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Fair Game

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Pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader, Rafe Cameron x Kook!reader

TW:18+, cheating, dysfunctional relationship,alcohol consumption, mentions of weed, smut, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, praise kink, spanking

Summary: JJ sets his sight on something that isn't his.

Word Count:4.8k

JJ watches you intently over the rim of his red solo cup, the plastic crushed between his fingers so hard it's seconds away from busting. You're hanging off of Rafe's arm as he ignores your attempts to garner his attention, too caught up in his shitty conversation with his even shittier friends.

You're entirely too pretty in your sundress that sits just below the curve of your ass to be asking for an ounce of affection. The world should be falling at your feet, and JJ wonders if you know the power you could hold if you decided you want it.

You're all soft glowing skin and sun-bleached hair, the type of ethereal beauty that isn't of this world. Your effervescent personality radiates wherever you go, and he's seen guys fall under your trance on more than one occasion without you even noticing the effect you have.

JJ isn't sure of a lot of things in life, but the one fact he's absolutely certain of is that Rafe Cameron doesn't deserve you. He doesn't cherish you the way he should, or kiss the ground you walk on, grateful to even be in your presence. JJ would.

He doesn't have a lot going for him in terms of money, but he damn sure knows how to treat a lady. JJ swears, hand to God, that you belong in a museum. Though, on the flip side, he doesn't like the idea of anyone else getting to observe you the way he does.

He stares with steely blue eyes and rigid muscles as you resign to your fate, folding into yourself when you realize you're just a background character in your boyfriend's life tonight. You're too nice, borderline angelic, as you keep up the persona of a doting girlfriend.

Though, JJ has been laser-focused on you for the majority of the evening and doesn't miss the way your smile falters for half a second or the way the light in your eyes dims. He hates it. JJ could treat you better, he knows that as much as he knows the ocean will be waiting for him in the morning.

He wonders if your lips taste as sweet as they look or if you still use that coconut coffee lotion that he got a whiff of one day that hasn't left his mind since. He doesn't understand just what you see in the kook king if he's being honest.

He figures it must be your habit of forgiving too fast, always wanting to see the best in people even when there's nothing good to begin with. He's convinced that Rafe doesn't buy you flowers or open doors for you, both things he would do religiously if given the opportunity.

He doesn't think that Rafe takes his time with you, worshipping you like a priceless artifact the way you deserve. Oh, but JJ would. He'd kiss every inch of your body, and spend hours drowning you in love and affection until you're sure you're swimming in a sea of it.

He isn't usually one to be enamored, especially with a kook. He also wouldn't consider himself the type to steal another man's girlfriend, but the way the moonlight is bouncing off your face makes him think maybe he doesn't know himself at all.

His eyes stay glued to your figure as Rafe whispers something in your ear, jealousy rearing its ugly head. That should be him sending a shiver up your spine and getting drunk off the scent of your shampoo.

He briefly tries to think of a game plan to get you alone, if only for a minute, when fate hands him his wish on a silver platter. You're moving toward the keg now, no doubt acting as Rafe's personal bartender.

His feet carry him forward with purpose, any logical thought erased from his mind the closer he gets to you. He swears you must be a siren, emitting some sort of magnetic pull that he couldn't resist even if he tried.

"Hey. Y/N, right?"

He feigns mild ignorance, not wanting to come on too strong. He knows your name; it's engraved on his heart in a pretty script that matches your handwriting.

You turn around, bright smile growing wider upon seeing him. It's always present, a permanent staple of your personality just the same as your bubbly laugh and kind heart. He speculates that your parents never taught you about stranger danger as his own grin split his features, signature dimples popping out on either side.

"Hey, JJ!"

His heart skips a beat upon hearing you say his name, your saccharine voice floating to his ears like a summer symphony. It skips again when it registers that you know who he is, and he thinks this might be what kills him. What a blissful way to go.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing over here all alone?"

His eyes light up at the way a blush stains your cheeks, your hand coming up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Oh, I'm just getting Rafe another drink."

He nods his head and lets out a disappointed 'ah', pretending like he didn't already know your answer.

"He let you wander off all on your own? Some boyfriend."

He knows the comment is out of pocket, and does his best to make it sound playful even though a clear tone of disdain slips through. You chuckle lightly and raise your eyebrows for a second, and he feels the tides start to turn.

You don't jump to Rafe's defense the way he's heard before in passing. In fact, you almost seem to agree with the sentiment.

"Whatcha drinking? You look thirsty."

He doesn't even know what that means. How does someone look thirsty? It's better than what he wants to say though which is 'You look like someone I could love for the rest of my life and then some.'

"Just water. I can't really drink."

Your eyes are cast toward the ground as you answer his question, and his eyebrows furrow. Now, JJ has seen you out drink frat boys before so he knows that's not the truth. Not the whole truth, at least. You used to be the first one to grab a drink and the last one to turn down a keg stand.

Now that he thinks about it, you used to do a lot of things that you don't anymore. You used to be louder, more adventurous with the mouth of a sailor despite looking innocent as a nun. He hasn't been able to focus on anything but the idea of what you'd look like tucked into his side, and it's hitting him like a train how much you've changed.

You're more reserved, timid almost. Always perfectly put together with styled curls and flawless makeup.

"Can't or aren't allowed to?"

The words leave his mouth before he can stop himself, rage flooding his system as he puts the pieces together. Rafe doesn't love you; not for who you are. He loves the way you boost his image, a perfect prospect to be his future trophy wife.

"It's not that I'm not allowed,"

Your eyebrows pinch together and JJ has to stuff his hand in his pocket to resist the urge to smooth over the creases with his thumb.

"Rafe just usually gets too drunk and causes problems. It's easier if I'm sober."

JJ tsks, displeased with your excuse, and takes a daring step forward.

"You know, we're playing a life or death game. No one makes it out of this alive, so you might as well make the most of your time."

He extends his cup to you, a sparkle in his irises as he beckons you to take a risk. You mull over his words for a moment, turning to look at Rafe. He hasn't even noticed you're gone, and some days you wonder whether he'd know if you stopped showing up altogether.

JJ tilts the cup forward, a mischievous smile on his lips when he sees you considering the idea. He laughs victoriously when you take the cup and bring it to your lips, chugging the contents with ease. You don't even grimace at the strong liquor, holding it out to him and nodding.

"Bottoms up."

He takes the hint, leading you to the side where his private stash is hidden in a bush. Your head whips around when you hear loud laughter, and JJ follows your line of sight to the beer bong table.

"Wanna play?"

You smile once again, your eyes lighting up at the idea.

"Fuck yeah."

He cheers you on, giving you high fives and sideways hugs each time you sink a ball, completely obliterating the other team. Not to his surprise, Rafe doesn't come looking for you once.

On the contrary, he seems preoccupied. JJ's stomach sinks when he sees Rafe sitting by the bonfire with another woman curled up in his lap, her hand trailing dangerously close to his belt. You're well past intoxicated at this point, most of your body weight leaning on JJ for support.

You don't seem to miss your boyfriend at all, or even realize he exists, and this sparks his interest. He's been so focused on the fact that Rafe doesn't seem to care for you, that he hasn't even stopped to think that maybe you don't care for him either.

"Don't wanna."

JJ's head tilts down to look at you, confusion evident in his ocean eyes as you slur into his shoulder.

"Don't wanna what, cupcake?"

Your movements are sloppy as you shift your head to peer up at him through glassy eyes and long lashes, and JJ's hold on you tightens.

"Dont wanna go home with him."

His eyes rake over your features for a second, trying to figure out if these are just drunken words or sober thoughts. He can't help his curiosity, his free hand coming up to smooth out your messy hair.

"Why not?"

You huff dramatically, eyes rolling so hard JJs sure you can see the back of your skull.

"S'no fun. You're fun. And pretty."

You grin as your eyes flutter closed, and JJ chuckles.

"You think I'm pretty?"

Your eyes suddenly shoot open and you stand up straight, albeit on wobbly legs.

"Have you seen yourself? You have these lil' dimples and fluffy blonde hair and a cute laugh. Don't even get me started on how good you smell."

Your fingers poke his cheek and ruffle his hair as you say it, and he barely contains a groan at the feeling of you tugging on the strands.

"If you don't wanna go with him, I'll take you wherever you ask me to."

You perk up at this and take his face between your hands in a way that squishes his cheeks and makes his heart pound.

"Your place!"

His eyes widen slightly as he tries to shake his head, a giggle falling from your lips when his hair tickles your hand.

"I don't know, cupcake. You're really plastered and-"

You cut him off, doing your best to look stern although it doesn't quite work.

"Please? I'll be good, I promise. Just wanna sleep."

He mulls over the idea for a second before lacing his fingers with yours and pulling you toward the parking lot. You squeal in glee, paying no mind to your boyfriend that looks seconds away from fucking a stranger.

It breaks JJ's heart, the fact that this is nothing new glaringly obvious to him. He briefly wonders if you would have even gone home with Rafe, or if the asshole would have left you to find your own way back. Find a way, you did.

Any guilt he had before is destroyed, and he sets you on his bike before placing his helmet on your head and climbing on. You wrap your arms around his torso instantly, heat radiating off your form as you mold your body to his.

"Don't let go, okay?"

He feels you shake your head and nuzzle in further, your arms tightening in the process.

"Never."

Wind whips around you as JJ speeds toward the chateau, your body naturally leaning with his when he takes a turn. The coolness that comes with the blanket of night raises goosebumps on your bare arms and he brings a hand down to hold your trembling fingers.

"Almost there." He promises, and you squeeze his hand in acknowledgment.

True to his word, it's only a couple more minutes before he comes to a stop and helps you steady yourself in the grass.

You follow him silently as he leads you up to the porch, your feet stumbling a bit as you try to climb the steps with airy giggles.

His hands never leave your waist, ensuring you don't face plant while he guides you toward the spare bedroom.

You take in the space through blurry vision; posters plastered to the walls and various t-shirts scattered about. It smells of old spice and weed, a scent you've come to associate with the surfer in the past few hours.

It's wildly different from Rafes pristine and minimally decorated room that always makes you uneasy. Nothing about it feels warm or safe, you're always terrified to leave a stain or bump something out of place.

Standing here now you're immediately engulfed in comfort, and you can't help the feeling of being home.

JJ watches as you strip off your dress, trying and failing to avert his eyes from the bare skin now in front of him, as he argues with himself that he's not seeing any more than he does when you wear a bikini.

His gaze follows you while you float around his makeshift room, your small hand gripping one of his t-shirts. You slip it over your head like you've done it a thousand times before, closing your eyes to inhale the lingering fragrance of JJ.

He's engulfed you in every way except physically now as you curl up under his comforter, a blissful smile on your features.

JJ is frozen in place, trying to process this entire night. Somehow, he's ended up with you in his bed in the most domestic way possible and his mind can't quite make sense of it. It seems so foreign yet so natural at the same time, something in his chest screaming that this is how it should have always been.

His lust turns to adoration when you nuzzle into his pillow, butterflies trying to claw out of his stomach as he notices you seem to feel the same way. You look at peace with your hair fanned around your head like a halo and hands tucked up under your chin to hold the blanket close.

He fights every cell in his body as he turns around to let you sleep, but stops when your tired voice rings out.

"Where are you going?"

You sound so angelic with a soft tone that makes his heart melt, a tinge of sadness lying under the surface.

"I just assumed-" He cuts himself off, turning to the side just enough to meet your gaze.

You look so small and innocent, big doe eyes silently pleading for him not to leave. He knows it's a bad idea; you'll probably kick him in the dick as soon as you wake up sober and realize who you're laying next to.

Despite that fear, he craves your tender touch and glances between you and the door as war wages in his head.

"Stay with me. Please?" You whisper, and his eyelids flutter closed.

Who is he to deny you? He's been willing to burn the world down and dance in the embers just to see you smile ever since he first laid eyes on you, so how is he supposed to turn down such a simple request?

He hesitates for only a moment just to avoid seeming too eager before joining you in the safety of his bed. Something about you calls out to him, and his body overrides any objections his mind may have made.

Rafe is long forgotten as you snuggle into JJ, his muscular arms finding purchase around your waist. You hum in contentment, your mind cloudy from the alcohol but still coherent enough to understand where you are and who you're with.

You fall into a deep slumber almost instantly, the warmth radiating off his body acting as a sedative. He follows suit, drifting off against his will. He already feels like he's in a dream, and he dreads the fact that he'll probably wake up to an empty bed.

His worries are erased when he's awoken by sun rays beaming through the broken blinds to find you still cuddled into him. Your legs have tangled through the night, bringing the two of you impossibly closer as he can't tell where he ends and you begin.

He just lays there in silence, basking in the beauty of your morning hair and soft snores. It doesn't take long for you to stir, and his heart rate spikes so quickly that he thinks he may have a heart attack.

"G'morning." You mumble, and he stays quiet not wanting to pop the bubble of paradise the two of you are in. It's not until you press a lingering kiss to his arm that he finally speaks up, unaware if you know it's him your lips are touching.

"Morning."

He feels you grin against his skin as you register his deep voice, still thick with sleep. Every second that passes feels like a bomb waiting to be detonated, ticking toward the inevitable moment that you rouse from your sleepiness enough to put the pieces together.

The other shoe never drops though, and you turn around to bury your face into his bare chest. He stiffens for a second before relaxing into you and looks down when he feels you tilt your face up to peer at him.

The confusion and anger that he was expecting are nowhere to be seen, tranquility swimming in the eyes he thought would hold fire.

"Sleep well?" You whisper, and he nods slowly; unsure if he ever actually woke up.

"Best sleep I've ever gotten."

You hum in acknowledgment, and he nearly combusts right then and there.

"Me too."

This gives him a little more confidence, the idea that you slept better with him than Rafe going straight to his head. His heart pounds in his ears, and he's sure that you can see it trying to break out of his chest like a cartoon.

"I hate to be the one to bring it up, but won't Rafe be wondering where you are?"

The words taste like acid on his tongue, and he wishes he could take them back the second they hang in the air. You let out a long sigh and prop up on your elbow to see him better.

"He's most likely waking up with his flavor of the night in a far more compromising position than this, so honestly? Probably not."

The casualty with which you say it makes JJ's stomach plummet, an air of familiarity around the statement. He doesn't press for more details, sure that it's not something you want to talk about.

"He's a fucking idiot."

He says it before he can think better of it, and is relieved when you bark out a short laugh.

"Yeah, he is."

JJ's brows pull together as he analyzes your expression, trying to decipher what's going on in your head.

"So why are you with him?"

He knows it's none of his business, but the way you seem so open compels him to ask anyway. You flop back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling, placing both hands on your stomach before turning your head to the side to look at him.

"I don't know. It just kept going on, and the longer we were together the harder it seemed to leave."

Your use of past tense catches his attention and he brushes a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Were together?"

It's only two words, yet you know exactly what he's asking.

"No way he wants anything to do with me after this. He's allowed to fuck who he wants, I'm not." You scoff. "It's kind of just the way of the kooks. There's the prim and proper trophy wife and then the side pieces that actually hold his attention. It's fucked, but it seems to work for most of them."

JJ crinkles his nose at the idea, disgusted that anyone could see you as anything other than the catch you are.

"What about you? Would you be happy with a life like that?"

You purse your lips for a moment, digesting his question before shaking your head.

"No. I'd rather be broke and in love than miserable and cushy." You answer honestly, and JJ smiles.

"Stay with me." He almost begs, any shame demolished by the mere idea of getting to hold you every night.

Your eyebrows shoot up at his forwardness, and you run a finger down his jaw while leaning in closer.

"You think you could treat me better?" You tease, but JJ's face is stoic as he replies.

"I know I could."

This elicits a real smile, the one that causes your eyes to crinkle in the corners in a way he hasn't witnessed since you started your tumultuous relationship.

"Convince me."

There's a sultriness to your voice that causes his brain to go haywire, and he glances at your lips in a silent request for permission. You answer by closing the gap between your mouths, kissing him slow and soft.

It doesn't say that way for long, quickly turning into clashing teeth and battling tongues as he takes dominance over you.

"God, you taste even better than I imagined." He sighs, licking his lips as he tastes the cherry lipgloss that somehow still stains your lips.

You moan into him when he shifts on top of you, your mouth falling open when he trails his lips down your jaw before sucking at the pulse point beneath your ear.

"Is this okay?" He stops for a moment to check in, and your only response is pressing his face back into your neck while he smirks.

You relish in the way he feels against you, the oversized t-shirt giving him easy access to where you crave him most.

He pushes your panties aside and dips a ringed finger between your folds, groaning when he feels how wet you are already.

"All this for me?" He rasps, and you nod quickly.

"I'm the luckiest motherfucker to ever walk the earth."

Your lip quirks up at his statement, your body burning hot under his gaze. You've never felt so desired, and it causes you to drip onto the sheets.

He makes quick work of your clothes, stripping you down so you're sprawled out beneath him fully nude. Under different circumstances, nerves would cause you to try and cover yourself up. You don't even consider the idea as JJ stares at you like you're a rare piece of artwork the world has never seen.

He thinks he must have died and gone to heaven as he takes in the expanse of silky flesh that's at his disposal. There's so much he wants to do, but he starts with exploring every inch of unmarked territory.

"You smell so fucking good. So soft and breathtaking."

You're a blubbering mess of moans and gasps as his lips attack anywhere they can reach, sucking amethyst bruises into your skin.

"You're so god damn stunning. The prettiest thing I've ever seen. Look at you panting and shivering when I've barely even done anything." He keens, and you arch your back to press into him.

"Patience, baby. I want to take my time with you."

You start to whine but are cut off by a moan when his lips attach to your nipple. He's slow and deliberate as he nibbles and laps at the perked mound before giving your other the same attention.

By the time he kisses down your stomach and sits in front of your heat, you're begging for some kind of relief.

"Please, JJ." You whimper, and he looks up at you with lust-blown pupils.

"God, my name sounds like the prettiest song coming from those sinful lips."

You don't have a chance to respond before his mouth wraps around your clit, and you cry out when he plunges two thick fingers into your slick. He curls his digits in the most delicious way, finding that sweet spot that sends fire down your nerves with ease.

He doesn't waste any more time teasing, aware of how desperate you are for your release. He moans into you when your walls clamp down, the vibrations nearly sending you hurtling over the edge into blinding pleasure.

He takes you in, mesmerized by the way your body glistens with a thin sheet of sweat and writhes against him. You're bucking into his face, chasing that sweet end, and his other hand rubs at his painfully hard cock through his sweatpants.

"Come for me. Let me have it all. I wanna memorize how you sound and taste." He groans, and he continues his movements as your body spasms. He lets you ride out your high and drags his tongue across you in broad stripes before moving back up to your face.

You accept his tongue eagerly, letting him explore your mouth before licking your arousal off his chin.

"Taste how sweet you are, angel?" He pants, and you nod before reattaching your lips to his.

He moves to grab a condom out of the nightstand, and you stop him to suck on his fingers.

"I'm on birth control." You assure him, and the last of his restraint disintegrates.

He rips his sweats and boxers off in one motion before positioning himself at your entrance.

"I need you now. I don't think I can make this slow and sweet." He growls, and the way you blink up at him nearly makes him bust instantly.

"Fuck me, JJ."

That's all the instruction he needs, and you release a strangled gasp when he thrusts into you. His hips clash against yours as he bottoms out, and he uses the last of his willpower to give you a moment to adjust.

You grind against him subconsciously, and he sets a brutal pace. The bed creaks as it slams against the wall, the rhythmic thumping combining with your sweet sounds to create an intoxicating melody.

He props one elbow beside your head while his other hand grabs your wrists and pins them above you. Your brain goes completely blank except for the feeling of his cock pistoning into you and the way his face contorts in pleasure.

His furrowed brows and gaping mouth bring you closer to that second release, and his head drops onto your chest when you clench around him.

"How the fuck are you so tight? God, you're gonna kill me." He strains, and your eyes roll back in your head.

He's quick to flip you onto your stomach, large hands bringing your hips to be level with his as he slides back into you. Your face presses into the bed as your fists claw at the sheets, your back arched so sharply that it brings a delightful mix of pain and pleasure.

The sound of shrill moans and strangled grunts bounce off the walls, surely alerting anyone else in the house of what's taking place but you don't care. The feeling of him inside of you combined with his bruising grip is enough to drive you mad, and it makes you delirious in the best way.

"You're taking me so fucking well. Like this pussy was made for me."

You whimper at the lewd praise and his hand comes down on your ass in a sharp slap as your thighs quiver.

"You gonna be a good girl and come on my cock, baby? Soak me and these sheets? Come on, make a mess. Make me proud."

Stars erupt behind your eyelids as white-hot pleasure surges through every square inch of your body, your muscles contracting as your second orgasm rips through you violently. You feel JJ become more erratic behind you, a broken moan tearing from his lips as he coats your walls with hot ribbons of cum.

He slowly comes to a stop, both of you disheveled with tangled hair and flushed skin as you try to catch your breath. You collapse as soon as he relinquishes his hold, and he gently pulls you into his chest and hikes your leg over his waist while you wait for the feeling to come back to your limbs.

"Holy shit." You mutter, and he chuckles before nodding in agreement.

"Was that enough to persuade you?" He jests, and you give him a lazy fucked out smile while he rubs his thumb along your thigh absentmindedly.

"Hm, I don't know. Might take a little more to really seal the deal."

JJ licks a stripe along your cheek playfully as you giggle before dropping his mouth to your ear.

"That's just the beginning."

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spatialwave · 14 days

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(smutty drabble lol. Definitely NSFW)

So obviously Angus doesn't have much experience being a munch but once he learns with you, oh lord get ready.

Forget about wearing skirts in front of him cuz he won't give you a moment's peace. He'll be trying to get it at the movies, the back shelves of the library, hell even when your parents step out of the room after Sunday dinner. He has a fever and the only known cure is making you cum.

Don't get me wrong he loves fucking you or having you ride him, your tits bouncing in his face. But there's something else that really gets him going, how you gasp his name when he slides his fingers inside or the way you grab his curls when you're sitting on his face

hehehe, thank you for sending. i think we all deserve a little smutty angus tully drabble in our lives!

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part 1… to be continued?

notes: nsfw. college au. 18+ characters.

getting ready for classes in the morning was one of—if not the—most important tasks of your day. you hadn’t cared an ounce about how other students perceived you, it had nothing to do with having perfectly curled hair or plump, red lips. it revolved around one thing, what you chose to wear and how that affected your boyfriend.

since you had started dating angus tully, going several months strong, the two of you had eagerly explored each other’s bodies. you two followed your hormonal urges and taught each other so many things—what made you whine in pleasure or what had you shaking and crying, begging for more. it was a glorious time of your life, growing used to pulling the tall boy into your dorm room and fucking between classes, his cock buried into the back of your throat or deep inside your pussy.

you spent countless hours every night learning what made angus squirm, how his hips twitched when you’d rub your thumb over the tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum that leaked out. you hadn’t been prepared for his own enthusiasm, watching anxiously with half-lidded eyes as he kissed down your stomach until he lifted your skirt and pulled your panties aside.

he was slow and meticulous, perhaps a bit unsure, eventually finding your clit and letting his tongue circle the nub slowly—quicker, seeing how that made you react. he licked you up and down slowly, completely tasting and drinking you in, those big brown eyes of his not breaking as he learned every inch of your body.

it took him a couple times of eating you out to be confident in his abilities, successfully making you cum for the first time and watching in awe as your pussy tightened around his fingers as he lapped at your swollen clit. it was addicting, to feel your thighs squeezing around his head, your hands gripping at his curls as your voice cracked when moaning out his name. it was his favourite pastime.

today, you decided to wear a skirt. you knew the implications of your decisions as you hiked it up just an inch or two higher and smoothed down the blouse you tucked into it. you were content, smiling to yourself in the mirror as you wondered where your boyfriend would first find you.

these days were the best because you’d find yourself already so goddamn horny as you walked through campus, anticipating seeing angus. it was late thursday morning, which meant angus had didn’t have class until one o’clock. you ventured to the library, one of the few places you’d usually find him—and when you did, you didn’t bother getting his attention.

he sat at one of the desks in the centre of the library where it held the most traffic, his brows furrowed as he scoured an encyclopedia and scribbled away at a piece of paper. a final essay, no doubt. what a shame that he would soon be forgetting all of what he’d just read.

it was always like a game to you, finding angus in a sea of students and wondering how long it would take for him to spot you. you stood at one of the bookshelves that were near the seating area, right at the end as you pretended to look over the textbooks. medical textbooks, far from your own degree of interest, but your intent was to get up on your tiptoes and reach for something—your skirt riding up.

a quick glance over your shoulder, angus’ face still tilted down and fixated on the words of his text. with furrowed brows and a slight huff, you purposefully knocked one of the textbooks onto the ground. the loud noise startled many students, including your boyfriend.

you made eye contact for a brief moment, only for you to spin around quickly and pick up the book, bending over. your skin felt hot now that you knew his eyes were on you. staring at you with desire, undressing you, all while you’re turned away from him and trying to get your breathing under control.

slowly, you slip the textbook back up into its slot, taking one more shy look over your shoulder. you watched angus as he closed his books, shoving them hastily into his book bag and you took this as a sign to make way for a deserted area. your heart thumped hard in your chest as you absently smoothed down your skirt while you walked, drifting further and further into the depths of the library.

to ease the anticipation and ground yourself in the moment, you lifted a hand so your fingers grazed the spines of each book you passed by. you hadn’t seen any students in this area yet, only feeling the presence of angus turning into the aisle behind you.

“hey,” he called out, keeping his voice quiet, but you could hear the hunger in his voice. you slowed your steps, feeling his hand wrap around your wrist and within a few short moments your back was pressed against the shelf and his lips were against yours.

you moaned easily into his mouth, your lips parting almost immediately as you slid your arms around his neck and tugged on his curls with your hands, “do you like the skirt?” you mumbled messily against his lips, gasping as he pressed his thigh between your legs so you could rub against him to your heart’s desire. you needed the friction—badly.

“what do you think?” he chuckled lowly as his lips pulled away from yours, trailing down your jaw and to your neck. he nipped at the skin and sucked, leaving one or two marks near the collar of your blouse that would leave you wearing turtlenecks for the next few days, “fuck, i need you here,” he breathed, groaning as his hands fell to your hips and helped you roll and grind against his thigh.

“please,” you whimpered quietly, having to reach a hand to cover your mouth as angus kissed down your neck then dropped to his knees in front of you. the sight of this alone made you squirm, feeling the wetness build in your panties—ones you almost didn’t wear today.

angus took a quick look around before he lifted up your skirt, licking his lips as he partially tucked it up into the waistband so the fabric wouldn’t fall in his face. he preferred to be able to look up at you when he ate you out.

“these are my favourite ones,” he murmured in a praise-like tone, his fingers reaching up and tugging aside the black, lacy panties that covered your aching cunt.

his hot breath against you made your jaw go slack and a shiver send up your spine. you’d been in this position countless of times, legs spread and arms clutching to the nearest surfaces to keep you held up. thighs quivering and knees feeling like they could give out any second, with angus between them.

you looked down at him, biting hard on your bottom lip as his tongue circled your clit painstakingly slow—wanting to see you become a puddle because of him.

taking a quick look around and sensing no one else, you allowed yourself to let out the quietest whimper as you rolled your pussy along his mouth. he loved when you did that, fucking yourself on his tongue as he flattened it and tasted your juices, pushing it inside you. one hand lifting your right thigh, pulling it over his left shoulder, the other hand teasing your wet folds.

“angus,” you whimpered as he kept his slow movements, savouring you like a delicious meal as one of his fingers teased your entrance. you both knew you didn’t have the luxury of time, but he couldn’t help but tease you and wait for you to beg, “please.” you breathed, needing more from him. needing to be devoured, “please.”

satisfied, angus pushed two fingers into you, giving you the stretch and fullness that you desired. your head fell back and hit the books behind you, hands gripping tighter on the shelves as his fingers fucked you well and he sucked at your sensitive, swollen clit.

not once did he remove his eyes from you, watching as you had to try keep your voice down, breathing his name out as his fingers curled inside you and pressed against your g-spot, nearly making you scream out his name. he knew every part of you and you fucking loved him for that.

one hand flew down to his wild hair, tugging on his curls as you started to fuck yourself on his fingers, his mouth and chin wet from the way he abused your cunt that was growing tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers. he inserted a third, moaning filthily against you when you tugged harder on his hair, closing your eyes shut.

“cum for me,” he told you, pulling his mouth away for a moment so he could command you, “look at me.”

you opened your eyes obediently, looking at him as he smiled up at you. he loved when you looked so disheveled and fucked into euphoria, eyes half-lidded, lips parted and breathing heavy.

he returned his mouth to you, not easing you back into it. his tongue flicked at your clit, sucking on it and lapping at the folds while three of his fingers pummelled deep into your pussy.

that was enough to make your abdomen tighten, the heat inside you snapping when he curled his fingers again and left you shaking. your hips twitched and thighs tensed up as you moaned—quite a bit louder than you should’ve. your orgasm washed over you and left your clit pulsing under the touch of his tongue, wetting his fingers and face as your rocked yourself to completion.

if there was one thing angus loved, it was seeing how hot you looked when you came all over his face.

you felt the smile on his lips as your body slowed and your hushed whimpers came to a standstill, his fingers eventually pulling out of you and removing his mouth. he made sure to slip your panties back into place and untuck your skirt so it covered you up, like nothing ever happened.

through laboured breaths, you watched as angus stood up, smirking as he wiped his mouth and chin, brown eyes watching you recover. all you could do was give him a lazy, tired smile as you leaned all of your weight back onto the shelves.

“are you going to your afternoon class?” you breathed the question out quietly, batting your lashes as you lifted a hand up to his jaw, caressing him.

“fuck no,” he chuckled, wrapping his hand around your wrist and tugging you out of the library and to his dorm.

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somber-sapphic · 10 months

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If You Can't Handle The Heat

〖Notes: I wrote this because I almost passed out yesterday. Oops. Also, it's been years since I played baseball so please excuse me if I messed up on any rules. Also pt 2 I'm writing this at 2 am so it's probably not great.〗

〖Summary: You and the heat are not the best of friends.〗

〖Word Count: 1296 〗

〖Pairing: wandanat x reader〗

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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

For some damn reason, Steve had decided that the Avengers needed to bond. Maybe it had been the mild infighting, or the fact that you had thrown a metal pot at Tony’s head (he deserved it) but he had declared it, and Tony, still nursing a minor head injury, had agreed. For the ‘bonding experience,’ the men had chosen baseball.

Why baseball? Who knows. Perhaps it was the overly American of the sport nature which Steve thrived on, it could also have had something to do with Tony’s wish to wack something with a bat. In all reality, it didn’t matter. What mattered was that now you all had to play the game and you were cooking in the sun.

The day wasn’t going to get a record for heat or anything, it was only about 80°F but you weren’t drinking enough water and the temperature was getting to you.

You had never been particularly good at handling hot temperatures, but you had hoped it wouldn’t be an issue. In your mind, you should be able to handle it. Everyone else was fine, Steve still even had his shirt on. They were all sweating lightly, but no one looked as uncomfortable as you felt. In fact, they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

You stood up and took a sharp breath, blinking rapidly to keep yourself from falling over. You leaned against a tree and Wanda touched the back of your thigh, giving you a concerned look. Her beautiful chocolate eyes sparkled in the sun, hinting at the wisdom and mystery behind the orbs. You just smiled, trying to assure her that everything was okay.

Wanda was the only one who wasn’t playing, she had flat-out refused. There was just no arguing with the witch when she had made up her mind, and the look on her face when she had said that she was ‘not playing this stupid American game’ she meant it. She would not be participating.

So instead, the beautiful witch was sitting on a picnic blanket guarding the waters and keeping score. She would cheer whenever a ball got hit, but she didn’t seem to be paying much attention. No one really minded, they had all gotten into the game.

Natasha was ahead of you to bat, muttering to herself about how she was going to kick everyone’s asses and other such obscenities. To be fair, she had the highest batting average according to Wanda’s surprisingly detailed piece of paper.

It was a surprise when she only made a single, hitting the ball almost directly back into Bruce’s mitt. Her annoyance was clear in the way that she glared at the ground, and you, expression that of pure rage. Your girlfriend didn’t handle losing well. That’s why she didn’t lose.

You pulled yourself up to the plate, picking up the bat with heavy limbs. It felt like it weighed a million pounds, the leather grip hot in your hands. You settled into your position, hands choked up on the bat while you stared at Bruce who was ready to throw the ball.

It felt like the world was moving in slow motion as if you were swimming through a pool of corn syrup every muscle working overtime to go at half of the speed.

You put every ounce of force behind your swing and the ball connected with a loud crack. Natasha’s face lit up and she turned to run as you threw the bat, springing forward with your eyes set on first base.

You had barely made it three steps in when your entire body began to tingle. The feeling of a thousand ants crawling across your skin wasn't enough, it came with incredible fatigue and the loss of vision around the edges. You could feel yourself losing consciousness, but you continued to run, desperate to keep your teams lead.

As you rounded first base, your limbs turned to jelly, and the darkness in the corners of your eyes became a haze that engulfed everything you could see.

You knew that you were slowing down, but you tried to continue forward, even as your knees buckled and your head bounced against the sand of the baseball diamond. It was only when you found yourself fully splayed out on the ground did you realize that you were falling unconscious.

Your vision continued to dim as cries of your name filled your tinny ears. Oh well, you had given it your best shot. Now at least you could get out of the heat.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Hey, there she is. Open those eyes, pretty girl.” A soft voice coaxed, pulling you out of stuffy darkness. You whined softly and wrinkled your nose, an overwhelming sense of cold suddenly washing over you. Why were you so cold? It wasn’t bad, it wasn’t overly uncomfortable, just cold.

Determined to discover the source of the inherent lack of heat, you opened your eyes to find yourself staring up at a terrified-looking Wanda and Natasha who was clearly trying to mask her worry. She wasn’t doing very well.

“Mmm…” You groaned, your entire body aching in protest. Everything hurt, even your eyelids hurt. Parts of your body that you weren’t aware existed hurt. Your ears throbbed, increasing the pain in your throbbing head.

“Hi Y/n, do you remember what happened?” Natasha asked gently, reaching over to card her fingers through your damp hair.

“Why’m’I wet?” You slurred, too tired to move enough to sit up or rollover. Your body was actively working against you and you really weren’t enjoying it. Not that anyone would, but it was particularly frustrating for someone who always needed to be in control.

“You had a temperature of 106°F, you passed out. We got you to medical and put you in an ice bath to cool you back down. Baby, you really scared us.” Wanda whispered, her voice breaking slightly on her emotion. Natasha was blinking back tears, sniffling quietly as she tried to pretend like she wasn’t about to break down.

Now that it had been mentioned, you recognized the medbay. There was an IV in your arm, presumably administering fluids, and you were most definitely not in your bed. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t your room.

“Why do’I feel like I got h’t by a bus?” You mumbled, already ready to go back to sleep. You simply had no energy.

“Well, heatstroke tends to do that. You could’ve died. You keep almost dying, do you know how scary that is?” Natasha demanded, shifting onto the cot so that she was spooning you. It had apparently been determined that you had cooled down enough to be cuddled.

“Mhm.” You grunted, too tired to say anything. You reached out with a limp arm and fumbled for Wanda, pulling her over so that she was on your other side.

“This is serious, we can’t just brush past it! You have to take care of yourself, it’s getting dangerous!” The witch insisted, laying stiffly beside you. It wasn’t like she was wrong, it was just that you didn’t care enough. You could care later when it didn’t feel like you had been burnt alive and rehydrated.

“Wands, just let her rest for now. We’ll talk about it in the morning.” Natasha sighed, reaching across you to lay a hand on her waist. She hummed her disapproval but relaxed and laid her head against your chest.

You heard the redhead say something about having a few more hours left until something, but you were already falling asleep. It didn’t matter anyways, they’d take care of it. For now, you’d just sleep. Sleep, and figure out what was going on later. Wanda and Natasha would make sure that everything happened as it was supposed to, they always did.

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romeulusroy · 11 months

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Being Connors Favorite Sibling Would Include:

Requested: could I request something with Connor and Roy!sibling? headcanons, a fic, literally anything I'm in love with their relationship and how much they love each other. I think a little sibling that loves Connor the way he deserves would be so good for him - anon

A/N: I love Big Brother Connor!!! He deserves the world 💞 Thank you for requesting my love! Hope you like it!! Feedback is always appreciated!!!! 💜

Connor was ecstatic the day you were born. He thought he was done being a big brother, that his job was kinda done. Ken, Rome, and Shiv were grown up, they didn't think they'd need him anymore. Little did he know that you would be the closest to him out of everyone, that you would need him the most

Being a big brother is his favorite job in the world. He wasn't sure what being loved, really loved, felt like until Kendall was born. From the minute he could crawl, he followed Connor wherever he wanted. So did Roman. And when Shiv was born, he couldn't believe it. He'd always wanted a sister and now he had one. She was absolutely perfect

But you? You were his everything. Neither your mother or your father were all that interested, so the responsibility fell on him, not that he would ever complain. He loved it, even when you spit up on him. The other three were grossed out, hating to change diapers and getting annoyed with your crying, but he was more than happy to calm you down, sit with you, rock you back and forth, etc.

Your first words were his name, too, which almost killed him. Seriously, he still brings it up, he's so proud

He loved watching you grow into a toddler. You were a lot more fun. You could walk and talk and play. You loved when he got on the floor with you and played with you. He even dressed up with you when he wanted to play pretend, though mostly he was too tall for the costumes, so he made do with the hats and accessories instead

"Connor?"

"Yes y/n?"

"Why is the sky blue?"

"That's a good question. . ."

He takes you to preschool every day and tries to be there at pickup as much as he can. He loves to hear about your day, what you learned, who you talked to, what you played with, the snacks you ate, etc. He only gets more interested the older you get, when you learn about the planets and dinosaurs and you read all these interesting books. When school started, he was sad to see you go. You'd been his little buddy and suddenly you were all grown up

Every presentation, award, musical, play, game, show, everything he showed up for, front row with his phone out recording, cheering the loudest

He takes you camping, to the park and the movies, wherever you want to go. He thinks it's good for you to get out of the city

"Why doesn't dad ever come with us?"

"Pops is a very busy man. . ."

Connor is constantly sticking up Logan despite the fact that he's never really shown an ounce of love or attention towards either of you. He wants to protect you from that unloved feeling. He needs to, like he has with your siblings

No matter how small it seemed to you, it meant the world to him. Eventually you stopped inviting your mother and father, going straight to him. He'd tell the president to fuck off if it meant he got to spend a second more with you

He helped you with homework, staying up late at the kitchen table going over the same math problem again and again. He never got mad or frustrated, though. He'd take as long as you needed

You could do no wrong in his eyes. When you fought with Ken, when you argued with Shiv, when you pushed Rome, none of it was your fault. None of them could stand it

When you cried he was the first person you went to. When you got your heart broken for the first time, when you wondered why your parents even had you if they were never around, when you had nightmares as a child and when your worst fears came true, you cried to him

The older you got, the more distance you put between you and him. Kids strayed from their parents once they became teenagers, that's just how it worked. Still, he felt unprepared for the days when you wouldn't need him so much

He taught you how to drive and study with you before your test. You weren't very good, but you had no idea. He was ecstatic when you parallel parked the first time. He made you feel proud, even if at first it felt silly

He was there when you walked across the stage for your diploma for both high school and college, cheering the loudest. He made a rule that you'd call him once a week in college and you never missed it, not even once. You'd tell him about your friends, the parties you went to, to the people you were seeing. He wanted to hear everything

Everything you've accomplished, he couldn't be prouder

You go to his ranch as much as you can, enjoying the distance between you and your father. The older you get, the more you realize how he was never in your life and how much Connor was. It makes you sad, thinking he had to step up, take responsibility for his baby sibling. He is adamant that raising you was a pleasure, the best thing he's ever done

He has pictures of you everywhere. Of the others too, but mostly of you. You can't help but find them embarrassing

"I look like an idiot."

"You were adorable." He looks at them every single day, proud as ever

He visits you in the office, taking you out for lunch when he's in the city. He's the only one who doesn't work for your father, but he likes hearing about it from you. He can't believe how grown up you are, how adult you've suddenly gotten. It seems like just yesterday they brought you home. Now you had meetings and deadlines and your own interns to boss around

"Look at you, all grown up. I can't believe it!"

He's the first person you call when anything happens. When Kendall's gone manic, when Dad hits Rome, when Shiv seems off, when you're getting a promotion, a first date, anything and everything. He's always there to offer advice on how to handle the situation. He's been dealing with them far longer than you have

You show him how to use social media so he can see the pictures you post, not wanting to miss out on anything. There are lots of pictures of you and him together

"Who's that?"

"I'm kinda seeing them."

"That's wonderful! When do I get to meet them?"

Forget your mother and father, it's Connor you're worried about when you're seeing someone. They're never good enough for you. He quizzes them on everything, bordering on an interrogation. In the end, no matter what he thinks of them, he's happy you've found someone that makes you happy

You and him go on double dates with your partner and Willa, who adores you. She lovingly calls you Connors Baby. She's glad someone else loves him like he should be, instead of being used and ignored and neglected like the rest do

You're one of the most well-rounded, healthy, adjusted Roys to come out of the family, or as close as you can get, because of him

He always sits by you at family dinners and vacations, between you and Logan, hoping he can be the target for his anger if need be

When you drink too much he takes care of you, especially at weddings, and always saves a dance for you at the end of the night

"Thank you, Con."

"For what?"

"For everything."

You care very little for your father, but when he dies Connor is right there offering comfort. You were never close to him. You never got the chance to build a relationship with him, no matter how warped, like the others. Connor was your dad, you thought so for the longest time when you were little, your fathers day cards addressed to him instead of Logan. You're sad for your siblings who loved him despite it all

You're the only one to attend Connors wedding, cheering and clapping when they kiss. You wouldn't have missed it for anything

Connor has spent your entire life protecting you and for that, you will always be grateful. It's something you can never repay

#requested #headcanon #connor roy #connor roy imagine #connor roy headcanon #succession #succession imagine #succession headcanon

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realm-of-rosie · 1 year

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💭 one sided regrets !!

[ angst, no comfort, red flag characters + emotionally constipated characters, toxic relation / situation-ships, break-ups no make-ups, arguing ]

i. genshin impact [ dottore, alhaitham, scaramouche, and the ways they wished it wasn't like this. ]

ii. angst with no comfort

iii. blog rules | masterlist

iv. i do not stan this level of toxic in real life relationships 😭 *crushes on red flags and red flags only irl*

[ dottore ]

"come on pet," his voice sends a shiver down your spine and not in a good way, "don't you want to make me happy?"

you twist your head to face the man that had his head on your shoulder, his hands dangling a vial of a luminescent liquid in front of your face, and with tears in your eyes, you shake your head, "not like this dottore,"

the Doctor frowns, curling his fingers around the vial and turning his back to you, "what a shame, and here i thought you would do anything for me because you loved me, i suppose i was wrong,"

"i do love you!" you insist.

"and yet you won't do this small thing for me, a little favor for your friend, is that not normal?"

"of course it's normal-"

"and you won't do it? is it not ok for me to ask you-"

"of course it's ok!" you scoff, stomping closer to him, "and it was fine the first few times ok? because you're my friend! but now..." you sigh, breaking eye contact, "this -" you gesture between the both of you "- isn't healthy,"

"and why is that?" he pulls off his mask to reveal his face, eyebrow raised, "why isn't this healthy?"

"you know how i feel about you," your lip quivers, "you know that i admire you in ways that exceed friendship, that i love you, and i know that you don't love me and yet i would do anything if it means i get to be with you, but..."

"but what?" dottore grips your chin, forcing you to look at him, his lips an inch away from yours, "whatever is the matter pet? why do you think i don't love you?"

"don't do that,"

"do what?"

"make me feel guilty,"

"i'm not doing anything,"

you exhale sharply, pulling your face from his grasp, "no," you shake your head, backing away from him, "this isn't ok, ok? if we're truly friends, then this isn't a friendship i want. i don't want a friendship - or relationship of any kind - that i have to second-guess where i stand in the relationship, i don't deserve to walk around eggshells when i'm with you because i don't know if you'll treat me like i'm a fragile little thing or if you'll pretend i'm not there!"

"darling, you're being irrational-"

"stop it," you hiss as you wipe the tears of frustration trickling down your face, "stop this game you're playing, because i don't want to play it anymore,"

dottore only watches as you rush out of the cold darkened room he calls his laboratory, a smirk playing on his lips as he slipped on his mask because he knew you'd come crawling back to him. a small part of his heart - or whatever was left of it, if anything - tugged at him, saying what if you didn't come back anymore, and he frowns.

of course you'd come back, you just had to.

[ alhaitham ]

"oh, so now you want to listen to what i have to say? when i'm about to walk out of the door and out of your life?"

"you never talk to me otherwise!"

"excuse me?" you seethe, turning around to harshly jab your finger in his chest, "you never listen,"

"i do listen-"

"liar," you spit angrily, voice shaky, body trembling from the anger building and building up inside you, eyes welling up with tears. at that moment, you didn't care if you looked pathetic, in your mind, how you looked now was incomparable how you looked when you would chase after him, silently begging for even just an ounce of his attention only to be disappointed beyond belief when he once again said no. no amount of wishing pleading to him or to the archons would make him as much as glance at you.

alhaitham, on the other hand, stands still, shocked as he watches you release every bit of frustration collected over the months of your relationship, his hands twitched to find purchase on your shoulder to at least attempt to comfort you but you recoiled from his touch. but he is a stubborn man, and he still tried to reach for you despite how you tried to add distance between you both. however he did stop when he heard you speak again.

"i hate you," you sniffle, "i hate how you make me feel,"

as he soaked in the words, feeling them sink deep into his bones, wounding tightly around his heart, he didn't stop you from walking out of the door.

[ scaramouche ]

"loving you," you inhale sharply, shaking your head, "hurts,"

scaramouche stares at you blankly.

"loving you wasn't hard because you know what? it wasn't hard to find something to love about you because i love everything about you, and i sure as hell don't regret loving you but it hurts so fucking much,"

"what are you blabbing on about now?" he drawls, perfectly masking how he truly felt inside.

to you, how he never knew that you truly, genuinely loved him remained a mystery to you, but if the man did know, well, he was doing a perfectly wonderful job of acting as though he didn't care at all.

truth be told, he did know, he just didn't believe it.

you shook your head with a smile of disbelief, your lips pursed together, "you wouldn't believe me if i told you,"

"well, you brought it up, might as well spit it out," he turns back to face the city of inazuma as the homes scattered across ritou light up under the setting sun.

it's quiet after that, save for the crickets chirping somewhere in the shrubbery surrounding you both.

"are you going to say something or not?" the irritation evident in scaramouche's voice.

"i..." you stare longingly at his back and your mind is overloaded with all the possibilities that could come following your confession, "i love you, scaramouche,"

again, the crickets fill the air between you both.

"no, you don't," he says quietly, uncharacteristic for him.

"see," you huff, a smidge of frustration escaping in the tone you had, "i told you you wouldn't believe me,"

"instead of chastising me, blame yourself for bringing it up in the first place," scaramouche twirls around to face you, glaring harshly and you stumble backwards, "so what if you love me? do you really think i'm capable of loving? of loving...you?"

something in his eyes change as he says you, and the way he says it sounds almost painful. was it pain? disgust? despair? there was truely no way to find out.

"don't follow me," he says quietly, so quietly that you almost missed it, and there was nothing else you could do but whisper a goodbye into the wind, hoping that the breeze would carry it safely to him.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact angst #genshin angst #dottore x reader #scaramouche x reader #balladeer x reader #al haitam x reader #alhaitham x reader

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hanjisick · 2 years

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— AMERICANO

order #2 of the coffee shop series: an americano

ingredients. barista!minho x y/n. strangers to lovers. disgustingly fluffy at some points. ballroom dancing in the kitchen at 10 pm. whoops i wrote a little too much more than i wanted for this

size. 3k

allergies. contains: makeouts

special add ons. hard working and quiet, the new employee stood out compared to the rest of the boys, but he seemed little fond over the regular who brought her cat along.

“she’s a regular,” chan pointed out, “she comes around ten every morning, always takes an americano and a muffin for breakfast.”

the new face nodded slowly, storing the information away in his brain.

chan’s eyes darted to the floor beneath you for a brief moment, “where’s she at today?”

“she wouldn’t get up. i think i’ll go get her in the evening if i stay that late.”

he nodded in understanding, “hopefully minho will get to meet her. usual?”

“that depends. do i get the best friend discount?”

“since you showed up to card game night, i think you pass. what do you think, minho? does she deserve it?”

your gaze fell upon him, the corners of his lips curling slightly upwards in a teasing smile, “no.”

chan swatted his shoulder before his attention was pulled away abruptly by a customer. he gave minho a look that silently said, ‘you can take it from here’.

leaving you with the new guy— minho. he didn’t even try to fill the silence with a conversation, ringing you up as quickly as possible.

right as you shuffled through your tote bag to find your wallet, minho finally spoke up. “it’ll be free today.”

“what do you mean?”

“best friend discount,” he shrugged, turning away suddenly in favor of preparing your americano.

the interaction was far from your usual experience with the baristas, but you chose to shrug it off, taking a seat at your usual table in the back.

“good morning y/n,” seungmin delivered your coffee and muffin, “what’re you working on today?“

“emails,” you huffed, bringing the bitter drink to your lips.

“you got this, it’s a great day to be productive!” seungmin never failed to brighten your day, just as every worker did.

you were so fond of the seven boys’ positivity and kindness, but you couldn’t help turning your head to watch the boy with messy brown hair. you weren’t too sure about that one.

his aura was something different from the rest. unlike chan and seungmin’s cheery smiles and laughter, taking the time to chat with every customer, he dedicated every ounce of concentration to preparing a latte with furrowed brows.

he didn’t speak unless prompted by chan, and it was almost like the rest of the shop didn’t exist to him.

these thoughts led you to ask yourself: why did chan hire minho? he didn’t just hire anybody. every worker was social, almost overwhelmingly optimistic— and extremely attractive.

while minho certainly was easy to look at, he didn’t seem to fit the other two categories.

your thoughts were cut off when he glanced in your direction, eyes darting back to your computer screen.

in the end, it didn’t matter. you were sure he had his reasons. it was still the same coffee shop as it had always been, and you still got to start your day with a warm americano.

“felix, i’m leaving!” you called out, arms opening in anticipation for one of his famous warm hugs.

he quickly finished pouring another glass of water, setting down the cup a little too harshly as you run in your direction.

you almost fell over when he came crashing into you, his big sweater clinging around you in a tight embrace, “just for now or will you be back later?”

letting out a small laugh, he began to rock you, resting his head on your shoulder. by now, every familiar customer knew about felix being a cuddle bug, always open to a good, long hug no matter the circumstances.

“it’s almost snickers’ dinner time, she’ll tear apart the house if she gets hungry. i might be back. who’s working this evening?”

felix pulled away, “jisung, chan, and minho. jisung’s been groaning about not having the shop to himself tonight.”

“sounds like him.“

“chan is working minho’s ass off, he gets off at nine tonight.“

“i think i might come back then,” you contemplated, “only after snickers eats.”

you waved goodbye to the baristas. chan gave you a big smile before shaking minho’s shoulder and pointing in your direction. he looked up at you and waved as well before going back to cleaning the counter.

with a sigh, you stepped outside, the streets eerily quiet compared to the chatter inside the shop. as you walked home, you could still faintly hear the sound of soft music in your head.

“snickers! i’m home!” you called out, your cat stalking up to you and rubbing herself against your leg.

crouching down to scratch her ears, she looked up at you with wide eyes, purring softly.

“i bet you’re hungry.” you set your bag down on the countertop and reached into the cabinet to grab her food.

she meowed loudly as if she were agreeing with you, following you around and almost tripping you over quite a few times with how close she was.

“i can’t feed you if you make me fall on my face.”

you were ignored completely once snickers had her food in front of her, leaving her to eat in peace as you sank onto your mattress.

mindlessly, you opened instagram to see if anyone had posted anything yet.

a familiar face popped up on your screen, ‘welcome lee minho to our yellow wood family!’ the caption read, a picture of chan with his arms wrapped tightly around the guy.

curiously, you tapped on the photo to see the tag, leading to minho’s account. there wasn’t a single post, only his profile picture, giving the same sly smile when he told you that you weren’t allowed to have the best friend discount.

“cat dad, dancer, barista.” his bio read.

before you could click on the posts he was tagged in, snickers was on top of your stomach for attention.

with a sigh, you set down your phone, sitting up to give her pets. “do you wanna go to get coffee with me?”

she let out a mew, swatting at your hand playfully. snickers had gone with you quite a few times. the shop allowed pets inside as long as they were well trained, even the baristas brought their dogs sometimes.

snickers got along with other animals quite well and loved attention, so everyone seemed to love her enough to ask for you to bring her around— and you could never say no to the sweet boys' pleas.

“i’m back,” you sang out, comfortable enough to shout when the store was empty.

snickers jumped from your arms as chan clapped his hands together, trying to persuade the cat to come towards him first.

she strode over in his direction, her tail swaying back and forth, “come here snickers! what a good girl! come to me!”

chan’s face dropped though when she walked right past him, immediately interested in somebody else.

minho’s attention fell to the purring cat rubbing against his leg, and you swore that you could never see somebody like him light up so quickly.

he squatted to the ground, letting her sniff his hand, “hi there!”

you were just as shocked as chan, watching in silence as he made conversation with your cat.

“what’s your name?” mew. “mm! i’m minho. it’s great to meet you.” mew.

arms folding, you couldn’t help but smile, getting closer to get a better look, “why didn’t you treat me the same way you’re treating her right now?”

minho looked up at you, “you aren’t as cute.”

“lee minho!” chan scolded lightly, “that’s not how we treat our customers.”

“do you have any treats for her?” he chose to ignore chan’s words.

“no, not with me.”

she jumped into minho’s lap, pawing at his face as he let out a soft giggle.

“she must really like you, she only ever does that with me.” crouching down next to him, you gave her chin scratches. she let out heavy purrs at all of the affection, rubbing against minho’s chest.

maybe you could understand why chan had hired him.

ring.

“welcome in!” chan chirped, giving minho a look that made him jump up, but not before he gave your cat a kiss on the head.

“come on snickers, mom has to work!”

she followed you to the table and took a seat on your lap, deciding that it would be a great time to take a nap. a nap sounded lovely.

minho shook your shoulder, pulling away as you groaned.

“chan wanted me to wake you up when i got off.”

you lifted your head off the table, mind hazy with sleep. “what time is it?”

“it’s nine twenty.”

“nine? god, it’s late!”

“that’s why chan wanted me to wake you up.”

“where did snickers go?” you shut your laptop, which was already a blank screen, and shoved it into your bag.

“she got off of you a while ago, she’s been following me around the shop. i think she’s my new best friend.”

“that’s adorable,” you met minho’s gaze for a brief moment, watching his face soften slightly.

“you think so?”

with a hum of agreement, you stood up and adjusted your shirt, suddenly feeling a little self-conscious from his stare.

after finding snickers and gathering her in your arms, you waved goodbye to jisung and chan, who were already busy with the evening customers.

minho held the door open for you, following you out and leaving to his car. he stood for a moment watching you, wondering where you were going once you left the strip mall.

when it clicked that you were walking home, he decided to chase after you.

you turned around in surprise at his yelling, waiting for him to catch up.

“why are you walking home? this late at night?” minho gasped, out of breath from catching up to you.

you shrugged, “snickers doesn’t mind, she likes the walk. my apartment isn’t far.”

“but it’s dangerous! nobody can see you and it’s dark— this neighborhood isn’t the best, you know,” he scolded almost awkwardly, making you let out a breathy chuckle.

“i do it all the time. how do you think i got here?”

“none of the boys ever offer you a ride home?”

his worry made your heart flutter a bit, you didn’t expect him to be this caring.

“let me drive you home at least, and try not to stay as late next time.”

the offer took you by surprise. “are you sure?”

“she must be tired,” minho pointed towards his feet where your cat was sitting, “she’s met so many new people today.”

you took a moment to contemplate. “you do have a point there.”

the barista scooped your cat up, cooing quietly at the way she slumped into his arms. he left you no choice but to follow him as he walked towards his car with your cat.

“do you always take girls home when you see them walking alone at night?” you asked, watching him set your cat down gently into the backseat.

he scratched her ears as she stretched her paw out, getting comfortable in the seat, “no, just an excuse to hang out with her longer.”

“of course, it was all for my cat, wasn’t it?”

he shut the car door with no answer, leaving you to huff when he started the car.

for a moment after you put the directions into his phone, there was silence. you soon understood that there wasn’t going to be a conversation unless you made one.

“aren’t you tired? it’s your first day of work and you seem fine enough to drive me home this late.”

“i wasn’t going to let you walk home in the dark even if i was tired.”

“you mean you weren’t going to let my cat walk home in the dark,” you scoffed, following the comment with a smile.

“i’m not heartless, you know.”

“you gotta prove it. what’re you like? i don’t know anything about you.”

“well,” a hand carded through his hair, “i have three cats at home. soonie, doongie, dori.”

“do you have any hobbies?”

“i like to cook, sleep, and i dance. i watch a lot of movies and read books,” he listed.

“you dance? are you any better than felix?”

“of course i’m better than felix! hyunjin too! i could win against them in a dance battle any day!”

a smile slowly crept onto your face at his lighthearted annoyance, “again, you gotta prove it. i’ve ballroom danced with felix around the café before.”

he parked the car. “ballroom isn’t my style.”

“it isn’t his either, but he’s still a good dancer.”

minho scoffed, following you out of the car, “do you know anything about dancing?”

“i know that in my mind as of right now, felix is a better dancer,” you picked up the cat and gave her a few kisses in apology for waking her up.

“he isn’t!” minho was getting heated, stalking behind you up the stairs.

your smirk only grew, no plan of stopping the teasing until he showed you himself, “he’s actually quite magnificent— his dancing comes very natural. if i didn’t know him, i’d think he was a professional.”

your cat jumped out of your arms at the door, ready to be let inside. turning the knob, you looked back to find minho with his arms folded, letting out a childish huff.

“are you gonna keep going?”

“i might if you don’t come inside and show me.”

“i need music though.”

you shut the door behind him, opening your music app with a snort. you didn’t think you’d be searching for classical music tonight.

nonetheless, you turned your volume up and set it on the kitchen counter.

“i need some sort of light.” minho stood behind you with his arms still crossed, not wanting to acknowledge the way his heart seemed to be beating out of his chest.

“jeez, i’m getting to it. stop complaining so much,” you turned on the microwave light.

when you finally turned to face minho up close, you got a good look at his features. the dim light only amplified his glowing skin and sharp jawline.

“you have pretty eyelashes.”

“can you stop staring at me so i can show you how much better i am?” he was terrified that you could spot his red ears if you looked any longer.

“aren’t you supposed to offer the dance? be a gentleman.”

“fine,” he held out his hand in a mocking attitude, “may i have this dance, my lady?”

his smile finally cracked as you fell into his arms, letting the music take over his movements.

minho spun you around the room as you giggled. every time that he began to drift into his element, you would suddenly make eye contact and his knees would buckle. his movements were sharp and precise, they would be hard to keep up with if he didn’t guide you through the dance.

“i take it back, you’re better at dancing.”

“i know i am, but now i’m just enjoying myself,” his arm firmly supported your waist as he dipped you dramatically, a loud gasp falling from your lips.

“i must be good at dancing too then!”

“you aren’t.” “shut up!”

there it was again. his teasing smile. you could tell there was fondness behind his words, especially when he stared you in the eyes as he brought you back up.

he made you feel as if you were a princess in the most luxurious ball gown, even if it was just a t-shirt and jeans. you had definitely grown fond of the new worker.

the confidence was soon knocked out of you, quite literally, when your pet had snuck beneath you and made you tumble down onto the hard floor.

minho was quick to squat down next to you as you laughed in slight pain over your butt.

“she just wanted to join the fun, huh?” his eyes followed the cat exiting the kitchen, as if her only mission was to trip you.

“she ruined the moment!”

“no she didn’t. she made it better.”

“funnier.“ “cuter.”

you did a double take, perhaps you heard it wrong, “what?”

“you heard me. you looked cute falling on your ass.”

“you’re an asshole, lee minho.”

“i drove you home and danced with you in your kitchen just to be called an asshole? i could be sleeping in my warm bed with soonie curled up with me right now,” he scolded, about to stand up again but was yanked back down by the wrist.

he fell down beside you with a confused expression.

“stay down here. i don’t wanna get up l,” you explained, “and i don’t want you to leave yet either.”

minho nodded, laughter dying down. the soft music filled the sudden silence.

tension was beginning to build between the two of you as the air grew thicker with some sort of feeling that made both of your heartbeats quicken.

“y/n?” minho spoke up this time, your eyes snapping back to his gentle eyes, “can i… can i kiss you?“

your head was nodding before you could even think about the question.

he leaned into you, lips barely brushing against yours. it was the longest second of your life before minho finally closed the gap.

you melted into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut. his head tilts to the side and you find your hands tangled in the hair of the boy you had just met this morning.

minho pulled away for a breath, standing up and yanking you off the floor before you could protest.

he had no intentions of stopping though, only letting you lead him into the living room, soon straddling him on the couch.

his hands gripped your hips firmly as his gaze fell back to your lips, “one more?”

“that depends, do i get a discount tomorrow?”

“no,” he replied, leaning into the kiss with his stupid teasing smile.

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Admire You

*hand kink activated 😳

Shoyo Hinata x Female! Reader (she/her pronouns)

**reader does have a few identifying characteristics like glasses/contacts, mentions of hair, shy personality

⚠️ 18+ ONLY! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

Warnings: fluff, Slight angst, self conscious reader, kissing (so much kissing, probably too much), Hinata grips readers ass alot, oral (f receiving), fingering, grinding because Hinata is horny, unprotected sex (absolutely zero fucks were given but please be smarter than my whore ass is in these stories), also Hinata and Reader are both consenting adults

Word count: 11k+ 😃 because why the fuck not

AN: dear god, it's me again- sorry in advance ✌🏻 this is the first of my Haikyu! Trope Series so it's all going downhill from here.

Taglist: @cookiesandmilksx; @mrs-bakashi; @korrynn-nadine ; @alreadyinsane; @maysxxc; @bakugousdarling

One thing Shoyo Hinata is certain of, it’s his ability to wow his audience. He's always perceived as the underdog but when it came time to showcasing his skills, he more than proved he deserved to be center stage. As a starting player for MSBY, Hinata was use to the constant attention of women. They were constantly throwing themselves at the players hoping for even one ounce of their affection. At first, it was flattering. It was exciting to be the attention of so many beautiful ladies, offering them whatever they desired. That excitement soon wore off, constantly dealing with fan girls who only wanted one thing from him. It was exhausting. The same girls came to every game and soon he was use to seeing their faces, all of them blurring together. He never remembered their names, even after spending a night with them. he never cared to remember because there was nothing but sex involved, pleasure for both him and his partner.

However, that wasn’t the case with you. He had seen you a few times. He always thought you were pretty but then again, he thought a lot of girls were pretty. To any normal person, you weren’t anything special, just another nameless face in the crowd of spectators. You attended nearly every MSBY home game, always sitting in the crowd alone. You never stood out, never got over excited but you were always there. Hinata noticed that you’d bring paper and a pencil with you, often times writing or something. He figured you were a reporter of some kind, but he wasn’t sure why you weren’t courtside like the rest of them, surely you couldn’t see well enough from up there. His curiosity surrounding you only grew, every single game he wondered more and more about your identity. You always stayed after the game ended, waiting for the crowds to disperse as watching as the players did their interviews and became over ran with fan girls. You watched from a distance, never approaching or saying anything, always keeping your head down. After one game, Hinata even tried to track you down, dodging as many people as he could just to get close to you. When he spotted you, he tried to call for you but because he didn’t know your name, there was no way to get your attention specifically.

Hinata returned to the locker room, dejected as Sakusa watched him. “Didn’t catch her did ya?” He said, chuckling a little at his junior. “I don’t understand. She comes to every single game and we don’t even know her name. She’s never once come up to even greet us” Hinata said, sitting on the bench and resting his forearms on his thighs.

“Maybe she’s just stuck up?” Atsumu added, pulling his shirt off and tossing it in the laundry bin. Sakusa rolled his eyes, grabbing his towel and walking to the showers, “just because she doesn’t want to fight your fan girls doesn’t mean she’s stuck up.” Atsumu mocked Sakusa as he grabbed his towel following the wing-spiker. Hinata sat on the bench, pondering his next move, trying to figure out the best way to meet you. Bokuto sat down next to him, slapping his back “maybe you should yell for her after the game? That will get her attention.” The guys all laughed as Barnes shook his head in the guys direction.

“Maybe you should try leaving a message for her at the box office? I’m sure the ladies who work up there must know her, she comes to ever single game right?” he suggested. “Yeah, and then you won’t scare her off by shouting like a manic at the crowd” Inunaki added.

“Hey that’s a good idea” Hinata said jumping up and running out to the box office. “Hey dumbass, get changed first” Meian yelled after him as the guys all laughed at Hinata’s enthusiasm.

“Ahh Mr. Hinata” one of the box office ladies said “what can I help you with?” Hinata looked at them and smiled his gorgeous smile, “I kind of have a strange request but I think you can help me” he said, “there’s a women” he said describing your looks “she comes for every single game and I’d like to talk with her.”

“Oh, that’s Miss YN” on the other ladies said as Hinata perked up. YN, he repeated in his mind, your name really did fit you. “YN is the sweetest angel. She’s always bringing us sweets she baked and checking up on us” one of the ladies noted.

“yes, and she’s always carrying around that drawing pad” another added “she’s so very talented. She draws a lot of action shots! I’ve seen them and they are like a picture they are so good! I’ve told her to show them to you boys but she always blushes and pushes off the subject. I think she’s pretty shy.”

So, what he saw was you drawing, it all made sense now. Hinata listened intently to the ladies talk about you and gush over how sweet and kind you were. If Hinata didn’t think he needed to meet you before, he definitely did now. “Can you tell her to wait for me here after the game on Saturday? I’d really love to talk to her but she’s always leaves before I can catch her.”

“Oh of course dear” one of the ladies said, making a note. Hinata smiled and thanked the women profusely for their help. He smiled as he made his way back to the locker room. He was finally going to meet you, to learn more about the mysterious fan he had grown so attached to.

You locked your apartment, your arms filled with your pencils and notepad. You were off to MSBY’s weekly game, something you had loved to do. You boarded the train, heading down to the arena as you made your way to the box office. You adored MSBY and were yourself a big fan of professional volleyball. You didn’t necessarily play but you loved watching the sport, enamored by the literal art of the players movements on the court. MSBY had been your favorite team for a while and now even more so that Shoyo Hinata played. You loved watching his receives and his incredible spikes. His jumping power was off the chart and there were times it could be mistaken almost for flying. You had drawn a shameful amount of Hinata the past few weeks, finding yourself unmistakably drawn to the wing-spiker. Several times you had tried to talk yourself into introducing yourself but your attempts often failed. You were shy by nature and preferred to stay out of the spotlight. You even posted your art under a pen name, preferring anonymity. You had turned down interviews, meet and greets and everything just to avoid unnecessary social interaction. It wasn’t that you hated talking to people, it was that you were worried your shyness would interfere.

“Oh Miss YN, hello!” the lady at the box office said as you smiled back at her. “Hello Delores, it’s nice to see you again” you said pushing your hair behind your ears and adjusting your glasses. You often wore contacts but your eyes had been strained from working on a digital portfolio for a client so you chose to give them a rest. “Miss YN” Alice, another box office lady chimed in “one of the MSBY players asked to meet with you after the game. He asked for if you would please wait by the box office after the game” she said as your eyes widened. “I um- I um” you said stuttering as the ladies smiled at you, your face turned bright red.

“Don’t worry Miss YN, it’s a good thing” Alice said winking at you. You nodded as you walked to your seat, mind flooded with who could want to speak with you. The players from MSBY were all gorgeous and all of them completely out of your league. You tried to distract yourself from the end of the game as you watched the players come onto the court. You grabbed your drawing pad and paper, preparing to set up to draw one of Atsumu’s sets. It often took you an entire game to get the drawing just right because they were constantly moving. Drawing Atsumu’s perfect form was difficult because you felt like you were never able to fully capture its beauty. You look up, looking towards the line up waiting to warm up when he caught your eye. He was staring at you, Shoyo Hinata was staring right at you. You quickly averted your eyes, looking down at your paper and pretending to draw. You peeked up, trying to be nonchalant as you noticed a smile sneak on his face as he looked at you. Your face burned with embarrassment as you tried to avoid looking at him. You caught his eye several times during warm ups, until the game finally started. It was almost a relief when the whistle blew and the match began. You found yourself struggling to draw, your mind focusing on other things as you heard the final whistle sound. MSBY had, of course, won the match. You stayed in your seat like you normally did, waiting for everyone around you to leave. You silently packed up your belongings in your tote bag, glancing down occasionally to see the team. They were doing their normal interviews and interacting with their fans. You can’t say you weren’t jealous of how the girls on the court could flirt so effortlessly. They made it look so easy. Their eyes fluttering and their laughs adorable. You knew that would never be you.

You stood up as you took one last look at the court. You caught Hinata’s eyes once again as he was surrounded by his fan-girls. You turned, walking towards the box office nervously. What did this person want? Did they think you were weird for always attending their games and never introducing yourself? Did they see your drawings and think they were garbage? The thoughts plagued your mind as you made your way towards a bench, sitting and waiting. You took out your sketch book, calmly and quietly sketching people around you to relax your nerves.

Hinata rushed his interviews, not even paying any mind of the girls throwing themselves against him. He ran through the corridor to the back of the arena, pushing doors open as he emerged in the lobby of the stadium. He looked around, not seeing anyone, his mood deflating at the thought that you didn’t receive his message or worse that you wouldn’t wait for him. Suddenly he saw you, your head bent down over your sketch book, mind elsewhere. He really didn’t want to disturb you. He had grown fond of watching you sketch during the teams games. He slowly approached you so as to not frighten you. Hinata wasn’t huge by any means but he was still a professional athlete, lean and muscular. “Umm hi” he said, causing you to jump, your pencil flying and your notebook crashing to the ground. You’re eyes shot to him as you quickly hurried to retrieve your dropped items.

“Dammit” he chuckled “I really tried not to frighten you but I guess I failed”. You smiled a little at him, picking up your notebook as you reached for your pencil at the same time as he did, your hands grazing. You quickly pulled your hand away, blushing as he picked it up and handed it to you.

“Its- its OK. I was just lost in my own world” you said, laughing embarrassed as Hinata smiled down at you.

“Can I see them? Also, I’m Shoyo Hinata by the way” He said as you looked up to him, his gorgeous hazel eyes meeting yours. “I know who you are, I’m YN LN and umm- I mean you can but I’m not very good” you said looking down at the floor. You had always been self-conscious of yourself and your art. No matter how much praise you received, you never believed you were good enough.

“I think I should be the judge of that” he said, sitting on the bench next to you as he reached for your notebook. You wordlessly handed it to him, not making eye contact. Hinata couldn’t help but smile at your shyness. He thought it was cute how you avoided looking at him and how you stuttered nervously when you spoke. He opened your book to the first page, his eyes widening and his jaw falling slack. Careful not to smudge any of the drawings, Hinata gazed at and studied your incredible art. They looked like real photographs, live action shots taken from the MSBY games. He saw his teammates, the coaches and even some of the regular fans. He noted himself, several times gracing the pages of your book. He looked like he was flying, his form incredible captured in your masterpieces.

“YN these are- these are fucking insane!” He said, looking at them “seriously the team needs to see these! You could be selling these, they are spectacular” he raved. You smiled down at your book and looked back at him. He noticed your eyes sparkling at his compliment and he found them incredibly beautiful. “I-I just do them as a hobby” you say shrugging. “You are so talented YN, people need to see your art” He said “do you think I could grab your number? I’d love to hang out sometime. You can bring your sketch book and show the team too! Or I could do it if your too shy” he said, noting your fidgeting. “umm I- I uhhh “you said stuttering again. He looked over at you, realizing how painfully nervous you were but he couldn’t help but find it incredibly cute, wanting to do nothing more than hug you.

“How about this? You give me your number and you meet me here. I have individual training every Thursday night from 6pm to 8pm. You can draw and we can maybe chat some more?” He said as you study your book in his hands. “Ok I’d like that” you said softly, looking up at him, eyes almost sparkling at your response. Hinata felt his heart skip a beat, he was so excited you had said yes. He handed you your book back, jumping up and turning to head to the locker room. “I’ll text you YN!” He said backing up as he turned to leave. You sat there, waiting for him to get your number before you realized he forgot. “Uh Shoyo-“you tried to say as the bouncy man grew further away. Thankfully Sakusa was walking out of the door just as Hinata was walking back, he watched you as you attempted to grab the feral gingers attention.

“I got her number Omi Omi!” Hinata said shouting at the top of his lungs. You sat there, still trying to get his attention as Sakusa looked from you to Hinata and sighed “where is it?” He said studying Hinata.

Hinata’s eyes looked confused as he looked down, realizing he completely forgot to get your number. He turned around quickly, making sure you hadn’t snuck away, relief flooding him at seeing you still sitting in the same spot.

“You fucking idiot” Sakusa said rolling his eyes and shaking his head as Hinata turned to run back to you, nearly running you over in the process. He pulled out his phone and handed it to you as you laughed a little and typed your number in.

“See you Thursday YN!” He said, shouting and waving as he turned to run back to locker rooms, excitement filling him as he counted down the days to his personal training time.

You were nervous as you checked yourself in your full-length mirror. You wore jeans and a nice shirt, putting a little extra effort into your makeup and hair than you usually you. Your mind was flooded with anxiety because of your date with Shoyo, or at least, that’s what he called it. You weren’t entirely sure what it was, you had just planned to watch him practice and to draw but you guessed one could consider this a date. After giving Hinata your number, he almost immediately texted you as you boarded the train home.

“I’m glad I finally caught you :D” the text read as you smiled, saving his number and responding.

“Sorry I was so illusive ;)” you responded, smiling to yourself as you sent the text. Your messages continued over the next few days, gradual at first but picking up as you got closer to Thursday. You could tell home excited Shoyo had been for your date. “YN TONIGHT YOU GET TO COME WATCH ME PRACTICE” the text said as you laughed at his enthusiasm. He always managed to make even the most mundane, everyday conversations exciting and you loved it. He asked you if you’d send him some of your art work to show the team. You decided to send him a variety of images you were more proud of including a wipe-out Sakusa had done and a wicked block by Meian.

“Holy shit these are so good!” Atsumu said, observing the one of him setting and Bokuto flying in for a spike.

“I’d say! Damn we should commission her to do our advertisements! Imagine how much interest we’d get with art like this” Bokuto added, swiping through the various images. “Hinata, ask if she’d be interested. I also know they are always looking for action items at the fundraisers” Meian added, pulling his shirt on as Hinata nodded.

“Imagine how much money a perfect image of me would bring at auction” Atsumu said, dreaming. “Probably less than average” Inunaki said causing everyone to laugh.

You rode the train to the arena, arriving just as the last of the team was leaving. You silently walked towards the door, clutching your bag as the guys all studies you.

“Hey YN” Meian said as you startled, looking up and quickly away. “Umm hi” you said back, waving and fidgeting a little. Meeting new people always made your nervous and your awkwardness made it even worse. Meian smiled down at you and held the door. “He’s in the last gym at the end of the hall” he said as you smiled and nodded.

“You’ll probably hear the balls slamming and Hinata shouting” Sakusa added as all the guys laughed. You smiled again, as you waved them off. You walked down the hall, as you heard the tall tale signs of a volleyball hitting the floor. You peeked around the open door, seeing Hinata setting up for a jump serve. You silently observed him as he tossed the ball up and it slammed into the other side of the court. You watched mesmerized at his power and how awesome the serve was. “YN” Hinata screamed as you jumped a little. You still weren’t use to his energetic personality. He walked up to you, pulling you into a sweaty hug as you stiffened at his actions. You weren’t exactly use to affection from the opposite sex, usually not standing out enough to really be noticed.

“You jumped less this time! You must be getting use to me” Hinata chuckled as you smiled. “Sorry” you said, looking down and fidgeting with your hands nervously. Hinata smiled, lifting you chin up with his fingers, his eyes catching yours. “Hey don’t apologize! I know I’m overbearing but that’s just who I am” he said as you smiled at him, meeting his eyes fully as he smiled back, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the gym and sitting you on the bench.

“You look pretty YN! Sorry I’m all sweaty and gross” he added as you blushed at the compliment. He was still holding your hand tightly as he pulled you towards the bleachers. “You are practicing Shoyo, it’s ok” you said, noticing how bug his hands were in comparison to yours. Releasing your hand, he grabbed your shoulders and guided you to sit on the bench.

“Alright time for me to show you, my skills! I’ve been working on my spike serve and jump floaters. Neither of which I’m particularly skilled at” he said laughing as he rubbed the back of his head. “I would do some spikes but I sent Atsumu home because I wanted it to just be you and me” he said smiling at you, a slight blush forming on his face.

“Umm I- I uh can set for you if you’d like” you said, Hinata’s eyes widening as he pulled you to the court quickly, dragging you to the center.

“YN, I didn’t know you could play” he said as he placed you where the setter would be. “I’m not very good” you laugh lightly as Hinata backs up, grabbing a ball and waving off your comment.

“It’s fine YN, I need to get use to all sorts of tosses anyways” he said “ready?” You nodded as he tossed to you, you set the ball, fumbling a little but still, Hinata’s spike was flawless.

“Oh, hell yeah!” He screamed as you laughed out loud, Hinata running and high fiving you. “When you said you weren’t good YN, did you mean that like when you said you were good at drawing?” He said, smirking at you. You laughed again and shook your head. “Well I’m not Atsumu Miya” you said as Hinata laughed loudly.

“Oh, trust me YN, the world doesn’t need another one of those” he said as he went back to the line and tossed to you again. Soon you got the hang of it and before you knew it, the two hours had flown by. Your body was sore and you were sweating some from the work out. You were second guessing your choice of jeans and a blouse. Shoyo had put you through the ringer but it had been so fun, laughing and talking more than you had to anyone in forever. Shoyo offered to take you home, saying the train station was too far away in the dark for you to be walking alone. You hesitantly agreed, making him smile as you waited patiently for him to change.

He walked to your apartment door, as you thanked him for making sure you arrived safely. “So, I’ll see you at the game on Saturday?” He said as you nodded unlocking your door. You could hear Shoyo murmuring something from behind you as you turned to look at him.

“I’d like to take you on a date after the game YN” he said suddenly as your eyes practically burst from your skull at his words. His cheeks were red and he was looking at the ground, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly.

“I’m sorry I’m not really good at asking girls on dates. I don’t really go on dates actually” he said as you continued to stare at him. You had never really been on a proper date before and this wasn’t just any date, this was Shoyo Hinata, wing-spiker for the MSBY Black Jackals. “Shoyo are you sure?” You said in a whisper, as his eyes met yours in confusion. “YN, I like you so yeah I’m sure” he laughed.

“I mean I’m not like your fan girls, I’m not really pretty or anything special” you said lowering your head as Shoyo’s finger went below your chin, lifting it up and staring at you with his big eyes. “I think your very pretty and extremely special YN and I’d love to take you out” he said as you blushed and nodded. He leaned in, kissing your cheek as your sweet eyes met his once again. “I’ll see you Saturday pretty girl” he said winking at you as you smiled back at him, pushing your door open and quickly closing it. You squealed in excitement as you clenched your heart though your chest. You couldn’t believe you were actually going on a date with THE Shoyo Hinata. Shoyo smile widened when he heard your excited scream, he heart skipped at beat. He was in deep with you and he loved it.

Saturday had come and you were beyond extremely nervous. You had no idea what the heck you were doing. This wasn’t something you were use to nor had much experience with. You had managed to order some clothes, having them arrive quickly as you began to try things on. You settled on a flowing dress that landed mid thigh on you and sandals that were cute but comfortable. You did your hair down, searching Google and YouTube for how to curling it properly and added some make up. You were pretty impressed with how you looked, staring at yourself in the mirror as you heard your phone ring. You ran to it, noting Shoyo’s contact pop up. Your breath hitched and your heart skipped a beat, swiping and putting the phone up to your ear.

“Hello?” you said, bracing for the worst. Maybe he changed his mind? He probably got another date offer from a super model or something. You wouldn’t blame him; he was gorgeous and deserved some equally as such. However, your doubts were quickly squashed as Shoyo’s voice flooded through the receiver.

“Hey pretty girl! Listen I sent a car to pick you up! It should be there in like half an hour!” He said shouting. You were sure he was in the locker room, noting all the yelling.

“Sho, you didn’t have to do that! I can take the train” you said as you head him walk “just a second YN” he said, shoving thought what you assumed was a door into a hallway that echoed.

“Shoyo I’m fine, really! I can take the train” you said before Hinata interrupted you. “No way in hell are you riding the train YN! I mean I know you can ride the train but I’d feel better if you just took the car” he said as you sighed. “Sho-” “pretty girl, please? For me?” He said, surely pouting as you giggled lightly and rolled your eyes. “Ok fine, thank you” you said, sweetly into the phone. “Anytime angel, I’ve got to go but I’ll see you soon, ok?” He said as you nodded and smiled “Ok! Good luck tonight” you said. “Well, I’ve got you so no luck needed! Bye now!” He said as you said bye and hung up. Your heart swooned more as you fixed your makeup and prepared to head to the arena.

The car arrived, a completely blacked out BMW X5. Your eyes nearly bulged from your head as the driver opened the door for you. “Good evening, Miss YN. My name is Nile and I’ll be taking you to the game.” He said, extending his hand to you. Smiling back, you grabbed his hand, sliding in the backseat. The interior of the car was gorgeous and you knew it had to cost more than your entire life’s worth. You sat, watching the building fly in wonder. You rarely saw the streets at night, especially with all the lights on. You arrived at the arena as Nile opened your door and extended his hand again. “Thank you so much Nile” you said as he smiled and nodded “enjoy the game, Miss YN.” Security surrounded the car as you looked at them, shocked at their massive size and frames. “Miss YN, we are here to escort you to your seat” one of the men said as you nodded at them, heading into the arena. If looks could kill, you’d be more than dead as many of MSBY’s fan girls glared at you, wondering what made you so special that you had been invited by a team member. You were taken to a special box, right above center court. Your eyes widened in shock at the amazing and impressive view. You couldn’t believe how much you could see from here. You looked on in wonder as you heard the door open behind you, causing you to jump slightly as Shoyo entered the box. “Hey YN I- Holy shit” he said, eyes widening as he looked you up and down. You studied his expression as he stared at you, body stiff and eyes sparkling. “You look, fuck you look incredible pretty girl” he said as you blushed, pushing your hair behind your ears again. Shoyo walked over to you, dressed in his MSBY uniform and pulled you into a tight embrace. His hands went you’re your lower back as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He then picked you up and swing you around. “Shoyo!” you laughed as he finally put you down. “Sorry you just look incredible” he said, setting you down but still holding onto you. “So do you” you said “I mean- uh you always look incredible” you said stuttering out as Shoyo laughed, heading flying back as a smile graced your face. His head feel back in place, eyes meeting yours as your faces slowly inched closer together, bodies molded together. Your noses touched softly as you felt his breath on your mouth. You closed your eyes when the door the box suddenly swung open. “HINATA- oh whoops” Bokuto said as you jumped back, Hinata’s arms firmly holding onto you as his head feel back and he groaned in frustration. He turned to glare at his teammate. “Hey what’s taking him- ohh OHHH” Atsumu said, sticking his head around the corner, instantly realizing they were interrupting something. “Seriously” Shoyo grumbled as you hid your face low, biting your lip as you heated with embarrassment at being caught in Shoyo’s embrace by his teammates. “Cap says it’s time bro so let’s go” Atsumu said as Shoyo grumbled again, glaring at his friends and nodding his head for them to leave. “Yeah yeah give me a second” he said as Atsumu and Bokuto stood back a ways, still in full view of you. “For fucks sakes-“Shoyo grumbled again as you looked up to him, smiling softly. He racked one of his hands through his hair in frustration as he smiled down at you.

“We’ll pick this up later pretty girl” he said, kissing your forehead as you squeezed his biceps. “Good luck” you said, kissing his cheek as he blushed. You heard an auditable “awe” sound from behind Shoyo as Bokuto and Atsumu stood in the doorway. You pulled away as Hinata winked at you, turning to head down to the court. You smiled to yourself, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you sat down and watched the match.

After the game was done and MSBY had crushed their opponents, you sat and waited like you normally did for the stadium to file out. A knock at the door had your eyes darting towards it as it opened, and the security guard from before asked you to follow him “Mr. Hinata would like you to come to the court Miss YN” he said as your eyes widened again. You stood cautiously, not wanting to be rude as you followed the man to the court. Everything looked so big down here, with the players and all the reporters. There were fans all over the place, waiting for their opportunity to talk to the players. The fan girls yelling as you quietly followed the security guard. He was joined by another, who went behind you, essentially forming a path to the team. You heard whispers of “who is she?” coming from everywhere as you made your way to the team. “YN” you heard Shoyo shout as your eyes went to him, a smile instantly crossing your face. “Did you see that line shot? Wasn’t it incredible?!?!” He said running up to you, grabbing you and hugging you tight. Your arms went around his neck as he lifted you up, hugging your firmly.

“Hinata Jesus Christ you just got her don’t break her” Thomas joked as your face reddened. “For your information YN helped me practice my liners, isn’t that right YN? So, she’s the reason I was so on point tonight” Hinata said, pulling away as the team looked at you, impressed. “You play volleyball YN?” Barnes said. “No- not really” you responded “I-I just set a few for Shoyo” you said looking down, blushing as you answered them. Atsumu glared at you, walking up to you and staring right in your face. “So, you think you can set huh?” he said. Your eyes widened as you shook your head vigorously. “I’m not nearly as good at you Atsumu” you stuttered out. Suddenly, Sakusa smacked the back of Atsumu’s head, apologizing for his rudeness and Atsumu growled “sorry YN, he’s not trained for the public quite yet” he said.

“I don’t know guys, she’s a heck of a lot prettier than Sumu is so maybe we should have YN come set for us” Inunaki said, smirking and winking at you. You looked up at him, Hinata still holding onto you as his grip tightened with possessiveness. “Sorry guys but YN is my practice buddy so I’d appreciate it if you kindly back the fuck off” Hinata said, gritting out a response as the team looked at him, smiling and putting their hands up in mock surrender. “Chill out Shoyo, nobodies after your girl” Meian said smacking Hinata’s shoulder. “Speak for yourself” Inunaki said, winking at you again you as you felt Shoyo’s arms grip you tighter, his hold more pronounced and dominant. He waited for the team to leave before looking down at you. He lifted your chin with his finger, smiling at you as be nuzzled your nose “I’ll be right back pretty girl” he said letting you go as he ran to the locker room.

While he got ready in the showers, you waited for him, silencing observing as everyone left. You were sitting on one of the chairs, noticing two ladies staring at you from the corner. They approached you as you slowly shifted your body away, hoping for them to ignore your presence.

“Hey” you heard a shout come from beside you as you turned to give them the attention they so desperately craved. “So your Shoyo’s new piece of ass huh?” one of the girls said. You didn’t respond, only looking away from her, your face heating with embarrassment. You didn’t like confrontation, avoiding it at all costs ff you could possibly help it. “Hey bitch- I’m talking to you. Are you stupid or something?” the girl said as her friend egged her on. “She probably thinks her pussy is made of gold or something” she joked as the other girl scoffed. The ladies walked closer to you as you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, your eyes going between them and the locker arena doors. You didn’t need their criticism. You already knew you weren’t good enough for Shoyo. It hurt hearing the words that haunted your brain verbalized by women who were on Shoyo’s level. “You’re replaceable bitch, just so you know. Shoyo can have girls a million times prettier than you in his bed tomorrow if he wants- “they said, mocking you as the one girl bent down to your level, cheap perfume flooding your nose. “How about I put you in your place whore-” she said as the doors opened suddenly. “HEY” a shout echoed in the gym as Hinata, Bokuto, Sakusa and Atsumu stalked over to you. Shoyo was pissed and you could tell. His eyes were fixated on you, fuming as he grew closer and closer. “Oh hey boys, we were just talking to-“the girl with the big mouth said before Atsumu interrupted her. “We heard what you said to her ya pig” Atsumu said as the girl’s eyes widened, they mouths falling slack as you could feel their attitudes drain away. Hinata glared at them, fist clenched as he slowly walked over to you and held his hand out. “Come on YN” he said, putting his arm around you and pulling you away from the group. You could hear Atsumu and Sakusa ridiculing the girls as you walked away with Shoyo.

“Shoyo maybe- maybe we shouldn’t” you said as Hinata stopped, turned and slammed his lips onto yours. Your eyes widened before slowly closing, losing yourself in the kiss as your hand went behinds his head and his arms went to your waist. He moved his lips against yours, licking your bottom lip as he slipped his tongue inside, finding yourself and massaging it gently. He was an amazing kisser, slow and steady, a stark contrast to his playing style. His arms moved, gripping you tighter as your hands softly embraced his hair. He broke the kiss, pulling away and smiling down at you. His forehead fell to yours as your eyes slowly blinked open, your lips swollen as you found Shoyo’s gaze. He smiled down at you, his lips swollen and his body heated.

“Let’s get going pretty girl” he said, one hand now at your waist as he ushered you out to his Nissan GT-R, opening the door as he gave you his hand and helped you in. He shut the door, going to his trunk and putting his gear inside. He opened the door, slamming it and looking at you. His hands gripped the steering wheel hard as your eyes followed the veins in his forearms and hands bulge. His muscles tought as you felt your body heat in response. “Don’t listen to what those girls said YN- you aren’t replaceable” he said as you smiled softly and nodded. He placed the car in drive, his hand going to your thigh as he took off, taking you on the date you deserved.

The weeks went by as you and Shoyo continued to grow closer. You went to every game, working up the nerve to ask Shoyo if you could sit in the box seat again, telling him the view was spectacular and that you’d love to draw from up there. Shoyo laughed and kissed you telling you he’d clear the entire arena just to make you happy. You blushed in return and kissed him back, telling him you didn’t think a seat behind the polls in the nosebleed section would give you much to work with. Shoyo nearly choked laughing as he leaned in, kissing you hard. You had yet to take your relationship further, only going as far as steamy make outs. You weren’t a virgin but you weren’t exactly experienced either. You had one sexual experience before Shoyo and it was lackluster at best. You wanted to give him more but you were nervous. You still felt inadequate with Shoyo, always waiting for a reason to come up as to why he would even want to date you. Shoyo assured you that you were perfect and that he thought your shyness was cute. He told you it balanced him out, keeping him grounded. You had a hard time believing that, seeing as he was still constantly jumping and running all over the place even around you. The team had often come to rely on you attending games to keep Hinata level. When he would miss a spike or a serve, they would look to you to keep encouraging him. You told Shoyo that every has bad days and that just because he missed on serve doesn’t mean MSBY was going to lose. “Yeah Shoyo, even if you do mess up, you can always count on me to get the point back” Inunaki said as everyone looked at him strangely. “Dude it’s a team effort and without me, nobody is scoring shit” Atsumu interjected. “You literally just said it was a team effort then turned around and said it was all based on you” Sakusa said back to him. You smiled watching the guys bicker back and forth, Shoyo holding you close. You felt safe and loved in his arms, finally feeling like you had found your person.

You entered the arena on Thursday night, Nile having dropped you off to attend private practice with Shoyo again. You had been doing this for a few weeks now, and you enjoyed it. You wore a lose shirt and your compression shorts, learning quickly that Shoyo wasn’t going to take it easy on you. You approached the entrance of the gym when you head the guys talking. You hated eavesdropping but when you heard your name, you stopped cold.

“When are you going to ask Yn, Hinata?” Meian said, talking to Hinata as listened intently. “I’ll ask her soon ok can you lay off” Sho said, huffing. “We need a plan for our new campaign and YN’s drawings would be perfect” Inunaki added as you heard Shoyo sigh. “Yeah, I know I know. Ill ask her tonight after our dinner” he said, sending a ball slamming over the net and onto the other side. Your body went cold, heart sinking as you heard the words repeating in your mind over and over. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Shoyo was using you just to get to your art, to get you to help the Jackals with their new PR campaign. You felt your stomach churn as tears filled your eyes, spilling over and down your cheeks. You felt like you were going to be sick. You had always known you weren’t good enough for Shoyo. How could you have been so stupid to believe he was actually interested in someone like you? The thought of your times together the past week made your heart break even more, the tears falling down uncontrollably as you looked up. You had to get out of here and fast.

“Hey YN- hey what’s wrong?” Bokuto said, getting down to your level and looking at your tearful eyes. You heard footsteps approaching as you backed up, away from Bokuto as Shoyo, Meian and Inunaki appeared in the doorway. “YN what the hell? Did someone hurt you?” Sho shouted as you backed up further from him, not wanting him to touch you. “YN what’s-”

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Why did you use me like that?” You said tears falling down your eyes. His eyes met yours with concern, “YN what are you talking about?” he said confused, still walking closer to you.

“If you wanted me to use me for my art you could have just asked. You didn’t have to pity date me” you said, tears falling. Shoyo stopped suddenly his eyes widening at the realization as he waved his hands frantically trying to explain. “YN please-“he said as you turned and ran down the arena, running out the nearest exit, not looking back. You heard shouting behind you as the door slammed but you didn’t stop. Realistically you knew if he wanted to catch up to you, he could. Shoyo was a fast runner but you still ran, not caring and not stopping. Your heart shattering with every step of your feet as your tears continued to fall.

“Fuck Fuck FUCK” Hinata shouted picking up a volleyball and throwing it against the wall with a force that could have dented concrete. “Sho chill- this isn’t going to help anything” Bokuto said trying to calm his teammate and friend down. Shoyo had tried to run after you, only to be stopped by Meian who sent Atsumu and Sakusa to try and find you. “Sho we are sorry dude. We had no intention of this turning into anything” Meian said before Shoyo huffed, his hands going to his hips. “No- no I should have told her sooner. I should have asked her about helping with the campaign before I started this relationship. She’s always been self-conscious of herself when it comes to us dating. I just- fuck, I- FUCK” He shouted again, mad at himself for causing you such hurt. Meian’s phone rang as he answered it and spoke. “Sakusa said she ran to her apartment, him and Sumu made sure she was inside before they left” he said ending the call with Sakusa. “I have to go to her” Hinata said, grabbing his knee pads and heading towards the locker room.

“Should we come too? Maybe if we explain?” Inunaki asked as Shoyo shook his head. He knew he had to do this on his own if he had any chance of saving what you had. Not even changing from his practice gear, he jumped in his car and sped to your apartment. He silently prayed that you would at least hear him out. He ran up your apartment stairs, knocking at your door as he listened against it , hoping to hear you.

You had returned from the arena, drenched in sweat and tears. Your body was exhausted as you entered your apartment, locking it behind you. You climbed into the shower, crying as you sank to the floor, the water streaming over your exhausted body as you rested your head against the tile.

“How could you be so stupid YN” you said, scolding yourself for letting your guard down. It was exactly like those girls had said. You were nothing special to Shoyo Hinata.

Shoyo knocked on your door, calling your name. “YN I know your in there, please open up” he said, banging again on the door. He waited, listening for any response or movement from behind the door. “YN please listen to me! You misheard the situation! I started liking you before we decided to ask you to do our PR campaign. I was going to talk to you about it tonight after our date! Please YN- please you have to believe me” he said as he listening against the door again for any sound that you were listening. When you said nothing as Shoyo swore “Fuck YN! This isn’t done, I’m not letting us end like this” he said, leaving and stomping down the hallway. You sat on the other side of the door, crying as you laid your head against it. You could hear the slam of the door to the stairway as you tears fell heavier and you sank to the floor, crying until you could cry no more.

Shoyo kept his word, he was determined not to let your relationship end like that. He texted you every morning, called you and texted you good night. You didn’t respond to him but that didn’t deter his quest. He came by your apartment every night, leaving your flowers and sitting by your door, just talking. He tried several times to explain everything but the words seemed to fall of deaf ears. He sent a car on Saturday night to wait for you, only to receive a text that you were not coming from Nile. He sighed on the bench as his teammates looked on concerned. Their usual, upbeat and jumpy friend and teammate was all moping around, barely talking. Hinata looked at your usual spot, hoping and praying you might show up. However, you usual seat had been occupied by an older man and the box seat you sat in remaining empty as well. The game drug on as MSBY pulled off a close victory. Hinata sighed as the reporters flooded the floor, the fan girls following behind. It was like déjà vu.

“Shoyo! Sho why do you come out with us tonight?” some of the girls said grabbing onto his arm and pulling. Shoyo ignored them, shrugging them on as the tsked, moving on to his teammates. He walked to the locker room as a camera and mic was shoved in his face. “Shoyo Hinata, how are you feeling? What a close game?” the reporter said as Hinata nodded, just ready to leave and go home. “Tell me, what was going through your head tonight” the reporter said. Hinata sighed, looking into the camera before saying “the fact that I messed up the best thing I ever had”. He walked away as the reporter pulled her microphone back, seeming stunned. The camera panned to Hinata as he walked to the locker room, hands on his hips, head hanging down. In your apartment, you held a tissue to your eyes, your nose leaking uncontrollably as you cried watching the man you so desperately cared for walk away. The sight of him so dejected broke your heart all over again.

A week had past and not much had changed, Hinata visited less, telling you he would leave you alone through the door.

“YN, I know you can hear me pretty girl” he said placing his hand on the door “I care so much about you and all I’m asking for is just one more chance, please YN. Please I promise no more secrets between us” you heard him sigh as he stepped back from the door and turned to leave. “I love you pretty girl” he said softly as the words hit you like a ton of bricks, your heart feeling heavy once again as the tears continued to roll down your cheeks.

Saturday had come again as you prepared to watch MSBY on TV. You had sprung for the upgrade package just so you could see Shoyo play. As much as he had hurt you, you still cared for him and supported him. A knock sounded at your door as you glanced at the clock, it read nearly 5:30pm. The game started at 7:00 so you knew it wasn’t Shoyo. You opened the door through the chain, seeing Meian, Inunaki and Sakusa standing on the other side. You looked down, embarrassed as you prepared to shut the door. Meian put his hand on the door as you looked up at him.

“YN before you slam the door in our face, please just hear us out” Meian said as you looked down nodding closing the door a little and unlatching the chain. “YN please give Shoyo another chance. He’s miserable and so are you” Inunaki said as you stared at the ground fiddling with your fingers.

“Im- I’m not good enough for him” you said, swallowing deeply as Sakusa groaned out. “That’s bullshit YN and you know it. Hinata loves you and you are just what he needs. Sure, he didn’t tell you about the campaign but he wasn’t using you! There’s no way he would ever do that to anyone, let alone to the women he adores and loves” Sakusa bit out. You stared at the ground, still uncertain. As much as you your heart knew the words, they were saying were true, your brain tried its hardest to convince you otherwise.

“YN listen, I don’t claim to be an expert in love” Meian said as Inunaki snorted causing Meian’s head to turn, glaring down at the libero as a smile crested on your face. He turned back to you continuing, “as I was saying, if a man came to my house every single day, sat outside my door and prayed with every ounce of his being that the girl he loved would simply acknowledge him, then I would at least hear him out.” You nodded in response, still looking down at the floor. “Hinata admires you YN, you know that right?” Sakusa said to you as your eyes shot to his. “He not only loves you but he admires your ability to be the calm he needs.” Sakusa said as tears began to stream down your face. “I- I” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself tightly, MSBY t-shit with Hinata's name and number on the back surrounding you.

“Come with us YN- talk to him” Meian said grabbing your hand. You nodded, grabbing your keys and heading to Meian’s car. You quickly jumped in the large SUV, Sakusa holding the door and jumping in behind you. Meian jumped in the driver’s seat and Inunaki slammed the passenger door, shouting “go go!”

“YN did you bring shoes” Sakusa said as your eyes widened, looking down at the floor and noticing you were barefooted. “Love doesn’t wait for shoes Sakusa” Inunaki said laughing. “Yeah, well love is going to have to wait until the end of the game because it’s 6:15 and we have to haul ass!” Meian shouted, honking as you held onto the back seat.

“At least I’m wearing clothes “ you said shyly, causing Inunaki to laugh and Sakusa for chuckle while Meian smiled at you into he rearview mirror. “Hinata would lose his mind if you showed up naked YN” Sakusa joked “I mean, we’d probably have to give up the locker room for a while just so he could apologize to you- HEY” Inunaki said as Meian slapped him, causing you to blush. Thankfully the night covered your face as you made your way to the arena. Meian parked, as you threw the door open rushing to the main entrance, Sakusa, Meian and Inunaki on your tail. “Be careful YN! If you hurt yourself Shoyo will probably kill us” Inunaki said as you laughed, heading into the doors of the arena and looking around.

“Come on YN, I’ll grab you a chair for behind the press. It’s not a great seat but it’s courtside so you can see everything” Meian said as you nodded in agreement, following him as you waved to Inunaki and Sakusa. You sat down, watching and waiting for MSBY to make their appearance. You noted how quickly Meian, Inunaki and Sakusa had gotten into game mode, watching as you saw Shoyo emerge from the locker room. He looked at the crowded, dejected not noticing your presence courtside. To be fair, you were hidden behind several reporters and cameras. You saw Meian whisper something to him as he nodded and turned to enter the court. The game was intense and long, the score going well into the 30s. You watched on as Hinata hit shot after shot, his form as emaculate as ever. When the game ended, you waited as the press to flock to the floor followed by the fans. You waited on the sidelines, hiding amongst everyone as you watched Shoyo.

“Shoyo Hinata what an amazing match! You did incredible out there” the reporter said. “Thanks” Hinata said nodding and smiling at the camera “tell us, what us, what inspired you tonight going into this match?” the reporter said. Hinata looked at the reporter. He knew what had inspired him, what bad been inspiring him for months. He put his head down, hands going to his hips as he looked up into the camera. He was about to speak when he heard someone say “excuse me miss” causing him to look over. He didn’t know why that comment stood out to him but he just knew he had to look. His eyes were met with yours as you stood at the edge of the court, smiling softly at him your hands classes sweetly in front of you. “YN…” he said, shoving past the reporters who were now curious as to who he was referring too. He walked up to you, unsure if you were real or just a figment of his imagination. He had dreamed of you every night since he had messed up, desperately hoping he would wake up with you next to him. “YN- You’re really here?” He said, looking startled, confused and relieved all at once.

“Yeah, ummm- Meian, Inunaki and Sakusa kind of showed up at my house-” you started to say as you heard Inunaki shout, “don’t make it sound so creepy YN Jesus Christ!” You smiled down at the ground and back at Shoyo who was studying you with his glimmering eyes. You could tell he was unsure of whether or not to touch you, cautiously inching closer and closer. “I’m glad you could make it, I missed having you here” he said, coming to within a step of you. You looked into his eyes and smiled “I missed being here Shoyo” you said, a smile grazing your face as happy tears began to fall. A huge smile appearing on Hinata’s face as he closed the short distance between you, lifting you up in his tone arms and hugging you tightly. You both pulled back, camera lenses flashing in your eyes as Hinata bent down, pulling you in, his lips pressing against yours as he kissed you hard. You could vaguely hear shouting, your brain a fog with emotions as Shoyo kissed you harder, hands going below your ass and lifting you into his arm as you squealed and hid your face. Ignoring the yelling and shouting he walked you toward the locker room, stopping just before entering, as he turned to his team. “Jesus Christ” Meian groaned “take her in there and change but then get the hell out!” he shouted as you blushed, hiding your face in Sho’s neck. “Don’t worry Cap, I just don’t want her to get away from me again” Shoyo said, carrying you into the locker room and setting you on the bench. He quickly ripped his shirt off, causing your eyes to widen at his toned muscular body. Your face heated and you felt your stomach burn watching his muscles ripple. Shoyo undid his shorts before stopping and looking at you. You bit your lower lip, as your eyes met his, fully lust blown. “Fuck-“he said grabbing his clothes “I’m going to shower before the entire team walks in on me fucking you right here.” Your face heated again as you rubbed your legs together. Shoyo groaned as he ran to the showers as you eyes watched him. Within 5 minutes, he had emerged, grabbing his gear and swinging it over his body.

“Where’s your shoes?” He said looking at your bare feet in confusion as you crossed them, pushing your hair behind your ears.

“Umm well we kind of left in a hurry and I uh- I kind of forgot them” you said, looking down at your feet again. Hinata lifted your chin up to meet his gaze, his face soft as he kissed you lightly.

“I fucking love you so much pretty girl” he said, grabbing you and picking you up, holding onto your ass as your squealed. “I love you too Shoyo” you whispered in his ear, his face meeting yours as you smiled, his lips smashing into yours for another heated kiss. You could feel yourself gently grinding down on him as he groaned into your mouth, hands squeezing the flesh of your ass. A loud bang on the door jolted you both as you heard Meian yell.

“HINATA I WASN’T JOKING” he said as you looked to Shoyo, his eyes still burning with desire. He carried you out of the locker room, past the team and sea of reporters. You looked over his shoulder to see the girls who had once told you that you were replaceable, their mouths slacked open as you couldn’t help but give a small satisfied smirk in their direction. You arrived at Shoyo’s car as he opened the trunk, sliding his bag off while still holding you.

“Sho you can put me down-”

“Not a fucking chance pretty girl” he said as he made his way to the driver’s side door and your eyes widened. Shoyo sat in his seat, you still attached to him as he adjusted his seat back. He kissed you feverish, lips moving against yours as he gripped your ass firmly, causing a squeal to peak from your lips. His tongue caressed yours as you moaned into his mouth. You felt yourself gently grind down on him as his large hands pulled you forward, helping to create friction. “Sho” you said breathlessly as he trailed kissed down your neck, hands moving up to touch your bare skin under your shirt. “Mmhmm” he groaned as your mouth went slack, the feeling of his hands and lips on your skin incredible. Your body heated with every kiss, every lick he placed, you core yearning for more contact.

“God baby- I need you so bad” he said, pulling your hips harder against this now growing bulge. He wanted to take you right here and right now. You knew he was ready and so were you, but this isn’t what you wanted, at least not in the middle of a busy arena parking lot.

“Sho not in the car, not-not for our first time” you moaned out, his lips still attached to your neck, leaving his mark all over you, claiming you as his. “Baby” he groaned “fuck- please” he said, pulling away from you, his hair messy from your hands raking through it, your eyes lust blown as you gazed at him. “Sho, I want our first time to be special” you said, nudging his nose as he smiled back at you.

Shoyo kissed you hard as you moved to the passenger seat, barely breaking the kiss and getting your seat belt on before he took of out of the parking lot. “Sho” you screamed as he grabbed onto your thigh, peeling out onto the street and driving straight for your apartment.

“We can swing by your place if you need to change” you said softly as he looked at you and laughed. “Baby if you think I’m not taking you right up to your apartment and fucking you senseless, you are surely mistaken” he said as you blushed bright red again, nervous but excited.

The car door slammed as Shoyo ran around, pulling open your door and hauling you into his arms, kissing you as he locked his car and made his way up the stairs to your apartment. Not missing a single step, he kissed his way down your neck as you moaned, trying to stay quiet so as to not disturb your neighbors. Opening the door to your floor, Shoyo made his way to your apartment, opening the door with one hand before slamming it with his food and heading to the couch as he sat below you, hands reaching under your shirt and tugging it over your head showcasing a gorgeous lace bralette. Shoyo’s eyes widened at your form as you shyly looked at him, biting your bottom lip as he palmed your breast with one hand, pulling you closer to him as you began to grind down on his stiff cock. “Don’t be shy now angel, let me see everything” he said.

“Sho” you moaned out, head going back as he kissed your already marked neck over and over again. You pulled at his shirt, his arms quickly going to his neck and tugging it over his head.

“That’s so sexy” you moaned as he smirked, kissing you hard and adjusting out from under you. “There’s plenty more where that came from pretty girl” he said as he flipped you down onto your back, grinding his cock against your core as you whimpered and whined, needing more friction to get off. Shoyo adjusted himself reaching for your shorts when you grabbed his hands, his eyes shooting to your face. “Hey you ok” he said looking concerned. “Yeah, but umm I’m not very experienced” you said looking away, embarrassed. Hinata’s eyes lit up with excitement at your words as he mentally berated himself, saying he needed to slow down for you. “We’ll go slow angel” he said as you nodded, kissing him again as his lips broke contact with yours, kissing way down your body. You felt his lips kiss and lick your perked nipples through your bralette as your back arched at the increasing sensation. You whined as Sho moved his hands slowly down your body, caressing lightly. He moved to the waist band of you shorts, pulling them off to reveal matching panties. “Fuck Yn- so fucking gorgeous” he groaned out breathlessly as his fingers lightly traced your inner thighs. He looked up, seeing your mouth slacking and eyes hazy. He was the one doing this to you, the one giving you all of this incredible pleasure. He looked back down at your clothed pussy, grabbing the edges of your panties and tugging them down. You were too far gone to feel embarrassed anymore as he made his way to your pussy, kissing up your thighs as he got closer. “I’m going to taste you now YN. I’m going to make you cum and then I’m going to fuck you” he said as his tongue licked up your slit, your hand instantly going go his hair as you cried out, shuttering from the sensation. He alternated between sucking and licking your clit, cautiously taking a finger and finding your tight entrance. “Fuck Shoyo” you moaned out as you back left the coach yet again, eyes rolling back the sensation of his tongue and finger. He moaned into your pussy sending vibrations through you, waving of pleasure hitting your core as his tongue moved all around your clit. Your body seized with pleasure as your orgasm slammed hard into you, your hand gripping onto his hair so tight. Shoyo smiled and backed away as he leaned over you, your chest heaving as your wide eyes met his.

“What in the hell was that!” You cried out as Shoyo laughed, kissing you and unzipping his jeans. “That baby, was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen” he said, mouth attaching to yours as you tasted yourself on him, feelings his hand go between you as he lined his cock up with your entrance, sliding it up and down your slit. You felt his silky tip probe your entrance as you braced yourself. “You ready baby?” He said looking at you, as you frantically nodded your head. He pushed his cock into your tight hole as you gasped, your hands going to his shoulder as you felt the pressure of his cock entering you. He groaned deeply as his eyes went to look between you, watching his heavy cock sink into you. “Fuck- oh fuck YN- God so tight baby” he moaned out, jaw slack and muscles contracting as you whimpered at the stretch. He went down to your ear, whispers praises as he continued to push himself in. “Such a good girl for me baby. You feel- fuck, you feel so amazing my angel. Best fucking pussy I’ve ever had” he cooed, causing your inner muscles to contract. Once fully in, he rested looking at you again wordlessly asking for permission to move. You nodded, causing him to pull back and push himself forward. “Sho- oh god it feels, it’s feels so good” you moan your head falling back, the pain passing as you feel his cock sinking deeper into you either ever stroke. “mmhmmm god- I’m addicted already” he said, his eyes locking onto yours as he quickened his pace, his cock now slamming into you. You snaked your hand down to your clit as you rubbed feverishly to bring yourself to orgasm. Shoyo watched your delicate hand as his pace became frantic, chasing his release as he felt your cunt begin to squeeze his cock. “ahhh fuck- Sho!” You screamed, back once again elevating off the couch as you felt a gush of fluid and his breathing quicken, his hips on your hip now surely leaving marks. “Oh fuck YN- fuck fuck I love you baby” he said as he slammed home, pushing himself into you as he gritted his teeth, head falling forward onto your chest as you both struggled to catch your breath. You smiled down at your lover, his body sweaty and covering yours as you began to come down. He peeked his head up, looking at you as you smiled down. “I suppose I’ll have to thank Meian, Inunaki and Sakusa for dragging you to the arena huh?” He said, only half joking.

“I wonder if they make edible arrangements that say ‘thanks for saving my relationship’” you said pondering. Shoyo barked out a laugh as his hand came to rest under his chin, laying on top of you as you raked your fingers through his beautiful ginger hair.

“I’m so sorry about everything YN. I know I messed up but I promise-”

“shhh it’s ok” you said putting your finger gently to his lips “I should have heard you out Sho. I was- I was just worried I wasn’t good enough for you and it made me really self conscious” you said, a small tear rolling down your cheek. Shoyo sat up a little, kissing the tear on your cheek and gently kissing your lips. “Hey now, no more of that pretty girl. If anything, it’s me who doesn’t deserve you” he said, smiling down as he leaned into kiss you.

“I love you Shoyo Hinata” you whispered. “I love you more YN LN” he said before kissing you again, holding on tight and promising to never let you go ever again.

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Beauty School Dropout - Part V

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Female!Reader

Summary: When Bradley is called back to Top Gun, he is reunited with a long lost friend from high school. Through their strenuous time leading up to the mission, the two friends relationship becomes complicated by external forces.

Warnings: Death of family members

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Before Bradley could even unpack his own bag, he was already packing two boxes. One full of y/n’s things, and one full of Mandy’s.

Bradley had thrown Mandy’s things carelessly into the box. Wrinkling the clothes and not caring whether the pictures and notes crinkled or not.

Bradley made sure y/n’s things had been freshly washed and neatly folded. There were significantly more of y/n’s things than Mandy’s. Feminine hygiene products, a half empty bag of her favorite candy, even bits and pieces of an old Halloween costume.

A couple tears slid down Bradley’s face that he quickly wiped away as he looked at the picture that used to live on his desk before Mandy made him get rid of it. It was a framed picture of y/n and Bradley after playing a game of paintball. Both covered in different colored splotches that muraled their torsos and faces. That was Bradley’s favorite memory. It was one of the only times that he didn’t let her win, she simply was better at paintball than him. But that secret he would take to his grave.

A soft knock in the doorway drew Bradley’s

attention away from the photo and he now looked into his mothers sympathetic eyes.

“I messed up mom.” Bradley admitted through a tightened voice, keeping down the emotions.

“With Mandy?”

Bradley bit his lip to keep down the emotion that was threatening to explode from inside of him as he shook his head, unable to take his eyes off the picture.

Carole made her way over to the bed and sat down next to Bradley. She brought her only son into her side and rested her head on top of his, stroking his shoulder gently.

“You guys are so close, I’m positive you can talk it out.” She tried her best to advise her son. Bradley brought his hand up to his face and wiped away a stray tear, sniffling his nose.

“It’s better if I don’t after the way I treated her. I don’t deserve to be her friend, she’s too good for me.” Bradley’s heart felt like it was shattering. Leaving y/n behind for her own good was ten times harder than leaving Mandy for his own good.

It wasn’t until Bradley saw Dylan dance so intimately with y/n that he realized he was in love with her. The jealousy he felt in that moment was unlike anything he had felt before. He was nearly blind with rage when he shut himself in the master bedroom. It took every ounce of strength in him not to knock Dylan out.

“I don’t think that’s true.” Carole tried to soothe her son. “Now, she didn’t deserve how your girlfriend treated her.” There was a clear distaste to Carole’s voice that Bradley had picked up on. He pulled back from his mom and looked up at her with a guilty expression.

“You heard?”

Carole hummed in agreement. “With my own ears. Y/n stopped me from telling you because she didn’t want to ruin your happiness.”

Bradley felt a heavy weight tug on his heart. It felt like an elephant standing on a tightrope, the tethers threatening to snap at any moment.

“I’m sorry I ever brought Mandy around either of you.”

Carole chuckled a little and shook her head.

“She’s gone now, that’s all that matters. You live and learn, my love.”

Bradley gave his mother a half-hearted smile before putting the picture face down on his bedside table and he picked up the box with Mandy’s stuff in it.

“Would you mind taking the other box and just putting it by the front door? Y/n is coming later to grab it.”

Carole gave her son a saddened expression. “It’s not too late to fix it, hon.”

“It is now.” Bradley sighed. “I’m going to the military and she’s going to dermatology school in New York. Maybe it’s for the best that we didn't get to say goodbye, I don’t think I could have.” He admitted sorrowfully. Bradley walked to the door with the box and exited his room.

Before Carole grabbed the box with Y/n’s things in it, she looked at the flipped over picture on his nightstand. She picked up the frame, smiling at the memory and then propping it up on its kickstand to display the image once more.

Bradley stared at that picture on his nightstand for hours a day it seemed. He replayed every memory and every moment with her in his head. The concentration on her face when taking a test, the peace that reflected her every time she entered a library, the way her cheeks and nose were sun kissed at the beach in Mexico.

Bradley was completely and utterly in love with her, and he let her walk away.

Leaping from his bed, he reached for his shoes and scrambled to put them on. He flew down the stairs and out the front door. It was the middle of the day, his mom was at work. He also knew that y/n’s father would be at work but her mother would be working from home.

Bradley tackled the quick jog to your house with ease, making it to the driveway and traveling up. His eyes scanned up to your window, noticing the lack of decorations. What was normally a display of dream catchers and plants sunbathing, was now empty, white blinds. Bradley’s heart sank.

Taking a deep breath, Bradley knocked on the door. When nobody answered he knocked again. Only a second later did y/n’s mom open the door. Her eyes widened at the sight of him before she smiled.

“Bradley!” She greeted him in relief. Then her face fell to concern.

“Is everything okay?”

“Is y/n here?” Bradley asked, not bothering to hide the desperation in his voice. Sympathy flashed across her eyes as she looked at him. This instantly confirmed his suspicions.

“She left yesterday. She started talking to her new roommate and left early to explore the city.”

There it went, the tether's strength couldn’t bear the weight of the elephant anymore. His heart plummeted down to his stomach at the truth of his worries.

“I can give you the mailing address of her dorm?” Y/n’s mom suggested.

“Or, she has a phone number now, do you want that?”

Bradley hesitated. He wanted her phone number. He wanted the address. He wanted both. But then he thought about what would really happen. He would write her letters that he would never send. Stare at her phone number all day and never hit the call button.

“No. That’s okay. Thank you Mrs. L/n.”

She smiled sadly, reaching out to grip his shoulder.

“You ever need anything you come right over, okay?”

“Thank you.” Bradley responded quietly, truly appreciating the gesture.

Y/n pulled up to Bradley’s house, her heart racing. He had said he wouldn’t be there but the thought of having to face him made her heart ache. Why did it have to end like this? Y/n had hoped that they could stay friends. Maybe even visit each other during summers or spring break.

Upon putting her car in park she noticed a very familiar motorcycle parked in the driveway. Suspicion crept under her skin as she got out, walking up to the door. Y/n reached for the handle, her hand shaking gently as she gripped the door knob and slowly pushed the front door open.

The brown box with familiar clothing in it sat right beside the door. That box only held y/n’s attention for a moment as she heard Maverick and Carole talking in the kitchen.

“Mav, please.”

“Carole this is his whole life we’re talking about. He’s been dreaming about this since he was four!”

Y/n could hear her heart in her chest, praying that it would quiet down while she slowly crept towards the kitchen doorway to listen better. Y/n plastered herself against the wall to attempt to be invisible.

“Pete. Please, listen.”

Y/n had never heard Carole so desperate and pleading. There was silence on the other side of the conversation before Carole continued.

“I’m not going to be here much longer.”

“Carole please don’t say that-“ Maverick interrupted her, his voice breaking slightly in the middle of the sentence.

“Well it’s true. I need you to protect him. Please, he can’t end up like his dad.”

“Bradley’s a good kid. He’s smart. Everything is much safer now than it was then.”

There was silence when it was Carole’s turn to talk, and y/n heard a deep heavy sigh before Maverick continued.

“Alright, I’ll think of something.”

Y/n looked back to the open door, taking that as her cue to announce her entrance. She quietly tip-toed back over to the box and picked it up, shutting the door loudly to pretend she had just walked in.

“Bradley?” Carole asked into the house.

“Nope.” Y/n responded with a shaky, nervous breath.

Carole and Maverick both rounded the kitchen door, Carole looking at her sympathetically while Maverick tucked his hands into his pockets.

Setting the box down, y/n was engulfed in a hug by Carole. The tension in the air was thick. None of them dared bring up the reason that y/n had come in the first place.

“So,” Carole began. “When do you go to New York?”

“Two weeks.” Y/n responded with excitement. She was ready to move to the big city and start her new life. This was going to be a good change for her. A nice chance to reset all the emotions.

“Here.” Maverick caught the two women's attention as he moved to dig around in his backpack that he had tossed in the entryway. A pink envelope with y/n’s name written neatly on the outside was handed to her.

“Congrats on graduating.”

Y/n’s heart swelled as a warm smile spread across her face. She took the car and put it carefully on top of the neatly folded clothes in her box.

“Thank you Maverick. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course I did. I know how expensive New York is. Now, come here.”

Maverick extended his arms out to y/n and she stepped into his embrace. She was met with a tight squeeze and a ruffling of her hair by Mavericks knuckles.

Y/n looked between the two of them, suddenly feeling the awkwardness lacing over the air. She took in her bottom lip and picked up the box.

“Well, I’m off.”

Carole’s face was smiling, but it was a sad smile. Y/n would miss this woman that became such an impactful character in her life. She didn’t know how she would handle not seeing this woman every week.

“Good luck y/n.”

“We’ll be rooting for you.” Maverick brought his hand up to his forehead in a lazy salute. Y/n reciprocated the lazy salute back before turning on her heel and leaving Bradley’s house for the last time.

Y/n had come home for the summer, and she couldn’t be more content. New York was amazing, everything she imagined and more in fact. She spent a lot of free time seeing shows on Broadway and getting food at unholy hours of the night. The city that never sleeps was indeed a fitting name.

But now being back in her small hometown in SoCal, the quiet was something she never thought she would miss. There was no shouting, no car horns or sirens going off. Only the sounds of the birds fluttering by and the wind chimes making melodic tunes in the warm summer breeze.

Both of y/n’s parents were at work so she was home alone on a hot, late may afternoon. Though, the window was still open and letting in a draft. Yet another thing she found difficult to do in New York. One of her favorite books was laying in her lap as she read lazily in the sun cascading into the living room.

A knock at the door caught her attention. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows while finishing the paragraph before marking her page. She walked to the door, opening it to stare at a familiar face on the other side of the glass.

Bradley’s face was purely shocked, jaw gaping and eyes wide. Y/n’s heart thundered in her chest as she was at a loss for words. Her eyes scanned Bradley’s face. He got tan, very tan in the summer sun. But his eyes were still red and puffy, almost like he had been crying.

“What did you get home?” The waver in his voice only confirmed the suspicion. Y/n’s heart broke. She couldn’t remember a time she had actually seen Bradley cry. Everything that happened in the past year went out the window. Ignoring the promise she made to herself that she would hate him forever. She knew it was impossible.

Y/n pushed the glass door open and grabbed Bradley’s hand and drug him into the house.

“What’s wrong?” She demanded.

Bradley did as he was told, getting pulled into her house willingly. Y/n shut and locked the door before turning to face him. Bradley had his bottom lip in his mouth looking at the floor.

“My dad..” his voice cracked at the quiet, pitiful words that he spoke.

Y/n’s head whipped to the calendar on the wall and she squinted. Her heart sank out of her chest upon realizing the date. His dads birthday.

Instantly, her arms were around him. And like a magnet his arms were around her impossibly quick. Y/n sighed and sank into the warm embrace and smell that she missed so desperately.

Bradley’s head slumped to her shoulder as his cries grew into sobs. Sobs that raked through his body and shook his breathing. Y/n held on, squeezing him tighter by the moment and rubbing circles on his back.

Bradley pulled back from her embrace, face red and tear stained. He grabbed y/n’s hand and led them over to the couch where they sat down. Y/n was confused by this action, and wondered why he had moved their location.

His brown eyes glossed over with tears met hers. She searched for any indication of what this meant. He looked like he was trying to choke out words but nothing was leaving the captivity of his vocal cords. Y/n squeezed his hand tightly, reassuring him it was okay.

“My mom died a month ago.”

Y/n’s face fell into shock. A hand covered her mouth and she could already feel the emotion rising to her throat.

“Her cancer got too bad too fast. I told your mom not to tell you because I knew you would drop everything and come back.”

And Bradley was exactly right. She would have dropped everything and taken the first flight back to California. A new emotion rose into her mind. Guilt. She should have been there for him, should have picked up the damn phone and called.

Tears streamed down her face in addition to Bradley’s new ones also flowing. Bradley looked down at their intertwined hands, a thumb running over the tops of her knuckles.

“This is his first birthday without her.” His voice was gentle, fragile, hardly even a whisper.

The emotions she was trying to keep inside were now too strong. Y/n practically leapt into Bradley’s arms to consume him in a hug. Half for his comfort, and half for hers. Bradley’s arms wrapped tightly around her waist as she sat half on his leg and half on the couch.

“B, I’m so sorry.” Y/n whispered through her own pains tearing through her body at the moment.

Bradley curled his head into the nape of her neck, taking a tighter grip on her body to press against his own.

“I’m so happy you were here.” He whispered. Y/n felt his tears dropping down into her shirt as she was certain that hers were doing the same.

Y/n savored the way that their bodies fit together. Perfectly, she thought. Like two puzzle pieces that were made for one another. The pain in her heart over the news of Carole’s death was paired with a new pain. Heartbreak. Heart broken because she realized that the miles and miles of distance did nothing to her emotions. Heart broken because she was still in love with Bradley Bradshaw.

Finally, all she managed to mutter into his skin was;

“Me too.”

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