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obliteration-onearth · 9 months

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[ not a romantic; tsukishima kei ]

he most definitely is not a romantic so.. whoever does these sweet little gestures for you is most certainly not your boyfriend.

ANTI ROMANTIC KEI WHO:

- scrolls on pinterest sometimes and suddenly finds something he thinks you'll like

- sends dumb messages with mean petnames like, "hurry up squirt. i'm outside your house"

- bought matching dinosaur onesies because you thought the two of you would look cute wearing it

- doesn't like double texting and needs reassurance that it's cute for him to do it

- eventually learns about all your quirks and grows fond of them despite displaying a mischievous demeanor by teasing you for them

- thinks you're cute when you hug him

- doesn't get flustered easily but bullies you when he does to make it less obvious

- may think some of your favorite foods are gross but buys them regardless when he's picking out snacks to bring to your house

- says that he's busy but helps you study and revise for your exams anyways

- says that he's the reason you passed even though he's mighty proud of you

- doesn't let you win any games at first but when he sees you sad, let's you win at least one to lift your spirits

- sends you the middle finger emoji after saying something so sickening sweet to even out the balance and to keep that reputation he has ( wouldn't wanna go to soft, he thinks )

- gets annoyed and then just turns away while being crimson in the face when you tease him for being soft

- finds it cute when you do romantic gestures for him but sometimes tell yamaguchi like "yeah, i got a cool girlfriend" or some shit

- says you're being weird for toying with/wearing his glasses and finds it hilarious when you say you feel dizzy ( catches you and tells you to be careful if you fall though )

- apologizes when you say you feel offended by something he says, thus making him write a mental note not to do it again in the future

- loves when you lay atop him whilst hugging him, your head nestled into his neck as you scroll on your phone

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obliteration-onearth · 9 months

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[ shoyo hinata ]

"shoyo, slow down!"

you'd call out to him in desperation as you watch him run off into the distance with kageyama again. beads of sweat would trickle down your face as you'd pant, your hands on your knees to balance yourself.

despite being so tired of their antics, you'd still agree to walk shoyo home.. yet what you didn't anticipate was that you'd be forced to participate in their running competitions as well.

your boyfriend was speedy, to say the least but with kageyama there you might have as well entered him in a matador vs bull competition. or assume kageyama as the bull instead.

nonetheless, you'd grown exhausted as you jogged up the mountain. finally, you'd reach the top where they were both staring at you in confusion, their heads tilted sideways. it was as if they were asking 'what took you so long?', which only annoyed you further.

"uh, you okay?" shoyo would ask as he'd watch your exasperated form panting. he had gotten concerned earlier when he'd seen you vanish from his vision but his pride urged him to carry on for the sake of triumphing over kageyama, despite his desire to stay and wait.

"no, shoyo, i'm not."

you'd answer swiftly, rather irritated by the entire exchange. you didn't want to take your anger out on your boyfriend knowing he didn't mean to leave you alone like that but it would certainly make you feel better.

whatever, you'd catch your breath for a few seconds before beginning to trudge down the mountain, the cool breeze combing through your hair as you do so.

"hey y/n, wait!" shoyo would exclaim as he'd rush down to follow you, abandoning kageyama who'd simply taken the hint and left for his house in the opposite direction.

"go away shoy-"

"i didn't mean to leave you alone, i'm sorry."

taking a deep exhale, you'd turn around and wait for him to continue speaking. it was clear how you felt yet you repressed the thought of berating him anyways, shoyo was nice and didn't deserve to be yelled at for such a trivial thing.

"we can walk together tomorrow again, just please don't be mad at me." shoyo would hold an apologetic face as his hands would clasp together in a pleading way.

sighing, you'd nod.

"i'm not mad you're running off with kageyama, just- remember that i'm still here. okay?"

your gaze would avert to your feet as you'd kick the solid ground, the rubble swaying back and forth underneath your shoes as your hands would slip into your pockets.

the cool winds would continue to surround the two of you, enveloping you both as shoyo would inch closer to you in hesitance before wrapping his arms around you.

"we'll be okay, dummy."

without another moment, your arms would fasten around him in an embrace as snowflakes began to fall. the snowflakes coated his vibrant orange head in white, along with your h/c hair to be enshrouded by the small flakes.

your hand would move to swipe them off his head with a giggle, a smile spreading over your features which caused shoyo to smile as well, growing excited at the sight of seeing you happy.

as the snowflakes fell, shoyo would stick out his tongue in hopes of catching one. once it fell down on him mouth, he'd shiver at the coldness before the two of you would watch it dissolve in the saliva in fascination.

you, in turn would also open up your mouth and wait for the flakes to fall, shoyo finding your fascination adorable.

snow would pester the roads in white, piles beginning to form in obscure corners as the two of you ate snowflakes and shivered from the freezing taste for a second or two. it was ridiculous but in your eyes ( and shoyo's ), it was a cute way to end the day.

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( a/n: MUCH BETTER FIC FINALLY )

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obliteration-onearth · 9 months

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( a/n: unedited and hate this lowkey )

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[ yandere rin x reader ]

when did it begin? you could never tell, you always felt like someone was tailing after you but often convinced yourself you were silly for your absurd fantasies. hell, you weren't even interesting enough to begin with.

that's not what rin thought. everything you did was utterly fascinating to him, he could sit on a table with a cup of coffee and watch you read for hours on end. he'd observe how daintily your fingers wouls flip each page of the book, your small reactions ( like when you bite your lip or gasp quietly to yourself ), he even finds it amusing how you use anything as a book mark. it annoys him sometimes, ( the things you choose ) but his love for you overshadows your questionable quirks or weird antics.

when you'd first even acknowledge rin's existence was at the train station, where he'd deliberately collide your bodies against one another to create an impact where his coffee would spill all over his clothes, drenching him entirely.

embarrassed, you'd sputter out a few words before managing to invite him into your apartment for his shirt to be clean.

you thought it was being nice, he found it a result of his carefully orchestrated scheme to win your heart.

thus would begin his plan, a flawlessly designed set of events where he would have you falling at your feet for the character he'd display, only revealing his true nature once you've gotten together.

within the first few months, everything was normal.. except for the fact that one of your close friends mysteriously died.

during this time, rin would become your solace.

you would cling to him whenever you saw him and he'd encourage your behavior, enable you so you'd cry and ramble on for hours on end about your friend, the friend who's life had been taken by the man you'd trusted to be your lover.

if only you'd known..

with the grief and turmoil you'd been facing with the death of your friend, you wouldn't be able to identify when rin would become manipulative.

you didn't notice that when you'd start talking about your guy friends, rin would be a bit.. peeved. a slight irritated expression would start to appear on his face when you'd mention going out with a few of them or when you'd casually mention a funny anecdote.

soon, his sharp words began hurt you so you'd tell him to knock it off but his response would be perfect. he'd ramble on and on about how he's only worried for your safety and that he'd rather die himself than have his precious darling to be hurt.

and often, you'd find yourself buying into these lies of his. you'd stay home and cuddle with him and eventually, you'd avoid going out altogether to not worry rin.

you'd start asking permission to go out.

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"hey rin, do you think i should go to this party tomorrow? it's my friend's birthday and-"

a feigned sympathetic expression would fall over his features as he'd sit himself up against the headboard, staring down at you with sympathy and concern.

"y/n.. i know you want to but can't you just text your friend a greeting? who knows what'll happen to you."

his finger would brush a stray strand of your hair away from your forehead as your eyes would meet his. you felt so loved knowing he would care so much for your safety.. not knowing the heinous intent underlying his words.

still, you wanted to go. you haven't been out in so long and you've felt like the last few days you've been spending at rin's place was getting a bit excessive. weren't you overstaying your welcome? not that rin ever said so.

upon noticing the apprehensive look glossing over your eyes, he'd then start to reassure you.

"hey.. it's okay, if you want you can go on the next party."

with a gentle voice, he'd rub your shoulder and assure you that if everything will be okay as long as you stay at home, that your being at you friend's party could potentially bring them in danger because who wouldn't want a pretty girl like you?

sighing, you'd agree to his words and snuggle up closer to him. rin, seeing your affirmation, would press a soft kiss to your forehead as your vision would dart to the television once more.

"it's better to stay with me, y/n. the sooner you learn that, the better."

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( a/n: kill me.. hehe )

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obliteration-onearth · 10 months

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[ 12: 49 PM ]

kurona wasn't an affectionate person, per se. he was subtle with his touches but something led you to become skeptical over your boyfriend not being his usual self.

there was something off.. a gloomy glaze over his eyes that wasn't often there. aside from that, the way he'd hold onto you felt as though he'd wished your consolation?

he was clinging to you the way a koala would to a tree branch.

kurona was engrossed in your warmth, resistant in being pulled away from you as his hands would drape over your soft tummy, the other laying underneath the small of your back whilst his head would lean against your shoulder.

he'd elicit small content hums as you pet his head, fingertips gently coursing through his scalp to provide him with simple massage.

he would watch in adoration at how your fingers would twirl his braid around, poking and prodding at his burnt maroon hair.

after a while, you'd moved on to tracing each braid in a repeated motion, which he found to be rather soothing.

a flurry thoughts would storm your mind, concern washing over you as you'd contemplate waiting it out or asking directly, soon settling for the latter.

"you okay, love?" you'd whisper softly amidst the comfortable silence that seemed to encase the two of you mere minutes prior.

kurona would slowly shake his head against your shoulder in reponse yet remain quiet about the reason, causing you to sigh as you'd bring up the blanket over your figures.

"you can tell me.. it's fine, it's what i'm here for."

with your simple reassurance, kurona would stare up at you in complete awe as you'd notice the draining twinkle in his eyes, one that was just recently shining brightly and served as a reminder of his dedication and love for football.

"i haven't been doing so well on the team lately, coach keeps entrusting isagi with everything." he'd confess, parting away from you slightly to better view the sympathetic expression you'd hold over your features.

"aw love, that's okay. you don't need to compare yourself to isagi. you're special in your own way and if the coach can't see that then force him to."

the comfort that your words seemed to evoke from him was astronomical as he'd nestle his head into your shoulder further and embrace you tightly. with a small giggle, your arms would embrace him as well.

"he can only look at isagi for so long, right?" your teasing remark stretched a smile over his face and would showcase his adorable shark teeth.

your smile would widen upon seeing his shark teeth, your memories only able to recall previous poses he'd made in photos which would exhibit his shark teeth.

it was one of your favorite things about him.

he'd nod in regards to your statement before planting a kiss to your cheek in gratitude, his spirit uplifted even in the slightest bit. what a lucky guy he was.

"you're gonna be great, i promise."

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( a/n: sorrows, prayers for my readers bc WTF and i promise im workinv on sum better )

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obliteration-onearth · 10 months

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[ as nagi seishiro's supportive girlfriend ]

nagi had been waiting for you ever since you texted him that you'd be there in his apartment, in his arms within ten minutes but now that the ten minutes have lapsed, to what nagi feels, a decade, he's growing a bit restless and can't focus on his game. it subconsciously causes him to sabotage his character on nintendo in favor of calling you.

he just wants his favorite girl beside him.

one of his favorite memories happens to be the moments where comfortable silence fills the room, infused with your distant humming every now and then created a perfect melody and atmosphere for him to play in peace; he thinks he plays better when you're there too!

so when your number flashed across the screen of his phone, he'd contemplate coming off as a needy boyfriend, up until he'd hear the door of his dorm click open, the sound of shoes being flicked off with a few familiar grunts following. nagi's phone falls to the bed as he starts to leisurely make his way out of the room to see you.

when his desolate gray eyes meet up with your bright and caring ones, his eyes lit up as well, a reflection of how much your love affects him.. and your presence in general. he would feel little tingles at the depths of his stomach as he'd lazily wrap an arm around your waist, bringing you close to his tall figure.

"what took you so long?"

nagi's voice drawled out, his head lulling to the side as a smile stretches across your lips to see your adorable boyfriend. your eyes would seem to gleam with a certain lovestruck shine to them as you'd press a small kiss to your boyfriend's forehead.

the tingly feelings fill nagi's stomach once more as he effortlessly carries your smaller figure towards his room, back pressed against his shoulder whilst your legs hung. his hand kept a firm grap on your thighs before placing you on the bed, setting you in his lap as he holds his console once more.

a shy expression would cross his face as he felt your soft kisses against his cheek, the tingly feeling growing stronger with each kiss as he somehow focuses on his game exceptionally better than when he was waiting for you.

he had his arm looped around your waist, trapping you in his hold as he played his silly games. a giggle of yours seemed to echo throughout the room as you entangled your fingers in his hair, fingertips gently coursing through the strands of his scalp to massage him better.

nagi would feel sheer peace at your action, overwhelm with a certain serenity he would feel from no other. as you began to ramble on softly about your day, he'd revel in your head massage and half of his focus would be split to his game.

"i'm sorry i'd taken so long, sei. i couldn't find the bracelet i'd made for you." you'd hum, voice gentle and soothing as you take a small bracelet from the pocket of your jacket.

nagi's eyes seem to invigorate with a sudden excitement at the sight of the bracelet, he'd never received anything like it before, well, if you didn't count the gifts and trinkets he'd hoarded from reo all these years.

with a pause of his game, nagi would take the bracelet from you hands and stare at it momentarily, wondering all sorts of things like where'd you- it's nice of you to make a bracelet but was he really worth such a treasure?

shutting out those negative thoughts, he'd slip on the bracelet, admiring the way it looked on his wrist. with this, your smile would only widen as you'd guide nagi's head towards you and plant a kiss to his lips.

now.. don't start teasing nagi now, one of the most vital things in his life was your affection so don't use it like that, when you kiss him, prolong it even just a little bit. that's what nagi would sometimes think, that your chaste kisses were essentially a ruse.

a small pout would form at nagi's lips as he'd lean in and crash them against yours, both of your mouths colliding in a seamless way, as if made for one another.

the grin on your lips couldn't have been wider as they pressed against nagi's, the familiar feeling of your smile being something he's long loved about you.

after a moment or two of nagi simply stealing your breaths, nagi would part from you yet keep the proximity close between your lips, seeing as you began to caress his cheek in that loving way you do.

"it's something i thought you could wear for your games.." you'd mutter quietly whilst piercing your gaze through his, your smile seeming to a descendent of the sun with the light it seemed to evoke in his world.

the tingly feeling with evaporate into something larger, more intense, passion, it seemed to be ruminating inside his heart for you. "do you like it?"

the question would ring through his ears as he'd stare at his you, unable to keep his eyes off of you but not in a sensual way, in a way where he'd wonder how a loser like him managed to discover such a special girl, a perfect one at that.

"yeah, it's nice.."

the bracelet seemed to fit his wrist seamlessly, barely jiggling around and remaining within a few inches of his wrist ( if it did move at all ). with black beads as the base, the center would contain a heart in your favorite color, which nagi knew. beside the small heart would be his nickname, 'sei', the name only you had the privilege of referring to him as.

"i thought you could wear it for games, like a lucky charm." you say, voice a tad timid yet a smile would continue to exhibit on your features.

"thanks, i'll wear it next time."

the moment of realisation would soon strike him, as the bubbly feelings seemed to explode within his heart. when he'd watch you with a mesmerized face, your eyes seemingly glued onto him with cartoonish hearts carved into your pupils, he knew. he loved you.

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( a/n: i'll get better istg )

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obliteration-onearth · 10 months

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[ blue lock post 1: bachira meguru ]

bachira's always found immense comfort in soccer, more than anyone, which caused a lot of people to criticise his intense love of soccer and generally ostracize how he is as a person based off of his plays. it was an all consuming love for bachira, what with his monster and all.

this resulted in him becoming known as the 'school freak', though bachira would hear rumors often circulate about him and his persona, none were true, and you seemed to know that.

never a believer, only a see-for-yourself type of gal, you didn't think of bachira in the similar way some of your more gullible friends would. you would defend him whenever someone said something crude about him at the lunch table, shut down rumors that you'd hear people say and such.

one faithful day, after a long day of studying in the library, you would make your way out of the school but notice a familiar silhouette practicing his dribbling. your eyes were a tad blurry though you'd recognize bachira by his hair.

watching intently, you'd stand by a pole and let your gaze drift to wherever his feet would move the ball. your mind would fill with impressed remarks and questions on how speedily he managed to move the ball from one place to another.. that was until, he fell.

he'd scraped his knee on the hard ground and you, being a simple bystander, froze momentarily before rushing to help him. your brain would discombobulate before taking out the measly spray bottle of alcohol and a single bandage which you'd kept in your bag.

bachira seemed mystified. "how long have you been there?", he'd question softly amidst the blood trickling down his knee.

despite his stare piercing holes into yours, you'd dismiss his question to instead bend down on your knees, and clean his wound.

he'd watch with pure bewilderment, wondering who was this lovely girl who appeared before him. his gaze would wander down to his bloodied knee, which you would wipe off with your handkerchief.

"who are you?"

the question seemed to ring in your ear before he'd wince, due to how you sprayed and spread the alcohol on the scratch of his knee before covering with a band-aid.

a hand extended out from yours as you'd stand up, offering to help him with a kind smile displayed on your divine features. his hand wouls grasp onto yours as you'd help him hoist himself upwards.

your eyes were soft and understanding, one bachira thinks he is unworthy of and is well contrasted with the ones he's met by from other students. you seemed to not view him as a freak.. or were you only helping him out of pity? nonetheless, he would ignore the rampant number of questions swirling around his brain.

"y/n." you would answer politely, soon noticing how his hand still was in yours. a small smile would seem to creep up onto your lips as you withdraw your hand from his, only to pick up your backpack which you'd set down on the floor earlier.

'y/n..' seems to be a prominent thought in bachira's head, even as you wave farewell to him in pursuit of your daily curfew. days would pass as your name would echo in his mind, his monster demanding for him to find you. he would and he'd see you were in the same chemistry class.

'how had he not noticed you before?'

with a swift spin towards your way and a small thank you in regards to the band-aid, your friendship with bachira would begin to flourish.

'soccer freak' would now become a hazy memory from the reflection of his past, his past self regarding a time when he didn't have you.

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( a/n: unedited btw but first experimental post! )

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