#jpop is my first love!!!!

[no-brand-gays]

if i became a school idol and the other members made my image color gray i would try to take down the group from the inside

[hopkei]

"Who is Nacchan to Keito?" "He's like an older brother to me." "He'll say that no matter who you ask him about."

[tvrningout]

tbh i'm convinced that if chiyo's mom was a big fan of a.rashi, she was probably a big fan of kpop groups, too, so pls know that whenever chiyo's cleaning or organizing, it's always to kpop and jpop! and it's not just the upbeat stuff -- you're gonna catch chiyo singing ballads at the top of her lungs and really getting into them asdf

[hydranomago]

優里 x [J-artists]

Singer-songwriter, Collaborator, Emotional Damage King +100 Famous songs: Dry Flower, Betelgeuse, Shutter, Leo, Kakurenbo, Onigokko, Kagome

Check out his official channel [HERE]

[hoperays-song]

Random Q-Teez Headcanons

Step 1: Giving them names so here we go, everyone once again meet:

Airi Himuro: Main Movie Colour Pink

Mai Yonezu: Main Movie Colour Yellow

Rubi Utada: Main Movie Colour Red

Kanna Hamasaki: Main Movie Colour Blue

Umika Amuro: Main Movie Colour Green

Step 2: Headcanons!

They are all obviously really big fans of Ash and Ash's music influenced their groups style over time.

Airi is the leader of the group and main vocalist.

Mai is the lead vocalist and sort of a second in command.

Rubi is the sub vocalist and goes on to also be the main rapper.

Kanna is the lead dancer and a frequent face of the group.

Umika is the main dancer and is the youngest.

When we see them in the movies, they are waiting to debut, and do so right after the Majestic run starts. They come to one of the first shows to say goodbye to Ash and wish her luck performing the rest of the shows.

Airi and Mai are best friends and have been really close since they were little.

Rubi is actually named after Clay Calloway's wife as her parents were huge fans.

Kanna is actually Umika's older cousin and the two have a sister like bond.

They went to America before debuting to quickly learn English, as immersion is one of the best ways to learn languages, and they all are pretty near fluent by the time of Sing 2 since they knew some basics beforehand.

In terms of group style, it's very cutesy (as we see in the movies) but also has pastel grunge aspects thrown in (again, thanks to Ash). Over time, it eventually transitions to full pastel grunge.

They do a few collabs with Ash after debuting, something that all six of them were super thrilled about.

Airi is the leader of the group but not the most parental, a title that falls onto Kanna due to her already taking care of her baby cousin. Airi does act the second most mature out of the group though.

Umika is the baby of the group and is unsurprisingly babied by the others a lot.

Rubi is the scary one of the group and is very protective of her friends, especially at shows.

Mai is often a guest on radio or news programs due to her being very bubbly and cheerful.

Ash became like a big sister or older cousin to the group after them being some of her biggest fans as she got her career of the ground and is pretty close with them (chats with them on insta after they go back to Japan).

[bwops]

今はまだ悲しい love song 新しい歌 歌えるまで

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right now, the new songs i sing will only be sad love songs until then.

[bluismie]

as someone born in 00's I'll never get over the people's faces when they find out I was a Cassiopeia since 2011

[glasseswearingrabbitdetective]

Claris.

You’re welcome 🥰

[jpopstreaming]

🆕 「 My First Love is Crying」 by Aimyon Now available for streaming overseas! ➡ Added to our weekly playlist: https://spoti.fi/3lgjH73

[itadores]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆

synopsis: you like buying little gifts for your boyfriend. it only makes sense for you to buy him a photo-card of his favorite idol when you come across it in a JPOP store.

note: my silly guy <3 haven’t written in ages so i’m a bit rusty

pairing: tōdō aoi x gn!reader

word count: 2.2k

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, petnames (tōdō calls reader babe, reader calls him baby), reader’s love language is gift giving, tōdō is bit of an overdramatic crybaby (affectionate)

You happen across the store as you’re walking through the shopping center that you typically frequent. It’s a new shop if the banner with the words “Grand Opening!” printed in bold block letters was anything to go by. However, the banner is not what originally caught your eye as you were passing through. It’s the name of the place itself that did: JPOPTOWN. Admittedly, you’re not an avid fan of JPOP, moreso a casual enjoyer, but your partner on the other hand…is a very big fan. Very. Honestly, Tōdō is the main reason why you know what you do about JPOP.

You make the quick decision to enter the store, simply out of curiosity for what it may hold within its walls. Maybe, you can find something to buy for your boyfriend. As soon as the door slides open, a catchy tune croons out from the speakers scattered throughout the store. You recognize it as one of the top trending JPOP songs at the moment, having heard it numerous times over the radio or in other shops. Your eyes rove over the walls and shelves of the store, unsure of where to start your journey now that you’re inside. There’s simply so much merchandise of various JPOP artists lining every space of the store that you’re a bit overwhelmed at first.

However, once your gaze lands on an idol more than familiar to you, you immediately gravitate towards the section, your feet leading you to the area solely dedicated to your boyfriend’s favorite idol: Takada-chan. You idly peruse the numerous shelves full of her merchandise, looking over what sort of items they carry. A lot of what the store offers are items that your boyfriend already owns, which makes you deflate a bit.

You were excited to see what this store held within once you had gotten a glimpse of its name in hopes that you could buy a little something to surprise your boyfriend with. Not for any sort of special occasion, but you enjoy surprising Tōdō with little things when you could. His reaction whenever you present him with some trinket or snack is one of your favorite things in the world, especially since he’s always so animated. You would think he’s playing it up to boost your ego with how overdramatic he can be, but you know that your boyfriend is simply like that.

You feel nearly defeated, ready to leave the store empty handed until you see something in your peripheral vision that makes you instantly perk up. There’s a plain binder propped open in the midst of a sea of Takada-chan merch, displaying an array of photo-cards of her.

Tōdō already has quite a few of her photo-cards, even carrying one in his wallet alongside a picture of you, but his collection of her photo-cards is small in comparison to the rest of her other merchandise that he's amassed throughout the years. You only hope that you can find a photo-card that he doesn't already have and doesn't break the bank for you.

You carefully flip through the plastic sleeves containing the photo-cards. You'd hate to accidentally damage them in any way. Tōdō was too rough once, too excited at the prospect of purchasing a Takada-chan photo-card, that he accidentally damaged a whole sleeve full of them. The amount he had to pay in damages that day makes you shudder just thinking about it.

Your eyes scan over the photo-cards as you try and recall which photo-cards Tōdō already has in his possession.

He already has this one, already has that one, already has this one too…

Your eyes light up when they land on one that you know he doesn't have yet, and if you're remembering correctly, he mentioned wanting this one as well. You're pretty sure he shoved his phone in your face to show you how another photo-card collector had it in their possession, but wasn't willing to trade or sell it to him no matter how much he flooded their DMs with vague threats. He ended up blocked after that.

You’re even more delighted when you read the little white sticker with the price in the corner of the plastic sleeve and realize the photo-card is well-within your budget for a little gift for your boyfriend. With the utmost caution, you gently slip the photo-card out of its slot from within the binder, cradling it carefully in your palm. Once you’re sure the photo-card is safely in your possession, you lift your head up, craning your neck around as you search for the photo-card holder area of the store.

As soon as you spot it, you make your way over. Presented with so many options, you’re now faced with the difficult decision of what photo-card holder you should buy for Tōdō. He’ll be pleased with anything you get him, but you want him to like what you get him, not because it simply came from me, but because he genuinely likes it. That means you need to find something that you (and Tōdō) will find cute but not overwhelmingly so.

You stand there for awhile, mentally comparing and contrasting photo-card holder versus photo-card holder until you finally decide on one that you think will suffice. You pluck your chosen photo-card holder from where it's hanging on the wall, turning it over and over in your hand, inspecting to make sure it's in perfect condition. It's a soft plastic photo-card holder with black stars of varying sizes covering the front's borders and the entirety of the back. It's simplistic enough, but still cute, meaning that Tōdō will (hopefully) like it.

After making sure once more that the photo-card holder and the photo-card itself are in pristine condition, you make your way over to the cashier, paying once it's your turn to check out and then exiting the store, more than satisfied with your unexpected purchase. Giddiness floods your system as the door to the shop closes behind you. You can't wait to surprise Tōdō.

With your free hand, you dig your phone out of your pocket, opening the messaging app to shoot your boyfriend a quick text, asking if you can swing by his place in an hour. You don't even have a chance to exit out of the application before you receive a response from him.

aoi ♡ : Is that even a question? You're free to come over always.

You huff. Of course your boyfriend would say something like that. If it was up to Tōdō, you would probably never leave his place. You quickly reply back, informing him that it’s polite to ask and that you’ll be over soon before closing the app and slipping your phone back into your pocket. You readjust your grip on the bag containing the goodies for your boyfriend. A small smile graces your lips.

Time for you to make your way to Tōdō’s now.

The commute to Tōdō’s place doesn’t take long, and sooner than you know it, you’re at his front door. You raise a fist to knock, startling when the door swings open right before your fist can make contact. You place a hand over your chest, willing your racing heart to slow before tossing a glare at the offender standing in the doorway.

“Aoi, you scared me half to death!”

“Sorry,” he responds, entirely non-apologetic as a grin spreads across his face. He takes a step towards you, bundling you up in his arms in one easy swoop. You make an undignified sound at the sudden action, but you quickly relax in Tōdō’s hold. The familiar and comforting scent of his cologne infiltrates your senses, and you can’t help but squeeze him a little tighter. “I missed you babe.”

You laugh lightly, pulling away so you can look at Tōdō, who still has a wide grin on his face. “We just saw each other earlier this week, Aoi.”

“And? I can’t miss you when you’re not around?” The corner of his lips pull into a frown, prompting you to playfully roll your eyes.

You sympathetically pat him on the bicep. “Of course you can.”

When you’re met with nothing but an expectant look, you squeeze Tōdō’s bicep and huff in slight amusement. “And I obviously missed you as well. How could I not miss my lovely boyfriend after spending so much time apart?” Your hand glides up from Tōdō’s bicep to gently caress his cheek, which he leans into. Your lips curl into a small smile.

You may be teasing Tōdō, but you did truly miss him as well. The two of you stand there for a bit just enjoying the moment.

“Now, are you going to invite me in or are we going to spend all day out on your doorstep?”

Your words quickly spur Tōdō into action. He grabs the hand resting on his face and entwines it with his own, dragging you inside his place. You stumble a bit (Tōdō sometimes forgets his own strength), but you manage to regain your balance as the door closes behind you both.

Much to Tōdō’s dismay, you let go of his hand to take off your shoes, placing them on the shoe rack before sliding on the slippers designated as yours. They’re of a silly pattern, but Tōdō insisted on getting matching pairs, and well. Who are you to deny him?

“What’s in the bag?” Tōdō questions, pointing a finger at the bag in your hand as he follows you into the living room area of his apartment.

You plop down onto the couch, tucking your feet beneath you before patting the cushion right beside you. Tōdō sits down next to you, his thigh pressing against yours and an arm around the back of the couch.

“A surprise,” you simply say.

His eyes light up.

“For me?”

You huff. You consider teasing Tōdō, but you nod, replying “Yes, for you, baby.”

He crowds into your space, nearly squishing you against the arm of the couch. His eyes shine brightly with unbridled excitement. “Can I open it right now?”

You hold the bag up between you. “Go ahead, baby.” Before Tōdō can grab the bag from your hand, you warn him, “It’s nothing too big, so don’t get too excited.”

He rolls his eyes as he takes the bag from you. “I’ll cherish anything you get me no matter how big nor how small it may be.”

“Okay Romeo, go ahead and open your gift then.” You wave your hand, urging him to open the bag. Although you did give Tōdō a warning that you didn’t get him anything too big, you have a strong feeling that he’ll like what you got him.

It doesn’t take Tōdō long to open the bag. As soon as his eyes land on its contents and his brain processes what he’s looking at, he makes a noise that sounds almost like a squeal. His hands are shaking as he carefully takes out the Takada-chan photo-card and the accompanying photo-card holder out of the bag. The plastic bag drifts to the floor, now forgotten.

When Tōdō finally tears his eyes away from the photo-card that he’s cradling oh so gently to look at you, his eyes are shiny with wetness. His lower lip wobbles.

“Babe, have I told you that I love you and that you’re the best partner a man could ever ask for?”

You smile, reaching out to place a hand around the back of Tōdō’s neck. “I’m glad you like your little gift, Aoi.”

His eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. “Babe, I love it. Are you kidding me? I’ve been trying to trade or buy this photo-card for so long now. I can’t believe you found it.”

Tōdō carefully places the photo-card and the photo-card holder you’ve bought for him on the table in front of the couch before turning back towards you to engulf you in a tight hug. You yelp as you're suddenly pushed back onto the couch. Your hands cling to Tōdō's shoulders as he slides a hand behind your head to make sure you don't bump it against the arm of the couch.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he repeats over and over, littering kisses wherever he can on your bare skin. He presses his lips to your neck in chaste kisses before moving onto your face, kissing your forehead, nose, and cheeks over and over before he finally presses a kiss to your lips.

"Thanks, babe." He says once more, pressing another kiss to your lips. You slide your arms from his shoulders to wrap them around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Tōdō bends to your will, but is careful to not crush you beneath his weight.

You lean up to kiss him this time, and he chases your lips when you pull away, making you giggle lightly.

"Anything for you, Aoi," you softly say. You're sure that you have a terribly lovesick expression on your face, but Tōdō isn't faring much better. A small smile tugs at your lips.

You'll gladly buy Tōdō little gifts for the rest of your lives if it means you'll get a reaction like this from him every time.

[wndaspuppy]

pheromones | emo nerd!wanda x milf!reader

summary: Wanda can't get enough of you. warnings: top service!wanda, nipple play, mommy kink, fingering & oral (r receiving), age gap (r is 35 and w is 20), dirty talk, strap mentioned as 'dick' . minors & men dni

a/n: hello!! sorry for being so late, i'm sick and only now have i managed to finish writing… i'm sorry for any grammatical error, english is not my first language. enjoy :D i loved writing to my cutie patootie while i listened to jpop and vocaloid.

Wanda was obsessed.

Natasha didn't stop chatting while the brunette's head was somewhere else, or actually someone else. The first time Wanda came here, just remembering it makes Wanda's pale skin turn red. You were in a short silk nightgown and a robe of the same pink material. Not expecting anyone at your house.

— Oh dear, didn't Natasha tell you she wouldn't be coming today? She left the day for studies for tomorrow.

Wanda looked at you, completely lost.

— You came from a long way away, didn't you? 

Wanda nodded.

— You can stay the night here! — You said, opening the door wider and giving the younger woman room to enter.

Wanda, not knowing what to say, just nodded, when did it start to get so hot?

Sweaty hands, leg bouncing up and down. That's how Wanda felt in your presence. It was a shame, because you were very communicative, and always placed your hand on Wanda's thigh, catching her attention, who could barely form a sentence.

The memories passed like a blur, bringing her back in time to continue pretending that she was listening to Natasha's story.

Three soft knocks on the door.

Natasha grumbled and got up.

— Sorry to bother you, dear, but lunch is ready! — You poked your head around the door.

— I'm not hungry, what about you Wands?

Wanda's belly responded for itself, making the three of them laugh.

Natasha was already eating, while you were washing the dishes and Wanda was getting food to put on her plate. As the brunette walked past you, she, respectfully, took a good look at you, In tight jeans and a black t-shirt with a V-neck shape.

— Like what you see?

Wanda's forest green eyes met yours, feeling like a deer in the headlights. Your tone was teasing, making Wanda's cheeks burn again and you laughed.

Natasha always sleeps after eating, so it wasn't a surprise that she ended up going to the world of dreams.

Meanwhile you were in the shower, and Wanda enjoyed the TV.

''It's time to leave'' — She thought.

Climbing the stairs, figuring you would be out of the shower and dressed by now.

Oh. How wrong she was.

The crack in the door gave Wanda the perfect view, and you knew it.

Wanda's dirty thoughts come to life, she just wants to use your body, make it hers, mark it. Her's body heated up and her sinful thoughts weren't helping her.

Leaning too close to the door, the wood creaks, catching your attention, you smiled when you saw that it was Wanda, who was covering her face so as not to see you, but you were already dressed. She was a cute thing.

— You can open your eyes, silly.

She let out a huff, removing her hand from her eyes. And that feeling from the first time she saw you came again, you got closer, the brunette was taller than you, making you stand on your toes.

— I know what you need. — You said, placing small kisses on her neck area.Wanda shivered.

— There's so much going on in that little head of yours, isn't there?

Trapping her in the door of her room, which makes small sounds, while she ran her hand over your body, squeezing your waist. You have become feral.

The kisses on her neck continued to Wanda's fleshy lips, who desperately pulled you to the bed. She couldn't keep her hands to herself, begging for more contact with your skin, you smiled into the kiss and removed your silk pajamas.

Wanda went down to the valley of your breasts, distributing kisses here and there, playing with your nipple with her thumb and sucking the other, paying attention to both of them.

You squirm and moan, that was where you were most sensitive, your excitement spread across your legs.

— Wanda…Please, need you.

But Wanda didn't get tired of paying attention to other parts of your body, marking it, purple spots were part of your body now, from your ribs to your neck.

— Do you want me to make you feel good mommy?

The word slipped out smoothly, feeling your heart beat faster. Nodding, Wanda moved forward, giving you another fierce and needy kiss. It didn't take long for Wanda's fingers to trace a journey to your cunt, who was moving in and out, your arousal already making it easier for her fingers to enter.

Wanda was drooling, wasting no time, she traced her tongue down your slit, you squirmed again, pushing your hips up for more friction.

Her tongue danced inside your pussy, and you responded with more and more moans, Wanda's thumb moving your bundle of nerves.

Pushing you to the limit, with your legs wobbling, but Wanda wasn't going to end anytime soon.

— Please, one more... You tried to push Wanda's hand away, everything was too much for you. But it was so good.

— Oh mommy, imagine what it would be like if I used my cock on you, you would be so full of my cum.

Wanda's thrusts were faster and sloppier, your sounds drove her crazy, wanting more.

Almost reaching your climax, Wanda returned to your pussy again, eliciting a loud moan from you, who quickly reprimanded yourself, Natasha is easy to wake up.

— Don't hide your sounds from me, mommy, please. The vibration is enough to make you cum. Your juices make a mess on Wanda's face, who looks at you with doe eyes. You laugh.

— Oh sweetheart, mommy made a mess don't she? —You said as you ran your fingers over the woman's face, licking your own cum.

— Did I Make a good job?

The brunette laid her head on your lap, both enjoying that moment.

— Did I make a good job? — Yes baby, you did.

[hopkei]

Yusei + Leiya collection

[restlesswritings]

NCT REACTIONS:

NCT 127 Reaction to you wearing their clothes for the first time

A/N: Requests are open Jagi- Honey; used as a nickname in some of the reactions Genre: Fluff Warnings: Suggestive, Cursing Masterlists : JPOP & KPOP

Taeyong

After a shower you quietly make your way into the room to see Taeyong sitting on the edge of the bed, already in his pajamas, scrolling through his phone. "Hi baby.” You say, making your way to the bed and getting under the covers. He doesn't notice you at first when he looks up to shoot you a smile but as soon as he registers your attire his head flies back up, shock evident on his gorgeous features as he looks at you with wide eyes. "Wha! Y/N.. you're wearing my shirt?" He asks shocked, stumbling over his words as he takes in how his clothes make you look more delicate than normal. "I hope you don't mind.. I forgot to grab my pjs.." You say sheepishly, he shakes his head with a smile on his lips. "I love it.. damn you look so good jagi, I can't stand it." He says, letting out a laugh with a flushed face as he lays down next to you before pulling you onto him, crashing his lips onto yours.

Taeil

You're standing in the kitchen, making dinner when Taeil walks in. "Hey Y/N, have you seen my hood-" He starts to say, stopping in his tracks when he sees the hoodie in question on you. Heat rushing to your face as you were caught red handed stealing his clothes, "Oops sorry baby.. I got cold! Here you g-" You say sheepishly as you start to take the hoodie off before his hand comes up and gently grabs your wrist. "No don't! Uh haha I mean.." He says, scratching the back of his neck before adding. "You should keep it, it looks better on you." He says with a bright smile, face slightly flushed. "Besides, I can't have you cold now can I?" He asks, wrapping his arms around you, placing a kiss to the top of your head causing you to smile at your sweet boyfriend. "Thank you baby." You tell him, slightly catching him off guard when you place a kiss on his lips.

Johnny

Johnny’s eyes light up when he notices you walking towards him but his eyebrows soon furrow when he realizes what shirt you are wearing. “Y/N, I didn’t think you’d look this good in my clothes, you little t-shirt thief!” He says with a loud laugh and snort as he runs to you, the other members now looking in your direction causing you to blush. “Yah! It looked so comfy I couldn’t not wear it!” You defend yourself while crossing your arms over your chest with a fake pout causing your giant boyfriend to smile down at you, “Damn babe.. you look actually so adorable like that” He says before pulling you into his arms, squishing you in the process. “I ca-can’t br-breath you big goof!” You say through giggles. “Well that’s what you get for stealing my clothes!” He says with a laugh before adding. "All jokes aside, I really like seeing you in my clothes." He says before placing a kiss on your forehead.

Yuta

“Come on Y/N! I’m getting antsy out here!” Yuta yells dramatically from the other side of the bathroom door causing you to roll your eyes as you finish pulling his t-shirt over your head. “I’m coming!” You tell your boyfriend as you walk out of the bathroom causing him to immediately burst out in giggles as he takes in how adorable you look. “Damn jagi! You look so cute !” He says with a big smile, squeezing the pillow in his hands. "You like it?" You ask with a giggle before he gets up, catching you by surprise when he pulls you into a quick kiss before you can say anything, booping your nose with his finger. “I really, really do.. Oh! You should try one of my button ups next! I like seeing you in my clothes.." He says before a mischievous smirk graces his lips. "And without them..” He says with a wink and a big toothy grin before finding his previous spot on the bed, leaving you blushing.

Doyoung

Doyoung walks through the door whistling, he comes to a stop in his spot as he takes in your attire before taking a deep breath. With red ears he walks over to the couch causing you to look over at him with a warm smile. "Hi baby, how was rehearsal?" You ask, sending a smile towards him, completely unaware of his stare. "Uh it was good..” He says, continuing looking at you causing you to look up at him and shift in your seat. “What's wrong?” You ask, sending a look of concern to your boyfriend. “Uh.. is that my shirt?" He asks while scratching the back of his neck. "Oh yeah! I got my shirt messy and didn't have an extra change of clothes here, is that okay?" You ask, scooting closer to him causing him to let out a stream of giggles. "Y-yes! It looks good on you." He reassures with a flushed face causing you to shake your head and pull him into a hug. "Thank you goof!"

Jaehyun

"Okay I got you the dumplings because they didn't hav-" Your words cut off by your Jaehyun. “Wow babe, you look..” He says with a smirk, pulling you into his arms. "Wha- what are you doing?" You ask, confusion evident on your features. "You look so good in my t-shirt Y/N.." He says, kissing your neck, causing a giggle to escape your lips. "Yah! The food is getting cold!” You say, a blush creeping up your cheeks as you playfully push him away. “And as much as I want to continue this we aren't doing anything in your studio big boy." You say, poking a finger into his hard chest, a laugh bubbling out of his throat as he puts his hands up in defense, giving you a big smile. "Okay, okay.. fair enough but can you maybe wear my clothes around the house next time so I can do something about it?" He asks with a wink, quickly kissing your cheek and snatching the bag of food from you, leaving you with a flushed face.

Jungwoo

You can't help the big smile plastered on your face as you make your way down the hallway to see your boyfriend, excited to show Jungwoo your outfit. You look around, smile widening when you see him running over to you, his eyes immediately widen when he sees the outfit you put together, noticing how well his cropped t-shirt suits you. "Y/N! I love it, you look.. incredible!" He exclaims, pulling you into his arms, spinning you around causing a giggle to escape your lips before he puts you back down. "I didn't think it would look good-" You start with a big smile, looking up at him as he cuts off your words. "Seriously jagi.. I can't take my eyes off you.." He says, pulling you closer to him, kissing the top of your head. You smile at his sweet affection as you wrap your arms around his waist, "I love you." You say, earning a toothy smile from your boyfriend. "I love you too." He says before his lips meet yours.

Mark

"Can I wear your hoodie, Mark?" You ask your boyfriend as you make your way into the living room, already wearing said hoodie. "Wha- hahaha you already have it on!" He says through laughter, clutching his stomach as you shoot him a smile. "Of course you can!" He adds, patting the seat next to him on the couch. "Thank you baby" You say as you plop down next to him, raising an eyebrow when you notice his eyes on you. "Wait hold on, you actually look so cute in my clothes Y/N.." He says with a giggle, turning to look down at your body in his hoodie, a small grin forms on his face. You shoot a smile at him in return before he looks up at you with a different expression. "Stop looking at me like that!" You whine, playfully hitting his shoulder, which only causes him to burst out into laughter. "I can't help it! Jagi you look so cute" He defends, pulling you closer. "Thank youuu" You coo, snuggling into his warm body.

Haechan

"Yah jagi, Johnny just invit-" Haechan says out of breath as he bursts through the bedroom door, going silent as his eyes land on you, wearing his sweater. "What?" You ask, a little confused by your boyfriend's sudden silence, “Hello?? Earth to Haechan?" You say with a giggle, looking at him, eyebrows pulled together as you wait for his response. "You're wearing my sweater?" He asks with a smirk now dancing on his lips, as he pulls the band of the pants playfully. "I didn't think this was something I needed to see.. until now.." He adds, causing a laugh to escape your lips. "So you’re not mad that I stole it??" You say, adding a wink in his direction. "No, it is completely okay" He responds with a serious expression on his face as his eyes trail your body again causing you to laugh as he pulls you into his embrace. "Wait, what about Johnn-" Your words cut off by his lips capturing yours.

A/N: Wow.. my thoughts are everywhere after that 💭

[iamatinydinosaur]

not sure if you can make sense of anything ill be saying-- buuutttt, can I request brozone + poppy & viva with a gn!(but masc terms for nicknames n stuff) younger(about 2 years younger than branch) hyperpoprock(if thats a thing) reader, like the reader was a rival band of brozones but had no beef with them since they thought it was stupid??, idk, you can decide on what 2 do with this < . <..

🎸It's a Pop Rock Thing🎸

Your Band: Velvet Concorde

Your role: main guitarist and main singer

Member: you, Mari, Eli, Rei and Hanni

Today was the big musical showcase. Bands from all over the Troll Kingdom were coming to perform. All sorts of bands were attending Pop, Rock, Country, Funk, Kpop, Jpop, Techno and Pop Rock. You belonged to a pop rock band called Velvet Concorde. You have been gaining more and more of a following, now being on Brozone level of fame.

You sat in you're dressing room with the rest of your band mates. You had just gotten dressed and walked over to your guitar

Mari sat doing her makeup, Eli was checking her drumsticks were in good condition, Rei was tuning her bass and you and Hanni were practicing your guitars. "I can't believe after all this time we can prove that we can outsing Brozone!" Mari exclaimed, the other girls joined in agreeing with her. However you looked down. You had no beef with the Brozone members, you actually like their music. You would never tell your band mates.

'Knock Knock' You all turned to the door. "Come in!" Eli exclaimed. Two pink trolls walked in both bouncing slightly. The smaller one with pink hair bounded to you slightly squealing. She grabbed one of your hands with both her hands. "Hi my name's Poppy, it's so great to meet you! I'm a big fan. I've been waiting for this moment since I started listening to you." She was shaking your hand so much that it was shaking you. "This is Viva, my sister!" Viva ran forward and scooped you all in a hug. Rei span away, dizzy from all the joy. "We just wanted to get you, introduce you to Brozone!!" Viva exclaimed smiling. You smiled trying to hide your excitement, while your friends smirked.

You all followed the two sister to backstage. You found it hard to contain your excitement as the five brothers came into view. "Branch we have them!!" Poppy shouted jumping up and down. The brothers turned to you all. "Hey, it's so nice to meet you all. We love your music!" John Dory said shaking each of your hands, his other brother following behind him. "Wish we could say the same." Mari smirked making the girls snicker. Brozone looked uncomfortable and the two sister looked shocked. You glared at your band mates. "Don't be rude!" You scolded your friends. You may be the youngest but you're scary when you're mad. The four of them went silent and looked to the floor. You didn't care what your band mates will say anymore, you felt bad for the Brozone members. "I'm sorry about them. They take rivalries seriously, which is stupid. I personally love your music." You said smiling. Your band mates looked shocked at you. Brozone and the two sisters seemed to be more comfortable. "Well you're on first, so are you guys ready." Clay asked smiling at you. You smiled and nodded.

As you went back to your dressing room you felt your band mates glaring at you. "What? You mad because someone finally called you out on your behavior l. We are not the best band out there. Also if this got out how you treated them that would be us finished." You snapped at them. They looked at each other and then to the floor. "I guess you're right." Hanni muttered. "You owe them all an apology." You said grabbing your guitar and storming out. You were sick of their attitude. Yeah you're famous, but one wrong move that could all be gone.

"Finally let's get this show on the road!!! The first act is honestly so good!!! Here Velvet Concorde!!!" Poppy said into microphone. The crowd erupted into screams.

You

I'm in the business of misery, Let's take it from the top, She's got a body like an hourglass, it's ticking like a clock It's a matter of time before we all run out When I thought he was mine, she caught him by the mouth I waited eight long months, she finally set him free I told him I couldn't lie, he was the only one for me two weeks and we had caught on fire She's got it out for me, but I wear the biggest smile

All of you

Whoa, I never meant to brag But I got him where I want him now Whoa, it was never my intention to brag To steal it all away from you now But God, does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him now And if you could, then you know you would 'Cause God it just feels so It just feels so good

You

Second chances they don't ever matter, people never change Once a whore, you're nothing more I'm sorry, that'll never change And about forgiveness, we're both supposed to have exchanged I'm sorry, honey, but I passed it up, now look this way Well, there's a million other girls who do it just like you Looking as innocent as possible to get to who They want and what they want, it's easy if you do it right Well I refuse, I refuse, I refuse

You all

Whoa, I never meant to brag But I got him where I want him now Whoa, it was never my intention to brag To steal it all away from you now But God, does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him right now And if you could, then you know you would 'Cause God, it just feels so It just feels so good

You

I watched his wildest dreams come true Not one of them involving you Just watch my wildest dreams come true Not one of them involving

You all

Whoa, I never meant to brag But I got him where I want him now Whoa, I never meant to brag But I got him where I want him now Whoa, it was never my intention to brag To steal it all away from you now

You

But God, does it feel so good 'Cause I got him where I want him now And if you could then you know you would 'Cause God, it just feels so It just feels so good

(A/N: 14 year old me came out in this song. Paramore is so nostalgic for me!!!)

The crowd was cheering so loud. You guys always shock people with your performances. Your guys stage presence will always be remembered.

After the showcase you were checking all your equipment. You felt a presence behind you. You turned round and saw the Brozone members. "Thank you for sticking up for us. You were amazing. Your voice is incredible." Floyd said taking your hand, helping you up. You smiled. "Ever since we gotten big they've become self centered." You explained. "I'm not sure how busy you guys are normally, but maybe we can meet up get to know each other. Maybe change their opinions of us." Bruce said smiling. You squealed internally. "Sure thing."

A/N: hope you enjoyed it. I had no idea where I was going with this. I kinda waffled at some points 😂😂

[imma-write-stuff]

Neytiri, and Tsu'tey React to Their S/O Singing a Song In Their Native Language

Author's Note: I'm in the mood plus I'm finally figuring out a way to managed time for college and work yay! Plus I think it would cool to give folks something if English isn't their native language. I've been listening to jpop a lot lately, was inspired by it. I'm listening to covers of A Disease Called Love

(N/L) = Native Language name :3

(S/N) = Name of song you like

Context before reactions: English is not your first language, you learn how to speak it at some point in your life on Earth. After the RDA finally leaves Pandora for good to find another planet to find a new home. You build a little "secret" place near the village to escape from everyday life and practice music from your former home. You started playing some music on your microphone and begin singing your favorite songs. Little did you know that your mate is nearby and heard your voice.

I like to think Neytiri heard a little bit of the many languages from Grace at the school. She might've have seen a few humans talking in different languages too. But she may not know all of the names and might've been curious at one point.

She was hunting nearby when she heard unknown sounds, she quickly realize it was you. So she finished her hunt quickly and go to your "secret" place. Neytiri was intrigue when she heard you singing but she couldn't understand what you were saying.

Neytiri stood silent as she listens to your song. She couldn't resist smiling, she may not like the tech as it's a reminder of the RDA but it was different.

After you finished Neytiri knock on the door, you greet her and let her come in.

Neytiri: "Y/N what was that?"

Y/N: "What do you mean?"

Neytiri: "The words you were saying, its not Na'vi nor English,"

Y/N: "It was (N/L),"

Neytiri: "Its sounds familiar I recall Grace talking about it."

Y/N: "English is not my native language, I learn how to speak it a long time ago,"

Neytiri: "What was that song you were singing?"

Y/N: "Its called (S/N), its song from my former home on Earth,"

Neytiri: "Can you sing it again?"

You obliged and begin singing again, Netyiri found her lightly tapping her finger to the beat. She might ask you if you can teach her a few words when you both have time.

Tsu'tey wanted to invite you to fly with him for a date. You told him about your "secret" place and where to find it. You admit it was to get some alone time and mess around.

When he heard you singing. He was confused cause he normally heard you in Na'vi or English. It was completely different, he wonder what was going on.

Then he remembers that humans speak different languages he finds the concept really weird and confusing. He arrived when you are done singing. Tsu'tey greeted you in the na'vi way, (as seen in the gif)

Tsu'tey: "I heard you singing what was...that?"

Y/N: "It was (N/L), "

Tsu'tey: "What were you singing?"

Y/N: "It was one of my favorite songs from Earth, its called (S/N),"

Tsu'Tey: "Do you miss Earth?"

Y/N: "In a way yes, I was feeling a bit sentimental today,"

Tsu'tey: "What does the song mean?"

You told him about the song and your old home, at least the good memories you made. After the conversation you two went out flying having a bit of fun. In the evening after you two found a place to rest. you sang again and he found himself humming along. He finds it cute.

Author's note: Hope you guys like it :3

[heavenlyakin]

starboy - atsumu miya x fem!reader

wc: ~5.8k

cw: fem reader, on-page drug use, alcohol consumption, the reader has red hair and hazel eyes (sorry, not sorry), reader blushes, and a little angst towards the end.

a/n: 18+ only please. I use “--” to switch POVs in this fic and “ – – –” is a time skip. I really hope you like this silly little AU! It’s giving Wattpad kid grows up and uses Tumblr and AO3 now. Sorry there’s no smut in this, but I might write a part 2 (please don’t ask for one because that’ll kill my vibes). If you’re interested in the playlist mentioned that they listen to, I’ll be happy to link it!

Part 2

—

Every crowd is the same, but somehow different in a multitude of ways. It’s a dichotomy that Atsumu hasn’t quite figured out yet. After years of touring and performing he thought he knew about everything about entertaining a crowd and getting them riled up. He’d sold out more than enough shows to back this idea up. 

However, on night two of touring his third studio album, he notices you in the crowd. The glitter on your eyes falling to your cheeks reflects the stage lighting and draws him to your eyes. That’s when he notices your red hair, the burgundy red is a sight to see. He winks like he would to anyone else, but something in him yearns to walk back down the catwalk to you again. He resists, knowing he needs to keep doing his job.

But, he does look for you the next night. 

He’s glad to see you’re back. He’s noticed fans going to multiple shows before and has invited them to the after-parties for being so loyal, so he thinks he wants to extend the offer. The other girls that seem to stick around are nice enough, and the band never seems to mind. When he’s changing between the third and fourth song of the night, he tells his manager to send someone out to see if you want to join them after the show. 

He’s happy to hear back after the show that you accepted. 

Outside the city limits, the rented house is big enough for hundreds of people to move around freely, but Atsumu got over massive parties after his first tour. The glamor of the drinking, drugs, and even the people he thought he loved being around seemed to lose their shine. With only about 30 people here now, he’s much more comfortable in this space. 

From his seat on the velvet couch with his brother, he notices you come in; walking through the door in the same outfit you’d worn to his show tonight. The glittery lavender tube top is something to see, but his eyes linger on your legs, covered in iridescent shimmering tights under white shorts. Your smile and wave to another girl across the room makes him look away. 

“How many more nights are we staying in LA?” Osamu asks his brother, taking a rip from the bong after. The smoke floats above the brothers, whirling in the colorful lavender lighting. 

“Two more, then the tour really kicks off in the States.” He tells him, taking the bong from him and taking a hit. 

He coughs after the smoke leaves his body and Osamu laughs at him. Atsumu has tried plenty, but he’s no longer used to the feeling. He takes a sip of water, leaning back on the couch and stretching his legs out on the table, careful to avoid Osamu’s stash. 

“I think this will be better than even last time,” he tells him. “I’m glad you decided to come with me.” 

Osamu shrugs, “I needed a break from the restaurant.” 

He’s not staying the whole tour with Atsumu, just the first leg of the U.S. tour, and then flying back home during the busy season at the restaurant. Osamu has been at his brother’s side since his early days trying to get a studio just to listen to one of his tracks, and now he’s watched him grow into one of the biggest Jpop stars in the world. He’d never tell him, but he’s proud. 

How Atsumu gained his fame is quite the story, hard to believe really. Who would have thought that a little karaoke fun would have led to all this? It still shocks Atsumu to this day. Every night he wonders when the crowds will lessen, when the tickets will stop selling out, and when this dream will all be over. 

“Can we join you?” Your unfamiliar voice sounds like a song Atsumu wants to write, but he shakes it off.

He’s slept with fans, had his fill, and he’s too old for this now. Nothing is exciting about someone who would do anything for you just because they are obsessed with you, not because they know you… the real you.

 It’s just the excitement for the new tour that’s getting to him. 

“Of course,” Osamu answers before Atsumu can tell you and your friend to sit. 

Atsumu ignores the irritation that washes over him as you sit beside Osamu, your thighs touching. He ignores the way Osamu smiles and drapes his arm over your shoulder. He ignores the sting in his chest that’s unlike anything he’s felt before. 

He looks away as your friend sits on the couch beside him. 

–

Your friend starts talking to him and you notice Atsumu engages her in a friendly manner, but he’s reserved. Something you hadn’t expected. His brother, on the other hand, isn’t shy. The way Osamu’s thumb rubs circles onto your soft skin is enough to drive you wild. However, you don’t want to be that girl. 

“Do you always tour with your brother?” You ask, making conversation. You know he doesn’t, but that won’t stop you from playing the part. 

“No, I’ve never joined him before,” Osamu tells you and you look past him to Atsumu, he’s engaged in conversation with the girl you met tonight. 

Honestly, tonight feels like a fanfiction you read when you were younger, getting to meet the band after the show and potentially fucking the lead or another member. The lead singer’s brother isn’t exactly who you imagined this playing out with, but you’re old enough now to know life is rarely like it is in stories… even if you did get invited to your favorite artist’s after-party. Despite the girl flinging herself towards Atsumu, after telling you that you couldn’t, you’re not going to let this ruin a good time. 

However, when you look over at her and Atsumu, it seems like he’s more interested in the bottle of water between his hands than the girl on his right. Serves her right for being a bitch about you wanting to talk to him. 

“Have you always been a fan?” Osamu asks you, and you realize you were probably spacing out. 

“Oh, yeah. For the last few years anyway after his debut album.” You answer and he nods. This conversation is going nowhere. “Do you want a drink?” You ask him, seeing that his cup is empty. 

He smiles and nods. “Come with me to refill it.” 

– 

Atsumu watches as you leave with his brother, disappearing into another room obscured from his view. He couldn’t hear what you were talking about with Osamu, thanks to the girl beside him rambling on about a festival she saw him at a few years ago. He can’t find it in him to care whatever she's saying about it. 

Where is Osamu taking you? His irritation is present on his face, jaw clenched and eyes narrowed as if he can see through the walls. 

“Are you listening to me?” The girl, whose name he’s sure she told him, asks him. 

“Not really,” he smiles to soften the blow. “Excuse me,” he gets up off the couch, leaving her behind without glancing back for her reaction. 

He finds Osamu at the bar with you, wrapped up in conversation and mixing a drink that you take a sip of as he approaches. 

“Can I talk to you?” Atsumu asks his brother. 

Osamu looks surprised but nods. “I’ll be back in a moment, doll.” 

“Not her,” Atsumu tells him, his voice barely containing the blinding feelings he’s experiencing all at once. “Not tonight.” 

“Calling dibs?” He smirks, a laugh falling from his lips. “Fine, fine,” he shrugs after seeing the look of irritation on his twin’s face. “I’ll go talk to the blonde you were ignoring then,” he says and leaves the room. 

Atsumu watches as Osamu goes to the living room of the rented house. The girl’s face lights up when he speaks to her. She drops her phone on the couch beside her and gives him the attention she wasn’t receiving. He turns back and sees you, sipping from a red solo cup and looking defeated. 

“Why so sad?” He asks, leaning on the bar and flashing his winning smile. Your eyes light up and he sees they’re hazel.

You shrug, “I’m not. Just bored.” 

Bored… she’s bored? 

– 

Fuck, why did you say that to him? Atsumu Miya, the biggest star in Japan and maybe even the world right now… thinks you’re bored at his party. 

“I didn’t mean it like that,” you stutter your words, trying to change his confused look to one of more understanding. “I’m just, not used to this.” 

He chuckles, standing up and shoving his hands into his pockets. “Oh, I get that.” He tells you. “I guess this is a lot for someone who hasn’t been to our tour before.” 

“I’ve been to your other tours.” You fire back, brows furrowed. 

“I’ve never seen you before tonight.” He grins, and you think he’s enjoying picking on you. 

“I’ve never been able to afford front row before now. I’ve always been in the lower sections.  I don’t think even your pretty eyes can see that far back.” You take a sip of the punch that has something in it, maybe vodka. You’re not well-versed in alcoholic beverages enough to differentiate between them. 

“I see,” he says and looks up towards the ceiling, teetering back on his heels. 

Something about this little movement takes you by surprise. It makes him… real? You knew he was a real person, of course, but something so casual never crossed your mind. That’s the thing with celebrity idolization, you lose their sense of humanity. 

That’s weird, isn’t it? But… it’s true. 

“You seem a little bored yourself,” you comment, setting your drink down on the bar, but keeping it in front of you. “Not enjoying your own party?” 

He looks at you, something on his face you can’t quite read. “It’s just not the same as it used to be, ya know. It’s more of an obligation.” 

“You shouldn’t live your life for others.” This time, he frowns at you. 

–

Is she serious? The look on her face makes it seem so. 

Atsumu laughs, running his hand through his hair, feeling the gel still in it from the show. “I don’t think that’s true with my profession.” 

Everything about him is for others. 

She shrugs, her red hair falling over her face. She brushes it away and tucks it behind her ear and he wishes he’d done it for her. “I don’t think that has to be true.” 

He leans on the bar, his elbows against the wood and hands supporting his face. “If you say so.” 

– – – 

Osamu leaves after three weeks, but that’s a quarter of the tour. They visited 9 cities during this time, but the parties started to dwindle. Everything from the second night of his show in LA is still stuck in his head. Red hair and hazel eyes haunt his dreams, even now. Plus, he can’t get out of his head what she said. 

You shouldn’t live your life for others. 

Isn’t that what he’s always done? Each album, every show, every meet and greet, every television or radio appearance, it’s all been for them… the fans. He puts a piece of himself in it all. 

How many more pieces does he have left? 

“Astumu,” his manager's voice grabs his attention. “The bus is stopping for fuel. Do you want anything from the station?” 

“I can go in. It’s late, there won’t be a crowd of people.” He likes to go do his own bidding when he can, even though many times it ends with security having to drag him through crowds. 

His manager frowns. “We don’t have security ready to take you in.” 

“Who the hell is going to be out this late? It’s 3 a.m. in the middle of nowhere outside Pittsburgh. No one will be there.” Atsumu says, probably more harshly than he intended. 

He sighs, but his manager moves out of the way and lets him leave the tour bus. The chilly air hits his warm skin, making him shiver as he approaches the gas station. He recalls the last update from the driver. They’re only 60 or so miles south of Pittsburgh. Then they’ll spend three nights there for the two shows this weekend. 

Atsumu was right, there’s almost no one here. The cashier looks half asleep at the register, and there are few cars in the lot. He turns towards the coolers full of drinks, looking for a Gatorade he likes. He locates the light blue color, opens the cooler, and grabs the cold drink. 

As he turns, his eyes catch on red hair walking down the aisle next to his. He can’t help himself, he follows it. 

“-----,” he says, shocked that you’re in this random gas station. 

Looking at you, he takes in your appearance. So different from the night he met you. You’re in casual clothes, pink sweatpants hanging off your hips, with a matching sweatshirt. Your hair is still down, but something about it looks different, maybe it’s the waves in it. You’re without makeup too, but he’s never seen someone so beautiful. 

“Atsumu?” You look as shocked as he is. “What are you doing here?” You wave your hand around, and he notices the bag of salt and vinegar chips you’re holding in it. 

“Heading to Pittsburgh for our shows this weekend. What are YOU doing here?” Atsumu raises his brows, smiling at you. 

“I, uh, I live here. Well, close to here.” You tell him, and he nods but is more confused than ever. 

“Then why were you in LA for my show? Wouldn’t Pittsburgh be an easier show to go to for you?” 

“Quite the interrogator, huh?” You laugh and Atsumu wants to record it and put it in a song. “If you must know, I won tickets and a hotel room by the venue on a radio contest. I was lucky caller number 7 and got two nights to see you.” 

“Oh,” he never considered that. “Are you coming this weekend?” 

“Oh no, I didn’t get tickets. They’re really expensive.” 

Atsumu’s heart sinks. You won’t be there. 

“Come with me. I think I can get you in.” He winks and you laugh. A few moments pass and he realizes you didn’t take it as seriously as he meant it. “I’m serious. Come with us.” 

“Atsumu, you can’t be serious.” You laugh, cheeks blushing. He stares at you, again something on his face that you can’t quite read.  “Oh, you are.” 

He nods. “Pretty serious.” 

“Look at me,” you gesture with your hands at your body. “I can’t just hop on the tour bus with you and head off to Pittsburgh. I don’t have anything on me.” 

“I can get you whatever you need. I have assistants.” He feels desperate now like this moment is going to change the projection of his life. “Please, —--. I want you there.” 

You close your eyes and let out a sigh. “Fine, but we have to go to my place and get my stuff.” 

“We can do that!” 

–

Atsumu is basically jumping with excitement and you wonder how in the absolute fuck this is happening right now. Of course, he’d find you on your 3 a.m. snack run when you look an absolute mess. 

“Okay, let me just go pay for these,” you start to turn for the register, but Atsumu snatches the bag of chips and Dr. Pepper from your hands. 

“I got these.” He smiles and the irritation leaves your body. Fuck it, he can afford it. 

“Thank you,” you tell him, walking with him to the register. “Are you like… allowed to come with me to get my stuff or are you going to have to wait here for me?” 

“Allowed?” He laughs, tapping his card on the card reader. The familiar ping rings in your ears as it accepts the charge. “Of course, I am. I do have autonomy, ya know.” 

“Sorry, Mr. Pop Star. Didn’t know if there were any rules you have to follow.” You tell him as he opens the door for you. 

“Well, we do need to go tell my manager.” He sighs. “He’s kind of a hard ass. But he can’t stop me.” 

“Can I wait in my car for that?” You laugh, not wanting to awkwardly be standing there when they have it out over him going home with a strange girl. 

“Yeah,” he laughs. “Which one is it?” 

You unlock your car, the lights flashing. “That one. I’ll warm it up for us.” 

The nights have begun to become chilly, fall setting in and all. You actually turned your heat on in your apartment tonight for the first time since late spring. You part ways, Atsumu heading towards the bus fueling area and you to your car. It’s a good fifteen minutes before you see him walking to your car, waving his hands with a big smile. You unlock the car and he slides in the passenger seat. 

“Went well?” You ask. 

“Oh, no. He’s absolutely pissed, but that’s not my problem.” He buckles himself in and you laugh. 

“Well, he’s gonna be even more pissed when it takes an hour to get back. I live twenty minutes from here.” 

“Oh well,” he shrugs as you put the car in drive. 

The radio softly plays his second album and you feel your cheeks warm. “Sorry, I can change it,” you reach for the radio. 

He stops you, his cold hand touching yours. You pull back, embarrassed and smiling. 

“I like this one a lot. I wish we could still play it.” He tells you, turning it up. 

“Why don’t you play it anymore?” 

“It just didn’t do as well as others.” He shrugs and you feel bad. It’s not your favorite song, but it isn’t in your bottom tier either. 

“You should play it tomorrow.” 

“I’ll think about it,” he looks over at you and smiles. 

The rest of the car ride you spend humming along to his second album, smiling and giggling when he sings certain lines to mess with you, and having genuinely one of the best times in your life. Hearing Atsumu live, even at his shows, has never sounded like this. 

This feels… intimate. 

“Welcome to my humble abode,” you say pulling into the apartment parking lot. “Please be quiet though. My roommate is sleeping. Plus she might scream if she sees you.” 

“A fan?” 

“Yes,” you roll your eyes and get out of the car. 

Then you remember… the poster in your room… 

“Oh. Um.” You stop him at the door of your apartment. “No laughing at me, but I might have your Rolling Stone cover on my bedroom wall.” 

Atsumu laughs, shaking his head. His hair falls over his forehead. “That’s okay. I won’t tease you…. For now.” 

“Fine,” you huff and open the door, welcoming him to the apartment. It’s dark so you turn on your flashlight on your phone “Remember, be quiet until we get to my room.” 

He nods and follows you. You take off your shoes, and he does the same, then you show him to your room. To your surprise, he is quiet the whole way to your bedroom. Once you turn the lights on and shut the door behind him you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Your eyes immediately go to the poster adjacent to you. 

“Remember, don’t laugh at me.” You turn to him and he puts his hands up in defense, a goofy smile on his face. “Also, I’m sorry about the state of my room.” There are clothes strung about, makeup here and there, and who knows what else is all over your dresser. 

“As long as you don’t judge the tour bus, I won’t judge you,” he shrugs and doesn’t look around at the mess. 

You pick up a few shirts on your way to the closet, tossing them in a basket to wash later. Honestly, they could be clean and just left out while you were getting dressed and forgotten about, but you don’t want to take the risk. 

Atsumu is still standing awkwardly by the door. 

“You can sit on my bed if you want,” you laugh, patting the duvet. At least your bed was made tonight. 

He sits, crossing his legs and watching you as you go through your stuff to decide what to bring. It takes a few minutes to decide what you want to wear to the shows, but longer to decide what makeup to throw into a bag to go with them. It’s all probably too much but you finally finish packing. 

“All done!” You declare, turning with two bags to face Atsumu. 

You go to take a step, but your foot catches on a pair of shorts on the floor and you fall on the bed, on top of Atsumu. He reacts, catching you and falling back onto the bed with you hovering over him. He smiles, his face so close to yours now. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, barely above a whisper. 

You part your lips to speak, but you can’t so you close them. Your heart pounds in your chest. Hyper-aware of Atsumu’s hands on your waist, the feeling of your lower bodies smooshed against each other, and his lips oh so close to yours. 

“Yes,” you finally get out and you feel yourself moving towards his lips. 

No, you’re not moving; he is. 

Atsumu’s lips brush against yours, his right hand leaving your waist and cupping your cheek. His lips are warm and taste sweet like a sugary drink. You kiss him back, trying to will your heart to slow down, sure he can feel it pounding in your chest. His thumb rubs against your cheek, the feeling sending shivers down your spine. 

You pull away slowly, catching your breath and looking at Atsumu’s smile. 

–

The way you look at him takes his breath away. That kiss, that feeling, it was unlike anything he’d experienced before. He’s aware of how he’s reacting, wondering if you can feel him through his and your pants or if he’s lucky enough that you don’t think he’s a creep. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, and he brushes your hair away from your face and behind your ear. 

“I’m not.” He’s regretted things in his life, and this will never be one of them. 

You smile and he feels himself relax, “I’m not really sorry either. Well except for the falling on you. That was kinda embarrassing.” 

He laughs, laying his head back on the bed and looking up at the ceiling. All of this feels surreal, even with his life the way it is. He watches as you move off of him, picking up the bags you dropped and shoving a few last-minute items into the larger one. 

“Ready to go?” You ask him and he rolls off the bed and stands. 

“Are you?” He grabs your waist, pulls you into him again, and kisses your forehead. 

You feel hot against his lips and he wonders if it’s because of him. When he looks at you again, your cheeks are flushed, so it definitely is because of him.

“Let me take those,” he grabs the straps of your bags as you relinquish them, allowing him to toss them over his shoulder. 

“Thank you,” you smile at him and he follows you out of the apartment and to your car. 

“You should show me some other music you like on the drive back,” he tells you, placing your bags in the back seat. 

“I’ll let you look at my Spotify and choose,” you smile, starting the car and handing your phone to him. 

“Let’s see what we’re working with here.” He scrolls through your playlists, laughing at the one random country playlist with early 2000s music in it, and selects one of them.

“Are you serious?” You turn your head and stare at him, waiting for the light to turn green. “Not this one.” 

“Too late,” he laughs. “You said I could choose.” 

The car ride is filled with silly country songs he chooses, each one making you yell at him for picking it. He even forced you to explain why you selected each one for the playlist. He can’t remember the last time he had this much fun with someone. 

You pull the car into the gas station parking lot, pulling up close to the tour bus. He looks at the clock and sees it at half past 4. He hopes that he’s able to sleep at least for a few hours on the bus. He watches as you get out, giving himself a second to gather his thoughts before getting out and grabbing your bags. 

To his surprise, his manager doesn’t say anything when they get on the bus. He looks at you, but he can tell it’s not bothering you at least. He shows you to the back of the bus, his room for all intents and purposes. 

“You can put your stuff anywhere you want. We’ll have a hotel room when we get to Pittsburgh soon.” He says then realizes you might want your own room. “Should we ask for your own room?” 

“Do you want me to be in my own room?” You ask him and he shakes his head. 

“I’d hate that, honestly.” 

“Then I’ll stay with you.” You move to sit on the bed, looking around the room. “So, this is how Japan’s sweetheart lives on the road.” 

“It’s as glamorous as it looks,” he laughs, laying on the bed on his side, his head propped up by his hand. “You get used to it pretty quickly, really.” 

You lay down, on your back but turn your face towards him. “Don’t you miss being home, though?” 

He shrugs, “Sometimes. I miss my family more than that really. I was glad Osamu stayed with us up until recently, but I won’t see my mom until the end of the tour.” 

“I’m sure she’s proud of you.” You tell him and he feels his chest warming. You yawn and he realizes how late, well early, it is. 

“You should sleep until we get to Pittsburgh,” he tells you. 

“You should too,” you tell him, eyes fluttering shut. 

–

When you wake up, Atsumu is draped around you, his breath warm on your neck. You smile, taking it in and enjoying the quiet sounds of his breathing. His body is warm against yours and you’re surprised by how comforting this feels. 

How is any of this real?

Yesterday you were working and then decided you needed a break from your dissertation and decided to go get snacks. Now, you’re sleeping on Atsumu’s tour bus in his bed going to his weekend shows. 

A knock on the door grabs your attention and you nudge Atsumu. 

“‘Tsumu,” you whisper, “someone is at the door.” 

“Probably Jeff.” He whispers back. “My manager.” He tears himself off of you and goes to the door. 

“We’re in Pittsburgh. Decided to let you sleep here for a few hours, but we need to check in to the hotel and then get to the venue for sound check.” Jeff sounds no-nonsense through the door. “Get your stuff and let's get moving.” 

Atusmu shuts the door and you set up on the bed. “Please tell me your hotel room has a bathroom.” 

Atusmu laughs, “Of course it does.” 

You gather your bags, grateful you didn’t unpack anything and Atsumu helps you take it up to his hotel room. To your surprise it isn’t in the downtown area close to the venue, but instead closer to the suburbs. Perhaps it’s easier for him to have some privacy this way? 

The hotel room is the largest you’ve ever been in. The room is as large as your apartment, truly. This is more like what you envisioned when you thought about what it would be like to be on tour with Atsumu, and what fanfictions described. 

“I call dibs on the bathroom first,” you say, laughing but completely serious. 

“All yours,” he throws himself on the king-sized bed, seeming to fall asleep instantly. 

You brush your teeth first before hopping in the shower and taking an everything shower. You scrub, shave, wash your hair and face, and then moisturize your entire body after. As you’re drying your hair with the hotel dryer, you wonder if it's bothering Atsumu’s rest. You peek your head out of the door, still wrapped in the hotel robe. 

Atsumu is standing in the middle of the room at the round dining table, eating a slice of orange. “Hey,” he raises his eyebrows, and you close the robe more across your chest. 

“Did you order breakfast?” You ask walking in to sit at the table, clearly full of the food he ordered. 

“Jeff probably did,” he tells you and sits next to you. “He sent more than enough, clearly.” 

You load up a plate with eggs, bacon, and fruit. “Give him my thanks,” you laugh and begin eating. 

As you eat together, Atsumu gives you a rundown of tonight's plans, the show isn’t until 7 and he doesn’t go on until about 8. So you have lots of time to kill, but there’s still soundcheck in the late afternoon. But, the plan is to just hang out here until then. 

“Plenty of time for me to destroy this hotel room and get you in trouble,” you tease. 

“Oh please,” he laughs. “They’d never believe it was me. I have a perfect record of leaving everywhere I stay in great condition.” 

“Whoa, goody-two-shoes on our hands.” You tease and he throws a grape at you. “Oh, there goes your clean record.” You say as it hits the floor and he rolls his eyes. 

– – – 

Atsumu paces around the room and you notice he’s flexing his hands a lot. He’s dressed in a  similar outfit he wore in LA, but a slightly different design. The gold sparkles compliment his skin, and you can’t ignore how nice his muscles look. The vest without a shirt is a good look on him. 

“Nervous?” You ask, picking at the black skirt you chose for tonight. 

“Excited,” he replies. “I love doing this. It makes it all worth it.” 

You can’t help but smile back at him, he looks like he’s glowing and he’s not even under stage lighting yet. Maybe he was born for this. 

“So, I get to sit in this cozy room and enjoy the show on this television while you perform?” You ask. 

“Or, you can come backstage and stand near Jeff. He might not be the best conversationalist, though.” He suggests and you shake your head. 

“If I’m here I’ll at least get to see you change throughout the show.” 

“Pervert,” he teases and you shrug. 

“I’m basically living every fan’s dream right now, let me enjoy it.” You stand up, walking towards him and he takes your hands in his. 

“I hope I’m living up to your expectations,” he looks a little sad and you cock your head. 

“This is more than I ever imagined.” 

He smiles now, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to yours. “Wish me luck,” he says softly. 

You break the space between you and kiss him softly. “Good luck,” you whisper against his lips. 

He hugs you tightly before pulling away and leaving the room to go get in position to take the stage for tonight’s show. You sit back on a chair in the green room, watching the screen as the cameras start to focus on the stage. The show’s set is just like the two nights you spent in LA until he plays the song you requested. He dedicates it to a special someone, and you want to cry. 

He has to mean you, right? 

There isn’t anyone else he’s doing this with, right? 

You’d be naive to believe he isn’t doing this in every city, but some part of you is holding onto a nugget of hope that what he’s showing you is real. However, even if it isn’t you’ll remember this for the rest of your life. 

He joins you for a few minutes a third of the way through the show, and you get to tell him he’s doing amazing. He kisses you before he goes, and then this repeats once more when he changes again. Once the show is over, the band joins him in the green room and you don’t get much time to talk to him. You socialize with everyone, but ultimately end up back at Atsumu’s hotel room. He’s still riding off his high, talking about different nights of the show and how tonight compares. 

“I don’t think there’s been a better crowd, truly.” He tells you, tossing himself back onto the bed. 

You smile and laugh. “Maybe the East Coast is just better than the West.” 

“Maybe,” he laughs and sits up on the bed. “Would it be weird if I asked if you wanted to shower with me?” 

You stop moving, “I- uh-” you stutter and shake your head. 

He gets off the bed, crosses the room to you, and kisses you. “You can say no, it won’t break my heart.” 

He disappears into the bathroom and you let out a sigh of relief. 

–

After Atsumu showers, he finds you on the couch, half asleep watching a rerun of a sitcom he’s not familiar with. 

“Hey,” he says softly, stroking your hair. “The bathroom is free if you need it.”

You come to and nod. “Thank you,” you yawn before going to the bathroom. 

When you emerge you're in black pajamas and your hair braided into two braids. Atsumu can’t take his eyes off of you. He can’t deny your beauty when you’re all done up, but this is something else. He feels like he’s in the presence of a deity. 

When you crawl into bed, he pulls you against him, kissing you deeply. You gasp against his lips and he chuckles. He rolls you onto your back, hovering over you and parting your legs with his knee. You whimper as he grazes your core, but he controls himself. 

In his head, he hears the melody of the moans he’d bring out of you and feels himself getting hard. 

“Atsumu, wait,” you put your hands on his chest and he pulls away. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, pulling away from your lips and looking down at you. 

Tears are threatening to spill out of those pretty hazel eyes. 

“I can’t do this. I want to go home.”