#leafyfanfic

Just wanted to say im not dead (hoping none of you guys are either). Also my bf is triggered by leafy, adding to his knowledge of this blog, and his only actual argument is the chin thing so 🤷🏻‍♀️

Hi! This is the second fanfiction I will be posting this evening. I have a lot of Leafy requests, but if you guys would prefer to have some variety, just pop a request in! Thanks to those of you that are still around <3 I hope you are healthy and thriving in your school or career. Warning, some profanity. 

LeafyIsHere Fanfiction - Fight With Your Friend

Recently, you had become quite close with a particular YouTuber. You were currently attending a university out of state from him, but you saw nothing wrong with just talking with someone. After all, you were looking for someone that would listen to you and enjoy hearing about your day, and were willing to listen to him as well. It had become an everyday thing over a few months that you two would talk and over time you had also started to develop a strong friendship, at the least. Although, him always asking about your day and checking in with you to make sure you were having a good day was definitely growing on you.

Some of your friends were highly supportive of your new adventure, but others not so much. In fact, there were a few in particular that were giving you quite the hard time with even talking with Calvin. They claimed that he probably wasn’t even real or that someone was faking you out. It didn’t matter how many videos the two of you would trade or even if he was staring right back at your friends, they still wouldn’t take your word that it was a legitimate thing.

Calvin and you had grown to not only talking with one another, but also being a bit flirtatious. It was always a pleasant conversation and talking with him always put you in a good mood. The two of you were talking, as you do normally, when you suddenly received a message from your friend asking what was going on.

Having a normal conversation, it starts going downhill when you make a smart comment saying, “Yeah, it was funny because he was joking about me transferring to a University in Seattle.” Completely changing the topic, your friend starts going down a new tangent about Calvin by asking, “Oh, isn’t that where that guy lives? What’s his name again?” Laughing to yourself, as you know damn well that he knew Calvin’s name, you simply reply saying, “His name is Calvin and I wouldn’t transfer there with how many credits I have.” 

Your phone buzzes as you read, “I don’t know about this guy, Y/N…” Quickly you respond, “We’re just talking.. it’s not like I’m head over heals for him..” Trying to change the conversation, you state, “Besides, I’m excited for this year’s season and I have to stay on track for graduation.” Completely ignoring your last bit, he says, “You obviously value his opinion a bit so it’s probably better to change the conversation before I say something.”

Getting a different notification, you notice it is from Calvin and read it to say, “Hey, I just finished my video, how was work and class?” Smiling, you close the other message to reply saying, “Day is going alright, what did you make your video on this time?” You reopen your friend’s message and reply confidently, “If you have something to say, then you should just say it.” A message pops up form your friend that reads, “There’s only so close you can get with someone online. There’s never going to be that level of trust you only get by being face to face with someone. You haven’t even met this guy.” 

Eyebrows in a furrow, you ask, “Do you honestly think I trust him as much as I trust you, someone that I’ve known for multiple years?” You are a bit confused at this point. Sure, you were enjoying chatting with Calvin but it had only been a handful of months. You had been friends with his other guy for a few years, surely he wouldn’t think…”Yeah, I do” your friend responds.

A longer message about Calvin’s video popped up and you open it to read it but quickly return to your friend’s message. Immediately, you reply, “That’s fucked. Of course I’m going to trust you more than him.” A few minutes later, and several messages between you and your friend, Calvin sends another message asking, “busy?” You reply back explaining that you were in an argument with one of your friends, or someone you considered a good friend. 

A set of messages spew back and forth between you and your friend. One fiery message after another and you getting more and more frustrated as the conversation goes. Calvin starts to notice your short messages and low tolerance for a simple joke he tries making. Normally, you are full of laughter to his jokes and now you won’t even laugh at one of them. 

“Hey, are you okay? Maybe that conversation isn’t the best one to be in..” Calvin sends. Reading it, you sign and type back, “I’m sorry. I don’t really mean to be so rude or depressing. I’m just getting really frustrated in this conversation and it’s definitely affecting how I’m responding to you. I’m just honestly ready to cry at this conversation.” Completely unaware that the conversation actually is the result of bringing up your dear Calvin, he replies saying, “Y/N, just leave the conversation. It’s not worth you being upset. If he was your friend, he wouldn’t be making you feel that way. Just talk with me instead.”

Now stuck between Calvin and your supposed friend, you are a bit torn. On one end, you want him to understand that Calvin has been there when your friend hasn’t. Not to mention, you want your friend to understand how much you value your friendship with him. But, it’s clearly taking a toll on how you’re talking with others and your happiness. 

Ever since you started talking with Calvin and made some new friends at your school, your friend has been trying to monopolize more and more of your time with other people. He says erratic things like you trusting too many people and how he doesn’t know if he can even trust you as the result of you expressing your feelings to these people. It’s almost as if your friend treats you like you’re in a relationship with him, even though you’re not.

Groaning loudly, you throw your phone down on your bed and cover your eyes with your hands. A few tears have already been shed, but you don’t know how much more you can take, or Calvin for that matter. The poor guy has been up the last few hours with you during the conversation and now it’s got quite late where you are and where he is. You decide to reply in short answers, as to not seem rude by blatantly leaving the conversation with your friend. He seems to take the bait and ends the conversation in belief that an understanding and realization has been reached. You sigh in relief that he has bought your lies and move back to your conversation with Calvin.

Logging into your Skype, per his request, you are shocked to see that he is clearly focused on you in the chat window. Smiling slightly when you see him, he says, “C’mon, I know you can do better than that.” Cracking a bigger smile, you look away and say a simple, “Hey… sorry about the whole conversation.. a bit of a buzzkill..” He speaks up again and asks, “Will you watch my latest video so I can see your reaction? I sent it in the chat before I post it.” 

Smiling brightly, you quickly pull up the video, but leave the Skype window open so you can see Calvin at the same time. He is clearly focused on you as your chest erupts into a fit of giggles at some of his jokes. His face immediately brightens up and a smile stretches across his face. “See, I knew I could get you to smile before bed.” Chuckling and shaking your head, you say, “Of course you can, you know I like just about all your jokes.” Finishing the video, you spend the rest of the night until long into the morning talking. He makes you smile with a plethora of cute jokes the rest of the night. You can’t help but think, ‘I don’t care if we ever meet. It’s moments like these that make me happy and that’s all that should matter.’

As you talk with Calvin, you both are doing a couple different activities. Mostly, you laying in bed and him playing a game on his PC while you two talk. Smiling to yourself, you drift off to sleep on Skype, but not before hearing a quick, “Awh are you asleep? Goodnight, Y/N, talk with you tomorrow.” You find yourself counting down the hours till he can make you smile again.

Hi again! Hope you enjoyed this fanfic! Let me know how you liked it and if you prefer fluff like this, more emotional, or more sensual material. This fanfic is a little bit on the longer style and hopefully kept your attention throughout. Like I posted previously, I am going to try and post more frequently (I can’t believe I hadn’t posted in a year lol). I miss writing and chatting with you guys, so feel free to drop a message in my box! 

Summary; : Reader hits it off with Calvin in Uni, they start dating and this is a flash forward to the present day.  *Thanks for the request*

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The door creaked loudly as it swung open, gently hitting against the lilac painted wall before coming to a stop. I stepped in, shutting the door behind me.

“Calvin?” I called out, in confusion as I headed to his dorm room. It was empty, I checked the text he had just sent me asking me to meet him there. It was clear, no misunderstanding. I sighed, about to turn around and leave when something caught my eye, sitting on his beige duvet was a single, crisp white, piece of paper. I recognized his handwriting.

Y/N,

Meet me down by the park.

I stared at it in confusion; there was no explanation at all. I lifted my gaze to look out his window, the sun was falling behind the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of auburn and coral. I frowned, knowing it would be dark soon, but decided to head down anyways. It wasn’t a question that our relationship had been sort of rocky these past few weeks, although I loved him to bits we’d constantly argue and it was draining. Between classes, his lack of sleep and just saying stupid things without gauging their reaction I could feel our connection slipping through my fingertips.

The air nipped at my bare arms as I stepped outside, and I instantly regretted not throwing on one of his hoodies. They were so big, engulfing me completely and I’d bask in the warmth and I absolutely loved that they smelt like him, the familiar scent of his deodorant that I adored, smoke and coffee. (matay obviously.)

I made it to the park in no time, as it was just off campus. It was nearing ten so it was completely vacant. I didn’t see Calvin though.  The sun was almost completely gone now, so the strongest source of light was the streetlights that were illuminating everything in a dull glow. I saw him then, his chocolate brown eyes glinting in the light, and a soft smile playing at his lips. He turned and began walking in the opposite direction. I frowned in confusion, and something edging on irritation.

“Calvin?” His name echoed through the darkness but I received no answer. I followed in pursuit, thinking I knew where he was heading. The farthest corner of the park was concealed by trees, maple and blossom, although it was hard to see in the darkness.  As I continued, blossom leaves began to fall at my feet. I saw the glow of lights and then I stepped out into a small clearing, lit up by the hundreds of fairy lights draped across the trees. The ground was covered in blankets, with a picnic basket that shocked me. I felt all the words I had earlier die on my tongue, as I raised my eyes to meet his.

“Y/N,” he spoke softly, approaching me, as he placed his warm hands on my cheek. His eyes were level with mine, as he bent down lightly, his warm breath fanning over my face. “I can’t describe how you make me feel, but If I had to, I’d never stop.” I hadn’t realized I was holding my breath, the fairy lights gave off the illusion that his eyes were glowing.

He kissed me then, and I could taste the smoke on his lips. Before I could even comprehend what was happening his lips were pressed onto mine, sending my emotions into a frenzy. I felt my knees give out under me; his tight grasp was the only thing keeping me up. I felt my arms travel up his muscular chest, before looping around his neck, as he pulled me closer, if that was even possible. My head spun with the intensity of him, his lips were smooth, supple. His bottom lip pursed tightly over mine, the kiss was intense, demanding. He knew what he was doing; sadly I couldn’t say the same.  It felt like he was savouring the moment, like it would be our last. He pulled back, an unfamiliar look in his eyes as he gazed down at me. A faint blush covered my cheeks, but the faint smile playing at my lips stayed, and for once it wasn’t fake, it was genuine. In that moment I couldn't of been happier.

He closed his eyes, his long, smoky eyelashes almost touching my cheek. I reached over, his hand grazing the top of the picnic basket as flipped it open. What greeted me, stunned me. I was so captivated by the beauty of the almost overflowing basket of eggs.

Grabbing one, I cracked it against the side of his head. The slimy liquid sliding down to his ear.  He looked at me intensely.

“This almost turns me on as much as Keemstar.”

(I’m just writing for fun. If there’s some grammar mistakes my badd, pos vibes + this is pretty damn short but again I’m not trying to write a novel 5:30 in the morning i just enjoy writing. Maybe I’ll write more??)