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Friendly Lies

A/N: This is my first post/story, I’ve written before on Wattpad but never committed to writing but I feel like this is something I can actually commit too. Let me know any NCIS requests and I’m hoping to open up my writing to other fandoms soon too. This is definitely a testament to my ability to yap. Apologies for any mistakes :)

Also, I know the timelines probably don’t match up in terms of Gibbs knowing Tobias etc and Tobias having another daughter, or maybe they do, I don’t know but I thought it was a fun idea so belief will just have to be suspended. ;)

NCIS y/n fanfic, slight y/n x tony dinozzo, tony dinozzo x reader

Word count: 1969

Summary: Fornell’s daughter, Gibbs' Goddaughter, is an FBI agent working a case with her father and Godfather and decides to help get her dad to leave McGee alone after he found him asleep on the sofa with his ex-wife (I loved that episode so much) at Tony’s expense.

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You’d only known Tim, Tony and Ziva for a few weeks but already you knew you’d be great friends. After only knowing them for 5 minutes the day you ended up sharing a case with both your father and godfather, you were making plans to hang out with them. Your godfather, or your Uncle Gibbs as you preferred to call him, was of course more than happy to see you and be working with you, although the protective dad act from the NCIS and FBI agents had driven you slightly insane. Although you loved the rare times when you and your father shared an FBI case, that time had made you nearly want to quit, which had driven you straight to Gibbs’ team, who were more than welcoming and friendly to you.

Now, you sat on Ziva’s desk, chatting to her and McGee while your father and godfather interrogated a suspect and Tony watched.

‘And that’s why your dad hates me’, concluded McGee after explaining to you what he described as the ‘incident’ between your dad and his ex-wife Diane.  Both you and Ziva had been laughing the entire time he told the story.

‘I’m sure he doesn’t hate you, Tim’, you smiled at him ‘he’s only mentioned it a few times.’

‘A few?’ Tim asked in horror, causing Ziva to snort in laughter. This topic had taken up a good 20 minutes and it had clearly been playing on his mind for a long time before that.

‘Look if you want me to talk to him I can’ you offered, trying to ease Tim’s obvious panic, but your offer only seemed to send McGee into a further state of pure anxiety.

‘No, absolutely not, that would only add to it.’ He spoke moving his chair slightly as it was currently situated next to Ziva’s desk where you were congregated. As Tim moved you gaze shifted to DiNozzo’s desk and an idea popped into your head.

‘McGee, I’m sure y/n’s right, Fornell can’t be holding on to a grudge for that long.’

‘He brings it up every time we see him!’ Tim insisted.

‘Hang on’ you quickly said jumping up from Ziva’s desk and captivating both agent’s attention, ‘I think I know how to get my dad to forget about you and Diane.’

‘First of all there was no me and Diane’ Tim quickly insisted, causing the pair of female agents to roll their eyes as they failed to hold in their laughs ‘But what’s the idea because I will do anything to make him stop bringing it up?’. Both agents’ gazes were fixed on you as you moved from Ziva’s desk to sit on Tonys.

‘Oh you wouldn’t have to do anything McGee, it would be all me’, you smirked as the two agents watched eagerly, ‘this isn’t entirely selfless though, remember when Tony told Gibbs and my dad that I’d been sleeping with an NCIS agent to try and piss them off? And it took me weeks to convince them he was just trying to mess with me and them?’, the two NCIS agents nodded, smirks growing on their faces as they pieced together what you were planning to do, ‘well I think it’s time I get Tony back for that, don’t you?’.

Just as you said this your father and Gibbs reappeared into the room and as they did, you got up from Tony’s desk and made a beeline for them, meeting them just in front of Gibbs’ desk.

‘Dad, Uncle Gibbs I need to talk to you’ you said, grabbing their attention in the most serious and anxious voice you could muster, grabbing one of their hands in each of yours, ‘I know this is really important and I want to be honest with you both’ you took a deep breath to highlight your nervousness. At this point you had captured your father’s and Godfather’s attention, squeezing their hands as you raised your eyes to meet theirs you finally said, ‘I’m pregnant.’

Now Ziva and Tim were clearly shocked and impressed by your lies, hiding their laughter surprisingly well and instead adorning looks of shock and intrigue. Your father and godfather on the other hand, with hands still held by yours, were looking at you with such pure shock your father had turned slightly white. Before they could even utter a word, you quickly continued, ‘and its Tony’s’.

At this revelation, McGee and Ziva quickly turned so that Gibbs and Fornell couldn’t see the laughter that was daring to burst out. The silence was quickly broken by a synchronised ‘WHAT?’ from the two men who held your hands. Their gazes had turned harsher, but you knew that if you wanted this to have the best effect you had to really milk it.

‘I know we haven’t known each other long’ you stated looking them both in the eyes, but were quickly interrupted by your father half shouting, ‘How did this happen?’, quickly followed by Gibbs’ ‘I’m sorry what?!’

Before you could think of an answer though everyone’s attention was diverted in the sound of a voice, Tony’s voice, ‘hey boss. Fornell.  You look like you’ve seen a ghost, what did y/n do? Tell you she’s pregnant? I told you she was sleeping with an NCIS agent.’, as he Tony laughed at his own joke, Tony sauntered towards his desk, but only for a second before Fornell was on him, pinning him to the wall. Tony’s face quickly shifted to panic and confusion, his eyes scanning the room.

‘You got my daughter pregnant!’, Fornell shouted.

‘What? No’ DiNozzo squeaked out as Gibbs removed Fornell from him, freeing him from the wall. You quickly shifted your eyes to where Tim and Ziva were still at Ziva’s desk, attempting to contain their laughter. You knew you didn’t have long before the two of them blew the prank, but you also knew that the damage would be done soon enough and you would have got Tony back and your dad would definitely forget about finding McGee and Diane on the sofa asleep together.

Suddenly Tony rushed over to you seeking some sort of explanation or help but before he could squeak out another word, you grabbed his arm hugging it slightly and turning the pair of you to face Gibbs and Tobias.

‘Me and Tony are in love, dad, you can’t stop our love’ but as you got to the end of your sentence McGee and Ziva had burst into full belly laughter, causing you too to crack and lean on Tony as you couldn’t stop laughing. As the three of you continued to laugh, Gibbs only rolled his eyes at your antics, shaking his head slightly and letting out a slight chuckle. He knew that DiNozzo had told Tobias that you were sleeping with someone at the agency to piss him off and he also knew that your dad had practically become a helicopter parent for a week after he had done so.

As Gibbs moved back towards his desk, you patted tony on the chest before calming yourself enough to say, ‘you should have seen your face’. Quickly, McGee walked behind you both to return to his desk, slapping Tony on the back as he continued to laugh at Tony’s expense. He stopped by your side quickly whispering to you how he was now free from any comments about Diane. Your gaze then shifted to your father who still stood in front of you both, surprisingly quite but glaring at you both.

‘Gotta keep you young dad.’ You smiled at him, kissing his check and moving back to Ziva’s desk, the pair of you still giggling and smiling. Your dad however, kept his gaze on Tony, glowering at him, as Tony seemed to continue to shrink under his glare, still looking stunned and scared. Finally his gaze shifted as Gibbs called him telling him to go down to autopsy to see Abby with him.

At first he didn’t move, continuing to stare, before finally moving when he heard his name shouted by Gibbs. ‘I still don’t trust you DiNozzo.’ Tobias said, finally moving towards Gibbs’ desk, his gaze remaining on Tony until they were out of site.

At this point you, McGee and Ziva all began to laugh again with the same force you did when your dad had pinned Tony to the wall.

‘I did not think you would take it that far’ commented Ziva, ‘I admire your commitment’. You smiled at her amongst the laughter but couldn’t respond as tony too moved towards Ziva’s desk, where McGee had now joined you and began to stare at you all.

‘Not funny guys, I thought I was going to die!’, Tony’s statement only caused more laughter though, as his hand reached his neck, fiddling with his shirt collar even though your father had only grabbed his shoulders. Finally you spoke through the laughter, ‘I told you I was going to get you back Tony and McGee needed by dad to lay off him about the whole thing with my ex stepmother, so really I was just helping a friend’ you smiled a sickly sweet smile at him before the phone at his desk began to ring causing Tony to quickly scurry over to his desk, grabbing the phone before answering.

‘Yes boss?’ he questioned into the phone, as you high fived Tim and Ziva, ‘right away boss’, followed by him quickly grabbing his things after he put down the phone. ‘Gibbs says Abby’s matched the ballistics from the gun, wants me and Y/N to bring in the suspect.’ He stated as he continued to gather his stuff. As you listened, you quickly grabbed your bag that was sat next to Gibbs’ desk, but before you could leave Gibbs and your father returned, arguing as they walked.

‘I’ll go with DiNozzo Gibbs’ your dad argued, his gaze landing on Tony, at which point Tony swallowed.

‘No you’re not’, Gibbs deadpanned.

‘Then, I’ll go with them both’ he stated as he moved towards the pair now standing together with their bags, but not before Gibbs grabbed his shoulder directing him towards the director’s office and repeating ‘No you’re not’.

As you and Tony turned and began to walk towards the elevator, he quickly began to argue with you. ‘You know your dad is going to kill me, right?’ he questioned as you pressed the elevator button, your gaze shifting to him.

‘No he won’t’ you dismissed, ‘but he won’t trust you for a while, just like how he’s been hovering over me for weeks after you told him I was secretly sleeping with someone at your office, or like how he constantly brings up that time he found Diane and McGee together asleep. I guess it’s just time for you to get a taste of what we’ve been putting up with for years now.’ You smirked as the elevator reached your floor and you stepped inside, turning slightly as you watched Tony’s face change from looking like he was about to argue, to just giving up.

‘You know’, he turned to look at you, smirking, fully grasping your attention, ‘if you were to sleep with anyone in this office, I’d be the perfect guy. You’ve already told your dad and although he’ll keep glaring at me and probably wanting to kill me, he’d never suspect that we were actually sleeping together.’ He said, waggling his eyebrows at you as you chuckled, and he reciprocated your laughter.

As the elevator doors, reopened on the ground floor, you turned away from Tony, shaking your head slightly and rolling your eyes , before simply stating, ‘In your dreams DiNozzo’ before walking out of the elevator, not missing Tony’s whispered reply, ‘oh you bet’, before he followed you out to find your suspect.

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revenge kiss

pairing: coworker! tony dinozzo x reader

summary: sometimes the only way to get revenge on your asshole boyfriend is to make out with your coworker

word count: 2.4k

“You’re in a good mood, Tony.” You said, as you watched Tony practically skip to his desk. He looked over at you and shot you his signature wink. “I’m always in a good mood when I’m around you,” he jokingly flirted. You laughed off his workplace flirting. You’d come to expect it after working with him for five years.

“While I am a delight, you seem more energetic than normal.” You explained. He shrugged while setting his backpack down behind his desk. He made his way towards your desk and sat on the side of it.

“Maybe because tonight is the annual NCIS rager, and I finally convinced the whole team to go. Which you’re not allowed to back out of, by the way.” He told you, making sure you didn’t bail like the last four times.

“No, I know. A promise is a promise. Pete and I will be there. But to be fair, it’s basically an overcompensated mixer at a random agent’s house. But I will be there because I promised you I would.” You told him. Pete was another NCIS agent that you had been dating for the last four months.

“That sounds like I owe you,” Tony noticed.

“That is correct. You owe me big time. I’m not saving your ass from Gibbs until you make it up to me.” You told him. Tony chuckled to himself, knowing just how often you saved him from Gibbs’ wrath.

“Just say the word, and I’ll make it up to you right now, if you want.” He whispered, sending you a wink. You just giggled to yourself. “An intriguing offer. I’ll think about it, Dinozzo.” You teased.

He stood up and returned to his own desk. “You know where to find me,” he teased, sitting down.

You both made it through the rest of the day. Your shifts were about to be over, but Gibbs was interrogating a suspect and needed evidence before the FBI showed up to transfer him.

“Alright, baby, you ready to leave?” Pete asked, walking towards your desk as you, Tony, and McGee were furiously typing. “Not right now,” you mumbled, trying to stay focused.

“We have to leave for that party.” Pete reminded you.

“I know that. We have 10 minutes to get Gibbs the evidence he needs before the FBI shows up. So be patient,” you snapped at him.

Across the squad room, you saw Tony smirk to himself as you put Pete in his place. Tony didn’t love Pete. Pete was impatient and wasn’t always friendly with the other agents. Tony had disliked him way before you two starting dating.

After a few minutes of silence, Pete was growing more impatient. “Okay, c’mon, baby,” Pete rushed you.

Before you could say anything, Tony butted in. “Pete, my guy, stop acting like an asshole. Unlike you, we’re actually doing our jobs. So, unless you’re gonna help, leave her alone.” Tony told him.

Pete was left stunned that Tony didn’t stay out of it. Pete sulked away, going to wait in the break room.

“Thank you,” you said, giving Tony a smile. He nodded his head.

“You did say I owed you,” Tony teased, making you roll your eyes.

Tony’s phone rang, causing you all to jump. “Dinozzo,” he quickly answered the phone.

There a few seconds of silence and then “alright,” and Tony hung up the phone. “FBI’s in the lobby. You almost got those coordinates, McGee?” Tony asked.

“Ten seconds,” McGee called out. If it was possible, McGee started typing faster. “Oh, and Tony?” You said.

“Yes?” He asked, quickly glancing up at you. “That doesn’t count as your favor. Nice try,” you corrected him.

“I don’t know what you mean. I still got my mind on making it up to you that other way.” He said, winking at you again.

“I got it. We’re good.” McGee announced. You all sighed and leaned back from your computers. “Wait…what’re you guys talking about?” McGee asked, questioning Tony’s previous comment.

“Timmy, the adults were talking. We’ll tell you when you’re older.” Tony teased. You choked on your water and tried to not spit it everywhere.

“Don’t let Pete hear you, Tony. Not everyone gets your strange sense of humor.” McGee told him as you left to get Pete from the break room.

You all went home to get ready for the party. Tony had offered to be the designated driver for you, Pete, McGee, and Ziva. So, at 7:30pm, you heard a knock on your door.

“Pete, they’re here.” You called out, waiting for Pete to grab his phone and wallet.

You swung the door open and saw Tony standing outside. You watched Tony’s eyes look you up and down. “You always clean up real nice,” he complimented you.

“Thank you, Tony,” you said, giving him a quick hug.

“C’mon, Pete, let’s go. Have you seen how nice your girlfriend looks? You do not want her to go to this party without you.” Tony yelled into your apartment, rushing Pete.

You lightly smacked Tony’s arm. “Tony, shut up. Pete’s gonna be pissed at you.” You whispered yelled at him. He chuckled and shrugged.

Pete came rushing out of your apartment. “You wanna stop hitting on my girlfriend, Dinozzo?” Pete snapped, forcefully pulling you into his side.

“Tony’s just kidding. It’s fine,” you assured him as you all headed to the car. Pete opened your door for you and let you slide into the middle seat, next to McGee. Ziva was in the front, and then Pete sat next to you.

“Hi, Ziva. You look amazing.” You complimented her. She quickly thanked you and you said hi to McGee.

You opened your phone and sent Ziva a text: “Tony and Pete are already getting on each other’s nerves. It’s gonna be a long night. Gonna have to keep them separated.”

You watched her try to hide her laugh as she read your text. After a few seconds, your phone lit up with a response.

“You have all the men fighting over you. I hate to say it about poor Pete, but he deserves Tony making him feel a little jealous.” She responded.

After you got to the party, Pete wandered off to talk to some of the agents on his team. To be fair, Pete hung out with the four of you a lot, and it must have been tough to be the outsider. But he could have introduced you to his friends, instead of leaving you alone.

“Has he even introduced you to any of his friends?” McGee asked you, curiously. You shook your head, looking at the floor. The four of you headed to the bar.

“In all seriousness, if you want me to talk to him, I will. It feels like he’s not putting in a lot of effort.” Tony told you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and let you rest your head on him.

“He means well,” you defended Pete, even though sometimes you didn’t want to. “That doesn’t mean he can’t do better.” Ziva added, with a knowing glance.

The four of you stuck together for most of the night. You barely saw Pete. You had gotten a little tipsy after a while. Tony kept himself to one beer since he was the designated driver.

You all were listening to Ziva tell a funny story about her childhood when cheering erupted behind you.

You saw a big group of some of the single agents pulling out a board game. “What is that about?” You asked, looking over at Tony, who had a look of dread on his face.

“It’s a game some of the single guys made up. They mashed every high school party game together, you know, spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven. It’s normally just the single agents that are lonely.” Tony explained.

You all noticed Pete’s presence in the circle. “Then why is Pete there?” Ziva asked the question you were all thinking.

You stormed over towards him. Tony and Ziva followed behind you, sensing you might need backup.

“Pete? The hell? You’re seriously playing?” You asked him. He looked over his shoulder at you and shrugged. “It’s just a game, sweetheart.” He said, condescendingly.

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “Okay, then I’ll join you.” You said, sitting down beside him. Tony sat down next to you, trying to support you. Ziva would’ve rather died than kissed any of those guys, so she returned to stand with McGee.

Pete went first. The premise of the game involved spinning two wheels to pick what game you had to play and a person to play it with.

Pete spun both the wheels, completely unaware of the glare he was getting from you. It landed on spin the bottle and Grace, who was a new recruit at NCIS. She was barely 23 years old.

“You gotta be kidding me,” you mumbled to yourself. Tony patted your back, trying to calm you down. It didn’t work.

“You want me to say something?” Tony whispered. You simply shook your head. He could tell from the way your jaw was clenched that you were beyond pissed.

Pete walked over to the other side of the circle and kissed her. It was just a peck on the lips, but the fact that he was acting like a child made your blood boil.

You decided to go next to get back at Pete. You spun the wheels and waited to see what your revenge would be. It landed on seven minutes in heaven. The other spinner kept going, very slowly coming to a stop. It landed on Tony.

“You’re not actually gonna…” Pete started to ask you. You rolled your eyes. “It’s just a game, sweetheart,” you threw his previous words back in his face.

“We don’t have to do this to get back at him.” Tony whispered, trying to reason with you. He jokingly flirted with you all the time, but when it came to real boundaries, he wouldn’t do anything you weren’t okay with.

You stood up, grabbing Tony’s hands and pulling him to his feet. You grabbed his arm and pulled him behind you. “C’mon, Dinozzo,” you said, going over to the spare closet in the living room.

You opened the door and stepped inside. You caught a glimpse of Pete’s shocked face as you grabbed Tony by his collar and pulled him inside with you. Someone shut the door behind the two of you.

“You don’t have to go through with this if—” Tony started to tell you, but you interrupted him by pulling him towards you and kissing him.

His instincts took over since he’d always dreamed about what it’d be like to kiss you. He let his fingers rake through your hair as you furiously kissed him. You ran your fingers over his chest.

Tony pulled away, trying to put some space between the two of you. “What about Pete? We can’t…we shouldn’t,” he mumbled, trying to reason with you.

You shook your head, pulling him back towards you. “Me and Pete are over. He’s such a moron. Don’t worry about him,” you assured Tony. He didn’t kiss you yet.

“And you’re thinking straight and this isn’t the alcohol talking?” He double checked. You quickly nodded your head. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Why do you think Pete’s so jealous of you? He knew I had a little thing for you and you treat me better than he does.” You explained.

Just like that, Tony was back all over you. He grabbed your hips and pushed you against the wall. There was no space between you two. Your fingers fiddled with his shirt buttons, having a hard time unbuttoning them in the dark.

The years of unspoken feelings and long stakeouts had finally caught up to you both. You both couldn’t ignore the way that your eyes always lingered on each other.

“You look so gorgeous tonight, like a goddess,” Tony mumbled against your lips. His hands were back in your hair, cupping the back of your head. You couldn’t get his shirt off, so you left it on but unbuttoned.

You ran your fingers over his bare chest, noticing how he shivered under your touch. You pulled away so you could take a breath, and Tony wasted no time burying his face in your neck.

He started lightly sucking on your skin. A soft whimper came out of your lips, and you felt Tony’s hips buck against yours. “Sound like an angel,” he praised you.

You pulled him back up to kiss you. His tongue effortlessly slipped into your mouth.

You hiked one of your legs up around his waist. Tony picked up on the hint and grabbed the back of your thighs and picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

The door flew open. Both of you were too distracted to even notice.

“Times up, you asshole,” It was Pete, and he grabbed Tony by his arm and threw him out of the closet.

“Oh, but we were just starting to have a good time,” Tony whined, knowing exactly how to push Pete’s buttons. Tony knew he was yours now, so he had no reason to hold back around Pete.

Pete looked between the two of you, looking at Tony’s unbuttoned shirt and your smudged lipstick. Pete knew he had pissed you off, but he still didn’t expect to walk in on you making out with your coworker.

“What’s wrong, Petey? Thought it was just a game?” Tony asked, cocking his head to the side.

Pete pushed Tony backwards, his face turning red. “You think you can talk to me like that after you shoved your tongue down my girlfriend’s throat.” Pete yelled.

Tony looked around and shrugged. “She wasn’t exactly complaining,” Tony said, earning a giggle out of you.

“Fuck you, Dinozzo,” Pete yelled, swinging a punch at Tony, but Tony dodged it. You noticed the cocky smirk on Tony’s face, and you knew he was about to piss Pete off even more.

“I won’t have to, she’ll be doing that later,” he said, sending a wink towards you. Pete shoved Tony into the wall behind you. “You are a piece of shit, Dinozzo. You know that?” Pete asked him.

“Yeah, I’ve been told that before, but some people love it.” He said, looking over at you as you walked over towards them.

“Leave him alone, Pete.” You demanded. Pete scoffed, rolling his eyes. “You’re defending this douchebag? You’re my girlfriend,” Pete argued.

“Yeah, not anymore,” you said, grabbing Tony’s hand and pulling him towards the door. “Bye bye Petey,” Tony said, waving over his shoulder as you both left.

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❥ Comparing hand sizes - Part 1

Includes: Natsu, Gajeel, Sting, rouge, Wendy, Laxus, and Erik

Natsu

— Would love this. Natsu has bigger hands than you and would enjoy watching you put your hands together to compare their size. His hands are rough and calloused while yours are super soft. Natsu finds himself comparing your hands with his one night after you’ve done it. He doesn’t know why but it brings a smile to his face.

Gajeel

— Pretends not to notice that you do it and prefers on just holding your hand instead. He’s flustered that you even think to compare your hands. Like Natsu, Gajeel’s hands are a lot bigger than yours. He stares at you as well as you mess around with his hands. Twisting and turning your hands as you hold hands. Once in a while, he’ll ask you why you do it. He’ll never admit how cute he finds it.

Sting

— Does it before you, and catches you doing it when you two started dating. Sting doesn’t mind it and often does the same with you. Sting has some scars on his hands from fighting and wouldn’t mind talking about it with you. Especially as you compare your hands with his. He just finds it very adorable that you do things like this.

Rouge

— Doesn’t notice you doing it until he feels his hand being turned every direction. He sees you putting his hand up in the air while you do the same with yours. Rouge doesn’t say anything as he notices this is a habit for you. He does find it cute and somewhat amusing. He’ll never ask you the reason behind it but he’ll always be watching you do it.

Wendy

— Has never had anyone do this to her before. Her inquisitive eyes scan over you, your hands, and your face. She doesn’t know what to say so she just stays silent. Wendy is already embarrassed to hold hands with you in public so as you two wait on for your train - she sees you doing this. Wendy finds it awkward but soon finds herself doing it.

Laxus

— Finds it weird and funny. It’s something he would tease you for. Why does it matter if his hands are bigger than yours? He’ll let you do your own thing. He doesn’t mind you comparing his hands with yours. He’ll glance at you a couple of times but never stare at you. Finds it cute how you look at his hands in awe as you start comparing them.

Erik

— Erik has thought of your smaller figure but he’s never compared you two. Yes, he doesn’t mind you doing this. Weird couple thing is what he calls it. He doesn’t mind it and you enjoy doing it. He’ll never admit he was watching you do it, you’ll catch him in that act eventually. Finds himself comparing your hands to his after you’ve fallen asleep on his lap.

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Bright Ray of Sunshine

Summary: Reader has had a bad day but it’s soon remedied by their bright ray of sunshine named Sting.

TW/CW: Sting Eucliffe x Reader. Fluff, I think?

Requested?: Yes, a lovely Anon said, “hi there! do you mind if i request prompt #18 with sting eucliffe (fairy tail) and his s/o (gender neutral if you dont mind) dont worry if you dont want to do it or about doing it quickly :) have a good day!”

Word Count: 634

A/N: I have a huge soft spot for Sting. He really gives me like chaos but also cuddly vibes? Idk I just really think he’s great lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this short but sweet read! Requests are open and as always love to all!

Prompt: Person A has had a horrible day and is in the worst mood possible. When they see Person B, Person A says, “Don’t do it. Don’t you dare do it,” and all Person B has to do is smile and Person A can’t help but smile back because of how much they love Person B and their stupid smile.

Your POV     I make my way over to the bar and plop down as I ask Yukino for a drink. She wanders off to retrieve my requested beverage just as Rogue, Rufus, and Orga join me. Noticing that I seem gloomy, Rufus and Orga attempt to make me laugh but only end up bickering between themselves. Rogue shakes his head at the two as he looks to me, “He’s in his office if you want to go see him. While you’re in there maybe you can convince him to do some of his paperwork.” I say nothing and instead take a sip of my drink once Yukino places it in front of me and thank her. I stay seated there for a good while, so long in fact that Rufus and Orga get bored and wander off soon followed by Rogue who claims he needs to go check on something.  

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Random Dragon Slayers + Relationship Headcanons:

i don’t even have an excuse just have some random (soft) headcanons of the dragon slayers in a relationship. written with a fem s/o in mind but most of it can be read as gn!

NATSU:

not overly bothered about pda but little signs of affection like his arm around your waist are common occurrences

hugs from behind!! natsu would be pretty big on wrapping his arms around you, resting his chin on your head… and then kinda just slouching on you

it’s cute until you end up dragging him home after a quest

his cuddles are one of the safest places you’ve ever been, but also start to feel like an active volcano pretty quick

yeah the human heater kinda forgets that he generates enough heat to warm the entirety of magnolia

and you definitely suffer for it the most

GAJEEL:

ok so NOT a massive pda kinda guy, but he’ll do something awkwardly cute every now and then like rest his arm on your head or lean on you casually

tries super hard not to smother you but is still in instant Protect Mode™ whenever any form of danger so much as breathes your way

is 100% guilty of glancing at you and then forgetting to look away

like he didn’t mean to be creepy but suddenly he’s staring at you bc you’re easily the most attractive person he’s ever seen. in his life.

poking fun at you is his way of expressing affection, so expect constant teasing and insulting remarks

but it’s ok cause at the end of the day you’re the most important thing in the world to him

LAXUS:

i reckon lightning boy takes a while to relax into the relationship, and even then he’s not overly affectionate or anything in public

but if you’re sat near him he’ll usually leave a hand on top of your thigh

surprisingly attentive as a partner, remembers things you don’t even remember saying to him

he’s super loyal, like he has so much faith and trust in you and your relationship

forehead!! kisses!! on the rare occasion he shows some pda, he’ll press a lingering little kiss to your forehead

being in a relationship with laxus also means being in a love pentagon with the thunder legion and you WILL have them hovering at your elbow 25/8. it’s unavoidable

STING:

defies all assumptions you make about him as a boyfriend

his arrogance fades within the first week and he turns out to be really attuned to your relationship and gets worried about you frequently — he doesn’t smother, he just cares a lot

a little shy and clumsy, which only makes you adore him even more because it’s the CUTEST thing

loves to hold your hand and kiss your cheek whenever he has the chance, he’s just stupidly soft for you and loves showing affection

he also loves to spar with you, helping each other train. mostly because he can pin you to the ground but yknow

you both have a gazillion pet names for each other but ‘babe’ and ‘beautiful’ seem to be his favourite for you

ROGUE:

you thought he was shy before?

it takes this guy like a month to hold your hand and even then his cheeks are redder than erza’s hair

but as he relaxes he starts to absentmindedly play with your hair if you’re in reach of him and that slowly develops into his hand in yours at all opportune moments

REDEFINES the word gentleman. holds doors, books, coats, you name it. can listen to you for hours and is surprisingly good at giving advice

developed a habit of wearing hairbands around his wrist in case you need one. sting teases him about it every time without fail

he’s left wearing the softest smile when you’re around cause just the sight of you makes his chest feel like it’s about to explode

COBRA:

seems pretty cold and distant at the beginning but still somehow knows when you need a hug or something to make you smile or laugh

can and will protect you at all costs, he’s an extremely protective s/o

not very good at the Feelings Stuff™, but shows his affection through light teasing and making little jokes

steals all your food and does not apologise for it. spends the next half an hour chuckling at the mental rampage you go on about it

this bitch may be emo & incapable of talking about his feelings but he’s also the king of silent romantic gestures ok

cuddle him at your own risk because he’s incapabale of not biting your ear or kissing your neck every damn time

[lynnhf]

Hello!

How are you? I was wondering if you could write some Fairy Tail fluff please?

I was thinking of something with Laxus and Sting ( separately) jealous hc please?

Thank you!

A/n: Hello, I'm doing pretty good. How are you? Anyways thank you for request I hope you enjoy these and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Sting:

He's not normally the Jealous type so I feel it would take a lot for him to really get jealous

for this we'll say you've been spending a lot more time around Rogue

At first he just thinks you're getting closer with Rogue because He's his best friend and he's happy about it

But then the two of you start being secretive, nothing big just hushed conversations and going quiet when he enters the room

He can't help but think something is going on, after all what if you changed your mind and fell for the shadow dragon over him

So thinking his friend won his s/o, Sting would start to grow distant

He'd eat meals in his office or skip them all together, not go on jobs with You and Rogue as much claiming he had guild master work to do (even though we all know he never actually does it)

Sting would also get easily irritated, snapping at guild members for little things and ignoring anyone who tries to ask if he's okay

Once finally notice and try to talk to him, he's on guard after all how can he trust you when you've been spending more time around Rogue instead of with him

You'll most likely have to slap him once to get him to actually listen but don't worry he does eventually listen

He'll apologize repeatedly for thinking anything was happening between you and Rogue, especially once you tell him you were hang out with Rogue to help Frosch become a little more independent

Sting will also be a little more clingy for a little while after

Always having a hand in yours or on your waist or shoulder, he just wants to reassure him self that you really are still with him and aren't going to leave him

Laxus:

This wall of a man is 100% the silent/protective jealous type

He wouldn't get jealous super easy but there is one person who can cause this man to get jealous over nothing

That person is none other than the Pink haired Dragon slayer, Natsu

Laxus knows that you're friends with the fire dragon, but something about the way he can always make you laugh really grates at the Lightning dragon

His jealousy starts out as glares across the guild hall, if looks could kill the pinkette would be dead 100 times over by now

He just sits silently and watches telling himself and the rest of the Thunder legion (who already figured out he was jealous) that he is just making sure you're okay

After a while of just glaring and neither of you noticing his stare, Laxus will get up and walk over to you

He'll stay quiet except for a slight grumble as he sits down next to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder

The blonde would just sit there, chest puffed up a bit trying to silently show who you belong too

But once he feels you relax into him, he softens

He may not say it but feeling you lean further into his side, while you talk with your friend helps calm him down

Laxus still shoots a glare at his fellow dragon slayer but it's more out of the fact that Natsu gets on his nerves than anything else at this point

He'll still wait for the perfect moment to pull you away from the conversation with Natsu so he can fully relax but having you next to him reassures him that you wouldn't trade him for anyone else

(dividers by cafekitsune)

[lynnhf]

Snowflakes and Promises

❤︎  tags and content: Christmas Markets and Hot Cocoa, Fluff, Soft Sting Eucliffe, F!Reader, Proposal, Happy Ending, Sappy ❤︎  author note: check out all my fics by searching #moongirlcleo or on AO3

Dividers: @/cafekitsune  Fic: @moongirlcleo  

All you wanted this Christmas was to spend time with Sting, but being Guild Master kept him busier than ever. Wandering through the festive markets alone, you couldn’t help but miss him—until he showed up, slightly out of breath, snowflakes in his hair, and a secret hidden behind his mischievous grin.

A quiet walk, a warm cup of cocoa, and a snow-covered lake later… it turns out he had something special planned all along. ❄️

The streets of Fiore’s capital glowed under the soft twinkle of festive lights, a golden hue cast over cobblestone pathways as the city’s Christmas markets bustled with life. Stalls brimmed with handcrafted ornaments, warm pastries, and steaming cups of mulled cider, their sweet, spiced aroma curling through the chilly evening air.

And yet, despite the picturesque scene, you felt a little hollow inside.

Pulling your coat tighter around yourself, you sighed as you idly brushed your fingers over a delicate glass snowflake ornament, watching the way it caught the lights. This was supposed to be a season of togetherness, warmth, love—but your heart ached with longing.

Sting had been busier than ever lately. You understood, of course. Being Guild Master of Sabertooth wasn’t an easy job, and the responsibility weighed on him more than he ever admitted out loud. But that understanding didn’t make the distance between you feel any smaller. It had been days since you’d last seen him properly—brief moments stolen in passing, an absentminded kiss pressed to your forehead before he was off again, buried in meetings and paperwork.

You tried to shake it off, offering a small, polite smile to the vendor before moving on. The night air nipped at your cheeks, but it wasn’t just the cold making you shiver. You wanted to be happy. You wanted to enjoy the warmth of the season, the joyful laughter of children as they ran past with sticky candy canes, the sight of couples huddled close to each other under shared scarves.

But all you could think about was Sting.

And how much you missed him.

“Oi, you shouldn’t be walking around looking that sad during the holidays.”

The familiar voice made you freeze mid-step, heart leaping to your throat. You turned, eyes wide, only to find yourself staring into a pair of dark blue ones, glinting mischievously under the glow of the lanterns.

Sting stood before you, arms crossed, a smirk tugging at his lips—but there was a softness there, too, something tender in the way he looked at you. He was slightly out of breath, as if he’d rushed to get here, snowflakes dusting his blond hair like tiny stars.

“Sting…” Your voice was barely above a whisper, shock and relief tangling together in your chest. “What are you doing here?”

He huffed, rubbing the back of his neck, almost sheepish. “I might’ve ditched some paperwork,” he admitted. “Figured my girl needed me more.”

And just like that, the ache in your chest melted away, replaced by the warmth of his presence, the way he was already pulling you close, tucking you into his embrace as if he never wanted to let go.

Sting kept you wrapped in his warmth for a moment longer before finally pulling back, his hands lingering at your waist as if reluctant to let go completely. His gaze softened as he took you in—rosy cheeks from the cold, eyes still holding traces of sadness, lips parted in surprise.

“C’mon,” he said, voice gentle yet firm. “Let’s walk.”

You barely had time to nod before his fingers found yours, lacing them together as he led you down the bustling market street. The air smelled of cinnamon and roasted chestnuts, and the soft hum of holiday carols played somewhere in the distance.

As you walked, Sting squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing absentminded circles over your skin. “I know I’ve been a crappy boyfriend lately,” he admitted, exhaling a visible puff of air into the cold night. “And before you try to say it’s fine—I know it’s not.”

You glanced up at him, surprised by the raw honesty in his voice. “It’s not that I don’t understand,” you murmured. “I just... miss you.”

He stopped abruptly in front of a small wooden stall, turning to you fully. “I miss you too.” His voice was quieter now, almost hesitant, as if he wasn’t sure he was allowed to say it. “More than I realized.”

Before you could respond, he slipped his hand from yours and stepped up to the vendor. “Two hot cocoas,” he ordered, reaching into his coat for his wallet. “Extra marshmallows in hers.”

Your chest tightened at the small gesture. He still remembered.

When he handed you the warm cup, his fingers brushed yours, lingering just a moment too long. “I know I can’t make up for lost time,” he murmured, watching you carefully. “But I can start trying.”

You stared at him, at the way the golden light flickered against his features, highlighting the sincerity in his dark blue eyes. Slowly, warmth replaced the ache in your heart, melting through you like the cocoa in your hands.

“Yeah,” you said softly, giving his fingers a small squeeze. “That sounds like a good start.”

The two of you strolled through the market, hand in hand, the warmth of the cocoa seeping through your gloves as you sipped from your cup. The festive energy of the city wrapped around you—lively merchants calling out their wares, children darting through the crowd with sticky hands and wide grins, and couples huddled close, sharing quiet laughter beneath the glow of string lights.

Sting led you from stall to stall, his usual confidence softened by something more intimate tonight. He asked your opinions on little trinkets, held up scarves against you to see which color suited you best, even tugged you toward a booth selling candied nuts, insisting you share a bag despite your half-hearted protests.

But something felt… off.

It wasn’t anything obvious—if anything, Sting was being more attentive than usual, checking in on you with lingering touches, stealing glances when he thought you weren’t looking. And yet, there was an energy about him, something lingering beneath the easy grin and playful teasing.

You first noticed it when he stopped mid-sentence, gaze flicking toward a jewelry stall before quickly pulling you in the opposite direction. Then again, when he glanced at the clock tower in the distance, jaw tightening slightly before masking it with another comment about how cold your nose was.

He was nervous about something.

That much was clear.

And the longer you walked, the more you caught the little signs—the slight tension in his grip, the way his eyes scanned the crowd almost absently, as if looking for something… or waiting.

You were about to ask when he suddenly stopped in front of a flower stall, plucking a single winter rose from the display. The vendor chuckled knowingly as Sting pressed a few coins into his hand, then turned to you with a lopsided grin.

“For you,” he said simply, tucking the delicate bloom behind your ear. His fingers lingered at your cheek for just a second longer than necessary.

Your heart fluttered, but the feeling of something amiss still gnawed at the back of your mind.

Something was definitely up.

You narrowed your eyes at him, tilting your head slightly as you reached up to touch the winter rose still tucked behind your ear. “Alright, spill it.”

Sting blinked at you innocently. “Spill what?”

You crossed your arms, stopping in your tracks. “You’ve been acting weird all night. You keep checking the time, looking around like you’re expecting something, and I swear you just dragged me away from that jewelry stall on purpose.”

His lips parted slightly, caught off guard, before he suddenly grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “What? Me? Acting weird? Never.”

“Sting.”

“Babe.”

You let out a dramatic sigh, shaking your head. “If you’re planning something, you might as well tell me now.”

But instead of answering, he took your hand again and tugged you forward, his grip firm but affectionate. “C’mon,” he said, voice laced with something unreadable. “Just a little further.”

Your suspicion only grew, but you followed anyway, letting him lead you past the market and down a quieter path, where the noise faded into a soft hum behind you. The world seemed to still as the two of you approached a secluded lake, its surface frozen over, reflecting the twinkle of lights from the trees surrounding it. Snow dusted the branches, making the entire scene look like something out of a dream.

You inhaled sharply, breath misting in the cold air. “It’s beautiful…”

Sting let go of your hand, stepping ahead of you before turning back, that usual playful spark in his eyes now replaced with something deeper—something that sent your heart into a frantic rhythm.

“Yeah,” he murmured, gaze locked onto you. “It really is.”

And then, to your absolute shock, he dropped down onto one knee.

Your hands flew to your mouth. “Sting—”

“Okay, don’t freak out.” He let out a breathless laugh, rubbing his palms together as if to steady himself. “I had this whole thing planned out—wanted to wait until Christmas Day, but, dammit, I couldn’t. Not when I’ve been missing you like crazy. Not when I know, without a doubt, that I don’t wanna go another second without making this official.”

Your chest ached with overwhelming emotion as he pulled a small velvet box from his coat pocket, flipping it open to reveal a simple yet breathtaking ring—a delicate band with a single gem that caught the light like freshly fallen snow.

“I love you,” he continued, voice rough around the edges, thick with unspoken feeling. “And I know I’ve been busy, and I know I haven’t always been great at showing it, but there’s not a damn thing in this world I want more than to spend the rest of my life with you.”

Snowflakes swirled around the two of you, the world shrinking to just this moment, just this man, kneeling in the frost with his heart laid bare.

“So,” he exhaled, looking up at you with that signature, lopsided grin—hopeful, nervous, completely smitten. “Will you marry me?”

Tears pricked at your eyes, your breath caught somewhere between a laugh and a sob. You didn’t even realize you were nodding until you were already dropping to your knees in front of him, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Yes,” you whispered, voice shaky with joy. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes.”

A relieved laugh bubbled from his chest as he wrapped his arms around you, lifting you off the snowy ground and spinning you once before pulling back just enough to slide the ring onto your finger. It fit perfectly, like it had always belonged there.

Then, before you could say another word, he kissed you—soft and lingering, warm despite the cold, filled with every unspoken promise he’d ever made to you.

And just like that, the frost-covered night felt a whole lot warmer.

Sting kept your hand in his, fingers interlaced as the two of you made your way back through the snow-covered streets. The Christmas market had begun to wind down, the soft glow of lanterns flickering against the freshly fallen snow. Everything around you felt untouched, like the world itself had paused to let you bask in this moment—this overwhelming, heart-melting happiness.

You kept glancing down at your hand, watching the way the delicate ring caught the light, shimmering like the stars above. It felt surreal. You were engaged. To Sting. The love of your life.

He must have noticed, because he chuckled, squeezing your fingers. “Y’know, staring at it too long isn’t gonna make it disappear.”

“I just can’t believe it,” you admitted, still breathless from everything that had happened. “I mean, I can—I’ve always known I wanted to be with you—but it still feels like a dream.”

Sting grinned, tugging you closer so he could drape an arm over your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Guess that just means I gotta spend the rest of our lives proving it’s real, huh?”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned into his warmth, letting yourself sink into the comfort of knowing that this—him, the future ahead of you—was yours to hold forever.

As the two of you neared Sabertooth’s guild hall, you could already see the soft glow of lights spilling through the windows, hear the faint hum of laughter and music within. The guild—your family—was waiting just beyond those doors, completely unaware that everything had changed.

Excitement bubbled in your chest as you exchanged a glance with Sting, who was practically vibrating with anticipation. “They’re gonna lose it,” you giggled, already picturing Minerva’s knowing smirk, Rogue’s rare but genuine smile, Lector’s inevitable squeal of excitement.

“Oh, for sure,” Sting smirked, his grip tightening around you. “Bet you five thousand jewel that Lector cries first.”

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “That’s not even a bet—of course he will.”

He grinned, and for a moment, he just looked at you—like he was committing this moment to memory, like he still couldn’t believe you’d said yes. Then, without warning, he grabbed your hand and sprinted toward the guild doors, dragging you along with him.

“C’mon, future Mrs. Eucliffe,” he said through a laugh. “Let’s go tell the family.”

And with that, the two of you stepped through the doors of Sabertooth—together, ready for whatever the future had in store.

[lynnhf]

hi!! do you have any recommendations or tips on how to write a blind character? i have an idea for a story but i don’t to offend anyone by writing a blind character incorrectly or inaccurately.

thank you so much and i love love love your acc <3

blind character tips

@celestialwrites for more!!

TIPS

blindness is a spectrum, it’s rarely absolute. give your readers insight on the character’s vision.

ex: blurred, fogged, or shaky vision.

adding the shapes and colours the character may be able to see is always a good detail to differentiate.

search up actual images of what a blind person would see, and use that to describe the character's sight.

if you choose to describe the physical appearance of the characters eyes, note that most eyes with impaired vision look the same as those without impaired vision. a change in the appearance of the eye is directly related to the cause of their visual impairment.

a character’s blindness will not need to be brought up every other paragraph, add key details about how it affects their life and the story but don't make it overshadow the personality of the character.

unless it is applicable to the story, there is no need to cast a negative light upon the character’s lack of sight. stay away from portraying your character as helpless due to their visual impairments, it is not a weakness.

REBLOG TO SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL WRITERS!!

NOTE: I am not blind myself nor do I know anyone in my personal circle who is, this is based on my knowledge and research, if there is any changes that need to be made please correct me.

[lynnhf]

ahhh! i think this event is so cute!! if you haven't hit 20 letter requests yet, could i request a lovely draft letter from ben tennyson?

Dear ______,

Ugh, I know you're probably gonna laugh at this. My handwriting is sloppy enough, what more than me writing some sappy letter? Can't really blow my cover by sending a text so I'm using some paper I didn't know I had.

You don't need to waste your time worrying about me. I'm the savior of the universe and your boyfriend! You practically have the best of both worlds.

I'll bring you something pretty on the planet when I get back. I expect payment in kisses!

- Ben Tennyson

Ben never got around to send the letter because he turned into Heatblast and burned it.

1k follower event

[lynnhf]

FAN BEHAVIOR

characters: dick grayson, jason todd, tim drake summary: batboys with a celebrity! reader content/warnings: fem! reader, fluff

DICK GRAYSON

You’re an actress who has had a meteoric rise, moving from doing small, one-off parts in TV shows to becoming a breakout star on a particularly popular series to being cast in major movie productions

Your stardom is still a little surreal to you and when you’re invited to a wayne enterprise charity gala, you contemplate not going — what business do you have being somewhere with people far more famous than you? But when you tell your agent this, she gives you a look that says you’re insane for even considering declining

You’ll forever be grateful that she urged you to do so because that’s where you meet Dick

He’s standing with Bruce Wayne, chatting with some frequent donors, dressed in a perfectly-tailored navy blue suit when he sees you out of the corner of his eye and he lights up. He approaches you first with that megawatt smile and introduces himself with an extended hand and says, “I’m a huge fan! I’ve been watching your stuff since you were in Legends of the Kingdom!” And the rest is history

Dick goes to every red carpet event you invite him to and he makes it a point to attend every private premiere screening and public opening night

He definitely shushes anyone who talks during your movies or TV shows and does not care if people think he’s obnoxious.

You’re definitely the ‘it couple’ and your faces are plastered constantly on magazine covers and two-page spreads

There are people who try to sow discord in your relationship and their go-to is either pointing out how different you are to Dick’s former girlfriends; that you’re not his type, that this isn’t going to last, etc., or that you’re not talented enough for the fame you have or to be dating Dick Grayson

It definitely gets to you and does nothing to whatever lingering imposter syndrome you harbor but Dick is such a grounding force, reminding you that it’s all just noise and that he loves you completely and unconditionally

At home, he likes to rewind your scenes in shows and movies, and it flatters you as much as it flusters you

He also likes to read through scripts with you when he can and his voices for the various other characters bring you to tears from laughter 

So many intentional and unintentional thirst trap couples pics. Like, a selfie you post one morning — Dick is shirtless and you’re in one of his old t-shirts and its sliding down your shoulder and showing your collarbone and you’re both laying on your stomachs in your shared bed, hair sleep (and sex) tousled with the morning sun making both of you look like you’re golden and glowing 

JASON TODD

You meet Jason as Red Hood first when you’re running from the paparazzi but you don’t know it’s him

They chase you down a couple of blocks before someone tugs you into an alleyway and you’re about to scream for help when you see who it is. Red Hood shields you as the paparazzi pass and when you ask him why he helped you, he simply says, “I hate the paps and you looked like you needed a hand.”

Once he’s sure the coast is clear, he walks you back to your hotel using the back alleys of Gotham. You make several attempts to strike a conversation up with him in the first few minutes of your walk but what seems to catch his interest is when you start rambling on about just finishing Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment. 

You’re disappointed when you arrive at your hotel and you’re rush inside to find a pad to scribble your number on but he’s gone when you return, disappearing into the night

It’s by chance that you meet him again (unbeknownst to you), this time in his civilian identity as Jason Todd. You’re in disguise at a bookstore in Gotham when you bump into him and spill his iced coffee all over both of you, apologizing profusely and offering to buy him another drink, which he accepts. (His voice is oddly familiar to you but you can’t put your finger on why) 

You two keep in touch and start dating privately. The long-distance is difficult at times given your very different and busy schedules and Jason is pretty cagey about what he does but you both make time for each other as much as possible

He tells you that he listens to your music during his workouts and in the background while he’s doing stuff around his apartment. He hums along too.

He recommends your songs to anyone who listens, which raises suspicions in the Batfam, and it obviously doesn’t take long for them to figure out that he’s dating you but he makes them promise to keep it to themselves. 

Whenever you have a concert in Gotham, which you make a point to do frequently, Jason is in the VIP box, bobbing his head and mouthing along to your songs. When it ends, he’s right there backstage with flowers and a thermos of tea for your throat

Your relationship goes public when fans capture of video of you two leaving one of your concerts together, Jason’s leather jacket draped over your shoulders

You eventually move to Gotham to be closer to him and the two of you spend every free moment either of you have together, making up for lost time. 

You still try to keep your relationship as private as possible but fans eat up any crumbs they get, including the occasional selfie of you both 

He is your biggest inspiration for songs and also your biggest help. You love bouncing ideas off of him and he likes sitting with you when you pick at your guitar strings and mumble a half-formed melody

(You eventually do find out that he’s Red Hood when he tumbles through the window of your bedroom, bleeding profusely, and you have to take his helmet off to assess the damage)

TIM DRAKE

You’ve known Tim since you were kids given that your parents ran in the same social circles

You started out as a child model in department store clothing catalogs. Tim did some shoots with you too but while his parents eventually stopped auditioning him for such jobs, you continued until the present day, and you’re now a well-known supermodel 

You two have been friends forever and the internet laps up your interactions together. There are compilations of videos and photos of the two of you at banquets and red carpet events and memes with text like “when will someone look at me like that?”

Before you two even started dating, there were articles about a supposed romance and sexual tension between you two. In interviews, you would vehemently deny anything asked about it and reiterate that you two are just good friends

At some point, however, you start seeing your childhood friend in a different light. He’s kind, brilliant, funny, attentive, and very handsome. It’s not that you didn’t know that before but it’s different now. You find yourself shying away his casual touches and suddenly conscious of your actions around him — did you laugh too loud? Is your hair in your face? Does he know how you feel? Can he tell?

You don’t want to ruin your friendship, as cliche as it sounds, so you did your best to keep your feelings under wraps, which resulted in you distancing yourself. When Tim would text to congratulate you on your latest Vogue cover or runway show, you would simply shoot a simple ‘thanks!’ text back instead of the usual ‘THANK U’ followed by five heart emojis. 

He confronts you about it one day and you’ve never really been a good liar in front of him so you tell him, bracing for a gentle rejection but instead receiving a kiss. 

You made a hard launch post with him on Instagram and received hundreds of DMs of people saying they were vindicated in believing that “friends don’t look at each other like that”

Tim is in the front row at every single runway show you have, dressed impeccably in an expensive suit. He takes pictures of you and visits you backstage with your favorite sweet treat.

After fashion shows and other events, you return to his apartment to let your hair down and put your feet up. You do your skincare routines together, sheet face mask and all, and snuggle on the couch for some TV or just to hang out and talk endlessly

You’re very active on social media with him and you two have a lot of couples posts together. When you both have time, you do Instagram lives where people watch you two make dinner together or answer some questions from viewers. A fan favorite is when you choose outfits for each other.

During a runway, you blow a kiss at Tim in the audience and the camera zooms in on his face, where he just watches you with a lovestruck expression and bright red ears — it’s in almost every video compilation that’s titled something like ‘15 minutes of Tim Drake being a simp’

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Ello! I was wondering if I can make a request with Reader X Dick Grayson! One night, Dick comes home, utterly tired and beat up, but reader is (always) there to care for him. To take off the Nightwing suit for him when it was hard enough for him to return home. To patch up his wounds. To make everything a little better, so he can rest. 💙

ALWAYS HOME | dick grayson x reader

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST | WARNINGS: injuries, blood

The door creaked open slowly, the subtle click of the lock barely audible beneath the heavy, exhausted sigh that followed. You didn’t need to look up from the couch to know it was him.

“Hey,” you said softly, putting your book down. “You’re late.”

Dick stumbled in like the night had wrung him dry and tossed him aside. Bruised cheek. Split lip. Blood caked on the edges of his domino mask. The blue of his Nightwing suit was dull with grime and smoke and dried sweat. He didn’t say anything at first—just stared at you, standing in the living room’s warm glow like a lighthouse guiding him in.

“Had to finish what we started,” he murmured, voice hoarse, fingers already fumbling with the gauntlet on his left arm. “Didn’t want to bring it home but…”

“You’re home,” you interrupted gently, already walking toward him.

You stopped him before he could remove the rest of the suit. “Let me.” Your hands found his shoulders. “Just… let me.”

He nodded, quietly.

The zipper at the back of his suit stuck, like it always did when he was this beat up. His body tensed beneath your touch—every movement revealing another bruise, another patch of raw skin. You eased the suit off inch by inch, peeling it from his arms and back like old armor. He winced when you slid the top half down to his waist, revealing dark bruises scattered across his ribs.

You didn’t ask what happened. You knew that he’d tell you eventually, when the pain dulled and the weight of the night no longer pressed on his chest.

“Sit,” you said, guiding him to the kitchen stool.

He obeyed, wordless and aching.

Your fingers moved gently, steadily, over his wounds. Antiseptic. Gauze. Butterfly stitches. A tender kiss to his knuckles when you noticed the blood beneath his nails.

“You shouldn’t do this every time,” he said, cracking a weak smile. “You don’t have to fix me.”

“I’m not fixing you,” you whispered. “I’m reminding you that you’re human. That you can come home. That someone will always be here.”

That someone was you.

He looked up at you then—eyes soft, tired, but finally letting go.

“Come to bed,” you said.

He leaned against your shoulder, arms slipping around your waist as if clinging to the only real thing left in the world. “Only if you stay.”

You nodded, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Always.”

[lynnhf]

You know, as loving as a boyfriend dick grayson would be, if you were a civilian or unaware of his nightwing status and because he wouldn’t know how to tell you it would spring into a web of lies.

To you it would just look like your partner is cheating, he goes out very late or perhaps at random if he’s suddenly called, he’ll miss the date you two were supposed to have to go do some hero shit and here you are.

Standing infront of the movies with two tickets instead of one and now you look heartbroken.

Which is honestly why i can’t see him getting with a civilian but if he did the relationship would be slightly toxic.

You question his whereabouts and he lies, as he always does or places it on Bruce who takes the fall, seemingly aware of the ‘cheating’ which is bitter salt to your tea because-

You thought his family liked you, so why were they lying and protecting him like this? You let him bring Damian whenever but the two will go off and leave you behind and then have no reasoning why.

Can’t be they just wanted to escape you right?

It’s killing Dick as well, keeping you from nightwing to protect you but in the process he’s just hurting you more and more.

I mean,

He thought he was protecting you anyway, he comes far too close when villains trash his apartment and you walk into the aftermath, broken plates, shattered cups, Your cups, chipped counters.

His excuse is ‘Damian brought his sword over.’ despite how many times you’ve told him not to do that, and if you lacked less trust in him, maybe you’d think he had a party with the way everything was thrown about.

The couch torn to shreds and your curtains which you picked out together ripped in awkward angles, so you can believe that lie.

However the lies are killing you and surely you would want to know? What would hurt more to you? Knowing he wasn’t cheating or he was a hero?

[lynnhf]

when you call him by a nickname

author's note: batboys x reader! enjoy!

“Guapito” [handsome] / Dick Grayson

You had a penchant for coming up with nicknames for everyone, from their contact names on your phone to the nicknames you had for them. One day, you’d let slip, as an endearment in your own way.

After a successful mission, you land on a peck on Dick’s cheek with a smile on your lips. The dimples bleed into a curious little smile of his.

“What does that supposed to mean, my love?”

The flirt rattled your heart, Dick’s inclinations for flirting with you after a mission always came unexpected. A devious smirk makes its way to your lips.

“I’m sure you sat through enough Spanish class to figure out that, Boy Wonder.”

You pat his cheek affectionately, watching his expression go from curiosity to understanding in a beat. At least his smirk returns, his hand closing in on your waist, his sky-blue eyes darkening to a shade of cerulean.

“I like that very much.”

You chuckle with his flirt, feeling a warm sensation blooming by your forehead.

“Amor” [love] / Jason Todd

You accidentally let slip an endearment to Jason that was only meant for no one other than yourself. Surely, the others wouldn’t catch it, right? You bite down your lip, waiting for a few seconds to pass on the coms before a voice crackles through.

“What was that, [Reader]? Did you say something?”

A part of you collapsed to the abyss as soon as you recognized the voice.

Please, please, please, let him forget it.

“I’m sure you meant me, right, love?”

The emphasis on 'love' was definitely a jab - he understood what you just said. You could certainly picture the smirk dancing on the boy’s lips.

“Shut up, Red Hood, we got a mission to do.”

”Righto, princess.”

“Starlight” / Tim Drake

You knew Tim wouldn’t like the cheesy nicknames, so you went for the more practical one - one not only connotate his brilliance but also his perfections and imperfections, something that would only mean him to your definition.

You send a message to him, leaving an emoji to where his name would be - a secret code you hoped he could decipher right away.

A text bubble appears, the dots flickering until it forms a text.

”Starlight? That’s new. Is that a new superhero name you came up with?”

No dice, that wasn’t what you were going for.

“No, you silly goof, you are Starlight, my starlight.”

Wow, that sounded better in your head. You fear for the worst, perhaps a tomato fest or just no response..

“Your starlight, I like it.”

A smiley emoji accompanies his response. You let go of a breath you were holding minutes prior, the tension leaving your body as soon as you saw his response. He liked it.

[lynnhf]

. . . [ kore ] 💬: and we are here again! a continuation of my ‘as a boyfriend?’ series, now with the dick grayson <3 hope i do our best boy justice 🩷 masterlist here ❤︎ all of this is sfw ! jay todd version here!

( ✦ ) 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 : ‘ as a boyfriend? ’

A relationship with Dick is as sweet as honey. He’s already completely enamored with you and wastes no time in showing it. A total loverboy, he’s loud and proud about his affection. Dick has no shame when it comes to proclaiming his love, and that makes him an endlessly affectionate, saccharine-sweet boyfriend.

The first few months might be tough—I’m not going to sugarcoat it. Dick is someone who believes he has to perform to be worthy of love. But with patience, communication, and understanding, you can help him unlearn that mindset. And once he feels secure? That boy is yours forever. (Not that he’s complaining.)

೯⠀⁺ ⠀ 𖥻 ⠀. ᰋ .. 🌻

Dick loves loudly—we’ve established that. Once he’s comfortable, he has no trouble voicing just how much he adores you.

Compliments roll off his tongue with ease. His eyes light up when you walk into a room, and he’ll physically turn around to face you, running over to where you are. He praises you non-stop, even picking up on the little details you thought he’d never notice.

D: Is that a new perfume?

💬: Yeah, how did you notice? I just bought it.

D: You smell so good. Is that weird to say?

💬: …No, baby. Thank you.

D: Can I have the name? I wanna match with you.

Dick wants to do everything with you. Grocery shopping? He’s right there, hand in yours, strolling through the market like it’s the best day ever. Cooking? He’s attached to you like a koala—head on your shoulder or your head, depending on your height. Clothes? You’re matching. Sometimes, you don’t even realize it—he just does it instinctively.

💬: Baby, I can’t reach the utensils. Let me go for a second.

D: Wow, so you don’t love me? I can’t believe you.

💬: That’s not what I said—

He’s dramatic, and the only cure (according to him) is your affection. God forbid you say goodbye without a kiss. He won’t even ask—he’ll just wait, eyes wide and hopeful. A simple touch has him blushing. He’s not used to being the one flustered over a kiss. He used to knock people off their feet… now he’s the one waiting for a kiss with puppy eyes. And when you give him one? The dopey grin that spreads across his face makes it all worth it.

At first, the dates were extravagant. Dick felt like he had to impress you to make you stay. High-end restaurants and fancy outings were his go-to. But the more comfortable he becomes, the more domestic the dates get.

The expensive dishes are replaced by homemade meals you two spend hours cooking together. He sets the table with candles, wine, and soft lighting—especially when he sees you dressed up just for him.

And the nicknames? Endless. Baby, babe, gorgeous, beautiful—you name it. He even comes up with ridiculous ones just to make you laugh. But for some reason, lovely sticks. He can’t explain it. You’re just the loveliest piece of his life.

Dick Grayson is 100% a “golden retriever boyfriend.” He’s loyal, affectionate, energetic, and wears his heart on his sleeve. He hypes you up on your worst days, sends you cute good morning texts, and randomly shows up with your favorite snack just because he missed you. He thrives on physical affection, loves openly, and is always down for adventures—whether it’s a rooftop date under the stars or a lazy Sunday curled up on the couch.

Even if he’s halfway across the city or neck-deep in Nightwing business, you’ll wake up to a good morning, beautiful text. Always. Sometimes it comes with a dumb pun or a selfie of him pouting because he didn’t wake up next to you.

He jokes a lot, keeps the energy light, tries to be sunshine even when he’s struggling. But when it’s just the two of you, he lets the mask fall. He’s soft. Quiet. He’ll rest his head in your lap and whisper, “You make me feel safe.”

Acts of service are his love language. He’ll fix that one squeaky cabinet, do your laundry, or bring you coffee just the way you like it—without needing to be asked. It’s his way of saying “I love you” when words are too heavy.

He doesn’t really get jealous, but he does get pouty. Crosses his arms, gives you the most “are you serious?” look if someone flirts with you. A forehead kiss usually fixes it instantly.

♥︎ . .. ♥︎ .. 💐 ♥︎

In the end, Dick Grayson is completely and utterly in love with his partner. You are the sun in his life—he truly can’t imagine a world without you in it.

A/N: god i love this idiot sm. tagging a few moots because i gotta share my brainrot ab this man!! @minorlyatfault @cinnamongrl2006 @jjsblueberry @pjxcksonswrd @dulcet-aurora

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[lynnhf]

"i can't believe you love me." || Dick Grayson

you're not the easiest to love, Dick disagrees.

The night started quiet, too quiet. But not in a bad way—for some reason, it felt good.

Too good to be true.

You were just sitting on the couch, working on your laptop, your legs resting on Dick's lap as he scrolled through his phone.

The only sounds were the muffled hustle and bustle of Gotham outside your apartment and Dick's occasional laugh at whatever he was watching.l

Every few seconds, he would gently run his hand up and down your leg, giving a soft squeeze now and then, focusing on your calves.

He knew how they ached at the end of the day. And that’s probably what finally broke you.

Your eyes were heavy, the work on your laptop had become a blur, and his comforting touch relieving the ache in your calves suddenly made the tears start to fall.

It started slow, with tears trailing silently down your cheeks. But then your breathing became uneven. Dick, being Dick, looked over at you, concerned in his eyes.

And then the tears became a flood.

“Dick, I’m fine,” you tried to say as his eyes widened in panic. He gently moved your legs off his lap and scooted closer, placing his firm hands on your shoulders.

“You say that, but your tears say something else,” he said softly. One hand moved from your shoulder to your cheek, gently wiping away the tears.

And that just made them fall even harder.

“Are you the tear whisperer or something?” you tried to joke, not wanting him to fuss over your over emotional state.

He didn’t deserve that—he never did.

“No,” he chuckled, matching your tone, a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“But I do have eyes, and you’re really ugly when you cry,” he added, making you laugh through the tears.

“Shut up,” you muttered, trying to look away, but his hand stayed on your cheek, firm yet gentle, still wiping your tears.

“There’s a smile,” he said softly, his own smile finally reaching his eyes at the sight of yours.

“You look much prettier now.”

“Shut up,” you said again, your cheeks warming under the tears from his words.

He always knew what to say.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” he chuckled softly, wiping the last of your tears as your breathing started to steady.

“Ready to tell me what’s wrong?” he asked gently, his other hand moving to your other cheek, fully cradling your face now.

With the way he was looking at you, you could feel another round of tears coming.

“It’s stupid,” you said, eyes lowering.

“It’s not stupid if it made you cry,” he cooed, using your turned-down face as an excuse to kiss your forehead.

“No, Dick. It’s really, really stupid,” you said, cheeks growing warmer.

“Even more stupid than you,” you added with a weak attempt at a joke, looking up just as he threw his head back in laughter.

“Hey, I’m gonna let that slide ‘cause you’re vulnerable right now,” he said in mock offense, then turned serious again.

“But come on, honey, tell me what’s wrong.”

He looked deep into your eyes as he said it.

“I—” you began, struggling to get the words out. It felt even more ridiculous now that they were at the tip of your tongue.

“I just can’t believe you love me,” you finally blurted out, face scrunching up in disgust at your own words.

You couldn’t look at him after that.

You expected him to laugh once the words were out. A bitter cold formed in your stomach, and you felt like you were going to throw up.

But he didn’t.

He moved closer, gripping your shoulders, his brow furrowed.

“What did you say?” he asked, his voice tight in a way that made your heart ache.

“I—” you tried again, then just repeated yourself.

“I can’t believe you love me.”

“Oh, honey,” he sighed, his voice growing even tighter.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, and your eyes widened.

“What?”

“I’m sorry for not making it clearer,” he explained, dropping his hands from your cheeks to hold your hands instead.

“What do you mean?” you asked, brows scrunching.

He had nothing to apologize for. He was perfect. You were just… you.

“I’m the one who should be sorry,” you said quickly, eyes dropping again.

“I know how difficult I can be. It must make it hard to love me.” You almost choked on the words. You had never said them out loud, but you had felt them for a long time.

It was only with him that you felt so loved, and that just made it harder to believe.

And with that, another wave of tears came.

Dick gripped your hands tightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to bring your eyes back to him.

“Who told you that?” he asked, his voice rough now.

His blue eyes were piercing, the kind you’d only seen after a rough patrol.

“It doesn’t matter,” you tried to brush it off.

“No, tell me,” he said gently, saying your name.

“Please, honey,” he begged.

And of course, you couldn’t resist him.

“A lot of people,” you finally admitted. You weren’t sure it was the best answer, but it was the truth.

Dick frowned.

“Well, they’re wrong,” he said firmly, scooting closer on the couch, brushing soothing circles across your knuckles.

“Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done.” His voice was soft but steady, his gaze locked on yours.

“What?” you blinked, barely able to speak, your throat tight.

“You heard me.” He smiled just a little, never looking away, squeezing your hands.

“Loving you isn’t hard, because there’s so much about you to love.” He leaned in, his forehead almost touching yours.

“I love how hard you work,” he said slowly, each word deliberate.

“I love how your face scrunches up when you’re mad,” he chuckled softly, and you rolled your eyes but didn’t pull away.

“I love how your voice gets all high when you talk to animals,” he said, tilting his head and mimicking it for just a second. You laughed, even as tears pooled again—this time happy ones.

“Hell, I even love how you snore and drool on me,” he added with a grin, making your face flush.

“You really mean that?” your voice cracked slightly, your eyes glistening.

“With all my heart,” he said, bringing your hands to his lips and kissing them gently.

Your lips trembled.

“Stop, you’re gonna make me cry again,” you sniffled, smiling through it.

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling now.

“Well, you can if you need to. I love you even when you do,” he said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and pulling you into his chest.

“Snot and all,” he added with a playful grin, making you laugh into his shirt.

“Dick,” you muttered, poking his ribs.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop teasing,” he laughed, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You both stayed like that for a while, as you cried out the last of your tears and he held you close.

The weight of his words held you as tightly as his arms, and honestly, you believed him. But there was still a small doubt, hidden deep in your stomach—one that would take time to ease.

But for now, you didn’t let it consume you. Right now, you chose to bask in Dick’s warmth, in his love.

“You want ice cream?” he asked after a few minutes, once your trembling had stopped.

You chuckled and pulled back a little to look at him.

“I picked up your favorite on the way home,” he said with a smile, meeting your gaze.

Of course he did.

“I love you,” you sighed, looking at him like he was the only person in the world—and he looked at you the same way.

“Me or the ice cream?” he asked with a raised brow, pretending to be serious

You threw your head back with a laugh.

“Both.”

this came to me cause I'm sad.

[lynnhf]

yours, always.

requested -> ooh since ur writing fairy tail fics now, how abt a gray x ice dragon slayer reader where she just likes the taste of gray’s ice and always convinces him to make her some by -> anonymous

a/n -> it's been a hot minute since i wrote for fairy tail and gray is just adorable so here yall go

pairing -> gray fullbuster x f!reader

want to support me? send me a coffee!

“blegh.”

from across the bar, drying a cup in her hands, mirajane raises a curious brow. “what’s the matter, y/n?”

meeting her eyes, you pout, draped across the top of her bar rather dramatically. your hands stretch out before you, and you not so subtly shove the cup of ice away from you. “i’m hungry.”

“oh,” she frowns, concerned, eyes momentarily eyeing the cup of ice you'd shoved away. “i can make you something if you’d like? you need only ask, y/n. you know that.”

you turn to her, letting your chin rest on the table instead of your cheek and frown, not having meant to insult her. “I know, mira. thank you,” you say honestly, sending her a small smile. “it’s not food really that i’m hungry for, it’s—“

whatever you’d been about to say promptly gets cut off by the sound of the doors open. you straighten, surprising mirajane as you practically leap to your feet. instantly, your head is snapping towards the door, desperately hopeful, before your eyes practically shine at the sight of a familiar dark-haired (shirtless) mage.

“gray!” you call, bounding towards him without a second thought.

at the sound of his name, gray turns to face you, settling once he realizes just who called for him. his face brightens and a gentle smile curls on his lips as his arms widen to hug you, body obviously easing at you, his girlfriend, given how much he’d missed you while taking solo job.

it wasn't even like he'd been gone for that long — the mission had taken no more than two days. it was just rare that the two of you didn't go together, or at least with the rest of team natsu, but you hadn't been feeling well so you'd opted out.

you'd severely regretted that decision the second gray left.

except, you don’t jump into his arms like gray expects, arms shifting to prepare himself. instead, you stop right before him, hands reaching to clasp his wrist and tug it towards your chest.

“ice.”

and he blinks, stunned and confused, the whole thing happening in a blink of the eye to gray. he's dreadfully confused and a little disappointed because he'd been looking forward to that hug and then, your words register and he smirks teasingly.

“and here i thought you actually missed me.”

eyes shifting from his hand to his eyes, you pause. “oh, yes, gray of course i missed you. im glad you’re safe,” you rush out in a way that doesn’t completely seem heartfelt in the way gray had really wanted. but, he guessed, it was that thought that counted?

“now, ice. im starving.”

huffing, gray moves to oblige, not able to deny your request but still pouting about it.

“seriously,” he whines, feeling rerribly unlike himself (only you would have the ability to make him whine), holding his hand and making some ice for you to take. “it’s like you just use me to eat my ice. did you know that i missed you and you were on my thoughts the entire—“

gray halts when he feels your lips press against his cheek.

lips parting, his eyes follow you as you lean back, the ice he’d made for you held safely in your hands as you beam up at him.

“thank you,” you whisper, warm and genuine.

the sight of you smiling at him like that and the sound of your voice has gray short circuiting, cheeks turning a bright red as you move to happily munch of the ice.

“mm!” you exclaims, giddy and satisfied. “delicious. as always. no other ice can compare.”

and it’s silly and stupid. it’s just ice, but it melts gray’s heart and your words mean so much to him that all he can manage is to smile back at you, eyes flooded with love.

"you're welcome," he muses, watching you with adoring eyes. with the ice happily in your hands as you munch away, gray wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you against his side as he leads you towards a table.

truthfully, he'll give you all the ice in the world if it makes you that happy every time.

and he'd be foolish to deny how happy it makes him that only his ice can satisfy your craving.

[lynnhf]

Hello !

Firstly thank you for all of works on FT !! Is it possible for some hc for Natsu , Gajeel , Sting & Grey with a s/o that is jealous about their relationship with Lucy , Levy , Yukino & Juvia ? Everyone think that these four will end up with the 4 girls without knowing they already have a s/o . How and will they tell people they already have an s/o ?

Thank you & take care of yourself :)

A/n: Hello, Firstly your welcome for all the FT work. Secondly Thank you for the request I love this idea. So I hope you enjoy and as always remember to hydrate or diedrate.

Natsu:

You guys just never thought announcing your relationship was necessary

So when Lucy joined and people started commenting on the chemistry between them Natsu brushed it off as just jokes

He doesn't even notice your jealous until you start distancing yourself from him

When he finally catches a clue he is confused why you would be jealous, after all he chose you didn't he?

But he would definitely take the time to reassure you that you have nothing to worry about

after making sure you know nothing will ever happen between him and Lucy, He will make an announcement to the Guild

Like he's jumping on a table and proclaiming that he is in love with you and will never look at anyone else the same way

After words he is more aware of comments about him and Lucy and shuts them down as soon as he hears them

Gajeel:

He was the one to suggest keeping the relationship quite, after every thing he did to fairy tale he didn't want you to get criticized for what he has done

When people started making comments about him and Levy, he just ignored them because he already had someone

So when you started to distance yourself he didn't really think it was connected

But once Panther Lily tells him that he needs to make it clear how he feels, he begins brainstorming

the next time you walk into the guild hall be ready for Gajeel to be on stage singing a song about you that barely make any sense

Once he finishes the song, even if he is slightly embarrassed he will pull you in front of everyone and announce that you are together and that he'll punch anyone who makes you feel bad

Gray:

You guys agreed that with Juvia's weird obsession with Gray, keeping your relationship between you and maybe your closest friends was the safest bet

But as Juvia became more touchy and more direct about her feelings, it put both you and Gray on edge

When he starts to notice you shying away from even just sitting together at the guild hall, he is more than ready to do something about it

He will fully put Juvia in her place, telling her that He is dating you and that if she keeps up with her shit or does anything to make you uncomfortable he'll take the problem to the master

he's not playing around, he doesn't want her kicked out of the guild but if she keeps making you uncomfortable then so be it

Sting:

It was your Idea to keep it on the down low, only Rouge, Frosch, Lector, and Yukino know

You just felt that with him being the new Saber tooth master, people would think he was showing favoritism if they knew you were together

He didn't like the idea but because you asked for it to be that way he accepted

But then rumors started spreading that he was showing favoritism to Yukino and you started to pull back from him

Both Yukino and Sting shut down every rumor as carefully as they can with out revealing who Sting is actually dating

Sting also tries his best to assure you that nothing is happening between him and Yukino

Eventually though it's Frosch who manages to get everyone to shut up about Sting being with Yukino

Frosch being as dumb as they are forgot it was supposed to be a secret

One afternoon when everyone was just chilling in the guild hall when someone asks Sting when he plans to marry Yukino, and before anyone else can tell them to shut up Frosch just goes "but Frosch thought Sting wanted to marry Y/n" queue the whole guild going dead silent

After Frosch's little comment everyone was confused so Sting rolled with it, deciding that he might as well just announce that. yes you and him are in fact together

(divider by @/cafekitsune)