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Takumi Fujiwara with an Overly Complimentive Crush

a/n: Ugh I totally wanna get Takumi all flustered and tell him how cute and pretty he is omggg <3

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Takumi had always been a quiet, unassuming guy. He wasn’t the type to seek attention or brag about his skills, especially when it came to his incredible driving ability. Most of his classmates knew him as the reserved kid who worked at his dad’s tofu shop.

That was, until you came along.

You, the new girl in town who instantly gravitated towards him since the teacher sat you next to him in class, had called him cute. To his face.

He normally didn't care for his classmates other than Itsuki and maybe Mogi, but you had a way of grabbing his attention.

You were very pretty, with your bright eyes and gloss-coated lips that always smiled so sweetly at him.

He couldn't help but look away, unable to meet your gaze with how flustered you made him.

You were the bright, lively presence that had somehow found a way into Takumi’s everyday routine. From the moment you met, you had a knack for making him blush with your constant compliments.

“Hey, Takumi!” you called out as you spotted him near the school lockers. Your voice was always full of energy, like a ray of sunshine bursting through the morning haze.

Takumi turned, a bit startled, and gave a small, shy wave. “Oh, hey…”

“You look so cool today!” you gushed, eyes sparkling as you looked him up and down. “I swear, you could be a model with that effortless style of yours.”

Takumi felt his face flush, his usual calm demeanor cracking under your praise. “Uh, it’s just my uniform…”

You laughed, clearly enjoying how flustered he was. “Doesn’t matter what you wear; you always manage to look good! Seriously, you're such a pretty boy.”

Takumi scratched the back of his head, trying to hide how embarrassed he felt, but he knew his warm cheeks gave him away. “P-pretty…?”

You nodded enthusiastically, your smile never faltering. "Absolutely! And don't even get me started on how talented you are. The way you handle that 86...You're amazing, Takumi! Like, how do you do it?"

Takumi looked surprised. "You've...seen me race?"

He had no idea you've been showing up to every challenge he's had since you first overheard his friend Itsuki bragging about Takumi to all the guys in class.

Of course, you only had to ask the guy for him to basically ask you out to each race.

(You would always politely decline, but didn't let him know you would be showing up anyways.)

"Yup! The last one with the White Comet of Akagi was insanely tense! I was so happy when you won!" You beamed, cutely raising your arm as a cheer.

Takumi looked away, trying to keep his cool, but your overall adorableness was seriously getting to him. "I mean, I just... drive. It's nothing special."

You shook your head, stepping closer to him. "It's not 'just' driving. You're incredible. I’ve seen you race, and you make it look so easy. You’ve got real talent, Takumi."

He glanced up, meeting your eyes for a brief moment before looking away again, his heart racing. "Thanks," he mumbled, his voice barely audible. "But I'm really not that great."

You laughed softly, the sound like music to his ears. "You're way too humble. But that's one of the things I like about you. You're always so modest, even though you're amazing at what you do."

Takumi didn’t know how to respond. Your constant praise made him feel shy, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but appreciate how genuine you were. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention, but he found himself looking forward to your compliments, even if they left him blushing every time.

You squealed, resisting the urge to reach over and smooch his bright red cheek. "I'm totally in love with you, Takumi! Seriously, if anyone else liked you, I'd be totally jealous!"

Takumi, flushed and speechless, didn't have time to process your blatant confession before it was time for class.

You gave him a wave before turning around and skipping away to your next class, leaving him absolutely flabbergasted.

He reached up and covered his face, turning to hide his face in the wall.

What were you doing to him...?

A few days later, you were waiting outside Takumi's classroom, your usual spot after school. It had become something of a routine for you to wait for him so you could walk home together. You were flipping through a manga, humming to yourself, when you felt someone approach.

"Hey there," a voice said, drawing your attention. You looked up to see an upperclassman you've never talked to before standing in front of you, a confident grin on his face. "Waiting for someone?"

"Yeah, just a friend," you replied with a polite smile, not wanting to be rude.

"Friend, huh? Must be lucky to have a girl like you waiting for him," he said, his tone turning a bit more flirtatious. "So, what are you up to this weekend? Maybe we could hang out?"

You were about to respond when you saw Takumi walking out of the classroom, his expression shifting the moment he spotted the guy talking to you. His usually calm demeanor darkened slightly as he took in the scene, his steps slowing as he approached.

You noticed Takumi's change in expression and immediately felt a bit worried, but also excited. You knew how shy and reserved he was, and seeing this total switch in his personality made your heart race.

Especially since it was so obvious he was jealous.

"Actually, I’ve got plans," you said, your voice hiking in pitch as you watched Takumi get closer.

"Really? What kind of plans?" the guy pressed, clearly not taking the hint.

Before you could answer, Takumi stepped up beside you, his presence making your face turn red.

"Hey," he said, his voice calm but carrying an edge. "Ready to go?"

The guy blinked, taken aback by Takumi’s sudden appearance. "Oh, hey, Fujiwara. I didn’t realize you two were, you know…" His voice trailed off, his flirtatious demeanor faltering.

"Yeah, we’re close," Takumi said, his tone neutral but his gaze steady. He wasn’t one to pick fights, but the way this guy had been talking to you had gotten under his skin.

You could sense the tension, and quickly stepped in, smiling up at Takumi. "Yup, we were just about to head out. Thanks for waiting, Takumi."

The guy hesitated, clearly not wanting to push further. "Alright, well, see you around," he said, trying to play it off casually before walking away.

As soon as he was out of sight, you turned to Takumi, a sly smile curled on your lips.

"Takumi," you sang, stepping closer to him. "Were you jea-lous?" You teased, wiggling your eyebrows.

The brunette pursed his lips and looked away, refusing to look you in the eyes as his cheeks pinkened. "..."

You gasped and practically had stars in your eyes. "Really?! Ohmygosh, that makes me so so happy!" You squealed, jumping in place with excitement.

You heard Takumi sigh before feeling someone grasp your hand. You stopped jumped and looked down, surprised to see his hand holding yours.

You looked up, only to see Takumi's flustered face as he furrowed his brows.

"Calm down, you're being embarrassing..." he mumbled before beginning to walk down the hall, tugging on your hand. "Well? Let's go. I'll buy you something from the convenience store on the way home."

You stood in shock for a moment before utter joy spread across your face.

"O-kay!" You chirped, a skip in your step as you began to walk alongside him, interlocking your fingers together.

"You're so cute when you're jealous!"

"...Whatever"

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He's so stupid in a clever way I love himmm-

I’m still a little confused about the world and everything but imma leave this here just in case I do this right

I LOVE YOU RYUSUI IMMA MARRY YOU I LOVE YOU SO MUCH🩷💕🫶😭🥹😩🩷🩷💕🥰🥰😍😍😍

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guys this may sound stupid but i always thought the song was night ON fire not night OF fire. Am i crazy??? Am i stupid??? Like am i a fake fan??????????

Repost if you like Hajime no ippo

I know this is a boxing anime, but like Ippo is so cute. 

Level of respect a class of teens I have to teach art to have for me when I walk in: 0%

Level of respect after I draw sasuke from memory on the whiteboard: beyond anything you could possibly imagine

The Family Meet and Greet

Damian Wayne x Reader

Request/Summary: Hey hun! I wanted to send in a request for Damian Wayne x reader. Maybe reader being introduced to the family/the family finding out about them?

A/n: Honestly I can’t tell if the picture is Tim or Damian.

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Damian is a pretty private person and doesn’t intend to do an awkward meet and greet with his beloved girlfriend.

He knew that all of his family members would find out one way or another anyway.

Dick Grayson:

It wouldn’t take a genius detective to know that Damian is asking for advice for his love life.

Damian sits in his hero costume, hunched over as his legs dangle over the side of the building. His eyes evade Dicks, a red hue spreading across the tips of his ears.

A soft smile embellishes Dicks lips as he sees his younger brother whom is typically egocentric, now looking timid and shy for the first time ever.

“So my friend started seeing someone recently and he had this dilemma on if he should keep seeing her or not because on one hand he has all this baggage he doesn’t want to burden her with and on the other hand he just can’t bring himself to break things off with her.”

“So this girl your seeing-“ Damian’s eyes bulge, snapping his neck towards Dick, acting too defensively.

“Ugh, are you not listening Grayson? I said it’s about my friend.”

“Right, right, I forgot. My bad…” Dick think’s carefully on his words. “Sounds like your friend is a classic over-thinker. Relationships are far from logical, it’s all based on feelings. It might be hard for your friend, but just enjoy it for what it is.” Damian sits and stares off over the Gotham skyline looking unconvinced. “Look Dames, there is no right answer. Just do what feels right.”

Leaning back into his palms he stares in amusement at his beloved younger brother continues pining in anguish.

“So… how long do we keep pretending that we aren’t talking about you? Can I see a picture?” Damian rolls his eyes with a sigh, sliding his phone out of his pocket, he taps on the screen silently before shoving his phone into Dicks hands.

There laid the image a happy couple. Damian’s arms wrapped around your shoulder. The dark city filtering behind the brightly lit couple, forever captured in permanent laughter.

Dick, initially keen to tease the cheesy photo before him, now silent in pure aw to see the genuine smile, Damian’s eyes lit in adoration.

“Do not tell anyone Grayson. I will share the news when I am ready.”

Tim Drake:

The little rat has been acting rather odd.

Tim tried talking about it to Dick but he just kept evading his questions by pathetically redirecting his attention with someone else’s random drama.

They’re both acting weird and secretive, and there is no way Tim is going to be kept out of such an intriguing mystery.

Usually Tim would just stalk his targets, but this is Damian we are talking about. It is incredibly difficult, if not impossible to track Damian without him noticing. Starting with Damian’s social media, Tim pin points all of the photo locations and begins to visit each site one at a time. He hacks the local cameras and reviews the footage from around the date the photo was uploaded.

Low and behold, footage of Damian smooshing his face into another ladies face….

Whelp, Tim was certainly not expecting to see such a DISGUSTING display of affection. YUCK.

He didn’t even know the rat could even feel those types of feelings.

Tim, now laying on his bed cuddled up to a pillow is looking… traumatised.

Sometimes, it’s better just not to know.

Barbara Gordon

No freaking way.

Barbara could not believe her very eyes.

When completing a Internet background check on the Wayne family to scrub any suspicious allegations or accusations, Babs found the Holy Grail of finds.

An account with a mysterious woman with months worth of photos with the Wayne’s local angsty brat, Damian Freaking Wayne.

When completing a generic photo match search. Lovey, dovey poses with Damian and a girl by the name Y/n flashed up on the screen.

This is juicy! To tell Bruce or not to tell Bruce, that is the question.

Jason Todd

Disgusting. Absolutely foul.

It’s a random Tuesday evening when Jason jumps roof tops only to discover a couple making out all hot and heavy.

Their bodies tangling together as the man rips his shirt off. The girl sliding her hands along his abdomen before landing on his belt buckle.

The man then slides his hands from the back of her neck to her ass, giving it a needy grope before sliding his hands to the back of her thighs, lifting the woman with ease and pressing her against the wall.

This is hilarious, they have no idea Gothams most infamous Vigilante has caught them about to get down and dirty on Gothams roof top.

Jason sat down and ate his figurative pop-corn in humourous delight, until his eyes adjust.

“Ain’t no FUCKING way!” Jason yells, humours delight now churning into a disturbed nausea. He swallowed the bile raising up in his throat.

Pulling out his phone he calls Damian. Panting breaths filter through the phone, only furthering Jason’s disgust.

“What?! I’m in the middle of-“

“I know what your in the middle of you sick bastard! Take it indoors!” The line goes quite for just a moment. “Little freak, your family patrols the roof tops you know, ugh, I can’t - I’m having a flash back to Selina and Bru- ugh I’m gonna vomit.”

Duke

“Finally!” Duke announces, hoping over the back of the couch and sprawling out on the soft cushions of the plush couch. Without a second to spare Duke switches the TV on to watch the latest episode of his favourite show.

“Thomas-“

“No talking!” Duke wholesomely announces, crossing his arms over his chest.

“My phone… forget it.” Damian grumbles, seeing Dukes eyes glued to the TV. Squishing further into the cushions, Duke feels the uncomfortable poke of a hard object pressing into his rib.

Wrenching the wretched object from its place, Duke holds a phone. His haphazard fingers pressing into the screen which lights up and shows the text of a person named Y/n.

Y/n: Can’t wait for our date tonight, I miss your handsome face xx

Dukes cheeks heats up, seeing a private message he shouldn’t have seen. Damian is incredibly private and may murder Duke for accidentally learning something he wasn’t suppose to.

Wiping any evidence of his fingers touching the phone Duke places the phone back between the cushions.

Best if he just abandons his show for now for a tactical retreat.

Bruce Wayne

God, why are his kids so weird?

Seriously? Out of all 20 of them, not a single one was normal…

Sitting at the head of the dinner table, he watches his children talk amoungst themselves in weird cryptic speeches.

“Do you know what I know?” Tim asks intensely, the broccoli wedged on his fork, pointing at Dick, who stares back wide-eyed.

“I don’t know anything … why what do you know?” Dick says scanning the rest of the room to see if they somehow knew what Dick was referring to.

“I can’t share what I know, but just know it. Is. Juicy.” Babs announces with a sly and taunting grin.

“I don’t know anything, I didn’t even want to see it. Oh god, I’m feeling queasy.” Jason says crossing his arms over his stomach.

“IDidntSeeAnythingEither.” Duke announces quickly, and begins to quickly Hoover his dinner.

Damian sighs, massaging his temples at his idiotic siblings.

“So I take it that you have all found out about Y/n?” Bruce asks calmly, slowly sawing into the plump steak on his plate.

The room falls dead silent as all heads turn towards Bruce, surprised that he knew and surprised that he had the guts to say what everyone else was thinking.

“Father, how do you know about Y/n?”

“… I’m Batman.”