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moonlightcrossesonyourbody · 4 years

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Words, Nerves and Cigarettes

Hiiii!!!! So, this is for the wonderful @liglitterbug to whom I promised a story for a prompt for helping me out and finding me that story I was looking for obsessively. The prompt was basically h/c and dyslexic Steve with Harringrovre which like, one my favourite things EVER!! This is pre-slash. There are a couple anxiety attack scenes that are pretty graphic. More warnings in the tags.

Without further ado here we go!!

Okay. So Steve knew he wasn’t the smartest guy in the block. He knew that he was surrounded by people who could think circles around him on any given topic okay? He knew that. And he wasn’t bitter. No he had accepted long ago, when Mrs Johnson asked him to read out loud in 6th grade and he almost had a damn panic attack and had to feign feeling lightheaded- which honestly, not that much feigning there- that school and all that academic mambo jumbo just wasn’t for him.

His dad certainly made sure he understood just how stupid and incompetent and Jesus, Steven, you’re so damn lazy why can’t you just apply yourself, son? he was. Back when he was still young enough that his parents missing parent-teacher night would be frowned upon in the polite company of Hawkin’s upper class, a couple of his teachers would throw around, in lower tones, like a dirty little secret, words like testing and dyslexia and it’s not his fault, it’s just...his brain. That was always sure to get his father going and start threatening in hushed tones about incompetent teachers and funding and do you even know how to work with kids, he’s just damn lazy. So eventually the teachers stopped mentionning it. He never forgot that word though.

He looked it up in the school library one day when Tommy and Carol where to occupied sucking each other’s faces and too high to notice him gone anyway. He thought he might have it. Dyslexia that is. It made sort of sense anyway, as much as anything could make sense in his head, especially these days. The book said things like jumbled words and trouble reading and spelling and backwards letters like b and d...or d and b. Something anyway. And it all felt pretty familiar and it was comforting for a while, cause the book also had this section about coping mechanisms. Sounding the words out slowly, or spelling them or writing them down. Having someone read to him worked the best though and when Carol was in a giving enough mood and Tommy wasn’t around and he widened his eyes and pouted his lips just enough, she’d read the homework out loud to him. And then Nancy came.

Sweet, understanding, beautiful, smart Nancy who was determined to help him make sense of his stupid brain. She’d read to him and show him how to take notes so he’d need the books less and explain to him stuff that he just couldn’t get. But then their world turned literally upside down and school kinda went into the back and Nancy left him and then he had the kids to take care of, because he had to keep them safe, he had to. God knows he couldn’t help with anything else. So he patrolled the woods and picked them up and from wherever those little nerds-geniuses- were everyday. Cause he could do that at least. He wasn’t like Dustin who was the smartest person he had ever known, who had a science based explanation for everything.Or Nancy and Jonathan and Hopper who connected all the dots and where always, like, fifteen steps ahead of him.Or Mike who always had a plan for every damn contnigency.

Mike, who was currently looking at him like he bit into something sour-which honestly was turning into the kid’s default expression right along with those eyes that he was currently rolling at him and Jesus his face was gonna get stuck like that and then he would- Jesus dammit Steve focus. He tried to go back on his train of thought, which, honestly more like a trainwreck of a thought, and figure out why Mike was currently making that face at him.

“Jesus Christ, Steve, are you gonna ever roll or fucking what?” exclaimed the kid and-

“ Hey, language-” Steve started saying and oh my god what happened to him, before he remembered that they were playing the nerds’ stupid game Gorgons and Caves or what the fuck ever. Which you know. Speaking of trainwrecks. So he rolled and landed a fourteen and Mike started spouting of some bullshit that he couldn’t hope to understand even if he was focused and not sleep deprived, which speaking of, Jesus he hadn’t slept more than five hours since Wednesday, and what day was it again and-

“ Oh my God, Dude are you fucking stupid? We’ve explained this a thousand fucking times, just read your damn character sheet and make a stupid move, come on!!” Which, okay ouch, Mike fuck you very much, he didn’t even wanna play the stupid game, but Dustin was begging and the kid thinks he’s cool and he can’t say no to him and-

“Oh, my God Mike can you just fucking chill he was probably bored of your stupid voice-” Max started yelling and there was that word again stupid, stupid, stupid, and the kids were yelling now and-

“Okay, Okay, Jesus, hold your damn panties, Wheeler, here.” he pulled his character sheet off the floor where he had let it drop during the kids’ last yelling match, jesus do they yell, and he squinted at the page. “ Okay, so, umm...I...umm, I have that back up spell right? So I, ah, I’m gonna give that to Will...?” he trailed off, lifting his eyes to look at the rest of the kids around the table.

“Oh my God, Steve come on you have to read the spell,come on.” Mike said while heaving a big, great, sigh. “ See I told you guys, he wouldn’t get it, he’s only slowing us down-”

“Jesus, Mike shut up! How can he read if you’re always yelling at him, he’s new at this and just needs some time to concentrate, not everyone’s brain works the same. Come on buddy just read the spell like we practiced,” Dustin turned his big eyes at him and gave him that damn ridiculous smile and Jesus that’s were he’s at right now, his best friend is also his cheerleader and his mom who is also a fucking thirteen year old.

He looked back down at the sheet and tried to read the stupid spell, but he couldn’t find where the damn word was, and the letters were dancing all over the page, and none of the words made sense anyway and he couldn’t sound them out, never mind spelling them and, was that an upside down question mark what the fuck? Oh wait no that’s an f, the spell started with an f- right?

“Okay, umm, I wanna give Will, a fu-, an umm, a fra..for,” He was stuttering, he knew he was stuttering, goddammit, and he was starting to sweat, the back of his neck was on fire, and there was no air in this stupid basement, and none of the words made sense, and his stupid brain couldn’t process anything, and his leg was jittering and his nails were digging into the meat of his palm were he had his hand fisted on his lap,

and the kids were all looking at him,

and Mike was rolling his eyes,

and Dusting was looking at him all supportive like,

and Max was looking at him like she knew, and her moth was forming a soft, quiet oh,

and he couldn’t breathe.

Out. He needed out, NOW.

He stood up abruptly, his knees knocking into the low wooden table they were playing on, almost knocking Mike’s book fortress on the floor, and he was getting tunnel vision, his hands fumbled in his pockets, searching for the cigarettes he wasn’t carrying anymore, cause it wasn’t good for the kids and-

“ Umm, I’m just,..I’m just gonna go get some... get some water,isn’t it...isn’t it hot in here, get some umm some air” he stuttered out, hand finding the nearest wall, stumbling his way towards the staircase, damn it all to fucking hell why stairs?

“ What?!” Dustin exclaimed “Steeeeve, come on it was just about to get good-”

He cut Dustin off “ Anybody want anything?” he rushed out, the words coming out with a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He risked a glance round the table and saw Max looking at him like she understood, and she nodded her head at him toward the stairs.

“ I want some juice” She said calmly.

Mike opened his mouth as if to argue, and she must have seen something on Steve’s face cause she was turning toward the boy, with a thunderous expression on her face and-

“ Oh My God, Mike! What the hell is your problem, he gave the damn spell to Will, just go on, you little asshole-” and that girl deserved the world.

He could hear Mike’s screech of indignation as he flayed his way up the stairs, opened the door and exited that stupid, suffocating basement, trying to catch his breath, as he made his way towards the front door, mostly blindly, mainly on instinct, feeling like his face was on fire and his hands were shaking and

stupid, stupid, stupid, you panic because of a game with fucking pre-teens, what the hell is wrong with you, you stupid - stuttered breath-

pathetic- just a couple more steps-

useless- his hand was on the handle-

embarrassing-he wrenched the door open-

-and promptly run into a wall.

“Jesus fuck, what the Hell?!” Someone exclaimed, as hands went on his bicep and hip steading him, his arms trapped between them, hands on a firm chest, half-clutching an open shirt, mostly pawing at warm, golden skin, golden necklace catching on the reflecting porchlight, his stupid brain going a mile a minute-

-oh hell.

He raised his eyes, meeting twin night sky blue pools- no, no wait not pools, pools were bad and death and guilt and monsters and we killed he-

“ Okay there amigo?” Billy asked, eyebrow raised, arms still holding him, burning, scorching him, and his breath hit his face, smelling strongly like cigarette smoke and faintly of something sweet, saccharin, snapping him back to the moment and Jesus, they were standing so close, practically sharing air, that Steve couldn’t take in and he was burning and

“ Yougotanysmokes?” he rushed out, and tried to swallow, throat working, while he was still trying to draw breath, which was maybe a little easier now, with Billy’s scorching, rough hands feeling like a brand on the skin of his arm and the sliver of skin where the fabric of his shirt had bunched up on his hip, where Billy was still steading, grounding him.

“I sure do” he said stepping back, taking his hands and all their fire away, second eyebrow climbing up to meet the first. “Wanna bum one, King?” he said, devil’s smirk appearing, making the statement sound suggestive,

smug asshole, Steve thought.

“Umm, ye- yeah.” He got out, clearing his throat and looking everywhere but at Billy.

“ They’re in the car.” He turned around, making towards the Camaro, and of course they were. Where would he even keep them on him, it was finally warm enough that jackets weren’t a necessity and he must be barely able to breathe in those jeans, never mind shove things down the pockets- Jesus ,Steve, focus he thought to himself aggressively, blushing again, and heart stuttering, for entirely different reasons that he wasn’t examining too closely right now cause seriously fuck that.

He looked back and found Billy looking at him over his shoulder, devil smirk still there, porchlight and moonlight catching on his curls and on the angles of his face making him look like one of those marble statues in his history book, if you looked past that infuriating smirk and that glint in his eyes that spelled only trouble.

“You coming, or am I fetching them and lighting one for you, King Steve?” he drawled slowly, tongue appearing and glistening while wetting his lips.

does that thing ever stay inside his mouth? he thought and then snapped back to himself, shaking his head to clear it, and started to move towards the car.

“Yeah, no, ah, yeah, yeah I’m coming.” he said and Billy hummed behind his smirk and turned back around and made for the driver’s side, Steve following him this time, heart still beating faster than it should be and the previous anxiety and panic that chased him away from the kids and that damn basement still simmering in the forefront of his thoughts.

By the time he had reached him Billy had already got his packet out, and had a cigarette dangling on his lips, driver’s door shut, the hand with the packet extended towards Steve, while the other held his lighter, as he made his way towards the front of the car.

When he reached Steve, Billy got between him and the bumper of the car. Steve swallowed on reflex while Billy’s arms reached behind him and he leaned back on them, hips jutting out and the fabric of his sleeves straining, and then he gave a small jump, landing on the hood of the Camaro with a grace that Steve would hardly possess in general, never mind now with his nerves wrecked as they were.

Billy lied back on the hood of his car, golden/sliver curls creating a hallo around his head, eyes closed and smoke going up, up ,up from the cigarette Steve didn’t even notice him lighting up, arms going behind his head, knees bent and exposed torso shining.

He looks like a giant cat. Steve thought as he saw him stretch and hum, shiny midnight blue hood contrasting against the reds and golds of his skin and clothes.

He turned his head slightly towards Steve’s general direction, his eyes opened half-hooded and hazy behind the smoke of his cigarette. The cigarette he was now grinning around, the jackass. More like a lion then. Or a tiger, but definitely a predator, instead of a house pet. Like Mews 2.. or was it Tews? The one the monster didn’t eat anyway and nope. Nope. Nope. Not thinking about that right now. No.

Steve, still trying to avoid that anxiety attack he has been trying to restrain since Mike opened his stupid mouth and his stupid brain stopped working, let out a quiet breath and rolled his eyes, when Billy lifted one eyebrow again and glanced at the packet now lying on the hood of the car next to his hip.

He reached for the packet and pulled a cigarette out, rolling it across his lips, before setting it in the middle while he searched for the lighter he still always carried on him. He lit it up, put the lighter away, safely inside his jeans’ pocket, got the cigarette back in his fingers and climbed next to Billy on the hood. He looked toward the other boy but Billy’s eyes were closed again, smoke slowly drifting up, up, up from his blowing mouth, so he mimed his stance and laid back. One hand pillowing his head, but he didn’t close his eyes, opting instead to turn to the boy next to him.

He looked like he was sunbathing in the moonlight, greedy even with light, drawing toward him any light source there was in the bleakness of the early Midwest spring, sucking it all in or maybe better, absorbing it, and while he was watching mesmerized the rise and fall of his naked, sculpted chest, Steve wondered, when exactly, sitting in silence with Billy Hargrove, became the silent comfort of his mess of a life.

It was comfortable now. It wasn’t comfortable at the start. Not for Steve at least. He pushed through the nerves and the wariness and yes, the fear, cause Billy Hargrove wasn’t the only stubborn bastard, this side of the country. But he was dangerous. And as much as Steve liked to tell the kids that the demon dogs from Hell were by far the sole scary thing that night, he could admit it. Quietly. To himself. In the privacy of his jumbled, stupid head that Billy’s rage and raw, unstoppable force of power and anger that night were just us terrifying.

But he apologized. And Steve hadn’t slept well since October of last year and he just didn’t have the energy to hold a grudge. He was never good at it anyway. So he nodded his head and mumbled a ‘whatever dude’ and looked away. But the asshole wouldn’t leave, and then he offered him a cigarette and Nancy hated those and they weren’t good for the kids, but he hadn’t slept in ages and he remembered what the burn of nicotine felt like when it travelled down his lungs and suddenly he found himself unable to say anything but yes.

So he started smoking with Billy Hargrove. While waiting on the kids if the weather was good. After practice sometimes. And it was nice. It quieted his head. Cause Billy was very calm when he wasn’t raging and halfway out of his goddamned mind. Or maybe not calm, exactly, cause he was always there, like, like a palpable energy, like...like what the sea must be like not still itself but calming for you like the open ocean. The ocean that Steve had never seen but Billy was missing like a phantom limb, the ocean he decided to carry along with him to the dry, dirty Midwest, that stole it from him.

He took another breath, filling his lungs with smoke that burned. Burned but not like the fire in the tunnels burning something to death alive, or like bullshit or like we’re in love or like his eyes did when he was trying to make it up the stairs, like stupid, stupid, stupid, cotton-mouth, stutters, like Max’s eyes on the back of his burning neck. Not like Billy’s hands on his skin. He exhaled slowly. Letting the smoke drift out into the night. Closed his eyes.

“You good now?” Billy’s low baritone, broke the silence, snapping Steve out of his head. He opened his eyes and looked at the other boy who had, at some point turned his head towards him, eyebrow raised again and eyes inquiring but tone surprisingly -or maybe not- not mocking.

“I..ah..eghem” Steve cleared his throat “ Yeah. Yeah I’m fine” he said all the while looking at Billy, cheshire, catlike smirk slowly spreading across face.

“ That you are alright, pretty boy.” He said in that tone he always used to charm girls and moms and teachers, and Steve turned his head away looking back up at the sky and thanked God for the darkness that hopefully would cover the fire in his face. This shit was getting tiring, what the hell was wrong with him-

“ But are you okay?” Billy asked again snapping Steve out of his thoughts that were going downhill for the millionth time that night. The sincerity in his voice threw Steve off for a second and he turned to look at him and found it in equal measures on his face. He swallowed past the sudden lump in his throat and wondered for the hundredth time since Billy Hargrove’s Heartfelt Apology Tour of 1985 how exactly he had managed to find yet another person who could see right through him.

“I’m gonna be” He said surprisingly heartfelt and sincerely. Quietly. Billy’s eyes searched his face for a second, trying to find signs of dishonesty or maybe something else entirely. He slowly blew the smoke he was holding out and as it danced across his face while it was traveling up, up, up to meet the moon whose rays Billy was bathing in, his expression softened and his lips ticked up minutely in a smile so soft and almost... almost tender and Steve’s breath caught in his chest again in a different, surprisingly more welcome, flattering,butterfly like panic.

A second, a breath, less than a heartbeat later Billy seemed to have found whatever answers to whatever questions he was searching for in Steve’s face. He nodded slowly. Curtly. And he turned his face back towards the moonlight rays that went back to licking the sharp planes of his cheekbones casting shadows from his eyelashes. Claiming him as theirs.

He hummed.

He exhaled.

“ I need to get Max back to the house.” He said with an apologetic sort of finality.

And whatever spell the moonlight and the smoke and the ocean, midnight blue of the Camaro had cast was broken.

He made to get up and Steve almost lost his balance with how quickly he made to get up. Because in a twisted superstition he believed in, in that moment that if he was the one to get up, maybe-

maybe time would freeze. Maybe he would be able to preserve the image or whatever mirage the moonlight and the smoke had created and Billy would be imprinted on his memory as the calming, solid...dangerous, presense laying against the hood of the ocean that he drove.

Maybe some of that calm would seep into Steve’s brain that constantly betrayed him.

So he got up, rushed out a jumbled “ Imagoget’em ” and started towards the door. he reached it, opened it and when he was inside turned around, looked at Billy, forever young and laying on his thunderous ocean and waiting.

He got back down, the sounds of the kids still yelling piercing through whatever fog -peace- had surrounded him and he started, like he just woke up.

Max’s juice. He doubled back towards the kitchen, grabbed a juice box and sprinted towards the stairs. He was climbing down when Will noticed him first letting out a “ Steve!” and then closing his mouth with a click, an apologetic look on his face when all the rugrats turned their heads towards him and started yelling. Steve gave him a little smile to let him know that it was okay.

“ My juice!” Max exclaimed and got up with the same grace her brother possessed and made her way to him, arms outstretched. When she had the plastic straw in her mouth she mumbled a quick “thanks” to him before her voice was drowned out by Mike’s yelling as he bulldozed his way towards Steve.

“You missed all the rest of the campaign! We need your stupid character to finish this off come on!” He said petulantly as he shoved his character sheet and the dice in his hands.

Steve looked down and gulped when he saw all the jumbled words and felt all the kids’ eyes on him. He could feel his chest constricting, the previous panic that smoke and moonlight had chased away slowly coming back to reclaim its spot.

“-umm...I”

“Max.”

A hand came up and squeezed the back of his neck. He let out a stuttered breath and turned to his left to see Billy standing there.

“ Time to get back.” he said and the kids broke out in protests and moans of “noooooo”

He looked at the juice box in Max’s hands and turned to face Steve, devil’s smirk appearing.

“You their servant now, King Steve?” he said in a tone more teasing than mocking, tongue sweeping across his lips and eyes glinting.

“Fuck off” Steve said while rolling his eyes. He leaned back into the hand still at the back of his neck, trying to match his breaths to the rise and fall of Billy’s chest, while trying not to look like he was, like, ogling the guy. “ I just got Max a juice, man”.

“Oh, so you’re her maid then, huh, Harrington?” Billy went on teasing and nodded towards Max’s general direction, not taking his eyes off of Steve or letting up the pressure on his neck.

Steve looked back at Max and winked “ Your sister’s a gift Hargrove”

Billy snorted and raised a hand to point,” Baby Byers over there is a gift” he said and send a wink at Will’s direction, who promptly blushed all the way to his ears and suddenly found the tablecloth in front of him fascinating, the poor kid,

“Maxine” he drawled looking back between the two of them “ is a beast.” he said around a smirk that turned into a toothy grin with Max’s indignant “ Hey!”

Steve hummed and acted like he was thinking about it and then looked at Max with a conspiratory grin and pointed at her “ But she’s a badass”

“ HA!” yelled Max while raising her juice box in a toast towards Steve proudly and looked around at the rest of the boys to see if any of them cared to contest that statement. Obviously none did. Lucas nodded vigorously and agreed, Will smiled at the tablecloth while sending furtive glances Billy’s way still very much on fire, Dustin accepted the statement with grace and Mike continued to look like he had bit into a lemon.

Steve saw Billy roll his eyes playfully while the kids were busy talking over each other and looking Max’s way with a relatively fond expression he wouldn’t have been caught dead with a few months ago.

He saw Steve staring at him and winked and Steve suddenly found himself sympathizing with Will, cleared his throat and looking away.

“ Dustin we should get going too, your mom wants you back by nine.” he said with what he prayed was enough authority to sway the knuckleheads and turned to Will “ Your brother picking you up?”

“Yeah he’s coming later.” Will finally lifted his head and mumbled.

Billy suddenly took his hand off of Steve and glanced at his watch.

“Max. Get going.” he said with finality. He looked at Steve. “ Pretty Boy.” he said with a smirk and clapped him on the shoulder as he made his way back up the stairs. Max rolled her eyes at her brother’s back, but put her shoes on, grabbed her bag, said a bye to the boys and followed him.

“I’m ready, BYE guys!!” said Dustin and started tagging at Steve’s sleeve to get him moving. Steve gave a salute that Will smiled at, Lucas returned and Mike, unsurprisingly, rolled his eyes at but nodded in their general direction so you know, progress, and they started climbing up the stairs.

They got out of the house and in the car just as Billy and Max were pulling out of the driveway and Steve stared as the blue of the Camaro slowly became one with the darkness of the horizon.

“Steve!” Dustin snapped him out of his thoughts “ Are you gonna stay for dinner, Mom made lasagna and I know you love them. You should stay and celebrate. That spell you gave Will literally saved the whole village” he said in a pointed and encouraging voice, “ Mike’s just an asshole don’t listen to him he’s just pissed cause El wasn’t allowed to come and Nancy’s always blowing him off and he’s jealous that she won’t play with us but you do, even if you’re new at this and you don’t really have the hung of it- but you will don’t worry, cause you’re really smart and -”

“Dustin!” Steve cut him and his flayling word vomit off “ It’s fine, it was fine, it was fun you know, it was great” he said and hoped that Dustin didn’t see through the lie even though he found himself believing it a little. Don’t get him wrong the anxiety attack wasn’t fun but the rest of the evening, listening to the kids bicker and laugh and then smoking with Billy....

yeah. It wasn’t all bad.

Dustin was looking at him expectantly beetle eyes shining in the dark, toothy grin splitting his face in two and Steve caught himself smiling back and wondering what the hell this kid ever saw in him and thought he was so cool. He found himself grateful anyway.

“ Yeah, yeah I’ll stay for dinner, kid” he said fondly and reached over and messed his hand through Dustin’s curly hair. The kid just gave him a big smile.

“Oh my God I love this song!” Dustin yelled excitedly and reached to turn the radio up. Steve started driving, breathing, finally normal and hummed along with Dustin’s excited singing

Someone told me long ago

There's a calm before the storm

I know, it's been comin' for some time.

When it's over, so they say

It will rain a sunny day

I know, shinin' down like water.

I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain? ....

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colourthestarts · 5 years

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How Can Practice Matches Go So Wrong?

Y/n could not figure out who decided to start a practice match at 10am. On a Saturday. Just do it in the afternoon.

And then she realized.

It’s because it never ends.

She’s been here for two hours and both Nekoma and Fukurodani are both still at it.

“Mika.”

“Yeah.”

“When does this end?”

“I don’t know…” Mika was in the same position. Kuroo said it was a practice match. But these guys just kept going with occasional small breaks. She could also sense y/n patience was wearing thin.

When they first met up with Kuroo and Kenma everything was fine and they said it shouldn’t take long. Soon after they met with the Fukurodani team briefly and said polite ‘hellos’ then headed upstairs. After the warmup, few jokes and few beatings towards a very tall guy in Nekoma, probably a first year, the match started. Both y/n and Mika got into it. They talked about both teams and y/n did mention that Nekoma’s rhythm was really good and that Kuroo was a good leader. She also noted the ace and setter from the other team. They also worked good together.

Then an hour later a realization hit that they gonna keep going. And now they were stuck. If they leave it will be very rude and disrespectful, even if they were third years. But two hours in y/n no longer cared. She needed coffee and she was getting bored of just watching the same thing.

“Yeah… I’m gonna go get us coffee.” Y/n said while standing up and grabbing her purse and headphones.

“Seriously?” Mika whined. Although she could not argue against her decision. “I’ll come too!”

“Ahh no, I’m going alone I need a bit of a me time.” y/n answered calmly. She was not pissed and Mika knew it, she just wanted to be out of this situation for a bit. “Besides you dragged us here so basically it’s on you we are stuck here for the infinity. Want a frappuccino?”

“Yeah fine… and a brownie!”

“Sure. See you in a bit.”

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Ten minutes later another set was finished. Kuroo was tired, not as tired as when they train at summer camps, but dealing with Bokuto’s spikes was a pain. Lucky enough Bokuto’s mood shifted downwards towards the end and his spikes were bad, but it’s not like the rest of the team is not strong. Everyone in Fukurodoni were strong opponents. But at last they were gonna have a thirty minute break before having another smaller warm up and having another few sets to go.

After the cool down, everyone went back to the bench to get towels and water. While Yaku was lecturing Lev in his more than poor receives and Bokuto went outside to get back his mood, Kuroo took a glance up where y/n and Mika were sitting. Scratch that. Y/n was not there. Where did she go? Mika, on the other hand, took this as an opportunity to complain.

“Jesus Kuroo you said a practice match! This has been going for over two hours! Do you want us to die here?!” He had to admit, he never anticipated this. Usually when girls are watching volleyball, they compliment how cool the players are. Not that this ever got to his head. Well it did a few times. But he had his own insecurities and he was realistic. Still full of confusion he answered.

“What? No! This is normal. We play against Fukurodoni all the time and its until we’re exhausted or hungry.”

“Clearly. You do know we got other stuff to do?”

“Like what?”

“…I don’t know… stuff… What does it matter?! You should have told me hold long this was gonna take!”

“Kuroo, girls don’t like waiting.” Nekomata sensei noted as he passed by.

“Sorry, I guess it just seems normal to us. You should go, I don’t wanna keep you longer than needed.” Kuroo hung his head lower as an apology.

“It’s fine. Y/n is getting coffee and snacks for the rest of this, she should be back in few minutes. So go clean up and eat to kick ass.”

Kuroo nodded and went outside for some fresh air. No need to overthink this and nothing bad happened. He just thought as someone who plays volleyball a lot. He knew that was fine and it appears the girls did too they just needed some breaks. So it’s all good. Tho it’s a shame he did not get a chance to chat with y/n, although he should focus on the practice match and he can chat proper later.

Turning a corner tho he was met with a direct view of y/n and Bokuto sitting on the grass and chatting. Bokuto appeared to be in a better mood then left which was great. But he was doing what Kuroo himself was supposed to be doing, talking to y/n. Despite that Kuroo wanted to turn around and find another place to chill, Bokuto noticed him and waved him to come over.

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On her way to get coffee and then back to the gym y/n continued to ponder why she agreed to come with Mika. Regrets all the way. She could still be in bed. Not that watching volleyball wasn’t interesting, she has been a fan since her brother used to play. She went to their official matches, but was told not to come to practice ones. Now she knows why.

Just before turning the corner to the gym, y/n saw a guy from the Fukurodani team sulking on the grass. Think it was the wing spiker cause he was the only one to have hair like that. But it was not her problem so she kept walking… and then she turned back. Weak.

“Hey dude, what’s up with you?” But all she got was a mumble so she asked to repeat lauder.

“I can’t get my spikes through…”

“So you quit?”

“No, we’re having a break…”

“Okay, so what’s the plan?” She sat down too.

“What?” The guy for the first time looked at her. Jesus he looked miserable.

“Yeah… Like what do you wanna try to go through it? You know since it’s a never ending practice match you can just keep trying different things. Even if you fail, the more you try the higher chances are for you to get it right. Dunno.. like muscle memory?”

“So you’re saying my body will just do it on its own!?”

“What? No! Did you hear what I said? You decide what to do and how to do it, but the more times you do it the easier it will be to get it done faster and more effectively.” The guy pondered for a moment and then smiled. Very brightly.

“I think I get it! Thanks stranger!..ahh I’m Bokuto by the way, Fukurodani’s ace!”

“Y/n, Nekoma’s third year.” She said shaking his hand.

“So what are you here for? I saw you with another girl upstairs. Are you thinking being Nekoma’s managers?”

“Do I look like a person who wants to clean up after other guys messes?” Then she rephrased. “I’m not quite a helpful type. Nor do I have the patience. Mika, the other girl, was invited by Kuroo and I was dragged along.”

Bokuto remembered that Kuroo said he invited a girl he liked to watch the match, it had to be her friend. Speaking of which he just appeared around the corner so Bokuto waved him up. Noticing that y/n also turned and saw Kuroo, he seemed a bit down too. Is this the mood for today then? Usually he’s pretty alert and just a bit smug.

“I see you two have met.” Kuroo said with a smile.

“Yeah.. he looked down so I was like whatever I guess I’ll .. I don’t know … talk, distract? Something like that.”

“What?” Bokuto asked.

“You looked like a lost puppy and if it would be raining I would basically have to adopt you.” While Bokuto was processing, y/n stood back up. “Right, if I’ll stay longer Mika’s frappuchino will die on me and then she’ll cry so if you guys excuse me.”

When she was gone there was a bit of silence. Bokuto was still guessing when did he become a dog, while Kuroo realised that y/n was just being a nice person. Which was one of the reasons why he liked her. He realised there was no reason why he felt down, cause she didn’t seem annoyed at all. From her previous blunt remarks, he knew she would just say it straight.

“So it’s her friend that you like.” Bokuto stated.

“No it’s her Bokuto! Y/n is the girl!”

“Are you serious?!” Bokuto was shocked. This was not the type of girl that Kuroo would usually be smitten about. Not that he knew exactly, but she just seemed too… cool for him? “You usually like cute, shy, short girls that giggle a lot and she’s tall and like smart?”

“What does that mean?!” Kuroo irked. “Short girls are smart too and I like tall and smart girls too!”

“She seems too good for you.” Bokuto teased, he was clearly in a better mood. “This is it then! I’ll do my best to give you a hard time for the rest of the sets, so you’ll have to do your best and impress her!”

“What sort of logic is that?!” But Kuroo was ignored by Bokuto already dashing off and yelling for Akaashi. He wasn’t completely wrong either.

The rest of the practice went good, but by the end of it both teams were exhausted. When the clean up was almost done Kuroo waved for the girls to come down and introduced them to the rest of the team. Then Bokuto also appeared, introduced Akaashi and raved about him being a great setter. So Kuroo took the opportunity to ask if Nekomata sensei and Yaku, as the vice-captain, were okay with him inviting y/n and Mika to go eat with the team to which they both agreed. However, when he got back the pair politely refused and said that the team should do their own thing and have a good meal. The meal in itself was chaotic but not surprising considering both teams.

Kuroo almost chocked when Bokuto told him he got y/n number.

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Episode 1

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Phillip had just shown up to Mike’s and was currently giving Mike the ‘what-for’ for killing that college kid. While Phillip’s low voice rumbled through the house, you stayed put in your room in hopes he wouldn’t find you. Truthfully Phillip scared you, you’d heard the horror stories that went around about him.

“Is there anybody else here Mike?” He asks, his foot steps echoing on the hardwood floor as they get closer to you. You heart picked up with every approaching thud, until you could see the toes of his boots from under your bed. Quietly, you held a hand over your own mouth as Mike quickly began to babble and distract Phillip. “Mike!” He barks, shutting him up as Phillip’s knees come in view, signalling him kneeling.

“Dude, I’m sorry. It’s my friend. She’s been helping out with the drug running.” Mike assures, and you watch as Phillip’s beautiful amber eyes meet your own.

“Hi.” You meekly smile, your stomach turning in and out.

“Get out from under there.” He murmurs, holding out a hand to pull you from the depths. Dragging you from under the bed, he hauls you to your feet and brushes off your shoulder. “Why were you hiding from me?” He asks gently, giving you a small smile.

“I’m a little afraid of you. Especially after what Mike did.” You murmur, muttering the last sentence. ”Did Mike tell you what he did?” His eyes drop to the short native man before flicking back to you. Mike watched in awe as Phillip fell in love. He’d never imagined such a wild animal of a man to find a love like that, but here he was, being gentle, helping her.

“N-no. Just that he stole some pills from a guy.” Phillip gives a soft chuckle before he turns back and heads for the door, signalling you and Mike to follow.

“For christ’s sake, can you calm down?” He asks, flipping around to face you. “I’m not going to hurt you. I couldn’t hurt you. So take a deep breath, calm down.” He assures, turning his back to you once more as Junior and Rachel pull in.

“Hey! You think we could crash here for a couple days?” Junior asks as they head up and meet the three of you at the door.

“You look all kinds of familiar, hun. Who do you look like?” Phillip rumbles at Rachel, and Mike knew. She looked just like a young Jean, a face Phillip knew well.

“I don’t know. I don’t look like anybody famous.” She stammers, clearly starstruck by Phillip’s beautiful physique. Shrugging, he turns to face you for a moment to see if you agree or not. “Junior, we’re headed up to the trails, you wanna go? Show her some trails.” He gives a little smirk, nodding towards Rachel for a moment.

“You wanna go?” He asks, towards her. She blushes, swatting his arm.

“Of course! Don’t embarrass me in front of your uncle.” She giggles, clearly finding him as attractive as you did.

“Oh I’m not his uncle, I’m his brother.” His deep voice catches you off guard, leaving you shivering quietly. No one hears but Phillip, who gives you a quick sideways glance with one eyebrow raised.

The five of you head through the trails, coming to a stop at the cave. Phillip makes a couple of comments about ‘don’t scream’ and that he partied here as a teen. As he pulls an air gun from behind a rock and pops it off at Mike, making Rachel give a shriek. You held your breath, afraid of what would happen. When Phillip laughs, Mike gives an uneasy echo and sits down on the hard earth to take a moment to calm down.

“Can I try?” Rachel shakily asks, eyes on the gun. Phillip finds a comfortable spot on the ground, rolling to one side and patting the ground next to him.

“Sure, come on over here.” He croons with a half-grin on his lips. You could imagine kissing them, almost leaning down, you quickly disguise it as sitting down and you cross your knees and lean back on your palms. Phillip’s eyes glance lazily over you before you watch his eyes linger for a moment on your lips, flicking up to your eyes before quickly diverting his gaze back to Rachel.

“I’m ready to go now.” She stammers, grabbing Junior’s hand and starting out the cave’s entrance. You, Phillip, and Mike follow behind. The toe of your converse sneaker catches on a root you hadn’t seen and you jut forward, landing with an audible thud and a loud ‘crack’.

“Fuck!” You grind through clenched teeth as your ankle begins to burn as if you’d been stung by a whole wasp’s nest. A gentle hand rests on your ankle for a moment before a soft grunt escapes him. Without a second thought, Phillip flips you over and hoists you into the air.

“It’s sprained.” He mutters never looking at you, eyes trained on the path ahead. “Still wanna stop at the lake? Or go back to the truck?” He asks so calmly as he trudges on through the thick brush and trees.

“We can go the lake. I’m actually fine if you wanna put me down.” He gives a low chuckle, placing you on your feet. As your feet touch the ground your ankle gives out and you plummet towards the earth once more. Almost a second later, Phillip snags your arm and scoops you up, making it seem effortless to every one else.

“Your brother and his girlfriend are so cute.” Rachel murmurs, you expect Phillip to say something but he doesn’t. Only a fraction of a smile crosses his lips for a minute before he heads down the steep bank to the beach.

“Mike! ‘Ey! Grab a blanket outta the truck while you’re up there.” Phillip calls as Mike starts towards the vehicle. A few minutes later he arrives with an old blanket and a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Yo, your princess comfy now?” He laughs, giving you a gentle smile. You expel a groan as you realize you can’t go swimming, a favorite pass time of yours. Heaving a sigh, you frown and lay back on the blanket with a thud. A moment passes, you hear Phillip throw Mike into the lake and give a whoop of happiness. A shadow casts across your face, blocking the sunset that was warm against your skin. Opening one eye, you see Phillip’s wet face hanging over you. With a laugh, you roll to the side just as Phillip shakes his head, water droplets pattering against your warm skin, sending goosebumps racing down your arms and the hair to stand on end.

“Hey, you wanna get all those wet?” He waves a hand to your black tee shirt and army green shorts. Pulling your shirt over your head, you start to wiggle out of your shorts. When you get to your ankle you groan in pain as you pull your denim shorts over it. With one fell swoop, you were once again in Phillip’s arms as he was barreling towards the water. You give a happy shriek as you hit the water. Keeping a close hold on you as you swam, his warm hands almost never leave your chilled body as you swim. Rachel dove under, bursting back up with a smile, getting confused when Mike circles her, grabs her waist.

“Let go!” She barks, hearing splashing and thrashing going on as Mike’s arms release from her body. Twisting around to find him drowning Junior, she beats on him as he laughs. You started grabbing at Phillip, whispering stop again and again.

“Mike. Enough.” He barks, glancing down to find you in awe as Junior torpedoes from the water, coughing and hacking up all the water he’d inhaled. Swimming to him, you hold his shoulder to make sure he’s alright. While he and Rachel make it towards shore, you reach out to Mike, swatting him harshly across the face.

“You’re such as asshole. Would you want someone touching your woman like that? Or someone drowning your son?” Phillip cocks his head to the side before heading towards you.

“I’m sorry. Lemme carry you to the truck.” A low grunt follows Mike’s last sentence, and Phillip comes out of the water, scoops you up and heads toward the truck, leaving Mike in awe. You, however, were pressed tightly against shirtless, hot Phillip, unable to complain.

“Sweet Jesus, it’s a damn shame your parents only made one of you.” You murmur, your hand against his chest. Phillip’s face didn’t move as he kept walking like he hadn’t heard you. You sigh a little sigh, glad he hadn’t.

You make it back to Mike’s and relax on the couch, you giving Rachel some clothes to change into. As she got drunk, she made more comments about how you and Phillip were so cute, how you two should get married, until finally she dozed off against Junior. His fingers sifted gently through her hair.

“Phillip, Junior! You guys in here?” Marie’s voice calls, leaving Phillip concerned, as he couldn’t move because you were asleep in his lap while he iced your ankle.

“Yeah, come on in.” Phillip didn’t see right away, but Mike did, and he quickly stood behind a chair and grabbed a beer bottle. When Phillip saw Harold Jensen, he let out the breath he’d been holding.

“Jensen,” Phillip slides you gently onto the chair, putting you in the same position you were in curled against him.

“Rachel?” He asks, as she doesn’t move he gets more concerned. Making a harsh threat as he grabs Rachel off the couch, he heads out the door, leaving Marie with her monster sons.

“Mom, I-”

“Don’t.” She barks, “how’s she doing?” She asks about you, waving a hand to your sleeping body.

“Sprained her ankle out in the woods,” Phillip is quick to respond, earning a sideways knowing glance from his mom. With a gentle stretch you wake up to find everyone staring you intently.

“What?” HAnds finding a hold, you hoist yourself up into a better sitting position.

“I gotta run Marie home, you wanna stay here?” He asks as everyone starts outside.

“Nah, I’ll go. What happened?” You ask, brows furrowed, confused as can be.

“Nothin’.” He assures, handing you a pair of old crutches he found in the garage. Like a colt on new legs, you wobble your way outside to find everyone piled in Phillip’s truck except for Junior, who is dangling his feet out the tailgate.

As Mike and Phillip head toward the truck, you notice something under Marie’s front tire. Tapping Phillip’s shoulder, you nod to the object on the ground. When his eyes meet it, you watch his jaw drop for a second before he slams his jaws together and grabs the gun. Without another word, Phillip ushers you into the truck and drops Mike off at the house. When he comes back out, he finds the gun still sitting on the seat exactly as he’d left it.

“We gotta go meet someone, but just be quiet and don’t say anything.” He assures, patting your head as he pulls up along the dirt road across from the goat farm. Sitting in the silence becomes nerve racking, even more so when Harold pulls up. You tip the seat back, plug in headphones so you can’t hear what they say. You didn’t want to be a witness to another murder.

“My parents only had one because that’s all they could handle.” He murmurs as he carries inside. You had fallen asleep listening to some country music, but now all you could think about was how to get that big, beautiful man into your bed. He leaves you outside to crutch yourself in, and think about that hunk of man.

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