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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 1 year ago

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This Love Is Ours | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: Spencer in prison, angst, fluff

Author's note: I hope you like this one! :)

Words: 2.2K

The ding of the elevator had suddenly become a sad sound to me. While it usually meant seeing my best friend and having our usual morning elevator-chats, laughing at the vacant stares of anyone riding it with us, my time was theirs today. The silence almost made me want to take the stairs.

“Hey,” Emily greeted when I exited the elevator to the sixth floor.

I offered her a half-hearted smile. “Hi.” My voice betrayed me, cracking ever so slightly by the lack of sleep and the highest amount of stress one person could carry. Even though Emily was my boss, she was also one of my best friends and she could sense something was wrong with just one look at me.

“Have you been to visit him?” she asked, grabbing my elbow and dragging me into her office.

Sighing, I shook my head, my eyes glazing over with tears. “No,” I sniffled.

Spencer had been in prison for a couple of weeks already and I had not been able to go and pay him a visit. I was angry at him. Angry for not filling me in on what he’d been doing. Angry for pushing me away when he needed me most. Angry at myself for not catching onto my best friend drifting away from me.

“Honey,” Emily sighed, then paused as though she was debating whether or not to say what she was thinking. “I’m pulling you off the case.”

My head snapped up, my heart plummeting into my stomach. “No, Em. Please, I need to help him. I need to help you figure out a way to get him out.” I allowed a couple of tears to escape my eyes, letting them roll off my cheeks.

“The one way you could help him right now, is by being there for him…” She leaned forwards on her desk. “I’m telling you this as your best friend and not as your boss. You’re a wreck, y/n, and you can’t be helpful if you’re running on three hours of sleep in the past four days alone.”

“Emily, please–”

“No, honey. I need you to take a couple of days off, visit Spencer and sleep.”

I scoffed, wiping the tears off my cheeks. “Is that an order from my boss or my best friend?”

“Both,” Emily stated before getting up and making a beeline towards me, taking me into a tight hug. “Please, y/n. I need your brilliant brain back in full capacity. Only then we’ll be able to help Spencer.”

Nodding my head, I let go of Emily and wiped more tears. “D’you know what he used to tell me when I was worried about something?” I asked, smiling ever so slightly at remembering Spencer saying the same words to me over and over again. “Don’t you worry your pretty little mind.”

Emily offered me a sympathetic smile before letting me go. As I made my way towards my desk to grab a few things, I thought about the first time I ever met Spencer. It was my first day at the BAU and I was getting lost in the building when he found me.

“Hey.” The stranger grabbed my attention, soothing my nerves with the kind eyes looking down at me. “You looking for something?”

I held up the piece of paper that said where I needed to be at what time. “Yeah, I’m looking for the elevators for the sixth floor – I-It’s my first day at the BAU and I’m–I’m kinda-kinda nervous. If you, uh, couldn’t tell.” I scratched the back of my head nervously.

The guy’s lips pursed as he shook his head. “No. No, it’s not obvious at all–” he joked, causing a giggle to escape from my lips. “I’m Spencer, by the way. Spencer Reid. And you’re my new coworker, it seems.” I couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. “Come on, I’ll show you the way.”

When I met Spencer, I knew falling in love with him was going to be inevitable. He knew it too. We once had a conversation about it, about our growing feelings towards one another. He told me about the Japanese phrase: ��koi no yokan’.

“It doesn’t mean love at first sight. It’s closer to love at second sight. It’s the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them.”

It was then that we agreed that we couldn’t act on these feelings. We were working together and it was just going to complicate things. And he was right. Though I didn’t think I’d feel any different about him going to prison for something he didn’t do if we’d actually been dating.

“Hey, you,” the dulcet sound of Penelope Garcia’s voice reached my ears.

I turned and offered her a smile while shouldering my bag. Penelope and JJ stood in front of me, smiles sympathetic and eyes swimming with worry. “Hi,” I greeted back.

“You doing okay?” JJ asked and reached over to squeeze my upper arm.

Scoffing bemusedly, I ask, “Do I look that bad?”

Both girls lapsed into a chorus of ‘no’s, trying to reassure their friend. “We’re just–we’re worried about you, y/n,” JJ said.

“Well, don’t you worry your pretty little mind,” I told them with a not-so-reassuring smile. My heart fluttered at the phrase as it echoed in my brain in Spencer’s voice. I missed him. God, I missed him.

“Are you gonna go visit him?” Penelope asked, less chipper than I was used to from her.

I pressed my lips together in a tight-lipped smile. “I’m not sure yet. I don’t know if I wanna see my best friend locked up in a prison. My heart won’t be able to handle it.”

“I think it would do you some good to see him again,” JJ said. “You miss him, y/n, and it’s wrecking your brain, your ability to sleep. He doesn’t look as bad as you’d think.”

With JJ’s words simmering in my mind, I went back home. I actually had to hype myself up, reassure myself that everything was going to be okay before I actually made my way over to where I would be able to find my best friend.

As I sat on the chair in front of the glass, I tapped my foot and picked at my cuticles. Never in my life had I been so nervous. Not even on my first day at the BAU when I met Spencer. I didn’t think he would ever be the reason for my nerves.

“Angel,” Spencer’s sigh captured my attention.

When I looked up, my eyes landed on the messy head of curls, the unshaven jaw, the darkened eyes and the bags underneath them. He didn’t look like his clean-cut self anymore. He looked broken. The shimmer in his eyes was no longer present.

It broke me to see him like that.

“Hi,” I greeted curtly, wiping the stray tear from my cheek as Spencer sat down on the other side of the glass. “H-how are you?”

Spencer chuckled as he played with the hem of his sleeve. “I haven’t seen you since we had that fight at the hearing and now you’re asking me how I’m doing?”

I sighed, the anger boiling up inside of me. “What else do you expect me to ask you, Spencer? I didn’t even want to come here because I knew–” An involuntary sob raked through my body. “I knew that when I saw you, I would want to yell at you.”

“Angel, please,” Spencer muttered.

“Spencer, how could you be so stupid? Going to Mexico to get illegal drugs? I get that you wanna help your mother, but this is not–” I stopped myself, realizing this was the exact same fight we had before he went to prison.

He simply watched me for a second, his eyes glazing over. “I know, Angel, I know.”

Taking in a deep breath, I rest my elbows on the table, leaning closer towards the glass. “So, answer my question. How are you doing?”

“As well as can be expected in this… lovely establishment.” He let out a chuckle. His golden-speckled eyes locked with mine and I could tell he relaxed under my gaze. “How’ve you been?”

I placed my index finger on the glass, aching to touch him and hug him. “I haven’t been able to sleep since you’ve been in here…” I furrowed my brows. “I miss you, Spencer.” The words rolled out in a whisper.

“I miss you too, Angel,” he whispered back and placed his index finger on the glass, too, right where mine was. Only a pane of glass was now separating us. “Do you wanna know how I stay sane?”

Craving his words, his voice, I nodded my head slowly.

“I imagine you – us,” he started, causing my heart to flutter. “You’re wearing that beautiful pale yellow dress with all the ruffles, the one you wore to JJ and Will’s wedding and we’re on the beach–”

“You hate the beach,” I pointed out, trying to ignore how he was making me feel.

“I hate the beach,” he agreed with a chuckle, then continued. “We’re on the beach, watching the sunset together. And the wind is blowing through your hair and the ruffles of your dress. Your eyes are locking with mine and you’re smiling at me. Your smile is all I need to keep myself sane. You’re all I need.”

As tears rolled down my cheeks, I pressed my palm against the glass and he was quick to copy my movements. I wished I could hug him. I craved his touch and his beautiful smile and his lovely laugh. I craved him. But the glass kept us apart.

“All right, visitor hours are over!” called the guard, ripping my heart in pieces with one simple sentence. “All inmates line up!”

I wiped my tears whilst moving to get up when Spencer reached over the glass and placed a hand on my cheek. Though he was immediately scolded by the guards, he didn’t break eye contact with me.

“Don’t worry your pretty little mind,” he reminded me.

A tender smile curled my lips upwards. “We’re gonna get you out, pretty boy, I promise you.”

I watched for a couple of seconds as the guards dragged Spencer away from me and out of the room. My heart broke into tiny slivers at the sight. My best friend, the boy I loved, was being dragged away to a place he didn’t even belong in.

We needed to get him out of there. We needed to fix this.

With that determination, I knocked on Emily’s door that night. I had to get Spencer out of jail. So, after crying to Emily for about an hour about Spencer, the two of us went to work. We got the team together, listened to Spencer’s own theories when he believed his mother was in danger, and worked until we got everything we needed.

I didn’t sleep a wink during the entire case.

Together with JJ and Stephen, I did everything we could to find Diana. My heart hurt for every second we couldn’t find her, every second we couldn’t get Spencer out of prison. It took every ounce of energy out of me but it was all worth it because in the end, we managed to get Spencer out of jail.

Of course, I had to be the one to get him. I couldn’t go another day, another second, without being able to hug my best friend. JJ was the one to drive me there, along with Luke as he needed to talk to someone first.

Nerves nestled in my chest as the guard unlocked the door. In a matter of seconds, I was going to be able to hug him again.

When the door opened and Spencer appeared in front of me, I couldn’t stop the tears from violently rolling across my cheeks. I offered him a relieved smile as I took in the beautiful sight before me. He looked the exact way one would look when life had beaten you to a pulp. Yet, he still managed to look beautiful.

“It’s time to go home, Spence,” I told him.

A sigh of relief washed over him as he strode over towards me and wrapped me into his arms. I could feel him inhale deeply and as he exhaled, he squeezed me tighter. I loved having him back in my arms, where he belonged.

“Thank you for not giving up on me,” he whispered and loosened the embrace but still kept his hands on my arms, not wanting the connection to be broken. “I love you.”

I placed a hand on his cheek, just as he had done a couple of days ago. “Never, my sweet boy,” I whispered. “I love you, too.”

There was something unspoken about our confessions. Like we both knew that once all of this was over, we would be going on that date to the beach to watch the sunset and I would be wearing that pale yellow dress and it would be the start of something beautiful. Something we had tried to avoid for a while but couldn’t anymore.

As we walked out of the prison and reunited with JJ, Luke and Penelope, I held his hand and didn’t let go. Never did I ever want to let go of him anymore, no matter how high the stakes, no matter how rough the waters.

This love was ours.

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lunaekalenda · 1 year ago

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"Love, you have to be quiet, please." A knot of nervousness tangles on your stomach as you give Sukuna your arm again, stretching it towards him. His gloved hands take it softly, and he smiles to you, before moving with the chair next to you, kissing your forehead. "It won't hurt, I promise."

Who but him would know better? You watch all the ink on his muscled arms, that disappear under the short sleeves of his t-shirt. His body is full of them, and you know it. He recommended you to get it on your arm first, and you trust your boyfriend, specially since he's a proffessional tatto artist. Taking a wipe to clean the area, he smiles at you, while the cold alcohol touches your skin.

"You don't have to do this, you know?" It was your idea, after all. To get matching tattoos designed by the other. You nod a couple times, scared your voice won't flow because of nerves. He takes the transfer, where his calligraphy and a cute flower near the word. You weren't able to see what he wrote until now, as he did before with yours, and your surprise is colossal when you find the exact same expression you designed for him.

He showed it to you on your very first day walking around Shibuya, with your hands tangled and him showing you every tiny corner of his city, where he grew up and were he was dying to return. He was your personal travel guide around Tokyo, your language teacher and your company during the trip. You remember being in front of Hachikō's sculpture, watching people passing by the enormous crosswalks, when Sukuna explained that to you.

"Visiting Shibuya with you is a dream. Thanks for letting it come true." his hands took yours before kissing them. "You know, there's not a ton of words than can describe what I feel for you, but, curiously, my mother language does have one. Koi no yokan. That's exactly what I felt when I met you." his voice got lower and he got close as he spoke. You remember vividly how his nose lovingly rubbed against yours while his mouth searched the way to yours.

"What does that mean?" your voice wasn't more than a whisper against his, and he smiled, lips already touching yours while he explained it to you, before he left a kiss.

"Means that, somehow, I knew I was gonna madly fall in love with you, irremediably."

You remember vividly every single minute of that date, and seeing the kanji on the transfer made you smile to Sukuna, who smiles as well. "We're definitely destined, love." you laugh, looking at the elegant kanji your boyfriend made for you, followed by a tiny gardenia. You stretch your arm towards him again, as he finishes preparing the machine. Taking your arm and getting close for another forehead kiss, he smiles widely.

"Ready, love?"

You smile back at him before nodding. "Ready"

i was studying japanese and found this expression, and somehow i wrote this ehe (just a little drabble)

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nowoyas · 4 months ago

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Koi no Yokan 1: the first impression matters most (Nishinoya Yuu/Reader)

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A/N: so this has technically been up on ao3 for a month or so but I decided I'm simply going to post it on tumblr and live with less control over the formatting over here. for a more fun way to read, I highly recommend hopping over to the ao3 link above.

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Summary: Love at first sight isn't real. Whatever this Nishinoya guy was feeling when he proposed to you on sight, it wasn't love. And if you're wrong? All he has to do is propose another nine hundred and ninety-nine times to prove it. (nishinoya x fem!reader)

Warnings and Tags: fem, non gender-neutral reader, mental health + family issues, implied child neglect, hurt/comfort, coming of age, slow burn but like in a weird nontraditional way, gratuitous usage of footnotes

Word count: ~2800

p1. Love is real.

This one's simple enough. You grew up around your parents—hopelessly in love with one another, the romantic types put on this planet specifically to make their kids' life hell in a non-traumatizing, wholesome way, all sweet kisses and gross, get a room! to fill your childhood home. You've seen love. During at least one point of your life, there was love.

p2. Love takes work.

Also simple enough. Again we'll point to your parents—long nights worked by one or the other, working too hard, coming home to find you asleep on the couch with whichever parent was home for you. Bruised egos and hearts, fights that didn't need to happen but always would have, heated discussions whispered in the kitchen when you should have been in bed, but always always always coming back to each other. Separating from one another whenever there was yelling—keep the peace, come back when we can have a discussion. Trying to love you even when your grades fell too hard to overlook, but disappointed all the same, until you're yelling, until you don't fall asleep on the couch waiting for your mom to come home anymore, until you fall asleep studying at your desk listening out for your father, hoping tonight he'll be home before you finish your homework.

p3. Love must be earned.

—or at least, it can be lost. It'd explain the past two years. You lost his love, and you'll earn it back.

p4. If love must be earned and love takes work, then love at first sight does not exist.

Of course, none of this explains anything about what's taking place now, your utterly petrified classmate (one Yachi Hitoka, sits two seats in front of you, never interacted with) darting her eyes back and forth between you and the offender who could perhaps use a reality check against your worldview. For your part, the—question? demand? statement?—had the fun side effect of pitching your voice in embarrassment and disbelief, not to mention totally ruining the vaguely detached image of yourself you've very carefully cultivated over the years.

"I—uh—I'm sorry, what did you just say to me?"

p5. Love at first sight does not exist.

Although the other members of the Karasuno High School Volleyball Club wear expressions currently ranging from disbelief to exasperation, you're not entirely convinced you've heard the offender correctly until he steps forward, chest puffed out without a hint of self-doubt in his eyes.

Point of interest: as far as you were aware, volleyball is a sport about really tall guys yelling a lot and hitting a ball just real hard, and this one doesn't seem to have the height or the shoulder muscles for that. If your first impression is anything to go by, at least he has the volume. He's got a small build—lithe, even, and it's hard to tell with most of his teammates dropping their heads into their hands, but you'd say nearly everyone else here is a good head taller than him at least. It'd explain the hair: save for a little bleached tuft hanging down over his forehead, he's gone to the trouble to spike it, adding a few centimeters to his height total. All in all: confusing, but not unattractive.

c. Therefore, this is not love at first sight.

"Sorry," he says, tilting his head with a wide smile that doesn't look very sorry. "That might've been a bit rude. Please marry me?"

Yeah, that's what you'd thought he'd said, alright.

Shimizu, the gorgeous third-year who'd brought you into this line of fire, lets out a long-suffering sigh. One of the other guys is now on the floor, both hands threaded through his hair.

Point of disinterest: this behavior is clearly the offender's usual.

"Are you stupid or something?" the silver-haired guy on the floor finally manages to say, stage-whispering in utter disbelief. "Seriously, are you just a complete—"

Impulse: Have fun with this.

It's not that you really intended to cut the guy off—honestly, for all you care, he can yell at his teammate or anyone else all he wants. Hardly your problem. But—

I mean, how are you not supposed to laugh?

This is who you are: logic and impulse at war. Doubled over laughter, immediate stock taken of the situation, and, just because you appreciate his initiative, you let yourself speak without thinking too hard about it, full-body laughter subsiding to giggles as you meet his eyes. "You know what? How about you let me finish introducing myself and ask me that… oh, I dunno, we'll say a thousand times or so, and then I'll think about it. 'Kay?"

The offender—your suitor, you suppose—gains an extra centimeter of height at the words, eyes lighting up his face in a way that might actually be dangerous to someone with a few less brain cells to spare. He looks ready to say something, but stops himself. Nods firmly, mimes zipping his lips as though to let you know you can continue.

You stifle a lingering giggle, take a deep breath, and smooth out your uniform skirt carefully. You know how to smile and know how to charm and now you've got a reason to be just interested enough to bother with either. "O-kay. Um, I'm [full name]. Like Yachi-san here, I'm in class 1-5. It's a pleasure to meet all of you!"

"Nice to meet you!" they shout in eerie, overly-loud unison, bowing to the both of you. Beside you, Yachi nearly shrieks, hiding behind you a little as Shimizu steps forward to ask them not to scare the shit out of you both. To their credit, everyone seems genuinely confused as to what could possibly be startling about suddenly being yelled at by twelve or so guys standing around you in a semi-circle.

As for you?

You adjust your uniform bow carefully, suppressing a smile.

Maybe this "managing a club" idea won't be as bad as you thought.

Okay, point of order: it's not that you thought managing a club would be bad, necessarily. It's more that, well—look, pretty third-year approaches you in the hall while you're barely paying attention, assumes you're walking with some other random girl in your class, and you're looking for any excuse to stay out of the house as much as you can, anyway, so why not waste a few minutes this afternoon and some more tomorrow? It's not like you're agreeing fully to join or anything. And Yachi, at least, seems nice, though you're a little sorry she's been lumped with you.

You'd decided to make it up to her with a tepid offer of friendship, if for no reason other than to reassure her you don't want her dead (which appears to be a serious concern of hers?), but in the three minutes it took you to draw this conclusion and walk up to her desk, you'd been absolutely steamrolled by two of the club's first years from yesterday (Hinata: short, loud, springy, insists that you drop all honorifics for him. Kageyama: tall, quiet, blunt. Appears to just be along for the ride.) and somehow ended up jointly tutoring the two in English.

The days that follow give you no opportunities to learn any further names—your attention splits neatly between trying to figure out how volleyball even works and not fucking dying whenever a hit or whatever goes out-of-bounds. You'd been right about the yelling, mostly right about hitting the ball really hard (the really tall first-year sometimes hits the ball Not Hard, and your suitor doesn't seem to hit the ball at all?), and wrong about the guys needing to be tall (Hinata, for one, and most of the other guys are only tall in direct contrast to you).

That's about the extent of what you've gotten so far, beyond a bruise or two in preventing Yachi's soul from leaving her body. The guys seem to want to prevent those, but they're certainly not perfect. As for your co-trial manager, she is the very definition of skittish, and thus far has confided in you the following:

someone may want to kill her for standing next to Shimizu for several uninterrupted minutes (fair, Shimizu is extremely pretty)

the coach is going to kill her (maybe a bit narrow-minded—the Sakanoshita cashier is plenty nice, even if he does look a bit scary)

someone here is going to break a finger or perhaps an arm (yeah, no way to counter that one. It's athletics.)

someone here is going to unintentionally break her face with a stray volleyball (perfectly reasonable. You keep an eye out on her behalf.)

Despite this, she connects to the others far better than you ever could. When Hinata's study session with the three of you results in a boosted quiz score, he notices her before you and drags her into the hype session, allowing you to sneak on by while they cheer together. That's fine. You can't really match their energy, anyhow. Every now and then, though, she gets this look or makes some offhanded comment that makes you think she probably won't stick with managing.

For your part, you aren't really decided either way. The Karasuno High School Volleyball Club is full of… well, people. They're all different, you can't keep anyone straight, and while they're certainly polite enough in small doses, as a group, they overwhelm you with an energy that reminds you why you've never really gotten into sports before.

Your suitor is perhaps the worst offender of this—everyone gets louder around him, either out of necessity to be heard or simply because he seems to raise the energy levels of whoever's standing closest to him. He seems to be the root of about thirty percent of the volleyball club's total volume, and his boundless energy is extended your way whenever possible. Without fail, sometime between your feet crossing the threshold of the volleyball gym and getting your shoes on each day, he'll shout your name, followed by a full-chested compliment about how great you look today. It was unsettling for two minutes until you saw him take a flying leap at Shimizu in hopes of hugging her and end up getting slapped instead. For now, you'll take it as a relief that no additional marriage proposals have come your way.

You don't know whether to be disappointed that your suitor apparently is just your average horny teenager and you're not exactly special or relieved that, at least, you're not ugly enough for him to discredit you as an option entirely. If nothing else, it's hard to sense any sort of real threat from someone so openly and earnestly interested in anyone who breathes.

This is what you tell Shimizu as the three of you walk home after practice, the third time in a week she's apologized to you for his behavior. She's not the only one who has—the captain, a taller, average-looking third year, and the vice captain, the pretty third year with the silvery hair, have both gone out of their way to apologize on his behalf, as well as one of the more responsible-seeming second years. Each one has offered, repeatedly, that they can make him shut up if you want them to, but you've staunchly refused.

"I mean," you tell them each time, "he's harmless. All he's doing is complimenting me and like, little helpful things like helping me up. But I'll take you guys up on that if he actually crosses a line."

What you don't—won't—admit to Shimizu or Yachi, and will never admit to any of these guys, is simple enough: you like the attention. You like having a reason for your cheeks to feel a little hot. You like feeling like someone wants you here, like someone's not just being polite because they haven't yet found a reason to be rude.

The morning of the first day of your second week of this little trial membership, and like clockwork, your suitor is already in the gym, already fully awake like he actually rests when he sleeps or some completely batshit concept to that tune. It's six-something in the fucking AM. Normal people should at least be a little groggy right now, but here he is, running right up to you with a brilliant smile that makes you feel like squinting.

Then again, you suppose normal people aren't the type to propose marriage before you even get your name out.

"Good morning! You're looking lovely as usual today!"

You huff softly, open your mouth to mumble in some sleep-deprived reply, and end up cutting off in the sort of yawn that hijacks your full body to make its point. When you've recovered, you nod to him, rubbing the corner of your eye. "Sorry. I don't think I'm real for another twenty minutes or so. Mornin', Senpai."

Your suitor goes uncharacteristically still, jaw dropping as he stares at you. Suddenly self-conscious, you run through your memory of the past week. You'd assumed he was an upperclassman, not having seen him on the first-year's floor at all and having noticed that he seemed to be one of the more solid members of the team. Were you wrong? "Um… did I say something wrong?" you ask at last, hoping on hope he doesn't detect the nerves in your voice.

At your words, he seems to snap out of whatever stupor he'd suddenly gone into, shaking his head furiously. Unless you're mistaken, his face is turning a lovely shade of red, though you can't fathom why. "Uh—no! No, nothing's wrong. I mean, you didn't say anything wrong! You're—perfect, you're perfect, sorry, I—" He clears his throat, clutches a fist at his chest. You're starting to think he's having some kind of medical issue. "I'm not entirely sure you've ever done anything wrong in your life, actually."

You stifle a nervous laugh, tilt your head a little. "Um…?"

"Okay, sorry—I'm good. Perfect. Fine. Please marry me."

Ah. Alright, then.

A bit more laughter bubbles out of you, less nervous this time. "How about this: you tell me what your name is, because we still haven't been introduced properly, and ask me that nine hundred and ninety-seven more times, and I'll think about it."

The star-struck look on his face gives way to the brightest smile known to the human race. He holds out a hand for you to shake. On the record: your stomach does not flutter in reply.

"Nishinoya Yuu, at your service. Will you really marry me if I ask you a thousand times?"

You take his hand. Shake it carefully. Wonder if this is what dying feels like: no struggle, just letting happen what will happen, feeling strangely overwhelmed for no reason at all. "Hey, I said I'd think about it."

His hand's warm. It lingers in yours for just a moment before he drops the hold. "Challenge accepted, then. I hope you're ready."

You snort, wave him off as you head over to greet Shimizu. "Sure, sure. We'll see how long it takes for you to give up, yeah?"

"If that's what you're holding out for, you're gonna be waiting a while," he calls after you.

You toss your head back with a laugh. "We'll see about that!"

Koi no Yokan¹ (恋の予感): "premonition of love" or "love at second sight". in contrast to love at first sight, koi no yokan refers to the sense when meeting someone that falling in love with them is inevitable.

Footnotes

1. I spent a lot of time digging for the origin of this phrase and it appears to be attributed to a quote from one Nicola Yoon. I'm not certain that 恋の予感 is actually a Japanese concept the way that "love at first sight" is a concept in certain English-speaking cultures, and my research into this only turned up, like, BBC articles and an album by the American alternative metal band Deftones, so it's possible that this phrase is more of an Orientalist hallucination of Japanese culture more than it is a real thing.² Regardless, I truly love the concept, and I could not think of a more fitting title for this fic, so I am proceeding with the given interpretation.

2. For what it's worth, the BBC article I found does ask actual Japanese speakers about the phrase and claims it's common nowadays in shoujo manga circles. One of my good friends reads mostly shoujo manga and is more fluent in Japanese than I am, and I had to explain the concept to her, and also, no one can point me to any specific examples, so I don't really have any strong evidence that this is actually true. (Any examples of this out in the wild are more than welcome in the comments; I'm genuinely curious about this.)

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pluviwinkle · 3 years ago

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the scars we share | a genshin impact soulmate au

SYNOPSIS : Soulmates can either be a blessing, a curse, or even both, and it all depends on how you know who your soulmate is.

More commonly known as the ‘soulmate mark’, it varies from one person to the other. Many see the world in a dull monochrome until they meet their beloved. Others would be counting down the days left on the timer on their wrist. Perhaps they could even communicate by writing on their own skin. But alas, finding your soulmate only gets more difficult when you don’t even share the same mark. Just because you can see the bright red string on your pinky finger doesn’t mean that the one you’re meant to be with can.

Which begs the question: why would any higher being in Celestia bless you with a soulmate only for fate to keep you apart?

⬦ PAIRINGS kazuha x reader, tomo x reader

⬦ GENRE fluff and angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn(?)

⬦ STATUS on hiatus until nov/dec. last updated 06/07/22

⬦ NOTES unfortunately, i don’t really have an update schedule since i will be starting uni soon! it’s my first time posting a fic on tumblr (a multi-chapter fic, no less) so let’s see how this goes :D this fanfic is also cross-posted on ao3 under ‘magentamaple’. although it has a f!reader instead of a gn!reader, it shouldn’t affect the story much.

CHAPTERS :

— [ 00 ] prologue

— [ 01 ] hey pretty stranger

— [ 02 ] come over here and sit next to me

— [ 03 ] we had a bonding moment

— [ 04 ] there we are again on that little town street

— [ 05 ] what unspoken thing?

— [ 06 ] koi no yokan

— [ 07 ] we could form an attachment

— [ 08 ] to be added …

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#masterlist #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kaedehara kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader #tomo x reader #mia writes 📝

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kannymaei · 3 years ago

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The Perfect Girl - Chapter 5 (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for your support! I appreciate the likes and reblogs, together with the comments on Wattpad (Yes! I have the series posted there too!) We have a new banner too for the incoming arc (I rlly don’t know if I should call it an arc) SPOILER ALERT: Yae Miko’s lover is revealed at the end~ Hihi! Congratulations to people who guessed who was it way earlier eheh~ You are correct~ Someone is also gonna come back next chapter, I’m pretty sure some of you guys miss him already.

Author’s Note 2: All characters are OOC! Please be reminded that this fanfic is Modern! AU and Highschool! AU and none of this are canons to the actual lore of Genshin Impact. I do not own Genshin Impact or the characters in the game!

Synopsis: You were a graduating high school student who somehow got involved in unfortunate events and transferred to Teyvat International School. Due to your “complicated” physical features, you became the main target of the school’s “bully”, Kamisato Ayato! Together with his friends, Diluc Ragnvindr, Tartaglia, and Arataki Itto.

Word Count: 3.6k

Content Warning: Vulgar Words, Mentions of S*icide, A little inappropriate?

Taglist: @frieschan @nejibot

Masterlist

Next -> Chapter 6

"What does Koi No Yokan mean again?" Ayato asked while his attention was focused on his phone, he seemed to be texting someone.

"Okay, this is like the second time you asked me but Koi No Yokan is the exact opposite of love at first sight. You meet someone you don't like in the beginning but deep inside you know that you're going to fall in love with them" You explained again as you tried so hard to sketch the drawing.

"M-Miko, I'm sorry for earlier" Ayato stood up which made you roll your eyes because he wasn't listening to you, and continued your sketch. Your sketch looks like one girl and one boy being tied by a red string but both people seem to be drifting away from each other because they like someone else the main message of your sketch is that no matter what happens, the two of them would end up with each other even if someone tries to separate them from each other.

"They'll always find a way back to each other" you whispered and smiled at your sketch. You stood up to clean the eraser's shavings.

"What are you smiling at? Dumbass" Your body tensed up when you heard Ayato's voice behind you.

"I just finished the sketch all by myself!" You emphasize the word "myself" to let Ayato know that he wasn't doing any kind of contribution to your project.

What caught you off guard is that Ayato is cornering you in the wall, as he steps forward, you're taking one step backward at a time until your back touches the wall of his bedroom. He pressed his right hand on the wall while leaning towards you below because he's taller than you. (A/N: Yes… it is what you think it is… Ayato is pinning you against the wall)

His face gets closer to you until you could feel his breath on your lips, is he trying to kiss you? What the hell is wrong with this man, you closed your eyes because you were frightened by his actions when—

"Archons! You're so ugly! Nerdy glasses, thick eyebrows, and a messy bun. Do you think I'm going to kiss you? In your dreams!" Ayato laughed. You were dumbfounded as you stood in your place while the man in front of you is making fun of you. Little does Ayato know how beautiful you are.

"Y-you're going to regret this Ayato! I think having an individual project is a good idea— maybe I should suggest it to Mr. Venti and he'll like it-" Your mouth got covered with his hand.

"No, no, no, that's not going to happen" He stared into your eyes and with his smile widening as ever.

"I'm a good painter myself and that's my contribution~," He said and poked your forehead while his other hand was still pinned onto you.

Karma got served quickly as the door opened, you looked at the door to see the servant holding a tray of food while the kid peeked a little from the door. Ayato knew he messed up big time especially when Shouta saw him in that position with you.

"S-see! I told you Big bro Ayato doesn't break his promises! Miss Lady Glasses right there is his girlfriend!" Shouta shouted at Koharu. Ayato quickly let go of you and rushed to the door.

"S-shouta! I told you to knock-"

His eyes darken in front of the servant and the kid as he tried to remain his composure.

"Didn't… I tell you to knock before you enter." Ayato tried to speak calmly, that was the worst for him, you weren't his girlfriend at all but the kid now sees you as one.

"M-my lord! I beg for your forgiveness! I told Shouta to knock because my hands were full with the tray holding the drinks and snacks but Shouta chose to open it! Please don't punish Shouta, it's truly my responsibility. I would also like to inform you that Lady Ayaka came home by herself a few minutes ago." Koharu said and kneeled in front of him asking for forgiveness.

"No need, I understand. Thank you for the snacks Koharu and Shouta, and thank you for informing me about my sister's arrival" Ayato took the tray and immediately closed the door. Wait, is that right? He didn't say for the second time in front of the kid that you weren't his girlfriend? Maybe your mind is just a little fuzzy and making up things, you didn't think much about it as you watch Ayato walk towards you after he placed the tray on the table.

"You one lucky bit-" his reply to you was stopped by a sudden ring call from his phone on the other end of the table. You looked at the screen to see "Ajax".

"What is it now?" Ayato answered the phone and put it on speaker, you wondered why was it on speaker? For you to hear what they're talking about? Maybe Ayato knows that Childe would talk about you.

"I'm just making sure you haven't killed Y/N at this point, I saw your face earlier when Mr. Bard announced the partner would be your seatmate" Childe laughed.

"Childe, don't worry. I'm whole and still breathing here, he hasn't hurt me yet." You happily replied.

"Oh Miss L/N Y/N, you're here. I'm also informing you about your Knight in Shining Armor coming home soon~" Childe said, your Knight in Shining Armor? Could it be?

"Ugh, Childe, you could have just said Diluc," Ayato added.

"Isn't he Miss L/N's prince? I thought you said you were jealous when you saw him carry,"

"Fuck off with your nonsense, Childe" Ayato hang up the phone so you wouldn't be hearing more from him spitting out his dark secrets.

"He's just joking, stop being curious about it" he coldly replied. You laughed a little then grabbed a rice ball in the tray as your snack while he grabbed that cup of boba.

“As if I care about you, Ayato” He seemed to be a little stunned when you called him by his first name.

"I'm going to finish this in the canvas, you can go sit there and think about how ugly of a person you are," He said as he went to the storage room of his bedroom where some of his school supplies were placed.

You sat on his bed as you watched the blue rascal do his job. You feel a little tired from everything and lean a little on the pillow beside you and remove your glasses so you'd feel more comfortable. You smelled the scent of his bed and pillow and somehow felt that this was familiar to you but it seems that a specific memory has been taken away from you.

—

Ayato is 25% done with the painting as he ponders about Guuji Yae's actions earlier. Why was she jealous when he saw you and him together? She technically doesn't have the right to be jealous because he wasn't hers in the beginning. Ayato smiled when his mind wandered to the reason why Miko got jealous, maybe it would take a little more steps for Miko to be his girlfriend? Will his courting journey finally meet its end? Perhaps, he should bully you more often so he would always have Miko's attention.

"Maybe that's a great idea, if it's for Miko then it wouldn't hurt much to break my promise to my sister," Ayato muttered as he continued to paint on the canvas. He was painting without any kind of consciousness, he wasn't aware that he was painting the woman similar to your face.

Ayaka, on the other hand, is quite suspicious about why her boyfriend doesn't hang out with her often these days but she trusts him with his word that he is busy with his family. She doesn't know you were inside their home since she's quite an introvert herself and was reading books inside her room.

At the same time, Miko and her "special someone" is busy doing "something" while the Kamisato siblings are thinking of them as an individual. (A/N: I mean I'm pretty sure you guys already know what that is, it's just I'm not going to write NSFW/smut yet)

Ayato decided to take a break and when he looked behind his bed to see a sleeping Y/N. Ayato thought this was his chance… his chance to cut your hair. He stood silently for you not to wake up while he fetched his scissors and then walked towards you. He thinks why do you have this hairstyle while his hands make their way to your hair adjusting it a little bit and snap, he got your hair bun on his hand resulting in you having a short hair but looks a little weird (A/N: Okay so for visual description, it kinda looks like Yelan's hair but more messed up and more wavy than straight)

"Pfff! She looks so funny" His eyes widened when you opened your eyes to see him in front of you holding a scissor and a ball of hair.

"W-what?" You said but your head is feeling odd, it somehow felt lighter than it was and that is where you noticed that he cut off your hair and thought that it was funny.

"Did you?!" You asked but you never heard a proper reply, it was just Ayato laughing at you. He even has the hair tie that your parents gifted you for your 17th birthday.

"You look so funny! Hahaha!" Ayato said, whereas his hands were placed on his stomach because he can't control his laugh looking at you.

"Y-you think this is funny!" You shouted at him, for a long time you've never felt this angry seeing someone do this as a joke, and on top of that, he doesn't want to hand back the hair tie to you.

"Yes because, I am Kamisato Ayato," he said seriously. You can't do anything to him, you wouldn't fight back because that would mean you'd hurt him too. What you did was grab the ball of hair he got from your bun and run outside of his house. At least you got back the gift from your deceased parents.

"He's so heartless!" You walked out of his residence, you wanted to call for your driver but of course, good luck is on your side hence why your phone ran out of battery. The cherry on top of this good luck of yours is it suddenly rained and you don't have your umbrella with you. You wondered if the nearest parlor shop was near Ayato's residence, it didn't matter to you if you got wet from the rain. You just need to fix your hair.

It's been 30 minutes since you started walking and you're soaking wet already when you finally reach the parlor only to see Lumine having her nails done.

"What happened to you?" Lumine said, rushing over to you.

"Ayato, cut off my hair when I accidentally fall asleep, it's a long story but I'm pretty sure you know we were doing that project not unless you didn't see him dragging me all across the school's hallway and parking area," you said while accepting the towel offered to you by the staff to dry yourself.

"Oh, I haven't? Is that where you went? So you finally met my brother?" Lumine asked but what answer would you give if you didn't see someone that looks like her when you were at the Kamisato residence?

"Brother?" You gave a confused look at her but she looked more confused than you are.

"Yeah, Aether, we're both blondes and probably the same height as Albedo. He texted me more than half an hour ago that he was hanging out with Ayato and his girlfriend" She said.

"No, no, you got it wrong. What I mean is—" you stopped and recalled what Koharu said.

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"I would also like to inform you that Lady Ayaka came home by herself a few minutes ago"

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"The servant said Ayaka came home by herself, maybe that's the reason why I never saw your… brother," You said.

Lumine was surprised by your answer, so she was right. Her brother is hiding something. Something he doesn't want to share.

"That can't be right, no, that's impossible." She said which made you confused.

"I don't understand" You replied.

"Oh, no, it's just a personal hunch of mine don't mind it. What you should mind is drying up yourself and fixing your hair that Ayato ruined" She faked a smile, the staff told you to sit for a while while they finish cleaning up the flooring before they assist you.

"Yeah, just make it what fits my face the most," You said to the staff.

"You know what fits you the most? A whole makes over" Lumine giggled.

"Yeah! Give her a whole makeover from that thick eyebrows, remove her glasses, and fix her ugly hair, sorry about that Y/N but it's really ugly" Lumine said and whispered the last line. You were dragged by the staff and it's like you were a celebrity, having too many hands working on your head. It does feel a little dizzy having a lot of people around you to the point you can't see yourself in the mirror anymore.

You felt like a different person when the people surrounding you started to move away and when you look in the mirror, you saw your mother from 20 years ago.

"Y/N… you look… beautiful" Lumine said but before you can reply you sneeze.

"Archons, I probably caught a cold," You said and sneezed again.

"Let's get you home shall we?" Lumine held your hand and showed you her umbrella as you told her the directions to your residence.

–

Back in the Kamisato residence, Ayato dialed Ajax's phone number on his phone and waited patiently for his answer.

"What? I got dragged by Itto and Sara at the new cafe" Childe annoyingly replied.

"Great! Itto's there! Calm down and put your phone on speaker" Ayato excitedly said.

"WASSUP my bro, my man" Itto said on the other line while he wrapped his hands around Sara.

"Okay so, I'm with Y/N earlier"

"What are you even doing with that bitch? Did your standards get lower?" Sara added.

"She fell asleep and I took advantage of that opportunity, I cut off her hair bun with my elegant scissors" Ayato proudly said

"THAT'S SO COOL" Itto shouted.

"YOU DID WHAT?" Childe snatched his phone away from Itto, he can't believe his best friend had just done that.

"Do I have to repeat it? I cut off her hair, it's just… a little trim." Ayato replied

"NO, I MEAN WHY DID YOU DO THAT? A LITTLE TRIM? SHE HAS A WHOLE MESSY BUN ON HER HEAD, that's not a big thing." Ayato can't believe that Childe was scolding him.

"That's not funny at all…" Childe sighed with disappointment.

"She's already ugly and you made her more ugly. That's so fetched ~" Sara added. (A/N: Yeah I got that line from mean girls, I rewatched it for the 6th time LOOOL)

"Can't wait to see her tomorrow HAH My bro, my man, Ayato is doing the archon's work" Itto laughed.

"You have to apologize to her, Ayato, that's not nice. What got into your mind about cutting a girl's hair? What would Miko think if her future boyfriend was like that?" Childe continued to scold, if he was with Ayato right now he would have punched him to wake him up.

"I think Miko would like it- Speaking of Miko, did you guys see her? She kinda… stormed out after seeing me and Y/N together" Ayato remembered that he only sent a voicemail as his apology, he doesn't know where Guuji Yae is right now.

"Oh… I thought she was with you but Sara tried to contact her earlier but her phone seemed to be out of service and just said to leave a voicemail or something" Childe said which made Ayato worried, what if she self-harms herself? What if? Ayato stopped and immediately ended his call with Ajax, Miko is a strong girl, she wouldn't do that.

Ayato was impatient with the ringing, he was hoping that Miko would answer.

"Ayato?" Miko answered, the sound of her voice looks like she was exhausted from doing something.

"M-Miko! How are you? I'm so sorry about earlier, it's not what you think" Ayato apologized.

"Oh I'm completely doing fine, you know, right now I'm on a little friend date with Sara," Miko said which made Ayato raise an eyebrow.

"Sara? Can I talk to her?" Ayato asked. It's not possible that Sara would be in two places at once because he knows that Sara was with Itto and Childe. How come right now she would be with Miko?

"T-t-talk to her?—" Miko stuttered because the truth is, she wasn't with Sara at all. She was just laying in bed after having sexual intercourse with her special someone.

"O-oh! She's currently in the bathroom right now" Miko added.

But Ayato wasn't having it, he knew that she was lying.

"Well, then I'll wait for her" Ayato changed his voice into a serious tone.

"Oh, I see what's happening here. You don't trust me, are you? Ayato, I'm not yet your girlfriend and now you're having trust issues with whoever I'm with right now? Why won't you ask Sara yourself huh?" Miko annoyingly said and hang up her call as she crawled to the other side of the bed to make love again with this special someone.

Ayato was currently dismayed, there's no need for him to ask Sara because he knows that Sara is in a cafe with Itto and Child but there's one last gleam of hope, maybe Miko arrived after his call with Childe? His hands shakingly dialed Ajax's number.

"What now?" Childe coldly responded.

"A-ajax…" Ayato said this made Childe worried because Ayato's tone seemed to be different than it was earlier.

"Is M-Miko with you?" He calmly asked.

"You heard it from us earlier that she was unreachable, that's why it's only the three of us here. I also got an update from Lumine that she saw Y/N in the salon while she was having her nails done soaking wet because it rained after she left your house. I'm still mad at you until you apologize to her tomorrow." Childe said and hung up the call.

Apologizing to you wasn't his problem, his problem was Miko is lying about her whereabouts. His coping mechanism was, that he thinks that she was just with her family and everything.

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You finally returned home and bid your goodbyes to Lumine who helped you. You went to take a shower since you got soaking wet in the rain and admired your "new" self in the mirror. Your image resembles the younger years of your mother, oh how you miss her. She would probably tease you when your father first courted your mother because he was awkward about it.

"Ah relationships, I don't have time for that," you said and went into the bathtub. As you close your eyes, out of nowhere, you think of the blue rascal, Kamisato Ayato. You opened your eyes and wondered why you were even thinking of him?

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While hanging out with Itto and Childe. Sara recalled what happened earlier during their free time in class and they went together alone in the bathroom. Someone texted Miko as the notification pops up, she isn't the type of person who invades someone's privacy. But this is one message that she can't ignore. The notification of the message said the sender was from "Kujuo Sara 💌", she wasn't even texting her. She opened the message and read sweet messages and exchanged I love you's. She assumed this was Ayato and was probably hiding that they were in a relationship not until she saw Ayato's inbox which was cold and dry.

Sara's eyes widened, she was completely shocked when she realized what happened and Miko caught her reading the messages on her phone after she went outside the stall.

"Why are you invading my privacy?" Miko said she was worried if Sara saw something on her phone.

"I'm sorry… my kitsune" Sara mocked the message from her lover.

"Miko, tell me the truth. That's not Ayato, right? That person who's named Kujuo Sara 💌… who is that?" She added, Miko's body froze, she doesn't know what to reply.

"S-Sara, please don't tell Ayato. I… I fell in love with Aether when we first met, he wasn't like Ayato-" Miko kneeled, begging Sara to keep her secret.

"AETHER? DO YOU MEAN, THE BOYFRIEND OF AYATO'S SISTER? AYAKA? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?" Sara can't believe that her best friend is dating the boyfriend of his suitor's sister.

"Just so you know Miko, there are no secrets that time doesn't reveal. But you're on your own on this one. I'm not going to tell Ayaka or her brother but if everything finally unfolds, the Kamisato siblings get to know the truth. I'm not going to support you." Sara said and exited the bathroom leaving Miko in a shocking state as if she was about to cry.

While drinking her coffee, she thought that maybe the reason they can't call Miko was that she was probably with Aether.

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"I love you so much Aether," Miko said as she continued to kiss him while they are in bed finishing their sexual intercourse.

"Am I better than Ayaka?" She teased which made Aether laugh.

"Way better than her, that girl is pure and untouchable" Aether laughed as he stroked Miko's pink hair.

"Wanna do another round?" Aether teased Miko again and she pulled him to the other side of the bed.

Next -> Chapter 6

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