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rabbitenn · 5 months

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Can I ask for a kissing headcannons with Sogo, Tenn, Momo and Toma please? Also if it's not too much can it be slightly suggestive too? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) but if 4 characters are a lot then Sogo and Toma only

Also, don't forget to take care of yourself author! Please eat at least 3 meals a day and hydrate yourself frequently. Lately, people around me are getting sick because of the cold weather so make sure to stay warm too alright? (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

TASTE YOU, TASTE YOU.

“Come over here beside me. My restraint crumbles.”

— HYDE, Kiss Of Death.

ft. Osaka Sogo, Kujo Tenn, Sunohara Momose, Inumaru Toma x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, suggestive (a lil spicy, still sfw), mentions of alcohol.

Thank you for requesting, nonnie ! I’m very sorry this took so long, I hope you still like it <3 Remember to take care of yourself too and stay hydrated, plus get enough sleep, dear ! Winter is approaching, so stay warm too !

♡ OSAKA SOGO

— Osaka Sogo, the epitome of a proper young man, calm and composed, always respectful and following the rules.

— Except when someone messes with his friends, and especially when you tempted him.

— If you add a few drops of alcohol to that last situation, well, you are in for a heated night.

— In any other occasion, you knew your boyfriend wouldn’t be this bold. Not that you are complaining in the slightest, no. He looks so dashing with that dark glint in his violet eyes, face flushed as he desperately chases after your lips.

— And you know, you know he is going to regret it if the state he’s in were to be witnessed by every guest in this gala.

— So you pull him aside, the cold hour making the rose garden outside the venue the perfect deserted scenario.

— The lights from the party cast him in shades of golden, moonbeams refracting from his intense gaze. The night breeze carries the scent of thorny blooms, not unlike his cheeks in their carmine hue.

— “[Y/n]…” He breathes, nose brushing against yours. And you have to admit, the desperation, bordering on hunger in his voice, is a nice change.

— For a moment, you hesitate. Is it really okay, to let him go on when he’s like this? When you know he most likely won’t be able to remember anything by next morning?

— And yet, caution is thrown to the wind the moment his hands reach your waist.

— Pulling you down on a stone bench half concealed by the rose bushes, Sogo hovers above you, arms on either side of your head.

— “So…” You breathe, heart racing, pounding in your ears, the tell-tale sound of warning signs, of ‘you shouldn’t be doing this, not here, not now.’ Alarms blare inside your head, and yet, they’re all silenced by the searing caress of his intoxicated kiss.

— You can taste sake in the sweetness of his tongue begging for access into your mouth.

— And, helplessly, irrevocably, you succumb to it. Akin to the bubbles of sparkling champagne at midnight, euphoria runs through your veins like white-hot liquid flames.

— Your arms wrap around his neck, messing with his already half undone tie. He’s burning up, the dawn lit strands at his nape, sweaty, but you don’t care.

— Despite everything, you want more of this feeling; the sweet prohibition of a love that’s always kept behind closed doors; the thrill of getting caught, and Sogo’s drive… Are enough for you to dive headfirst into danger.

— The night is still young, after all, and everyone seems to be too distracted with their own business at the party.

— So you’ll indulge a little more in this forbidden moonlit paradise.

♡ KUJO TENN

— Tenn, the modern day angel, who is devilish as they come underneath that charming smile he offers his fans.

— That’s not to say his mischievous side isn’t charming, oh no, he is too magnetizing for you to resist him.

— And he loves it.

— To see you struggling to form coherent words, as you try to keep yourself from stuttering (and fail), as your cheeks heat up at the teasing tone he uses to get what he wants from you.

— Your boyfriend’s lips brush the shell of your ear, his face is millimeters away from yours, when he whispers to you how he could give you a secret night you are sure to never forget.

— “Tenn! Stop teasing me!” You pout, covering your face with a pillow you then use to softly swat him away.

— He responds with a chuckle, as he takes your wrists in his.

— “You know you love it, my [Y/n].” He tells you, eyes of sunset clouds lined in starlight staring into yours.

— You swallow, letting out incoherent sounds.

— And you can’t take your eyes off of your angel the moment stardust caresses his cheekbones when his eyes close and his lips seal his words with a kiss to your inner wrist.

— “Did you like that, my love?” Tenn asks, at the same time his fingertips sneak beneath your shirt, his hands warm and soft against your body.

— You can just nod, too flustered to trust yourself with your voice while he is like this.

— Then, his angel halo hovers above the two of you when his forehead comes to rest against yours. And despite his perfect face, and soft voice, the words he utters next couldn’t be more devilish.

— “I could do more things you’d like, if you let me.” He whispers, bringing your fingertips to his lips.

— “I- I let you, Tenn… I want you to-“ Is all you can reply before his lips are enveloping yours in a kiss that’s equal parts tender as it is burning passion.

— And in his proximity, you melt. Falling back against the silky covers of your bed, you let your lover take the air away from your lungs. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back, the frenzied pace of your unruly heart propelling you towards the only right path: Tenn.

— One of his hands cups the side of your face, as the other finds your own over the softness of pale rosy blankets.

— Your fingers slot between his, squeezing his hand lovingly.

— ‘I love you.’ The gesture spells, as your lips are entangled with his, rising you up on angel wings towards dawny pink skies.

— In your own made dream, only you two exist. Tenn, all the light you need, his allure akin to the celestial shine of distant constellations you can feel warm at the tip of your fingers.

— But alas, no matter how sweet and perfect his kisses taste, it seems you both need to pull away for air, if only for a few instants.

— When he looks at you, your boyfriend’s pupils are blown wide, hair sticking away from his forehead. Somehow, the first buttons of his shirt have come undone.

— Smiling softly, your lips trace the path from his chest to his temple, cherry blossom pink blooming in your wake as the angelic idol’s cheeks flush in vibrant shades of rose.

♡ SUNOHARA MOMOSE

— Your boyfriend was usually the paragon of cute and cheerful.

— Read, usually.

— Because there were moments in which his wide-eyed fuchsia gaze turned dark with desire, camellias at midnight, longing to lure you into a trap of never ending romance with their vivid petals.

— And, naturally, who were you to resist this intense side of your partner? You simply can’t, not when you find yourself between him and the wall, one of his arms resting near your head as he inches closer towards you.

— The curtains to his home are drawn, the warm lamp light surrounding you in a haze of anticipation and longing for him, in the same way he aches for you.

— “Darling…” He lets out, two-toned strands tickling your forehead with how close to you he is right now.

— “Yes, Momo?” You ask him, voice almost breaking as you attempt to hold your breath, afraid that the slightest sound may disturb this moment, popping the bubble of intimacy surrounding you.

— His answer comes in the form of his hands cupping your face and him leaning in.

— He tilts his face to the side, as he deepens the kiss, his sharper canines slightly grazing your lower lip.

— You don’t mind at all. Quite the opposite, actually.

— The sensation just serves to spur you on, your hands tangling in his frosted tips, as you drink in his biting kiss.

— It’s a little sloppy on both parts, but neither of you care.

— Especially not when you tug on his lip using your teeth, an indication to go further, that you want more of him.

— He loves you like this, desperate and unrestrained, just the two of you and your unbound feelings driving your every action.

— “There’s no way I’m letting you leave here tonight, my darling.” Momo breathes, in between heated kisses.

— You level him with a sensuous gaze.

— “I just want to be with you tonight.” You utter, lips parted, as you lean in for a brief kiss. “I’m yours, Momo.”

— He lets out a light chuckle, lips trailing your jaw, your skin hot in every place his kisses touch you.

— “And you know I couldn’t be happier about that.” He replies to your statement.

— You both lean in again, stumbling to the couch, where he pulls you on top of him, never once separating his lips from yours.

— And when your glances meet next, both of you know you’re in for an intense night, in the best of ways.

♡ INUMARU TOMA

— Toma wears his feelings on his sleeve, and obviously (even more so than usual) that applies to you as well.

— You are so sweet and loving to him, how is he supposed to hold back his impulses?

— Your smile… the way your eyes shine a little brighter when you talk to him, the way you stand close to him…

— Everything makes it so hard for him to exert self restraint.

— Oh, he knows how much his group mates would tease him for it, but at this moment, he doesn’t have it in him to care.

— He has more important matters to attend to.

— That being you.

— And if you keep smiling at him like that he might end up pinning you against the wall.

— “Why don’t you, then, pretty boy?” You incite him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, towering over him in his sitting position.

— “Did I say that out loud?!” Toma exclaims, garnet hued eyes widening in horror at his impulses being revealed in front of you, of all people.

— “Oh, you certainly did.” You smirk, sitting in front of him over the table, legs crossed, as you lean forward, a finger tugging him closer by his choker.

— Perhaps to prevent you from seeing his flustered expression, or maybe because he can’t hold back anymore, your boyfriend picks you up by the waist, leaning you against the wall.

— “I will certainly do more than say it, then.” He warns, his voice close to a growl, as his little fangs sink on your lower lip, tugging on it, hands roaming from your waist to your hips, bringing you closer to him by the small of your back.

— “I look forward to it.” You rasp, breathing coming in short, hands cradling his jawline.

— ZOOL’s leader leans back in, your fingers fumbling with his jacket, finally discarded to the floor, as his bare arms wrap around you, your hands resting over the fabric of his black tank top.

— Perhaps he was the one that couldn’t hold back, but you’re the one that can’t get enough of him.

— For when Toma slightly pulls away for air, your hands tangle in his maroon locks, as you smash your lips against his again.

— You can feel his smile into the kiss.

— Guess neither of you really could be without the other for another minute.

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idolish7imagines · 6 months

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IDOLiSH7 HC/IMAGINE MASTERLIST

Note: The italicized titles are imagines/drabbles, the rest are mostly headcanons

Ongoing Stories

Private Love (Multiple chars x reader) (slight nsfw in some chapters)

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7

RE:Purpose (Momo/Yuki x Reader) (nsfw in some chapters)

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5

IDOLiSH7

All

with a kpop idol s/o

'Foreign' (i7 with fan! reader)

s/o saying 'don't leave me'

Reacting to their S/O Saying They Aren’t Beautiful

Iori Izumi

with a mangaka s/o

(21+) Drinking Headcanons

Yamato Nikaido

with a shy and gentle s/o

with an s/o that likes to spoil him

terms of endearment

favorite ways to kiss their s/o

handle witnessing reader's abusive ex

with a cute, cheerful s\o

Mitsuki Izumi

with a mangaka s/o

reuniting with a childhood crush who’s a songwriter

terms of endearment

Tamaki Yotsuba

Sogo Osaka

with an s/o who likes to praise them

Nagi Rokuya

with male s/o hcs

with a shy and gentle s/o

with a kind, reserved s/o

terms of endearment

favorite ways to kiss their s/o

Riku Nanase

with a kind, reserved s/o

s/o doing parkour to give them lunch while being filmed

with an s/o who likes to praise them

(21+) Drinking Headcanons

TRIGGER

All

hair headcanons

with a kpop idol s/o

with a quiet s/o getting angry

romantic relationship headcanons

with a sweet and motherly s/o

serenading their s/o

with a mermaid s/o

s/o saying "don't leave me"

with an s/o that is good at textile design

kink headcanons (nsfw)

reacting to their s/o having paired bracelets with another member

Tenn Kujo

with an s/o that hugs a lot

with a Youtuber singer s/o

with an s/o thats overwhelmed in life

'Keep Your Eyes On Me'

with a “mysterious, all over the place” male s/o

s/o doing parkour to give them lunch while being filmed

with an s/o who likes to praise them

favorite ways to kiss their s/o

on their S/O’s birthday

with shy reader who is also VERY clingy and easily emotional

with an s\o stuck in the rain

(21+) Drinking Headcanons

Gaku Yaotome

s/o that proclaiming themselves as the boys’ knight who will protect them

receiving homemade Christmas bento and dinner from their s/o

s/o doing parkour to give them lunch while being filmed

terms of endearment

favorite ways to kiss their s/o

with an insecure and anxious s/o

'Gaku’s Birthday'

'Vampire Bite' (Halloween) (slight nsfw)

handle witnessing reader's abusive ex

Ryunosuke Tsunashi

s/o that proclaiming themselves as the boys’ knight who will protect them

receiving homemade Christmas bento and dinner from their s/o

with an s/o who likes to praise them

favorite ways to kiss their s/o

'Dinner Date'

Re:vale

All

with a kpop idol s/o

s/o saying “don’t leave me.”

Momose Sunohara

'A Faded String of Love' (soulmate au)

receiving homemade Christmas bento and dinner from their s/o

'Romantic Getaway'

favorite ways to kiss their s/o

S/O hiding a sprained ankle from him

on their S/O’s birthday

handle witnessing reader's abusive ex

with shy reader who is also VERY clingy and easily emotional

with an s\o stuck in the rain

Yukito Orikasa

with an s/o that hugs a lot

s/o that proclaiming themselves as the boys’ knight who will protect them

receiving homemade Christmas bento and dinner from their s/o

handle witnessing reader's abusive ex

ZOOL

All

with a kpop idol s/o

meeting their s/o's parents

reacting to an ex-gangster reader

Haruka Isumi

with a kind s/o

with a sick s/o

Haruka’s First time with his S/O (slight nsfw)

Minami Natsume

with an s/o that hugs a lot

favorite ways to kiss their s/o

Toma Inumaru

favorite ways to kiss their s/o

Managers

Banri Ogami

S/O bringing him Bento at Work

'Fever'

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nnseriku · 1 year

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Hello. I'm on fire with an idea! How about a love triangle between the members of Re:vale and the reader? I think it would be interesting.

𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘 // [ʸᵘᵏⁱᵗᵒ ᵒʳⁱᵏᵃˢᵃ, ᵐᵒᵐᵒˢᵉ ˢᵘⁿᵒʰᵃʳᵃ]

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : ⁱⁿ ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ᵗʷᵒ ᵇᵉˢᵗ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈˢ ᶠᵉˡˡ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶠⁱᵍʰᵗⁱⁿᵍ ⁱˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃˢᵗ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵈᵒ ˢᵒ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵘᵖ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃⁿ ;]

𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘥 ! [ʸᵒᵘ/ʸᵒᵘʳ/ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ]

𝗡𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : ⁿᵒ ᵍᵉⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ! ‘⁻ˢᵃⁿ’ ⁱˢ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢʰᵒʷ ʳᵉˢᵖᵉᶜᵗ ʰᵉʳᵉ. ⁱᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵗᵒ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ⁱ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵐⁱⁿᵉ <3

— i just know they would compliment you behind your back but they just never really question the other's feelings towards you

“Kyaa! [Name]-san is just so attractive!”

“I agree with you, Momo. [Name] looks as stunning as ever”

— it definitely happened for A WHILE. Momo is the one who snapped out of it first and instead of continuing Yuki's praise, he was like ; 😦🤨

“Are you perhaps interested in [Name] too?”

— and then Yuki just turned at Momo with the most questioning look

“Too?”

— they sorta stared at eachother for a bit to take things in and then Momo felt arrows stab his back

— Momo felt a little sad because he can never go against Yuki! Yuki is like the most hottest and dreamiest guy ever! if he were to be compared to Yuki, he wouldn't even be surprised if the latter won

— Yuki on the other hand, didn't really feel threatened. He was just amused to find out Momo's crush this way

“Wait, but you can't like [Name]! You're so handsome! I can never win against you! It'd be like, unfair!”

“Are you suggesting for me to give up my love for [Name]?”

“No! But—..”

— they won't fight over this but they'd have a LONG discussion. it would almost be led to a fight because Momo might take it to heart but thankfully, it didn't happen

— they'd explode you with gifts

— omg, Momo would definitely drive you to work and Yuki would take you back home (they'd ask their driver to pick you up/send you back first before dropping them off)

— it really isn't a competition to them honestly but Momo does get a little envious when you talk about Yuki's gifts that Yuki gave to you

— wait this is so rgeggevehwv 🤭🤭

— imagine them taking photos of you while hanging out with you one on one and sending it to eachother?";";!"!"

— Yuki would be more obvious about it, he'd take the photos unexpectedly and smile at how cute you look in the picture before sending it to Momo

— Momo would take the photos with you but make sure the camera focuses on you a little bit more, he make sures he gets a clear picture of your smile

— they set it as their home screen 🙏

— i just know they're best pair ever because Momo is a ‘physical affection’ and ‘words of affirmation’ guy while Yuki is the ‘quality time’ and possibly, maybe, an ‘act of service’ type of guy

— but all in all, im just 110% sure they won't fight and argue over this. but they're ready to respect your decision when you make a choice :]

#idolish7 x reader #x reader #ainana #idolish7 #request open #please request #yukito orikasa #momose sunohara #revale #love triangle #this is so cute

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rikus-hips · 1 year

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Could I request some service top Momo nsfw pls? ^^

「 Scrumptious 」

Momo Sunohara

— [cw] ⨾ service top momo, gn!reader, lingerie

“Darling~! What were you, wanting to…show, me…..”

The momentum in Momo’s voice slowly grinded to a halt as he turned the corner into his bedroom to see an alluring display.

(Y/N) was laid on their side, pressing into the mattress to accentuate their wiggling hips.

They wore a cozy lingerie set that consisted of a cloud-like brassier, choker, thigh strap, and wrist cuffs all made of a soft, ivory wool.

Tied on either sides of their hips were two puffs of fiber attached to the end of a silky, thin bow.

The ribbons appeared to be the only force stopping (Y/N)’s impossibly short, silk shorts from falling right off them.

“This is what I wanted to show you.”

(Y/N) tapped their feet together, drawing Momo’s attention to the cotton ball-like crew socks that enveloped their feet.

“Aren’t these socks cute? They even have traction on the bottom so I don’t slip on wood floors.”

Momo emitted a muffled groan as he hid his flushed face behind his fingers.

After a teasing chuckle from (Y/N), he began to whine.

“Darliiiiing, you can’t just surprise me like that. My heart almost stopped beating for real this time!”

(Y/N) patted the spot next to them with a smile.

Momo followed (Y/N)’s gesture and laid down beside them, slowly recovering from the shock of seeing his lover presented so tastefully for him.

(Y/N) tilted Momo’s chin up with a finger.

“Do you like it?”

“…The socks?”

“The outfit.”

(Y/N) booped Momo’s nose with their own teasingly.

“I love it! You look absolutely scrumptious in it.”

Accenting his words with a playful nip to (Y/N)’s jaw, Momo wrapped his arms around their waist and closed any distance that remainder between their two bodies.

“Then,”

Tilting his head up once more, (Y/N) brought a finger to trace Momo’s lips.

“Why don’t you take a bite?”

The shiver that washed over Momo’s body was felt by the both of them.

Momo now wore an expression glazed over with desire and enrapturement.

“..If that’s what darling wants…”

Momo’s index finger proded their insides, pushing and curling against the light pulse of (Y/N)’s inner walls.

“Is this what darling wants? Does my love want more?”

Momo’s pupils were dilated like never before as (Y/N) stuck two of their fingers into his mouth.

His fingers quickly paused their administrations as he began to drool around the digits in his mouth in a lust-drunken haze.

“I want this, Momo.”

They pressed their fingers down on Momo’s tongue to emphasize what they meant.

His tongue pliantly allowed itself to be manipulated by (Y/N)’s drool-soaked fingers.

“Darling wants- ahn, hah… Darling wants a kiss?”

Momo managed to push his words out despite the appendages in his mouth and the moans they elicited.

“Mhm. On here.”

With a devilish grin (Y/N) slid their saliva-coated fingers out of Momo’s mouth and quickly brought it down against their hole with a wet ‘smack.’

Momo visibly shuddered at the sound, trying to ignore the burning in his pants as (Y/N) continued to produce lewd sounds from between their legs.

“Unless, Momo wants something else?”

Momo shook his head a bit too frantically, causing (Y/N) to retract the fingers occupying his mouth.

“No! I want what (Y/N) wants! I love what (Y/N) wants!”

(Y/N) patted their lover’s head reassuringly.

“I know you do, my love. You’re so good to me.”

Momo leaned into their touch, his sudden outburst of anxiety quelled.

He practically purred as (Y/N) scratched his scalp lovingly.

"Then let's enjoy ourselves together, okay?"

Meeting (Y/N)'s eyes to share a genuine smile, Momo nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Mm!"

#I wanted this to be longer but it has been MONTHS already #so many apologies anon #minors dni #not sfw #idolish7 #ainana #i7 #i7 momo #momose sunohara #sunohara momose #i7 x reader #idolish7 x reader #idolish7 fanfiction #reader insert #spicy #service top!momo

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momodita · 7 months

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general event info.

this includes some themes / topics i won't write for blog events, and a list of characters i write for! all other relevant guidelines will be included in the event post

NOTE: these rules do not necessarily apply to the fics i write in my own time. i like to keep events mostly light and fun, but will explore darker themes outside of blog events.

i do NOT write > non-con, incest, pedophilia / underage nsft > major character death > infidelity / cheating > drugs / substance abuse > readers that are siblings of canon characters > explicit violence against animals and children > character x character > pregnancy / kid fics

* in general, it's best to ask about a topic if you're unsure!

this list of event characters is subject to change, so i will always include this post for easy access so you can check if your faves are still here!

KIMETSU NO YAIBA ⠂⠁⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂

kamado tanjirou ✧ tomioka giyu ✧ uzui tengen ✧ rengoku kyojurou ✧ shinazugawa sanemi ✧ kochou shinobu ✧ yushirou ✧ sabito

NARUTO ⠂⠁⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂

uchiha sasuke ✧ nara shikamaru ✧ hyuuga neji ✧ haruno sakura ✧ rock lee ✧ aburame shino ✧ gaara ✧ namikaze minato ✧ hatake kakashi ✧ maito gai ✧ uchiha madara

KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN ⠂⠁⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂

sawada tsunayoshi ✧ gokudera hayato ✧ yamamoto takeshi ✧ hibari kyoya ✧ rokudo mukuro ✧ giotto ✧ reborn (adult)

IDOLISH7 ⠂⠁⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂

sunohara momose ✧ nikaidou yamato ✧ oogami banri ✧ kujo tenn ✧ izumi mitsuki ✧ rokuya nagi

BLEACH ⠂⠁⠈⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂

hirako shinji ✧ hitsugaya toshirou ✧ ichimaru gin ✧ kurosaki ichigo ✧ uryuu ishida

#blog info #<- for organization's sake lmao

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xaracosmia · 2 years

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ꕥ — AUGUST ACTIVITY CHECK RESULTS.

If you / your muse is on this list, that means you have failed to send in your Activity Check form to THYME within the allotted time. If your muse is on here and you DON’T want them to be kicked for inactivity, you have 24 hours to resend your app.

ꕥ — ARKNIGHTS

Blemishine

Tequila

ꕥ — AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

Aang

ꕥ — BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Ryunosuke Akutagawa

ꕥ — DC COMICS

Kyle Rayner

ꕥ — GENSHIN IMPACT

Jean Gunnhildr

ꕥ — IDOLISH7

Sunohara Momose (Momo)

ꕥ — JUJUTSU KAISEN

Inumaki Toge

ꕥ — OMNISCIENT READER’S VIEWPOINT

Kim Dokja

ꕥ — ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Jacinto Flores

Mirvhen

Promosis

Yasuko Ono

ꕥ — PERSONA

Haru Okumura

ꕥ — SPY X FAMILY

Yor Forger

ꕥ — TIGER & BUNNY

Kotetsu T. Kaburagi

ꕥ — VANITAS NO CARTE

Jeanne

ꕥ — WITCH HAT ATELIER

Tetia

ꕥ — YU-GI-OH!

ꕥ — ZERO ESCAPE

Phi

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rabbitenn · 5 months

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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.

#idolish7 #idolish7 x reader #idolish7 imagines #ainana #ainana x reader #kujo tenn #sunohara momose #i7 #idolish7 hadcanons #idolish7 scenarios #kujo tenn x reader #sunohara momose x reader #idolish7 fluff #momo x reader #anime x reader #anime imagines #anime fluff

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rabbitenn · 5 months

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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 · 6 months

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I loved the hcs for what it'd take for Tenn to fall for someone!! Could I request the same prompt for one of Re:vale or both? ^^

RE: FALLING.

Like a midnight sun coming out of nowhere, he finds his heart magnetized by your every action.

ft. Momo, Yuki x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

hello, lovely anon! Thank you so much for your request and for enjoying the Tenn headcanons with this prompt enough to ask for more <3 it makes me very happy! I hope you like these too, my apologies it took me so long to work on it…

♡ MOMO

— For Momo to fall for someone, I believe they’d have to be a determined person, with a certain degree of confidence in themselves as well.

— He would admire a partner with those attributes. Momo is someone who fights for his dreams. We see this in the way he never gave up on Yuki and begged for him to keep singing every single day.

— So, a s/o who is bent on doing everything in their hands and giving their 110% for their passion would be a good match for Momo.

— Despite the cheerfulness following him everywhere, Re: vale’s idol is someone very observant and kind. So, a lover who is introverted and doesn’t really express their emotions or troubles right away could be a very good match for him.

— Momo would take on the challenge to break through your walls; of course, without ever making you uncomfortable or overstepping any boundaries, he is very considerate.

— In turn, I believe a more reserved partner would feel at ease around Momo’s bubbliness, helping them open up more. His bright and peppy demeanor is surprisingly gentle and nurturing towards those he holds most dear, like demure rays of an autumn’s afternoon sun.

— Momo mentions his ideal type of lover himself: someone he can laugh and share his joys with.

— Taking that into account, loving and with a sense of humor to some degree would be favorable qualities for him to fall for you.

— Kisses that end in laughter when your noses brush together, his cute little fangs visible as your eyes can’t help but regard him in a rose colored dazed.

— Chuckles leaving your lips when he does something silly or fawns over you (or Yuki), cheeks tinting in the peachy hues of pink sunset skies.

— Moments like these, when a melody of shared joy seems to surround you, are his favorite. A song he could forever dance to.

— Momo would be attracted to someone collected and reassuring, able to stay calm under pressure.

— He gets nervous during solos, and even if he smiles through it, he’s afraid to hold his groupmate back, as he sometimes doesn’t feel good enough to stand next to Yuki.

— That is why someone who can comfort him in these trying moments, letting him know how amazing he is and showing him his worth, would be perfect for him.

— Hold his hands in yours, squeezing them softly. The warmth of your trust in him will give Momo the courage to believe in himself as well. Your touch is the lighthouse that guides his doubting soul into tranquil waters; the sunrise putting an end to a dark night of hesitation.

♡ YUKI

— For you and Yuki to get along, I think you’d have to be a patient and persevering partner.

— He is not one to open up easily, nor is he very adamant or adept at expressing his emotions. Someone who keeps trying, not to the point of overwhelming him, of course, has more options to get to know his true self.

— He is pretty serious, despite his more savage side. If you ask me, I’d love to see him with a sunshine-like partner (I mean, he gets along super well with Momo and he fits that request, so…).

— It’s adorable, to see his cool and composed facade splitting into smiles and blushy cheeks when you do something cute or are affectionate with him.

— Yuki would be happiest with a s/o who can be appreciative of music and the arts.

— He pours his soul into the songs he writes, no matter if people don’t like him, Yuki just wants everyone to love his work.

— That is why it would mean so much to him if you cherish music and songwriting as much as he does.

— You and Momo would always be the first to hear Yuki’s new songs. He also bases some of them on you; you are his muse and his biggest inspiration to create new melodies.

— He also likes watching the dramas and films he stars in, since he enjoys learning from the way he is edited in them. So, if you are into acting or cinema too, that would create the perfect opportunity for compelling and stimulating conversations about the topic.

— Someone easy going and friendly would help the idol socialize and interact more too. Yuki is very cool, even intimidating sometimes to his juniors (he’s just teasing them, but you get it). Thus, if you’re able to balance out his distant demeanor, chances are you’re highly compatible with him.

— A little of a bold streak would also go very well with Yuki. He has his daring moments, so if his partner were to match them, it would make for quite the witty banter between you two.

— Being open minded and emotionally flexible are traits that Yuki would value a lot from you.

— He’s totally a free spirit, he likes doing what he pleases or feels like at a given moment. So, if you can go with his flow and adapt to his preferences, the probability of you and him clicking is higher.

— Also, someone trustworthy would attract Re: vale’s handsome idol attention as well.

— It is quite obvious Yuki is not one to trust or rely on others easily.

— Show him your loyalty, be there for him in the moments he needs it but doesn’t say so. Please, prove to him you love him for him, not only for his pretty face and heartstopping fan service.

— You’ll get to see the warm aurora borealis in his usually icy stare the moment he gives his heart to you. And let me tell you, oh it is worth it.

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rabbitenn · 6 months

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I’m sorry you probably get a lot of requests already!😣 but is it alright if I request a continuation for the momo x reader where they used to be lovers before momo became an idol? Maybe them on their reconnection date? Or anything you want! Take your time I love your work🥺🤍

RE: ESPERANZA.

Hope and yearning dance in his heart in shades of vibrant rose.

ft. Sunohara Momose x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, romance, mild angst.

hello, lovely ! thank you so, so much for this request <3 it means a lot you liked part 1 enough to request a second one (for new readers: part 1 is on my masterlist, under the title Re: connect). It makes me very happy you enjoy my works too, I hope this one is to your liking as well ! I’m so sorry it took me so long to get to it.

To say you are impressed would certainly be an understatement.

When Momo suggested for you two to go on a date again after five years, you didn’t imagine something like this.

He certainly managed to surprise you.

In a good way.

In a really, really good way.

Pink and purple skies dye the buildings’ windows in a dusky glow, akin to a mirror in which the sun takes one last look before meeting the moon for a few stolen instants. In the balcony you stand at, a chilly breeze ruffles through your hair, soon to be starlit, as the allure of distant sparkles begins dotting the various edifices.

Before you, a small table is set.

An expensive looking bottle of wine lays between two cups, the designer tablecloth slightly fluttering to the sounds of sunset.

The glass door behind you slides open.

You turn around, your eyes meeting fuchsia ones, the sheepish way in which they crinkle up, matching his fanged smile.

“Momo, this is…”

He averts his eyes, hibiscus hues blooming on his cheeks.

“Do you… do you like it?” The idol finally asks, shy, those big eyes of his shining in expectation.

You turn around completely to face him.

And in that moment, Momo witnesses a scene he wishes to engrave in his memory.

Behind you, windows light up, opposing the cold light of a full moon. The gentle wind blowing by carries the magic of hopeful promises made with a first love in the transition between dusk and midnights. It makes your clothes flutter, rendering you in pure magnetism. Almost like an ethereal being, destined to soar down from the havens just to land in front of him.

Momo notices he’s probably staring too much, so he busies himself by tucking his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“I love it, Momo.” You utter, softly. You tilt your head to the side, expression softening. “But why? How did you manage to rent the whole restaurant just for us two?”

Something nostalgic passes through your boyfriend, turned ex, turned boyfriend (or something like that) again.

“To make up for all the dates I didn’t take you on for the last five years.” Momo answers, tone filled with determination.

Now it is you who averts their gaze.

The past five years.

They had been a… complicated period of time, without a doubt.

Momo comes to stand beside you, arms propped on the railing as he stares into the impending night above.

He really hadn’t meant to dig up painful memories again, but this is something you both need to address.

“Momo, that’s…”

“No. Don’t say it’s in the past.” He cuts you off. You open your mouth to oppose him, but he goes on. “I’m sorry.” Momo says, sorrow lacing his tone. The idol leans his chin over his crossed arms. “Today should be happy… It’s… A date, right?” He smiles, and yet, the pent-up regret from the past half decade is so visible in his stare. Like flecks of stardust soon to be morning dew.

You scoot closer to him, arms touching as you lean your weight against the balcony too, facing the wondrous and unknown infinity above.

Your shoulder bumps against his.

“I’m happy.” You whisper. “I’m glad that we’re here now, that we’re talking again. That we’re…”

Together.

You still don’t dare say the word.

Maybe you are together in this place, yes.

But are you really together in the other sense of the word?

You know you want to be.

And he does too.

“Together.” You finally say, determination ruling your starlit gaze.

Momo glances at you, a smile dyed in hope and melancholy curling on his lips.

“And I’d like to keep it that way, you know.” You state, getting even closer to him.

One of your lover’s arms wraps around you, the warmth of his thundering heartbeat melting away the nightly autumn chill.

“Together.” He repeats, voice barely louder than a whisper. “I like how that sounds.”

“Let’s make it a thing then, no?” You grin.

Momo leaves a kiss on the corner of your lips.

Then, draping his jacket around your shoulders, he adds:

“Let’s.” Another soft kiss to your forehead. “And let’s eat too, hm?” He smiles, gesturing to the table.

When you sit down, you can’t help but think how a similar scene played out a few weeks ago. In a way less ideal atmosphere and under worse circumstances.

Eyeing the bottle of wine, you promise not to drink much this time.

You want to remember tonight.

And everything after it.

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rabbitenn · 7 months

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Tenn, Yuki, Momo, and Gaku with an s/o that asks to live with them for a few weeks because of a situation out of their control? And how they would treat their new roommate lol

HEAVENLY VISITOR.

As much as he’d rather you didn’t have to forcefully move out of your house, he has to admit his home wouldn’t feel like one anymore without you in it.

ft. Kujo Tenn, Orikasa Yukito, Sunohara Momose, Yaotome Gaku x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff with some angst.

hey, hey nonnie ! here is your request ! I hope this is according to what you wanted, forgive me for the long wait…

♡ KUJO TENN

— Your landlord had made it clear in the lease: no pets allowed.

— And no, he is not making any exceptions, no matter how polite the pet in question looks.

— But can you really be blamed, for taking pity on a small white cat that was left alone in a particularly bad storm, his fur all stained in mud, his body so thin after who knows how many days of starving?

— So, of course, you adopted the little one, taking him into your arms with no second thought, consequences be damned.

— And well, the kitten’s meows were not exactly totally silent, nor were the hairs he left around completely invisible either.

— So it was just a matter of time before your landlord found out.

— He was not pleased. He made it clear that either the kitten goes or you lose the apartment.

— Well, you can start packing your bags already, because there is no way you’re abandoning your fluffy companion.

— Sighing heavily, you pick up the little one in your arms, as you haul a big backpack plus a wheeled briefcase into the elevator, descending it for the last time.

— Snowflakes are beginning to flutter around, as if fallen from the stars themselves. It seems you will have no choice but to ask your boyfriend to stay with him, if only for tonight.

♡

A few seconds pass, the ringing on the other end, the tether that isolated you from the rowdy world outside.

“[Y/n], hello?” His voice greets you.

You take a few moments to close your eyes, a relieved smile curling your lips, Tenn’s voice always made you believe things would be alright.

You grip your phone tighter, hands going numb at the cold.

“Tenn…” You practically breathe, holding in tears at the solace of hearing him. “I… uh… Wanted to ask you something…”

“What is it, my love?” His tone sounds a little worried now.

“Please don’t worry, Tenn. It’s just… Can I stay at your place? Only for tonight, I kind of… ran into some issues… and I’m with someone who can’t stay in the cold for long.”

As if in acknowledgement, the kitten nestled in your free arm meows.

“Is that a cat?” Your boyfriend questions. You can imagine the warm smile on his pretty face.

“Yeah… I just… well, it’s a little long to explain…”

“Don’t worry now, [Y/n].” He soothes. “Come home. Where are you? I’ll meet you halfway.”

♡

— And so, that is how that night, you end up walking hand in hand with your lover (he made sure to disguise himself, somehow. You think he looks so cute with his glasses) under snowy city lights.

— Tenn insisted on carrying your suitcase, claiming you already have the kitten (who, by the way, seems to have taken a liking to your partner) and your backpack

— When you arrive at his apartment shared with his two friends, a wave of comfort wraps around you. Nice lighting, a cozy and homey atmosphere, and the company of his groupmates.

— Not wanting to be teased and reduced to a blushing mess in front of you, though, Tenn ushers you into his room, the kitten instantly jumping from your arms and into his bed.

— You thought Tenn would be mad at you for losing your house just to save a cat. Turns out that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

— “You did the right thing.” He tells you, playing with the little friend, holding his paws in his hands delicately. A melancholy shadow passes over his rosy autumn tinted gaze, and you know too well how he’s abandoned something important just to save who needed it most.

— Tonight, you cuddle together under his soft covers, his arms around you, the home you had lost, freezing compared to Tenn’s loving embrace.

— As it turns out, that wouldn’t be the last night you would spend together.

— You had been looking for new apartments that allowed pets and that were rented for a reasonable price. And yet, it seemed your boyfriend didn’t really want you to leave.

♡

“Why must you go?” Tenn asks, as he hugs you from behind, starlit lashes fluttering closed, as his face rests on the crook of your neck, his nose delicately brushing against your skin.

“Tenn…” You smile sadly, turning around in his hold. You want nothing more than to hug him tightly right here and now, relishing in the care of his embrace, the softness of his black turtleneck sweater, his subtle sweet scent. “You know I can’t stay here forever… I’ve imposed enough…”

“No, you haven’t.” He levels you with a pleading gaze, reminding you of a certain kitten that’s currently popping up from behind his legs. “Stay. Please.” Your boyfriend begs, his forehead leaning against yours.

As if to remark on the idol’s point, the white cat meows, pawing at your legs, then circling around you and Tenn.

And for the second time, you just can’t say no to such cute eyes (your boyfriend’s this time).

“Are you sure, my angel?” You ask, cupping his cheeks with your hands.

“More than anything I’ve ever been certain of.” Your angel promises, with a kiss to your palm.

“Alright.” You whisper, softly, your lips delicately pecking his.

This home feels complete now.

♡ YUKI

— You knew renting an old apartment came with its cons. Occasional chipped paint here and there, no air conditioning, humidities…

— But it was cozy, its vintage feel, nice. The cracked white paint of the wooden furniture had a certain charm to it, as if it had stories on yellowing pages waiting to be found inside its drawers.

— And the old lady who rented it to you was lovely. She often brought you homemade cake, you listened to her stories in exchange, and brought her chocolates sometimes.

— And then one day, the ominous announcement came: the building was too ancient, and it was to be demolished. That’s what they claimed, but offices from a multinational company were to be built in its place.

— Outrageous. You were thankful the old lady had a family to stay with and care for her, as her own flat was the one above yours.

— Now only one problem remains: where will you be staying while you look for a new place?

— With a last sad look at what’s been your home for the last few years, you take off, bags in hand, to the one place you know you can temporarily take shelter.

♡

Evening has just settled the moment his doorbell rings.

Looking up from the vegetables he was cutting up, he notices his phone vibrating too.

The notification popping up when he unlocks the device shows your name:

[Y/n] 19:24: Yuki, it’s me at your door right now.

He smiles, you always warned him when you showed up unannounced, lest it be some stalker or crazy fan.

When he opens the door, however, he observes your disheveled hair, how you’re panting and the amount of luggage you’re carrying.

“Dearest, you know I’m not fond of the outdoors, so I’d rather not go camping…”

“It’s- not like that…” You manage. “Can I stay here tonight?”

“Sure, but what’s with all the bags?”

“I kind of… got kicked out of my apartment… yeah…” You bashfully reply, scratching the back of your neck.

“What?” The usually calm and cool idol lets out, his gaze like a crystalline stream, widening in horror at the prospect of you being left without a place to stay.

“Yeah… They’re building some offices from a big firm there… I need to start looking for a new home starting tomorrow.”

“You have a home here. You can stay for as long as you need to or want.” He blurts out, with a straight face.

“Yuki? I can’t do that… this is your place, I can’t just walk in and not leave…”

“What if that’s exactly what I want?” He retorts, mischief dancing in those icy eyes of his.

“Wha- I- You- What do you…”

He chuckles, picking up the bags you had left on the floor.

“Welcome home, [Y/n]. Dinner will be ready soon. Geleé vegetable soup, my specialty.”

♡

— From then onwards, you two are practically like a married couple.

— You cook together, you, making sure no sharp knives are on sight when he’s around; him, hugging you from behind as you chop vegetables, gently swaying to the background music you have on.

— Nights are young when you’re by his side, not having to worry about returning home afterwards, you’re already at the best one you could ever imagine.

— You stay up with him when he writes songs well into the night, bringing him coffee or any snack he could want, combing through his hair to help him relax when he struggles with a part in particular.

— Moments of comfortable silence are also a frequent pastime you enjoy together. Just you and him, cozy blankets around your frames, as you cuddle on his couch, admiring the scenery through the window before drifting off into sweet dreams.

— You certainly did have a home here. In him, in the warmth of shared intimacy and small moments, in the lingering touches and little gestures.

— And neither of you would ever trade it for the world.

♡ MOMO

— At this point, you were used to people being unreliable.

— What you did not expect was for your roommate to leave the apartment you were renting together. Just like that. They were going to live with a group of friends from now on, in another part of town.

— How are you supposed to pay the full rent now? It was pricey enough splitting it in half… but this… They could have at least warned you sooner…

— Well, no use moping about it now, you better start packing your things and looking for somewhere more affordable to live at from now on.

— For this evening, however, you’ll ask your cute boyfriend if you can rest at his place. Your apartment feels too empty with half of the stuff gone, plus all your things are packed. You’ll text Momo.

♡

Momo’s phone screen lights up at the same time a vibration resonates through his headphones, currently blaring some j-rock’s band's last single.

Now, Momo always replies almost instantly to texts, but seeing it’s from you, he pauses his music, vibrant rose eyes sparkling at the fact you just texted him, even if you’ve been together for some years by now.

[Y/n]-chan 💓: Momo, can I come over, please? <3

Pink tints his cheeks, with a dopey smile to match. It didn’t matter how many times you had already stayed or slept at his place, your visits always made the idol’s heart flutter.

Excitedly, he texts back:

Momo 🩷🍑: ofc you can, baby ପ(๑•ᴗ•๑)ଓ I can’t wait! >///<

You chuckle to yourself, he was always so cute when texting.

Typing back a response, you exit your now former home. While this isn’t good, at least you get to spend some time with your lover today. You’ll look at that bright side.

♡

— And well, if you were stressed because of your situation earlier, your nerves certainly ease once shiny hibiscus hued eyes greet you, comforting arms wrapping around you before you’ve even had the time to cross the threshold.

— When you explain the problem, Momo is obviously worried about you, but he also adores the fact you’ll be staying with him until you find a place for yourself, to be able to spend practically every moment with you… He’s just very very happy on that part.

— And you realize living with him is a delight.

— You smile more, feel happier and more energized. You help him stay organized and do laundry; he cooks his favorite meat for you (if you like/eat meat); and because he’s more of a morning person, your sleep schedule is healthier than it used to.

— Days turn into weeks that merge into months, and before you know it, your clothes have made its way into his closet; both your favorite ingredients are mixed in the fridge; and you always end up borrowing each other’s shampoo.

— But like all things, the time comes when you look back at these halcyon days with a sad smile. You’ve found an apartment that looks good and is affordable enough.

— And Momo knows, he knows he should be happy for you, but instead, he finds his hand catching your wrist, stopping you the day you had planned to go see your new to be home.

♡

“Momo?” You ask, a little taken aback, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. His grip is not strong enough that you can’t pull away if you so wish, but he’s trembling, his manicured fingernails digging onto the fabric of your sleeve.

“Don’t go. Not yet…” He utters, head hung low, two-toned bangs falling in front of his teary magenta eyes. “This… When you’re here… It feels like home…” Your boyfriend averts his stare to the side, letting go of you, his voice cracking a little at the last words.

You bunch your hands in your chest. It is true that in the time you’ve been staying here, you’ve truly learnt the meaning of the word ‘home’ as well… And still, why can’t you stop the guilt hovering above you at the thought that you’ve been living with your partner rent free?

“But Momo… I just… I feel like I’m taking advantage of your kindness if I stay any longer…”

“Not at all! I want you here. I want to wake up next to you for the rest of my days! So, please…” Momo trails off, his gaze glossy with tears he will shed if you go.

You fully turn towards him, catching one of his hands in yours.

“Is this okay, Momo? Is it okay for me to stay here?” You question, squeezing his hand.

“More than okay, my [Y/n]-chan…” He assures, squeezing back.

“I have one condition, though…” You begin. “Let me pay half the bills at least? I have a job too, you know, it’s the least I can do…”

A tender smile draws on your idol’s face, his sharp canines peeking adorably.

“You’re stubborn, huh…” Your boyfriend utters, wrapping you up in a hug. “We’ll figure it out later… Now let me stay like this for a bit longer.” Are his words as you hug him back.

♡ YAOTOME GAKU

— Of course, to you, this turn of events didn’t come as a surprise at all.

— You knew your family never liked you, often belittling your interests and trying to monitor your every action, berating you on how this or that is not acceptable or respectable.

— You were done. You are an adult, and they still treat you like a child, never supporting any of your decisions.

— You had had enough. You tried for so long to be what they wanted, but now you were suffocating in this household.

— And well, it eventually happened. You were kicked out of the house.

— Your parents simply informed you they were not covering for any of your expenses anymore, since if you had time to support those idols and dedicate your college life to studying music and arts, you might as well have time to provide for yourself, including finding a home on your own.

— Tears of rage and hurt roll down your eyes once the door of what once had been your house, never a home, separates you from your parents.

— You were literally homeless right now. Jobless. With college fees to pay. You could perhaps afford that if you got a part-time job, but how are you going to make enough money to cover for your daily necessities and an apartment?

— Not having anywhere else to go, you find yourself retracing the steps towards your boyfriend’s (who, obviously your parents didn’t even know you had) shared house with his two groupmates.

♡

Carrying your belongings, you finally reach TRIGGER’s residence, ringing on the doorbell and attempting not to drop anything while doing so.

A voice that’s not your lover’s answers you. It’s gentle, like sunny days at the beach.

Ryu.

“Hi…” You hesitate, “Is Gaku at home?” You ask.

“Ah, hello, [Y/n].” Gaku’s friend greets. “Yes, he’s here, come in, please.”

As the door opens, you are greeted with Ryunosuke’s warm eyes and smile.

You try to return it, him and Tenn were always very kind to you, and you considered them part of your true family… except your smile comes off like more of a grimace, the hurt in your soul still very much lingering.

Then you spot Gaku already making his way to you upon hearing you’ve come to visit.

And you’re not sure why, and you hate that you can’t control your emotions, but you run to him, your face buried in his chest, as you hug him tightly, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“[Y/n], what happened?” He asks, concern laced through his tone. He runs one of his hands through your hair, smoothing it over, the other tracing soothing patterns along your back.

Then, his eyes land on all your luggage. His stare hardens, he knew of your family situation.

“[Y/n], did your family…?”

You nod, your sobs dying down, as you just rest your cheek against Gaku’s heartbeat, now quickened, he’s livid.

“Yeah… they just… kicked me out…”

The idol’s hold on you tightens, teeth clenching; he hated those who didn’t cherish their family, and what your parents had done to you was just inexcusable.

“My dear,” Gaku begins, “Stay here with me, with us.” He suggests. “You deserve a home with people who love and appreciate you.” A kiss to your temple. “And you’ll always have that here.”

You look up at him, tears clinging to your lashes like dying stars.

Gaku didn’t like to see you cry, even less when it was your own family who caused you this pain.

“Can I really do that?” You breathe out. On one hand, you’re happy to be with your boyfriend; him and his friends were your real family; on the other, you don’t want to be a burden.

“I insist.” He tells you, softly, his face level with yours. “And I’m sure Ryu and Tenn will agree with me.”

“I’m always happy to have you here, [Y/n].” Ryu smiles, warmly.

“Hey, guys, what’s- Oh, hello, [Y/n].” Tenn greets with that angelic smile of his. “It’s good to see you. Did anything happen?” The center of TRIGGER questions, head tilted to the side.

“You guys,” You rub at your eyes, in an attempt to wipe away your tears, that just keep coming. “Thank you so much.” You say, with a grateful smile parapeted by a rainfall of fading teardrops.

That night, for the first time since you have memory, you felt truly warm.

♡

— From here onwards, things start looking brighter for you: you find a part-time job at a CD and vinyls shop, compatible with your interests and that allows you to cover for your college expenses.

— Because you have knowledge in music and are studying it, you often watch TRIGGER practise, making mental notes of all the things you can learn.

— And the best thing: you get to spend most, if not all of your free time, with Gaku.

— From watching movies, to going around for drives, to helping him when he works at his grandfather’s soba shop… You do so many things together!

— Not only that, but you find the siblings you never had in Ryu and Tenn. Helping Ryu cook, making sure Tenn is not overworking… You enjoy the memories you’re creating with them too.

— And well, Gaku can’t help but look at you with a smitten expression. It warms his heart to see you get along so well with his closest friends.

— Perhaps destiny was on your side, for all the events to lead to this present.

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Hello! Momo confessing/trying to woo his crush hcs?

RE: DATE ME?

Because there is no way you’d answer his endearing attempts with anything but a ‘yes’.

ft. Sunohara Momose x gn! reader

cw/genre: fluff, romance.

hello anon, dear ! I’m sorry it took me a while to get to your request, I still hope you like it <3

— There is no denying Momo is someone you’d love to spend your time with.

— Having known him since the days before he stepped on a stage, you’re very aware of how he can put a smile on the faces of those who hang around him. Momo is sweet, fun and incredibly perceptive when it comes to others’ feelings.

— How could you not want to hang out with him at any chance you got? After his concerts, shows, or on his days off, no matter what, you remember the moments you spend with Momo as the happiest you can recall.

— And while you can’t quite name this feeling yet, you wonder if he feels the same way.

— Turns out, you’d find out soon enough.

— With little gestures, from his hand brushing against yours as the sky tinted in dusk, to the way his fuchsia eyes were already on you every time you looked his way, Momo shows how his heart started singing your name long ago.

— He is not certain you’d ever come to accept, much less reciprocate, his feelings. However, because he is generally good at reading others’ emotions (and especially yours), a silver lining of hope shines through the clouds of uncertainty.

— And who would have thought, that for all his cheerful and bubbly on-stage persona, Momo would show his love in such tenderness and subtlety?

— Overcast mornings turned sunny when you were walking by his side, some location with nice scenery on his mind. Now, with the arrival of colder months, his hand fully grasps yours. He’s warm, the sunlight that today hid behind grey clouds.

— You like it. This duality he has, extroverted and colorful, but so intelligent and thoughtful. And you’d be lying if you didn’t admit you’ve started to think he feels happy with you too.

— There are other instances in which you two feel too exhausted after your respective jobs, so staying in sounds tempting enough.

— Which gives Momo another chance at wooing you.

— As you sit in his room, your palms over the table, your friend works diligently on your manicure. His deft hands hold your fingers delicately, as shades of pink dye your nails in the minimalist, yet very pretty, design the idol is painting on them.

— He’d love to hold your hands like this more often, while he looks at your lovely face… And the smile you give him after he’s finished doing your nails is worth more than anything he could ever ask for. Your eyes brim with light, a glow seemingly clinging to you when you hug him as thanks (after he had to refuse the first time because your nails weren’t dry yet, as much as declining pained him).

— Obviously, he’ll sing for you too. You’re always the first he tells about new songs or upcoming concerts of Re:vale.

— Yuki is mentally screaming at you two to ‘get together already’ because it’s obvious you’re completely infatuated with Momo. Yuki just can’t process how his groupmate hasn’t realized yet that you’d say yes if Momo simply confessed, seeing how he was usually pretty percetive.

— Yes, he totally makes it known to Momo.

— To which he decides he has to tell you how he really feels, before someone else sweeps you off your feet.

— Momo is quite shy when confessing, and has to exert self control so as to not drink anything alcoholic to gain courage. No, he has to be completely sober, he wants this to be your happiest memory.

— He takes you to the park you visited together at the start of autumn. You liked it there, your smile that day is engraved in his memory.

— And today, that smile doesn’t leave your lips as both Momo’s hands tenderly find yours, the blush on his cheeks matching the color of the vivid November leaves all around you.

— He’s just so cute. You think you want to kiss him.

— ‘I wish I could kiss you.’ Is the thought currently echoing in Momo's mind.

— “There’s something I… I want to… I need to tell you something, [Y/n].” The idol finally manages, cheeks burning in excitement, anticipation, and bashfulness.

— You look at him, expression soft, as you squeeze his hands, an indication to go on.

— He clears his throat. Then:

“I… uh… I thought maybe… hah I’m nervous…” He takes deep breaths, his sharp canines showing a little.

‘So cute’, you think.

— “I just wanted to ask you…” He finally continues. “If maybe… if you'd like to, you know, go out with me sometime… as in, a date… yeah…”

— “Yes.” You state, almost before he’s had time to finish his sentence.

— “You don’t have to reciprocate and it’s okay if you don’t want to… wait, you said yes?” Momo asks, those eyes that contained the colors of spring petals widening in awe.

— “I did.” You gently pat his head, ruffling his two-toned hair a little. “And you could ask me a million times over and I’d say yes every single one of them.”

— A couple of tears leave the corners of his eyes.

“I love you so much, [Y/n]! Thank you!” He exclaims, as he wraps his arms around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

— You let out a soft laugh, as you nuzzle into him.

Warm.

You hope you get to do this very often from now on.

— Falling leaves flutter in a warm hued rain when you two pull slightly away, gazes still linked.

— Inches of chilly air separate you.

And then they don’t.

— For, under an autumn morning sky, your answer to his confession is sealed with your first kiss.

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rabbitenn · 7 months

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Hii I read your last momo x reader and loved it so if it’s alright, could I request a romantic scenario about momo and the reader who had been an aspiring musician trying their best to reconnect with each other after momo ghosted them when becoming an idol? Maybe they used to date in the past and grew apart after momo discovered Re:Vale. I’m sorry if this is too specific I’m just in need of an angst to fluff😭🤍

RE: CONNECT.

In the end, it was always you and him.

ft. Sunohara Momose x gn! reader.

cw/genre: angst to fluff, romance. alcohol consumption (kids, don’t drink; adults, drink responsibly !).

hey lovely ! thank you sm for requesting and reading my other momo fic, I’m very happy you enjoyed that one <3 and omg don’t apologize, I really like this idea, we all love some good old angst to fluff hehe ~ I hope I managed to write this according to your expectations, dear 🩷 I’m very sorry for the long wait :((

Momo can’t really believe his eyes right now.

Of all places, this night bar was certainly not where he would have expected to find you again.

Not many people fill the worn out tables of the small local, the dimly lit stage casting you in yellow light.

Why were you here of all places?

You belonged in huge arenas, colored lights moving and changing with the notes you strummed on your guitar.

And yet, no matter how small the venue, everyone went silent the moment you started to play, your voice accompanying the melody your fingers strummed.

For the minutes you’re up there, Momo’s mind goes back five years, when he was just a college student with his soccer dreams shattered, and you were there to pick up the pieces, gluing them back together with the notes of your guitar.

He remembers, how you wanted to pursue a career in music… were your dreams scattered to the wind too, the moment he suddenly disappeared on you?

The music stops.

Momo takes a sip of his beer, almost choking on it in the process.

In the half light, your eyes meet.

—

This can’t be happening.

This really cannot be real.

Why now and why here?

Why is Sunohara Momose, your ex, who you have only seen on stage for the last five years, suddenly in front of you?

Well, is he even your ex, seeing how you didn’t exactly properly break up?

He just disappeared one day. No new texts, no new calls, nothing.

You were heartbroken, and really thought something had happened to him. Until one day, you saw Re:vale perform again.

And Momo was there.

You can’t let yourself show vulnerability now, however, so you keep walking towards him.

Why? You don’t really know, you don’t really think, but next thing you know you’re standing in front of him.

“Hey, [Y/n]… long time no see…” Your ex-boyfriend greets, awkwardly.

He hasn’t changed much, and the little differences aren’t new to you either, you’ve been seeing him on tv, on magazines, ads.

Everywhere except by your side.

You still hate yourself a little for thinking how cute he looks with pink on his cheeks, his sharp canines showing through his shy smile.

You loved that about him.

How he could brighten any room with his cheerfulness, but he could also get so bashful.

Maybe you still do love that about him.

Because as much as resentment and bitterness at his ‘disappearance’ found their way into your heart like a poisonous seed, you find yourself shifting back into old ways.

“Too long, hasn’t it?” Is your answer.

Your lips curve up into a sad smile, as you order a drink from a passing waiter, perhaps just to break the awkward silence.

“Yeah…” Momo mumbles, fuchsia eyes looking to the side. His hands tighten around his own beer, knuckles going white. He glances in your direction, just to find you already staring at the floor, not quite knowing how to carry a conversation that’s been put on hold for half a decade.

Your drink arrives. You nurse it for some moments, it’s larger than you had expected… but oh well, you might need the liquid courage anyway if you’re really here, sitting with someone who… well it’s complicated, you don’t know what he is to you right now.

As your lips graze the rim of the glass, Momo can’t help but reminisce in the way he used to feel them on his own, your hands in his hair, his around your waist….

No, he cannot linger on it now.

That’s over.

And it’s his fault.

He notices your guitar case, propped by your side.

“So, you still play?” He ventures. ‘Stupid’, he chides himself afterwards, ‘you’ve heard them play just now.’

However, his statement of the obvious is met with a sweet smile on your part, then shifting into something more woeful.

“Yeah… I do… It’s just… I was never able to… well, succeed…” You hang your head, hair falling in front of your face.

Momo’s eyes widen, either at your confession or at your state, he’s not entirely sure.

Probably at both.

But this isn’t good. He remembers all too clearly what happened the last time you got drunk.

He doesn’t want to see you getting sick again…

So, with a temptative motion, the idol reaches for your glass.

“[Y/n]…” He winces when he utters your name now. Just your name, not the cute pet names he used to come up with for you. “I think you’ve had enough…” Your ex-lover’s hand brushes yours when he tries to retrieve your glass.

“No!” You pout, dragging the drink back towards you.

“Come on, [Y/n], you’ll feel sick afterwards if you keep this up.” Momo tries, brows knitting together in concern.

“Won’t…” You slur, pulling your glass closer towards you, throwing your head back as you down its remaining contents in one go.

This would be a long night.

—

Effectively, after a while, you feel nauseous.

All you can register is the grey concrete of a dim lit street and walls covered in shadow.

And the feel of someone holding your hair back.

Your legs are going to give out from under you… this is bad… wasn’t someone telling you not to drink this much moments ago?

You should have listened.

Where is he now?

“Momo…” You mumble weakly, as you feel your vision going dark and all strength leaving you.

You never hit the floor.

Arms that used to hold you every night support you, your face against a shoulder that feels warm and comforting…

Maybe you’re delirious, or maybe you’d been longing for this feeling for too many years.

“Missed you…” Are your last words before your consciousness abandons you.

“Rest now, baby…” Momo whispers, a tinge of sadness in his voice, in his smile, as he hooks one arm under your knees, the other, around your shoulders.

—

You come to on a bed that feels both familiar and unknown.

Daylight pricks painfully against your bleary eyes the moment you push your covers away.

This t-shirt… you don’t remember having worn it in so long… You just know it belongs to someone you used to love, the print on its front from a band you used to listen to.

“Good that you’re awake…” A familiar voice utters nearby, its tone soft and full of concern.

A gasp leaves your lips when your eyes meet vibrant pink irises.

You suddenly sit up straight, pulling the covers closer around you.

You bring a hand to your head, the abrupt move clearly not good for your hangover.

“M-Momo?” You ask, as you look around and realize that, yes, this is, in fact, not your house.

“Good morning.” He smiles awkwardly, those damned small fangs too cute. “You… uh… were pretty drunk last night…”

Heat rises to your cheeks as memories of the pub come back to you, the too-big-beer and the fact you didn’t drink often, a deadly combination.

“I’m sorry for imposing.” You say, going to get up, realizing you’re not wearing any pants, the oversized t-shirt stopping just where your thighs begin. “I… where are my clothes?”

“I washed them, they should be dry by now.” Your host explains.

Wow, he went and washed them and all, when you know how he isn’t the best at keeping up with laundry.

“Uh… could you… bring them… I’m going to get changed and leave.”

“Are you sure you feel okay?” Those puppy eyes and that tone. They almost make you reconsider.

“I shouldn’t be here to begin with.” You let out. Then you click your tongue at yourself, realizing how ungrateful your statement sounded. “I mean, thank you for having cared for me, but I’ve caused you enough trouble.”

Your ex’s expression darkens, as he turns on his heel, retrieving your clothes from the bathroom.

You get dressed in a rush, pick up your belongings, and are out of his doorstep before things can get more awkward.

Momo stays there, back leaning against the door you just closed between you, wondering, is there a second chance for you two?

What he doesn’t know yet is that you’ll come knocking on his door soon enough.

You find out as soon as you get to your apartment complex, though, the elevator mirror showing back an oversized t-shirt that’s definitely not yours.

—

Why are you wearing your best clothes, and why are you fussing over whether your hair looks good enough and your makeup is alright, you can’t fully understand.

This is not some date, and even if it was, or rather, back when it could have been, it’s not like he hasn’t seen you with no makeup, sweats and messy hair.

You take a deep breath, before ringing his doorbell, hands clinging to the bag that contains the reason for this visit.

“Yeah? Who is it?” His voice comes from the other side of the intercom, and the stupid thought of wondering if you look decent through its camera crosses your mind.

You clear your throat.

“It’s me. I… I forgot to return something to you the other day…”

A sound announcing the door’s opening accompanies his “Of course, come in.”

You can imagine his tender smile just by hearing his voice.

No, you have to focus. You’re here to return his t-shirt, thank him for the other night, and then, leave.

You can’t let your heart fool you again, five years of solitude should have been enough for the moral of this story.

You can’t help but smooth your hair as your heartbeat quickens while the elevator goes up, and up, and maybe you wish it’d never stop.

But finally, this limbo suspended in mid-air stops, the doors opening with a ‘ding’, the door to his apartment already open.

“Hey.” Momo greets you, white hoodie and black sweats on, as his hand fiddles with the door handle, the bright azalea petals contained in his stare slowly falling to the ground as his gaze casts downward.

This expression… you remember memories archived in now yellowing pages, when your lips used to graze his cheek; words of praise for him, the lyrics to the love song you composed with the compliments you showered him in.

“Hi.” You breathe out, biting your lower lip, eyes averted to the side.

A few seconds of heavy silence pass, too many things you wish you could say now; too many years you’d like to have had by his side; too many things he wishes he could do differently now.

You shake your head, mustering a smile.

You realize it’s genuine, that you’re truly happy to be standing in front of him right now, right here, even if things can’t really go back to the way they used to be.

“This is yours.” You offer him the bag. “I left with it by accident the other day… I wanted to thank you for taking care of me that night too…”

The idol takes the package from you, surprise palpable in the way his gaze widens.

“Well, I’ll be on my w-“

“Would you like to come in?”

You two question at the same time.

You give him a sad smile.

“Momo I shouldn’t…”

“Please…” He practically begs you, like he used to ask for ‘one more!’ whenever you played songs for him on your guitar, under starry summer skies. “I- I need to tell you something! We- I want to talk to you…”

“Momo.” You call him, a bit stern. “You had five whole years to reach out…” You inhale deeply. “If it could wait that long then it’s not important, is it?”

“It is!” He goes to reach for you, but stops himself.

You won’t look at him.

Weren’t you happy a minute ago to be here? With him?

So why? Why do you pull away now?

“Please, [Y/n]… I- I was stupid, okay? When I joined Yuki and formed the new Re:vale… I wanted to do my best for him, in five years… And in so, I ended up neglecting you. I don’t know why I acted that way, I can’t understand why I let us drift apart… So please, let me fix it?”

You don’t know if it’s his words, the desperation his tone carries, or his pleading eyes, but you really can’t hold half a decade of pent-up emotions anymore.

“You idiot…” You mumble, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? You just… might as well have vanished. Until I saw you on tv one day, and I knew you were okay…”

Arms that stopped your freefall just the other night wrap around you, rivers of lost time streaming down your cheeks, dewdrops of regret on his lashes.

“What are we, Momo?” You ask, voice a quivering crystal thread, holding on on sheer will power and a heart that never really stopped being his.

“Why don’t we find out again, baby?” Comes his reply, his term of endearment for you managing to curl your lips into a nostalgic smile. “[Y/n]? Go on a date with me?” Is the temptative question he utters in the privacy of just you and him.

With your face burrowed into his shoulder, and his fresh and musky scent surrounding you in new morning light, you know this is a one-answer question.

“I’d love that.” You say, as his hands cup your face, thumbing away your tears.

Your lips still won’t touch again.

But the night is young.

And many more will come after this one.

And for now, that is enough.

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rabbitenn · 7 months

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Good day or night. Can I request hcs Momo and Tamaki reaction(hcs) when their S/O only called them a friend when talking, even though they are in a relationship.

I DON’T WANT YOU LIKE A BEST FRIEND.

A slip up leads to you showering your lover with affection to (hopefully) make it up to him.

ft. Yotsuba Tamaki, Sunohara Momose x gn! reader.

cw/genre: mild angst, comfort, fluff.

hello nonnie, dear ! I actually don’t write for Tamaki, given I’m not sure I can characterize him well enough (it’s stated in my rules); however, I’m making an exception for you this time, since I think this prompt fits him quite well (don’t get used to it tho hehe it’s only this once) I apologize for the wait and I hope I managed to execute this to your liking, hun <3 enjoy !

♡ YOTSUBA TAMAKI

— Even though Tamaki is not one to focus on details, he is very sensitive in the emotional sense of the word. He is someone who also cherishes his friends and loved ones deeply, even if he is a little rough around the edges.

— So overhearing you referring to him as ‘my friend’ while you were being approached by some of the tv staff after your boyfriend had finished filming, really does feel like a harsh pang to his heart.

— ‘Your friend’. Weren’t you two supposed to be more than that? He may not be very knowledgeable when it comes to relationships, but he really thought you were a couple.

— Not knowing how to react, and not wanting to cause trouble for you either, Tamaki storms off, the only indication he was ever there in the first place, the loud slam of the door.

— The sound pulls you out from your conversation, as your eyes scan for your partner around the studio.

He’s not here.

So you excuse yourself, before setting off into the chilliness of the night air.

— Running a list in your mind of likely places he could be at, you decide the most likely is his dorms. Sighing, a little worried, you set off, but not before making a stop first to buy a certain something.

— Careful not to be seen by prying eyes, you finally make it to the dorms. And you know just where to look for your boyfriend.

— On a darkened area of the dorm’s patio, he sits. Knees tucked against his chest, long fingers plucking out some of the grass.

— Now it’s yours the heart that drops. You never liked it when he was sulking.

— “Tama…” you try calling, walking towards him.

No reply follows.

— “Tamaki,” you call him, closer now, touching his cheek with a small glass jar not unlike many you’ve cleaned up before around his room.

— He takes the King Pudding from you, your hand still lingering close to his face.

— “So, I’m just your friend now.” He mumbles, uncapping the pudding. “I really thought we were more than that, [Y/n]. I was happy.”

— “Tamaki…” Your expression saddens, eyes widening. “We are more than that.” You try reaching for his hand. He doesn’t pull away.

— “But you’re an idol, Tama.” Your thumb traces soothing patterns over the back of his hand. “We can’t announce to the whole world that we’re dating, you know.”

— You squeeze his hand, your eyes meeting his sky-blue ones, now more distant, akin to the mysteries hidden in the night above you. “However, that doesn’t mean I love you any less, okay? I’ll buy you King Pudding for every time I have to call you just ‘friend’ if you so wish.”

— He finally raises his head.

“You promise?”

— “I swear, on a year’s worth of King Pudding.” You smile, brushing cerulean strands away from his face.

— “I love you, [Y/n]-chan.” Your boyfriend states. Sometimes you are still amazed at how upfront he is making his feelings known.

— “I love you too, Tamaki.” You utter, leaving a soft kiss to his cheek, as you sit beside him, head resting on his shoulder.

— “Tell me about the stars?” You plead, while he finally digs into the King Pudding you bought for him.

Distant pinpricks of light shift into clear images as your lover names every constellation he knows. You like how his eyes shine while he does so.

You’ll do what it takes to protect that light.

♡ SUNOHARA MOMOSE

— “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Momo, I told you, you can stay the night. It’s not like we haven’t had sleepovers at your place other times.”

“But you have work in the morning.”

“Momo, we’re friends, it’s more than okay if you stay.”

— And after that, a heavy silence settles over the both of you in the tranquility of your apartment.

— ‘We’re friends.’ You just called your boyfriend ‘a friend’.

— Azalea hued eyes stare at you, caught somewhere in between hurt and disbelief, as you bring both your hands over your mouth, your own gaze widening in horror at what you just said.

— “Friends, huh?” Your boyfriend repeats, a sad smile on his features. It’s wrong, this expression on him, it’s all messed up. Momo’s smiles are always genuine, brimming with contagious cheerfulness.

— “No, wait, Momo!” You try to reach for him, but he just avoids your touch. “I’m sorry, I didn’t- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

— “What are we, [Y/n]?” He asks. Not ‘love’, or ‘baby’, or any of the other cute terms of endearment he always came up with. It stings, salt being rubbed against the wound you both share.

— A few moments pass, before you open your mouth, and yet, whatever reply you might have uttered goes unsaid.

— “So you can’t answer.” Your lover lets out, dryly.

— “We’re a couple.” You shoot, almost before he can finish the sentence. “You’re my boyfriend, Momo.” You step closer to him. He doesn’t retreat now. Good, you think, heaving a small sigh of relief. “And I love you.” You wrap your arms around his middle, your gaze mesmerized by the vibrant shades of his. “More than anything.”

— The familiarity of a warm embrace squeezes around your waist, as the scent of his shampoo wafts around you. Fresh peaches. Reminiscent of balmy sunsets dyed in rose.

— “I’m so sorry, Momo…” You choke out, tears gathering on your lashes now. “Please don’t leave.”

— “You have work tomorrow morning though, baby.” He teases now, the usual cheery lilt back in his voice.

— “You’re my boyfriend. Stay.”

— And well, he just can’t deny you anything. So, like the many nights you’ve stayed at his place before, he does the same this time around.

— And because you know he’s more of a morning person and your little misunderstanding has tired the both of you, you lay in bed, face to face. His arms settle around the small of your back, as yours rest over his heart.

— Before drifting off to sleep, however, your lips tenderly brush against his. He’s your first choice, now and forever, and you’d be damned if you didn’t let him know.

The next morning, you take the day off. Doting on your cute boyfriend and showing him how appreciated he is is your priority. Momo deserves all the kisses and cuddles in the world, and there’s no one better to provide them to him than you.

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rabbitenn · 6 months

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MATCHUP FOR @bubonicbambi

Hello, hun ! Thank you so much for all the information you sent, it was super detailed and really helped me determine your match. I really hope this is to your liking <3

As I was reading your ask, three potential boys crossed my mind, however, your preference in partner made me gravitate towards the two you’ll find as you keep reading…

Your idolish7 matchup is definitely good at carrying a conversation. Don’t be fooled by his cheerful exterior, he is more than capable of engaging in deeper topics. You will find very people who care more about their loved ones than he does, to the point of taking the brunt and facing consequences in order to protect his friends. His smile is definitely one hard to forget, and his drive when it comes to his passion is practically unrivaled. If you are sappy, he is sappier, endearment and affection present in everything he does.

Well, can you guess who is going to gift you a bouquet of vibrant roses tonight, dear? Come along, the MC for today’s show is already on standby…

♡ SUNOHARA MOMOSE

Honestly, the more I read the information you sent, the more Momo and you together made sense to me.

You say you are clingy at times, liking to express your love and affection for your friends and loved ones, and making sure they know how appreciated they are. Well, Momo is pretty much the same way, and absolutely adores when you are affectionate with him, be it physically or verbally.

You are intuitive, a quality Momo shares too. However, where you’re more on the quiet and observant side, he is more proactive, his bubbly personality making it seem like his decisions come off a tad impulsive, landing him in situations of danger. So you two would create a nice balance in this aspect, all things considered.

You and Momo would be literally that couple trope of: talks a lot (Momo) and listens (you). There is something so endearing in the fuchsia galaxies of his starry gaze when he rambles on about the new song he’s writing lyrics for.

And because you like writing poetry, your boyfriend knows he can rely on you for advice on the lyrics he comes up with.

Moments like these feel rose colored to Re: vale’s idol; warm, like the shades you render on canvas.

He wonders now, what new masterpiece are you working on? A new poem? Or perhaps a story told in brushstrokes?

—

A sweet melody and the scent of rose tea greet Momo as he awakes.

Peachy hues filter in through the cream curtains of your bedroom, beams of sunrise dancing over the white silken sheets.

When he stretches, he finds the space beside him empty, the creases on the soft fabric still roused with your lingering warmth.

A knowing smile tugs at his lips. He knows he only has to follow the scent of floral tea to find your whereabouts.

With a soft yawn, your lover leaves the room, a gentle hummed symphony creating a rainbow bridge from him to you.

When he reaches the kitchen, it looks to him like the sun has fully risen.

There, sitting at the table, your favorite red mug in hand, you are.

One of your hands idly writes something on a light blue piece of paper, a sparkly pink pen (his color) leaving a trace of neat cursive in its wake.

You take a sip from the steaming liquid, your heartwarming song interrupted in the process and as soon as you catch sight of your boyfriend.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you clear your throat, your voice honey-like when you utter:

“Good morning, Momo.” Lips tilt up in a shy smile, as his mirror the gesture, the brightness of his smile, the truest dawn to you.

“Morning, my darling.” He tells you, as he hugs you from behind, taking a look at the words you have scribbled.

A new set of verses, he observes, his grin widening even more.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, the idol asks:

“Why did you stop singing, my lovely?” He leaves a trail of soft kisses on the side of your neck, making his way to your jawline, cheek, and the corner of your lips.

“Momo…” You whine, looking down, the temperature on your face rising.

You always got so shy when he caught you humming or singing some tune.

How could you not? He’s literally a top idol.

“You have a very pretty voice…” He tells you, nuzzling his nose against your neck, his hands finding yours as he has you hugged from behind. “I love it when you sing.”

You let out a sigh.

He really does know how to compliment you, huh?

“Well, thank you.” You softly say, turning your face around a little to leave a fleeting peck to his lips.

“Sing for me?” He asks of you, those eyes tinted in hibiscus petals, wide, almost like a puppy’s as he looks up at you.

How can you say no to that face?

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes.

Then, a delicate melody threaded in the sweetness of rose gardens and herbal tea fills the space.

It embraces you two, a swing in the middle of an idyllic cottage, the grass scented breeze akin to a comforting linen blanket wrapped around you.

Instants like this… Momo wishes time would stop, relishing in this ideal dream you make come true with the notes you sing.

—

Getting annoyed when someone is mean or mistreats those you love is a trait you and Momo share. It is seen on several occasions how he goes above and beyond for his friends, so he’d be able to understand your feelings in that regard.

He also finds it so cute how you’re naturally gentle, warm and sweet; and yet are intrigued by gothic and darker topics. In a way, he mirrors that tendency, since he listens to emo rock, and, in contrast, he’s just about the cutest and most cheerful guy you can meet.

Momo would also be curious about the different aesthetics you like. He’d wonder if he and Yuki can include them in the outfits they wear on stage, and would let you try some on him.

He is someone who can also relate to the identity issues you mention. Nearing the five year anniversary of Re: vale, Momo felt like he was just a replacement, and the thought that he is still somehow dead weight to Yuki haunts him at times. So he really knows what it’s like, to be lost, to be scared of not meeting expectations, to wonder who you are and where you are going.

Talking about mbti now, while it is true infp (your type) and esfp (Momo’s mbti) have differences when it comes to discord on the socialization sphere, both types have in common the need for deep and emotional bonds. That is the key to your relationship.

Additionally, his more extroverted personality can help you get out of your shell, which is what you mention you’d like to do by having deep conversations.

Onto zodiac signs now, both virgo (your sign) and scorpio (Momo’s) value loyalty and deep respect for the other. That makes for a very solid match. Virgo is detailed oriented and perfectionist, while scorpio prioritizes passion, resulting in a very well balanced couple. Plus, both signs are intellectually driven, which brings us again to the topic of you two having interesting conversations over small talk.

You tell me you are fond of terms of endearment and affection in the form of words of affirmation, physical touch and quality time. Well, it just so happens those align almost perfectly with Momo’s love languages. From expressing how wonderful you are, to spontaneous hugs and kisses, to just spending time singing together, or him listening to music while you draw, nestled in between his legs, as his chin rests on your shoulder.

Momo can be pretty romantic too. He is very observant and quick to pick up on others’ feelings and preferences. He’d love surprising you with the most dreamy dates imaginable, because he’d be damned if he didn’t give you only the best.

♡ RUNNER UP: IZUMI MITSUKI

Mitsuki is another one I think would make a really cute couple with you.

Like Momo, he is amazing at carrying conversations, being able to get you to talk more about what makes you happy.

He is definitely hard working and takes his job very seriously. Thus, he would be able to inspire you to shine as bright as the sunshine he very much resembles.

Mitsu is literally the embodiment of “bright smile and youthful heart”. Being next to him has the power to energize anyone, leaving you with a sense of positivity and the feeling that there’s nothing you cannot do.

He would also reassure you about your singing and would think it’s so cool you play instruments too.

The eldest Izumi brother has felt insecure himself about his worth as an idol, so he would understand what you went through during your identity crisis.

With tender cuddles and heartfelt words, his warmth wraps around you, the world outside and all your worries melting away.

Like you, Mitsuki likes cooking and is good at it! Don’t worry if baking is not your strong suit; his family literally runs a bakery, so he’ll teach you how to make the tastiest pastries in no time!

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idolish7imagines · 4 months

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Uhm sorry Im a little embarrassed but can I request a Tenn and Momo x shy reader who is also VERY clingy and easily emotional (both when overly happy and upset)?👉👈 thank you.

Tenn and Momo x shy reader who is also VERY clingy and easily emotional

.::.

Kujo Tenn

Tenn being more gentle with you than others was already a given, you were his s\o after all

However, it is a bit of a learning curve dealing with both your clinginess and rapidly changing emotions

He loves you with all his heart though, so for you he's willing to deal with it; using less harsh words so he won't sound too critical and making sure there's not any other sources around you that would cause you discomfort (he's learned how to manage that well from his experience with his twin brother)

He doesn't mind your shyness, its actually refreshing after being around his fellow groupmates that can tend to get loud from time to time

It's actually kind of a relief since that means you won't ever draw attention to the two of you

Sometimes he isn't aware how much of your shyness applies to him though. In private, the two of you have your passionate moments, with him cupping your cheeks and whispering sweet nothings into your ear

A slow blink is his response to you getting flustered..before slowly realizing he enjoys the effect he has on you and wants to push it even further, a smirk playing on his features.

Your cheerfulness does tend to be infectious, usually even making him sport a small smile when he's had a hard day

Sometimes he wishes you would be less clingy in front of others though, he hates the teases being thrown his way if you so much as wrap your arm around his, resting your head on his shoulder

He hates leaving you on read due to work because he doesn't want you to be sad. Tenn tries to make it up to you by spending most if not all of his off days with you

When you have moments where you're easily upset, sometimes he isn't sure what to say to make you calm down (especially if he doesn't see what you're upset over as a big deal) but he doesn't invalidate your feelings and does his best to get you feeling happy again, offering to share sweets with you

"What am I going to do with you?" The angelic idol gave you one of his smiles that'd make even his most stoic of fans hearts melt, petting your head as your arms clung around his waist not wanting him to leave your side.

Momo

Honestly Momo is the exact same as you

He isn't shy in general but when it comes to people he greatly admires he'll turn stiff as a board at the notion of getting closer to them

so if youre clingy and easily emotional, he completely understands, even returning the feelings

Unfortunately one con might be that if you two were to ever argue (which would probably be over something extremely serious like Tsukumo or overworking himself since Momo is relatively easygoing otherwise) both of you would probably start acting out and need a third party Yuki or Okarin to be a voice of reason

The bright side though is Momo is quick to apologize and even get you flowers

If he needs someone to hype him up he knows he can always come to you and he always does the same vice versa

If you text him a lot when you miss him while he's working, he makes sure to respond as soon as he can so you feel less lonely

The cheery idol also doesn't mind PDA (while disguised of course so he gives you lots of kisses and hugs and holds your hand

his favorite is swinging your hands back and forth while walking

He's used to dealing with shy people so if you need him to speak for you he'll always do it

Though don't think that means you're exempt from his impish tendencies

Momo will still tease you sometimes. If you cover your blushing face with your hands, he'll grab them away and press a kiss on your nose

"Ehehe, (Y/N)-chan~ I'm already thinking about what I wanna do with you. Now that I finally have you to myself, you'll never escape as long as possible!" Your boyfriend playfully nibbles your neck. You're in for a nice cuddle session since both of you feel its been far too long since the last one.

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