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mammonsbby · 2 years

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Could you do V for Lucifer. For the drabble prompts? :)

V-Vacation (Poor sleeby Lucifer D:)

To say Lucifer is tired... Oh, that would be an understatement. He’s been running on fumes for weeks. Disaster after disaster, crisis after crisis, he deals with them all. His sleep schedule has always come last. After all, what is a few hours sleep compared to the Devildom as a whole?

He yawns, hiding it behind his hand. He’s about to fall asleep during a council meeting. All right, he has to get some rest. As soon as he gets home, he’s taking a nap. That’s all he needs. A few peaceful hours of rest. Rest? Peaceful? In that house? He sighs inwardly and tries to keep up with the meeting.

Some thirty minutes later, Lucifer trudges back to the HOL, trying not to show how utterly exhausted he is. He manages to find his room. And falls toward what he hopes is his bed. Regardless of what it is, he passes out as soon as he’s horizontal.

He awakes a few hours later, to the sound of rustling in his closet. He groans and pries open his bleary, tired eyes. He squints and, in the darkness, he can make out a figure in his closet. He glares at them, but he’s too tired to yell.

“Get out of my room!” He bellows. Oh, guess he was wrong. He hurls a spell towards the figure interrupting his sleep.

Your eyes widen and you turn around to see a bolt of dark energy flying towards you. You hit the ground, covering your head as the spell hits the wall and dissipates. “Luci! Luci, it’s me!” You shout.

Lucifer’s eyes widen. He’s suddenly completely awake. “MC?” He asks with wide, now-focused eyes.

“Yeah, it’s me.” You stand up, dusting your clothes off as Lucifer climbs out of bed.

“What are you doing?” He asks. Though, as he looks around the room, he sees several things out of place. His suitcase is open on the ground, half-filled with clothes. And his closet is in disarray. He makes a face, expectantly waiting for your answer.

“I… We’re going on a vacation.” You say firmly.

“We are?” He asks, taken aback at this information.

You nod and step towards him, now semi-confident he’s awake enough not to blast you to smithereens. “We’ve all noticed how tired you were. And I talked to Diavolo. You’re off duty for a week. So we’re going somewhere you can relax.”

His brows furrow. “Were you packing for me?”

“I was. Until you almost killed me.” You say, pointing to the scorch mark on the wall.

“I’m so sorry,” Lucifer says, mortified. He pulls you close and sighs. “I thought you were one of my brothers.”

“Nope. Just me.” You say, wrapping your arms around his waist. You stand that way for several moments.

“A relaxing vacation, hmm?” He asks, a small smile on his face. But before you can explain, you’re interrupted.

“Oi! Are you comin’?! We’re gonna miss the train!” shouts a familiar voice from the hall.

Lucifer’s face drops. “We’re all going?”

You nod and he groans, raising a hand to his head.

“Come on, sleepy head. You can nap on the train.” You say, snapping his suitcase closed.

He picks it up, grumbling. On the way to the door, a thought occurs. “What if we stay behind and let them all go?”

“Lucifer, imagine what they could get up to without us around.” You say. And he blanches.

“I see your point. Let’s go.”

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kyuuppi · 4 years

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sksksk i just read your of headcanons & omggggg suga 🥵 could you possibly do the same concept with iwa, tendou, yamaguchi, kageyama, and kuroo? i don’t mind if you add or take away characters! thank you so much!! i look forward to seeing more of your writing in the future! (:

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Part 2 is posted here; thank you for your requests!

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babuis · 2 years

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Love Me Not [Soulmate! Au] - 5.2

Pairings: Akaashi x Bokuto x Kuroo x Tsukishima x female!reader (3 gym boys)

Genres: Angst, Fluff, SMAU

Synopsis: After seeing her parents’ marriage fall apart, Y/N never thought she’d have one soulmate… let alone 4. Coming back to Japan for a one year exchange program, Y/N gets the childhood she missed out on and the love she never thought she would receive.

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giorno-plays-piano · 3 years

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Vicious

Part IX

Pairing: Steve x reader, Bucky x reader, Thor x reader, Loki x reader, Peter x reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, stalking, possessiveness, theft, all characters are adults.

Words: 1574.

Summary: Transferring to Stark Academy that has only allowed to take in female students last semester, you realize you are just one of three young women among hundreds of students. Your things are constantly being stolen, and soon you begin fearing for your safety.

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You didn't know what else to say, feeling ashamed. Who cared about your family circumstances? Definitely not Steve Rogers, a man you met just a couple of weeks ago and who knew nothing about you. Why did you say something like that in the first place?

You didn't wanna look at his face and see him feeling guilty because he didn't know how to comfort you. You didn't need to be comforted. You didn't need anything at all. It was just a simple cold, right?

Despite that, you suddenly started talking from beneath your blankets, "I have a younger brother. When he was born, we found out he was having severe asthma. His childhood was terrible, he had constantly been sick, I remember him being in and out the hospital all the time. Of course, because of his condition, my parents spent most of the time with him. He was just a little sick kid."

You hated yourself for talking, for showing something to Steve he shouldn't have known because he wasn't your friend, but you couldn't force yourself to stop.

"On the other hand, I am lucky to have good health. I didn't really got very sick, so, well, I didn't need help like my brother. So, I'm used to taking of myself. I'm a big girl, I don't need my mom to dance around me just because I have a cold."

Of course, you didn’t. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, and even of Steve didn't show up, you'd be alright by yourself. You'd just take your acetaminophen, and then everything would be ok.

You kept silent, staring at the inside of the blanket and wishing Steve would just disappear, leaving you to your misery. You didn’t see his face, and you were glad you didn't. What he must think about you? That you were craving for his attention like a spoiled kid? Shit, it was so embarrassing. You were an adult, for goodness sake!

"I don't know about you, but when I had a flu sachet, it would make me fall asleep really quick. And when I was feeling sleepy, I would start thinking about the things I loved most because I hoped I would see them in a dream." Instead of feeling ever more ashamed, you listened to Steve's soft voice and thought you were lucky it was him being here with you now. "It actually worked, and I have been having my best dreams when I was asleep, sick. What are the things you love most?"

Surprised, you looked up at him and saw the most gentle expression on a face of a guy you had ever met. Why did he look at you like that? Why was there no pity on his face? Why was it making you cry like you were a ten year old kid? Before he could see anything, you hid beneath the blanket again and kept silent for a couple of moments to calm down.

"I love lemon pies my grandma used to make me, and her garden. She had tomatoes and cabbage and strawberries that smelled like summer. I loved watering them nearly every day because I thought I was a little forest witch who lived in her pretty cottage in the woods."

You didn't know why you were telling him this, but Steve has a strange effect on you. Or was it cold? You had no idea, but it didn’t really matter. All you were thinking about was the way fresh tomatoes smell when you'd leaned down to water them, and the sound of bees flying above strawberry's flowers. Your grandma was taking care of her cabbage - a very capricious guest in her garden - and you could hear her working, cursing grandpa for making the patches too wide in that funny voice of hers. Then she'd stood up, wiped the sweat with the back of her hand, and called you to come back to the cottage because if was time for dinner. You'd run to wash your hands in a barrel of water near the big apple tree when grandma didn't see, and soon you were sitting with her, eating her famous cabbage soup and then having a piece of a lemon pie because you worked so well today.

You could almost feel the taste on the tip of your tongue.

By the time you woke up, Steve was long gone: it was the middle of the night, and instead of him you saw a thermos with a still warm chicken soup on a chair, waiting for you. He sent you a message that you could call him at any time of the day - or night - and that he wanted you to have a bit more sleep to get better. After you had a few more sips of his soup, you fell asleep again, feeling warm and fuzzy.

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The weekend went fast. It was the first time in several years you spent so much time in bed. Steve kept appearing at your door from time to time with a new bags of food despite you telling him you had your own, but he always insisted you should it something fresh and warm. Surprisingly, he wasn't the only one at your door: Thor suddenly showed up with his whole team, bringing you notes for the upcoming exams they collected altogether, apparently. Loki sent you a message if you needed anything, and Peter left contacted you on Instagram, leaving you links to games you could play so you wouldn't feel bored. Even Bucky gave you a call, asking if he could come and give you a few packs of Neo Citran for your cold, but you kindly refused: Steve literally brought you a yearly supply of this.

It was strange. Of course, when you were in high school, your friends grew worried about you when you had been sick, but there was nothing else to it. Wasn't it always like this? Nobody came to see you. Nobody brought you soup or gave you meds or anything. Despite feeling embarrassed, you realized you actually liked it when somebody was close to you like that. It was comforting seeing Steve popping up and not having to worry about how pretty you looked: he laughed when he saw you getting all shy because you were in your pyjamas. He said he definitely didn't expect you laying on your bed in an evening gown.

Before you realized it, you were already getting better. It was just a cold, really. Soon your throat was no longer sore, and while you were still sneezing, your temperature dropped down to normal, so on Monday you were ready to come back to school as planned. Funny enough, you no longer cared if you passed your exams, having 100%. You didn’t talk about it with Steve, but Peter was laughing like crazy about that when you told him.

Funny. They no longer looked so scary to you. They were just a couple of boys, weren't they? Regardless all those scary rumors and stuff, they were just guys. Maybe they were weird and stupid and a little bit scary because you didn't know them, they were still alright. Thor said it to you, didn't he?

Monday was Bucky's day, so, once you were done dressing, he nocked at your door: you were feeling a bit shy, watching him in that leather jacket and torn jeans he kept wearing the whole year around, apparently. Barnes looked like a teenage girl's dream. He smelled like cigarettes - although he said he was trying to quit - and pinewood. Just like Thor, he liked to skip classes he didn't enjoy much, but he was smart enough to pass the exams. Funny enough, he had a motorcycle.

Again, you wondered how come girls weren't coming from a city on a bus just to go see him.

"Are you sure you’re feeling better?" He asked you softly. "You can stay home today."

"No, no, I'm perfectly alright, thank you! How are you?" Smiling, you closed the door and hid the key in your bag.

"I'm good, thank you."

He didn't speak much, but as you walked in silence, you thought it was comforting - not talking at all and feeling good about it. While Bucky looked like a scary biker, in fact, his calm and friendly demeanor only helped you relax around him. Besides, it was funny how students seemed to give him way whenever they saw him, and you thought if Steve was the King, then Bucky was the Knight.

Before you went into the your classroom, he suddenly stopped you, "Listen, I wanted to say I have your stuff."

You blinked, "What stuff?"

You didn't give him any of your stuff. Actually, after Steve gathered you all in the student council room, you only met Bucky this morning for the first time.

"The stuff those freaks took. Your... your clothes, I mean." He muttered under his breath, and you gaped at him.

Your underwear. He found your bra and panties those guys took from your room.

"Wait... how?" Staring at Bucky who, apparently, was feeling a bit embarrassed talking about it, you thought how on Earth he got those things.

There was only one way he could, right?

"Bucky, was it you who beat those guys?"

It took him a couple of seconds to turn his face to you and then sigh, "Yes, it was me."

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kai-writes-fan-fiction · 3 years

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In Hiding Part 4/?

Hey loves! Sorry it took so long for me to write part 4, I’ve had school and band. I like this chapter, so I hope you do too!

Word count: 1566

Warnings: Really un graphic violence, mentions of undiagnosed PTSD, OCD, and depression, and my inability to write good endings

The last 30 minutes on the Quinjet were pure hell. Tony kept trying to grill you, and you didn’t respond, which motivated him to ask even more questions.

Finally, he rolled his eyes and asked, “Where are your parents?”

Hundreds of locked-away memories flooded your mind. Your parents had sold you to HYDRA at age 5. You didn't know much about your parents or their identities.

After he asked about your parents, you broke eye contact and looked anywhere but into someone's eyes.

“I see.” Tony scowled but continued asking more questions, but you weren't in the mood, even more now than before.

You eventually drifted off into a daydream as Tony’s questions slurred together. You dreamt about what your life could've been if you had parents and weren't mutant. You could still have parents; you wouldn't have sustained all of that torture at HYDRA, and you would've gotten to go to school!

School, something many take for granted. You didn't have any higher education, and being 15 and more innovative and 99.99% of the world, it was a moot point. Still, being among everyday people, having friends, and discovering your passions, would be amazing.

Snaps in your face brought you back, courtesy of Tony.

“Kid. Kid! Hello?” He snapped in your face.

You had returned to Earth and- hey, look at that! Tony is within head butting distance. Maybe it'd get him to shut up, or would Loki attack again? He was staring at you from the back of the jet, unmoving, eyes trying to predict your following movements.

“KID!” Tony shouted.

You'd had enough of hearing him in your face, so you turned back to him, made eye contact, and-

“Don’t do that, girl.” Loki snarled from his seat.

Tony turned to him and cocked his head.

“She was going to headbutt you, obviously. Don't get within 5 feet of her.”

Tony thanked him quietly and sat in his seat, glaring at you. You made eye contact with him once more, and you smirked.

The rest of the ride was quiet, save for a few tiny pockets of conversation and Tony coming up with more dumb questions, which you elected to ignore.

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You had finally reached the compound, and all you could think about was your impending doom.

Steve picked you up again, as your restraints render you immobile. You fell limp in his arms, head dangling. You were so tired and so worried.

Steve carried you into the compound and to a room, or rather, a cell. The space was empty except for a cot in the corner and a sink. The wall next to the door sported a one-way mirror.

“You’ll stay in here; Stark wants to ask you more questions; he’ll be in here soon.” He put you down on the floor, and you looked up to him. He uncuffed you and swiftly ran out in fear of you trying to bolt again.

Little did you know, he and many of the other team members were staring at you from the other side of the glass, observing you in attempts to understand how you worked and your erotic behavior.

The room was made of something that made you powerless, and the walls were a blinding white. There weren’t any windows, and a single notepad and pencil lay on the bed.

You sat in the center of the room for 5 minutes, staying stationary. Once more, scenarios of what the Avengers might do to you crowded your mind. Tears came again, and you sobbed quietly. Everything hurt, and you were once again reminded that you'd been awake for almost 24 hours. So you carefully laid yourself out on the ground, being mindful of your bruises, and cried there.

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“So- uh- what do we do now?” Steve pointed to you, still crying on the floor.

“Poor thing,” Wanda remarked, frowning.

“Poor thing? She may be a child, but she's evil!” Tony scoffed.

“She could be a beneficial asset to the team,” Nat suggested.

“I don’t trust her.” Tony crossed his arms and looked back to your shaking figure.

“Tony, I kinda volunteered to go talk to her.” Steve turns back to him. “She's got a notepad, and if she doesn’t open up, we’ll send someone else in.”

“Why the hell did you volunteer me? Kid hates me; it's obvious.”

“Just go see if you can get anything out of her, Tony,” Natasha ordered.

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes, stepping into your cell.

—————Your POV—————

Tony Stark stepped into your cell, the door shut with a loud ‘thud.’ His intentions were unclear, so you backed into a corner. He crouched in front of you and looked into your puffy, red eyes.

Now that the two of you weren't fighting, he noticed how truly young you were; you still had that childlike glimmer in your bright blue eyes. You had been turned into a villain, but it wasn’t your fault.

“Hey, kid.”

You didn’t respond, just blinked. He grabbed the notepad and pencil on the bed.

“Since we haven’t heard you speak, we put this here for you to write on. Do you know how to write?”

Of course, you knew how to write. You stared at Stark, annoyed that he thought you couldn’t write, and slowly nodded your head.

He handed you the notepad and pencil and asked your name, which he knew. He was trying to create a sense of normalcy for you.

“(Y/N)” You wrote.

“You have great handwriting and a beautiful name (Y/N).” He said, reaching for your hand.

You winced when Tony touched you and quickly brushed him off.

“Understood.” Tony moved back and asked you, “Did HYDRA give you your powers?”

“I don’t think so. I was young. I don’t know.” You wrote. You did know, however. You were born with powers, and that’s why your parents sold you. You were too much to handle, and many people were willing to pay hefty prices for you.

You weren’t fond of visiting HYDRA memories, let alone talking about them. Memories of being tortured plagued your dreams every night, and it seems that HYDRA had found a way to torture you even after you escaped.

Often loud noises would bring back memories, as would needles and human contact.

“I want my clothes back.” You wrote. You thought they might bring some semblance of home, a piece of you to hold, and you’d be able to smell your apartment and yourself.

Tony nodded. “I’ll see what I can do. Do you need anything else?”

You shook your head and wrote, “Please leave now. And don’t stare at me from the window. It's creepy.”

Tony chuckled. “Ok, Banner is going to come to check on you at some point.”

You nodded and waved your hand towards the door, signaling him to leave.

Tony slowly got up, and you stared silently as he left the cell. Before he shut the door, he looked back to you, stationary on the floor, staring up at him. Once he was gone, you stared into the mirror, not at yourself but any unsuspecting souls behind it.

Once you thought the sufficient amount of staring was reached, you got up and went to the bed at the far corner of your cell. It was perpendicular to the door, so you could see if anyone entered and be ready to defend yourself.

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It must've been an hour or so until Banner walked into your cell. You jumped up from the bed and pushed yourself into a corner. He frowned and set down what he was carrying, which was a tray of food and your clothing.

He stepped away from said items, and you scrambled to grab them, scared he’d take them back. You backed yourself into your corner once more, shielding yourself with your clothing.

“Hey, (Y/N). Remember me?”

You scowled. You remembered him, and you weren't very fond of the memories you shared with him.

You didn't move, eyes still trained on him. He kneeled about 5 feet away from you, not wanting to startle you.

His voice was low and soft when he asked, “Can I come closer?”

You stared, not knowing how to answer. Would Bruce hurt you again? Could you trust him? It didn’t look like he was holding anything more to hurt you. You allowed yourself to creep closer, slowly inching towards him.

“See, baby steps.” He looked towards the window. You assumed some people were still watching the two of you.

You let yourself come closer, until you were about a foot away from him.

“Can I touch your hand?” He reached out and touched you, but you winced and pulled your hand away. You still didn’t trust him, you would need a whole lot more prof before letting him, or anyone for that matter, touch you.

“Ok, I’m going to go now, get some sleep.” He stood and turned away from you, heading to the exit.

He stepped out, and turned off the lights in your room. It was almost pitch black, except for a dim light coming through the window. You climbed into the bed, and stared up at the ceiling. You were exhausted, but sleep refused to come.

It must have been 45 minutes when you finally drifted off to a restless sleep. You dreamt about what would meet you in the morning.

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beelsbaby · 3 years

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yummy love | Beelzebub

Chapter Three: WEE WOO WEE WOO

Summary: Everyone knows that Beel simps for you the most, even you, but you think Beel deserves better. Can Beelzebub break down your walls?

Tomorrow I’ll drop two parts, the first one will be mostly written!

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Let’s go Beel, win over Y/n!

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mono-dot-jpeg · 3 years

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so uh, i made a deal with my friend @mangobangi, go follow them if you haven’t and annoy them for me. i guess the techno fanfic may be posted? that is if my friend pulls her end of the deal KJSDKSDJFK

i think it’s pretty obvious who’s who in this text JSHDSHDFJ

#moonchild's announcements #late night thoughts #friends being friends #regrets were made #technoblade x reader #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt+x+reader #mcyt x reader

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babuis · 2 years

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Love Me Not [Soulmate! Au] - 5.1

Pairings: Akaashi x Bokuto x Kuroo x Tsukishima x female!reader (3 gym boys)

Genres: Angst, Fluff, SMAU

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infinitebells · 3 years

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annoying: chapter 23

iwaizumi hajime has hated you, his assistant athletic trainer, since he knew you in high school. you on the other hand have bothered him for fun for as long as you knew him, not realizing your romantic feelings for him had manifested in that way. what happens when you two blockheads finally come to terms with how you feel?

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“you can’t come in unless you have food,” he states flatly, and your face deadpans at his words. his neutral demeanor quickly dissolves into light laughter as he steps back and away from the door, gesturing for you to step inside.

“how rude,” you say, walking past him without sparing a glance as he laughs even harder. you hardly register the door click shut behind you as your eyes wander about the expanse of iwaizumi’s apartment. it’s strangely homey, with picture frames scattered across various tables and surface tops in his kitchen and living room. at least two dark gray and fuzzy blankets sit neatly folded in a basket by the couch in his living room, and on the coffee table, multiple packets and worksheets cover what empty space there is.

“sorry it’s such a mess, it’s easier for me to work if i have everything in front of me,” he says from behind you, and you turn to see him sheepishly scratch the back of his neck. his embarrassed expression melts away slightly as you smile softly at him.

“i do the same thing, don’t worry about it,” you reassure. he smiles before guiding you to sit on one end of the couch, with him on the other side. he grabs two plates from an end table on his side of the couch, before removing the onigiri from the bag and arranging them nicely. he sets his down on the table, hands you your own plate, then grabs one from his and bites half of it in one go.

“alright, let’s get started!” he muffles out between bits of onigiri. you giggle before grabbing the nearest packet and poring over its contents.

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two hours later, you two have finished the workout plan for this upcoming week and the next, and have now moved onto watching the tape of the argentina vs. japan game

“my god oikawa looks amazing!” you gush, leaning forward in your seat to watch him set to his outside hitter. the ball slams into japans court, and you grin as you watch onscreen oikawa cheer happily with his teammates.

“he looks happy,” iwaizumi muses, and you nod your head in agreement. an unexpected yawn creeps up on you, and your mouth falls open as you try to contain it.

“tired?” iwaizumi asks, and you turn to nod sleepily, except almost back away in shock. you have no idea how you two got to the point where you were less than a foot away from each other on his very spacious couch.

“a bit, but i should be okay,” you say. he stares at your face for a moment before speaking again.

“you can rest your head on my shoulder if you’d like,” he blurts out. his cheeks are dusted with a light pink as he stutters once again. “b-but you don’t have to, i don’t wanna make you feel uncomfortable, and i don’t know if i’m pushing your boundaries or-,” he’s cut off by your hand over his mouth. you can feel his cheeks grow warmer at your touch, so you smile reassuringly.

“you’re not crossing a boundary, and i’m glad that you offered it,” you say before removing your hand, turning back to the tv, and leaning your head to your right until your temple rests gently on his shoulder. you feel him tense beneath you, and start to pull away before a large palm rests on your head and keeps you there.

“i’m ok. i didn’t mean to scare you, it was just an unconscious reaction. but i’m okay,” iwaizumi murmurs, and his honeyed voice drips soothingly down your spine.

“okay,” you mumble. shuffling around on the couch, you maneuver yourself so that your legs are propped up on his ottoman, and your head is tucked into the crook of his neck. you feel his arm between your bodies move up and behind you two before stopping.

“is it okay if i put my arm around you?” his voice is wavering, hesitant. it’s illegal how adorable it is.

“yeah, for sure,” you say. his arm moves once again until it’s draped lightly over your shoulder, fingers resting against the smooth skin of your upper arm. your eyes flutter shut of their own accord, and you can feel your body relax more into iwaizumi’s. just before drifting off to sleep, you hear a soft murmur of unclear words, just near your ear. you’ll have to ask iwaizumi about that when you wake up.

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warm. when you finally wake up, you feel comfortably warm. your eyes blearily open to see a sleeping iwaizumi beneath you, your head on his chest and his arms encircling your lower back. sometime while you were asleep, not only did he manage to drape a blanket over the two of you, but he also shifted you two so you’d both be more comfortable.

“oh shit.” you’re not sure if you feel dreadful or relieved when it finally occurs to you that maybe, just maybe, your feelings for iwaizumi hajime run deeper than you realized.

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annoying: chapter 28

a/n: sorry this chapter is so late!!! it took me forever to decide how i wanted it to go but here it is :)

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as the weeks before the olympics pass, and training continues with the team, it’s painfully obvious to every single player that you and iwaizumi are smitten with each other. from the “secret” glances sent to each other, to the inside jokes and teasing comments, you two may as well be walking around with “i’m in love” plastered in sharpie across your foreheads. today’s practice was no different. well, only slightly different.

“iwa-chan! come help me,” you call out from the storage room. of course the idiot would ask you to put away the nets, knowing damn well you couldn’t reach the top shelf. you hear his laughing before he gets to the room, a knowing grin on his face. he leans on the open doorway, watching you glare at him, hands filled with the net.

“help with what?” he’s being cheeky on purpose. it’s nothing new, and it never fails to warm your cheeks.

“the net asshole, this shelf is like eight feet tall and the stool is surprisingly missing,” you deadpan, knowing damn well he hid the stool once again. his shit eating grin is confirmation enough. you huff, turning around and going to try and reach the shelf once again.

you’re just about to push the net onto it when a warm body presses into your back, one arm sliding around your waist while the other glides past your arm to easily push the net up. you can already feel your body heating up, knowing damn well no one else besides iwaizumi would touch you like that. so when you turn around in his grasp to see his smile is a bit sharper, and eyes a bit darker, you feel your lower stomach pool with warmth. he’s so close, closer than he’s ever been before. his lips are inches from yours, and his eyes are lidded. you can feel yourself unconsciously leaning in, until your breaths are mingling. just as his lips are about to touch yours, bokuto’s very loud voice sounds from the doorway.

“y/n! come on let’s g-“ he stops as soon as he sees how close you and iwaizumi are, face inadvertently turning red with embarrassment. in your haste to make the situation any less awkward than it already is, you push away from iwaizumi, forgetting his arm is wrapped around you. you also conveniently forget the pole laid out on the ground, which results in you tumbling backward, with iwaizumi falling on top of you. his free hand flies up to cushion your head, which in turn causes him to land completely on top of you. the commotion encourages the rest of the team to crowd in behind bokuto to see iwaizumi on top of you on the ground.

“iwaizumi-san! that’s not very respectful of l/n-san!” hinata’s loud and cheery voice breaks the suffocating silence, and within seconds the entire team is howling with laughter. you however have both hands pressed against your face, groaning from sheer embarrassment.

“don’t worry pretty lady, at least we aren’t naked,” iwaizumi murmurs in your ear, and you yelp in surprise, finally shoving him off of you and scrambling to your feet. he’s finally joined them in laughing, and you take the chance to run out of the room and to the women’s bathroom. once the door is slammed shut behind you, only then do you allow yourself to reflect on what the fuck just happened. you come to three conclusions.

you really wish bokuto hadn’t interrupted you and iwaizumi

his eyes are gorgeous

iwaizumi hajime had a boner while pressed up against you

upon coming to your last conclusion, the panic sets in. iwaizumi hajime had a boner while he was essentially on top of you.

“y/n! are you okay?” speak of the devil. iwaizumi’s muddled voice comes along with a banging on the bathroom door. you take a moment to fix your clothes and hair before opening the heavy wooden door. all traces of laughter are wiped off of his face, replaced with genuine concern.

“hey!” your voice comes out way too squeaky, and he most certainly notices.

“what’s wrong? i’m sorry i didn’t mean to laugh at you, i just thought your reaction wa-“ he’s cut off by your hand covering his mouth, a soft smile on your face.

“i’m ok, i was just a bit embarrassed. but i promise i’m okay,” you explain, letting your hand fall from his mouth. a relieved smile makes its way to his face, and you yelp slightly when he pulls your forward, body close to yours and arms around you. you unintentionally note that his boner is now gone.

“good, i’m glad you’re okay,” he mumbles, voice muffled by the fact that his face is pressed into your neck. you giggle lightly, your arms going around him while your hands rub soothing circles into his back. it’s quiet for a moment, until he speaks up once again. this time, his voice is just shy of your ear.

“next time, i’ll make sure to properly kiss you, preferably not in the storage room,” he says. the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, and you shudder lightly against him at the insinuation of his words. you kick yourself for growing hot at his words, however, you revel in the fact that his erection has decidedly showed itself once again. you can feel his smug smile without having to look at it. you’ll definitely have to get back at him somehow.

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