#idolish7 hadcanons

[rabbitenn]

Haisai~ If you're up for it, would you mind sharing any headcannons for TRIGGER’s first kiss/date/confession? (Any or all of those!) Thank you in advance. ❤

LOVE WHISPER.

Because firsts were always better with him.

ft. Yaotome Gaku, Kujo Tenn, Tsunashi Ryunosuke x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

hello, anon, dear ! thank you for your request ! I decided to write a first thing of the ones you mentioned for each boy. I already wrote first kiss with tenn (you’ll find it on my masterlist, under the title ‘I’ll give you sweet memories’) and I have a request for Ryu confessing his feelings hehe so I hope you like the tropes I picked for each of them this time <3

♡ YAOTOME GAKU

First date ₊˚ ⋅

— Your first date with Gaku is guaranteed to be a total success.

— Not only are you very much in love with each other (despite both of you not quite believing it when the other’s feelings were reciprocated), but Gaku is an absolute gentleman (seriously, have you seen him? he’s a walking green flag).

— So you can be sure he spends a lot of time considering your preferences and all the ways in which he can surprise you on your first date as a couple.

— From fancy restaurants, to just driving around and admiring the scenery at night, to staying home; no matter what it is you want to do, your boyfriend will oblige.

— Knowing he enjoys driving and you want this to be a memory that matches his tastes too, you suggest you two go for a drive, and stop around some tranquil street with cute shops.

— “Alright.” He smiles, his features curving up into that cute smile you adored. A delicate kiss to your temple. “Let’s go?” Your boyfriend asks, his hand finding yours, calloused fingers intertwining with yours.

— You nod, dazed expression on your face as you stare at him with hearts in your eyes and heat on your cheeks.

— Your lover chuckles, you were too cute for his heart sometimes.

— Gaku is 100% the type to open his car’s door for you. He treats you like royalty, always. (He offers you his hand too when you have to get out of the car).

— Also, when he’s driving, he does that hot thing of backing up the car as he leans one hand on the passenger’s backrest. You can’t help but stare at the tautness of his arms, too aware of the outline of his muscles, his black t-shirt in perfect contrast with his ivory-like skin. Yeah, you’re grateful for the noise around, with how hard your heart is beating against your ribcage.

— Once you’re already walking around, Gaku adores small displays of affection. He’s always holding your hand, or keeping one of his hands on the small of your back.

— He also makes sure you’re always walking on the inner side of the sidewalk, away from the cars. The gesture alone warms your heart. You hold onto his arm, leaning your head against his side.

— Your affections make him smile, and he holds you a bit tighter.

— He insists on paying for your dinner too, no matter how much you argue that he doesn’t have to.

— And because of that, you now declare you must buy him a gift as thanks for tonight.

— Several shops line the street you’re currently walking around. You tug Gaku along by the hand, stopping by to look at the huge windows displaying the goods.

— Until you arrive at a store selling bath and home decor products.

— They have all kinds of soaps in cute shapes and colors, fairy lights, pretty frames for pictures… Nice, but not what you’re looking for right now…

— Until you finally find it.

— A section featuring multiple bath powders, in different scents, colors, and beautifully packaged. It’s perfect, your boyfriend likes collecting these!

— You end up picking three bath salts in the colors of TRIGGER for him: a white moon, a pink angel and blue waves.

— “They’re you, Tenn and Ryu.” You smile, as Gaku opens the small package, revealing the items.

— “You’re so precious, you know.” He tells you, as he leaves a tender kiss to your hair, bringing you close to his side, giving you a sideways hug.

— Oh, he’s also the type to drape his jacket over your shoulders at the first indication you may be cold. It’s gotten late, and his car is still a few minutes away even if you two walked fast, so, he can’t have you catching a cold after such a lovely night, can he? After all, this is only the first of many dates to come.

♡ KUJO TENN

Love confession ₊˚ ⋅

— Kujo Tenn is not what you’d call shy, per se. Certainly not on stage, where his smile and voice shined the brightest; and definitely not when he dropped those snarky remarks to those around him (most of the time they come out of him caring for those people but, yeah).

— However, when someone he cares about compliments him, or when it comes to you, you often can see his cheeks taking on a rather pink tint.

— To you, he was adorable in moments like these. There is just no way this boy doesn’t make your heart flutter at this point; his cute side and his charming side… it was no understatement that Tenn was the personification of perfection to anyone who set their eyes on him.

— However, you knew him deeper than that.

— You knew how caring he was towards his younger twin brother; how he never failed at offering the best performances, even at the cost of his own health; and how deeply he loved his two groupmates and closest friends.

— However, what you were very clearly failing to see was that your beloved Tenn’s feelings towards you went past platonic by now.

— It was obvious to anyone looking from the outside, though, that Tenn was quite smitten with you. His two friends especially were wishing you and their center got together already.

— “It’s frustrating to watch you two.” Gaku teases Tenn one day, with a knowing grin on the former’s face.

— “You… Shut up.” Tenn grumbles, cheeks abloom in blazing hues. “I’ll tell them, and you know it.”

— “Yeah, Gaku, don’t tease our Tenn so much.” Ryu smiles, affably, putting a hand on Tenn’s shoulder. “He’ll confess his feelings when he thinks it’s the right moment, right, Tenn?”

— Tenn stands up, pouting. “Of course I will,” he adjusts his clothes. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be off.”

— “How cute.” The other two say in unison once their younger friend is gone.

— See, it’s not that Tenn is unsure or afraid that you will reject him. It’s just, he wants the moment to be perfect for you.

— And so, he decides to invite you on a date, of sorts… Well not exactly, since you two aren’t a couple just yet…

— But anyway, he asks you to hang out at his house (obviously he makes sure Gaku and Ryu have gone out).

— It’s early evening, that time of day when the whole world seems to dye in seraphic shades of golden; the autumn sunbeams filtering in through the window warm up Tenn’s room.

— It’s comforting to be in here, with him. You can’t help but wonder what would it be like to be held by him, to fall asleep surrounded by his warmth…

— … /n], [Y/n], are you alright?” Tenn is asking you, those eyes colored like dark pink quartz concerned as he searches for your gaze.

— Neither of you two have realized yet how his hand has found yours, the sensation just right, as if it was meant to be.

— “I just… spaced out… sorry…” You utter, eyes locked with his. You know you’re staring, but you can’t look away from him.

— And truth be told, neither can he.

— Tenn’s forehead leans against yours softly, the softness of his starlit bangs brushing against your skin.

— “[Y/n]…”

— “Tenn…”

— “[Y/n], there’s something I want to tell you.” He finally whispers, both of his hands holding yours now.

— You can feel your heartbeat loud in your ears, pumping all the pent up feelings both you and him have been holding back up until now.

— “I like you, my [Y/n].” Tenn says, softly, rosy eyes level with yours. “Would you go out with me?”

— “Really?” You manage, your voice just a thread, quite not believing this is real.

— Your idol chuckles. “This is very much real.” He assures, one of his hands cradling the side of your face.

— Oh, so you said that out loud.

— You smile, sheepishly. “Yes, my Tenn, I’d be very happy to go out with you.” Your hands rest around his shoulders now.

— He leans in. The rest is history.

♡ TSUNASHI RYUNOSUKE

First kiss ₊˚ ⋅

— Contrary to the image the entertainment industry has built for him, Tsunashi Ryunosuke is quite shy and timid.

— He has to think about it a lot, before he’s ready and sure that yes, you’re okay with this; he would never do anything that made you uncomfortable, and if he ever accidentally did, he’d have a hard time forgiving himself :((

— No matter how much your lips distract him every time you call his name; or when you try his cooking; or when you two share a drink… wait, does that count as an indirect kiss?

— No, he has to focus. You aren’t even dating yet, are you? It’s true you spend all of your free time together but… well, you’re more than friends, that is for sure…

— What are you two, really, though?

— Ryu is very aware that if you two start ‘properly dating’ it will have to be in secret, he could never put in danger his friends’ careers, or his own for that matter; not to speak of all the media making up farces about it, and putting you in potential danger…

— Such are the thoughts running through his mind as he makes dinner for you two.

— “Ryu,” you call him, standing up from the couch. “There’s something on your mind, isn’t there?”

— He gulps, his grip on the spoon he was using to stir the sauce going stiff. Then he sighs, shoulders slumping slightly.

— “How can you tell?” The idol asks, those sunshine eyes of his staring at the ground in defeat.

— You chuckle. “Hey, don’t be sad now…” You guide his face to look at you. “I just knew… you were more quiet than usual, you seemed tense and were spacing out all the time… Is everything okay?”

— How is he supposed to lie to those eyes? Not when you look at him with such concern held in your gaze, one hand still lingering near his face.

— With another sigh, Ryunosuke resigns himself to just telling it like it is. It’s not like he can do anything else now, right? Besides, it wouldn't be fair to you either.

— “Yes, it has… there has been something on my mind lately, actually…”

— You lean against the kitchen counter, tenderness in your gaze as you tilt your head to one side and ask him:

“Do you need to talk about it?” You ask, delicately putting a hand over his arm, as you look up at him with concern.

— You are really making this difficult, how is he supposed to hold back? He just can’t, not when you are so caring and his heart is practically doing somersaults inside his ribcage.

— You squeeze his arm reassuringly.

“Ryu, it’s okay if it’s difficult to talk about, you don’t need to tell me… but I’ll be here to support you no matter what.”

— “I- it’s- I just…” The idol stammers. You rub his back soothingly. “[Y/n].” He finally manages, turning around to face you. “Can I kiss you?”

— You giggle, offering him a shy sideways smile.

“So that is what you had in mind?” You lean towards him, your faces mere centimeters away. “I thought you’d never ask.” You whisper in the space between, before leaning into him.

— His kiss is the gentleness of the afternoon sun in early autumn, the brightness of a blue sky criss-crossed by the reflection of sunbeams over a tranquil sea, akin to harp cords made to play only the sweetest melody.

— It’s every happy memory you’ve made together contained in a single moment.

— And neither of you wants to pull away.

— But alas, the need for oxygen forces you to separate momentarily.

— Soft laughter fills the space, as your noses brush against each other.

— Both of you crave for more already.

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[rabbitenn]

TEARS OVER.

@highcollargirl requested: can you write sogo x fem reader where mc falls ill and sogo takes care of her and they kiss at the end.

ft. Osaka Sogo x fem! reader.

cw/genre: comfort/fluff.

Thank you for requesting, this is a very soft and sweet idea ! I hope it’s to your liking <3 I’m deeply sorry it took me so long to post it…

Everything seems blurry.

With weakening steps, you try to make it to the kitchen, perhaps you’re just dehydrated.

But no, this is wrong.

Why is it so hot? And what’s this coat of cold sweat drenching your clothes?

Just a little more…

Leaning against the wall, you finally make it to the kitchen, parched lips finally tasting the insipid sweetness of cool water.

And yet, the awful sensation doesn’t dissipate.

Your breathing grows heavier, it might be best to go back to bed.

Was the room always spinning, though?

This is bad, your legs can’t hold you anymore.

The last thing you remember before blackness engulfs you is the hard wooden floor hitting your knees and a subtle lavender fragrance, wrapping itself around you in balmy waves of softness.

—

You come to in a warm lit room.

Your room.

You remember exiting it this morning, but the way back to it… it’s all blurry.

Perhaps you dreamt it in your feverish state; however, you think you remember someone holding your body, a steady heartbeat lulling you into the peaceful sleep you hadn’t known for days.

Your lashes flutter open, the purple skies outside sending in dusk light into the space.

“You are finally awake, dear.” A soothing voice greets you.

Then, you register the pleasing sensation of someone caressing your hair, their movements soothing the heat and sweat.

And when you turn towards the voice you always loved to hear sing, your gaze meets one that matches the violet clouds of the crepuscular skies.

“So…” You call him, voice still hoarse from sleep and fever.

He brushes a few unruly strands away from your eyes, his touch so delicate; a barely there brush of butterfly wings against your flushed skin.

“How are you feeling?” Your lover asks, already knowing the answer can’t really be all that good, just by seeing your lidded eyes.

You stretch a little, sitting up in bed.

“Not great, honestly.” You mumble, bringing a hand to your forehead. Your thoughts are still fuzzy, a sharp pain piercing through them in chaotic disarray.

“I expected that much.” Sogo says, a concerned smile reaching his lips.

And it must be your jumbled mind, but you think a kiss from him would make all your pain disappear.

Before you can tell your boyfriend that, though, he adds:

“You should probably lie down for now, dearest. I’ll bring you some snacks, okay?”

Truth is, the prospect of eating your favorite treats sounds very tempting right now, but you don’t want Sogo to leave.

And you are aware you’re probably being childish and whiny, but you don’t care about that right now.

Before he can get up from the bed, the idol feels a slight tug on his sweater’s sleeve.

“Stay here…” You ask, as you look up at him.

And something in the way you ask, something about your tired tone, and your eyes that you’re struggling to keep focused, tugs at your partner’s heartstrings.

He could never say no to you, after all, could he?

Lashes of moonlit hyacinth brush against his cheekbones as he graces you with one of his tender expressions.

Under warm ironed covers, he joins you, the softness of his embrace a thousand times more comforting than any blanket. To be with him is to stand beneath demure lilac skies, a spring breeze gently touching every blossom, their fragrance wafting around and towards aster hued clouds.

You nuzzle against Sogo’s chest, as his lips tenderly place a kiss to your temples.

From between fluffy blankets, you look up at him.

His lips are too tempting for your dry lips.

You need him.

But at the same time, you don’t want him getting sick too… He has important work, both for IDOLiSH7 and MEZZO.

If he couldn’t perform because of you…

Your line of thought shatters at the call of your name, his voice barely above a whisper.

So’s face is millimeters away from yours, warm breaths mingling together.

And against yours, and his, better judgment, you both lean in.

Starlight and an horizon lined in shades of amethyst collide when his lips touch yours, a starry nebula, opening the gateway into a shared parenthesis in time, dyed in morning glories.

—

The next time you open your eyes, you are in a dim lit room.

You know this room.

Its walls have witnessed the affection shared between you and the man holding you close to his chest right now, after all.

“Good morning, So.” You whisper, planting a delicate kiss to his jawline. “I love you.” Are your words, before you cuddle against him, for a few more minutes of sweet dreamy indulgence.

Your boyfriend’s kisses were certainly the best medicine.

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[rabbitenn]

Nagi, Tenn, Mitsuki and Yuki with an s/o who's feisty and quick to want to fight other people (especially when someone disses their boyfriend)?

SHINGEKI.

Shingeki. Jp. Advance/attack on the enemy.

ft. Rokuya Nagi, Kujo Tenn, Izumi Mitsuki, Yuki x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff mostly, some crack. Use of the word “girlboss” meant in a gender neutral way.

hello, nonnie ! I hope you like this <3 I’m sorry it took me so long to post it.

♡ ROKUYA NAGI

— Honestly, Nagi is your biggest hypeman.

— Obviously he wants to protect you when a fight arises (it is clear he knows more than just a little self defense. Besides, what kind of prince doesn’t gallantly defend his lover?)

— But, alas, you’re quicker than him to jump into action.

— Ice so cold it burns in flames of blue settles on your gaze the moment someone pisses you off.

— Fists out, you have no reservations about grabbing them by the collar of their shirt, your grip knuckle white, teeth clenched.

— The same excitement Nagi feels while watching anime palpable is in his wide eyed stare now as his gaze follows your moves.

— Nevertheless, he is ready to separate you from the offender.

— One, to keep you safe and unharmed in case they happen to resort to violence too. Nagi’s priority will always be your wellbeing and safety (plus, he definitely more than knows how to throw a punch).

— And second, because if you’re the first to swing your fists, you’re likely to get in trouble.

— As bubbly and carefree as the princely idol may seem, he is a smart guy and knows nothing good will come out of you picking a fight.

— But oh, if someone dares to trash-talk your boyfriend.

— Then you have already told them off, as you advance towards them ready to throw hands.

— If worse comes to worst and the other person dares to put a hand on you, though, Nagi is mad.

— Like a sub zero breeze, apparently calm. But eventual death follows the freeze.

— “Let go of my partner, please.” Your boyfriend utters, tone steely, akin to the edge of a royal longsword. His fingers close around the wrongdoer’s arm with vice-like strength.

— Because as cool as you are when you put disrespectful people in their place, and as much as Nagi would enjoy an action anime with you as the main character, he’d never forgive himself if you ever got hurt.

♡ KUJO TENN

— I mean, it’s not like Tenn can’t effortlessly roast whoever displeases him.

— We see his sassy, “or your devil” side in several occasions (remember the elevator scene? Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about).

— But when it is from your lips that venomous words come out, well, he thinks it’s kind of hot.

— And honestly, someone save whoever decides to bother you two, because you and Tenn together can be pretty scary when combined.

— Your vitriol comes out especially after Tsukumo spread rumors about TRIGGER. Whoever dares to speak an ill word towards your boyfriend is screwed.

— Your gaze turns tempestuous, much like the skies were on that night when TRIGGER had to sing beneath bitter rainfall.

— You don’t need to bother much with getting physical, oh, no. The drop in your voicetone, the death dancing in your stare, and the way you advance towards whoever had the audacity to criticize your beloved Tenn, are enough to send them packing.

— Needless to say, you couldn’t care less if they call you a weirdo or scary. In fact, your smile is sharp, snake-like, in the face of their insults.

— There’s a part of Tenn, whoever, that inevitably beats himself up over you defending him like this.

— You are his precious lover, and he’s supposed to keep you safe, to make you happy; not to drag you into the rumors and evil eye of the masses.

— So, in that aspect, I think perhaps you would have to comfort him a little.

— With your hands cupping his face, you ask your angelic idol to look at you.

— With uncertainty, he does; pools of a melancholy trapped in infinite sunrises lock with your eyes, akin to the pink hues of a winter morning that’s yet to dawn.

— You give him a tender smile, thumbs running over his porcelain skin.

— The fleeting kiss you plant on his lips lets him know there’s no other place you’d rather be than by his side; and you’d fight to the death to protect him. No matter what.

♡ IZUMI MITSUKI

— He’s another one that may feel guilty it is you who jumps in for him instead of him fighting for you (we’re talking about the guy who took on some thugs picking on IDOLiSH7 and got injured himself in the process).

— It should be him punching that disrespectful person the moment they lay hands on you. Not you, throwing them over your shoulder and whispering into their ear that if they want to keep their face a color different from bruised, they should stay far away from Mitsuki and i7.

— That aside, though, Mitsuki thinks your rather feisty temperament is very cool.

— You’re such a girlboss for putting anyone in their place when they’re just causing trouble.

— However, because he’s gotten hurt himself defending those he cares about, Mitsuki’s heart breaks a little when he sees your knuckles getting bruised.

— Carefully but with enough force to stop you, your boyfriend takes ahold of your wrist, effectively stopping you from further admonishing the offender by force.

— “Get lost.” He spats to the individual in question, his usually sunshine-like expression hardening in a frown.

— And sure enough, they run for their life.

— Meanwhile, Mitsuki’s hands gently take yours, his fingers carefully running over your swelling knuckles.

— He looks at you with a sad smile, a sigh escaping his lips before bringing your hands to them, brushing a feathered kiss over them.

— “I’m fine, Mitsu.” You assure him, trying to hide the way you flinch at the contact.

— He’s not having it.

— You can be sure once you get back to the dorms/to your home, your lover will be disinfecting any possible cuts and bandaging them for you.

— If he’s in a fiery mood himself, however, then you two can be quite a force to be reckoned with.

— Because neither one of you is the type to back down when it comes to fighting for what you think is right.

— And because this time, you’ll have each other’s backs to prevent either of you getting hurt.

♡ YUKI

— It’s the way to fluster him, to be frank.

— Really, as much as he isn’t exactly fond of you diving headfirst into trouble with his metal bat in hand, Yuki can’t help the intense blush that spreads through his cheeks as you intimidate those who bother you, and especially those who pose a threat towards him.

— Re:vale’s songwriter can be pretty intimidating himself without having to try much. And yet, something about you being the one with a devious grin on your face and lightning in your eyes is oddly distracting… hypnotizing even.

— And honestly? If you are there to defend Yuki’s honor, you have Momo as your partner in crime.

— While it is true he promised his groupmate he wouldn’t do anything reckless for his sake again, that doesn’t mean he can’t hype you up (and stand close by in case something serious were to happen).

— If you decide on a more witty approach, then it is a similar case as with Tenn: your presence alone is pretty daunting already.

— In these instances, you need to do very little to get whoever was dissing your lover to fall silent.

— You just have to take a couple steps forward, palming your baseball bat, and they’ll be stumbling away as you and Yuki watch, amused.

— However, in a similar way to what he made Momo promise, your boyfriend will try to get you to act less recklessly.

— Yuki could never forgive himself if something were to ever happen to you, just because you got into a brawl for his sake.

— He won’t hesitate to hide his metal bat, even confiscating it from you, while he steals a kiss in the process.

— Now it is you whose face heats up at his charms.

— So, be careful and ponder things a little more before acting, please :( For Yuki’s sake, he worries a lot about you (and loves you a lot).

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[rabbitenn]

hello, i was wondering if i could request trigger and what soulmate au you think matches them? like red string of fate, injuries appearing on your soulmates body, countdown timer, etc. please remember to take care of yourself and no rush when it comes to this. i just really appreciate finding another fan of trigger :)

thank you and i hope you remember to eat, rest, and hydrate <33

U COMPLETE ME.

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

ft. Yaotome Gaku, Kujo Tenn, Tsunashi Ryunosuke x gn! reader.

cw/genre: soulmate au, romance, fluff.

hi, lovely nonnie ! thank you so much for this request ! it is my first time ever writing soulmate au, so I hope it’s not too bad… you’re so sweet ! you take care as well, yeah? stay safe, well rested and hydrated 🩷 I’m glad to meet another TRIGGER fan too <3 I apologize this took so long :(( – it’s also the longest fic I’ve ever written hehe – I still hope you like it, mwah !

♡ YAOTOME GAKU

… and getting flowered tattoos wherever your soulmate receives a scar. The tattoos disappear once you and your soulmate meet.

It started around the time TRIGGER was formed.

Gaku doesn’t really know the meaning of the dark ink appearing on his skin sometimes.

It began with the swirling rose on his shoulder, an intricate pattern of decaying petals that seemed to drift away over the pallor of his back. The art was beautiful, but he can’t quite recall ever having it done. It seemed to be appealing enough for photoshoots, so his manager didn’t mind much.

However, that mysterious flower wasn’t the last of petals that would caress the idol’s skin.

Another flower appeared some time after, right below one of his knees. A dahlia this time, its petals with a subtle shade of warm pink filling them in.

And again, he is certain he has never stepped into a tattoo parlor…

This matter is beginning to take a turn for the bizarre, seeing how the rose on his shoulder is mostly faded, akin to a sepia colored photograph displayed in a sunny room, memories exchanged for light and time.

However, he was not the only one with a garden of ink flowering on their skin.

—

Lying down on your bed, you spread your fingers, hand raised before you. Your eyes follow the lines of the two blooms circling your pointer and ring finger: a dahlia and a rose, respectively.

Where did they even come from? You don’t have the habit of drawing on your own skin since you were a kindergartner, nor have you dared to get anything permanently inked on your body just yet… The flowers simply appeared one night, as if they were extensions of the starry heavens, forming a ring tailored to you.

You roll around in your bed, picking up one of the latest magazines you’ve acquired, your favorite idol group featuring on its cover.

The next thing you know, you’re bolting upright, the glossy book centimeters away from your face.

It’s not like the fact that TRIGGER appears on the cover is anything out of the ordinary, but rather, you’re solely focused on their leader.

Yaotome Gaku. Your bias since they debuted.

He’s wearing nothing but an open white shirt with black pants.

And there, on his right shoulder, you see it.

It’s partially covered by his clothes, but they’re see-through enough.

Dark lines converging into what’s unmistakably a rose, a few petals extending down his back and collarbone.

Your eyes flit from your hand to the picture and to your hand again.

There is no doubt. It’s the exact same design.

You have to make it to their next concert. You have to see him, and try to talk to him. Even if it just may be wishful thinking, you have to at least try.

Luckily for you, TRIGGER’s next live performance is around the corner.

—

And so, the fated day arrives, with you on the first row holding white light sticks tightly.

All your nerves seem to manifest in the throbbing sensation of the dark blooms you sport.

As usual, TRIGGER’s concert is an utter success, and you’d be elated to be witnessing such a spectacle were it not for the wild thumping of your heart at what you’ve decided to do afterwards.

As the music ends and your favorite idols say good night, you take one last deep breath.

You make a beeline for the back entrance and wait.

Muffled voices of fans come from the other side of the rundown door, but they’re all white noise to you.

Under the mixed light of stars and streetlamps, you examine your tattoos once more. They almost seem to flicker, as if glitter in shades of night had been melted over the inked lines.

Minutes pass, the crowd dissipating, their voices fading into the faraway stars, concealed behind the abundance of illumination.

And then, the door to your side opens.

A tall figure you’ve watched dance countless times strides out, and, for a second, your voice dies out in your throat.

Is this really a good idea? Will he just take you for another crazy fan?

No, you have to focus.

“E-excuse me…” You begin, voice slightly trembling.

Steely eyes meet yours, yet somehow, you don’t feel any of the coldness their color would suggest.

“I…” The idol’s head tilts to the side for an instant at your hesitation. “Okay so this might sound insane, and you’ll probably think I’m some crazy fan, which I am- A fan I mean, not crazy, hopefully…” You trail off, nervously fiddling with the hem of your shirt, as you look down. “But the thing is…” You shake your head. “I’ll show you.” You finally manage, exposing your ring finger to the night lights. “Maybe it’s just a coincidence, but… how did you get your tattoo? The one on your shoulder… I kind of… isn’t this one the exact same?” You ask, showing him your hand.

His winter sky eyes widen, and, when you follow his gaze, you find an eerie glow blazing in shades of white where your tattoos are.

And not only that. A gasp leaves your lips when matching brightness emanates from the man’s shoulder and knee, the shapes, the exact same on your fingers, glowing in your favorite color.

“What even-“ he begins. His sentence goes unfinished, the sudden burst of light fading, leaving nothing but untarnished skin behind, all traces of ink vanished.

Then you notice them.

Paler than the rest of his skin, two thin lines mar his ring and index finger, the exact same place where your tattooed flowers used to be.

And it dawns on you, that the garden of ink you’ve been sharing isn’t just a coincidence.

“How did you get these?” You question, fingers delicately threading through the idol’s. The rosy hue of summer dahlias rises to his cheeks at the contact. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…” You fumble, realizing you were holding his hand.

“No need to apologize.” He smiles. “I help out someone in the kitchen sometimes.” He doesn’t elaborate further.

Afterwards, one of his hands reaches for your shoulder, where the point of a jagged thin scar, mostly faded, peeks out. “May I?” He asks, as you nod, giving him the green light to pull your shirt slightly aside.

Momentarily, his gaze widens, a flash of puzzle pieces falling into place. Then, a soft smile tilts his lips upwards.

“So, may I know the name of my soulmate?” Are the words of Yaotome Gaku, as he extends a hand to you.

You take it, introducing yourself.

“Is it okay for us to be together here in the open, Yaotome-san?” You ask, glancing around for prying eyes.

“It’s alright.” He assures, tone soft. “And you can call me just Gaku.” A smile reaches his eyes, its shine not unlike the slivers of moon reflected in the puddles of late summer rain. “It’s nice to finally meet you, [Y/n]”.

“Likewise, just Gaku.” You grin, a little mischievous, as you take his hand.

♡ KUJO TENN

… and sharing the same talents. What one learns, the other can also do.

Unconsciously, you start humming the same melody again.

Like every morning as you walk through deserted streets, the sun yet to rise from behind an horizon that you felt was at the tip of your fingertips when you sang.

It’s a well known piece, of that you are certain. You’ve done your research as lyrics began flowing from your lips like a forgotten native language.

Somehow, one day you knew them by heart, when the previous one, a nostalgic melody was all you had to go by.

And the voice you hear, or imagine in your mind when you think about the song… you swear you’ve heard it somewhere before.

As a gust of wind causes you to tuck your coat tighter around you, a flapping sound momentarily interrupts your line of thought.

Clinging onto a street light, a dark piece of glossy paper catches your eye. Bright colors can be made out on the edges of it, white lettering covering the back of the flier.

No harm in taking a look, right? You think to yourself, as your gloved hand reaches for it.

Turning it around in your grasp, you notice it’s an advertisement.

Apparently TRIGGER is performing again soon at the FSC Hall.

A smile illuminated in the cold light of morning curls your lips upwards.

Finally, they’re getting a chance to perform at a large venue.

TRIGGER is the group that’s been with you through thick and thin since their formation, and oddly enough, somehow, you could always memorize their songs without even trying.

Well, not exactly memorize.

It’s more like, you already knew every one of their songs when you listened to them for the first time.

It certainly was uncommon, but then again, since you were a kid you somehow had always picked up dancing and singing uncanningly quickly, with no training at all. And while you did not choose to make it a profession, it certainly was a hobby you held very dear.

The tunes you sang, the swaying of your body on nights when all you knew were tears, had brought a little of light and color to otherwise tinted in drowning memories.

And it was TRIGGER’s songs you always danced to, akin to the first cherry blossoms carpeting an otherwise muddy ground.

Pocketing the pamphlet, you heave a sigh, adjusting your back and heading towards the train station.

You have to get tickets this time. Is the thought that accompanies you for the rest of the day, in moments when you’re not humming that song.

The center of your beloved idol group in question, by the way, happened to have a hidden talent of his own too.

—

Everyone who is a fan of Kujo Tenn knows of his enjoyment of sweeter tastes, and especially, his love for donuts.

However, what remains a secret to most is the fact that he can bake quite well.

The idol doesn’t know how or when exactly did he learn; his only memory is still being in middle school when his usual bakery had run out of his beloved treat, thus, he decided to try his hand at it himself.

To his surprise, both the flavor and texture came out perfectly, almost impossibly alike to the chocolatey desserts he usually got on his way home.

He hasn’t visited that bakery for a while, now that he thinks about it… Will it even still be there?

He doesn’t have much longer to dwell on the thought when his two groupmates (who also happen o be his roommates) get home.

“Something smells really good in here…” Tenn can make out Ryu's voice coming from somewhere in the corridor.

“Tenn, we’re home!” Gaku this time, and two sets of approaching footsteps.

“Hey, Tenn, what is it that smells so nice?”

Tenn in question has a few seconds to ‘tsk’ and turn around, frilly pink apron still on while he mixes the dough.

“You guys could have warned me that you’d be here so early.” He grumbles, blushing. Oh, he so knows the other two won’t drop the subject of him cooking in a cute apron.

“You baking?” Gaku, his head peeking over Ryunosuke’s shoulder.

Tenn pinches the bridge of his nose. For someone who was the center of a world famous idol group, he certainly didn’t enjoy being on the spotlight like this.

“So what if I am…” He glares at the leader of his group.

“Must you always be so charming?” Gaku shoots back, words coated in pure sarcasm.

“There, there… guys, please, there’s no need to fight…” Ryu intervenes. “I didn’t know you could bake, Tenn… when did you learn?”

Maroon eyes avert to the side.

“It’s complicated… I didn’t exactly learn… I just tried one day and somehow I knew how to.”

“Just like that?” His friend’s amber eyes narrow in thought. He gives Gaku a look, to which the latter shakes his head in confusion. “I’m not entirely sure that could be your case,” Ryu continues. “But, back in Okinawa, I heard people talk once, stories circulated too… I’m not certain how much truth is there in them but maybe… could it be you have a soulmate, Tenn?”

The modern angel’s brows furrow skeptically.

“A soulmate? Isn’t that a folktale?”

“We don’t know…” his older friend goes on. “Isn’t it just a little strange, however, you could bake perfectly on the first try? Unless you used some recipe…”

“I didn’t.” Tenn states, confidently. “It’s as if… I somehow had already memorized it, even though I cannot remember when, how or where.”

“Then it’s not impossible you got this talent from them… And whoever they are, they know a thing or two about making sweets. Seems fitting for you, huh?” Comes Ryunosuke’s friendly teasing.

As his friends go get changed, Tenn begins preparing the dough for shaping, the word ‘soulmate’ lingering on the back of his mind like an old childhood song.

—

Lately, Zero Arena had become a place of respite for you.

Early evenings dusked beautifully behind the building, pinks and golds glittering off of the expanse of rippling water surrounding it.

Despite the warm hues the world keeps dyeing in as the sun sets, the air is cold.

You regret not having brought a scarf.

Plus, the just baked donuts you made at work only do so much to warm your hands as you hold the box between them.

Closing your eyes against the dying sunlight, you lean back on the bench, taking a breath before starting to sing the lyrics the great idol Zero used to.

Dis one.

Curiously, that and TRIGGER’s songs were the ones you managed to always intone perfectly, especially the parts Kujo Tenn, their center, performed.

Except this once, yours is not the only singing voice.

You’d have to live under a rock to not recognize that voice, but then again, this couldn’t be, could it?

You wait until you and your duet companion chant the last note.

And then you turn around.

A few feet away from where you sit, a lean male stands. His hair falls perfectly over one side of his face, the color of starlight through clouds. He sports a dark coat, accentuating the overall angelic pallor of his complexion, the red scarf around his neck, almost matching the shade of his eyes, akin to little pools of a blazing horizon.

“How are you able to sing that song perfectly? Kujo Tenn inquires, without further preamble.

His tone… it’s… colder? than what you recall him to be on stage.

You bite your lip, then:

“I don’t know. I just do… I’ve known this song for a long time… I have no idea why I can sing it, how, when, or where I learned it.”

His expression remains guarded; then, he notices the box you’re holding over your lap.

Recognition flashes through his sanguine gaze.

“That box. What’s in it?” Tenn’s eyes don’t leave the logo stamped in pink over the white background.

He knows that design. He used to stop by every day back when he was still in middle school, after all.

“Oh, this?” You open the lid an inch. “Just something I made today at work after I ended my shift. Would you like to try one, Kujo-kun?” You offer, now opening the donut-filled box completely.

A tender smile paints the idol’s lips a more vibrant shade of rose the moment you recognize him, slender fingers reaching out for one of the chocolate covered donuts.

“I remember these, from years ago.” He trails off. “I didn’t know if the shop would still be there…”

“It is.” You smile, a little woeful. “My grandparents grew too old to keep working on the business, though, so I kind of manage it by myself now.”

A twilit breeze picks up, your free hand instinctively reaching up to pull your coat closer around your neck.

“Oh! Would you like to have these?” You manage, fumbling a little for words when it sinks in that, yes, you’re talking to one of the most famous idols of the moment.

“Only if you accept this first.” The man utters, already wrapping his maroon scarf snuggly around your neck.

You fluster, cheeks blazing like the sun that’s already halfway behind Zero Arena’s ground level.

Nodding, you hand him the box.

“I have another offer.” Tenn states, fingers brushing against yours when you pass him the package. “I can help you bake for your shop. Would you like to… meet up and practise my performances with me some time in exchange?”

You raise an eyebrow.

“No offense but, can you bake?”

“I don’t know why I can, how, when, or where I learned, but yes, I can bake.” The idol replies, with a warm, knowing smile.

“And what do you gain from this exchange?” You question further, a part of you fearing this is just some cruel joke despite how right everything, how right you feel around him.

“To get to know my soulmate.” Tenn utters, as notes of powdered sugar and fuchsia clouds surround you.

That’s more like the angel you admire.

Your soulmate.

“I’d like to get to know you, too, Tenn.” You return his smile, soft.

As you share conversation coated in colored sweetener, you begin making your way back home.

Home…

Perhaps you’ve already started becoming each other’s.

♡ TSUNASHI RYUNOSUKE

… and having a compass on your body leading you to where your soulmate is.

Lately, the needle has started twitching.

In golden ink, perfectly circular on the inner side of your wrist, the tattoo of an ornate compass lies.

Its point had always been stagnant, lines in silver glitter inked over your veins, its only movement your beating pulse.

However, as nights began to cover in bright lights and snow, your compass had started pointing towards somewhere.

Or rather, someone.

You knew wherever they were, whoever they were, you’d find them somewhere along the other end of the needle.

As you sip a warming latte, your gaze entranced by the slow flutter of snowflakes as they fall with the gelid breeze of night, you wonder.

What kind of person might your soulmate be? Are they still far away, since all the compass has done is flutter, not particularly pointing anywhere?

Does the movement mean you’re somehow getting closer to your soulmate?

Sighing, you pull your sleeve over the aureate circle permanently etched on you, before standing up, paying for your order and taking off into the cold evening.

—

The sudden activity on his compass can’t be just coincidence.

Tsunashi Ryunosuke knows he’s not hallucinating either, he knows the gilded lines tracing over his veins by heart.

After all, the compass never once moved when he used to accompany his father on fishing trips, tumultuous waters threatening to topple the small boat over.

However, since he’s gotten into this plane, the argent point has budged slightly, akin to a broken watch that went back and forth, forever ticking the exact same second.

Ryunosuke’s honey gaze glances out the window, his hometown in Okinawa little more than a dot of green and brown over the astronomical expanse of blue expanding on all sides.

Closing his eyes, the to-be idol leans against the headrest of his seat.

He wonders, what will this new life of his be like? And who is the person his tattoo is being pulled towards?

Landing is still hours away; he guesses he can rest his mind for a while for now.

—

The compass has moved again.

Fully moved this time, unmistakably pointing towards a concrete direction, no matter how much you turn around or change position.

A pull resonates throughout your whole body, urging you to follow the path it indicates. A lane of gilded cobblestones, at the end of which your other half supposedly awaits.

What if it’s all wrong, though? What if they’re someone scary? What if you just get kidnapped and all of this is just part of some malicious bigger scheme?

‘No. Focus, [Y/n]’. You try telling yourself, shaking your head.

A gust of liquid night pricks your skin in icy shards when you step outside, the moon’s smile glinting off of the aureate pattern on your forearm, a thread of starlight pulling you towards your fated soulmate.

Of course, the universe saw to it that you were not the only one chasing after this not yet tangible dream.

“Excuse me for a second now, guys.” Ryu announces, after him and his two future group mates have finished showing off their dancing moves.

Quickly grabbing his coat on the way out, his steps carry him through the stardust contained in the remnants of snow littering the streets.

And yet, despite the possibility of slipping, the idol’s gaze is solely focused on his wrist.

In the same way those of the person who accidentally bumps into him are.

A colliding force suddenly sends you stumbling backwards, the slippery asphalt already unforgivingly hard in your mind as you shut your eyes and brace for impact.

Except instead of the cold and hard sound of dirty concrete against bones, a gentle voice follows.

“I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”

Then you open your eyes. Strong arms are keeping you upright, strangely comforting, even though this is the first time you’ve seen the owner of this warming voice.

Regaining your stance, you apologize:

“My bad, I guess I wasn’t looking where I was going…” You explain, laughing a bit nervously.

The man smiles, and you realize then how handsome he truly is.

For all you know, he could very well be a model, an actor even.

Soft brown hair sweeps over one side of his face, his tanned skin accentuating inviting golden irises. The curves of his face are sharp and sculpted, but somehow soft all at once; a gentle hearth, beckoning you to take a moment of respite.

“I suppose I wasn’t paying attention either.” Are the next words he speaks, waking you up from your momentary reverie.

Then, a flash of gold catches his eye, and you notice him glancing to your wrist.

“Ah yeah…” You smile, a bit flustered. “I was just looking for someone…” Your words trail off, observing how the needle now points in the direction the attractive stranger came from.

“That makes two of us, then.” He smiles, displaying the inner side of his forearm for you to see the exact same tattoo you have, pointing straight towards you.

Matching smiles meet your lips when it all clicks.

He’s the one you had been searching for amidst nights where falling snow erased the traces of everything; the footprints of fated love buried beneath layers of frigid moondust.

And you. The tethering anchor awaiting in the raging waves. A lighthouse, the promise of a home here too, despite being miles away from his own.

“Call me Ryu.” He tells you, extending a hand to you.

You sofly shake it, both of you a little awkward.

You chuckle in unison.

“I kinda have to get back somewhere now…” He explains, a shadow of guilt passing over those sunshine eyes. “But let’s meet soon? I’ll find you.” He promises, raising his arm, showing you the compass pointed at you.

“Sounds good.” You softly utter, to him, to the stars who wrote this fate.

With a last kind smile, he rushes towards the street he came from.

You stand there for a few minutes after his figure has vanished.

Ryu. You have the impression the glow of fame is coming his way.

You turn on your heel.

The stars glow a little warmer.

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[rabbitenn]

Okok I have a kinda silly req

Yuki, Mitsu, and any other boy of your choice reacting to their s/o surprising them dressing as a bunny (whether cute or sexy you decide) at their house? XD

RABBILOVE.

Maybe he likes your little surprise a little too much.

ft. Yuki, Izumi Mistuki, Kujo Tenn, Izumi Iori x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, a teensy bit heated in Yuki’s and Tenn’s but still very much fluff.

hey, hey, nonnie ! This is such a cute request, thank you so much for the idea <3 I hope you like the rest of the boys I picked hehe. My apologies that this is kind of late, hopefully you’ll still enjoy….

♡ YUKI

— You knew Yuki wasn’t exactly the most adamant at expressing his emotions through words.

— With that cool facade of his, sometimes, you couldn’t help but tease him a little, just for the pleasure to see him at a loss for words.

— That is the reason you orchestrated this whole plan, after all.

— With a mischievous smile, you take out the black suit you had just purchased, alongside a pair of fishnet thighs and black bunny ears.

— Looking at it now, the suit seems more revealing than you had expected… Well, you already invested the money, so might as well carry on with your little machinations.

— Yeah, it definitely is way smaller than you had imagined, practically leaving nothing to imagination.

— You hold your heating cheeks as you examine yourself in the mirror. Then shake your head: no, this is good, actually. This is meant to fluster Yuki, it’s going to work.

— Just as you make your way out of your shared room, the front door clicks open.

— “[Y/n], dear, I’m home.” Yuki greets. You observe from the corridor as he settles on the couch.

— Silently approaching from behind, you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Welcome home, Yuki ~” You sing-song, tone playful.

— You walk around the sofa, finally sitting next to him, your legs crossed.

— An intense peachy hue rises to your lover’s pale cheeks. You relish in the way he’s trying so hard to keep a straight face.

— “Is something the matter, Yuki?” You tease, facing him, taking a lock of his hair and twirling it between your fingers.

— “I…” He swallows, his icy eyes very obviously roaming through your curves. Then, he covers his face with his hands. “How am I supposed to resist when you look this good?” He mumbles, his tone whiny.

— You chuckle as a response.

“Oh, Yuki, you can be incredibly cute.” You tell him, cuddling up against his side.

— You think he’s cute, but his mind right now is running with all kinds of passionate thoughts.

That, however, is a story for another day.

♡ IZUMI MITSUKI

— The weather was getting cold, and with, it the sun set too early, the vibrant clouds of dusk fading to black all too soon.

— You didn’t mind that much, your boyfriend was brighter and warmer than any sun, anyway.

— But tonight, you miss him. You had come to the dorms to spend the night with him, but he and the rest of the boys were taking longer than usual.

— You sigh, laying on your boyfriend’s bed. You wish you could cuddle with him now… But you know how important the work he does is to him, and you want to support him through it all.

— Turning on your side, you spot something orange and soft-looking folded on one corner of the bed.

— It’s his hoodie, the one with rabbit ears.

— You smile, picking it up, hugging it against your chest. It smells like him and it looks so comfy… Would it really be that bad if you were to try it on?

— You miss Mitsuki, and you’re all alone here, plus it’s starting to get cold…

— Listening to those reasons you yourself came up with, you shrug the hoodie on, pulling on the hood, fluffy rabbit ears sticking out.

— It’s so soft… And comfortable… And warm… You could certainly fall asleep right now.

— And that’s exactly what you do.

— Sweet dreams of your cute partner grace your sleep.

— That is, until you hear the dorm’s door and various voices filling the otherwise empty space.

— You stand up in a hurry, running to welcome them back, especially Mitsuki.

— “Mitsu!” You exclaim, engulfing him in a hug as soon as he steps through the door.

— “Hey, [Y/n]!” He has time to say, before bracing himself as to not topple to the ground when you throw your arms around him.

— He chuckles. “You really missed me that much, baby? Oh, what are you wearing?” The idol asks, as he places his hands on your shoulders.

— Your face heats up, you totally forgot to remove his sweatshirt.

— You go to pull off its hood but Mitsuki stops you.

— “Leave it on, my lovely.” Your boyfriend smiles, patting your head. “You look adorable.”

— You bury your face in the crook of his neck. You’re so happy he’s here with you now.

— And so is Mitsuki. He missed you a lot too. Plus, returning home to you wearing his clothes is certainly a nice surprise, especially when you look so cute.

♡ KUJO TENN

— You had been a little worried about your boyfriend.

— He works so hard, and tries to make everyone happy, which led to him recently having been hospitalized due to overwork.

— And yet, he was stubborn enough, that in order to avoid worrying and disappointing his fans, he showed up at the concert anyway, offering his usual perfect performance.

— Your heart broke a little when you saw how exhausted he was afterwards… You really want to do something for him.

— However, now that you ponder it, you are really not sure this has been a great idea.

— Sure, the pink bunny costume is cute enough, with the white fluffy ears to go with it, and the lacy white stockings… But will you be able to live up to any expectations Tenn might have had?

— Well, you’re already all dressed up and your boyfriend deserves to be pampered, so you raise your chin and go to join him in your room.

— As soon as you as much as crack the door open, Tenn raises his gaze from his phone, looking your way.

— With a gasp, you close the door between you.

— No, you’re so not ready for this… But you want him to feel loved…

— “[Y/n]?” You hear your boyfriend from the other side of the door. “Are you there? Is everything alright, my love?”

— “Y-yes!” You squeak. “I’m okay.”

— Tenn tries to open the door.

— “No, Tenn! Wait. Don’t look!” You take a deep breath. Okay, you can do this. “Can you close your eyes for a moment, please?” You ask him, your tone bashful.

— “Alright. Done.” You hear the amused lilt of his voice.

— Carefully, you enter the room, coming to stand right before him.

— “Okay, you can open your eyes now, Tenn…” You shyly utter.

— And oh, is he happy at the sight. Maroon eyes widen, a color not very different from the one on your costume dusting over the angelic pallor of his complexion.

— You look so utterly cute… And the way you act so shy is just so endearing…

— “I wanted… to surprise you with something nice… because you work so hard for everyone…” You mumble, fiddling with the frilly pink miniskirt. “Do you… Do you like it?” You ask, averting your gaze to the side.

— “I love you.” Are the words Tenn utters, as his hands take hold of your waist and his forehead rests against yours.

— Your breath hitches at his sudden proximity, eyes fixated on his dilating pupils as he takes you in.

— “Tenn…” You breathe out. “I love you too…”

— “Now, how about I give my bunny a secret night?” He whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

— “Tenn!” You whisper-shout. “Tonight is about you, so let me spoil you, hm?” You retort, encouraged, as you wrap your arms around his shoulders, noses inches apart.

— “Expect me to return the favor, though.” Tenn smiles, as he leaves a tender kiss on your jawline, starlight lashes tickling you as he trails towards your sweet lips.

— Oh, this had definitely been a good idea.

♡ IZUMI IORI

— You were very aware Iori loved cute things, no matter how much he tried to play it cool.

— You saw the bento boxes his brother prepared for him and how he took pictures of them with shiny eyes.

— So much so that, lately, you had started helping Mitsuki prepare your boyfriend’s lunch boxes.

— But, somehow, this didn’t feel enough for all the things Iori did for you; from helping you with your classes, to taking you on dates he knew you’d like, to caring for you when you were sick… He works so hard for everyone, performing and helping manage IDOLiSH7…

— So, one afternoon, you decide to surprise him.

— You had accorded to meet at your house to study together, thus, this was the perfect moment to do something for him.

— You look at yourself in the mirror, adjusting the soft bunny onesie you had bought.

— You knew Iori was weak to this kind of cute stuff (see, you actually had to refrain yourself from buying a matching one for him. As much as you’d love seeing him in one, you don’t want to overwhelm him).

— As soon as you hear your doorbell, you run to the door, knowing it’s him (he’s never late).

— “Iori!” You greet him, with a wide smile.

— He gasps, slamming the door shut behind him.

— Those deep night sky eyes of his are averted, stealing furtive glances in your direction.

— ‘Too cute! Too cute!’ He thinks, as he tries not to stand there, just staring like an idiot in love (which he very much is).

— But he just can’t admit that so blatantly.

— So he clears his throat. “[Y/n], we have homework to do, don’t we?” He tries, in his usual cool tone.

— “Just admit that you want a matching one already, will you?” You chuckle, poking his cheek.

— His blush deepens. Then:

“No, seeing you look this cute is enough.”

— You giggle, placing a sweet kiss to his cheek and leading him by the hand into your room.

— Needless to say, Iori kept messing up his math problems that afternoon.

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[rabbitenn]

Hiii! I was wondering if I could request hcs for nagi × reader in winter!! pls and thank you🫶

WINTER WONDERLAND.

Even in the colder months, he’s your ever shining star.

ft. Rokuya Nagi x gn! reader.

cw/genre: cute and sweet fluff.

thank you dear nonnie for requesting ! I’m sorry this took so long, I’m hoping you still like it <3

— Needless to say at this point, Nagi is well accustomed to cold weather. Winters are long and frigid in his home country, after all.

— So, in the last months of the year, your boyfriend is really in his element.

— Nagi is someone who’s always ready to go out and visit fun places. Even if the season where the nights become longer and the sun rays are not enough to warm you up would prompt you to stay cooped up under a blanket at home, you can’t just say no to him.

— And so, the colder days illuminate in a thousand memories by your lover’s side, forever wanting to keep them in the softest part of your heart.

— Nagi loves doing any wintry activity with you! From going to cafes and having hot chocolate or coffee, to visiting markets, christmas lights and decorations making the atmosphere vivid and warm despite the cold, to simply walking around the city’s streets watching how the snowflakes dance in the neon lit wind before coating the ground.

— And of course, Nagi eyes the shop windows displaying the new Cocona Magical Winter Outfit! figurine.

— You’ll have to get him one soon, you think, as you watch with a soft expression his northern sky eyes sparkle as he gets impossibly closer to the glass, the lights from the shop reflected in his stare, your favorite aurora.

— And, of course, with the new figurine, comes a new movie from his favorite magical girl anime. Nagi wants nothing more than to have you in his arms as you two enjoy the film.

— Soft blankets, the peaceful atmosphere of his room at the dorms (his friends knew you were visiting, so they gave you some privacy) and matching mugs of sweet hot chocolate (his, of course, Cocona themed).

— Honestly, in this moment, neither of you could ask for anything else.

— Speaking of which, as much as Nagi is always up for going out, if you’re more of a homebody when winter comes around, he’s more than okay with indoor activities too.

— Firstly, he’ll show you all of his anime figurines and merch. Even if the heater wasn’t on, the passion with which he speaks and his wide smile would be enough to keep you warm.

— A pastime he really enjoys when you decide to stay in is baking cookies.

— Due to his upbringing, Nagi didn’t really have the chance to learn how to cook. So, if you’re the one to teach him how to make cookies, he’ll be over the moon!

— And even if you don’t know how to make them, that’s fine too, you learn together.

— Their shape might not be perfect, but the work you put into them makes them taste delicious.

— Not to mention, you made them with your favorite person in the entire world <3

— Another way Nagi would love to spend time with you in winter (back to the outdoors this time) is by having snowball fights.

— Again, because of his royal roots and lack of friends during his childhood and early teen years, it’s likely he didn’t get to experience that kind of joy.

— Seeing him getting so into it, yelling “flying Cocona snowball!” and running towards you as his laughter fills the clouded sky is too precious.

— Nagi’s very romantic and charming (sometimes bordering on cheesy /affectionate), so don’t be surprised when on starry nights, he whispers to you about how the moon and stars reflected over snowy plains can’t hold a candle to you.

— It’s cute, how serious he is when he tells you that, you think, with a chuckle.

— He deserves a kiss (or a few), no?

— With snow drifting from the night above like glittering stardust, and the moon as only witness, it would certainly make for a picture perfect moment ;)

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[rabbitenn]

Can you write out some headcanons of what you think it would take for Tenn to fall in love with someone?🙈in my mind he’s a hard nut to crack so I want to know what would make his heart break from its cage and start fluttering!🤍thank you <3

YOU ARE IN LOVE, TRUE LOVE.

Maybe this feeling wasn’t in his plans, but all he wants is to feel the warmth of your affection.

ft. Kujo Tenn x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

hello, dear and thank you very much for your request ! I always love it when you guys ask for Tenn content, he deserves all the love in the world <3 I also included an additional mini scenario, I hope you like it ! My apologies that I couldn’t post it sooner !

— For Tenn to start taking a liking to someone, they’d need to be kind and hardworking.

— Those are attributes that he very much shows, even if he may not realize the former sometimes.

— It’s endearing to see how you give it your all, trying your utmost to do your job/passion/hobby perfectly.

— Plus, if it’s something to do with an audience, like being an artist, a musician or idol too, a writer, streamer, etc, Tenn can relate so much to the feeling of doing your best to make them happy.

— Tenn dislikes inconsiderate people, that is why I mentioned kindness as another key quality he’d be attracted to (also, who doesn’t like a kind and caring partner?)

— The center of TRIGGER is always giving his everything to everyone, doing all he can and more to make his fans and the people that are important to him happy.

— So when you care for him, doing your best to make him smile, to make him comfortable, Tenn can feel this warm sensation in his chest… Almost like a desire to get closer to you, to share more with you, to return the gesture…

— It’s so cute, you think, how his eyes widen and the pink tint on his cheeks deepens when you give him one of your sweet smiles as you hand him a lunch box you made for him.

— As much as you love charming angelic center of the stage Kujo Tenn, there’s something so adorable about his feelings being so raw in his expression.

— You’d love to kiss him.

— And you don’t know yet, but he feels the same way.

— A sort of magnetic pull, a sense of yearning akin to the anticipation he experiences before stepping on stage.

— Another quality Tenn would like in his potential s/o is honesty. Compulsive liars are the kind of people he doesn’t get along with (I mean, pretty common sense again).

— So, please, be honest with him! Even if sometimes there are things he won’t tell his fans in order to avoid them worrying, if you are truthful with him, it makes Tenn feel valued.

— The same goes for any actions or kindness you extend towards him.

— To see you caring for him from the bottom of your heart and for who he is as his own person, rather than just for his idol image…

— Tenn has to let you know how much he appreciates you.

— Has to let you know he loves you.

— And that is exactly what he will do.

♡

Shades of argent blue paint the wintry evening sky.

Sunset is approaching, the glowing trail of the dusky sun lining the horizon, readying the stage for the appearing constellations.

Beneath this moment, tinted in shades of both night and day, two figures stand.

If a young shooting star were to see the world for the first time at this moment, it’d believe one of the two people is an angel.

Right now, you are staring into this person’s eyes.

They remind you of the cotton candy you ate with him just a while ago at the amusement park.

He smiles softly.

For you to surprise him with tickets and fulfill his dream date… It’s true you’ve become pretty close, but this gesture alone melts the singer’s heart.

This isn’t the first time you’ve been so good to him, either.

It’s been a while since his heart started dancing to the song your affections played for him.

He had never verbalized it, though.

But today, as a halo of early night surrounds the quiet street, he has to tell you.

“[Y/n],” The idol calls you, his expression tender but solemn. “There is something I’ve been meaning to tell you.” He utters, breath coming out in puffs that merge with the first stars.

“What is it, Tenn?” You prompt him, that smile filled with kindness you always gave him, illuminating your features.

One of his hands reaches to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, his lingering touch sizzling as it sends waves of fiery shivers down your spine.

“You’re so kind to me, so good… You make me happy.” Tenn says, voice soft. “I want to be with you. Not just as friends. I love you.”

Your gaze widens, the shimmer of a charmed night reflected in your eyes, staring at the curve of Tenn’s lips as he gives you his sweetest smile.

“Tenn…” You return his smile, as you throw your arms around him. “I’m so glad… I love you too.”

In the threshold of your beloved’s shared residence, two figures stand.

The ancient stars watching from above smile knowingly; they had already foretold how the angel’s invisible wings would wrap around his lover.

♡

— In addition to all of the aforementioned attributes, Tenn himself mentions how he’d like to be with a partner who understands the music/show business industry well.

— There are times when he may not be able to spend all the time he wants with you, since his job requires hours upon hours of practise.

— In other instances, you two may have to keep your relationship a secret, so as to not hurt the fans and avoid mass media.

— Being with a lover who could understand that, plus enjoying at least to some extent the world he’s into, would really make him cherish them more. (And not only that, but someone like that would be highly compatible with him as well, from an objective point of view).

— So, what would it take for the perfectionist idol’s heart to start fluttering? To sum it up, kindness and care for him and for all of those he holds dear (please, get along well with Riku too!), earnestness and hard work, knowledge of the showbiz world and being considerate and honest.

— Hold Tenn’s heart of gold gently, please, he needs and deserves all the love.

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[rabbitenn]

UTOPIA.

It’s his day, and because of you, it will become an even happier memory that he can’t wait to relive year after year.

ft. Isumi Haruka x gn! reader.

cw/genre: pure fluff.

Happy birthday, Haruka ! He’s grown on me and he’s grown so much himself <3 Something brief and sweet to celebrate this baby’s special day (I know it’s a bit late, but it’s still the 6th for me).

Snow capped buildings greet his morning, akin to the glazing on top of the sugary snacks he so adored.

Eyes of molten acacia blooms look at the world before them for another year, powdery flakes drifting past his bedroom’s window.

Long lashes flutter closed once again, a crescent brighter than the one that’s already hidden behind the horizon, forming on his lips.

Smiles like this one used to be the norm for him years ago, having become with time more rare and all the more precious to those who got to receive them.

He knows you’d tease him, if you had witnessed how smitten he looked at midnight reading your text message.

For all the years he’s known you, you had never failed to make his special day a little brighter with just a few words on a screen.

Happy birthday, Haru ! 🎂💕 Can’t wait to celebrate with you in a few hours, I love you sm <3

Your message is imprinted in rosy shades in the softest part of his mind, as he relishes a few more minutes in the warmth of his bunny patterned covers.

Then, soft knocks are heard on his bedroom door, followed by his grandmother’s voice:

“Haruka, dearie, there’s someone here that’s come to see you! And I’m making a cake for you, it’s your special day.”

With a serene expression, betrayed by the stars in his stare and the unavoidable smile his lips curl up in, ZOOL’s center gets out of bed, rushing to get dressed in his favorite clothes (in truth, it’s just the outfit you always complimented). His fingers close around the necklace you gave him last year, as he stops for a second before the mirror, carefully clasping it.

The sweet scent of meringue and jam greets Haruka before he steps into the kitchen.

His pace quickens, curious to see what his grandmother is working on.

Before he can take a peek, however, warm hands cover his eyes.

“Who’s this?” A familiar voice sing-songs, next to his ear.

A giggle escapes him, a rare treasure that showed only in the right place at he right time, on counted occasions.

“[Y/n]!” He calls, at the same time you uncover his eyes, offering him a cheeky grin. “Dummy…” He pouts.

“Oh, you love it.” You tell him, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Happy birthday, Haruka.” You hold his hands in yours gently, as you lean in again, this time, kissing him properly on the lips.

Your warm presence wraps around him in just one single kiss, a spring breeze at the doors of winter, guiding him to the few still green perennial trees, where birds still sing.

And he kisses you back with just as much care, the fresh taste of chocolate mint chip on a lover’s lips; the lingering spicy sweetness of ginger cookies.

This instant, with just the two of you, the scent of baking cake, and the brightness of a winter morning, is your own idyll, a utopia only possible when it’s the two of you.

When you part, remnants of this handmade dream still float around the two of you, like the first plum blossoms to drift by after the snow.

Haruka looks at you, the sunshine that left his gaze so many years ago, now glimmering truly, just for you.

He’d like to kiss you again.

However, it seems the cake is ready.

Well, he already knows what to wish for before the candles go out.

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[rabbitenn]

Hi!

Could I request headcanons of TRIGGER (separately) with a baker s/o who loves making sweets and treats for them, especially when they do a good job?

SWEET DREAMS ARE MADE OF THIS.

Your treats are only surpassed in sweetness by your tender kisses.

ft. Yaotome Gaku, Kujo Tenn, Tsunashi Ryunosuke x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff.

This is such a cute request, nonnie ! Thank you so much <3 I’m sorry it took so long… I hope you still like it !

♡ YAOTOME GAKU

— Gaku is so in love. Not just because of the way you go out of your way to make something nice for him, but because you are just so… precious.

— Words of kindness and praise leave your lips with the same ease as powdered sugar coats his every time he eats the pastries you make.

— Steely eyes scan the kitchen, afternoon sunlight filtering in, seemingly threaded around you as you move about to prepare another batch of the sweet addiction.

— However, to your lover, watching you is sweet enough; akin to the first drops of nectar, leaving him longing for more, the rose-colored instants in which you lay between his arms.

— With a smile, you turn around, stealing a fleeting kiss from him, the taste of glazed sugar present from the treat you had a taste of (Gaku insisted, you had prepared them, after all).

— However, he wants more.

— So, putting down the confectionery he was eating, your boyfriend catches your wrist, pulling you over his lap.

— In sweet scented silence, a few seconds pass.

— Then, TRIGGER’s leader is leaning in. And powdered sugar merges with your lipgloss when he kisses you, an amalgamation of tenderness and hunger.

— And, well, who are you to resist?

— You kiss him back with just as much fervor, thinking you’ll bake extra treats for him if it means kisses this sweet.

— There are other times, you’re working up until the late hours of the evening, when your boyfriend shows up. The bell over the shop’s door announces his arrival just as the sun gives you two some privacy, as it dips behind the faraway skyline.

— In these instances, even if not many words are exchanged between you two, you feel at peace.

— The scent of baked goods lingers, as Gaku helps you arrange some boxes and materials you’ll need for tomorrow’s shift.

— And as always, you’ve saved your best piece for him.

— Today, the silver of the constellations peeking through the window mirrors in the decoration of the cupcake you’ve reserved for him.

— The glazing is in his image color, a moon motif decorating the sweet in swirling patterns.

— And, to Gaku, the sight of you holding the pretty treat for him to take is brighter than the stars outside he doesn’t bother looking at.

— What would be the use, when his dream come true is right in front of him, offering him minutes of borrowed dusk, coated in sugar?

♡ KUJO TENN

— Tenn gets that soft look in his eyes every time his shared apartment fills with the scent of just baked cookies.

— As much as he claims to work hard for the sake of his fans’ smiles, going back home to you is what really puts a smile on his angelic features, the warmth of sugary air wrapping around him as his childhood blankets did.

— He lets out a soft chuckle, as he hears you humming one of his group’s songs when he enters the kitchen.

— You’re so focused on preparing the ingredients you’ll be needing, you haven’t yet noticed your boyfriend’s presence.

— Only when familiar arms wrap around your middle, and the softness of his snowy hair brushes against your cheek, do you realize an angel has arrived at your doorstep.

— Your lover’s long lashes flutter closed, akin to the gentle caress of angel wings, as he says:

“Made some for me, my love?”

— A trail of kisses over the column of your neck is left in his wake, until his lips reach the shell of your ear, a whisper of “missed you” making your heart skip a beat.

— Tenn always loved watching from behind as you baked, even when you were still kids and you were just learning.

— You remember it as if it all happened yesterday, how he’d stop by your family’s bakery every day after school, those huge rose colored eyes of his curiously looking over your shoulder as you attempted to make donuts for the first time.

— The shape was a little crooked, but to nine year old Tenn, they looked a little like hearts.

— Like the ones in his eyes when he looks at you.

— “Of course I made some for you.” You tell him, turning around, as you feed him a pink cookie with strawberry topping. “Say aaah-“ You tease him, putting the sweet treat near his lips.

— However, charm and flustering you are your boyfriend’s specialty.

— So, clasping your hand in his, he takes the cookie from you with his teeth.

— “Sweet like you, my love.” Tenn whispers, leaving a fleeting kiss on your lips, before walking away to get changed, while you stand there, face burning, as the cookies in the oven almost do.

— On other occasions, when TRIGGER has live performances, you’re always there with Tenn in the green room, and naturally, you’ve made sure to prepare a special prize for him after the concert.

— A box wrapped in a pretty package waits for him backstage, topped with your loving hugs and sweet smiles.

— Soft kisses are exchanged between you and the angelic idol, as Ryu and Gaku give you some privacy, smiling knowingly.

— Both because they’re sure to tease their younger friend afterwards, and because you always made sure to bring sweets for them, after all.

♡ TSUNASHI RYUNOSUKE

— Ryu wants to bake with you every time he sees you working on a new or old recipe.

— He loves cooking! And would love to learn how to bake too, especially if it's with you teaching him.

— He flusters when you take his hands to guide him, the pretty pink of the strawberries prepared to decorate the small cakes tinting his cheeks.

— TRIGGER’s eldest can feel his heart racing, face flaring up in the same warmth of the naturally lit kitchen.

— You let out a soft laugh at his shy expressions, the sunlight streaming in, illuminating his eyes, akin to mirrors into the afternoon’s molten rays.

— Your lover especially enjoys moments like this in the quiet of your bakery, before opening hours.

— The cozy atmosphere inside the shop contrasts with the freeze of first dawn, the coppery accents and wooden decorations making for a comforting ambiance.

— That, paired with the lingering sugar in the air, is enough to make one believe they’ve stepped into a fairytale, sunrise capturing the small dust particles in midair.

— And to Ryu, that is exactly where he is; amidst a silent paradise, where your light and song are the foundations of his world.

— There is an inherent tenderness in these transient moments you spend together before the morning fully settles.

— You reach a hand towards your boyfriend’s sculpted jawline, brushing away some remnants of flour.

— He smiles, noses brushing together, as you lean in for a sweet kiss.

— Waking up early, just for these stolen dream-like states was so worth it.

— Although Ryu knows Tenn is going to scold him if he underperforms…

— And, even though the latter means well, you know of his… angry cat tendencies, so you always ensure Ryu has something sweet and energizing to eat on his way to work.

— He adores it, every single time.

— It is you and your pastries that always seem to come to his aid in trying times, after all.

— Like that time he had to perform alone, only blue lights coloring a stage he carried on his shoulders for his friends.

— Guilt hung over Ryu in ashen clouds, blaming himself for the downfall of his group.

— However, in that murky night, a sliver of moon seemed to smile at him from behind the clouds, in the form of your outstretched hand, that offered him a box of homemade cookies.

— Gazing up at the night sky from his balcony, the saccharine taste of the biscuits assuages his anguish, if only a little.

— When the moonlight illuminates the treats, shades of blue, pink and silver shine in the night.

— A sign for better days and immense success to come.

— Of course, with you by his side.

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[rabbitenn]

Hello!! Thank you so much for your hard work with every request! Your writing is amazing ♥ I've been meaning to send a request myself and I finally got the guts to do it (but on anon, I'm still shy lol). I was wondering if I could request something about Iori with a reader that's a voice instructor for i7 and Gaku with a reader that's a hairstylist? Headcanons or whatever you want it to be, that's up to you!! Thank you and it's ok if my request is too specific and you need to decline it!! xoxo ♥

MY BACKSTAGE DARLING.

In between performances yet to begin, you are his brightest star.

ft. Izumi Iori, Yaotome Gaku x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

hello dear nonnie and thank you so very much for your kind words, I’m very happy you enjoy my writing <3 I’m glad you decided to send a request too (I get being shy, so feel free to interact/request on anon as much as you want !). I apologize that this took to long, but I still hope the fic is to your tastes. I went with scenarios for this one, I thought your idea suited this format, I hope you like it !

♡ IZUMI IORI

Iori knows his vocals are good enough, so why does he find himself staying overtime with IDOLiSH7’s voice instructor, he is not sure.

Well, in reality, if he were to face his true feelings, he does know the reason.

The youngest Izumi brother lets out a sigh, the exhaustion of a full day of practise starting to catch up to him.

Just a little longer.

He can still keep singing, if it means he’ll get to spend a few more minutes with you.

And he knows, he knows he’s being a tad bit unreasonable.

After all, it was always him who warned Riku to take care when the latter acted impulsively.

“Iori.”

Your sweet voice cuts through his murky thoughts, akin to a window opening to sunset skies, smoke dissipating from the confined room of his mind, as thick fog is pierced by sunlight.

The idol is quick to compose himself, clearing his throat at the time he asks:

“Yes, [last name]-sensei?”

You let out an airy chuckle, he always did have that habit of using honorifics with you.

“Just [Y/n] will do, we’re practically the same age.” You explain, giving him a soft smile.

The rosy hues the sky dyes in when you illuminate it with your light, mirror on his cheeks at your statement.

You were so good at what you did, that he sometimes forgot you hadn’t even graduated high school yet.

But then again, the same could be said for him, becoming an idol and helping with his group’s management.

“Right.” His midnight gaze averts to the side, as he tries your name on his tongue. “[Y-y/n].” He stammers, the color on his cheeks increasing in intensity.

A soft giggle leaves your lips.

“Were you thinking of staying for extra practise?” You inquire, sitting next to him, unaware of the effect that has on him.

Letting out a cough, he nods.

No, this won’t do. He has to pull himself together.

“That’s right.” He replies, expression serious.

The idol tries to keep his tone even, wishing the wild beat of his heart doesn’t betray his coolness.

“Hmm…” You ponder for a moment. “Your vocals today were perfect, as they always are.” You hold your chin in between your fingers, thinking. “So, I believe there is only one more assignment I can give you for the day.”

Indigo starlight swims in Iori’s eyes upon hearing that, the shine of his starry gaze betraying his composure.

“And that is, to rest.” You tell him, eyes fixated on his, as you put a hand on his shoulder. “You know, the vocal cords are… similar to another muscle of the body. You can’t forever keep it tense, or moving. It needs rest, to let all the hard work of the day sink in.” You lean back, your hands supporting you as you close your eyes briefly. “If you overdo it, you could very well be throwing away all the effort you put in with an injury.” You stand up from your sitting position, crouching before him. “So, no more work for today.” You order, flicking Iori’s forehead.

“But, I-“

“No management tasks either.” You point out, with a wink.

The idol’s eyes widen, to which you are quick to offer:

“My lips are sealed, don’t worry.” As you bring your index finger to them.

Iori’s shoulders slump.

His chance to spend more time with you has been shattered, unknowingly, by the one he loves.

Then, a sweet scent fills the room.

“Why don’t I share these cute snacks with you?” You suggest, showing him a bag of bunny shaped candies. “I got them this morning on my way here, and they were selling two bags for the price of one. Mind joining me?”

The sparkle returns to Iori’s eyes.

He’s too quick to accept the offer, causing for him to stumble a little over his words when he tries to regain poise.

But in this moment, he couldn’t care less if his emotions are shown.

Not when a silver lining presents before him in the form of your hand extended towards him.

♡ YAOTOME GAKU

He simply can’t resist you.

No matter how tired he is, your tender touches always manage to calm him down; a gentle prairie, held in the moment when daybreak approaches, a sliver of moon overseeing the impending sunrise.

It’s become usual too, since you came along, that every time he sits on a chair, his starlit locks twirl around your fingers.

Like right now, soft hums leaving his lips, as you gently sing one of his group’s songs.

To Gaku, it sounds perfect in your voice.

But then again, anything you do always feels that way to him.

He lets you decorate his hair in pink ribbons, after all; and he didn’t complain when you got him a whole set of hair care products, shampoos and conditioners because “Gaku, you’re a famous idol, you can’t keep using the first all in one soap you find. Not on my watch!”

Your pout as you scandalized over his choice of products was certainly adorable.

He chuckles now.

“Gaku, did I tickle you?” You ask, a smile palpable on your tone.

He turns around, the sight of you with hairbrush in hand as you are genuinely concerned about whether you made him uncomfortable, eliciting a tender smile to match his lovestruck gaze.

“Not at all, my dear.” Steely eyes flutter closed in a constellation rendered in twilight; in his view, you were radiant.

You give him a giggle, patting his head softly.

“You are sweet.” You utter, as you put down the hairbrush, slumping on a chair next to his.

It’s certainly been a long day at the studio today, with so many idols and actors appearing on the variety show, you’ve barely had time to rest at all.

But of course, you would have never missed the chance to do your boyfriend’s hair.

And obviously, you were not going to half-ass it.

He’s going live with the rest of TRIGGER in a few minutes, and truth be told, to you, he’s never looked as handsome as he does now.

You mentally pat yourself on the back a little for that; even if you are aware that nothing could really mask your lover’s beauty, you are glad you managed to do a good job.

Gaku stands up, walking towards you and placing a delicate kiss atop your head.

Your tired gaze meets his; kaleidoscopes dance in his stare with the first beams of moonlight filtering through the window.

“You guys are up soon.” You mumble, tucking a flyaway curl behind his ear.

TRIGGER’s leader catches your hand, as he leans against your touch. You were his good luck charm, after all.

“I know.” He whispers, as he brushes his lips over your palm.

You can feel the temperature on your face rising up at his display of affection; a thousand fiery butterflies to ignite in shades of passion a crescent moonlit night.

“I’ll be watching.” You reply, with a fleeting kiss to the corner of his lips. “See you backstage afterwards.” You muse, with a last gentle squeeze to his hand, before walking away.

He smiles.

Backstage was really your regular meeting spot lately.

He’ll have to take you on a proper date soon, he thinks, as he meets with his two groupmates.

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[rabbitenn]

Kamisama kiss au with Kitsune!Tenn, I’ll leave this one up to you, my darling 🫶

AS LONG AS YOU REMAIN WHERE I CAN SEE YOU.

“Could I make a contract as your familiar? This one’s from my heart.”

ft. Kitsune Kujo Tenn x gn! reader.

cw/genre: kamisama kiss au, fantasy au, kitsune Tenn, romance, fluff, some angst. I tried to be vague about the plot of Kamisama Kiss so that I don’t spoil it.

Thank you for this request, my love ! I hope you like it and I’m very sorry it’s taken so long… Thank you too for always sending ideas that are self indulgent to me hehe, enjoy <3

Aureate skies hang over the shrine, fleeting hues of ochre and rust transient in the form of fallen leaves.

The afternoon settles in a gentle breeze, the temperature descending with the last birdsong of the day.

The fox spirit pauses his movements.

The weather is nice today.

And this place, this home is bustling with life now; much more than it was a few months ago, at least.

His gaze, that doesn’t differ that much from the cotton candy clouds drifting peacefully above, sets skywards.

It now seems by design, that you ended up here, by his side.

Perhaps the stars peeking from behind the faraway mountains already had your fate written in their afterglow.

The kitsune lets out a sigh, moondust lashes brushing his cheeks as he closes his eyes momentarily.

He is aware the feelings he harbors for you are akin to wishing for the impossible.

You are a human, turned into the divinity of the earth.

He is only your familiar, and a youkai at that.

And yet…

“Tenn.”

The gentle call of his name puts a smile on his lips.

Not the devious one he offers his enemies when he protects you from their curses, but a soft and sincere one.

Tenn turns around, his white fluffy tails swaying with his movement, his clothes mirroring the momentum.

There you stand, bunched up in your coat as the wind ruffles your hair.

The smile you offer him is wide, unadulterated; so pure, making the sun that’s close to the start of a gilded sunset pale in comparison.

Tenn wishes he could wake up next to that sight every dawn; he wishes when his hand touches yours it weren’t just to steer you to safety as demons give chase.

He has an eternity before him, but he’d happily trade all of it for the memory of one yesterday with your hands in his hair and his lips on yours.

You step closer to him, with your hands behind your back.

A strong gust of wind blows by, a whirlwind of autumn and dusk that makes you flinch.

You sneeze.

So cute. The fox spirit thinks, with a soft chuckle.

Meeting you halfway, he removes his fur scarf, wrapping it around your shoulders instead.

“You’ll catch a cold like this, [Y/n].” He tells you, flicking your forehead.

A pout forms on your lips, hand rubbing at the spot he touched.

Your cheeks warm up, due to the comforting fabric of his muffler or his proximity, you are not certain.

“I’m wearing my coat, I’ll be fine.” You tell him, your brow furrowed in fake annoyance. “I actually was going to give you something, but since you insist that it’s cold…” You take a step backwards, a smirk playing on your lips.

Tenn’s eyes widen, a shadow of disappointment passing over his perfect features at the possibility of this precious moment being shattered.

He closes the distance between you, taking a lock of your hair in between his slender fingers, bringing it to his lips for a delicate kiss.

You stare at the beautiful kitsune, breathless, without any difficulty now in discerning the cause for your heated face.

The early evening sun casts him in an ethereal halo. Strands of star-threaded hair sway in the breeze, caressing his spotless skin in the way you’ve endlessly yearned to do. His lips are like peony petals on your hair.

And maybe you’d like them on your own more than it’s safe to admit.

Then, Tenn pulls away, one of his hands cradling your cheek.

His eyes lock with yours, pupils dilated, a beautiful eclipse of early twilight and the euphoria of rose wine in your veins.

“Are you sure it’s still cold?” He asks you, the pad of his thumb tracing your lower lip, careful not to hurt you with his long nails.

You take in a breath.

Clearing your throat, you present him with the bag you had been concealing.

“For you.” You stammer, shoving the gift into his hands.

Tenn’s fluffy ears twitch at your action, as he curiously takes a look at the contents.

“You tried them before…” You begin, avoiding his gaze. “You said you liked these human snacks…”

From inside the bag, Tenn produces a rosy donut.

His eyes soften; you have no idea how sweet you are, do you?

His free hand finds one of yours, fingers intertwining as he guides you towards the house’s porch.

You two sit together.

“Let’s share, shall we?” He suggests, as his fluffy tails wrap around you, shielding you from the cold night air.

With a shy smile, you accept half of the soft pink donut.

Leaning against Tenn’s side, your free arm laces with his.

Periwinkle speckled with dots of starlight reigns over the heavens.

The moon shines in the middle of it, akin to a stage light focused on the couple starring in tonight’s idyll.

The fox spirit’s head rests gently on top of yours, the proximity to each other making you forget all about the mid autumn chill.

There will be other moments to think about how to tackle this forbidden romance.

Maybe the night will hear his prayers.

For now, though, having you so close like this is all the youkai wants.

Tenn’s soft ears flatten against his head as you play with his fluffy tails.

Your hearts dance together in the moonlight.

And right now, that’s more than enough.

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[rabbitenn]

Hello could I request imagines for a Tenn x Reader and momo x Reader with a Reader who has a crush on them but tries to deny it to avoid heartbreak (and struggles to talk to them)? Thank you🫶

OFF VOCAL.

Your feelings for him remain untold in the memories of your silent symphony.

ft. Kujo Tenn, Sunohara Momose x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, some angst.

Thank you for requesting, hun ! I’m sorry this is so late, but I hope you can still enjoy it, mwah <3

♡ KUJO TENN

The realization settles over you like the mesmerizing rays of an eclipse at dawn; you know you shouldn’t stare directly at the sun’s blinding daze, and yet, your eyes can’t quite avert from his light.

But this is normal, right?

Everyone was attracted to the rose gold light his imaginary wings always seemed to give off. A radiance in thaw; his otherworldly aura helplessly drawing you in, until the honey of his voice wrapped its sweet warmth around you.

Kujo Tenn.

Everyone’s angel.

Your closest friend.

And yet, obviously, you were not immune to his charms.

Every time his gaze found yours, no matter if it was in a crowded concert hall or in the privacy of one of your rooms, the world around you faded; white noise and the blurry background of a discolored picture were all that remained around you and Tenn.

Thus, you have to build a wall between you and the alluring image of the angel.

You can absolutely not reveal the emotions your heart beats in.

Tenn and you have been friends for so long… And he’s a famous idol on top of that… You can’t taint his wings in stygian ink just because of your foolish desires.

And so, you close off your own invisible wings, the freefall awaiting you, a slow, bittersweet agony.

For bites of tongue replace words you used to share with him, in the comfort of sugar scented bedrooms and the soft colors of glazed donuts.

And Tenn knows.

That something is weighing on your mind.

That the sunshine that usually filtered through the trees as he spent time with you is now dimmed; the first droplets of a downpour falling as perennial foliage decays.

You thought your silence would be the silver locket to keep your diary secret, but to him, it’s like breathlessness as a heavy feeling constricts your chest.

Thorny vines, opening your throat to ask for help.

And despite it all, you decide to stitch bloody thread over your lips, keeping them sealed, no matter how much your heart shreds.

Luckily, an angel’s halo just happens to shine upon you, healing the parts of you you’re self destroying.

“[Y/n],” Tenn calls you, as a few quiet seconds pass with no answer from you following. “Are you alright?” He asks, those beautiful maroon eyes of his regarding you with concern.

You stare at him with a confused expression. Then, you get back to your senses.

“Yeah… I guess I was just spacing out.” You utter softly, avoiding his eyes.

Fiddling with your fingers, you reach out for the plate of donuts sitting between you two.

The atmosphere feels tense enough around you, you feel you’ll suffocate if you don’t busy yourself with something soon.

In that instant, your hand is held by someone else’s.

His touch is tender, so gentle, as his fingers intertwine with yours.

“Will you tell me what’s wrong?” Tenn prompts, thumb running over the back of your hand.

You stammer, eyes widening, heart pounding wildly against your ribcage, a telltale sound of the frenzy your mind is into.

“I-I… I’m… It’s n-nothing.” You finally manage.

The angelic idol gives you a knowing look, a smirk playing on his too tempting lips.

“Since when did you become so shy around me?” He asks, one of his hands brushing some strands away from your face.

You take in a sharp breath, heat flaring up on your cheeks.

“T-that’s not…” You try to turn your face away from him.

Because you know if you keep getting lost in his pretty quartz-like eyes, your lips won’t be able to keep away from his.

And, however, it seems that’s exactly what he wants.

Taking your chin in between his fingers, Tenn guides your face towards his.

“Why, [Y/n]?” He whispers, thumb running over your lower lip.

Your breath hitches, pupils dilating as your friend, who’s definitely more than that, holds your gaze.

You know what he’s referring to.

Your silence. The avoidance and pulling away from him you’ve been isolating in.

“I can’t…” You begin, as thick words lodge in your throat, the fear of ‘I can’t be with you’ ‘I can’t have my heart broken when you inevitably say no’, the silent chains constricting your throat.

Strands of hair weaved from wishes on a shooting star tickle your cheek.

Tenn’s forehead rests against yours, as his hands thread through your hair.

He utters your name.

Millimeters separate his lips from yours.

And the hardcovers of your secret diary seem to fall apart this close to him.

“I love you.” You inevitable breath, pupils blown wide, in the space between.

Your angel’s answer comes in the form of warmth and softness upon your lips.

His hands move to your waist, bringing you closer to him in the sunlit space of the room.

Against your better judgment, your arms wrap around his shoulders, your form melting into the sweetness of his perfect embrace.

You’ve longed for this.

So many days, so many nights, in which dreams came to a close with you wide eyed, as you came down from the daze of his pretty face appearing in your oneiric illusions.

And even if you want to believe it, but fear makes you deny it, he’s yearned for this too.

Because as much as Tenn strives to move the hearts of his fans and put bright smiles on their faces, you are always the first one he sings for.

And now, even if it’s in an unspoken way, the melody of him next to you is finally being relied.

Alas, seconds helplessly tick by, and one cannot exist without oxygen forever, as much as you can’t be without each other.

“I love you too, for a long time now, I have.” Are the words that follow your Tenn’s soft smile the moment you part.

There is no need for locked vaults between you and him anymore.

♡ SUNOHARA MOMOSE

You know you are a fool.

Both for even beginning to fathom your feelings could ever be returned, and for acting the way you’re doing now.

You’re just making yourself miserable and you know it.

And yet, you’re hell bent on denying it.

It’s so obvious to you now how he could never like you back in the same way you like him.

He’s one of Japan’s top idols, for crying out loud.

The fact that you just happen to know him since his college days doesn’t mean anything.

Therefore, you are determined to swat away any thoughts of infatuation that come your way.

No matter if that means entirely isolating from him.

Momo.

The friend that’s been with you for over seven years now.

You can’t ruin what you have; and what’s more: you don’t know what you’d do with yourself if you heard ‘no’ coming out of his lips.

So pulling away, being quiet… That’s what must be done.

You were always good at it, anyway.

And besides, what good would it do, if you ended up accidentally making your feelings known?

This is for the better.

You turn around in your bed, the city lights casting a dimmed glow around your room; dyeing it in shades of muted cyan.

Blue.

Quite fitting for the state you find yourself in.

Lying on your side, sheets rumpled, as numbness and doubt wrap around you.

Your eyes focus on your phone for a moment, carelessly thrown around your bed.

You’ve been ignoring all the messages today.

Especially the ones sent by him.

You just… couldn’t bring yourself to open them; it hurt seeing his enthusiastic typing and all the cute kaomojis. It’s as if… You were betraying him by being like usual, when it’s clear your feelings for him have shifted to another direction.

Not that you’ll ever reveal that to him.

And if you ignore it for long enough, it is sure to fade away.

A doodle in pink pencil, undoubtedly to be erased as paper yellows beneath the ticking of the clock.

You knew that better than anyone.

You have been wiped out too many times when you tried to speak from your heart, for it to become whole again.

Deep scars still remain, and they hurt enough as is to risk reopening them once more.

It’s better to wound the remaining untouched flesh of your choking heart, if you want to avoid shattering it completely.

Fuzzy thoughts turn into exhaustion, which leads you into restless dreams, under the light of a dimmed moon.

You awake to the strident sound of a ringtone blaring right by your ears.

Judging by the light around, it’s still early, and no sun is filtering through the curtains today.

Groggily, you pick up, if only to stop the annoying ringing.

“Yeah?” You yawn half asleep.

A second later, you pull the speaker away from you, the voice on the other side, on the edge of yelling.

“[Y/n]-chan! I finally got in touch! You haven’t been replying to my texts, ah I was so worried!”

“I…” You begin. “I’m fine, Momo, please don’t worry.” You reply, trying to keep your tone even.

On one hand, it really does warm your heart he’s been thinking about you.

On the other, you really do feel guilty for having worried him…

And besides, you’ve totally failed to avoid him.

“Are you sure, [Y/n]?” Melancholy is palpable in his usually perky tone. It makes you feel a pang of hurt on your chest.

“I… Yeah, I guess…” You trail off.

A few seconds of silence on the other end of the line.

Then:

“You know, if you’re not feeling well or there’s something worrying you, you can count on me.”

Why was Momo always so kind? It makes it so hard to keep denying what’s clearly love for him.

“I’ll figure it out.” You mumble, perhaps more to yourself than for him to hear.

“I know you will, [Y/n], but, you know, if you want some company… Just say the word.”

A nostalgic smile settles on your lips.

The truth is you would certainly like it, his company.

You let out a sigh.

“I’d love that.” You utter, truthfully.

One of Momo’s bright giggles can be heard on the other end.

A few fleeting ticks later, your doorbell rings.

“Open the door then, [Y/n]-chan.”

You can’t help the wide smile spreading on your face.

“What? Really? You’re here?”

You can practically see the nervous laugh he lets out.

“I… uh got worried when you didn’t reply and I thought maybe you were sick, so I… kinda bought many of your favorite snacks… yeah…”

He’s too cute.

With that same dopey grin on your face, you open the door.

Even if you can’t make your feelings known for now, you suppose it’s alright to indulge in the tight hug he gives you.

You certainly needed one from him right now.

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[rabbitenn]

Hi! I've been watching i7 for a long time now and re-pick up the series recently and now I saw your blog and I must say I absolutely love them!

If it's not a hassle, can I request for Tenn x idol!reader who lies on and off stage, acting as if they're cold and harsh to everyone but when they're with him their persona just come off? Even when people around they just gets all open and loving towards him, showing him a side no one else expected to see

I don't know if this is a good request but I hope you're okay with it! Please take your time and thank you for your hardworks!

OH, YOU’RE COLD AS ICE, BABY.

Flowers bloomed beneath the frigid layers of unforgiving snow.

ft. Kujo Tenn x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

Thank you so much for your kind words and your request, lovely anony ! I wasn’t sure if you wanted headcanons or a scneario for this one, so I went with the latter. I hope you it meets your expectations, and sorry it took me so long to get to it.

Another one of your flawless performances comes to a close.

Ice blue lights shine upon you, as the crowd fills with applause.

You knew better than to smile.

After all, all of this clamor, all of this fame, was not earned by your charisma.

Oh, no, you had made sure of that.

With a steely stare and pursed lips, you were here for business.

Of course, you loved to sing and to dance. However, years of endless training had made sure any semblance of a sincere smile seemed fabricated.

Your performances were a perfect snowflake, with pointed tips beneath the endless lights and color. You offered the audience unforgettable sights.

And you knew too well that’s why you single handedly managed to fill venue after venue.

No selfies were exchanged afterwards, and no autographs were ever handed for free.

Cold, distant.

Those were the terms used to describe the prodigy idol that had risen to the top.

You.

A beautiful mirage, a blizzard that came out of nowhere.

You were aware of the reception you had, social media and the whispers of fans ended up reaching you sooner than later.

And yet, you kept up with the haughty and unreachable persona.

You had always acted that way, after all.

Even if they are long gone now, the days at school in which you spent recess time alone, with a book in hand, still linger in your memory.

You share the same piercing stare as the kid you were back then.

It is safer like this, walls were built to keep cities safe, right?

However, there is a certain someone that always managed to melt the dewy icicles clinging to you like iridescent stardust.

It is as if blue skies extended forever over the upwards curve gracing your lips the moment you see him.

“Tenn-Tenn!” You call him, as you leave the practise room, your face lit up by an unadulterated grin.

Your boyfriend lets out a chuckle, as he leans away from the wall, lashes fluttering closed in a flurry of moonlit dawns.

When you throw your arms around him, he’s ready to catch you.

Your bag clatters to the ground, not caring about your belongings in the slightest when your beloved’s warmth surrounds you so gently.

You squeeze Tenn a little tighter, your cheeks warm as you nuzzle your face against the soft fabric of his woolen coat, his beige scarf tickling you.

“Someone is affectionate today.” He smiles, hands coming to cup your cheeks as he leaves a quick kiss to your forehead.

His sweet gesture makes you giggle.

No matter how many cheers you got on stage, nothing could ever come close to comparing to the sheer joy you felt by Tenn’s side.

Your fingers lace with his, linking your pinky with his.

“I missed you.” You pout, looking up at him with big innocent eyes.

The idol’s own gaze softens; you were so sweet like this, the spark of northern lights coloring you in shades of rainbow and spring.

“I’m here now, though, my love.” He tells you, tucking a flyaway strand of hair behind your ear.

“I know.” You sigh, a lovestruck smile playing on your features.

With unparalleled softness, your lips brush against his, the vibrant shades of lipstick you wore on stage replaced by the sweet taste of your strawberry chapstick.

“Can we…” You begin, voice barely above a tender whisper. “Go home and cuddle, please?” You inquire, your hands leaning over the angelic idol’s heart.

His arms loop around your waist, pulling you even closer to him, if that was possible.

His head leans on top of yours, as he lets out a soft laugh.

“You’re adorable, my [Y/n].” He says, picking up your bag, as you swing your laced hands between you two.

Little did you know, your manager had been witnessing your lovely display of affection, doing a double take when they were hit with waves of a temperate breeze instead of your usual glacial gales.

Perhaps they had worked for too long today and were seeing things.

Best to call it a day too.

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[rabbitenn]

so you know how Momo got jealous over Yuki and Banri reunited and bonding and felt like a terrible person for it because he still wants them to be happy and together? How about that but this time its Momo's s\o going through the same feelings he did but towards him? Maybe they're jealous because of his chemistry with Yuki or because he has a lot of friends :3

OUR INCOMPLETE SELVES.

You feel at war with yourself. Why is it that your hesitant heart keeps trying to compete with the deserved happiness and friendships he finds?

ft. Sunohara Momose x gn! reader.

cw/genre: angst to comfort.

Thank you for your request, anony ! I’m sorry this took so long. I hope you can enjoy it anyway <3

You don’t deserve him, anyway.

For you to even fathom you could stand next to the sunlight he embodies is borderline ridiculous.

How could you, who has only envy and second guessing running through their veins?

You are destined to walk the shadows, your only company, the monotone padding of your steps against faded concrete.

Why did you even feel like this?

You want him to be happy, and if that means he enjoys spending his time with his groupmate and other friends, then it’s alright, no?

And yet, a small twisted voice at the back of your mind begs to differ.

‘You don’t matter’ ‘He’ll forget you’ ‘How pathetic are you to be relegated to second place after his friends.’

Your breathing quickens, as you shut your eyes, a tense frown forming on your brow.

You shake your head, trying to swat away the shrill laughter that ensues after your deepest fears have been voiced by your wicked subconscious.

A glance towards the window proves how long you have been overthinking; the citrine outline of a dusking horizon has turned to marine now. No stars seem to prevail in a sky polluted by city lights.

You pour yourself a glass of water.

It’s gotten late.

And Momo isn’t back yet.

Your grip on the glass turns knuckle-white, perhaps to prevent your trembling hands from dropping the fine china.

Though you have the impression you’re the one that would shatter at the minimum impact.

If you aren’t already broken, that is.

At the same time you put your glass down, you hear the keys click on the front door.

Not long after, your boyfriend’s perky voice resounds through the corridor.

Do you have the right to call him that, though?

“Darling, I’m back! Ah, it’s so cold outside, I want to cuddle-“

Momo’s sentence is cut midway when he sees you leaning against the counter.

Your head is hung low, and your shoulders seem to be trembling.

“Baby, are you alright?” He asks, fuchsia eyes tainted in concern.

Why is he so kind?

You don’t deserve it.

But at the same time, you wonder, is he this kind with Yuki too? With his other friends?

And so what if he is? It’s good more people get to know Momo and see how sweet and caring he is.

You just can’t help the thoughts that find their way into your brain, like vines that spread, corrosion infesting your psyche.

“I’m fine.” You reply, a choked out sound, voice a thin thread about to snap at the minimum oscillation. “I’m fine…” You repeat, more to reassure yourself than your partner.

“Are you sure, [Y/n]?” His hand moves to your temple, feeling for a temperature, his other arm around your form. “You don’t seem to have a fever.” He states, beaming softly.

You think it looks a little sad, his smile.

He pulls you closer, his warmth calming your mind a little.

“Dear, you can tell me if there’s anything worrying you.” Momo tells you, his voice gentle, as he holds your face in between his hands.

And just like that, you break a little.

You lean your side against his torso, silent tears marking the cracks of your fragmented soul.

“I’m horrible…” You mumble. “Because I should be happier… But I… Sometimes I get this feeling that your friends and Yuki… That they will replace me some day.” You bury your head in his chest. “And I’m happy, I’m very glad you have such a good connexion with him and that you always make so many friends, but I’m also… Am I bad, Momo? For fearing being left behind?”

Your boyfriend’s arms squeeze you a little tighter.

Then, he says:

“You could never be bad, my darling.” His hands trace soothing patterns over your back. In their wake, liquid gold remains, putting back together pieces of you that were falling prey to the devils that consume you.

“You could never ever be less than perfect, [Y/n].” He rests his head on top of yours. “Your feelings are valid, and they don’t make you any less loved by me, okay, baby?”

And in those words of his, memories linger.

Not all of them are shades of vivid rose and verdant, no.

Some of them are ashen, stained by the bitter taste of feeling lost.

“You are my irreplaceable lover.” He assures you, hands cupping your face again. “Never forget that, please?” Almost imperceptible tears shine at the corners of his vibrant eyes.

He understands how you feel, perhaps because once, the same dagger that’s dared to graze your heart pierced his too.

But now you have each other.

And maybe not right now, but with time, you’ll put back together the forgotten pieces of your almost complete puzzle.

Outside, two bold stars have dared to brave the city-lit sky.

They are watching over you.

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[rabbitenn]

hi there I hope it's okay to ask for headcanons for the twins with a s/o who's fun loving but kinda shy? Like the moment they know something they like they ramble and just hide's their face with their hands smiling and stammering out apologizes realizing how long they spoke?

ARDOR LIFE.

Your endless talks about your passions are the hearth he’d love to sit by as shades of your vibrant smiles fill his heart.

ft. Kujo Tenn, Nanase Riku x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff.

hello, lovely anon ! this is such a sweet idea for the precious twins <3 I’m sorry I’m posting it late, but I still hope it’s to your liking.

♡ KUJO TENN

— Tenn is so perceptive, he can tell right away when you’re brimming with excitement, be it because you’re going to be doing something you like soon or just because you’ve taken up a new hobby.

— You always loved to share your joys with him, rewarding him with your most unadulterated smiles, eyes sparkling, a kaleidoscope opening up your heart fully to your lover.

— You were so precious like this… Tenn’s expressions turned utterly mellow when he beheld you in these moments.

— To him, you danced beneath the rosy caress of late dawns; the way you shined, only accentuating with every word you spoke.

— And Tenn feels honored that you choose him.

— See, he’s used to the fame and being his fans’ first choice, but, for you to share your passions and favorite interests with him, just because he’s himself, with no stage or colored lights to paint his angel wings in technicolor mosaics… It warms his heart.

— Of course, though, sometimes the topic you choose to fawn over is none other than him.

— And honestly, that makes Tenn equally as happy. He loves his fans, after all, and you’re naturally his favorite.

— And, well, if what you’re talking about happens to be something he’s into as well, Tenn is so grateful to be able to share this joy with you!

— “Tenn! Tenn!” You call him, wide smile illuminating the face he so adores. “Look! Look what I found! You’re going to love it!” You call him, showing him your phone screen.

— The idol’s gaze softens the moment he sees you, practically jumping up and down in excitement.

— “It’s a new cat cafe! It’s so cute! They have so many kittens, and they even adopt strays that have nowhere to go. Look, it’s all explained on their official page.” You scroll down a bit. “Here! They give them medical treatment if they need it, and they get good food and shelter this way! Isn’t it amazing? And look at the sweets they sell! Cat shaped strawberry cream donuts! We have to go, Tenn!”

— You grab his wrist softly, tugging on his sleeve as you ramble on.

— A smile filled with tenderness draws on your boyfriend’s face, a chuckle leaving his lips.

— His fingers find yours, slotting them in between.

— ‘You’re too cute.’ Tenn thinks fondly, as he’s completely lost in your adorable features rather than paying attention to the pictures you show him.

— Don’t get him wrong. He loves what you’re sharing with him, but you are so enchanting and perfect to him… Especially when you shine so bright with excitement… He just can’t take his eyes off of you.

— “We should go indeed, my love.” He tells you, head resting against yours.

— That’s when you fluster, realizing how much you’ve rambled on.

— “Tenn… I’m sorry…” Comes your mumbled apology, face buried in your hands. “I talk too much…”

— Your boyfriend’s response comes in the form of a light chuckle.

— “Don’t hide from me, my sweet [Y/n].” He utters, delicately taking your hands in his soft ones. “I love it when you tell me about the things that make you happy.”

— And when your eyes meet his, you can tell he means it.

— His eyes are the shade of first kisses beneath a wintry sunset, pink clouds drifting away as bright rays sway in between naked branches. There’s so much gentleness and care contained in a single gaze…

— “Aren’t I… annoying? When I go on for so long?” You wonder.

— “You could never be annoying.” Tenn assures you, lips brushing over your knuckles. “Please, always keep being this bright, sunshine.” He asks you, fingertips tracing your jawline.

— Any other statement dies in your throat at his proximity, strands of silken stardust tickling you as the angel places one last tender kiss to your cheek.

— He loves you and your long talks, and he’d be damned if he didn’t let you know.

♡ NANASE RIKU

— Honestly, you’re made for each other!

— Riku is pretty excitable himself, his every emotion clear as day in the little changes of his expression.

— So when it is you who is enthusiastic about something, it’s like a full circle feedback of exhilaration between you two.

— Honestly, Riku is your biggest hypeman, whatever it is you want to ramble about, he’s more than happy to listen; he just thinks you’re so cool.

— Due to his condition, IDOLiSH7’s center grew up pretty sheltered, resulting in him still being naive in regards to a variety of aspects.

— So, you telling him about the things you love makes him feel like a window to your inner colorful world opens right before his eyes.

— On one hand, he loves discovering new things you tell him about or that you’ve gotten into recently.

— And on the other, Riku is so happy you trust him and go to him first when you have news to share! Instead of walking on eggshells and just keeping him shielded, you share your passions with him, and invite him to take part in them.

— “Riku! Rikkun! Guess what?” You excitedly greet him, jumping from his bed, as soon as he gets to the dorms.

— You wrap your arms around him, holding a magazine in between your hands.

— “Mph!” Your boyfriend has time to let out, as he embraces you, trying not to topple over to the ground with you.

— You pull away a little, enough to meet those big vibrant eyes of his, so often puppy-like.

— “Riku! They’re holding a book fair and look at this! There’s gonna be signed limited edition copies of the next book from that series we were reading! Will you go with me? I want to give you a copy! You’ve been working so hard, I’d love to get something nice as a reward for you!”

— “Really? They’re releasing the next book already?” He inspects the magazine you show him. “Aah! They are indeed! This is such a nice surprise!”

— “Right? Right?” You prompt, holding both of his hands in yours, as you swing them. “We could have a date on that day. I’ll take you to a cafe with tasty donuts and then we can have omurice for lunch too…”

— You suddenly trail off, averting your gaze as your face feels suddenly a little too hot.

— “Ah… I… I’m talking too much…” You lower your head, burying it in your boyfriend’s chest. “I’m getting carried away… Sorry, Riku…”

— He smiles, his arms instantly tightening their hold around your form.

— Carmine eyes flutter closed, as his hands gently brush through your hair.

— “You never talk too much.” He tells you, searching for your gaze, brows slightly furrowed, offering you a reassuring smile. “And…” He scratches the back of his neck. “You already know that I like it when you share news with me, [Y/n]. It makes me happy.”

— A shy smile curls your lips as you fleetingly brush them against Riku’s.

“Thank you, baby.” You whisper, combing vibrant crimson strands away from his adorable face. “You make me the happiest, Rikkun.”

— His nose brushes yours lovingly.

There is no doubt you make him the happiest too.

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[rabbitenn]

11.11.

Maybe it was a good thing you had already finished almost all the pocky by yourself. After all, he thought it always tasted better directly from your lips.

ft. Kujo Tenn x gn! reader.

cw/genre: suggestive, a lil heated, fluff.

a lil pocky day special fic I put together in less than an hour hehe. It’s a bit late, but it’s still the 11th on some timezones, so I hope you enjoy <3

Soft lips envelop yours hungrily, the poise and daintiness he showed on stage nowhere to be seen in this moment.

In his kiss, you still taste sweet strawberries, its vibrant shades of pink and red manifesting in the butterfly wings aflutter in your stomach.

Your hands play with the white strands at his nape, as nimble fingers slip beneath the fabric of your (his) sweater.

Your lungs scream for air.

It’s bliss.

“Tenn…” You breathe, in between the heat of shared kisses, the sensation of the idol’s lips on yours still searing when he pulls a few millimeters away.

To think that all this started because of a simple pocky game.

—

November had arrived in early sunsets and windy nights, late evening walks swapped in favor of days in, blankets around you and your boyfriend’s sweater comfortably enveloping your form.

In his shared apartment’s couch, you bring your knees closer to your chest, as you grab another sweet stick from the box.

Taking a small bite, you turn another page from the book currently in your hands.

It’s nice, to have these moments of peace and quiet.

Although… As sweet as the pocky is, and even though the novel has you hooked, you miss Tenn.

Little more than thirty minutes before midnight and he hasn’t come back home yet.

You fidget with the cookie stick currently in your mouth, finishing it off in your nervousness.

You pick another.

And another.

And one more.

And just as you were to grab the last of the pocky, the front door clicks open.

You perk up, the sound of your lover’s sweet voice, your favorite symphony right now.

“I’m home.” Tenn announces, stepping into the living room.

“Tenn!” You exclaim, jumping to wrap your arms around him, basking in the softness of the light grey coat he’s still wearing.

Your antics elicit an airy chuckle from your partner, as he returns the hug.

As much as you loved wearing Tenn’s clothes, and especially his fuzzy sweater, none can compare to the warmth of his embrace.

“Is that my sweater, love?” He asks you, as he adjusts the garment closer to your form.

“It is…” You lean into your boyfriend’s soft palm as he cups your face, your own coming to rest on top of him. “I missed you…”

Tenn’s forehead rests against yours, thumb delicately tracing the corner of your lips.

“And I, you, my [Y/n].”

Then, he chuckles. “What have you been eating? You’ve got crumbs everywhere.”

Your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, hands coming up to cover your face.

Tenn was always so elegant and dignified… You are too flustered right now.

He regards you with tenderness in his stare, those expressive eyes of his, holding the calm embers of endless sunrises.

“You’re so cute, my love.” He tells you, as he guides you to sit on the couch.

You bury your face in his chest, wiggling your legs.

“I was eating that.” You mumble, pointing to the pink pocky box laying around on the sofa.

Tenn picks it up. And the moment he sees its contents, or rather, the lack of them, a smirk forms on his lips.

“Oh? And you only left me one?” He tuts, as two of his fingers hook under your chin, guiding you to look at him. “Hmm… I think you’ll have to let me have a taste, wouldn’t you agree?” Your lover winks, putting the last pocky stick in between your lips.

Your eyes widen, as Tenn positions his mouth on the other end of the stick.

There is no need to exchange words for you to know what follows.

The rosy coating of the cookie shrinks progressively, your lips dangerously closer and closer to Tenn’s with every bite.

At last, he’s the one to finish off the biscuit, a teasing peck that holds no innocence brushing against your cupid’s bow.

“[Y/n]…” Your angel utters, pupils dilated.

His palms rest on each side of you, your gaze half lidded.

A few beats pass, your breath held, your heartbeat marking the ticking of infinite seconds.

When Tenn leans in, you know he’s more a devil than an angel right now.

You’re in for a long night.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Perhaps it was a good idea, to finish almost all the pocky.

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