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[mollyrolls]

hey google how do i write a love confession not cringy not gross no chatgpt

[kiyokostan]

in my head this is how yn's moment of realization of her feelings for iwa feels like for her

THE MANEATER CHAPTER NINE: diet pepsi

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"Man, I swear she's the one who asked me."

Iwaizumi believes him. That’s the worst part. Actually, the worst part is this odd pang he gets in his chest. He doesn’t have the right to feel betrayed, and yet, here he is, feeling betrayed and jealous and pushing some random man out the door just because she batted her eyelashes at him.

He’s fucked. Iwaizumi’s totally fucked.

“Don’t care. Club’s closed, go home,” Iwaizumi instructs, tone cold and detached. And before pretty boy can respond, he’s closing the doors in his face and locking them, more than ready for this fucking night to be over with.

She’s in their spot, sitting on a milk crate, cigarette hanging lazily from her lips, in one of her ridiculous outfits. Iwaizumi sighs at the sight of her; her drunkenness is evident in the way her limbs hang from her, sloppily, like they’re hardly connected to her at all. He doesn’t try to convince himself he’s not worried. Iwaizumi’s past that point.

She offers no reaction as he pulls up his milk crate to sit beside her, she just pulls the cigarettes away and breaths out a line of smoke. “Rough night?” Iwaizumi asks.

“Fuck off,” she mumbles, but there’s none of her usual bite to it. “Thanks for getting that guy off me. I changed my mind about thirty seconds in.”

Iwaizumi squirms. “Yeah, I could tell.”

They sit in silence for a moment. Iwaizumi doesn’t move. He’s never quite seen her like this before. Quiet and solemn. Even with a drink thrown in her face she was blubbering and expressive and loud. Now her expression is straight and unwavering, her words a pitch lower than they usually are. He doesn’t know how to deal with her like this.

“I got into an argument with Kiyoko,” she offers suddenly, and Iwaizumi tilts his head to look directly at her. “Was my fault, for sure. But she wants to quit, get her own place. She said she’s tired of this lifestyle.”

Iwaizumi watches her face for any give or any sort of tell. But she doesn’t flinch or twitch and there’s no watering in her eyes and this feels suddenly more severe than any other conversation they’ve had. He shifts and pulls out a cigarette of his own. “And, to you,” Iwaizumi starts, flicking at the end of his lighter, “this lifestyle is sorta synonymous with you, right?”

She turns her head to glare at him. She looks tired, that coating of makeup on her face doing little to conceal the dark bruises under her eyes. “Don’t be a dick about it.”

“I’m not being a dick about it,” he contests gently, exhaling smoke. “I’d be upset too.”

“You would?”

He nods. “Yeah. It fucking sucks when it feels like people are moving on from you.”

Her head drops, and her eyes find the ground. “She’s my best friend. I was mean to her.”

Iwaizumi does something unexpected then. He doesn’t realize he’s doing it until he’s already done it, but he raises his arm and throws it over her shoulder, pulling her and her milk crate closer to him as he does so. His heart hammers in his throat when she lets her head fall against his shoulder. “She’ll forgive you.”

There are goosebumps on the skin of her arm. Iwaizumi can feel them, and he lets himself believe they’re not from the chilled, late summer night. “I wanted to go home with someone so I wouldn’t have to go home to see her. Is that pathetic?”

Iwaizumi swallows a lump in his throat. “You can come back to my place, if you want.”

✧˖*°࿐

She’s standing in Iwaizumi’s bedroom. She cleaned her face off with Oikawa’s micellar water and used his expensive face wash and moisturizer. She pulled off her fake eyelashes and left them on Iwaizumi’s nightstand, next to the glass of water and Advil he left her, and now she’s standing in the middle of his bedroom, wearing a t-shirt he pulled from the bottom of his drawer and a pair of sweatpants she had to roll up not to trip over.

His room is exactly what she would expect. Plain walls and grey sheets. Methodically neat and organized. Black wooden furniture and dumbbells stuffed in the corner. It feels oddly familiar, being in a room that is so him.

There’s a knock on the other side of the door. Polite of him to knock on his own bedroom door. Standing feels awkward, so she sits at the edge of his bed. “Come in,” she says, quieter than she needs to, like she’s afraid of getting caught.

Iwaizumi opens the door, and then hovers there for a moment. He looks like he has something caught in his throat. “Do you need anything else?” he asks.

“Nah. Are you sure you don’t want me to sleep on the couch though?” she asks, knotting her hands together on her lap.

“Take the bed,” he insists. He has an expression on that she can’t read. That might be on purpose. “You look different.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Different?”

“Without all the makeup. Less intimidating, I guess.”

“Sorry,” she says with a slight eyeroll. “I’ll put a full face of makeup back on, so you don’t get uncomfortable by what I actually look like.”

“Not uncomfortable,” Iwaizumi is quick to correct, and then he takes a step back, hand reaching for the light. “Goodnight.”

He leaves her in the darkness, and she settles into his sheets. They smell like him. And she’s not sure if she’s still just too drunk, but she sort of hopes the smell lingers on her skin by morning. It’s the last thought she has before she falls asleep.

✧˖*°࿐

She is awoken before she’s ready. The blinds of his bedroom are ripped open, and the morning sunlight invades her rest. She groans, and grabs the closest corner of blanket she can find to pull it over her face. “Go away,” she grumbles.

Iwaizumi chuckles. “Gotta get up, brat. I got you breakfast.”

She groans. “Don’t want breakfast. Wanna sleep.”

She doesn’t know what time it is and it’s hardly even registered where exactly she is. All she can think about is hiding in possibly the warmest and softest place she’s ever been in her life, and sleeping for eight more hours or so.

And then, the blanket is ripped from her, and once exposed to the cold, outside air, she shoots upright. Iwaizumi grins. She glares. “Breakfast, c’mon. Before my roommates wake up.”

That motivates her. With less reluctance now, she rises, and follows Iwaizumi to his kitchen, quietly complaining the entire time, continuing to do so as she devours as a bagel. Whatever last night was, it was just theirs. No roommates need to know.

When she leaves, she leaves in his clothes, her own ones bundled up into tight balls of fabric and shoved to the bottom of her purse. She wears her platform boots under his sweatpants and at least they allow her a few extra inches of height so she’s not dragging them along the pavement as Iwaizumi walks her home.

By the time he leaves her at her front door, they’ve returned to normal, trading insults back and forth like it’s the only language they know how to speak. But when she closes her own bedroom door behind her and falls onto her bed, she’s still wearing his clothes, and it all feels different.

✧˖*°࿐

Iwaizumi was going to wash his sheets. But he lies down on top of his bed, and notices they smell like her perfume. He looks to his nightstand, and sees her fake eyelashes, lying there with bits of glue stuck to them. And he decides to leave the traces of her there, for now.

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yn rode home from the club with iwaizumi on the back of his skateboard

he went slower than usual because he was afraid of her getting hurt

yn and kiyoko has fought before but they always make up in the end ; yn takes it harder when she fights with kiyoko because she hates the feeling of disappointing her

iwaizumi had her ass up and out of bed at 7:30 in the goddamn morning

she was pissed

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[renardiererin]

getaway car ; ch.x: “i got this one boy, & he won’t stop calling” 

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[scaredy-katts]

Who's There?

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cassette "please don't kill me mr ghostface <3" side one track two. . .psycho killer

cw/notes: ignore timestamps, mention of stabbing/murder

🗡 this is based off scream, but some interactions/situations will deviate ok 🗡 read into iwayn's interactions a little, there's more between them than you think 🗡 pay attention to yn's unsent texts 🗡 dropping some iwa lore in this, yes there will be more 🗡 can you guess who akaashi is supposed to be now?

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[sticky-sugar]

this was too long to respond to your answer to my original ask so imma post it here

toxic iwa is like perfectly balanced esp bc even tho it’s not said explicitly it really feels like reader has caught onto it, so it doesn’t make it feel wrong, AND he’s also possessive bc he’s madly in love and willing to do anything for his boo so it’s honestly just another thing that gives me butterflies while reading, next chapter im ready to be giggling with my feet in the air,

I truly admire writers like you whose storytelling pulls real life reactions from readers bc the dialogue and overall story telling makes everything feel so real, I can imagine everything so perfectly in my head like a movie, at certain points I kept pausing to do something and I’d think “I gotta get back to my movie,” then I’d remember that I was actually very much reading a fic 😭 it’s so rare to find a full fic like this on here lately, so thankful for your brain

PLEASE IM SO DEVASTATED WITH LOVE THIS IS INSANE

i am SOOOO glad it reads the way i want it to. like iwa is toxic in that he does things he knows he probably shouldnt, but he also has a very severe lack of self control when it comes to her because hes THAT obsessed w her. he (literally, as we've seen) gets lost in his own head thinking ab her, and at the end of the day hes not going ANYWHERE and hes not letting her go anywhere either

iwayn are both in this odd little middle ground of "doing things against their better judgment while unknowingly being completely transparent to the other person". iwa could and will rile yn up to the point of her snapping but the moment she does hes not going to be able to contain his little smile and shes gonna KNOW. shes gonna know and shes gonna play with him right back because for BOTH of them, it's exciting to do something a little off colour with the one person who matches their freak

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[mollyrolls]

spoiler below

sir, iwayn from maneater just kissed

THE MANEATER CHAPTER ELEVEN: claws

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She’s going to be late for work.

Her hair is half-done, and she’s got nothing on but Iwaizumi’s shirt and her Naked Wolfe boots as she frantically rushes through her living room, wondering where the fuck her phone could have gone. She figures that it should be buzzing loud enough for her to find it. It’s the time of day when Iwaizumi usually starts bothering her about where she is.

She’s ripping up the couch cushions trying to find it when the sound of a throat clearing makes her stand upright, spine straight and gaze snapped in the direction of the noise.

It’s Kiyoko, standing there with a purse over her shoulder, dressed in all black for her shift. “You’re going to be late,” she speaks plainly, a frown slightly tugging at the corner of her lips.

“You just don’t want me to do anything with my life because you just want me to stay stuck here at your level!”

She swallows. There’s a humidity in the apartment that makes the leather of her boots stick uncomfortably to her skin. “Can’t find my phone.”

‘What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You think I’m beneath you? That I’m not worthy enough for you?”

Baby hairs escape from Kiyoko’s ponytail. “You left it in the bathroom. It’s been vibrating on the sink nonstop.”

“Just because you’re satisfied working at some crappy club for the rest of your life doesn’t mean I am, and you’re being a shitty friend for expecting that of me.”

“Oh,” she says, and nods. “Checks out.”

“Fine! Then fucking quit! Do whatever you want. If your apartment and your job and your friends are so fucking shitty then go get new ones!”

Kiyoko narrows her eyes at her, taking a slight step forward. “Who’s shirt is that?”

Her hands find the hem of it, and she tugs it down to get a better look at it. “Oh, um, one of Omi’s old ones, I think.”

It’s a lie. They both know it’s a lie. But Kiyoko just nods, and turns on her heel. “Alright. Well, see you at work.”

“Yeah. See you.”

They have a nightly routine, at this point. Iwaizumi wanders into the back alley, and rolls his eyes at the sight of her, like he wasn’t hoping she would already be there. She groans at the sight of him, already smoking, and says something fresh and in a tone of faux annoyance. Tonight it’s, “Oh my god, can’t I just get fifteen minutes of peace without you ruining it?”

“Payback for having to listen to your set all night.” Iwaizumi pulls up the milk crate and sits next to her. Every night, he pulls it up a little closer than the one before. Tonight, his shoulder brushes up against hers. “Can I bum a cig?” he asks, slightly nudging her arm with his elbow.  

She brings the end of the cigarette to her lips and curls them around it. Iwaizumi watches and does not try to censor his thoughts. “You’re such a fucking leach,” she says, words laced with smoke. She takes the one from between her lips and hands it over to him.

He feels smug when he takes it, and her lip gloss stain feels sticky when he inhales. “Thanks, brat.”

Now she turns her head, resting her chin on her hand as she watches him smoke. Iwaizumi can feel her stare on the side of his face. It feels close. She feels close, body warmth radiating off of her and seeping through his clothes. He doesn’t dare turn his head. “The fuck are you looking at?” he questions, gently, with no edge to his tone.

“You,” she answers earnestly, and offers no further explanation.

His heart leaps into his throat, and he turns to look at her. Her face is just as close as he thought, and he can see the slight smudge in black ink off the corner of her eye. She blinks, and he can swear he can feel a small gust of air from the eyelashes glued to her lids. “Why are you looking at me?”

She smirks slightly. “What? I can’t look at you now?”

Iwaizumi inhales and tilts his head slightly to avoid blowing smoke in her face. As he looks back down at her, he lifts the cigarette to her lips, and she opens her mouth without being told to. He places it between her lips and waits for her to inhale; he pulls it away again once she does. “Nah,” he says, voice low, “look at whatever you want.”  

The side of her thigh presses against his. “So, are you gonna do it? Or do I have to do fucking everyth-“

Iwaizumi cuts her off, hand pressed against the line of her jaw, and lips crashing against hers. He kisses her hard, nothing held back, and she returns it by knotting her fingers in the roots of his hair. Iwaizumi’s hands trail from her jaw, down her side, until they eventually find her hips. He’s not sure if he pulls her or if she leaps or if it’s both, but she finds herself straddling his lap, pressing as much of herself against him as she can.

His fingers press into the skin of her hips, and her skirt rides up her thighs. Iwaizumi feels lightheaded. She pulls away, and is slightly breathless as she looks down at him. “Wanna go back to my place?”

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massive thank you to @mollyrolls for helping me out and brainstorming and coming up with solutions to problems i had written myself into lol. their help was a big influence in this chapter <3

i did not proofread this bc im BUSY

iwa got the 'yes sir' text and it was over for him

like he was done after that completely cooked

yn absolutely knew what she was doing

kiyoko knows that's not omi's shirt because she's never seen it before and omi owns like six shirts and also she absolutely texted him about it after she left

things are weird for them! very weird!

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[renardiererin]

hi question ! does hajime ever start liking yn at all?

LMAOOO probably not ngl.... ch7 kinda showed that it's a pr stunt relationship, and as far as i've planned there is not a real love triangle. i have like six other smau ideas on my big planning doc and i might js have to make an iwaizumi smau soon bc people rlly like him lol but yeah as far as getaway car goes there probably won't be an iwayn moment...

[scaredy-katts]

Who's There?

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cassette "please don't kill me mr ghostface <3" side one track one. . .sweet dreams

cw/notes: crude/sexual/morbid humor, ignore timestamps and typos thanks, ghostface iwa.....save me ghostface iwa, there is sound in the graphic btw

🗡 iwa is billy loomis coded and yn is literally stu macher 🗡yn was WHEEZING with laughter when she fell and proceeded to tell the corpse "omfg you ate me tf up" 🗡 obviously iwa did not find this funny 🗡 we'll get background on iwayn soon ;) 🗡 texts with alisa are with yn and texts with akaashi are iwa 🗡 classic horror movie cliche of "where did you go?" you're welcome 🗡 take alisayn's relationship however you want hehe

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