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Regarding your tag "#i need a newer more ridiculous tag for these stupids." regarding the sheer number of ship names for Angor and Dictatious, how about we get Dictatious' middle name involved? Angor Maximus!
angor maximus
i love it
and it also works because they have a feccing mAXIMAL AMOUNT OF DANG SHIP NAMES
#trollhunters#angor rot#dictatious#text post#goldie post#seriously like#let me just list them all ok#so we got:#dicrot#rottatious#angtious#angry dicks#angoratious#and now angor maximus#that makes six#feccing SIX!#these absolute idiots and their ridiculous names#magic-and-moonlit-wings#i will forever be salty that dicrot became the one out of these to catch on the most lmfao#best ship with the worst dang ship name i SWEAR
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Part Seventeen. The Bugity Stream
warnings: swearing, dream is jealous, kinda angsty word count: 4k (not including pictures)
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a/n: heheheeee bugity stream!! barely any dreamsy interaction and we don’t read the actual bugity fanfics, but lots of pouty dream :/ and we’re seeing stuff from a new person’s POV (also, elmo and i 389757% have come up with lore for the foxtrot fic that they mention in this chapter..... side fic??) everyone say THANK YOU HARVEY FOR BEING AN AMAZING BETA (@hungoverhellhound) ur the best :) also also, 🦀 anon suggested using discord people’s names for twitch chat so i did!! (i asked beforehand and everyone who wanted to be included was) it was fun adding that little bit so hehe hope mushroom field likes their comments
ANYWAY, ENJOY THIS PART!!!!!!!!! and as always, thanks for all the positive comments and stuff yall really make me cry /pos
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George’s POV
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George left the messaging app when he received a spam of notifications from Dream on Discord telling him to call him as soon as possible. He knew it wasn’t an actual emergency, which is the only reason he took his sweet time rising from his bed and meandering over to his desk. George fell on his chair with a huff, taking a deep breath before pulling himself closer to his desk and opening Discord. He picked up his headphones and slid them on, preparing himself for the loud voice his best friend was about to use. After pressing a few familiar buttons, he could hear his best friend's frantic cry for help through his headphones.
“GEORGE.”
He tried his hardest not to roll his eyes. “Dream.”
“I'm-I’m going to literally—GEORGE. What am I supposed to do?”
“About what?”
“You know what!” Dream huffed, exasperated. “The stream!”
“You don’t even know what it is, why are you being so weird about it?”
“I’m not being weird,” he defended.
“Yes, you are,” George countered. “You’re, like, panicking, I dunno.”
“Because it’s Quackity! He’s probably gonna make, like, a proposal video or some shit to show her and then everyone is going to ship them and she’s going to forget about me and—”
“This wouldn’t be a problem if you tell her you like her.”
Dream scoffed. “Oh, so they can make fun of me for it? No, thanks.”
“She wouldn’t make fun of you for liking her,” George reasoned. Definitely not. “Why would Bugsy make fun of you for that? Or for anything in general?”
“Okay, maybe not, but she’d definitely be weirded out or not believe me. I can’t tell her yet. It… it has to be the right time.”
George thought it was rather cute that Dream cared so much about his confession being perfect, whereas Quackity was doing everything he could to make Dream just say it. Dream had been stressing over how to tell her he liked her for a few weeks, constantly running ideas by George before telling him to forget it and coming up with new plans. He could see how important it was to Dream that he did it right. They just needed to figure out what “right” was.
“Fine, but I’m just saying if you told her already, you wouldn’t have to be so worried about this.”
“Should I be? You make it sound like me panicking is justified! WHAT ARE THEY DOING?”
“Stop being so dramatic!” George laughed. “She isn’t going to forget about you and if he proposes to her, we can just ask to join the call and we’ll all yell at Quackity for you, okay?”
“No, I wanna yell at Quackity.”
“Well, he said he’s not going to let you in the call so…”
“He did? When did he say that? Wait, why won’t he let me in?? What are they doing??”
George laughed at the franticness in Dream’s voice. “I’m not allowed to say.”
“George!”
“I can’t!” he said as he threw his hands into the air. “I literally can’t!”
“Oh come on, you’ve never kept a secret in your life but now you decide to?”
George shook his head. If only Dream knew how many secrets he was actually keeping, it would be obvious just how good George was at not spilling things.
“George, just tell me what they’re doing,” Dream begged, his voice now somber and genuinely worried instead of frantic. “Please.”
“I can’t, Dream. I’m sorry. But really, it’s going to be okay.” Hating the seriousness of the conversation and the oddly soft tone of his voice, George changed the subject. “Oh, look at that, Karl wants to join the call. I’ll add him,” he said quickly, knowing Dream wasn’t going to say anything about how much he liked Bugsy around her best friend. In Dream’s eyes, Karl was unaware of his feelings for Bugsy, and George assumed he wanted to keep it that way.
“Wait, George before you—” Dream started softly but was cut off by the sound of someone joining the call.
“Hey, Karl!” George greeted obliviously.
“Hi! Neither of you are streaming or recording or anything, right?” Karl asked.
“No,” Dream answered bluntly.
“We’re just waiting for Quackity to start his stream and we’re gonna watch together.”
“Oh, yeah!” Karl cackled. “You really wanna see it, Dream? Even though Quackity will probably hit on Bugsy?”
“Yeah, why should I care?” he faked disinterest, even though everyone in the call knew he would definitely care if that happened. “It probably will be funny, to be fair. And since Bug will be too busy to talk to me, I guess I can still, you know, hear her voice…” he trailed off to an almost inaudible volume and George smiled, deciding not to tease the younger boy for the sweet sentiment.
“I'll watch it with you,” Karl said. “We can all make fun of them together.”
George noted the long pause of silence before Dream softly asked, “Do you know what they’re doing, Karl?”
“Yup!”
“W-what is it?”
“Mmm, can’t say! Sorry!” Karl chirped in fake obliviousness. “Why do you want to know?”
George rolled his eyes; he knew what Karl was doing, pretending like he didn’t already know Dream would be jealous in hopes that Dream would spill to him. It’s like he and Quackity enjoyed causing Dream pain, pushing him to the edge in situations where he couldn’t vent his feelings, forcing him to keep it inside and build it up in an overwhelming pile of emotions.
“Just… curious,” Dream lied.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see,” Karl said nonchalantly. “I’m gonna be honest though, George, can I just say, I’m a little annoyed with them.”
George laughed. “Really, why?”
Karl hummed, choosing his words carefully. “It might mess things up,” he said softly.
“Yeah, I’m starting to see what you mean by that,” George admitted vaguely. In the few minutes he had been talking to Dream, he could already tell it wasn’t going to go over well with the blond boy.
“Can you guys just… tell me what they’re doing?” Dream tried again, the desperation spilling out of him. “Why is it a big deal? What would it mess up?”
Karl giggled again. “Bugsy and Quackity like keeping their fans on their toes, you know? As Bugsy’s number one fan it would be the worst to tell you.”
“Well, I’m also Quackity’s number one anti right now so it cancels out,” Dream reasoned. “So you can tell me.”
“Aw, he admitted he’s her number one fan!” Karl teased.
Dream groaned when he realized he wouldn’t get anywhere by repeatedly asking the same question. In other words, he gave up. “When are they supposed to start?”
“Um, soon I think?” George answered vaguely as he opened Twitch on his other monitor. “He’s not live yet but he Tweeted earlier that it would be around now.”
There were a few moments of silence before Karl spoke up. “So, how have you guys been today?”
“Mm, pretty good,” George admitted, scrolling through Twitter on his phone and pretending to not hear Dream’s pitiful sighs. “Kinda slow, but not bad. What about you?”
“Good, actually. Bugsy, Naomi, and I went out for lunch earlier which was fun. Speaking of…” Karl giggled. “Naomi? And you? What’s up?”
George felt himself turn red at the mention of their relationship, whatever it was. “Why don’t you ask her?”
“I have,” he admitted happily. “I just want to make sure your stories line up.”
“Karl! No, that’s-that’s… I’m not telling you anything now.”
“George doesn’t talk about feelings, Karl. He’s not going to tell you. I know his side of the story though,” Dream said. “He’s told me.”
“What did he say?”
“I could tell you,” Dream bargained, attempting to get the information he wanted in any way possible, “if you tell me what Quackity and Bug are streaming.”
Karl cackled. “Woah, woah, woah, Dream. I don’t need to know that bad. Dang, you’re really impatient!”
“Yes, okay!” Dream snapped, annoyance in his voice. “Sue me for wanting to know what super top-secret thing that the girl I really like and the boy who constantly publicly flirts with her are doing! Because it’s obviously not just a cooking stream or roblox or else you guys wouldn’t act like the FBI put you in charge of keeping it from me. And don’t give me that garbage and ask why I assume it’s something flirty just because it’s being kept from me. I know that all of you are aware of how much I like her so Quackity is definitely doing it on purpose. Literally everyone except maybe Y/n knows I like her, I know that. So yes I want to know and yes I’m worried about what the fucking stream is.”
George and Karl were silent for a few moments, processing his rant. Maybe Karl was right, maybe it was stupid of Y/n to try to make him jealous this way. Sure, jealous Dream was entertaining, but when was it too far? Would Dream think them reading fanfiction together was funny at all or just purely exasperating? George started to think the latter was more likely.
“Shit,” Karl mumbled. “Dream—”
“Dream, I promise there’s nothing to actually be worried about,” George tried reassuring.
“Yeah, you’ll probably get jealous and it’s very understandable if you do but… Quackity’s just messing around,” Karl added.
Dream took a deep breath and almost on cue, George got a notification from Twitter that Quackity had tweeted.
“He’s live,” Karl announced softly and they waited to hear Dream’s reaction once he saw the title.
It came softly, a voice of disbelief ringing through George’s headphones. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
“Hey, you’re already trending for your joke, that should make you happy,” Karl offered and Dream knocked something over on his desk.
“Shit,” he mumbled through the mic. “Shit, shit, shit. I spilled my—shit.” A few seconds passed and George took the silence to share his screen with the others so they could watch the video together. “No, Karl, that doesn’t make me feel better. It’s not really a joke. I mean, I’ll play it off as one but… wait, don’t share your screen,” he told George. “I don’t want to watch this shit.”
“You said you did.”
“That was when I didn’t know what it was,” he replied as if it was obvious. “I don’t want to watch them read fanfiction together.”
“He doesn’t actually like her,” Karl reminded gently.
“I don’t care, it’s still embarrassing for me! It’s just a fat reminder that she doesn’t like me back and that she’s not my girlfriend.”
George wanted to slam his head against a wall. He opted for his desk instead, his forehead coming in contact with the wood with a loud THUD. It was so hard to keep his mouth shut and not just tell him about Y/n’s feelings.
“It’s, like, Quackity is rubbing it in my face that she doesn’t like me. What an asshole.”
“That’s not what he’s trying to do,” Karl said. His voice sounded as in pain as George felt. Which one of them was going to break first and tell Dream?
He didn’t know how to use words that weren’t ‘Bugsy likes you, dipshit’, so he tried something else. “It might still be funny—”
Dream wasn't laughing. Nothing about this was funny to him. “George.” Frustration was evident in his sharp tone.
“I don't get what the big deal is—”
“They're-they’re reading fanfiction! It's just gonna be a bunch of, like, romantic stories about them and, what, I'm supposed to just watch?”
“You don't have to watch it if you don't want to. I'm sure Quackity won't mind losing one viewer—”
“George, I'm being serious.”
“Calm down,” he said gently. “It's just Quackity. We told you already, he doesn't like Bugsy like that.”
“Doesn’t mean I’m okay with this,” Dream mumbled.
George took a deep breath. He did understand how Dream was in an uncomfortable situation, and even if it wasn't a big deal to him, it was to Dream.
“Hey, Dream?” Karl started gently.
“What?” he spat. He sounded like he was seconds away from disconnecting and hiding in his bed or punching a wall or doing whatever it is Dream does when he’s upset.
Karl hesitated for way too long before saying, “We can do something else if you still want to hang out with us. I don’t want to force you to watch it if it really will upset you.”
Dream breathed deeply. “I’m being dramatic,” he admitted softly, reminding George of a little kid getting reprimanded by an adult. “We can… watch it, I guess.”
“You’re not being dramatic if that’s how you feel,” Karl reassured. When did he become a therapist? George sat back as he listened to them, biting his lips in order to not spill Y/n’s secret. “If it really does make you upset, then that’s that. You’re allowed to be jealous, I mean, I understand why you are. That was literally Quackity’s plan, we expected you to be.”
“I’m not allowed to be jealous, though,” Dream countered lightly. “She’s-she’s not my girlfriend. She’s allowed to do what she wants. I have no right feeling like… like…” he trailed off and sighed.
George raised his head to look at Dream’s Discord icon empathetically.
“I didn’t know you liked her this much,” Karl admitted. “I just thought… well, I don’t know what I thought.”
George agreed. They knew Dream was whipped for Bugsy and that watching a stream of Quackity and her read fanfiction together would piss him off a little, but this was different. He sounded utterly heartbroken.
“I really do,” Dream mumbled, his voice muffled by what George assumed was his hands on his face.
Internally screaming at himself to tell his best friend something that was guaranteed to make him feel better, George wrung his hands together. He looked at his second monitor, which still showed Quackity’s starting soon screen. “Dream?”
“What?”
“Tell her.”
“I can’t, it has to b—”
“It has to be perfect, I know,” George interrupted impatiently but gently. “Tell her soon.”
Dream’s next words came in a soft, embarrassed tone, no longer defensive and combative but rather nervous and contemplative. “What if she doesn’t believe me? Or she thinks I like her for the wrong reasons?”
“Do you mean because you haven’t seen her?” Karl asked sincerely. “Because of that idea her ex got stuck in her head?”
As if suddenly realizing he was in the presence of the person who knew Bugsy better than anyone, Dream’s voice perked up. “Karl,” he paused. “Can you promise me that you won’t tell her anything I tell you?”
“Yes,” Karl replied quickly. “I promise. I want to help you and if that means not telling her, I will.”
“You heard on Quackity’s stream that she and I were FaceTiming? Like, that I’ve seen her?”
“Yeah,” George and Karl replied together.
“I’m still bitter that I found that out from watching a stream instead of from my best friend,” Karl muttered, “but continue.”
George laughed through his nose at Karl’s comment before Dream explained his concern. “Since I didn’t tell Bug that I like her before I saw her, I’m worried she’ll think I only like her now because I know what she looks like. See my problem? If I told her before, she wouldn’t believe me but if I tell her now she might think it’s because of her looks.”
“Oh,” Karl said, his voice muffled behind his hand. “I see what you’re saying. Hm, that’s… I think... I could be wrong, but I’ve talked to Naomi and we both think she’s, like, realizing you don’t need to see someone to like them.”
“How do you figure?”
Karl hesitated. “Not important. But, I think it would be fine if you told her. I think you’ve proven that you like her for more than her looks and she’s blind if she couldn’t tell you liked her before.”
George nodded to himself. “Yeah, Naomi has mentioned that to me too. I think you guys are right. And yeah, Dream, you’ve clearly liked her before so she would understand.”
“What if it makes things weird between us?” Dream asked. “You know, telling her.”
“Trust us, it won’t make things weird.”
“How should I—”
Dream was interrupted abruptly by Quackity unmuting his stream and yelling, “CHAT! HOW ARE WE TODAY?” and laughing loudly.
George flinched at the sudden change in mood. Just as he and Karl were calming Dream down, Quackity went and made the air tense again. George could feel Dream’s anxiety slowly growing.
“Again, we don’t have to watch,” Karl offered but Dream made a noise in protest.
“Let’s watch.”
The atmosphere was tense to say the least, occasional comments trying to lighten the mood about Quackity or Bugsy being funny or stupid, but overall the voice call was quiet. George had no idea what to say to Dream and he could tell Karl didn’t either. Having the chat open wasn’t helping either.
user43: GEORGE IS HERE HE’S GONNA SNITCH TO DREAM libbbyyyyyyyyy: george george george he’s watching venus: bugsy simps getting FED today user13: wattpad writers watch out ItsRainingPastels: this is so funny!! Bugity interactions are amazing Chrimsss: foxtrot???? user71: READ. FOXTROT. cantaloupe: ajsdkfhj please the look on his face when bugsy said “that could be us” user92: FOXTROT NEXT FOXTROT NEXT user48: i'm surprised dream hasn't barged into chat or their call to yell at quackity yet noraimp: i’ve been saying bugity supremacy all along and no one believed me until now hungoverhellhound: stop saying foxtrot i WILL CRY user11: SUCK IT DREAM, BUGSY AND QUACKITY ARE BETTER FOR EACH OTHER bexwastaken: i miss dream :(
George took the liberty of closing the chat so Dream didn’t have to see it.
“Thanks,” he mumbled softly. Apparently that was a good choice on George’s part.
“Chat just gets in the way,” he excused, trying to place the decision on his own reasons rather than embarrass Dream by acknowledging that he knew seeing all the comments was bothering the younger
“This story is actually kinda funny,” Dream admitted. “Well, it’s super cringey but… it’s funny that Bug thinks it’s funny.”
Karl made a small whine in adoration. “That’s so cute.”
“Shut up,” Dream mumbled. “Or I won’t tell you anything ever again.”
“Were you going to?”
“Yeah, maybe, I guess,” Dream said. “If that’s okay with you. You know her better than anyone and… I obviously need advice or nothing is going to happen.”
“Dream,” Karl started formally, “I’d be honored to give you the best Bugsy advice I can offer. And to hear you say cute things like that about her because it’s adorable. I’m sure ranting about how cute she is to George is like talking to a brick wall.”
Dream hummed, a small laugh escaping him. “Yeah, that’s pretty accurate, actually. He’s not very responsive. He doesn’t get it.”
“I’m sure she’s pretty and all, I’m just not good at talking about people’s feelings,” George defended.
George tuned back into the stream as Quackity and Bugsy laughed loudly. “Oh my gosh, holy shit that was wild,” Quackity exclaimed.
“Yeah, what the heck? That was so funny,” Bugsy admitted, still laughing lightly.
“Okay, okay, one down. Guys, stop spamming Foxtrot in my chat, what is that? Is that a fic? I said I already picked everything out, don’t suggest things.” Quackity looked at his phone and laughed. “Wait, I did pick that one out, actually.”
George assumed the chat was going wild and his curiosity got the best of him so he opened it.
user66: READ CHAPTER 10 hungoverhellhound: NOOO NO DON’T READ IT PLEASE I CAN’T HANDLE THIS TODAY venus: this isn’t going to go well libbbyyyyyyyyy: laksjdhjkh try not to fall in love with each other after this one ItsRainingPastels: ive heard things about this fic… everyone cries cantaloupe: YES YES noraimp: are they reading foxtr…. oh no user52: SKIP TO CHAP 10 bexwastaken: dream come get your girl smh Chrimsss: we’re about to watch bugity become real because of this fic user10: it starts slow, do chap 10 or 16!!!! user88: quack isnt in it until later lol
“They said it starts really slow though? I’m not in it until chapter 3?” Quackity scoffed. “Fine, we’ll skip ahead.”
“People are saying ‘Chapter 10’ so that one must be good?” Bugsy suggested and Quackity complied.
George closed the chat again when he registered Dream’s silence and apologized under his breath.
“Try not to fall in love because of this fic?” Quackity read. “Can’t happen because we already are in love, chat.”
Dream scoffed, mirroring Bugsy’s reaction. “In your dreams, duck boy.”
“You are, actually,” Quackity teased.
“Shut the fuck up, Quackity,” Dream grumbled to no one, and George couldn’t help but laugh a little at that.
Foxtrot — the fanfiction the chat was raving about — was really good. At least the chapter they read on the stream was. It was so well written and soft and George hadn’t heard Dream speak in a good 15 minutes. George didn’t dare look at chat after they finished reading that one, opening his phone to text Quackity instead.
“Hold on, one second, chat,” Quackity said, faking a British accent as he looked at his phone. “One second, chat.”
George looked up and saw Quackity smiling at his phone as he set it on his desk and returned to the stream. “Okay!”
George set his phone on his own desk before hearing Bugsy laugh. “Dream just texted me.”
“What did he say?” Quackity asked nervously.
“He’s…” she trailed off and laughed. “He wants to know if I’m leaving him for you. He said, ‘I understand if you have feelings for him after that’. Oh my gosh.” She giggled and George heard Dream laugh through his nose.
“Dream,” Karl laughed. “Why?”
“Do you realize how suspicious it would be if I didn’t make some sort of appearance during the stream after all the things I’ve said on Twitter and stuff? I had to joke around for the chat.”
“Fair…” George said.
“Is he watching?” Quackity asked Bugsy as if George hadn’t just told him they were. “Dream, go away. We aren’t letting you in VC. Just accept the truth,” he laughed loudly.
George shook his head to himself as he realized how much this wasn’t a joke just to mess with the fans. If it was, Quackity would have let Dream into their call so everyone could witness Dream be jealous but instead, he was almost banishing Dream to be jealous in private. The fans not seeing how Dream was actually feeling made it more real somehow. Quackity really wanted Dream and Bugsy to own up to their feelings.
“I want to strangle him,” Dream confessed jokingly. “At this point, I don’t even want to be in their call because I don’t have the energy to play up being sad. I’m just really sad.”
“I told him to stop reading actual cute ones, so it should be fine now,” George announced. “That last one was too much.”
“You’re telling me.”
“Quackity, I’m not falling in love with you,” Bugsy stood her ground with a laugh. “Not happening, bud.”
“We’ll just have to read more until you do,” Quackity cackled and George heard Dream huff.
The stream didn’t last too much longer, Quackity apparently not wanting to take the joke too far even though he already had.
“Thank god that’s over,” Dream mumbled as George unshared his screen and closed Twitch.
“It wasn’t too bad, right?” Karl asked slowly.
Dream hummed. “It was pretty bad, Karl.”
“Yeah, I know,” he sighed.
“But now it’s over and you can go back to talking to Bugsy and have her full attention,” George said positively.
“How am I supposed to talk to her after that?”
“Like normal?”
“What if she brings it up?”
“Then you say, ‘Bugsy, I don’t want to talk about this because I like you’,” Karl suggested. “Simple.”
“Okay, you are no help. No longer coming to you for advice.”
“I’m kidding! I’m kidding. Just… tell her it was funny but don’t elaborate. She’s good at picking up on when people are uncomfortable, she’ll drop it.”
“Or tell her you like her,” George agreed and Karl laughed as Dream groaned.
“No. Not yet.”
“Not yet,” George mimed. “But soon.”
Dream took another deep breath. “Soon.”
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You’re a table away from a customer, then you feel a nudge on your shoulder. Pushing you down. Slipping and falling on your plate full of drinks.
Your dress is soaked in warm coffee and iced tea. Even a slice of pie was crushed under your knees. You then quickly pulls out a towel from your apron, apologizing as you tried to clean up the mess.
People helped pick up some of the cups or plates. Some chipped, broken or saved from the fall.
That’s when the boy that pushed you on accident rushes down and helps. Telling you over and over it was his fault, telling you how sorry he is.
You just shake off his nice words, mumbling some back to ease him. You rush up, collecting the rest of the dishes. Running off to the back to clean yourself up. Not before a brown-haired boy catches a glance at your face. Caught off guard on how fast you ran out, quitting the title of ‘center of the attention’.
Recognizing those same features from a girl he knew before as everyone picked on the guy that accidentally pushed you down. He couldn’t help but think of someone he used to know.
The little girl that lived next door to him a few years before.
-Interactions:
Takeru will watch you a little closer after that accident. Offering help for the cafe or with anything really. Even told you that he could help with the after-school orders if he has time.
At first, you wonder why this upperclassman is being so nice to you. It isn’t until later he introduced himself. That’s when the questions that sat in the back of your head were answered.
You always knew he looked familiar.
Whenever you thought about the boy next door from some years ago, you got a bittersweet taste, but that feeling became a mushy mess. Like mashed potatoes with a touch of something sweet. Honey maybe.
You warmed up to him again, finding out that he’s still the same kid from before. Just with changes here and there. You slowly start letting him into your life again, meeting up to walk home after school or just stopping by the corner store.
However, you can’t help but put some distance between you two. Takeru knows about your trust issues, so he can’t help a feel a little hurt that you have these feeling towards him now.
Nevertheless, Takeru respects them. As much as he wants the old times back, he has to earn your friendship like he did before.
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On a day out with his aunt and cousins at the petting zoo, he sees a figure that looks like you. After some awkward investigation, he catches a glance of the stranger’s face. Knowing those features from anywhere, he knew it’s you.
He never thought he would encounter you here at the petting zoo. He remembers would calm you were when you were around animals, always wanting to pet the nearby dog or cat you saw.
Then that’s when he remembered how you volunteer to get the community hours you needed for school. Plus, you had a little pin on your shirt that said so. Takeru tells himself he ought to go over and say hey. Before he could call out her name, he hears your voice first.
Hearing your long conversation …… with the goat. However, as weird as that may sound it…..okay it does sound pretty weird, but it was a conversation that still flowed together. Even if one of them just answered with ‘baaaaaas’.
You expressed your daily troubles. All the little worries that built up to a fear. A huge fear that killed you every day.
You weren’t always all sunshine and smiles, in the end, you were just a girl who has some trouble. Troubles that stopped you having peace of mind.
Takeru couldn’t help, but feel terrible. He felt like a stranger.
He has been gone for so long and everything just changed. Takeru felt like it was his fault for setting up ‘wonderful’ ideas and expectations without truly talking to you or learning more about you. The new you, not the five- year old you.
In a way, he felt that he has to help you in a small way. It wasn’t his place to do so, but he just wanted one real smile from you. Not like simple ones that could be passed in the school’s hallways, but one that a generic. One that said, “I’m glad you’re here.”
However, as Takeru makes this his new goal, he gets caught by you. Scaring him when you ask,
“How long were you hiding behind that tree?”
-Confession:
“You’re the best thing since sliced bread.”
The most “clever” line you wrote on a simple thank-you card. One that you had decided to write as you put together a little gift basket for Takeru. Just for everything he has done so far.
Lately, he has helped you with the cafe during after school hours if he wasn’t in tutoring with Touru. Washing the dishes or checking inventory for you. All to take a bit of stress off your shoulders and you felt like you had to show your gratitude for his actions.
You stopped by his house to drop off the gift, ringing the doorbell only to see Takeru’s mother. Who smiled brightly. She jumped up with questions, asking in the end if you wanted to stay for dinner.
You opened your mouth to say something before Takeru finally came in the picture. Saving you from his mother’s eagerness on having you here. Asking you why you came like this, is anything wrong?
That was your cue to tell him the explanation of why you were on his doorstep unannounced like this. That’s when the card that was tied on the handle of the gift basket fell. Reaching for it, Takeru saw the writing inside. Reading it quickly before a small smile appeared on his face.
“You’re the best thing since sliced bread,” he quoted.
Gushing inside with joy as his cheek glowed softly while the sun shined brightly. Making your hair shimmer in light tones.
“Dang, if that’s your way of telling me ‘I love you’ then I think you’re the best thing to happen since sliced bread too,” Takeru added. Taking his eyes off the thank-you card, looking back to you.
Watching his face turn to an eggshell white when he asks, “I didn’t say that loud right?”
And that, my children, is the story how our dear Takeru spilled the beans about his feelings. It also didn’t help when he was trying to explain what he meant by that after. Throwing out all his feeling about her and regretting it the moment they came out of his mouth. In fear of being rejected.
Only till you told him that to returned those same feeling for him.
-First date/type of dates frequented:
Small dates in the cafe or out on the town. Hit up the local noodle shop for a quick meal before going in and checking out the art galleria.
Dates depend on the weather. If it’s chilly or rainy then a puzzle and movie marathon are in order. Or if you guys want to take it slow, during November this types of dates are more common with all the essays deadlines or tests coming up in the school year. Doing this all as the cafe’s pets are at their feet. Sleeping or so.
Dates that involves going outside are ones that can be to the gaming shop or to an animal cafe to check the animals out. Trying your best to resist the urge of adopting one.
THE FIRST KISS:
Your first kiss went something like this- awkward and messy.
The first attempt ending up being the both of you bumping noses during a study date. Takeru making you laugh as he put in different terms in google translator. You found your old “Learn Any Language Fast and Quick” book. One that you remember getting a yard sale when you were young. Takeru was invited over to help prove this 10 or something year old book to be a scam. Or you could rule the world with learning a new language at record speed.
Instead, he was here making you laugh. You told him to stop, but it just made it worst as your sides started to hurt.
You turn around to see Takeru’s face, then BAM! It happened, you’re so close at that moment and you just go for it.
Messing it up with your poor aim.
After a while of plain embarrassment, the both of you tried to pass it off with nervous laughter. You held back your fears as you decided to look past it. Reaching the book, going on to chapter 4.
Before Takeru took you chin and quickly pecking your lips. His cheeks dyed in harsh red color as he mumbles,
“There. See that wasn’t that hard.”
-Long-term relationship:
You were a bit distant in the beginning, ‘ghosting’ him when it came to texting up until a habit was built. Texting him back more and more than leaving him on read.
He helped you so much in the cafe that you even let him come in early to help with the baking. One time you forgot about the whole baking part and ended up having a dance party as you listened to the radio. Not hearing the doorbell go and ring as the door was opened.
Giving Takeru a view of what happens in the closed kitchen. Not helping to smile as you skipped, slid, and shaking your way around the kitchen. All while mixing up cookie batter. After you notice him in the room, you made him swear not to tell anyone about your dance moves.
A new bond was created between you two. He supports you so much and the fact he’s straightforward with you is a perk at times. He just doesn’t want to let you slip through his fingers again. Letting you know how he feels and asking how you doing at the beginning and end of every day. Being there to talk.
The walks back home are pretty therapeutic, since the cold breezes and the smooth conversations can easily distress you. Soon becoming the cure for some daily troubles, of course, you would still have those days, where getting out of bed will be tough. -But Takeru will be there, texting you, calling you. Telling you sweet words and dropping some advice about the situation. From things he read or just in his own options.
This relationship can have two sides. The classic romance novel or the anime brother and sister relationship. Since with how much he cares and checks up on you, it’s almost like how a mama bear would be to her cubs.
He just really loves you. And he’s not afraid to show it. Unless you’re too embarrassed about it in public, then secret kisses are in order.
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