#she’s called Ysabel and she’s in denial

[eethok]

portrait of an unknown essonan warlock

[amarimaryllis]

I Like You So Much, You’ll Know It (Iwazumi x Reader)

Pairing: Iwaizumi/Reader  Prompt/Summary: You’re so in love with Iwaizumi Hajime that only the most oblivious person wouldn’t see your feelings for him. (Spoiler: he is the most oblivious person) Tags: Fluff Note: Use of she/her pronouns, Inspired by Ysabelle’s “I Like You So Much, You’ll Know It” Warnings: Mild Swearing

Almost everyone in Aoba Johsai who knew of your existence knew about the fact that you had the biggest crush on the volleyball team’s ace. Sometimes they didn’t even know your name, they just referred to you as “the girl who’s so into Iwaizumi-san”. You were that whipped, and you were that obvious. 

At first, you tried to hide your feelings. You made sure that no one would think you even liked Iwaizumi because you didn’t want the said boy to find out. So when almost the entire school found out about your crush on the ace, you were ready to dig your own grave. Fortunately—and quite, unfortunately—for you, Iwaizumi Hajime is dense. His perception of other people’s romantic feelings for him was as dense as the arm muscles he used to spike volleyballs. In short, he was extremely dense. Hell, you guys were in the same circle of friends, but for some reason, he still didn’t realize just how irrevocably whipped you are for him.

At least not until one day when the rest of your so-called friends decided to ditch both of you. 

It was a Monday, meaning your entire circle of friends would be walking home together because the boys didn’t have volleyball practice. However, it seemed like everyone but you and Iwaizumi had plans after class. Hanamaki and Matsukawa were going to some sort of arcade, Oikawa was going to pick up Takeru, and your two other best friends, Asano and Yamamoto were going to check out the new cafe that opened, and said cafe was conveniently on the direction opposite to your way home.

Which leaves you with Iwaizumi.

You were excited, but you two barely talked, and you didn’t know why it was like that. You guys were fine during the first year, comfortably talking from time to time, hell you were probably Iwaizumi’s number one cheerleader then, but in your second year, things got a little rocky for some reason, and it just got awkward all of a sudden. However, it was probably your fault for shying away from him due to your crush on the ace. Iwaizumi would make the effort to start small conversations with you, and he always seemed confident, but you on the other hand, wouldn’t even dare try to strike up small talk with the strong, reliable ace because you did not want to embarrass yourself in front of him. 

The tension in the air was palpable in the first few seconds that passed after your amazing friends decided to leave you both at the school’s gate. However, Iwaizumi is the first to break the silence.

“Guess I’m the only one walking you home today.” Iwaizumi has a sheepish grin on his face as he rubs the back of his neck. “I hope you don’t mind.”

You just wanted to pounce on him then and there and pepper his face with tiny kisses because, one, you did not mind at all, and two, he looked so cute at that moment that your heart felt like it was gonna combust.

“I don’t mind at all.” You can feel a blush creeping into your cheeks. “But your house is closer though, so technically it’s me who’s walking you home.”

Iwaizumi raises a brow before he ruffles your hair. “As if I’d ever let you walk home alone.”

The blush that was creeping into your cheeks was no longer creeping, it was sprinting through the surface of your skin so quickly that you were sure that the warmth that your face emitted was enough to get you through winter without a heater.

Iwaizumi seems to have realized the fact that his hand was still on your head, and he also seems to have realized what he just said. He immediately retracts his hand away, clearing his throat before he speaks, “Sorry.”

“I don’t mind.” You look at your shoes, the black surface suddenly looking like the most interesting thing on the planet. “But we should go already, it looks like it’s about to rain.”

Iwaizumi turns his gaze to the sky and sees the signs of a storm brewing. “You’re right, let’s go.”

The walk is as awkward as your conversation at the gates of the school. No words were shared, and a heavy layer of tension seemed to rest in the air. However, it didn’t seem like Iwaizumi felt the heaviness in the atmosphere at all. Either that or he’s doing a great job at looking calm and composed.

A few more seconds of silence pass and you can feel the tendrils of recklessness starting to tug at your body, urging you to do and say something stupid. You were pretty fed up with Iwaizumi being so dense that you almost didn’t care about the rejection. You just wanted him to know how much he means to you. Sure, a rejected confession would make things awkward, but both of you were already pretty damn awkward even without the confession. Surely nothing can be worse than this, right?

The words exit your mouth faster than your brain can evaluate them. “Hey Iwaizumi-san, do you not… like me?”

From the corner of your eye, you can see the corner of Iwaizumi’s lips tilt down into a frown, his eyebrows furrowing as he contemplates on what to say. “I do, though. Did Oikawa not tell you?”

“What?” It’s your turn to look confused. “What do you mean?”

“Huh?” Iwaizumi stops walking and turns to look at you. “Isn’t that why you don’t talk to me that often?”

“I’m not following.” You tilt your head in confusion, unable to decipher the words coming out from the ace’s mouth. 

Iwaizumi is gaping at you, a million thoughts seemingly running through his head as he blinks repeatedly. “Did Oikawa not tell you last year that I like you?”

You blink once. Twice. It takes three blinks before you can reply, and the best you can say is, “What?”

Your heart is beating quickly. The words are sinking in, but at the same time, they aren’t. The hopeful part of you says that Iwaizumi liked you, while the part that doesn’t want to get hurt from expectations refuses to believe the words coming out of the ace’s mouth.

Before Iwaizumi can reply, it starts raining.

“Shit, it’s raining.” Iwaizumi clicks his tongue before he shrugs his uniform jacket off and drapes it over your head. “Come on, there’s a convenience store just around the corner.”

Iwaizumi grabs your wrist, and you can only follow him because you were still too stunned to form any coherent thoughts. If you tried to reply now, you feel like the only thing that would come out of your mouth is ‘I love you’, and the world was not yet ready for that.

When you reach the convenience store, there are tiny droplets dripping from Iwaizumi’s hair, making you feel guilty because his jacket shielded you from the droplets of rain that decided to skydive at the worst time.

You’re both seated on one of the benches in the convenience store, thankfully, the one behind the register knew your circle of friends well, and she didn’t mind the fact that you were getting the floor wet.

You hand Iwaizumi his jacket, and he takes it, but instead of wearing it, he wraps it around your shoulders. “It’s cold, you might get sick.”

You frown. “I’m not the one who’s dripping wet from the rain. If anyone here has a chance of getting sick, it’s you. Take your damned jacket before you get sick.”

“Continue scolding me like that and I might just think you like me back.” You see the blush on Iwaizumi’s cheeks before he looks away from you.

“Stop that.” You grip at his jacket to wrap it tighter around your form. You were honestly just confused. Did this dense idiot really not know? And did this dense idiot actually feel the same? 

“Stop what?” Iwaizumi turns to look at you again, worry etched into every inch of his face. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Stop saying you like me when you don’t.” Your brain has reached the conclusion that maybe Iwaizumi finally realized that you did like him and was now leading you on. Deep in your heart, you knew that Iwaizumi was such a kind person that doing such a thing would never cross his mind, but you were still in denial because how the hell is someone like him, into someone like you? “It’s true that I like you but you don’t have to play with my feelings like that.”

“What?” Iwaizumi’s mouth is gaping open. “Are you saying that you… Do you like me?”

You blink at him in disbelief. A few beats pass and suddenly you’re laughing like a madwoman. You were ready to doubt him again, but the pure shock on his face was too genuine to be questioned. “You are dense! Oh my—“

Your sentence is cut off by your laughter, unable to hold it in. You couldn’t believe it.

Iwaizumi is still confused, but he looks a little embarrassed. There’s a blush on his cheeks, but there’s something in his eyes as he looks at you. A tiny glint of happiness shining in his eyes as he adores the way your eyes crinkle when you laugh.

When you calm down from your laughing, you decide to give Iwaizumi an explanation. “Yes, I do like you, you dense idiot. Probably since our second year? I’m pretty sure you’re the only one in the entire school who isn’t aware.”

There’s a blush on Iwaizumi’s cheeks as he searches your face for any sign of deception, but he finds none. The embarrassed look on his face is immediately replaced with a confident smirk as he brings his face closer to yours.

Instinctively you scoot back, but Iwaizumi’s reflexes are quick so one of his hands is immediately behind your neck to keep you where you are. “Bold of you to call me a dense idiot when I’ve been in love with you for three years and you never even noticed.”

It’s your turn to be embarrassed, your cheeks warming as you attempt to look down to avoid Iwaizumi’s intense gaze. 

“Oh no, you’re gonna look at me while I confess.” Iwaizumi teases as he removes his hand from your neck to tilt your chin upward. “I really like you, Y/N. Your smile, your eyes, the way you laugh… Just everything about you. You’re just so… Amazing.”

You can’t reply, too touched and overwhelmed to form any words.

“It sounds stupid, but I’m pretty sure I’ve imagined a hundred different futures with you the moment you cheered for me in that one Dateko game where I kept getting blocked.” Iwaizumi whispers, gazing into your soul in hopes that the other feelings he couldn’t put into words would be conveyed through his eyes. “You probably don’t remember, but that day, I realized that I’m gonna do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

“I got pretty bummed out when you got distant in our second year, I thought you disliked me so I kept our conversations short just so I don’t inconvenience you.” Iwaizumi grows as he recalls the moment you guys got awkward before it’s replaced with a smile as he speaks. “What a surprise that you like me too, huh?” 

Iwaizumi chuckles lightly before he gently brushes a stray strand of hair from your forehead, and the feeling of the tip of his calloused fingers grazing your skin was enough to send your heart into a frenzy. “Can I…”

“Can you what?” You whisper, not wanting to ruin the moment by making your voice too loud.

“Can I kiss you?” Iwaizumi looks into your eyes, waiting for permission. Waiting for a sign, a word.

You don’t reply, instead, you grab him by his tie and tenderly press your lips against his. Your heart feels like it’s about to escape the confines of your chest as you move your lips against Iwaizumi’s. Years of chasing after Iwaizumi finally concluded, and damn did it conclude pretty damn well.

You’re the first to pull away. Leaning away as you looked to the side to hide the blush on your face.

There’s a stupid grin on Iwaizumi’s face, his wide eyes accompanied by a bright smile as he breathes deeply. “Shit, I’m in love.”

Your face practically bursts into flames at how happy Iwaizumi looked at that moment, but you compose yourself and muster a quick reply. “I mean, this situation would be pretty awkward if you aren’t.”

Iwaizumi raises a brow as he smirks teasingly—boy did that simple action do things to your heart—before he grabs your wrist, making you faceplant right into his sturdy chest. He proceeds to cup your cheeks with his hands, pressing his forehead on yours. “I’m not gonna ask you to be my girlfriend yet.”

You can feel your heart drop a bit as you look into Iwaizumi’s eyes.

“I’m gonna give you the first date that you deserve then I’ll ask you.” Iwaizumi grins as the worry on your face is replaced by a small pout. “I hope you say yes.”

“Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend.” You answer a little too quickly, which makes Iwaizumi chuckle before squishing your cheeks.

“I haven’t even taken you out on a date yet.” Iwaizumi reasons out, continuing to absentmindedly squish your cheeks with his large hands.

“If you’re not asking me then I’m asking you.” You grin teasingly. “I’ve been pretty whipped for a long time now and I’m not about to let this opportunity slip.”

Your heart leaps into somersaults at the sound of Iwaizumi’s laughter. 

“Fine, you win.” Iwaizumi pinches your cheek. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You nod enthusiastically.

Iwaizumi smiles before he places a hand on the back of your neck and pulls you in for another kiss. His other hand pulls you by your waist to bring you closer to him, and when you’re close enough, the hand on your neck moves your waist as well. Iwaizumi continues to kiss you, gently, sweetly, too afraid to hurt you in any way even if it was unintentional.

That day, you tell yourself, was probably the best day of your life. The rain added to the beauty of that moment because it gave you an excuse to snuggle into Iwaizumi’s side as he pressed small kisses on the side of your head from time to time.

A/N: I hope you guys liked it! This one was a piece I made a while back, so if it’s familiar then it’s probably from my old account before I deactivated it. I made a new account cause I realized I was more stressed when I wasn’t writing. Thank you for reading!

[genbmnt]

closed: @shanexmartis​

It's the nightmares that gets her this time and the inability to wake from it at the very start. The last mission -- that will always haunt her. It's a dangerous lifestyle and Genevieve is very much aware of this; she's not a stranger to the risks it undertakes or how she practically walks in with a target on her back. A small, sadistic part of her actually enjoys it if she's being quite honest with herself. There's just something with the feeling of having the upper-hand at having someone's life dependent on her next movements. It's an aphrodisiac at this point and if one were to squint, Genevieve just about gets off of the thrill. Life hasn't always been kind to her and while she tries her hardest to be a good person -- or hell even a decent person would suffice -- a job's a job and it's the only thing she's ever known. That doesn't mean that everything always goes according to plan; she's human and she's bound to have errors.

This last time, though, it very nearly cost her life.

Genevieve can practically taste the rust in her mouth, the dizzying feeling almost knocking her out. It's a death sentence and she knows it, the memory of the onslaught of panic that hit when she realized that the whole mission went sideways. It's only her luck that she didn't have anyone else with her. Everyone thought it was quick and easy; no one could have predicted that she basically walked into a trap. Quick reflexes may have saved her but at a cost. The bullet fragments lodged in her shoulders with something metallic rooted near her spine have the woman almost screaming in agony, but the main objective was to stay alive. Genevieve remembers the hysteria in stealing someone's car and driving to the nearest place she knows: Santa Ysabel.

In the dream, though, she never made it. Her subconscious just loves playing with her, toying the idea that no matter how fast she drove, he wasn't too far behind. There was always something wrong: the car wouldn't start, the gun hit a little too close to something vital, she wasn't able to kick away from being pinned down. It all ended the same: with Genevieve in her coffin and no one there to attend the funeral. She's not quite sure what it means; is it the fear of death or the fear of being alone that has the woman in a twist? Either way, she wakes once the first shovel-full of dirt hits her grave.

Upright with her chest heaving, there's a trail of sweat falling from her temple. She's shaking and she's only glad she's alone since vulnerability has always been instilled in her as a form of weakness. It took a lot to let Bear help her out that night. The clock on her night stand reads near 3 am and she just knows she's not going to be able to go back to sleep. Alcohol has always been her comfort, but the nightmare of two nights ago already have her stock needing to be replenished. Figuring that there's no better time to do so -- convenient store liquor would have to do, she supposes -- Genevieve is quick out of bed. A hoodie over her frame is the only thing that's actually keeping her from falling apart right now and she hates herself for it. 

Out the door and into the night, she's made sure that she's strapped. Even if she doubts he'll find her here, there are still others out there that like to tease the lawlessness of the city. Genevieve would be damned if she were to go down by some townie who barely knew how to operate a pistol. The cool wind nipped against her skin and it's only then that she realizes that she came out in her pajama shorts. Around her, the residential area doesn't seem to scream any kind of familiarity and so she ventures on, letting the pinpricks against her thigh raise goosebumps. It's kind of relaxing, in a way; her heart rate's slowed down and the memory is starting to fog up in her mind. The feeling is still there though so the need for something alcoholic stays. Besides, she's never been the type to deny herself a chance at getting drunk.

It'd be smarter to go to the diner, to wrap herself around Bear since he's always been the one that's able to calm her down at this state, but she's done that far too frequently throughout the years. She doesn't want it to become a pattern even if it already has, but denial's been a friend all this time and she's not going to walk away from that. The streetlights guide her towards the commercial part of the city and surprisingly -- or not -- it's somewhat alive with those coming from clubs, bars, and just whichever hellhole they've decided to ascend from. Her age has probably warranted a pause in such celebrations, but she remembers a time when she too would stumble out of establishments, the liquor going straight to her brain. It was a fun time; it was a safe time. Now, she walks past them with her head hung low as she searches for the nearest gas station. 

It doesn't take long and Genevieve's not quite sure why she's disappointed by that. The store holds some off brand whiskey and she goes for it, opting for two bottles lest the nightmares come back. There are no plans for tomorrow and work is easy to call off to. Grabbing some snacks as well, she heads to the register, ignoring the way the cashier seems to eye her little ensemble with interest. It's disgusting and she wants to punch him for it. Payment is done with a quick swipe of her card but he seems to be taking his sweet ass time in printing out the receipt. Before she could even tell him to forget it, there's a quick flick of his wrist as he writes his number down on the back and handing it to her with a wink. Maintaining eye contact, she takes the receipt and drops it on the floor in front of them. There's a smile on her face then, the first feeling of something at seeing how fast his face falls. 

Genevieve isn't in the mood right now.

Outside she opens one of the bottles -- with the other safely tucked in the plastic bag that hangs low on her wrist -- and takes a long pull from its neck, letting it burn its way down. How she's come this low, she doesn't know, but she doesn't have a way out of it yet. Her feet walk to their own accord with the woman taking random sips from her liquid therapy. There are still people about and she's sure some are looking at her with something akin to pity or disgust, but she finds that she doesn't even care. One of the people on the streets in particular bump against her shoulder and she stumbles for a bit. It's probably the alcohol but Genevieve doesn't even care, only turning to the woman with a smile on her face. She must look insane but this is a chance to actually have some type of interaction with people rather than just the whiskey.

"Hi."