finding your fan account
you were doing dishes one night,
y/b/n was helping. you put on some music to lighten the mood because of the gruesome chores. you left your phone open because you don't want your phone to get wet.
y/b/n is putting the dishes into the dish washer and you are cleaning the dishes. a song comes on that you don't really like.
"hey y/b/n, can you skip this song?"
"yeah sure"
he heads over to your phone. he skips the song but stays by your phone.
"um y/n?"
"yeah?"
"what's this?"
he picks up your phone and shows you your instagram. oh no.
he starts giggling as you rush over, trying to take your phone from him. he lifts the phone above you, still looking at your page.
"hmmm, how come you don't say this stuff face to face with me? those phrases could be used in the bedroom y/n"
you turn extremely red. he finally let you have your phone but he made you show him your work.
you have some pictures of him, some imagines and other things. being embarrassed, you hide your face from him. he brings you into a bear hug and chuckles.
"at least i know you have it now, let me in on writing some of those stories, i could add some detail"
he winks because he read a smut your wrote. your ears turn red. he laughs once more before his eyes turn wide. you look to where he's looking. the sink. uh oh. the water is dripping onto the floor.
