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creamymilkk · 2 years

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⋆·˚ ༘ * ♡. 🥤 Different Type Of Love 🥤 .♡

Call me (call me) my love . Call me, call me and we'll take a ride call me (call me) on the line. Call me, call me in to overtime Call me

༉‧₊˚ #Vance Hopper x reader

. ˚₊ ꒱ Pairing/Pairings: Vance Hopper and F!Reader.

༉‧₊˚ -Format: Fanfiction.

× &﹕Summary: You got a official date with Vance Hopper

×﹕♺ AUTHOR’S NOTE(S): Chapter 2!! The amount of love I’m getting is crazy! So 2.3k words :) I recommend listening to the playlist while reading.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

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“It’s Vance…Vance Hopper..” he said, still on the floor. ‘Why did you ask him for his name?! That was so dumb of you already knew his name.’

Your thoughts were quickly cut off short when he grabbed your hand and pulled himself up off the ground. “So are you okay?” You asked him.

“Other than my butt stinging. Yeah… I’m okay.” He joked. You laughed at his comment. You didn’t know what to do, you're not good with conversations!

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay.” You said to him turning your back towards him. Slowly walking away wishing you had talked with him a bit longer.

“Hey! Wait a second.” You turned around seeing Vance quickly walking to you. “Do you ever want to hang out?” He asked, looking at you.

‘Is he trying to ask me out?’ you questioned yourself. You almost said ‘yes!’ Keyword. Almost. Until you remember you already had plans.

“Uh maybe another time. I already have plans.” You answered. He kinda looked a bit sad when you said that. Which made you hate yourself for saying that.

“Or..” he looked a bit confused but brightened a bit. You took out a piece of paper and a black pen and handed the paper and the pen.

“Or you could write down your phone number and we could plan out when we can hang out?” You stated well mostly preyed that he would do that. “Yeah sure.”

Vance took the paper and pen then wrote down his phone number. Then quickly handed it to you “I will call you when I have time. Have a great day Vance.” You said to him.

You quickly walked away with a radiant smile and bright red checks. you couldn’t believe you had the Vance Hopper phone number. He wanted to hangout with you.

You could’ve shouted out of happiness, you couldn’t wait until you could call him. You opened the paper.

‘***-***-**** i can't wait until we can officially hang out :) - V.H’ you went scarlet red. His handwriting was messy, sure. But it was Vance's handwriting.

You sighed happily then you realized that you needed to go with JENNIFER AT THE DINER! You almost forgot after talking to Vance. You quickly ran home to get the money and at least try to look better.

“Color me your color, baby. Color me your car Color me your color, darling I know who you are.”

You already heard the music playing inside, the diner was a light colorful baby blue color. With some baby pink color in some places.

There were many people in the diner since it was a very popular hang out spot, for people of all ages.

You walked inside and you already saw your friend. Jennifer is sitting in one of the booths, already seeing the menu. You walked up to her.

“Hey Jennifer, sorry for being late.” “I literally thought you stood me up!” Jennifer said, looking up to you.

You just nodded and sat cross from her, “so why are you late? You normally are always on time.” She stated.

“Oh well it’s becau-“ You were quickly interrupted.

“Hello my name is Jenny. Are you two ladies ready to order?” A lady asked both of you, she was wearing the diner’s uniform.

A bright blue baby dress with a baby pink apron with some white in her dress. She had her hair in a bun, with bright red lipstick that stood out. The lady named Jenny had a smile on her face when she was looking at you and Jennifer. With a notepad so she can write down whatever you two were going to order.

“Two milkshakes! A vanilla one and..” Jennifer said while looking at you for an answer.

“Uh..a strawberry one please.” You spoke.

The lady named Jenny wrote down what you two said, looking up from her notepad. She looked at you both.

“Coming right up!” She quickly walked away from your guy's table.

“Come up off your color chart. I know where you're coming from.”

“Anyways, why were you late?” Jennifer repeated her question.

“Oh right!” You said looking brighter, you slowly started smiling.

In all honesty you couldn’t wait to tell Jennifer what happened with you and Vance. It was a dream come true, the fact you got Vance Hopper phone number. And the cherry on top was he wanted to hang out with you. Yes you!! You couldn’t believe it.

“So you know me and Vance always walk in the same direction for school?” “Duh, you told me already.” Jennifer replied.

“So basically he asked to hang out and he gave me his phone number!” You quickly told her.

It was so quickly that Jennifer couldn’t even process what you even said. Thankfully she did.

“Call me (call me) on the line. Call me, call me any, anytime.”

“No way! No fuc-“ Jennifer was cut off by the server.

“There are you two milkshakes.” She spoke while sitting down with your guys milkshakes on the table.

“Is that all?” “Yeah that’s all.” Jennifer answers to her quickly, trying to make her go away.

The server just smiled and walked away, “Anyways! NO FUCKING WAY!!” She smiled at you. You can totally know she was so happy for you. She was grinning ear to ear giggling like a little girl.

“He totally has eyes on you, I mean Vance never gives out his number.” Jennifer stated she was right, Vance never gives out his number. Since he doesn’t really asks girls, all he does is try to beat his score on Pinball.

“Well I don’t know if he has eyes on me, for sure.” You added a straw inside of the milkshake and took a sip of your strawberry milkshake.

“Oh come on! It’s just the lowdown.” Jennifer said, also sipping her milkshake.

“Call me, call me any, anytime. Call me (call me) I'll arrive. You can call me any day or night.”

“Maybe he just wants to be friends?” You spoke looking at her. You did really think he just wanted to ‘hang out’ and you just got the wrong idea. I mean why you? There are many prettier girls that already have a crush on Vance. But a small part of you really thinks he asked you out.

“Wait what did the paper say?” “Oh here!” You took out the paper that had the number.

Jennifer laughed a bit “Jeepers creepers! He has such horrible writing.” She said while putting the paper down.

You laughed too “I know right!” “Okay how about this. We do a little sleepover and call him?” She said with a smirk.

“Maybe you two can ‘officially hang out’” Jennifer stated like how Vance wrote in the paper.

You smiled “That would be amazing!” You saw Jennifer smile “awww! You really do wanna hang out with him.” “NO WAIT I MEANT THE SLEEPOVER!”

Jennifer laughed hard “I know! I know! Just call your mom if that’s okay. There’s a phone next to the entrance.” She started drinking her milkshake.

“Call me. Cover me with kisses, baby. Cover me with love. Roll me in designer sheets.”

You headed to the phone and put in your mom's phone number for work. Your mom quickly picked up.

You spoke before she could. “Hey mom, I was wondering if I can stay overnight with Jennifer.” You said.

“Of course honey! That would be perfect since I have the Night Shift.” “Okay thanks mom.” You spoke nicely.

“Stay safe.” Then your mom hung up. “I wish you talked to me like that.” Jennifer giggled, you turned around.

“Oh shush!” You laughed.

“I'll never get enough. Emotions come, I don't know why. Cover up love's alibi. Call me (call me) on the line.”

You two walked back to Jennifer's house, the sky already dark and you could see the stars in the dark blue sky. Jennifer unlocked her front door and opened it.

“Your parents aren’t home?” “Nope, they needed to go with my aunt or something.” She answered you with a smile.

You two headed for Jennifer's bedroom, you had already been in her room before. She has a bright and sort of dark yellow wall, with many different types of posters. With different brands and people like the ‘Runways’, ‘Blondie’, ‘The Go-Go’s’, etc. Her room was a mess but still clean at the same time. On her floor, there were magazines, different types of books, and some make-up scattered around.

It was very different from your room. There was a table with a mirror with different kinds of makeup all around. She also had magazines about different places she likes loved to read about. The room smelled like Coca-Cola and strangely enough like sweet food. On her bed there were plushies and on the bedside table was a phone.

“Sorry I didn’t have time to clean my room,” Jennifer said with a bit of embarrassment in her voice.

“Don’t worry about it. I don't mind at all.” You replied. I mean, in all honesty, you didn't care. It's her room, not yours.

You sat down on her bed while Jennifer was going to her Vinyl. Going through a box with records. “Any recommendations?” she spoke with a sweet smile on her face.

“Nope, it's up to you,” you replied, getting a magazine that was right next to you.

“Okay!” Jennifer answered sweetly, grabbing a record. The record quickly started, you remembered this song from the diner quite fast.

“Color me your color, baby Color me your car. Color me your color, darling I know who you are.”

“Wait Jennifer did you pick this from the diner?” you questioned her without looking at her, you have a small smile on your face.

All she did was nod while mumbling the lyrics, you still had the magazine in your hand and you turned it around. It was some sort of boy band? There were three boys in total. The first boy was in the middle with long blonde hair sitting down, the second one was on the right side standing with short brown hair, the third boy was on the left side with jet dark black hair looking kinda mad.

“I see you have taste.” Jennifer spoke sitting on the bed next to you.

“I totally think the black hair boy would be a nice kisser.” She said, smirking and giggling.

“Really? He looks like he hates life.” You laugh pointing at his face.

“I bet you like the blonde one.” She replied giggling winking at you.

“Come up off your color chart. I know where you're coming from. Call me (call me) on the line.”

You didn’t understand what she was trying to say until you looked at him again. His hair kinda looked like…

Vance’s hair.

You blushed hard “w-what! No.” You said, shaking your head.

“Aww someone’s blushing,” Jennifer said cheekily.

“Wait!” Jennifer spoke rather quickly, her face looking like she had a bright idea. Though you couldn’t know what her idea was.

“Call me, call me any, anytime. Call me (call me) I'll arrive You can call me any day or night”

“We- I mean YOU should call Vance’s” Jennifer quickly added.

You were lost for words, you had Vance's number. You should wait for him to call you right? I mean what could you say to him?? Without being weird about it or awkward. Should you guys just talk about something random or should plan out when you two can hang out?

Jennifer could easily tell what you were thinking. It was like she could read your mind. “Ok, you could know… Do some small talk and go on a date,” she states like it was something easy.

“Easy said than done,” you replied to her.

“Call me. Cover me with kisses, baby cover me with love. Roll me in designer sheets.”

“Since you are such a baby.” Jennifer quickly reached into the pocket of your jacket. And swiftly grabbed the note with Vance's number on it.

Then typed in his number on her phone. ‘Shit.’ you thought. “Wait no-” “it's ringing!!” Jennifer said quietly.

The phone was picked up. “What's cracking?” a sort of rough voice answered.

Jennifer was gigging and she shoved the phone onto you. You were lost with words, you didn't know what to say or even do. Your thoughts were quickly cut off by Vance.

“I'll never get enough emotions, I don't know why. Cover up love's alibi”

“Uh…hello?” He sounded annoyed. “Hey it's me,” you told him your name.

“Oh hey.” His voice was much softer and nicer than before. There was an awkward pause. Until Jennifer gave you a soft push on your shoulder.

“Right, so I was wondering when we could… You know hang out,” you spoke a little quiet since you were shy. You didn't know what to do.

“Oh! Uh tomorrow??” “yeah..that works,” you replied to him. Before you could end this really awful conversation. Jennifer took the phone.

“IT'S A DATE.” then hung up. “WAIT WHAT?” you said to her.

“Call me (call me) on the line. Call me, call me any, anytime. Call me (call me) I'll arrive when you're ready we can share the wine.”

“Come on, you two were so awkward in an annoying way and also in a cute way.” she answered smiling.

“See it wasn't that bad!” “It was bad. It was awful.” you spoke.

“IT'S A DATE.” Vance heard in a different voice, not yours. Then the person hung up. He didn’t know who the hell that was, but right now he didn’t care for one second. He got a date with you.

He was blushing just a bit. Then he grew a love struck smile on him, he couldn’t wait to see you on your guys official date.

“Call me.”

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thoughtsandfics · 2 years

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Wondering - Klaus Mikaelson

Tags / TW: Mentions Of Pregnancy

“Enough of this.”

The words of desperation come out as a simple - throat roaring - growl, but that didn’t mean he was going back on them or his steps toward your bedroom door. It had been hours since you’d closed it and made the unsaid barrier between you and the Mikaelson family.

But that wasn’t what began to crack the facade he works so hard to keep that he doesn’t even realize the work anymore. It was the sound of your first tears, every pained sound echoing in the Originals ears. It was one of the few downsides to Klaus’ existence. He was becoming all to aware of that now.

Kol wasn’t one to get involved in family drama when it didn’t concern him, especially with Klaus, but he’d began to like you.

When you make breakfast every morning you’d always offer him something then stutter “sorry, I forgot vampires don’t eat” before you share a laugh when he steals a bite of what you made for yourself and takes it entirely. That’s when he began to know you were different from Klaus’ casual hookups. And not just because you’ve stayed long enough for him to bother learning your name.

He flashes in front of Klaus, sighing as he looks him over. Klaus’ eyes flare with silent warnings, all soon disregarded by the brother they’re sent to. “You can’t go in there… at least not like that.”

Klaus adjusts on his feet, smiling the wicked smile everyone who does and doesn’t know him remembers him by. His hands link behind his back. “And I suppose this is the part you tell me why before I decide which way to painfully remove you from my sight?”

Besides Kol looking to your door, he seems unfased. Until they both hear it clearly. Hear you.

Your breathing had returned to normal, finally. You weren’t sniffling anymore. Your heart rate was calm, peaceful. Klaus takes the first real breath in hours.

The men lock eyes for a moment, sharing a gaze that some could say could only be perfected with centuries of brotherhood. Kol pats Klaus’ shoulder and smiles the first smile he’d let him see since coming back into town that month. He goes back down the hall as quick as he came.

Klaus takes a deeper breath this time once he senses Kol is gone from earshot. He strolls to the door and rolls his shoulders back, peeking it open slowly. All leftover tension leaves his body when he lays eyes on you, bundled up with one of his sweatshirts he hadn’t realize you’d taken. He would have minded if anyone else taken what was his….

but everything he had he would give to you.

He hears the bathrooom door open and it almost shakes him from the sight. He was suprised Kol left Davina alone for five minutes. He doesn’t realize the irony at the time. But then again, will he later? Something disturbs him completely from you though.

He sighs a drawled out breath, turning over his shoulder toward the tap on it. “Ye-“ When he turns to the girl, he’s met with a cautiously hopeful version of her. He doesn’t get the option to begin to wonder why. His eyes scan the pregnancy test with questions, concerns, and a few theories.

His lips purse, his eyes lighting up. At the end of the day he knew how excited this would make Kol.

Davina’s face falls a little.

“No…”

She looks to you. You’ve nestled the blankets and his sweatshirt all together in one swarm of comfort. Even in sleep you were searching for for it.

His eyes widen, his lips following to say words but not succeeding.

He didn’t need to wonder why you were upset anymore. But he didn’t need to worry about anything in that very moment because everything he had he would give to you,

and his empire would now be yours. Your child’s.

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aeonianarchives · 2 years

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sorry for being so late but you can do a fanfic on this imagine, in fact, any of my imagines you can do fanfics on just be sure to credit/tag me so I can see it:)

"Imagine Lindir getting jealous of Elrond because of how close you guys are"

I also tagged you on my post basically saying the same thing, I was just worried you would not see it, losing it in your notifications so I wrote you an ask also 😅

Jealousy

A/n: Thank you for letting me do this, i tend to ask if i could use imagines from other people in my fics, because i'm not sure about there rules on it, i completely forgot I asked to do that. I am aware the Imagine is very vague and it's mostly focused on Lindir confessing

Summary: Imagine in ask, (Lindir getting jealous of Elrond because of how close you guys are)/ Lindir confessing his feelings to the reader.

Credit: Imagine by @queenstarlight

Link to Imagine

Pairing: Lindir x GN! Reader

Ft: Wingman Thranduil, Elrond is the Reader's Sibling.

You didn't quite know why Lindir was avoiding you, or why he only now seemed to talk to Elrond when he needed to about work and even then he kept it very short, Lindir had never been this distant to you, sure he always found ways of getting away from you but he was normally a stuttering mess and shy, now it increased tenfold and he wasn't stuttering or shy.

You started to miss him after awhile, but at least your best friend was in the Kingdom, you decided to go to him for advice, you knocked on the door, to the largest guest room that the house had to offer, it was for if Galadriel or Celeborn came or even Thranduil came to stay.

Galion opened the door, he glanced to you and the two bottles of wine and the two glasses you had come for Thranduil.

"Hest Y/n, has come on a visit" Galion said as he let you in Thranduil, told him to leave.

"Ah Y/n, it is good to see you again Mellon-nin How can i Help you" Thranduil said, you sighed as you sat the bottles down along with the glasses.

"I am afraid we may need ten whole barrels of your strongest Greenwood wine" You said throwing your head over the backrest of the chair, Thranduil sat down on the other chair, opposite you and opened the first bottle and poured you both a glass

"That bad, I can always have Galion, get the wine i brought as a present for Lord Elrond, which I have yet to give him" Thranduil said as you took the glass he handed to.

"Why is Love so difficult, Lindir is so distant, he doesn't even pay attention to me, and i think he hates my brother, oh Elrond is going to have a pain if he does hate him" You said

"Lindir works for Elrond, closely, and i doubt that Ellon has one hateful bone in his body, he's to sweet for that" Thranduil said taking a sip of wine

"Why don't I observer him, while I am here, with your and Elrond's interactions with him, and try and come up with a conclusion" Thranduil said

"No offense but, Elrond is the smartest elf i know, other than myself and Erestor and if we can't figure it out no one can" You said

"But you three have one thing in common, you are oblivious to feelings, your smart about book stuff and battle stuff, but when it comes to feelings, you all are really bad at it" Thranduil said threw a smile

"Sometimes I really hate our friendship" You muttered

"No you don't everyone needs an friend to get drunk with talking shit about people or about your problems, it's all you need in life" Thranduil said, you lower your glass

"Thranduil, we are alcoholics, well whenever i'm around you I turn into one" Thranduil let out a laugh at your statement

"That is more true than both of us would like to admit, let me deal with Lindir, and I come up with your solution, and get you both together as it is about time and you are both going way to slowly what has it been 2 centuries, yes you are elves and you are immortal, but you can't stay head over heels in love from afar for this long, besides you are a wandering guardian whenever you go out on patrol, you know full well you could die, while Lindir is safe here in Imladris, it is better to be with him than spend your whole life on arda with him not knowing" Thranduil said

"I absotulty hate, how you know my love life like the back of your hand, but it's so useful" you said

"Now wanna shit talk about Elrond, because you always end up doing it in the end" Thranduil said, you then started to rant, sometimes being Thranduil's friend was much better than most people would think, Thranduil definitely wasn't cold and distant, that was just his reputation he lived up to, he was light heated and a sortie on the inside.

"Anyway, I should get going, Elrond wanted to discuss the patrol of the guardian's" You said standing up

"Try not to act drunk in the meeting" Thranduil said with a smirk, you threw a pillow at him and punched him in the arm light heartedly.

You soon reached Elrond's study Gildor sat in one of the chairs already, you took the other, Elrond raised an eyebrow at you.

"What, Thranduil is good company, and my Friend, why are you always like this Brother, he won't hurt me, he just has a reputation to uphold" you said

"He turns you into an alcoholic every time you are both alone with each other" Elrond said

"Give your sibling a break, they work hard to protect the kingdom you made" Gildor said

"Stay out of this Gildor, Thranduil is a bad influence" Elrond said

"You just say that, because of what he thinks of our adopted parents, if you get to know him you would learn Thranduil isn't that bad" You said.

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Lindir knew he shouldn't feel this happy that you and Elrond had a fight making you very distant to one another now, all because of Thranduil, Lindir wanted to comfort you, but he was still jealous of Elrond, he knew his Lord well and Elrond would come to you an apologies and then everything will go back to normal.

"Your Jealous, you actually think Elrond Likes Y/n, sure he likes them, he's there brother, did you honestly think Elrond like Y/n romantically, A iluvatar nin, you got it all wrong little songbird" came Thranduil's voice behind him, Lindir span around to see the King, with a glass of wine in his hand.

"You want to know a secret, I know who Y/n likes, and for the record little songbird you better treat them right, they like you a lot, you are the reason why they fight, they fight because they want to protect you, they don't want you to see the horror of the world, they only want you to see peace, they only want you to think war has passed and the world is peaceful" Thranduil said sitting down next to Lindir.

"This is a nice spot in Imladris i can see why Y/n likes it" Thranduil said

"They introduced it to me, to help me with inspirations for my songs or just to get away from the twins or Glorfindel" Lindir said.

"Go to them, confess, before someone steals them away from you, because you would never forgive yourself if you let the person you love go because you were not fast enough" Thranduil said he watched Lindir stand up.

"I must go, I have a song to compose" Lindir said leaving the King smiled to himself proudly.

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How could he of been so stupid, you and Elrond had always been close, you had both founded Imladris, of course you had to be related, how could he of not seen it, it was obvious, you were both Half Elves and took eachother's opinion highly, even if you were a Guardian, you half ran Imladris with Elrond.

And Elrond like Celebrían how could he had missed it, how did he miss read it, Lindir got cut out of his train of thought when he got pulled by the back of his collar, a horse rode quickly by, he got drawn from his surprise from a whistle.

"You should really watch out and pay attention" Came your voice, Lindir caught Elrond looking over to you both.

"I-i am deeply sorry hest Y/n, i will pay more attention in the future, i was preoccupied with thought, Thank you" Lindir said

"I wasn't looking for an apology, just be careful" You said to Lindir walking off.

Lindir sighed to himself, and set off on his original course to his room.

I was not that many days later, Lindir finally thought he had the perfect song to confess to you with, however he would have to wait until you were back from your patrol.

You smiled tiredly at Lindir as he met you "May I talk to you" Lindir said

"Can it wait, i feel like i just got crushed by a troll and I am so tired" You said stretching out your back as you now stood on the ground and not sat on the horse, you passed your sword over to Elrond, who glanced over it.

"What did you do to this" Elrond asked seeing as the sword was almost broken.

"Some idiot thought it was a good idea to try and cut a rock in half with their sword, that did it and it was impressive, but it almost broke it" Gildor said you shot him a pointed glare

"Just fix it" You huffed walking off, Lindir's brows furrowed, before the Minstrel formulated a plan, your room had a balcony which backed onto the northern garden, it was quite and not many people visited because not many people were allowed it it, after all both yours, Elrond's room and study backed onto it, it was labeled the garden of the half-elven rulers, you both did not name it, Glorfindel did.

Lindir set up his harp and looked to your window, the curtains were blowing out of it, and he could see candle light coming from it, meaning you were in.

Lindir had to admit he was nervous he was actually confessing to you over something the elven king had said, for all he knew it could of been a prank, he never knew with Thranduil.

Lindir didn't notice in his nervous panic you had come and leaned on the windowsill.

"Song Bird" you called down to him, piecing together what he tried to tell you when you first got back, Lindir jumped and looked up at you.

"Come up here, I have something to tell you" Lindir nodded and did so, you soon heard a knock on the door and you opened it to see Lindir you let him in, he looked around the room, he was used to your brother's room given as he was basically Elrond's butler.

His eyes soon met yours, you were sitting on the padded bench, which sat in front of the window sill, you were leaning on it.

"What do you wish to tell me" Lindir asked you motioned him to sit next to him, he did so, you pursed your lips and furrowed your brows, trying to figure out how to tell him, in the end you thought it would be best to be straight froward with him, after all he did think you liked your brother romantically, you kissed the ellon besides you.

You felt Lindir freeze in shock, "Gi Melin Songbird" You whispered against his lips, you looked to his eyes to try and figure out what he was thinking.

"Gi Melin ana" Lindir replied you tackled him in a hug

"will you court me" You questioned the blushing mess of an ellon you were hugging

"Of course" Lindir stuttered

Elvish Translation:

Gi melin - i love you

Gi melin ana - I love you to

Hest - captain / commander

A/n: a bit late answering this request sorry.

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screechthemighty · 2 years

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I wrote more of the Jake&Gena fic to soothe my soul now that I’m finally done with whatever the hell the 2006 run was! AO3 link will be in a reblog, but the whole second chapter is below and you can find chapter one in the “fic: meet me at our spot” tag!

Standard disclaimer: Author does not have DID or speak Spanish, so please correct me if I am wrong about things! Also, spot the cameo.

meet me at our spot: part 2/6 (2020)

She tried not to let it get to her. She really did. But the winter was already feeling long by February and the 14th rolling around did not help her mood. Gena had made a point of not putting up Valentine’s Day decorations, but that didn’t stop people from showing up with dates. She tried not to feel hurt. She didn’t want to feel hurt.

She felt a little hurt.

Business is business, Gena, you can’t be angry about it just because-

The bell jangled. Another couple walked in, followed by the man who’d held the door for them. Jake. Same hat as before. It was almost a relief to see him. “Well, look who’s back,” she said with a smile. She hoped it didn’t look too tired.

“Señora Gena, me alegro de verla.” He sat down, same chair as always, with an exhausted groan. “Shit, what a flight.”

“I take it you won’t be having decaf for a change, then?”

“I’d say I’d rather die, but I wouldn’t get a choice in the matter. Decaf might actually kill me.”

“Regular it is. Same order, too?”

“I may need something more robust, actually. Forgot to have lunch.”

Gena passed him a menu. “I’ll get a fresh pot on for you.”

“Gracias.”

He ended up getting a Rueben. He ate like lunch wasn’t the only meal he’d skipped, but Gena wasn’t going to pry. “Are you going to be in town long?”

“No idea.” He prodded the pickle with his fork carefully, as if testing the tenderness of it before finally picking it up for a bite. “Open-ended contract. How’s your boys?”

“Well, Ricky is somehow getting picked on for not having a girlfriend at the ripe old age of eleven,” Gena sighed. “Ray’s just happy they had Star Wars valentines left. Don’t know why they bother, parents are gonna end up throwing them out…” Nope, too far. “Sorry.”

“No, you’re probably right. Hey, you can tell Ricky I’m in the same boat, if it helps. My hot date for tonight is me, myself, and the worst movie I can find on TV.”

“Not even the best one?”

“Too brain dead for that. I want to watch garbage.”

“Sharknado kind of deal?”

“Exactly. You get it.”

Gena was a little surprised to hear he was single. He was cute, not her type but confident enough to make up for the rough, exhausted edges. Nice smile, kind eyes. She could see why someone else might go for it.

Then again, his work schedule probably made anything that wasn’t long distance hard. There were some things even good looks couldn’t make up for.

She had to bounce between the counter and the tables, which didn’t leave her much time to chat. That didn’t stop Jake from lingering even after his sandwich was done. “Not in a hurry to get back to work?”

Jake shook his head. “Need to be around other people for a bit,” he explained. He carefully folded a piece of paper as he spoke, shaping it into what looked like a bird of some kind. “Trust me, once you get behind the wheel, you’re invisible. It gets to you if you’re not careful.”

That definitely sounded lonely. She even noticed some of that sadness in his eyes. “Well,” she said, “I don’t typically let people linger over the same cup of coffee, but you can stick around as long as you like.”

Jake hesitated. His eyes darted across her face, like he was looking for some kind of lie. When he didn’t find one…

“Gracias.”

…gratitude quickly sank into his face.

“Of course,” Gena said. “Nice to have someone else in here who doesn’t have any plans.”

Jake raised an eyebrow; for a second, she was worried he’d start asking questions. Instead, he said, “Well, even if I wasn’t single…” He gestured towards himself. “I’m Jewish. Not very practicing, sure, but I have a few questions about how we normalized a holiday for a Catholic saint.”

Gena laughed, startling even herself. “So someone could make money selling cards, I think.”

“Of course it was.”

He lingered a bit longer, occasionally chatting with her whenever she had a chance to just stand around. He’d been to Dubai recently–spent most of the time waiting outside clubs, never been more bored in my life–and was thinking he might be able to get upstate this trip stateside–though that's gonna depend on what my boss wants. He asked her about her life, and listened attentively when she complained about rising food costs. It would be easy to assume he wasn’t listening–he rarely made direct eye contact, and sometimes wouldn’t even look directly at her. But she could see it in his eyes. Even when he was staring into the middle distance, his gaze was thoughtful, digesting every word. She felt more heard than she had in…

Shoot, a while. More heard than she had by any other regular who’d come in and ask her about her day. Heard enough that she let one thing slip.

“I’ll figure something out, I know, I’m not gonna let the place shut down…”

Gena had to stop and gather herself for a second. She made a point of not looking at any of the young couples as she spoke. “...it’s just a pain in the ass.” Jake was quiet. She wondered what he might’ve put together from that pause. “Like you said last time, right? Lo que…”

“Lo que pasa, pasa.” Jake looked at her and smiled faintly. Sadly. She wasn’t sure if he’d put the pieces together, but he seemed to understand the basic emotion. “Whatever happens, happens.”

It looked like he knew a thing or two about that feeling.

He left behind one of the little paper birds with his tip. Gena put it on the cash register. Seeing it made the day a little more tolerable.

~~~

He wasn’t around for the actual job, but he slipped in during the aftermath. He dragged their exhausted body back to the hotel, showered, got changed. He did stick to the original plan, watching the worst movie he could get his hands on while curled up under every blanket in the room.

It felt a lot more hollow than he’d expected.

~~~

Jake came and went as the snow melted and the weather warmed. He seemed to come either during breakfast or very late, rarely in the middle of the day. Regardless of the time, the visits started the same way.

Señora Gena. How’re your boys?

He ordered eggs over easy with toast or a Reuben, usually the former but sometimes the latter if work had him skipping meals. He talked about the places he’d been–lots of metropolitan areas, driving around rich people to boring rich people things. She talked about what was happening around the city. He might not have been a regular in the traditional sense, but Gena quickly realized she considered him one. He fell into place so easily for a man who didn’t even live there.

She also found herself worrying about him. He never talked about being in serious danger, but there must have been some risk. And some jobs just seemed to leave him worn out. She was starting to notice the moments when his smile seemed a little desperate, like he was grinning to create a life raft for himself.

Maybe being invisible behind the wheel got to him more than he was letting on.

It was all enough to make her worry a bit more when he disappeared for a month and a half. It wasn’t even the longest amount of time he’d been gone, but it still nagged at her. Maybe it was something about how down he’d seemed last time, or justified anxiety in the face of a world where people could go missing without warning, or God forbid, intuition telling her something was genuinely wrong. Regardless of the why, she worried.

Then, one hot summer morning, he was back.

“Señora, you are a sight for sore eyes.” He sat down in the same chair, with the same smile. “How are you? How’s the boys?”

Gena grinned. “Well, well, I was wondering when I’d see you again, Mr. O’Malley.”

Jake’s smile didn’t fade, but the tilt of his head was clearly confused. “It’s…Lockley?”

Swing and a miss with that one. “Sorry, it’s…from a movie I watched when I was a kid.” She probably should’ve felt silly singing, but the diner was mostly abandoned anyway. “Abraham de Lacy Guiseppe Casey Thomas O’Malley…no? Not ringing any bells?”

Jake shook his head. “No, I think I missed that one. Which intrigues me, because I don’t usually miss movies.”

“Aristocats. I don’t know if it’s any good, but I loved it as a kid.” Her smile widened as he actually pulled out that notebook and wrote it down. “To answer your question, I’m doing okay. Same old. The boys…” She tilted her chin towards one of the booths. “...doing their summer reading.”

Jake glanced over his shoulder at them. “Of their own free will?”

“I lucked out with them.” And Mo always read to them…I’m sure that helped. But they weren’t at a point where she could talk about that. She didn’t think they’d ever be. So she pressed on. “Eggs or a sandwich?”

“Eggs, please.”

She got his order and his coffee before moving out from behind the counter to check on some other patrons. She was still within earshot of Jake, but just far away enough that it made Ray bold. He and Ricky had seen Jake around when he came in late. They hadn’t said anything about him yet, but she knew it was a matter of when. They got funny about male patrons who seemed a little too cozy.

Sure enough…

“Are you flirting with my mom?”

Raymond Gregory Landers…! She would’ve told him to mind his own business if she hadn’t been in the middle of refilling glasses of water. Jake, to his credit, took it well. “I don’t…think so? I didn’t think that was the flirting script.” When Gena could finally look away from the table, Jake seemed genuinely thoughtful. “Could’ve been wrong. I wasn’t trying to, how about that?”

Ray’s nose wrinkled. “Script?”

“What, you don’t have scripts? How do you know what to say to people?”

“I dunno. I just do.”

“Damn. You could probably be an Avenger with that kinda power.” Jake smiled–not the big, easy grin he used with her, but something smaller, more placating. “I’m Jake.”

“Ray.”

“Hola, Ray. That any good? What’s it about?”

Ray looked down at the book in his hand. “Yeah, it’s pretty good.” Which, of course, meant he loved it, but wasn’t willing to say so to a stranger. The shift in conversation was enough to let Gena go about her business without interfering, but she did keep an eye on them. “This kid is half-god and there’s a bunch of other demigods.”

“Half god and a bunch of other demigods? Which pantheon?”

“Greek. Zeus and stuff.”

“Oh, yeah, I don’t know much about them. My brother’s into Egyptian myths. I picked up a few things.”

“There’s one about them, too, I just haven’t read it yet.”

“Huh. Maybe he read those and I just missed it.” Jake shrugged. “He reads so much, I can’t keep track of it all. I prefer films.”

Ray perked up. “Do you like Star Wars?”

“That one that came out four years ago is the best one. No daré más detalles.” The grin was back. “Which one’s your favorite?”

Ray, of course, had seen Return of the Jedi eight times. He was more than willing to talk about it. Jake ate his eggs and listened carefully. Gena didn’t even have the heart to tell Ray to leave the poor man alone.

They both just seemed happy to be talking to someone.

“He’s a chatterbox, I know,” Gena said when Ray finally got bored and ran off of his own accord. “Sorry about…how he opened that.”

Jake shook his head. “Don’t worry about it. And I really wasn’t.” His tone suddenly became concerned. “If I came across like I was…”

“Jake, if I thought you were flirting with me, I would’ve shut it down by now. You had the right script.” And she meant that, too. He was earnest, to be sure, friendly, but she knew the type. Some people defaulted to charm. You just had to figure out the flavor. She’d known more than her fair share of guys like that. Even loved one, once.

The thought stung. Stung enough that her mouth moved without her thinking about it.

“Just curious, if you…were trying…”

“Oh, you want to know what the flirting script is?”

“I am a bit curious.”

“You have a very lovely smile.”

He said it with a smile of his own–not his usual, not the one he’d used with Ray. Something gentle–charming, but not overconfident or overbearing. Another time, another place, if he’d been more her type…

Damn it, that would’ve worked.

Gena couldn’t help laughing. The laugh set Jake back to default mode, back to that same old easy grin. “Be careful with that,” she said. “Don’t want you breaking any hearts.”

“Not that kind of guy, don’t worry. Not on purpose, anyway. And for the record, I wasn’t lying. You do have a nice smile.” He pointed at her with his fork. “But see? Wording, tone of voice, that’s the script part. You have to really think about it. Or I do, anyway.”

“Nothing wrong with that. Makes you mindful. Some people could stand to think before they run their mouths off.”

“Don’t I know it.”

In hindsight, she wondered how many pieces he put together over time: from her having two kids but no wedding ring, to her bitterness on Valentine’s Day, to the fact that she would’ve shut down him flirting if he had been. There were a lot of conclusions you could draw from that, not all of them necessarily the right ones.

But as long as he kept his questions to himself, she was fine with him speculating. Something told her that he would. So far, he seemed like a guy who knew how to mind his own business.

~~~

Sometimes he knew what was going on. Sometimes he didn’t.

Sometimes he was in on it from the get. Sometimes he’d wake up with a crescent in his hands and a job to finish. He went along with it, did the work as promised. Protected Marc. Protected more people than he could count, though he tried to remember them as best he could.

People snatched from the jaws of muggers, rapists, killers. Streets made safer because crime rings and gangs were broken up. Sometimes he got to see their faces, guide them to safety. He started carrying a first aid kit in the back of whatever car he’d borrowed–bandages, Narcan, whatever he could get his hands on. He stayed as long as he could. Just to be sure.

Khonshu didn’t get it. He wanted blood. To see the guilty punished. That goal wasn’t necessarily incompatible with Jake’s, but he saw all the rest as…superfluous. Justice was served; why waste time when there was so much evil in the world?

It’s not just about the punishment, demonio.

He’d tried to explain it, more than once. Khonshu still didn’t get it. Kind of made Jake feel like he was losing his mind, if he was being honest. That was one reason he liked to go back to Gena’s whenever he was in town. Something about being there, around regular people, around someone with a friendly smile who looked at her boys with nothing but fond kindness, two boys who got to live a life as normal as she could make it in a world as hellish as this one…it helped.

It really helped.

~~~

Usually, the sound of the bell ringing right as she was getting ready to close filled her with dread. But that night, when Gena looked up, she felt…a little less dread. And the dread she did feel wasn’t for the usual reasons.

“What the hell happened to you?”

Jake grinned crookedly. The smile was marred by the bruise around his right eye. “Ah, don’t worry about it. Misunderstanding. I ate already, I just…”

“Sit down. I’ll get you ice.”

Jake did as he was told. Gena scooped up some ice into a towel and brought it back out into Jake. “Seriously, what happened?” she asked.

“It’s…” Jake sighed and carefully rested the ice pack against his eye. “...my fault, really. I was talking to a buddy of mine. Good guy, not all there, though. I didn’t realize this was one of his bad nights. Something set him off, he hit me…” Jake shook his head. “He didn’t mean anything by it. I know he didn’t. He’ll probably be apologizing his ass off next time I see him.”

It didn’t look like he was lying, so Gena decided to accept it. “So, I take it you’ve had an interesting night,” she said.

“Oh, very. I know I said I wasn’t going to order anything, but if you have any coffee left…”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got some. Here.”

She poured him a cup. He managed to take a sip while holding the ice pack to his eye. For a little while, it was silent. Then…

“So…how’re your boys?”

Gena laughed, despite herself. Jake did, too, though the action made him wince. “They’re with their aunt,” she said. “I wanted to make sure they got enough sleep. School tomorrow and all.”

“Makes sense.” Jake carefully took another sip. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

“How much do you know about Daredevil, exactly?”

“Nothing firsthand. People in the Kitchen seem grateful for what he’s doing. He’s just one man, sure, but he’s doing what he can to keep the place intact.”

“So he’s…reasonable, you’d say?”

“Why, you wanna chat with him?” She’d been joking, but when Jake didn’t answer right away, she got worried. “Jake, what are you playing at?”

“I can’t say much, client reasons, but he could use some extra help. I don’t know how much I trust the cops, so…” He shrugged and smiled. “...I know I said I’m Jewish, but I’m not above making a deal with the devil.”

“...definitely having an interesting evening,” Gena noted. “I think he’d be willing to help, if there’s not too much on his plate. How do you plan on getting his attention?”

“Still working on that part. Maybe petty crime, jaywalking or something.” He chugged down the last of his coffee and grimaced. “I’m asking for a bonus for this.”

“You should. Hey.” Gena gently squeezed his forearm. “Just promise me you’re gonna take care of yourself.”

“Lo prometo. Sobre la vida de mis hermanos.” He lifted the ice enough that he was making direct eye contact, both eyes, even if it was just for a second. “And if it makes you feel better, I also promise I will see you tomorrow morning. Eggs and toast.”

“You’d better.”

The extra promise didn’t really help, though at least he was trying. Gena tried not to worry about it. There was sure plenty to keep her distracted as the evening turned into night. But the thought lingered. Stewing in worry.

All that worry ended up being for nothing. He actually beat her to the diner the next morning. She saw him waiting by the door, smoking, his bruise looking a lot less harsh under the morning light. “You’d better have slept,” Gena scolded gently.

“I did. Three whole minutes.” Jake put the cigarette out and held the door for her. “Boys enjoy seeing their aunt?”

“Oh, always. And I’m glad to see you’re not busted up worse.”

“Yeah. I’m glad, too.”

~~~

That was the worst part about New York. Place really was crawling with other do-gooders. Not all of them were as committed as Khonshu, and Marc hated talking to them. So that fell to Jake.

He was starting to hate it too, though that might’ve just been because the whole night was an absolute shitshow.

Jake hadn’t been lying to Gena; what happened with David was his fault. Guy was great for information when it was him Jake was talking to. But many systems had their protector, and one of David’s had decided they’d had enough. So…the punch.

He let it slide. Jake understood the impulse more than anyone.

That left him asking Gena for information, which he felt guilty about. He didn’t want her involved, even indirectly. But this little trip was going to be a whole lot worse if they didn’t get Daredevil out of play. Jake didn’t dislike the guy or anything, he seemed nice, but last time he’d been such a pain in the ass that they had to stay an extra day just to get around him to the target. (Not that Jake minded the extra time in NYC, but Marc had wanted to get back to that girl he liked, and Jake was nothing if not supportive of whatever or whoever could get Marc out of his depressive episodes.)

So, it was time for a little trade: some small fish for a big one. Put on the suit (Marc’s style, Marc’s voice, just to keep things consistent), drop a tip about some drug activity as a concerned citizen, let the Devil go take care of it while they grabbed the real prize. That was Jake’s part to play this time; Marc had been able to handle the rest, free of the aggravation of some guy with horns trying to talk about morality.

Jake did feel a little bad about waking them up early the next morning to fake a bruise and get to Gena’s, sure, but he’d made a promise, and he was going to keep it.

He owed her that much.

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Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] He introduces S/O to the team

Before you read this, might be a good idea to read the introduction first. To give you the whole low-down of the team and their dynamicsssss.

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Scenario: You and him have been dating for a while now. Why does the team not know and what’s their reaction in finding out/when he introduces you?

Warnings: AU if that’s not your thing then don’t read, not proofread...as usual.

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

You’ve been dating for nearly 5 months at this point. Beforehand the two of you were close friends. So the team kind of already knew you guys were close, but you’d never met the team properly.

It’s not that he was HIDING your relationship, its that he didn’t want to pressure you into meeting his team. They could really be an overwhelming bunch of high schoolers sometimes.

As it happens he walks to the gym hand in hand with you one day, his other hand on his duffel sports bag, thinking that he’d be the earliest one there as always.

But when he slides the gym doors open his WHOLE TEAM greets him “CAPTAIN!” and then there’s an awkward silence that descends as they all catch him with his hand intertwined with yours.

KAEYA AND TARTAGLIA LOSES IT. “C-Captain, you had a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?!” “You finally made a move on her?!” “S’about time!”

Needless to say they both get knocked on the head by Zhongli’s fist.

Zhongli sighs and turns to you apologetically but you say that you don’t mind meeting them. He perks up and claps his hands to ask his team to line up.

They do so diligently. Kaeya, Tartaglia and Thoma are giddy while looking at you. Xiao and Kazuha have their mouth slightly agape as if you’re some kind of rare species. Diluc and Albedo stare you down.

You introduce yourself as Zhongli’s gilrfriend and as you do so Tartaglia’s eyes dart towards Zhongli who has a slightly shy expression on his face.

“Oh, oh question time!” Thoma raises his hand “Does the captain secretly eat sweets behind our back?” You haven’t even answered when Kaeya asks “Does the captain ever glare at you (he mimics Zhongli’s face) and say 10 Push ups NOW!” Surprisingly Diluc raises his hand too “...Is the captain strict with you too?”

Zhongli gets irked the more questions are asked and he finally steps in with an ominous presence. “10 laps around the gym...NOW!”

He apologizes to you again but you reassure him it’s totally fine and they all seem like such fun.

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

The vice captain is a very secretive guy.

Not even his brother knew.

It’s not that he was ashamed of you, he just liked his privacy and you already knew that.

But there was this one time where he forgot his textbooks under his desk and you had to go and give it to him while he was at practice.

Shyly looking into the door the first one that spots you is Albedo.

“...Do you need something?” you tense up at Albedo’s question and shakily hand him the textbooks.

“U-Uhm... D-Diluc’s...”

Albedo tilts his head and turns to shout at the team. “Someone’s looking for the vice captain,”

Everyone stops what they’re doing and snaps there head towards you.

Diluc jogs over, sweat still fresh on his forehead. Without thinking he takes the books from you, small smile on his face and thanks you.

The rest of his team freezes up all thinking: “Hold on, is he...SMILING?”

You’re oblivious to them staring and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. When Diluc turns back his team is glaring daggers at him, he stares back at them. Doesn’t say anything, and continues practice.

No one is brave enough to ask him about it.

Tartaglia whispers to Kaeya “You didn’t know about it either huh?”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

This MF would talk about you whenever he had the chance.

Y/N this, Y/N that, Y/N is so cute.

Frankly the team is kinda tired of it.

But when you finally visit one of their practices the team levels their gaze at you and think “Oh shit, he wasn’t lying, she is actually cute,”

Sees his teammates expression and brags even more. “I know what y’all are thinking. You’re thinking, OH! She’s actually really cute! Hm?”

Slings an arm around you shamelessly with a grin. “Back off boys, I’ll block all your attempts,”

Diluc is the one that walks up to you and you blink at him. Kaeya blinks at him, confused as well.

Diluc suddenly bows, “I feel sorry for you but please take care of him,”

The rest of the team either bursts out laughing or snickers behind their hand.

Their vice captain is low key savage

#4 Albedo (Setter)

The team finds out about you cause when they finish practice they find you waiting outside the gym.

Kazuha asks politely while the others look on “Are you lost?”

You straighten up and stutter a little, “Ah, uh, no, I’m...” You’re at a loss for words.

Then Albedo suddenly appears from the gym doors and sees you. “Ah, were you waiting long? Sorry,”

Thoma tilts his head in question. “Albedo...Your sister?”

Albedo at this point was standing next to you already. “...No, my girlfriend,” like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Everyone is stunned into statues.

“H-How did you get one before me?” Tartaglia looks as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

“Next time you can just come inside and wait inside the gym, it’s dark out here,” their responsible captain suggests and you’re amazed at his kindness and bow at him with a thank you.

Albedo doesn’t see what’s the big deal and just grabs your hand and starts walking away.

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The team already knew since the first date. It’s because he.would.not.shut.up.about.it

That particular day at practice his spikes were a tad bit stronger than usual.

“Oi... you’re getting too excited...” Xiao mumbles at him. Tartaglia just grins and scratches the back of his head. “Aaaahhhh... I can’t help it, I’m so nervous for my date with Y/N!”

A few more dates later he starts showing off his phone wallpaper to the others. It’s a picture of you and him.

Kaeya tries to piss him off by saying, “Huh, we’ve never actually seen her in person. Maybe it’s photoshopped,” The others snicker.

Is so pissed, asks you to come immediately.

You thought it was an emergency so you come into the gym with a worried look on your face only to be hugged tight into his chest. “See? See? She’s totally real and totally cute!”

Albedo crosses his arms and blinks, then looks at Kaeya “...You totally baited him, he’s such a simpleton.”

Kaeya responds with a smirk “Right?”

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The most formal out of all of them and even tells them seriously that he had an announcement to make.

Next day he comes into practice with you in tow.

Properly introduces you as his girlfriend.

Everyone is wide-eyed at how official it feels. Then you suddenly take out a big container of fruits and tell everyone it’s for them (The captain doesn’t allow sweets, he thinks it’ll fatten them up or some crap.)

EVERYONE IS BLESSED BY YOUR PRESENCE and Kazuha is just enjoying you getting along with them.

Kaeya and Tartaglia try to whisper and bribe you into making cookies for them.

Albedo and Xiao stares at Kazuha thinking ‘If someone like you can get a girlfriend, we can get one too, right?’

You offer to come back next time with more fruits and some secret cookies.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Tried to keep it a secret because he knows his team will make a fuss about it.

The team finds out when his phone suddenly starts ringing in the middle of practice and he asks for a timeout to pick it up.

“Mm... Yeah... I’ll pick you up when I finish,” Everyone starts nudging each other when they hear him talk to you in an unusually calm and soft tone. So different from when he plays volleyball and gets angry at them.

By this point everyone tries to keep quiet and enlarge their ears to eavesdrop.

“Idiot... I won’t be late. I promised to take you out didn’t I?”

Hearing their tsundere libero say something so sweet makes everyone combust.

When he turns back everyone is staring at him with smirks on their faces. “Hey, why not just ask her to come here?” Kaeya sneakily suggests.

Xiao blushes “A-As if I’d let her near you bumbling fools!”

He was worried it would scare you away, actually.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Literally no one is surprised he has a girlfriend.

It would be MORE of a surprise if he DIDN’T have one.

But they find out cause he left his phone out on the bench one day and there’d been a text message while Xiao was conveniently sitting on the bench.

“...Tohma, someone me--” Xiao looks at the screen where the message ‘I love you!’ is clearly written.

Xiao is so curious but is not gunna admit it so he nudges Kaeya or Tartaglia who might be sitting next to him and secretly motions over to the phone.

They read it and ask in a real loud voice “Oi Tohma! Who’s Y/N? They said I love you!”

Tohma laughs nervously and since it’s already out he might as well introduce you.

“This is my princess,” he says when you enter the gym to walk home with him that afternoon. You bow and introduce yourself and everyone looks at you thinking... “Ah, they look like the perfect domestic couple,”

Low-key everyone is jealous of how you dote on him.

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Hi darling, may I ask you one with Lewis and reader, where you’ve working in Mercedes for few years and you two are best friends and kind pf couple but without tags (you know like really couple but you just trust each other and know you don’t need the girlfriend and boyfriend title) so he knows dealing with some kind of vip guests sometimes makes you struggle… so when one guest is being really bossy and little petulant over you he stands for you.

Sorry of it’s too long and doesn’t make much sense (just feeling like that atm)

Thanks love 💕💕

Hii anon!!! here’s what you requested! I hope it's what you asked for, hope u like it :)

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MY GIRLFRIEND

Summary: Being lewis's assistant and his almost girlfriend, sometimes enduring vip guest is difficult and he knows that.

Warning: none (I have nothing against serena williams, love her)

Note: I know it's not great, but give me time to improve my writing, I did my best, I hope you like it :)

Lewis and you always had a good friendship since you started working for Mercedes, spending so much time together that from one moment to another you two began a relationship beyond friendship, but you never put a name to this that was happening between you, you two felt nothing but trust with each other, And that's why they didn't need the title of boyfriend-girlfriend.

This started with simple flirtatious phrases by Lewis, in addition to his great personality that caught your attention, but not only did you find his personality striking and that meant that throughout his career he formed many friendships with celebrities; In all the time that you worked as his assistant you met many of his friends, for the most part they were all good people and they were not arrogant, but not all of them are like that, but that was not until the United States Grand Prix. You two had arrived at the paddock like every Sunday "Are you nervous today with the race?" maybe it's kind of stupid to ask that of a seven-time world champion "nah really,Just normal but I know it's gonna be alright 'cause you're my lucky charm" Telling her with that smile that could kill anyone "Oh I know that, since I started working here you do nothing but win races and titles, who knows if one day I stop working with you what will happen" telling him in a funny way while pushing him playfully making him laugh "Oh come on, I know you couldn't stop working with me" "Oh well, Maybe I could work at redbull next year" He just glared at her making her just laugh "Anyway, who's coming as a guest today?" she still had no idea who was coming today as a vip guest of lewis, usually she was the one who took care of giving them anything they needed while he was on the track "Oh, I forgot to tell you, Serena Williams is coming, she already came here once, but you didn't work at Mercedes yet" And of course you know who she was and you knew that she didn't have a very nice attitude with the people who worked in the paddock, she once had a conflict with an interviewer and you didn't like her attitude one bit, but you couldn't say much, you didn't really know her and you never talked to her, everyone has a bad day and you couldn't say anything about it "Ooh, the tennis player who was rumored to date you?" "What happens? Are you jealous of her hon?" He said making fun of you "You know I'm not Lew" And it was true, there was no point in being jealous, if something had happened between them it doesn't really matter, that had happened a long time ago "And that's why I love you babe" he said to her and then approached to give her a little kiss "I'd love to talk to you more but you have a meeting in ten minutes and then you have to get ready for the race, plus I have things to do" "Oh come on, you always ruin the little moments" making her laugh, maybe it could be true, but it was his job to remind her of those things "sorry sorry sorry, but you have to go Sir Lewis Hamilton" To then give him a quick kiss and push him slightly towards the door so that he leaves.

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About two hours had passed when the place had started to fill up and the guests had started to arrive and there was Serena, with a throng of interviewers and photographers desperate to get even a single word from her. When she arrived at the pit area, that was where your work began, you just had to go and help her with everything she needed.

"Hello, excuse me, I'm Lewis's assistant, Can i help you with something?" And that was the moment in which I regretted talking to her "No, I think I know enough about this place to be able to do things on my own, I don't need someone to do things for me" looking at me with total disgust and making me feel so embarrassed in front of all the mechanics and engineers who were preparing for the race "Did you hear me? Or do I have to draw it for you to understand?" at that moment I really froze, no one had ever spoken to me like that, much less at work, we really all had a nice atmosphere here in the pits, we all knew each other and we knew how each one was, but I did not want to react in a bad way, this was my job and I could not treat a guest badly even if it was what I wanted most at that moment "Yes, sorry mrs Williams" At that moment Lewis comes out of his driver room to greet Serena and I stay close in case he calls me.

"Hey Serena how you doin??" he always in a warm and friendly way, after all she was his friend "Not bad, just your assistant is a bit stupid, I don't know how she still works with you" I turned around after hearing her say that, and at that moment i saw Lewis's face, he was no longer smiling and didn't have a friendly face either.

"Sorry what?" was all he could say at the time, he was still in shock because of what his friend had said is his girl, although almost no one knew that relationship that they both had, and that didn't matter either, you were a person above all things, and you deserved respect just like everyone "You know what I mean Lew, that girl is quite annoying, always looking out for everyone, she has to stop" "I think you should stop" And that's where she stopped, the confusion could be seen on her face, what happened to his friend to defend a simple assistant "Why do you say that Lewis?" Lewis's face was really serious, the last time she had seen him like this was when he made a mistake on the track "Don't talk like that about my girlfriend anymore, she's not stupid or anything like that, so take back what you said if you don't want a problem with me" after saying that, he looked at you, but it wasn't a look like the usual ones, you could see the sorrow he felt and he apologized through his look. "Well, sorry I really didn't know you were dating I don't want you to be upset with yourself" saying this, she only went to the side to continue touring the other team boxes. After that Lewis approached you so they could talk "I'm so sorry, really I didn't know she treated you like this, are you okay?" he really sounded sad and sorry and that broke my heart, he was not to blame for what had happened "Yeah, I'm okay, Nothing really happened, it was just bad timing" I'm glad you're okay, but next time tell me if something like this happens, okay?" I couldn't believe that he was so good, I had been so lucky to meet a person like him "It's okay but there better not be a next time" And there we both stayed with nothing more to say, but it wasn't an awkward silence, we just stared at each other.

"So I'm your girlfriend huh?" I said making fun of him

"Oh Shut up"

#Lewis Hamilton x reader #Imagine Lewis Hamilton #Lewis Hamilton fluff #Lewis Hamilton blurb #Lewis Hamilton smut #imagine f1 #Lewis Hamilton OneShot #f1 smut

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urimaginespimp · 3 years

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A Half-naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas.

Bucky x Reader with fever.

Thank you @daredarling for the “you’ve gotten sick and Bucky takes care of you” idea.

——–

You should’ve known better than to race Sam under a thunderstorm last night. Waking up the next morning, you had a massive headache, your muscles felt sore, and you were shivering.

“Miss Y/N, Mr. Barnes says you’re half an hour late in training.” FRIDAY’s voice spoke, making you groan and bring your comforters above you.

“Tell him to fuck off.” you muffled under the sheets.

Barnes… He has been nothing but a pain in the ass to you. To this day, you don’t know what you’ve done for him to dislike you this much. And as if his snarky comments and glares thrown your way wasn’t enough, Steve actually paired you both for missions and trainings.

If he wasn’t so handsome you would’ve cut him already. If Steve allowed you.

Loud bangs hit your door outside. “Y/L/N you’re already 30 minutes late! That’s 5 laps extra for you!” You could hear the irritation lacing his voice.

Maybe if you ignore him long enough, the pest would go away.

“I know you’re in there!” He followed up after you ignored him.

Sighing in annoyance, you got up, with the blankets still wrapped around you, and weakly waddled your way to your door, not bothering to open up your curtains. Opening the door, A frowning Bucky was looking down on you. If you weren’t feeling so shitty, you would’ve snickered at his expression.

“Barnes why are you so obsessed with me?” your cracked voice barely managed to finish asking.

He was observing you from head to toe, noting how pale you are, and shivering under a huge comforter despite that your AC was off.

“You’re stupid.” That was the first thing that came out of his mouth.

“Well, you’re not that sma-”

“Will you shut up and go back to bed? You look like you’re about to drop dead any second now.” He interrupted you, his face still stern with no emotion.

Rolling your eyes, you turned back and weakly made your way back over to bed, pausing to groan as you remembered you forgot to close the door.

“If you’re still there, could you please close the door.” it almost pained you to even be so polite to him but you blame it to being sick.

Finally managing to lie back down, you stared up the ceiling when you heard the door finally shut gently. Sighing, you were about to let sleep take over you when something caught the corner of your eye.

Bucky was by the closed door, taking his shirt off over his head. You let out a shriek. “What the fuck are you doing in my room?!”

“You’re sick.” he replied nonchalantly, while kicking off his shoes, leaving him in his sweatpants and socks.

“And taking off your clothes is supposed to make me feel better?!” you were trying to support yourself with your elbow, facing his way. “And I meant that you close the door before leaving.”

“I don’t want to die of heat while taking care of you.” he replied in a duh tone before entering your bathroom to fetch some warm water in a basin.

You were still trying to process what he was getting at when he finally went back out, now basin with steaming water in hand.

“You got a clean towelette I can use?” has asked as he placed the basin on the foot of your bed.

“Yeah, it’s by the third dra- what the hell are you doing again?” you caught yourself as he was opening your drawers. “Because if you’re trying to kill me, doing it while I’m defenseless is just beneath you.”

“Didn’t think your IQ could get any lower but you’re sick so I’ll let this pass.” He rolled his eyes before soaking the cloth on the water. “I’m nursing you. Now lay flat and still so the cloth won’t fall off that forehead of yours.” he instructed, again sounding so casual.

You followed his orders before realizing that this whole ordeal was still very weird. “I’m sorry, I still don’t get why you’re doing this.”

He went by your head and placed the cloth on your forehead, making you sigh at the warmth it brought your chilling form. “Steve will have my head if he finds out I knew you’re sick and let you die.”

You stared at him deadpan.

“And partners are supposed to be taking care of each other.” he muttered, making the side of your mouth twitch.

“If you tell anyone I said that I’ll kill you.” he lightly threatened when he noticed your mouth twitch.

“Fair enough. And I should probably tell you that I’m prone to get mentally confused when I have fevers which is a normal symptom, but just letting you know in case I start saying something nice.” you chuckled.

He went over your mini fridge and opened a bottle of water to drink.

You look at him, noticing that he was starting to sweat a lot from the heat. His skin was glistening making you mentally kick yourself from staring.

“You got underwear?” you found yourself asking, making him choke on his drink.

“What?”

“I-I’m just saying i-if you’re that hot, you can just take off your sweatpants and I won’t mind.”

“You’re saying I’m hot?” he chuckled, having fun twisting your words, making you flush. “Hey, color’s back on your face. Maybe I should get you all flustered more.” he teased further.

“Shut up Barnes, I meant that the room’s too hot for you because the AC is off. You’re sweating like a pig.”

“Save the excuses, Y/N. You won’t mind if I’ll just be in my boxers?” he smirked at you as he took his socks off and started working on untying the strings of his sweats.

“Puh-lease, Barnes, it may come as a shock to you, but I’ve seen enough men in boxers. You’re not that…”

You trailed off what you were going to say when you noticed that this was a different kind of boxers. Why were they so tight?

You thought he meant boxer shorts, not boxer briefs. Dammit.

“I’m not that…?” He asked.

“I forgot. Fever brain.” You shrugged, diverting your eyes away from him. “Anyway, why are you so nice to me? You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you.” He contradicts, placing his hands on his hips.

“Uh, yeah you do.” you paused to let out a cough. “You always make fun of me or provoke me in front of everyone else.”

“And how do I treat you when we’re alone, especially in missions?” he raised his brows at you, expecting that you’ll put two and two together.

“A lot nicer actually.” You muttered.

“Look, I’m sorry. It’s just that the team keeps insisting I have a crush on you.” he scratched the back of his head.

“That’s ridiculous. Why would they even think that?” you chuckled.

“It’s Sam’s fault. He tricked me.”

“What?”

“He was being all hypothetical, saying what if I was only allowed to date someone from the team and who would I choose. And I uh… may have said I’d choose you. And everyone else heard.” He muttered the last part, embarrassed.

It was your turn to smirk at him. “And why me?”

“Stop that. You look like a smirking corpse.” he snapped at you defensively and cleared his throat. “It’s just that you were actually really nice to me when we met. Didn’t feel like you were masking apprehensiveness like everybody did when I first got here.”

“Sounds like you have a crush on me.” you had the courage to tease him, seeing how flustered he got from telling the story.

“This is not how you treat your nurse, Y/N.”

“Yeah, a nurse in his underwear. Very ethical. And I’m not your supervisor, but I think brooding is not advisable.”

“And now as your nurse, I would advise you to quit talking and get some sleep.” he playfully glared at you. “I’ll be by the chair to constantly check on your temperature and replace the cloth on your forehead.”

“I really appreciate what you’re doing, Barnes. I’m starting to think the team’s right.”

“Ma’am flirting with patients and vice versa is frowned upon. Now sleep.”

“Fine.”

——–

While you were finally snoozing for over an hour, gentle knocks were heard on your door.

Standing up from his chair, Bucky quickly made his way over the door to prevent more knocks from disturbing your sleep, forgetting that he was still only in his boxer briefs.

Opening it slowly, he was met with three pairs of wide eyes belonging to Steve, Sam, and Nat.

“Hey you guys, could you keep it down? Y/N is getting some rest.”

“Uhuh… I bet she needs it.” Sam replied slowly, still wide-eyed, noting how Bucky’s slightly sweaty.

“So… when did this happen?” It was Steve’s turn to speak up.

“Oh, just this morning. She was running late and I came here with the intention of punishing her for it but I ended up taking care of her.” He explained in a low voice, still oblivious to how their teammates were getting a totally different idea.

“Woah.” Nat muttered under her breath.

“Yeah, I guess her muscles are all sore because she was moving so weakly, and her voice is all hoarse now when she talks, and -”

“Look we’re happy for you, but TMI, Buck! TMI.” Steve cut him off and the three of them scrambled away from your room, with Sam muttering he didn’t need the unwelcomed visuals, and Nat screaming for Wanda.

Now left alone and confused by the doorway, he was trying to figure out why they reacted that way when it finally clicked.

“Fuck.” he whisper-yelled, knowing that the teasing was about to get worse.

——–

Final Part

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a-simp-20 · 2 years

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Hi there!!

First off, Happy New Year!! And I came to know that it was your birthday a few days ago too, so sorry for being late but I wanna wish you a very happy belated birthday too😘😘😘💖💖

Since your requests are finally open again, and since I had said last month that I'd request sth when you did open , could I request some Kento fluff (maybe with a teensy bit angst if you'd like!) where it's like, they somehow happen to meet completely randomly and hit it off and are all friendly and everything, but the both of them start harboring feelings for each other but neither wants to confess bc they're nervous? And then it's fluff in the end?

Thank you💖

💕Confessions💕 [Kento Yamazaki X Reader]

AIB Cast Masterlist

Note: - Yay! I was going to find your user but I forgot what you user name was!, so glad you're back!. Also thanks for the wishes! And happy 2022 to you too!

- yellow + Italics +[] = [Song Lyrics]

Characters: Kento Yamazaki, Y/n, Suda Masaki, Dori Sakurada, Keita Machida (maybe I'll add him to the masterlist too-)

Summary: You met the actor Yamazaki Kento so suddenly at a summer festival. You two became close and started to get feelings for each other..but both are too afraid to confess!

Warning!: jealous! Kento, Yelling (from kento to reader)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: none

Tags: @hyunsuks-beanie another Kento fic!, thanks for requesting friend!..i tried doing the angst and i really like how it goes! And nice request! (Also sorry if it took too long! I've been busy with school! 😭)

Enjoy!~

{-YOASOBI. Tracing That Dream}

[Beautiful flowers decorating the night sky The light tightly enveloped the city sound]

"Okay, guess I'll see you next time"

"Sure Kenken..see you soon"

"Okay, bye and have a good night rest"

[Beep]

You sighed and put your phone on your bed side drawer. You settled yourself in your bed, looking at your rooms ceiling thinking about your feelings for the young Actor that you just met a month ago. You would always wonder on how you two became friends so quickly, usually normal celebrities would just walk away if they ever bumped into their fans they would instantly walk away while apologizing..but Kento was different, he instead talked to you through out the whole intire hour as the time passes by.

"I wonder how he feels about me..in the summer festival.."

[1 Month ago..]

The sound of the festivals chimes and music passes your ears as you sat there alone wearing a Kimono and holding a wish paper that you bought from the shrine "Good luck huh?" You say to yourself, looking down at the tiny scroll that say's "Good luck: you will find good luck for this year's summer, and may find your true love"

You sighed and got up the bench that you sat on, still holding the tiny scroll in your Hands. You are not alone at the festival, you Were with your two big sisters and their husbands..which was awkward. At first you didn't actually wanted to go to the summer festival, but your mom says that you needed some fresh air so you just go for it.

Now you're here alone, both of your sisters said that they forgot you were with them and just went back home, "Why am I still here anyways?, with this useless wish paper that has nothing but words of hope in them."you continue to walk through the festival, seeing people with their friends and family doing festivities and buying warm food, you kept walking as you almost made it to the exit until you bumped into someone "Ah! I'm sorry, i didn't know where i was going" You say and looked up to see a tall figure with a plastic bag that had a gold fish in it and a wish paper in his hand "Ah it's okay, i was just going in to return this fish..turns out my niece didn't wanted it" He chuckles and you realized he's Yamazaki Kento, a very handsome and clean man "Ah! You're- I'm sorry I should go-" "No wait!..i- well..i-" "Kento!" Someone yells at him from behind as another man that is shorter than Kento and looks way more calmer than the nervous Kento that is in front of you "I've been looking for you everywhere, oh and By the way your brother and his family said they have to go home since their daughter is tired" It was Masaki Suda, another famous Actor you knew that is close to Kento Yamazaki for a very long time now.

"Oh! Sorry! Are you Kento's friend??" He asked with a soft smile on his face "Oh uh.. No we just happened to bump into each other that's all Suda-san" Dori says smiling at him "Ah~ i see, well since the three of is are all here..why not we all get to know each other and i'll treat us all for Ramen?, i know it's sudden but-" "It's okay!- i mean i would love to" You said smiling.

[Present..]

It is already morning in a blink of an eye. You got off your bed and got ready for work, it's a Coincedince actually that you got a job because of Kento, you now Work at his friends Egency that he introduced you to him back in 2021. After getting ready and preparing your bento you got out of your house and locked it behind you. After locking your house you made your way to the bus Station, it wasn't that far from your housing complex.

After waiting the bus finally came and you got in then payed for your bus ride, told the driver where you were heading and went to sit at any spot available inside the bus.

[A few minutes later..]

You got out of the bus as you finally made it to Amuse Inc. A very tall and high building, a incorporation of famous and new Japanese actors and actresses/Stage Actor/actresses and more. You got into the building and went inside the elevator "Wait! Don't close the door!" You heard a male voice say as you pushed the '< >' button as the man got inside the elevator as the door's closed "Oh it's you!, Kento's Friend right?" The man said and you looked up To see the Actor Sakurada Dori "Oh..uh hey!.. Yeah I'm his friend, I'm glad I got a job here because of him.. And you! You too Mr.Sakurada" "Don't call me Mr! I feel old now.." He says frowning while stretching his face, the door opens to your floor "Uh- I gotta go yeah sorry" "Oh yeah sure! Say you wanna hang out with me and Kento after we Shoot?" "Yeah yeah sure!" You yelled while walking "Alright! I'll let him know! Bye bye!" You didn't heard what he said as you got your desk and started working on some files for the models, and some magazines you need to read then take notes of, and other stuff that the company gave you.

You sighed to yourself as you worked at anything that they gave you. You couldn't even focus because he was stuck in your mind ever since last night's conversation with him. He couldn't leave your mind, you so really want to confess your love to Kento but you feel anxious whether if you want to confess to him or not. Than you suddenly remember on what Dori asked you, if you wanted to spend the time with him and Kento this Afternoon after they shoot for their new series that they are both in and you realize that you accepted Dori's Offer.

After that it was finally time for you to go and meet up with Dori And Kento at the studio. Dori texted you to come out of the building cause he and Kento decided to pick you up from the agency to the studio. You got up from your desk and packed up your things as you went inside the elevator to go to the first floor.

The door of the elevator opened as you got pit of it. You were now in front of the building as you searched on which car they were in until you heard someone call your name "Y/n! Over here!" A very familiar voice shouts as you saw Dori waving his hand from inside a car on the back seat of the car as Kento's head also poked out of it in the other seat of the back of the car that was back of the passenger seat. In the car there are two back seat's, one in the usual spot and one at the very back. You went you went towards the car as you got in it sitting right next to Kento, the other seat right next to Dori was occupied by his other friend that is from another agency Keita Machida. Both Dori and Kento were still in their characters costumes except for Keita cause his character wasn't supposed to be in today's shoot, he just decided to come along to hang out with the three.

"So where are we going first?" Keita asked the three, Dori responding to his question "Well maybe we should eat first! I'm hungry!" "Uh..Dori you just ate rice with meat and an egg..aren't you full?" Kento asked "Well I have separate stomach for more food Yamaken!" He chirps with a wide grin on his face "Seeing you with you hair down with hair gel and piercing's on tour face while smiling is weird Sakurada" Keita chuckles "Hey! Watch it I love my face covered in these cool looking piercing's! Don't you agree Y/n Chan?" Dori asked looking at you with a smile "yeah! You look great Dori" You say giggling. Kento was right next to you just looking at how great if you and Dori would become a couple, seeing on how both you and Dori's liking's are the same..Kenro felt something weird inside him. His chest started to hurt as he looks at you then to Dori then to you again, seeing you smile on hearing Dori talk hurts him.

He shrugs it off for awhile as you all made it to the restaurant on where the three of you decided to eat at. The restaurant was more like a shop than a fancy restaurant itself, but hey at least it had food!. The four of them sat together facing the other person, You were sitting right next to Keita and right in front of you was Dori, Kento beside him. This made Kento more hurt and furious, but he just acted like everything was fine to him even though it wasn't "So what do you guys want to order?" You say finally not being anxious anymore on talking to the three boys "How about curry?, that sounds great right Yamaken?" Dori ask him as he pat's Kento on the back "Oh yeah! It sounds great." Kento says smiling a bit "Then I'll have the same" Keita says and so do you.

Kento called for the Waitress near them and ordered the curry's that you all want and your drinks. The four of you began waiting for you food and drink's to arrive by talking about your day and work, you looked at Kento and saw that he wasn't speaking anything, a frown was on his face "So Kento, how was your day at the shoot?" You ask him with a warm smile on your face as he looks up at you and the other two boy's "Oh, it went well. Playing as the Main character can be hard sometimes but, it's also quite fun too" He say's smiling bit.

The food and drinks finally arrive as they were placed on the table. The aroma of the curry immediately hit's you as your stomach growl's and Kento chuckles, you blushed and smiled at him and went back to look down at your curry as you grabbed your spoon to scoop the delicious looking food "This is good!" Dori chirps happily and continues to eat the curry.

After eating it was already evening and the four of you made a choice to walk at a nearby park. The driver stopped at a Park that was filled with lamp posts and a cement oath that led to several house looking decks to cover yourself if there were to be raining "Wanna go for a walk?" Kento asked you and you just nodded "Don't mind us! We'll be just wandering around here!" Dori yells as he went to another path that was the right "Same here!" Keita say's and went to the right path of the park, leaving just the both of you to Go straight ahead.

The light of the lamp posts shining you and Kento's path, since it was already night time. You and Kento continue to walk through the cold night under the moonlight that is shining above the both of you "Kento, I saw you looking upset today..i was just wondering what's going on? You can tell me anything." You say as you stopped at your tracks as Kento stopped right in front of you, as he turned around "Oh you noticed?.. I- it was nothing" "Are you sure-" "YES I'M SURE!!" He yell's and you froze on the spot, you never seen him luke this before or even yell before "I'm sorry for yelling at you it's just..hard to say it to you on what i was thinking.." He say's and cover's his face and he crouches down still covering his view from you.

He didn't want to see you, or even hear your voice from what he just did. He Yelled at you, the woman that he likes the most that he thinks likes his close friend that is also his neighbor "Kento." You say with a hushed voice as you approached his crouching figure, you crouched in front of him as you gently open both of his hands from his face. You met to see his face, eyes reed and puffy from crying in silence as he looks up to see your soft expression

"Kento.."

"Y-y/n, i'm sorry the truth is that i was jealous on seeing how talkative you Were towards Dori." He say's with a smile on his face "Damn i feel like a total kid now..crying over a simple thing, just like how my big Brother reacted when i was given all the attention because I was still young and he was older..but hey he learned that having a little brother isn't that bad" He chuckles and so did you "Okay number one why are we talking about your brother now?.. And second, I don't like Dori if that males you better Kento" You say and smiled at him.

This time you smiled at Him and not someone else, He made you smile this time. He finally done it, and he thinks to himself if he wants to confess now to later,"Kento" You say his name that made him snap out of his thoughts, as you got up and hold out your hand for him to grab. He grabbed your hand to stand up until you hugged him as he said those final words that you barely could hear if the words he said were true.

"I'm in love with you..Y/n"

[look up,

Final of the fireworks is now here wrapping over two

World of no sound in the silence, you speak “I’m in love with you”]

#Kento yamazaki x reader #kento yamazaki x y/n #kento yamazaki fluff #kento yamazaki angst #kento yamazaki fanfic #a simp 20 #fanfiction

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astranva · 3 years

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TikTok Compilation (pt.2)

Word Count: 1.8k

Category: Fluff

Warning: Some language, very, very slight implied smut; like, it’s a line.

Summary: Yet another compilation of Y/N and Harry content on TikTok as a couple.

// masterlist //

a/n i’ve been receiving loads of tiktok requests so i combined some here! y’all have been asking for this for so long, sorry it took me long to post! let me know what you think. stay safe, friends!

Surely, you had hoped life would have taken a turn a long time ago with the pandemic.

Going outside without masks and crippling fear seemed like a dream, despite it all having been a reality for most of our lives. And while it was cliché, you truly don’t know what you have until it’s gone, like the boring routine you had complained about but now wished to get back.

And in your case, you also didn’t know that one app could have the ability to make things slightly easier during these times – TikTok.

Call it as you may, but quarantine TikTok content was a blessing and while you could swear by that, so could the fans and everyone else on the app since the moment you (and Harry) joined.

Having had tried so many pranks, challenges, and dances, you showed no signs of coming to an end of finding humor and pleasure from the app that Gen Z dominated with the wildest spirits.

With wild spirits, came wild content and for a generation that is openly expressive, there was also wholesome content; all of which Harry’s fans had tagged you to do and try with him.

‘Make your partner impersonate you’

For that one, Harry seemed to be the most excited to do, face beaming with a thousand spiraling ideas of things he could do and say.

The moment the video began, Harry was seen under your white covers, your pink velvet headband that everyone considered iconic rested on his head to show that he was acting like you, pretending to be sleepy as he spoke in a softer voice than his, “Don’t want to get up. More cuddles, please, baby.”

Then video then cut to Harry in the kitchen, you following behind him.

“I wonder where H is, need to pinch his bum.” He said in the same pitch he used for the previous shot.

The video then cut to Harry sitting on the couch beside you, holding his phone, “Baby, look at that!” He showed you his phone, showing you a video on TikTok, “Can we do it?”

‘Wipe your lips after your bf kisses you’

For this, you were picking Harry up from the studio.

Waiting in the parking lot, you had your phone placed behind the box of tissues.

To stay safe, you began recording a normal video for you to edit later as you waited for Harry to show.

When he did, Harry looked right and left as he searched for your car before his eyes fell on you and despite the mask on his face hiding half of it, you could tell that he smiled.

Getting inside the car, Harry took off his mask with a sigh, “First time to actually breathe since morning.” He said before leaning closer to you, pressing his lips against yours.

Doing your part, you looked ahead as you wiped your lips with the back of your hand, noticing Harry’s body stiff as he looked at you.

“Did you just-” He paused, “Did you wipe your lips?”

You hummed in confusion, acting as if you hadn’t heard him as you looked at him.

“Did you-Come here,” he frowned before pulling you close by your hoodie’s drawstrings, pressing his lips against yours in a kiss again.

Again, you wiped your lips.

“Why are you doing that?” He asked, not only confusion being evident in his tone, but hurt, too, “Why are you wiping my ki-Babe, I’m clean.”

“What?” You asked, looking at him as you smiled amusingly, trying to contain your laughter.

“Why are you wiping my kiss?” Harry almost whined, frowning.

“I’m sorry, it’s for TikTok,” you giggled, breaking into laughter when he groaned with a roll of his eyes before he grabbed your jaw, kissing your lips more aggressively.

“Never again.”

‘Let go of your partner’s hand and see what they do’

If there was one thing Harry liked to brag about, it was knowing how to multitask; drive with one hand, hold yours with the other.

It was a natural occurrence for the both of you to hold hands when he drove, no matter what.

Deciding to try that one trend, you took advantage of Harry being focused on the road to film your intertwined hands on your thigh for two seconds before taking your hand out of his.

Instantly, Harry glanced at you, seemingly unaware to you tilting your phone in the other hand to film his face, “Why’d you leave my hand?” He only mumbled before opening his palm towards you once again, smiling when he heard you softly giggle as you put your hand back in his, cooing when he raised it his lips, pressing a soft and gentle kiss on your knuckles, “This stays right here.”

‘Film yourself acting like your partner’

Since the TikTok of Harry acting you like received so many reactions, among them were fans asking you to act like Harry as well, and Harry was down to watch that happen.

Harry recorded you, first shot of video being a little shaky as he couldn’t contain his giggles while watching you in his flared pants, an oversized shirt, his cross pendant on your neck between the valley of your chest, rings on your fingers that showed chipped black polish on your nails.

Your hair was gathered up in a scrunchie, one leg over the other as you sat on a chair, “I’m Harry Styles,” you began, “And like, I never explain my music, I let people interpret it the way they want because music,” you sucked a breath, “Is art. It’s a form of expression that isn’t limited, it’s, like, very open. Like the ocean.” You said slowly, mimicking Harry’s accent and smiling at the end when Harry burst out laughing.

For the next shot, you were in Harry’s white bathrobe, coming out of the bathroom before leaning on the doorframe and looking at Harry as he filmed you, “You sure you’re going to let me shower alone, love?”

Another shot was of you in Harry’s joggers and TPWK black hoodie, sprawled on your couch with the hood on, looking at Harry in disbelief as you still mimicked his accent and deep voice, “Excuse me? Why are you standing there and not cuddling me?”

In a grey tank top of his that you dramatically spilt water on to make it look like sweat and sweat shorts, you had Harry’s boxing gloves on your hands as you bumped your fists together, approaching Harry as he recorded, “God, I’m so sweaty, I have to go hug my girlfriend.”

For the final shot, you had Harry’s guitar in your arms, adjusting the strap as you stood, “I’m going to write a song that is so sexual and record it but I’m not going to release it because I’m a biiiiiitch.” You sang, dramatically strumming the guitar.

‘Pretend to take a mirror selfie with your partner then whisper something dirty in their ear’

You enjoyed the sun; the way it sneaked inside yours and Harry’s room from the sides of your curtains, lit up the room so warmly.

You enjoyed how the natural lighting looked for pictures.

You also enjoyed teasing the shit out of your boyfriend.

“Come here,” you made one grabby hand at Harry who entered the room, scratching his chin, “Let’s take a picture.”

Already used to random pictures being taken together, Harry reached you, standing in front of your vanity mirror as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pressing a kiss against your temple.

Oblivious to it being a video, Harry leaned his chin on your shoulder, giving his famous smug look to the mirror as you held up your phone.

Turning your head, you made sure your voice was low so that your phone wouldn’t pick what you said;

“Want you to pound me.”

And instantly, Harry’s smug look faltered; his eyes widening, face brightening as he looked at you as you giggled before releasing a squeal once you felt him carry you and move you from where you stood, and to the bed as you laughed.

‘Tell your partner your ex wants to return a hoodie of yours’

Propping your phone up, you made sure it showed Harry as he cooked while you sat on the kitchen stool.

You folded your arms on the table, clearing your throat as you eyed Harry while he was chopping carrots.

“Hey, H,” Harry hummed, stealing a glance at you before looking back at his chore, “My ex called earlier,”

At this, Harry’s eyebrows furrowed before he looked up at you, putting down the knife and leaning his hands on the counter, his arms seeming to look bigger as he tensed, “What did he say?”

Trying not to laugh, you looked down, beginning to play with your fingers before giving him a shrug, “Just that he still has a hoodie of mine at his place,”

“Yeah?”

“And asked if I need it back.”

“What did you say?”

You gave him another shrug, “Said I’ll let him know.”

“Well, do you need it?” He asked, “Like really need it?”

“Yeah, it was my high school’s.”

“But baby, you have a lot of hoodies,” one hand of his reached to his lips, fingers grazing his bottom lip for a moment, “Can get it for you.”

“That’d be so awkward, H,” you sighed.

“Why? I’m your boyfriend.” Harry reasoned, “Maybe I can just come with you,” he said again before his face lit up, “I can have it customized instead. Just tell me how it looked like and-”

“Baby, no,” you chuckled, “It won’t be the same.”

“Come on, love,” he frowned, “He calls you 3 years later to tell you he still has your hoodie. You don’t think that’s suspicious? He knows you’re with m-Everyone knows we’re together.”

“Maybe he forgot,” you shrugged, “Actually, let me call and as-”

“Oh, fuck no!” Harry instantly rushed to you.

‘Aggressively tell your partner you love them’

Chilling on the couch, Harry was watching the TV, unaware of your phone that had been resting on the shelf to record you beforehand.

You stomped where Harry was, whose head snapped to you, his mouth chewing his banana bite slower as he eyed you carefully, taking in your angry state.

You threw your notebook on the couch beside him, “I love you!” You said aggressively, a frown on your face as you pointed at him, “I fucking love you!”

Harry took a moment, his face shifting to one of amusement before he raised his hands up – one holding his banana – before pointing at you, “I fucking love you, too!” He screamed.

“No, no,” you shook your head, still aggressively speaking, “I love you more!”

“I’m so fucking in love with you!” Harry said as aggressively, standing in an instant, towering over you as he pressed himself against you before wrapping one arm around you, “Why are we shouting, you weirdo?”

‘Stick your hand out and see what your partner does’

Harry was sat beside you on his laptop, music blasting from it as he emailed himself some tasks.

Recording him with one hand, you reached your arm out, opening your palm at him.

Harry looked down at your hand, a smile making its way to his face before he looked at you before placing his chin on your hand, closing his eyes as he gave you a dopey smile as you squished his cheeks while giggling, “Hiii.”

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Part Nine. Minecraft Dating 101

warnings: swearing, mostly super freaking fluffy but some oopsies at the end (which is the barely-there angst that i mentioned before!!), pet names?? if that bothers you??? (like...... one or both of them might use baby.........) word count: 5.3k (not including pictures)

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A/N: HEHEH SORRY ITS SO LONG SORRY hope you guys like it!!!! hope it lives up to your standards of minecraft dates lol also thank you guys all for all your suggestions!!! i loved all of them so much!!!! i would have added every idea except this was already 5k words so its much less “flirting” and more so “oh gosh im so nervous what am i supposed to do” from both of them so hehe i think thats more endearing anyway

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The familiar sound of a FaceTime call connecting rang in Y/n's ears and she held her phone up to her face. "Hi, Karl," she sighed.

"Y/N!!" he said with a cackle. "ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR DATE?!"

"Shut up, I'm doing this for you."

"I already gave you the tour though so really you could back out. You're choosing to stay." His voice was teasing and giddy. "Why's that, hmm?"

Heat rose instantly to Y/n's face. "Because I'm a woman of my word?"

"OkaAaAyy," he sang. "Or because you liiiiikeee himmm."

"Shhhut up, Karl. No, I don't."

"Suuuure."

"Is this why you called me?"

He giggled. "Yeah, but—"

Y/n disconnected the call and set her phone down with a small laugh and a shake of her head.

With her stream started and her chat greeted, the donation limit raised to $100 (both because she didn't want to be flooded with questions on the date and because she didn't want people to donate their hard-earned money), Y/n logged onto Dream's SMP and found the voice call Dream was in, George's name right under his.

After she clicked it to join, a small gasp emitted from her headphones before she heard Dream mutter something. "Get out, get out, leave."

George's voice was normal. "But I wanna—"

"GEORGE!" Dream yelled, making Y/n giggle.

"Fine!" George yelled back. "Have fun you two," he sang like Karl did before a sound from Discord told them that he left.

It was silent for a second before, "Hi."

"Hi." She giggled. "What was that about?"

"Oh, nothing, nothing. Just some last minute, uh, setting up."

She hummed, amused at the sound of his frantic voice.

"So, um... are you ready for our date?"

"I don't even know where you are. I'm still in my house."

"Knock, knock," he said with a laugh. Y/n turned to see green peeking through the cutouts on her oak door and she laughed.

She ran to the door and opened it for him, revealing Dream in a slightly altered version of his Minecraft skin. He looked the same, except the white blob appeared to be wearing a necktie of some sort. "You look ridiculous," she admitted with a smile. "Wait, is this a fancy date? Should I change my skin?"

"It's not fancy, I just wanted to look my best for the prettiest girl in the world."

"Ohmygosh," she muttered to herself, hoping that writing off his charming words and actions as annoying would make her face not heat up as much. So far, it hadn't worked. Two minutes in and she was already blushing like a schoolgirl whose crush asked her to play tag at recess. "So, I'm not underdressed?"

"No, you're always perfect."

She didn't comment, opting for an eye-roll instead. Truthfully, she wanted to flirt back with him, try to make his heart beat fast like hers already was, but she was worried her words wouldn't come off joking and that the true intention would be obvious, that he'd be able to breeze right past the jovial tone and hear the sincerity in her words. Wait, true intention? What was her true intention? Her true intention should obviously be to just joke around and have some fun, but deep down she knew the motivation for teasing him came from somewhere different, somewhere more meaningful.

She wanted to tease him because she wanted to be the one to make him blush, to make him trip over his words and not know what to do with his hands.

Why? Well, she was still figuring that out.

"If you're ready, follow me, ma'am."

"Where are you taking me?" she asked as she followed his character down prime path.

"Hmmm..." he mused. "A secret, obviously."

"Obviously," she scoffed. She noticed that he was several blocks ahead of her and she smiled to herself. "Hey, Dream?"

"Hm?" he asked, spinning to face her as he ran backward.

"I don't know how many dates you've been on, but usually people walk together. You know, gives them an excuse to maybe hold hands or at least enjoy each other's company?" She made sure her voice had just the right balance of teasing and seriousness, curious as to how he would respond.

"I, uh... oh."

"Unless you want me to just meet you there. I mean, you're practically running away from me."

"I'm just excited!" he excused, stopping briefly so she could catch up with him.

"But look at how many beautiful things there around us to look at while we get to where we're going!" she told him. "Well, maybe not that," she said with a laugh as she punched her fist towards Tommy's dirt house. "But other things."

Dream laughed and continued to walk next to her like she requested, pausing if he ever got too far ahead. "How can I look at all those when the most beautiful thing is walking right next to me?"

She's never rolled her eyes so hard in her life. "Shut up," she mumbled as she punched him.

"OW! BUG!"

"That was supposed to be a pat on the arm but Minecraft only has one level of hitting and it's a punch. Sorry."

Dream wheezed briefly before containing his laughter. "This way," he instructed, getting off the path and starting into the woods.

"Oh, really you're trying to kill me. That's why you didn't want me to wear anything nice. Didn't want me to ruin any of my fancy stuff."

"Foiled my plans," he joked lightly. "Okay but really, um, I was thinking—well, so you already have a house but I was thinking we could build one together. Or build something, I don't know. But you're really good at building and I know you really enjoy it so I thought maybe you could show—like, teach me and then later I'll teach you something and then we can have a little picnic dinner."

Y/n smiled at her nervousness. "Hey, that actually sounds really fun!"

"What? What do you mean actually?" He laughed. "What, did you expect me to plan something boring?"

She laughed over his dramatic pouting. "No, but I mean, I didn't know what to expect," she said shyly. "I do have to say, though, I'm not sure what you plan on teaching me. I'm pretty much a master at all possible Minecraft skills, so..."

"Oh, really?" he taunted. "Everything?"

"Mhm," she hummed, her confidence wavering at his smooth voice.

"We'll see about that..."

"Unless you mean you're gonna teach me how to code Minecraft. That's a Minecraft skill I will admit I know nothing about."

"No, no, nothing like that," he said with a laugh.

"Good, save the programming talk for later."

"For laaater, hmmm?" he sang flirtatiously.

"Oh my gosh," she said through a laugh. "You would think that's what I meant."

"Hey, you're the one that said you think it's cute when I talk about coding. Maybe you're into that."

"I was saying it's sweet hearing you talk about stuff you like, you nerd. Why did you immediately think—what, is your idea of dirty talk talking about... like... computer viruses?"

"WhAT?"

"Hey girl, lemme clean out your motherboard," she mocked in a deep voice. "You overclock my processor. Lemme program your, uh—uh...hAHA, nevermind, ew, no."

"BUG?! WHAAAT? What is wrong with you?" His gasps for breath between wheezes made her laugh with him. "Don't ever talk like that again, pleASE."

"I won't, I won't, I'm sorry. Oh my gosh."

"Is that your idea of flirting? You are bad!"

"No, no, no!" She laughed. "I was making fun of you. No, I'm actually really good."

She couldn't stop giggling to herself for a few minutes, embarrassed but also proud of the reaction she got from Dream. She loved hearing him laugh as if he would never stop, it made her heart so happy to hear, especially when she was the one who caused it.

Though she feared her horrible pickup lines, if you could even call them that, were already clipped, ready to be used against her for the rest of her life. Worth it. Probably.

They approached a cleared-out area in the woods and Dream stopped and turned to Y/n. "So, we're here. What should we build?"

"Oh, so now I have to plan? Wow, you are so underprepared," she joked.

"What, no! I originally... I wanted to build a, like, a house together because I didn't— I forgot you made your—your house already and—but since you already have one—"

"We can still build a house," she interrupted with a soft voice. Him fumbling over his words was very endearing but also very confusing. How serious was he taking this bit? Or was he... actually nervous? She was actually nervous but she had reasons to be: a huge live audience to entertain and not ignore, and the weird staticky, itchy feeling in her tummy every time Dream spoke to her. Both valid reasons to be nervous. What was his excuse?

"Really? You wanna build a home together?"

Heat rose to her cheeks at his wording and she hummed. "Mhm. You can be my secret lover I hide in my vacation home. Like a second life kinda deal."

He scoffed. "Oh, now I'm just your side piece, Bug?"

"Nah, you're my main bitch, baby. I just wanna hide you away to keep you for myself because I'm selfish."

There was silence on his end for a few moments, making Y/n's face practically catch fire as she thought about her words. Why did she say that?? How can he flirt all the time but as soon as she says something: dead silence.

"Well.... shhhhhit," he finally mumbled definitively.

"You wanted me to flirt with you, Dream. You literally asked me too!" She laughed, trying to cover up her embarrassment. It had been less than 20 minutes and she already made a fool of herself.

"I did, I did, I just—wow. Come on, that was... I didn't expect you to go from never flirting to calling me baby!"

"Too much?" she bit her lip as she waited for him to explain if it was a good or bad thing.

He paused again. "....no."

She laughed loudly, pulling her hoodie collar up to her face in an attempt to rid herself of the giddiness and heat on her face. Like anyone could see anyway.

"So, a house?"

"A house."

"What kind of house do you think we should build together, Dream?"

"Maybe...." he thought as he ran around the area. "Maybe, like, a log cabin? Since we're in a forest. It's fitting..."

"Very true, very true..." she thought. "I was thinking a castle was more suited for you, king, but a cabin works too."

"Bug!" he yelled, laughter bubbling up in his voice. "What is wrong with you?"

"What?" she said defensively, giggling.

"You're a handful today," he groaned under his breath and she smiled. Though his words said one thing, Y/n could tell he was enjoying her energy.

"So, a dinky, old cabin, or what?"

"Whatever you want to build," he sighed.

"You always this agreeable?"

"Only to you."

"Well, I honestly don't have much practice with building cabins and since I want to show off my skills, I mean, that's the whole point of this, right? For me to impress you with my skills?"

Dream laughed so she continued.

"I think we should build a treehouse."

"A treehouse?"

"Mhm. What do you think? I make a pretty bomb treehouse."

"That sounds awesome!" he agreed. "Oh, and it could go from, like, one tree to another and, like, connect with a bridge! Like, the living room on one and the bedroom on another."

"Yeah, exactly! Okay, it's settled."

"What do we need? What do you want me to do?"

"I'm thinking.... we use cobblestone?"

Dead silent. Literally no noise until a few moments later, ".......Bug. This might be a deal-breaker."

"I'm joooking! You think I'd build something out of cobblestone? Who am I, Tommy? No, what's your favorite wood?"

"Dark oak."

"GOOD. Me too. So.... we need dark oak. Or, wait! Okay, hear me out."

"I'm hearing..." Dream prompted as he pressed A and D on his keyboard back and forth, earning a giggle from Y/n. He character was bouncing left and right is excitement.

"Dark oak planks..." she started.

"Mhm."

"Stone bricks..."

"Go on."

"And green wool for accents."

"Well, now you're just pandering."

"No!" she laughed. "Not, like, lime wool. Green wool. It's close to you but not as... obnoxiously blinding."

"I trust your vision. I'll go get materials."

"Perfect, you're the best, Dweam."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled before laughing. "You pick out a tree you think would be best for the main part."

40 minutes later, they were nowhere near being done. Y/n had shown him how to make a good house layout after he placed the floor in the shape of a square. She had yelled at him for it first, of course. They also had the frame of the walls and one bridge but nothing on the other side of said bridge. Not wanting the stream to last six hours since this was only the first part of the date, Y/n made a suggestion.

"What if...."

"What if what?" Dream asked, pausing to look at her character, who had stopped fixing his mistakes. "Did I mess something up?"

"No, I was just thinking. What if we make this the whole house and do a little garden on the other side of the bridge? Or like a little cute thing."

"A little cute thing?" Dream laughed.

"You know, like a thing," she said, knowing she hadn't clarified anything. "I forgot this is only date one, you can't read my mind yet."

"Oh, so there are gonna be future dates? I thought this was just to pay off your debt?"

She paused, playing with her hoodie strings between her left hand. "Well, I guess we'll see."

Dream laughed. "So, what little cute thing did you want to make?"

"We could put a bench facing the sunset and have some potted flowers and hang lanterns and stuff."

"Oh, like a romantic spot?"

"I guess if you wanna think of it like that."

"Sounds cute," he said. "So, we have to change the layout in here then?"

"Nah, I mean, we can just not add a kitchen, we obviously don't need one anyway."

"True. Then all we need is to put our bed down, right?"

"Beds," Y/n corrected.

"Well, when they're together it looks like one big bed."

"Who said we're putting out beds together?"

"Buuuuggg..." he whined. "Come on... lemme put my bed next to yours."

She giggled again. What was with all the giggling, sheesh. "No. There's plenty of space, put it somewhere else." She placed her white bed down in the corner and went across the bridge to bring her idea to life, or, to Minecraft.

It only took about ten minutes and she finished when Dream spoke again. "I think I'm done."

"I am too! Let's take one final look around." She went back inside and immediately noticed his bed right next to hers. She stared at his character and he laughed.

"Whaaat?" he asked shyly and she just sighed, letting it happen. They took a look around and agreed that it was basically the best treehouse in the entire universe, both in Minecraft and real life.

"Bug, you're so good at building," Dream complimented as he ran around the house. "What's your favorite part?"

"Ummm...." She looked around before deciding on the bridge. "I like how you made the bridge. And I like the little touches you added to it. It's nice."

"Thanks! I think the 'little cute thing' you did is the best part."

"Shut up, I can't stand you," she scoffed. "But thanks."

"Hey, Bug?" Dream asked, leading her back into the house. He faced the two beds placed together and she prepared herself for the worst joke of all time. "Is this where all the programming talk happens?"

"I knew it! I knew you were gonna say that! Shut up!" She punched Dream as he laughed loudly and she couldn't stop smiling. "You're such a nerd. You're so annoying."

"OH! I have an idea, wait here."

***

It had been a solid eight and a half minutes of Y/n waiting for Dream and he showed no signs of returning. He was silent too, so she resorted to saying random things to get him to crack.

"When will my husband return from war?" she joked, her voice laced with sadness and longing.

There was a small suppressed laugh from his mic, but still no words.

"Sometimes I think I can still hear him laughing at me."

He must have gotten reeeaaalll close to his mic, because his next words, the first ones he had spoken in almost ten minutes, were whispered but she felt like he was in her ear. "I'll be home soon, baby."

Once again, she was so glad her chat couldn't see her because she literally shivered and her face was so warm she felt like she was glowing.

For the first time all stream, her eyes betrayed her and she looked at her chat as she pulled her hoodie collar up to her face.

user18: BUGSY BEIN REEEAL QUIET

user4: i think i just passed out

user11: wHAT ON EARTH DREAM ADKXKH

user7: BUGSY ON GOD BE REAL WITH US WTF IS GOING ON RN

user2: hey bestie i cant do this rn

user9: they can't talk to each other like that and say they're just friends pleASE

Also for the first time all stream, someone dared to donate at her limit (which, again, was ONE HUNDRED DOLLARS).

karakatara donated $100 I had to donate bc I just HAD to tell you how cute you and dream are! honestly my favorite couple ever and I was just wondering how long you've been dating??? love you and your videos!!!!!

It was $100. She had to answer it. Meaning, she had to use words after Dream said that like that and she wasn't sure that was physically possible right now.

"Aren't you going to answer?" Dream taunted.

"Wha—what, are you—you stream watching, you weirdo?" she forced out. "Why?"

"I wanted to read your chat, they're really funny."

"I haven't been reading it."

"What, why? They've been so funny this whole time."

"I've been too scared to."

"Too scared? Of what?"

Of the jokes that she wanted to be real? Of seeing something so cute only to break her heart when she remembers it's all a joke? Of seeing someone hate her for being so close to Dream? Many things.

"Of seeing something... that boosts your ego."

"What? Oh, come on. Hey, answer the dono. Someone gave you their hard earned money for that."

"Yeah, wait, chat, I had the limit that high so you DON'T donate! Why on earth would you—"

"You're avoiding the question."

"We aren't actually dating! Not actually a couple!" she said with a laugh, though something in her heart was very much against laughing at that fact. "Obviously not."

"Well, it's only the first date, so, we'll see I guess, but..."

"I cannot stand you. Thank you so much for the dono, though, Karakatara. You're insane for... yeah. Thank you so much." She turned her attention back to Dream. "Actually though are you ever coming back?"

"Yeah, what, I'm almost there. I see the you staring out the window. ."

When he got inside, he dropped a blue cornflower for Y/n and stepped back. "Okay, now, give that to me."

She followed, not understanding. "For you, Dream." She dropped the flower.

"Aw, Bug! That's so kind! Aw! Thank you! Here's a flower for you, too!" He dropped her a red poppy and then put two item frames on the wall above their beds. He put the blue cornflower above his bed and she followed by putting the red one above hers. "Now that's my favorite part of the house."

"You didn't want to use the real ones? What, did you lose my flower or something?"

"Hell no!" he defended loudly. "No, I just don't want someone to steal that one. It's in my enderchest for safe-keeping."

He said it so casually like it was no big deal, but her heart soared. She too had his flower in her enderchest.

"This," she said dramatically with a sigh, "is now a treehome."

***

"I already told you I'm the best PVP player out there."

"Bug, honey, I've seen you play Bedwars. You're trash."

"Hey!" Hehe, honey. Shut up brain.

"But that's okay! I'm here to teach you."

Y/n's character stood across a makeshift battlefield from Dream's, an axe in hand and armor that was definitely donated by DreamXD on her body. "This is kinda sexist of you. Assuming I know how to name a cute house but not fight."

"Oh no, that's not—crap. Bug, I'm only basing this off of your streams, which I watch all the time—"

Once again, he said something so casual and yet it still made her heart skip three beats and once again, she grabbed the collar of her hoodie and pulled it up to hide her face. This thing had to be stretched by now from how often it was yanked on in this stream alone.

"—and don't get me wrong, you're great! But you're also good at a lot of stuff and—"

"Dream!" she giggled out. "I'm teasing. I admit you're much better than me."

"I wouldn't say much better but... it's the only thing I could possibly teach you anything about because you're just so good at Minecraft." His tone was sarcastic at this point but she knew he was meaning what he said.

"Whatever. Come on, Dream, show me how it's done."

He actually had a lot of very useful tips that Y/n otherwise would have never thought about. I guess when you tryhard Minecraft, she thought, you learn a thing or two about pvp. It was a complete joke, but she still kept it to herself.

"I could basically beat anyone now," she said confidently.

"Yeah, basically. Except maybe Technoblade."

"Nah, even him."

"Let's see how good you really are. To the death."

"What?" She laughed. "You're gonna try to kill me on our date?"

"Yeah, scared?" Seconds later, a creeper exploded near Dream and he screeched, jumping back. Y/n lost it. She laughed loudly, clutching her stomach.

"Dr-Dream!" She laughed. "What the hell was that?"

"It scared me!" he argued. "Here, I'll protect you," he offered, running past her and killing a skeleton that was shooting towards her.

"I don't need protecting, especially from you! Besides, if you're trying to kill me, you'd let the mobs get me."

"No," he decided. "No one's allowed to kill my Bug."

She was literally going to explode. "Wh—"

"Only I get to."

"Dream!" she scoffed, running to kill the skeleton first. She succeeded and he pouted.

"Hey—I did more damage than you, you just had the final hit."

"Really? Cause to me it looks like I'm your knight in shining armor."

"Nuh-uh," he spat.

"Dream. F5 right now, you're covered in arrows."

There was a pause. "Oh whatever." He hit her once and that's all it took for them to start fighting, throwing jokes and taunts at each other the whole time, eventually resulting in a satisfying win for her.

Dream was slain by Bugsy

"WHAT?! HOW?"

<Tubbo> i thogt you were on a date <Ranboo> well definitley not anymore <Ranboo> is that canon <JackManifoldTV> WOMEN

"What was that about you being better than me?" Y/n teased.

"Oh, come ON! I still had damage from the skeleton, and besides, I taught you everything you know!"

"That just makes you a very good teacher, Dream," she said sincerely and he paused, probably expecting her to insult him instead of compliment him.

"Yeah, suck up now that you've murdered me."

***

They were finally at their final stop, three hours into the stream. Not too bad on time, though this was probably the longest Minecraft date in the history of Minecraft dates. Also the best, but maybe Y/n was biased.

There was a huge tree, obviously built instead of naturally generated, with lanterns hanging down and lighting areas of the dark world around them. Under that was a checkered pattern of carpet, a single chest in the center with a potted plant sitting next to it.

"The carpet is supposed to look like a, uh, what's it called... picnic blanket?" Dream explained as they approached the scene, clearly not happy with how it turned out. "It looks weird. Nothing compared to the treehouse you built."

"We built," she corrected. "And this looks awesome, Dream," Y/n complimented. "It's is also my favorite colors."

"Yeah, I had some help from Karl on that one."

She leaned back in her chair in real life and pressed her hands to her face. Oh, it was so unfair how cute he was when he was shy like this. She glanced at chat, which only made her face go from the temperature of molten lava to basically the sun. She was going to explode.

She hummed, a little giggle coming out as well. "That's cute."

She sat (crouched) on the picnic blanket (piece of carpet) while Dream put a disc in the jukebox off to the side.

"Is that a Tommy disc?" she giggled and Dream laughed.

"No, no, no, don't worry. There shouldn't be any continuations of wars interrupting our date."

"Shouldn't be," she emphasized, noticing someone approaching them from the distance.

Dream was about to speak when Quackity reached them and quickly joined the voice channel.

"Oh no," Dream sighed. "We've come so far."

"AYYEEE WHAT'S GOING ON, MAN?!" Quackity yelled in his Mexican Dream voice, his voice bubbling with laughter. "IS THIS A DATE OR SOMETHING, MAN?"

"Quackity, go AWAY!" Dream ordered, punching the character who had stripped to his underwear. "YOU'RE INDECENT! THERE IS A LADY HERE!"

Y/n laughed, enjoying the scene of fancy Dream hitting naked Quackity away from their picnic dinner.

"I'm your waiter, I'm your waiter!" Quackity said in his normal voice, still laughing. "DREAM! WILL YOU STO— QUIT HITTING ME!"

This had turned chaotic very quickly.

"We don't need a waiter," Dream informed him.

"Then I'm the singing gram you ordered." He started singing a song and Dream groaned. "HEY THERE DELILAH WHAT'S IT LIKE IN NEW YORK CITY—"

"No! You're being a clout chaser, go away!"

"I'm honestly impressed we made it this far without anyone coming into the voice channel," Y/n admitted.

"I paid them," Dream joked.

"You did not!" Karl's voice suddenly came through and Y/n laughed. "We were all just being polite and staying away but we're getting bored! We've been so patient!"

"Yeah, hurry up! We wanna play!!!" Sapnap whined. "Dream, it's not fair for you to steal Bugsy from us for so long."

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaimed with a laugh as Dream laughed along.

"Just ten minutes! Ten more minutes!" Dream bargained but none of them would have it. "Just so I can say goodbye!"

"No!" George insisted. "Right now!"

"Look, wait, wait, hold on—"

"—hold ON!" Dream begged, watching as the three boys ran and joined Quackity by the picnic blanket.

Y/n could not stop laughing at all the avatars around them. The date had been so peaceful and cute but all good things must come to a chaotic end.

"Wait, come on, Karl, Karl, Karl," Dream said quickly. "Come here. Bug, just a sec, please. Stay right there."

"Okay," she agreed, curious to see his plan.

Karl followed him and of course Sapnap couldn't help but also join them.

"Okay," Dream whispered loudly, clearly wanting everyone to hear his offer. He crouched and the other two copied. "Just give me ten minutes—"

"Ten?" Sapnap asked loudly.

"Shhh!!! Yes, ten minutes, to say goodbye and, you know, end the date."

There was a long, thick pause. "What exactly are your intentions with Bugsy Games," Karl asked seriously, matching Dream's whisper.

"Well, I wanna make sure she gets home safe, you know, so I'm gonna drop her off and, I don't know, see if maybe.... maybe she'll give me a hug?"

Karl and Sapnap both gasped dramatically and Y/n giggled, sparing a glance at her chat who were all freaking out.

"What the hell?" Quackity said while laughing. He and George were still standing near Y/n so they were just watching the goons with her.

"Bugsy is not that kind of girl!" Sapnap protested. "You think she's just gonna give you a hug?"

"Sapnap! Do you not know how to whisper???"

George let a loud laugh slip before slapping his hand over his mouth, which his mic picked up.

"Okay, Dream, wait, so you're gonna try to... hug her?" Karl clarified. "She won't even let me hug her. Good luck."

"Well, I'm not going to force her into anything but, I don't know, she said something about holding my hand earlier so I just thought maybe there's a possibility—"

"WHAT?" Karl yelled before going back to the whisper. "Okay, okay, don't panic, but that's huge. Dadnap, a word?"

He and Sapnap broke off from Dream and formed their own huddle, except their whispers were incoherent mumblings that weren't even English.

"Oh my gosh," Y/n groaned loudly, an unmistakable laugh behind her words.

"Okay," Sapnap said, rejoining Dream. "We'll give you five minutes but if you take any longer, we're barging in and killing you."

"Yes, sir!" Dream said. "Thank you, sirs."

"Mhm. Okay, break!"

They all uncrouched in sync before Dream ran back to Y/n.

"How did it go?" she asked as if she didn't hear the entire conversation.

"Bad news," he started. "Your dad's want you home."

"Shame, I was quite enjoying my time."

Dream slowly turned towards the boys as if to glare at them for ending the date before turning back to her. "Then, maybe, I don't know, we could do this again sometime?"

"I.... think I'd like that," she said slowly, trying to tease him.

He giggled and told her he was going to drop her off at her house, even though when the date was over, they were all probably gonna mess around together anyway so there was no point in them leaving the group. But it was the thought that counted.

He ended up taking her back to the treehouse, which warmed her heart. She also noticed when they faced each other at front of the door, she could see the four other boys watching them.

"Goodnight, my sweet Bug," he said poshly.

"Goodnight, Dream." He turned away but she stopped him. "Wait!" She moved to his side and made a loud, MUAH, sound before stepping back in front of him. "A kiss on the cheek," she clarified, not wanting him to think she gave him a real kiss.

"Cute," he said under his breath, almost like he didn't mean to say it out loud. "Night night." He turned away and ran down to the others, screaming the whole way. "GUYS, DID YOU SEE THAT? BUG GAVE ME A KISS ON THE CHEEK!! OMG DID YOU SEE, DID YOU SEE?"

Chat was gonna have a field day with that. Actually, with a lot of things that had happened. Oh, she could see the clips and edits now.... oh boy.

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adoringhaikyuu · 3 years

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fighting with the boys

characters: hinata, kageyama, tanaka, tsukishima, yamaguchi

summary: how the boys would react during + after a fight with you

notes: you can request more characters if you’d like! this is my first hq writing :) tagging some blogs that inspired me to start: @kageyuji @seita @katsushimaa @sugawaraxo @shoyokuns @keishinslove @pokk1pok @oreosmama

hinata

i literally cannot even imagine why you would get into a fight with this pure boi

but he would 100% take the blame

it would most likely be a misunderstanding or you two are joking around and he takes it too far and he’s laughing until he notices that you’re unusually quiet

so he opens his eyes and looks at you, wide-eyed, analyzing you, getting more and more concerned

“what––what’s wrong?”

and you’d just give him the silent treatment and he’d only get more worried

“y/n?...”

and he just steps closer to you and tries to catch your eye but you look down, averting your gaze every time he almost catches you

and you can’t help but drag this out a little bit because it’s a little amusing (you’ll make it up to him afterwards)

but with the way he’s literally running around you as if he’s on the court, trying to get a good look at you and figure out what’s going on, you can’t stop yourself from laughing

and he realizes you’re just teasing him and just gasps before tackling you in a hug

he tucked his head into the crook of your shoulder and your neck, burying his cheeks into your soft skin. his arms were holding you tight, pressing you into him as he swayed you side to side. “don’t do that to me, y/n. you really had me scared!”

you laugh, your hands coming up to play with his hair the way he likes and he sighs. “i’m sorry baby you just looked really cute all worried like that. i couldn’t help but tease you.”

at that, he pulls away slightly to look at you, his eyes wide and innocent, and oh so cute. you see his eyes flicker from yours to your lips quickly. “okay then you’re forgiven.”

you smile and he reciprocates it, his eyes focused on your lips, almost like he’s in a trance. “can i have a kiss now? really wanna kiss you.”

and how can you say no to that?

kageyama

this absolute buffoon would most definitely say something he didn’t mean to you in the spur of the moment

he’s been overworking himself of course, focusing on volleyball a little too much and he doesn’t even realize how frustrated he is

but you’re talking to him and the more and more and you speak, the more concentrated he is on his moves, he’s literally playing things out in his head, not even listening to you

just as he figures something out, you get his attention again, only annoying him further

he snaps and says something rude and you stand there in disbelief for a moment before storming off

you know he didn’t mean it, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting

and this boy would freeze up and just watch you go

because he has no idea what to do

and part of him feels really bad but he knows that he just pissed you off so you probably want nothing to do with him

but after a while he goes after you

it didn’t take long for kageyama to find you. he knew you better than you knew yourself, after all. you were sitting under your favorite tree outside the gym, picking at the grass mindlessly. you noticed when he came and stood in front of you, but you didn’t dare to look up.

he sighed after a moment and sat down next you. he waits for a moment before handing you your favorite drink. his eyes were practically piercing your face as he analyzed you, trying to gage your response. you looked up at his hand after a few seconds, biting your lip before deciding to take the drink. it was your favorite after all.

he physically deflates for a second in relief once you take the drink from him but then sits up properly again, taking a sip from his milk as he gathers the courage to say something. he places the carton down next to him and scoots a little closer to you. “i––i’m sorry y/n. i––it was rude of me to act like that. i didn’t realize how frustrated i was and i just...i shouldn’t have spoken to you like that.”

you pause for a moment, swallowing before setting your drink aside and looking up at him hesitantly. his blue eyes are watching you like a hawk but you can tell that he’s genuinely sorry, not only because of his apology but because of the way he’s looking at you, like he’s afraid to do something wrong again.

you give him a small smile and reach for his hand which he eagerly gives to you, gaze still stuck on you. “you’re right, you shouldn’t have. but i forgive you tobio. but we need to make sure you’re taking care of yourself, okay? i don’t like seeing you so stressed.”

he just nods after every word, anxious to make things right, to not disappoint you. “of course. anything.”

you place a hand on his cheek and kiss him softly and you can tell as your lips connect and move in synchronization that you’re both so grateful for each other and glad that you’ve settled this fight.

tanaka

so tanaka absolutely adores you

like he’d do anything for you

but sometimes he just didn’t do his best at his games,

he felt like everything was going wrong and he couldn’t help but let the frustrations get to him

so instead of being his cuddly and affectionate self with you like he normally is after games, he’s agitated and visibly frustrated

you can practically see the tension around his body

this leads to him shouting unintentionally and the two of you getting into a very unnecessary fight

there’s a lot of random childish things being yelled between the two of you, your voices loud and overlapping until you both just pause and the silence is overwhelmingly loud

he’s basically panting, looking at you with a fierce look in his eyes

and soon you scoff in disbelief at the ridiculousness of the situation and turn around to try and leave, deciding you both need to cool off

and that’s when he snaps out of it

you really think he’s going to let you get away? absolutely not

he needs to make up for it immediately

you gasped as tanaka grabbed your arm and yanked you back to face him. before you could protest, he pulled you into his embrace, making you huff. yeah, he felt warm (and a little sweaty) but you were still upset.

your face was smushed into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, his limbs tightening like a vice. his cheek was pressed against your head, almost as if he were stuck to you.

“baby i’m so sorry!” ever so dramatic, he starts yelling as if he’s proclaiming his love to you. “i was just so frustrated but i never meant to take it out on you babygirl, i didn’t mean it! please forgive me!”

slowly, your arms go up and hold him back and you could feel and hear him release a breath of relief. “alright, you idiot. i forgive you.”

“thank you darling.” he mumbles against you, still not letting you go, even holding you tighter. “can we go cuddle now?”

tsukki

tsukishima can be very ruthless and very blunt

even with you, unfortunately

and while sometimes you love that about him, especially when he tells people off (it’s kinda hot, okay.)

sometimes you really hate it

he’d say something really out of pocket

but the thing is, he doesn’t even realize, he just thinks he’s being honest

(which doesn’t help his case, but––)

you’d just pause and look at him, letting out a small whisper of his name

and he’s not even looking at you, so he doesn’t realize you’re upset

he just shrugs, a smirk on his face

“what? it’s true.”

and when you don’t reply with a snarky comeback (like he loves), he looks up at you and his brows furrow when he notices your eyes watering

you just close your mouth and sit there, eyes focused on the floor in front of you as you cross your arms, too hurt to even move

and he pauses as well, in shock because it was absolutely not his intention to make you feel bad

but he soon clears his throat and apologizes

“i––i’m sorry y/n.” he’d step closer to you and when you don’t move away, he closes the distance, looking down at you in concern. “i didn’t mean to hurt you. i was just––joking around.”

you’d still be looking down, swallowing harshly when he places a gentle large hand on your cheek, wiping your tears and lifting your head up softly. “look at me please?”

you look up and bite your lip nervously, feeling exposed. he debates with himself for a bit and you can physically see him contemplating in his head. about what? you have no idea. but then it all clicks when he leans down and plants a lingering kiss on your forehead. you know he’s not an affectionate person easily, especially when there’s tension between the two of you so it brings a small smile to your face.

you look into his eyes and you can see the concern and the love for you in them. “i truly am sorry.”

you smile up at him before pulling him in for a hug. he wraps his arms around you immediately and all the tension leaves his body. “it’s okay tsukki.”

he holds you tight and leaves a kiss on your forehead again. “love you pretty girl.”

yamaguchi

so let’s say this were to happen while he was trying to learn how to perfect the jump float serve

he would be spending so much time focusing on perfecting his technique, that he lost track of time

which unfortunately meant that he forgot that he promised to have a movie night with you while your parents were out of town for the weekend

now when tadashi trains, he takes it very seriously, not stopping until his limbs hurt and until he’s too tired to move

which means that he also did not check his phone

so when he finally finished after hours of practice and checked his phone, seeing all the messages from you, his heart sank

his eyes widened and his breath hitched

he could feel the tears rising up, blurring his vision

he felt terrible

he knew he absolutely had to make it up to you

he stopped by the store and picked up all of your favorite snacks and then by your favorite takeout place and made his way over to your place

now you knew he most likely didn’t mean to skip your date, he would never do that to you, he was too sweet

but that didn’t mean that it didn’t hurt when he didn’t show up after hours of you waiting for him

so when you saw his frantic messages of him apologizing and explaining everything, you weren’t too surprised, but still a little sad

when he rang the doorbell about forty-five minutes later, you let him in and stepped aside, your eyes not looking up at him

he pouted but thanked you and stepped inside

it was then that you noticed the things in his hands

“princess i’m so sorry.” his voice was trembling and when you looked up, you could see the redness in his eyes, the flush in his cheeks. he was really worked up over this. “i lost track of time and i––i hadn’t checked my phone because i was practicing i didn’t mean to ditch you––”

you stepped closer to him and took the things out of his hands, placing them on the counter before putting your hands on his cheeks and looking into his eyes. his eyes were wide as he looked at you, an undeniably guilty look in them.

“it’s okay tadashi. i knew you didn’t mean to.” you gave him a kiss to stop his rambling and he sighed, almost as if he felt he didn’t deserve it, but you deepened it, pulling him closer. you pulled away and looked up at him pointedly. “i forgive you, okay?” you look over to the bags he brought. “plus how can i not when you spoil me like this?”

his cheeks get even more pink as he laughs nervously. “it’s only what you deserve.”

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airisu-desu · 2 years

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maybeee tokyo revengers(mikey, draken, izana, smiley and angry, chifuyu, baji(or ones u prefer) with a Komi!reader?

★- airisu : Hi anon ~ヾ(・ω・) . I tried writing your request I hope that's what you wanted , enjoy reading ( btw this my first request (//ω//) ). Requests are open .

★- pairing : Mikey , Draken , Izana , Smiley , Baji , Chifuyu .

★- genre : fluff.

✧◝◜Tokyo Revengers boys with Komi!reader ◝◜✧

✧◝◜Mikey :

He's like the total opposite of you , he's an extrovert and an extremely bubbly character so you'd be confused and find it difficult to communicate with him at first , but after you explain your issue , he actually isn't annoyed by the fact that you can't communicate normally he'd respect it :" it's okay y/n , no need to rush . If you feel confused just stop me " he would say smiling warmingly at you .

He will match up with your pace .

He find the way you communicate through notes very interesting and would try it too :" hey I've got an idea , draw something and I'll guess what you wanna say " and he turns it into a game , he really enjoys his time with you

✧◝◜ Draken

Draken would be your best partner in that case . He's patient he tolerated all Mikey's selfishness and stupidity , so you would be an easy task for him .

He will take you out on dates ( esp arcade dates ) , so you could break outa your shell . If you get too uncomfortable he will drag you to somewhere more private and spend time enjoying eachother's presence .

He always look you in the eyes when he's talking to you reassuring you , he's a good listener and will you wait for you .

Long story short , he'd be the perfect boyfriend for you <3

✧◝◜Izana

He showers you with compliments :" you look beautiful today " :" you're my everything " which makes you more confident and comfortable . You can be yourself around him he'll always admire you ,

He always give you time , you never feel forced to do something with him .

He can be clingy sometimes , but he'll stop if you felt uncomfortable with it

Izana will protect you at all costs and will always encourage you .

✧◝◜Smiley

It's kinda akward relationship but he still loves you even he himself doesn't know why , he doesn't know how to deal with it really but he's doing his best he tries avoiding any harsh words Infront of you , but he still teases you from time to time tho- , he will prank you and see your confused face change it really amuse him seeing you making different facial expressions .

He hates it when guys state at you when you with him , he won't react Infront of you but will def beat them up later .

✧◝◜Baji

He's inpatient so sometimes he gets mad when you don't tell him what you exactly want or maybe yell unwillingly but he would apologize for it

" Y/n , I- I am sorry for yelling at you earlier . I know it's not your fault " he says pulling you into a hug

Baji ain't good with his words too , so he mostly would use body language and actions to express his love for you , he make you feel that no matter what he's always there for you . Sometimes he uses notes/writing to exchange thoughts with you , you end up laughing at how how terrible his spelling is .

He will get used to your nature by time .

✧◝◜Chifuyu

He stares at you all the time like ALL THE TIME , appreciating your existence and smiling to himself , he loves seeing your blushing face , when you catch him he says :" I love looking at you " . He's always there for you , listening to you carefully and helps you breaking things down .

He uses his experience from all the mangas he read to find ways he could communicate with you .

He always has a notebook and a pen with him , incase you forgot yours he's always there .

Your dates would be spending time together reading manga or he teaches you how to play games with him .

However this cute boy is doing all he can to make you happy ~

Tags : @tomansimp

★- Airisu : copyright ©2022, airisu-desu all rights reserved ( written originally by me , do not edit or repost my work on other platforms like Wattpad , Quotev .. Likes and reblogs are appreciated ) thanks for reading .

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paralleledmediaexperience · 3 years

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right before my birthday back in May someone made a post about Jack needing more love and hugs, and I had this idea in the tags and then went and wrote about a thousand words of this and then. forgot it existed!! anyway I’ve mostly polished it up now. enjoy Jack telling one of his dads he loves him and then not only being hugged but also hearing it back!! it’s what our boy deserves!!!!!

Now with part two!!!!!

Jack hadn’t meant to fix everything, in his defense. Yes, they’d defeated god with his powers, which had unintentionally released Amara, who had agreed to take her brother’s powers from Jack and then let the world mostly be as long as she got the chance to see him every once in a while. She’d returned the universe to normal, with a few additions for their happiness, as Amara had said. Dean had choked out Cas’ name, and Amara had frowned before replying that it might take a bit more time.

They had gone back to the bunker and then the bunker had been thoroughly overrun the whole next week by- it seemed- everyone the Winchesters knew, including a few faces who were apparently as back from the dead by Amara’s hand as Mary was last time she owed a Winchester a favor. Through it all- old friends and odd allies and more- Jack knows Dean isn’t doing well. Isn’t sleeping well. There’s only been one night- well, Jack hadn’t seen Dean drinking but he’d heard Sam’s arguing and Dean’s short, choppy answers, and it was familiar enough.

He’d googled “what to do when my dad misses someone and we can’t talk to them yet,” and wikihow had good suggestions- he’d read through the sections for both short-term separations, and managing the death of a loved one. He hadn’t really been able to figure out which would be more helpful. It had turned out to be the death of a loved one, which… shouldn’t be surprising, no matter that Cas would be back. Soon.

He couldn’t make Dean do any of the things on the list, but it had suggested that the person would like to feel loved during their time of grieving.

And when he’d searched “how to make someone feel loved,” the first article had said the easiest way was simply to tell them. So when Dean hands him a plate of pancakes with the bacon cooked just how Jack likes it, Jack thinks it’s such a small thing to make his heart feel so big and warm. And he smiles and says, “Thanks Dean. I love you.”

Unfortunately, Jack hasn’t actually grabbed the plate when he says this, and Dean’s hands drop it. The sound of the plate shattering on the tile is only half as upsetting as the wounded look in Dean’s eyes as he looks back at Jack. And Jack isn’t sure why it went so wrong but he looks away immediately, the shame of causing that hurt somehow and the slow horror of realizing he’d ruined the breakfast that Dean had made him turning his stomach into knots. He steps back almost unconsciously before remembering the plate had just broken, and in just his socks, a piece of ceramic jabs into his heel and slices him open, and he actually can’t help the small cry of surprise and pain that slips out.

“Jeez, kid,” Dean breathes out, and Jack gets pushed into the nearest chair. “Get that out of your foot while I clean this up.”

The warm feeling in his chest was gone, pressed into something cold and tight in Jack’s throat. He’d just- the article had said it makes people happy to hear they are loved in times of grief.

He watches, silent as Dean turns off the stove and sweeps up the wasted food and plate pieces, soundly dumping it in the trash before digging under the sink for a second and coming out with a clean dishrag and a box of bandaids. It’s only when he sees Dean stop and take a quiet, private shuddering breath to forcibly relax his tensed shoulders that he lowers his gaze again. He picks the sharp sliver of plate out of his skin through the sock before peeling it off to examine the cut it left. Very shallow, but it still stretches two inches along on the inside of his heel, the blood sluggishly dripping out.

It’s not bad, but very inconvenient, so he almost heals it before remembering that Amara had said not to use his powers after she took Chuck’s powers. Not until she returned and okayed it, at least. He sighs, pinching it together with his fingers, half heartedly wishing it had been more awkward and antagonistic between his aunt and his dads, so he could have maybe convinced Dean that they shouldn’t listen to what Amara told him to do. It probably wouldn’t have worked anyway.

He hears Dean turn the water on to damp the cloth, but he can’t make himself look back up again. His gaze goes back down to the floor as Dean starts to turn back toward him, focusing on the small smear of red on the floor, where Dean had dragged the broom through the spots of blood he’d left.

He raises his hands as Dean approaches, ready to be handed the stuff to bandage himself up, but Dean just beats them away as he sits down next to Jack, hunching in as he grabs the injured foot. Jack still feels unbearably small in the silence between them, both him and Dean leaning in and feeling small and unwilling to speak as he wipes away the blood and then dries the skin around it. Jack grabs two of the bandaids and opens them, and Dean wraps them around the cut before patting it and drawing away, and Jack doesn’t know what else to do.

“Sorry,” He says softly, because he isn’t sure what he did wrong but it hurt Dean. And he wasn’t even angry, Jack could tell, cause his shoulders hadn’t tensed the way they did when Dean was trying not to lash out- they’d tensed the way they did when Dean was trying not to fall apart. Jack’s felt like he had to know the difference for a while now.

“Jack,” Dean says, and it’s so sharp that Jack jerks up to look at him. Had he read that wrong? Was Dean angry? But when he meets Dean’s eyes it’s still that hurting, the one that Jack could remember all the way from back when he was a newborn, or something close to it. “No, you don’t-” Dean lifted a hand to his face and dragged it down with a rough breath, and Jack wasn’t expecting him to look back at him but he did, eyes burning into Jack’s. “You don’t have to be sorry. That was on me- I dropped the plate.”

Jack tries not to squirm, because it’s not about the plate, is it? The food had been thrown away and the plate had hurt him, but he’d said he loved Dean and that had made him drop it. “I’m sorry that I-”

“Jack,” Dean cuts across again, and this time his brows are drawing together the way they do when he’s angry. But he looks away from Jack again, and he can tell somehow that it’s not anger at him. Dean doesn’t even want Jack to be looking at this anger. “You say whatever you want, okay? I’m not upset that you said it.”

It isn't that he thinks Dean doesn’t mean the words, but Jack’s also not sure Dean believes them either. “I am, though,” he says, petulant, crossing his arms and letting his foot fall back down to the ground, ignoring the bite of pain from treating the cut so roughly. “If it hurt you, I shouldn’t have-”

Dean cuts him off again. “No. Jack, that’s-” He struggles for a second, but Jack just wants to understand. Unbidden, he holds his breath and Dean draws his in, trying to find the words.

“You get to love me if you want to,” Dean grinds out, and Jack realizes there are tears gathering along his lower lashes. “And you get to tell me if you want to. This hurt ain’t about you.”

That does clear it up, somehow, and Jack nods and looks back down at his hands, realizing there’s still blood on his fingers, too. Dean turns away enough that they can almost pretend he’s not rubbing the tears out of his eyes. “I won’t say it if you don’t want me to either, though,” he says, and he grabs the cloth from the table where Dean had left it, finding a clean spot on the damp corner and using it.

“That ain’t how it works, kid.” He doesn’t elaborate. He just grabs the box of bandaids and closes it before gathering up the paper wrapping. It gets thrown out, and the box stowed back under the sink, and then Jack is just staring at Dean.

“How does it work?”

They both stop. Jack didn’t expect to actually let the question out, but it’s off of his lips before he can seal them.

Dean is frozen, staring at him.

“Not like that,” Dean says eventually, weariness dripping from each word. “Jack, do you… do you want us to say…”

He doesn’t say it, the kitchen fan blowing white noise into the quiet air between them. Jack knows that he could ask and Dean would say it right now. Dean always gives the people he loves what they want, what they need, and this would just be the next thing he could offer. Something he could give.

“I don’t need you to.” Jack says, honestly. “I know. I just wanted you to hear it, because I don’t think I’ve ever gotten to say it to you.”

Dean squints at him. “You... “ His eyes are wet again. Without warning, Dean grabs him and pulls him up, into a hug, and Jack grabs back as tight as he can, feeling lost. But it’s good, it’s good just like every time Dean hugs him. He squeezes his eyes shut tight as if he can’t feel the tears welling up in his own eyes, hot and stinging. “I love you too, Jack. I don’t get- you and-” Dean sputters off, still holding him. “If you want to hear it, you let me know. I’ll get better at it.”

“Maybe every once in a while,” Jack says, trying not to let his voice sound like he’s crying. It does anyway.

“Alright then,” Dean says, and he squeezes him one more time before letting go, turning away abruptly and bustling back to the stove. Jack wipes his eyes on his sleeve, his whole chest feeling empty and full all at once. The rag had fallen out of his hands sometime in their conversation, and he leans down to grab it, pausing to wipe up the blood on the floor. Dean comes back a minute later and pulls it out of his hand before passing him another plate. “Here, since the last one humpty-dumpty’d.”

They don’t continue the conversation. Jack eats his breakfast as Dean fixes himself another cup of coffee, and they sit quietly, waiting for Cas to come home.

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