when his hands slipped under the hoodie and cupped your breasts.

“still sore?” he murmured between kisses, his thumbs rubbing slow circles over your nipples.

you moaned softly. “a little.”

he grinned, proud, kissing down your jaw. “good. i hope i left enough marks.”

“you did,” you breathed. “everywhere.”

his hips shifted beneath you, grinding up ever so slightly—enough for you to feel he was already half-hard.

you kissed him again, tongue sliding against his, slow and messy and a little too deep for early morning.

“i should make you breakfast,” you mumbled against his lips.

“you should stay right here.”

you laughed softly, brushing his hair back. “you have a stream.”

he groaned and let you go, reluctantly. “fine. food first.”

you made scrambled eggs, rice, and toasted seaweed—simple, warm, comforting. kenma sat at the table in his hoodie and sweats, hair still a little messy from sleep, eyes glued to your every movement as you moved around his kitchen like you belonged there.

he was quiet. but not the awkward kind.

just… content.

every time you turned around to pour water, grab utensils, or slide food onto his plate, his eyes followed you. and every so often, you caught him staring at your bare thighs peeking out from beneath his hoodie.

“you’re really enjoying the view, huh?” you teased, sliding his plate in front of him.

“i earned it,” he said, deadpan.

“fair enough.”

you both ate like it was any other morning, except every time your knees brushed under the table, every time his hand grazed yours, your skin buzzed.

and as he finished the last bite of egg, he leaned back in his chair, eyes flicking to the hallway behind you.

“i could still be a little late,” he said casually.

you raised a brow. “kenma.”

“just one more round.”

“where?”

he stood, slow and deliberate, chair sliding back.

“right there,” he said, nodding toward the stream room.

the door clicked shut behind you.

you stood at the entrance of his gaming room—half-breathless, half-excited, heart hammering.

his pc lights glowed in soft blues and purples. the two monitors displayed his open stream software. his chair still warm from earlier.

kenma came up behind you and pressed a slow kiss to the back of your neck, his hands sliding up your thighs, beneath the hoodie.

“bend over the desk,” he whispered, voice thick.

your breath hitched.

you stepped forward, placing your hands on the edge of the desk, pushing the clutter aside—his headphones, a controller, a few snack wrappers—until there was just space for you to lean.

kenma lifted the hoodie up just enough to expose your ass.

“fuck,” he muttered, palming it, watching the way you arched into his touch. “you really weren’t wearing anything.”

you looked over your shoulder, smirking. “surprised?”

he didn’t answer—just dropped to his knees behind you, spreading your legs.

you gasped as his tongue licked a slow stripe up your folds, teasing and slow. he groaned at the taste, burying his face between your thighs with no hesitation.

you moaned loudly, one hand gripping the edge of the desk, the other covering your mouth.

“quiet,” kenma said against your pussy. “don’t want the mic to pick it up.”

you whimpered, hips rocking back.

he ate you out until your knees were shaking, until you were dripping and gasping and begging.

and only then—only then—did he stand, undo his sweats, and slide inside you in one smooth thrust.

you cried out, your forehead pressing to the cool surface of his desk.

“fuck, kenma—”

his grip on your hips was tight, grounding, his pace deep and measured.

“look at you,” he said, voice low and reverent. “bent over my desk. letting me fuck you where i stream. where everyone watches me.”

you moaned, louder than you meant to.

“you like that?” he asked, slamming in deeper. “like knowing this is where i win games—where they all watch me—and now i’ve got you right here, taking my cock like you were made for it?”

“yes,” you gasped, shaking.

“i should turn the stream on,” he murmured, grinning against your shoulder. “show them what’s really mine.”

you clenched around him so tightly he groaned.

“but i won’t,” he whispered, kissing your spine. “because this—this is just for me.”

his hand snuck around to rub your clit, fast and skilled and maddening.

you came hard—loud, shaking, walls clenching around him.

he followed with a low growl, burying himself as deep as he could go, warmth spilling inside you.

after a moment, you both collapsed onto the desk, breathless and sweat-slicked.

his hand tangled with yours.

“stream’s late,” you muttered, cheek against the wood.

“worth it.”

you both stayed like that for a while—slumped over his desk, bodies sticky and flushed, his hand lazily stroking your side as your heartbeats slowed in sync.

the glow of his monitors lit the room in gentle color. outside, the day stretched on quietly, as if the world had given you a moment to just be.

after a while, he kissed the nape of your neck.

“i should stream.”

you made a sound that was somewhere between a whine and a laugh, still folded over the desk. “you’re the one who made us late.”

“and i regret nothing.”

twenty minutes later, he was in his gaming chair again—sweatpants barely tugged up, mic live, camera off.

you were straddling him quietly under his hoodie, your legs draped over the armrests, your face tucked into his neck.

his cock was still buried inside you, warm and thick and pulsing. he hadn’t moved. hadn’t let you go.

cockwarming.

you’d barely heard of it before this. but now—now it felt like the most natural thing in the world. like being as close to him as possible was the only way to keep the morning from slipping into a dream.

he played with one hand, the other wrapped securely around your waist.

the chat was already rolling.

“yo kozuken’s late lmaoo” “no cam again?? 😭” “he’s suspiciously calm today.” “wait… did he finally get laid???”

you bit his shoulder through the hoodie to keep from laughing.

kenma’s lips twitched. he didn’t respond to the chat. didn’t deny it either.

his fingers tapped calmly against his keyboard, the only betrayal of his pleasure being the slight hitch in his breath every time you clenched around him just to tease.

you felt him smirk.

his hand slid under the hoodie again, fingertips brushing the marks he’d left all over your skin.

he pressed a kiss just below your ear.

“you okay?” he whispered.

you nodded.

his voice dipped even lower—barely a breath.

“mine.”

and you smiled.

because you were.

you knew him before the world did—before the screen names, before the uniforms, before the stage lights and streaming queues and fan chats trying to guess what kind of girl could love someone like him.

you were there when he was just a quiet boy hiding behind his mother’s legs.

and now—after all this time—he was finally yours.

and you were his.

completely.

[shade-e-e-es]

I say this with love but good god so much of the phasmo fan content is just focused on grian and scar, not all of it mind you, it just makes me sad when imp and skizz get pushed to the side in favor of cod boy and wizard chap

[izzyy-stuff]

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 - 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍

IN WHICH after looking for an apartment for months you finally find a nice place, but it's too big and expensive for you to live alone in it so you ask her two best friends, hoping they could help you out.

pairing– childhood bsf!Choi Soobin x fem!reader

featuring– original characters, members of txt

genre– Fluff, Smut

contains– foreigner!reader, jealous!soobin, childhood friends to lovers, best friends to lovers, roommates au, streamer!soobin, streamer!beomgyu, uni romance, sunshine!reader, she has a lively personality, Soobin is in love, like really desperately so, Soobin has a license and a car, one sided pining, Soogyu shipped as a joke, jujutsu kaisen mentioned

smut warnings– inexperienced!Soobin, dry humping, mutual masturbation, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex + creampie, breast play, missionary, oral (f. receiving)

word count– 20k

playlist

↪ izzy speaks... I'm finally getting to my old ideas!! I was so excited to write this (even though I struggled a bit as I actually don't play many games myself) and I'm really happy with how it turned out! I hope you'll enjoy it just as much <3

only lightly proofread!

The first memory of Soobin you have is from when you were ten, freshly moved into town, with no idea how to say anything but a short and simple introduction. You were in Korea for a month, still trying to figure out the alphabet and all the school paperwork in your hands written in what seemed like hieroglyphics as you walked through the school hallway, trying to find your way around. 

“I give up,” you groan, your hands falling back to your sides as you look around, hoping for any clue on where the principal’s office might be. You debate calling your dad, asking him to pick you up and begging him in the car to turn down his promotion after all and take you back home because it’s hell here, but you stop yourself. 

Instead, you take a few eager steps forward, determined to reach the office no matter what. But to your luck, you find yourself on the other side of the school, blinking quickly as you try to make sense of the situation unfolding in front of you. Three guys hovering over another boy who keeps his eyes on the textbook in front of him, trying to make it look like he isn’t intimidated by them. But you notice the slight flinch of his arm when one of them raises his voice. 

You frown, trying to find the right words. Whatever you could say, you weren’t sure if they would understand you. You knew there wasn’t a high chance of them speaking English, and you definitely didn’t know how to tell them to get lost in their language. 

You’re not sure how much time passes when you just stand there, trying to figure something out but eventually, they notice you. You watch them exchange some words that sound like curses, completely ignoring your presence as they press him further, demanding something from the poor boy in the chair. 

“Leave him–” Before you can finish your sentence, a strong voice interrupts you, the Korean echoing through the empty classroom. It makes them all back up without hesitation and you turn around as well to see what was so scary behind you. Your eyes meet with an older man who you can only assume is one of the teachers. He asks you something but you just shake your head, trying to explain that you don’t understand him. It’s useless because before you can even open your mouth, his attention redirects to the boys behind you, talking to them instead. 

After a short moment, his eyes travel back to you, tilting his head slightly as he observes you. “You’re the new foreign student?” Your eyes widen at his English, immediately nodding. You introduce yourself, asking him about the principal’s office. “Yeah, you’re all going to the principal’s office,” he mumbles, yelling at the boys again. You blink a few times, watching them pass by and grumble something under their breath as they follow the teacher outside. 

The boy from the chair walks last, his head down and his bag swinging on his shoulder. He looks around your age, even though his height suggests otherwise. You quickly catch up to him, asking if he’s okay. He glances at you, scanning your features before nodding. You smile, offering him your hand with a memorized introduction. “Soobin,” he hesitates before grabbing your hand, frowning a bit as you shake it. He doesn’t say anything else and you don’t either, just quietly walking towards the principal’s office, preparing to get questioned about what had happened. 

You quickly learnt the names of the three guys in your first week, everyone telling you to stay away from them when they heard about the incident you walked in on. Apparently, ‘Hyunwoo and his dogs’ as the kids liked to call them, were quite famous for their behaviour. From drawing on all the possible tables in school to more violent rumors, one you might have saved Soobin from that day. 

You haven’t seen him since, but you found other friends. A girl that you were seated beside (Thank you, seating chart, you say to this day) and her older sister Jisoo, who you later found out was in the same class as Soobin. She helped you understand a lot of materials and kindly explained everything she could within her English skills, while Jisoo took you under her wing in the social sense, telling you everything about everyone and making sure you knew who to avoid interacting with. You were grateful to both of them, you still are to this day. 

The second time you met Soobin was almost six months later in the hallway when you were rushing to your next class and accidentally bumped into an upperclassman. You mumbled an apology and tried to push past but it was already too late.

 “Watch where you’re going,” Taeyang, one of Hyunwoo’s ‘dogs’ pushes you, and before you can stop the fight from happening, a group of kids creates a circle around you, some of them cheering and some whispering about what is happening. You sigh, running your hand through your hair. 

“Foreigner is fighting with Taeyang in the hall right now!” 

Soobin immediately looks up from his textbook, eyes widened as he watches everyone in the class stand up and rush outside to see the situation for themselves. “Oh god,” Jisoo mumbles from behind him, quickly pushing through others to get there first. He stays seated for a while, waiting for everyone to leave before standing up and making his way out. 

The argument is already at its peak when he arrives, trying to make his way through the crowd of people. 

“Let’s go,” Jisoo tries to tug at the hem of your shirt. “Stay out of it, Yoon,” Taeyang warns her immediately, taking a step forward. You swallow a lump in your throat as you look up at him, ready to take whatever is coming. “This little bitch thinks she can push me and then tell me to watch where I’m going.” 

“That’s enough.” You jerk your head to the side when you hear the voice, your brows furrowing in confusion as you watch Soobin place his hand on Taeyang’s shoulder and push him back. “You’re crossing the line. Leave.” It’s obvious from the look in his eyes that he wants to argue, fight maybe even, but with the way Soobin towers over him and stares him down, it leaves him no other choice but to back up. 

“You think you can scare me?” 

“I don’t care if you’re scared. What I care about is that you’re going too far. Especially since you’re in the wrong,” he states calmly, casually moving to stand between him and you, covering both you and Jisoo from Taeyang’s sight completely. You blink a few times, confusedly glancing between your friend and the giant in front of you. 

“Soobin doesn’t do fights,” Jisoo leans in to whisper into your ear. “No matter if Yeonjun or Beomgyu are involved, he avoids these situations no matter what.” 

“Whatever,” Taeyang mumbles after a moment of hesitation, pushing past the crowd to get away. You watch him confusedly, trying to figure out how. How could he start a whole fight with you just to run away the second another boy shows up? 

“Are you okay?” Soobin’s soft voice takes you out of your thoughts, making you look at him again. “Yeah,” you nod. “Thank you, Soobin.” 

After that day, it became somehow easier for you to find your way into his life. Joining him at lunch, going to his class during break to spend time with Jisoo but eventually just striking up a conversation with him instead. You just wanted to befriend him. 

And you did. 

Everything turned into a routine shortly after, from eating together and spending time with each other during breaks, to studying together and hanging out outside of school as well. You often accompanied him to pc cafe’s and laughed as he argued with his best friend over who was better, and in return, he always paid for your drink. It was comfortable with Soobin, and you soon started calling him your best friend. 

For Soobin, it was the same. It was comfortable hanging out with you. He could be himself without having to worry about what you thought of him. He watched you get along with his friends, immediately blending in, he admired you as you told him about your day when he walked you home—also a routine you started after a few months when you realized you live in the same direction—and he was there for you every time. No matter how bizarre your problem was, he was there, and he made sure you understood that he wasn’t going anywhere. 

But over time, his affection towards you started turning into something more. He started noticing the little things you did, like scratching your nose when you tried to focus on something really hard, or how you always doodled in the corner of your notebook when you were zoning out. He tried not to pay attention to those things at first and ignore the weird feeling in his stomach every time he talked to you, but he eventually realized that wasn’t an option. 

So, he let his feelings get the best of him. He’s never done anything about them, but they were there and he knew about them. 

Jisoo caught onto them as well, he believes. She never said anything to him about it or you as far as he knew but it was obvious from the way she looked at him whenever he was around you. Still, he acted as if he couldn’t see it, deciding it would be for the best to just ignore whatever he was feeling so he wouldn’t ruin your friendship. 

“Soobin!” The fifteen year old turned around immediately at the familiar voice, his eyes wide with question as you ran into his class, the biggest grin on your face. “Yes?” 

You hold up a piece of paper in front of him, beaming like the ray of sunshine he knows you as. “Look!” 

“I told you you’d do great,” he smiles back, scanning the A- on top of the page written in red ink with his eyes. “It’s only thanks to you! God, I could kiss you right now!” You exclaim, almost tearing the paper in half from excitement. 

Please do. His eyes soften but he doesn’t say anything, biting back the words that hang on the tip of his tongue. He can’t. No matter how much his heart wants to, he knows better than to be reckless and admit his feelings in the middle of the classroom just because you said something you don’t even mean. 

His hand moves up on its own, coming to cup your face. But when he realizes what he’s doing, he quickly pats your head instead. That was the first and last time he was close to confessing or taking a step forward he could never take back again. He couldn’t. The more he watched your smile, the more he knew he had to hold back his feelings no matter what. 

“Let’s go, you should get to your next class,” he mumbles instead, averting his eyes from you. Get a grip. 

You blink at him through your lashes but nod. He’s right. You do need to get to your next class. You just wanted to show him your accomplishment first. After all, he was the one who sat with you and explained all the material to you for hours. “I’ll see you later then,” you smile, hiding the test result back into your bag. “Our place?” 

“Yeah,” he nods, something you can’t quite name flickering in his eyes. 

The soft ringtone echoes through the room, the flash making Soobin glance to the side. “Fuck,” he mumbles, focusing on his monitor again. “I need to take this, you got it for a second?” 

“Yeah, go ahead,” his best friend, Beomgyu, answers, and Soobin immediately mutes himself, giving an apologetic look into the camera for his watchers. He notices a few comments asking who is calling him and what kind of call he is receiving but he doesn’t answer any of them, picking up his phone and turning off his webcam. 

“Soobie!” You exclaim and his lips immediately curve into a smile. “Yeah?” He asks, relaxing in his gaming chair. “I found the perfect apartment!” You explain and his eyes immediately widen in excitement as well. You’ve been looking for weeks now but everything was always either too pricey or far from university. “Yeah?” He’s pretty sure you can hear the smile in his voice but he doesn’t care. “Is it close?” 

“Super close! I could even skate to school if I wanted to.” 

“You? Skate?” He snorts. “Like on a skateboard?” Just the idea of seeing you trying to balance a skateboard was hilarious to him. He knew that if you put your mind to it you could do it, but until then, he was free to imagine you falling over and over again. 

 “I could learn from Ryan,” you roll your eyes. Right. There he was again. Soobin’s smile falters for just a second, his mind drifting to the “absolute love of your life” as you like to call him. You knew him for just a little over a year and somehow, he managed to become one of your best friends. Which, if he was honest, was pissing him off. 

It felt as if you were incapable of leaving him out of conversations and even though he knew he had no right to feel this way, he was jealous. 

“Sure you could. Call me when you do so I can come along and see you fall over and over again.” And so I could make sure he doesn’t try anything. 

“As much as I love you, you’re such a brat sometimes,” you shake your head at him, a quiet laugh escaping your lips. “You got that from Beomgyu.” 

“Take that back,” he fake gasps, making you laugh. There is a smile on his face again right away, his eyes softening when he listens to your laugh. “Anyway, that’s not why I called. I was thinking…maybe, we could come look at the apartment together again tomorrow. It has three bedrooms and two bathrooms. It’s definitely too big for me to live there alone.” 

“Are you suggesting I move in with you?” Soobin blinks a few times, trying to figure out if this is a joke or one of his many dreams coming true. There was no way, right? “And finally get to escape Beomgyu’s nasty room? Please.” You laugh on the other side of the phone, again. 

“He probably wouldn’t like hearing that.” 

“Good thing he is in his room with headphones and I’m muted then.” 

“Wait, shit, am I interrupting your stream?” Your eyes widen immediately, apologies slipping from your lips. “It’s fine,” he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. But…you’re serious, right? This isn’t one of your jokes?” 

“I swear on my family that I seriously want to move in with you,” you assure him. Soobin could feel his smile growing even wider, looking at his computer screen to make sure he was still muted and his webcam was off. He wasn’t sure how he would explain his smile if he weren’t. He must have looked stupid smiling like a ray of sunshine just because his best friend was calling. 

“Isn’t it still too big though? Don’t you want to look for something smaller?” 

“I’m actually planning on calling Ryan right after we hang up. He’s been looking for a place as well so we could kill two birds with one stone. I wanted to ask you first, though.” 

“Ryan?” Seriously? What was with his luck lately? “None of your girlfriends?” 

“I do not want to be the reason you start hooking up with Jisoo or any other of my friends for that matter. So no, none of my girlfriends,” you roll your eyes, chuckling. You think it’s a joke, it was meant to sound like that, but before you can add to it, he interrupts you. “I don’t want to hook up with any of your friends,” he grumbles, taking it more seriously than he should. You frown, “Okay? Sorry, I didn’t think you would actually hook up with my friends.” 

Soobin sighs, shaking his head. He wasn’t sure what’s gotten into him all of a sudden. “No, I’m sorry. So, tomorrow you said? What time?” 

“Two pm! I remember your schedule correctly, right? You don’t have a lesson then, do you?” 

“Nope, two pm is great,” he nods slightly, looking at the chat under his stream. They were currently laughing at something Beomgyu did but he wasn’t sure what it was. “I should get back, looks like Beomgyu did something stupid.” 

“Yeah, of course. Have fun, I’ll join in a bit,” you smile, saying your goodbyes before hanging up. Soobin rests his head against his chair as he places his phone down again, groaning quietly as he hides his face in his hands. He wasn’t sure if this little arrangement you had in mind would work but he wasn’t going to miss out on his chance just because of some one-sided beef he has with Ryan. That would just be stupid. 

So the next day, he finds himself standing in front of the address you provided him at 1:50, nervously looking around and trying to find you with his eyes. Instead, his eyes fall on a boy, his fluffy hair falling in front of his eyes. “Hey,” he calls at Soobin, making him force a smile as he waves at him awkwardly. “You got here earlierly.” 

“Yeah,” Soobin shrugs, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Didn’t want to make a bad impression before even moving in.” Ryan chuckles, nodding, “Didn’t expect any less from you.” Soobin frowns, trying to figure out what that even means. He doesn’t say anything else though, simply joining him by his side. 

Ryan is around Soobin’s height, slightly taller actually. His hair is black, catching small waves at the ends, and his eyes are a lighter shade of brown than Soobin’s. He’s in all black, like every time he’s met him, comfortable in his loose shirt and jeans. Every time they stand beside each other, Soobin wonders if that’s what you’re into. He looks down on his outfit, a white button-up with light blue jeans, a completely different aesthetic from Ryan’s. 

Soobin shakes his head, snapping out of his thoughts. He wasn’t even sure what he was worried about. Sure, Ryan might play the guitar, make music, skate, possess English skills that he could only dream about and be a foreigner (which was also the reason you started talking to him in the first place), but that didn’t mean he was going to steal you from him, did it? 

It doesn’t take much longer for you to arrive as well, greeting both boys with a hug. Soobin’s hands wrap around your waist, carefully inhaling the soft scent of your hair as he lingers in the hug for a little longer than he should. You giggle as you step back, smiling at them warmly. “Should we then?” 

You follow the owner around the empty house, pointing at certain areas and chatting about how you could decorate it and where to put what furniture. Both guys just keep nodding to you, figuring it was for the best to just have your moment. You don’t mind. 

“Okay, I’ll let you look around on your own. Just shut the door when you leave and send me a text,” she squeezes your arm lightly with a warm smile and you nod immediately. She’s sweet and has been treating you with nothing but respect and kindness since she laid her eyes on you so it was easy to return the favor to her. 

“I will. Have fun on your date,” you smile, prompting the guys to say their goodbyes as you watch her leave. “You two have gotten close,” Ryan comments with a snort, making you roll your eyes. “Yeah well, I want to live here so it’s normal to have a good relationship with the owner, don’t you think?” He shakes his head at you but doesn’t say anything else. 

“Well then, what do you think?” You look between the two boys, hopeful. Soobin smiles at you immediately, unable to hold back when he sees the spark in your eyes. “It’s really pretty,” he mumbles, his eyes soft. You beam right away and it makes him even less sure if he was talking about the apartment or you. “Yeah, you weren’t lying when you said it was, and I quote: ‘the only and greatest apartment to ever exist.’” Ryan laughs. You resist the urge to kick him in the leg and decide to turn to Soobin instead. 

“I’ve heard the connection is great and the internet doesn’t crash or anything, so you could stream and play games without any problem. And! We could set your console in the living room and play together on the couch, that’d be fun, right?” 

Soobin nods, “Yeah, that sounds great.” 

“So you guys are happy? We can talk about the arrangement and settle everything? Please say yes, I’m going insane over here.” Both boys chuckle and nod, making you jump up immediately. “Okay, in that case what do you think about…” 

The three of you walk around the apartment once again, deciding where to have the kitchen corner, which bathroom will be yours and which the boys, and then also assigning the bedrooms. Ryan immediately took dips on the smallest one, saying something about it being cozy and just spacious enough for him and his music, which left you and Soobin. 

“It’s yours,” he says calmly as you stop in the largest room. You glance up at him, shaking your head. “No, no, you should have it. You need space for your computer and all, you should take the room. I’m fine with the other one,” you assure him but he doesn’t budge, trying to use the gentleman card and saying you should have the first pick as the female. Jokes on him, you immediately played around with his words and said you want to pick the slightly smaller one. He wanted to convince you to have it but before he could open his mouth again, you ran off. 

“What is it?” Soobin blinks as he sees Ryan leaning on the wall beside him, watching them with a smirk on his face. He shakes his head, glancing towards where you ran off before looking back at Soobin. “Nothing,” he answers, walking off with a knowing smile. Soobin frowns, sighing before following you. 

And just like that, after a little paperwork and preparation, you slowly start moving in, until the apartment is full of boxes, furniture, books, and laughter from all three of you. It doesn’t take long for you to ease into a comfortable rhythm, dividing chores and setting some ground rules to avoid any unnecessary misunderstandings or fights. 

It all feels easy, honestly. You spend every morning in the kitchen together before leaving for school and then relax together again over dinner. It often ends up with all of you disappearing into your own rooms and studying or simply doing your own thing, but every once in a while, you stay longer, playing games on the TV with Soobin or watching a movie with Ryan. You always laugh loudly with them, and it makes you appreciate them a tiny bit more. 

“This is the last time I let you pick a game,” Soobin mumbles, staring at his computer screen, headphones on and his stream on his other monitor. It’s been a good two hours and half of him and Beomgyu playing roblox games and every time it was Gyu’s turn to pick what they were going to play, he came with some terrible, cringe one, full of thirteen year olds telling them both they were fucking their moms. It was interesting, for sure, to see what was going through the heads of kids these days. 

“Not my fault you don’t know how to have fun.” Soobin rolls his eyes, looking over at the chat. Half of them were sending a laughing emote, while the other half encouraged Soobin to play more, having fun while watching him suffer. “Let’s play something normal, please.” 

“Chat, this is him just saying he wants to play doors. Again,” Beomgyu scoffed. “Fine, we can play but if you die at the beginning again I swear I will drive to your apartment and choke you to death.” 

“Warning received,” Soobin snorts. “Let’s finally get through level 100, it’s embarrassing at this point.” Beomgyu couldn’t argue with that. It wasn’t the first roblox stream they did together and somehow, they always ended up playing at least a few rounds of the game but never made it past level 80. Either Soobin died too soon by the stupidest death possible, or he lost the run at level fifty. Either way, Beomgyu always ended up alive alone, with little to no chances. 

The game started and like always, it took them more than way too many tries to have them both alive by the time they reached level seventy, both hiding in their own closets as Soobin swore he saw the light flicker. Beomgyu was skeptical about believing him at first but as the closet shakes and a dark shadow runs in front of him, he sighs in relief. 

“Okay, let’s just stay alive for a bit longer,” Gyu comments, running to a door with number seventy one. It’s just a few doors later that Beomgyu dies on accident, leaving Soobin alone. There’s a loud curse that leaves his lips and it causes you to peek into his room. Soobin notices you in the corner of the stream recording and pushes his headphones off while keeping his eyes on the game as he gets through another door. “Sorry, am I being too loud?” 

“No, it’s fine,” you shake your head, smiling awkwardly as you come closer. It’s not the first time you’ve appeared in one of his videos but it still feels embarrassing. You wouldn’t say you’re exactly fit for the camera. “What are you playing?” You ask, answering yourself when your eyes land on the screen. “Hey, Beom,” you lean even closer so you reach Soobin’s microphone, giggling slightly. 

Soobin watches you, really hoping no one is about to kill him because he can’t focus on anything other than your figure beside him. He is in so much trouble. 

Your name leaves Beomgyu’s lips like a prayer, almost begging you to take over and push through the levels which has the chat laughing on the side. You look at your best friend to see if Gyu is exaggerating or if he really needs help. He only gives you a shy smile, his eyes soft as he watches you. “Alright, get up. You’re getting benched,” you laugh as he stands up from his chair and you sit down instead, greeting the chat warmly before focusing solely on the game. 

Soobin brings another chair to sit on, leaving it in the background as he watches, a part of him absolutely in love as you interact with his chat and push past the levels, the other part feeling angsty. You’re right here, making him feel like the luckiest boy on the planet but at the same time, you’re as far as you can be. 

His cheeks grow hotter as he notices a few of the watchers commenting how cute you two look together and some of the new fans asking if you’re his girlfriend. He doesn’t answer any of them but they sit in the back of his mind, thinking about them, about you. You don’t seem to pay them any attention but he wonders what you think of them, of the thought of you and him together. 

Somehow, in the blink of an eye, you manage to pass level one hundred and Soobin snaps out of his thoughts as your loud cheer echoes through the room. You turn to face him immediately, excitement written all over your face and he gives you one of his proud smiles, wishing to do nothing else but wrap his arms around you and never let go. 

“Okay you can die now, I want to play something else,” Beomgyu says, making you turn again which causes Soobin’s face to fall for a brief second. “I should go. I can’t steal Soobin’s job entirely,” you laugh, the sound sending a wave through Soobin’s body. Yeah, he was fucked. 

You really do leave shortly after and Soobin ignores all the comments asking about you, playing for another hour before he ends the stream, sighing loudly as he leans back in his chair. 

“You should work on your expressions,” Beomgyu comments, the sound of a drawer opening and then closing again heard in the background of their call. “What are you talking about?” Soobin asks confusedly, frowning. “My chat has been asking me about you and her. Apparently it’s ‘super obvious’ with the way you look at her.” 

“I don’t look at her anyhow,” he argues and a scoff leaves Gyu’s lips. “Say that to the fans and editors because I’ve seen you, it is super obvious. I want to tell you you have nothing to worry about, I really do, but who knows what she’s going to think when people start shipping you together and pointing out you are head over heels for your best friend.” 

“They already ship you and me together. They do think I’m head over heels for my best friend,” Soobin rolls his eyes, trying to make a joke out of the situation. Because Beomgyu was right, and he wasn’t sure how he would explain it to you if you believed them. 

“Babe, I thought we were keeping it a secret,” Beomgyu gasps dramatically, making him laugh. “And also, we divorced the moment you decided to move out and live with your side chick and arch nemesis.” 

“Okay, stop calling them that.” 

“Why? Am I speaking lies? You literally told me and Yeonjun that you were going to die living with your biggest enemy and jerking off material in the same house.” 

“I didn’t! Stop calling her those weird names, god,” he groans, closing his eyes from embarrassment. Beomgyu laughs on the other side of the phone. “Then do something so I can finally call her your girlfriend because this isn’t even funny anymore.” 

“I’m hanging up,” Soobin proclaims, completely ignoring his best friend and the incredibly stupid topic of conversation. “Have a good night.” 

“Coward!” Beomgyu accuses him with a laugh before saying his goodbye and hanging up. Soobin sighs, staying seated in his place for a while longer before finally deciding to stand up and leave his room to get something to eat. 

He comes into the kitchen right when you’re in the middle of plating a pizza on three plates, making him raise his eyebrow as he comes closer. “I didn’t know you brought pizza.” You look up at him and smile as you hand him his portion. “Not me. Ryan did. His date bought it apparently,” you wiggle your eyebrow teasingly. Soobin blinks quickly to hide the surprise on his face, holding onto the plate with his two pieces. “I didn’t know he was seeing someone.” 

“It’s a secret, act like you don’t know or else he’s going to kill me. He said it’s top secret information but who would I be to keep anything from my favorite best friend?” You lean closer to him, whispering with a soft giggle. You pull back and smirk, “don’t say that to anyone either, though. I can’t have them know you are my number one.” 

Soobin feels like he stops working for a second. Your perfume reaches his nose, already making him weak in the knees. And as if that wasn’t enough you keep saying things that mess with his head. Things that definitely aren’t good for his mental health. He isn’t a psychiatrist but he is sure that if he attended therapy the first thing they’d tell him would be to stop thinking about you like you’re his soulmate and distance himself. 

“Also, Ryan said he’s going to be out tomorrow night so we’ll have dinner without him.” Soobin hesitates, taking a bite of his food as he watches you. “Do you want to go out then?” He asks, a little more hopeful than he should be. “We can get something to eat and do something fun.” 

“That sounds great,” you beam immediately, grinning widely as you pick up the two plates from the counter. “Late night drive around with some maccies is what I’ve been craving.” 

“Okay, then we have a plan,” he smiles and you walk off to Ryan’s room, letting him know you’re going to watch a movie together and that if he needs anything, he can just text you. 

He doesn’t. Because all he can think about for the rest of the night is that Ryan is seeing someone who isn’t you. The day couldn’t get better. 

“Come here,” you shake your head, making your best friend look up. Soobin blinks a few times but listens, closing the distance between you. You undo his tie, causing his eyes to widen. You don’t say anything, simply redoing it to make it look better. It’s been his thing, wearing button-ups with a tie every day and making it look casual but somehow, he still managed to mess up. It was kind of cute, honestly. “There,” you smile, taking a step back to take a proper look. 

Soobin’s surprised face makes you chuckle. “Let’s take a picture, you look nice today,” you encourage, pushing him towards a body sized mirror in the hallway. He has to blink a few times before he takes out his phone but still doesn’t say anything, trying to calm himself down. This isn’t a date, he has to remind himself every time you look up at him with those sparkly eyes and make his heart race just a bit faster. 

He wraps his arm around your waist and you lean closer to him, smiling into the mirror as he takes a picture of the two of you. You ask him to send it to you immediately after it’s done and he just nods, mumbling a quiet “will do,” before grabbing his car keys and stepping into his shoes. 

You grab a jacket from the hanger, following Soobin out of the door as you rant about being hungry and how it took him forever to end his stream and dress up. He doesn’t argue with you because he knows you’re right. It’s already way past 10pm. He knows he is lucky he offered to buy otherwise you might actually choke him. 

You sit in the passenger seat, scrolling through your playlist as you try to find something fitting the vibe while Soobin drives off, taking you to the closest McDonalds like you asked the day before. “Oh. My. God. This is it!” You exclaim and Soobin glances at you, raising an eyebrow curiously. When Home by Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros starts playing on his car’s speaker and you show him the playlist you’ve made with him when you were in high school, his eyes soften. 

“That was definitely one of my most played songs a few years back,” he mumbles, taking a turn to the right. “And it was your fault because you loved borrowing my phone for music.” You giggle, placing the phone down and looking out the window. The sun has long gotten down, now replaced with a night sky full of stars. It was quiet, the only sound interrupting your thoughts the song you put on and occasional cars in the other line. 

Soobin only stops the car once he gets to the drive through, lowering the music so it’s barely audible. You don’t even get a chance to speak up before he is already ordering, making sure to get everything you could possibly want. You just watch him, admiring him from your place. It’s easy with him, comfortable, and every time you see him act so boyfriendable, you wonder why he doesn’t have a girl already. You know this is exactly what girls search for in guys, you aren’t an exception. After Jisoo pointed it out one time, you realized you always looked for a piece of your best friend in the guys you dated. 

“Anything else?” He turns to you, the softest smile on his face and you just shake your head, your lips curling into the same stupid grin. “Okay, that’ll be all then,” he says happily, slowly driving the car forward to pick up the drinks. He puts a coke in the middle of the two of you before handing you a milkshake, placing his own beside the coke. 

The happiness is obvious on your face as you get your hands on the food and Soobin drives off, trying to think of a spot to park the car so he could eat as well. “God, this is exactly what I meant when I said I want to have late night car dates with you back when we were little with no idea how cars work,” you take a bite, leaning into your seat. “This is so good.” That’s when an idea flickers in his head, turning the car around as soon as he can. “Remember when we used to hang out at the playground and you’d dream about staying there forever?” 

“Oh my god! And then you’d tell me that’s not possible because I’d catch a cold and die alone because you wouldn’t stay there forever with me! I was so mad at you and cried to Jisoo about not wanting to die alone!” You laugh at the memory. 

“I just wanted to make you go home where you’d be safe,” he proclaims, his eyes focused on the road. “But if it wouldn’t work and you’d want to stay there, I would have stayed with you forever,” he says casually, so simply that you don’t think anything of it because in reality, it’s just a few words. But he is anything but calm as he secretly glances at you in the rearview mirror, hoping to catch something in your expression. You giggle again, sharing the briefest smile with him before taking a sip of the coke. 

He should feel disappointed or sad that his words do nothing to you. He should. If it was him, and you told him you would stay with him forever, he might as well drop to one knee and propose to you immediately. But you aren’t him. And even though he knows you don’t feel the same attraction to him like he does, he can’t seem to feel the sadness or anger. All he feels is happiness. Happiness that despite all that, he can still have you like this, beside him, laughing as you talk about childhood memories, looking equally as pleased as he is. 

Your eyes widen when you notice him parking near the playground you were so obsessed with when you were younger. “It still stands,” you whisper, the sound so quiet you think he doesn’t even catch it. “They’ve made some changes throughout the years but yeah, still stands.” You turn to face him, your expression a mixture of happiness, gratefulness, but also vulnerability because of all the memories the playground holds. His eyes soften, if that was even possible anymore. “Let’s go?” 

You settle on the top of the slide, your legs tangled together as you try to fit into the small space for kids. All the food is placed between you, and the only sounds filling Soobin’s ears are your giggles as you play with your food and tease him endlessly. He takes out his phone and you grin, posing with your milkshake. He laughs as well, putting the phone down beside him as he takes a handful of fries. 

A comfortable silence settles over you, the street lamp casting a soft light over his face. He leans back, watching the sky as if he wanted to count every star possible. 

“Do you ever wonder how we work out?” His eyes flicker back to you, his expression slightly confused. “What do you mean?” 

“Just that…I know people used to think we were a weird duo. Remember when Yeonjun saw us hanging out for the first time and asked you if I didn’t black mail you into dealing with me?” You laugh quietly at the memory, taking another sip of your milkshake. “But then again, I guess you do keep similar types of people around you.” 

“Did you just accidentally compare yourself to Beomgyu?” 

You gasp, trying to sound offended. It doesn’t last long because you end up laughing again. It’s always easy to laugh with him. “I mean, I guess. I don’t know what I’m talking about, honestly. It’s probably the fact we’ve been friends for so long and I already know all your deepest darkest secrets so I can’t ask about that.” 

“You mean like the fact you practically asked Taehyun to marry you the first time I introduced you?” He teases and your eyes widen as you slap his hand. “Come on! Don’t go revealing my secrets like it’s nothing! Plus, we were eleven and unlike your other friends, he was the only one treating me like a lady instead of your little punching bag!” You complain. 

“Definitely not my fault Yeonjun and Beomgyu were immature little shits,” he laughs. “Yeah, well, they still are,” you huff even though you know it’s far from that. Yeonjun has turned into a gentleman who helps old people carry things when he sees them struggling without a second of hesitation, and Beomgyu has been nothing but respectful to every woman he’s met since you slapped him for making an inappropriate joke back when you were fourteen. 

Soobin shrugs, unable to hide the smile on his face, “It’s good you’re always there to put them back in their place then.” You roll your eyes playfully, your eyes narrowing in mischief that doesn’t pass by unnoticed by your best friend. But before he can ask what you’re thinking about, you quickly untangle your legs and sit at the top of the slide, glancing at him over your shoulder. “First one on the swing wins.” 

The night is filled with laughter and stupid jokes as you move around the playground. You get to the swing first, partly because you gave yourself an advantage, but mostly because he has no desire to win. He does get down as well though, and ends up lazily swinging you back and forth while you talk about how school is going and he tells you about today’s stream. It’s intimate, and anyone walking near would think you’re on a date, but the thought doesn’t even cross your mind for a brief second. 

Soobin can’t say the same thing. Because with every brush of his hand on yours, every joke you crack, every memory, and every smile he gets from you, the more he has to remind himself that this is just a casually friendly hangout and he has no right to think of you in the way he does. If he allows himself to believe anything else it won’t go nicely for him. Because no matter how much he wishes to have you more than he already does, he knows it’s not possible. 

“I think we work out because you’ve always just been you around me without being worried about what I’d think and I’ve always admired you, knowing I’d do anything for you just to keep you in my life.” 

The words come out before Soobin can think them through. It’s raw, so vulnerable that he can’t bear looking you in the eyes afterwards, turning around and walking back to the slide to grab all the trash you left there. You blink a few times, smiling like a little kid as you watch him comfortably reach for everything when the memory of little Soobin flashes into your mind and you remember how much he struggled to reach it before. You’ve both surely grown a lot. 

“We should get back, it’s late,” he mumbles, still avoiding looking you in the eyes. You don’t point it out even though you’re confused on why that is and follow him to his car, quickly dozing off as he drives off and Everyone Adores You (at least I do) by Matt Maltese from your high school playlist plays in the car. 

You’re not sure how you got to bed last night but you don’t exactly care either. All you care about is that your makeup is wiped off and you can get ready without cursing at yourself for sleeping without doing your night routine. 

You join Ryan in the kitchen with a warm greeting and he gives you an awkward smile, immediately making you narrow your eyes as you question what happened. Sure, he wasn’t exactly a morning person but that never stopped him from smiling for real when he saw you. He sighs, a sound so heavy and tired you know whatever he’s about to tell you isn’t going to be good. 

You sit on the couch and talk about his date from last night, the English echoing through the apartment. It was always easier for the two of you to talk in English as you could express yourself better and get the emotions out right, especially if it was just the two of you and you didn’t need to worry about leaving anyone out of the conversation by them not being able to understand you. Normally, if you were having a conversation in English and Soobin joined you, you’d try to switch to Korean as quickly as possible, but this time it just didn’t feel right. So you let Ryan talk without pointing out the fact Soobin stood on the side, frowning as he tried to make sense of what he was saying. 

“Who has a boyfriend?” He asks confusedly and when the Korean reaches Ryan’s ears, he switches as well. “It’s just–” he sighs again. “My date from last night. I found out good twenty minutes into the date because guess what, he was the fucking cook in the restaurant and I was just there to make him jealous.” 

You feel sorry for him. This was the first time since he moved to the country that he was brave enough to go on a date with someone and this is how it turned out. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him into a tight hug, rubbing soft circles on the back of his neck instinctively. You don’t even realize you’re doing so but Soobin does, and as soon as he sees you like this with Ryan, something in him boils. No matter how many times he reminds himself he has no right to feel jealous, the emotion creeps up his spine before he can stop it. 

“You can’t blame yourself for how things turned out. You couldn’t have known. Next time will be better. I can help you find–” 

“I’m done with dating. Never was for me anyway,” he interrupts you, pulling back so you let him go and he can stand up. “If it was, I wouldn’t be this way.” His last words hit the hardest but before you can call after him and tell him he’s wrong, he locks himself in his room, leaving you frozen on the couch, feeling as bad for him as you can. 

“I thought girls love musicians. He has a lot of fans, doesn’t he? Surely there is someone who would love him in a way he deserves,” Soobin comments as he prepares his breakfast, scanning your face for any signs that you might be looking to love him in that way. “It’s complicated,” you mumble as you join him, glancing at Ryan’s bedroom door. “I just wish he wouldn’t think so badly of himself.” 

Ryan leaves the apartment as soon as he steps out of his room again to get to his morning lessons on time while you and Soobin watch him from the kitchen. You wish him good luck before he can leave and he smiles slightly but doesn’t say anything else, wanting to be left alone as soon as possible. You don’t blame him, honestly. 

“Should we go as well?” Soobin asks, breaking the silence that’s taken over the apartment. “Yeah, I’m just going to run to the bathroom real quick,” you nod, doing as you said before leaving with Soobin by your side. 

You notice a few girls chatting and giggling while watching you as soon as you step on campus but you don’t pay it much attention, convincing yourself you’re imagining it. It’s not until your third lesson that you share with Jisoo that you find out the looks weren’t just in your head. 

“How could you not tell me?” She questions, offended, as she plops her bag onto the chair beside you. You blink confusedly, turning your head to face her. “Tell you what exactly?” You ask confusedly, watching her sit down. “That you’re dating?” She scans your face for an answer before her eyes widen. “Oh my god, you’re not dating!” She gasps, quickly searching for something on her phone. “I thought that you finally got together! God, I got totally fooled!” 

She hands you her phone and your eyes land on Soobin’s new post. He posted last night, shortly after you made it back home. The first picture is of you and him in the hallway, the picture you made him take before going out. You swipe to look at more, your eyes scanning the photo of the food you had, all laid out on the top of the slide, your figure on the side. The next one is the one with a milkshake. It makes you smile. The last one is of the night sky, all pictures put together under one description: Healing night. 

You bite back your smile, your ears catching red as you open the comments. There are girls calling you pretty, some people asking if this is a hard launch, a few asking where the pictures are from, but a heavy amount of the comments are just people saying how good you look together. 

Your eyes widen and you give Jisoo her phone back, trying to figure out what the right words are. “You’re blushing,” she comments before you get the chance to tell her you’re not dating your best friend. “I’m not,” you argue and she eyes you up and down. “Hm,” she hums as if she just understood your whole. “Have you ever thought about Soobin in a romantic sense?” 

“What? No. He’s my best friend,” you shake your head to refuse but for some reason, the thought flickers in your head. Being with him, going on dates similar to last night, having a partner that knows you like no one else, someone you trust with your life. It’d be nice to have someone who’s already so close to you become something even more. But it’s Soobin you’re thinking about, the same boy who watched you on every step of your childhood since you moved, the same boy who saw all your embarrassing moments and showed you that opposite gender friendships were possible. 

It’s Soobin, the same boy who could never think what you’re thinking about right now, so why does your heart race a bit faster at the image of it? 

“So? That’s not a disease, love,” she reminds you and a part of you questions if she just wants to hear you say you’re in love with your best friends. Unfortunately for her, the answer will be no. You’re not in love with him, even though you’re now stuck with the image of dating him in your head. “I never said it was. I simply never thought about him in that sense.” 

“And are you now?” 

“What?” 

“Are you now thinking about him in that sense?” 

You blink, opening your mouth to protest. No sound comes out and you end up closing it again, which leaves her with a knowing smirk. You scoff, opening your laptop instead as you try to focus on anything else. 

Jisoo doesn’t bring it up anymore, obviously pleased with your answer, or the lack thereof, but that doesn’t mean it just disappears like you wish it would. Throughout the rest of the day, there are a few more girls who come up to you just to ask if you’re dating Soobin and each time, you tell them the same thing. “He’s just my friend, we went out because we live together and no one wanted to cook.” 

Every time you say so, they give you a smirk or giggle in exchange before running off again and you know they don’t believe you. For all know there might be a rumor going around the school already that Soobin, the streamer half of this University watches in their free time, is dating you. 

“No, I’m not dating Choi Soobin, the pictures you’ve seen weren’t from our date,” you sigh automatically when you hear someone clear their throat behind you to get your attention. Your eyes widen when you see Ryan, relief brushing over you. “God, you wouldn’t believe the day that I had.” 

“I’ve heard,” he nods, walking beside you. “I talked to Jisoo earlier, she finds it all amusing.” 

“Of course she does,” you scoff. “She’s been trying to get me to admit my feelings or something.” You tell him about your conversation, leaving out the fact that ever since you found out about it, you’ve been unable to focus on anything other than your best friend. And when you thought about it, you couldn’t even blame them for believing you were together with him. 

“Why don’t you confront him about it?” You frown slightly, fixing your bag strap as it slides off your shoulder. “About what? It’s not like it’s his fault we look like a couple in those pictures.” Ryan shrugs. “Well, that’s true but you could ask him about it, find out what he thinks and all.” 

“No, he’s going to think I’m weird for paying attention to things like that,” you whine, making him roll his eyes at you. “I know you, and I know you’re thinking about him so take a step forward and ask him if he’s thinking about it as well otherwise it’s never going to happen. He’s too big of a coward to say anything.” 

“You don’t make any sense,” you mumble, taking out your keys and unlocking the door when you get to the apartment building. “You say that because apparently I’m the only one with eyes. Do you genuinely not see the way he looks at you?” 

You stop midstep, hitting Ryan with your bag on accident as you turn to face him, blinking confusedly. “What?” He sighs, pushing the door open and taking a step inside when you don’t move. “Just focus on his eyes at dinner,” he says, walking off before you can ask anything else. 

He knows it’s not his place to say anything but honestly, he’s had enough of Soobin’s longing glances you somehow never caught. And if there was the chance you would now look at him the same and he’d have to live watching the two of you pine after each other, he’d much rather just tell you about Soobin’s feelings instead of waiting for him to confess. 

Sitting on your bed with a study sheet opened on your laptop is doing nothing to help you memorize the material and after a few minutes, you end up closing it and giving up. It’s unbelievable how much of an influence just one day can have on your whole thinking. You keep replaying the comments in your head along with Jisoo’s and Ryan’s words. 

And then, before you can stop it, you think about how it’d be like if you did date Soobin. Your gaming leveled up with cuddles, kisses and confessions added to the mornings spent together, dates that leave people feeling jealous because of how great he is to you, the sleepless nights full of need replaced with his comfort, his fingers making you finish faster than your own– 

You quickly shake your head to snap back, a heavy sigh leaving your lips. You were never supposed to think of him that way. 

Making your way out of the room again and almost colliding with Soobin as he tries to go to the bathroom is not ideal since you can’t even look him in the eyes but you hope he doesn’t notice. You’re not ready to explain that you’re avoiding him now because, ever since people started thinking you were dating, you haven’t been able to stop fantasizing about him.

You apologize before running into the kitchen, your eyes screaming for help as soon as Ryan turns to you. He simply laughs and shakes his head, paying attention to the rice he is cooking again. “What? You’ve seen a ghost?” 

“This is all your fault!” You complain. “You messed with my head. You and Jisoo both did.” 

“Oh no, is this the part where you realize he is also a man and has a dick he can use?” Your cheeks turn red but thankfully you can stop before your imagination goes wild. “Shut up! He literally lives here!” You whisper yell at him, checking if he’s still in the bathroom and can’t hear you. “You didn’t deny it,” he points out immediately, turning off the heat. 

“I hate you.” 

“You love me,” he corrects with a smirk, making you roll your eyes. “I’m never speaking to him again and it’s your fault, just so you know.” 

“Who aren’t you talking to?” Soobin’s voice makes you close your eyes in regret. “No one, doesn’t matter,” you brush it off, hoping he’ll leave it at that. To your luck, he walks closer to you instead and eyes you up and down. “Are you okay?” He asks, the worry in his voice hitting you. His eyes look broken as well, something deeper behind them. This all because of you? You swallow, smiling at him as you nod, assuring him it’s all good. 

“The dinner–” you start but Ryan interrupts you by clearing his throat, giving you one stern look. “Is going to take a bit longer and Ryan said he’ll take care of it, so can we talk?” You ask even though every part of your body tells you to do the exact opposite and run away as far as you can from this conversation. Preferably pretend you never got yourself into this situation. 

“Of course,” he nods, glancing at Ryan quickly as if to ask if anything was going on. He just gives him a reassuring smile and encourages for the two of you to leave. 

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay? What’s going on?” 

“Let’s sit down,” you say, shaking your head and following him to his bedroom. You make yourself comfortable on his bed while he sits down on his gaming chair, trying to read through you and see what you’re thinking. He stays silent, giving you all the time you need and simply watching you. That’s when you notice it, the look in his eyes Ryan mentioned. There’s something—something you can’t quite name, that makes you feel at home. You weren’t sure what love looked like but you could imagine it being pretty damn close to what you see in his eyes. 

“The photos from last night are really pretty, I’m still waiting for you to send them over,” you start, carefully observing him. “Right, sorry, I completely forgot,” he apologizes, taking out his phone without any hesitation. Your own rings in your pocket and you assume it’s the pictures. “Thank you,” you mumble, playing with your fingers in your lap awkwardly. “No problem.” 

“We should…do it again. I had fun. It reminded me of a lot of memories,” you keep your eyes down but you can still feel his gaze on you as he tries to read you. You’re sure he sees through you but you can’t bring yourself to actually ask what’s on your mind. “I’ve been listening to the playlist as well, it needs an update.” 

He hums, his eyes never leaving yours. “The Shade, Rex Orange County.” 

“What?” 

“You should add that to our playlist,” he explains. 

“What is it about?” 

“Listen and see,” he smiles warmly and you roll your eyes in disbelief. The room gets quiet again and you bite the inside of your cheek so you won’t say something stupid. He shifts in his place, sighing. “If you tell me what’s bothering you it’ll be a lot easier for me to help.” 

You hesitate before sighing as well. “Do you ever read comments under your posts?” You ask, watching his eyes widen. Yeah, he definitely knows what you’re talking about. “Sometimes, I guess,” he says, trying to sound calm. You hum. “The pictures from yesterday…” you trail off, rethinking your words. “A lot of people asked if we are together, and that we’d look good as a couple. Some people asked me about it today as well,” you admit. 

“The fans get like that,” he mumbles, averting his eyes from you. “They keep trying to find anything about my personal life they can. You don’t need to pay much attention to it. After all, they ship me and Beomgyu as well,” he laughs awkwardly and you catch the slight discomfort in his voice. “It’s just what comes with the job.” 

You listen to him, keeping quiet and taking in his words. Maybe he was right. It was just how fans get, what happens when you decide to put yourself out there for the world to judge, but if what you caught in his eyes was anywhere close to what you thought, you couldn’t just drop it. 

“So you never thought about…us? Together?” You ask quietly, your heart skipping a beat when his eyes lock with yours again and you see the flicker of emotion behind them again. It definitely wasn’t just in your head. Something like an attraction was hiding in his eyes and you felt stupid for not noticing earlier. 

Soobin doesn’t answer right away. You can see his throat bob as he swallows, and his fingers tighten slightly around the hem of his sleeve like he’s bracing himself. “I did,” he admits and for a second you feel like your heart stops beating. “But that’s just stupid, right? It’s nothing, doesn’t mean anything. The fans got into my head and I’m talking nonsense, forget it,” he blurts out so quickly you almost don’t understand anything. 

“Soobin, calm down.” He looks at you, vulnerable, and you fight the urge to get up and swallow him in a breath-taking hug. “I’m not saying it’s…wrong, or stupid.” 

“I’m sorry. Forget about it, really. I’m so, so, so sorry.” A part of you breaks when you see him like this, looking like he convinced himself thinking about you in that sense was wrong, that he wasn’t allowed to. It hurts you to see someone so important to you blame himself for something he doesn’t need to because of you. 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” you assure him, slowly getting up from his bed and walking over to him. You kneel in front of him and hold his hands in yours so he keeps his eyes on you. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind if you did think about me that way,” you smile slightly, looking up at him through your lashes. “Maybe I’d like that.” 

His hands squeeze yours without even realizing, his breath shaking as he comprehends your words. He doesn’t say anything, barely even blinks, out of fear that if he moves even just slightly, you’ll disappear and he realizes it’s all just a dream. 

But you stay, holding his hands as if it’s the most normal thing in the world and there’s nothing to worry about. He exhales quietly, finally closing his eyes and allowing himself to feel. The warmth of your hands, your soft voice as you assure him you’re there and real, and the scent of you that he is convinced he can never get enough of. 

“In that case, I think I’ve been in love with you since we were twelve.” 

Dinner was quiet that night. Ryan tried to ask you how it went and if you’re with him now, but you just brushed him off, stealing glances and smiles from Soobin the whole evening. It was a bit awkward and new, but you didn’t mind. Just knowing you weren’t the only one thinking about it was enough for now. 

You decided to watch a movie with Ryan when you were done eating and even though your attention was now on the movie options, you noticed Soobin’s glare before he disappeared back into his room without another word. It made you blink a few times, almost as if to see you weren’t imagining it. When you averted your eyes from the now closed door, Ryan didn’t forget to mention you were blushing. 

And so, you spent the whole night thinking about what was going to happen now. Would anything really change? Honestly, you wanted it to. For some reason, after hearing your best friend has been in love with you for almost as long as you’ve known him, had a bigger impact on you than you thought it would. And after dreaming of holding his hand and kissing him the whole night, you wanted nothing more than to do so in the morning. 

Soobin and Ryan are already in the kitchen when you wake up and make your way over, sharing a warm smile with them and a quiet “good morning.” Ryan answers you first, greeting you before running off to the bathroom, saying something about being late. Bullshit. Still, you let him do whatever he wants and walk closer to Soobin, your smile more cautious now as you try to see where the line lies. 

Soobin looks at you the same, wary but happy. He leans against the kitchen counter, his eyes flickering to where Ryan just disappeared before landing back on you. You raise your eyebrow, stopping in front of him. You hold his hands carefully, searching for any sight of discomfort before you bring his hands to your waist, leaving them there. The emotion behind his eyes switches immediately, now way more calm and soft. “Good morning,” he greets you, squeezing your waist lightly to make sure it’s real. 

“Slept well?” You ask, gently placing your hands on his biceps. “Yeah,” he nods, the nervousness in his voice obvious. You smile, stroking his arm in a reassuring motion. “What were you planning on getting for breakfast? I’m starving.” He quickly blinks before letting his hands fall back to his side when you switch conversation, making you shake your head. You don’t push him though, watching him as he moves around the kitchen to prepare one more toast for you. 

You grab the plate from him with a “thank you,” when he’s done and jump up onto the counter, encouraging him to come closer to you. He listens, standing between your thighs. You put the plate beside you and cup his face, your breath shaking as your eyes flicker from his to his lips. 

“You can touch me, Soob. It’s okay.” His Adam’s apple bobs and he holds your waist again, careful, like he’s afraid to break you. “I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper. “You won’t,” you assure him gently. “I’ve known you for so long there’s no way you could make me uncomfortable with some physical touch. Hug me, hold me,” you lean closer to him, lips brushing over his ear, “kiss me, ask me on dates, do whatever you want, baby.” 

Soobin shivers under your touch, your words messing with his head more than they should. His breath hitches and his grip on your waist tightens to steady himself. The nickname rings in his ears and his neck turns pink, slowly raising his head to look at you. “Can you say it again?” 

Your smile widens and you brush your thumb across his cheek. “Baby?” You tease him, watching his reactions. “Oh, god, who would have guessed you’d get this cute for me?” 

He blushes, trying not to think much about your words. It was embarrassing. “You need to give me time to adjust. I’ve never…you know I haven’t been with anyone before.” Your eyes widen in realization, “because you were in love with me?” 

He nods hesitantly. “I am. Present tense.” Your hands fall to his shoulders, punching him with your fist gently (it’s more like a caress) as your head drops to his shoulder as well, hiding your face from him. “You can’t do this, that’s not fair,” you mumble, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to get yourself to stop blushing. 

Soobin turns his head slightly to look at you, his breathing uneven as he watches you from so up close. It’s a sight he thought he could only dream about. His hand moves from your waist to your lower back, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. It’s partly to calm you down even though he thinks it’s not going to work, but mostly for himself. He needs to feel you under his hand, know that you’re real and this is now his reality. Because, god, does it feel like a dream. 

You raise your head again, gazing into his eyes. You both hesitate and his hand stops mid movement as he looks at you. He gives you a small nod and you lean closer, pressing your lips against his gently. He kisses you back, even though you can feel how much he’s thinking it all through. You smile into the kiss and just that simple motion is enough to calm him down and allow himself to enjoy it, his lips soft against yours. 

When he pulls back, he looks like you’ve just handed him the stars he thought he could never reach. 

You leave the apartment first, rushing to get to your first lesson with the kiss still lingering in the back of your mind, the feeling of his lips against yours vivid. There’s a smile on your face when you get to class and it takes all your strength to make yourself focus on the new material instead of your best friend. 

Jisoo notices the change as soon as she sees you. Obviously. She smirks as her eyes scan you, trying to figure out what it is that’s different. “You look overly happy,” she says and your grin widens. “I am,” you nod. “What’s the occasion?” 

“I may or may not have kissed someone this morning,” you admit and her eyes widen immediately. “Oh my gosh!” She exclaims, grabbing your hand and pulling you closer so others won’t hear your conversation. “It’s Soobin, isn’t it? Please tell me it’s him.” You laugh, nodding, and she squeezes your hand in excitement. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this! I’ve been secretly cheering you two on ever since I saw how he looked at you when we were little.” 

Your eyes widen. “Has everyone always seen it except for me?!” You whisper yell, questioning how you could be so blind for all those years. “Ryan pointed it out as well.” 

“And that’s exactly why I always loved Ryan,” Jisoo giggles. “And? What else? I need to hear everything!” You chuckle, briefly looking around before turning back to her again and telling her about everything. From the way your mind went crazy after she asked you if you’ve ever thought about him in a romantic sense to this point, repeating how cute he is over and over again. 

That’s when you realize the saying “speak of the devil and he shall appear” is very true. Because at the same time, your phone starts ringing, lighting up with Soobin’s contact info and making the flutter in your stomach return. Your eyes soften immediately and you give Jisoo one apologetic look before picking up. 

“Yes?” You ask softly, already smiling. 

“Hi,” his voice is soft even through the phone. 

“What’s up? Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, all good. You’re free for an hour at 12, right?” You blink and nod, for a second forgetting he can’t see you. “I do, I was planning on having lunch then.” 

There’s a short pause but you don’t rush him, calmly waiting for his answer while listening to the faint rustle of movement on his end. 

“Would it be weird if I asked to join you? Wait, no, I mean,” the slight panic in his voice makes you chuckle. He’s cute. “Can I take you out for lunch? Is what I wanted to ask,” he sighs, the relief obvious. 

You bite your bottom lip to prevent yourself from smiling like an idiot, briefly glancing at Jisoo. She already has one of her warm smiles on, cheering you on from the side. “Of course you can,” you nod. “That would be great, actually.” 

“Okay, yeah,” he says, voice softening, calm. “What about the restaurant near the library? Yeonjun said that one is pretty good, if you’re okay with that.” 

“Let’s go there,” you agree. There’s another pause, this one comfortable. “Okay,” he repeats, a bit awkward. “I’ll meet you there then?” 

“Yeah,” you say. “I’ll see you there.” 

“You’re so sickening, it’s cute,” Jisoo shakes her head with a laugh. You roll your eyes at her but don’t argue. “I hope it works out for you, genuinely. Soobin is nice and we both know he’d go out of his way to take care of you.” You smile sheepishly, your cheeks turning pink. “Yeah, but I’m still worried to fuck it up,” you admit. “We are best friends, we’ve always been.” 

“And that’s not going to change,” she assures you. “He’ll always be your best friend first, but if you’ll let him, I’m sure he’ll gladly take on the job of your boyfriend as well. You’re not going to ruin anything.” 

You nod, taking in her words. She’s right, you know she is. Deep down you know that no matter what, there was nothing that could make you stop being friends with him, but you were scared nonetheless. You never hesitated when it came to relationships, believing that you were either meant to be or not and there was nothing you could do about it, but with Soobin, you didn’t want to risk the second option. 

Jisoo seems to see right through you because she spends most of your lesson talking to you about how amazing Soobin is (as if you didn’t already know that) and how you were going to be even more inseparable as a couple, wishing you all the luck in the world. It seizes your worries, which you’re thankful to her for. 

The restaurant is quiet to your surprise. You expected it to be messy during lunch hour but even though the place is full, it’s calm and cozy. Your eyes fall on your best friend as soon as you step inside, a smile creeping up your lips as you walk to the table for two. “Hi,” you greet him, taking a seat across from him. He smiles back at you, making your heart race faster. “Hey.” 

“Did you already order something?” You ask, immediately regretting how awkward you sound. Was this how it was going to be with him from now on? “No. Waited for you,” he says, pretending to scan the menu. He doesn’t do too well because you catch his eyes on you, stealing glances as if you were still something he could only dream of. 

“What is it?” You wonder, a smile spreading across your face. You feel like a fresh teen experiencing her first summer romance. Maybe that was what you and Soobin were supposed to be a long time ago—teenagers in love who no one believed would last but they pulled through anyway. You could imagine it. Sharing your first kiss with him, spending all those Christmases together as something more than just friends, going on a bunch of dates and thinking you could never be more in love. 

“You’re pretty,” he says casually, watching as your cheeks turn pink under his words. “You don’t have to say things like that,” you shake your head even though you wish he would tell you a lot more. “I want to. I wanted to tell you so many times over the years but always held myself back. And now that I have the opportunity…I want to tell you as many times as I can.” 

Yeah, Choi Soobin knew how to mess with your heart. 

You feel hotter, knowing your ears must be red now as well. “You…” you swallow the rest of your sentence when your eyes lock with his, every word you’ve ever learnt disappearing from your brain. You were in trouble. You avert your eyes, ignoring the tingly feeling in your stomach and focusing on the menu on the table. 

He doesn’t say anything else, his own heart playing games with him as silence settles over the two of you. He isn’t as secretive with his glances now but still tries to keep them low, not wanting to seem like a creep but unable to help himself. He watches you order, talk about an assignment for one of your classes and a new movie that just came out. He doesn’t hesitate asking you if you want to watch it with him tonight, and you don’t waver with your answer either, saying you’d love to do that. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologize suddenly, making him raise his eyebrow in confusion as he sips on his coke. “What for?” 

“Not seeing you sooner.” It hits like a dagger but he still shakes his head, setting the glass down. “That’s not something you can control.” You gaze down onto the table, rethinking your words. “I just… You’ve always been so good to me,” your eyes meet his and his heart shatters when he sees the regret and shame behind them. It wasn’t often that he’d see you be this vulnerable. Of course, there were moments in your life that were worse, and he was there for all of them, but knowing he was the reason for your feelings broke him more than rejection ever could. 

“And I will continue being good to you,” he assures you before you can continue. “I can’t imagine the feeling of… why did you keep liking me? You’ve seen my worst, have been the target of my jokes and I’ve never even looked your way like that, it–” 

“You’re smart, so incredibly smart you learned a new language when you were ten just because you wanted your dad to have the job he always wanted, despite the fact you missed your friends and hometown. You care about people and make them feel welcome around you, always doing your best to be nice to everyone unless they’ve done something. You’re confident, funny, talented, and absolutely beautiful,” he says without any hesitation, his words pure, full of sincerity, and it feels like he heals a part of you you didn’t know was broken. “But most importantly, you bring out the best of me. You make me come out of my shell, you help me when I’m lost, and you never for a second doubt me. I don’t think there’s a reason why I wouldn’t have fallen for you.” 

Your grip tightens around your own glass of soda, his words ringing in your ears over and over again. You couldn’t recall a single time any of your exes would have said anything just remotely close to what he just did. He’s been there all along, so perfect and in love with you, and still, you managed to look through him. 

His hand reaches for yours from across the table, giving it a gentle squeeze so you look up at him. When you do, there’s a smile on his face, the same one you’ve only seen him give you over the years—a smile meant just for you. 

It’s the same smile that makes you realize the past isn’t what’s important right now. It’s the fact you’re here now, on a date with your best friend, finally seeing him. And you plan on making the most out of it. 

Once you both finish eating, it’s only a matter of time before you leave. Soobin offers to pay for your meal and you let him, lacing your fingers with his as you step outside. You don’t need to say more, falling into a soft rhythm as you walk through campus hand in hand. It feels nice. And every little smile exchange makes you look forward to how this is going to continue. 

“Come closer,” you urge, eyeing Soobin up and down as he sits down a full seat over on the couch. He turns his head to face you, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly. Still, he listens, moving to sit right beside you, his arm draping around your shoulders when you lean to rest on his side. “What did I tell you? You don’t have to hold back,” you tilt your head slightly to look at him and he nods. “It’ll be better after a few days.” 

It’s a quiet promise that makes you smile. You turn your attention back to the Tv as the first episode of jujutsu kaisen starts playing. After getting back home, you’ve all eaten dinner together and then Ryan disappeared off to his room with his nose basically pressed to his phone. You wanted to question him about it but before you could, Soobin’s hand gently rested around your waist and he asked if you wanted to watch the movie you mentioned earlier. You had no choice but to leave Ryan’s mysteries for another day. 

Once the movie was over and half of the snacks you brought for it were eaten, Soobin begged you to rewatch jujutsu kaisen with him, claiming that it was life changing. You realized at that moment, you can’t say no to him. 

So now, you were stuck by his side, watching a show about a teenager eating fingers instead of going to school. 

“Have you ever thought about the fact you and Beomgyu are like Itadori and Megumi?” You wonder, snacking on a bag of chips while watching the two interact. Soobin raises an eyebrow. “Who am I supposed to be in this incredibly wrong scenario?” He sounds almost offended and you have to sit up because of how oblivious he is. Funny, isn’t it? 

“Megumi, obviously.” 

He scoffs, glancing at the screen. “Megumi is the most boring character there is.” Your eyes widen. Now it’s you who is offended. “He’s my favorite,” there’s a small pout on your lips that makes Soobin close his mouth immediately, slowly regretting ever saying anything. “He reminds me of you.” 

He opens his mouth before shutting it again, realizing there isn’t much to save the situation. Megumi really wasn’t his favorite, but what was he supposed to do when you said you liked him because he reminded you of him? “I’d rather you be Itadori then,” he mumbles. 

Your eyes light up again, a winning smirk spread across your face. You move to lay on him again so you can continue watching, this time resting your head in his lap and occupying the rest of the couch with your legs. He blinks a few times, just watching you for a second before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, carefully caressing your head and playing with your hair, slowly shifting his attention to the show playing. 

He’s not sure when you manage to fall asleep but when he looks at you to ask about what you think of the fight scene happening, he sees your eyes closed and lips slightly parted, your breathing steady. He smiles, lowering the volume of the Tv before grabbing his phone and sending a quick text to Ryan, asking him to bring a blanket over since he can’t stand up right now. 

“She fell asleep?” Ryan wonders as he comes out of his room, phone in one hand, the other carrying the blanket. Soobin turns his head to face him, nodding. “Yeah. Thanks, I would have gotten it myself but I don’t want to wake her up.”

 “All good,” he shakes his head, lingering a little longer than probably necessary, eyeing the two of you on the couch, simply just happy that this is how you get to spend your evenings from now on. Soobin notices, raising his eyebrow confusedly. “Do you have a problem with anything?” His words come out harsher than expected, making Ryan’s eyes widen. 

“Why would I have a problem with anything?” 

“Don’t know. Maybe you’re jealous,” I would be. He doesn’t finish the sentence, he doesn’t need to because Ryan is already pressing a hand in front of his mouth in order to not wake you up with his laugh. “It looks like you’re the one being jealous,” he laughs, glancing from Soobin to your sleeping form again. He thinks of it as a joke, convinced there’s no way Soobin would actually think he’s being jealous over him, but as his eyes scan his expression, he figures that’s not the case. 

“And you’re completely serious right now,” his eyes widening at the realization. “God, you think we have anything going on between us? I was the one who helped her figure out the possibility of being with you.” 

Soobin doesn’t say anything, just watching him, observing. He doesn’t understand. Ryan was possibly the only other boy who’s seen parts of you you didn’t show to other people, the same parts he fell in love with. He saw you in your prettiest dress and even though Soobin was too gagged to look anywhere but on you, he just assumed Ryan looked at you the same way. Because to him, it was crazy that any boy wouldn’t want you. 

Ryan hesitates for a second, rethinking the whole situation before sighing. “Really, there is absolutely nothing you have to worry about when it comes to us. There’s a better chance of Jisoo getting with her before I do.” Soobin’s expression doesn’t change and so he continues. “Remember my last date?” The question makes Soobin frown, unsure what that has to do with anything. 

“A boy,” he admits, his heart feeling heavier as he puts himself out there. “But I’m not–” his throat tightens when the words come out. Except for you, there was no one else he’s told. No one who he would trust enough to share the information with. “No one else knows so don’t–” 

“I won’t,” Soobin assures him quickly when he catches the change in his tone of voice, his built up jealousy and insecurity slowly fading away as he realizes how incredibly wrong he’s been all along. Of course, that’s why you said it was complicated when he asked if there weren’t a bunch of girls who liked him. He feels stupid. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s…whatever,” he mumbles, suddenly awkward. He needs to get away as soon as possible. “If anything just…text me again, I guess.” Soobin opens his mouth to answer but before he can do so, Ryan is already on his way back to his room, not looking back again. Soobin sighs, running a hand through his hair as he looks down on you. “I’m an idiot, huh?” He mumbles, beginning to play with your hair gently again. “Petty, jealous, idiot.” 

You hum in your sleep, shifting slightly which only makes him chuckle. “Looks like you agree.” 

Your neck hurts when you stir awake. You rub your eyes with the back of your hand, whining quietly. Blinking a few times, you get your eyes to focus again. They widen immediately when you see Soobin’s head resting against the back of the couch, sleeping. You turn to the side, the Tv turned off already and the coffee table just like you left it before falling asleep—full of half eaten snacks and empty bags. You slowly sit up, careful not to wake him up. He looks peaceful, his lips parted, a bit of saliva rolling down his chin. You chuckle. He’s cute. 

You clean up the mess on the table, humming quietly to a song currently playing in your head. You’re not sure how long you’ve been asleep for but when you’re done with everything and check your phone, it’s already two am. 

You come back to the couch, gently pressing your hand on Soobin’s shoulder. “Binnie,” you coo softly, watching him hum in his sleep as he shifts slightly. You smile, you never stop smiling when you’re with him. “You should sleep in your bed,” you say, hoping to wake him up. His eyes open for a second but you’re not sure if he even sees you because they close immediately after, his hand finding yours almost on an instinct. You yelp in surprise when he pulls you closer and you fall on to his lap. “Five more minutes,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you. You doubt if he even knows what he’s doing. 

Or maybe he knows exactly what he’s doing. That might be the better scenario. 

“Soobin,” you coo again, kissing his cheek gently. “Let’s go to bed. This can’t be comfortable.” You kiss his nose, then forehead, gently squeezing his shoulder again. This time, it actually works and he opens his eyes, blinking a few times to make sense of the situation. “What’s going…” Before he can finish his question, you place another kiss on his forehead. “Let’s go to bed, it’s late.” 

“Will you stay with me?” He asks, his voice a bit hoarse from the sleep. Your eyes widen in surprise, just for a second, before they soften. You cup his cheek, smiling. “Yeah. Yeah, I will,” you nod. His grip tightens around your waist, his head falling to your shoulder as he inhales your scent. 

If this is how he gets every time he is sleepy, you hope he never gets the rest he deserves. 

“Come on,” you get up, holding his hand as you force him up on his feet as well. His fingers lace with yours, following you tiredly as you guide the way to his room. He accidentally kicks the couch on his way but you don’t say anything, chuckling quietly. 

“I’ll change to my pajamas and will be right back, okay?” You turn to him when you reach his room. He nods slowly, his hand falling back to his side. He opens the door, lingering for a second. “You’ll come, right?” You smile again, assuring him you will before leaving to your own room. 

When you get to Soobin’s room again, he’s sitting on his bed in his pajamas. “Aren’t you tired?” You ask, closing the door behind you. He looks up, extending his arms towards you to come in. “Yeah, but I was waiting for you.” You close the gap between you, standing between his legs as his arms settle on your thighs, fingertips digging into your flesh. He looks up at you and your heart immediately skips a beat. “You’re pretty,” he mumbles, his hand carefully sliding up to the hem of your shorts. You blush at his words, “I didn’t know you were so needy when you’re tired,” you whisper, chuckling. 

He hums, and when his hands move to your ass, you sit on his lap again, running a hand through his hair. “When I told you to be like this earlier you couldn’t even look me in the eyes,” you tease him and he just grumbles. “What is it, baby?” 

“You’re here,” is all he says before kissing your jaw. “I don’t want to hold back when you’re right here.” His words echo in your ears and without a second of hesitation, you kiss him. He leans back with you, his arms resting on your waist as he lays down, his back pressed against the mattress. “Just for the night,” he mumbles in between kisses. “Let me want you a bit more.” 

Your breath shakes as you grind on top of him, looking for any sign of discomfort. A soft, shaky whine escapes his lips and his grip tightens. “Is this okay?” He nods, his eyes closed, refusing to look at you. “Soobin,” you whisper, feeling him harden under you as you grind once more. “Look at me.” 

His eyes flutter open, scanning your face carefully before his gaze drops to where your bodies meet. “Is this okay?” You ask once more, this time getting a proper response. “More than okay,” he assures you, watching you move on top of him. His breathing is anything but steady, his eyes glued to your body as if you’d disappear if he even just as blinked. “I don’t–” his voice breaks in half when you sit directly on his tip, your shorts clinging to your body as you rub yourself on top of him. “I’m not sure what to do.” 

“It’s okay,” you nod, understanding. “You don’t have to do anything. Let’s just feel good, hm?” He nods, his hands carefully sliding up your thighs. He can do that. He can stop overthinking it and just enjoy the moment, as long as he’s with you. 

His hands slowly wander under your shirt, keeping his eyes on you to check if he’s not overstepping as he cups your breast. You bite your bottom lip, nodding slightly to him. You let him squeeze your breast, let him explore what his touch does to you. He watches every reaction, every muffled moan that leaves your lips, and every move of your hips. You never stop rubbing yourself on him and with each passing second, he feels like he is about to explode. 

Leaning down again, you crash your lips with his in a hungry kiss. He doesn’t hesitate kissing you back and pulling you closer, if that’s even possible. He thrusts his hips up on instinct, a soft whimper escaping his lips. “Wai– Wait, fuck,” he curses, looking at his wet pants and your shorts. Mistake, he realizes. Seeing the mess you managed to create already only makes it harder for him not to cum in his pants. 

You slide your hand under his shirt, tracing the line of his abs slowly before moving down to his waistband, glancing up at him for approval. “Please,” he nods, prompting himself up on his elbows as he watches you. You move aside, biting your bottom lip as you give his hard on a squeeze through the pants before pulling them down. Fuck. Soobin was tall, you knew that, of course, but you didn’t expect him to be packing down there so much as well. 

“Have you thought about me before? While jerking off?” You watch his ears turn red, figuring that’s a yes. You squeeze your thighs together, eyes flickering between his cock, abs, and face. In the ideal world, you could ride all of them. “Want to show me?” 

Soobin sits with his eyes glued to your body, his right hand wrapped around his cock, moving up and down in slow motion. You sit opposite him, your legs spread apart, pajama clothes somewhere on the floor, long forgotten by then, and your chest on full display. “What else did you think about?” You ask, watching his eyes scan your naked body. 

His eyes fall down to your fingers on your clit, swallowing a lump in his throat. “I– Your boobs,” he admits slowly, avoiding looking you in the eyes from embarrassment. “Kissing them, holding them, uhm,” he bites down his moan as the image clouds his mind, his cock twitching in his hand and breath shaking. “About how you’d look if…if we were…” 

“Yeah?” You can see that he’s close to finishing, barely able to speak without moaning or whimpering. It was hot. 

“My imagination has nothing on reality,” he mumbles, curses slipping past his lips as he watches you finger yourself, his hips thrusting into his hand with more force than before. You smirk, “that good?” He nods, opening his mouth to say something, but before he can do so, you pull out your fingers and bring them to his mouth. 

He knows he should feel embarrassed. He probably looks like a teenage boy who’s never touched a woman in his life—which he wouldn’t be far from actually—when he reaches his orgasm as soon as his lips wrap around your fingers, but he can’t seem to care. Not when you taste this good, not when you’re looking at him as if it was the most attractive thing you’ve ever seen. 

“Can I..?” He asks with the biggest puppy eyes possible and even though you don’t know what he’s asking for, you nod. He moves closer to you, spreading your legs more before his hand caresses your thighs, slowly making his way to your core. His fingers replace yours, rubbing your clit the same way he watched you do so moments ago. You moan under his touch, guiding his hand lower and giving him a reassuring nod before he inserts two of his fingers into your hole. His fingers are longer than yours, without a doubt, and it shows. “Just like that, fuck, exactly there,” your eyes roll back when he hits your spot, listening to your moans as he pumps his fingers into you. 

Soobin closes the distance between you, his free hand cupping your cheek as he kisses you again while his other hand brings you to your orgasm, muffling every one of your moans with his lips. “Was that okay?” He asks, the nervousness in his voice obvious. You giggle, your breathing heavy as you press your forehead to his. “You’re doing amazing,” you nod. “Absolutely fucking amazing.” 

He giggles with you, exhaling in relief. He brushes a strand of hair behind your ear and kisses you again, this time with less need but much more affection, hoping you can feel all the years he’s spent loving you from afar coming up on the surface. 

The following days became easier. You watched the nervousness and wariness in his eyes slowly change into something comfortable and familiar. He stopped being so hesitant, greeting you with a kiss every morning as if you were an old couple, holding your hand when you walked around campus, and taking you out on dates any chance he got. It was nice, and you could feel your heart skipping a beat every time his gaze lingered on you even a second longer than necessary. 

You could see yourself growing old with those eyes. 

“What are you hiding?” Soobin comes into the kitchen just as you’re leaning over the counter, a teasing grin on your face and Ryan a few steps beside you, smiling at his phone. He could recognize that smile from miles away, it was the same one he had for years on his face when he talked to you. 

“I’m not hiding anything,” he says, way too quickly to your liking. “You’re trying to see things where they’re not.” 

“What’s going on?” Soobin asks, wrapping his arm around your waist. You straighten your back and he immediately rests his head on your shoulder, watching Ryan with a spark of curiosity. His eyes flicker between the two of you, hating that it was so easy for you to see right through him. “Nothing’s going on, alright? Can’t I text people?” 

You frown. “I never said you can’t. But you’ve been texting someone for ages and it makes me wonder why you haven’t told me anything about it.” Soobin can almost hear the pout in your voice and places a soft kiss on your shoulder. “Because I told you I’m not dating again. It’s just a friend, and I don’t see a reason why I should tell you I have a new friend.” 

“You don’t have to close yourself off for everyone because one date didn’t go right,” Soobin meets his eyes and Ryan swallows everything he wanted to say when he hits a soft spot. This was nowhere close to how he wanted his evening to look like. “Didn’t you say you were going to stream tonight?” The question comes out harsher than intended but before he can apologize, Soobin nods slightly. “Yeah, I am,” he agrees, giving Ryan one last look of sympathy before turning to you. “Want to join me?” 

You blink, glancing between your two roommates. You want to stay, ask Ryan more and assure him that whatever he set his mind on is stupid, but you can see how tired he is of this conversation. It’s obvious he doesn’t want to talk about it anymore and you know when to stop minding other people’s business, even if they’re your best friend. “Yeah, sure, let’s go,” you nod. Soobin catches the sigh that leaves your lips but doesn’t comment on it, lacing his fingers with yours instead and leading you to his room. 

“You can’t be mad at him for keeping in,” Soobin says, sitting down on his gaming chair and extending his arms for you to come in. You hum, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you stand between his legs. “I know, and I’m not. I just… I don’t want him to deal with everything on his own.” His hands slide up the back of your thighs, a pitiful smile on his lips. 

“I’ll talk to him later, okay? Maybe he’ll tell me something,” he offers, bringing your hand to his face and kissing your knuckles. “Don’t beat yourself over it. He’ll tell you about it when he’s ready.” 

You nod, sitting on his lap with your hands on his shoulder. “Have I told you you’re absolutely amazing yet?” He chuckles, closing the space between you and pressing his lips to yours in a tender kiss. “You can tell me that as many times you want,” he smiles into the kiss, a soft giggle escaping your lips. 

“What’s the plan tonight?” You wonder when you pull back. He turns on the chair, his arm wrapped around your waist as he turns his PC on. When he types in his password and you notice it being your birthday, you can’t help but smile, your cheeks turning pink as you lean into his chest. “Phasmophobia,” he says, showing you the game. You watch his screen as he explains some of the rules of the game with the gameplay, nodding quietly. You let him talk, listening to his every word. It’s honestly attractive. It’s not like he’s doing much, but it’s enough. 

“Yeonjun hasn’t played it yet and we were thinking of texting Kai to join us but if you want, we can connect your laptop and you could play with us instead?” He turns his head to you, his face mare inches away from yours. You blink, shaking your head, “you said you haven’t played with Kai in a long time, you shouldn’t exclude him just because of me.” 

“I want to play with you,” he states firmly. “You should know by now I’d choose you over the boys any time.” If you were blushing before, you must look like a tomato right now. Before he can say anything else and send you into a spiral, you kiss him again, your hand on his neck as you pull him close. He doesn’t take long to catch up, pushing his tongue between your lips and deepening the kiss, his fingers digging into your waist. “You’re too good to me,” you whisper. 

“You’re the one too good to me. I’m just treating you as anyone you’ve ever given a chance to should have.” 

“You should be a poet instead,” you mumble, averting your gaze from him. You know he’s about to say something more, but he’s interrupted by an incoming call on discord, the screen flashing with The Choi’s group chat. Thank God, honestly. Whatever he wanted to say would probably make your heart race faster than it already does and you don’t need a heart attack right now. 

You accept the call, the first thing you hear being Beomgyu’s grumble. “We’ll have to use walkie talkies in the game, why are we starting a call here?” Soobin chuckles quietly, leaning forward and resting his chin on your shoulder, clicking through something on his screen. “He’s new to the game, cut him some slack,” he says and you catch a faint curse on the other side, assuming it must be from Yeonjun. 

“Whatever, who cares. Is everyone ready now? Can I text Kai? He might be asleep though, he said something about pulling an all-nighter the night before and feeling like passing out when I talked to him earlier.” As soon as Yeonjun finishes his question, Soobin turns his head to look at you again, looking for an answer in your eyes. You nod slightly, his smile widening immediately. 

“Don’t bother. I have our fourth player. She’s sitting on my lap as we speak.” 

It wasn’t a secret to any of your friends that you and Soobin were something now. Apparently, they knew so even before you did. Soobin looked terrified when Beomgyu told you a few days ago that he’s glad he finally had the balls to ask you out because it was getting annoying having to listen to him enthuse about how in love with you he was. All you could do at the moment was laugh. Then, after Beomgyu left, you showered Soobin in kisses on his bed and he promised to tell you how in love he is more often if that’s what he gets in return. He was adorable. 

The two boys greet you immediately, asking about how your day was and if Soobin is being annoying. It makes you chuckle because he is anything but. You talk with them for a bit, Soobin’s hands still wrapped around you and hugging you tightly. You love moments like these. 

You’re not sure how much time passes but eventually, you leave to get your laptop while Soobin prepares his stream, his camera and microphone already on when you come back. You place the laptop on his bed—which is also the place you agreed on sitting before even though it wasn’t exactly ideal to be in the same room while using walkie talkies—and join his side, greeting his chat with a smile. 

In the blink of an eye, the comments change from simple hello’s and questions about what the plane for today is into more personal ones—mostly about your relationship. A few people ask about your name, new fans you assume, but most of the people are asking if the rumors are true and you truly are dating. It was kind of obvious by now. Just a few days earlier, Soobin made a new post on his instagram with pictures from an actual date you had. They were cute, and made it into your highlights as well. 

He turns his head to you, not answering any of their questions. A sign of the same vulnerability you saw almost every day at the beginning flickers in his eyes, the question hanging in the air. You know which one made him like this. Are you two dating? You haven’t put a label on anything, didn’t think it was needed, but when your eyes meet his, and you see the hope in them, you want a label more than ever before. 

You smile, a gentle, soft one that always makes him calmer and turn towards the camera. “You got us,” you nod. “We are dating. But no, he does not fall into the streamer stereotypes and does shower every day, so I’m not in any danger,” you laugh, briefly glancing at Soobin. He looks puzzled, but his expression lasts less than a second, immediately being replaced with excitement and a hint of relief. 

“Wouldn’t want to stink near my beautiful girlfriend,” he grins and you have to roll your eyes at how cheeky he sounds. You shake your head at him, but the smile on your face never disappears. “Get your game ready, pretty boy. I don’t have the whole night for you.” He cocks his head to you, a teasing smirk on his face as he mouths “you sure?” at you. You fight the urge to throw a pillow at him. 

“What on Earth are they doing?” You laugh, watching Beomgyu and Yeonjun move their characters in the lobby, getting into some weird positions they definitely wouldn’t be able to recreate in real life. Soobin laughs with you, shaking his head. He was playing around with settings now, trying to convince you to go on pro mode. Neither Yeonjun nor you knew if that was something you wanted to jump into but thankfully (or possibly unfortunately) you had Beomgyu on your side, arguing with Soobin immediately that you weren’t ready and it would end up with him being alive alone again. 

“Everyone get ready,” Soobin commands, your earlier laugh replaced with a chuckle immediately. “Yes, captain,” you joke, and even though you see him rolling his eyes, you also notice the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. 

Soobin helps you out during the game a lot, always walking around beside you so you don’t stay anywhere alone and don’t get yourself killed, reminding you what certain keys do, and working with you on figuring out what kind of a ghost you’re dealing with. Anyone new joining his stream probably doesn’t even know Beomgyu and Yeonjun are in the game as well. You barely know of their presence yourself. 

After three successful rounds, Soobin finally convinced you to play on pro mode, still staying by your side as he ran around, trying to figure out the ghost’s spawn place. Yeonjun walked right behind you, holding a camera in his hands while Beomgyu stayed in the van, laughing his ass off as he watched you through Yeonjun’s camera. It slowly turned into Soobin continuously telling him to do something and him arguing that you had it all covered already. It had Soobin grumbling and his chat laughing. 

You played for two hours and half until Beomgyu had to leave—a date as Soobin informed you earlier—and you all decided to call it a day. You stretch out on the bed, pushing the heating laptop off your legs. Soobin leans back in his chair once his computer is turned off, turning to face you. “Had fun tonight?” 

You smile, nodding. You open your arms and he doesn’t hesitate getting up from his place and making his way over to you, plopping down on top of you. You giggle, bringing him down to kiss him. “So much fun,” you answer, wrapping your arms behind his neck. 

“You were so pretty,” he praises, placing a soft kiss to your nose. “I wanted to kiss you every time you gave me that clueless pout,” he whispers, this time leaving a kiss on your cheek. You giggle, cupping his cheeks and making him look at you. “Kiss me twice as much now then.” 

He doesn’t need to be told twice, already claiming your lips. He wraps his hands behind your back, keeping you as close as possible until he decides to change positions, his lips never leaving yours as he sits down and helps you onto his lap. His hand moves up to your neck, thumb brushing your cheek as he deepens the kiss. He could go like this all day if he could. 

You run a hand through his hair, forcing him to pull back when you tug at a few of his strands. He groans, eyes meeting yours. You bite back a moan yourself when you look at him, every sane thought you had until now disappearing out of the window when he looks up at you like that. “Love,” he whispers, his hands trailing down your sides until he makes it under your shirt. “Yes, baby?” You smile innocently, pretending that his touch doesn’t send shivers throughout your whole body. 

“You’re beautiful.” You learnt to accept his compliments after some time (because you’re not sure if there has been a day in which he wouldn’t compliment you in some way) but they still worked on you every time, making you blush. His hands move to your back again, unclipping your bra with ease. You help him get your shirt off, your bra following right after. He smiles, one of his hands cupping your breast and rolling your nipple between his fingers while the other settles on your waist. You can’t even blink before his mouth meets your other boob, his tongue circling your nipple. 

You run your hand through his hair again, a soft whine escaping your lips as you grind on him from the pleasure. He glances at you briefly, and when he sees your eyes closed, the moans that leave your lips showing him just how much you’re enjoying yourself, he sucks harder, taking his sweet time with each of your breasts. 

“Baby,” you whine, rolling your hips against his. He finally pulls away, meeting your eyes with a playful smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Please.” 

Your back presses against the mattress, your boyfriend hovering on top of you and kissing his way down your body. Once his mouth reaches your pants, he tugs them down slowly, kissing your inner thigh. You open your legs for him without hesitation, causing a groan to leave his lips. He settles himself between your legs, kissing his way up from your thigh to your clit. “Just a small taste,” he begs, sucking on your clit the same way he sucked on your nipple moments ago. 

It’s been days of exploring each other’s bodies, finding out what pleasures the other and what doesn’t. It took some time, but he’d like to say he knows how to get you off without any problems now, one of those things being your newly discovered obsession with riding his nose. 

And what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he didn’t give you the opportunity to do so? 

Soobin presses his nose against your clit, his tongue pushing past your folds. Your moans fill the room shortly after, even if you try to keep it down so as not to disturb your roommate, gripping the sheets on your side. You roll your hips against him, your eyes rolling back when his tongue enters your hole. As if that wasn’t enough on its own, his fingers dig into your thighs, keeping you where he wants so he controls all of your pleasure. 

“Wa–Wait,” you gasp, your orgasm building in your stomach faster than you can comprehend. He simply hums against you, not bothering with looking up as he licks you. “So pretty,” he mumbles again, sucking on your clit. You gasp, finding his hair with your fingers and trying to tug him away from you, your legs closing simultaneously. 

Fortunately, he only pulls back once you reach your orgasm, finishing on his mouth. He licks his lips clean, smiling. “You,” your breath catches and you’re not even sure what you want to say. Did so fucking good? Were absolutely amazing? Take better care of me than anyone else? 

“It’s okay,” he coos, coming up to kiss you. He brushes your hair from your face gently, brushing his thumb over your cheek. “You can do one more, right?” You don’t answer, you can’t. All you can think about is, where did you even learn all that? 

But you know the answer. From you. Everything he knows, he’s learnt from you, because he wanted to. He learnt how to talk, when the right time to kiss you is, where to press at times, and how to be a good mix of someone who could—and wanted—to please you, and the same person he was before who didn’t even know a handful of positions. 

His thumb gently circles your clit, causing a few whines to leave your lips. He keeps his eyes on you, waiting for your answer. Even though you told him before it was okay to overstimulate you sometimes, he didn’t need to do so. He was glad he could make you feel good, even if it means having to take care of his throbbing cock alone in the bathroom. 

But you wouldn’t let that happen, slowly nodding. “Yeah,” you breathe out. “I can take one more.” He smiles, pressing another kiss to your lips before getting his clothes off, too busy admiring your naked body to look where they ended up after he threw them to the floor. 

Soobin rubs his cock between your folds, his eyes glued to your body. “Wanna go raw?” you offer and his eyes immediately widen. He has condoms, somewhere in his top drawer of his desk, but at the moment, he completely forgot about something like protection, his mind too occupied with different thoughts. “Can I?” He looks up and you smile, nodding. 

“Fuck,” he curses, aligning himself slowly. He looks up once more for reassurance and when you chuckle, telling him it’s okay, he thrusts his tip in, giving you some time to adjust before he slaps his hips with yours. You gasp immediately, your moans coming out broken as he starts moving. 

Soobin’s soft praises mixed with his groans fill your ears, your eyes rolling back as his fingers lace with yours and he slows down again, hitting just the right spot. At that moment, even though your head is empty, one singular thought manages to pop up. I love you, Soobin.  

You don’t say anything though, holding his hand with your mouth wide open and head thrown back. Yeah, he is good. 

His thrusts turn sloppy, his energy slowly dying out as he reaches his climax. You came just seconds ago with his name falling from your lips as if you were a broken record and now it was finally his turn. You wrap your legs behind his back, keeping him in place and making sure he doesn’t even think about pulling out. You need to feel him filling you up, showing you you’re his. And he’ll gladly do so. 

“Shit,” he gasps, squeezing your hand tighter as he finishes, his eyes wide. “Fuck– That was so good.” You giggle, relaxing your legs again and trying to catch your breath. He curses again when he pulls out of you and hears you whine, fighting himself not to get hard again. He lays down beside you, dropping his arm around your stomach and pulling you flush against his body. 

“I love you,” he mumbles, just like he has many times before. But this time, it’s different after all. Because this time, you can say it back. 

“I love you too, baby,” you whisper, sealing the words with a kiss.

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⭑.ᐟ Inspired by: @starzyangel work of mark Grayson x streamer!reader

⭑.ᐟreader is male, mark grayson x male reader supremacy🤫

“Did you know I’m like, best friends with invincible?” You said as you looked at chat. Putting your arms behind your head, leaning back in your streaming chair. Your shirt raised a bit to show your happy trail before smirking, leaning forward when your chat started to go crazy.

“I’m being serious too guys, he literally saved me once and said he watches my streams. Kinda cool isn’t it?” You said, not knowing mark was certainly watching your stream. His face had a dust of pink on his cheeks looking at you.

God you were handsome, it was so quick when you were in danger.. he hadn’t realized he saved his favorite streamer who he bought mini figurines of. You had gripped onto him hard as he saved you from debris, the way your eyes soften at him.

Oh boy.. his heart was going to burst. He didn’t expect those [color] eyes to look into his. After placing you down, he awkwardly admits he’s a big fan of you and flies away.

He smacks himself on the head for admitting that, he can’t help it! Your cocky and chill demeanor on stream and in real life makes him just wanna.. ugh! He has no words expect to just be noticed by you.

And now you know that his hero persona is a fan of yours.

Mark watches your streams like it’s a ritual, with snacks, drinks, he just watches you play horror games. He loves how you’re so engaged with the games and the chat.

Talking to them about how their day is going, talking about your own day. He can’t help but be.. Parasocial.

He denies it at first when William catches him, but now he’s laying in bed looking at his ceiling thinking like..

“Am I… parasocial?” He either doesn’t care, or he does. But he can’t help it. You’re like a drug he needs to stop hooking on.

Never in his life would he admit he has a crush on you. A boy crush.

Okay maybe he admitted to William, but that’s his best friend for crying out loud! Mark likes women, but you, you’re something he never expected to fully grasp onto.

Like, he would like every thirst edit of you, it could be a funny edit and he’d laugh at it when he’s on break during burger mart.

Or if it’s a boring night and you started to stream, he falls asleep to your voice.

Bro’s a simp for his streamer, he can’t help it that you’re so damn charming.

But of course he needs to focus on saving the world and being [title card], he can’t just keep Fiening over some guy with [color] hair and eyes.

Would be the one to eavesdrop on someone talking about your latest stream when it’s been a year of quitting watching you.

Now he’s back on the grind. Oh poor mark, now he’s binging all the streams he missed in a year all in one single night.

Too anxious to gift to you. He’s pacing in his room left and right, biting his hand as he watches his computer and seeing you rant about how donuts are better than bagels.

He finally mans up and gives you a tier sub.

The way your eyes light up, and now he’s gifting you all type of stuff. When he has the money of course, he has self control.

But shit, seeing you in person, outside of his hero persona. You both had bumped into each other. You said sorry with a small smile, while mark just stood there broken like a computer. Thinking he was mad, you offered him to go get coffee with you. He only nodded as he followed you, fanboying inside as he mentally smiles hard.

He hasn’t smiled this hard when he had the unlimited seance dog comic book.

And this was just the beginning of getting to know you out of his hero life.

[hitomisuzuya]

Suzu! I really love your works so remember to take breaks when you need it!

Also can I just say that I love your gamer/streamer scara so I want to see some more :”) maybe reader taking care of him a lot (checking up on him, bringing him snacks etc.), just being really sweet and scara takes care of her too like they get on it on his gaming chair or bj under the desk. It could be fluffy too! Or both! I don’t mind either way

I appreciate you so take care of yourself 💜🩵

streamer!scaramouche x fem!reader. smut. blow job. praise. soft!dom scara. consensual sexual activities on livestream.

aww thank you so much for your kind words, dear. i enjoy writing steamer scara❤️ i decided to use fall out as the game played. dogmeat is best boy.

much to scaramouche's chat's delight, you have been flitting in and out of his room since he started streaming. over three hours ago. his chat always lights up a little more than usual when they see you.

"okay, who is fucking my shit up in my settlement?" he grumbles, seeing there is a disturbance in his settlement. "oh, i see. some monsters got in. no matter, i'll just delete them."

several people in chat were calling out that dogmeat was in trouble. he largely ignores them, heading right to the heart of the problem.

you enjoy doting on scaramouche, and taking care of him. "hi, hunny. i figured you are hungry, so i brought you some chips, and some more coffee," you set the bowl of chips and cans of coffee down near him, coming to stand behind his computer chair.

"hi, chat," you greet, wiggling your fingers in a shy wave as you rest your chin on his shoulder. "dogmeat is in trouble?" you comment, reading the chat "go save him."

scaramouche rolls his eyes seeing the chat agree overenthusiastic with you. "why? he is a pain in my ass. thanks for the snacks though."

"go save him, please," you put your arms around him, skimming your hand temptingly down his chest towards his thighs, "if you do, i'll do something for you. i'll do that thing you really like," you brush your lips next to his ear, "i'll swallow with your cock still in my mouth."

something awakens inside scaramouche then. he never redirected his character so fast, and dispatched the monsters bullying dogmeat. "chat, there is a change in plans," he rolls his computer chair back a little as you step back, "you know the drill. you guys gotta pay to see this shit."

he allows his chat to see a teaser view of you getting on your knees, reaching for his zipper as you rest your head on his thigh. "feeling needy?" he asks, making it so that his chat has to pay to watch now, and giving them a few minutes (that's all they would need) to decide.

"mhm," you reply, nuzzling your cheek again this hip, quickly unbuttoning his jeans. he adores the blush on your cheeks as you reach for his cock once he frees it. his chat is able to start seeing things again just in time to hear you say, "i want to treat you. and," your tongue sweeps out to lick his cockhead, "i just really want your cock in my mouth."

you didn't mind doing this for him. it always helps him make a little extra money, and there was something about the eroticism of it all that really made you wet.

scaramouche sighs starting to relax as your lithe little tongue goes to work on his dripping cock head. you curl your tongue around and around, slowly sweeping the tip on the slit.

"my pretty, you are so fucking good to me," he moans, carding his fingers through your hair, pushing your mouth down onto his cock. "open wide like a good girl. show my chat how obediently you choke on my cock."

your cheeks flush at his words, your heart quickening in your chest. your gums lock wet and warm around his cock, the ridges on the roof of your mouth grinding delicious as you suck.

you muffle a moan on his cock as he gently pushes your mouth down further. his hips rock up, groaning as his cock rests in your throat. he strokes his fingers through your hair as you cough. his cock throbs in your mouth as your throat spasms around it, drool pooling from your mouth onto his jeans.

"fuck, you look so cute drooling on my cock," he gathers your hair out of your face, holding it as he gently bobs your mouth up and down on his cock.

his chat immediately sounds off in agreement. equally filthy comments about how good you are being for him pop up. and a few saying how they would like to see you dote on scaramouche like this again, but dressed in a skimpy maid outfit, complete with stockings and cat ears.

wet slurping noises fill the room as you flatten your tongue, taking him deep into your throat again. you moan seeing him reduced to the state above you.

he is a moaning, twitching mess, his hazy eyes locked on you as you lovingly suck him off. "shit, such a soft, and pliable throat," he groans, babbling a little.

seeing him, making him feel so good dampens your panties to cling to your cunt. you squeeze and rub your thighs together, choking a sweet whimper on his cock in an attempt to seek friction on your clit.

"how sweet," he moans to cover up his own whimper as cum ribbons salty into your mouth. "even with her mouth stuffed full of my cock, i can still hear how badly she wants me to fuck her," he strokes his fingers through your hair in appreciation.

[gotta-winwin]

(🎞️) ... hit the road docu.<> catch your breath for a moment, and...

masterlist | cyana's masterlist

word count: 1k tw: sick symptoms, fever italics are interviews cut between scenes + english a/n: i CANNOT stand watching chan being sick guys. the whole ep was so hard to watch i just wanted to wrap him up and get him better ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

Every time Dino coughed, Cyana could feel her heart clench, crumble and tear. Her twin maknae resided somewhere deep inside her soul, making it almost unbearable to see him ill. Filled with the overwhelming sense of love and anguish, she stood up slightly from her seat to face him.

“Chan.” She pushed back his hair, pressing the back of her hand against his feverish forehead. “I love you.”

He blinked up at her from where he sat, a hand reaching up to steady her by her waist. The tour bus rolled on, bumping slightly across the uneven roads of Mexico. “So suddenly?” He asked, mouth parted at the surprise confession. 

She sat back down, leaning her head against his shoulder. “Let’s not talk about it.” 

He hummed, turning his head away from her to let out another violent cough, his body shaking like a leaf in the process. “I love you too.” 

Cyana hated how feeble and weightless he felt, feeling him shiver against her cheek. She knew how excited he had been to visit Mexico, they had stayed up late scouring the city for things to visit, take pictures of, to eat. Those plans were long gone now, as Cyana knew Dino could barely walk, let alone go out for a day trip. 

Pulling out her phone and swiping to her chats with Joshua, she typed out a message, moving as little as possible as to not disturb the boy - who was now laying his head on her shoulder, slumped in his seat. 

🐰: can we grab soup at the restaurant near our hotel tgt later for chan 🦌: sure! I need to stretch my legs 😀 🦌: is chan feeling better?

She glanced at the sleeping boy, each breath coming from his clogged nose tickling the side of her neck. Moving his hair gently out of his eyes, she pressed her fingertips against his forehead once again, pouting when they came back scalding. 

🐰: no 😢 🐰: he’s got a fever 🐰: someone tell him he can’t perform ❗

Shutting her phone off, she let out a deep sigh. She loved touring, getting to travel the world with her best friends while spending their nights performing for fans - except for when it came at the consequence of seeing her friends sick and in pain. 

“If you pass out right now I’m not catching you!” 

Cyana chased after Dino, running across the stage and jumping over the puddles of streamers and confetti. 

Raising her mic to her lips, she yelled out after him. “If you fall I swear I won’t protect you from Coups!” 

The crowd around them roared at the interaction.

The boy only turned, flashing a bright grin in her direction as he continued sprinting, waving at fans along the barricade. 

Cyana paused to catch her breath, shaking her head at his antics. It was a sheer miracle he was older than her, even if it was for less than a year. Feeling a presence from next to her, she smiled when she turned and saw Vernon, an amused expression across his face. 

“He’s sick and he’s still running like a lunatic.” She complained, pointing at Dino, who had somehow found himself in a whole nother section already. 

“He’s just trying to make up for his lack of stage presence.” Vernon told her, reaching a hand out to remove pieces of confetti that had found its way into her hair. “Even though we all tell him he does well every time.” 

“It’s a mental thing.” She added, remembering the amount of late night conversations the two had shared about Dino’s self-criticizing problem. Eyes roaming the stage for him, she sighed upon seeing him climb onto the scooter, knowing he was going to hurt himself sooner or later - with the terrible balance he had while sick - “I should probably go-” She gestured at the catastrophe about to happen. 

Vernon hummed, hooking her arm with his. “I’ll come with you.” 

“Dino has a problem with giving too much onstage and then believing he didn’t give enough.” Cyana sighed as she glanced to the side, eyes locking with Dino's, who was listening from behind the camera. She paled. “Why didn’t you tell me he’d be here for my interview?” She whined, sending accusatory glances at the interviewer. “I’m going to have to tone it down now.”

It was nearing 2am and Cyana was sure she wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight. Taking care of a sick Dino was like taking care of a sick toddler, as she watched him roll around in bed, restless from not going out all day. She had just got him to choke down his meds, explaining to deaf ears that he needed the pills to get better. 

“You need to sleep, Dino-yah.” She chided, getting up from her own bed to gently push him down. 

He let out a huff. “I’ll just wake up suffocating in the middle of the night either way.” He complained, having had that experience for the past few nights, his stuffy nose waking both him and Cyana up during ungodly hours of the night. 

“Maybe you should go to the hospital.” She reached over for her phone, unplugging it from the charger. “Let me text manager-oppa.” 

“No!” His reply was instant, tackling her down to grab the phone from her hand. “I’ll sleep. Don’t want to go to the hospital again.” 

She couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s like the sickness takes away ten years of your age. If you told me this was a giant 11 year old, I’d believe you.”

Dino frowned, offended. “I’m sick. You’re really not supposed to be mean to sick people.” 

“I’m calling Mingyu over.” She declared, pushing him off her and getting up. 

“No!” He cried out, eyes wide at the threat. The last time Mingyu had 'taken care' of Dino, he had swaddled the boy in blankets and force-fed him some kind of Chinese herbal medicine from Minghao's mother. Dino shuddered at the memory. “I swear I’ll leak your ugly photos on Weverse if you do that.” 

Mouth agape, Cyana whirled back around to face him, Mingyu forgotten. “Lee Chan! You wouldn’t dare-” 

“I would!” His eyes shone with mischief, and Cyana felt a wave of relief upon seeing his happy glow. He had spent the better half of this week sulking, face gloomy and body wracked with pain. 

“Okay, okay.” She relented, sitting back down on her bed. “I won’t call Mingyu. Delete the photos you have of me.” 

“But what would I giggle at whenever I’m sad?” He complained, smiling wide at her disgusted expression. 

“Perv.”

“Excuse me?” 

Their loud voices bickering echoed past their walls, flowing into the nearby rooms as the other members listened in, thoroughly entertained and happy Dino was feeling better enough to spar with Cyana. 

[gibberishfangirl]

WIND BREAKER | dating the gamer girl who’s also a streamer

Synopsis ✰ head cannons about how the boys react to finding out that your a well-known twitch streamer

Characters ✰ Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Hayato Suo, Akihiko Nirei, Jo Togame, Choji Tomiyama

Contains ✰ sfw!, innocent content of the boys being supportive and shocked boyfriends

★ this is heavily inspired by my gamer girlfriend post consider this the sequel★

Haruka Sakura ᡣ𐭩

✧₊⁺ he has no idea what twitch is or what being a streamer even means

✧₊⁺ he only finds out because you got recognized in public by a very hyper/excited fan

✧₊⁺ almost sucker punches tf out of your fan because he thinks it’s some person trying to harass you

✧₊⁺ you have to hold him back

✧₊⁺ “wait wait, i’m sorry! i came off too strong, i just really love your streams!” the fan apologizes after Sakura completely got the wrong idea

✧₊⁺ “what videos? what’s a stream?”

✧₊⁺ you gave him a brief explanation and left it at that, you were very shy about your streaming career

✧₊⁺ detective sakura mode unlocked!

✧₊⁺ he’s very surprised to see that you have roughly around 50k followers from only uploading minecraft content

✧₊⁺ you stream hardcore minecraft challenges along with building tutorials which your fans love

✧₊⁺ he creates a secret account where he argues with all your haters

✧₊⁺ “you’re builds aren’t even cute” “your face isn’t cute, i wouldn’t talk if i were you”

✧₊⁺ you secretly knew the account was his but found it cute that he was so protective by your media presence

✧₊⁺ watches your streams in secret whenever he has the chance at school

✧₊⁺ “what are you doing on your phone Sakura?” “nothing! don’t worry about it, shut up.”

Hajime Umemiya ᡣ𐭩

✧₊⁺ gets extremely over protective when he finds out

✧₊⁺ he doesn’t like your fanboys

✧₊⁺ he cringes whenever you get comments like “can you be my mercy pocket?” “i can carry you”

✧₊⁺ he will respond back by saying “she doesn’t need to get carried by a bronze”

✧₊⁺ he only found your account by accident when he downloaded twitch

✧₊⁺ he’s a little sad you didn’t tell him

✧₊⁺ “why would you hide it from me?” “i wasn’t hiding it, i was just embarrassed”

✧₊⁺ he doesn’t mind whenever some fans come up to you in public

✧₊⁺ he does mind when it’s some weird guy, although they never come up to you since his presence alone scared them off

✧₊⁺ he’s very proud of your accomplishments

✧₊⁺ always congratulates you when you reach a new milestone

✧₊⁺ he becomes one of your twitch mods and blocks every weirdo account whenever he has the chance to watch your streams

✧₊⁺ he never misses one of your competitive streams

✧₊⁺ you participate in some tournaments and he’s literally your biggest hype man

✧₊⁺ “don’t be nervous, you’ll totally win.”

✧₊⁺ has the biggest smile on his face whenever you do win

✧₊⁺ he’s highkey your biggest fan boy and supporter

Hayato Suo ᡣ𐭩

✧₊⁺ you’re super embarrassed of your streaming career since you have about 5k followers that just love your aesthetic animal crossing content

✧₊⁺ who knew animal crossing would be such a hit for streaming content

✧₊⁺ you’re also a youtuber and you post some mini tutorials on how to create aesthetic shaped ponds

✧₊⁺ he only found out because someone else came to up to you in public in front of him

✧₊⁺ he was geeking the whole time watching you be so nice to a supporter

✧₊⁺ you made him promise he wont watch your streams

✧₊⁺ he keeps that promise but that doesn’t stop him from watching your youtube videos

✧₊⁺ to be fair, you did only say streams and didn’t mention youtube

✧₊⁺ he’s in awe by the cute and nice way you interact with your chat

✧₊⁺ he falls asleep listening to your voice during some of the tutorials

✧₊⁺ doesn’t like your haters

✧₊⁺ he gets annoyed whenever he sees a comment saying “animal crossing isn’t that fun, play a new game”

✧₊⁺ he gets the urge to want to argue back but respects your wishes and doesn’t

✧₊⁺ he does watch some your streaming clips if they get uploaded onto a different platform

Akihiko Nirei ᡣ𐭩

✧₊⁺ please you’re kidding yourself if you think he doesn’t know

✧₊⁺ have you met him? he knows everything

✧₊⁺ he found out from the first moment he met you

✧₊⁺ he asked about you along with googling you and found out that you were streamer

✧₊⁺ finds the way you laugh and talk to an online audience with ease to be enchanting

✧₊⁺ he’s incredibly impressed by your ability to be so likeable even through a screen

✧₊⁺ he’s mainly surprised that you don’t stream the sims since that’s a game you two always play together

✧₊⁺ he asks you about it and you explained how it’s just because the sims is a comfort game to you that you rather not “exploit” for views

✧₊⁺ you’re a multi game player so you stream different content and gameplays on a regular basis

✧₊⁺ he’s impressed to see that you’re good at fps games and different styles of games

✧₊⁺ you’re not really shy about your streaming profile

✧₊⁺ you answer any questions he asks while he jots down whatever you said into his note book

✧₊⁺ what he scribbles into his notebook: “my girlfriend is so cool.”

✧₊⁺ you don’t mind if he watches some of your streams which he does

✧₊⁺ he’s an internal fanboy but hides it from you because he doesn’t want to come off as geeky

✧₊⁺ he didn’t watch your streams until you gave him permission and let him know you’re 100% okay with it

Jo Togame ᡣ𐭩

✧₊⁺ you told him shortly after the two of you started gaming together

✧₊⁺ he thinks it’s a little funny (in a harmless way) that your a fortnite streamer in general

✧₊⁺ finds your 1v1 streams to be very impressive

✧₊⁺ he loves how happy gaming and streaming makes you

✧₊⁺ gets violent if anyone ever dares or tries to make a joke about you streaming or your gaming

✧₊⁺ he has smacked the back of the Choji’s head after Choji called you a fortnite try-hard loser

✧₊⁺ thinks it’s funny when you openly humble other players who think they’re better than you

✧₊⁺ you don’t do face cam which he’s grateful for since he wants you all for himself

✧₊⁺ it’s game over for him once you do the face reveal post

✧₊⁺ he secretly and silently sulks in a corner after seeing how many online men tried to get at you

✧₊⁺ he uses it as motivation to get better at fortnite (LMAOO you can’t tell me he wouldnt)

✧₊⁺ his logic is that if he’s simply better than every other guy trying to talk you up he’s won

✧₊⁺ despite his little jealousy episodes he’s very confident and secure in your relationship

✧₊⁺ he knows you’d never leave him for some loser in a twitch chat

✧₊⁺ he makes small guest star appearances in your streams

✧₊⁺ your female side audience love him (maybe a little too much sometimes)

Choji Tomiyama ᡣ𐭩

✧₊⁺ he was already impressed by your gaming skills in general, he’s even more impressed by your streaming content

✧₊⁺ yeah he saw you play in person but seeing a full screen gameplay from your perspective was mesmerizing to him

✧₊⁺ he loved to tune into your content

✧₊⁺ he would also argue with your haters online

✧₊⁺ he especially argued with the sexist comments

✧₊⁺ he 100% got more mad than you did when it came to guys in the comments/chat shit talking you for being a girl

✧₊⁺ “who cares if you’re a girl, they’re just mad you’d still kick their ass.”

✧₊⁺ “wtv man, keep yapping. she’ll definitely smoke you in a 1v1”

✧₊⁺ he’ll leave hate comments on every guys posts who have ever insulted you

✧₊⁺ be glad he happens to also have hands in person to back up what his mouth runs

✧₊⁺ he fully supports your choices

✧₊⁺ you actually started streaming after you two started dating

✧₊⁺ he was the one who talked you into uploading your content and to start live streaming it

[miruac]

dating kozume kenma headcanons - part 2

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warnings: not proofread, movie and timeskip spoilers, very self indulgent

a/n: EHEHEHEHEH I LOVE MY INTROVERTED GAMER BABY | word vomit. this is just pure word vomit.

during nationals when they were away, kenma always texted you before and after a game(kinda shocking since he's dry asl)

he would be a little clingy, especially when he was sleepy since he had no filter then

but he literally like slept so late there...(THAT ONE SCENE OF HIM WAKING UP WITH BEDHEAD <3)

before their match with karasuno, he sent you a gif of a happy dancing cat(it was him trying to convey emotion)

after the match, he sent you a text that read 'i guess i'm coming home'

which made you happy he was coming back, but also sad that they lost

right when they got back home, you went over to his house to give him some congratulatory apple pie and cuddles

obviously he got a fever and was literally bedridden for a couple of days, so you had to wait a little while before seeing the poor boy

but when you did, he was still a little sick so he just clung onto you(

when he's sleepy, i headcanon he likes his hair to be played with and when you do it he just falls asleep

timeskip to the future, and its been like what, 7 years? you've moved in with him into his house, and it's pretty casual at this point

he always comes to bed late since he stays up on stream, and he ends up waking up so late

but before you go to bed, he's almost always taking a break from his stream to kiss you goodnight

sometimes if you're feeling clingy AND sleepy, he'll let you sit on his lap and sleep there while he's on stream

guys everyone writes kenma as if he's someone who's lazy as hell, and cant cook

BUT NOT ME!!! i know kenma can cook because he isn't that self-negligent, like if he moved out by himself then surely he knows how to somewhat provide for himself

he doesn't cook much because he doesn't like how much effort it takes, but when he cooks its kinda fire

you guys alternate, but its usually you cooking

i know he doesn't eat much canonly but loves seeing you in the kitchen its so domestic

when you catch him staring his lil bitch ass smirks at you and is like 'you look good in my kitchen.'

EPHASIS ON "MY KITCHEN" LIKE AODJSAOLDJASJDL

guys stop he's so cute when hes posessive

SPEAKING OF POSESSIVENESS OMG

ok now kenma's posessiveness varies from day to day

if he sees another guy with you, he doesn't rage immediately but when he sees them holding you in a way how he does? that's when he slides between you guys and takes you back

but also sometimes when you're about to go out in revealing clothes, he gets all pouty and clingy

he doesn't let go of you and looks up you with such pleading eyes(im so weak. im so weak for him omg)

guys he ALWAYS goes to pick you up himself

most likely he's going to bed by the time youre done, he can spare a couple minutes getting you

and plus i know he may not act like it, but your safety is like one of his top priorities

especially since you're the partner of a famous streamer, he does his best to make you comfortable

whether that's having you sit out of frame when he's on stream, or keeping you hidden

the media's really mean, and he'd do anything to prevent you from seeing or witnessing something hurtful just because you're dating him

he takes all the necessary precautions he knows of, and always tries to keep your identity anonymous

but when you felt comfortable enough, you slowly started to creep into his streams

at first it would just be a hand popping into frame, to you literally napping on his lap while he streamed

he told his fans that he was taken before and they thought he was lying, but since they've seen you they're amazed that he actually pulled

overall, his audience loves you and they literally see how kenma lights up when he looks at you

like his eyes are so soft and glassy and hazed with love(im gonna cry. why isn't he real. please i want him so bad)

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2nd a/n: guys this is literally not proofread this is such shit work like im not even processing these thoughts in my brain IM LITERALLY JUST WORD VOMITTING RN ok im done thank you for listening to my ted talk GOODNIGHT

[snootlestheangel]

Hear Me Out

Guys, just, hear me out: YouTubers/Streamers AU for COD. There was a series of posts on @cod-dump 's blog about what games are banned for the boys and I've just been thinking about this but with Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Alex where one of them is the actual streamer/gamer dude and the others just almost always play with him (maybe Roach if we went on the path that he's not actually mute, just kinda hates talking)

Retired or discharged for whatever reasons, the 141 are actually kinda happy to be living semi-normal lives. Maybe they're not all entirely civilian now, maybe Price has a position that doesn't require him to be on the field but he's still teaching/being a Captain.

But he's constantly telling the boys to find things to do to keep themselves happy. Especially Gaz and Soap, cause the military is kind of all they know, they've never had to be civilians really as adults.

Ghost is transitioning fine, and he's been a huge help for Soap, but Gaz is still kinda struggling. Eventually something happens and Alex is part of his life, but it's still not really what Gaz needs to feel "normal".

So Soap and Alex convince Gaz to start streaming/recording videos of their gaming sessions. It's a slow start, and Gaz is getting frustrated.

Until one time they play something silly but incredibly rage-inducing. It's a trending game because it's designed to pit you against your friends but is still silly nonetheless. There's one clip in particular that starts trending and becomes the reason Gaz's channel starts to take off.

The clip? Gaz yelling at Soap for something and Soap immediately just cursing him out in straight Scots only for Alex, an American, to scream into his mic as loud as humanly possible "WHAT THE FUCK IS A KILOMETER?!?!" after having been dead silent for the last 2 minutes. Why did he scream this? Not because of Soap's Scots, but because he had secretly just won the round after having lost the entire time they'd been playing.

People eat that shit up! Suddenly everyone's like "damn there's this hella attractive dude that records gameplay with his friends and they're all really funny." Everyone falls in love with Gaz's appearance first, but then they actually hear him and his friends interact and it's just trading insults and stupid jokes, acting like there's no one watching and they're suddenly kids again.

It eventually comes out that Gaz and his friends are all veterans, and despite the air around military not being the best, there's no denying that caring for veterans is a must. People slowly start to support Gaz's channel/streams, and before he knows it, he's actually got quite the following. His whole thing is about "wanting to do something to distract himself and others from the shitty aspects of life with a few laughs and some good games"

Eventually they convince Ghost to start gaming with them. It makes Gaz's popularity grow because now there's this really deep accent in the mix that's completely clueless as to what he's doing like 90% of the time (I just have this gut feeling that '22 Ghost is so fucking awful at video games) that they refer to simply as "Ghost". Suddenly, the chaos Gaz and his friends are known for increases tenfold. Ghost is flirting with all of them, Soap is arguing with him over literal couple things that come with living together, and there's a new element of really dark humor that wasn't there before (there was dark humor, just not this dark)

They're playing The Backrooms one time. They're not even in the game yet, just in the lobby. Gaz is laughing at Alex's tag for the game "MYLEG!" which is a reference to that one fish in Spongebob always yelling "my leg!" after an incident. Gaz is laughing too hard to actually explain to his viewers that, yes, Alex is an amputee. Soap starts making fun of him, as usual, and that's when it happens.

Alex: "I'll take my leg off and hit you with it, Soap, I swear to god." Soap: "I forgot you were already missing one for a second there and got real concerned." Alex: "No, Soap, I planned on removing my other leg. The one that's still attached, yeah. Just like a lil *pop noise*, ya know?" Gaz: *wheezing so hard he almost throws up*

Then they're playing this silly monster/cryptid hunter game called "A Day Out" and there's skeletons every now and then on the map. Gaz walks up to one and just starts freaking out, saying Ghost's name over and over.

Ghost, freaked out: What?? Gaz, pointing at the skeleton: Look, it's you! *cackling* Ghost, after a concerning long pause: *quietly* Nah, I'm not gonna say that Alex: SAY IT COWARD Ghost: No, that's my brother *Gaz making the most horrified face as he tries not to laugh* *Alex and Soap are losing their shit* Gaz: NAH THAT'S NOT OKAY

That clip posts and the internet looses it. I see this being the actual first video Ghost is in, so for this to be the first thing the viewers get of him, it's safe to say he's a hit. It's also never explained that Ghost does have a deceased brother, so there's just an acceptance of Ghost's skeleton brother.

There's several times where they've all gotten together and played silly games like Mario Kart when there's a bunch of them. There's the sober one and there's the drunk one, where there's so many different languages being hurled as curses at each other, Gaz gives up on captioning ANY of it.

OOOOooooooooohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! WHAT IF! Roach becomes his editor once he gets popular enough so he can spend more time playing games, solo ones when the others are working.

For a while, everyone's going crazy wanting to see what the others all look like, and sometimes (cause we're assuming the world they live in now during all this is a lot better), they're joined by Rudy or Alejandro, or both in one rare instance. Sometimes, for old times's sake, during the drunk gaming sessions, they'll call Laswell only for her to scold them. There are times they'll bully Roach who always, as the editor, changes their words from the insults to compliments. Or he definitely trolls Gaz a lot with some of the editing, and it's all around just a good time. Hence why everyone wants to know what they look like.

Then it's around the holidays after about 2 and a half years of Gaz's channel being as popular as it is. He posts a single picture on his socials with a group of people and the caption: "Love seeing the boys over the holidays."

It's such a nice photo; Alex with an arm wrapped around Gaz's shoulders, Soap and Ghost on his other side with Roach between Soap and Gaz.

And the internet has once again gone crazy. Why? Cause not only are these dudes fucking hilarious, but they're hot and taken.

Except, as they all end up teasing him about, Roach is very much still single XD

I have been watching too much YouTube lately, can y'all tell?? Haha anyways back to my hole I shall crawl

[heartfullofleeches]

New y/n idea! How about a darling streamer.... but make it galaxy? Like, their either human or alien, and their a known streamer all across the galaxy! Maybe good picks for their yandere being mono or titus since (from what I remember) their the only known yanderes in space.

Ah! Cutie Alien Darling that travels across the galaxy for new adventures, settling down on earth and starting a new life exploring the wonders the world has to offer - streaming their daily activities as a sort of video journal for themselves and anyone who's interested in their journey. Human Yan's just think they're selling a bit for the most part and it's the most adorable thing-

Mono comes across their blog and see a kindred soul as they left home for the same reasons as darling, and crushes on them hard for how their lights light up at every little thing. Speedruns their human body so they can attend conventions Darling ventures to as well and meet their idol in person. Darling would be so happy to meet another wandering soul and take them out to try their favorite foods, and show them their nick-nack collection. It takes all of Mono not to either propose on the spot or scoop them up and carry them back to their ship to explore the galaxy as the universe's power couple.

Alien would believe they're an alien 100% and sprints to any meet ups they have fully decked out in merch official or not if they haven't made any. Appoints themselves Alien Darling's guide to earth and takes them around the places they adore. Piggyback rides everywhere. Treats Alien Darling like absolute royalty and gushes like the dork he is about it's so great to finally have someone else like him on this hunk of dirt - but still keeps up the totally human act. It's also human custom to kiss your new guide and bodyguard with tongue so uh pucker up, please.

Titus watches their streams to find contestants for the arena, but falls for their bizarre, yet effective charms. Sends guards to monitor them from below while he spends weeks putting together the perfect outfit for his grand appearance. Gifts them the finest minerals from around the galaxy and offers to take them on a tour of the universe for their hand in marriage. Alien Darling gives him their favorite roll of holographic stickers and Titus moves the wedding to right then and there.

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Alien Darling: Hey, guys! Welcome to day four of cataloging my rock collection from favorite to least favorite, and showing you my absolute favorites. There is no least favorite category because I love them all so I will be presenting them from A to Z by name. This one is Aaron-

Mono: [I thought I had full grasp of the concept of love before now..... It seems I was wrong.]

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Alien: Hey! Did you know it's customary for humans to hold hands with new friends for a minimum of three hours?

Alien Darling: Oh! No, I didn't. [takes their hand] Thank you for telling me, friend :)

Alien, blushing feverishly: Never washing this hand again - Did you know we also touch lips and if anyone asks I am your boyfriend because I am a boy sometimes and we are friends.

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Titus: For you, my dear. A necklace containing a vial of my blood - the most sought after prize in all the known universe. You are welcome.

Alien Darling: Thanks! Here's a candy necklace I bought earlier. I ate a few of them already, but it's still good-

Titus, internally: Heavens- I can't not fuck them.

[monowritestoomuch]

Mono’s Pride Event: Day Four ✨💅

Day 4: Gator Boys: Bug and Gator Boys: Pride Festival!

Rating: G

Summary: What would it be like to go to a Pride Festival (old timey because yk) with your favorite Gators!

Notes: Hello and I am tired. I kinda got sick for a day (so long story short don’t eat too much sugar you do not want to suffer the consequences) and I’m back in the fucking building again. I haven’t written for this fandom since like February lol. I’m pretty excited for days 6 and 7 because I’m going to cook for those, like seriously cook. Anyways, enjoy this as I fall asleep at 2 am for the 5th time this week.

Bodie:

Say that the festival takes place in Sanctuary (ifykyk), you two are walking around looking at the brightly colored streamers in awe.

Bodie would love it, given his life hasn’t given him too much opportunity to even consider the difference of romantic affection. To him, love is just love. 

He would absolutely smile throughout it all, his smile unwavering.

Bodie would absolutely love pride events, just the serenity and freedom of being able to be yourself (especially in The Sanctuary) for yourself might just make the big guy cry (tears of joy dw he’s been through enough angst.)

Would absolutely be a big sweetheart and check up on everyone, especially you, to make sure you’re okay and not overheating and drinking enough water and eating enough. Big softie getting all worrisome. 

I imagine at old timey Pride festivals, there's an area to dance to music, with dozens of colors covering each surface. 

Bodie would spin you around in the middle of that little area, that little circle, joy swelling in his heart as he did. You two would dance for hours together, just being there. 

Oh and Timmy would bedazzle him in Pride merch. Bodie’s not coming out of there without a dozen bracelets and pride flags covering him. 

Timmy:

Let's say this also occurs in Sanctuary, 

Would absolutely be in awe of everything. The music, the lights, the decorations, the magic–the shiny crystals some of those stall vendors sell. He would buy a dozen. 

He would laugh and smile and point out all of the cool things and people. Would point at people in the crowd and compliment them out of the blue.

My guy here would get an autograph from a drag queen. He would become besties with one somehow. 

Would absolutely snag all the free pride merch and decorate himself in it. Five separate bags, 20 bracelets and three dozen pride flags later and he’s all glammed up. 

Would glam you and everyone up and support the local vendors and geek out. 

He would become best friends with other half-bloods at the festival and gain a hug train. 

Would bust a mad jig in a dance music area. 

Enjoying himself and being the most smiley guy there, he would be smiling so damn wide that his face would hurt from all the smiling by the end of the day

Absolutely gets colorful pain all over him.

Draws Pride flags on the pavement with chalk.

Marco:

He would vibe.

Pride festival in let’s say. . .Sanctuary. 

He would be quieter about it, but he would enjoy it so much. 

This man right here would purchase from the local businesses and booths.

I just know Marco would be one of those people to have an awkward interaction with a drag Queen but would enjoy meeting them he just wouldn’t know how to act.

Maria is covered in pride beads. Timmy put them on her.

Marco would wear the gear and admire the freedom of the festival. The purity without fear to love whoever you want.

Marco would also get hit on so much I’m actually betting this so much, after the first person I think he’d have some sort of revelation about it lol.

The two of you would probably go get food and sit together while painting pride flags or something.

Would be covered in pride merch by Timmy, but not a lot. Subtle stuff that makes him look stylish, but no overwhelming (because sensory ifkykyk)

Would give Maria a tiny pride flag to carry around.

Would be the one carrying the waters and food lol. Hydrate or die straight this pride season.

Taglist: @sombra7567 @aspenm00n @rozeliyawashereyall @astralbulldragon13

[lulublack90]

Prompt 29 - Blooming

@wolfstarmicrofic June 29, word count 761

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Sirius looked amazing. His resemblance to Jack Sparrow was uncanny. The thick eyeliner he’d put on made his eyes pop in a way Remus hadn’t known was possible. He wished they could just stay in the cabin so he could admire him in peace.

Sirius had helped him into his cowboy costume. He looked alright but he paled beside Sirius. Sirius seemed to like it though, because he couldn't stop touching him. 

“Damn Sev, you don’t half clean up well,” Sirius whistled as Snape emerged from the bathroom. He glowered at Sirius. “No, I mean it. You look amazing,” Sirius smiled a genuine smile. 

“Ahem,” James cleared his throat and flicked his wig's hair, making it fan out for a second before settling back down. He’d gotten his Snape outfit down to a T, but they were unsure how Snape would take it. Snape stood frozen to the spot, staring at James. He snorted and started laughing madly. 

“Oh my gods, Potter.” He gasped as he wiped the tears away that were leaking from his eyes. He walked around James, taking him in. “I think I may have a plan for a prank forming, if you’re up for it?” Snape said to them, biting his lip. 

“What do you have in mind?” James grinned, a perfect mimic of Snape’s smile, mischief dancing in his eyes. 

The dance brought together the boys and the girls camps. The girl’s camp was a couple of miles down the road and every year they came over for the annual dance. 

The main hall had been decked out with balloons and streamers, cheesy music was playing over the speakers, bringing it all together. Remus had never been to a dance, but at least he had Sirius and the others. He’d never have come if he’d been on his own. 

“Right, are we ready for operation doppelsnaper?” James clapped his hands together in anticipation. “Everybody knows their parts?” They all nodded in unison. “Alrighty then places everyone.” Peter took off for the door, waiting to alert them to Lily’s arrival, while James stood with his back to the door and Snape hid behind Remus and Sirius, stood to James’s right. 

A few minutes later, Peter signalled that Lily was entering the hall. 

“She’s here,” Sirius hissed at James. James gave a small nod and adopted a sullen posture.  

Snape kept his head low, as he peeked between their arms, watching Lily approach James from behind. 

“Sev, I thought you were getting dressed up?” She tapped James on the shoulder. He spun around and Lily screamed. 

“Hi, Evans,” He beamed at her. “Lovely to see you as always.” He bowed graciously to her. She shoved him in the chest.��

“What the fuck Potter? Why are you dressed like Severus? Isn’t it enough that you pick on him without this as well?” Lily was tiny, but apparently very strong. 

“Er, Sev, do you maybe wanna…?” Sirius trailed off. 

“Oh, no, this is going to be hilarious.” Snape chuckled darkly from behind them. 

“Severus,” Remus pleaded. 

“Oh, alright. When did you guys get so boring? Lily!” He called out to her, pushing through Remus and Sirius.

“Twat,” Sirius chuckled at Snape’s back. Snape shot two fingers up at him over his shoulder as he went to save James from the irate redhead. “Blooming mental that one,” Sirius said, tilting his head at Lily. “Very protective of her friends and she totally hates James.” Before Sirius could say any more, the opening vocals to Cotton Eye Joe blasted out of the speakers. 

“Yes, Remus, this is what your costume was made for.” Sirius smiled a face-spitting grin and dragged Remus to where the other dancers were dancing. “Dance cowboy,” Sirius demanded, letting his hands fall to Remus’s hips and dance along to the fast beat.

As the night progressed, slower songs played and Remus spent a very pleasant time with his head leaning on Sirius’s shoulder as they gently swayed to the music. 

“I wish this wouldn’t end,” He said quietly, so only Sirius could hear him. 

“Me too, sweetheart. But this is only the beginning. I meant it when I said this was more than a camp fling. I refuse to give you up Remus Lupin. You’re mine now and I intend to keep you,” Remus felt the love in those words. He lifted his head from Sirius’s shoulder and captured his lips, pouring everything he had into that kiss, telling Sirius how he felt as they moved around the dance floor with eyes for no one but each other. 

Final part

[mikuni14]

Heesu in Class 2

My opinion on this series is known, because I've never hidden it 😉 but there's something that still bothers me, which I want to address - namely, how dismissive and truly disrespectful this series is towards queer issues. I'll tell you what particularly baffled me:

first of all, if they took on a BL manhwa, why is the BL plot ultimately so marginalized, why did they introduce a straight plot that didn't exist in the original, which dominated the whole story? It's offensive no matter how you look at it. If they wanted to make a series about two couples - het and gay, they could have either invented the entire series from scratch (the plot was very simple, even banal, they wouldn't have had to try hard). OR, they could have made a series based on straight manhwa, of which there are tons, and added a BL subplot!

the series is literally called Heesu in Class 2, but is the series really about him? We know a lot about Chan Yeong, who is constantly shown, has a lot of plots: romantic, friendship, domestic, his hobbies, then there's Heesu, we know the most about his vibrant love life, family and hobby, after them there's JiYu with her interesting life as a good student, artist, aspiring singer and her love life, and only after them there's Seung Won, about whom we know that he's some serious dude, has two moms and is in love with Heesu. NOTHING ELSE. The series didn't make any effort to show these 4 characters equally, not to mention that it didn't focus on the two gays, who as I understand it are the main characters in the original. Ha! The series didn't even focus on the guy from its own title lol

when you look at this series with an objective eye, without emotions, its plot can be reduced to: the main character - a perfect guy, handsome, liked, good at everything, popular with girls but indifferent to his status, meets a girl, you know, supposedly "not like the other girls", but who is also perfect, pretty, good at everything and indifferent to her status. And the classic: they fall in love. But! The main character has a closest friend who has a crush on him. And this friend notices the budding feelings and tries to stop them, mixing in a random guy who turns out to be a friend of the main character's love interest. Of course, this doesn't work, because the love of the main characters CANNOT be threatened by anything, but the series ends well because the friend of the main male character falls in love with the friend of the main female character, who accidentally had a crush on them all the time and everything is good 🥳 This friend of the main character could be a boy or a girl and everything would look the same, but they would still be just a supporting character. And that's Heesu. The character in the title of the series - is a supporting character who gets a consolation prize in the end

The series also shows the straight couple in a very positive light, their relationship has nice scenes, beautiful camera shots (that run through the city, meeting on the street under the moon), they both support and help each other, have little adventures. On the other hand, Heesu is shown as a manipulator trying to break up the sacred union between a woman and a man, and Seung Won lies and pretends and persuades the woman to hide her sacred union with a man. Both Heesu and Seung Won lie, have some hidden agendas, are false, pretend, hide their true intentions - like, you literally just have to turn on some random homophobic streamer and hear that "gays are false and a threat to real family and normal relationships". Why do Chan Yeong and JiYu have a "normal" development of their relationship based on honesty and "ordinariness", while Heesu and Seung Won literally don't have this until the last scene? And you can't blame it on the fact that they are gay, and they have it "harder", because none of their lies and manipulation and pretending have anything to do with them being gay, only with them being selfish and their own motivations and desires

Heesu first has a crush on the boy closest to him, who shows him constant interest and closeness. When it finally dawns on him that nothing will come of it, Heesu doesn't grieve his unrequited, hopeless love, but immediately transfers his crush to another close boy who shows him his attention and intimacy. Compared to the straight couple who treat their love "seriously and exclusively", Heesu is shown as if he is running after guys, it is enough for him that they are nice to him. And in romances, easily changing the objects of affection is not received in a positive way. New love - yes, but with a transition period, with "difficulty", with healing a broken heart with a new love. Heesu fell out of old love and fell in new love within a few steps down the hill lol. Do I need to remind you of the homophobic belief that same-sex love is fickle and therefore not real?

Heesu only comes out to only one sister (fortunately in a very nice scene) and to his only one friend (a terrible scene, the friend is a complete asshole, which the series doesn't address in any way, by showing the gay person as someone who is (should be?) grateful that his friend is still there for him even after what the gay "did to him" 😬 ) The other sisters don't need to know, the other friend doesn't deserve to find out such an important thing about Heesu (which is not surprising, seeing how they treat him). Seung Won doesn't come out to his moms. Do they even know about his orientation? And how are they going to hide their relationship at school? Is this even matter to them?

Seung Won has no problem with the school knowing about his moms, but he has a problem with his relationship being known. Or he doesn't? We don't know! I think it should be discussed what he is afraid of, whether he is afraid, how he approached it, whether he talked about it with Heesu. Even in the fun little series I watched recently, like Summer Indigo or Match Play, the characters talk about the reception of their relationship by society, and this supposedly profound queer series didn't bother to give even one scene about this important aspect of queer relationships? They could have cut one of the zillion scenes on the tennis court and given something that is important to Heesu and his boyfriend. But lets be real, is there anything more important in this series than the sports ambitions of the main character? Be serious guys, don't ask too much 😆

That's why I apologize, but respectfully, I will never agree with the opinion that this series is a good representation of queer media. Gays in this series are shown in a very negative light as dishonest, manipulative, amorous, easily changing the objects of affection people whose story was taken from the original BL manhwa to make them side characters for the main straight couple, that is shown in a positive way and have a better story. Many issues important to lgbt people are treated briefly and carelessly, or even dismissed, such as homophobia, coming outs, being out, having a crush on your straight best friend, and all the fears and doubts related to it, heartbreak due to unrequited love - especially first love. If the series wanted to show gays to the mainstream audience, then it is not a particularly positive image, and I do not see any sensitivity or respect for their issues.

Edit because I forgot something: and why is it only the gay couple that has a gross scene with a poop joke and toilet smells? Why is it that the straight couple have a lot of scenes when they're a couple and are cute and in love, but the gay couple, when they're a couple, only have a few - and they still somehow get in a gross joke instead of giving them a sweet or meaningful moment? Don't you think it's a little weird?

[judgementdayslittle]

hi babyy so i was wondering if i could get a black reader x judgement day relationship and its my birthday week and i traveled to my home country and they wouldnt be able to come with and i started to have separation anxiety and we barley talked or anything so i spent most my time doing my hair and nails and just pampering myself and the day before my birthday i came home but no one was there or anything and i spent the night alone and the next morning i dont know you can add your own ending you have FULLL creative control thank you babes🤎

Sorry this took so long to get to! I'm a bit behind on headcanons, but I'll get them done ASAP!

-Your had missed your caregivers and Dom so much while you were away, and a part of you worried they didn't miss you as much, if at all.

-They weren't able to call and text much, though you were in a whole different timezone.

-You spend the week pampering yourself. Doing your hair, nails, etc, making you look all pretty!

-But it was mainly to help distract yourself while you were away

-It also was stressful because you couldn't regress while you were away, so it was kind of bottled up inside.

-The night before your birthday, you came home. Hoping to see your loving caregivers and your little friend on the couch ready to cuddle. Or in the kitchen making dinner.

-But they were nowhere to be found in the house.

-Your couldn't help yourself anymore. You slip into little space. Curling up on the couch and crying out for your Dada, Mami, and Papi.

-Did they forget about you? Do they no love you no more?!

-Your cried so hard, you ended up falling asleep on the couch.

-At nearly midnight, the first door opens. The Judgement Day and holding all sorts of bags as they enter the home

-When they see you on the couch, they froze. Weren't you supposed to be home tomorrow?

-Mami dropped her bags and came up to you. Looking at your tried tear marks, her heartbroke

-The thought of their little coming home all alone to an empty house broke their hearts.

-Mami picked you up and brought you to bed with her. Holding you tightly as the boys got everything prepared for tomorrow.

-When you wake up the next day, you find that you're now in Mami's room. And next to you if Mami, cuddling you tight!

-"Well there's our sleepy little birthday baby." She said before giving you a kiss on the tip of your nose.

-Before you could react, she picks you up and carries you downstairs.

-There the whole house is decorated! Balloons, streamers, and Dada, Papi, and Dom are wearing party hats!

-They apologize for not being there when you got home last night, but they promise to make it up to you!

-That day, you get to do whatever you want!

-As you guys cuddle on the couch, they all pretty much refuse to let you go.

-And that's when you know that they missed you as much as you missed them

[kalliyen]

Hii I saw your scaramouche streamer and I really liked it! Can I request a kazuha streamer fluff?

My No. 1 ❤️

Pairing: Streamer!Kaedehara Kazuha x GN!Reader

Featuring: Kaedehara Kazuha, Xiao & Shikanoin Heizou

Genre: Modern AU, Mutual pinning (their both down bad frfr), Extremely fluffy

Summary: being a big fan of one of your classmates who happens to be a streamer (and your crush) appears to have both its up’s and downs

Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them

Warning: probably cringe dude i haven’t written in so long

Disclaimer: ⚠️ ONLY A WORK OF FICTION!

When you found out your favorite streamer would be your classmate for your classic literature class in high school, you were both nervous and ecstatic.

Of course, you didn’t tell the man himself you were a big fan of his face work, but it didn’t matter.

You decided to get close to him cause why the heck not, am I right? Kazuha seemed like a very sweet guy in his streams so that must correlate into real life, no?

Well it did. And soon after you found yourself falling for the man more and more, not that you didn’t have a crush on him already watching his streams, you already admired him then but the infatuation just seemed to grow the by the minute.

Kazuha felt the same about you, he thought you were a very charming, attractive and helpful person. He wanted to make a move, but didn’t know how cause his friend, Xiao, a fellow streamer, insists that he has ‘Zero rizz’, which his fans beg to differ.

How was he going to ask you out?

Apparently in Kazuha’s big smooth brain, asking his chat was a good idea on how to get the person he likes.

If only he knew he already had you wrapped around his finger.

Without fail, you were watching the stream, because heaven forbid you miss one, it would actually crush your soul not to look at his beautiful face. (though you stare at him in class, he pretends not to noice but def does, shhh)

You have to admit, you were feeling a bit jealous who could this mystery person he’s been pinning on be, but you thought it be best not to pry into his private life like a good viewer.

One chatter decided to ask Kazuha to described what they look like to them, and Kazuha was more than happy to indulge his fans.

“Well…they have [e/c] eyes that I could get lost into for hours, soft hands that I brushed into once and swear I wanted to hold them forever, and a smile that just melts my heart….” he says with a dreamy sigh at the end.

His chat audibly cringes at how love sick he’s being right now, and even his friends Heizou and Xiao who were with him audibly made faces in disgust.

“What a loser, get outta here lover boy!” Heizou said with a grimace, while Xiao was still making faces of disgust, going as far as doing a fake vomit.

You could only smile to yourself, sure your felt your heart strings tug a bit but you were happy that Kazuha was happy. And that’s all that mattered to you.

Kazuha rolled his eyes which landed on his chat, and he read one message that said “You should probably tell them how you feel, you never know if they like you back until you try!”

He softly smiled and the chatter, thankful that they gave actual advice and not just mocked him into an oblivion.

Who could that faithful chatter be?

Kazuha decided to shoot his shot the next day, that’s how you know he meant business.

He planned it all out in his head last night, how he was gonna romantically tell you his feelings after classes, walk you home and maybe, if he’s lucky, a kiss or two will get involved.

Apparently that day, luck was not on his side. Or so he thought.

The whole day you were extremely busy, even in the classes you shared together you barely had the chance to talk to him, much less had the chance to romantically confess to you.

Truth is, you purposely kept yourself busy, looking at him just made your heart ache, you know that you had no business in his private life, but you couldn’t help but feel a little tug at your heart when you know the person he’s been pinning over couldn’t be you.

Eventually, Kazuha got tired of this cat and mouse game and decided to tell you head on how you made him feel. Whether you were busy or not.

Apparently he thought the time to confess with you was when you were both alone, in the classroom….cleaning.

You tried to get your work finished and over with so you don’t have to stay in his presence any longer, but he just found ways to keep you there with him.

You finally acknowledged his presence when he wouldn’t stop bumping his broom with yours.

“What is it Kazuha? I’m trying to finish my work here.” You say, a little irked at the man.

Now or never, Kazuha thought.

“Y/N, I want to tell you how i feel about you, specifically…You make me feel things i’ve never felt before, and you make my stomach erupt into a bunch of butterflies. What i’m trying to say is that…I really like you, and your personality…would you,,,,like to go out with me sometime?”

You stood there, stunned, he? liked you? you were the one he was talking about in his stream?

Kazuha took your silence as a bad sign and apologized, head tilted down in disappointment. You were quick to cup his cheeks and assure him that you like him as well, you were just surprised is all.

“Surprised? Why would you be surprised?” He asked confusedly blinking up at you through his long lashes.

“I didn’t expect the person you were taking about in your stream yesterday was me…” You said a sheepish look on your face.

That definitely caught the man’s attention, immediately looking up at you, face getting even redder if that was possible.

“Y-you, watch my streams?” “Yeah I really enjoy them! I guess I’m your No. 1 fan huh?”

“My No.1 fan huh…I like the sound of that..” He says, cupping your cheeks this time, confidence seeping into him.

He gave you a peck on the cheek, a peck on the forehead, and then a peck on the lips.

He was glad he took that chatters advice and shoot his shot.

[starryqueen-18]

The Origami King and His Pet Doggo Stapler

(Quick note I wrote the 2 stories on amino app, one of them is inspired by a cool pal on amino app)

I hope you guys enjoy and stay safe and kawaiii

*at the Beach*

Olly: *building a sand castle*

Stapler: *gathers the shells to Olly*

Olly: *adds the seaweed*

Stapler: *gives Olly the shells*

Olly: thanks Stapler *adds the shells* almost done

Stapler: *barks*

Olly: *puts a flag on top*

*sand castle is complete*

Olly: yay we did it!

Stapler: *licks Olly*

Olly: aw *giggling* thanks stapler*

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Olly and Stapler: *playing in the snow*

Olly: This is fun!

Stapler: *bark bark*

*they see tape chillin(joke drums)*

Olly: I got an idea *whispers to stapler*

Stapler: *agrees*

Tape: ah nothing like a chilaxing day just sipping on this hot cocoa, like a MAN! *flexing while sipping his cocoa*

Olly and stapler are hiding while gathering snowballs*

Olly: really?

Stapler: bark!

Olly and Stapler: *throws snowballs at tape*

Tape: AHH HEY! KNOCK IT OFF!!

Olly: *giggling* no *throws more snowballs*

Tape: *screams then leaves*

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*after Mario defeated stapler*

Stapler: *whines in pain*

Olly: *comes in and sees mario* hmph still alive?

Stapler: *barks in pain*

Olly: *gasps* STAPLER!!!!!!!! *runs to stapler doggo* what happen?! who did this to you?!

Stapler: *whines*

Olly: shh it's ok, boy *hugs stapler* I'm here, please don't leave me.

Stapler: *weak barks* (translation: I wuv you)

Olly: *starts to cry* I love you too stapler.

Stapler: *suddenly start to glow and then OOF!! but he left out a bit of a staple*

Olly: *his cries suddenly changed to sobbing* STAPLER!!!!!!!!!!!! *sobbing*

Olivia: ...brother?

Olly: ...you....you...

Olivia: Olly?

Olly: *his body and hands glows with purple auora, his eyes filled and glow with rage* you'll pay for this, Mario! *grows a sword hands* AND ALL OF YOU!!!!!!!!

Mario: *gets his stance on*

Olivia: ....

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Olly: *playing dress up with his toys* tada what do you think?

*the toys just standing stiil while holding all 10 signs*

Stapler: *pulls out a 100 sign* bark!

Olly: yay! me!

Stapler: *goes and licks Olly*

Olly: *giggling* aww thank you!!

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*twas a winter night*

Olly: *sleeping*

Stapler: *goes in Olly's room and sleeps on his bed whinning*

Olly: *wakes up and sees stapler* aww are you ok?

Stapler: *whines*

Olly: *hugs stapler* there there.

Stapler: *calms down* bark

Olly: it's ok stapler.

Stapler: *falls asleep*

Olly: *falls asleep also* goodnight stapler.

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*thunderstorm*

Olly: *feels scared* why did have to be so rainy

*lightning and thunder slashes*

Olly: *screams and hides in stapler's room*

Stapler: ?! bark?

Olly: stapler, I'm scared, the thunder is soo loud and scary.

*thunder bangs louder*

Olly: *sobs*

Stapler: *hugs Olly*

Olly: *sniffs and hugs stapler tightly* please make it go away?

Stapler: *hugs Olly tighter*

*a few hours later*

Olivai: *comes in* Olly? are you in- *gasps* aww

Me: Olivia, did you find Olly ye- *gasp* Aahh kawaiiii!!!!

*Stapler and Olly are asleep together, like the King and his ....uh Stapler doggo*

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*at the outside of the castle*

Olly: ok Stapler, wanna play fetch?

Stapler: *barks in excitement*

Olly: ok, *throws the stick* get the stick boy.

Stapler: *runs off to get the stick but when he returned he bought an actual log of a tree*

Olly: *gasps* Good boy *pats Stapler* yes you are, yes you are.

Stapler: *barks*

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Olly: I AM SO ANGRY, I CANNOT BELIEVE MARIO AND MY SISTER TOOK DOWN MY STREAMERS *growls* I'm so angry I could just *so angry he was about to turn into a giant*

Stapler: *licks Olly*

Olly: *looks at Stapler and suddenly starts to calm down*

Stapler: *smiles and licks Olly*

Olly: *giggling* thank you Stapler *hugs the doggo* I really needed that.

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*Midnight*

Olly: *having a bad dream* no, go away!

Stapler: *sees Olly having a nightmare and feels concern*

Olly: *wakes up breathing* .... *starts to cry from the nightmare*

Stapler: *whimpers*

Olly: *hears Stapler's whimpers* ? Stapler?

Stapler: *whimpers and goes on the bed with Olly*

Olly: aww *pets Stapler* I'm ok Stapler, just a very bad dream.

Stapler: *licks Olly*

Olly: *giggling* Ok, Ok boy I'm better now. *yawns and goes back to sleep*

Stapler: *sleeps with Olly*

Olly: *hugs Stapler, smiling* good doggy *falls asleep*

The End