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in which you and your best friend of many years start dating, causing awkward tension between the two of you due to the new title.

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . nicholas wang x fem!reader | 1,269 words. | fluff, new relationship, kissing, skinship, boyfriend!nico

you and nicholas had been best friends for as long as you could remember.

he knew all your weird habits, your laugh, the way you’d crinkle your nose when you were concentrating.

every embarrassing moment of your life had happened with him either cheering you on or laughing at you afterward.

but now, things were drastically different—things had changed in a way that made it feel like you were meeting him all over again, only this time with a fluttering in your chest that hadn’t been there before.

the two of you had crossed that invisible line between friendship and something more, and it was all so weirdly new.

the kind of new that made your heart race whenever he looked at you a second longer than usual, or when his fingers brushed yours by accident.

the kind of new that made you forget how to act around him.

it was silly, really, considering this was nicholas—he’d seen you at your messiest, your silliest, your most real self—and yet now, with every little thing between you feeling heightened, it was like you were on some sort of invisible tightrope.

tonight was the perfect example. you were at his apartment, a familiar place where you’d spent countless nights before.

it was supposed to be like old times—the two of you curled up on the couch, some random movie on in the background, a bowl of popcorn between you. just two friends enjoying a movie night together.

but instead, both of you were sitting a little too far apart.

the popcorn bowl was nearly empty, but neither of you dared to reach for the last few pieces.

the silence was comfortable but tinged with this somewhat strange awareness.

your knees were close enough to touch if either of you shifted just slightly, and you found yourself too aware of every time he glanced over at you.

you caught his eye once, and for a second, his gaze softened, his lips curving into a gentle smile that made your heart flutter.

but then he quickly looked away, clearing his throat, and you did the same, focusing on some random scene in the movie you weren’t even paying attention to.

the tension in the air was thick, and you could almost laugh at how strange it felt—this was nicholas, your best friend, and here you were, both acting like it was your first time in a relationship.

eventually, the movie ended, leaving you both in a silence that felt louder than anything else.

nicholas reached over to grab the remote, his hand brushing yours, and you felt a warmth rush to your cheeks at the simple touch.

he paused, his fingers lingering against yours for just a second too long before pulling back.

“you know,” he said softly, his voice barely breaking the quiet, “it’s weird, isn’t it?”

you turned to look at him, your heart pounding. “what is?”

“this,” he murmured, gesturing between the two of you. “being… like this. with you.”

you smiled, feeling your nerves settle just a little.

“yeah. i guess it is a little weird.” you glanced down, finding comfort in the way his fingers still rested on the couch cushion near yours, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his skin. “but it’s nice, too.”

he nodded, his gaze still on you. “i just… i never thought we’d end up here. i mean, we’ve always been close, but now…” he trailed off, looking away, the tips of his ears turning the faintest shade of pink.

you’d seen him blush before, but this was different. he looked almost vulnerable, like he was trying to piece together something he didn’t quite know how to say.

“yeah,” you whispered, not trusting yourself to say much more.

your voice felt too loud in the silence of the room, and you almost wanted to pull back, to crack a joke and bring things back to normal.

but there was something in the way he was looking at you that made you stay right where you were, letting the moment stretch out between you.

and then, slowly, like he was testing the waters, nicholas leaned a little closer.

his eyes searched yours, and you could feel his breath, warm and steady, mixing with yours in the small space between you.

your heart pounded, your own breath coming shallow, and you saw his gaze flicker down to your lips for just a fraction of a second before he looked back into your eyes, as if asking a silent question.

you nodded, feeling an excitement and nervousness swirling inside you, making your hands tremble a little as you reached up, touching his cheek.

his skin was warm beneath your fingertips, and he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before he opened them again, the warmth in his gaze sending a shiver down your spine.

he tilted his head, bringing his face closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours.

your heart was beating so fast you could feel it in your throat, and you closed your eyes, waiting, feeling the anticipation build until you were sure you’d burst from it.

and then—he stopped. you opened your eyes to find him looking at you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face, and he let out a quiet laugh.

“what?” you asked, confusion flickering in your mind as you tried to ignore the way your cheeks burned.

“just… i can’t believe i’m about to kiss you, and all i can think about is that time you had that horrendous garlic breath during your first kiss,” he said, his grin widening as he tried to stifle a laugh.

your mouth dropped open, a mix of embarrassment and amusement bubbling up in you. “nicholas! why would you bring that up now?”

he laughed, a deep, warm sound that filled the room and eased the tension that had been building all night. “i can’t help it. you told me about it right after it happened, and i just… i guess it’s something i’ll never be able to forget.”

you groaned, covering your face with your hands. “you’re actually the worst, you know that?”

nicholas gently pulled your hands away, his laughter fading into a soft, affectionate smile.

“i’m just saying, if i kiss you, i want it to be better than that,” he teased, his voice low and warm.

your heart softened, and you couldn’t help but smile back. “well, lucky for you, i didn’t eat any garlic today.”

“good,” he murmured, his voice dropping even lower as his fingers brushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

this time, he didn’t hesitate—his lips found yours in a kiss that was slow and gentle, each second drawing you closer as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

when you finally pulled away, the two of you stayed close, your foreheads touching, a quiet giddiness settling over you.

“guess it’s not that awkward anymore,” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he held you close.

you laughed, feeling like everything had finally fallen into place.

the two of you spent the rest of the night cuddled up on the couch, teasing each other about old memories, talking softly about things only the two of you knew.

year by year, moment by moment, growing up with fuma has led to the love you’ve been waiting for all along

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . murata fuma x fem!reader | 2,727 words. | fluff, kissing, lovesick fuma, bestfriend!fuma

─2006

THE FIRST TIME YOU MEET MURATA FUMA,

you’re both eight years old, and it’s the last day of second grade—it’s one of those annoyingly hot afternoons where the sun is brighter than ever, stretching shadows across the playground.

you’re sitting on the swings, your feet barely brushing the sand, when you notice a boy standing nearby, hesitating, as if unsure whether to approach.

he’s holding a miniature pokémon figure in his hands, a mini squirtle slightly chipped, and he’s staring at it with a furrowed brow.

he finally looks up and meets your gaze, and there’s something curious and open in his eyes.

“hi,” he says, his voice nervous but steady. “i’m fuma.”

you tilt your head, watching him, and he gestures to the empty swing beside you. “can i sit?”

you nod, and he sits down, gripping the rusty chains of the swing and kicking his feet off the ground in a way that feels awkward, like he’s too big for it already.

for a while, the two of you just sit, listening to the squeak of the swings and the lively chatter of the kids around you.

“i like the swings,” he finally says, his voice quiet. “it feels like i’m flying, like superman.”

you smile, feeling an instant connection to this boy with his shy smile and big dreams. “me too, but batman’s better than superman.”

from that day on, fuma becomes a constant in your life.

every day after school, he finds you on the playground, and together, you make up games, share secrets, and talk about everything from your favorite snacks to the names you’d give your future pets.

he tells you he wants to be a singer someday, his face lighting up with excitement, and you tell him that you think he’ll be amazing at it.

─2011

MIDDLE SCHOOL ARRIVES, BRINGING A LOAD OF CHANGE.

fuma’s taken up basketball.

you notice the way people seem to watch him now, like he’s someone worth paying attention to.

but even though he’s growing into himself, becoming the kind of boy who can light up a room, he’s still your best friend.

one autumn afternoon, the two of you are sitting on the grass behind the school, sharing snacks after practice.

the leaves are a vibrant mix of orange and red around you, and the air is crisp, the kind that makes you feel alive.

as you talk, he reaches over and plucks a small wildflower growing in the grass, examining it with a thoughtful expression—without a word, he hands it to you, his cheeks turning pink.

“it reminded me of you,” he says, a little shyly. “small but… strong.”

you take the flower, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest that you can’t quite place your finger on.

you press it between the pages of your notebook that night, letting it dry as a quiet reminder of that moment, a memory of a shift between you, unspoken but deeply felt.

─2014

BY HIGH SCHOOL, FUMA IS SOMEONE EVERYONE NOTICES.

suddenly, fuma is taller, and his voice has deepened.

he’s joined the basketball team and fills out his uniform in a way that turns heads—girls pass him notes in class, and he’s always surrounded by people who want to be near him, to bask in his warmth.

but even with all the attention, he never changes around you.

he’s still the boy who waits for you outside your classroom, who finds you in the crowded hallways with an easy smile.

one friday night, his basketball team throws a party to celebrate their first win, and he convinces you to go with him. not because he’s the type to party, because trust him, he’d rather be doing anything but—the house is filled with people, the music loud and the lights dim.

you feel a little out of place, but fuma stays by your side, his arm slung over your shoulder as he introduces you to his teammates, laughing and making sure you’re comfortable.

at some point, the noise becomes too much, and you slip outside for a moment to catch your breath.

you’re leaning against the porch railing, looking up at the stars, when you hear footsteps behind you.

“hey,” fuma’s voice is soft, and he’s smiling as he joins you, leaning beside you on the railing. “you okay?”

you nod, grateful for the quiet moment away from the crowd. “just needed some air.”

he watches you, his gaze warm. “thanks for coming with me. i know parties aren’t really your thing but i didn’t want to go without you.”

his words make you feel seen in a way that goes deeper than friendship, and you wonder if he can hear your heart pounding in the stillness.

for a moment, you’re both quiet, the night stretching around you, and you feel a longing settle deep in your chest. a quiet, insistent feeling that you’re almost afraid to acknowledge.

─2016

SENIOR YEAR IS A BITTERSWEET TIME.

the two of you are talking about colleges, dreams, and the future. you’ve applied to different universities, and the thought of not seeing fuma every day makes your heart ache.

one afternoon, you’re sitting in the school gym, watching as he practices with the basketball team.

he’s focused, his movements graceful and sure, and you find yourself lost in the sight of him. when practice ends, he jogs over, grinning, his hair damp with sweat.

“thanks for waiting,” he says, a little breathless, he tosses his towel over his shoulder, his smile softening as he looks at you.

“can we go somewhere?” he asks after a moment, his voice quiet.

there’s a vulnerability in his gaze that you rarely see, and you nod, letting him lead you outside.

you end up at the park, the same one where you met years ago.

sitting on the swings, just like you did when you were kids, there’s a feeling of nostalgia between you, a sense that something is ending.

“i’m going to miss this,” he murmurs, his voice soft. he looks at you, his eyes reflecting the sadness in your own.

for a moment, you feel a surge of courage, the desire to tell him everything that’s been building in your heart over the years.

but the words catch in your throat, and instead, you reach over, slipping your hand into his.

“me too,” you whisper.

─2018

UNIVERSITY IS A STRANGE AND LONELY PLACE WITHOUT FUMA.

you both try to stay in touch, texting and calling when you can, but the distance is hard, the busy schedules and new friendships creating gaps that you can’t always bridge.

but you still make time for each other, clinging to the friendship that has been your constant for so long.

one weekend, he comes to visit you. the moment you see him standing outside your dorm, that familiar, warm smile lighting up his face, it feels like coming home.

you spend the day exploring the city, eating at food stalls, wandering through bookstores, laughing and talking like no time has passed at all.

that night, you’re lying in bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dark.

fuma is beside you, his breathing steady and soft—you can feel the warmth of his body, the comfort of his presence, and you wonder if he knows how much he means to you.

in the quiet darkness, he reaches over, his hand finding yours. “you’re still my favorite person,” he whispers, his voice carrying a vulnerability that makes your heart ache.

you squeeze his hand, the words catching in your throat. “you’re mine too, fuma.”

─2022

NOW TWENTY-FOUR,

you’re both navigating the chaos of post-college life, juggling work, bills, and responsibilities.

fuma’s career is taking off, his life filled with new challenges, new dreams.

and though your paths have diverged, you still find time for each other, the bond between you as strong as ever.

one evening, he shows up at your apartment, looking exhausted and worn, the weight of his schedule pressing heavily on his shoulders.

without a word, you pull him inside, letting him sink onto the couch.

you make him tea, sitting beside him as he sips it slowly, his eyes closed in relief. “thanks for this,” he murmurs, his voice soft. “i just… needed a break.”

you reach over, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “you don’t have to do everything alone, fuma. i’m here.”

his eyes open, meeting yours, and there’s something deep and raw in his gaze, a quiet acknowledgment of everything you’ve shared over the years.

he reaches for your hand, holding it tightly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a way that feels intimate, grounding.

“i don’t know what i’d do without you,” he says, his voice thick with emotion.

and in that moment, you know that no matter where life takes you, he’ll always be a part of your story.

─2024

NOW AT TWENTY-SIX,

you’re both a little older, a little wiser, but still tethered by that bond that has carried you through every stage of life.

you’ve shared dreams, heartaches, and countless memories, and through it all, your feelings for fuma have only grown, a quiet love that’s been there all along.

one summer evening, you’re at his apartment, cooking dinner together.

the kitchen is a mess, there’s sauce spilled on the counter, the scent of garlic filling the air.

you’re laughing, both of you a little tipsy, the warmth of the wine making you feel bold.

as you sit down to eat, fuma looks at you, his expression serious, his gaze soft and steady.

“there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you, i’ve been putting it off for about a decade though,” he says jokingly, but you could hear the weight behind his words.

your heart skips a beat, and you meet his gaze, feeling the seriousness of the mood.

“i’ve… i have been in love with you for a long time,” he confesses, his voice trembling anxiously. “i didn’t know how to tell you, or even if i should. but i can’t keep it to myself anymore.”

tears fill your eyes as you reach for his hand, your fingers entwining. “i’ve been waiting for you to say that for so so long,” you whisper, your voice heavy with emotion. “i love you too, fuma.”

in that moment, every doubt, every fear melts away, leaving only the truth that’s been there all along—he’s the love you’ve been waiting for.

and as he pulls you into his arms, holding you close, you know that you’ve finally made it where you were always meant to be.

─PRESENT DAY

NOW TWENTY-SEVEN AND ALMOST TWENTY-EIGHT, LYING BESIDE FUMA IN THE EARLY MORNING LIGHT,

you feel the quiet peace that comes from being right where you’re meant to be.

the sunlight filters softly through the blinds, gentle rays fill the room and paints fuma’s face in warm, golden light.

his arm is draped over your waist, and you can feel his slow, steady breathing, his warmth seeping into you as he stirs slightly, eyes fluttering open.

he blinks, looking at you with a sleepy smile, the kind that’s just for you, a little private thing that makes your heart swell.

his hair is tousled, his face soft with sleep, and you can’t help but reach up, brushing a strand away from his forehead.

“morning,” he murmurs, his voice thick and a little raspy, but filled with a tenderness that makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“morning,” you reply, your voice just as soft.

for a moment, you both lie there in comfortable silence, simply watching each other, basking in the warmth of the morning and the quiet intimacy that fills the room.

fuma lifts his hand, gently running his thumb over your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours.

“what’s on your mind?” he asks quietly, a faint smile playing on his lips.

you smile back, feeling a warmth spread through you, a joy that’s almost too big for words. “you,” you whisper, feeling your cheeks heat up, even after all these years of knowing him.

his smile widens, a small chuckle escaping as he leans closer, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, gentle kiss that feels like a promise.

he pulls back, resting his forehead against yours, his eyes shining with that familiar, deep affection that has only grown with time.

“i really like that answer,” he murmurs, his voice a gentle murmur that echoes the countless quiet moments you’ve shared over the years.

as you lie there together, wrapped in each other’s arms, you think of everything you’ve been through, every stage of life you’ve faced side by side.

from playgrounds to high school hallways, from late-night calls in college to quiet evenings in the kitchen, your lives have been woven together in a bundle of shared moments, small joys, and unspoken promises.

fuma sighs, a contented, happy sound as he pulls you closer, his hand trailing up and down your back in a slow, comforting rhythm.

“i don’t think i ever told you this,” he says, his voice a quiet murmur. “but there was always something about you… from the very beginning. even as kids, i knew that you were going to be someone special to me. someone i couldn’t live without.”

you smile, feeling a lump form in your throat as his words sink in. you reach up, cupping his cheek, brushing your thumb along his jawline.

“i think i always knew, too,” you say softly. “you’ve been my best friend, my constant… and now my love.”

a warmth blooms between you, filling the room with a quiet kind of joy that feels both old and new, a love that’s grown through years of friendship and shared memories.

fuma presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering as he whispers, “thank you for waiting for me. for always being there.”

you close your eyes, leaning into his touch, your heart swelling with a happiness that feels almost overwhelming.

“you were worth the wait, fuma,” you murmur, feeling the truth of those words settle around you like a warm blanket.

the two of you stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, letting the quiet morning stretch around you.

it’s a moment that feels suspended in time, a snapshot of a love that’s been years in the making, built on a foundation of trust and friendship.

eventually, you both shift, moving closer. your gaze is soft as you studied his face.

“what do you say we make breakfast?” you suggest, a mischievous smile on your lips.

he laughs, feeling a rush of warmth at the familiar suggestion. “as long as you don’t burn the food this time,” fuma teased, squeezing your side.

you grin, sitting up and pulling him with you. “no promises,” you say and his laughter fills the room as he pulls you out of bed and leads you to the kitchen, your hands still intertwined.

as you sit down together, sharing a simple breakfast, you realize that this—these quiet, everyday moments—are the ones you’ll cherish the most.

because after all the years of waiting, all the moments of longing and uncertainty, you’ve finally found your way to each other after all your years of knowing him.

fuma reaches across the table, his hand finding yours, his fingers warm and steady around yours.

he looks at you, his eyes filled with a quiet, enduring love that speaks of all the years you’ve shared, all the small moments that have led you here.

and in that moment, with his hand in yours and his smile lighting up the room, you know that every second of waiting was worth it.

awe take all the time you need w being active!! esp bc you’ve already written soo much for someone who only started their acc in march as well likeee ^•^ u been a busy bee feeding us 🐝

who is your favourite to write for and why? :D

love from,

💌 anon

ps i reread both your jo fics today 😞😞🙏🙏 they’re so good i weeped 🏆🏆🏆

❝ ( その中 ) . jeong jaehyun x fem!reader | 902 words. | tooth-rotting fluff, established relationship

a/n: i’ve missed him and his dimples sm :(

you push open the door gently, peeking your head in to ensure that all is clear. clear. a triumphant smile sits on your lips as you tip-toe into the bedroom you shared with your lover. there he is.

jaehyun lies asleep on the bed, warmed by the blanket you both crocheted on a sleepless night. his face sticks out from it, an adorable mess of hair with the cutest cheeks possible. a sigh escapes your lips at the sight blessing your eyes.

the mattress dips when you crawl onto it with sly resolve. he stirs in his sleep, shifting his body to face your side of the bed. your heart warms when his hands search for you, but a frown settles on his lips when he can't find you. instead, he settles for a pillow, snuggling into it.

you don't immediately go for the killer move. instead, you cast a warm smile to his figure and give feather-light pats to his hair, careful to not wake him up. then, you pat his stomach through the blanket and smile again (not like the smile ever left your face).

it wasn't midnight. rather, the sun is setting just now, casting a side of the world in a farewell glow. but your lover was knocked out in a siesta after having his stomach filled with food and love. the soft cushion of his stomach makes your smile widen.

jaehyun was firm and sturdy throughout the first months you had known him, both by soul and body. but his barriers broke down one by one and, you were introduced to a softer and more fragile version of him. and he complained (lovingly) about how his muscles were disappearing due to all the food you were feeding him.

that was years ago, and now you are sharing a home with him. and since then, you have seen multiple versions of him come and go, but one thing is sure, you love jaehyun, and you will for as long as you breathe.

you breathe in shakily and blink away the tears with a shake of your head. focus! getting distracted during a mission could be deadly. and just as you are about to proceed further, you realise something. the dimples! they are missing!

with an existential crisis in tow, you realise that he has to smile for them to appear. you slap your forehead and stare at him with a blank face. “admired me enough?”

you yelp as he pulls you down to the mattress, caging you in his arms and nuzzling his nose into your neck. you laugh, “oh, forgive this poor soul for admiring you.” you exclaim dramatically, and he giggles at your antics. a wide smile adorns his face, causing his dimples to pop out. there they are.

you decide to take the chance, leaning in to quickly kiss both of his dimples. “ha! i stole your dimples,” you announce, quickly escaping from his arms and making a run for it. but your speed would dwindle in comparison to his strength as he pulls you back to the bed.

he makes you lay on the bed, effectively caging you with his whole body now. laughter shakes the bed as he tickles you with a love-drunk smile. you turn your head away from him, avoiding his kisses “to take his dimples back.”

“no, they are mine now!” he tickles you further, and you give in. your lips melt into his kiss, and you hold his face, enjoying the softness of them. he sighs, breaks the kiss, and leans his forehead on yours. with a kiss on your nose, he lays beside you, hand intertwined with yours.

“i got them back.” he boasts his dimples and pushes out his tongue at you.

you pout and complain, “you are so greedy! at least give one to me.”

he laughs, and you smile. he shows his cheek with a faux begrudging sigh, “fine.”

you beam, eagerly kissing one of his dimples. “i have one now,” you poke at your cheek, showing him the “dimple.” jaehyun smiles at your antics, pulling you to him to shower your face with kisses. you smile too, and your cheeks hurt, but you couldn't care less.

the sun has settled by now, gleams of moonlight seep through the window, and a serene silence saturates the air. you lay on his chest as he rubs his hand up and down your back, slowly lulling you to sleep. but jaehyun, who had just woken up, is occupied with other thoughts.

“we should get married.”

your sleep dissipates, and you stare up at him with slight shock. this isn't the first time he has brought up marriage. but this time, it's different. there's assurance in his voice, and the look in his eyes tells you that he's not joking.

“if i knew that stealing your dimples would have you proposing a marriage, i would've done it long ago.” you joke, pressing a kiss to his lips. “but why? all of a sudden..” you trail, again laying on his chest. and you hear his heartbeat.

he hesitates but still answers, “i.. well. when i think of kids, i can only imagine them with your eyes and your smile.” tears well up in your eyes, and you sniff, feeling like the happiest person on earth.

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . koga yudai x fem!reader | 1,327 words. | fluff, uncle!yudai, meet-cute, strangers to?, witty banter, y/n has a nephew named ren

it was the kind of warm, lazy afternoon chiba park granted a sky clear enough to make to make sunglasses necessary, a breeze soft enough not to disturb the pages of a paperback, and just enough birdsong to make the world feel like it was humming under its breath.

yudai had slipped away from the noise of the week, peaceful and alone with his book and the sun. he chose a spot between two trees for its perfect triangle of shade, closer to the main path, and if he was being honest because it was it was within view of mother’s with toddlers passing by but not so close where’s that he’d make anyone uncomfortable.

a few pages in, he’d barely begun to care about the protagonists terrible life choices when he noticed the wobble.

more specifically: the baby wobble. that unsteady, heart-melting toddle that usually ends in giggles or grass-stained knees.

the baby, gloriously unaware of personal space, was making a beeline for yudai’s blanket. he blinked once, then twice, setting his book against his chest as the tiny human collapsed beside him.

“hi there,” yudai said, amused.

the baby babbled something that sounded that sounded vaguely threatening and sat directly on yudai’s knee.

“ren!” you called, half-jogging over. “oh god — i’m so sorry, he just started walking and thinks he owns everything.”

yudai looked up. you were slightly winded, diaper bag sliding down one arm, a frazzled sort of charm radiating off you.

“all good,” yudai said. “friendly little guy, huh?”

you scooped up ren with an apologetic smile. “sorry again. he’s got a radar for snacks and shoes.”

“no, my fault,” yudai said, smirking. “i picked this spot on purpose. didn’t want to make moms with toddlers uncomfortable.”

“well. plot twist. i’m not the mom.”

“no?”

“just the aunt. my sister and her husband are on a rare ‘pretend we’re not exhausted’ date. i volunteered.” you stared at ground like you regretted everything. “brave, stupid move.”

yudai actually laughed, an open, real sound that made ren beam.

“i get it. i’ve got a niece. i’d do anything for her. including getting sneezed on without warning.”

“well then,” you said, “you’re in luck. he’s teething again. basically a fountain of drool and regrets.”

ren drooled in support of this claim. yudai chuckled.

“can i hold him?”

“sure,” you said, already dropping down to join him on the blanket. “but i’m not joking about the drool. and he bites.”

ren flung his arms around yudai’s neck with zero hesitation and promptly drooled all over his shoulder.

yudai winced and laughed at the same time. then ren started munching on yudai’s fingers like a gummy vampire. “kid,” yudai winced again, “we just met.”

you snorted. “he moves fast.”

yudai shifted ren into his lap with the kind of practiced ease that only came from loving a small human. the baby beamed and, as foretold, bit his pinky with gummy menace.

“ow,” yudai said mildly, “strong gums.”

“sorry.” you said. “he’s like a puppy. a very cute, slightly dangerous puppy.”

“i’ve met worse.” yudai grinned. “he’s terrifying. but charming.”

a beat.

“i’m y/n, by the way,” you said, glancing at ren.

“yudai,” he replied.

ren was now patting yudai’s chest like it was a sofa he might buy. you scrambled through the bag for his toys since he clearly thinks this poor man was furniture, and tossed yudai a spare bib.

you talked. played. shared stories about nieces and nephews, vanishing baby socks, and snack pouches. you told him about ren’s obsession with opening every cabinet in the house which he shares a similar issue.

at one point, ren sat between you both, chewing on a dinosaur, making determined noises as he tried to stand and yudai helping him to his little feet.

“you’re really good with him,” you said, watching yudai balance the baby and offer a tambourine with one hand.

“thanks. i think kids are kind of magical, honestly.”

“you say that now. wait until he sneezes into your mouth.”

he grimaced. “still magical. just… gross magic.”

later, you coaxed ren into walking between you, crouched a few feet apart, arms wide. he’d lurch like a wind-up toy, collapse, reset, repeat. you clapped like it was the baby olympics.

you raised your phone to snap a picture of ren mid-squat, focusing intensely on eating a rice cracker — then froze.

“oh god — sorry, i didn’t mean to catch you in that. i didn’t even ask—”

yudai shrugged. “don’t worry. he looks like he’s solving world hunger. you’ve got to keep that.”

“you sure?”

“actually…” he pulled out a digital camera. not a phone. a real camera. “mind if i take one? you and him?”

you blinked. “uh… sure.”

you tried to smooth your clothes, fix ren’s hair, he immediately messed it up and smiled.

yudai looked at the preview and grinned. “great one. what’s your instagram? i’ll send it later.”

you gave it, trying not to overthink him asking for your your handle (not like it was your phone number, anyways), adding, “please ignore all of the baking fails and aggressively filtered sunsets.”

“can’t wait.” he scrolled. “look — that’s my niece. my favorite recent picture.”

you leaned in. “oh my god. look at her fairy wings.”

“that was her pirate princess garden party phrase.”

“icon.” you chuckled, knees almost touching. the breeze brought goosebumps to your arms. you pulled out your hoodie. you sat cross-legged, swapping more snacks and stories. he gasped when ren faceplanted in slow motion. you told him about the diaper explosion that nearly broke you.

“you’re a fun uncle.” you said.

“i try. she’s got me wrapped around her tiny little finger.”

“oh yeah? who’s cooler? uncle yudai or aunt y/n?”

he sat up straighter. “battle of the century. go on then. make your case.”

you grinned. “i crocheted plush dolls of the bluey characters.”

he clutched his chest, wounded. “strong start. but i learned how to do glitter braids. she was in a unicorn hair phase.”

“damn.” you muttered. “okay. i babysat overnight during teething week. survived on banana milk and prayers.”

“i took her to the izu teddy bear museum and voiced every bear like they were auditioning for pixar.”

you narrowed your eyes. “you’re good.”

he leaned in, smug. “i’m koga yudai.”

ren clapped like he knew he was the prize.

“how about one more.” yudai held up the camera. “the three of us.”

you moved closer. ren squirmed, slipped out of the frame. the final shot caught just the two of you, mid-laugh, eyes locked.

something passed there.

warm. unspoken.

ren then began to fuss. you checked the time and sighed.

“alright, little man. you’ve drooled on a stranger and tried to flee the premises. pretty solid afternoon.”

you stood, gathering toys and the baby with yudai’s help as well.

“thanks,” you said, “for all of this. it was nice meeting you.”

“hopefully i’ll be seeing you again. and little baby ren.” yudai says, ren babbling and clapping like he understood. “or maybe just you.” yudai adds.

you smiled big, too wide, like an idiot and tried avoiding his eyes then. “maybe.” you shrug.

yudai smirked. “great. i’ll send the photos later.”

you nodded. “see you around, yudai.”

he watched you walk away, ren waving with both hands from your hip. the sunset rays held on you a second longer than it needed to.

when you disappeared from view, yudai began to pack up as well when he reached for his book and found tucked under the blanket: one of ren’s toys.

he held it up, smiled.

you’re such a talented writer i hope u know that eeek your account deserves so much love and recognition 🤬🤬 just know i will be here to support u ☝️☝️☝️

love from,

💌 anon :,)

he’s going to make you his wife one day.

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . koga yudai x fem!reader | 1,387 words. | fluff, kissing, skinship, teasing, light banter

“you’re doing that thing again,” you say, voice soft, the kind that barely fills the quiet of your room.

yudai’s sitting at the edge of your bed, hoodie sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms, thumb absently spinning your lip balm between his fingers. the one he teased you about last week—said it smelled too sweet, like candy, then kissed you anyway and claimed he needed a second opinion.

he doesn’t look up right away. “what thing?” he asks, like he doesn’t already know.

you shift, pulling your knees up and hugging them loosely to your chest. “the staring.”

he hums, finally glancing at you. his gaze flickers, from your mouth to the slope of your shoulder to the way your blanket’s bunched around your waist. “can i not look at my girlfriend?”

“not like that,” you say, but your voice betrays you.

because it’s not just looking. it’s studying. the way his eyes trace over you like he’s trying to learn something by heart. the kind of stare that’s soft, but heavy—like he’s memorizing you in case the world decides to forget.

“you look like you’re about to cry,” he says after a moment, the teasing in his tone too gentle to sting.

“i’m not,” you murmur, even though your chest feels too tight for no reason you can explain.

he leans forward, elbows on his knees. “then why are you blushing?”

“yudai.”

“what?” he says it innocently, voice low, calm, like he doesn’t know what that tone does to you.

you frown, trying to hide the way your pulse stutters. “you’re impossible.”

he smiles at that—small, quiet. the kind of smile that doesn’t need teeth to feel warm. “you always say that,” he murmurs.

“because it’s always true.”

“and yet,” he says, reaching out, brushing the back of his fingers against your hand, “you’re still here.”

you should roll your eyes, maybe push him away and tell him he’s ridiculous. but you don’t. you just stare down at where his fingers ghost over yours, light and slow, like he’s scared he’ll break the moment if he presses too hard.

the lip balm slips from his grip and rolls to the floor, forgotten. his hand stays where it is—halfway on yours, halfway hesitant.

“y/n,” he says your name then, barely above a whisper, and it does something strange to your chest.

“what?”

he doesn’t answer right away. his thumb brushes against your skin, small movements, rhythmic, careful. his eyes find yours again, and you forget what you were going to say.

“you really do baby me, huh?” he says finally, voice dipping softer than before.

you laugh quietly. “someone has to.”

he hums. “don’t act like you don’t like it.”

“i never said i didn’t.”

he grins at that, and the sight of it makes your heart pull in ways that shouldn’t surprise you anymore but still do.

“come here,” he says.

you hesitate, pretending to think about it, but he already knows you’re giving in. you always do. you shuffle closer, knees bumping his, and he exhales, like the air between you had been holding its breath too.

he leans in until his forehead rests against yours. you can smell the faint trace of your own vanilla candle on his hoodie, the warmth of his skin seeping into you.

“you smell like cherry again,” he murmurs.

“it’s the lip balm,” you say, voice small.

“you and your lip balm,” he teases, but it’s soft, fond.

“you love it,” you whisper back.

he hums. “i love you.”

the words are quiet, almost careless, but they still land heavy between you. you don’t move. you don’t breathe.

“say that again,” you whisper, though you’re not sure why you ask.

he does, this time slower. “i. love. you.”

and you don’t reply—not because you don’t want to, but because the look on his face already tells him you feel the same.

his fingers find your jaw, light and careful, tilting your face up until your eyes meet.

“you make it too easy to say stuff like that,” he admits, and there’s something unguarded in the way he says it—like he’s realizing it as he speaks.

you smile, barely. “you make it too easy to hear it.”

he laughs under his breath, that low, familiar sound that always feels like a secret only you get to keep.

then his expression changes—still soft, but quieter now. more serious, maybe. you can tell he’s thinking about something before he even says it.

“you know,” he starts, thumb still tracing absent patterns against your jaw, “i think about it sometimes.”

you blink. “about what?”

his gaze drops to your lips, then back to your eyes. “about how i’m gonna make you my wife one day.”

you freeze. the words land like a spark, small and quiet but enough to burn through the air.

“what?”

he shrugs, like it’s nothing. “i’m serious.”

“you can’t just—say that.”

“why not?”

“because it’s—” you struggle for words. “too much.”

he smiles, the faintest curve of his mouth. “no, it’s not.”

you stare at him, trying to tell if he’s joking, but he isn’t. he’s looking at you like the thought’s been there for a while—steady, patient, waiting for the right moment to exist out loud.

“yudai..” you whisper

he tilts his head, eyes steady. “what?”

“don’t look at me like that.”

“like what?”

“like you mean it.”

he laughs softly. “but i do.”

you laugh too, because it’s easier than crying, and you shake your head. “you’re such an idiot.”

“your idiot”

you groan, half embarrassed, half entirely gone for him. “you’re unbelievable.”

“and yet,” he repeats, smiling, “you still love me.”

you roll your eyes, but the corners of your mouth betray you. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“lucky you think so,” he says, and then he kisses you.

it’s not rushed, not even close. it’s slow, like he’s testing the way your lips fit against his, like he wants to map every breath between you. his hand slides to the back of your neck, fingers caressing the back of your head, grounding you both.

you melt into it. there’s no other way to describe it.

the kiss deepens, just barely, and he exhales through his nose, a quiet sound you feel more than hear. when he finally pulls away, his lips are pink and his eyes are glassy under the lamplight.

you stay close, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling.

“you meant it?” you ask softly.

“every word,” he murmurs.

you let out a quiet, disbelieving laugh. “you’re ridiculous.”

“you love ridiculous,” he says, smiling. “it’s part of my charm.”

“your only charm.”

“wrong,” he whispers, brushing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “i have at least two.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.” another kiss, just below your jaw this time. “being yours.”

you sigh, but you’re smiling, fingers tightening in the fabric of his hoodie. “you’re such a sap.”

“and you’re stuck with me,” he says, voice barely above a breath.

you shake your head, resting your forehead against his. “yeah,” you whisper. “i think i am.”

he grins, eyes closing as he pulls you closer, wrapping you in his arms until there’s no space left between you.

outside, the rain picks up again, soft and steady. your candle flickers, shadows moving across the walls. and for a while, neither of you speak.

he traces small circles against your back with his thumb, heartbeat slow and steady against your chest.

“hey,” you mumble into the fabric of his hoodie.

“hm?”

“don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“i won’t,” he says. “you’ll see.”

and the thing is—you believe him. maybe you always have.

because loving yudai isn’t loud or grand or cinematic. it’s small. quiet. a steady heartbeat, a warm hoodie, the taste of cherry lip balm and rain.

being spider-man isn’t easy, but neither is loving him—until maki reminds you why it’s worth it.

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . hirota riki x fem!reader | 1,123 words. | oneshot, fluff, kissing, blood, injuries, spider-man!maki

here you were, pacing around your room in anxiety.

you were currently biting at your nails, each click of the clock making your heart sink lower—it’s already half past seven, and maki was supposed to meet you over an hour ago for a date.

he’s never missed a date before—not like this, anyway.

you glanced at the phone resting on your bed—no missed calls, no messages, nothing but the sickening feeling that something must’ve happened.

maki’s never been the most punctual guy, but today feels different—the anxiety of the “what ifs” start creeping into your mind, tugging at your patience and twisting them into worries.

you tried to distract yourself, picking up a book and pretending to read, but the words blur in front of you.

finally, with a frustrated sigh, you slam the book shut and lean back against your headboard.

that’s when you finally hear it—a soft tap at your window.

your heart jumps, relief flooding through you as you rush over—it’s maki, hanging onto your window ledge.

your relief quickly morphs into concern as you take in his appearance, his face is pale, with scratches dotting his cheeks, and the once-vibrant red of his spider-man suit is smeared with dirt and remnants of blood and torn in places.

one arm is held awkwardly against his side as he forces a tired smile.

“maki, oh my god…” you whisper, hurriedly unlocking the window—he stumbles in, trying to play it cool and downplaying his injuries, but you can see the wince in his eyes as he collapses onto your bed, letting out a shaky breath.

you stand there for a moment, caught between anger and worry. “do you have any idea how worried i was? you missed our date, left me waiting for hours, and you didn’t even call!”

“i know, i’m sorry,” he says, his voice a tired whisper. “things got… a little rough tonight.”

you look him over, your hands moving instinctively to check his injuries. “a little rough? maki, you look like you got hit by a train. did you even go to a hospital?”

“didn’t want to freak you out,” he mumbles, letting out a pained chuckle. “guess that didn’t work out so well, huh?”

“not even close,” you mutter, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead—your fingers linger for a second, taking in the clammy feel of his skin.

his eyes are still bright, but they’re a little glazed over, and you feel your heart clench at the sight—you’re not just mad anymore, you’re completely terrified.

“are you really okay?” you ask, your voice softer now.

he nods, wincing slightly as he adjusts himself. “yeah, just… need to chill for a few hours and i’ll be fine. you know how it is.”

you bite your lip, the anger slipping away with every second you spend watching him, he’s still maki—still your maki, trying to make you laugh even when he can barely keep his eyes open.

but you can’t shake the worry gnawing at you. “why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?” you murmur, helping him sit up so you can start pulling off the torn parts of his suit.

“i didn’t want to ruin the night,” he says softly, his hand brushing against yours. “i know how much you were looking forward to it.”

the vulnerability in his voice makes you pause, your hands freezing on his shoulder—you hadn’t even thought of that. all this time, you’d been angry at him for not showing up, but now you realize he was just as worried about letting you down.

the thought sends a warmth through you, softening your gaze as you take a seat beside him.

“you don’t have to hide these things from me, you know,” you whisper, squeezing his hand. “i’d rather be here, taking care of you, than spending the night alone wondering if something happened to you.”

maki gives you a tired, lopsided grin, his fingers brushing against yours. “guess i still have a lot to learn about also being a boyfriend, huh?”

you giggle softly, brushing a thumb over the back of his hand. “you’re doing just fine,” you say, leaning closer. your hand moves up, gently touching the bruises on his cheek as you whisper, “just… don’t make me worry like that again.”

his eyes soften as he leans into your touch, a sigh escaping his lips. “i promise,” he murmurs, his voice a whisper.

and before you know it, he’s leaning in, his forehead resting gently against yours—you can feel his breath, warm and shaky, as his hand finds its way to your waist, pulling you closer.

you’re about to scold him again for moving too quickly, but then his lips find yours, soft and sweet, and everything else fades away.

the world outside your room feels like it had stopped in time, like it’s just the two of you floating in this perfect, quiet moment.

you pull back after a second, running your fingers gently through his hair. “you need to rest,” you say, though there’s a playful tone in your voice.

“rest?” he grins, trying to feign an angry attitude. “but i just got here. you can’t kick spider-man out that fast.”

you roll your eyes, giving his shoulder a gentle shove. “spider-man, you’re lucky i’m letting you stay after making me worry like that.”

he chuckles again, wincing a little as he lies back against your pillows, but the look he gives you is nothing short of pure affection.

you pull the blanket over him, tucking it gently around his shoulders, and he gives you a small, grateful smile.

“thank you,” he whispers, his eyes drifting closed.

you settle in beside him, your fingers gently tracing circles along his arm—he leans into you, letting out a contented sigh as he drifts off, his breathing evening out.

for a moment, you let yourself get lost in the peaceful look on his face, memorizing the lines of his jaw and the soft curve of his mouth.

and as the room grows quieter, you feel your own heart settle, the worries and fears melting away as you hold him close.

you know this won’t be the last time maki comes home like this, and that the path you’ve chosen with him is far from easy.

the universe always seem to want to give jo a hint.. and maybe you, secretly, too.

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . asakura jo x fem!reader | 1,204 words. | idol!jo, fluff, slightly suggestive, established relationship, juno by sabrina carpenter

a/n: the weather is changing and i’ve once again become obsessed with this song..

side note: also thinking about making a smut version, still based on juno, but i’m not sure

it always surprised you how ordinary the days with jo could feel. you’d meet him in quiet cafés where no one paid attention, or he’d slip into your apartment late at night with a bag of convenience store snacks, shoulders hunched under his hoodie. he never looked like an idol then — he just looked like the boy who wanted to be anywhere but the spotlight. the comfort of that simplicity always disarmed you.

but underneath the everyday rhythm of your relationship, there was always this spark, a weight to the way he looked at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention. it was the kind of gaze that stripped you bare, that made your skin hum. and you weren’t oblivious — you knew what it meant, even if neither of you said it out loud.

one afternoon, you were sprawled on the couch with him, your legs tangled, the television buzzing quietly in the background. he had one arm draped lazily around your waist, his phone resting on his chest. when your playlist shuffled to juno by sabrina carpenter, his head immediately turned, a small, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“again?” he teased, though his voice was softer than usual.

you smirked. “what? it’s a good song.”

he pressed his lips together, like he was holding back a laugh. “i know what it’s about.”

you turned your head toward him, feigning innocence. “and what’s it about, then?”

jo’s ears burned red, but he didn’t look away. “you know what it’s about.”

your laughter filled the room, light and wicked, and you reached up to tug the brim of his hoodie over his eyes. he groaned, shaking it off, but his grip around your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him. there was nothing playful about the way his hand lingered at your hip, or the way his gaze settled on your lips.

“you shouldn’t listen to songs like that when i’m around,” he muttered, voice low and serious enough to make your heart stutter.

“why not?” you whispered, leaning closer.

his breath hitched, and for a long moment he didn’t answer. then, with the faintest smirk, he said, “because i might start believing you mean it.”

the silence that followed was thick, heavy with everything left unsaid. you didn’t need to spell it out. the suggestion was enough, hanging between you like static, like a secret more intimate than anything you could share in public.

you pressed your forehead against his, smiling softly. “maybe i do mean it,” you said, your voice barely audible.

he exhaled sharply, as if you’d knocked the air out of him. his lips brushed against yours in a kiss that was tender but edged with something deeper, something he usually tried to keep buried. you felt the truth of it in the way his hands trembled slightly, in the way he held you like you were the only safe thing in a world built on performance.

the song played on, and you knew it would never just be another track again. it had become a mirror, a reflection of what you both felt but rarely admitted: that your love was so consuming it made the impossible feel dangerously close to real.

the days after that couch confession felt different. it wasn’t that anything had changed on the surface — jo was still slipping into your apartment late, still texting you during his breaks with half-coherent complaints about sore muscles or funny things his members said. but there was a weight now, invisible yet impossible to ignore, hanging in the air every time you were together.

it lingered in the way his hand would hover at the small of your back before he finally let it rest there. it lived in the way you’d catch him staring at your mouth while you were talking, his expression a mix of fascination and restraint. and it pulsed most loudly when juno played, by accident or not, turning the room into a dare neither of you fully accepted nor turned away from.

one night, he came over after a brutal rehearsal. you could tell he was exhausted the second he stepped inside, shoulders slumped, hair plastered to his forehead. you pulled him onto the bed before he could protest, forcing him to lie down while you sat cross-legged beside him. he closed his eyes immediately, sighing like your mattress was the only place he could breathe.

you brushed damp strands off his face, letting your fingers linger against his skin. “rough day?”

“rough week,” he mumbled, voice muffled by the pillow. “my body hates me.”

“you should rest,” you said softly.

his lips curved into a faint smile. “i am resting.” his hand reached blindly until it found yours, holding it loosely against his chest. “only here.”

your heart tugged. he always said things like that when he was too tired to filter himself, when the idol fell away and the boy who just wanted to be loved surfaced. you squeezed his hand, debating whether to say the words that were pressing against your tongue. instead, you reached over to grab your phone, queuing up music to fill the silence.

and of course, fate had a twisted sense of humor: juno slipped into the playlist again.

you froze for half a second, glancing at jo, but his eyes were still closed. you thought maybe he hadn’t noticed — until his grip on your hand tightened, and a quiet laugh escaped him.

“you’re doing this on purpose,” he accused, voice barely audible.

“i swear i’m not,” you protested, though your grin betrayed you.

he cracked one eye open, giving you a look that was both tired and devastatingly sincere. “do you really mean it?”

the room fell silent except for the music. his question lingered there, sharp and fragile. you could pretend it was playful, brush it off like a joke, but the vulnerability in his gaze made it impossible.

you leaned down slowly, your lips hovering just above his. “what if i do?” you whispered.

for a moment, he didn’t move. then his hand slipped to your waist, pulling you down until your body pressed against his. the kiss that followed wasn’t rushed or desperate—it was slow, deliberate, every movement soaked in the weight of unspoken promises. his fingers traced the curve of your spine, his breath mingling with yours, and you knew he understood exactly what you were saying without saying it.

when you finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his eyes closed like he was holding onto the moment with everything he had.

“you’re dangerous,” he murmured, a smile ghosting his lips.

“why?” you asked, teasing, though your own heart was pounding.

“because i’d give you anything if you asked,” he admitted, and the raw honesty in his voice made your chest tighten.

life with clingybf!nico…

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . nicholas wang x fem!reader | 471 words. | domestic fluff, slice of life, established relationship, cuddling, neck kisses, soft!nico

• clingybf!nico is like a human-sized koala when it comes to sleeping. no matter how much you try to create space for yourself, he always ends up snuggling close to you, wrapping his arms around you tightly, and burying his face in the crook of your neck. it's adorable yet slightly suffocating at times, but you can't help but find comfort in his warmth.

• clingybf!nico who’s face you often wake up to find inches away from yours, his eyelashes fluttering softly against his cheeks as he sleeps peacefully. despite the urge to escape his clinginess, you can't help but smile at how adorable he looks in those moments, and you end up pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead before reluctantly extricating yourself from his embrace.

• mornings with clingybf!nico are always a struggle, especially when you have to get ready for work. no matter how many times you try to sneak out of bed quietly, he somehow senses your movement and immediately tightens his hold around you, refusing to let you go. his puppy-dog eyes and pouty lips make it nearly impossible to resist, but you know you have responsibilities to attend to.

• clingybf!nico who on particularly stubborn mornings refuses to let you get out of bed, he resorts to using his secret weapon: neck kisses. he peppers soft kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck, trailing down to your collarbone, effectively distracting you from your impending departure. it's a tactic he knows all too well, and one that never fails to make you melt into his embrace.

• clingybf!nico who’s clinginess extends beyond just the bedroom. whether you're cooking in the kitchen, watching tv on the couch, or even just walking around the house, he always finds a way to be by your side, his hand intertwined with yours or his arm draped over your shoulder. it's both endearing and slightly overwhelming, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

• clingybf!nico who knows whenever you're feeling stressed or anxious, is always there to provide comfort and support. he wraps you in his arms, pressing soothing kisses to your forehead as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear. his presence alone is enough to calm your racing thoughts and ease your worries, reminding you that you're never alone in this journey called life.

taki doesn’t realize his feelings for you until you do something about it. you don’t intend to make him want you, but, hey, you’re not complaining.

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . takayama riki x fem!reader | 778 words. | they’re baking cookies, taki calls reader “pretty,” multiple times, other than that quite fluffy i think!!!!

a/n: this is so bad but i just wanted to write something

you’ve been friends with taki since high school. although, only a few months ago did you start to realize that you honestly have some pretty deep feelings for him.

you were never one to really hide your feelings, you made jokes and sarcastic remarks about how you felt towards taki multiple times before, but usually he just brushed it off or made a flirty but clearly friendly joke back. you had even flat out told him you liked him one time, and he just replied back, “who wouldn’t like someone like me?” so, you felt he established your place pretty clearly.

until recently.

taki has always been a very affectionate guy, but recently, even more than usual. he had started to be more… clingy. it was in small ways, asking you to come over more often, letting his hand brush against yours if you both reached for something, pulling away at the last millisecond, and he even started making teasing remarks towards you. so, today you decided to confront him.

not really confront him, he wasn’t a criminal or something, but you were curious where all this clingy nature came from so suddenly. especially because it was confusing you, not being able to tell if it was just him or something else. and the last thing you wanted to do was read too much into things. today you were going over to his house, to make cookies and watch a movie, so it was all laid out for you, anyways.

you were currently working on the cookies together, music playing from taki’s speaker in the background, a playlist you remember making for him. you were busy cutting up the dough with the metal cookie-cutters you brought, which were in the shapes of flowers or butterflies.

“here, let me do it,” taki suddenly spoke up after fiddling with his phone to play the right song and connect to the bluetooth speaker. he walked over to you, gently moving you out of the way and taking the cookie-cutter from your hand. “don’t want you to get a cut on those pretty hands, do we?” he said, his voice having that signature flirty tone, although, it was too real. too genuine to just be a joke this time, the same way it had been sounding way too much recently.

“why have you been acting like that so much lately?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him suspiciously, crossing your arms across your chest.

he tilted his head at you a little bit, still cutting the cookies, a tiny smirk playing on his lips as he shrugged. “what do you mean, pretty?” he replied, feigning innocence.

you put out your hands, holding them out just like how you held his heart so tightly without either of you even realizing it. “that!!!” you pointed a finger at him. “that tone!!!”

he shrugged, letting out a soft laugh. “i don’t know what you mean, i’m just being me.”

you rolled your eyes, huffing. “you do know what i mean, because you’re smiling. you do that when you lie,” you retorted.

he couldn’t help but feel a little, tiny bit of warmth in his chest that you even noticed that. he brushed that to the side for now, though. “i can’t be affectionate with my best friend?” he asked, drawing out the words at the end. as flirty as he was, he was so stubborn to admit it when actual feelings were behind the flirty comments and nicknames.

“you know that’s not what i mean.” you replied, your voice a little more serious now, “your voice has this, like… underlying tone. like i’m the most special thing in the world.” you said, as your voice got more serious, it also got quieter. it didn’t dawn on you how it would be a little odd to talk about this so directly. implying that someone has feelings for you is… nerve wracking, especially when there’s a huge chance they could just brush it off as nothing. “knock it off.” you added at the end, your voice back to a relatively normal volume, trying to add that lightheartedness back to the conversation at hand.

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . shigeta harua x fem!reader | 463 words. | fluff, nsfw at the end, displays of affection, clingy!harua

· arm linking + holding hands

when you’re walking together outside or sitting or standing anywhere, the both of you always got your arms hooked around each other with one probably resting your head on the other’s shoulder. he also holds your hand as if he never wants to let go. loves playing with your fingers and tracing shapes or the lines of your palms. and no matter how big or small the difference (or a lack thereof) is, he just loves it.

· peppered kisses

he reserves those for when he wants to annoy you or wants your attention, peppering warm, wet kisses all over your face. they’re always sloppy and obnoxious; but sometimes he would randomly give you sweet kisses on the cheek, nose, forehead, lips, chin. you’d also grab his face with both of your hands and pepper kisses everywhere on his face because you just love to make him blush. especially when he’s doing something that you find adorable. he’s just the sweetest man in the world.

· back hugs

we collectively agree on this do we not?? no matter how tall you are i’m sure harua has the “i want you in my pocket” mentality, and vice versa. he’d wrap his his arms around your waist while he buries his face in your shoulder or rest his chin on the top of your head if you’re sitting. sometimes he’ll even place a small kiss on your back or shoulder when he hugs you. it just feels very close and personal while also being fun and playful.

· cuddles

he’s the biggest fan of cuddling you and his actions make it evident. he doesn’t have to speak, he doesn’t have to ask, from the way he lightly tugs at your sleeve and looks at you expectantly, it’s clear that he wants to snuggle with you. he loves spooning, he’s fond of being both the big spoon and the small spoon; anything is okay as long as he can feel you the closest to him and hear your heartbeat. more than holding, ruru loves being held. when you’re the one wrapping yourself around his body, the warmth from your skin sending shivers down his spine and blood rushing to his cheeks.

· hickeys

not being able to sleep, you go to your roommate for company. instead, you end up with more comfort than you hoped.

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . hirota riki x fem!reader | 874 words. | roommate!maki, fluff, comfort, roommates to ?, kind of open-ended

the night passed by achingly slow. you weren’t even sure why you were still awake. maybe the silence of your room felt too loud or maybe your brain just wouldn’t shut off. either way, you soon found yourself standing in front of maki’s door, barely knocking before pushing it open just a little.

the hallway light spilled into the once dark room, enough to catch the way he stirred under the blanket.

he rubbed his eyes slowly, squinting at you. “hm?” his voice was low, groggy.

you shifted on your feet awkwardly in the doorway, suddenly very aware that you were in shorts and an old t-shirt. “were you asleep?”

maki blinked at you again, then shook his head a little, brushing hair out of his eyes. “nah, not really…what’s up?”

you shrugged, chewing the inside of your cheek. “i just…can’t sleep. and…didn’t want to be alone.” it sounded stupid the second you said it.

but maki didn’t laugh. he just looked at you for a second, then scooted over a little and lifted the blanket up. “come here.”

your heart kind of stuttered. “are you sure?”

he nodded, already closing his eyes again. “yeah. it’s fine. it’s cold anyway.”

you hesitated for another second, then shut the door gently and padded over to the bed. the room was dark again except for the soft glow from the window, and you could hear the low hum of the fan in the corner. maki held the blanket up until you slipped in beside him, careful not to get too close. the sheets were soft and warm, smelled like clean laundry and a little bit like him.

neither of you said anything for a while. the silence was heavier, but in a good way.

then, real quiet, he mumbled, “you okay now?”

you nodded, even though he probably couldn’t see. “yeah. thanks.”

he let out a breath, like he’d been holding it. “good.”

a little while later, though, you started to drift off, the mix of the fan and maki’s steady breathing slowly lulling you. but just before you could fully succumb to sleep, you felt him shift closer. just a little, unconsciously, like he didn’t even realize he’d done it.

you froze for a second, but when you noticed how steady and deep his breathing was, you realized he was asleep. and then, just as you were about to turn away, his arm slipped around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest. it was gentle, the kind of hold that felt natural, like he did it all the time. you couldn’t help but let out a small, relieved sigh.

with his warmth, and comforting scent surrounding you, the gentle rise and fall of his chest against your back, you finally let go of all the restlessness in your head, and just let yourself sleep. it felt safe. it felt like you weren’t alone anymore.

the sunlight creeping in through the blinds was annoying, and your legs are tangled in sheets that smell too much like maki. his scent was everywhere; on the pillow, the hoodie he pulled off at some point in the middle of the night, and on you.

you shift slightly, careful not to wake him. his arm is still around your waist, heavy and limp, like he forgot you’re not supposed to be this close. but then he shifts too, his nose brushing against the back of your neck.

“you’re still here,” he mumbles, voice rough and barely awake.

“yeah,” you breathe out, not sure what else to say.

a beat passes. he hums. “that’s…cool.”

you almost laugh at how awkward it sounds, but this didn’t feel awkward, because it’s maki, and it makes your heart beat just a little faster.

“we live together,” you remind him quietly, turning your head just enough to glance at him. “where else would i go?”

“yeah, true,” he says, eyes half open, but he’s definitely more awake now. “just wasn’t sure if you’d wanna…y’know. do the walk of shame back to your own room or something.”

you raise a brow. “it’s like ten steps.”

“still counts,” he says with a crooked grin, dimples on full display, but it fades almost as fast as it appeared. he looks at you for a second too long. “you okay?”

you nod. “are you?”

“i don’t regret it,” he says, simple and honest. “i just…don’t wanna make things weird.”

you hold his gaze. “me neither.”

he sighs and flops onto his back, staring at the ceiling. “okay. then we don’t let it be weird. easy.”

“super easy,” you say, deadpan, already feeling the ache of whatever this is turning into.

he turns his head toward you again. “we probably shouldn’t make a habit of this.”

you nod. “probably.”

but neither of you move, not for a long time.

and when his fingers brush yours under the blanket a few minutes later, you don’t pull away.

jo keeps finding all of the sticky notes you’ve hidden around his room.

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . asakura jo x fem!reader | 1,077 words. | fluff, comfort, soft, found/hidden love notes, established relationship

it was just a random thursday.

the sky is sleepy, gray with soft rain, and jo is sitting cross-legged on the floor of his bedroom, sorting through a mess of old books and notebooks he has been meaning to organize for weeks. the window is cracked open just enough to let in the sound of the drizzle. his sleeves are rolled up. his hair is a little messy. his playlist is humming quietly through a speaker.

it is the kind of afternoon that feels like it is waiting for something.

he opens one of his older lyric notebooks, the spine cracked and pages worn from being carried around too often. a small yellow sticky note slips from between the pages and lands in his lap like a leaf drifting down from a tree.

he blinks.

your handwriting.

he picks it up, already smiling.

you hum when you read, and when you walk, and when you think. your heart has a melody. i think i know it by now.

his smile grows. it is small and private and entirely unable to be helped.

he doesn’t remember you giving him this note. he doesn’t even remember you touching this notebook. but he reads the poem again, and again, until he can hear your voice saying it instead of just reading the words.

he does not text you. he does not call. he just sits there for a long moment, holding it like it might fly away if he isn’t gentle.

and then he places it carefully back between the pages, where it had been hidden like a secret waiting for him.

he tells himself it is a one-time thing.

but three minutes later, he opens a dog-eared copy of a book you once borrowed from him and tucked into his shelf on your way out the door, and there it is again. a blue sticky note, wedged between chapters, creased at the corner like you had hesitated before letting it go.

you always look like you belong in someone’s favorite memory. sometimes i wonder if i am lucky enough to be one of yours.

jo does not even try to hide the way he beams.

he sits back on his heels and reads it three times. then he runs a thumb over the ink like it might smudge. like it might prove it was written just for him.

he starts finding more of them. like little stars he never noticed in the corners of his sky.

one is hidden inside his sketchbook.

you draw like you are trying to speak without sound. i wish i knew every word you are trying to say.

another is tucked into the pages of a planner he forgot to use.

you write your to-do lists in tiny boxes but your dreams never fit inside the lines. that’s what i love about you.

and not even in just his notebooks, one is found inside the pocket of the hoodie you always borrow. he throws it on when he finds it. he reaches into the pocket absentmindedly, expecting not really expecting to find another crumpled note.

this hoodie smells like you. which means it smells like comfort. which means i am keeping it forever.

he laughs out loud when he reads that one.

not a little chuckle. not just a quiet smile.

a full, head-tilted, eyes-crinkled, hopelessly endeared laugh that makes his heart feel like a balloon with too much air.

he sends you a photo of that note. just that. no explanation.

you reply with three emojis. a guilty face. a flower. a sparkly heart.

he saves every single note.

he finds a shoebox and starts placing them inside, one by one. he handles them gently, like pressed flowers. like tiny pieces of you that he wants to keep safe.

and every time he finds a new one, he falls in love a little more.

with the way you see him.

with the way you hide your love in plain sight.

with the way you are somehow always exactly where he needs you, even if you are not in the room.

it’s late when he finds what might be the last one.

he is reaching for a notebook he has not touched since fall. the kind with cracked corners and pages filled with ideas that never quite became lyrics. it falls open near the middle, and there it is.

a soft purple sticky note, folded over the edge, like a sigh. like a secret.

you probably found all of them by now. the notes i mean. you were always good at noticing things. i just wanted you to know that i love you. in the smallest ways, and the quietest corners, and the folds of every day, where nobody else ever looks.

he reads it three times.

then he presses it flat against his chest and closes his eyes.

you love him. you have always loved him. not loudly. not all at once. but in careful handwriting and sneaky hiding places and tiny, magical poems that you scattered like breadcrumbs, hoping he would follow.

he calls you that night. hoping you’re still awake.

his voice is soft, quieter than usual, but full of something warm and certain.

“how many did you leave me?” he asks.

you hum, thoughtful. “i don’t know. i stopped counting after eight.”

“i found thirteen.”

you tiredly laugh. “then maybe that’s all of them.”

he hesitates for a second, then says, “the last one said you love me.”

the silence on the other end stretches. not awkward. just full.

you swallow. “i meant it.”

he smiles, eyes warm as the candle flickering near his desk.

“good,” he whispers. “because i’ve been saving every single one. and i think you deserve a thousand more poems, written just for you.”

you pause. “from you?”

he nods, even though you cannot see it. “from me.” his voice does not shake when he says it next. “because i love you too. and i think i always have.”

your breath catches. and just like that, everything soft and slow and steady you have ever written into the world finds its way back to you, carried in the quiet of his voice, in the curve of his smile, in the gentle promise of every folded note.

❝ ( アンドチーム ) . koga yudai x fem!reader | 902 words. | domestic fluff, established relationship, comfort, playful banter, one dirty joke, implied sex at the end

it was no secret that yudai took care of his skin, from the very get-go, the first concert he ever had to perform, the night before, he stood in front of his mirror applying his face mask. even now, he was sitting on his bed, his beautiful girlfriend sat opposite him, slathering his soft skin with a layer of creamy goodness.

“yudai, stop wiggling!” you whined, trying your best to smooth out the cream all over his perfect face. yudai smiles, listening to you, but not before cheekily sticking his tongue out and licking your hand that was hovering over his lips as you applied the mask to his nose.

“agh!” you giggled, playfully slapping your annoyingly handsome boyfriend on his thigh causing him to let out a belly laugh. “god, you’re so annoying”

“you love it though” he smiles, “it’s why you’re with me” you rolled your eyes, as you worked on applying the face mask onto his forehead. you appreciated the headband yudai put on earlier, to keep his hair out of your way now that he’s grown it out.

“is this the pore cleanser one?” yudai asked, looking at you, he was just in awe of you. to him, his girl was the most beautiful person to ever grace the earth. to him, you were his everything. yudai often found himself saying that he would be lost without you, he wouldn’t know what to do. apparently, you kept his head screwed on, you grounded him and sometimes humbled him. it’s what a man needs, he’d say, someone to not only love him but to keep him sane and make sure his ego doesn’t inflate too much.

“mhm, it also calms the skin, helps any breakouts. i know you get some before a show, so this is perfect,” you told him as you finally applied the mask to his chin. you knew it’d be a good time to bring this mask out seeing as japan’s most prestigious music program was approaching. it’s a major milestone for yudai, and as his whole family would be watching the show, you knew he’d hate for a breakout to start right before.

“so thoughtful!” yudai hums softly and a smile tugs on his face as you pulled back, inspecting your work. “done?” he questions, earning a nod from you.

“all done.” you smiled. “just got to wait until it hardens now.” you added.

“whilst the mask hardens, i’ve got something else for you that i’m sure would harden up in a second,” he smirks, eyeing his own junk, and you rolled your eyes again as you realized what he’s referring to.

“god, you just had to go and ruin the moment, didn't you? you just can’t help yourself.” you tried to bite back your giggles and yudai laughs.

“it’s hard to contain myself around you, you’re my everything. you know that, right?” yudai smiles, tucking your hair behind your ear as he tugs you into his chest.

“be careful!” you warned as he ends up on his back, you now straddling him. “don’t want to ruin my masterpiece.” you spoke, referring to the face mask.

“oh no! would never want to do that, what a tragedy that would be,” sarcasm thick in yudai’s voice. it was one of the many things you loved about him; his humour. to you, yudai was the funniest man you knew, but you didn’t dare tell him that. why boost the ego of a man who already had millions of people going crazy over him any more than it already was? to you, yudai was also the sweetest, the best thing to happen to you. he came into your life and made it so much better, god what would you do without him and his humor to get you through the day?

“you’re so adorable” you whispered, your hands on his chest as you took him in, some parts of the face mask were now hardening, like the part around his nose and beneath his eyes.

“that should be my line.” yudai jokes, “but thank you, honey. you’re not too bad either.”

“you’re such a meanie.” you pout and he reaches up to carefully pull your lips towards his own. there was no doubt that some of his face mask had transferred onto your face but you didn’t mind.

“i’m only kidding sweetheart.” he says, pulling back, “i was serious before, you know that? you’re my most favorite person. sometimes, it blows my mind, like i actually found my person you know?” he ponders.

“it’s crazy, isn’t it? i’m glad to be your person, i love you so much” smiling, you leaned in for another kiss.

“i love you so much too, i’m happy to call you my person.” yudai says, gently squeezing your sides, happy that he found his lifelong companion and soulmate, happy that he knew he’d wake up to the same person by his side every day hopefully for the rest of his life, something he thought would once be impossible. you proved all his inner thoughts wrong and he couldn’t be happier.

oneshot wherein you play a little game of lies with your seatmate, heeseung. during one particularly boring lecture, however, heeseung sees this as an opportunity to confess.

❝ ( その中 ) . lee heeseung x fem!reader | 948 words. | college au, fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers

you looked as nonchalant as possible after passing the note to the person beside you. college professors are especially unforgiving with their punishments if they catch you doing something prohibited.

however, not getting caught seems to be a walk in the park now that you and your seatmate have been doing this since the school year began a few months ago.

your eyes land to the clock just right above the whiteboard. only five minutes left. you smile to yourself, making use of the remaining time to jot down the project requirements.

the poke of a pen interrupts you as heeseung slides the note back to your side of the shared desk. looking around to see that your professor is busy on his laptop, you open the note.

y/n: this topic is taking too long. tell me a lie heeseung: i don't want to be your partner for this project.

giggling quietly to yourself, you make a mental note to choose him for tomorrow's pairing. though, in all honesty, you didn't need mental notes when you're already set on having him as your partner.

the bell rings to indicate that it's time for the next subject, making that your incentive to pack up your things.

"so? can i be your partner?"

you look up to see a slightly troubled expression on heeseung’s face, leading you to wonder if he's been anxious about your response for the entirety of the class.

"of course, heeseung." you notice his facial features begin to relax upon hearing your reply. he gives you a little smile, eventually walking together with you to the last lecture.

how dreadful. you've always disliked this one subject and the professor announcing a surprise quiz made you dislike it even more.

you let out a deep sigh, trying your best to concentrate on the questions when you notice a folded paper you know all too well.

just before you reach out to open it, heeseung stops you with a whisper.

"wait."

this makes you halt mid-way, shooting him a puzzled look. why on earth would he put it there, then? does he want to tease you?

"let's finish this class first," he grins.

oh, he's definitely teasing you.

"but-!"

heeseung puts his index finger right above your lips to shush you. if you didn't have a big fat crush on the man, your stomach wouldn't be doing somersaults without permission.

if that was already too much for your poor heart to handle, he gently caresses your bottom lip with his thumb before pulling away.

"finish your quiz first, okay?" then he proceeds to smile that stupidly attractive smile of his.

damn you, lee heeseung.

this would probably be the only time you're grateful for being seated at the back of the class. that way, there were multiple students who shielded your reddened face while the culprit just grins in amusement.

after multiple mental pep talks to get yourself together, you finally turn in your sheet to the professor. it may be filled with half-assed answers, but you didn't care as you were eager to walk towards the guy waiting for you outside the classroom.

making your way to your seatmate has never been more nerve-racking and you have him to blame.

"alright, what is this all about?" you wave the folded paper in your hand whilst raising a brow.

your curiosity seems to please him as he only chuckles in response, "before that, i have something to ask."

"ask away."

heeseung then looks you straight in the eye, "can i tell you a lie?"

you nod slowly, trying to put two and two together. he's never initiated the lying game outside the class before and he's awfully nervous about doing so.

"i don't have a crush on you, y/n."

you swore your world stopped spinning after those words left his mouth. you probably took too long to register what was happening because he's instantly rambling his explanation.

"i just wanted you to know, you don't have to reciprocate my feelings if you don't feel the same way. i hope we can still be friends."

still no response from you and he was becoming frantic. was it a bad idea? were you uncomfortable? did you like someone else?

he doesn't know that you were currently trying to regain your composure because you might as well just squeal out of happiness.

"y/n, please, tell me a lie. i need to know what you're thinking."

"i... d... have a crush....too..." you mumbled incoherently, worrying heeseung even more.

he didn't know how to react, but he seems to misunderstand as he sounds almost dispirited saying 'okay'.

"no, you idiot." finally finding your voice, you speak up. "you wanted a lie, right? i don't have a crush on you, too."

heeseung felt a mixture of emotions. relief because of his confession, happy because you felt the same, and the way you said such a thing while blushing made his heart surrender.

"then... you can open the paper now."

you silently cursed at yourself, almost forgetting about it but you waste no time unfolding.

will you be my girlfriend?

the biggest smile appears on your face before you tackle heeseung in an embrace while repeatedly nodding, "yes! yes! yes!"

he wraps his arms around you, finally letting all of this sink into him. the amount of joy he feels is out of this world and he thanks you for granting him this great privilege.