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Their Heart's Desires | Klay Thompson x reader

summary -> in which, you want to tell klay you love him for the first time, but he beats you to it

warnings -> fluff. its just cute, but short.

word count -> ~844

Klay picks you up by your waist and twirls you in the air. You squeal softly and pull your legs toward him, as to not hit one of the many people walking by the two of you to congratulate Klay. Game 2 of the Finals just ended in a close game that tied the series 1-1.

“God Y/N, that felt incredible,” Klay had a 25 point game and a huge first half that completely shifted the momentum of the team. “Job’s not done though.” He sets you down and gives you a kiss on the cheek.

“You were amazing. When you play like that, jeez you’re unbelievable.” You both chuckle before he’s pulled away by a guy wearing a Oracle pass around his neck.

“Alright, I have to go change, but meet me in the 3rd press room on the away side.” He gives you another kiss, this time on your lips, before walking off into the Raptors tunnel.

You’re standing in front of a door that has a sign that says “Press Room 1” on it. The door is slightly ajar so you’re able to see the many reporters sitting in front of Klay, even though you’re only able to see the back of Klay himself. You’re listening to him talk while scrolling through Twitter, liking the occasional tweet boosting Klay and his performance.

Someone suddenly grabs your shoulder from behind. You swiftly turn and are met with Steph. He pulls you into a hug that you promptly return, “Thanks for coming all the way down here. It always means so much to him when you make the away games.”

“I wouldn’t miss this,” you twirl the studded bracelet on your wrist that Klay gave you for your 3 month anniversary a couple weeks ago. “I love doing stuff like this for him.”

“The last thing I want to do is pry, but man, this is the happiest I’ve seen him in a while,” you smile at this and tilt your head down to hide your blush, “Anyway, we’re going to this nice restaurant by the hotel to celebrate before we head back to San Francisco. I’ll text Klay the address.” He shoots you a smile before walking down the hallway toward the parking garage double doors.

You had gotten a hotel room a few doors down from Klay because you didn’t want to make things awkward by assuming he’d let you stay in his room. So, after getting dressed in your hotel room for the team dinner, you walk down the hall and knock on Klay’s door. When he opens it, he’s wearing really expensive looking black slacks with a white button up. The button up’s sleeves are rolled halfway up his arms, emphasizing his arms muscles. He looked so perfect you can’t help but be mesmerized by him.

“Wow, you look amazing.” He takes his hand off the door and grabs your hand to guide you into his room.

“Thank you. You don’t look too bad yourself.” He gives you a sweet kiss on the lips before turning to his mirror and adjusting the belt on his pants. You’re watching him in this moment and you suddenly feel so much. So much love and appreciation for this one guy. It’s a feeling you’ve never experienced before, it’s one you never expected to feel firsthand. You’re in love. For the first time in your life, you are fully and irrevocably in love with someone.

You move towards Klay who is still standing in the mirror. You stand behind him and rest your hand on his back, but not long before he turns around and pulls your chin up to him. He leans into you and begins to kiss you with more emotion than he has before.

He moans into your mouth before pulling away, “Maybe we don’t go to dinner. What if we just stayed here?” He walks backwards slowly, pulling the both of you onto the bed.

“Steph would be. So. Pissed.” You say between kisses. Klay laughs in your mouth and you smile into his. His lips tasted like a cup of rich wine, so elegant and delicious. They were perfect, his lips, like they were made for you. You made out flawlessly as two unquestionably flawed people.

The only thing heard in the room was your lips and Klay’s lips moving in unison, but also your heart. Your heart was beating at a million miles an hour. It was screaming in ecstasy, screaming how much it loved him, everything about him. You wondered if he could hear it, but you didn’t want to live wondering. Not with Klay.

You pull away from him and stare into his eyes and he stares back into yours. You open your mouth to vocalize the wishes of your heart, but Klay cuts you off.

“I love you.”

“God Klay, I love you too.”

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okayyklay · 2 years

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okayyklay · 2 years

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I'll Make It Up to You | Klay Thompson x reader

summary -> in which, Klay misses your anniversary for a game, but makes it up to you

warnings -> fluff. its just cute, he's cute.

word count -> ~600

“God Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

You go to stand right in front of Klay, who is sitting on the edge of your shared bed. “Don’t be sorry Klay. You have a game, we can celebrate another night.” You pulled him into you so he was now hugging you at the waist.

“What kind of boyfriend misses their own 3 year anniversary?” Klay mumbles into your side, making you giggle.

“How about this Klay,” You pull away so now he’s staring directly into your eyes, “Let me sit sideline at the game tomorrow and I’ll be a perfectly content girlfriend.”

“Deal.” He responds, standing up and placing a chaste kiss on your lips.

You arrived at Chase Center in your favorite Klay jersey, eager to show your love to your boyfriend of, as of today, 3 years. As you walk down the steps that lead to the sidelines, you pass by the commentator table where Bob Fitzgerald and Mike Breen were in deep conversation. “Hey Fitz. Hey Mike, good to see you.”

“You too Y/N, you know you’re the reason I love when Bay Area games are broadcasted on ABC.” You chuckle and begin to retreat to your seat before Fitz calls you back.

“Y/N, wait! Klay wanted me to give this to you before the game.” He hands you a large, rolled up poster board from under the table, “I think he had it made for you.”

“Really? Thanks Fitz.” You take your seat on the sidelines and begin to unravel your poster as the players begin to file out. It reads in big, bright lettering, ‘Today is our anniversary!’ with a picture of you and Klay underneath. You smile to yourself as the lights in the arena dim and the players are starting to be announced.

The game is tied 103-103 with 10 seconds left on the clock. Golden State just used their last timeout and are now inbounding the ball at half court. The tension in the arena was palpable. You know they’re going to try to give Curry the last shot, which means the Toronto defense will be doubling him the second the ball comes into play.

Wiggins inbounds the ball to Draymond and he brings it to the frontcourt. Just like you suspected, Curry is instantly doubled and the time is winding down quickly as Wiggins and Draymond attempt to get Curry open. 2 seconds left, and Curry is still intensely doubled, but now Klay is open at the three point line. You’re standing up at this point, shouting, “Give it to Klay!”

Draymond does a brisk bounce pass to Klay and he instantly releases the ball as it touches his hands. The arena is so loud at this point, but Breen was louder, “Thompson for three at the buzzer. To win the game- BANG!”

The ball swishes in as the final buzzer goes off and you’re jumping up and down, waving your anniversary poster. You’re screaming at the top of your lungs in pure excitement, “LET’S GO KLAY!” You begin wildly shaking your poster as the Jumbotron scans toward you. The people in the arena seem to have obviously read your sign, as they grow louder. Curry, Draymond, and Poole swarm Klay, but he searches for your eyes on the sidelines. Once you and him make eye contact, you smile your brightest smile and hold up the sign clear as day, as Klay points directly toward you, mouthing a sweet ‘I love you’.

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Thick and Thin | Klay Thompson x reader

summary -> in which, you witness Klay tear his ACL in game 6 of the NBA Finals

warnings -> fluff, anger, angst, cursing? this is bad tbh

word count -> ~1,200

Y/N gets up at the half to grab a drink. Golden State was down by three and she was getting exponentially more and more nervous. Toronto led the series 3-2 and Y/N knew how important winning this game was for Klay, and the whole team.

After grabbing a drink she goes to sit back at her sideline seat near the Warriors bench. Oracle was thunderous with eagerness, encouragement, and anticipation. Y/N was hoping she’d be able to catch Klay’s eye before the 3rd quarter started. Hopeful it would give him some encouragement and ease his tension a little. He already had 19 points and was playing really well, but Y/N still wanted to help in any way she could because knew how nervous he got during close games.

The Warriors start to file out of the tunnel as halftime begins to wind down. Klay walks out with Steph and Draymond, deep in seemingly important conversation. When they break away from one another, Klay scans the sidelines looking for Y/N. He finds her and both of their eyes light up. He makes his way over to her and extends his hand below his waist, to her. Y/N takes a hold of it.

“You’re doing so well baby.” She brings his hand up to her lips and gently places a kiss on it. Klay relaxes at her touch.

“Thanks, but I can’t help but feel like we’re not doing all we can. I mean we’re better than this team, we should be blowing them out.” Klay being able to get rid of his frustration was an important part of their relationship.

Y/N looks up at her boyfriend and her eyes soften, “Look, you and the guys just need to get out there and play with heart. You are better than them, so all you have to do is play like it.” Klay bends down to kiss Y/N on her forehead, whispers an ‘I love you’, and then retreats to the circle of Warriors forming around their bench and their coach.

Soon enough, 12 minutes are put on the shot clock and the 3rd quarter, and 2nd half, is underway. The first couple of minutes are shaky for Golden State as Steph and Klay miss back to back threes, and Steph gets a personal right after. Y/N was on the edge of her seat and basically biting her nails down to the cuticle.

Klay rushes the ball down and fights his way into the paint off the screen from Draymond. Klay creates some space and pulls up to bring the Warriors within 3 again. Y/N cheers by flailing her arms wildly, almost spilling her drink and the one from the person next to her. Klay glances at Y/N and gives her a fast smile before retreating to defense.

The game goes back and forth for a while, with the Warriors taking the lead eventually when Klay banks a three off an assist from Draymond. Y/N is hyper at this point, a little tipsy, and so happy. The one thing in the world she was not tired of, was watching Klay do what he loves. The tension in the area was now palpable.

In the next play, Lowry loses the ball and Curry steals it and rushes it up the court. Y/N is smiling ear to ear as Klay gets ahead and into the front court before anyone else, with Danny Green trailing. Curry passes the ball to Klay swiftly across the court and Y/N is screaming as Klay catches it and goes up for the dunk.

It all happens so fast before all of Oracle is silent. Y/N stands up so briskly, she doesn’t even realize she’s done it until Bogut is grabbing her arm so she doesn’t storm the court.

When Danny went to block Klay’s dunk, Klay landed awkwardly and was now writhing in pain. Y/N has to look away from the scene after seeing the looks on his face. Curry bounces the basketball in frustration and Y/N could tell it was less about the game and more about his friend. Trainers swarm Klay, he’s grabbing his knee and calf with an obvious look of pain. They pick him up off the ground and walk him to the tunnel. Kerr stands with his hands over his head before scanning the sidelines. He makes eye contact with Y/N before pointing at her to follow Klay and the trainers into the tunnel.

Y/N catches up to Klay who is leaning near a wall and a stretcher, “God what happened?” she asks, more to herself. The moment Y/N and Klay make eye contact in the tunnel, her tears fall.

“ Y/N don’t cry, jeez.” Y/N turns away to wipe her eyes before getting closer.

“I landed weird, I don’t know what happened.” Just then an expensive looking guy in a suit walks from the back of the tunnel, right for Klay and Y/N.

“If you don’t shoot your free throws, you know you can’t return. That’s the rules.”

Y/N turns to the man in the suit, “He’s not shooting them.”

“Don’t do that Y/N.” Klay begins pacing, a slight limp in his step, “Alright I’m going out.”

“Klay come on,” Y/N sighs in frustration, “You don’t even know what’s wrong.”

“No, but if it's something minor and I don’t shoot these, then I can’t come back. This is the finals.” He’s stern, but obviously angry with no one but himself, “Stay here Y/N, I’ll be back.” Klay limps out of the tunnel and Oracle erupts in cheers and applause.

When Klay returned, his limp looked worse than when he walked out. They head to the locker room trainers. The head trainer talks to Klay for a while, asking him if he heard a significant ‘pop’ in his leg. As soon as Klay said ‘yes’, Y/N's heart dropped. The trainer gives Klay ice for his knee and crutches, and then sends him on his way.

Klay and Y/N walk out of the locker room toward the car to head home, avoiding eye contact with all of the reporters waiting for them by the exit, cameras ready and rolling. The game was still going on as Y/N and Klay could hear the roar of the stadium as they walked out of the double doors that led to the team’s parking garage. Y/N walks behind Klay in silence as he crutches towards Y/N's car.

On the drive to their shared apartment, they rode in silence and it was making Y/N nervous. Y/N takes her eyes off the road momentarily to glance at Klay. He was slumped against her seat, staring out the window. He pulls out his phone and looks something up. Y/N isn’t sure what it is, but whatever it was, it makes Klay curse under his breath.

“We fucking lost.” Y/N sighs deeply, upset about everything that transpired in the past 30 minutes.

“I don’t want you to be upset, Klay.” She says keeping her eyes on the road.

“Y/N, of course I’m fucking upset. I’m a basketball player that most likely tore their fucking ACL of-”

“No, that’s not what I meant,” Y/N pulls into the parking garage of their apartment complex. She parks the car and turns to Klay, “I don’t want you to be angry with yourself. This isn't your fault, nor is it something you could have prevented. Of course you can be upset about the situation, it fucking sucks, but we’ll go to the MRI tomorrow, together, and if it's our worst case scenario then we’ll work through it. Together.”

“Y/N,” Klay grabs her hand, closes his eyes, and buries his head, “If I tore my ACL, that’s 6 months I'm out. I'm scared of that.”

“I know baby. I’ll be here through it all, I promise.” Y/N leans over the console of the car and gives Klay a kiss that is so full of love it throws him off. But it doesn’t take him long to return the kiss, with an equal volume of love and appreciation.

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