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writinganomaly · 2 years

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You're Different

Pairing: Oikawa x Reader

Scenario: With the game against Karasuno getting closer and closer, Oikawa gets into his head again. Thankfully a certain someone is there to snap him out of it.

Warnings: cute shiii, oikawa being vulnerable, hands! touching!

"Yahoo!" Oikawa chirps, tilting his head to the side as he flashes his fangirls a charmingly fake smile. The girls screeched and bombarded him with questions.

"Can I have a picture?"

"How are you so charming?"

"Do you want to go out sometime?" Just the basic fangirl behavior.

Oikawa laughed slightly, backing away and slinging his bag over his shoulder. "Sorry ladies, but I have practice. Gotta run!" The group collectively "aw"ed as he gave them a wave, beginning to walk towards the gym.

As the crowd faded, he slid his hands into his pockets with a sigh. His stress beginning to build now that he was alone with his thoughts. Being deep in his mind, he didn't notice the oncoming volleyball from across the hall.

It smacked him in the arm, causing him to jerk back, the ball bouncing directly back to the person who threw it.

He locked eyes with the culprit, his hand going to his arm to rub it vigorously. "Ow, that hurt L/N chan!" he whined, pouting as she walked up to him.

"Well you wouldn't get hit if you weren't late to practice..again." she retorted, sticking the volleyball under her arm.

She walked with him, the brunette slowing his pace so she could keep up. "Just be glad it wasn't Iwaizumi-kun."

Oikawa visibly shuddered, his hand ghosting over the spot on his head where he got hit the last time he was late. "I still have a headache from that you know." he pointed out, to which Y/N let out a laugh.

He smiled at the sound, it was like music to his ears.

They walked in silence, and unfortunately, in silence, Oikawa's thoughts were free to run wild once again. This was something that Y/N quickly noticed, her eyes studying his features. How his brows furrowed, his eyes lacking the happy, playful nature that she usually sees in them.

The boy felt a light tap on his arm, he glanced over to see, Y/N frowning up at him. He raised an eyebrow, glancing behind him, and to his left before turning back to her. “What?”

“Something’s wrong.”

He flinched at the accusation, running a hand through his fluffy locks and forcing out a laugh. “Now why would you think that?” he stuttered, not making eye contact with her, putting his walls up like he normally does.

But Y/N wasn't like that, he knew that. Thats what made her so special, she didn't see him as a celebrity, she never believed his playboy act, she knew there was something else behind the facade.

He snuck a glance at her, the girl still staring up at him, her expression reading drop the act idiot, you know it doesn't work on me. He drops his hand from his neck and lets out a sigh of defeat, gesturing for her to ask what she wants to.

The two stood in silence, Y/N putting the pieces together slowly. Oikawa found the lining of the window very interesting at the moment, the conversation growing more uncomfortable for him as she figured it out. “It’s because of Karasuno isn’t it?” she asked sympathetically, walking over to the windowsill and placing the volleyball on it.

He let out an irritated huff and nodded reluctantly. Still refusing to lock eyes, he clouded himself in thought once more.

He heard her sigh before feeling her hand intertwining slowly with his. He flinched but didn’t move away, feeling electricity crackle through his body. He stared at their intertwined fingers, a small smile etching onto his face as his guard was being let down more by the second.

She had that effect on him, it was strange, something he never felt before. Frankly he had no idea what it was, but he knew he didn't want to stop feeling it.

"Look at me Toru." she said his first name softly. Butterflies erupted in his stomach, shifting his gaze to meet her luminous e/c orbs.

She brought her hand up to his shoulder and never broke her gaze, “You are an amazing setter, and an amazing captain. I know you have a past with Kageyama and a reputation to uphold but don't think about all of that. Just continue to have that passion and drive for volleyball that I know you have, go out there and do the best that you can do.”

He comprehended her words and admiration filled his features. He lowered his head, a small smile appearing on his face again, feeling giddy from her kind words. He squeezed her hand tighter before releasing it, looking up at her with a bright smile and slight pink tint to his cheeks.

Wow!~ You always know the right things to say L/N-chan!” he joked, slinging an arm around her shoulder. She chuckled, glad that her friend was back to his normal, joking self. Looking up at him, they made eye contact once more before she said, “I’m always gonna have your back.”

His heart fluttered, moving his arm from around her and ruffling her hair. As a result, she shoved him away forcefully, frantically fixing it before shooting him a glare. He let out a laugh, grabbing the volleyball so she wouldn't have something to throw at him and started walking again.

The two started a new conversation, Y/N successfully taking Oikawa's mind off of Karasuno, and giving him a newfound determination.

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Unexpected Feelings

Pairing: Dean x Original Character (can be x reader if u choose to do so)

Scenario: The boys and girls have been on the road for a while and Mia and Dean’s banter is at an all time high. Mia finds out that her best friend likes Sam, and cannot stop gushing about it. Unfortunately that causes some irritation for the older Winchester when he’s trying to focus on solving the case. Warnings: cursing, flirting, teasing, fluffy things

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“He’s the butter to your pancake!

...The flap to your jack.

The mac to your cheese.

The para to your normal- oo that's accurate.

The strip to your club.

The chronic to your illness- lol.

The lamp to your shade.

The meat to your ball- HA that one is fuckin’ gross.”

“I swear to god I’m gonna kill her.” Dean growls, trying to tune out the idiot spouting useless phrases instead of helping to actually solve the case.

Layla stifles a laugh, both at Dean’s irritation and her best friend's stupidity. The two always found ways to make each other angry, it was like a competition. Seeing who could make the other the most irritated, and Mia was definitely winning right now.

She brushes back her bangs, stopping her research on Sam’s computer, and looking over to Mia. She chuckles as she looks at the black haired girl sprawled out on the bed, staring at the ceiling while muttering multiple cheesy phrases.

“Hey Mia?” she called out kindly, to which her friend stopped her rambling and craned her head to the source of the noise.

“What’s up?”

“Do you want to maybe help?” she offered, tilting her head to the side, gesturing to Dean’s tense nature.

The girl raised her eyebrows, a smile spreading across her face as she realized her banter was annoying the older Winchester. Bringing her hand to her chin, she started stroking her non existent beard, as if she was contemplating the idea.

The room was silent for the first time in a while, and Dean was holding his breath, a small bit of hope present in his features.

“Nah. Maybe later. The cha cha to your slide..”

Layla looked over at Dean to see the utter defeat in his eyes right before he slammed his head down on the table, causing some files to fly off the surface and onto the floor. The blonde couldn’t hold her laughter back this time, she clutched her stomach, finding joy in how annoyed Mia could make Dean.

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About ten or fifteen minutes later Sam walked into the apartment with three cups of coffee and one tea, only to be baffled the scene unfolding in front of him.

“Son of a bitch GET OVER HERE!” Dean yelled. He was clearly very angry, looking like he was about ready to kill Mia, but she was parading around the table to get away from him with a massive smile on her face.

“He’s the tater to your tot! The pop to your corn! THE LEGEN- TO YOUR DARY!” she sang, while still being fully on guard, hopping back and forth on her feet, making sure she didn’t get caught.

All while this was going on, Layla was sitting smack dab in the middle of it, unfazed, continuing the research by typing away on Sam’s computer.

Shock was written on Sam’s face, looking at the atmosphere. One of the chairs was overturned and pillows were thrown across the room, it looked like the fight had made its way around the entire motel.

He glanced back at the two fighting, letting out a laugh, shaking his head in disbelief at how ridiculous his brother looked. It looked as if an exterminator was trying to catch a mouse. Nonetheless, he closed the door behind him and walked over to the kitchen, completely ignoring the ruckus happening as he made his way there.

Dean finally caught the giggling girl, firmly grabbing her wrist and spinning her back to him. She let out a yelp as he grabbed the edge of her flannel, preventing her from running away. The two were face to face, Dean is panting, half from exhaustion and the other from frustration, “Shut up.. and help us with the case.”

She ignored the flutter in her chest and quickly yanked her hand out of his grip and went to run away. She didn’t get far before Dean pulled her back and wrapped both of his arms around her waist, locking her in place.

There was silence, Sam had upturned the chair that had fell and sat down at the table Layla was at, handing her tea, ignoring the two of them bantering. This was a normal thing that happened on cases, and Layla and Sam tried to question the two separately about it, asking if there was any underlying feelings. The two always responded with ew no what are you talking about? and went right back to fighting.

"Mia stop being a jackass and work on the case.” Dean persisted. Mia paused with her struggling, letting out a sigh of defeat, slumping her shoulders.

Dean smirked, removing the grip on her waist slightly. Before he could process anything Mia had bolted from his arms, “THE PUZZLE TO YOUR PIECE! THE POLAR TO YOUR BEAR!” she suddenly shouted out. He growled and grabbed her shirt once again, dragging her back and hoisting her up and over his shoulder like a child.

Mia was uncontrollably laughing now, she didn’t even realize that Dean had walked out the door with her in his arms. Before Mia could register anything she was put on the ground and shoved into the nearby wall.

Her laughing ceased, the only thing she felt was Dean’s hand on her waist. Of course he touched her waist before, but in this scenario, with him inches from her face, she couldn’t help the heat that spread to her cheeks, staining crimson.

All of her words and funny quips left her mouth when she stared into his beautiful orbs. His expression was serious, small freckles littered his face, something she hadn’t noticed before. His eyebrows were furrowed and wrinkles on his forehead prominent, a small bit of hair falling loose from his gelled updo.

“Mia.” She was thrown out of her trance the moment Dean spoke. He hadn’t seemed to notice her change in attitude, or the increase in her breathing pattern. His voice was low. “We have been working on this case for 3 days straight and have gotten nowhere. You’re a good hunter, you can help us, so stop being a nuisance or I’m going to actually strangle you.”

She didn’t even register the fact that he complimented her hunting skills, the only thing that she could think of was the dirty joke that popped into her head as a result of his words. She smirked up at him, her demeanor changing almost in an instant. She leaned closer and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Is that a promise?”

Dean’s eyes widened slightly, his anger morphing into confusion. He was taken aback by the comment, it wasn’t along the lines of their usual banter, he didn’t know how to react.

He was suddenly hyper aware of the close proximity the two were in, his hand gripping her waist, his other hand by her head, their faces inches from each other, her light breath fanning his face. He took note of her hair falling in front of her face and the dimples that were prominent on her cheeks as she smirked up at him.

His mouth became dry, his hand retracting from her waist as if it burned, but the two still not looking away from each other. He was flustered, caught off guard he cleared his throat. He shook his head in disbelief and pushed off the wall, going back into the motel.

She noted the faint blush on his cheeks and let out a laugh as she heard an almost inaudible “I hate you.” before the door slammed behind him.

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