#she play chased me in the locker room n we were giggling n shit then it turned into me moving into a house and aranging things in a closet
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what the fuck i dreampt last night i went to a beach that had like a shop nearby and i bought some super fun n cute cat stickers at it and now im so mad i dont have htem for real
#there was also a super cute transgirl that hugged me in my dreama and i fthink i cried abd we went swimming together#she play chased me in the locker room n we were giggling n shit then it turned into me moving into a house and aranging things in a closet#i miss her so bad we were like best friends...#i actually want to cry now what the fuckkkk#i wish she was real what the fuckkk i miss her i miss her so bad#so much
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Rejected
Summary: y/n has had a crush on Theo for years. Theo always gave y/n hints that he felt the same way
Pairing: Theo Nott x Slytherin Fem!reader
Warning: not proof read! eh angst?? just sad sad one sided shit, this represents me
A/N: a short oneshot literally based off of something that happened recently, and I think that writing this will help me move on :)
Pic from @/lorenzo_zurzolo on Instagram
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My mind was always on him. Whenever I thought about my future, I always imagined that it would be with him.
The way he smiled at me. The way he sang to me on our way home on the train. The way he would wait outside of my class so we can walk together. The way that he asked me to get matching shoes with him. The way that he would trap me against the railing when we would watch the other houses play quidditch.
It all showed that he wanted a future with me too.
I’ve known him since Year 2, he was my best friend. I didn’t realize that I fancied him until Year 4, and now we are in our last year at Hogwarts.
Everyone knew that it was us two, nobody ever came in between us. Though, time was the only one who was able to.
“What are you thinking about?” Pansy bumped my shoulder as I left my imagination.
“Nothing.” I said, looking down at the plate of food I haven’t touched yet.
“Well, just to let you know that Theo has been staring at you for a few minutes now.” she tried to make it unnoticeable that she was talking about him, when there was only two people between Pansy and Theo.
“Don’t make it obvious.” I moved Pansy’s face to look at me.
“You’re going to have to tell him.” she pointed at me with her fork.
“I know I know, I will.”
“When’s that?”
“Soon, before we graduate.”
Pansy let out a little giggle from her seat across from me.
“What?”
“Word already spread about you wanting him. If it got to Draco and Blaise, it probably already got to Theo.” she giggles as I drag my hands across my face.
“Fuck i’m screwed.”
“Do it soon. It’s better to just get it over with. We already know that he most definitely has feelings for you too, he just wants you to make the first move.” she straightened her posture, showing that she has confidence in the future relationship.
“Ugh fine.” I rolled my eyes at her as I stabbed the potatoes on my plate.
The rest of the school day I thought nonstop about all the things Theo and I have done together. The memories giving me butterflies.
Even though Theo and I aren’t best friends anymore, I still care for him. I watch his quidditch games and more.
Once the last class ended, I quickly rushed to Theo’s class in hope to catch him before he heads off to practice.
I saw his tall frame and brown hair among all the other students, he towered over them.
“Theo!” I chased after him, his strides longer than mine.
I called his name out again, this time catching his attention. He turned around and his eyebrows furrowed.
“Y/n, what’s up?” he walked towards me, dodging the little kids in the halls.
His body towered over me, I felt so little next to him. His cheeks were a little red from the winds of Spring.
“Can I talk to you after your practice?” I looked up at him, my neck straining.
“Yeah, okay. What about?” he crossed his arms, his face showing that he’s confused.
“I don’t want you to be late to practice. I’ll see you in the common room later.” I leaned back and forth on my shoes, hoping that it didn’t show that I was nervous.
“Common room after practice, see you.” he quickly turned and made his way to the locker room.
Once I saw him walk away, my stomach began to crawl up my throat. I felt sick.
I rushed to my dorm, trying to calm down with big gulps of water. Pansy tried to calm me down by saying that everything will go as planned.
It felt like my lungs kept shrinking with every breath I took. The water in my stomach felt like it was going back out.
It was chaos.
“Y/n, you need to calm down. You’re going to pass out.” Pansy scrambled across our dorm as she tried to stop me from freaking out.
“I’m going to take a nap, wake me up when their practice gets done.” I fall backwards onto my bed, my mind going to different places to help me sleep.
After a long needed nap, I was woken up by Pansy throwing multiple pillows at me.
“Merlin! It took five pillows to wake you up!” I rubbed my eyes as I tried to figure out why she woke me up. “Get up! They just ended practice!”
I instantly sat up straight from my bed and my eyes widened. I murmured a ‘fuck’ under my breath.
I stood up and quickly brushed my teeth and freshened up before Theo got to the common room.
“Pans, I’m scared.” I cracked my knuckles, trying to release some nerves.
She gripped my shoulders, holding me still. “Either you do this and find out or it bugs you for years, you choose.”
“Shit. Okay.” I took a deep breath in. “Fuck it.”
I walked out of the dorm, my heart beating faster with every step I take.
I sit on the couch waiting for Theo to come back, watching the young ones play cards.
“Y/n” I froze at the sound of his voice.
I slowly turned my head to meet his face. “Theo, come sit.” I patted the cushion next to me.
“How about you little ones wash up before supper?” I told the kids. They nodded at me and cleaned up their game.
“So what’d you want to talk about?” He said, his head leaning against the back of the couch.
“Umm. Okay. I just wanted to talk about my feelings for you.” I looked down at my fingers, picking off the nail polish.
“Oh wow okay.” his cheeks warmed up, his eyes widened as he was still trying to process what I have said.
“It’s been a while and I wanted to get it off my chest before we graduate.” I shrugged my shoulders at him, but also trying to read his facial expressions.
“Y/n. I’m not looking for a relationship right now because of Uni.”
Nobody said anything about a relationship, silly boy.
I nodded my head.
“And I already told the girl i’m talking to from Beauxbaton the same thing.”
the girl he’s talking to?
I nodded my head some more.
“I get that. I just didn’t want to graduate without telling you, you know?” I avoided eye contact with him.
“Yeah. Sorry but thank you for telling me.” he pat my hand, reassuring me.
“Of course!” I put a fake smile on my face.
“If you don’t mind me asking, how long has it been?”
Fuck. Do I tell him the truth and that it’s been five years? Do I lie and say it’s only been a couple of months?
“Good question, honestly I don’t know.” I let out a little giggle, thinking about how many hours and days i’ve wasted.
He laughed too. He rubbed my shoulder and quickly got up to go into his dorm, leaving me staring into the fire place.
I just sat there, watching the fire burn the wood. I sat there for a whole hour until I told myself to go back up to the dorm.
There Pansy was, sitting on her bed waiting for me
“Finally! What did he say?”
I looked at her emotionless.
“Oh my sweet girl.” she jumped up from her bed and tightly hugged me.
I just stood there, no tears. I don’t feel sad. I don’t feel like throwing myself on my bed and crying into a pillow. I just felt numb.
Pansy walked me towards the bay window.
“Are you okay love?” her thumb rubbed at the back of my hand.
“Yeah. Yeah. I’m okay.” I whispered as I looked out the window, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion.
“You want to talk about it?”
I huffed.
“I just don’t understand. We all saw the signs right?” I looked at her for confirmation.
“Everyone did hun.”
“So I don’t get how he’s talking to someone else and gave me those signs.” my back leaned against the wall, my hands dragging over my face.
“How do you feel, now that you know?”
“I feel relieved, but also numb.” I shook my head side to side. “I don’t know.”
The whole night Pansy and I talked about what happened and why it didn’t work out. We talked about if I told him earlier, I could’ve had a chance.
All these possibilities but from the past.
After a few days, I felt refreshed. I feel that there’s nothing holding me back.
Still even a week later, I can still feel Theo’s stares at me. I don’t know why he stares, but it now it doesn’t give me butterflies, it makes me confused even more
But I’m growing and learning to detach from him. Everything will be okay, it just takes time.
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good girls don't get used: michael langdon x fem! reader
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READ PART 2 HERE
summary: michael langdon, your ex, falls into a bet wherein he has to (fake) date you. if he falls in love again, he loses and doesn't get the prize.
warnings: private school au, fuckboy!michael, slight mention of sexual topics + i didnt proofread this mwahaha
this fic is inspired by the song 'good girls (don't get used)' by beach bunny.
i don't know if other private schools have bells, because mine doesn't :(
italicized bold words are direct lyrics from the song. but in this chapter, there are none since this is like an intro :)
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"Dude, shut the fuck up."
"Are you kidding? She really said that?"
"You really think that's gonna happen?"
"Who's class do you have first?"
Voices of different students flooded the white and grey hallways of the school. Different friend groups and teachers can be seen roaming the halls, getting stuff from their respective lockers as they waited for the bell to ring.
"Y/N! Do you mind if I borrow your calculator? I forgot mine at home and Math is my next class." She said while panting.
"Sure, here it is. If you lose it, I'd probably drop kick your ass." Y/N let out a small laugh and grabbed the calculator from her locker, giving it to her friend.
"Gosh, Y/N. I'll never lose it! I'll give it back during recess. Thanks again!" She flashed Y/N a smile and waved bye, before returning to her locker.
Y/N looked at herself in the mirror she had on her locker, fixing the tie that always seemed to be out of place whenever she checked. Her hair was neat, complete with a white headband that complimented the color of her school's uniform.
A few seconds later, the bell rang and everybody started rushing. Different couples were seen kissing before they parted ways for the mean time.
Cringe. Y/N thought. She shrugged it off and held her books tightly to her chest, walking to her next class.
Walking straight into the classroom, she noticed a group of guys dart their eyes to her direction as she entered. They gave her weird smirks. In return, she stared back at them while she made her way to her seat and never broke eye contact. Eventually, she noticed a familiar face among the group.
Michael, her ex.
How the fuck is he in my English class? She thought, along with a whole hundred thoughts roaming around her head. Michael stared back at her, giving her a wink.
Y/N's face gave a hint of disgust, "The fuck do you want, Langdon?" She stood up from her seat and walked over to Michael, pushing his other friends. She heard his friends coo and tease Michael for his act towards her.
Michael put up his hands in defense, "Chill, is it bad to wink at a pretty girl like you?" He said with a smug look, while he grazed his hand over her arm.
"Shut the fuck up, Langdon. Don't you ever touch me." Y/N slapped his hand away, his friends taken aback from her actions. As she walked back to her seat, the teacher entered as well.
Y/N put her face in her hands. By now, a million thoughts were in her head. It's been 2 years since Michael and her broke up, and since then, she made a promise to herself that she would never fall in love with men like him. She was so tired of all the tears and sleepless nights that Michael gave her.
She let out a sigh and lifted her head from her hands. The soft light from the windows filled her eyes after the darkness formed by her hands, causing her to rub her eyes to adjust from the light.
The rest of the hour went smoothly for Y/N, after English class was recess, her most favorite time of the day— aside from going home, of course.
She glanced at her watch, 10:28 AM.
2 more minutes, and English will be over. She thought.
She averted her gaze back on the white board full of scribbles about some writing lesson she clearly did not listen to. She looked over to her classmates and friends, Well they aren't listening either. She laughed at the thought.
As soon at the bell rang, everyone started packing up their notebooks, textbooks, and whatever they had on their table. Every student was seen rushing out of every classroom in hopes of being the first ones in line for the cafeteria.
On the way there, Y/N bumped into her friend group. "Hey Y/N! We heard about happened in English class. Michael is really in your class?" A friend of hers mentioned, "Yea, and apparently that son of a bitch winked at me, such a disgusting ass motherfucker. he should keep his fuck boy ass to himself." Y/N spat out, earning a chorus of 'oh's' from her friends.
When they arrived at the cafeteria, the line was painfully long, all of them groaned in frustration and they had no choice but to wait for the line to move. But once it did, it was faster than usual. After Y/N and her friends received their food, they left the cafeteria to eat at their usual place.
The school rooftop.
A few students know that staying in the school rooftop is permitted, which was why Y/N and her friends loved eating there.
When they arrived at the rooftop, they saw the usual people that they always encounter while staying there. The view was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. The small garden in the rooftop gave a beautiful and elegant touch.
Though there were a few chairs and tables, Y/N and her friends always preferred to eat on the floor. So, they laid the linen cloth on the ground and sat on it. Y/N was wearing the skirt uniform, thus she removed her tux and placed it on her legs to prevent her skirt from lifting.
They shared a few giggles while they ate their meals, laughing about some life experiences, or whatever they wanted to talk about.
Y/N loved this. She loved how she and her friends would have little moments like these, it was like an escape from reality.
The rest of the day went smoothly for Y/N. She didn't fall asleep in any of her classes, which in this case was a very big accomplishment for her.
As soon as she arrived home, her little brother, Aaron, rushed towards her. "Y/N!! I missed you!" He chimed, Y/N kneeled down onto his level and gave him the tightest hug. "I missed you too, Aaron!" Her mom came into the room and smiled. Y/N stood up and gave her mom a hug as well.
"How was school?" Her mom asked, Y/N placed her tux on the coat hanger by the door. "It was fine, Mom. Where's Dad?" Y/N walked over to the fridge and poured herself a glass of milk, "He'll be home soon, he still has a meeting right now." She took a sip of her milk, "Oh, okay. I'll be upstairs doing school work." The glass of milk that was once full, now empty.
She took her things upstairs and plopped herself on the bed. Out of nowhere she felt a vibrating noise from her bag, she rummaged through her bag to find her phone and once she did, a message was see on her lockscreen.
Unknown Sender has sent you a message.
She unlocked her phone and went to her messages.
Unknown Sender: hey ;)
Her eyebrows furrowed. What the fuck?
(Y/N): hi? whos this?
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Unknown Sender: oh shit you deleted my number? damn.
"Huh? I don't recall deleting anyone's number..." She went to her recently deleted contacts and it showed nothing.
(Y/N): im sorry, i haven't deleted anyone's number recently, maybe you have the wrong number?
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Unknown Sender: im pretty sure you know me, Y/N.
They know my name. And her heart started pounding.
(Y/N): and im pretty sure i dont, so just reveal yourself before i report this number
read 2:35pm
Unknown Sender: ayo chill 😬 its me michael.
"Michael fucking Langdon? You've got to be fucking me right now." She felt rage fill her, slamming her keyboard.
(Y/N): langdon what the fuck do you want? i made it very clear that i dont want you talking to me.
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Before Michael could reply, she changed his contact name to 'Motherfucker'
You have changed Unknown Sender's contact name as 'Motherfucker'
Motherfucker: damn you still mad at me after 2 years? gosh (Y/N). whats with the nickname?
(Y/N): of course im still mad, asshole. ill never forget what you fucking did.
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Motherfucker: i thought you forgave me 🥺
(Y/N): FORGIVE YOU???? god langdon you're so fucking stupid, i will never forgive you. you didnt even say sorry in the first place!
Pissed off, Y/N blocked his number. "That fucking asshole." She mumbled to herself.
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"Hey! Y/N!" A familar voice called out from the crowd. Y/N removed one earbud and turned around to find the voice that called her.
Once she saw the shiny blonde locks from that stood out in the crowd, she immediately ran in the opposite direction in hopes of avoiding him.
It was Michael, again.
"Y/N wait!" Michael called out again, chasing her
For some reason, Michael was able to catch her. He pulled Y/N into an empty science laboratory and they were both panting.
"What the fuck do you want this time, Langdon?" Y/N was catching her breath, fanning herself with her hand.
"Okay. First off, sorry for the sudden message. I know I pissed you off and that wasn't my intention at a—"
"What was your intention then?" She cut him off.
Michael panicked.
"Uh, you know? I just wanna talk to you again. Clear the bad air between us.."
Y/N let out a laugh, "Clear the bad air?? Oh gooood Langdon, you are really so stupid! You know what? You just made it worse." She pushed him off and walked out of the room,
"Whatever it is your planning, Langdon, I'm telling to stop it. I don't wanna talk to you or even go near you."
Michael was dumbfounded. She changed so much. He thought to himself.
2 years ago, Y/N was the sweetest, most innocent girl he knew. Playing with her feelings was Michael's biggest regret, and he's starting to feel it again.
Michael was about to leave the room until he felt a buzzing from his pocket, He pulls out his phone to see who was calling him.
Duncan, one of his bestfriends.
Michael answered the call, "Hello?"
"What's the update on your little girl?"
"She still doesn't trust me."
"That's sad man."
"I know. She changed alot. "
"What do you mean by 'changed'?" Duncan emphasized,
"I can't point it out, Dunc."
"Whatever you do, don't chicken out. I promise this bet is worth it."
"Fine, I trust you."
Call Ended.
Michael ran his fingers through his hair in frustration and left the room before the bell rang.
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It was the last subject of the day. Most students were falling asleep or on their phones.
Y/N was scribbling weird things on the back of her notebook, when suddenly the bell rang. She packed up her stuff and stood up from her seat. Before she could leave the room, she saw a familiar face again.
Michael stood by the doorway of her classroom, the strap of his bag over one shoulder while he looked for Y/N among the other students.
Y/N ignored Michael and walked past him, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her towards him.
"Langdon! What the fuck do you want?!" She screamed, all of the students averting their attention to her.
Michael put a finger on his lips, shushing her. "Let's go somewhere private, yea?"
"But—"
Before she could object, Michael dragged her outside towards the parking lot.
"Okay this is actually something serious—"
"CUT THE SHIT LANGDON! IM TIRED OF YOU."
"Woah‐woah! Easy now. I actually need your help, with school..."
Michael rubbed her shoulders, looking straight into her eyes. For once, Y/N believed him. His eyes were speaking the truth.
"Okay, fine. Shoot."
"I can't believe I'm saying this.."
"Don't waste my time, Langdon."
"Fine! I'm failing."
Y/N's mouth hung open. Michael was one of the top students in their batch and this was obviously a huge surprise for her.
"Oh, really? What am I gonna do about that?" She crossed her arms and cocked her head to the side.
"Can you please help me? Like, tutor me?" At this point, Michael was desperate.
"Um, no thanks. Just fuck some other girl's pussy for your grades." Y/N pushed him away, but Michael stopped her again.
"I'm serious, Y/N. I really need your help."
"Why me?"
Now that made Michael nervous.
"Because you happen to be the top of our batch right now?"
"Fine! Under one condition."
Michael was curious, "What?"
"If I do this tutor shit, we're doing it at my place. I can't tutor you in your messy ass room." Y/N said. She always remembered how messy Michael's room was when they were together. He would only clean when he was scolded by Y/N.
"That's fine by me."
"Okay then. 5pm, sharp."
She walked away, but Michael pulled her again.
"Let me go! What do you want now?" Y/N said, clearly annoyed.
"Unblock my number, silly." Michael chuckled,
"No."
"How are you supposed to know if I already arrived?"
"Theres a doorbell, dimwit. I'll be downstairs waiting for you."
"Bu—"
"Bye, Michael. I'll see you later." Y/N flashed him a small smile and continued to walk away.
Once he saw Y/N reach the bus stop, he started walking to his car, until someone tapped him on his shoulder.
"Hey Michael, whats the update? I saw you talking to her." It was Duncan. His brown hair was lightly gelled back and the first two buttons of his white dress shirt were undone.
"I'm still trying to win her back, I lied to her that I was failing so she could tutor me. That way, it'll be easier."
Duncan smirked, "That's my boy! When will this tutor thing start?"
"Later, 5pm."
"Hmm, that's good. Remember, if you fall in love again, bet's over."
"I won't."
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tags mwah: @kitwalker02 @sojournmichael @angelicmichael @deademobitch @iheartfrogs101 @tatestripedsweater @mrs-march-ahs
i hope you guys enjoyed this. i wrote this while doing schoolwork </3
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Terrible plans paved with good intentions (Mal x Reader)
Request: R and mal are secretly dating so one of the other youngins hits on R all the time and we get to see a jealous mal?
Authors note: This one was like uber fun to write, so i really hope you enjoy it. Also, Reader is used to lots of physical contact and affection from the youngins. Anyway, Enjoy! hit me up with requests, questions or if you just wanna say hi!
The youngins were concerned. Very concerned. You and Mal were acting strangely. The two of you were always together, and the young forward seemed to be the only person in the team with the ability to get you to crack a smile. It was obvious from the way that the two of you interacted that you liked each other. The problem was that both of you seemed to be too chicken to do anything about it.
Hell, Emily had even asked you point blank if you were dating Mal, to which you had snorted and walked away. They just wanted you guys to be happy, and the one thing that would make you and Mal the happiest would be if you were dating. So it seemed that the only option was for them to meddle to get the two of you together.
“Y/n and Mal are either blind or oblivious”
“Or both,” Emily snorted, as she watched you chase Mal around the field, trying to steal back the ball you had been messing around with.
“She lets her borrow her snapbacks and everything,” Lindsey smirked as you tackled Mal to the ground, and she grabbed your signature hat off your head. You just smiled down at the girl, placing a kiss on her forehead before standing and going back to juggling the soccer ball.
“Are you three thinking what I’m thinking?” Emily smiled at Lindsey, Sam, and Rose wiggling her eyebrows. This was the perfect opportunity to meddle. The perfect opportunity to both prank the two of you and get you to finally admit your feelings.
“Whatever you’re thinking, I want nothing to do with it. Last time we messed with Y/n she almost ripped our heads off,” Sam said raising her hands. She wanted nothing to do with whatever scheme Emily’s diabolical mind thought up, she still had mental scars from how scary you were when you were angry. How you had taken every opportunity you could to make practice the next day horrible for all of them.
“That’s because we ruined her favorite shirt,” Lindsey rolled her eyes. This wouldn’t end up like that, as you would be extremely happy about your newfound relationship.
“So now you just wanna ruin her friendship with Mal,” Rose laughed, quirking an eye up at team blond. She was pretty sure you would rather have Mal as a friend than nothing at all, and she knew Mal felt the same. You were both terrified of losing your friend, and getting over that wasn’t something that could (or should) be rushed.
“No, we wanna make them more than friends,” Emily wined, waving her arms wildly. You both felt the same so why should you have to wait?
“I’m out,” Sam said firmly, seconded by Rose’s “Me too!”. They would rather watch you dance around your feelings than suffer the wrath of a pissed off you and Mal.
“Losers,” Lindsey called after them as they jogged away. She and Em didn’t need their help anyway. So, the plan to get the star forwards together began. What they didn’t know was that you and Mal were much more than friends...
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You panted on the field, walking as a cool down from the intense scrimmage you had just participated in. You had been against Emily, Kelley, and Becky, and it was a fucking nightmare. And with JJ in their midfield, you had spent a lot of time trying to out-maneuver the women.
In ninth-two degree heat, trying to score had taken a lot out of you. It also had sweat dripping down your forehead, which you were dabbing with the bottom of your tank top.
“Hey hot stuff, you look like a fucking rockstar today,” Emily jogged up beside you, winking and swatting at your exposed abs. You instantly dropped your tank top.
“Thanks, Em, you looked pretty good too,” You laughed at the defender, patting her head, before returning your gaze to the forward that had stolen your heart.
You made to jog off but were stopped by Emily’s hand in your arm, subtly squeezing your bicep.
“It’s kinda warm out here isn’t it?” She asked, fluttering her eyelashes at you.
You glanced down at were her fingers were testing your muscles, a light sheen of red covering your cheeks from being blatantly hit on. Your mind raced for a way to let her down easy, and hopefully not ruin your friendship or the team dynamic.
“Um, I guess,” You started, your tongue feeling like lead in your mouth. You carefully pulled your arm away to rub the back of your neck, sending help me eyes to your girlfriend from across the field.
When you turned back around, Emily had managed to pull her tank top clean off and wrap it like a towel around her neck. Your eyes widened and your mouth went dry and you purposefully stared at her in the eyes. “whoa, why are you taking your shirt off,” you covered your face with your hands, much like a two-year-old playing hide and seek.
“Cause I’m hot, don’t you agree?” Emily smirked at you, nearly giggling at how adorable you were (and not missing the glare that Mal was sending her way). It was also kinda cute how you refused to look anywhere but towards Mal, the ground, or her eyes.
“That-, um-, I-, uh,” you stuttered, turning completely away from the woman. Yes, you were in love with Mal, but you also had eyes, and the women on the national team were very attractive. You felt like you were in high school talking to a pretty cheerleader and not one of your best friends.
“Relax Y/n,” She murmured, her eyebrows furrowing at how flustered you were. She didn’t think that something this simple would turn you into a stuttering, blushing mess. You had a reputation as a flirt, so she was surprised by your reaction.
“I’m gonna go,” you muttered softly, nearly sprinting towards where Lindsey was standing with Mal, wrapping the smaller girl up in your arms.
It was interesting the way that Mal’s fingers ran through your hair, and you just melted into her. How the fuck could you not realize that you were in love with her.
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After your very strange encounter with Emily on the pitch, you had hoped that the weight session would be uneventful. You had gotten to cuddle with Mal on the bus ride and you were supposed to be paired with her for the workout. What you didn’t know was that it’s was Lindsey’s turn to try out Emily’s plan.
Sure, Mal had glared at them, and you two had been a little too touchy-feely in the ride over, but you still hadn’t confessed your feelings for one another. At least that’s what team blond thought.
So here you were, standing in front of the squat rack, sending confused eyes to Mal in the mirror, your tongue lolling out the side to get her to giggle. You were so busy making faces at Mal that you didn’t notice Lindsey approach you.
“Hey sexy, need a spot?” She whispered into your ear, her lips caressing the shell as she wrapped her arms around your waist.
You jumped at the feeling, an unpleasant shiver running down your back. “Shit,”
“Whoa there,” She murmured, kissing your cheek as she steadied the two of you. Your cheeks flushed when you realized just how close to you she was, and you immediately pulled away.
“Umm, I, thought you were paired with Emily,” You mumbled, scratching the back of your neck.
“I switched with Mal,” Lindsey smirked at you, not missing how you looked longingly over her shoulder at the said woman.
“So, need a spot?” Lindsey asked, gesturing towards the squat rack.
“Yeah, I guess,” You sighed, wincing slightly at Mal’s glare. You were in trouble with her and you knew it. But it really wasn’t your fault that people were hitting on you, you weren’t the one who didn’t wanna tell all your friends you were dating.
You grabbed the bar, positioning it on your shoulders, and Lindsey stepped into position behind you. Except instead of the normal spot, she wrapped her hands around your waist, her fingers playing with the hem at the front of your workout shirt.
“Hey Lindsey, you don’t have to grab my waist, I got it,” You stuttered our, your pink cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.
“I know, but I like being close to you,” She hummed into your ear, placing a kiss on the back of your neck. You thanked God that she was standing there because you dropped the bar at the action. You scrubbed your hands over your eyes, barely able to get the “I-, um-, I-I think I’m done,” out of your mouth before you escaped.
Across the gym, Mal watched the interaction with disdain. Her grip on the dumbbell tightening incremental with every move Lindsey made. How could you stand there and blush while Lindsey was making a move on you?
Mal knew that you held no romantic feelings for Lindsey or Emily, but it didn’t make her feel any less jealous when they were practically throwing themselves at you.
“If you grip that bar any harder Mal Pal, you’re going to pull a muscle,” Emily snickered, shivering slightly at Mal’s deadly glare.
“Shut up Sonnett,” She snapped.
“Whoa there, careful or someone might think you’re jealous,” The blond smirked, eyeing the way Mal was sharing glances with your very wide eyes in the mirror. She never knew that you were so easy to fluster.
“Whatever,” Mal scoffed, dropping the weight and heading towards the locker room, and Sonnett wasn’t even surprised when you followed mere seconds after.
*****
Emily and Lindsey waited exactly 10 minutes before heading to the locker room, hoping that maybe you had pulled your head out of your ass and asked out Mal.
They carefully crept into the locker room, but instead of being met with the preferable sight of You mad Mal cuddled up together, they were met with you sitting on the bench with your head in your hands and Mal pacing like there was no tomorrow. If the scowl on her face meant anything, you two weren’t having a good conversation.
“That’s not my fault Mal,” You said far too calmly, scrubbing your eyes with your hands in frustration.
“Well you sure as hell didn’t try and stop them,” Mal growled back, running her hands through her hair and pulling angrily at the strands. Who gave Lindsey and Emily the right to hit on you? To touch you?
“Yeah, because my repeated attempts to get your attention weren’t a sign that I needed help,” You nearly yelled one exasperation, standing and blocking her path, hands placed firmly in your hips.
“Well maybe if you weren’t such a gay mess around our teammates everything would have been fine. You practically let them grope you,” She grumbled, waving her hands in dramatically. Yes, your red cheeks and stuttering were adorable, but only when it was happening with her. Sonnett and Lindsey shouldn’t get to experience that.
You sighed. It wasn’t like you could tell the women to hit the road without telling them that you were dating. And you didn’t want to be rude to them, they were your friends.
“What do you exp-..” You started softly, only to be cut off by her soft lips claiming your own. You melted into her, letting her tongue explore your mouth with ease.
She pulled away suddenly, keeping her forehead on your own. “You’re mine Y/n Y/m/n Y/l/n got it,”
“Mm yes ma’am,” You mumbled, connecting your lips again. They were like your drug, you just couldn’t get enough.
“When the fuck did this happen?” Lindsey exclaimed, and you and Mal jumped apart, a bright red blush coloring your cheeks.
“Like 6 months ago,” Mal stated fondly, grabbing your hand and pulling you back into her embrace. You immediately relaxed against her.
“Holy shit,” Lindsey said breathlessly, staring at you with wide eyes.
“See, my plan worked,” Emily smirked, nudging her bond counterpart with her shoulder. Lindsey rolled her eyes at the woman. You had clearly not appreciated their advances on you.
“No your plan made them fight, they were already together,” Lindsey snarked back, glaring at the other woman, and sending you a sorry smile.
“So that’s why you guys were turning my baby into a gay mess?” Mal asked, crossing her arms and staring at Lindsey and Emily expectantly, while you shrunk behind her. You loved Mal and no one hitting on you was gonna change that, plus she was hot when she was agitated (as long as it wasn’t with you).
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It was worth it
Pairing: Boyfriend Youngbin + Female Reader; secret relationship
Genre: Soft Smut, a bit of angst
Warnings: Making out, oral (female receiving), fingering, male masturbation, a couple of curses
Words: +1,4k
Requested: Hi! I could imagine with Youngbin or Taeyang you choose! Where he secretly dates a staff, except SF9 who know about their relationship, sees that his girlfriend is very overwhelmed because of work and decides to give her an oral (smut) so she can relax.
Author’s message: Hi, dear anon. Your request is finally here and it was really fun to write. Hope you like it and send in more requests later. Thank you for your support. Foxy kisses 😘
P.S: As english is not my mother language, it may contain misspelled. Also, sorry for any other mistakes :)
Synopsis: You have been really stressed about work, so your boyfriend Youngbin helps to relax even if only for one night.
After three years as one of SF9’s staff, your life was never so hard as now, since the boys accepted the invitation to join Kingdom. You were always running between meetings and practices, checking their SNS’s, keeping up with all the articles and gossip spread out on the internet.
All of this was making you extremely stressed, and all you could do when you arrived at home late at night was take a hot shower and sink into your bed. You didn’t even have time for your boyfriend, although he was always around you at work.
You were secretly dating Youngbin for some months now and no one but the members knew about your relationship. Both of you struggled at the beginning, scared of doing something wrong or geting caught, but the overwhelming feelings you felt for each other were stronger and you just took that chance to live your romance with no regrets.
But the overwhelming feelings you had now are different, very different, and Youngbin wasn’t the cause of it - well, at least not directly. You were exhausted, your body hurt, you had headaches constantly, you barely had time to eat or sleep properly, and you felt like you could explode any time.
In one night, when the sun was long gone and the moon shone sadly in the sky and all the other staff had already finished their work and left, you found yourself alone in one of the meeting rooms, reading and rereading a ton of articles and checking comments on SNS.
All the work seemed endless and you were about to cry in despair when you heard the door opening and Youngbin’s head poking into the room.
“Hey, baby! Why are you still here?”, Youngbin gave you that sweet eye smile of his, making your heart ache.
“Hey…”, you weakly answered trying to control your tears. “I have to finish this”, you pointed to the laptop in front of you, dozens of tabs open in the browser.
“Wanna company?”, Youngbin asked, closing the door behind him and walking to sit next to you.
“You better go home, Binnie. It’s late and you should be exhausted after all these practices”, you slowly replied, feeling his strong arms wrap around your shoulders.
“So do you, Y/N. You’ve been working so hard these days and you need to rest too”, he whispered softly in your ear, fingers playing with your hair.
“I know, but there’s still so much to do”, you murmured and then you realized you were crying, sobbing, in the crook of his neck.
“It’s okay, baby. Everything’s okay. Let it all go”, Youngbin comforted you, drawing slow patterns on your shoulder as you finally broke down on him.
“It’s so hard, Youngbin”, you said when you calmed down a little. “I’m always so tired, my whole body hurts, I don’t know what’s resting anymore and we don’t even have time for ourselves anymore”, you paused and parted to look at him, reaching for his cheeks. “I miss you so much, baby. I miss your kisses, I miss your touches, I miss your body on mine, I miss you making me complete during nights”, you whispered, fighting against the urge to kiss him right there.
“I miss you too, baby… So bad”, Youngbin cupped your face in his large hands and pressed your lips together, slowly at the beginning, but with passion right after, kissing you hungrily and desperately, as if he was trying to remind you of your sweet taste long forgotten.
Youngbin pulled you to his lap and you automatically straddled him, feeling his bulge growing into his pants and against your core. “Youngbin, stop! We can’t do this here”, you suddenly pushed him, breaking your hot kisses.
“Why not? There are only you and me here, babe. Everyone else is already gone”, he quickly said before chasing your lips again. “We can enjoy ourselves tonight”, you murmured into your mouth, his warm tongue effortlessly taking control over you.
“Youngbin, no… That’s not right”, you breathed and your boyfriend immediately stopped, looking at you with concerned but still needing eyes.
“Tell me you don’t want to, Y/N”, he said, trying to hold in his own desire.
“I want to, but I just can’t… I… I still have work to do, Binnie”, you explained, limbs slightly trembling with need.
“Shh… Take a break, huh?”, Youngbin pleaded and you reluctantly nodded. “At least let me take care of you”, he gave you a smirk that ran right to your heat before placing you on the top of the desktop.
You sat there and watched him moving your laptop and a pile of papers away, waiting for any sign of what he was going to do next.
“Open your legs for me, baby”, Youngbin commanded with a lust voice. Your eyes widened at his request, but you were too horny to even think about rejecting his order. You lifted your skirt and spread your legs as much as you can, while Youngbin adjusted his swivel chair to be on the same level as your pussy.
He ran his long fingers over your soaked panties, drawing slow patterns on your clothed clit. “Shit, you’re so wet”, he groaned, pushing the lacy fabric to the side to touch you raw. A gasp escaped from your lips as Youngbin locked his eyes with yours. “Can I taste you, babygirl?”.
“God, yes”, you breathed quickly as he continued his motions on your clit. You let go a loud moan when his hot mouth finally attached to your pussy, licking and sucking your swollen bud as his fingers traced your entrance. “Youngbin”, you moaned his name, one finger curling into your pussy and brushing on your g-spot.
With his free hand, Youngbin managed to pull down his sweatpants and set his hard dick free, palming himself in the same pace of his tongue on your clit, his groans reverberating on your sensitive nerves. Your whole body was in flames, legs loosely hanging on your boyfriend’s shoulders at his point, while he abused your womanhood and touching himself under the table.
A second finger was inserted into your hole, thrusting exactly on your sweet spot, making you see stars under your shut eyelids. Youngbin had barely started, but you were already so close, feeling his fingers and tongue moving easier against you as your legs slightly shook around him, tugging hopelessly in his hair.
You could tell Youngbin was reaching his high as well, his breath ragged into your searing skin. Now, his tongue sucked harshly on your clit, setting a desperate pace as he felt you clenching around his fingers.
“Bin, I’m close”, you whined into the room, body collapsed on the desktop, hips shaking due to pleasure.
“Cum for me, baby”, Youngbin moaned against your nerves when he barely could hold himself anymore, speeding up the pace of his fingers into you. And with a couple of right thrusts, you came undone into his mouth, gladly tasting your waters.
“Fuck”, Youngbin moaned right after, coming all over his stomach and pants, resting his exhausting head on your thigh as he recovered his breath. He looked up at you and gave you a proud smile. “Feeling better?”, he asked, caressing your quivering hips.
“Oh yeah”, you breathed. “I feel so good, so relaxed now”, you replied with a tired smile gracing your face too. “You made a mess of yourself”, you giggled looking at his cum on his shirt.
“It was worth it”, Youngbin grinned, pulling his pants up again, putting back your panties and skirt to their places right away. He got up and took your hands, helping you to sit down. “Let’s finish work for today, okay?”, he softly said, cupping your face.
“Okay”, you agreed, taking his hands in yours. “Binnie, you don’t have anything scheduled in the morning… Wanna spend the rest of the night at my place? So we can relax in my bed”, you suggested, raising your eyebrows.
“Are you serious?”, Youngbin couldn’t believe the blessed words he just heard. When you confirmed, he always jumped in excitement. “Okay… I’ll change my clothes. Meet me at the parking lot in five minutes”, he didn’t wait for your answer, already leaving the room towards the locker room.
You laughed to yourself and organized your things, heading to the parking to wait for him. Youngbin showed up punctually in five minutes, clearly happy to be spending the night with you after a while. And what a beautiful night you shared, with all the pent up passion finally overflowing from your chests and bodies.
You felt wanted, loved, relaxed. And about letting your work behind tonight.... Well, it was really worth it.
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girls chase boys ☇ t.k.
☇ pairing: tsukishima kei x fem!reader
☇ genre: fluff, oc is an absolute babie who has no shame, tsukishima goes from ‘she’s annoying’ to ‘she’s aight’ to ‘i may be lowkey in love w her it’s nbd tho’, oc will literally not give up, tsukishima is still a first year (word count: 4.1k)
☇ synopsis: usually when experiencing such a soul-crushing rejection, one would give up on their feelings, right? right?
☇ a/n: i binge-read some haikyuu fanmanga and i was ~inspired~ plus like... this trope?? persistant bubbly x uninterested cold is?? literally everything?? (playlist link: here)
“i like you!!!”
you kind of felt like the main character of a shoujo, with the wind making your hair dance in the air
standing face to face with your longtime crush
(and by longtime, you mean about two months)
that’s when it all started
no— it was earlier
the orientation ceremony
all the first years standing in neat, organized rows, listening to the principal give a welcoming speech
at least, that’s what you were supposed to be doing
in reality, your eyes were trained on the 188cm tall blonde in the row in front of you
you couldn’t see the stage— also, you didn’t care
bc ~he~ was in front of you
tsukishima kei
you learned his name later when you discovered you were in the same class
and he sat in the adjacent row, one seat forward
the absolutely perfect position to stare at his side profile the entire class
and that is exactly what you did for two months
that and gathering info on him
tsukishima kei, 188.3cm (now 190.1), born on september 27th, best friends with yamaguchi tadashi, #11 on the karasuno volleyball team
and then there you were, confessing your undying love to him
...or something like that
“no thanks. not interested.”
usually, that would soul-crushing enough to make them leave him alone
not you <3
the giggle that escapes your lips makes his eyebrow twitch on confusion for a second
“that’s okay~” you respond.
(that’s okay ?)
(what the fuck kind of response is that being rejected ???)
(yours!!!!)
you’re exhaustingly persistent, as tsukishima comes to find out
or should i say—
“tsukki~!!”
the hair on his neck rises when you flounce into homeroom with that sing-song tone
you plop down into the seat in front of him (key note: not yours) and rest your elbows on his desk with a little grin
“don’t call me that,” (he doesn’t look up from his book)
“what~! why not?”
“only my friends call me 'tsukki’”
you snort, scooting a little closer
“that’s mean. how many times have we walked home together, and we still aren’t friends?”
“you followed me home, i didn’t consent.”
“‘followed you’?” you pout. “we live on the same road, naturally we’d walk home together,”
he doesn’t respond, just flips to the next page in his book
“do you have volleyball club today~?”
ignored.
lol
she stays strong!! she doesn’t give up in the face of adversity!!!
“you don’t have to answer, i already know you do.” you chirp. “it’s boring walking home without you... maybe i’ll come with you today~!”
it’s like talking to a wall
(a very cute, 190cm, blonde, glasses-wearing wall.)
(🥰)
instead of responding, he puts his headphones on and keeps reading
a small exhale escapes your lips, and one of the girls in the next row over leans towards you
“y/n... i think it’s a lost cause...”
“he’ll come around eventually,” you shoot her a smile, and then turn back to tsukki
you lean forward, reaching towards his head and tugging the headphones down around his neck
and when he looks up (he does within an instant), you shoot him a sly smile
several students around you gasp
after all, who would dare bother tsukishima with his headphones on??? that’s some instant death shit
“move.”
“i like being this close to you though,” you tease
and he rolls his eyes, standing up and heading for the exit of the classroom
the shock in the classroom — that you’re still ALIVE — is clear
your friend from before gapes
“y-y/n what are you playing at??”
“courtship,” you sigh dramatically, and hop to your feet to chase after the blonde monster
“tsukki~!! are you getting lunch?? wait for me~!!”
everyone on the first floor knows: it’s become the norm to see tsukishima, book in hand, headphones around neck, and followed by a chirpy pipsqueak
even yamaguchi doesn’t stick as closely to him as ‘tsukishima’s lapdog’ (as you’ve started being called by the fellow first years) does
the nickname doesn’t really bother you
after all, it’s just a reminder of your determination and refusal to give up
which is a virtue, in your mind!!
some people feel bad for tsukishima, constantly being bothered by you for weeks on end
others admire your stubbornness
and one group of people you can always count on supporting you are the karasuno volleyball club <3
ever since you started showing up to their practices
and all their practice matches and official games too
they all befriended you
but you grew tired of just sitting and watching tsukki on the sidelines, so you asked coach ukai if you could help out during practices!!!
there can’t rly be ... three managers... so you suggested retrieving balls or being tsukki’s personal assistant
he saw right through you <3
but it’s ok bc he thought it would be entertaining and agreed
tsukki: angy
even when he’s annoyed he’s cute tho <33 and you make sure to tell him that <333
and so! you get tsukki’s water, towels, etc etc (ofc u help other ppl too when they need it but tht’s what the two managers r for... tsukki is ur #1)
the other players are like 0.0 she’s kinda scary... but cute at the same time doe...
one day you’re in a particularly good mood (aka: a bad day for tsukki lol)
“tsukki~!”
“don’t call me that.”
“i want to tell you something,”
the whole gym is kinda just 👁️👄👁️ waiting to see what happens
“what? i need to change, hurry it up.”
ur inner monologue: kdNNN even when he’s mean he’s cute!!!!
but anyways:
“i like you,”
hinata, kageyama, tanaka, noya, literally everyone: 😳😨 mf what—
sugawara’s like “oh god he’s just reject her and crush her heart... right in front of EVERYONE—”
“not interested.” tsukki says, and his tone isn’t any less cold than usual
u kno that anime lightning effect when the character’s body is joLtED...
tht’s everyone else in the gym
tanaka and nishinoya are highkey ready to let you cry into their jerseys when—
you laugh
you right after being mercilessly rejected: 🥰
you can’t help it !!!!! it’s not discouraging you ok??? you alr knew what he’d say!!! but you had to tell him <3 can’t let him forget tht he’s the ✨love of your life✨
entire gym: s h o o k
“did she just l a u g h??”
“is she okay?? no srsly”
“what... just happened”
tsukki walks off, water bottle in hand
you follow after him, bouncing on the soles of your feet
“don’t forget your towel~! want me to wipe off your sweat~?”
“no thanks.”
cue fading banter between you two as he goes to change his clothes
he has to be like hOe GeT oUT for you to not go into the locker room lmfao damn... thirsty bitch... same tho
later tanaka and noya (feat. hinata who just wants to be included) jump tsukki
“shE LAUGHED WHEN U REJECTED HER??? IS SHE OK???”
“she confesses to me every week. she’ll do it again. it’s not that big of a deal.”
“not thAT BIG— can u imagine if kiyoko liked us that much.... ”
(cue tanaka sobbing)
tsukki was right tho
after the third time you randomly confessed to him in front of them they were just like
same shit different day, anyways rolling thunder
but they still highkey adopted you
so they go grr grr when tsukki rejects you all cold and shit
shockingly tho??? the more you confess the less it’s “not interested” and more just “*sigh*”
is this... PROGRESS???
but the zero braincell triad cornered him again in the locker room one day
(it’s their trademark)
(nishinoya) “so why do you keep rejecting her??”
(hinata popping in) “yea she’s super dedicated and helpful!!!”
(tanaka lowkey shuddering) “she’d probably let herself get hit in the face w a volleyball if u asked”
(and tanaka would be: correct)
(but anyway)
“she was annoying,”
“she... ‘was’ annoying???”
“... she IS annoying”
“tsukki... do you possibly like her??? but you’ve gotten so used to rejecting her that it’s automatic now??”
tsukki’s like V.V
“you’re reading too much into it,”
sage!nishinoya is about to probe deeper but at that moment
you pop your head around the corner of the locker room and shout
“tSUKKI~!!!”
and they all scatter to hide themselves while shrieking
except tsukki, who is already clothed and gives zero fucks lmao
but anyways!!! a couple weeks pass and takeda got y’all set up with a practice match !!
with who?? nekoma!!!
hinata is like 🤩🤩 kENMA!!
only players and members of the club are supposed to go rly....
but you’re like “??? i’m tsukki’s personal assistant are you trying to take away my rights??? i’ll sue you” and coach ukai gives in sdjfkf
“tsukki can i sit with you~?”
yamaguchi about to sit there: 👁️👄👁️ bruh
tsukki doesn’t say yes but he also doesn’t say no :D
“what’re you reading?”
“english book,”
you’re like: wait— mf hold up... did he actually just answer ??
tsukki simp mode: ACTIVATED
“can i see??”
“you’re failing english, you won’t be able to read it.”
“ouch,” you pout, but there’s a small smile on your lips. “but how’d you know i was failing english?”
he doesn’t respond
“i guess it is unfair that i know everything about you and you don’t know anything about me...” you sigh
“you don’t know everything about me,” he retorts, still not looking up from his book
hehe~ gotcha
“oh? test me,” you grin, scooting closer to him
“don’t wanna.”
“you’re just scared i do know everything,” you say smugly, trying to bait him
“bet you don’t know everything about me!!!” hinata pops up from the seat in front of you
“you’re right, i don’t,”
(he pouts and disappears again)
“tsukki~” you whine. “tsukkiiiii~ i’m bored.”
“so?”
“can i wear your headphones?”
“no thanks. i don’t wanna get headlice.”
you scowl. “mean,”
you bite your cheek, staring a hole in the side of his head but he doesn’t even blink
if tsukki could major in ignoring you people, he’d have straight A’s
fortunately, you have ways to counter this
“kei~~” you whisper a little too close to his ear, and he jolts up
you try not to let the amusement show on your face, but you can’t help it
glaring at you, he pulls his headphones off his head and puts them on yours
“now be quiet,”
“mm~” you chuckle
a couple hours later, you pull into the parking lot of nekoma
the friend groups pair off, and kuroo makes a beeline for tsukki, only to catch sight of you
“hey four-eyes— who’s this?”
tsukki glances down at you, to which you shoot him a sugary smile
“dunno,” he says, and walks off
you wave to kuroo with a sunny grin
“i’m y/n~! i’m tsukki’s personal assistant and future wife~”
his eyebrows rise, and with a quick bow, you bounce after the blonde
once the group is all in the gym, practice jerseys are handed out and you help yachi and shimizu prepare the water and towels
you’re about to make a beeline for tsukki, when someone calling your name stops you
“y/n! wanna get me some water?” kuroo calls
you only blink for a moment before hopping to it, darting across the gym
for the rest of the day, kuroo is constantly calling for you—
“y/n! can you wipe the sweat off my neck?”
“hey, y/n, get me some water~”
“y/n!”
“y/n, over here!”
and by the time the several hours is over, you haven’t gotten to speak to tsukki once 🥺 snnff :(
when you finally get a free moment, you look around for him, but he’s nowhere to be found
sad face :(
and then !!!! turns out nekoma paid for bbq for everyone 🤩🤩 cats are so generous
and somehow??? you find yourself surrounded by nekoma players???
“here y/n, want some of my bbq?”
“no, take mine!!!”
“do you want any fruit?? i have some!!”
“you were so helpful today!! how’d you stay so energetic the whole time??”
you flash a smile, ready to charm the shit out of them, when a voice interrupts:
"hey, personal assistant.”
your eyes light up, bc you’d recognize that salty ass voice anywhere!!!
the guys around you part to reveal—
“tsukki!!!” you squeal, maybe a little too excitedly
“aren’t you supposed to be assisting me?? get me some food.”
you shove your plate into the free hand of one of the nekoma players (his name was... liam? lief... lev?) and dart to get tsukki something to eat
when you hand it to him, you flash him your most dazzling smile
“eat up! you worked hard today~”
he eyes you silently before digging in, and you smile absentmindedly while watching him
“why are you staring at me like that?”
“because i like you,” you respond without hesitation
he averts his eyes, but doesn’t say anything mean
your stomach flips a little
i’m coming for you, tsukishima kei.
on the ride home, you’re once again sitting next to him, and he gives up his headphones without a fight this time
you’re so tired from running around helping kuroo all day that you find your eyelids getting heavy as tsukki’s music plays in your ears
you try to subtly lean on his shoulder but he pokes you away
you glare at him, pouting, but settle for leaning against the headrest
and then, you’re drifting off
..
and you’re having a strange dream
a pleasant dream, with fuzzy corners and honey-colored light streaming across the scene, but still strange
in this dream, he’s kissing you
it’s not like you haven’t had dreams like this before, it’s just that this one feels so much more vivid
and yet blurry at the same time
even when the dream ends and you blink back into consciousness you can still distinctly feel his lips against yours
his glasses brushing against your cheek
his fingers interlacing with your hair
a warm smile curls up your lips as you grasp lingering wisps of the dream, when—
“you’re drooling.”
your eyes snap open and you jolt up, furiously wiping the side of your mouth
“am not!!”
tsukishima blinks uninterestedly from the empty bus aisle, arms crossed
“dreaming about something vulgar?”
you grin, resting your chin on your palm
“would you like to hear ab—?”
he’s just “nope,” and turns towards the exit
hopping out of the seat, you follow him
“it was such a nice dream,” you sigh
“must’ve been, if you were drooling that much.”
“i was not—”
and then you notice something
everyone else is already gone from the bus
“wait a minute... did you wait for me?”
you hear a scoff
bUt hE dOEsNt DeNy iT
“you WAITED for me!!!!” you exclaim, happiness radiating off you in waves
“if i’d left you on the bus, nishinoya and tanaka would’ve killed me if i didn’t,” he says curtly
but you are, after all, the human equivalent of ‘this sign can’t stop me because i can’t read’
or that tiktok trend
tsukishima: i don’t like you, i only waited for you because i was literally forced at gunpoint
y/n: 🎶i waited for you🎶
the next day, it’s practice as usual at the karasuno gym
but?? sniff sniff someone is here that shouldn’t be
this rando first year has been pacing around right outside the gym entrance
and all the vbc members are like 👁️ whomst?
and when you finally arrive (right along behind tsukki)
he yells out your name
and holds out a bouquet of flowers <3 how cute
“y/n, um— i, i know you don’t know me but i’ve liked you since the orientation ceremony!!! i think you’re really pretty and cute and smart—”
cue a quiet scoff from tsukki, “if she’s his definition of smart, then how dumb is he?”
cue sugawara jabbing his side (sugamama is protective of his child y/n)
“—and i know you like tsukishima, but i hope you’ll give me a chance!! i can make you happier than him!!”
at this point, everyone in the gym is watching like 👁️ oh?? TEA??
and is that... is that an aura of raging irritation coming from tsukishima??
you open your mouth to politely reject the guy, when
literally out of nowhere tsukki just a p p e a r s
“hey, idiot. aren’t you supposed to be my personal assistant?? go set out the volleyballs instead of flirting,”
you dip your head and smile apologetically at the guy before heading towards the store room
and after that, you notice tsukki is a bit harsher, a bit more off his game, a little more easily irritated than usual
during a free moment, you nudge tanaka
“doesn’t he seem like he’s in a bad mood??”
zero braincell tanaka is like “??? isn’t he always like that??”
“no... something is definitely off today...”
what . could it be . i wonder .
every time you try to do your usual “tsukki~!!” he just turns away and ignores you
doesn’t sound too out of the ordinary, but you can just tell something is wrong
you still have no idea why he’s acting like this by the time practice ends
and when you go to the locker room to find him (so y’all can walk home together), he’s already gone :(
so, a little more droopy than usual, you head out
only to be surprised by a voice when you step outside
“took you long enough,”
you whip around to see tsukki leaning against the wall with crossed arms
he clicks his tongue and then sets off
and when you don’t immediately follow him, he glances over his shoulder
“are you coming or not?”
sdjfksjsdkjfsdjf smmpdfhsdf !!!!!!!
it’s just one sentence, and it doesn’t really mean anything
but hearing the words makes something incredibly warm bloom in your chest
you grin
“of course i am,”
that feeling lasts well into the next morning, but is replaced by a nauseating knot in your stomach when you arrive at school
because everyone’s whispering about one thing:
“tsukishima got called to the principal’s office!!!”
“whaaat ! why??”
“i heard he was caught with the answers for the upcoming exam!!”
your stomach . clenches
and before anybody can say another word, you’re sweeping out the door and down the hall
and in less than 30 seconds, you’re slamming open the door to the principal’s office
the principal and tsukki both look up, equally shocked at your sudden appearance
“y/n, what—”
you ignore him for the first time in your life
“sir, i need to tell you something.”
the principal is just like “... ?? can it wait??”
“no, it can’t.” you take several steps forward “the test answers, they—”
“y/n, don’t—”
you ignore him for the second time in your life again
“they’re mine,”
the principal blinks
“then why was tsukishima found holding them before class??”
“yesterday, they must’ve fallen out of my backpack. he probably picked them up without knowing what they were, so please don’t punish him,” you bow. “punish me instead,”
.. y/n dumb bitch
yea, you’re suspended for two weeks
and ofc there’ll be a mark on your record
plus you’re automatically given a fail for the upcoming exam so you’ll have to retake it later oof....
but as much as all that sucks, you don’t regret it bc you’d rather take the fall than let tsukki be wrongly accused and suffer for it
but honestly the break from school is kinda vibes 🥴
don’t even think about the homework you’ll have to make up
your phone is blowing up with texts from your friends
including your surrogate dads and moms from the karasuno vbc 🤧 they’re so worried about you
you’re sad you have to miss practice for such a long time but... you don’t regret your decision
“y/n!!” your little sister knocks on your door “one of your classmates is here for you,”
“‘kay!!” you call back, checking the time
shidt bitch time flies when you’re watching anime alone in your bedroom
you hop up and open your bedroom door to come face to face with the one. the only. tsukishima kei
your eyes are like O.O
“tsukki??? what are you doing here??” you grin “are you here because you’re worr—”
“no,” he cuts you off “i’m here to deliver your homework,”
“you could’ve given it to my sister, y’know,” you tease. “why’d you come all the way to my bedroom?? you missed me, hm?”
he doesn’t answer, instead surveying the room before sitting down on the edge of your bed
you blink, surprised he didn’t comeback with a cold retort
“tsukki?” you ask quietly, sliding into your desk chair
after a moment of silence, he fixes you with a stoic gaze
“why’d you lie?”
“because... because i couldn’t let you take the blame for that. i don’t know what happened, but i know you weren’t cheating. i know it.”
“neither were you. what’s the difference?”
you press your lips together in a frustrated pout
“the difference is that it’s you!!! i’m mediocre. i’m not outstanding. i’ll go to an average college either way, and it’ll be fine. but you..! you’re so smart!! and talented!!! you could do anything you want!!! you could get into an elite college!! the last thing you need is for some stupid misunderstanding to sully your transcript—”
“y/n—” he tries to cut in, but you bulldoze right over him
“— and i know you probably think what i did was useless and unhelpful, but i don’t care!!! i don’t care about a mark on my transcript, or being suspended, or failing all my exams, or even being expelled—”
“y/n—”
“— but i absolutely refuse to let that happen to you!! you’re too special for—”
this time, it’s not him speaking that interrupts you
this time, it’s him kissing you
you nearly combust on the spot
tsukki— tsukishima kei is kissing you
he’s leaning over you, with one hand on the chair’s armrest and the other steadying your head with his fingertips
your stomach does several full somersaults
and then, all too quickly, he pulls away and returns to his spot on your bed
you stare, eyes wide as saucers, mouth slightly agape
“w— what was— why did—”
“you wouldn’t stop talking,” he mutters, eyes focused a little too hard on the wall
for a moment, you’re too shocked to move
and then your 🥰tsukki🥰 mode activates
and you just fuckin LUNGE at him
“y/n??? what—!”
kisses!!! kisses on his cheeks!! his nose!!! his forehead!!!
and shockingly he doesn’t?? push you off??
me heart just skipped a beat wjdkfjs
he’s just like “y/n, you’re fogging up my glasses, please stop,”
“i refuse!!!! i’ve been waiting months to do this!!!!!”
once he manages to de-suction you from him, you fix him with doe eyes and a cheeky grin
“hey, tsukki??”
“.. what?”
“i like you,”
he blinks
adjusts his glasses
“make sure to finish that homework. i’m bringing tomorrow’s homework too,”
as he’s leaving, you hope he can feel your glowing smile on his back
the next day, you get a message from the school letting you know that your suspension and other punishments have been retracted
as the real culprit of the cheating was found
an unannounced locker-search discovered several exam cheatsheets almost exactly like the one tsukki found in the locker of a student, and the school realized their mistake <3 how nice of them
and that meant you were free to return to school, name cleared!!!
the volleyball club was eagerly awaiting your return
so when they saw tsukki arrive for practice, they expected you’d be following right along behind him
but instead???
you were koala-ing on his abdomen
“bro... did you carry her all the way here like that??”
“the real question is why he allowed it,”
you shoot a blinding grin at the guys
“he can at least do this much for his girlfriend~!”
the entire gym is like WhA T !!!!!
“hE SAID YES???”
“nope,”
“he... asked you out?? then??”
“also no...”
“did he at least tell you he liked you...?”
“...”
“NISHINOYA STOP SHE’S TEARING UP,” sugamama to the rescue
you let go of tsukki and half the team goes IN on him
“dude wtf!!! she got suspended for you and you didn’t even at least tell her you like her???”
“not just suspended, almost expelled!!!”
“yeah that!!!”
“i say we kill tsukki,”
“tanaka no,”
“GUYS!!” angry!daichi makes an appearance “it’s time for practice!!!”
grumbling, the team disperses
you’re about to head to the store room to help get out the practice equipment, when—
“y/n.”
you turn “hm?”
he’s silent for a moment
“i wouldn’t have kissed you if i didn’t like you.”
your face flushes a deep red
but then he adds, “either time.”
either...? time...?
W A I T
your eyes POP OUT
“that— that wasn’t a DREAM???”
he doesn’t answer, just heads onto the court
but you think you see a slight smirk
and maybe... just maybe??
his ears are a little more red than usual.
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Right One - Josh Anderson
Word Count: 4,063
POV: Josh
Warnings: Language
Notes: Just felt like writing something that wasn’t Tyler Seguin...haha So here you here’s a little Josh Anderson for anyone interested. Happy Reading!
The game against the Devils had been hard-fought, but thankfully you guys ended up with the win. Luckily, you had a couple days before your next game. Once the media finally left the locker room, a more relaxed atmosphere filled the air. "So, where are we celebrating tonight?" You inquired of Seth.
"Sorry man I'm out tonight. I've got plans."
"Gettin' some tonight, huh Seth?" This from Boone, at least you could count on him to party with tonight.
"It's not like that, man. (Y/N)'s one of my best friends and she just got a job at OSU. I'm taking her out to dinner to welcome her to town and celebrate."
"Looks like it's just me and you then Boone. Where should we go?" You threw your jacket on and grabbed your bag, getting ready to head out the door. Seth and Boone a few steps behind you. When you opened the door, there stood the most beautiful girl you'd ever seen. She was wearing a skin-tight white sweater, that showed off her well-endowed breasts and her midriff, with a pair of skinny jeans and heeled boots. But it wasn't just her body that caught your attention it was her smile. She could literally light up a room, with that smile of hers, and at that moment it was directed at you. You felt it all the down to your toes, and at that moment you knew that she was the one you'd been praying to come into your life. That was until Seth moved past you and wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a huge hug.
"Seth, you played amazing tonight." Her voice was like an angel's, and you wondered what it would sound like simply saying your name. "Though I still think that high sticking penalty in the second was bullshit."
"I know right. Hischier totally lifted it." Seth pulled back from their embrace before saying. "So, you got into town ok, obviously."
"Yeah, the moving company should be here tomorrow."
"Sorry I wasn't here when you got here yesterday." Seth apologized, then slung his arm around her shoulders. "But to make it up to you, I made dinner reservations at the best restaurant in town."
"Excellent, because stale beer and nachos in the second period aside, I'm starving."
They turned to walk out to the parking garage, and you felt her slipping away. You went to say something, but Boone's voice interjected. "Hey Jonsey, aren't you going to introduce us?"
"Oh right. I totally forgot you guys never met (Y/N). (Y/N) this is Boone Jenner and Josh Anderson; guys this is (Y/F/L/N) my oldest friend."
She held out her hand first to Boone, then to you. Her skin was soft and as you whispered hello, you realized you didn't want to let go. She was looking at you finally, her smile warm and inviting, and you found yourself smiling back in return. But then she released you and turned back to Seth. "It's nice to meet some of Seth's teammates finally."
"And how is it that we're only meeting you now?" It was a question you had on your lips, only Boone was the one asking it, as you stood there mute.
"Miss Smartypants here has been teaching at Oxford for the last couple years, but we were finally able to lure her back to the states, though I know she considers it slumming."
"Haha…you're so funny Mr. Hockey. I've been wanting to come back for a while and you know it. Though you haven't convinced me yet, that you didn't make this opening at OSU happen."
"If I was capable of that, I would've done it when I first got here and not a couple years later." You weren't entirely sure that things were platonic between Seth and (Y/N). Comments like that seemed more intimate, than just friendship. "But we can talk about that over dinner. We better get going if we're going to make those reservations."
"You could just come out with us?" They were the first words you uttered, other than 'hi,' and though you didn't want them to leave; you felt like an idiot just standing there when she looked at you.
"And where exactly are you two headed? Out to pick up women I suspect." She giggled. Little did she know other women were the furthest thing from your mind.
"We hadn't really picked a place yet. Just going out to celebrate the win." Her eyes were still focused on you, and you liked having all of her attention.
"Will there be something other than bar food at this yet to be established destination? Because this one promised me an actual meal." She playfully swatted Seth in the chest, and you wished it was you she was touching. "Hopefully that means something that isn't actually made in a deep fryer."
Before you could say anything at all, Seth spoke up. "Why don't we compromise? Dinner first, then we can hit a club."
The whole thing sounded perfect to you, as it meant you would get more time with (Y/N). "Sounds good, though I'm not sure I can be a wing woman for all of you." She sent you a quick wink. Was she feeling the same thing you were? That instant connection.
"Ok now that, that's settle. Let's get going." The four of you headed out of the arena and piled into Seth's car. Luckily, the restaurant was accommodating and able to put you all in a quiet spot. The corner booth provided privacy while allowing you to be close to (Y/N), as you chose to scoot in next her. She smelled of lavender, a fragrance you normally didn't prefer but on her it was intoxicating. Though it was a struggle to just not reach out and touch her. If this was a date, your hand would be on her thigh or entwined with hers, but this wasn't a date; this was the first time you were meeting this woman.
"So Josh, Boone, give me some scoop on this one." Her words brought you out of your musings. "Has anyone captured his attention?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively at Seth when you wanted it to be directed at you.
"Geez (Y/N), give me a break. Don't you think I'd tell you if I'd met someone special?" She seemed to accept his answer, but Seth quickly added. "Besides I have you as a backup."
"A backup?" The words were out of your mouth before you could take them back, but damnit you wanted to know if there was something more than friendship going on between them.
She playfully swatted at Seth's shoulder. "Please, like you need me for a backup." She turned towards you then. "Sorry, I didn't mean to not answer you. It's a stupid promise we made when we were fourteen." She thought for a moment before continuing. "God, what was his name?"
"Michael Billington," Seth spat out.
"Right, I can't believe you remember that. Anyway, Michael totally broke my heart at the ripe old age of fourteen." She patted your thigh, the contact going straight to your groin. "As you can see I'm still not over it." Her hand left and you thought you'd die from the loss. "I ended up crying on Seth's shoulder that night, and we made a pact that if neither of us was married by thirty we'd get hitched."
"By my calculations, you've only got four years to find Mr. Right or you're going to be Mrs. Jones." Seth quipped back to her.
"Please I have until you turn thirty, which is closer to five years, and who says I'd take your last name. You'd probably take mine." They both laughed at that, though you really didn't find the conversation funny at all. Their friendship seemed to be a bit more than your original assessment. "Besides I have a feeling some puck bunny will snatch you up and you'll be her problem, not mine."
"I save the puck bunnies for these two." Great now your best friend was throwing you under the bus. So you'd been a bit of womanizer in your past; that was only because you hadn't met the right one. Yet that might have changed tonight when you met (Y/N). Though you needed to defend yourself first.
"Come on man, that's not fair. It's not like that, right Boone?"
"No, Seth pretty much got it right. I mean isn't that why we're going to the club tonight?" He was going to pay for that comment at practice in the morning.
"You don't really need to hear about these guys sexcapades." Seth quickly tried to change the subject.
"Sexcapades huh? No, I think I definitely need to hear about this." Her curiosity was piqued and you wondered how to turn this night back around before it went south.
"Oh no we're not going there." You added. "What about you (Y/N)? Seth said you were in England, any British men catch your fancy, so to say."
She giggled, the sound sweet and melodic. "If they had, I wouldn't be here, surrounded by you three hunks." You were relieved to find out that she didn't have some British nob waiting for her, across the pond. The conversation at dinner flowed so easily; you almost didn't want it to end. It was nice just having her here mainly to yourself, instead of fighting off random men for her attention. It was bad enough vying for it with Seth and Boone.
Too soon for your liking dinner ended and the four of you headed to a club that you frequented. The music was loud and the dance floor was crowded, but thankfully there was a VIP section, that you were able to make your way to. Boone ordered everyone a round of drinks and shots. "Here's to a great win tonight and to my best friend finally moving to Columbus," Seth announced, and you all cheers before slinging down the burning liquid.
"Damn Boone, what the hell was that shit?" You asked him, coughing a bit from the bad alcohol you'd just drank. (Y/N) was already chasing it down with her other drink.
"I did not order that shit. I specifically asked for 1942 Don Julio. I'm gonna go see what the hell happened."
"Hold up, I'm going with you because this does not taste like what I ordered either," Seth told him before the two took off, leaving you and (Y/N) alone. She was swaying to the music as she sat on the sofa and you wondered what she'd look like when her whole body moved.
"Do you want to dance?"
"Took you long enough to ask Andy." She quipped, using your nickname, which out of her mouth was completely adorable. You took her hand and led her just past the roped-off area, close enough that Seth and Boone would know where you went. Dancing with a Stranger was playing and you raised your joined hands as you started to move to the beat. Her body swayed to the rhythm and you found your free hand reaching for her waist; pulling her close to you. Her hips gyrated with yours and her arm skated around your neck. She was intoxicating, the way she moved, the smile on her face; just everything about her spoke to you on some other level. You'd only had her in your arms a few moments, but you knew you never wanted to let her go.
She spun around then, her backside now grinding into your crotch; while your arm sat low on her hips holding her close. You leaned down, half tempted to whisper in her ear how much you wanted her; but that damn lavender scent of hers engulfed you, even though the smell of alcohol and sweat permeated the air. You wanted to drink her in, and get drunk solely on being in her presence alone. Instead you were stuck holding her tight against you in a crowded club.
The music shifted and so did she in your arms, as she twisted back around front. "Don't look now, but the girl at your two o'clock is staring at you like a starving dog." You moved your head to see who (Y/N) was talking about, even though she was the only one who you wanted to spend the rest of the night staring at. "I said not to look." (Y/N) chuckled and you joined in. "So should I be a good wing-woman and help you get her, now that you've checked her out."
God that was the last thing that you wanted, for (Y/N) was the only woman who'd captured your attention and there was no one in this club or on the planet for that matter that you wanted to be with but her. An easy 'no' fell from your lips before you even really figured out which girl (Y/N) was talking about. "Really? I don't think it would be a hard sell." This time when you looked your saw who she meant, a groan escaped your lips. "Ah, so that was a death glare she was giving me; I take it?"
"Yeah, probably." (Y/N) cocked her head in question for you to explain further. "Her name is Carmen, and she's one of those puck bunnies you were talking about earlier. She's been trying to get her hooks into me for weeks."
"Oh, well in that case let's give her a show." She wrapped her arms around your neck and grinded down on you, making your cock go from stiff to rock solid. "Put your hands on my ass." You blinked down at her, but who were you to argue with such demands. With her breasts pressed against you and the cheeks of her bottom in your hands, you were struggling not to just lift her up and take her to the nearest quiet corner. "Is she still watching?"
You weren't even paying any attention to Carmen. Why would you, when you had everything you wanted in your arms, but for (Y/N)'s sake you looked over to check. "God, she's actually coming this way."
"Kiss me."
"What?"
"Kiss me, so she thinks we're together." You didn't move, so she reached her hands up to the nape of your neck and brought your lips down to hers. It wasn't how you wanted your first kiss with her to be, yet her lips were soft and pliant beneath yours. You couldn't help how your hands pressed her body even closer to yours. Her lips molded to yours and you felt her melt into your arms. The kiss shifted then, it was no longer about pretending, but purely about two people that wanted each other, no needed each other. The music around you was deafening but you heard the slight moan she gave above it all. You took full advantage, sweeping your tongue inside her mouth to tangle with hers. She tasted of alcohol and faintly of the chocolate cake she'd had at dinner, and something that was purely her. You were lost in her and you never wanted to be found.
You were so focused on (Y/N) and everything about her, that you forgot where were until some drunk bumped into the two of you spilling their drink partially on you both; causing you to break the kiss. It didn't matter that your pant leg was half soaked, all you could do was stare down at the beautiful woman in front of you. Her lips slightly swollen from the kiss, and a look of awe on her face. Neither of you recovered quickly, and you knew you should've said something but all you could think of was how badly you wanted to kiss her again.
She cleared her throat, effectively breaking the spell going on between the two of you. "Well, um…" You weren't sure what else she was going to say, but you knew if it was negative you didn't want to hear it.
"That had nothing to do with Carmen." You told her, being completely honest. Her mouth formed an 'O' yet no sound came out. There was so much more you wanted to say, but it didn't happen as Seth and Boone joined you then.
"Did we miss anything?" Seth asked, as he placed a hand on your shoulder giving you a squeeze and pointedly looked at where your hands were, which happened to still be glued to (Y/N)'s ass. You immediately released her though regretted it.
(Y/N) answered him first. "Just saving Andy here from the wolves." She skated one arm down yours to entwine with your fingers, then took the other to pull Seth nearer to her. "The wolf's name is Carmen." She stated, nodding her head in the direction Carmen previously was, but now was nowhere to be found.
Just the mention of Carmen's name and understanding dawned on Seth, even though there was more to the story than what was being told. "Gotcha. Well we have drinks back at the table."
"Great. I'll be right there, just going to freshen up." She squeezed your hand, then headed off, and though you knew she'd only be gone a few minutes; you felt an overwhelming desire to run after her just so you could kiss her again. Instead, you went back to the table with Seth, where Boone was flirting with some brunette.
Taking a long swig of your drink, you sat down, only to hear Seth say. "So, care to tell me what's really going?"
You set the glass back before you had a chance to down the entire contents. "I like her. What else can I say? But if you tell me right now that, you're secretly in love with her or something; I'll back off."
Seth rolled his eyes. "I do love her." God, you felt your heart literally sink to the floor, and you found yourself picking the glass back up and bringing it to your lips, which still burned from kissing her. "But like a sister." Just like that you brought the drink back down, to look over at your friend. "And before you say anything, that means I won't tolerate you treating her like some one-night stand. She's special Josh."
"You don't think I noticed that." You raked a hand through your hair, more frustrated at yourself for not being able to explain the things you were feeling for a woman you'd only just met. "I saw that the minute I came out of the locker room and she was standing there. It's only been more evident throughout the night. She's amazing Seth." You had to be sure, he knew you'd walk away if there was something between them. "You're positive it's just a brother/sister thing?"
"Look, I won't lie. We tried it once." Now that you knew the truth, you weren't sure you wanted to hear it. "We were eighteen, and I felt like she was slipping away going off to college and all. It was awful." He chuckled and part of you felt relief that you weren't going to be competing with one of your best friends. "We realized then, that we were always going to be friends and nothing more." He slapped you on the shoulder before continuing. "But seriously man, you may be the better fighter of the two of us. Though I'm telling you now, I will literally beat the living shit out of you if you break her heart."
"Noted." You went to say more but he stopped you yet again.
"It took me a long time to convince her to come back to the states. Don't fuck this up."
"Jesus, I don't even know if she likes me."
"She does. I can see it." Now that was something that you finally wanted to hear.
"You really think so?"
"Dude, calm down. You sound like you're five or something." Seth took a long drink before actually answering your question, enjoying making you wait. "Yeah, I really do." He shrugged then. "I saw her kiss you and I saw the look on her face afterward, but you can find out for yourself because here she comes."
You watched as (Y/N) moved through the crowd to make it back to your seats. "What I miss?" She asked as she took the seat next to you.
"Oh, not much," Seth said handing her a drink, and sending you a sly glance.
"Doesn't seem like that." She added with that cute little giggle of hers. "Please tell me you didn't have a run-in with that Carmen girl while I was gone." Actually, you'd forgotten all about her.
"No, thank god," Seth answered. "Though I do see her and her friends staring at us." You followed Seth's vision and sure enough there she was glaring over more at (Y/N) then either him or Seth. "If this wasn't your first night out in Columbus; I'd be suggesting we call it a night." You were inclined to agree.
"Hey no need to stay on my account. I'm literally still on London time, which means my carriage turned into a pumpkin a few hours ago. I'd rather party when I didn't think that it was six in the morning." Both you and Seth laughed at her comment. "Laugh all you want, but one of you two will be carrying me back to the hotel when I fall asleep here." You had no qualms with carrying her anywhere though your bed was your preferred choice.
"In this noise? You'll never fall asleep. I know you and you don't even like the tv on to sleep." Seth quipped to her and you stored the knowledge away. "Let me go see what Romeo over there wants to do and I'll be back." He headed over to Boone leaving you and (Y/N) alone, which provided you the perfect opportunity to talk to her.
"So, about earlier." You started and she nodded. "I didn't want it to be like that…kissing you that is." Her eyes widen and you could tell she misunderstood what you were trying to say. "It's not that I didn't want to kiss you…" You blew out a frustrated breath, before raking your hands through your hair. "I mean I want to kiss you…fuck…I just…well, I like you, and well…I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go out. Just the two of us, where I can kiss you properly." There you'd said it all. It was a jumbled mess, but at least you'd asked her out. The problem now was that she wasn't saying anything in return, and now you were worried you didn't make yourself clear. "So…um…would you like to go out with me?"
A small smile spread across her features and you took that as a good sign. "You're really cute when you're flustered. Do you know that?" You could feel a blush rising to your cheeks. "I like you too Josh, but…" She looked over at Seth and then it occurred to you that maybe she had feelings for him.
"I didn't realize there was…."
"No!" She said quickly. "There's not. Seth is my best friend and that's all. I just don't know how he'd feel about me dating one of his teammates."
"Well if it helps, he told me he'd kick my ass if I hurt you."
She shook her head as a light chuckle escaped her lips. "God, he never changes. He used to say that to every guy I dated growing up, but I'll take that as him giving us his blessing. So, if that's the case, then…Yeah, I'd love to go on a date with you."
"Really?" You were completely elated but wanted to be one hundred percent sure.
"Yes really. I like you Josh." She reached over and kissed your cheek. "And just so you know. I don't regret kissing you on the dance floor, but I understand that you didn't want it to be our first. So let's just consider that practice, until you take me out."
Seth came back then, with Boone falling behind. "Everyone ready to go?"
You laced your fingers with (Y/N)'s and the four of you headed out the door. Tonight had proved to be more of a win for you than just in hockey and you couldn't wait for your next matchup with the girl on your arm, because for some reason you thought you’d finally found the right one.
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Good Influence (Billy Hargrove x Reader) (possibly part one)
Warning(s): slight mention of sexual contact, teasing, borderline submissive Billy
Summary: Your mom being friends with Susan, automatically made you the designated person to take Max under their wing but with her comes her older brother, Billy.
A/N: I was thinking of making this a one off but if you guys like it I may have to make this a little series
There he stood, waiting for Max to arrive as she's late as always. He waits about 10 minutes, being the generous he is, and there she is... only not alone, she's walking next to a girl (Y/H), with (H/C) hair. A dark green sweater softly off your shoulders, showing your bra straps. A pair of blue jeans hugging your legs and sporting a thick red heeled shoe and a red lip.
You were laughing and talking to Max, but stopped when Max stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of Billy, she'd forgotten all about him and she could tell by the scowl on his face that there was no good outcome. But when you look his way a smirk creeps it's way to your face. You were no longer in highschool but you'd heard all about the infamous Billy Hargrove, mainly from your female classmates he's screwed. But he was indeed good looking.
"Go on Max, don't want him to explode and get denim all over the parking lot" this earned a smile and laugh from the red headed girl as she nodded. "I'll see you later (Y/N), just know I'm blaming my lateness on you!" You smile and wave, "I wouldn't want it any other way!"
Turning around, you make your way over to your motorcycle, putting on your helmet and starting the bike. One last glance over at Max, sending a head nod her way before zooming off.
"Who's that?" He pays no attention to Max getting in the car but his line of side was more transfixed on you riding off.
"She's no one you'd be interested in, that I'm sure of" Max sighs, looking at her step brother and back at the vacant parking lot in front of her.
"And how the hell would you know that?" His eyebrow raises giving Max the most uncomfortable side stare known to man. "She's mom's friend's daughter, no big deal, mom thinks she'll be a good role model for me"
"Of course, Susan with the bright ideas...how come I've never seen her around before?"
"She's a college student"
"So you're telling me... you're hanging out with a college student?"
"Yeah... problem?"
"Watch it Max."
"Oh, did I forget to mention she's coming over for dinner?" Max smirks, knowing this is the last thing he wants to hear because he'll be forced to stay home.
Billy headed out of the parking lot and headed towards home, thinking of how Max was hanging out with a college student when she was barely even a high school student yet.
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Over the past few weeks, Max was telling you how she was bombarded with questions from Billy about you. So you decided to visit him when he least expected it...during school. You didn't like people asking about you, especially him.
Walking into the high school, gave you major nostalgia, you weren't popular in high school but when you graduated you finally began to blossom. Walking past the gym doors you look in and spot just who you were looking for, Hargrove in flesh and blood. He was standing on the basketball court, shirt off and gym shorts on. You had to admit, he was a beautiful sight to behold like this. Your click of your heels was very much prominent over the squeaking of sneakers as you made your way across the gym floor.
You look over at the gym teacher and smile at the fact he was still working and hadn't retired yet. You were always his favorite if you were being honest, you never made his life any harder than it had to be when it came to being around high school kids. You two exchanged a hug and you went to go sit on the bleachers, watching Hargrove play basketball.
Looking over at you caused Billy's eyes to widen, he could feel his senses heighten just at the sight of you alone, legs crossed and sunglasses over your eyes, staring him as if he were your prey. He knew he had to play harder than ever, to show you he was the best, there was a lot at stack at this moment.
Steve, who had his back turned to you, saw Billy staring and turned to look and see what had caught his gaze, and when he sees you he smiles and waves, which you gladly reciprocate. Billy feel his stomach clenching at the sight of you smiling for another guy, Harrington of them all! He takes this time to dribble the ball and shoulder Steve, knocking him over and shooting the basketball, making it in with the satisfactory swish.
Looking at you, eyes meeting through your sunglasses, he sauntered slowly and briefly, tongue out and licking his lips.
You could feel the small smirk appear onto your face, although Steve was your friend, you had to admit that having Billy Hargrove himself go out of his way to get your attention was quite a thrill.
He continued to play this way, aiming his aggressions solely at Steve. It was Steve's turn to have the ball and Billy was directly behind him like a fly on honey.
"How do you know her?" He interrogated, occasionally reaching out in front of him to snatch the ball.
"She's friends with Max, I'm friends with the whole gang, so we sort of just met... Why do you ask Hargrove? Scared I beat you to the punch and claimed her first?" Steve had a smug smirk plastered across his face as Billy rendered himself momentarily caught of guard, allowing Steve to run and make the shot.
Steve laughed softly at the slight look of anger on the long haired boy's face, he knew he didn't like competition and he feels as if he should always win...and although you and Steve were just simple acquaintances, borderline friends, he would never let Billy know that.
You stood up once the boys were and headed into the locker room. You leaned against the wall next to exit leading outside, awaiting Billy's arrival.
He spent about 5 minutes looking at himself in the mirror, fixing himself up for you. Shirt slightly unbuttoned and cologne on, makes his way out and into the gym, debatably the last one out.
"I heard you've been asking about me, Hargrove" the way his name left your mouth was as if you were calling out for him, seductively. It was pure bliss. That shit faced grin appears onto his face and he raises an eyebrow, following you outside. "So what if I have?" He muses, leaning against the brick wall.
You turn to face him, crossing your arms "I wanna know why" oh you knew exactly why, big bad Billy was infatuated with you. You walk closer to him looking up at him slightly.
You're caught off guard however when you feel him pin you against the wall, his pelvis against yours, lips against your ear. "I can't seem to get you out of my mind, especially these curves of yours" his voice low and hands trailing up your waist toward your breasts.
You took the opportunity to knock him off balance and onto his back onto the ground. Straddling him, you take his hands and put them above his head. Now it was your turn to have a shit faced grin. "If there's one thing you need to know about me Hargrove, it's that I'm not one of these little high school girls you chase around-" you grind down once softly against him and you instantly feel him tense up, hardening. Your head goes down toward his neck, leaving a few kisses before continuing. "- I can break you sweetheart, i can take big bad Billy Hargrove and make him cry out for me in more ways imaginable" your right hand makes it's way to his neck, applying slight pressure. Moving your face to hover just above his, his eyes darken in lust. You knew you had him in the palm of your hand. You could feel his Adam's move beneath your hand as he swallowed hard and took a breath.
A giggle leaves you as you lean down, your lips grazing his, "Keep telling yourself that you're so dominant... it'll make ruining you so much sweeter" you smirk before getting up off of the California boy and walking away toward your bike, looking back slightly along the way, only to see him sitting up in the grass, staring you down...not in anger but, determination.
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Wild Thoughts (AMBW)
Genre: Angsty Smut ft. fuckboy!Yoongi
Pairing: Suga x Reader (ambw)
He’s such a fucking dick. You thought to yourself as you collected your books from your locker. You took your time getting your things, as you wanted to spend as little time being in the same room with Min Yoongi as possible. You heard him and his group of fuckboy friends laughing and joking about something nonsensical— your best guess being who had gotten laid most recently. It disgusted you. Did he and his friends really think that highly of themselves? That with just a few words, and barely any effort, they could get into any girl’s panties? Apparently, the proof was in the pudding.
You recalled the night prior when you were on the phone with your best friend
“I hate him, I really do,” you said.
“Girl, bye. You know you want him in any which way you can get him.” she teased.
“I really don’t. Why would someone like me want to be involved with someone like him?”
“Bitch, shut up. I know you be thinking about him on the daily. That’s okay though. I think about his friendddddd.” she teased.
You chuckled and rolled your eyes at her even though she wouldn’t be able to see you through the phone. Did you really want him? You thought about what it would be like to feel him stretching you out, making you moan and beg for him, but you quickly erased that thought from your mind.
“Girl, you still on Hoseok? Even after the dance?” you asked her, cautiously.
“Honestly, nah. He’s a fuckboy, and I’m not tryna deal with all that ‘who you texting’ cheating bullshit.” she admitted.
“Girl, I know that’s right. Same reason I couldn’t fuck with Yoongi.” you concurred, but under your breath, you began to mutter, “even though he could probably fuck the shit out of me.”
“WHAT?” she exclaimed.
“What? You heard that? Girl hush. I was just playing.” you lied.
“Uh-huh, yeah, playing my ass. You want him. I can tell. All he does is look at you and smirk and then, BOOM, waterfalls.”
You hated the fact that she wasn’t wrong. You spent most nights thinking about him, and what it would be like to finally feel him, taste him, please him. You hated that thoughts like these ended up with you shoving your fingers into yourself and imagining him fucking you in different positions and saying naughty things to you. It drove you crazy, and now it was causing a pool to form in your panties. You knew that if you didn’t handle it, you wouldn’t be able to sleep and you had a text in Trig the next day. Sighing, you responded to your best friend.
“Whatever girl. I have to go, I’ll call you later,” you said, desperate to get yourself off before you went insane.
“Yeah, I know what that means. Bye girl, see you at school tomorrow.” she chuckled.
“Shut the fuck up, bye.” you laughed as you hung up.
That night, you imagined Yoongi telling you how much he wanted you in the halls. Him pushing you against the locker in the empty hallway and kissing your neck, making his way up to your ear to tell you about the filthy things he wanted to do to you. You thought of him dragging you to one of the locker rooms and fucking you senseless. Your fingers slipped in and out of your core, twisting them rapidly as thoughts of him inside of you danced around in your head until you reached your climax.
When you were done you felt yourself falling asleep, wishing that it could happen. No matter how much you told yourself and everyone that you would never give him the time of day, you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the thought of him. The way his smile was gummy and his eyes formed little crescents. The way his skin was so pale and the way his demeanor and the way he carried himself came across with an “I-don’t-care” attitude. The fact that he knew how to have fun and chased thrills. All of it made you want him more. You couldn’t let that happen. Not even on your worst day. You had a reputation and self-respect to uphold.
Recalling the events of last night frustrated you, causing you to slam your locker closed. The action alone caused the chatter between Yoongi and his friends to cease as their eyes followed you. Your eyes met his and he smirked, opening his mouth to speak. Before he could let the words fall off of the tip of his tongue, you rolled your eyes and walked toward your classroom. It was your senior year of high school and the last thing you needed was a distraction from a fuckboy. Especially from this particular one. You were getting great grades, you were on the dance team, you were clear about what goals you had for the future. A headstrong girl like yourself had no business getting all tangled up with people like Min Yoongi, and you knew it. Too bad that wasn’t enough to stop your imagination from running rampant.
What was it like to have sex with him? Is he a moaner? Does he grunt? Is he rough? Maybe you should find out. You cursed yourself for letting the thought cross your mind. He was cocky, arrogant, and he cared very little for other people. What was it about such a person that sparked electricity through your body, causing your brown skin to tingle? You shook away the thoughts of perversion before they became too deep. You wouldn’t wanna look like a fool having to excuse yourself to scamper away to the restroom and please yourself like you did last night. It was a fluke. You wouldn’t give into the weaknesses of your own mind.
You sat in your seat near the front of the room. You smiled as you saw your best friend, Bea, sitting in across the room talking to someone. Your smile faded into a disapproving frown when you noticed exactly who it was she was talking to. She was talking to her ex-crush, Hoseok. You hated Hoseok for doing what he did to her. Junior year, he took a dare from his friends to ask her to the homecoming. She was so excited and couldn’t believe that he had asked her. Of course, like a fool, she agreed to it. When homecoming came around, she was waiting for him outside the school for nearly an hour and a half, only to finally give up waiting and see him inside dancing and kissing Mel Banks, his ex-girlfriend. Bea was heart-broken and you couldn’t believe she was even giving him the time of day. You stood up to intervene, especially because Hoseok was one of Yoongi’s friends— and you knew that if he associated with the school criminal and delinquent, he was no better.
With your fists balled tight and your jaw clenched, you engaged in a confrontation.
“What the hell, Bea?” you questioned, eyes fuming with rage and disappointment.
She stopped smiling and twirling her natural curls and focused her attention on you and away from Hoseok.
“What? We’re just chatting. Chill out.” she giggled.
“Yeah, relax, y/n. We are just... chatting.” Hoseok smiled as he looked you up and down and then back at Bea with a lusty smirk.
The way he lingered on the word stirred utter disgust in the pit of your stomach
“Uh, can I talk to you in private?” you demanded more than asked.
Bea sighed and nodded, raising from her seat to meet you in the corner of the classroom.
“You really look mad, wassup?” she asked.
“What’s up? What’s up!? Bea, he played you. Why are you even talking to him?” you said, trying not to raise your voice to avoid calling unwanted attention to the two of you talking in the corner.
“Yeah, but it’s not like before..” she said sheepishly.
You scoffed at that. “What is going to be so different?”
“I’m not interested in a relationship with him. I just wanna fuck him. What’s wrong with that honestly? We are in the middle of our senior year, and we’re going to graduate soon. Why not have some fun before I peace out of this bitch?Maybe you should do with Yoongi what I’m planning to do with Hoseok.” she responded, nudging you in the tummy.
You began to think about what she said. What was so bad about it? You were indeed graduating. You’ve been with guys before, so it wasn’t like you were going to lose anything if you were to fuck Yoongi. You didn’t really have the reputation you liked to make yourself believe— not that it would matter anyway. You wouldn’t see these people after graduation for ten years for a reunion. Yoongi had a lot more experience than you did, so you were sure that it wouldn’t be bad sex at all. Maybe it would be the best sex you’ve ever had.
“I mean, I don’t know. I just don’t want you to be hurt.”
“And I appreciate that so much. I’m glad that I got you in my corner so that you can watch out for me. But, I got this one. It’s just sex.” she reassured.
“Okay... well let’s go sit back down.”
With that, you made your way back to your table, only to find Yoongi sitting in your chair with all your stuff moved to the seat next to him toward the wall.
“What the hell are you doing?” you asked him. He was playing with his fingernails, bored and waiting for class to begin. He turned around to face you, and immediately he smiled. His smile threw you off, because it looked warm, and almost inviting. He actually looked friendly.
“Hey y/n. Have a seat baby girl,” he said, motioning toward your stuff. Your knees trembled at the pet name he’d given you so carelessly, unbeknownst to him just how it had affected you. You didn’t want to start a scene by arguing with him to move out of your seat. The conversation you had with Bea already was sparking enough attention, so you just sat in the seat beside him.
“Why are you even over here? You sit back there with Hoseok.” you snapped at him, annoyed by his presence. Not necessarily because you didn’t like him, but maybe because he was this close to you.
“Hoseok is obviously busy entertaining that chocolate beauty back there,” he said turning around to get a better view of Bea. You scoffed and stuck your tongue in your cheek. “Man, look at her. Full lips, thick thighs, gorgeous smile. I bet she’s a freak too.” he said, not really talking to you but murmuring to himself.
That was all you needed to hear for you to begin to get your things and prepare to find another seat. At least, that was the plan before he gripped your thigh, preventing you from moving. Your breath hitched and you locked eyes with him.
“What are you doing? I’m moving, let go,” you said quietly
“Where are you going, beautiful? Was it something I said about her? Do you feel jealous?” he cockily smirked. And there it was, that’s what you were waiting on. You were waiting for his signature smirk to creep onto his face just to give you something to think about later. You felt dirty for that.
“Jealous? For what?” you scoffed, looking at his hand still gripping your thigh.
“Maybe you’re a bit upset that I was talking about her like that. But let me tell you,” he grinned, flashing his gummy smile and pushing his blonde tufts of hair out of his eyes. “you are absolutely... sexy. I mean damn, y/n. Your hair is so curly, your skin is so rich and smooth. Your lips are full, your eyes give a certain innocence, but I know you’re not quite as innocent as you look” he looked at your thigh and began to lick his lips as he traced patterns on your skin. “I bet you’re nasty.”
“What the hell are you on?” you asked him, avoiding eye contact feeling your throat become dry.
“Let me ask you something y/n. What would it take for me to finally fuck you? I mean, seriously. I see you in the halls and I see that you’re such a good girl. You get the grades, the popularity, the friends, all of that. But what I don’t get is why we haven’t been... intimate. I know that there’s something more to you that you’re not letting anyone else see.” he ran his hand up your thigh up a little higher, closer to your sex.
Part of you wanted to see how far he would go, and another part of you had been waiting for this for a long time. Slowly but surely your cognitive ability to reason and inhibit the upcoming danger was dwindling. The pit of your stomach was beginning to churn, and your heat starting to warm. He was starting a fire.
“Because I could never fuck someone like you.” you provoked.
He retracted his hand quickly and turned in his seat to face the front of the classroom. He stuck his tongue in his cheek and grinned to himself, obviously amused.
“Is that so? What is someone like me?” he asked you plainly without facing you.
“A fuckboy. Someone who thinks he can have any girl that he wants and will say or do anything to get into her pants.”
“You say you couldn’t fuck someone like me but I know how bad you want to fuck me.” he turned to face you and began to speak softly into your ear, “I know that you can’t resist me, babygirl. All I did was touch your thigh a little and I can practically hear how dripping wet your pussy is getting for me. I know about the countless nights you’ve spent finger fucking your tight wet hole wishing I was deep inside of you. But little do you know about the countless nights I’ve spent wishing I was inside of you too. I just know.”
You were hot. Skin burning like embers of a campfire. The fire he’d started with just mere sticks and friction.
The witty remark you thought you were going to say after his reply escaped you. The words caught in your throat, and your eyes widened as he cupped your heat with the palm of his hand swiftly. He kissed your ear while rubbing small circles with his index finger against your clit through the layers of fabric you wore. He smirked and returned back to facing the front of the classroom as your teacher walked in like nothing at all happened. Why didn’t you stop him, or push his hand away?
You were practically putty in his hands.
Class went by much too slowly for your liking. You could hardly focus and you knew that he could see that. You’d fumbled with the smallest of things. Dropping a pencil, shaking while erasing, breathing heavily, tripping slightly on your way to the trashcan.
You hated him having a control over you like this but at the same time, you were sure that if he asked you to meet him somewhere in that moment, you wouldn’t bat an eyelash.
Halfway through class, he passed you a note.
You’re still wet, aren’t you?
You rolled your eyes and balled the note up, attempting to focus on the worksheet you were assigned that was due by the end of the hour. Unsatisfied with your reaction to his little note, he sneaked his hand to your thigh again. His hand was warm and pretty large. You tried to ignore it. He scooted his chair closer to you.
“Hey, what did you get for number ten?”
“You know damn fuckin’ well you didn’t do this worksheet. What do you want, Yoongi?” you spat.
“I want to know when you’re going to let us make each other feel good.” he chuckled, rubbing your thigh like before. He saw how that had affected you before, and he was afraid you were trying to reject him. He tried his best to make himself seem irresistible to you because God knows how irresistible you were to him.
You played with the idea of saying yes. You tossed the consequences around your head, but you couldn’t think straight with your sex throbbing like it was. You were sure you’d soaked your panties already. You were sure he could tell.
“After school.”
His face gleamed. His eyes twinkled and he had a stupid grin plastered across his face. Childlike. He cleared his throat and regained his composure.
“Are you serious?” he said, lowering his voice.
“We can go to my house after school. I stay walking distance. Now, I advise you to leave me alone before I decide to change my mind,” you said, trying to hide your blatant excitement. You suppressed your smile and felt your pussy throb even harder at the thought of him filling you up just like in your dreams.
School went by quickly— much too quickly. A lot quicker than you were ready for. All through lunch you could feel his eyes on you but you tried ignoring it as best you could. Stifling those wild thoughts that continued to plague your mind. What would he feel like inside? How far would you stretch? Is he rough? God, you hoped so. You’ve always wanted to know what his grunts sounded like and now was your chance to find out.
After seventh period, you went straight to your locker. A sense of urgency in your steps was barely noticeable— well, to everyone but Bea.
“Hey, whats the rush? We always walk to your locker together.” she prodded.
“I... uh, I got something to take care of after school.” you tried not to add too many details, unsure of how she would react to you about to get dicked down the same day you scolded her for so much as entertaining a conversation with Hoseok.
“Everything okay?” she crossed her arms and leaned onto the locker next to yours.
“Yeah! Everything good, girl.” you said, looking past her and seeing Yoongi waiting by the main door. He’d never taken that exit before, but you were sure that the reason behind his new choice of egress was due to your arrangement established.
“You look like you hiding some shit, but I’m not gon’ pry. I’ll text you once I get home. I got somewhere to be too.” she smiled before hugging you.
“Alright, I’ll see you.” you replied as she walked away.
Grabbing your thing, you made your way toward the exit you usually took, where Yoongi was waiting nonchalantly.
“You tell her?”
You chuckled. “She doesn’t need to know all of that.”
He pretended to be shocked. “I thought bestfriends told each other everything. You keepin’ this a secret?” he asked.
“For now.”
“You ashamed of Daddy?” he teased.
Your breath caught in your throat again so you chose to ignore him.
The walk to your house was even quicker than it seemed on any other school day. You lived a few blocks from school and expected the conversation with Yoongi to be dry until you got to your house. Instead, and much to your surprise you found out that you have a lot in common food wise and hobby wise. All of that small talk went out the window once you unlocked the door to your empty house.
“You live alone?” he asked as he took his shoes off by the door.
“No, my mom works until 8, so I’m here almost everyday after school alone unless Bea comes over. By the time Mom gets home I’m knocked the fuck out. We see each other before I go to school though.” you said as you set your things down in a near by chair.
“Oh, okay.” he checked his wrist watch which caught your eye. A rolex. “It’s a quarter til 4.” he said.
“Do you want any water or anything?” you offered making your way to the kitchen to get yourself a glass of water. You turned on the sink.
He didn’t respond, so you assumed that meant no. You hadn’t heard him come up behind you and press himself on your ass. He kissed your neck and shoulders, using his hands to grip your hips. Your knees buckled at his touch and you felt yourself begin to melt.
“I’m sorry kitten... I just couldn’t stop myself. You always look so delicious. I have to have you. I have to have you now.” he grunted in your ear. You could feel his erection through both of your clothes. He slowly rubbed it on your ass while raising his hands from his hips to your breasts. He moaned slightly in your left ear, causing a hitch in your breath.
“L-Let’s... uhm, Let’s go to my room baby.” you said, gaining control of yourself. He backed away from you and you shut off the sink.
You and him practically ran upstairs to your bedroom. You shut and locked the door behind him and turned to face him. His eyes were full of lust, and his lips were slightly parted. He ran his fingers through his hair lazily, pushing his bangs out of his face, exposing his forehead. You bit your lower lip and pushed him down on your bed.
Straddling him, you felt his erection prodding at your heat. You grinded on it and looked into his eyes for a moment before he began pulling your shirt upwards. You removed your blouse and unhooked your bra, revealing your hard nipples. He sat up and took one into his mouth, while playing with the other, causing you to kick your head back and whimper a little.
“Fuck...Yoongi.”
He flipped you over onto your back and gave your other nipple attention. He swirled his tongue over it before wrapping his lips around it and grazing it with his teeth gently. It was the first time anyone had bitten your nipple and you loved it. It felt electric. He kissed up your body until he met your lips. You shared a brief but passionate kiss with him until he broke the contact to remove his shirt.
His body wasn’t very toned, but it looked strong and sturdy. His arms were pretty cut, and you were a bit surprised by that considering that you hadn’t taken him for someone who would work out. He began to unbutton your jean shorts, slipping them off carefully. Once they were off you, he threw them across the room. He palmed your pussy through your panties.
“Your fucking panties are drenched. I bet you taste so good babygirl.” he licked his lips while he removed your panties. He wrapped his hands around your knees and pushed them open, causing your lips to spread. “Look at how fucking wet you are. Your pussy is glistening.” he touched your clit with his thumb and added pressure, rubbing it in slow circles.
You moaned out in pleasure, feeling your hips begin to swivel against his thumb.
“That’s a good girl, look at you baby. You’re so fucking beautiful. Look at me while I fuck you with my tongue.” he said before leaning down to peck your lips. In a swift motion, his tongue met your clit. He whirled it in slow circles before he flicked it relentlessly, alternating between slurping, sucking and lapping your pussy. Paying equal amounts of attention to the sensitive bud and to your aching hole.
You gasped and gripped your sheets when you felt his tongue wiggle itself into your hole. It was only for a moment before his tongue drug up your folds back to your clit.
You were sure that you were going to cum, and it was even more intense when you felt his finger slide into your hole. Your tried to choke back your moans but ultimately failed once he sped up with his combination of eating you out and fingering you.
“Fuccccckkkkk” you cried out as you were nearing an orgasm.
Without any warning he stopped. “Hands and knees.” You wasted no time getting into the position he ordered you to get into. “Arch.” he said in a low, almost animalistic voice. It made you tremble, but you did as told.
You were met to a surprise when the skin of your ass cheeks began to sting. He spanked you again and you moaned out in pleasure.
“You’re such a teasing girl. How many nights have you spent fucking yourself on your fingers? Hm? Like a dirty slut?” he questioned, striking you again when you didn’t respond. “I said, how many?”
“I don’t know, I never counted.” you blurted.
He smirked, satisfied to extract such delicate information out of you after two swats on the bottom.
“You want me to fuck you hard don’t you?” You pushed your face into your pillows and let out a muffled ‘yes’. He struck you again. “I can’t hear you kitten.” he flipped you back onto your back and met your eyes.
“Yes, I want you to.” you mumbled. He smirked and kissed your neck before he slipped his grey sweats and briefs off.
“You want me to what?”
“Please dont make me say it...” you said as you felt your cheeks heat him. You turned around to face him, seeing him completely nude.
He forced you back on your hands and knees and his hand met your ass again.
“Say it slut. Say what you want Daddy to do.”
Your face twisted with pleasure and pain from the strikes.
“Uhhhnn fuck. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me please” you begged, surprising yourself at how whiny you sounded.
He rubbed the area he’d roughly spanked soothingly. He flipped you over onto your back.
You grinned at his size, but it also worried you a bit because it’d been a while since you had sex and you didn’t want the stretch to be painful. He motioned for you to move toward his erection, signaling what he wanted. Without hesitation, you took him into your mouth. He hissed and kicked his head back.
“Fuuuckk Y/N, you’re so fucking good with your mouth.” he grunted. You took that opportunity to squeeze his balls gently. “Ohhhh you know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you princess?” you looked up at him through your lashes and nodded.
The sounds of your mouth going to work and his low grunts filled the room. You were gettin wetter and wetter as you worked your way up and down his shaft, tasting his precum and moaning. His grunts and curses under his breath were much better than you had imagined.
“Fuck, if you keep that up, I’m going to cum.” he admitted and slid out of your mouth with a pop. “Shit, Y/N.” he said breathlessly. “Here, get on your hands and knees again. I wanna see that ass.”
Once you were in position, he ran his tip along your folds teasingly before he pushed himself inside of you slowly. You worries about any pain were eliminated once he was fully inside, causing you to whimper. He smacked your ass before gripping it and slowly pumped inside of you. “Fuck you’re so fucking tight babygirl. You feel so good around my dick. You’re so wet baby.” He smacked your ass again.
“Fuck yourself with my cock.”
You did as told and began to whimper in response to his low groans that turned into grunts and hisses. You rocked back and forth and increased speed, causing your skin to meet his and part over and over. He couldn’t take it anymore and dug his fingers into your hips and pounded into you.
“Fuck, it feel so good.” you responded. You wanted to say more but your moans prevented you from saying anything but explicatives. You couldn’t imagine fucking Min Yoongi would feel this good.
“You’re such a good slut, moan louder for me baby. Let me hear you.” he said in between grunts. He reached forward and grabbed a fist full of your hair and tugged it while the other hand smacked your ass at different intervals.
“I’m going to...I-I’m gonna I’m go----” you stammered.
“I cant hear you slut, you’re going to what? Cum? Hm? Cum all over my cock babygirl. Cum for daddy.”
“Fuuuuuck, I’m cumming!” you practically screamed. You felt the pit of your stomach tighten and your walls twitch and then clench. You screamed as he drilled into you harder. “FUCK DADDY YES! FUCK ME” to which you were met with him reaching around to rub your clit.
Yoongi grunted and began to moan louder with you. You stood on your knees and twisted around to kiss him. His hair stuck to his forehead, and his mouth was gaping open. His lips were pink and swollen. You were being overfucked because he hadn’t come yet, so you stuffed your face back into your pillows and tried to hold onto your sanity while he fucked you relentlessly.
“Fuck, I’m cumming baby.” he moaned out. He pulled out of you just in time to cum all over your ass. Normally, you would turn around to take him into your mouth to drain him dry, but you lacked the energy to do that. You felt limp and lied there attempting to catch your breath.
Yoongi flopped down next to you, panting and beginning to laugh in disbelief.
a few moments passed and the silence became a bit too loud once you both processed what had just transpired.
“Wow...” he said, speaking first.
“Yeah, wow.” you said turning to face him. His eyes met yours. He smiled at you and ran his fingers across your cheek.
“You’re gorgeous. And I never would have imagined that you. Little Innocent Y/N was such a good girl.”
“And I never imagined Dipshit Min Yoongi would be in my bed.” you chuckled.
“Maybe we should do this more often.” he suggested smugly.
“Hmm. Maybe.” you said.
“Is this the part where you kick me out?” Yoongi teased.
“Unless you wanna nap for a bit, the door is there.” you teased back.
“I’ll sleep here next to you. It feels good.” he said, unexpectedly, causing you to blush. “I mean if that’s okay with you, of course.” he said shyly.
“Yeah, sure. The door’s locked, so you could sleep here for a bit.”
He snaked his arm around you and faced you, kissing your forehead. “Thanks for this.” he said.
You felt this weird wave of something flow in your stomach. Ignoring the feeling you pulled the blanket over the two of you and drifted off into sleep with Yoongi’s arms wrapped around you.
Deep down you knew you wanted to do this more often, but your mind and heart were both telling you this was a one time thing, but when have you ever listened? You weren’t even ever supposed to fuck him and look where you were now, a naked Yoongi, spooning your naked body.
You were thankful that it was Friday and school wasn’t until Monday, because now you had the time to recover from the soreness you were sure you were going to feel in the next hour or so.
He’d fallen asleep but you were still up, and you were looking at his face. He was really handsome, and he looked kind of nice while he was asleep. Peaceful. You liked him like that. When obscenities weren’t flowing out of his mouth, he actually looked nice. That wave of something started in the pit of your stomach again. You waved it off once more and attempted to get some sleep.
“Goodnight, Min Yoongi.” you whispered before drifting off to sleep.
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Stuck With Me (Steve Harrington x Reader) PART 1
HEY! So I guess I’m writing this series now. It’s gonna be great! I will try to update it as much as possible. It’s going to probably be about 4-5 parts. So, enjoy PART 1!
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PART 2
He walked down the hall like a god. The girls fawned over him, giggling to each other as he strolled by. But instead of doing that, I looked him up and down and rolled my eyes. The word on the street (from what I learned from my only friend in this town so far), Billy Hargrove was bad news and I should stay very very far away.
So I stayed in my lane, grabbing a notebook and some pencils and headed to my first period. Luckily, that only friend, Jonathan Byers, was sitting in there with a girl who I could only assume was his girlfriend. She was standing in front of his desk, swinging his hands.
I met him two days before, when my uncle forced me to meet him and his younger brother, Will, and their mom Joyce. We ate dinner together and he and I bonded over music. He liked the Talking Heads and Pink Floyd which immediately won me over.
“Y/N Hopper has made her debut!” Jonathan says with a smile as I head in his direction. The small girl in front of him smiles genuinely, extending her hand. I drop my bag in the chair in front of them, and shake her hand.
“I’m Nancy Wheeler. Nice to meet you.”
“Wheeler? Are you Mike’s sister?” I question, thinking back to Jane’s boyfriend. Or crush. Or the guy she was obsessed with. Whatever he was, he was all she would talk about.
“I am. Guess Jane told you about him already?” Nancy giggles, twiddling her pencil in between her fingers. She was pretty, very pretty. Her hair short to her shoulders and curled slightly. Her shirt tight to her small frame, and of course, high waisted pants. An odd pick for Jonathan.
I laugh, “He’s a hot topic around the Hopper home.”
The teacher walks in as soon as the bell rang and everyone in the room started to get settled. That was until Billy Hargrove walks in with his small gang. I glance back at Jonathan who looks at Nancy, and we all in sync, roll our eyes. His tight blue jeans and grey shirt clinged to his frame like no other. I don’t know what it was about this boy, but he ignited a fire in me that I couldn’t control. His very appearance made me angry. So when he walks over to me and leans down to meet my eyes, I wanted to vomit on his shoes.
“You’re in my seat sweetheart.” He says smoothly, a curl dropping over his forehead. All his friends smacking their gum and raising hell, giggle behind him. I decide to play along. I glance at the back of the chair and around the desk, looking lost.
“Hm, I don’t see your name anywhere, so I think you’re just making shit up to get on my nerves.” I snap. I hear Nancy gasp a little, and everyone gets quiet. The teacher, at this point, doesn’t even care and is just waiting for someone to start throw fists.
Billy stands over me with a smirk, “Feisty little one. What’s your name?”
“Y/N Hopper.”
“You that Chief Hopper’s other love child?” He asks smartly. Everyone laughs.
“Nah, just his orphaned niece who is annoyed with you already. You should go sit down so I don’t have to smell your cheap Opium and cigarette smoke. It’s flooding my airways.”
I was usually this quick. Letting things slip from my lips was always something I had to be careful with. I didn’t need to be taken in and have my uncle tear me a new ass. Which had yet to happen. Yet.
Billy leaned down, our faces inches apart. I stare into his intense eyes, not flinching.
“You’re lucky you’re hot.”
With that he sat down in the back with his wolfpack, and I could settle my heart rate. No boy had ever called me hot to my face and I instantly felt gross.
Class started and ended quicker than I expected. I didn’t stand up until Jonathan and Nancy got up. Luckily we avoided the Hargrove Gang and exited the room. They both stopped with me at my locker, which is where I was picking up my math book.
“You really got him worked up…” Jonathan mumbled, before Nancy jumped in.
“And it was badass! If that banter continues, I will be excited for English every morning.”
I giggle, grabbing my belongings.
“Yeah, can’t wait to be harassed by him everyday now.” I turn away from my locker, leaving it propped open for a moment, as I adjust the strap on my bag.
Before I could say anything, Nancy and Jonathan turn quickly, their eyes widened by something behind me. I could fucking smell him.
The locker slammed shut and I turn to face him.
“You friends with those losers, baby girl?”
His face was so punchable in that moment, but instead I just pressed myself against the lockers. I pop up my tights-covered leg and cling onto my bag strap.
“Yeah, connected through family and friends.” I say, not making eye contact with him.
“Interesting.” Out of the corner of my eye, I watch him stare at me like meat, “You’re not like other girls at this school.”
“Fascinating.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl wear a Ratt shirt with mini skirt to school before.” I looked down at my outfit, suddenly feeling self conscious. He wasn’t wrong, most of the girls in Hawkins wore jeans and sweaters or rarely, a crop top, and here I was, wearing a jean jacket with an outfit a city girl at a club would wear.
“Well, I’m glad I could excite you Hawkins boys for the day.” I mumble, pushing my hair to the side and out of my face. I adjust my stance so now I’m standing in front of him, my arms crossed.
“Oh yeah, I bet.” He licks his lips before leaning closer to my face, making me step back a little, “You should watch what you wear. My friends chase after girls like you.”
“Well they should watch where they’re running, because I’ll send them falling on their asses if they come within 10 feet of me.”
“There’s that se-”
“Is he bothering you?” A voice behind me asks. I glance back and see a boy with fluffy hair and soft eyes looking at me.
“Yeah, has been all day.” I mumble, turning back to Billy’s now emotionless face.
“Leave us alone, Harrington. We don’t need to repeat what happened last time we were at odds with each other.” Billy spats, inching closer to me, to get closer to the guy.
“Oh, when your younger sister kicked your ass and I ended up saving the day? Please, let’s repeat that in front of the whole school.” The boy said with an exhausted voice. Billy growled a little, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. His chest was close to my face, and I couldn’t lie, boy was toned.
The bell rang and I turned away as Billy made his way down the hall in the opposite direction. The boy still stood in front of me, smiling.
“Sorry, I’m Steve. Heard your Hopper’s niece and wanted to introduce myself.” He says, gesturing to walk beside him.
“Yeah, Hopper is quite well known ain’t he? I didn’t know he would be the hero of the town. He was always my embarrassing uncle who sent me $40 for my birthday.” I stutter a little, my palms getting sweaty. Cool it Y/N, he’s just a boy.
“I’m Y/N.”
“Nice to meet you. and yeah, he’s a pretty cool dude.”
“Uh, yeah, he is.” I mutter awkwardly as we arrive to my classroom.
“Oh sweet, we have the same class!” Steve says excitedly as we both walk into the small classroom. There were less than 10 people in the room all with dazed looks on their faces. I could tell half of them had hit one before class and they were all coming down from highs.
Steve pulled a seat close to his in the back and we chatted until the teacher started talking fractions and we knew we have to pay attention.
“I have an 85% in this class right now so I think it’s pretty easy. I don’t know how bad you are at math though.” Steve whispers, as the teacher, who looked like an old fat Rob Lowe, droned on and on about shit that had nothing to do with the lesson. Eventually, he shut up and let us work on random classwork.
“I am pretty bad at math, but excellent at English,” I explain, watching Steve scribble down numbers. I literally just wanted to watch him. He bit his lip, trying to think of ways to solve one problem and I casually glanced at him, trying not to weird him out.
“We should help each other then. I suck at English but decent at Math.”
“We can be a team!” I exclaim in a purposefully annoying voice, giggling as the rest of the class was quiet.
“I do have an essay due Friday, if you can help me after school?” He asked, looking up at me with his big brown eyes.
“You’ll have to come to my place because I have to be home for Jane. My uncle works until 8 tonight.”
He smiles, “Alright. I’ll give you a ride then.”
Hell yeah you are, Harrington.
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The day flew by, which was good because I had constant anxiety I’d run into Billy and he’d say some weird shit to me and I’d feel like I would need to shower.
The dismissal bell rang and I headed to the parking lot. Steve said he’d be one of the last ones out because he had gym last period and he always got caught up, but I could wait outside for him and he’d find me.
Jonathan and Nancy came out holding hands, laughing at something. I smile and wave to them, and they walk in my direction.
“Hey, who’s taking you home?” Jonathan asks, pulling his keys out of his backpack.
“Uh, a friend I made today. He needed help with English an-”
“What’s his name?” Nancy asked a little too quickly.
“Steve.”
“Harrington?”
“That’d be me!” His appearance made me jump and I instantly wanted to curl up and die. He knew we were talking about him.
Jonathan instantly got awkward, dropping Nancy’s hand and balling up his hands. And well, Nancy got quiet.
“Am I missing something?” I whispered, so only they could hear me.
Steve cleared his throat, “Yeah, me and Nance used to date. But it’s cool, she’s with Johnny Boy and I am okay.” He places his hand on Jonathan’s shoulder, patting it. Jonathan did nothing to deflect the gesture, just stood there looking at the ground.
“St-”
“It’s okay, Nancy. It’s been months, we are fine.” Steve says politely, smiling down at her.
Please, put a bullet through me, God.
After that, Nancy and Jonathan waved us a goodbye and ran to their car. Most of the other students had already left their spaces, and we were the last to leave. Except for one blue Camaro that sat fairly close to Steve’s BMW. Outside of it, was the none and other, Billy Hargrove with a girl on his hip. She was basically sucking in all his cigarette smoke as he whispered things in her ear. He didn’t see me at first, but when he did he yelled.
“Little Miss Hopper off with the Former King Harrington! Have fun you two! Use protection!”
I wanted to puke, but that surge of confidence ran through my veins, once again.
“Bye Little Willy Billy! Think about my cute outfit during your awful rendezvous tonight!”
I quickly got in Steve’s car and slammed the door, gesturing him to hurry up. He threw his bag in the back and we peeled out of the parking lot.
“You got a lot of balls, Hopper.”
“Bigger than his.”
“Jesus.”
“Little Willy Billy was pretty good, admit it.” I giggle, turning to face Steve as he drove towards town. He laughed a little, before glancing towards me.
“It was, I give you that. It’s even better when you say it. Your accent is cute.”
Cute.
“Us New Yorkers have weird accents. We emphasize things more than you mid-westerners.”
“New York, huh? You near the city?”
“Oh yeah. Bout 15 minutes without traffic. Me and my friends used to go to clubs in the city and tear up the town. Real fun stuff.”
“Really?” His interest was cute.
“No.” I laugh, “I was bout 2 hours from the city and rarely went. My mom hated it.”
“You’re an asshole.”
“I am? It’s not like I don’t come from a long line of smart asses.”
Steve chuckled, “That’s very true.”
“You know me so well already.”
“A day with you is enough to get to know all of you.”
“Well,” I almost stop myself from saying it, but it slips, “Not all of me.”
His laugh was loud and he squinted his eyes when he smiled, “My goodness, I haven’t taken you on a date yet. We shouldn’t be talking about that yet.”
“I have no idea what you’re even talking about, Harrington.”
“Oo, nicknames now?”
“Yeah, you called me Hopper already I needed to call you by your last name, too.”
Steve looked confused, “I called you that?”
“Yeah, you did.”
“I didn’t even realize. It just slipped so easily.” He turned to look at me, a single piece of hair falling over his forehead.
I smile, getting closer to him. I push the piece of hair back, taking notice of two small freckles on his cheek. He is getting red, which only made me smile bigger. I turn around to his back seat to explore and calm his nerves a little. In the seat, I see a pair of Ray Bans.
“Rich boy!” I say grabbing them, nudging Steve’s side. I slip them on, before looking at myself in the mirror.
“My parents are rich, I’m not. And I got those for Christmas,” He watches me through the mirror, “And they look better on you!”
“It’s the outfit. I look like one of those girls in a Motley Crue music video.” I push myself up onto my leg and begin to pose a little, shrugging my jacket off and dancing to the hum of the song on the radio.
“A video girl in my car. I did not plan my Monday to be like this.”
“Well take it all in, Harrington. Your new friend is the hottest girl in Hawkins now!” I joke, tilting the frames down to meet his eyes.
“You’re not wrong.”
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Just a Broken Leg
This took me way too long to post. Requested by @thats-so-rhyan and i hope y’all like it. Kinda a long one and I’ve never played nor watched lacrosse being played so if this is completely wrong, please don’t judge me.
Playing lacrosse was never hard for you. It came naturally to you and as soon as you turned old enough, your dad signed you up for lacrosse. You played intramural lacrosse. You played almost every year of elementary school, middle school, and now in high school, you were on the schools lacrosse team. You were a Beacon Hills player and Brett, your boyfriend of two years, was not impressed. He wanted you to go to Devenford Prep with him but your dad, being a single parent, couldn’t afford to drive you out to Devenford and pay for new lacrosse gear and transportation. So you went to Beacon Hills and practiced with your boyfriend after your team practice.
You wait for Brett by the bleachers as you play with your stick. A tall figure shadows over you look up to see your boyfriend. You smile and wrap your arms around him. You kiss him and he smiles into the kiss. He picks you up and carries you over to your bag.
“Hey beautiful,” he mutters in between kisses. He puts you down but never stops kissing you. You giggle and pull back, causing Brett to groan at the loss of contact.
“You took too long getting over here, babe.” You bend down to change your shoes when he presses against you.
“You’ve practiced enough. Let’s go out. Some guys are throwing a party and I think it would be fun to go.” Brett spins you around and kisses you. You pull away again and he groans.
“We have a game in two days. I need the practice.” You grab the ball and your gloves, walking to the goal. Brett shakes his head and follows behind. He loves you more than enough to ditch his friends and help you.
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A yellow school bus pulls into the parking lot and boys file out in green jerseys and jeans as you warm up with the team. You figure that Brett’s coach idea to show up like this. A small crowd has gathered outside and you see Liam sneak into the crowd.
“Shit!” You run over, push through people, and find Brett in Liam’s face.
“Your going down today, Dunbar. My boys will make sure of that.” Brett snickers. He looks around to see you giving him a scolding look. He sighs, knowing that he was being a douchebag. Liam glances over at you and scoffs, laughing at Brett.
“Talk about whipped.” Liam mutters. You growl and grab him by his ear, dragging the beta away to beat the crap out of him before the game. A couple of Brett’s teammates laugh.
“She even has him whipped.” Jason, one of Brett’s teammates says. Brett gives him glare.
“Oh come on, dude. You ditched the team to hang out with her.” Someone says and Brett rolls his eyes. They all walk to the locker room and Jason is hot on Brett’s tail.
“How are you still captain? You’re helping the enemy.”
“She’s not the enemy!” Brett snaps.
“She’s not one of us! She shouldn’t even be playing! This is a mans game. I bet she can’t even take a hit.” Brett stops changing and turns to look at Jason.
“Is that a threat?!” Brett shoves him against a locker and pins him there. Other guys pull Brett off and Jason catches his breath.
“It is now.”
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You sit on the bench, groaning when Liam gets put down again by the other team. You walk up to coach but he points to the bench.
“Sit, (Y/L/N)!” He barks and puts Stiles in the game. You stand behind coach and follow the play.
“Crap.” You whisper, knowing what’s already going to happen. Brett shows you some plays when you two practice and you knew this one. Coach is about to yell at you again when Scott is knocked in his ass. Coach gives you a sideways glance.
“You know their plays?” You nod. He smiles and calls off Liam. You put on your gear and run out in to the field. You line up and come face to face with Jason.
“Your boyfriend can’t protect you out here, sweetheart.” He cockily remarks.
“Good.” You run past him and Scott throws you the ball. You run down the field and dodge two of the players. You throw the ball and make it in the goal. You turn to look at Jason, blowing him a kiss.
You score the next seven points for your team before Jason has had enough. The coach calls out the play but Jason has a plan. He gets in his spot and as soon as you get the ball, he chases.
“JASON FOLLOW THE PLAY!” Devenford’s coach yells. Brett turns to see him running at you. He sprints down the field. But it’s too late. As soon as your feet leave the ground to make a goal, Jason tackles you by your legs. One of your legs bends behind your body and you land on it with a snap.
You scream and pain shoots through your entire body. Jason stands up, unharmed. The ref comes over and holds a red card in his face, signaling he’s out of the game.
You still lay on the ground, groaning. You try to move but as soon as you move, pain shoots your body and you scream again.
“(Y/N)!!” You hear Brett shout. Scott’s mom rushes over and pushes everyone back. She has the medical staff help move you and you look down to see an abnormal lump on your calf. She touches it and you yelp.
The next thing you know, your being carried off in an ambulance. Your dad met you at the hospital along with Devenfords coach. Jason payed for your medical, even though you said you would pay. You get x-rays and pain meds. You luckily don’t have to get surgery and you just have to wear crutches and a cast until it heals. You wait in your room while your dad checks you out. You swing your legs, watching the maroon cast disappear under the bed and reappear.
“I’m gonna kill him.” You jump at the sound of Brett’s voice. His eyes are red and his hair is wet.
“It’s not that bad. It’s just a broken leg.”
“Just a broken leg?! Baby, this means your out for the season!” Brett comes closer.
“I’ll just come back next season better.” You smile and open your arms for him to come hug you. He engulfs you in the most loving hug you’ve ever gotten from him. He rests his head on your and brushes his hand through your hair. You hug his waist, your ear pressed against his chest. You hear his heartbeat slowly return to a normal beat.
“Sex is gonna be interesting with a cast on.” You say. Brett laughs and shakes his head. He cups your cheek and tilts your head up to look at him.
“I love you.” He smiles and tucks some hair behind your ear.
“I love you.” You pull him down into a sweet kiss. You don’t know if it’s the drugs or the moment, but your entire body feels fireworks and you kiss him harder. He chuckles and pulls back.
“Does this mean I get to play nurse?” He jokes. You smile and tug at his shirt.
“If your shirtless and in nurse scrubs, I think we can arrange that.” You pull him back down for another long kiss. Brett can hear your dad coming back so he pulls away and grabs your crutches. You groan at the loss of contact like he does.
“Save it for later.” He pecks your lips once more before you dad walks in.
Brett played nurse until you were almost fully recovered. When you were able to stand and put some pressure on your leg, you were training for next season, ready to break Jason.
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Hidden Kitten
*Gif creds to whoever made it as I just searched on google!
a/n: i’m rusty on writing and very sensitive. enjoy :))
You were sitting at the back of Finstock’s class with your backpack sitting atop your desk. Both of your hands were shoved inside to let your fingers run smoothly over soft fur. You kept your eyes focused on Coach, who was pacing at the front and ranting about something one of the older students had done, to keep him from getting suspicious. About halfway through class, your pack starting meowing. A few pairs of eyes glanced over at you curiously. You gave them an awkward smile and pulled a hand out to wave them off. You ducked down to look inside your pack to catch a tiny ball of fur wiggling around, trying to slip its head out of your bag.
“Bad kitty,” you whispered and poked at its little nose. “Do want us to get caught?”
It blinked at you for a moment before continuing its movements, struggling with your hands as it tried to push its head between them. You glared at the little ball of fur, “You’re a menace. I should’ve left you in the pouring rain.” You huffed out a sigh when it seemed to ignore you and rose your hand to get Finstock’s attention, “Coach. I need to go to the restroom.”
Coach stopped his rant and looked at you blankly, “For what?”
“I, uh,” you paused and furrowed your brows. “What do you mean ‘for what?’ I just have to use the bathroom? It happens sometimes.”
A few giggles filled the air which caused the Coach to glare around the room. He turned back to you with narrowed eyes, “You’ve got five minutes, (Y/l/n).”
You jumped up from your seat in a rush, grabbing your pack and heading for the door. You gave him a salute before slipping out of the door. You walked swiftly to the locker-room and checked to make sure it was empty before sitting your bag on the floor with a disgusted noise, “Fucking nasty ass floor in the nasty ass locker room that wouldn’t be a nasty ass locker-room if people knew how to clean up their fucking shit. Fuck.”
A muffled meow sounded from your pack and you bent down to unzip it all the way. You reached inside and pulled the kitten out. You held it up so it was looking at you, “I’m risking a lot for you, you know.”
It looked very unimpressed at your revelation. You sat yourself down on the floor reluctantly and placed it in front of you, “You should be a little more grateful. I got soaked to the bone this morning trying to get you out of that garbage can. It was pouring down and freezing, and I decided to help you out. I saved your furry ass and I’d like you to remember that next time you try to get me in trouble.” You ran a hand through its black fur and gave it a pointed look, “I missed practice this morning because of you. I’m going to have to do some laps because I was in here messing around with you. I’ve never missed a practice before. BUT I missed a practice for you and I expect a little gratitude.”
The small thing still looked very unimpressed, but it was swiping at your hand with its paws and it was probably the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen. You smiled down at it, “Don’t worry, though. I’m not actually gonna hold any of that against you. I’ll bring you back to my house and show you off to my mom, who is going to squeal the moment she lays her eyes on you and then she’ll show you off to momma, who will roll her eyes and act like you aren’t the most adorable thing on the planet but on the inside she’ll be melting. It’ll be a fun time. You’ll be spoiled. Have your own cat tower and toys. You’ll probably be scared of Rocket at first, but he’ll grow on you eventually. He’ll protect you with his life, too. It’s just who he is. A big fluffball with an even bigger heart.”
A chuckled came from behind you and your eyes went wide. You slowly swiveled around to look at the new arrival and immediately narrowed your eyes at the person, “What are you laughing at, Dunbar?”
Liam shrugged and leaned up against some lockers, “Just didn’t peg you as a kitten saving softie. Also that was the most I’ve ever heard you talk, it was weird. I feel like I’m in a different universe. Am I in a different universe?”
“Ah, fuck off.” You muttered and turned back around to watch the kitten move on to your shoe strings. You felt Liam’s eyes burning holes in your back but you refused to acknowledge his presence any longer. Ever since he showed up at Beacon Hills, he’s been a thorn in your side. The first time you had ever met Liam, you had had to leave a room just to keep yourself from wringing his neck.
“Get the fuck out of here! You did not,” you laughed and shoved at your friends’ shoulder.
“No, I swear.” Taylor chuckled and took another bite of her pizza, “I asked her this morning.”
“And?” you urged with a smile.
“Her cheeks turned all red. A—”
“Were they as red as yours are right now?” you interrupted.
“Holy shit,” Taylor let out an exasperated breath and put a hand over your face. “Can you just sit there and let me tell you how it went?”
You licked at the offending hand and snorted when Taylor fell out of her seat. Ky pulled her back up in the chair, “Come on, T, tell us how it went. We promise to hit (Y/n) every time they open their mouth.”
You grumbled under your breath but kept silent.
“Where was I?” Taylor asked before continuing on her own, “Oh, yeah. SO, her cheeks were red and she was staring at me. Like, just staring wide eyed and everything. I was honestly so scared because I thought I was about to get turned down by the girl I’ve been crushing on for forever, you know? But when I opened my mouth to like, say it was okay and she didn’t have to say yes and we could just forget this ever happened? She kind of kicked back into action and just… She kind of just…” Taylor’s cheeks got even more red, if that was possible, “she got on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek and said yes.”
Various squawks came from around the table. Taylor nodded, “I KNOW! It was like something out of a fucking movie. I just kind of stood there like an idiot because what the fuck was I supposed do?? My brain had fizzled out! But she recovered enough for the both of us and told me that she’d text me. And she did. Like five minutes after she left. We have a date tonight and I have no clue where to take her.”
Chase piped up, “I mean, you could always take her to the diner. Or to the movies. Or do a nice picnic overlooking the city. The picnic one works wonders, dude.”
You threw a tater tot at his head, “Like you would know. It’s been you and your left hand since 6th grade.” The entire table erupted into laughter.
Chase flipped you off halfheartedly, “That’s a lie. Sometimes I use my right hand to keep things interesting.”
You let out another laugh and stood up, “Anyways… I’m going to get some ice cream.” You turned around and ignored your friends’ yells about getting them their favorite, flipping them off over your shoulder because they knew you would be coming back with more than one ice cream. Like you did every Friday.
You and the 8 ice cream cones you had gotten were nearly back at your table when a body collided into your side. You stumbled and caught yourself on a nearby table, ice cream cones forgotten. You looked at the ice cream cones that were now on the floor and over to the person that ran into you, then back at the cones then back at the dude. He was staring at you with wide-eyes and a blush had taken over his face. You took a deep breath and counted to ten in your head. Then out again, then a small inhale. You weren’t relaxing. You needed to not be around this fuckhead anymore because you could feel your blood boiling.
“I am so sorry.” He apologized, “I didn’t—”
“Watch where the fuck you’re going next time.” You bit out, “My ice cream is on the floor and I’m out 6 bucks.” He started fumbling for his wallet but you rolled your eyes and walked away. You heard a ‘wait, I have some—’ from behind you that was cut off by a ‘leave it, Liam. Seriously. You really don’t want to poke a sleeping dragon. Come on.’
You left the cafeteria and went straight to Ms. Morrell’s office.
After that, Liam seemed to be everywhere. It was like the universe was playing some joke on you. He was in some of your classes. His locker was right next to yours which was weird as hell and you refused to believe that that was an accident. He was on the track team, as were all of the lacrosse players. You even started seeing him at swim meets. And at basketball games. And at parties. It was driving you up the fucking wall. You didn’t hate him particularly; it was just whenever you saw his smug little face, you wanted to smash it against the nearest surface. And it seemed that he felt the same way.
“So,” Liam’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. It was a lot closer than it had been a second ago. And when you felt a body plop down beside you, you knew why. “The (Y/n) (Y/l/n) saves kittens in their free time.”
“Do you not get the whole ‘fuck off’ thing?” You asked, wiggling your fingers at the kitten when it started to walk on your leg. You let out a huff of laughter when it got to your stomach and started climbing up your shirt, holding a hand underneath it to catch it if it were to slip.
Liam didn’t respond with another jab so you looked over at him, eyebrows risen. His brows were furrowed as he stared at you, his mouth agape and a light blush coloring his cheeks. You gave him a weird look, “What?”
Liam seemed to snap out of whatever he had been in and his cheeks reddened tenfold, along with his ears. He cleared his throat and shook his head, “Um, nothing. I just… you’re really cute.”
Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head and you felt your own cheeks heating up, “W-what?”
“What?”
“Did you just—?”
“No!” Liam practically yelled, “I didn’t. Whatever you think I said, I didn’t. I’ve, uh, gotta go.” And then he was jumping up and running out of the locker-room.
You were staring after him with wide-eyes, mouth agape. You tore your eyes away from the door and looked down at the kitten in your hands, “What just happened?”
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