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desafinado · 2 years ago

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ahh congrats on 200!! once you’re less busy with work (rip) could i please request a school/uni au where reader is a secret admirer for any characters of your choice? maybe they’re part of the same friend group, or they share similar classes? oh or maybe they consult/ask the reader for advice about the letters or smt? i don’t mind the format btw! thank you so so so much:D

(ps. idk if you keep anons but if you do, could i be 🍁 anon~?)

°｡⋆ thoma, ayato x reader (wc: 2,129) °｡⋆ thoma relationship w/ reader a bit interdependent, swearing, fluff, banter note: omg yes i love this idea!! also yes you could be 🍁 anon!! and you'd be my vv first anon so omg yay welcome!!! and hope you enjoy ^^ (also chose thoma and ayato bc of those school uniform collab thing, it was what first came to mind)

ayato ♡

you could not ignore his presence the moment he entered the room. it was as if the mere presence of him warranted trumpets.

you were either enamored by him or scared to make even the slightest eye contact with him; his reputation as a wealthy heir and supposed poised nature preceded him.

you were in a rare minority though, that minority being almost infuriatingly annoyed with how everyone treated him like a prince. you didn’t care about him for the most part, but it was annoying to hear his name in every conversation right before class started.

that was, of course, he was randomly assigned to be your partner for a term long project.

“hmm, i don’t believe we’ve been acquainted. kamisato ayato, and you?”

oh brother, this guy stinks (/j) but all those inner thoughts you’ve had making fun of him were quickly meeting its end.

he was polite enough; teased you a bit, but nothing you couldn’t handle. it was actually fun to see his reaction to you teasing him back.

“you know, i believe you’re the first person to call me a piece of shit… well to my face at least.”

he was more self-aware than you thought, good company too. he seemed to be a bit more of himself around you too, and you appreciated that.

your friendship went way beyond just study sessions and meetings, opting to hangout just because you liked each other’s presence, isn’t that neat?

eventually, he’d also open up more emotionally. telling you his woes, the pressure of being the heir to the kamisato business, caring for his younger sisters, and of course, general university/college student stress.

you heard him out every time, and always knew how to help him get out of his head.

“wanna come over and cry it out over som–” “yes.”

you had realized it when he slept over one night, he had fallen asleep on your lap, snoring quietly. you were gently stroking his cheek, admiring his soft skin, how kissable his lips were.

kissable lips? now, wanting to kiss them could imply a multitude of things, but that coupled with how much you cared for him, and the way your heart fluttered around his small acts of appreciation… you had fallen in love with him, hard.

after that “small” epiphany, you tried to bury it down, down deep in the recesses of your mind.

everyone must’ve had at least a moment in which they thought they were in love with a dear friend, right?

that was what you told yourself everyday for the past two months.

you tried to keep it buried, but the pounding of your heart only got stronger each time you were left alone with him. at nights, your thoughts would linger on what it would be like to take him out to dinner, send cute couple texts, and all of those domestic activities.

but for now, you could only stay where you were, a friend and a partner (in class).

it was valentine’s day, and you both were stuck in the library trying to make some progress on your term project. it’s not like you had any better plans anyways, you’re just hoping ayato didn’t mind.

“what about this journal? it correlates with our topic.”

he sends you a link of the article in question and you skim through it; ayato is watching intently for any sort of response. you hum in approval, looking up at him from your laptop.

“i think we can use it, yeah. honestly, i just want this done with… and anyways, we can just do improvements on the final stretch.” you sigh a little, thinking of all the work left to do after this particular stage of the project. he raises an eyebrow with an all-knowing smirk.

“hmm? why in a rush? you have a valentine’s date perhaps?” you shut your laptop, sighing even more dramatically. “okay, one, you know i’m a loser, and two, maybe i'm just tired, dumbass.” ayato giggles at your misery, cleaning up his own things.

“you’re not a complete loser, despite what you might think.” he mumbles almost inaudibly, but you certainly heard it. it takes you aback and sets your heart ablaze, sure, but you shrug it off and try changing the topic.

“what about you? you surely must have some event at the very least. aren’t you part of like three different organizations?”

he shakes his head, picking up his bag. “ok yes, but i actually don’t really care for the holiday that much. it's just an excuse for couples to show off, is it not?” now, that elicits a chuckle from you. “aw, really? maybe you’re just bitter you don’t have anyone to spend it with.”

he stops dead in his tracks, looking up at you; he’s rolling his eyes, and you’re laughing at your successful attempt in throwing him off.

“oh, whatever. it’s not like you have anyone either.”

“yeah, but at least i’m not the valentine’s equivalent of the grinch”

“hey! i never said–”

you both earn a shush from another nearby table, stopping your little squabble. you both decide to leave the area before continuing your conversation any further. once you’re both out, ayato takes the chance to continue what he was saying.

“as i was saying, i don’t detest the idea of love itself. i just see no point in celebrating such a holiday when you could be showing your lover how much you love them everyday.”

he had a point, and it was actually pretty poetic and romantic.

“okay, well that’s besides the point, valentine’s day is still a pretty cute excuse to go all out.” you swoon, thinking up the most romantic scenarios. a subtle smile rests on ayato’s face before he playfully shakes his head. “to each their own, i guess. just know that if it were me, i’d never let a day go by in which you aren’t aware of how much i love you.”

…

freudian slip, he was distracted by your cute face and the way it lit up at the thought of romance. you smirked at the turn of events though.

“me?”

“i mean… yes. i-i do wish to treat you as s-such… but i didn’t mean for it to–”

“i like you too, ayato. i... i've been waiting to say that for a while now.”

“oh… really?”

“yes, now take me out! you said you would treat me as such did you not?"

thoma ♡

it was your first few days on campus, and you were overwhelmed by everything. so many people, new places, and you all by your lonesome.

you weren’t a sociable person and it was tiring, you felt your head pounding at the thought of all the ways every little thing could go wrong.

you sat alone at lunch, trying to handle your oncoming headache, when someone approached you from behind.

“hey, uh are you alright?”

you were stunned to say the least, and turning around to see him only intensified that surprise.

“oh, h-hi.”

he introduced himself as thoma, he had the sweetest, kindest, most sunshine filled smile you had ever laid eyes on; you felt comfortable in his friendly aura, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious talking to someone as gorgeous as him.

his eyes shined every time he chuckled, and you swooned in response, letting him steer the conversation away from your worrisome thoughts.

eventually, he was able to talk you into going to the uni’s clinic, and he made sure to stick by your side until he was sure you were in safe hands.

“now, i’ve got a class, but this isn’t goodbye, right? next time we meet, i hope to see you in a much better state.”

he was so… gr. you’d rather him the one taking care of you, cuddles, handholding, and all, but yes, you definitely wanted to see him again.

over time, you’d run into him more often, text him every now and then, even eat lunch together with his friends.

he was such a delight to be around, you had any question about events, rules, recommendations, literally whatever and he’d have the best advice.

you’d spend hours sharing stories and random opinions, you even found yourself skipping a class or two just to spend an extra hour with him.

he took care of you so well, but it was also a somewhat somber reminder that you were just a friend to him, someone he took care of. you definitely didn’t want him to see you as some sort of younger sibling.

that was when you took it upon yourself to really lean more into the uni life. you tried going to parties, joining clubs, even going on a few dates.

at this point, you weren’t so sure anymore if you were doing this for the experience or to run away from your feelings.

you found yourself blowing off hangouts with thoma in favor of some random frat party or blind date. even for lunch, you’d excuse yourself, saying you had to study or get some rest before your next class.

you couldn’t hold him off forever though, a simple text was all it took.

“we need to talk. meet you at that dog cafe by the flower shop in 30?”

“thoma?”

you looked like a corpse fresh out of the grave; your skin looked like it desperately needed some sun, and dark spots were evident under your tired eyes. thoma took your hand and guided you to a booth with some drinks and food. it was definitely tempting.

“we haven’t hung out in a while, i’m worried about you, you know?”

his frown hurt you like never before, but you knew it was only because of his concern. you took a seat across from him, slowly nodding.

“i know, i’m sorry. i’ve just been trying to expand my horizons? i don’t actually know anymore.” you sigh knowing you can’t even lie to him, he always sees things through. you took a sip of the drink he had ordered for you. he looked deep in thought before speaking up.

“then, why not talk to me about it? was it something i said? did you…” his voice is strained as he voices out the next words. “have you been making new friends?” there's an encouraging smile on his face, but you know it's only for show, for you.

“i tried, but no, not really. nobody compares to you, thoma.” your eyes meet his as you say his name. you didn’t mean to, but you wanted to be sincere. thoma, in return, blushed profusely, not expecting you to express such sentiments.

“ah, really?” the poor boy is trying to calm his racing heart and focus on you. “i– that’s nice to know that you think of me that way– n-not to say making new friends is bad! i just thought you had forgotten about me.”

“how could i? when all i could think about was coming back to you.”

“wait, what do you–”

“i like you, thoma. i love the way the light hits your face, i love how thoughtful you are about everyone, i love all the nonsensical conversations we’ve had. the only thing i hate about you is how much of an effect you have on me; how being away from you makes me sad, and being with you fills me with an uncontrollable rush of adrenaline… and, and even then, it's only my fault.”

your eyes closed shut the whole way, you can’t bear to see the pity on his face. you knew it was bad, you knew doom was imminent, but the only thing that hurt more than avoiding him was lying to him.

“i like you too… in that very same way, and i apologize if i ever made you feel like i didn't.” his hand slowly rested on top of yours from across the table. your eyes squinted slightly to see his face; there was a soft blush dusting his cheeks, and emerald eyes gazing back at you.

you slowly shake your head before replying. “you never did, you made me feel at home. i thought you’d only see me as some bothersome thing you had to care for, so i wanted to prove to you, and i guess myself, otherwise.”

his smile only widens, as he leans over the table to give you a kiss on the cheek. your eyes are fully open now, letting go of his hand to feel the warmth he left on your cheek.

“you were never a burden, if anything, my love for you sorta just overflowed that it manifested in those ways, me being a mother hen basically.” he chuckled, taking your hand in his. you nodded, focusing your gaze back on him.

“but now, i want you to trust me, let me love you, is that okay?”

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#thoma #ayato #thoma x reader #ayato x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact #fluff

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aziraphales-library · 3 years ago

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Thank you guys for all you do, this page has helped me find some of my all time favourite fics! Anyways I know this is spesific but do you have any human au fic that are like divorced dad kinda vibes, maybe where either Aziraphale or Crowley is Adam’s parent or smt idk they’re just really cute. Anywho thank you for all you do and sending good vibes for you all!!

I'd suggest checking our #kid fic tag as similar requests have been asked before.

More recs:

Half-Baked [M] by TawnyOwl95

Aziraphale just has to get some Christmas cupcakes done for the school bake sale.

His neighbor offering to help leads to all sorts of distractions.

Gay Divorce [M] by Joseph_Amadeus

Aziraphale and Crowley had divorced and now Aziraphale has second thoughts about it.

All I Want For Christmas [E] by NaroMoreau

It's been almost a year since Crowley's divorce and Warlock is having a rough time adjusting to the new landscape, the new people. America is quite different from England, after all. Which is the reason why Crowley had volunteered to be present for this Christmas party.

Warlock's favourite holiday.

He doesn't expect to get more than an earful of children's hubbub but life has other things in mind.

~Mod N

And some from me...

Give me a title, I'll give you my heart by NohaIjiachi (T)

Crowley blinked, and the man blinked back. The man currently holding a slipping, squirming Dog, a drenched, light blue shirt sticking to his chest and soft middle, and silver-y blond curls dripping all over the place above a pair of the most steely-azure eyes Crowley had ever seen.

Dog seemed to recognize him, because he stopped squirming and started wagging his tail, that went thump-thump-thump against the increasingly flustered looking man’s upper arm.

“Hey, Mr. Crowley!” Adam greeted cheerily, popping from behind the man and leaning against the door frame with a cheeky hand-wave. “We were just giving Dog a bath. What’s up?”

“Ngk,” Crowley replied, his brain currently in the clutches of what Crowley intimately called his ‘Useless-Pan-lizard-brain’.

Crazy Ineffable Thing (Called Love) by TawnyOwl95 (E)

“You’ve lost the children!”

“We’ve lost the children.”

“The children have been lost.”

Pepper Galadriel Moonchild-Fell does not want to be sent to live with her distant, career driven mother. Adam Crowley does not want to be shipped off to military school by his slightly satanic grandmother.

They both think that their fathers should stop being idiots and fall in love already.

No one is going to listen to a pair of eleven year olds though. A plan is required.

A plan that will throw their fathers together on a high-stakes rescue mission where they will be forced into dangerous, intimate proximity. They must rise to occasions, overcome bullshit and, oh my god, there will only be one bed to do it in!

Safe Haven by McRaider (T)

When Anthony Crowley stepped back into Aziraphale's life for the first time after eight long years missing, it became exceedingly clear with him came a world of trouble and heartache. But Aziraphale never could say no to his beloved Crowley. Can he help Crowley heal after a failed marriage, a gas-lighting ex-wife with an evil plan?

Mind the tags on this last one!

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #kid fic #divorce #single dads #mod n #mod d

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ciestessde · 6 years ago

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Behind the Curtain

“some smt: digital devil saga… perhaps it can be in a college au? the pairing is bat/harley, and i just want. soft. as much fluff as you can fit into nervous harley and whatever bat is doing.” - @emotional-support-lance

(OSW "unfamiliar w/ series" request type)

Bat would be damned if they just got to run their clubs without him. And he’d be damned if this stupid, dying, junkyard-of-a-college would keep him here another year just to get his revenge on them for kicking him out! Unfortunately for him, he was already damned: there was no way anyone would agree to let him into their clubs anymore. And as for trying to start his own -- HA! As if anyone would join a club run by him at this point. Everyone knew his reputation for backstabbing and, well… generally being a manipulative bastard.

Everyone except the new students. So when bright-eyed Harley came in excited to join the non-existent Drama Club, tried to start one when he heard there wasn’t one -- and became a nervous wreck when he heard what he’d have to do to run it… He thought he’d found the perfect pawn.

And he nearly was. Harley was decently charismatic, and a surprisingly good leader… When he wasn’t having a nervous breakdown. Like he did right before he was supposed to give their recruitment speech. Which they then ended up having to reschedule.

Bat knew this was going to be his last chance at this, and he would NOT lose again! He had to keep Harley calm -- improve his self-esteem somehow…

Bat led Harley to a small table. He thought he’d done a decent job for only having a few hours to set this up.

He’d needed a calm environment, so he reserved one of the many unused classrooms. It used to be an art room, so it came with actual tables, rather than just desks. There weren’t any other classes going on either, making it relatively quiet. He tried to minimize potential stimulation even more by using candles (rather than the glaring fluorescents) for lighting -- which were doubly useful by providing relaxing scents.

“Bat… What is this?” “It’s your preparation for your speech tonight! Now come on, sit down.” “I-... I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this.” “You want to run the Drama Club, don’t you? Well this-”

“-No, I don’t.” Bat faltered for a second. “I don’t want to run it. I just… want it to exist.” Harley pulled the chair out and sat down at the overly-dressed-up table. Bat kept his voice uplifting, “Well, you’re the best one to run it.” Harley scoffed, “Yeah right. I couldn’t even give a damn speech in front of, what? There were maybe ten people there?” “If you don’t, who will?” Harley winced -- then stared, head hanging, at the empty dark-blue tablecloth.

Sighing, Bat sat in the chair opposite him and set some plastic bags down on the floor. ‘Here goes everything.’ “You’re passionate. That’s rare. And that’s the most important thing when it comes to running a club in this place. It’s the only thing that can get and keep people in your club-” “-It’s stupid.” Harley looked up at him. “Making clubs compete with each other? I get there’s a tight budget, but it’s still stupid.” “It’s realistic.”

Bat’s eyes were hard. ‘Easy. Can’t scare him too bad…’

“College is about gaining the skills we’ll need in the real world, right? Well, entertainment is competitive. But that’s not the point right now -- the point is you being the best suited to run this club.” Harley turned his head sideways, staring at him, “You’re the one who’s going to run it, anyway. You promised-” “-To help you, yes. But YOU’RE the face of the Drama Club. No ones going to join a club with the creepy guy who literally got nicknamed ‘Bat’ for looking like a fucking vampire -- and NOT the hot, sexy kind.” Harley, for some reason, looked offended. “Hey! That’s not- !”

“But you? Are you kidding? You look like King Arthur became a supermodel.” Harley blushed -- but still looked like he wanted to slap Bat. Bat smiled. “You’ve read or watched something with ‘King Arthur,’ right? You’re an actor. So act.” Bat’s eyes gleamed, and he grinned in… well, a way that was supposed to be comforting, but he ended up looking more like a serial killer. “Act like a king -- and I’ll be Merlin, the one actually running things behind-the-scenes.” Harley still looked uncertain, but he didn’t say anything.

Leaning back in the plastic-and-metal chair and closing his eyes, Bat said, “You don’t have to make any big decisions. Promise. I’ll write your speeches, come up with ways to recruit members, etc. And you can focus on the fun things -- the plays and… whatever else a Drama Club does.” “And what about when you graduate?” Bat looked back at him. Harley was glaring slightly. “This is your last year here, right?”

Bat couldn’t quite keep a wince out of eyes. ‘Just play along.’ “What, you think I’m just going to abandon you? I made a prom-” “I’m not dumb.” He froze. “You really think I don’t know? About what you did to the Music Club. To ALL the clubs.” Bat couldn’t move. He’d hoped -- really believed -- he’d be able to establish a relationship with Harley before word got to him. That he’d be able to- “But it doesn’t matter. You are right.”

‘... Wait, what?’

“It is realistic. It’s still stupid, but it’s the same stupidity the real world works by, too.” Bat couldn’t help but stare at him. “So,” Harley was shaking slightly -- but he grinned at Bat. “I’ll make a deal with you. If you agree to keep helping me even after you graduate -- I don’t care if you use the Drama Club to get your revenge.” Bat was outright gaping at this point. Was he hearing him right?! “After all, we want the same thing: For our club to keep existing in this dying college. You, out of spite, and me… passion.”

There were a few moments of silence as Bat processed his words.

Harley was still shaking… But his gaze was determined. He was serious -- he really was willing to make this deal.

Finally… Bat grinned. “I wanted to leave this junk-college behind, but… I suppose…” He reached his hand out across the gaudy table. ��It’s a small price to pay.” They shook hands -- then Bat clapped his together. “If we keep talking like this, the chinese food will get cold!”

They ate their takeout chinese food, Bat blew out the candles-- -- and Harley gave the best speech of his life that night.

With Bat watching him from behind the curtain.

~~~~~

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