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Wet Paint

IDOLiSH7 | Yukimomo | 1.2k | Teen established relationship, domestic fluff

In a quiet moment, Yuki reapplies Momo's nail polish. Getting it in his hair was not part of the plan, but what can you do?

I didn't have the time to do Re:vale week, but I wanted to write something for their anniversary! So have some sweet domestic fluff. They probably have people to do their nails for them, but I like to think they still take the time to do it themselves as a peaceful sort of ritual.

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Yuki's fingers were gentle around Momo’s wrist, the only sound the quiet shush shush of the brush as he dragged it up his nail. The intense look of focus on his face would have been funny if it hadn't been directed at Momo. Instead, all Momo could feel was the fluster of having that silver-eyed stare turned so fully on him, like in this moment, he was the only thing in the universe that mattered. Heat burned through Momo’s cheeks: a familiar response. Five years and counting and he still couldn't get used to having Yuki look at him like that.

"Stop moving, you'll ruin the coat," came Yuki's gentle voice. Chastising, only the brush in his hand and his grip on Momo’s wrist saving Momo from being poked for his impertinence.

He hadn't even noticed he was. He forced himself still, focusing on the pleasant feeling of Yuki’s hand on his and the familiar ritual of the brush. The acrid scent of acetone still tickled at his nose, lingering on balled cotton pads stained with streaks of blue and red and discarded on the coffee table. It was nearly carried away by the sweeter whisper of new polish, a scent as comforting as it was familiar. The quiet strains of string instruments drifted through the wall from next door, some classical piece that Momo didn't recognize but that he was sure Yuki would know if he bothered to ask him. It was nice though, the breezy rhythm settling into his bones just as well as any upbeat tempo.

He didn't notice the way his leg was jiggling until Yuki nudged at him again with his knee. Yuki heaved an exaggerated sigh, his hair tickling at Momo’s shin with the dramatic shake of his head. "One day you'll learn how to sit still, I'm sure. Of course, by then I'll probably be too old to actually enjoy it."

A reprieve offered, in the playfulness of his tone. Momo latched onto it, chiming a merry laugh. "Oh, come now darling, you know you love how energetic I can be!"

A wry hum was Yuki's only response, glancing up at Momo from over his hand, but he didn't protest again when Momo’s toes started to bounce in his lap.

"There, all done," Yuki said a little while after, drawing away and letting Momo take back his hand. Momo was almost sorry to see him go as his fingers slipped from him. He had half a mind to catch Yuki’s hand in his and tangle their fingers together, but it really would be a shame to ruin his fresh coat of paint. The red always looked prettier when Yuki did it.

"Foot," Yuki demanded, hand held out expectantly, and Momo stifled a laugh as he dropped his heel into his waiting grip.

A laugh that escaped when Yuki ran a playful finger up the sole of his foot. "Yuki!" The tickle jittered up Momo’s spine, toes curled to try to ward off his teasing.

"Alright, alright," Yuki relented, his fingers around Momo’s ankle becoming more purposeful. "If you kick me I'll bruise, so try to hold still."

"My darling bruises like a—" Yuki huffed, and Momo left the thought unfinished. It was too easy, really. Low hanging fruit.

But he held still as best he could as Yuki painted his toenails too, taking care not to tickle his foot any more than was strictly necessary in the process.  When the color across Momo’s toes matched his fingers, Yuki traded one foot for the other, just as diligent and focused as he repeated the process a second time.

Momo expected him to let him go when he was through, but Yuki’s thumbs stroked idly up the center of his foot instead, digging into the arch with just the right amount of pressure. "Ohhhh. That's nice..."

A low chuckled was Yuki’s only response, the nail polish set carefully aside as his fingers dug into the aching soles of Momo’s feet. Momo melted into the couch, a veritable puddle beneath Yuki’s skilled touch. His hand was firm but tender where it cupped Momo’s heel, thumbs working away at his aches and pains with the same focus he granted his song writing. Gentle fingers brushed up Momo’s ankle, ghosting over the scar there before working up to knead at his calf as well.

"You're too good to me, Yuki..."

"Just good enough," he said, trading one leg for the other. Only once he'd successfully reduced all of the muscles in Momo’s lower legs into jelly did he finally relent. He leaned in, the tender softness of his lips brushing against the top of Momo’s foot before he let it slip from his grasp.

"Yuki!"

His eyes flicked up from Momo’s toes to meet his, that usually sharp silver turned soft and warm as his lips curled into a gentle smile. The sight of him turned Momo’s heart as liquid as his muscles, that traitorous flush returning to burn through his cheeks. He really was dangerously handsome, his Yuki. His partner.

Yuki’s grip shifted, tugging Momo’s pantleg higher so he could press his lips into the curve of his ankle and higher up his shin, a line of light kisses pressed into Momo’s skin. Then to the other, his hair tugged to the side to keep from dragging through the still-tacky paint, each kiss placed with purpose and devotion.

Momo squirmed, hands rising to cover his face, but Yuki caught those too, dragging them down to plant his lips on each knuckle. He twisted them over to place a kiss in each palm, the lingering feeling of his kiss tingling up Momo’s arms even as Yuki shifted back, a self-satisfied look in his eyes. Momo’s fingers curled, as if he could hold Yuki’s kisses to him like he would his hand.

"Yuki, you—" Before Momo could even figure out what it was he'd been planning to say, Yuki was there, leaning over him to capture his lips. His mouth on Momo’s was soft but insistent, his hair falling forward to tickle against his cheek. Momo’s hands rose of their own volition to bury themselves in it, silvered threads curled around eager fingers. The fresh red of his nails stood out brightly against its silken shine, and— crap!

"Ah! Yuki! Your hair! I'm sorry!"

Yuki drew back, blinking down at Momo in surprise for a moment before he pieced together what exactly had made him so flustered this time. "Oh." Then he laughed, his gaze turning sly as he shot Momo his signature heart-stopping grin. "I guess you'll just have to help me wash it out."

"A chance to see my Yuki in the bath and to run my hands through his hair? That hardly seems like a fitting punishment at all!"

"Oh?" A coy brow lifted, his smile turning dangerous. "Are you in need of punishment?"

"No, no!" Momo said hurriedly, one small step short of a squeak. Yuki’s voice was positively wicked, calling to mind all sorts of sinful things. Coy Yuki was bad for his health. "I'd be happy to help you with that! The most happy anyone has ever been!"

Yuki’s huff of laughter was kinder. Less likely to put Momo at imminent risk of cardiac arrest. But the return of that soft smile made his heart flutter all the same. Especially when Yuki leaned forward to press his lips to the tip of Momo’s nose in a teasing kiss. "Well then good." He stood, offering Momo his hand to pull him to his feet. "And then afterwards, we can fix your nails."

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i had to make this ~ source for the audio here hope you like it

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Gaku Yaotome!

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re:vale week

day 2 - music videos (?)

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Happy birthday to my son Tamaki and me! 🎂

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that post ruined my sense of humor so now you get to see it redrawn

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finally unleashing the various i7 memes ive made over the last 3-ish years

(insp. for butts match)

#nagi syndrome so real

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Fall in fall in heart!

I don't have much to say in the readmore, please enjoy the abomination me n my bestfriend created. It was supposed to be something else but now it's this. They were also supposed to be dressed as LOVE&GAME unit but BUT it's funnier this way!!!!!!!!!! trust me!!!!!!!

BG inspired by part 2.15, same for the pose (ft. Yuki NOT Doing It and Ryo having a stiff pose (he can't pose))

#tsukumo needa watch his back yuki looks ready to put a mf in the grave

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ドラコレ

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Momo, what are you doing when someone is not feeling well? I am currently sick and need comfort :((

.::Sunohara Momose ask::.

♡

"Oh no, that's terrible! (◞‸◟；) I'll rush to the store to get some quick medicine and wrap you up in some blankets. Tea can help too if your throat is sore or stomach is upset! Don't worry, nurse Momo-chan is here to take care of you! ( •̀ ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧"

#character ask

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The Warmest Touch

Prompt: Holding hands with Mitsuki

Characters: Mitsuki Izumi, reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 1,318

A/N: Happy birthday Mikki! (Please excuse any errors my writing might have)

You stood outside your office building, aimlessly swiping on your phone as you waited for your boyfriend to come pick you up. There was a new eatery that opened in one of the nearby malls, and the two of you were eager to try it after seeing all the good reviews. 

The cool breeze blew gently towards you, accompanied with the sound of rustling leaves from the nearby trees which reflected a beautiful golden hue against the setting sun, a reminder that autumn was just around the corner. From afar you could hear the faint chirping of the birds as well as the sound of busy footsteps of others who walked past you, but all these sounds just served as white noise to you as your head was filled with nothing but thoughts about meeting your boyfriend soon. 

Maybe it was because of age, but you often found yourself lost in your own thoughts. It was mainly your mind replaying previous dates you had with Mitsuki, the way he always greeted you with the brightest smile on his face, the way his eyes lit up when he saw you from across the street and the way it seemed that his energy level doubled when he was with you. You felt giddy with happiness when you recalled the first time he slipped his hand into yours and held you close to him as the two of you navigated a crowded night market. You couldn’t help but break out into a smile at that thought. 

Your daydreaming was interrupted with the sound of your name being called by a familiar voice. Your head snapped up and turned to look towards the direction of the noise, and you immediately broke out into the widest grin.

There he was. 

At the sight of you, Mitsuki’s footsteps quickened, almost breaking out into a run as he approached you. Never once did his vibrant expression falter, he truly was the very embodiment of sunshine, and very soon you found yourself being held in his embrace, and a wave of happiness enveloped you. 

“Sorry, you probably waited for a while.” You heard him say, to which you responded by shaking your head and assuring him that you didn’t have to wait long at all. 

Naturally, Mitsuki’s hand quickly found yours and held it firmly. Once again, you were overcome with the same ecstatic feeling everytime the two of you were in contact with each other. Mitsuki always held you like you were the most precious jewel in the world - delicate but at the same time the most beautiful thing he laid his eyes on. 

Walks with Mitsuki were hardly ever quiet, he always had a lot to tell you, and likewise, you had a lot to tell him too. A conversation between you two could stem from anywhere and everywhere, and the two of you could go on for hours and hours. There was no such thing as a dull moment when you were with him. 

Very soon, the two of you reached the eating place and as expected, there was a snaking queue formed outside of the place. But Mitsuki had already called ahead to reserve a spot for the both of you, and with his hand still firmly holding yours, he gently led you inside the place, and you could feel the attention from the people in the queue being diverted to you as they whispered among themselves. 

Dating an idol was not easy, it never was. This was something that the two of you had established before even going into the relationship. There would be periods of long separation, you had to keep your profile low and dates in public spaces were difficult. Sometimes you would have fans approach you asking for your help in passing a gift to Mitsuki and sometimes you would have fans throwing nasty looks in your direction when you so much as accidentally breathe near them. 

But you wouldn’t exchange this relationship for anything else in the world. Every moment spent with Mitsuki was precious and something you hold dear to your heart. He brought out the best in you, and changed your life in the best way possible. 

The employee led the both of you to a small private room, and Mitsuki as usual, being the gentleman he is, gently ushered you to an empty seat, making sure you were all comfortable before heading to sit across from you. He did this all the time when you went out to eat even after you told him he didn't have to go through all the trouble, to which he replied saying that he wanted to treat you like a princess. 

Well, you weren't going to lie but yes, you did indeed feel like a princess with the way he treated you. 

Given the wide array of food available at the restaurant, the both of you took a while before deciding on your dinner, eventually settling on a good amount of food that was sure to fill the both of you up. And as you continued to engage in your usual chatter, the food quickly arrived at the table. 

Since the both of you loved food so much, it was only natural that you wasted no time in tucking into the delicious meal in front of you, occasionally dropping remarks about how good the food was and how you wanted to come back again to try the other dishes. 

Very quickly the two of you cleared the food on the table, but stayed behind a while longer to catch up. It was a rare moment of peace the two of you could get, and you spent it exchanging what went about your day or sometimes reminiscing about the previous dates you had. Your surroundings always seemed to slow down, yet time seemed to go by so fast during times like these. 

As the night grew deeper, the weather got colder as well. You had Mitsuki’s jacket draped over your shoulder, and once again his hand naturally found its way to yours. The usually busy park was now quiet, with many people already heading home to unwind for the day. From beside you, you could hear your boyfriend go on about the recent schedules he had with the other members. 

He was always so detailed with the stories he told you, and there was something so soothing about his voice that always made you feel at ease. Every once in a while, you could feel him adjusting his grip on your hand, his thumb slowly rubbing across your knuckles. You were glad it was already dark out, or he would have seen the blush that tinted your cheeks ever so slightly. 

Mitsuki pulled you into one more hug before the two of you had to part ways. You felt your heart drop slightly - it was going to be a while before you could see him again. But at the same time you could feel every ounce of his love for you everytime you were in his embrace, and that made it all better. 

He insisted you keep his jacket, he definitely didn’t need you feeling cold on your way home, but also because he knew how much you liked to wear his clothes so that you didn’t feel lonely. You tried not to let your sadness show on your face when you pulled away from the hug, but nothing ever escaped Mitsuki’s sharp eyes. 

Placing his hand on your head, Mitsuki broke out into a soft smile, “We’ll meet again soon my dear, I promise.”

Your hand reached out to hold his again, you just wanted to feel his touch once more. 

“Let’s meet soon Mitsuki, I love you.”

Mitsuki nodded in agreement and the two of you said your final goodbyes before leaving for your separate ways.

Throughout your journey home, the lingering touch from Mitsuki’s hand remained. 

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Hello!!!!! I like your headcanons really much. I came up with a sudden idea and want to suggest it - can you, please-please, write Yamato accidentally hurting his s/o (through words/mentally I mean ofc)? With sudden joke, not necessary comment, whatever. How he deals with consequences and so on. Thank you really much! ;w;

Nikaido Yamato x Reader :: Foggy Sight

A/N: Sorry it took so long but i was taking my time on this since it was an interesting request! also tw: angst, little comfort(?)

The pitch blackness of your room matched your mood, not having bothered to even turn the light on once you barged in and threw yourself onto the covers.

Maybe you were overreacting but, you couldn't exaggerate the sting you felt in your chest once you heard what came out of your lover's mouth a half hour ago.

Not only that, but it was in front of both of your friends as well. The casual tone of his joke made you want to crawl up into a ball and disappear, nearly regretting giving him the ammo in the first place.

What he'd say was pertaining to a topic--one you considered quite heavy- about yourself that you trusted him to keep between the two of you. Your boyfriend was sweet and understanding at the time, calming you down as it was hard for you to even talk about.

But this..just felt like a slap in that face from allowing yourself to be so vulnerable.

You weren't even angry, just betrayed. A sting in your chest forms the more your mind lingers on it.

On the other hand, Yamato's heart drops when he saw how you abruptly left the room, leaving him to the now awkward atmosphere with he and everyone else.

The thought of immediately going after you crossed his mind, but so did the guilt, prompting him to give you a moment to yourself before showing his face again.

A good five minutes pass (a full ten wouldve been far too long and might've given the wrong impression) before he excuses himself from the front room and conversation to go comfort you, or..whatever he could do to atone for what he'd said.

His presence is certainly felt by you, like a gentle, yet noticable waft as wind as the door opens. You could practically see him, head hanging slightly low.

Your name falls from his lips, not a whisper, but still cautiously. From the way you were positioned you could easily be read as being asleep, or just not wanting to be bothered. As bad as Yamato is with confrontation, either way he couldn't put this off, you were his significant other after all.

The slight shift you make under the cover, a little too intentional to be written off as in your sleep, notifies him that you heard him.

"Yamato..how could you joke about something like that.." An effort was made to keep your voice level and from quivering, showing how you really felt.

Your green haired lover bites his tongue, but physically and metaphorically.

"Well..it looked like you were laughing at first, so I thought it was fine.." He trails off, rubbing his neck. "I'm really sorry babe."

The bed shifts a little as his weight is placed on the edge of it, sitting beside you and placing a hand on your back.

Usually it'd feel comforting, but right now it felt hollow..empty. Even though you knew deep down he'd never intentionally hurt you.

You don't say anything back, unsure of what you could or even want to say back to that. He'd apologized, which you appreciated, but you were still hurting.

"..I won't do it again, promise." He lifts a leg onto the bed, a small sign he probably wasn't going to leave as soon as you thought he would; but perhaps also that he'd still exit if you wanted him to.

"..okay." It was all you could muster right now, as much as you want to believe him.

You'll still put your trust in him again.

#idolish7 #idolish7 x reader #ainana #idolish seven #i7 #nikaido yamato x reader #nikaido yamato

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Could I say hi to Gaku?? ><

:Yaotome Gaku ask:

"Yo. You don't have to be shy, I'm not gonna get mad for you wanting to say hi." He smiles. "How are you today?"

#idolish7 x reader #yaotome gaku x reader #theres no picture bc im on mobile but therell be one next time ^^ #character ask

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could you explain the character asks a little more pls? ^^'

Sure!

So you want to send an ask to Tenn (as yourself or an oc i accept both)

something like

'Hello Tenn! How's your day going?'

and the response would be

::Kujo Tenn ask::

"Hello anon. My day has been alright, just busy with work and appearances. Hopefully the other two and your days have been a little easier."

hope that summed it up!

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There was this cute thing I used to do that was in-character asks where ppl could choose a character they wanna talk to and I'd answer it with their response like a mini roleplay

I think I'll open those starting today!

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