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The apartment door closed with a soft click as you stepped in, taking off your shoes by the doorstep. He heard the click and the exhausted sigh you let out.
He always does.
As you walked further in, he came into view. He was sat on the couch, laptop in his lap—probably working on assignments.
Without a word, he set aside his laptop and opened his arms to welcome you home.
Of course you accepted his offer, how could you not? Dragging your feet across the living room, you landed in his lap. Instinctively, one of his hands went to rest on your lower back while the other cupped the back of your head, bringing it to his shoulder.
Within seconds, you started sniffling and forming a damp spot on his shirt. Your fingers trembled against his chest before gripping his shirt.
"Let it all out, I'm here" His large hand stroked your back up and down softly, coaxing the tears out of you.
"I can't... I have makeup on"
He couldn't help but let our a breathy laugh at that. Even as you're about to breakdown, all you cared about was keeping a pretty face.
Slowly, he guided your face to look at him and cupped your cheeks in his warm, comforting hands.
"I don't care about that. If you want to cry, then let it out. I don't care if you look like a mess. I don't care if you have mascara running down. Dont you dare try to look 'pretty' when you're on the verge of breaking down."
And that was what broke the dam. You felt the tears escape before you could even process it—and without even realising, you were hiccuping and trembling in his arms.
He didn't say a word. The entire time, he just held you so close that you could hear his heartbeat pounding against his ribcage.
His hold on you was so secure it felt like he was shielding you from the world, from everything and everyone that made you like this.
His arms around you feel like a warm blanket, or a soft cloud thats somehow always there for you when you need it most.
He never shushes you, never talks over you, never overly questions you. Yet, he somehow always knows how you feel and what you need in that moment.
You wonder what you did to deserve someone so kind, so caring and so attentive.
After who knows how long, he felt your shoulders relax and your grip on his shirt start to loosen. Your shuddering breaths and hiccups have stopped—replaced by soft snores and even breathing.
He shook his head and smiled softly to himself at how quickly you passed out.
"That tired, huh? You're home now, so sleep for as long as you want. I'll keep you safe" He took a tissue and gently dried off any leftover tears before oh so gently planting a kiss on your forehead.
"Sleep well, my love"
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a/n i had a poopy day today and i rlly wished iwa was actually here to do this for me :(
Imagine being invited to a house party by the guy you've been crushing on for like—forever one day. He even offered to pick you up!
So he did. You were dressed up in a red mini dress, hair curled, makeup flawless and smelling like the expensive perfume that you don't even know if hes capable of affording.
It was a regular 2 storey house, nothing fancy. Inside, you notice there was a little indoor balcony area in the living room. You thought nothing of it.
The air was filled with a mix of cheap cologne and alcohol. The lights were flashing, people were against eachother, it was all overstimulating.
The things you'd do for this crush of yours is ridiculous.
You were making your way through the crows with a drink in hand when you accidently bumped into someone, makimg both of your drinks spill. Thankfully, you wore red so the damage wasn't obvious.
You turned around, hoping and expecting to see your crush and all of a sudden—
JACKSON WANG?
"You.. prettyu girlu, put your number in my ipon shixteen pro maxue?" He offered you his hideous bright orange sixteem pro max, but the screen was still blank. Did he expect you to know his password?
"Hey, asshole! Stop bothering her" It was him. Yiur crush. He walked up behind jackson, hand on his shoulder to turn him around. Is he going to fighr him for you?
"Bother me instead, wang." You and the crows around gasped their gusped. But thats not all.
"Oh, mr crush! Kissu meu!"
And they made out in rhe middle of the living room, makimg rveryone there watch as they sloppy kissed with tongue. It was messy, it was disgusting, but no one could taje their eyes off of tjem.
You couldnt even be mad, they were crazy into that kiss. Moaning, groaning—was that growling? Oh. Oh god! Theyre taking tjeir clothes off!
Imagine being invited to a house party by the guy you've been crushing on for like—forever one day. He even offered to pick you up!
So he did. You were dressed up in a red mini dress, hair curled, makeup flawless and smelling like the expensive perfume that you don't even know if hes capable of affording.
It was a regular 2 storey house, nothing fancy. Inside, you notice there was a little indoor balcony area in the living room. You thought nothing of it.
The air was filled with a mix of cheap cologne and alcohol. The lights were flashing, people were against eachother, it was all overstimulating.
The things you'd do for this crush of yours is ridiculous.
You were making your way through the crows with a drink in hand when you accidently bumped into someone, makimg both of your drinks spill. Thankfully, you wore red so the damage wasn't obvious.
You turned around, hoping and expecting to see your crush and all of a sudden—
JACKSON WANG?
"You.. prettyu girlu, put your number in my ipon shixteen pro maxue?" He offered you his hideous bright orange sixteem pro max, but the screen was still blank. Did he expect you to know his password?
"Hey, asshole! Stop bothering her" It was him. Yiur crush. He walked up behind jackson, hand on his shoulder to turn him around. Is he going to fighr him for you?
"Bother me instead, wang." You and the crows around gasped their gusped. But thats not all.
"Oh, mr crush! Kissu meu!"
And they made out in rhe middle of the living room, makimg rveryone there watch as they sloppy kissed with tongue. It was messy, it was disgusting, but no one could taje their eyes off of tjem.
You couldnt even be mad, they were crazy into that kiss. Moaning, groaning—was that growling? Oh. Oh god! Theyre taking tjeir clothes off!
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Enjin had been acting fucking weird all day. Not the usual he went into his thinker phase or suddenly he flirted too hard with you again like he didn’t own your heart already.
Nah. This was concerning.
He barely looked at you over breakfast. Every time you smiled at him he’d stiffen like you’d thrown a knife instead of affection. When you brushed against his arm while passing him in the hallway he actually growled. A deep, rumbling, instinctive sound.
“Did you just growl at me?”
“No.”
“You literally did.”
“I coughed.”
“You coughed like an angry wolf?”
“Yeah.”
You stared. He stared back. Then he turned around so quickly he nearly walked into the wall.
“You’re so weird,” you muttered.
He made another strange noise - definitely another growl.
By dinner you were convinced something had happened. Maybe he’d gotten into a fight. Maybe he was possessed.
You pushed a bowl of rice toward him. “Babe? Are you mad at me?”
“What?” he barked out.
“You’ve been avoiding me all day.”
“I’m not.”
“You growled.”
“I absolutely didn’t.”
“You did.”
“That was… indigestion.”
“Indigestion growls now?”
“Apparently.”
The silence that followed was painful. Had you scratching your head confused what was going on with your man. “I don’t know what I did, but if you’re upset—”
“I’m not upset!” he answered far too quickly, then he went pale. “Shit!”
“What?” you frowned.
He stood so abruptly his chair screeched against the floor as his hands disappeared into his jacket pocket. You watched him wrestle with something while his face had turned bright red.
“Enjin?”
He pulled out a tiny velvet box and your eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Oh?” he echoed weakly.
He looked like his soul had left his body. Without warning he dropped to one knee. Panic flooded his face and he went up and down on his knee like some odd workout. Then he dropped to both knees.
“I forgot which knee.”
“What?”
You bit your lip so hard it hurt to keep you from smiling, laughing, crying and everything in between. Meanwhile poor guy was breathing like he’d just sprinted a marathon.
His fingers fumbled opening the ring box and yeah…
The ring launched out like it had been fired from a slingshot. Ping. It bounced off your water glass. Ping. Hit the table. Ping. And landed directly in your lap.
Enjin stared at it. You stared at it.
“I meant to do that,” he lied.
“You absolutely didn’t.”
“I absolutely didn’t.” his shoulders slumped and he looked genuinely miserable. “I had a speech.”
“You did?”
“I memorized it.”
“What happened to it?”
“I saw you,” he huffed. “My brain stopped working.”
You couldn’t help the cute little giggle slipping from your mouth. Somehow this giant, confident menace of a man had completely fallen apart over asking you one question.
“I’ve been trying all day.”
“Trying?”
“Not to ask too early.”
“The growling?”
“I was stressed.”
“The avoiding me?”
“I thought if I looked at you too long I’d blurt it out.”
You smiled so hard your cheeks hurt. He looked up at you with the most helpless expression you’d ever seen.
“Please?”
That was it. Not will you marry me - just “please?”
You picked up the ring from your lap with a smile and stepped around the table. You crouched until you were eye level with him, still kneeling awkwardly on both knees.
“You know,” you whispered, trying not to laugh again, “This is probably the worst proposal in history.”
“Yeah.”
“But it’s my favorite.”
“Really?”
“The answer is yes. I want to marry you, Enjin,” you kissed him softly.
His mouth opened and you prepared for the speech he had prepared. He then made that weird little growling noise again.
you died in anger and now… you’re back to haunt enjin’s ass.
Enjin didn’t remember the exact moment you died.
He remembered everything around it.
He remembered your harsh voice and that you just wouldn’t listen.
He remembered that you refused to look at him.
He remembered that he didn’t go after you when you stormed ahead and right into your death.
That part replayed over and over. But the moment itself blurred. One second you were there - alive, fighting, and cursing under your breath. The next you were gone.
The fight before had been stupid.
No. No, not stupid. That would’ve been easier to accept, he thought.
“You don’t take anything serious!” you had snapped with anger blazing in your pretty eyes. “One day that’s going to get someone killed!”
“Relax,” Enjin had shot back, provoking you with that infuriating smirk. “I know what I’m doing.”
“For once can you just—“ a frustrated huff had left your mouth. “Y’know what? Fucking forget it.”
And he did. He let you walk away.
That was the last conversation you ever had.
Now you stood in front of him again. Very much dead. Very much pissed.
“Oh,” Enjin blinked and stared at you. “So I’m hallucinating now. That tracks. Cool.”
You crossed your arms. You glared. “You should be hallucinating. Preferably something terrifying, like - I don’t know - consequences maybe.”
He just stared at you - empty, hollowed out. Then squinted as he shrugged.
“You’re still annoying.”
Your eye twitched dangerously. You should’ve came back as a cat and scratch his eyes out.
“Ooooh, I’m sorry,” you snapped, floating a few inches off the ground without realizing it. “Did dying not improve my personality for you?”
Enjin’s gaze dropped to your feet, then back to your face. “You’re floating.”
“Man, shut up.”
At first he honestly believed the grief had finally broken him. Honestly it wouldn’t have been surprising. Yes, you had this fight, but this man had worshipped the ground you walked on.
And now you were back and you didn’t fade and didn’t disappear. You stayed.
Lurking in the corners of rooms and leaning against the walls that you technically couldn’t touch. You sat way too close to him with that same irritated expression you had during the fight and like you hadn’t just died in front of him.
“You’re haunting me,” Enjin concluded one night as he stared at the ceiling.
“Yes,” you responded flatly from where you hovered upside down above him.
“Out of love?”
“Out of spite.”
“Nice.”
You…you were a terrible ghost. Nothing like you’d read about in the books. You weren’t even scary to look at with your normal clothes and normal face. If someone else would see you they wouldn’t believe you were a ghost.
The only thing that differed from your living be was that you were aggressively present.
You complained constantly.
“You left me,” you huffed.
“You were being annoying,” Enjin said.
“You let me walk into that alone.”
“You said you didn’t need me!”
“I didn’t say I needed you, I said you were reckless!” you screamed and… fuck, your voice.
“That’s my charm!”
“That’s what got me killed!”
That shut Enjin up. His face went as pale as yours, if not paler.
He stopped joking after that.
Days passed then. Maybe weeks. Time got weird when the person you lost refused to actually leave.
Enjin started talking to you like nothing had changed. Like you were still alive and hadn’t died because of him.
He told you about his days. About missions and the shenanigans he did with Gris and the other cleaners. He told you about the kids and Rudo, who just had fallen recently from the sphere.
None of them knew that you were back.
“You’re staring,” you said, sitting cross legged on the table.
“Well, you’re haunting me,” he replied and lit himself a cigarette. “That’s literally your whole thing.”
“You’re enjoying this way too much.”
Yeah. Yeah, he did, because here was the truth he refused to say out loud.
If you were angry, you stayed. If you stayed, he could see you. And if he could see you then maybe he didn’t have to face the part where you were gone.
One night you were quieter than usual. You were floating above the mattress, mirroring a sleeping position as you watched Enjin.
“What?” he asked after a while.
You hesitated - hesitated - before speaking up softly. “Don’t you want me to move on?”
Enjin’s chest tightened and his face fell. Hollowed out. The mask was slipping. He’d been avoiding the question, because if he’d say yes then you’d disappear. But if he said no you’d stay stuck like this. Angry and tethered to him because of a fight that never got resolved.
It wasn’t fair to neither of you. He wanted to rage that it was your fault for coming back and haunting his ass. He wanted to bawl until he got no tears left, because he knew that he’d never be able to love someone. At least not how he had loved you.
Still when he looked at you now he realized that you weren’t angry anymore. You were just tired.
“No,” he said.
“Enjin—“, you started.
“I don’t want you to,” he continued quietly. “If you go then that’s it. You’re just gone.”
You stared at him. Fuck, you wished you could touch him. The longing similar like it was before you two got together.
You had been attracted to him since the first meeting and wanted to poke his dimples, kiss his lips and smell his hair. Back then you couldn’t, because you weren’t together. Now you couldn’t, because you were dead.
“And this?” you asked gently, gesturing between you. “This is okay?”
“No,” he admitted. “But it’s better than nothing.”
It was so typical Enjin you had to laugh quietly. Unknowingly breaking Enjin on the inside, because this was actually you. Laughing, telling terrible jokes, flirting shamelessly. Not what you were now. Not the echo of your last fight.
“You’re so selfish,” you said, shaking your head.
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“I’m literally stuck haunting you because you can’t deal with your feelings.”
“Sounds like a you problem.”
You laughed again. Oh god, this man. This wonderful man.
“Enjin.”
“Our problem?”
Snorting you shook the head and he flashed you his signature grin.
You floated closer until your forehead brushed his. Or more you made sure not to accidentally floated through his head with yours. Happened once, wasn’t nice.
“You really don’t want me to go?”
His throat tightened painfully. “Not if it means I never see you again.”
Your expression softened. The anger didn’t disappear, it’d be impossible to. But it changed into something softer.
“You’re an idiot,” you murmured.
“Yeah.”
“You should’ve said that before I died.”
“Yeah.”
Sighing you couldn’t help yourself anyway as you reached out and flicked his forehead. Your hand passed right through and you both shrieked.
“Rude,” he said.
“I hate this,” you snapped immediately. “I can’t even hit you properly! What kind of haunting is this?”
Enjin laughed and laughed and laughed for the first time since you died. It was messy, hysterical and real.
“Okay, fine,” you huffed. “I’ll haunt you.”
“Great.”
“But I’m not letting you off the hook.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“And you’re going to listen when I yell at you.”
“No promises.”
“Enjin!”
“Okay, okay!”
You… well, you floated back into the position like before. Mimicking the same resting position like Enjin.
“We’re not done here.”
Everything was still unresolved between you and it hurt you both so much. For him the only thing that mattered was that you were still here.
“Good,” he said quietly. “Stay mad at me.”
“What?”
He looked away with so much shame. “Don’t leave. Don’t ever leave me.”
No answer was needed, because you didn’t disappear and for now… yeah, for now it was enough.
synopsis: asking your bf to do it without a condom.
note: no smut, just making out
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Making out with your boyfriend had easily become one of your favorite things. There was something so intimate about the way he kissed you, the way every touch made it impossible to think about anything else. You could never seem to get enough of him, and judging by the way his body reacted against yours, it was clear he wanted to take things even further.
Iwaizumi buried his face in the crook of your neck, his lips trailing gentle kisses along your skin as he lingered there, leaving soft marks in their wake. Your fingers disappeared into his curls, holding him close while your bodies melted together, neither of you wanting to create even an inch of distance.
After a long moment, he lifted his head and captured your lips again, kissing you with the same breathless urgency before reluctantly pulling away. A quiet grunt escaped him as he shifted his weight and reached toward the top drawer of his nightstand.
"No," you whispered, your voice stopping him in his tracks.
Iwaizumi glanced back over his shoulder, his brows knitting together in confusion as he looked at you. "What?"
His hand had already wrapped around the condom, but he paused.
"Let's do it without the condom," you said, surprising even yourself with how confidently the words left your lips as you reached up and gently took it from his hand.
Iwaizumi’s smile softened, and he lowered himself back over you, resting on one elbow so he could look you in the eyes. "I don't think that's a good idea," he murmured, his expression warm but hesitant.
You slipped your arms around his neck and pulled him a little closer, your forehead brushing against his as you searched his face. "Just this once," you whispered, hoping he would change his mind.
He hesitated, his gaze searching yours as though he were trying to make sure you truly meant it. After a long moment, he brushed a loose strand of hair away from your face and quietly asked, "Are you sure?"
You held his gaze and nodded without hesitation. "Yeah," you replied softly, your voice steady despite the butterflies fluttering in your chest.
"Okay," he said quietly, capturing your lips once more in a slow, lingering kiss before resting his forehead against yours. "If you change your mind, let me know. At any point."
You smiled, your heart warming at how seriously he took your words and how careful he was with your feelings. "I will," you whispered, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the back of his neck.
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips before he let out a soft laugh, the tension between you easing just enough for the moment to feel lighter. "Good," he murmured. "I just wanted to make sure."
You nodded, brushing your nose against his as the two of you stayed wrapped in each other's arms, savoring the quiet intimacy that had settled between you. For a few moments, neither of you felt the need to say anything else, content to simply be close.
the fluorescent lights of the mall fitting room did absolutely nothing to dampen the beauty of iwaizumi hajime, who at that moment, looked like the greek god of abercrombie.
after being invited to oikawa’s spontaneous garden party, the two of you came to the marvelous conclusion that hajime had nothing at all that was appropriate to wear. nothing. at. all.
you thought a trip to the mall would be nice. after all, as his best friend (you’d never admit your crush….ever), it was your job to help him out.
you find yourself regretting it and thanking the gods in equal measure.
the olive green shirt he wore hugged his arms, the cut of it emphasizing his broad shoulders and even more sculpted biceps. the color made his eyes, something between green or brown or hazel look infinitely more alluring.
you wondered how you’d ever be able to get this out of your brain.
“it’s nice shirt!” you blurted out, willing your face not to betray the thoughts you had on the inside.
the truth was that he was marvelous. marvelous and beautiful. you could burn the image of him into your eyelids.
he smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling the smallest bit before flexing his arm in the mirror, the muscles all lining up just to kill you. “yeah?”
“yeah,” you sighed, “looks good. you should buy it.”
he nodded, paying no mind to the price tag as he walked back into the fitting room door. he stilled for a moment before closing the door, meeting your eyes with a smirk that spelled trouble.
“oh i will,” he grinned, “if your reaction was that crazy for this shirt, you couldn’t handle me shirtless.”
you were left dumbfounded as he shut the door, his laughs increasing in volume while you stood slack jawed over your menace of a crush.
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Suggestive under the cut! This is my first time writing something like this so feel free to correct me and offer criticism :3
You were in front of your vanity, applying your lipstick for the night. Your hair was down and cascaded down your back. The square neck of your dress exposed your collarbones and the beautiful diamond necklace that was hung around your neck (which may or may not have been gifted to you by him)
He entered the room having just finished getting ready himself. He was in a dress shirt that was a little too tight for him, clinging to his biceps and making them stand out further.
"You're wearing the new one?" He asks, referring to the lipstick your applying. He crossed his arms in front of his chest in an attempt to keep his hands to himself and leaned against the wall next to you.
"Yup! Pretty isn't it?" You smacked your lips together once, then used your finger to even out the colour on your lips.
God if only you knew what that did to him.
"Anything you wear is gorgeous, sweetheart" He walked up behind you, his hands finding their place on your waist. His hold on it felt possesive, but it grounded you at the same time.
"Help me with my dress?" You turned your head and moved your hair out of the way.
He ascended.
To him, your back looked like it was sculpted by the gods themselves. You had just enough muscle there to show that his workouts with you worked, but less defined enough to make it look delicate at the same time.
"Right..." He felt the back of his neck warm-up with the sight of your bare back and the thoughts forming in his head.
His hand grabbed the zipper and oh so slowly brought it up—almost hesitant and regretful to do so.
"Fuck" He swears under his breath. Without an explanation, he brought his lips to the small slit left where your back was exposed and planted a kiss.
"It's not fair. You're unfair" He grumbles as he reluctantly zips up your dress, his hands going back to your waist.
"What isn't fair?" You asked innocently.
"How are you so... ethereal? Are you trying to kill me?" He lowered his head to the crook of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses up until your jaw.
When you turned your head to face him, his hand automatically cupped your cheek and kissed your lips softly.
The soft kiss didn't last long.
He manhandled you to make you turn to him—chest to chest and your back pressed against the vanity.
The air between you got more tense, more heated. The a/c in your room was pretty much useless now. His palm covered your lower back, pulling you closer to him.
His lips travelled from your lips to your jaw, then your neck. He was tempted to nible on it, but he respects your boundaries and holds back. Instead, his kisses trail lower until it reaches your exposed collarbones. He was looking at you through it all, making sure he can see what he does to you.
He came back up again, planting a more gentle kiss on your lips. He pulled back and you can see how his lips had your lipstick all over it, some of it smeared on the side of his lips.
"Let's continue this after dinner, okay? Need to get you full of energy first" He lets go of your waist and walks away.
"I'll wait by the car" He turns back to give you a shit eating grin. He didn't even bother to wipe away the lipstick.
You didn't even have time to recover. You were just there with your hands gripping the vanity behind you with your face still flushed and lips still swollen.
Did he say continue after dinner?!
I wrote this in the middle of class, i currently have a quiz HAHAHHAAHAH im cooked so not proofread! Hope u enjoyed eheheheh
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