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press start! — what are the odds (7/22)

after spending almost a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

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press start! — together (22/22)

By the time you’d gotten down to the storage room, Yachi was already standing outside, a bag of pinnies hoisted over her shoulder. Her eyes lit up the moment she saw you, letting one hand go to wave at you.

“Hi Y/N!” she said with a wide smile. You smiled as you approached, reaching out toward the girl. 

“Do you need help with those?” you asked, offering a hand. Yachi leaned back slightly, shaking her head. 

“I’m alright!” She motioned toward the storage room. “There’s one more bag in the storage room though– it’s on the top shelf. Do you mind grabbing it?” 

“Of course.” 

You stepped past her, making your way toward the entrance to the storage room. However, once you stepped in, you were immediately faced with the sight of a tall figure hunched over in front of you, pinnies strewn across the floor as he picked them up. You froze, immediately recognizing the figure despite the fact that they were faced away from you.

“Tsukishima?” you asked, causing the boy to stand up straight. He turned, eyes widening slightly when he saw you standing there.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” His features were dimly illuminated by the light above, barely enough to make out the fact that he was squinting at you.

“I was just helping Yachi grab the pinnies,” you answered slowly. “What were you–” 

You were cut off by the loud creak of the metal door behind you, followed by a loud bang as it was slammed shut.

Tsukishima frowned. “What the–” 

You reached for the door handle, rattling it a couple times being hit with the realization that it was locked. You pushed your body against the door, holding onto the handle that refused to budge.

“Hello?” you called, banging on the door with your fist. “Is anyone out there?” 

“Sorry, Y/N. We had to do it.” Lev’s muffled voice sounded from the other side of the door. 

You banged on the door once more. “Lev? What’s going on? Open the door!”

“Have fun in there,” another voice, which you recognized as Hinata’s, chimed in. This caused Tsukishima to approach you, hitting his own fist against the metal. 

“Let us out of here you dumbass!”

Next came Inuoka’s voice. “Not until you guys admit you like each other!” 

“Sorry, Tsukki!” Yamaguchi called.

The two of you continued hitting your fists against the door, streams of pleas (and obscenities, courtesy of Tsukishima) escaping you. After a couple minutes of this, your energy eventually drained, leaving you to lean against the door. Tsukishima walked away, the size of the storage room only allowing him to move a couple steps. 

“Why the hell would those idiots lock us in here?” he said with a huff, shaking his head. 

You let out a sigh, slowly sinking to the ground with your back against the door.

“Someone will probably notice we’re gone and come looking for us,” you offered, though your voice was laced with an uncertainty that made Tsukishima scoff.  

A silence fell upon the two of you as the realization sunk in that you were trapped. Inuoka’s words echoed through your head, embedding themselves at the forefront of your mind.

Not until you guys admit you like each other!

You glanced toward the boy, who had also gotten tired of standing and resorted to taking a seat against the stack of gym mats. He stared into space with a distant expression, his eyebrows tilted downward slightly. Slowly, a frown made its way onto your face as you studied his features in an attempt to figure out what he was thinking. 

“That game you were talking about before.” Tsukishima’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. You glanced over at the boy, though his eyes remained elsewhere. “Stardew Valley? What is it?” 

Your mouth twitched. “It’s a farm life simulation. You basically own a farm and have to take care of it, but you also get to talk to the people in the town and do quests and other things.” 

The boy gave a short nod. “Is it fun?” 

“Yeah, I think it is,” you answered. “There’s a ton of creatures and magic you have to deal with when you get deeper into the game, and you even get to pick one of the townspeople to date and get married to.” 

“Ah, so is that who Sam is?” he asked. You giggled, nodding. 

“I’ve gone through the game a couple times, but he’s always my top pick when it comes to the romance plot.” Tsukishima nodded again, continuing to stare off into the distance. Curiously, you tilted your head at the boy. “Why do you ask?” 

He gave a small shrug. “I don’t know. I just– I feel like I don’t know much about you.” Tsukishima paused for a moment, though when you didn’t respond, he went on. “I mean, I didn’t even know you had a brother until a couple days ago.”

The memory caused warmth to bubble in your chest as you laughed. “I think it’s funny that you didn’t know my last name, otherwise you would’ve known that Kenma and I are siblings.” 

Tsukishima could only grimace, clearly remembering the unfortunate events he’d gone through.

“I’m sorry for that. I honestly shouldn’t have assumed.” 

You shook your head. “It’s alright. How could you have known?” 

“I could have asked you,” he pointed out. “Instead I just assumed and made decisions based on my incorrect information.”

“Really, Tsukishima. It’s ok,” you said with a small smile. “Do you have any siblings?” He nodded. 

“An older brother. He’s in college right now.” 

“Did he play volleyball too?” 

This made Tsukishima pause, something clouding his expression for one moment that suddenly made you regret asking. You were about to backtrack when a second later, Tsukishima let out a soft chuckle and nodded.

“He still does. Just for fun, though.” You sighed in relief as the boy spoke up once more. “Why the sudden question about my family?” 

“I think… I’m in the same boat as you.” Your answer came after a few seconds. “I mean like, I don’t really know much about you either. We’ve been talking for how long and I still don’t know your name.” 

The confession caused Tsukishima to let out a laugh, his shoulders shaking as he glanced over at you.

“It’s Kei.” 

“Kei.” The name rolled off your tongue with a warm familiarity despite it being the first time you’d ever uttered it. “That’s a nice name. What does it mean?” 

“Firefly,” he answered. “It’s kind of a bother though. I always have to explain to people how to pronounce it.” 

“I think it suits you,” you said without thinking. When Tsukishima raised his eyebrows, you simply shrugged. “I don’t know. It just… does.” 

You shivered, hugging your arms as a chill coursed its way through your body. Tsukishima immediately noticed, looking at you in confusion before glancing up. He hesitated for a moment before speaking.

“Come sit over here,” he said, eyes pointed up at the ceiling. “You’re sitting right under the vent.” 

You tilted your head back, only then noticing the air vent above you that was blasting cold air right onto your body. Looking back toward the boy, you watched as he shifted slightly to make room against the pile of mats for you to sit. Without hesitation, you stood up and made your way over, taking your seat beside him. 

“Is there anything else you want to know?” Tsukishima asked, gaze remaining forward. “You know, since we’re playing 20 questions.” 

You stared down at your hands, running your thumb over every knuckle. As the silence grew between you two, you found yourself paying attention to every little sound in the room. The air blowing in through the vent, the faint buzz of the light, Tsukishima’s near silent breaths coupled with your own. However, none of it could distract from the sound of the one burning question replaying in your mind like a broken record. 

“When you found out Kenma and I were siblings,” you began, carefully choosing each word that left your mouth. “The first thing you asked was if I had a boyfriend. Why is that?” 

You could tell the question caught Tsukishima off-guard, feeling him physically tense up beside you. For a moment, you regretted bringing it up, but the curiosity burned into you like the warmest day in summer.

It was as though a year had passed as you waited for his response, every second an hour. The softest sigh escaped Tsukishima’s lips, and you would’ve missed it had you not been sitting right beside him.

“I’m not good at this,” he said. “Talking about my feelings and stuff. Honestly, I still don’t understand it all.” You furrowed your eyebrows, though remained quiet to allow him to speak. “I’ve been less focused lately, and it felt like there was always something nagging at me, but I could never tell what. I only knew that whatever I was feeling would go away when I talked to you.” 

You looked over at him with wide eyes, though he didn’t meet your gaze.

“That’s why I looked forward to when we would talk every night. Even when it was hard for me to figure out how to explain things, it was nice not having to worry about anything but what we were going over. But the more we talked, the worse it would get when you hung up.” 

“Tsukishima…”

“So when I found out that you didn’t have a boyfriend, a huge part of me was so relieved because every day that I distanced myself from you, the more intense the feeling became. You just have this…effect, wherever you go. Whenever I talk to you, I don’t have to worry about my matches, or school, or anything else. I can just enjoy the time we spend…” Together.

The last word hung unspoken, though its weight still held firm. 

Together. Physically, you were. You were sitting side-by-side on the floor together. You were trapped in the storage room together. You were talking together. All these things the two of you were doing together, yet…

“You know, for someone who’s not good at talking about his feelings, I’d say you articulated them pretty well.” Despite the teasing nature of your words, your voice was completely serious. “I think how you explained your feelings was better than I ever could.” 

Tsukishima slowly turned his head, his gaze burning into yours.

“Try,” was the only word he uttered, watching you intently. 

You nodded, taking in a deep breath. 

“You’ve definitely seen it by now, but I’m not the most organized person. There’s always like, a million things going through my brain, and a reason why I’ve always liked video games is because it gives me one thing to focus on.” A small chuckle escaped your lips. “But whenever I’d talk to you, it’s like you kept me grounded. Even when I was freaking out about my exams or worried about homework, you managed to keep me sane. You’re a lot kinder than you give yourself credit for.” 

This caused Tsukishima to raise an eyebrow at you, though you just smiled. 

“You’re really blunt sometimes, but it's comforting to know that when you’re giving encouragement, it means you truly believe in it. I feel like honesty is the kindest thing you can give someone. It’s just one of many things that I like about you.” 

The last sentence slipped from your mouth without even thinking about it, causing you to freeze. You immediately looked away as heat rose to your face, covering your hands with your face. 

“Just one? What are the other things?” Tsukishima asked, a slight tease in his tone. Without looking at him, you shoved the boy as hard as you could. 

“Oh my god, I’m leaving,” you said, pushing yourself to your feet. Before you could walk away, however, you felt the gentle tug of Tsukishima’s hand on your wrist, holding you back.

“We’re locked in here, remember?”

“Then I’m going to go sit back over there.” 

“Under the vent?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Y/N.” Without letting go of your hand, Tsukishima slowly brought himself to his feet. He said your name once more, his voice soft as he carefully pulled at your arm to get you to face him. Still, you refused to meet his gaze, your eyes glued to the floor despite his close proximity. “Did you mean it?” 

“Mean what?” you mumbled, causing Tsukishima’s face to twist. 

“When you said you liked a lot of things about me,” he said. Your eyes glanced down to your wrist, Tsukishima’s hand still carefully wrapped around it. 

You nodded slowly, taking in a deep breath. 

“It’s you. I like you.” 

You closed your eyes, awaiting the rejection that you’d feared for so long. 

Yet it never came. 

Tsukishima’s hand let go of your wrist, and your heart temporarily dropped, only for it to swell as he laced his fingers with yours.

“So this is what it feels like,” he murmured. Your breath hitched as he squeezed your hand. “to like someone.” 

“You…like me?” you asked, unsure if you’d heard him correctly. 

Using his other hand, Tsukishima gently lifted your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. His gaze was soft, a warm fondness sweeping throughout your entire body as a subtle smile spread across his face. 

“I do,” he confessed. “I like you so much I think my heart’s about to burst.” 

As though your body moved on instinct, you reached for the collar of his shirt, pulling him forward as you pressed your lips against his. Tsukishima let out the smallest gasp, though his initial surprise was immediately forgotten as he melted into your touch. Your heart swelled, warmth bubbling up in your chest even as the two of you let go. 

You stared at each other with wide eyes, only a couple seconds passing before you burst out into a fit of giggles. Tsukishima smiled, his fingers still interlocked with yours as he wrapped one arm around your body. You grinned, letting go of Tsukishima’s hand only to finally wrap your arms around his, holding him tightly. 

-

“You guys are running suicides when we’re back in Miyagi,” Ennoshita scolded, shaking his head as he walked with the rest of the 2nd-years. “And you, Yachi. I expected this from the others, but not from you.”

“Don’t blame Yachi for this! We roped her into it! It’s not her fault,” Inuoka said, flinching when Yamamoto elbowed him. 

“How do you just casually forget that you locked two people in the storage room together?” he questioned. 

“That’s what you’re most concerned about? Not the fact that they locked two people in the storage room, but that they forgot?” Kenma asked, receiving a glare from his fellow third-year.

“Shut up, Kenma.” 

Ennoshita rolled his eyes as they arrived at the storage room, pointing toward the 2nd-years, some of whom wore expressions akin to a hurt puppy, while the rest looked completely unbothered. 

Shibayama walked forward, unlocking the door to the storage room before pushing it open. However, upon entering, he froze at the sight inside.

“What? What’s wrong?” Hinata asked, jumping forward and poking his head inside.

Huddled in the corner against the pile of mats was you and Tsukishima. Your body rested on his chest, his arms wrapped around yours, both of you fast asleep. 

A wide grin spread across Hinata’s face as he turned back to the other 2nd-years. 

“They’re asleep,” he said, stepping back as the others moved to see for themselves. 

“We did it!” Inuoka exclaimed, giving Hinata a high-five. 

“Aww, they’re so cute!” Yachi said, smiling. 

“Wait, let me take a picture.” 

“He’s going to hate you forever.” 

“I don’t care. It’s funny.” 

“Alright!” Ennoshita said, causing everyone to turn to him. “You kids get out of here and stop harassing them.” 

The 2nd-years all glanced at each other, then toward their seniors. After receiving multiple pointed looks, they nodded in disappointment before walking off together, their chatter continuing to echo through the hall.

“What are you doing, Noya?” Tanaka asked as Nishinoya stepped into the storage room, a mischievous grin on his face as he pulled out his phone. 

“I’m saving it for their wedding day,” he replied, taking a couple photos before turning back to the others. “Should we wake them up?”

“Yeah, probably,” Fukunaga said. “Or we could just let them sleep.” 

“We’re not leaving them in a storage room,” Yamamoto argued. “It’s musty in here.” 

 “I almost feel bad waking them up,” Ennoshita said, voice trailing off. “I’ve never seen Tsukishima look so…comfortable.” 

“I don’t.” Without another word, Kenma walked up to the two of you. The others watched as he pulled out his phone, scrolling for a couple seconds before lowering it down right in front of your face. He pressed a button and music began blasting through the speakers at full volume. The two of you jolted awake, disorientation evident in your expression as you lifted your head. 

“What the f-”

“Good morning, lovebirds,” Yamamoto said as he walked forward. He reached down, grabbing you by your hands before pulling you to your feet. “We will talk about this later, young lady. For now, you’re supposed to be on lunch duty with Yachi.” 

Before you could protest, Yamamoto was pulling you toward the exit. You glanced over your shoulder toward Tsukishima, who held a subtle smirk on his face as he watched. You smiled back, holding eye contact for a moment longer before inevitably being dragged out by your upperclassman. 

Tsukishima looked up at Kenma, who stared down at him with narrowed eyes and an expression stained with slight disgust. 

“I know I don’t have to say it, but treat her well, ok?” 

Tsukishima blinked up at the older boy, taking a moment to register his words before he nodded, a slight warmth creeping up his neck. 

“I will. I promise.” 

Kenma held his narrow gaze for just a moment longer before giving a slow nod. He extended his arm out toward the younger boy, which Tsukishima took after a moment of hesitation, allowing Kenma to help him up. 

“Let’s get back to the games.”

after spending almost a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

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── SUCKER FOR YOU ۶ৎ     ⠀

★ FEATURING: sakusa kiyoomi ʚɞ

★ WARNINGS: nsfw content. timeskip haikyuu. oral (fem!receiving). fingering. pet names (sweetheart, baby girl), light degradation (slut). hair pulling. english isn't my first language. masterlist !!

the way kiyoomi craves you is madly. he could spend hours buring his face between your thighs, squeezing the flesh of them while his tongue plays with your hole and sucks your clit. his dark eyes are locked with his when he sucks his fingers, mouth covered with your fluids, and a string of split connects his lips and his fingers before he puts them inside you. "such a tight cunt. be a good slut and get used to it" his husky voice sends vibrations to your clit while he licks it just as a lollipop. your warm walls squeeze his fingers and yours lock with his black curls, pulling him closer to you — if that's even possible.

kiyoomi groans and he sucks your clit harder, adding a third finger inside you. a loud moan escapes your mouth and his digits fuck you harshly, you feel almost full and he barely started with you. your eyes roll back to your skull when he licks your pussy as his grip on your thigh tightens, you can't even form a proper sentence. "o-omi! me. coming. now" you mumble, biting your lower lip. rosy cheeks get even more flustered when he looks up at you and smacks your thigh, burying his fingers deeper.

"lemme taste you, sweetheart. lemme taste my pretty girl" he grunts, a primal urge as he rubs his bulge against the mattress. he needs you, but sakusa cares more about making you feel good. with a few thrust more, you feel your climax arriving and you pull his hair even more. free hand gripping the sheets when he swallows every single drop of your glory like he's a starving man in a dessert. "that's it, now you're going to take me like the good girl you are, right sweetheart? do you want me to fuck this pretty cunt?"

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You Don't Want Me

Summary: In a world where the majority of people are split into Alphas or Omegas, you’re one of the small portion of the population who isn’t either. You’ve long since come to terms with the fact that you’re never going to have a romantic partner, and you’re, mostly, fine with it. You just wish that your neighbor would stop flirting with you.

Pairing: TBB Crosshair x F! Reader

Word Count: 1384

Warnings: A/B/O but it's not smut, I'm just playing around in the setting. Technically the reader could be read as GN but I put them in a sundress.

A/N: So I had an idea, and this was born. I hope people like it, lol

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“Well now, don’t you look pretty today,”

You roll your eyes as the familiar voice of your neighbor reaches your ears. “Thanks, I guess.”

Crosshair grins at you, rolling his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other, “You’re welcome,” You ignore the way his eyes flicker down your body with practiced ease, “You got a hot date today or something?”

“All this because I’m wearing a sundress? No, Crosshair. I don’t date, you know that.” You straighten from where you had been messing with one of your planters, “Not that it is any of your business if I go on a date or not.”

His grin widens, “I’m just looking out for you. People are scum, you know?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You squint at him, “Is there a reason you’re hanging out in my backyard?”

He shrugs, “We have a shared backyard, neighbor. You don’t like it, put up some fences.”

You huff out an exasperated laugh, and shake your head, “You know, someday you’re going to find an omega who’s going to be really annoyed with how obsessed you are with me.”

He pauses, his long fingers absently tapping his thigh, and then he smirks, “Nah.”

“Nah? The fuck you mean ‘nah’?”

Crosshair, like all of his brothers, is an alpha. Alphas partner up with omegas. Its what they do. Something about pheromones and hormones and biology. You’re not really sure.

You never had to learn because you don’t have any of those characteristics.

Scientists, and doctors, call people like you Mu. Halfway between an Alpha and an Omega. In the end, all it means is that you’re a freak.

But you’re fine with it. You have to be. What other choice do you have?

“Having an omega is way too much work, have you heard how Tech’s girl whines for him? Like, all of the time. I’m surprised Hunter hasn’t killed her. Even I find her voice grating.”

“I don’t think you’re supposed to talk about your sister-in-law like that?”

“Meh. She already hates me, it’s not like she can hate me more.” He crosses your backyard to peer over your shoulder at your garden, “Your herbs look like they’re coming in nice.”

You’re slightly surprised by the topic change, but you go along with it happily, “Yeah! I was worried because the sage did so poorly last year, but I must have gotten the soil PH right this year.”

You turn to look up at Crosshair, and your smile falters when you see the look on his face. It’s a soft look, with a small affectionate smile that smooths out the harsh lines of his face into something gentler.

It’s a look Crosshair directs towards you regularly, and it’s a look that never fails to make you blush. And today is no exception, as you hurriedly spin away from him to check your other planter before he notices the effect he has on you.

And, as ever, he releases a quiet chuckle that gives you goosebumps.

“What else do you have growing?” Crosshair asks, his breath warm against your ear. He’s close enough that you can feel him pressed against your back.

It really isn’t fair that he keeps doing this to you. He’s an alpha and he knows you’re not an omega. He’s just being cruel for the hell of it, you suppose.

“Um…” You step away from him slightly, grateful and disappointed when he doesn’t follow you, “Tomatoes, broccoli, and a couple of other herbs. I have hot peppers growing in the other planter over there.”

“I’ll have to remember to mention that to Wrecker when it comes time for the harvest,” Crosshair mutters, “He’s always complaining about how expensive peppers are.”

“Well, I’m happy to share. I always have too many anyway.”

You glance away from him and lean over to check on one of your tomato plants, only to squeak and jump when you feel his finger drag up your spine from the small of your back.

You spin around to stare at him, your eyes wide. His fingers, which had been resting comfortably on the back of your neck, now sit right over the pulse point on your throat, and he looks at you like the cat that caught the canary.

“Um...what…?” You try to take a step back but you’re so close to your planter that you don’t have anywhere to go, and when you try you almost lose your balance, so Crosshair has to hurriedly wrap his free hand around your waist to keep you steady.

“Why do you keep running from me? Am I that intimidating to you?”

“No, that’s not—,” You trail off, you can feel your heart racing from nerves, and you know he can feel it too.

“Then what’s the problem?” He carefully maneuvers you and walks you back until your back bumps against the cool material of your home, “I’m not blind or stupid, I can see how you look at me.”

“That’s—“

“—and I can feel how your heart is racing now that I’m touching you. You’re clearly attracted to me, and yet, every time, you run away. Why?”

“I’m not an omega.” You blurt, “I...You—“

He scoffs, “I told you. I have no interest in having an omega.”

“Sure, you say that now, but—“

His eyes narrow at you, “But what? You think I’m the kind of man who would let my hormones control me?”

You don’t have an answer to that, because the truth is, in your experience, all alphas are. Example 1? Your former boyfriend who cheated on you as soon as he ran into an omega in heat.

You don’t have to answer, your silence is answer enough, and he scoffs again. “You do. What kind of shitty alphas have you been around, pretty?”

“That’s not...he couldn’t help his nature…” You trail off, not sure why you’re defending your ex.

“No. He’s just a shitty guy who used his hormones as an excuse to be a dick to you.” Crosshair leans in to press his face into your hair, “Fuck, you smell so good. Like sunshine and the beach—“

“...I’m sorry?”

“That was a compliment, pretty. You smell so much better.”

You feel like there’s a part of this conversation that you missed, but you don’t want to ask him for clarification, not when he’s pressed against you like this. Not when you can feel his lips on the shell of your ear.

But, you do make one, final, attempt to dissuade him from this. “Cross...I’m pretty sure that you don’t want me—“

You’re not able to finish your sentence as he pulls away and pins you in place with a severe look, “You don’t get to decide what, or who, I want.”

You shoot him a doubtful look.

“Fine, let me speak plainly then. I want you. Only you. Since the day we met.” His words make heat rush to your face, and you want to avert your gaze, but he won’t let you look away, “I have no interest in the drama that comes with partnering with an omega. And, to be completely frank, the scent of omega pheromones gives me a migraine.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” He bumps his forehead against yours, “So, give me a chance?”

You stare at him, your heart in your throat.

This has the potential to go so wrong. And you know, in the same way you know the sun will rise in the morning, that if it does, you’re going to be the one hurt. Again.

But you want to trust Crosshair.

And you’re so tired of being alone all the time.

So, even though fear and uncertainty have you in a vice grip, you don’t stop yourself from reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. And your actions are rewarded with a look of pleasure.

“So?” Crosshair asks.

“If you break my heart,” You warn him, “I’ll find some way to make your life miserable.”

“Noted.” He bumps his nose against yours, “I’m going to kiss you now.”

“Yes, please.”

And then his lips are against yours and it’s not perfect. It’s a little awkward and a little clumsy, and your teeth knock together. But you wouldn’t change it for anything in the galaxy.

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after spending almost a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

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a/n 2: also yes this is 100% self indulgent for my love for kuroo tetsurou

Whenever, Wherever

pairing: Fives x Reader, Torrent x reader (platonic)

This is a little gift for @the-bad-batch-baroness

A/N edit: STEPH I'M SO SORRY THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS WHEN I THOUGHT I POSTED IT.....

Warnings: Fluff. Maybe a little suggestive towards the end. Kisses and cuddles y'all.

The sassy lean against the wall ™️

You raise your comm to your lips. "Are we ready?"

Hardcase's hushed voice answers. "Yep. Target is in place. I wanted to watch but someone won’t let me out of the medbay.” Hardcase sighs.

Kix groans frustratedly in the background.

“‘Case, you got thrown twenty feet and you have a concussion. That’s plenty of reason for me to keep you here.”

“That might backfire on you, Vod.” Jesse snickers.

Kix echoes Jesse mockingly and Hardcase signs off with “good luck” while you peek into the mess hall where the rest of Torrent is.

The 501st are on a mission to Naboo, but temporary barracks have been set up to accommodate the troopers planetside, allowing them to enjoy the rich scenery and culture.

Dogma and Echo sit off to the side, having a conversation about something while Tup and Vaughn play Sabbacc with the very person that you came to see. Fives’ back is turned to the door as you slip quietly inside and make your way to the table, draping yourself over his shoulders.

With a smirk, you coo into his ear. "Hey there, stranger. Mind if I crash here for a bit?"

He turns to face you, cards forgotten on the table.

“Mesh’la? What are you doing here?”

You giggle. “Nice to see you too. Can’t I surprise my boyfriend?”

He smiles and tugs you into his arms, nuzzling his face in your neck and breathing deeply. Sure, it’s probably a dumb idea to go soft in front of his brothers, but they’re no one to judge either.

Besides, it is you; his cyar’ika.

“You came all the way out here to see me?” He asks, placing a lazy kiss to the side of your neck.

“Yeah, I did. Senator Amidala owed me a favor so I figured I’d come see you.” You say, gently tugging his hand so he follows. After bidding farewell to his brothers, the two of you retreat to a terrace away from prying eyes.

As soon as the two of you are out of sight, his lips crash against yours, needy and passionate. You return the kiss, tangling your fingers in his hair. He mumbles how much he loves you against your mouth, arms tugging you closer still. You’re inherently grateful that he isn’t wearing the top half of his armor, enjoying the warmth of his chest.

You couldn’t ask for anything more as you relax in your trooper’s arms and watch the sun set over the water.

You sigh contentedly. “I missed you.”

Fives tucks his chin over your head and squeezes you tightly. “Missed you more. This is nice.”

You hum happily in response, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“The senator got me a suite at a hotel. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I had I dunno, say...a bodyguard?” You smirk, relishing in the groan that rumbles through his chest.

“I’m afraid I’d be a little too preoccupied with something else to be your security detail.”

“The closer you are, the safer I am,” You tease.

“Well then,” He says playfully, picking you up easily. “Where exactly is this hotel?”

8 with Luca!

8) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

“Luca, we can’t hide in here forever.”

The older man was pressed up behind you, the small broom closet in his house not giving much space for either of you to move.

“Yeah, but Street said he’d be home soon, and I wanna prank him back.” He spoke quietly into your ear. You shivered as his warm breath tickled your skin, and you shifted slightly to relieve the ache between your legs.

There was always tension between you and Luca the whole time you’d know each other. Neither of you were brave enough to act on it. So being stuck in this confined space, nose full of his scent, his cologne, was driving you mad.

You felt his body tense as you moved, practically heard him swallow as he placed a hand on your hip, holding gentle. “Don’t- Try not to wiggle so much.”

You bit your lip and tried not to smile, a rush of bravery (maybe stupidity) and lust giving you the courage and slowly grind back into him, a gasp leaving your lips as you felt the bulge against your ass. A pretty damn big bulge.

Luca moaned faintly in your ear, both hands now holding your lips as he pulled back on you, grinding into you in turn and cursing. “Fuck it.” He rasped and spun you around, body pinning you against the door as his lips found yours.

You turned in the confined space and clung to him, kissing back in an almost viscous manner and whimpering as his leg slid between yours, your hips grinding on his thigh with a whine.

It wasn’t long his pants were undone, your leggings pulled down to your thighs, and he had you turned back around against the wall. His cock stretched and filled you to the brim, and the muffled moans and cries filled his house.

Your cheek was pressed to the cool surface as you both came with a drawn out moan, and the sound of footsteps coming through the front door made you both pause.

“Fuck..” he whispered in a shaky sigh, slipping out of you and helping you with your pants before buttoning his own, Street opening the closet with a concerned, confused glance at the both of you.

“Oh, gross, guys.”

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on the run

venus; chapter eight; sorry

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"yn, oh my god i'm so glad you're okay!" kiyokos arms wrapped around her hugging her tight. yn sunk to the ground with kiyoko, her arms still incasing her bestfriend. kiyoko had somehow, found her on a whim, in the middle of some godforsaken park. yoko had no clue what'd drawn her there, she just knew she had to check.

god she was so stupid. maybe she was just attention seeking like her boyfriend said. it wasnt even that big of a deal now that she thinks about it. yn didnt even have any tears left to cry, she just felt so burnt out. so done. so over everything. she heard patter of more feet running towards her, she knew her other friends were saying stuff to her but all she heard was muffled words. so entraped. until.

until she saw him.

messy black hair and a masked face crouched down in front of her, eyes full of worry. why was he even worried? honestly he didnt even know. her and sakusa werent even that good of friends, didnt talk much, when they did very few words were exchanged. maybe a hi, hows your day. but thats it. but for some reason. kiyoomi was seeing her in a new light. he knew his best friend kinda sucked. but he honestly didnt see how much until she yelled in his face about 7 hours ago. atsumu not even caring that his girlfriend was upset with him, and for good reasons at that. sakusa looked at the bloodshot eyes and the mascara stains on her cheeks, he just wanted to make her feel better. make all her worries go away. but he knew it wasnt that easy, it never could be that easy.

"im so sorry."

the words hit yn like a bullet train. she didnt know why either. and why was he sorry. he had nothing to be sorry for, he wasnt the one that made atsumu at like a good for nothing stuck up bitch. but those words. she hasnt heard them in so long. not from atsumu. not from her parents. not from her friends. not from anyone. he was the first person that she heard those words from in years and it hurt. her heart hurt. they just stared at eachother as yns friends coddled her, asking her if she was okay and if she needed anything. when all she needed was an apology. and she got it. from someone that hadnt even hurt her in any way. but why did it feel so meaningful.

"is he here."

was all she asked. words passing through her friends and going directly into kiyoomi's ears. he looked down and then shook his head. she just sighed. she didnt have enough energy to cry. not even an ounce to let out a quick sob. and honestly if she did, she didnt even know if she would've cried. she knew he wouldn't've been there. but just hearing it kinda just sealed the deal for her. he doesnt care. he never has. and he never will. his best friend that she barely knows cares more then her boyfriend of five years. she just shook her head, biting the inside of her cheek. "i know its not what-" "i dont care anymore." she cut him off, sakusa kinda taken aback by it, but he understood. atsumu was shitty. not only was he a shitty friend, he was a shitty boyfriend. a shitty person.

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Slugger

Evan "Buck" Buckley x shy!probie!fem!reader

summary: you're the newest member of the 118 and Buck will stop at nothing to tease you as form of flirting and you believe that he doesn't like you, but Eddie is going to do whatever he can to set the two of you up.

word count: 4k

cw: miscommunication, hurt/comfort, jealousy, reader gets hit on by a creep and it’s a little unsettling

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As soon as you stepped foot into the fire house, you were convinced that you were home. You couldn't explain it, but it was a lot more cozy than you would have thought. When you looked up and saw the rest of the crew eating a meal together like a family, you knew you were in the right place. You hadn't heard of departments doing that and knowing that they were like family to each other was refreshing.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder and slowly made your way up the steps on the hunt for Captain Nash who you knew you needed to report to. And you were nervous to say the least. You always had a bit of anxiety lingering, but especially when it came to a new situation with a new place and people. This was all three and you were honestly just applauding yourself for even getting at far as you did.

As soon as you got to the top step, every single head turned to look at you. You felt your anxiety reach its peak as you realized that you were the center of attention and suddenly felt the urge to throw up. You noticed that everyone had even stopped eating in favor of getting a look at you and it took everything in you to not run down the steps and never come back.

"Hello," the man at the head of the table greeted as he waved you over. "And who might you be?" Your name suddenly floated out of your brain as the man waited for you to answer.

You told him your name once you finally remembered it and the man smiled, waving you over to the table.

"You're just in time for dinner. Take a seat." There was a seat at the end and you reluctantly set your bag in the floor before taking a seat.

"Welcome to the 118," the man next to you spoke. You turned to him and couldn't help but notice how pretty his brown eyes were.

"Thank you," you nodded as the man sitting across from you handed you a bowl that was full of spaghetti. You took it from him and couldn't help but noticed that he was eyeing you suspiciously. Maybe he was thinking that you were a fraud just like you were. He was definitely onto you.

"You're welcome. I'm Eddie," the man put his hand out for you to shake with a bright smile and you completely abandoned the bowl that was being held out to you. You shook Eddie's hand and you couldn't help but notice that it was soft but rough.

"Y/n," you replied softly even though he definitely already knew that since you had just said it. Eddie took the bowl from Buck and served you some of the pasta and the salad along with some garlic bread.

"So, it looks like we've got a new probie," the man across from you spoke. "We haven't had one of those since Ravi."

"Probie?" You had never heard that term before and by the way everyone was looking at you, you assumed that you should have known what it meant.

"Probational firefighter," Eddie replied, leaning closer to you before leaning back up before continuing to eat his meal. You just nodded and began to eat, the man across from you eyeing you for longer than you would have liked.

Buck gave you small smile then went back to his spaghetti and everyone engaged in conversation while you sat there silently, just content to be there.

Just as you were getting comfortable, the siren went off and everyone but you got up from their chairs, making a dash for the engine.

“You coming, probie?” Buck asked as he stopped at the top of the stairs. You got up and followed him, rushing to the engine where the only available spot was in between him and Eddie.

Eddie handed you a headset and you put it on, turning to him just in time to see his warm smile and you mimicked it, feeling grateful to have someone who was nice to you. You could feel Buck nudge you and you turned to your left to see what he wanted.

“I’m Buck, by the way,” he smiled and you thought he was cute, especially his little birth mark right by his eye. “And that’s Hen,” he pointed to the Black woman across from him. “And Chimney.” The Asian man next to Hen gave you a wave and Buck didn’t miss the confused look on your face. “Don’t ask,” he laughed. “And then that’s Ravi,” he pointed to the Indian next to the left of Chimney.

“It’s really nice to meet you,” Hen smiled. “I’m looking forward to having another woman in the department if it works out.” You wouldn’t have expected everyone to be so nice on a job like fire fighting and it warmed your heart that they were so welcoming.

“Same to you,” you replied and you began to pick at the skin around your finger nails, trying your hardest to not hum to yourself, something you often did when you were nervous or anxious.

The ride to the call seemed much shorter than it was as you listened to everyone exchange conversation. People usually called you out for being quiet, but you didn’t ever feel the need to speak unless you were spoken to or had something of value to say.

And the 118 seemed to respect that. No one commented on it and you found that odd. At least one person usually had something to say, but they all just talked amongst themselves and would occasionally involve you so you wouldn’t feel left out.

They were a family and that much was obvious, but even on your first day, they were so inclusive, trying their hardest to make you feel like one of them.

Once the engine pulled up to the scene, all of you got out and hurried to the fire that was taking over the house in front of you. You watched Buck, Eddie, and Ravi race inside while Hen and Chimney checked on everyone who was already out of the house. The fire was huge, consuming the house with it's bright orange hue and you desperately wished you could have followed the others into the house.

Your job was to get the others supplies when requested and to assist where help was needed. You really wished that you could have been in the action like everyone else, but you knew that it was just the way it was when you first started out on the job. You were still new and needed to prove yourself before you could really showcase how good you really were.

Ravi came running out with a cat in his arms that somehow seemed unharmed and passed it off to the little girl who had been crying for it. You hoped to be able to do that soon. That was the whole reason why you had even wanted to become a firefighter; to help people. But for the time being, you were going to go above and beyond by doing anything that was asked of you. That was all you really could do until your probation was up.

"Probie, hose!" Buck called out as he rushed out of the house and you quickly hurried to the engine and grabbed the hose before racing over to him. He had everyone clear back then turned on the hose, moving it back and forth to diffuse the fire.

The fire slowly died down and Buck handed the hose back to you which you put away and once everyone was taken care of, you all piled into the engine, you finding yourself between Buck and Eddie again.

Eddie clapped you on the shoulder with a smile that matched everyone else's. They applauded you for you first call and you were beginning to think that maybe you were going to really like it there.

"You actually did a good job, probie," Buck told you and you weren’t sure if that was an insult or an compliment. The word "actually" led you to believe to that he didn't think you were up to the job and that offended you a little. That because you were on probation didn't mean you were cut out to work with him. You had gone through all the training and schooling that he had, so why was he giving you such a hard time?

"Don't mind Buck," Eddie was the one to nudge you this time. "He just likes to tease. Ease up, alright?" He leaned over to look at his friend. "It's her first day." Eddie didn't know why, but he felt the need to protect you.

“I’m just teasing,” Buck replied. “She can take it,” he nudged you. Could you, though?

The rest of the shift was nothing but tiring as you responded to multiple calls and by the end of it, you were beginning to feel super sore even though you hadn’t done nearly as much as the others. You knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but that was what you liked about it. You felt like you always needed to be challenged and maybe this was finally going to be the job for you.

It had been a week since you started working with the 118 crew and you really did feel like you were fitting in with everyone. Well, everyone except Buck. He was especially hard on you and you weren’t sure why since all the others seemed to think you were doing a pretty good job. He’d tell you that the dishes weren’t washed the right way or that you missed a spot when wiping down the engine. The rest of the crew told him to knock it off, but he wouldn’t let up.

Buck wasn’t doing it because he didn’t think you were good enough, he just felt like you needed a little push. You were working hard, but he felt like you needed to work harder. He was just trying to make you into the best firefighter that you could be, and yeah, maybe sometimes he was being a bit too harsh, but really, all he was trying to do was help.

But that wasn’t the way you saw it. At that point, you were just convinced that he didn’t like you. He just wasn’t as nice as the other’s in the crew and he certainly wasn’t going to tell you what his intentions were. You’d never admit it, but he was starting to frustrate you. Bobby was the one in charge and here Buck was trying to tell you what to do. It was infuriating.

You weren’t going to tell him that, though. When you were angry with people, you tended to just ignore them and pretend that they weren’t there. You weren’t a fan of confrontation so that was the only way to let people know that you were upset. And you felt like it really sent the message in a more subtle way.

Buck didn’t seem to take your silence as anger, though. He just continued on with his teasing and pointing out your wrongs like nothing had changed. Maybe you should have taken a different approach, but what was done was done.

The only thing that seemed to make it worse was the fact that you and Buck turned out to live in the same apartment building. You saw him one night when you were getting off He awkwardly made small talk with you but you just acted as if he wasn’t there, completely ignoring him until the elevator got to your floor. Maybe it was more rude that you were willing to admit, but you had a point to prove.

Every time Buck saw you in the elevator, though, he still tried to act as if the two of you were actually friends. He would try and make jokes with you and when he was feeling a bit more confident, he would even get a little flirty, loving the way you would get all flustered and lower your head so he couldn’t see the adorable look on your face.

Then came the night at the bar. The 118 insisted on taking you out to celebrate your first week and everyone discovered that you were a completely different person when you drank. You were significantly more outgoing to the point where they were convinced that you were someone else. The normal you definitely wouldn’t have danced on the bar.

Buck watched you and Eddie from the other end of the table. He had his arm draped over the back of your chair and he was leaning into you as the two of you whispered and giggled with each other. It made Buck sick, but there was no way in hell that he’d admit that.

“Hey probie,” Buck called from across the table and both you and Eddie’s giggles were cut short, the two of you turning to the man who was trying to get your attention. “You wanna play some pool?”

You nodded enthusiastically and pulled Eddie along even though the invitation wasn’t extended to him. There was no way you were going to be alone with Buck for that long. The three of you headed to the table that was across from the one where you were sitting and Eddie handed you a cue which you gratefully took.

“I don’t know how to play,” you told him. “Can you teach me?”

“Yeah, no problem.” Eddie talked you through the game and you listened and nodded despite knowing exactly how to play. You were just trying to get him to actually help you. You wanted him to stand behind you and help you guide the cue where it was supposed to go.

Buck was the one to break and then the balls were assigned to the three of you. You were pretty good at the game, but you were just trying to get Eddie’s attention, wanting him to help you in any way that he could.

“Can you show me?” You bat your lashes and Buck could see what you were up to, able to see right through all your tricks and he had to admit that you were good.

“Of course,” Eddie nodded and moved to stand behind you. He placed his hands on top of yours and guided you, causing the ball you wanted to hit to be launched into one of the pockets. Buck could feel his blood boiling when you stood on your toes to press a kiss to Eddie’s cheek and was very tempted to throw in the towel right there.

Eddie helped you throughout the entire game and Buck was suspiciously quiet as he watched the two of you. He didn’t like the way Eddie would drape his arm over your shoulder and tuck you into his side. He also didn’t like the way he’d lean down to listen to what you had to say because you were so soft spoken.

What was so great about Eddie? Sure, the guy was his best friend, so he could see it, but what did you see in him? What was the thing that set him apart from Buck? Maybe it was because Buck had a history of sleeping around and that none of his relationships lasted very long, but that wasn’t necessarily his fault.

It was down to Buck and Eddie and they were both competing to hit the black eight ball. Buck seemed to be hitting it a bit too hard and Eddie wondered what was causing him to be so competitive. Anytime they played, it was always a friendly game and now he was acting like he wanted Eddie dead. He was going to have to ask him about it later.

It was Buck’s turn to hit the ball and he turned to you to see if you were watching only to see you applying some lip gloss. You dropped it and bent down to pick it up, giving him a great view of your ass. He was so occupied with his staring that he wasn’t paying attention and hit the ball without even looking.

“Ha!” Eddie pointed at him. “You scratched so I win.”

“That’s not fair!” Buck retorted, putting the cue stick away. He really didn’t believe that it was. He was only human and didn’t think it was fair that he only lost because you had distracted him.

“Life’s not fair, Buckley,” Eddie laughed. “Well, I’m gonna head out and get Chris to bed. Y/n, you need a ride home?”

“No thanks. I think I’m gonna hang here a while.”

“You’ll stay with her?” Eddie asked and who was Buck to say no?

“Yeah, sure, probie, I’ll keep you company,” he patted your shoulder and Eddie gave you and Buck hugs before heading out to his truck, leaving the two of you alone. Both Hen and Ravi left a while ago so it was just the two of you and a few others still there.

Maybe you really were drunk since you were willing to spend time with him. You pulled him over to the bar to get another drink and he was hoping that he could get you to see that he really wasn’t all bad. That he was a nice guy and that he was completely willing to show that to you if you would have let him.

There was a man to the far left, nursing a beer and you briefly made eye contact with him, giving him a smile before turning back to Buck. He, for whatever reason, took that as an invitation to come over to you and got a little close for your liking. You moved closer to Buck to show the man that you were with someone, but that didn’t seem to deter him.

“Hey, pretty lady,” he greeted and you could feel bile rising in your throat. You ignored him and felt a little guilty for doing so, but you knew that you weren’t required to be nice to him.

“Hi,” Buck replied, sensing that you were uncomfortable. As a man, he didn’t see why other men preyed on people when they were clearly uncomfortable. Why they never took no for an answer and would try their hardest to take what they wanted, not caring who they hurt in the process.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” the man shot back with a glare. “C’mon, don’t be shy. I won’t bite. Unless you ask,” he winked and you could feel the anger building up inside you. You had been told those words so many times in your life and you were sick and tired of that being a problem for people. Especially men that were trying to hit on you.

“I’m not interested, thank you,” you turned to him and he put on a smile. You also hated that you felt obligated to be polite and felt like someone bad would have happened if you didn’t. What was so wrong with saying no? Why did you feel like you had to spare their feelings when you were the one who was uncomfortable?

“Ah, so she speaks.” You could smell the alcohol on his breath as he got closer and your stomach lurched as you felt like there was no return.

“Can you please leave me alone? You’re making me very uncomfortable.” That only made him step closer and you stepped away, your back colliding with Buck’s chest and he rested his hands on your arms, pulling you into him.

“Oh, is this your boyfriend? I’m into threesomes,” he tried to reach out and grab your hand, but you pulled it away before he could, the bile coming up more quickly now.

“She said to leave her alone,” Buck said. He could see your shaking hands and wondered why your fear wasn’t making the guy let up. He was about to do something drastic until the man spoke up again.

“Why don’t you make me?” Without another word and only having thought about it for a split second, your fist collided with his face, the force causing him to stumble back.

You could see the anger in his eyes as he lifted his head and blood poured from his nose as you shook your hand, hoping that would get rid of the pain, but it didn’t. He clutched his nose then made a beeline for the bathroom to clean himself up, giving you and Buck the perfect chance to call it a night.

Both you and Buck gasped at your actions and you both hurried to pay your tabs before Buck took your hand and pulled you out of the bar to his jeep. All you could think about was how guilty you felt for punching the guy, but you knew that Buck would have just told you that he deserved it.

And maybe he did. He was crossing a boundary and definitely needed to be put in his place. And yeah, maybe a punch wasn’t the best move, but it was the first thing you thought of to do and clearly it had worked.

“Damn, I didn’t peg you for a slugger, probie,” Buck laughed as he opened the passenger door of his jeep for you.

“I’m not. I mean, I know how to, but I never thought I’d have to throw a punch.”

“Well, he deserved it. Are you okay? Can I get you anything? I know that can be scary and I want to make sure you’re good before I take you home.”

“I’m good, Buck. Thank you. For everything.”

“Of course,” he nodded. “Your chariot awaits, ma’am,” he opened the door wider and you got into the seat before he closed it and got in on his side.

You thought he was going to start the vehicle up, but instead, he reached over and opened the glove compartment and pulled out a small first aid kit. He set it on top of the console and pulled out an alcohol pad, some antibacterial gel and some gauze.

“Can I see your hand?” You held it out to him and he opened the alcohol pad before rubbing the stranger’s blood off of your knuckles before putting on some of the gel and wrapping it up in the gauze. “Be sure to put some ice on it when you get home,” he said before letting go of your hand and you almost didn’t want him to. It was soft but rough and you immediately wanted to grab it and intertwine your fingers, letting them rest together on the center console.

The car ride on the way to your building was silent and you were on the fence about how you felt about it. A part of you liked it since the bar had been so overstimulating, but the other wanted to fill it so you wouldn’t have any opportunity to think about all of the things that made you anxious.

You wondered if Buck was going to behave that way with you from now on or if it was a one off because of the alcohol. Granted, he hadn’t had a drink in hours, but still. He was being so caring and thoughtful and you couldn’t help but wonder what had changed.

Buck, on the other hand, still wasn’t able to realize that he was crushing on you. The jealousy that coursed through him when you were with Eddie should have been a tip off, but it wasn’t. He was still convinced that he was just protective, but really, that was the role that Eddie had taken on.

Or maybe he knew how he felt, but was suppressing it because of his dating history. People didn’t seem to want to be with him for very long and he was beginning to think that he was the problem. Everyone was always leaving him behind and he couldn’t stand to add you to that list.

He didn’t think he was good enough anyway. Eddie was the one that you deserved. He was sweet and kind and obviously cared for you. And he seemed to be more of an adult than Buck was. He didn’t sleep around and had actual adult relationships, something that Buck still wasn’t super accustomed to. He knew he could be that for you if that was what you wanted, but he felt like you deserved much better that what he was able to offer at the moment.

He pulled into his spot in the parking garage and the two of you headed for the elevators before Buck pressed the button with the arrow facing upwards before leaning his back against the wall.

You awkwardly stood in front of him, going back to your old self since the effects of the alcohol had worn off. You crossed your arms over your chest then stepped into the elevator as soon as it opened, Buck following you.

You pressed the buttons for both of your floors and actually found yourself hating to cut your time with him short. You glanced at him and were surprised to find that he was already looking at you. He was sporting a cute smirk and all of a sudden, you found yourself wanting to know what his lips felt like. Maybe there was a little alcohol in your system after all.

The doors opened on your floor and you shook off some of your nerves and pressed a featherlight kiss to his cheek before pulling away.

“Goodnight, Buckley.”

“Goodnight, slugger,” he replied, giving you a new nickname that you definitely preferred to “probie.”

You stepped out of the elevator and stood there until it closed, watching it go up, taking your cute coworker with it. As soon as he was alone, Buck chuckled to himself, wondering what had prompted you to kiss him, but knowing that he shouldn’t have questioned it. At that rate, he was going to take what he could get. And if he was going to get more kisses from you, he was really going to have to play his cards right.