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anxious2dsimp · 4 years ago

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Everything He's Not | Iwaizumi x GN! Reader | Short Fic

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Flavour: Angst (Reader x Cheater!Oikawa) to Fluff (Reader x Iwaizumi)💔→☁️

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Format: Short Fic (alternating between two sides of the story, y/n and Iwa's)

Part: 1 out of 2 (read part 2 here)

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Y/N, has dated the very popular Oikawa Toru for a while, through him becoming friends with his group. However, little do they know about a certain stoic ace's feelings for his best friend's s/o. When Oikawa screws up big time, will Iwaizumi's true feelings finally show? And what will Y/N do when everything goes down?

Warnings: Cheating, cursing, breakups, basically Oikawa x Reader angst turned into Iwaizumi x Reader fluff.

A/N: I wrote this for myself a while back but I edited it into a gender-neutral reader insert on a sleep-deprived whim (sorry if there are any mistakes, feel free to let me know!) Ik it's very random, but hopefully someone likes it :)

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Your POV

Dating Oikawa Toru was definitely different from what you expected; at first you were weary about the volleyball star, but after giving him a chance you started to see the real him. Yes, he was the captain of a powerhouse’s Volleyball team and had a ton of fangirls, but really he was just a regular guy with dorky interests and an alien obsession, which was the side of him you fell for. It wasn’t all great, dealing with his fangirls was rough; luckily you were safe being from another school, but they’d take any chance they had to try and gain Oikawa’s interest, flirting with him as he did the same back, not with bad intentions, it was just his personality. It did slightly annoy you, but you knew he was clear that we were together and wouldn’t take things further, he was just keeping up his image, and he promised you that was all.

Since your Karasuno friends didn’t particularly like your relationship with the setter (though they did respect it), you two hung out with his Aoba Johsai friends; that’s how your friendship with Iwa, Makki, and Mattsun started. You all became good friends, so they all helped you keep Oikawa in line while at school (especially Iwaizumi). Since you got along so well your friendship became its own thing besides Oikawa, and before you realized it, you and Iwa were such good friends that you chatted almost daily on the phone.

You don’t know what exactly made you bond so much, maybe you were similar in the sense that you were both used to being lowkey, keeping things together behind the scenes; regardless, you both enjoyed each other’s company. That Tuesday afternoon was one of those days, Oikawa had something to do at school, so Iwaizumi invited you, Makki, and Mattsun over to his place to wait for the captain like you usually did since it was the closest to the school.

So, you just chilled like always, laughing and playing video games, talking about whatever came to mind. While you were in the middle of a Mario Kart match, you heard the front door of the apartment open, “(y/n)-chan! I’m sorry for the delay~” the brunette said in a sing-song voice.

“Hi to you too, Oikawa,” said Makki, poking fun at him, to which he just rolled his eyes and walked over to the couch. “Aren’t you gonna give me a kiss?” Oikawa asked standing in front of the screen, causing all four of you to start yelling at him to get out of the way, making him pout. “One sec, Toru-chan,” you said, biting your lip while focusing on keeping your first place intact for the last lap. The setter just giggled and got out of the way, walking around the sofa to stand behind you.

Iwaizumi’s POV

‘Eyes on the screen Iwaizumi,’ the ace told himself as he tried to focus on the game, attempting to ignore the way Oikawa kissed (y/n)’s neck while they played, trying to get their attention but failing miserably other than a giggle here and there. Iwa could tell by the way their (e/c) colored eyes pierced the screen that they wanted to win. The boy could see why his best friend liked them, unlike most people (y/n) actually treated Oikawa like a normal person, which definitely got him going. It wasn’t just that though, you all became such good friends because they’re smart, funny and beyond kind; but that’s all you were, friends. So why did it make him moody to see them be all couple-y?

After all, they were together while he was just the friend, the one who kept the fangirls off Oikawa so (y/n) didn’t have to worry because he couldn’t do it himself. Even though Toru was Iwaizumi’s best friend since they were kids, he couldn’t help but think that his friend wasn’t the greatest boyfriend. However, that was the same reason why he couldn’t say anything either, after all, they made him happy and vice versa, so he just kept telling himself to keep his damn eyes on the screen.

Luckily for him, the game was soon over so you all ordered takeout and sat around talking. “Yo, (y/n), there’s this new scary movie on Netflix, we should watch it this Friday night,” Mattsun stated, stealing one of Maki’s fries and throwing it in his mouth. “That sounds fun, but I can’t Friday! Karasuno has a friendly match against a few Tokyo schools this weekend so we leave Thursday after school,” (y/n) explained with a sweet smile, Iwaizumi’s eyes casually wondering over to Oikawa to see him looking upset.

‘Ugh, here goes,’ the spiker thought to himself. Lately, Toru had been restless and uncomfortable because according to him, his s/o was slipping away from him. Oikawa had somehow managed to convince himself that Karasuno had made it their mission to get their manager (y/n) to stop liking him and had been getting increasingly dramatic and jealous lately for no reason.

“But I thought we were going to hang out this weekend,” Oikawa whined as he pouted at his significant other, trying to seem jokingly disappointed though his best friend could tell he actually was upset. “Babe, we literally talk every day and we hung out all this past weekend, and today,” (y/n) said taking his hand.

“Plus, you have friends too, Shittykawa,” Hajime said, trying to get his friend’s mind out of that dark place since he knew he was more prone to make stupid comments when it was there. Oikawa didn’t drop it, insisting on how they were talking less as (y/n) continued to explain that school had been busy and how he also had responsibilities that took up his time. They eventually got him to shut up, but Iwaizumi couldn’t shake the concern that he was being too stupid, and it felt like he was getting closer and closer to making a mistake.

Your POV

You had to admit you did feel guilty when you told Toru you were leaving for the weekend, it was true that you had been way too busy with school and that neither of you had much free time, but you knew that your feelings for him were still strong. So, that Thursday after school you were happy and excited to hear that the trip had been postponed and you’d actually travel on Saturday morning because Sensei had a very important meeting on Friday afternoon. With the change of plans, you decided to go surprise your boyfriend, and it already being late in the afternoon, by the time you got to his place he would be home.

As you got off the bus by his place and got closer to his house, the sun beginning to set, a couple by a small park caught your eye, causing a soft smile to appear on your face. That park was always where you two would hang out when you wanted to be just the two of you. Walking closer, however, the smile quickly disappeared as you realized the “couple” was none other than Oikawa himself with one of his persistent fans he told you not to worry about. ‘Maybe they’re just hanging out as friends,’ or at least that’s what you told yourself as you squinted and kept walking.

Picking up your pace you got closer, now being able to see their faces more clearly in the dimly lit park only to watch them kiss, the girl’s arms around his neck while Oikawa’s hand slid up her thigh. You didn’t know what to do, so you just stood there in shock as silent tears began to fall down your face. Almost as if you were in a trance, you reached into your pocket and took out your phone, dialing his number as you saw the brunette react.

He looked down surprised at his phone screen as he scooted apart from the girl and picked up the call as if it was nothing. “Hey beaut-” he started to say before you cut him off, not having the strength to hear his happy tone. “How could you?!” you sobbed angrily into the phone as his face became anxious. “What’s wrong babe?” How could he try to play it off as if he had no idea?

“You lying, cheating, son of a bitch! We’re over,” you yelled angrily, hanging up right as his eyes met yours. You were close enough to see the horrified and heartbroken expression on his face, but before he could say anything you turned around and just ran. Grabbing the straps of your backpack you sprinted back down the streets, your vision blurry with tears as your (h/c) hair was pushed back by the wind. It was only when you were back at the bus station and were sure that Oikawa was nowhere to be seen that you stopped and realized; you didn’t know where to go next.

You could go to your Karasuno friends, but you weren’t in the mood to hear “I told you so” and couldn’t go home to not worry your family. As you sat there and looked at the screen blankly, tears continuing to fill your eyes, a notification appeared. ‘Hey loser, how’s the trip going?’ you read as your eyes looked at Iwa’s name by the message. He was your best shot, you were close and he wouldn’t judge, so without opening your phone again and ignoring all of Oikawa’s calls you jogged over to Iwaizumi’s place.

After ringing the apartment and hiding your teary and now out of breath voice in the intercom, Iwa’s mom buzzed you in, and once you got to his floor you were greeted by Iwaizumi looking concerned, more so once he saw the state you were in. “(y/n), are you ok?” Iwaizumi asked as he walked over to you, hugging you as you hid in his arms and sobbed. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know where else to go. It’s Oikawa,” you explained as he nodded and got you inside. He made some tea and brought it with you two to his room, both of you sitting on his bed. “Ok, what did Shittykawa do now?” he asked as he looked up at you and handed over a warm mug. “D- did you know h-he was cheating on me?” you managed to stutter out between sobs, trying to sound collected but being embarrassed by your inability to do so.

“He- wHAT?!” His reaction startled you, and when you looked up from the cup and saw his horrified, furious expression it made you feel less like you were overreacting. “I- the trip got postponed to Saturday morning, so I went to surprise him to his place and saw him in our bench making out with one of his fangirls,” you explained, watching as Iwa’s face became angrier and angrier, realizing how you don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this, “I’m sorry I came to you, I know you’re best friends.”

Iwaizumi’s POV

Seeing them like this was already painful, but learning what Oikawa did was too much, Iwaizumi couldn’t believe how his friend could do this to (y/n). The spiker had never cared when he did stuff like this or worse than this to his fangirls. After all, he thought, they were the ones stupid enough to be blinded by his charm, but he never fathomed Oikawa would be able to do something like that to someone as great as you. “What? Hey, don’t even dare apologize,” he stated firmly as he took both mugs and set them by the bedside table, hugging (y/n) tightly and feeling them snuggle into him as they cried. Seeing them like this killed him. ‘Fuck Oikawa,’ he thought to himself, ‘if before I had stayed out of the way because they were good for each other that’s no longer the case.’

“I’m so sorry he did this to you; I should have stopped him. If I had known I would have, I should have been paying more attention,” the ace rambled into (y/n)’s hair as they cried softly, getting angry at himself before being interrupted by them pushing themselves away from him gently to look up at his face. “Why are you apologizing as if this was your fault? Iwa, he’s the one who’s an asshole, not you,” they stated, wiping a tear from their face.

“Because,” was he really going to say this? Screw it, here goes nothing, he told himself before continuing, “I knew you deserved better than him, but I convinced myself he would be different with you because I saw how good you were to him, and how happy you looked.” (y/n) just looked at him, mouth slightly ajar as they seemed to process what the boy had said. He couldn’t take the silence anymore so to avoid the blush he felt was beginning to appear on his cheeks he asked; “so did you dump him?” They nodded, looking down at their cup of tea as they chuckled and replied; “on the spot, over the phone.”

Iwaizumi chuckled back, releasing some of the nerves; “serves him right.” They smiled weakly at his comment and absentmindedly ran their fingers through their hair, My god were they gorgeous, Hajime thought to himself, only then realizing it was the first time it was just the two of them in his room, suddenly becoming self-conscious. Calm down, he told himself while taking a deep breath, looking over at (y/n). 'They just broke up with their boyfriend, being here with you is their last concern,' or so he thought. “Do you… want to watch (favorite movie) and eat ice cream?” the spiker suggested after thinking for a moment, he knew that was their favorite movie, and ice cream helps get over jerks, right?

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heyitsyn · 4 years ago

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,,,,OK Kurat

Soulmate!Bokuto

a/n: when bokuto refuses to fix his roots and let the gray dye grow out and it slightly irritates you

colorblind soulmate where you lose your colors and only gain them back when your other half starts to have feelings for you

requests are open!!

so, leggo?

ever since you turned 16, you’ve literally gone colorblind

like you were perfectly happy seeing the colors of the world

from daichi’s red sweater

to hinata’s orange hair

you were ROBBED of the colors of the world

when you woke up that morning, you knew you would get your soulmate sign soon and you were sure it would happen while you were in class as it would start the exact time you were born 16 years ago

so there you were, happily eating with nishi and tanaka at the roof

‘hey, y/n-chan, look at this manga i found!’

you look up at noya and you almost choked on your rice ball when you couldn’t see his blonde streak anymore

it was like the moment you blinked, it was gone

he must’ve noticed your surprised look because noya touched the front floof since you were staring right at it

tanaka had his mouth opened and patted your back when you coughed

‘ah, it happened now?’

then you just start bawling

‘i cANt sEE yOuR hAiR anYmoRE!! aNd hiNATa’s hAiR! aND tHE oRANgE uniFOrMS!’

they understand it was a touchy subject for you since you were expecting something cute like noya’s thought sharing sign or tanaka’s taste sharing sign

but NO!!!

‘it’s okay y/n-chan. you’ll meet them soon and you’ll get your colors back’

from then on, all you’ve done is research all you can about soulmate signs and how they worked

yours happens to be a rarer one and you groaned bc of course it would happen to YOU

it states that usually, the moment you lock eyes with your soulmate, you’d get your lost sense back

but you wouldnt know when it would exactly happen and be like your uncle who is nearly 40 and still cant smell anything

whats worse, there were even cases where you wouldnt get them back in one sight but gain them when they start to have romantic feelings for you

you really do hope you’d get the easier

being a part-time manager, you often helped the vbc if you were free from your other clubs so you sometimes help kiyoko with the kids

entering the gym, you frowned when you saw hinata and the gray tone of his hair

everything was gray but colors that are light like yellow or bright orange, were lighter gray while darker ones were dark gray or black

seems like tanaka and noya told the team what happened because daichi went up to you and ruffled your hair before saying it’ll be okay

‘give it time! you will find them!’

yacchi, a manager-in-training, enthusiastically told you about her ideas for the poster and gave you her rough draft, explaining the little details

but you were out of it as you just roamed your eyes over the gray-colored paper

thus causing her to freak out

‘OH MY GOD! I”M SO SORRY Y/N-SAN! I FORGOT ABOUT IT!! I’M SO SORRY!’

(yacchi is just a little precious bun, please protec her :’))

but you ruffled her hair and put on a smile

‘don’t sweat it, yacchi’

after that whole thing about announcement of the tokyo training camp and the hinata/kageyama idiot squad

you guys were in the bus, getting ready for Tokyo

it’s also been weeks since you lost it so you were still new but you were starting to get used to it

ofc you still had mistakes like their different colored practice jerseys and who was in what team or wearing different colored socks

but you were slowly adapting

it was a few hours of a drive so everyone was static to get out of the cramp bus and use the bathroom and stretch their legs

you took your time and put the others trash into a plastic bag bc youre just a great manager like that

getting out of the bus, you heard a horrendous and terrifying laugh and saw the nekoma captain hunching over in laughter

‘my god. at least his face makes up for it’

you got a text from hinata and kageyama saying that they were going to take their exams now and you sent them a little encouraging blurb

the guy from nekoma with the mohawk gawked at the 3 managers and you remembered him having that blonde hair dye

when you and the rest entered their gym, all you saw were balls flying everywhere and lots of people

your eyes scanned for at least someone to make eye contact with you because this gym has a lot of people in it and there could be a possibility they were in here

like 0.000003% probably but still a chance

from the managers to the players, not one reactivated the colors

‘hm,,, i think my soulmate is in here’

noya’s little comment made you glare at him in envy and he grinned with a peace sign

you noticed that boy kenma with his haircut and there was someone sitting near him that made you turn to the others

‘okay, either i just have terrible memory but is that a new guy?’

suga wondered the same thing and you flinched at the kid’s harsh stare at you all

there was a light gray tone to his hair and eyes so you were curious what color they were

‘his legs look a little long. i think he’s taller than most of these guys’

asahi said which made you give him a look

‘listen, as long as we got tsukki-kun, we’re okay’

the first match was against some powerhouse called fukurodani and they had a few interesting players

by interesting, you meant looks wise

that one guy looked freaking pretty with his sharp eyes while the other guy, who you assumed to be the captain, had round eyes and spiked hair

you were pretty sure that he had different colored hair due to the mix of black and light tones

AND THE WAY IT WAS STYLED THO

its like he got electrocuted and his hair just stayed the same

you were too busy looking at the 2 teams that you completely missed karasuno’s defeat and just saw them doing flying receives

the others gathered to the side and the next game was against fukurodani and nekoma

from hearing the names being said, that pretty guy was akashi or aggghasshi and the owl looking dude was bokuto-san or bokutosang or something bokuto bc youre not exactly sure

and then he be flying

‘he REALLY flying!’

you exclaim and tbh what can you expect from being one of the top 5 aces in the country

then the ball straight flew towards your own player and you and yamagucci screamed for his name

everyone flinched when the ball hit his hand and you ran over to check

‘ouch’

you hear that loud voice of his on top of kei’s hiss and you growled

‘HEY HEY HEY’

he didnt even apologize and if it wasnt for tanaka and daichi holding you back, you were about to scream into the guys ear for damaging your player’s hand since he needed it to block properly

‘LET ME GO! WHO DOES HE THINK HE IS INJUR-’

suga smiled and raised a hand apologetically your shouts caught the attention of others

the more games karasuno played, the more they lost

you went to fill up their water bottles and was mumbling to yourself, blaming that freak haired guy for tsukki’s pained blocks

‘didnt even apologize. how dare he hurt my boy’

bokuto was going for a drink when he heard your mumbles by the water fountain

he noticed you as the karasuno manager and poked you in the shoulder

‘ah! youre the manager!’

cue you looking to glare at him since you could recognize that voice anywhere

‘and you are?’

taken aback with your tone, he grinned

‘bokuto. bokuto koutarou’

‘ah’

then you went back to filling up the bottles

he fiddled with his towel before poking you again

‘um,,, i want to apologize for earlier. sorry about that spike’

you stopped and you nodded

‘i appreciate the apology, bokuto-san. but you should say it to him’

bo guessed that you were kinda their mother hen and you looked after the players of your team

‘are you,,, a third year?’

closing the lid of the last bottle, you placed it on the basket

‘second’

his eyes widened before shouting

‘im your senpai!’

you jumped at the sudden volume of his voice and awkwardly smiled

‘ah. okay, bokuto-san’

his eyes widened before patting your shoulder gently

‘drop the -san! i prefer being called senpai!’

does this guy have a senpai kink or something

but there was probably nothing wrong with calling him senpai right?

‘okay, bokuto-senpai’

you were lowkey kinda iffy since you dont really call anyone senpai, everyone was -san to you

bo laughed loudly and ruffled your hair

‘WAH!!!!!! MY LITTLE KOUHAI!!!’

‘bokuto-san!’

your head looked up and you saw the pretty guy walking towards you

he bowed in front of you in both greeting and apology

‘sorry about him. he gets a little excited sometimes. im akaashi keiji by the way’

you waved it off and smiled gently

‘nice to meet you, akaashi-san. and dont worry, i have two people like him in my team’

hinata and noya

‘come on. the next game is about to start’

he tugged bokuto’s arm and bo waved at you before walking away

‘see ya!’

but stopped

‘ah! i didnt get your name!’

‘y/n. l/n y/n’

‘see ya later y/n!’

when you came back, the boys were still doing flying and you glanced at your watch, knowing that your boys should be coming soon

you and yacchi were visibly listening to the other players talking about your team and kiyoko gave you both a look to settle down

‘hold it in, girls’

the sea of different tones of gray were currently making you dizzy with so many things happening at ones and you completely missed the door opening, revealing tanaka’s sister

noya’s excited shout made you turn and you waved excitedly

you’ve met her once when you went over to help tutor her poor brother and noya who practically lives at their house

everyone stopped what they were doing and saw the two boys huffing by the door

you heard kuroo’s comment but you were too excited to see them come back in one piece

‘ah, so those are the legendary first years’

hm, if only you knew why they were late

bo saw you with wide eyes and excitedly bouncing at the sidelines as karasuno started to play

‘what are you looking at bokuto-san?’

akaashi asked

bo thought you were interesting the moment he heard you angrily mumble about him and he thought your pouting face was cute

‘i wonder what her soulmate mark is’

akaashi knew about his soulmate sign since he received a very frantic phone call that sunday afternoon of bokuto not being able to see the color of his apple anymore

‘she probably doesnt have it yet’

akaashi’s answer made his brows furrow

‘she’s a second year so shes probably 16 already’

‘why would it matter to you anyways?’

yea, why did it matter?

‘just general curiosity. shes quite fiesty. i like her. i want to be friends’

akaashi sighs and pats his back

‘i support you, bokuto-san’

shoot this might as well be a bokuaka

he saw you run to the two first years and took their bags for them, ruffling their hair each

even though you’re only like a some months older than hinata, you still treat him like a babie

‘coach left some buns from earlier so you can eat that before you play. oh! i also got you your milk, kags!’

bo literally could feel your happiness radiating and he saw your eyes

too bad he couldn’t see the color of them

although the boys team was finally complete, they still lost quite a lot of sets

and they were trying so hard and you were just cheering on the sidelines w yacchi and kiyoko

you kept running back and forth from the drinking fountain since the boys kept drinking so much water

and bo just finds you there again

for the second time today

‘oh? back again, y/n-chan?’

you could recognized that gruffy voice anywhere

you turned and gave him a tight smile

‘ah. hello bokuto-san’

he pouted and nudged you with a finger to your shoulder

‘senpai! call me senpai!’

you were pretty sure he was 18 yet he still threw a tantrum

what kinda-

‘okay okay. sorry, bokuto-senpai’

then like a switch his pouts became grins and you got dizzy with the sudden mood switch

‘youre such a diligent manager, y/n-chan. you should transfer to our school and be one of ours instead!’

then you remember meeting the 2 managers they had

‘ah, you already have 2 so i think you’re covered’

bo whined at that

‘but karasuno also has 2 without you!’

tbh you shouldve been uncomfortable in this situation bc here you have a grown man whining

but you found his pout endearing and his eyes were loony-looking

‘not to hurt your feelings, bokuto-senpai, but we just met and i don’t know you all that well’

‘then you know the solution to that, don’t you?’

you just stared at him

‘lets get to know each other! lets be friends! lets be close!’

you couldnt say anything else since you were kinda in a pickle here so you just nodded

‘um, okay’

‘bokuto-san!’

that voice made you perk up and you raised a hand

‘akaashi-san!’

bo saw your smile and he pouted, jealous that you didnt give that smile when you saw him

‘ah, l/n-san.’

you looked at bo and his eyes grew even bigger and you resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks with how they puffed out with his pout

woah wait huh

why did you just think of that

akaashi had to bring back bo to the gym for their match but bo refused to walk

‘no! not until y/n-chan wants to be my friend!’

what are you

but you nodded, placing a hand around his bicep

you froze, trying to contain the shock of how S T R O N G they felt

ohmygad

‘l-lets get to know each other later, bokuto-sa-senpai’

you hurriedly corrected yourself and breathed a sigh of relief when he didnt notice

a big smile got to his face and he pointed at you

‘ill win this for you y/n-chan!’

you sweatdropped bc wow this manz is winning a game for you

no-for your friendship

he excitedly ran back down the hallway and disappeared with a faint ‘hey hey hey!’

you and akaashi shared a look and he apologized

‘im sorry if he made you uncomfortable’

‘nah nah, its okay’

‘and thanks for uplifting him. he was in a mood when he left bc we lost a set but now he’s energized thanks to you’

a,,, mood?

‘is he,,, i dont know,,,, bipolar?’

akaashi stood for a second before shrugging

‘i guess you could say that. the team tries to uplift him bc if hes in a mood he messes up’

a sound of recognition left your lips before you nodded

‘ah okay’

‘well, i guess im seeing you later then, l/n-san?’

‘oh, please. call me y/n. we’re the same age!’

but he gave you a mysterious smile

‘i dont think bokuto-san would like that’

so the remaining of the time there, bo was practically stuck to you as he followed you everywhere

babie calls it ‘friendship bonding’

when yall were leaving, he was pouting so hard and you gave in to your urges

;)

you pinched his cheeks

‘until next time, bo-senpai’

blew a fuse right then and there

bO-sENPai

yall remained in contact and you even went up to visit him and just hang out

you were lowkey catching feelings

like when he sent you that mirror picture of him and kuroo being sassy in a department store and your heart started beating really really fast

then your palms started sweating as you remembered the feeling of his warm hands on yours when he led you through the busy sidewalk of tokyo

‘siri, am i having a stroke?’

but you were like ‘nuh-uh, must remain pure for my soulmate’

however

if you have those feelings already and it’s towards your soulmate, that gave bo his sight of colors

just sitting there w his team eating yakisoba bun then he looked at akaashi and saw his friend’s blue eyes again

can you tell im a bokuaka simp

in another life flashbacks

n e ways

he was so happy and ecstatic and was about to call you but akaashi was like, ‘wait, i think she might be your soulmate’

the entire team was just like, ‘what’

and bo just sitting there, ‘omg what if’

akaashi,

grandmaster plan creator

tells bokuto to hold off from telling you until the next time yall see each other which is in the training camp

for story’s sake, training camp finally rolls around

you cannot stop squirming in your seat bc ya finally get to see bo again after so long

kuroo greets yall at the front and hes familiar w you since you hung out w the tokyo squad

‘you have a surprise little chibi’

you were just like, ‘,,,,ok kurat’

meanwhi;e,,

bo was so antsy and he was just like, ‘yey! i get to see her again!’

ngl, bo thought you were really pretty and cute and he thinks he has a crush on you but not like head-over-heels like you were

literally cannot stand still and the team was tired of having to keep him from running so akaashi just let him go

‘but dont run her over, bokuto-san’

he sonic bolts over

nYOOM

he finally sees that tangerine hinata and was searching for your hair color and when he sees you laughing at kuroo’s face, his eyes widened

his heart beat started beating really really fast and everything in his brain and all the words he wanted to say died down

he never really saw your face with colors but he just stares in awe at your beautiful skin color, breathtaking eyes, silky hair, and those plump lips

sweat started to gather at his palms and his feet started moving on its own until he just scoops you in his arms, lifting you off the ground in the process

w you, there was a silence

‘your eyes,,,,, theyre beautiful’

bo just grins at the crack of your voice and tears just wells up in your eyes w a smile

‘bo!’

you shouted and you wrapped your legs around his waist while he burrows his head in your neck

‘you’re so beautiful. oh my god, you’re so beautiful’

omg what i would do for bo to say that to me

obvs, the others knew what was happening

dai and suga were already planning on the talk

kuroo just recording the whole thing

‘im falling in love with you. i want to fall in love with you over and over again until i die. i want to feel like this forever. can i?’

just forgets about everyone and being in your own bubble and your own world as bokuto just professes his love for you

‘stupid question, koutaro!’

you giggled and he finally allowed you to stand on your own two feet

‘let me love you for eternity’

cue waterworks from noya and tanaka and konoha

‘but baby, we need to touch up your roots, though.’

‘we got forever, soulmate’

sorry if this was trash

#bokuto x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu bokuto x reader #haikyuu bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto headcanons #bokutou x reader #bokuto soulmate #haikyuu soulmate #haikyuu fluff #bokuto koutaro #fukurodani #bokuto imagines #haikyuu imagines #bokuto scenarios #haikyuu scenarios

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tooruluv · 4 years ago

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Tobio Kageyama x F!Reader ( part 1 )

❝ goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished, but the book is closed. tell me, have we started a new one? ❞

description: it had been years since you and kageyama broke up. it had been years since the two of you left each other, hatred brewing. fate works in funny ways, you thought, as you caught his eye across the café. love works in funny ways, you thought, as you woke up in his bed the next morning, his fiance calling his phone.

genre: forbidden love, cheating, ex lovers, (all characters are aged up)

word count: 2,007

warnings/notes: strong language, cheating, lowkey toxic relationship, just a lot of heartache and angst! i’ve been thinking of this one for a minute, so i hope you enjoy!! pls let me know your thoughts, i love hearing from you guys <3

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The final pages of the story were finished. The book was closed, the concluding statements read. The story of you and Tobio Kageyama had long since completed. With a few nostalgic memories and a broken heart, it was the end.

Except, like many stories, it wasn’t. An epilogue had begun. A new chapter starting in the midst of nothing, a sequel to a seemingly finished story.

Because you had somehow ended up here: gasping in between desperate kisses with the aforementioned man. He had you pinned up against his penthouse wall, hands grasping every inch of you that he could while your hands threaded in his hair.

Kageyama was buffer now, extra muscle and better build. He easily picked you up and made his moves with more strength and power. It wasn’t just passion the both of you were working with, but anger as well. He was angry at you, angry at the world.

But most importantly, Kageyama was angry with you, still. For breaking his heart.

The night was full of rough, heated kisses and using each other’s bodies in a way that would most certainly leave marks the next morning. You never once spoke, not since the very first kiss you had shared in five years.

Heaving and exhausted, the both of you fell asleep in the hotel you were staying in. There was no cuddling, no pillow talk. Instead, you fell asleep side by side.

Tobio Kageyama was the love of your high school life. The two of you dated the entirety of the dreadful years, seeing each other grow. He may have seemed stoic, or too focused on his favorite sport, but you would be lying if you said that he was a terrible boyfriend.

You brought him a milk every day at lunch, you supported him at every early morning volleyball tournament, you helped him study because despite everyone telling you he’s smart he was actually the least studious person ever. And he came to your house every time you felt sick, he looked at all of your drawings as if they were professional paintings, he brought you a hot chocolate (with your specific order) from the coffee shop you both liked whenever he felt the need to apologize.

You completed each other.

But you can’t really bring up the good parts, the parts you missed the most, without bringing up the bad parts. The parts that make you never want to return.

You were drained in the relationship, to say the least.

You were exhausted all of the time, full of worry because he never texted back, tired from the late nights when he would leave you waiting after practices when he promised he would meet you outside after. And he would get mad at you and give you the silent treatment until he brought you a hot chocolate and neither of you ever talked about it again, or if you tried he would change the subject. He also tended to hate PDA, something you rather enjoyed even if it was just holding pinkies.

The worst part, though, was his hatred for your friendship with your best friend. Tooru Oikawa had been your best friend since you were both children. You had even met Kageyama through the older boy, back in junior high.

You had to tell him over and over and time and time again that Tooru Oikawa was just a best friend and nothing more. You, in simpler terms, had told Kageyama that you had never ever had even an inkling of a crush on the man. This was a reoccurring situation for the entirety of your relationship.

Like it was a competition between the two and you were the prize. And you hated being played as a game.

One day, only a couple of weeks before you had broken up with him, you and Kageyama were sitting in your bedroom. You were trying to study with him, flashcards and papers spread out across your bed as he sat beside you.

Your phone went off, and you ignored it. Kageyama didn’t.

“Oikawa’s texting you again.” He said, voice low with irritation. You rolled your eyes.

“You know, Kageyama, that he’s only a friend and has only ever been a friend.” you told him, ignoring your phone when it went off again. “It’s like you talking to… Hinata.”

“Hinata’s not hitting up my phone every hour, though, is he?”

“He might as well be.” You set down your book and turned your body so all of your attention was on your boyfriend. When your hands reached for his, and your fingers interlocked with his, he basically let out a sigh of relief as he relaxed. “I love you. You.”

“I love you, too.” He wrapped his other hand around the one holding yours. “I didn’t want to start a fight.”

“I know.”

God, it was going to be hard to tell him goodbye.

Five years had passed since you had last seen Tobio Kageyama. They passed in a series of blurs, as you spent a majority of them traveling and moving non-stop. And after a long time, you had somehow ended back where you started. Back in Japan.

Oikawa was the one who picked you up at the airport, excited as all hell to talk to you about his achievements since high school and hear your stories. He even wrote your name on a piece of paper and all.

“Ah, I have missed you more than you could possibly know!” Oikawa exclaimed as you walked beside him to get your luggage. “And now that you’re back, you can stop Iwa from bullying me.” He pouted.

“You know even I don’t have that kind of power.” You joked. Oikawa got taller, too.

On the way home, you heard about his new team and how they traveled the world, you heard about how big his nephew had gotten, about how things have changed since high school (Oikawa actually lived by himself, now, which was a shock to you since your best friend hated being lonely).

And you caught him up on your adventures, about backpacking in Europe and visiting the Great Wall of China, about living in the states.

You missed being back, for the most part.

Oikawa helped you unpack in your hotel (“You could always stay with me, young traveler, instead of this hotel” He told you. Which you replied with, “My dear Tooru, I wouldn’t want to intervene on prime masturbation hours.”)

The first place you visited since being back was Oikawa’s apartment. The second place you visited was the Scoups Café.

The café wasn’t tiny, but it wasn’t large either. There were tables spread out along the floor, decorated with old newspapers and flower centerpieces. The smell of coffee filled the air the second you opened the big glass doors. The small chatters of people and clicking of keyboards created a chorus of nearly synchronized harmonies. Though it was soothing, beautiful, but it reminded you of every love story imaginable all packed into one: Tobio Kageyama.

You ordered your hot chocolate and waited behind the brown counters. As you did, you heard your name being said from behind you.

You turned to see him. The dark hair, the blue eyes. Unmistakable. You froze on the spot, arms limp at your sides. You didn’t know if it was the anger or the heart break that hit you first. But all you knew then, in that moment, was that he was there. He was there, in the coffee shop with you, and was looking at you with the same anger/heartbreak combination you wore.

“I hate you.”

Those were the last words Kageyama said to you. Those were the words that you heard repeatedly over and over and over. You weren’t sure if he was being honest or if he was just pissed off, but he said them. To you, to your face, in front of loved ones. He said it.

And you hated him for it.

The plane ride was full of running makeup, shaking, and putting your phone on airplane mode (not that Kageyama would even text you, you knew he wouldn’t).

Maybe “I hate you” was better than “goodbye”. Maybe “I hate you” was better than “I love you”. Maybe “I hate you” was better than literally any other thing he could have said. Yeah, maybe.

Because hating him for the rest of your life would be way easier than being in love with him.

You claimed Tooru Oikawa as your best friend. And he claimed that you were “slightly higher than Iwa on the best friend scale”. It stemmed as children, you were in the same junior high as them before moving to Karasuno in high school. You were sitting with your other best friend, Hana, watching the game with such intensity that both of your eyes might as well have popped out of your head.

Hana was just as involved. Though it was just a junior high game that wasn’t that hard, it was interesting.

That’s when you met Kageyama for the first time. Your eyes were trained on him the entire time, his drive and passion showing even at the young age. He just… felt different. His aura drew you in like a red string tied on your pinky.

“You’re drooling!” Hana teased from beside you.

“I am not!”

You most definitely were. And after the game, you congratulated Oikawa on court along with his teammates (meaning a certain dark haired boy).

“Does he still hate you?” Oikawa asked you on facetime while you were still in the states. He was outside, in daylight, and you were about to pass out from staying up too late.

“I don’t know.” You didn’t like talking about it, contrary to popular beliefs. “I haven’t talked to him.”

“It’s okay. He hates me too.”

“Are you on a swing? Are you a child?”

“I’m watching Takeru!”

“I smell excuses, Tooru. Excuses.”

You laughed as Oikawa did his best to defend himself, making up ridiculous excuses that only made you laugh harder. Always the dramatic one. You were just happy to derail the conversation.

See, you thought that would be it. One relapse sexcapade with the man you loved for most of your life. One “get it out of your system” night. It’s funny, isn’t it, how things never truly are what you expect them to be.

You didn’t wake up to an empty bed. In fact, you woke up entangled with the dark haired man. Your legs were wrapped around his, and his arms around your waist. He was warm, chest pinned against your back.

His phone rang throughout the bedroom, interrupting your (quite peaceful) sleep.

He reached over your body, still staying behind you (completely naked still, to add), checking the caller ID. His one arm held his body over yours, chest to your side. Like he was trying to keep you trapped there, or he knew he looked like a god in the morning sun (the orange hues reflecting off of his skin in the most beautiful way possible). Either way, you just watched as he grabbed the phone off of the stand.

“Shit.” He mumbled.

His fiancé was calling.

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sunnypogue · 5 years ago

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jj visits you at school (headcanon)

ok so i took a very innocent prompt and turned it into my old ass reliving my college days (this is an ode to college football + texas food)

(warnings: nsfw-ish, drinking, cursing)

after high school, you decided you needed to get the hell out of north carolina

didn’t even consider duke/chapel hill/state

applied to schools all over the country before deciding on university of texas

(jj was sad because you were leaving - and he wasn’t - but it was closer than cal, which was your next choice)

as soon as you settled in, you bought him a flight out for a home football game

basically a religious experience in texas

you swooped him late thursday night from austin-bergstrom, borrowing your big’s boyfriend’s chevy silverado

yes you had joined a sorority. yes you lowkey loved it.

you could barely see over the wheel, and were basically falling asleep because you had to book it to the airport right after your 2 hour bio lab

but you got so excited when you saw jj - he was all amped up from flying for the first time

he waved you down, holding his beat up duffle bag on the sidewalk outside of arrivals

laughed at you as you tried navigating the truck (it was HARD okay, your big’s boyfriend owned a ranch - it wasn’t meant for the streets of austin), swung open the door as you rolled to a stop, slid into the passenger seat, gave you a “howdy, ma’am” before leaning over the gear shift & tongue fucking you.

woke ya right up!

you welcomed him to texas the traditional way - honey butter chicken biscuit from whataburger

he inhaled it - “god, what the FUCK is this?”

y’all spooned in your twin xl bed - you elbowed him in the chest, twice.

took him to your gen ed history class the next morning - y’all hid in the back and sent each other dirty texts the whole time (nothing new there)

gave him the full tour of campus after & rewarded him with torchy’s after - peg leg margarita + trailer trash tacos.

he had never had queso before - blew his fuckin’ mind

“why is the food here so GOOD?”

took him to your sorority mixer that night - 70’s themed, so y’all blew it out of the water with some very authentic ABBA costumes that you coordinated with your best friend + her boyfriend

jj let you round brush dry his hair & wore the classic all white outfit to match yours

y’all fucked in the costumes later that night - you couldn’t stop laughing, and he wouldn’t stop humming “super trouper”

woke up at the ass crack of day for game day - 2pm kick off meant 10 am tailgate

jj let you dress him (you were worried about getting him into the tailgate - you weren’t really in the mood for him to have to answer the “who do you know here?” question a thousand times)

of course, you had the frat boy game day uniform all ready for him - black ut polo, wranglers & cowboy boots.

he drew the line at the cowboy hat, opting for a backwards baseball cap

he wasn’t excited about the boots, until you handed him a flask & told him that was the only way he was sneaking alc into the game

jj immediately filled it with jack, before slipping into the side of his boot - “alright alright alright”

shockingly, getting him into the frat tailgate was no problem (you wisely chose to bring him to your big’s boyfriend’s frat - while he wasn’t pledge master, he had a lot of pull, and didn’t bat an eye as you brought your semi-incognito boyfriend into the house)

and of course, he made friends with literally EVERYONE he met

shotgunning beers with your best friends and their boyfriends

betting people to ride the mechanical bull in the middle of the backyard (because what the fuck)

sharing his boot flask (“yeah, my girlfriend got it for me - yeah, she’s pretty great.”)

of course, you taught him how to “hook ‘em”

and suckered him into a picture

literally y’all only got one good one, you on his back, throwing the horns, him grinning at you as he half-assed the horns

he was flipping off the camera in every other photo

when y’all got to the stadium, he lost his shit

easily the biggest place (with the most people) he had EVER been in

completely took it in stride - learning all the chants, (“we’re gonna beat the hell outta you!” was his favorite) cheering as pledges were forced to chug whatever crazy shit the older frat members smuggled into the stadium between the student section bleachers, going absolutely apeshit when texas would score

jj didn’t know football could be fun - football was synonymous with his dad betting big and losing hard, which meant he got the brunt of...that

after the game (horns win!), y’all headed back to your dorm for a shower & power nap before hitting sixth street later that night

you changed your outfit three times and your panties once, because SOMEONE thought it would be funny to finger you while you tried to do your hair

you weren’t really complaining, tbh

y’all walked to a pregame, jj wearing his boots & sipping from his flask, arm slung around you

same group y’all tailgated with earlier, so jj was like an old friend at this point

(he even got the invite to the fraternity mardi gras trip in the spring - he asked if you were going to be flashing for beads - you smacked him on the arm)

wrangled him into an intense game of rage cage (you won - he bragged about you for the rest of the night)

laughed as you and your friends sat in the uber to the bars, memorizing your fake id’s

jj had the same one from high school - he had a whole life story for his id at this point

let you drag him to a country bar - he kept your drink full as you & your sorority sisters drunkenly line danced to “any man of mine” and “cottonhead road”

you even got him to two step

he ended up half-carrying your wasted ass home - you passed the fuck out the second you were back in your dorm

being the good boyfriend he is, he helped you take your makeup off and change into your pj’s

you woke up in his cutoff coors shirt, and nothing else - for revenge, you woke him up with a blow job - obviously.

you both had mind numbing hangovers (he refused to admit it, but he was feelin’ a lil rough after a game day + night out on sixth), so you dragged him to brunch - hair of the dog, baby.

knocked a couple mimosas back & made plans to lay out by the pool - nothing like getting absolutely fried by the sun to revive your hungover ass

as you were falling asleep on the lounger by the school’s outdoor pool, you heard him mumble something

“you know where austin community college is, baby?”

you nodded, not following the conversation whatsoever, playing around with his baseball cap (you forgot your sunglasses, he offered it up to protect your eyes from the sun)

“lookin’ at it” he shrugged, holding his phone up, home page for ACC on his browser

you sat up a lil bit. “you’d consider leaving the outer banks?”

he didn’t respond right away - you poked him with your foot a couple times

“I don’t think I’d ever leave the outer banks for good - but for a few years? maybe.” “for me?”

he poked you back “nah, i’m coming for torchy’s + whataburger. you’re just an added bonus”

you nailed him with the hat, square in the face. “shut up.”

he laughed - sat up, swung your legs onto his lap, “i’m coming for you. you shut up.”

#jj maybank #headcanon #outer banks #outer banks fic #outer banks imagine #jj maybank fic #jj maybank x reader #rudy pankow #she writes #obx #jj obx #jj maybank imagine

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karasuno-writings · 5 years ago

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Yo. I'm new to your blog, so I'll try my best to be appreciative and polite to you. Doing this gotta be hard. So, I ain't gonna act like you inhuman. This is your work, and its darn good. You got support for that. Anyway, I hope this ain't a weird request. Decline if your wanna, no hard feelings. How about headcanons with Tsukishima, Hinata, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, and Kenma. Them having a sleepover with their s/o, and they put their head in their lap, and sing to them? Is that confusing, or too many?

Ah thank you so so much for your kind words, I’m really thankful of how thoughtful you are! It is a perfect request and a very wholesome one honestly!! Yes I loved this and don’t worry it was just right! Thank you so so much again!

And thank you all who helped yesterday, I am sorry if it was bothersome for me to make my breakdown public but honestly?? It was all of you who made me feel better. Special thanks to @normiewrites @bakupecs @leiawriteshaikyuu @oyaoyaoyoya @wolfishwriting and @a-q-rp (If you guys don’t want to be tagged just tell ma and sorry about that!) but if you wrote to me I really appreciate it, thank you all so much.

Tsukishima

You went to his house due to a storm that hit Miyagi late at night after a date the two of you had. Considering you were close to his home that is where the two of you rushed towards. At arrival you were soaking, and he definitely could not let you go home while it was dark and pouring, so he suggested for you to stay the night.

Of course you agreed, so he handed you some pajamas and let you take a hot shower, how horribly irresponsible of him would it be to leave you freeze and catch a cold after all.

Depending on your size you either wore the full set or you found the pants to be too big but just the shirt perfect. Either way they were Dinosaur print pajamas, and he was blushing when you came out of the bathroom.

He was wearing pajamas with a shark on the shirt, and looked way too cute for the frown that he has as a cover up for his slightly pink cheeks.

His gaze softens quick enough though, the two of you have been dating for a long time and he trusts you, he didn’t feel vulnerable as he thought he would, that was the biggest relief.

It was early enough so the two of you sat down to watch a movie, his pick was interstellar, and you didn’t complain so it was set.

15 minutes into the movie he pressed his lips on top of your head silently, your hair still wet from the shower, he could smell his shampoo which he immediately thought suited you, it felt so personal.

That’s what made him shift so your head rest on his lap. You were clearly confused by his actions but complied to rest your head on his legs, pleased at the affection that he was only prone to show in private.

Your wet hair was fresh to the touch and soft in his hands, so he absentmindedly ran his fingers through it, dividing stands and twisting strands, all while immersed in the movie.

Halfway through while being fully immersed, half conscious of what he was doing he started humming softly

You did not say anything as you knew better, but it however felt so heartfelt? It was truly a precious moment between the two of you.

Ever since that moment it is an unspoken habit between the two of you

He does it often, however it’s only late at night and while the two of you are enjoying quality time silently.

Hinata

He invited you over to his house for no real reason, he just wanted to spend more time with you and he thought it would be a nice “date”. So once you were at his house the first thing the two of you did was make a pillow fort

It was pretty big as you sat inside with your laptop playing some background music as you were just chatting it up. However he wanted to be closer to you so he just shuffled over.

Once next to you he grabbed your head and placed it on his lap, probably a little on the harsher side because of his excitement. “Let me play with your hair Y/N it just smells so good!”

As you nodded and chuckled he began untangling it and running his fingers through it. He either plays with it making small braids that he learned to do thanks to Natsu if it is long enough, or just gush about how nice it feels if it is short.

He is talking to you about all his aspirations and you know volleyball until a song comes into his head, and he just kinda starts drifting away and starts singing it to you

He is smiling the whole time as he sings, brushing his fingers over your hair and taking loose strands off your face while looking into your eyes.

He smiles when he is done singing and he just silently plays with your hair for a few moments, he is very talkative but the moments of shared silence are so genuine and he is just admiring you

He started lowkey crying because he loves you so much, when you notice and ask he just hugs you and tells you that he just can’t believe he has you???

He is such an angel, this started happening frequently ever since, like whenever you are on a date in a more chill plan like staying at home he is very much singing to you while stroking your hair

Please do it for him too, if you sing to him he will sing along with you and honestly karaoke duets happen very often between the two of you

Iwaizumi

The first time you stayed over was because he had just lost a pretty important match and you wanted to support him. He really appreciate the offer and the fact that it was your idea was so much better, he just wanted to take his head out of the game.

When he saw you wearing pajamas he had this adorable blush on because honestly you looked great. He usually sleeps in boxers but he is a gentleman so he had some comfortable shorts on.

You both were chilling on his couch, this was after all a plan the came up out of the blue, so you were eating snacks while watching your favorite series. His arm was draped around you in a really lazy way, and his rough fingertips brushing your arm tenderly.

As you watched the last chapter together he felt you getting heavier against his chest and he looked at you, confirming that you were indeed asleep.

He started at you for a few moments, you looked so soft with you eyes closed, he didn’t want to disturb you so he panicked for at least five seconds.

After that he relaxed and very carefully help you lie down on the couch, resting your head on his lap.

He pressed a kiss to you forehead and changed the finale so you would not miss it, and put on an animated film because he is a sucker for them.

He loved your hair so he began playing with it, knowing it would help you relax, he almost does it as a scalp massage, he is so good as helping you relieve stress. He was tender but rough, pretty much like he is with most things.

You woke up slightly to hear him singing, he was not singing along to anything particularly, he just felt so at calm with you sleeping on his lap.

You did not stir until he finished singing, that is when he noticed you were awake once more. The blood rushed straight up to his cheeks after that, he was very embarrassed.

That is until you pressed a soft kiss on his lips as you shuffled to look at him. His hands found their way to you back and he was smiling onto your lips. He just loves you so much.

He does it often, but the singing is a rare occurrence

Kenma

Neither of you planned the sleepover, however when the two of you decided to take a break from playing you discovered that it was incredibly late, so he asked you to stay the night.

He had this small smile as he said it, he liked the idea of getting to spend more time with you, specially if it meant he got to cuddle you

He lent you some pajamas or comfy clothes of his, he liked when you wore his clothing, it was a small gesture of what you meant to him. He is a firm believer that to date you just need a really deep friendship so he likes those small details that give off they you are indeed dating.

The two of you had been playing games but now he just wanted to watch you play, so the two of you sat on the floor, his legs wrapped around you as he rest his chin on your shoulder, his arms loosely wrapped around you as he held his gaze on the game.

It was late at night, the two of you had watched a movie and played some board games, he is unsurprisingly good at them, and now you were laying on his bed, head on his lap.

The two of you were quiet as his hands found his way onto your hair, he then started playing with it, soft fingers meticulously dividing strands and tenderly running up and down your hair.

He then started humming, a soft and almost ethereal tune, as his eyes become droopy and his hands touched your hair carefully.

He has a beautiful singing voice, he however will not sing often, just in these precious moments.

Like that the both of you drifted asleep, only shifting almost in the morning, as you snuggled up to him.

Kuroo

It started as a study date, the two of you knew exams were approaching so it always helped to study together, however when you suggested staying over this boy was ecstatic.

When you arrived the two of you did study, long enough to get worn out. The second he saw you stress he decided to call it quits. He had prepared everything for this moment, from the movie the two of you would watch to the games you were to play.

When the two of you went to put on you pajamas he just smirked and mocked you, you just looked adorable and he honestly didn’t know how else to cope.

This dork lay blankets on the floor and pillows surrounding it, for the two of you to be comfortable so he literally lift you up and lay you down on the little place he had set up. He was about to put the movie but he got really caught up with talking to you and joking around to make you relax.

Then the two of you decided to actually watch the movie, some disney movie you had always loved, and before you could make yourself comfortable he was behind you, softly laying your head on his legs.

His hands quickly found their way to your hair he loved to play with it as a side distraction from the movie, and knowing it was something you liked made it all better.

He sang along to every single song in the movie and honestly he played with you hair almost the entirety of it, you ended up very relaxed and his he now smelled like you, he was really happy about it.

If you sing with him he will be beyond happy, making voices for different characters and all.

However after it ended the two of you remained there, and as he saw you he smirked and sang you a song very dear to him, it was soft and honestly he just appreciated that he could spend this moments with you.

You closed your eyes because it felt really good and just before you opened them he kissed you softly, smiling lightly. He was happy he took you by surprise.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu tsukishima #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #Kei Tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurō #kozume kenma #kenma x reader #Hinata Shōyō

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mrpenguinpants · 4 years ago

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Oh my god, I don’t know how I came up with this idea but one time I was playing a co-op domain that consisted of a party of Childe, Keqing, Kaeya, and Diluc. And for some reason, an idea came to mind.

What if these characters actually knew each other?

It went downhill from there, it went from Keqing babysits three grown men to Keqing reevaluating their own morale for them to me and my friend just labelling the idea as “Keqing’s disastrous and far from desired harem”. The idea spiraled in our heads, totally rent free, that I had to stop grinding domains for a while and just think.

Okay, hear me out.

Just— Just think of their interactions, albeit that their interactions may start roughly given that all of them have personalities that have rough ends, I believe that with effort, it will work out. Childe and Diluc would often disagree on most conversation topics, Kaeya would be... well, Kaeya, on a Kaeya-classified mission to annoy the fuck out of Diluc while the red-headed man deals with the Fatui brute who apparently was on a journey together with one of the neighboring nation’s chosen rulers.

It’s hardly even a harem! It’s just her being done with all these dramatic men’s own agendas and while it make not make a lot of sense, I fell completely in love with the idea. There are also a lot of things they would struggle to understand, like why Diluc just can’t let go of the past no matter how much he grows tolerant of the Knights, or why Childe chooses to keep on a facade of a toy seller just for his beloved brother, and many more!

God, I could go on about this for ages jdncjsjxjsmz— Anyways, taking all of that aside, happy belated new year and hopefully your blog doesn’t suffer again because it’s literally my consistent source of serotonin. Always remember that we love you and hope that you stay in good health! ... while also feeding us with content, hehe

Jokes aside, please always remember that this isn’t a job and you’re free to take breaks whenever you feel like it’s necessary. Thank you if you manage to read all of this and again, belated happy new year!

Yo, pop off anon! This is great!

I really really wish that genshin could mix more characters together and I know they just started and story continuity or whatever but it would be really nice. We do have voicelines so in a sense they do know each other but dammit, I want more food;;

I would read/watch the shit out of “Keqing’s disastrous and far from desired harem”. It lowkey reminds me of that fgo comic of Osakabehime, where she thought she was gonna start a harem, when really she’s just watching the mc go through theirs.

Keqing gives off major “I was not paid enough for this fuckery” vibes. You can not convince me otherwise. I think throwing 2 brain cell Zhongli [who is secretly the only one with braincells in the group] into that mess would be 11/10. I’ve been there before, trying to sleep and then at 3am I get slapped in the face with a 190k word crack/angst fic (which ahem, may or may have not happened with Xiao).

I’m so glad you have faith in them because I’m imagining they last for two hours on a good day before war paint is brought out. Childe is such a clown bastard, god I hate him, he would be the second Kaeya for Diluc but without the braincells. His only braincell is fighting. Lowkey, I actually really like Childe and Kaeya interactions that people have done, I just wanna see the Team Rocket antics. (If someone has not drawn that I will RIOT. Bonus points if Zhongli is Meowth). Poor Diluc popping 20 aspirin for his headache of having to deal with Kaeya and Childe which just ends up with Diluc trying to commit manslaughter and get away with it. No one will find out if everyone is dead.

Poor Keqing and her first impressions of seeing all these beauties only to realize, wait I’m dealing with actual children. Remember that Kaeya and Diluc wine talk where they were being petty in front of these two random guys? With Venti in the background. Pretty much the same idea except it’s Keqing with the most “are you serious right now? Right in front of my salad?”. Don’t worry anon, I love the idea too! Honestly, any “in the lore we don’t know each other or we secretly hate each other but OUTSIDE of the lore it’s a constant fever dream” is just mwah 💕💕 Having their soft and vulnerable moments with each other which brings them closer as a group is just ahh I love it. I absolutely adore this.

I can literally feel your excitement anon and I’m LIVING for it. Yo, if you ever think on this more PLEASE share it with us (if you want to of course). We need more interactions, give me hades level of interactions, PLEASE I BEG OF YOU.

Oh happy be-lated new year to you too 🎉🎉So far tumblr has been alright but I pray it doesn’t get snapped again. Aww you’re so sweet I’m glad this is brings you some good vibes. This ask has brought me to new heights of serotonin haha. I love you too, oh my god I’m actually so soft rn fuck. I hope you’re all safe as well^^ [don’t worry I gotchu on the content]

Of course, this was some good food hehe

#yo this #im about to slap the whiteboard right now #this is some peak content right here #i love this so much you have no idea #also this anon #adorable #i love you #im not even gonna put a haha just kidding I actually adore you #my skin is clear and the crops are growing #super duper big mwah #lovely anon #anon ask

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bnhaficsforthesoul · 5 years ago

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BNHA College Au - Aizawa

Major: Psychology

Minor: History

Sports: Nope

Clubs: Nope x2

So shouta fully intends to become a teacher, he’s had a rough upbringing and cause of that he wants to help kids in any way he can

This is one of the reasons he chose to major in psych, other than the topic being very interesting he wants to have a good understanding on psychology so that he can be as helpful as possible

He’s planning on becoming a high school teacher cause he feels like that’s the age group he would work best with and also he could help the most there

He works at a local high school too as a tutor, decided he might as well get some experience in and tutors students (mostly first years) on whatever he can help with, he’ll go there on days he doesn’t have any classes

He’s honestly just minoring in history because it’s always interested him, he finds learning how everything has developed over time into today interesting

Him and nemuri definitely have nerdy conversations about history, even though she’s more interested in the art aspect of it, they still talk about it all the time while hizashi and oboro are usually just stuck there listening to them ramble

Anyways, back to him working at a high school, you also work there

You’ve obviously seen shouta multiple times and knew he was from your college, but you didn’t really bother trying to talk to him at first because you just needed to focus on your job

However, one day when shouta was helping a kid on his math homework, they came upon a problem that neither of them knew how to solve, and seeing you in the room the kid called you over to ask if you could help

Cue lowkey blushy shouta because you instantly ran right over and tried helping the kid with a smile, and you had this cute concentrated look on your face as you read over the problem a couple times

Eventually the problem was solved, and the kid had to go leaving you and shouta alone

You didn’t want to be rude and just walk away, and there was no one else needing your help right now so you sat down next to him and started talking to him

It was kinda awkward, you were very much carrying this conversation

“You go to UA right? What’s your major?” its a simple question that has the poor man almost panicking, but he muttered out a “Psychology.”

He’s got the kind of voice that makes him sound like he’s just not interested, but you can tell from the look on his face that he’s flustered, but it doesn’t seem like he wants you to leave

So you keep talking, mainly about your majors and career paths, but you don’t mind - it’s fun talking to the shy boy

Eventually it’s time to leave though, and you have plans elsewhere, so you go your separate ways

But now when you two are working at the same times, neither of you are so hesitant to talk to each other, and any time you have a break you spend it chatting about anything and everything

Of course, being the best friend that he is, hizashi found out about ‘the cute person at work’ that shouta’s been talking to (since after a couple days you finally exchanged numbers and suddenly your conversations weren’t limited to only being at work)

Hizashi is practically begging shouta to ask you out, literally on his hands and knees like “shOUTA PLEASSE YOU GOTTA DO IT!!!! JUST ONE DATE!!” he just wants his friend to be happy and not limited to only hanging out with him oboro and nemuri

But shouta’s too scared to, no matter how cute and nice you are he’s too worried that you’ll say no and he doesn’t wanna ruin the friendship you two have formed

So what does hizashi do? He asks you out for shouta (which almost gets him strangled when shouta finds out)

He took shouta’s phone while he went to shower, and of course he knows the password, so he just opened it up and texted you “hey, can I take you out for coffee tomorrow?”

He gets so excited when you say yes lmao and gives you all the details, then shouta walks back in and is like “the fuck are you doing?” and hizashi gets this huge grin on his face and responds “I got you a date~”

Hizashi barely even saw shouta move before suddenly the phone was ripped out of his hands so that shouta could frantically look to see just what his friend did, and the glare he sends hizashi has him almost regretting everything

Shouta debates telling you his friend sent those texts, but he sees how excitedly you said yes and decides he might as well see how this goes

He wakes up so early the next day lol he’s nervous, and he spends a good hour fixing his appearance, like he considers shaving and putting his hair up but he doesn’t want to look like he’s trying too hard at the same time, so he eventually decides on just wearing nice black jeans and a black long sleeve - going ��it’s not even an actual date, it’s just coffee, it’s not that serious”

A couple hours later, shouta’s waiting in the cafe, sitting at a little table waiting for you since he got there a little early. He’s just texting hizashi, who’s offering shouta a bunch of encouragement since he knows he’s nervous, and eventually you walked in, immediately spotting shouta in the corner and going over to him

He’s so cute he sees that you dressed nicely for this too and he tries to be cool when he goes “you look nice” but the blush on his face betrays him, not that you mind, and the blush deepens when you compliment him back

He buys you your coffee, and you sit in your little corner of the cafe - just talking. Even though you guys basically do this all the time at work, now it feels more personal, and it has you both talking about your lives more. Nothing too specific, just funny stories and about your interests other than work or school related things

Once youre both done with your coffee, or when you both notice that you’ve finished it since you were so deep in conversation, he offers to walk you back to your dorm - he doesn’t want to keep you for too long

You let him, but once you get to your dorm, you tell him “I had fun, I hope we can do it again sometime” to which he can’t help but get excited for - you wanna go out with him again! Yay!

After that, it was a bit easier for him to ask you on dates, and you still saw each other at work constantly, and so you guys grew even closer pretty quick

You went on maybe 4 or 5 more casual dates before finally, after work one day, he gathered up all his courage and asked you out officially

“Hey, y/n, would you - would you go out with me? For real?”

Baby looks so hopeful behind that generic bored stare of his, and of course youre ecstatic! You’ve had a small crush on him basically since day one, and now he’s actually asking you out! So of course you agreed, letting out an excited “of course I will!”

Okay so his friends adore you, they love seeing shouta so happy with you

You two just sit around in your dorms cuddling whenever youre not busy, hizashi acts like it’s gross, your roommate probably does too - but no one can deny how cute you are together

Even the high schoolers you tutor, of course they eventually got wind that you two were dating and they all ship it like crazy

Most of your dates consist of small things, like going back to that cafe, or taking a late night walk in the park, he doesn’t like doing anything too grand

Its fun watching as his beard grows out during finals, he’s too busy studying to shave and youre trying to kiss him but he’s all itchy, and he’s just like “Kitten, I’m sorry I promise I’ll shave later” every single day until he finally does, but then again if you like his beard youre probably thriving during this period

During one of those late night walk dates, you guys came upon a small black cat under one of the benches. You barely even saw it with how dark it was, but you saw the glint of its eyes and went to investigate and saw a little kitten

He didn’t have a collar, and you didn’t see what could have looked like a momma cat or anything around, and you didn’t want to just leave the poor thing out there in the cold. So what did you and shouta’s dumb asses do? You adopted it.

Even though cats aren’t allowed in dorms

But that wasn’t about to stop you guys - and you figured it would be better to keep the cat in shouta’s dorm because everyone was already used to hizashi being loud so you could excuse any meowing

Hizashi going “what the fuck guys, you’ve been dating for 4 months and you already have a kid? Smh my head” but he’s also a supportive uncle lmao he loves the kitten too

Oboro loves taking polaroids of you two and now you both have tons of photos of each other/you together in your rooms and its really cute - and also polaroids of your son too of course he’s part of the family

#this is the first of like 19?20 characters im doing 😊#hope you enjoy cause they took 3 days of planning lol #aizawa #aizawa imagine #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #aizawa headcanons #bnha #mha

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miracvlovs · 4 years ago

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✗✗✗ you see [ kaleb yıldırım ] around lately? yeah i heard that the [ cis male ] is up to no good. [ he / him ] has been here for [ five years ] now but they’re still pretty [ abrasive ] which is fine because they’re also [ debonair ] so it balances out. the [ twenty-eight ] year old [ hitman for hire ] actually looks like a lot like [ alperen duymaz ], don’t you think? it’s best to watch out, though, because it’s been said that they’re really into [ strong cigarettes & even stronger whiskey ].

hey, hello, hi, bonjour! s’up buttercups? ‘tis i, your friendly neighbourhood loser chrissie ( a.k.a an irish doofus who is utter plot trash and the actual WORST at keeping track with discord messages, oops ) and i’m super duper excited to be here among you fab human beings! anywho, this is my first kiddo kaleb and he is … how do you say … morally grey. basically his morals are very questionable in every aspect. but! on the plus side, he’s very talented and good at his job even if he is ruthless and callous, oop. he is … the worst and also lowkey messed up inside tbh so pls excuse his blunt and sarcastic nature. plot-wise i’m open to literally anything and everything so come at me with any ideas ya got! i’m always diggity down to spit ball ideas and form some dope connections so pls feel free to invade my ims or hmu on le cord ( chrissie.#9606 ) and we can brainstorm until our heart’s content! if ya wanna, go ahead and light that lil grey heart up red and i’ll shimmy my butt your way for all of the good stuff. anywho, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty, shall we?

fundamentals.

KALEB EMER YILDIRIM — twenty-eight, hitman for hire, + one snarky son of a gun / troubled dude with daddy issues / all issues tbh !

aesthetics ➤ dried blood caked into the grooves of cut knuckles, the lingering scent of smoke and gasoline, silver slivers of past scarring, five o’clock shadow peppering a blunt jawline, discolourations of blue and purple decorating battered hands, a subtle smirk etched upon a devious countenance, calloused fingertips riddled with small paper cuts, dark circles under almost-black eyes, the noise of screeching tires in the middle of the night, a tall stature adorned in all-black attire, ghosts of bruises staining calloused skin green, a scuffed zippo lighter in a pack of marlboros containing only one cigarette, white shirts with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a sly grin under stormy dark eyes, a sniper on the roof of a deserted building, the roar of a car engine, & clenched, white-knuckled fists.

nicknames. kal.

date of birth. november third.

gender. cis male.

pronouns. he + him.

birthplace. manhattan, nyc.

orientation. bisexual + aromantic.

education. bachelor of music degree obtained from manhattan school of music.

spoken languages. can speak fluent english, turkish, spanish, & french.

negative traits. haughty, abrasive, enigmatic, cynical, temperamental, calculating, hedonistic, distant, sarcastic, & volatile.

positive traits. adept, diligent, charming, resilient, candid, adept, charming, audacious, determined, & resourceful.

strengths. efficient, energetic, self-confident, strong-willed, strategic thinker, charismatic, & inspiring.

weaknesses. stubborn, dominant, intolerant, impatient, arrogant, poor handling of emotions, cold, & ruthless.

talents. piano, retaining information, memory recall, lock-picking, carjacking, hand-to-hand combat, automobile knowledge, tracking people down, & excellent problem-solving abilities.

physiology. dark brown eyes. dark brown hair. six feet, one inch tall. of a lean, broad stature with a straight posture and evident height. has a few silvery scars littered across his skin. has a few tattoos in a few less visible places. is ambidextrous.

psychology. scorpio zodiac. water element. slytherin house. entj-a. chaotic neutral. type eight enneagram. choleric temperament. interpersonal intelligence type. addicted to alcohol, tobacco, prescription drugs, cocaine, and cannabis. suffers from addiction and insomnia. his vices are lust, wrath and pride. his virtues are ... honestly, probably just diligence tbh.

background.

possible triggers : infidelity, divorce, alcoholism, drug abuse, cancer, death, car crash, funeral, blood, murder, suicide mention, gun mention, & various references to death and murder.

a synopsis. ah, here he is—my tol, troubled, grouchy son : ' ) don't u just adore ur resident trashy, snarky, but precious and sad fuckboi muse? bc i know I DO! anyways, before i digress, i'll cut to the chase. so, waaay before he blessed the universe with his presence, his mother ( who was originally from turkey ) moved to the states where she met one alexander hale. you can probably guess the rest: the pair married, they had children, everything seemed to be going swimmingly, yada yada. here’s a lil background: the hale family—a line of manhattan-born businessmen / lawyers / diplomats etc. they're dripping in wealth, not always as squeaky clean as they portray themselves as to be. kaleb’s dad was a douche, expected both of his sons to follow in his shadow and become lawyers, ran around behind his wife's back: the whole shoot and shebang of a classic a-hole. he always kind of ignored kaleb in favour of his eldest son joshua so kaleb kinda became hard-hearted and resentful due to the lack of his father's attention. skip a few years and he spied his dad cheating on his mother with his secretary though he refused to tell another soul for fear of any potential backlash. soon enough, his mother found this out for herself, their argument ruined his thirteenth birthday party then they divorced soon after. his mother fell off the wagon, became terminally ill—all while his father was remarrying and expecting a daughter with his secretary. it was a hella rough two years for kaleb. it got even worse. eventually, his mother passed away and his step-mother divorced his father to breeze off into the sunset with her new lover; leaving her daughter with her piss-poor excuse of a dad. at this point, kaleb was lonely and angry but adopted the role of his step-sister's protector, shielding her from their father's increasing substance abuse induced violence. just before his seventeenth birthday, his father died in a car crash. of course, he didn't entirely mourn the loss. almost immediately, he and his younger sister moved in with their elder brother who helped kaleb get into university. with dear ole dad out of the picture, he could finally pursue his interest and flair for music. after he graduated, he moved to santa ysabel with his brother and brother's family. in the beginning, things were going fine. yeah, sure, he was struggling for work and felt bad that his brother had to keep him afloat. normal stuff. then, one day, things quickly turned sour in his world. [ TRIGGER FOR GORE, BLOOD, SUICIDE MENTION, GUN MENTION, MURDER, DEATH ] he’d came home to find the locks on the doors busted, advancing into the house carefully only to find his brother’s lifeless corpse crumbled on the kitchen tiles: his throat and wrists slashed, posed as a suicide. of course, kaleb knew better. he knew his brother; knew he would never leave him or his family. upon further inspection of the house, he’d discovered the body of his wife upstairs: a bullet hole between her eyes. [ TRIGGER OVER ] the whole ordeal was enough to turn his stomach but once the sickness had subsided, all kaleb felt was a strong thirst for blood. sure, it was pretty damn stupid to try and seek revenge or whatnot ... but kaleb had always been one to let his heart guide his brain. anyways, time skip now to the moment he’d uncovered his brother’s entanglement with some dodgy loan shark, drug dealing criminals who were responsible for his murder. in the end, he’d hunted them down and eradicated them one by one, over a span of weeks. at first, he hated himself and what his desire for vengeance had turned him into but he kept going until he’d got them all: until he’d grown numb. truthfully, how he wound up taking lives for a living is beyond him. he woke up one day, found himself hired by some big-wig businessman who wanted rid of his business partner and et voilà, he was tangled up in the dark side of existence. i mean, was he blackmailed into doing his first paid hit? yes. but who can blame him? especially when they claimed to have intel regarding the sudden demise of a prominent figure in the criminal underbelly of the city, a.k.a his brother’s killer. it was a risk kaleb simply couldn’t take. he prefers to keep himself anonymous, hidden behind shadows, unsuspecting. death has become a job. nothing more. nothing less. it’s simply the algorithm of his existence: receive a dossier, take care of the target, get paid a hefty lump sum. and all just for enacting a stranger’s revenge in the blood of another. he moves like a deadly phantom, his footsteps light as a feather, whipping through the night like a bullet through a target’s skull. sartre claims that hell is other people. and if you were to stare into kaleb’s eyes—eyes eerily similar to having been cut from coal—you might just see hell and everyone in it staring right back at you. as nietzsche wrote: “ he who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. and if thou gaze long into an abyss, the abyss will also gaze into thee. ”

random extras.

he has a lot of small scars over his body, most of which he can’t account for or has forgotten about.

owns and drives a black 1969 boss 429 mustang which he loves arguably more than he loves himself.

speaking of, he actually is full of self-hatred so don’t let the haughtiness fool you.

trusts nobody but himself and is loyal to nobody but himself.

has a lot of anger issues so often ends up taking part in underground fights.

he rates around a solid three on the kinsey scale.

is a distant person; closed-off emotionally and prefers to keep himself to himself.

when it comes to whether or not he is morally decent or an extremely bad person, he is somewhere in the middle of that spectrum.

he isn’t heartless but he isn’t exactly compassionate either.

kind of shady but knows how to pass himself as charming.

has been thru sum shit n seen sum shit so he’s v messed up inside.

though he does have a soft spot for animals and children.

his marksmanship is impeccable.

he’s naturally gifted with firearms and his shot is always on point.

dark eyes and bruised knuckles are his ultimate aesthetic tbh.

actually really appreciates classical music, though he’ll never tell. blame it on his piano lessons from childhood.

speaking of piano, he’s low key gifted at playing although he rarely does these days.

has a very short fuse and can lose his temper quite easily.

he has a good heart and good intentions when it comes to those he actually cares about although he’ll never let this show.

favourite coping mechanism? isolation.

a bit of a lone wolf. he keeps people at arm’s length but acts in a way where people are under the illusion he’s their friend.

basically the tall, dark and handsome trope: ( most of the tall, dark and handsome men display aloof, cold and distant personality but they do have a gentle and caring side. )

is a little snarky and grumpy but if you manage to break this exterior, you’ll find he’s quite witty and easy going.

he got into fighting at a young age. it was the only way to try and learn how to defend himself against his father.

sleep?? he doesn’t know her.

tends to repress his emotions until he explodes.

healthy coping mechanisms?? he doesn’t know them either.

is prone to pushing the self destruct button.

you can find a pinterest board for him by clicking anywhere here.

#hey hi hello happy to be here !!!#this is my son kal n he's ... A LOT.#show this some luv n i'll come atcha for plots !!!#indulgence.intro

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slxyangel · 5 years ago

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On Your Feet (Izzy Stradlin’ x Reader)

Summary: The shower gets a bit more steamy than usual when you are both in it.

Wordcount: 1.8k.

Warnings: Essentially smut, oral (F receiving), sliiiightly rough parts (blink and you’ll miss them), explicit language (duh). Despite the name, there’s no foot fetish, don’t worry.

A/N: This is the first Izzy smut I write and I’m so damn excited to share it with you. I’m tagging @agroupiewhore because she asked me to and @slashscowboyboots because Izzy is her guy and I thing she might like reading this as much as I liked writing it. Also, I’m planning to do a taglist, so if you want me to include you, just tell me in the askbox and I will.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Masterlist: https://slxyangel.tumblr.com/post/189625800403/masterlist

You had a thing for standing orgasms. The kind that you forcefully had to go through holding onto something or someone, because if you didn’t you would fall apart, literally. Those that made your legs tremble and made you feel insanely weak before, because of the effort; meanwhile, because of the bliss; and after, because of the exhaustion. And Izzy knew it. And, since he was a natural provider, he provided.

The shower had started normally, for God’s sake. You even were alone in there, which lately happened once every solstice. Not that you were complaining, obviously, but having showers with your boyfriend usually led to both of you being late everywhere and thanking the odds for not getting any broken bone in the process. So, yeah, you were on your own, absentmindedly humming a tune in your head, you don’t really remember which one, when he opened the door of the bathroom.

Up until then everything normal, he sometimes did that when you were taking your sweet time in the shower and he had to pee or brush his teeth. At first that always annoyed you, but given the fact that you only had one bathroom in your flat and that the door had no lock, you ended up getting used to his intrusions. Oh, and let’s not forget that it wasn’t technically a shower, but a small bathtub with a curtain, a tap and a shower head that could be either hanging or in your hand. Because nuances are important here.

There you were, singing and swinging the shower head, minding your own business, soaping your whole body and planning your outfit for the day, when suddenly the curtain flew open and, no words spoken, Izzy stepped into the tub with you, stark naked and with a boner bigger than Manhattan. Because that’s how one gets in a shower. Stark naked, I mean, not the boner, that’s another story. He took the shower head from your hand and hovered it all over his body, wetting every single millimeter of his exposed skin. The sight was downright sinful: his eyes closed, his hair dripping, his breaths blowing away all the little drops that dared come in contact with his lips, his mouth open...

- What are you looking at?

- You.

What a dumb question to ask. He must had sensed your eyes burning his skin like laser rays from head to toe and side to side, not missing a single detail. Not that you hadn’t seen him like that before, you obviously had, but it never failed to impress you. It was moments like that when you asked yourself more than ever, “How the hell did I land this?”. But he was provoking. Izzy loved to tease, that was not new; and you lowkey highkey loved to be teased. In any case, he was just being pointless; he couldn't do what he had just done, especially being so visibly horny, and try to play it cool, because clearly he wanted it more than you did. Well, at least that was true right before he stepped in there with you, but right now… well, right now maybe the scores were even.

Interrupting the course of your thoughts, Izzy moved closer to you, holding your hips and giving you a kiss so nasty you started to think that the water that ran down your legs was not water. Then, without letting go of your lower body, he kneeled on the bottom of the bathtub and looked at you from below with big eyes and a smile that resembled a panther's right before it catches the antelope.

He buried his head between your legs and worked his way to make you tremble the way he knew you loved. He didn't even bother prolong the issue, but you silently thanked him for it, because you didn't think you could stand the agony of a never arriving orgasm. In less than a minute, one of your hands was already in his black mane of wet hair, and the other one tried to grab the wall next to you, obviously with little success. By then the showerhead was already on the floor. You felt how your senses got close to and far from the edge, and then close again, like waves that threatened to drown you in the most beautiful euphoria, and you couldn’t contain the moans.

And he stopped. Just like that, he stopped and withdrew his head. Your eyes, almost worried, found his, almost amused, as he stood up from his original position.

- What are you…?

- Turn around for me, babe.

His words came out of his swollen lips at the same time he gently positioned your back against his front. And then, definitely not that gently, he pushed you against the wall and thrust into you in a swift, eager motion. You were already really, really wet, so his shaft slid in with no problem. Your sensitive walls started clenching around him in less than no time, because after what he had just done to you, your whole organism was craving its sweet release. He was fast and rough, and if you didn’t know him so well you wouldn’t have noticed the irregularity in his movements that told you he was getting desperate too. His right hand grabbed and then slapped your buttcheek and, with his other hand, he caressed the side of your face that was not pressed against the marble tiles. His fingers grazed your hair, your temple, your cheek and your lips, and once they were there you started sucking on them so good, so filthy, suffocating your moans and letting him enjoy the sight. Your eyes, almost shut, begged him for whatever he was willing to give you and your knees seemed dangerously close to give in.

- Izzy, please…

You didn’t even know what you were saying or what you wanted to ask him for.

Him.

Just him.

More him.

His lips made the distance with yours disappear, twisting your neck in an almost impossible angle. Then, his left hand traveled from your jaw to your breasts and south from there, sneaking down where you couldn’t want him more even if you tried. Insanity was about to take over you but, in the worst moment, his voice in your ear implored you not to let go, not just yet.

He pulled out.

You couldn’t convey how infinitely frustrated he was making you feel, but you couldn’t hide it either, because an anguished, angry and fucking horny moan was faster leaving your lips than you were containing it. You knew that, if he hadn’t stopped right then, you wouldn’t have been able to hold yourself back, because he had you there, right there, at the point in which only one more movement would have been fatal yet terribly wonderful.

You were now facing each other, heavy breathing, impossibly closer and fighting against the most dominant of your basic instincts. His eyes, locked with yours as he said “I just want to look at you”, could have been your death sentence, but you had one task to complete. You stood on your tiptoes, holding onto his shoulders so you could keep yourself balanced and softly kissed his mouth. Your legs were barely separated, just enough for him to creep the hand he wasn’t holding your waist with between you two and slide his fingers along your folds. Before you had time to enjoy the contact, he took his cock in his hand and lined it with your entrance, pressing his tip against your center. Very slowly and without separating his eyes from yours for even a second, he slid inside of you.

The penetration was shallow but, in exchange for the lack of him filling you up, you had him everywhere else. Every spot of skin in your core was melting against the friction. Your clit was throbbing in a pleasure so intense it felt almost close to pain, and his length sliding it up and down did all but helping ease it. You craved for more, and held him tighter as if your bodies were going to merge into each other at any given time. Your legs felt like jelly and, since you had to stand on your tiptoes for the magic to happen, your balance threatened to leave your body. He felt your fingers latching onto his shoulders, your nails digging his skin and your knees buckling for a split second, but he would never let you fall. His hands held your ass up, desperately closer to him, and he gave you the support you, at that point, lacked and didn’t seem able to regain anytime soon. He kissed you fiercely, swallowing the sounds your body made. He didn’t stop moving for a second, and when he felt that familiar twitch happen inside of you, all he did was smile and press you to his front. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, all of the built up anticipation he had exasperated you with was finally released, and your body was spinning unbearably fast. Your head flying, your lungs emptying themselves in a scream you heard behind what felt like a wall of glass, and your limbs losing their power for a tiny moment. It was like riding a rollercoaster, except all there was was Izzy, and the rest of things had been created with the sole purpose to revolve around him, his hazel eyes and the way he absentmindedly owned the world.

You were so caught up in the clouds that you hadn’t realized his pleasure had synchronized with yours to the millisecond. His head was buried in the crook of your neck as his arms embraced you, and the scraps of the glorious grunts he emitted still resounded there, against the skin he had painted purple with his lips. His hair still dripped down his back, his shoulders and your chest with now colder drops. A shiver ran down your spine. It had been a while since you forgot about the still on warm shower head and only dedicated yourselves to one another, so now that the pleasure that comes with lust had faded, the temperature was sensibly lower. His body abandoned yours, and you flinched at the loss, but you comfortably regained your posture when he took the shower head from the floor of the tub and covered both of you with the heat you were missing. Just like that you stayed, next to each other, skin to skin until a light cloud of steam settled inside the bathroom, as the witness to how both of you recovered your breath and your legs kept shaking.

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slut-4-beetlejuice · 5 years ago

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If I may ask for another request? More soft BJ! BJ being given his first birthday party (probably the next up and coming Friday the 13th.). Star gazing with BJ! Watching him kick ass at carnival/arcade games and always ones up the other couples by getting you the BEST prizes! Oh or BJ nervously about to confess that he’s in love with reader but everything goes straight to hell and the moment is ruined only for the reader to comfort Bj and confess. Idk I’m just spit balling here...

YES

Ok I'm trying to bring my blog back from the dead, and before we get into this infeel I owe you guys an explanation.

I was going through a rough time emotionally and I didn't really have it in me to put any of my "emotional battery" into being creative. But, I'm doing better now. Much better. And, I'm going to try and start posting regularly again! And cleaning out my inbox. I hope I didn't let any of you down, and I hope you all like this! (Also, please bear with me while I try to get a grasp on this character again)

So, Beej never really had a birthday. He couldn't even tell you what it was if he tried, it had been so long and he never really celebrated it. When you asked how he kept track of how old he was, his only response was "bold of you to assume I keep track" so, that was really no help. So, you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You chose Noveber 13th. A friday. In most years it was a friday the 13th. It felt fitting for your bug man. On the 12th you stayed up late, putting up decorations and baking a cake. But, it didnt stop there. The "13 Festival" was going on, something your town did every Friday the 13th. And you bet your beautiful ass you were gonna take him. People would be dressed up as monsters, zombies, spooks and haunts anyways, so he would for right in.

Coming down the stairs that morning, Beetlejuice would be lying if he said he wasn't a little miffed that you weren't there when he woke up. He'd be lying even more if he said the sudden and jarring sound of noise makers and his entire found family yelling "SURPRISE!" didnt scare the shit out of him.

"GHOST ZOMBIE JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" he jumped, "what the fuck is goin on?" He asked, the slept throughly shocked out of him.

"Its your brithday!" You laughed at him, blowing your kazoo at him, "were celebrating! Like the decor? I made it myself!" You beamed, proud of your work. He nodded, looking around, "I mean, it's great babes, but..its not my birthday." "How do you know that?" "....ya know, ya got me there." He smiled, coming down to kiss your forehead.

You played some old rock and roll and hung out with the family. The party was pretty lowkey, but beej like it that way. Everyone was there, Barbara, Adam, Lydia, De, hell even Charles, Charles fricking deets was there and he just wished him a happy birthday. Fucking wild. The cake had black and white stripes in it. Even more fucking wild. And his amazing SO made it, which was less wild but only because they were amazing and could literally do anything, including warm this cold dead heart.

After everyone left, beej was more than happy to call it a night. You on the other hand, were not. "I got one more surprise for you babe" you smiled, "is it vodka?" "No, what? No." "Oh..." "no silly, it's the 13th Festival." "Oh yea! Isnt it that thing where you breathers celebrate it being unlucky?" "Yes! And, I was wondering if you wanted to go?" "Will there be funnel cake?" "Yes." "Why are we still here? Let's GO!"

You laughed as you walked with him. He was getting more and more excited about this, about being among the breathers. It had been forever since he had last been to a festival. Literally.

He wasn't all that big into the rides. They were giant death machines and he was worried about you getting hurt. You tried to explain to him that that fear was irrational and you'd be fine, but he wasn't having that.

Now the games on the other hand...

Beetlejuice had a natural talent for those games. Darts? A natural. Hoop toss? Fucking nailed it. Basketball? A gosh dang pro. And, even if it was his birthday, the prizes went to you.

"Here ya go babes!" He said proudly, handing you a stuffed Cerberus, "one cutie pup for a cutie face" he grinned as you giggled with glee. Then, a squeal much louder than yours rung out next to you. You two turned to see another couple, the presumed boyfriend handing the presumed girlfriend a significantly larger Jason doll.

"Aww, that's so cute" you said with a smile. Beej on the other hand, narrowed his eyes. He would not be one upped on his birthday.

"Can I get 4 more darts please? Actually, 8" he said, handing over 2 dollars and getting the darts. "Beej?" "Yes babes?" He said, taking aim, "what are you doing?" He threw the dart and popped the first balloon. Then pointed at the giant Cthulu stuffie. "Winning you that."

"Darling, you dont have to-" "oh I know" another balloon popped, "I want too." 6 balloons later, you were trying to figure out how to get this giant cthulu into the car.

On the ride home, you couldn't help but notice how beautiful the sunset was. You couldn't help but take a detour. "Huh? Hey babes, where we goin?" He asked as he noticed the change in route. "Trust me" you smile.

By the time you reached your destination, the moon was up and the stars were bright. Beetlejuice got the idea quick. He smiled, reaching into the back seat and grabbing a blanket. "I like the way you think sexy" he grinned, laying it out. You grabbed your Cthulu for extra comfort, cuddling with him on the stuffed lovecraftian god.

He smiled as he looked at you looking at the stars. Is this what birthdays were all about? If he knew that he would have had one aged ago. He kissed your forehead. "Thanks babes." "For what?" "The best birthday ever." You blushed. "Any time Beej." "I love you Y/N" "I love you too Lawrance"

Ok, so, this was kinda rushed and a bit sloppy but listen...as the first thing I've written in like, a month I'm super happy with it, and I hope you guys are too. I hope you guys like it, and as always feedback is always welcome! I hope to get at least one of these out a night until my inbox is cleaned, and then hopefully more after that. Let me know what you think guys!

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masonscig · 4 years ago

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otp tag

mason x detective sofía olmos

i was tagged by both @masonsfreckles and @havennly ! thank you so much !

not tagging anyone but if you wanna do this, take this as a sign!

[putting it under the cut bc it’s long and there’s some nsfw content lmao. also some of this is subject to change bc i’m still fleshing them out !]

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DISAGREEMENTS.

who is more likely to raise their voice?

oh definitely mason bc he gets annoyed at everything, including if sofía is being too sympathetic (i mean look at the end of book 2 lmao he literally rolls his eyes at her if she says him being in the hospital bed is her fault)

who threatens to leave but never actually does?

sofía definitely lmao because she thinks it might get him to commit and it does not !

who actually keeps their word and leaves?

neither. they need each other too much

who trashes the house?

mason. sofía is a bit of a neat freak with her apartment (not her work space)

do either of them get physical?

oh no - he’d take a bullet for her (tho he won’t admit it). he’d never do that

how often do they argue/disagree?

usually petty disagreements at the beginning bc they’re learning more about each other - over time they share looks of knowing and instantly understand each other.

who is the first to apologize?

sofía to a fault

SEX.

who is on top? who is on bottom?

mason but it starts switching as sofía gains more sexual confidence

any kinks?

i love how this early on in the ask game it just jumps into the horny shit LMAO with that being said, yes :) KSDFJKSDKJF nothing like too crazy but stuff like hair pulling, choking, dirty talk, edging, blindfolds, basic bondage, spanking, praising.. that type of stuff lmao

who has the strangest desires?

honestly sofía. mason’s tried essentially everything he’s ever wanted to try, so he knows what he likes. and sofía hasn’t had the most ~daring~ partners lmao so she asks things she thinks is very crazy and strange (for her) and mason is like “....ok sure” SDJKFKJSDJFK

who’s dominant in bed?

mason. tho he does enjoy being dominated as well

is head ever in the equation?

*see book 2* LMAO but fr i wouldn’t say it’s like worshipping but yea it happens often <3

if so, who is better at performing it?

mason at first, since he’s way more experienced and sofía is a bit more timid, but over time she wins !

ever had sex in public?

yes even though pre-ub meeting she would’ve literally never dreamed of doing it out of embarrassment, but he brings her out of her shell sexually. again, *see book 2* LMAO

who moans the most?

i’d honestly hc mason as being more vocal at first bc he’s a heavy talker in bed, but since like i said, he brings her out of her shell, she quickly matches him. so ig equal later on in the relationship !

who leaves the most marks?

long lasting marks? definitely mason. seeing marks on her after they hook up and she’s desperately trying to hide it with her hair, a scarf, makeup, etc, excites the hell out of him. but in terms of short term? definitely sofía. but they heal quick

who is the more experienced of the two?

mason ofc KJSDFKJSDFKJ

do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

they definitely fuck, but poor sofía is secretly hoping it’ll turn into a more intimate session. bc as of book 2 she’s taking any of his even remotely gentle actions as a sign LMAO poor baby

how long do they usually last?

depends on how long they’ve been away from each other. either it’s frantic and rough and quick or it’s longer and passionate and prolonged.

rough or soft?

rough - she doesn’t mind that though because she’s never really had it that way. i can’t imagine bobby was skilled at sex if he was that bad at kissing LMAO. and before that it was clumsy teenage sex so she’s just glad to be doing something that she gets actual pleasure from LMAO

is protection used?

even though sofía is strict asf about wearing protection she kind of threw that out the window when she started hooking up w a vampire LMAO [me saying lmao like 6 times under the sex portion of this bc i feel like i’m being too horny on main and am weird ab it KJSDFJKSDFJK]

does it ever get boring?

maybe for mason if he thinks its too vanilla but he’d be very vocal ab being bored if it ever happened

where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

not necessarily a place together, but i have absolutely no doubt that mason’s called her in the middle of something important and tried having phone sex with her and she’s flustered as fuck trying to keep it together and he’s just... talking to her like he does and getting her all worked up. since he absolutely livesssss to fluster her !

i have no doubt that they fucked while she was supposed to be patrolling LMFAO. probably more than once to be honest. more than twice. idk let’s just say that she def looks forward to patrolling with ub more than she used to

FAMILY.

do they plan on having children/or have children?

hell no

if so, how many children do they want/have?

none

AFFECTION.

who likes to cuddle?

sofía does and it takes him a longggg time to warm up to it

who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

mason of course LMAO dirty talk in the ear here, an ass grab there. ya know. that kind of stuff KJSFKKJFD

who struggles to keep their hands to themselves?

mason again ! sofía is definitely curvaceous in the ass area [yes she has a fat ass and she deserves it] and he Does Not want to keep his hands off of her.

how long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

sofía is hot natured and it bugs the shit out of mason so he would grumble and move away... if he stayed :/

what is their favourite non-sexual activity?

stargazing! tbh i hc mason as lowkey really enjoying astronomy bc space is so quiet and calm and dark LMAO his ideal place <3 SDKJFKSJD

where is their favourite place to cuddle?

he doesn’t really prefer cuddling but if so, definitely after sex before the afterglow wears off

SLEEPING.

who snores?

sofía snores VERY softly and it annoys the shit out of mason but then after a while he can’t sleep without it bc she’s like his own personal noise box

if both do, who snores the loudest?

just sofía snores !

do they share a bed or sleep separately?

share a bed (reluctantly at first)

if they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart?

so they always cozy up with each other at first, but since mason doesn’t need that much sleep in the first place he moves away when he’s uncomfortable/wakes up

what do they wear to bed?

sofía usually wears a tank top, free boobs it, and wears patterned pajama shorts that she’s had for years (mason always hates the pattern of the shorts bc he thinks they’re hideous, but he loves the way they hug her hips and ass). he’s usually shirtless, which is definitely weird since his senses get really overwhelmed. but the feeling of being pressed up against her and hearing her heartbeat blocks out any of his discomfort.

are either of them insomniacs?

sofía is a horrible insomniac. she’s usually up early and goes to bed late. she’s convinced she can run on a couple hours of sleep and coffee, but usually crashes on her days off and sleeps for like 12+ hours.

can sleeping pills be found by the bedside?

not to be h*rny but i mean usually if she can’t sleep he wears her out LMAO

do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side?

usually she wraps her arms around him and he drapes his arms around her.

who wakes up with bed hair?

both of them LMAO

who wakes up first?

mason. he’s usually gone first, too.

who prepares breakfast in bed for the other?

mason would never, but sofía definitely does it for him depending on if he’s injured or angry at her

what is their favourite sleeping position?

she loves being the big spoon sometimes but mason much prefers being pressed up against her back, so she’s usually the little spoon. normally after he leaves, she sleeps on her stomach.

do they set an alarm each night?

she sets an alarm for herself but it’s purely a vibrating alarm because she’s scared she’s gonna hurt mason’s ears.

who has nightmares?

sofía. definitely. she hid it at first but started opening up to him about it and now without a word, he can tell what she’s seen, so he wordlessly comforts her.

can a television be found in their bedroom?

nope ! sofía is weird about always feeling productive and having her tv in her room makes her feel like she’s wasting the day away (even if she rots on the couch all weekend)

who has ridiculous dreams?

also sofía. mason doesn’t dream much in general, but she has the most wild dreams that are always completely out of left field. sometimes he’s in them and he can tell with the way she looks at him the following morning what type of dream it was KSDJFKJDFK

who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed?

hmm, i’d have to say sofía again. she’s not a wild sleeper, but she does tend to lift her leg and tuck her arm under her head when she’s not cuddling him.

who makes the bed?

mason never makes the bed LMAO and she’s a neat freak

what time is bed time?

they’re both night owls, but just whenever she passes out from exhaustion mainly

any routines/rituals before bed?

sofía has a whole skincare routine since she wears makeup daily.

who’s the grumpiest when they wake up?

mason’s always grumpy, but sofía never wakes up angry unless she was woken up when she thought she’d have more time to sleep

WORK.

who is the busiest?

both are pretty busy all the time, a fact that annoys the hell out of both

who rakes in the highest income?

um well mason doesn’t ever want for anything bc the agency provides them with everything. i mean cigs are expensive as hell so idk ??? i’m assuming he makes more than her.

are any of them unemployed?

nope !

who takes the most sick days?

mason. usually only if he knows he can get away with it bc he wouldnt wanna deal with griping

what are their jobs?

human liaison / detective and an agent

who sucks up to their boss?

sofía KSDFJSJKDF she sucks up to the captain

who is more likely to turn up late to work?

sofía may be a hard worker but she’s usually a few minutes late since she has to look good

who stresses the most?

sofía ofc lmao she can get pretty high strung over certain situations!

do they enjoy or despise their careers/occupations?

mason (confirmed by mishka) doesn’t have aspirations past being on ub, so i think he’s fine where he is and he’s putting his talents to use. i think sofía didn’t care much for her job at all, but she was hoping being a detective was going to be a change. she was pretty aimless until unit bravo showed up, so i think she’s happy with her job now.

are they financially stable?

definitely! sofía paid off her student loans pretty diligently since wayhaven is a cheap place to live (i’m assuming)

HOME.

who does the washing?

sofía bc like i said she’s a neat freak

who takes out the trash?

mason bc he ‘hates hearing her whine’ but he’s being nice

who does the ironing?

sofía bc she’s always looking nice and fresh and mason is wearing casual clothes that are prob wrinkled as hell

who does the cooking?

sofía ! she’s an enthusiastic cook but she’s still learning. she messes up a lot but she loves trying new recipes

who is more likely to burn the house down just trying?

mason would purposefully burn down the house. arsonist vibes

who is messier?

mason. a lot less possessions but somehow cares less about where they are in the house.

who leaves the toilet roll empty?

neither? ig?

who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor?

mason bc he just strips and throws his shit everywhere

who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere?

probably both.

who answers the telephone?

sofía ! she’s way more professional

who mows the lawn?

god could mason even handle the sound of a lawn mower? i’m assuming they’d live somewhere remote and not that grassy to avoid that LMAO

who does the vacuuming?

sofía ! neat freak

who does the groceries?

sofía again ! she’s very much an adult who does shit on her own and doesn’t really need mason’s help SDJKDFJ plus she likes feeling productive and running errands !

who takes the longest to shower?

sofía again – mason showers but i mean.... it’s painful when it happens so. sofía is one of those people that shaves her entire body methodically, exfoliates, all of that shit

MISCELLANEOUS.

is money a problem?

no because mason isn’t a huge spender but sofía does like to splurge sometimes. but it’s never enough to like wear their pockets thin. they live comfortably !

how many cars do they own?

probably 2! mason really just needs his for the cover since.... he can ya know.... just run everywhere LMAO

what’s their song?

well mason hates music LMAO but

do they live in the city or in the country?

country. mason couldn’t handle it! close though that sofía could still visit the city and get her fill, but far away enough that mason is content.

do they own their home or do they rent?

hmm in wayhaven definitely an apartment at first ! idk if mason’s huge on homeowning. i mean does he rly care? if its dark and quiet he’s happy

do they enjoy their surroundings?

sofía felt stuck and purposeless till mason showed up. she likes it a lot more now, but mason is still reluctant. they both tolerate it for each other, though.

what do they do when they’re away from each other?

mason is protective as hell so he’s worrying ab her even if he doesn’t wanna admit it. and sofía is just worrying if he’s actually thinking about her or not. and she’s missing him of course. but also i think that overall mason could kind of go about his life but sofía couldn’t if they were away you know? she’d be reminded of him constantly but he could hold himself together.

where did they first meet?

at her office !

who spends the most money when out shopping?

def sofía.

who’s more likely to flash their assets?

hmm if this is an innuendo, mason. if this is just being flashy, def sofía. she’s got a couple expensive items she wears on the regular.

any mental issues?

sofía is generally pretty anxious and a huge empath so she can fall into depressive episodes quite easily. and she’s definitely traumatized from murphy

who finds it amusing when the other trips over?

mason definitely laughs at sofía when she falls KSJDFKSDJKF

who’s terrified of bugs?

sofía’s scared, not terrified ! she would rather save a bigger bug like a spider instead of killing them

who kills the spiders around the house?

mason. he begrudgingly stomps on them if sofía chickens out of saving it. BUT after the first couple times, he just sighs and gathers it in his hands before letting it go outside.

do they have any fears for their future?

sofía is afraid of mason finding a replacement for her since she’s terirified he doesn’t care about her the same way she does as him. she’s scared she’ll get stuck in a rut again. she’s scared she’ll come face to face with murphy again. she’s scared of coming across another supernatural like murphy. she’s scared of a LOT of things. mason, however, is more nervous about protecting her.

their favourite place?

rooftops, cliffsides, anywhere they can stargaze away from the sounds of the town. and mason’s bedroom bc he has a lot more ~things~ to offer there LMAO

who’s more likely to surprise the other with a fancy dinner?

sofía would, but she’d never actually do it bc she knows mason wouldn’t like it

who pays the bills?

hmm both of them? not sure

who’s the tallest?

mason ! sofía is ab 5′2 / 5′3 give or take

who’s more likely to just randomly hop into the shower with the other?

mason definitely. and he’s done it before and he’ll do it over and over LMAO

who wanders around in their underwear?

definitely sofía. she doesn’t have to try hard to get his attn but she reserves a few lace thongs JUST for that occasion

who sings the loudest when singing along to the radio?

sofía and mason hates it LMAO he prefers when she just hums along. it’s wayyyy more soothing

what do they tease each other about?

mason teases sofía about blushing so much and she teases him about his smoking habit

who is more likely to cringe at the other’s fashion sense at times?

sofía at mason, definitely KSDFKJSDKJF she sees his henley with the neckline stretched out, wrinkled, with some cigarette burns and she just. gets so mad KJSDFJKSDJKF she’s so stylish compared to him

who crushed first?

sofía definitely had a crush first, but mason was physically attracted to her first

any alcohol or substance related problems?

nope ! sofía enjoys alcohol but nothing extreme.

who is more likely to stumble home, drunk, at 3am?

sofía, definitely LMAO she has a little bit of a party girl in her that doesn’t come out that often but when it does....

who swears the most?

mason, usually. but when sofía’s upset, she has the mouth of a sailorrrrr

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#tag games #n*fw #twc mason #detective sofía olmos #twc headcanons #long post #otp tag #might change some of this later not sure !!! but for now these r my babies <3

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knightofameris · 4 years ago

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mmfhfnnfndm,,, um. just a lot going on right now haha. but!!!! i’m so proud of you for making the decision of wanting to move out!!!!!! fbmdfnfk the paying part sounds like a bitch but you got this >:0 i believe in you!

(any distractions?)

—🧸<3

))): if you ever want to vent pls feel free! i’m here for you <3 and thank u 🥺 itll be rough but i hope i can do it

HMMM. i hope you don’t mind me just rambling LOL ABOUT GENSHIN CUS AHDJAJJD. feel free to totally skip to the dog pictures

i’ve been stuck in such a genshin brain rot lately (read as the past few months) it’s not even funny LIKE I MISS HAIKYUU SM BUT LIKE. genshin and the updates and stuff have been the only thing getting me through the days and weeks and HQDKAJHDJSJE literwllt so excited for the next update 🥺 LIKE LOL NOT TO ADVERTISE IT. but if you want to watch...... this is like a storyline preview (w spoilers) [japanese dub] which btw if you watch jjk nanamin is the voice for the narrator!! edit: wrong links lol

also another video cus i think it’s really cute and i enjoy that it’s the female twin (lumine) that is the MC traveler in this case. esp since the male twin (aether) is usually the promotional MC

and the OG announcement trailer but it’s in mandarin since it’s a chinese game!

also some pictures of my doggo!!! she needs a haircut again HNNNG too fluffy. also on my nickel board i used to use back on campus all the time. and also the one i ate shit in plenty of times.

OOO also my friend showed me this tiktok and i lowkey wanna try doing this but HNNNG and if it was suga i would just 🥺🥺 i love him so much

also thinking about collecting the haikyuu manga eventually. probably when i eventually have the money for it.

also while i was typing this out someone literally slammed on my front door and freaked me out. it was just people from the city telling us our water finally works so!!! but it was terrifying

also omf the time i was trying to clean up and like do my laundry and everything the water goes OFF like WHY

and also yesterday there was a black out while i was dojng a quiz so i jsut took a fat L

anyway that was me just rambling i hope it was something of a distraction?

#a.responds #from.🧸#a.anonfamily!!#a.dog

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snarkwriteswrasslin · 5 years ago

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FFT: can i see through you; kyle o’reilly

Notes:

this was sent to me on the main by @kyleoreillysknee and this is the very first part of the little mini series I have for Kyle and Domi. I lowkey really loved writing it out and I’m tempted to do things with it further in the future.

Summary:

Dominique is the girlfriend of Jordan Devlin who couldn’t be more oblivious - or stupid, if he tried. After getting tired of being stood up, she finds herself at the same diner that Kyle wanders into. A cute lil walk through town and some slight flirting ensues, and by the end, Domi is starting to realize that maybe she sees Kyle as more than a friend?

Warning:

Jordan Devlin is... Not a good guy here. Not inherently bad, but an oblivious idiot. Flirting. A confrontation. That’s pretty much it.

Pairing:

Kyle O’Reilly x OFC, Dominique

→ Gonna be late, Red.

The text had her rolling her eyes at her cell phone and feeling that twist of disappointment like a knife to her gut. It was something that by now, she should’ve been used to. And lately, she found herself thinking that it was something she toyed heavily with leaving behind.

But then, there he’d go, all whispers and gentle promises and he’d really seem to be better.

Her mother’s daughter, all over again. Suckered in by a pair of pretty eyes and false promises. Too damned passive to make waves, so she sucked it up and dealt with her lot in life. The next text that came through was from her manager Nora, of course.

→ We’ve taken the liberty of sending the photographers to you. Since apparently taking unsanctioned vacations and not giving your management team a heads up first is a thing we’re doing now. Tomorrow, at the pier, noon.

→ Just in case you need a reminder, I’ll be swinging by your hotel with the outfits for the shoot at 9.

“Just great. Awesome. Tell my mom not to talk to my handlers and what’s she do? Run straight to them with my whereabouts.” Dominique muttered it mostly to herself as she shook her head.

A throat cleared nearby and she glanced up, recognizing her boyfriend’s co-worker, Kyle O’Reilly and a small and friendly yet wary smile tugged the corners of her mouth upward.

“It’s Kyle, right?” she called out to him before she thought twice about it. He was a moderately familiar face in a strange place full of strange people. She felt a little less alone knowing she knew at least one person present.

Okay, so maybe she didn’t quite.. Know him. But she knew who he was. It was close enough, hopefully. Any distraction right now was better than sitting here, dwelling on being stood up yet again. And Kyle seemed like a nice guy when she’d seen him around backstage. Maybe she spoke up because she was lonely. Maybe she spoke up because she found herself noticing the man now and again, despite attempts not to do so.

Kyle wasn’t expecting her to say anything to him when he’d come into the diner and noticed her sitting there alone. They barely talked. Oh, he knew exactly who she was, of course, because Devlin was always running his mouth about his ‘hot girlfriend’ and they were all over Instagram and shit, but Kyle honestly hadn’t paid a terrible amount of attention to her one way or another since she’d come down to Florida to visit with Devlin.

Okay, maybe that statement wasn’t the full truth. But he hadn’t paid enough attention to her to warrant her saying hello.

He could see the pained little smile and it bothered him. His fists clenched and he shoved them into the pockets of his jeans. “Devlin’s not here?”

“Apparently, I’m dining alone…again.” Dominique shrugged as if it were nothing, but just saying it hurt a little. It stung to know that Jordan was standing her up yet again, leaving her to fend for herself in a situation where she literally knew no one. He knew she didn’t do well with this type of shit.

He knew it and yet, he continued to rope her into it and then leave her to her own devices. Just the thought had her frowning a little and that frown bothered Kyle just a little bit more. He glanced around and sat down in the seat across from her.

Might as well, he could tell she was tense and she didn’t like the idea of dining all alone in a strange town. Not to mention, it was nice to hear a familiar accent, though her accent was more heavily laced with French than anything.

She reached for a menu at the same time as he did and their hands brushed. Dominique bit the inside of her cheek at the way his hand felt brushed against her hand, rough and warm and steady. Jordan’s hands didn’t feel like that. She shoved the idle thought to the side and cleared her throat quietly, muttering an apology.

Kyle shrugged lazily, it wasn’t as if the accidental brushing of their hands bothered him. Oh, it definitely sparked something, but it didn’t bother him by any means. “It’s not a big deal.” he reassured her as he fixed his eyes on the menu.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” Kyle looked up from the menu, staring at her a few seconds. Unshed tears glimmered in brown eyes and he shifted in his seat a little, mostly to dispel some of the irritation he felt at Jordan Devlin for standing her up.

And just being a dick instead of a decent boyfriend in general.

He felt bad for her. She’d come out on the road to spend time with the guy and yet, every chance he got, he was standing her up to go do whatever. Only spending time with her when it was convenient for him.

The whole thing didn’t sit right with Kyle at all.

“For sitting down. I’m not.. Really a big fan of eating alone in a strange place.” Dominique sighed and took a sip of the Sprite the waitress sat down in front of her as she turned her attention to Kyle.

“Yeah, I don’t blame you. You know my name.. I don’t really know your name?” Kyle ventured as he turned to look at her. She smiled and toyed with the napkin covering the plastic eating utensils on the table between them. “It’s Dominique.”

“Dominique. That’s a pretty name.” Kyle smiled as he said it, holding her gaze a few seconds as he toyed with his own napkin covered eating utensils.

“It’s a mouthful, that’s what it is. If you wanna, you can call me Domi?” she tilted her head slightly and found herself gazing at him a few seconds. Their eyes met and she smiled. The smile turned to a slight frown as soon as she heard her phone pinging.

“Oh, what now?” she muttered it mostly to herself, gazing down at the screen. As she did this, it gave Kyle a few seconds to kind of get himself a much better look at her. He raised his hand, dragging it through his hair and took a deep breath or two. “Everything okay, Dominique?”

“Oh, it’s swell. My handlers are checking in.”

Kyle raised a brow. “Handlers?”

“It’s what I call my manager and her team.”

He nodded as it hit him. He remembered Jordan bragging about her being a model or something. She seemed tense and again, he found it bothering him. Now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t really think of a single time he’d seen her actually smile when he had seen her around lately.

“I swear to god, if she sends that fuckin bodyguard over here to breathe down my neck, on my vacation…” Dominique went quiet after the mini-explosion and Kyle chuckled quietly. When the waiter came back around, he cleared his throat, stopping them. “Hey, is there any chance we can get our stuff to go?”

Dominique eyed him with a raised brow. But the cocky sort of grin he was giving her prompted her to smile too and as the waiter left to go and see about changing their meal from dine-in to carry out, Kyle explained himself.

“Well, it’s obvious you don’t want this bodyguard to show up. I thought that we could walk down to the park that’s nearby or something. Maybe dodge the guy.” Kyle nodded to the door, giving her a smirk as he tugged the hood from his jacket over his head and then nodded to the hood on her own jacket.

Dominique gave a soft giggle and smiled back at him, tugging the hood of her jacket over strawberry blonde hair, hiding it out of sight. As they got their food and paid for it, they hurried out of the back of the restaurant, into the alley. As soon as they were outside, Kyle laughed. “If we stick to the alley, we’re in the clear.”

“You act like you’ve done this before.” Dominique was staring up at him, smiling and shaking her head. “I’ve tried this a few times but somehow it never quite works out. Someone will see me and recognize me.”

“That’s why you don’t just go bursting out the front, woman. Of course, they’re going to find you that way.” Kyle said it in a teasing way, but honestly, he felt concerned for her. To even have to worry about that was kind of mind-boggling for him and he could only imagine it was super stressful for her.

“Noted.” Dominique took a sip of her sprite and nodded to him. “I’m not keeping you from anything, am I?”

“No, no. Not at all.” Kyle climbed on top of a picnic table as they reached the park, patting the empty spot beside him. He pointed up the the sky and chuckled. “Stars are out really good tonight, huh?”

“They are.” Dominique took a few french fries and munched them, nudging him in excitement as she saw a shooting star go past. “You have to wish.”

“That’s silly, no.” Kyle protested, but she pouted at him just a little and he wound up doing that very thing. She closed her eyes and made her wish and opened them again, taking another handful of fries.

“What’d you wish for?” he asked it a few seconds later, mostly because they’d been sitting in literal silence and he wanted to break the ice.

“Courage.” Dominique nibbled on her straw as she said it, nose scrunching up as she met his gaze. “What’d you wish for?”

Kyle chuckled and shrugged. “If I tell you, means it won’t come true, right? That’s how this works.”

“Fine.. Keep your secrets, sir.”

“Why courage?” Kyle asked after a few more seconds.

Dominique sighed and shrugged, toying with her jacket sleeve as she looked down at the bench her feet were on top of. “To make the changes I need to make to actually be happy for once.”

“Such as?”

“It’s dumb.” Dominique tried to plead off of answering, but Kyle shook his head. Taking a bite of his food, he fixed those eyes of his on her intently and she swallowed hard, dragging her fingers through her hair.

“ Just finally be able to really be myself. I don’t even think Jordan knows the real me. Honestly, it’s been so long I… I don’t know if I do.” she fidgeted a little, uncomfortable. Kyle mulled over what she was saying. “It makes sense. Why can’t you just do it?”

Dominique gave a soft laugh, reaching out and sort of absent-mindedly fluffing his hair. He bit his lip, caught himself staring a little harder, his breath catching ever so slightly. “Because I’m relaxed right now. Most of the time I just.. Can’t relax. Or do anything really.”

“Oh, you can. I mean, I don’t see where it’d be that hard.” Kyle shrugged, giving a confused look as their eyes met again. “Jordan doesn’t tell you to give it up?”

“Jordan would have a coronary if he even thought I was thinking about walking away from it all. Him included. He only sees the side of me he wants to see. When he wants to see it, obviously.” Dominique sighed quietly and shook her head. Kyle found himself scooting just a little closer to her and reaching out, making her look at him. “Devlin’s not the sharpest knife in the drawer, too.”

Dominique swallowed hard, nodding, a quiet and bitter laugh as she agreed with Kyle. “Either way, I’m the one who feels like she has to be this fake version of herself. I feel trapped and it bothers me.”

“I mean what I’m saying. It doesn’t have to. You don’t have to feel trapped.” Kyle found himself really looking at her, really taking her in.

He briefly found himself wondering if she saw herself the way he saw her right now, sitting under the stars with him. He got this strong sense that the version he was seeing of her right now, this second, was the real her at the heart of it all.

“I mean, I know that but there’s this part of me that sort of feels scared that if I do this… Everybody’s going to be disappointed.” Dominique shuffled her feet and Kyle found himself staring at her all over again, reaching out, making her look at him when she looked down. “I know this won’t matter and probably doesn’t mean much, but I want. And if you wanna talk I’m here, okay? You can just like.. Come and find me and we’ll talk.”

Dominique bit her lip and nodded, giving him a smile. She didn’t even realize she’d actually teared up a little while talking to him about it all but it hit her that her cheeks felt wet. She wiped at them and took a deep breath. “Thanks, Kyle. I might just be taking you up on that.”

“Good, that’s great. Now let’s get you back to the hotel, okay?” he held out his arm, slipping it around her as they started to walk the two blocks back to the hotel she was staying at.

XXX

“O’Reilly, Jordan’s girlfriend is lookin for you again, buddy.” Adam’s voice cut through his laser focus on the weights in his hands and Kyle gave a blank look at first. Adam was staring at him intently, an amused smirk as he nodded to the doors of the gym. When his gaze settled on her, she gave a small wave.

Kyle dropped the weight he’d been holding carefully and he raised the white rag wrapped around his neck, toweling away sweat. Roderick held out a water bottle to him and nodded to the doorway where Dominique still stood. “Can’t help but feel bad for the kid, hell… All Devlin is doin’ is ignorin her, man.”

Just the mention of it had Kyle tensing visibly all over again and sensing the shift in Kyle’s mood, Adam shot Roddy a warning look and covertly shook his head before continuing smoothly, “If she’s lookin for Kyle, she’s tryin to trade up. We’re not gonna discourage that. Go talk to her, man. We got your back.”

Kyle eyed Adam, a brow raised. He was at least 99 percent certain that Cole was up to something and almost the second he saw that knowing smirk on Cole’s face, it clicked into place what that might be.

And honestly? It wasn’t anything he hadn’t caught himself thinking about or having extensive late night conversations with Bobby Fish about already. Oh, he had a plan.. But unlike Adam, he wasn’t going into it guns blazing, only worried about getting what he wanted and hell with everything else.

No, his goal was to get to know her. Help her any way he could. Because anyone with half a brain could see that she clearly needed help. And he really felt drawn to her, the feeling only increased a little bit more with each little encounter they’d had so far since the night they met. He clicked with her.

He hadn’t really ever clicked with someone like that, especially not quite so fast.

“All I’m saying, Kyle, is that Jordan Devlin treats her like a fuckin possession. He’s not with her because he cares, man, this isn’t like me and my girl or Roddy and his.. Or even Bobby and his. Just watch them, man.” Adam went quiet and Bobby leaned in, muttered calmly, “You were sayin’ earlier, O’Reilly… She only finds you because she doesn’t know anybody else? You’re wrong. She has a choice. She’s here, now.”

Kyle bit his lip, eyes darting from his best friends to the doorway where Dominique still stood. Eventually, he wandered over.

“Everything okay?” Kyle stared down at her, his hand rubbing over the back of his head. Before he could stop himself, he was stepping just a little closer. She did the same, mirroring the way he stood. He eyed her in concern, relieved to find that she didn’t seem upset or anything like she had been the night before when she’d wound up texting him and coming to find him at the sports bar he and Bobby were having drinks at.

“Yeah.” Dominique was almost worried that she was bothering the guy with as much as she seemed to find herself seeking him out lately, but honestly at this point, she just really and truly enjoyed being around Kyle. He didn’t make her feel like she couldn’t be herself. He wasn’t always pressuring her to do this or that or be a certain way. They actually had these long and in-depth conversations about different things. Things that she’d always wanted to talk to people about before but more often than not, she wound up getting ignored or having the topic laughed off. Hell, they even argued about things and he actually listened to her and heard her out as opposed to shutting her down. “Actually, I just thought I’d come and hang out with you guys today. Since I took what you and Bobby said into consideration and I cancelled that stupid photo shoot on the beach.”

Kyle smiled and nodded. “Feels better, huh?”

“Oh god, so much better.” Dominique smiled back, nodding to the weight benches as she tilted her head slightly to look up at him and asked, “I didn’t like.. Interrupt you, right?”

“No, not at all. I was actually just finishing up. Was gonna go back to my apartment and get my dog and take him to the beach. You can come too, if you want to.”

“I’d actually like that!” Dominique smiled up at him and he chuckled. “Let me go get changed and we’ll leave.”

As he walked past his friends again, Adam stopped him. “You better be going for it, Kyle. We take what we want, man.”

“This is not like that, Adam.”

“It should be.” Adam chuckled, nodding to Dominique and then at Kyle as he continued, “It’s cute, man.”

Bobby stopped him as he headed towards the locker room. “I’m going to take it that she took our advice and cancelled the shoot?”

“She did. She seems happier about it.” Kyle smiled to himself and Bobby chuckled. “Just go spend time with your woman.”

“I’m telling you, she only looks for me to spend time with because I’m the only person she really knows aside from that fucking prick Devlin.” Kyle insisted as Bobby shook his head. “Open your eyes, O’Reilly. At least consider the possibility that I’m right and I know what I’m talking about, man.”

“Whatever, Fish.” Kyle waved him off and laughed as he stepped into the locker room to change.

And across the gym, Jordan Devlin happened to look up from sparring with one of the other guys to find his girlfriend… Engrossed in yet another conversation with Kyle O’Reilly. His sparring partner nodded towards Dominique. “Your girlfriend’s awfully close to O’Reilly, man. You gonna do something about it or just let O’Reilly steal your girl?”

“Oh, he’s not stealing anything. He’s keepin her outta m’ hair right now. I’ll handle it later.” Jordan cut off the other man abruptly. Oh they were definitely having a very serious talk later…

XXX

They came to a stop at the parking lot, laughing and trying to catch their breath. Kyle’s dog flopped down onto the asphalt between them and grinned up at them, panting because he was tired too. Dominique reached down to scratch the dog behind the ears and a throat cleared behind her and Kyle. She rose slowly, turning around.

Jordan was leaning against a lamppost, tapping his wrist. And then it hit Dominique that he’d texted her before she left her place to meet Kyle down at the boardwalk earlier. She’d told him she’d try to meet him tonight for dinner, but she’d been having such a good time she completely forgot all about it.

“Did y’ forget somethin?”

“Jordan, if you’re going to be a dick, leave.”

He nodded to Kyle, glaring a little before fixing his gaze back onto Dominique. “Yer spendin an awful lot ‘f time with that one.”

Kyle’s fists clenched and he’d been just about to step up, put distance between Dominique and Jordan, but Dominique shook her head no and took a deep breath. “Yeah? At least Kyle wants me around, Jordan.”

“How can y’ say dat? I want y’ around! I can’t help ‘at I’m busy.” Jordan was starting to tense up, starting to get irritated. Kyle could see it in his eyes. When Jordan stepped forward, Kyle stepped between them quickly, shaking his head as his jaw set firmly. “Don’t even think about it, Devlin.”

“And what’s dis about yer agent sayin y’ want t’ quit? I thought y’ were fine. We talked about dis, Dom.”

“It’s my life, Jordan.” Dominique shrugged, swallowing hard. The last thing she wanted was a huge fight because of her and she was honestly debating on fleeing now, just taking Kyle by the hand and getting the hell away from Jordan. When he got like this, nothing was going to convince him he was in the wrong. She was not putting Kyle into the middle of it all.

“C’mon, Kyle, let’s just go. Leave Jordan to his tantrum alone.”

“Oh.. so dat’s how it is now, hm?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

Kyle looked from Dominique to Jordan and he rubbed his chin. “You’re really something, Devlin. You bring her out there to be with her and then you spend all your time ditching her. You never listen to a damn thing she has to say. Do you even know anything about her? I mean beyond the fact that you think she’s hot.” Kyle airquoted the last part, rolling his eyes at Jordan in disgust. Oh, the anger he felt every single time she’d come by and be upset by something Jordan said or did or him just outright fucking ignoring her was bubbling to the surface and it was happening quick. He squared up, eye to eye with Jordan who was glaring at him angrily.

“Don’t believe any of this is yer business, O’Reilly.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. See, she’s my friend. So that makes it very much my business.” Kyle’s jaw set firm as he said it and he moved so that Dominique was clearly behind him and totally obstructed Jordan’s view of her.

He continued. “Do you even know how stressed out this whole modeling thing has her? Because she’s actually told me. And I listened. I didn’t tell her to keep trying, I didn’t ignore her. And you call yourself her boyfriend.”

Dominique’s breath caught in her throat. Seeing him get this angry.. Over her.. While she was worried and tensed up and scared that at any moment, all hell was going to break loose, she found herself really getting a good glimpse of Kyle.

And that magnet’s pull she’d been starting to feel lately was only growing. She stepped closer to Kyle, pressing against his back in an effort to at least try keeping one party involved slightly calm. “Go away, Jordan.”

“ So that’s it?”

“Yeah. Again. That’s it. I’m done with this. I’m done with you. Just go away.”

Jordan glared at Kyle and Kyle spoke up as calmly as possible. “You heard her, Devlin. Get lost.”

“Yer goin t’ regret breakin up with me.”

“I highly doubt it, because in the short time I’ve known Kyle, I’ve honestly felt like he’s more of a boyfriend to me than you ever were. Go! Get lost.” Dominique blurted it out before she could stop herself and Kyle turned, gazing down at her intently.

“Sorry about that, I..” Dominique trailed off, her eyes getting lost in his as she stared up at him.

Rather than say anything, he pulled her against him and chuckled quietly. “It’s not your fault. You wanna get out of here? Go find something to eat?”

“I’d very much like that, Kyle.”

#kyle o'reilly fanfiction #kyle o'reilly fanfic #kyle o'reilly fic #kyle o'reilly oneshot #kyle o'reilly imagine #// flirting and stuff #// fluff

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woo-san-shine · 5 years ago

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Our Way

ateez college au

Premise: You and your best friend from high school move away to a university 3 hours away from your small hometown. You find yourself meeting a strange cast of characters along the way that will help you find your way throughout your freshman year.

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: none, filler chapter

Author’s Note: Hi!!! I know it has been literal months since I’ve posted, but university was a lot more overwhelming than I thought it was going to be. But I do have a lot more free time now, so hopefully I can get this story back up and running! Some things about this au will change (mostly texting images because I have a new app for that lololol). Thanks~

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Chapter 8

It was a few hours later and I was struggling with my portrait. I had said goodbye to Mingi, who had told me he was going to go take a nap when we got back to the dorm. Sooyoung wasn't in the room when I got there, so I decided to put on some music and try to work on sketching Chaewon's hair. During class, we had taken pictures of each other for reference, so I had my phone propped up against my pillow while I lay on my stomach on my bed. I am trying to redo her right eyebrow for probably the 8th time when I hear the door open.

"Jaaaaaaemin, are you in here?" Sooyoung's voice enters the room before she does.

"Up here," I say as I turn around to see Sooyoung taking off her shoes in the doorway. I am also pleasantly surprised to see Mingi standing behind her.

"Oh, hello again," I say to him.

He waves up at me from behind Sooyoung, who turns quickly to look up at him.

"Again?" she questions.

"We somehow ended up in the same English class," I say as she looks back and forth between Mingi and me, brows slightly furrowed.

"Huh," she says while walking over to her desk. "What are the odds." Her tone implies this as more of a statement rather than a question.

"How was your nap," I ask Mingi. He was just kind of standing in the middle of the room awkwardly while Sooyoung was emptying her bookbag at her desk.

"Uh, kinda short," he says to me under his breath. "I had just laid my head on the pillow and before I know it, there was a knock on my door."

"Hey, I didn't force you to come over here," Sooyoung says shooting a look over to us. "I just wanted to see if anyone was home.

Mingi shyly stares down at his shoes.

"So Jae, tell me about your first day," Sooyoung says to me.

"Oh, I mean, it was nothing special. Had a few classes, already have an assignment due on Wednesday, a professor may or may not be out to get me. Ya know, the usual."

"What?" She questions.

"Oh wait until you hear this," Mingi says urging me to keep talking.

There is an ever so faint scowl on Sooyoung's face as her eyes dart from Mingi's excited smile to my slightly worried one. I tell her about the mug incident and that scowl quickly turns into a face full of rage.

"Are you kidding me, Jae?! She can't do that to you!"

Mingi has to almost hold her back as she threatens to go find Ms. Lee and teach her a lesson.

"Really, Soo," I say with my hands outstretched, trying to calm her. "There's nothing I can do now."

"What a bitch, though," she says, folding her arms.

"Uh didn't you want to work on our Calculus homework?" Mingi says, clearly trying his best to steer her away from any more talk of beating up Ms. Lee.

I go back to my sketch while the pair start on their homework. For awhile we all work in silence, me sketching on my bed and the pair sitting on the floor on their laptops. The silence slowly starts to turn into muffled chatter, and then into Sooyoung's high pitch giggling. I peek over the edge of my bed to catch a glimpse Sooyoung doing an over-exaggerated laugh to whatever Mingi had just said.

"Wait, Jae, where are you going?" Mingi asks.

Neither of them had noticed me climb down from my bed and head for the door.

"Uh, I'm just going to go for a walk," I say to the pair. If I was being honest, I couldn't take the sound of them cooing over each other any longer. "I'm not really getting anywhere on my portrait," I say gesturing to the sketchpad I had abandoned on my bed.

"Don't be out too late," Sooyoung says to me with a wink. She then proceeds to grab Mingi by the chin and direct his gaze from me back to her.

I roll my eyes as I walk out of the room and shut the door. It was probably for my own good to leave. I really didn't know where I was going to go, but I was thankful that I grabbed my headphones before I left. I slip in my earbuds and make my way out of the dorm.

It was early evening as I walked across campus. The warm air felt nice on my skin in contrast to the cold, air-conditioned dorm room. I find a nice grassy area full of park benches under a canopy of trees that was across from one of the dining halls and plop myself down in the shaded area beneath a large tree. I watch the many students walking by for awhile. A few others were sitting amongst the grass like I was. I turn my music up a little louder and lie back on the ground, staring up at the sky between the tree branches. I close my eyes and let the sound of the music coming from my headphones fill my mind.

I don't know how long it's been before I feel a presence standing over me. My eyes flutter open.

"AH, what the hell?!" I yell in shock. I jolt upward, tangling myself in my headphones.

"Woah, Jaemin! It's me!"

I am just about to throw an upward kick in the direction of the figure before I recognize the voice.

"...San?"

"Ha, yeah. Sorry if I woke you," he says quickly. "Here let me help." He kneels down next to me and helps me untangle my headphones that had gotten stuck in my hair.

"Thanks," I say a little flustered. "Uh, sorry I almost roundhouse kicked you."

"Hey, it's okay. I don't blame you," he says with a chuckle. "I kind of snuck up on you anyway. Mind if I sit?"

"Oh no, of course not," I say. I pat the ground next to me. He sits down, placing his bookbag on his other side. "Did you just get out of class?" I ask.

"Yeah. A Monday night-class is going to be rough," He says while running a hand through his hair.

I had only just realized that it was now dusk.

How long had I been asleep?

"I'm lucky you found me here, I might have slept out here all night," I say to him, laughing at myself.

"What were you doing out here?" he asks me, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, I needed a break from sketching. And my dorm room was getting a bit... crowded."

"What were you sketching?"

"A portrait for one of my classes."

"You have homework already?" he asks, sounding surprised.

"Yeah, unfortunately," I sigh.

I look around and notice that we are virtually the only ones on this side of campus. The sun had almost fully set, and there were fireflies lazily floating above the grass. Lampposts along the sidewalk had begun to glow brighter as the sun sank lower and lower into the horizon.

"This is a nice spot you found here," he says, glancing around in the growing darkness at the surrounding trees.

"It reminds me of home," I say a little quietly.

"Do you miss it? Home, I mean?" he asks looking over to me. Even in the dark, I can see his silvery-gray eyes staring at me intently.

I pause for a few seconds. "I miss my parents."

San looks forward again and I can't quite read his expression. "What are they like?" he asks, turning back to gaze at me.

It takes everything in me to not mindlessly stare at his face like a dumbass, but I somehow find the words. "Well, they had me a little later in life, so they're a bit older. I'm an only child, so It was always just the three of us. They both work really hard and I know I don't thank them enough for all that they gave me..." I trail off.

"Tell me more," he says.

I want to sarcastically say that there's really no need for him to pretend to care about my life, but the genuine look of interest in his eyes and stops me. "Uh, well we lived in a little house that was lowkey in the middle of a forest. We all loved being outside, I remember that being a big part of my childhood. I think that's why I gravitate towards places like this," I say, gesturing around to the canopy of trees.

"I wish I grew up away from the city," he says, looking around to where I gestured. "It’s always just so... loud"

"It's not as great as it sounds. Why'd you think I moved so far away for college?"

"Well, why did you leave?"

I pause. "Well... as much as I liked the area I grew up in and miss my parents.... I just needed to get out."

"Get out?"

"Yeah... there was just nothing there for me. Nothing compared to all the opportunities there are here in the city. I just didn't want to get stuck." I stare at San, who is looking at me with his silver eyes. "I don't know if that makes any sense. Sorry for kinda rambling I-"

"No no don't apologize!" he says quickly, placing a hand on my shoulder. "I like listening to people talk. About anything."

I try my hardest to ignore the tingling sensation that lingered once he removed his hand from my shoulder. "Well, I appreciate it."

We go back and forth for a while, him asking me questions about my life at home, my history with Sooyoung, my hobbies, etc. Then the topic turned to music.

"Wait, wait, wait.. you like EXO?" San's eyes widen.

"Yeah! That's what I was listening to before I fell asleep."

"I saw them live the last time they went on tour!" he says excitedly.

"Woah, that's lucky."

"It was a great show... do you mind?" he asks, pointing towards my headphones.

I give him a confused look as he grabs my headphones. He places one earbud in his ear and reaches to place the other in my ear. His hand lingers slightly, then moves to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear. My eyes dart from him, to his hand, to my phone that he is now holding.

Say something, you idiot.

"Can I play a song?" he asks, a soft smile on his lips.

"Uh.. yeah of course."

He scrolls for a little bit and then plays one of the other EXO songs I had saved. I watch him as he starts to hum along to the melody.

We stay like that for a while, each choosing a few songs as we watched the remainder of the sun sink beneath the trees. Although we were just sitting there listening to the music, it didn’t feel awkward at all.

“Well I guess we should probably get going,” he says, checking his watch.

The sun was fully gone now.

“Thanks again for waking me up,” I say as I get up from my seat on the ground.

He chuckles and stands up, grabbing his bag. “It was really no problem. We should do this again sometime.”

I raise an eyebrow.

“This tree,” he nods to where we had both just been sitting. “It could be a nice spot to relax, bring friends here, just hang out ya know?”

I try to ignore the ever so slight annoyance at the word “friends”.

Did you actually expect anything? You just met.

“No yeah, of course,” I say quickly.

We both say our goodbyes and head in the opposite direction of our dorms.

“Hey wait!!”

I turn to see him jogging back to me.

“I want to make sure you get home okay, could you like, text me when you get back to your dorm?”

I pause. “I mean I would if I had your number,” I say with a slight smirk.

He blinks, and then laughs. “Oh, you didn’t notice? I put my number in your phone while I was changing one of the songs,” he puts air quotes around the last five words.

I gasp, mouth fully hanging open.

“It’s under Choi San fox emoji,” he says casually.

“You- you really-” I stutter.

He laughs again. “Goodnight, Jaemin.”

...

When I finally get back to my dorm Sooyoung is in bed with the lights off, scrolling on her phone.

“Where were you? I was just about to call the police or something.”

“Oh, I just went for a walk,” I say casually.

“Well next time tell me where you are, okay?” She says all this without looking up from her phone.

“Yeah, of course,” I say as I crawl into my bunk, only to find the unfinished sketch I had abandoned earlier.

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