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Hate. | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Mean Sakusa x Manager Reader

this is based on this specific prompt. your girl here really needed to write a fic about it lmao

WORD COUNT: 5.4k

WARNING: mean omi, angst, hurt, slight atsumu x reader, aggressive behavior, cursing, mention of blood, depressed, comfort, fluff, and happy ending.

Sakusa never thought it was possible to ever feel such an intense hatred for a specific person.

He thought it was impossible to hate someone just from sight, but it turns out you can.

Sakusa got to experience it with the new manager of MSBY.

He hated them from the first interaction.

No, first look.

The wing spiker remembers very clearly the day you were introduced to the team.

*.:｡.✿`

It was a Tuesday morning, a typical day for the MSBY team.

Everyone was warming up alone as their coach hadn’t arrived, which was not expected.

It only meant that there was big news heading their way.

And sure enough, it was.

“Morning, everyone!”

They hear Foster yell as he slides the gym door open, alerting everyone about his presence.

Sakusa sighs, standing up from the ground, while Atsumu and Bokuto keep bickering with each other. He hears Hinata tell him something but can’t entirely listen as his attention gets drawn by the small person behind their coach.

“Everyone, I would like to introduce our new manager,” Foster smiles, stepping aside for the boys to meet you.

“Hello, My name is L/N Y/N, and I’ll be the new manager of MSBY as of today! I hope we can get along,” you smile at the players.

Sakusa watches as all the boys quickly walk up to you and introduce themselves one by one.

“Welcome, my name is Hinata Shoyo!”

You giggle, which makes the wing spiker feel annoyed. “I know,” you smile at the orange-haired boy.

“You do?!” Hinata asks, getting a nod from you. “Yes, I learned everyone’s name,” you chuckle.

“Then what’s my name?” you hear a boy with blonde hair asked. “Atsumu Miya,” you quickly respond.

Sakusa hears his teammates woo, making him roll his eyes at the interaction. “Oh me! Me! What’s my name?”

“Bokuto Kotaro, the best outside hitter,” you say to the energetic boy. “HEY, HEY, HEY” Bokuto yells, agreeing with your statement.

“You also-” Hinata starts, but you interrupt him. “I know much more than what y’all think, so don’t underestimate me.”

The boys laugh in amusement, already liking you, relieving you as you are nervous that they wouldn’t like you.

Sakusa scoffed, at the laughter.

So annoying.

Do you always smile and laugh at everything?

He walks away from the crowded group but stops by the soft voice that says his name.

“And you must be Sakusa Kiyoomi, right?” You asked, recalling from interviews how he likes his space.

Sakusa turns around and sees you smiling at him, eyes sparkling.

Annoying.

You start to get nervous again as the taller boy hasn’t said anything and is glaring at you.

“Lighten up, dude,” Atsumu breaks the tense air, making Sakusa turn around and walk away.

You watch the dark-haired boy leave, making you wonder if you did something wrong, but you smile as this makes it challenging for you to do a better job warming up with the players.

“Don’t worry about him. He’s always grumpy,” Atsumu says, having Hinata agree with him. “I’m okay, and I figure he just needed space,” you smile.

The boys nod, returning to asking more questions about you before practice starts.

Sakusa occupies himself by stretching his wrist, ignoring the laughter and talks of everyone. He closes his eyes, eyebrows furrowing as he keeps hearing those annoying giggles.

He opens his eyes and looks toward you, standing, seeing your happy self laughing with the rest of the boys.

That stupid smile.

Annoying.

Sakusa doesn’t not like the new manager.

He hates them.

Hates you.

*.:｡.✿`

Since that day, he expected you to keep your distance from him, but you didn’t. You kept that annoying smile on your face each day you greeted him.

You always talk to him each time the team takes a break, despite the glares and insults he would respond.

It annoyed him each time you would giggle in response because he knew you thought he was joking.

“You’re funny, Omi,” you would say to him, giving him one of those stupid smiles.

You always kept being nice to him each time, which greatly irritated him.

He hated how you kept your distance from him, cleaned his bottle the way he liked it, kept sanitizer wipes with you in case he needed some, and most of all, he hated how loudly you cheered for him each game.

It was driving him crazy how constant you were getting.

And he was ready to snap.

“Here, Omi, it’s clean,” you say while jogging to him as you hand him a water bottle. “I also brought some snacks in case you want some.”

Sakusa glares at you, which only makes you smile bigger. “Fucking annoying…” He mumbles, snatching the water bottle from your hands harshly.

“What? I didn’t quite hear you, Omi. Sorry,” you softly say, stepping closer.

“I SAID ANNOYING!” Sakusa yells, making you flinch. “God, you’re so fucking annoying that I can’t stand it anymore.”

“I don’t like you talking to me,” he says, standing up from the floor. “I thought you would understand since the first day, but your idiot self didn’t, so I’ll make it clear for you, sweetheart. I don’t like you and don’t want you near me!”

“W-What... I-” you stutter, eyes getting teary. “Stop, just fucking stop! God, are you so pathetic that you need everyone’s approval of you?” Sakusa yells, stepping closer to you, making you, this time, step back.

“No… I was just… I just,” you begin to say, blinking the tears forming in your eyes. “JUST WHAT!” Sakusa yells, stepping closer.

“That’s enough,” Atsumu firmly says, stepping between you and Sakusa.

Sakusa glares at Atsumu, who’s looking at him with a scowl on his face. It’s then that he realizes how harsh he’s breathing from being so angry.

He takes a few steps back, taking in how everyone is looking at him.

Hinata and Bokuto rush to your side, asking if you’re okay while you give them a slight nod.

“You guys should take her outside for a bit,” Atsumu says, eyes still looking at the wing spiker. “Okay,” Hinata responds, gently holding your arm to make you start walking.

As the three of y’all begin to walk, you put the effort to turn around and face Sakusa, who’s already looking at you.

“I’m sorry…” he hears you say to him.

Atsumu closes his eyes from how heartbroken your voice sounds, “I didn’t mean to make you feel all of this… I’ll keep my distance from now on,” your voice cracks.

Sakusa feels his heart shrink from the pain in your eyes, making him feel guilty.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already turning away as you follow Hinata and Bokuto out of the gym.

Why was he so angry with you?

Atsumu walks up to him, hand resting on his shoulder tightly. “Don’t come near her,” he warns.

“I-I didn’t mean to yell at her,” Sakusa whispers. “But you did,” Atsumu coldly says.

“Tell me, do you hate her, or do you just hate the way she makes you feel?”

Sakusa stares at the setter with wide eyes.

“Whatever,” Atsumu says, pushing the taller boy. “Don’t come near her. I mean it.”

Sakusa looks down at his shoes, repeating what Atsumu asked him.

Did he hate you?

At that moment, your face pops up in his head, with your smile.

“Omi!” you yell, hands waving at him.

“Omi ~” you sing, handing him his clean bottle.

“Omi,” you smile, looking up at him as you give him a thumbs up.

“Fuck..” Sakusa curses, realizing how wrong he has been towards his feelings for you this whole time.

*.:｡.✿`

“I’m okay, guys,” you smile at Hinata and Bokuto, who haven’t said anything.

You guys are sitting outside on a bench that you guys found. “You’re not annoying!” Bokuto suddenly says with a frown on his face. “Sakusa is just an idiot.”

“Yeah, a big one,” Hinata adds, making you chuckle.

As much as you know they are trying to cheer you up, you cannot help but go back to what the wing spiker said. It shouldn’t hurt this much from what he said to you, but sadly you have fallen for Sakusa.

You don’t know when, but you know that you did, and hard.

Therefore, it hurts to find out how he truly feels about you. You didn’t expect the wing spiker to feel such hatred towards you.

To hate you so much.

“Can I take over?” you hear someone say.

You turn around and smile as you spot Atsumu nodding your head. Hinata and Bokuto head back to the gym before hugging you.

Atsumu sits down with you, “I’m not going to ask how you’re feeling because I know you’re not okay.”

“So it’s okay, Y/N.” Atsumu softly says, looking over at you. “You can cry.”

“I-It hurts…” you stutter, finally allowing the tears to fall.

Astumu doesn’t waste a second hugging you, “I know,” he whispers, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“He hates m-me….” you sob, holding tightly onto your chest. “W-Why? I was n-nice… and…” you stutter.

“You were the best,” Atsumu responds. “Astumu?” you call out.

Astumu hums, still rubbing your back. “I really l-l ...him….” you sob harder.

“I know, sweetheart,” the setter sadly says.

The two of you stay hugging until you calm down from crying so much. “You should go home and rest,” Atsumu says as you break the hug.

“But what about practice? Mr. Foster would ask about me if he doesn’t see me,” you start to argue, wiping the snot from your nose. “Don’t worry, I talked to him, and don’t worry about your duties as me and the rest of the boys would handle it.”

Astumu smiles, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. “Go and rest,” he says, caressing your cheek.

“Thank you, Tsum,” you smile, getting a pat on the head. “And sorry I got your shirt dirty.”

The setter chuckles, “It’s fine. Just head home,” he says. “I am,” you say, getting up from the bench.

You hug Atsumu goodbye before you head back to get your stuff and leave without anyone noticing.

*.:｡.✿`

Sakusa sees Atsumu returning alone, making the spiker frown. He wants to ask the setter where you are but stops himself as he recalls the warning he told him.

Hinata and Bokuto rush to Atsumu, “Where’s Y/N? Did you leave her by herself?” he hears them ask the blonde boy.

“She went home,” Atsumu says loudly enough for a specific curly-haired boy to hear. “So we’re in charge of her duties, okay?”

Hinata and Bokuto nod, getting ready to practice for the remaining time. Atsumu purposely bumps his shoulder with Sakusa’s, sending a glare in return.

The rest of the practice goes by quickly, despite the tense air between the boys. Their coach warns them about their upcoming game in a few days before dismissing them from practice.

“Kiyoomi, I need to talk to you for a minute,” Mr. Foster says, getting the attention of everyone. “Of course, sir,” Sakusa says, walking up to the older man.

Mr. Foster stares at him before he sighs, “Please don’t make our manager cry,” he frowns.

“I-I… I’m sorry.. sir,” Sakusa lowers his head. “Please fix your emotions and resolve this whole situation soon.”

Mr. Foster pats his back before heading out of the gym, leaving the spiker alone. “I will… I definitely will,” Sakusa whispers to himself.

But how do I fix this?

He’s already missing your presence, surprisingly.

God, I’m such an idiot.

*.:｡.✿`

The following days, you keep your word about keeping your distance from the wing spiker as you don’t interact at all with him. You avoid looking at him, stop giving him his water bottle directly, but most of all, stop talking to him. He knows he deserves it after being an ass, but he wishes you would at least acknowledge him for one second.

Call him desperate, but he doesn’t care. It’s not like he hasn’t tried to apologize to you. He’s been unsuccessful, as the boys don’t allow him to get close to you. Especially Atsumu, who’s been by your side every day, making it hard for Sakusa to approach you.

Sakusa sighs as he sees you laughing with the rest of the boys during their break. If he’s being honest, it’s been lonely without your presence. Not only that but also his teammates have also been ignoring him.

He grabs his water bottle and heads to sit at the corner of the gym.

I could talk to her after practice.

No… that didn’t work last time.

I could ask for help… but I doubt they would hear me out.

I should stop bothering her.

Sakusa groans, resting his head on the wall before shutting his eyes.

You gaze over at Sakusa and can’t help but worry about the spiker, who’s been looking exhausted and pale these days.

“Worried?” you hear Astumu ask. “I am,” you say, turning to face the setter.

“Well, you shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

“It’s not like he has tried… to reach out….” you argue, which makes Atsumu roll his eyes. “Well, not hard enough.”

You start to collect the bottles, “It’s not like you and the boys have let him,” you chuckle.

“Well, I did warm him… but didn’t think he would give up so easily,” Atsumu says, making you frown.

Atsumu notices your silence and looks over at you, “He hasn’t been playing well,” you suddenly say.

“Don’t worry too much,” Atsumu says, patting your head.

You nod, unsure how you feel about the situation, but most of all, for the upcoming days that soon turn into weeks of chaos.

*.:｡.✿`

Sakusa is not okay.

Since the start of the game, he hasn’t been focused, resulting in the other team winning the first set. Mr. Foster had yelled at him for his multiple mistakes, which led him to be benched for the second set.

He’s sitting at the end of the bench, away from the rest, to collect himself.

Sakusa puts a towel over his head, covering his face as he doesn’t want the cameras or fans to see him.

The action makes you look over at Sakusa, who’s looking so gloomy. “Maybe you should talk to him?” Mr. Foster says, startling you.

“I don’t know….” you say, glazing each time at the wing spiker. “At least give Kiyoomi his water bottle,” the older man says.

You nod, cleaning it before you slowly reach the curly-haired boy.

Sakusa feels your presence but doesn’t look over as he doesn’t want to, feeling too ashamed. You hesitate to take a seat next to him, but you do. You hand him his water bottle, and he slowly accepts it. Neither of you says anything.

The wing spiker takes a sip of his water, eyes staring at his shoes. He appreciates your effort to comfort him when he knows you don’t have to. It’s his fault for his poor performance, so he’s sorry that he has worried you and reached out when he knows you don’t want to.

Sakusa scoffs, thinking how lame he must look as he realizes you were once again the one to approach first.

You look over at Sakusa, making you wonder what expression he has as the towel over his head makes it hard to see his face. You start to play with your fingers, getting the courage to speak to the wing spiker.

You open your mouth but get interrupted by the whistle, which gets your attention. You look at the scoreboard and realize that MSBY won the second set, meaning the third is to decide the final winner.

You feel Sakusa get up from his seat, interrupting your thoughts. You see him head with the rest of the team who are resting, making you do the same.

“Good job, boys. I want you guys to keep the same rhythm for the next set. Kiyoomi, I hope you’re now more focused because I want you to play the whole set,” Mr. Foster says, looking over at the taller boy.

“Yes, sir,” Sakusa quietly says, taking off the towel over his head.

Mr. Foster looks intensely at the boy and shakes his head. “Alright, let’s get to it.”

Sakusa makes his way to the court, bumping into Atsumu.

“You better not repeat the shit you did on the first set,” he hears the blonde comment. “I know,” Sakusa sighs.

Everyone is in their position. Sakusa closes his eyes, allowing himself to relax.

Come on, you got this.

He hears the whistle go off, making him open his eyes and feel determined.

*.:｡.✿`

You watch as Sakusa spikes the ball, only for the opponent to receive it. Sakusa has been annoyed by the libero receiving his hits since the start of the game.

You can tell that Sakusa is playing better and is trying not to let what’s happening at the moment get to him.

“Come on,” you mumble, watching anxiously.

Sakusa has been watching the ball, eyes never leaving it as he’s too afraid he would mess up and make his team lose.

I gotta score, but that stupid libero keeps receiving my spikes.

I can’t mess up.

I can’t.

Sakusa doesn’t realize that the ball is heading his way until it’s too late, and he feels a strong impact sending him to the ground.

He groans, feeling warm wetness running down his nose.

Fuck, blood.

The referee stops the game. He sees Hinata run towards him. “He’s bleeding,“ he hears Bokuto yell at the coach.

“I’m fine,” Sakusa protested, trying to stand. “You’re bleeding idiot,” Hinata scolds as he helps him.

Sakusa shakes his head, “I can still play,” he argues. “We need to win.”

“You’re right, but I need my player to be healthy, so I’m gonna need you to step out and go check yourself for a concussion and your bloody nose,” Mr. Foster says as he walks up to the two boys.

Sakusa sighs in defeat, nodding his head. “Can I take over, please?” he hears your voice.

Hinata smiles, allowing you to do your job. Sakusa feels you wrap an arm around his back to support him, making him stiff.

“Make sure he’s okay, Y/N,” Mr. Foster instructs. “Yes, sir,” you quickly say.

You guide Sakusa out of the gym carefully, leading the rest of the team to watch y’all leave.

“Do you think he will be okay?” Hinata asks. “Yeah, I just hope those two talk it out already,” Bokuto says.

Atsumu would never say it, but he agrees with what Bokuto said.

*.:｡.✿`

“I’m okay, Y/N,” Sakusa whispers, looking over at your anxious self. “You heard the doctor.”

He doesn’t understand why you’re still worried after the doctor had cleared out that he didn’t have a concussion after examining and questioning him. The only thing you guys are waiting for is the bleeding that stopped ten minutes ago. Sakusa is about to say something but stops as you move to take a seat on the chair next to the infirmary bed that he’s lying on.

You look at him, shaking your head. “You’re not okay,” you finally say.

Sakusa can’t help but let out a gasp as it’s the first he has heard you talk to him directly.

“You’re not okay at all.”

He knows what you mean, and he sighs. “You’re right… I’m not,” Sakusa says, sitting up from the bed. “But it’s not something to worry about.”

“But I am worried,” you confess. “I care about you, Sakusa, despite you hurting me. I still care about you deeply.”

Sakusa can only stare at your teary eyes, “You’re too kind, Y/N,” he says.

“It’s not because I’m kind that I do it, but because I like you,” you cry. “I know you’re sorry for what happened, but please don’t let it eat you out like this… p-please.”

Sakusa can’t help but pull you out of the chair and embrace you in his arms. “I am so sorry for the way I expressed myself toward you. I can’t take it back… but please understand that I didn’t mean any of those things I said.”

“I enjoyed it when you talked to me, cheered for me, and those cute snacks of yours… all those things I did not hate. I never hated you… I just hated how you made me feel,” Sakusa says, hugging you tighter.

You can only cry, “I was such an idiot in not realizing that what I felt for you was the opposite …. You made me fall for you,” Sakusa whispers.

“I like you, Y/N.”

Sakusa feels you cry harder, holding onto his shirt tightly. “I’m sorry for hurting you … I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t think I deserve it, but just allow me to savor this moment,” he says, nuzzling his nose on your neck.

“You’re beautiful, smart, kind, and just perfect, Y/N,” Sakusa softly says. “I hope you know that.”

Sakusa keeps holding you, memorizing your warmth.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I am.”

You slowly let go, taking a step back to clean yourself up. Sakusa can’t help but feel distressed from how red your eyes are from crying again.

“I-I think we should head back now,” Sakusa says, getting up from the bed and walking to the door.

He stops at the feeling of your small hand on his wrist. “Y/N?” he asks, turning around.

“Kiss me,” you say.

“W-What?” Sakusa asks, unsure if he heard right. “I said kiss me!”

You look up at him, giving those eyes that he adores. “Please, Omi,” you whisper.

“I-I… don’t think I…” Sakusa stutters, making you roll your eyes before you grab the collar of his shirt and tippy-toe your way to crash your lips with his.

Sakusa is taken by surprise but soon relaxes and kisses you back. You feel him hold onto your waist, pulling you closer.

He feels his body start to get hot, his stomach feeling funny.

Are these butterflies that I’m having?

So soft.

And sweet.

You break the kiss, which makes Sakusa wish for more. “W-Why?” he asks, looking dumbfounded at you.

“I already knew how bad you felt for what happened,” you say, softly smiling at him. “I saw how bad you were killing yourself about it, and at some point in the past weeks, I had already forgiven you.”

It’s true.

You have forgiven Sakusa for what happened but were afraid to approach him.

“No… don’t,” Sakusa shakes his head. “I don’t deserve it.”

“Omi, I forgive you, and I hope you forgive yourself as well,” you softly say, caressing his cheek. “You’re allowing yourself to be hurt, affecting you physically and mentally.”

Sakusa knows you’re right, but he believes he deserves this pain after what he did to you.

“I like you,” you whisper, looking at him with warm eyes. “I-I like you too,” Sakusa says, throat feeling tight.

He feels like crying, and it seems like you can tell. “You’re okay, Omi,” you say, making him close his eyes. “We’re okay.”

“I’ll help you, so don’t worry,” you smile, cupping his face.

Sakusa opens his eyes, leaning towards your touch. “I’m a lot to take care of,” he says.

“I know,” you smile, pecking his lips. “I can’t express my emotions properly….” Sakusa warns, looking directly at you.

You peck his lips again, “I know,” you smile. “I-I might hurt you... again…” he mumbles.

Sakusa knows that he will, as his attitude can be ugly when he’s in a bad mood, and he doesn’t want to put you in that situation again.

“I know, Omi,” you smile again, surprising him. “And I might hurt you too, but it’s all about communicating, which might be difficult at first, but I know we will work it out together.”

Sakusa chuckles, leaning this time to kiss you. “I’ll show you properly this time,” he says, and you understand his meaning. “I know you will,” you smile.

“Now, let’s head back,” you say, interlocking your hands with his. “Okay,” he smiles.

*.:｡.✿`

Atsumu is the first one to spot you entering the gym back again. He noticed how you’re running towards the team with Sakusa.

He smirks, spotting the interlocked hands between the two of you.

About time.

Bokuto turns around, “HEY, HEY, HEY!” he yells, spotting you and Sakusa.

This grabs everyone’s attention, turning towards the commotion to bring huge smiles to the players.

“They’re back!” Hinata smiles, walking up to the two of you. “How is he?”

You smile, looking over at the taller boy with curls. “No concussion, nose bleed stopped, but might be bruised for a few days,” you say.

“The score?” Sakusa asks, realizing the game isn’t over and how they arrive during a break. “Tie… so we need to score two times to win this set,” Hinata explains as the two players look over the scoreboard.

Sakusa looks at the other team, making eye contact with the libero, who gives him a smirk, making his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. He feels you squeeze his hand, which makes him look over at you, encouragingly smiling.

“Thank you…” He smiles, squeezing your hand.

The wing spiker looks over at his coach, who’s already making eye contact with him. He sees Mr. Foster sigh before he walks up to him. “I see you’re okay… so stop giving that look when I already know what you want.”

Sakusa smiles as you let go of his hand to allow him to warm up before the game resumes. It doesn’t take long before Sakusa enters the court again, re-joining his position after five minutes in the game.

He looks over at where you are standing and laughs to himself. Atsumu snickers from hearing his teammate.

He’s down bad, huh?

You smile big as you keep sending thumbs up to the wing spiker, a habit of yours that you form.

Sakusa feels his body and mind at ease, making him feel calm. Something that he hasn’t felt in quite a while.

The whistle can be heard, and the remaining time of the third set begins.

*.:｡.✿`

You anxiously chew on the nail of your thumb as you watch the boys fight for the last point. They were able to score quickly on the opposite team, and now they are trying to finish it by scoring again.

The only issue is that the other team isn’t allowing them. And is taking any chance to score on us.

“Nice, Hinata!” You yell as he saves the ball from touching the floor.

Then, Atsumu takes the chance that the ball is in the air to set it towards Sakusa, who looks hungry to hit it.

“You better make it this time,” Atsumu yells as he tosses the ball across the wing spiker. “Don’t worry. I will,” Sakusa smirks.

Sakusa sees the libero already waiting for him with a teasing smile.

Damn it.

“OMI, YOU CAN DO IT!” you yell loudly.

Sakusa laughs before swinging his arm back and spiking the ball harder than before, allowing the ball that the libero receives to bounce off his arms and touch the floor.

The whistle is blown, announcing the final point.

MSBY won the game.

You can’t help but jump on your feet, high-fiving the coach and players on the bench. You smile as you see Hinata and Bokuto run up to Sakusa, heading for a hug, only to be dodged by the player.

He did it.

“It seems you’re happy,” you hear Mr. Foster say. “And it also seems you guys fix things.”

You watch Atsumu smirk at Sakusa, who’s glaring at him, making you smile. “Yes,” you simply say.

Mr. Foster smiles before walking towards the rest of the players. You keep staring at Sakusa before he meets your eyes and softly smiles.

You give him two thumbs up, making him break into a huge smile.

*.:｡.✿`

After shaking hands with the other team and fans congratulating the boys, the coach demanded the boys to stay a bit at the lockers to congratulate them and to talk about their next game.

You are currently waiting outside as Sakusa told you to wait for him after the meeting.

The door opened, and a few players and Mr. Foster exited the locker room. You bid them goodbye before congratulating them on today’s match. You’re too busy looking at them that you don’t see a blonde mop of hair behind you.

“Waiting for someone?”

You flinch, quickly turning around.

Atsumu laughs at your reaction. “He’s still changing. You know how a germ freak he is,” he says.

“There’s nothing wrong about being clean,” you defend, making Atsumu roll his eyes. “I’m glad you guys fixed things. It was about time,” he says.

“Atsumu, don’t tell me you care?” you jokingly ask. “N-No! It was just annoying seeing him so miserable,” He says, looking away.

You can’t help but giggle, making Atsumu look over at you and smile. He pats your head, making you look at him with a smile.

A hand stops him, “Don’t touch her,” Sakusa glares.

“Omi!” You loudly say, having the curly hair boy look over at you and softly smile before turning back and glaring at the setter.

Atsumu yanks his hand from Sakusa and smirks. “Calm down,” he says.

“Gosh, fix things, and you’re already claiming,” Atsumu says.

The setter steps back and looks at the wing spiker with an amusing smile. Somehow the air is unsettling, making you move closer to Sakusa and hold his hand.

Sakusa looks over at you and squeezes your hand.

Atsumu watches and sighs, but Hinata and Bokuto walk toward y’all before he can say anything.

“HEY, HEY, HEY!” Bokuto yells with a huge smile. “So, are we going to celebrate or what?” Hinata smiles.

You look over at Sakusa, who’s already looking at you, eyes with a hidden meaning that you understand. As you are about to respond to Hinata, Atsumu beats you.

“It would be just us three,” Atsumu says, glancing over at you. “What? Why?” Both Bokuto and Hinata ask.

Atsumu walks away, “They still need to talk idiots,” he says.

Hinata and Bokuto look at each other before walking towards the setter and waving goodbye to the two of you.

As Atsumu walks past you and Sakusa, he stops, “Next time you mess up, I won’t hesitate to take the chance,” he says before he continues to walk.

You frown, not understanding what he’s talking about.

It must be about the match.

However, Sakusa knows what Atsumu means, tightly holding your hand. He has always known that Atsumu was interested in you, but it never bothered him until he realized his feelings.

No.

He was always bothered by the touches, comments, and gestures the setter would do with you.

He never liked it.

And still doesn’t.

Sakusa can feel himself panicking, afraid you’ll be taken from him if he makes another mistake. He doesn’t realize he’s shaking until you caress his cheek with your free hand.

“Omi, you okay?” you ask, looking at him worryingly.

Sakusa leans into your touch, holding your hand and kissing it.

He nods, holding both of your hands. “I’m okay,” he smiles.

You look unsure, which makes him pull you closer to him, hugging you. “Y/N… I like you,” he whispers.

“I like you too,” you softly say.

“I’ll work hard to make you happy, so please give me a chance,” Sakusa says, pulling away to see your face. “Be mine.”

You happily smile, nodding your head. “I would love to be yours, Omi,” you whisper.

Sakusa cups your face, leaning in and softly kissing your lips.

“Wanna head to my place?” you breathe out, getting a nod from the dark-haired boy. “Should we pick up some takeout in the meantime?”

“You pick Omi because you won. We can also watch some movies that I rented. You choose the movie too,” you smile, interlocking your hand with your lover.

“I guess today is my lucky day,” Sakusa chuckles. “I kinda want some sushi, and what kind of movies did you rent?”

Sakusa smiles at you fondly as you list the options for him. He kisses your forehead, “I choose the action one,” the wing spiker says.

“Good choice!” you beam, smiling at him so softly. “Now, let’s go, okay?”

Sakusa nods, allowing you to lead the way as you swing your interlock fingers.

*.:｡.✿`

Sakusa never thought it was possible to ever feel such intense hatred warmth for a specific person.

He thought it was impossible to hate love someone just from sight, but it turns out you can.

Sakusa got to experience it with the new manager of MSBY.

He hated fell from the first interaction.

No, first look

#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #mean sakusa #manager reader #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n #sakusa kiyoomi x you #sakusa kiyoomi x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x manager reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #female reader #sakusa scenarios #hq sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu sakusa kiyoomi

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gatitties · 8 months

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A day off with Kunimi

Manager Miniseries

─Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─Summary: You're not in the mood for training and Kunimi seems to be on the same line of thought as you

─Warnings: none

12 < 13 > 14

You were walking calmly to school, very sleepy, you almost fell or crashed on the street several times, it had not been a good choice to stay up late watching movies. You had no choice but to endure the morning, or that was what you had planned to do if it weren't for a certain first year boy, who was kicking a can with an ass face outside the gym.

"Where has Kunimi gone? Also why is (Nn) so late?"

Oikawa's voice echoed throughout the place, you and Kunimi could hear the team's confusion due to the silence at the entrance, both looked at each other without wanting to enter. Kunimi was the first to step forward, grabbing your hand to get out of there, trying not to let them hear the footsteps. A light laugh escaped your lips, thinking that you would no longer have to suffer being among a bunch of sweaty boys today, you mentally thanked your junior, tightening the grip on your clasped hands.

"I'm sorry for dragging you, I just figured you didn't feel like putting up with training today either."

"No, It's ok, I think I'll run away with you today."

He just nodded and you walked to a cafe near the high school, at your request, you were going to die of sleep if you didn't drink some caffeine immediately. When you left there you two decided to walk near the school, although finally ended up leaving, skipping a day wouldn't hurt.

"Where do you want to go?"

"Honestly, my house, but it's far away and I'm lazy."

You laughed at how sincere he was, then he thought that walking through a small market that wasn't that far away would be good, since you could entertain with the things they sold there. When you arrived, you tried on some oddly shaped glasses from a small stall, you forced Kunimi to put on the typical glasses with a fake mustache to take a photo.

He just sighed every time you stopped to look at any absurdity, like children's toys or flashy things. He only stopped when he was in front of a sweets stand, they sold a lot of different types, but he only noticed some in particular, salted caramels, they were his favorite. You noticed ir and smiled, buying several of those candies, sharing them with him, which at first he refused but then agreed to take some.

He had to hold your hand so you wouldn't get lost among so many people, he was getting tired of being there, especially because there was more and more crowd and it was becoming difficult to walk down the narrow street without crashing into someone. In fact, at the end of the street someone pushed you so hard that you even knocked Kunimi to the ground.

"Oh fu-, look where you're going, you idiot!" The lack of sleep mixed with the stress of all those people made you explode, but your focus was on Kunimi who was cleaning his pants "I'm sorry, someone pushed me, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, it hasn't been much different from when we have to do dives in training"

He feigned disinterest, even finding a funny point to the accident, you sighed at his attitude. You finished seeing things, deciding to stay in a park sitting next to a pond, watching the ducks fight to get a piece of bread that an old woman threw them.

"What a beautiful couple."

You two looked at the old lady, you had not realized that you were still holding hands and you separated immediately, causing the lady to laugh, after the embarrassing scene you left there, tyou had had enough.

"Okay, now I really want to go home, want to come?"

"Sure."

He wasn't going to stand walking from one place to another aimlessly anymore so you simply went to the boy's house, who just wanted to rest lying in his bed with some good blankets and a movie, even if you accompanied him it didn't bother him, at this point he just want to rest and do nothing.

He let out a contented sigh as he closed the door to his house, telling you where to leave your slippers while you got used to the hospitality of Kunimi's house. As you spent the morning walking around the market, you arrived just around lunchtime, although no one was home, and you had to improvise something, that is, you ordered something for delivery. While the food arrived, you started arguing about what movie to watch, because you are both iPad kids and you need to watch something while you eat.

"For the last time I'm not going to watch Barbie of Swan Lake or Meet the Robinsons."

"Kuni-"

"No."

"But-"

"No."

You sighed exhaustedly, thinking about other movies, a light bulb went off in your head, and you decided to play an old reliable, Home Alone. Kunimi brought a couple of blankets, at some point in the movie you were practically hugging. Halfway through the movie his mother burst in, mocking her son for bringing a girl home, commenting on what an adorable couple you made. Kunimi had to kick her out because his mother and you started talking about him when he was a baby, because she show you an old photo. The movies ─because you decided to see a couple more─ went by so fast that you didn't even realize that it was already quite late.

"Honey, why don't you offer my future daughter-in-law a stay over?"

Everyone there knew that this was not a question but a statement, rather, an order. You almost choked upon hearing her, even though she was just teasing you, you went on to join forces at dinner to embarrass Kunimi instead, that family album can be a real danger in your hands.

"Leave the door open Akira!"

He rolled his eyes as guided you to the bathroom, lending you a change of clothes so could sleep comfortably. You could only laugh, deciding that you had had enough for today, you threw onto the bed next to Kunimi to rest, staring at the ceiling in silence listening to the little sound that came from Kunimi's phone, the first yawn was the signal for you to decide to go to sleep once and for all, you raised your leg, hitting the boy's foot.

"Good night Kunimi."

"Night..."

You smiled as you closed your eyes, taking seconds to fall into your deepest dreams, hoping that today is not the day you start talking in your sleep. He looked at you for a few seconds before putting down the phone and turning off the light without wanting to stay up late, tomorrow it wouldn't be so easy to escape from training taking into account the number of ignored messages in the team's group chat.

#hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x manager reader #reader insert #fem reader #manager reader #x reader #sfw #manager miniseries #kunimi x reader #aoba josai x reader #aoba josai x fem reader #aoba josai #aoba josai x manager reader

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hnychn · 4 months

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HAIKYUU !!

—— ;; karasuno

♡ — KAGEYAMA TOBIO

why are you so quiet ;; don’t yell at me for walking on the eggshells you placed in this house

♡ — TSUKISHIMA KEI

my better half ;; i love you more than words or actions will ever tell you, please understand that.

♡ — TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE

♡ — SHIMIZU KIYOKO

people i’ve been ;; i have been millions of people in this lifetime; a shoulder to cry on, a strong aid by your side, your first confidant. please, let me be your lover.

—— ;; aoba johsai

♡ — OIKAWA TOORU

do you think about us? ;; i’m too late to be your first love, but i’ll always be your favourite

♡ — IWAIZUMI HAJIME

♡ — MATSUKAWA ISSEI

♡ — HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO

♡ — KYOTANI KENTARO

—— ;; nekoma

♡ — KUROO TETSURO

♡ — KENMA KOZUME

all the ways we said goodbye ;; and here they stood, two kids in love; their hearts separated by distance but their souls connected for eternity

♡ — YAMAMOTO TAKETORA

♡ — LEV HAIBA

♡ — ALISA HAIBA

—— ;; fukurodani

♡ — BOKUTO KOTARO

♡ — AKAASHI KEIJI

—— ;; shiratorizawa

♡ — USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

♡ — SEMI EITA

♡ — TENDO SATORI

♡ — GOSHIKI TSUTOMU

—— ;; inarizaki

♡ — KITA SHINSUKE

♡ — OJIRO ARAN

♡ — MIYA ATSUMU

♡ — MIYA OSAMU

♡ — SUNA RINTARO

—— ;; miscellaneous

♡ — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

♡ — KOMORI MOTOYA

♡ — AONE TAKANOBU

♡ — TERUSHIMA YUJI

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sebbywrites · 1 year

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Training Camp Shenanigans (Nekoma & reader)

Summary: As a former club volleyball player, the reader is a great manager for the Nekoma boys team. She's just one to get into trouble when she isn't being so serious...

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

(Y/n) (L/n). A third year now at Nekoma High School. You played Volleyball the entirety of your junior high years, and had a massive love for it; you even played for the High School girls' volleyball team in your first year.

That is until you had broken your arm on a vacation over break to visit your family in America. It had taken a lot longer to heal because you still tried to practice with it broken, which your doctor yelled at you about. You were just lucky it was your non-dominant arm.

So here you were, at a volleyball training camp, not playing. The reason being that while your bones had healed, you were still “baby guarding” your once broken arm, and trying to build back your muscle and strength in it. That ultimately made you quit playing competitive volleyball for the girls' team, which they understood, but were still sad to see you quit.

Starting the second half of your second year, you began managing the Boys' volleyball team. Coach Nekomata was also keen on letting you give them tips, from one player to another.

Although your experiences differed greatly, you were an excellent player when it came to volleyball.

That and the boys on the team absolutely adored you.

Right now, they are doing a penalty lap of “penguins” (as you call them) after losing a match to Fukurodani. In a kenma-like fashion, you pulled out your phone and began playing Bejeweled.

All too soon, your phone disappeared from your hands. You looked up to glare at the culprit, That’s my focus game, asshole!

“Haaah? What are you, 70 years old?”

“If your penguins are over with, a call out would’ve worked just fine,” you hissed. You tried to snatch your phone out of the taller boy’s hand, but he countered, holding it high above your head.

You glared, “I swear, Kuroo, I’m coming for your kneecaps..”

“Eh?”

Kuroo stared at you blankly, and you took the opportunity to jump up and take your phone out of his loosened grip.

Sometimes he forgets how good of an athlete you are, formerly or not.

“Come on, the next match is about to start.”

“R-right...”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were now refilling the water bottles for the team, humming a random tune. The last match of the day was still going, but you also knew that all of the teams would start their free practice after a short break, and you would have to go help out making dinner.

Then again, you could probably get out of it because you were terrible in the kitchen. Given that it was day one of the week-long training camp, you could probably be banned from the kitchen for the rest of the training camp.

You grimaced at the thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

You jumped, almost dropping the water bottle in your hands. You turned your head to see Yaku looking at you with a small smile on his face.

You laughed, “Ahaha, nothing much, just how I have to finish filling the water bottles and go help out with dinner.”

Immediately, Yaku started freaking out given your history with cooking.

From the doorway to the gym, Lev stared at the two of you yelling at each other.

“Uhh...”

Kuroo and Bokuto were chatting just behind Lev, the former taking notice of the first year’s lack of movement.

“Oi! Lev, if you have time to stand around then you can start working on your spikes!”

The platinum blond jumped. “Right!”

He took a moment to turn and ask Kuroo what was happening between Yaku and their short-ass manager.

Kuroo’s eyebrow twitched, while Bokuto started laughing his ass off at the two of you outside the gym.

“...I don’t know.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After somehow setting the rice cooker on fire Kiyoko-san and Mako-san immediately banned you from cooking for the rest of the week. They didn’t even want you to do the dishes.

While you expected this, it still hurt your feelings.

Dejected, you started walking towards the gyms to let everyone know that dinner would be ready in about an hour.

“Oya?”

Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Tsukishima turned their attention away from their practice as you dejectedly entered the gym.

“Chibi-chan!”

Bokuto excitedly ran up to you and started chattering away. He left you absolutely no room to talk, making enough noise for everyone present.

“A-ah, Bokuto...”

Akaashi sighed, walking up with Kuroo to shut up their owl-like friend.

“Sorry, (Y/n)-chan,” Akaashi said.

You laughed, now pulled out of your mood for getting kicked out of the kitchen. “It’s ok Akaashi-kun, I know how he is.”

“I know.”

Kuroo bent down (almost uncomfortably since he was a foot taller than you) to wrap an arm around your shoulder as you deadpanned. His signature smirk was plastered on his face, giving you a bad feeling.

“Oya oya, (Y/n)~” Uh oh. “Why don’t you help us teach this baby bird with blocking?”

Of course, he asked that... you thought with a twitch of your brow.

You sighed heavily, “I was only supposed to come let you guys know you have another hour before dinner is ready.”

“You got kicked out of the kitchen didn’t you?”

You froze. “Ho- Why would you think that???” you started laughing nervously.

“You can’t cook for shit, (Y/n), we all expected this,” Kuroo deadpanned.

“Yeah...”

“So...” His signature smirk made its way back to his face as he geared up to ask you again. “Help us teach him how to block? Spike some balls for us?”

After thinking about it for a moment with a pout on your face, you gave in. “Fine, I’ll spike for you guys.”

“HEY HE-!”

“But only if you agree to stop making fun of me for playing Bejeweled.”

Now it was Kuroo’s turn to be shocked, slightly pulling away from your much shorter form. “You’re still mad about that!?”

He regained his composure as Bokuto and even Tsukishima laughed at you two.

“Fine, but I still don’t get why you play a game for old people.”

You scowled, then swiped your leg back to push in his knees harshly.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You figured something like this would happen, so you brought your volleyball gear with you to the training camp.

After you agreed to help the boys in the third gym out, you did still have to go inform everyone else about dinner. Afterward, you changed and headed back to the gym.

There were still 45 minutes left until dinner should be ready once you found your way back to the third gym.

Some of the other school’s players noticed you walking past the gyms again in your volleyball gear, shoes in hand. A certain duo took special notice and went to Daichi for answers.

“Huh? Ah you mean the Nekoma manager?”

“Is that who she is!?” Hinata asked excitedly.

“Y-yeah,” Daichi replied. “She was one of the regulars for the girls' team up until last spring.”

“So cool!”

“Regular?” Kageyama inquired. “Then why is she their manager now? Shouldn’t she be playing for the girls' team?”

“Ah, well, from what I heard she had an injury that made her switch gears. However, a friend of mine from Tokyo said that she was well on her way to becoming the ace of the Nekoma girls' team.”

“No way...!”

As you stepped back into the third gym, putting on your beloved volleyball shoes and then beginning your warmup, you also watched the two idiots and Akaashi giving a quick lecture to Tsukishima.

“Ah! Welcome back Chibi-chan!”

“I’m all warmed up now, so whenever you want to get to the play I’m ready,” you replied with a smile.

Kuroo asked Akaashi to go set for you on the other side of the net, while he, Bokuto, and Tsukishima would try to block.

You threw up the ball toward the second-year setter, then ran up for the hit.

You had complete focus on the ball, and the three very tall boys on the other side of the net.

What none of them knew, was that for the past few weeks, you gathered up your friends from the girls' team and had them help you practice. You were still a bit unpolished in your movements after not playing seriously for such a long time, but none of that seemed to matter at that moment.

The cold, serious look on your face as you spiked the ball with such power scared even Kuroo, who was very used to playing with you during practices. He’d never seen such a look on your face.

It unnerved him.

Nonetheless, he had set the timing for the block almost perfectly. Unfortunately, you aimed directly for glasses’ slightly spread-out arms.

Your spike went directly between his arms like a hot knife through butter.

It was exhilarating.

Tsukishima stared at the ball falling behind him in shock. He was absolutely sure you had no chance of going between his arms like you did, or through any of the three for that matter.

“Aghhh, I should’ve expected that from (Y/n),” Kuroo commented. “Well, if that’s how she’s going to play, it looks like we might have to match her energy.”

The rooster-haired boy grinned with a determined look in his eye.

“Alright Tsukishima, let’s do it again,” the blond glanced at Kuroo as they set up their block again. “Remember, though, more experienced spikers like (Y/n) here will look for even the slightest hesitation, or the smallest opening in your stance and position. It’s important to keep that in mind.”

“R-right...”

“I’m going againnn!” you called out.

“Oonnne, two!”

Needless to say, the 5 of you came back after dinner to continue practicing (although Tsuki was dragged back against his will).

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It was day 3 of the training camp when Kuroo and Yaku came to both you and Coach Nekomata with a special request.

“E-eh!? Why do you want me to join in on the practice? I should be taking notes a-and getting the waters and-”

“Well,” Yaku began, “We know you’re still a really good player, (N/n)-chan.”

“And, we know you still need some practice yourself,” Kuroo added.

You scowled. “Kindly fuck off, Tetsuro.”

“(L/n).”

“Sorry, Coach.”

The old man looked back at his two third-year players, “I’ll allow it.” You and the boys smiled excitedly. “But, let me talk it over with the other coaches first. While they may or may not know how good of a player she is, this is still a training camp for the boys' teams, so they might be against it anyway.”

You three deflated visibly but understood where the coach was coming from.

This training camp isn’t for me as a player, so I don’t really understand why they would ask...

You looked down at your hands.

It can’t be helped... I quit on my own. It’s no one’s fault or responsibility but mine that I haven’t played in any matches.

“-/n)? (Y/n)-chan?” Yaku called to you with a softness in his voice.

He had immediately picked up on your change in mood at the shutdown of the request from him and Kuroo. The latter had also picked up on it, seeing as he had been a close friend of yours since your junior high days.

He knew just how painful it was for you to not play, it’s why he convinced the Coaches to let you in on practice rather than just take notes for the team from the sidelines.

Nekomata hadn’t ever seen you play until the first time you joined in on practice for 3 on 3 matches on a trial run. Kuroo’s lame excuse was that since you were a player yourself as well as their manager, you would have a better time gauging their strengths and weaknesses if you witnessed them firsthand in a match. It wasn’t necessarily wrong, as it certainly did help you gauge their abilities better, but it was still an idiotic excuse.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Nekomata gathered the team together in front of the bench. Their two-hour lunch break had just ended, starting the practice matches back up.

You had yet to make your appearance back at the gym. No one knew why just yet, but a certain third-year duo had an inkling.

They were correct of course.

Just as Nekomata finished his little speech with the team and sent them off to warm up, you entered the gym in full volleyball attire.

“You see, our manager was a star player on our school’s girl team. She’s just as tenacious as those boys are, but I think it may also be a good learning opportunity for all of the teams.” Nekomata explained to the other coaches.

“Huh?”

“I get that she was a player before, but...”

Keishen and Takeda shared a look with one another before the former spoke up.

“We’d like to go along with it.” Ukai looked around the cafeteria to the players and other managers. “It’s a bit unorthodox, but because she’s a third year, and from what I’ve seen of her games-” Nekomata gave the young coach a look of surprise at that comment- “Nekoma’s manager is a force to be reckoned with.”

“Is that so...” Shinzen’s coach said.

Nekomata pulled you aside as you were refilling the water bottles a while before the practice matches were to start back up.

“I talked to the other coaches about your request.”

“Chibi-chan is playing!?” Bokuto practically screamed.

Akaashi looked up from their team circle in surprise, as did many other players around the gym, including the resident God-like quick duo.

You tried to act nonchalant about it, but it was starting to be really hard not to focus on all the eyes on you courtesy of the other boys in the gym.

Yaku grinned in delight. Kuroo gave his signature grin. Kenma looked a bit surprised at your small frame in volleyball gear, but quickly returned to save his game before starting warm-ups. Even Yamamoto had started crying.

“ACK!” Lev scooped you up into his arms and squeezed you as he cheered.

“L-Le-Lev!”

“OI!” Yaku quickly kicked the back of the first-year’s knees, allowing you to breathe again. Once you were accounted for as safe from Lev, Yaku began berating the first year for quote-unquote “ALMOST KILLING OUR POOR MANAGER” .

You and many others sweat dropped at the two.

“Uhh, Yaku? We need to warm up now...” you gently patted his shoulder.

You were nervous since the Nekoma boys were the only boys you’ve ever played against, but as soon as you had begun the first match of the afternoon all of your fears melted away.

Once you were rotated into the match against Fukurodani, switching out with Kuroo, you gave a signal behind your back to tell the team the play you wanted to use.

You know every single one of their strengths, weaknesses, and plays. You and the Coaches had come up with a large majority of them together, and you studied each player like you were going to have a pop quiz on the team at any given moment. Not to mention you practiced with them literally all the time.

Bokuto and Akaashi knew you were good, but during the first set, they greatly underestimated just how good you had gotten since the last time they joined Nekoma in a practice match (which was only a few months, but you had also been putting in a lot of work to get back up to your previous level and then some).

You guys didn’t win the match against the Owls, but it left a mark on their psyche at how close it had ended.

Scary... they Fukurodani players thought to themselves.

“What’s your analysis on the players, (L/n)?” Coach asked after your penalties.

You used a towel to wipe some sweat off your face, staring into the ground blankly.

“...They’re good,” you said. “But we can also be better. The next time we go against them, I think whenever Bokuto is on the court we need to give him more kill blocks than soft blocks. We gave him way too many soft blocks this time around, myself included.”

“You heard her,” Coach clapped. “Shut down more of #4’s spikes next time, but if you do find the need to intentionally get a one-touch, I advise you to do that as well. Sometimes it can’t be helped, to be honest...”

Nekomata grinned, seeing that Karasuno just got their asses handed to them by Ubugawa. They just started on their dive-receive penalties.

“We’re against Karasuno next,” Kenma mumbled.

“That’s right! Lev and (L/n)-senpai were gone for our practice match against them, and those two haven’t shown their ‘weird quick’ yet in front of her,” Inuoka commented.

“Weird quick...?” you inquired.

Kuroo and Kenma started talking about it.

“It’s fuckin fast.”

“It’s Shouyo and Kageyama’s extremely fast quick attack.”

You put a hand to your chin, thinking about something.

The team left you to think, getting into position.

You and Yaku, the last ones to leave the team huddle, started talking strategy for the next match, although Yaku assured you this should be an easy one to win; they were all out of sync and still trying to perfect their new quick attack with Hinata’s eyes open now. Their star players were pretty shitty right now, you had to admit.

You also knew though, that the second they got their shit together your team would be in an uphill battle.

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It was the last day of the training camp. You were excited to finally head home soon, but you would certainly miss seeing your new friends.

Over the course of the training camp, Kuroo and Kenma introduced you properly to some of the players from Karasuno.

Kuroo had to admit though that he was jealous at the instant click between you and Sugawara, though; it almost made him regret introducing the two of you. This is because while you were a pretty serious person in and out of games, you were an absolute menace to society. Daichi felt the same about Sugawara, just he was exceptionally polite and kind to mask his menace personality (for the most part).

And because it was the last day, Suga and yourself roped some others into participating in a prank war.

It started with you replacing Suga’s water for soy sauce in the middle of a game when no one was looking, as retaliation for him putting a shit ton of curry powder in your curry and you had to, uh, retire for the rest of the night. However, what you didn’t know was that you managed to put it in Daichi’s water bottle instead because you were panicking about getting caught by Suga, Kiyoko, or their Coaches.

Daichi thought it was Tanaka and Nishinoya that replaced his water, who in turn thought it had to have been someone like Yamamoto, who thought it was Lev, and so on and so forth. The only people who suspected you of the ‘crime’ were Kuroo, Kenma, and Yaku; they had known you the longest and knew about your... habits. They also knew what had happened with your dinner the previous night, and had the suspicion that you wanted payback.

Things didn’t get any easier at the celebratory lunch, either. You somehow acquired water balloons and got Bokuto, Hinata, Kageyama, Inuoka, and a couple of others from the other teams to join you in wreaking havoc.

“Ahhh, youth,” Nekomata said at the sight of the large group of high schoolers screaming their heads off while getting absolutely pummeled by the small group of idiots with water balloons.

Keishin Ukai stared at the sight in both horror and shock.

“(Y/NNNNN) (LLL/NNNNN)!”

You froze at the sound of an irritated Kuroo. Yaku was close behind the tall rooster-head, equally if not more irritated. You slowly and mechanically turned to make eye contact with them.

Uh oh.

“Hey, hey....” Kuroo drawled.

“Tet-Testu I didn’t-”

He and Yaku started sizing you up and you prepared to run for your life.

“(Y/n)....” Yaku muttered when they were within a short distance of you. “GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!!”

“AHHHHHHHHH!!!” You screamed as your favorite fellow third years started chasing you, both soaking wet and attempting to beat your ass like irritated parents.

“I’M SORRYYYYYYY! PLEASE I DON’T WANT TO GET WET IT WAS A JOKE! I SWEEEEAAAAARRRRRR!”

“YOU AREN’T ESCAPING THIS ONE, GET BACK HERE!”

Some had paused their war to look at you getting chased by the Nekoma captain and libero. They watched as you got violently tackled at the top of the hill and then came rolling back down.

Daichi had already corralled his evildoers and was in the middle of scolding them. He paused to smile at the antics before going back into his Dad Mode™ and continuing to yell at his teammates.

“Right.... Youth....” Ukai spit out.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #nekoma x reader #manager reader #volleyball player reader #platonic relationship

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imagination-mess · 1 year

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Imagine the other part of the Blue Lock program is creating a manager who can keep up with their players. It is heavily competitive as well. It is heavy mentally and physically draining. The analyzing based on the previous footage from the participants, along with numerous exams based on the sport, management, and PR. The other is being able to carry or aid players out of the field in an event of an accident.

Blue Lock has this on the side because they are creating monsters as strikers. There is a need for a manager who knows the importance of success and uses all the tools to be the best manager for your team. There is no need of having someone who is a pushover or anyone who can get intimated by their own players. There is no need of having sheep as managers.

You better hope you have a good team and use them as a resource. They could give you an explanation of the reasons why you got a question wrong since they are in the field playing the sport unlike you unless you have done it before.

The hardest part is getting along with your players. Depending on your team members, you may need to come to an agreement because it will affect your score in performance.

Continuation of this idea

Third

#blue lock x reader #blue lock x y/n #blue lock x you #blue lock imagines #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk x you #bllk x y/n #bllk imagines #manager y/n #manager reader #manager!reader x blue lock #blue lock manager!reader

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honey-milk126 · 9 months

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Best friends? (3)

Tetsurō Kuroo x Fem!Reader

💔-⚠Angst⚠-

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You, Y/n L/n, are a third year, the manager of the boys volleyball team (because your 'best friend' made you).

As you walked to class, you heard someone run up behind you.

"Hello, Kuroo"

"Hey." He said

"What do you want?" You asked

"Well, are you going to the training camp? " he asked

"I have to. "

"You don't seem to happy about that.. " he said

"I'm not"

"Why? " he asked

"Well, because I never wanted to be manager, you made me become manager without asking me. "

It stayed quite for a few minutes, but after awhile you heard his footsteps walking away from you.

'I messed up'

After weeks of ignoring him and him not talking to you. The team decided to confront you about it.

"Why is kuroo sad? " Lev asked

"No clue" you answered

"Stop lying, Y/n" kenma said upset.

".... I told him I didn't wanna be the manager. " you said

The team stayed silent for a bit

"Why? " yaku said

"Being manager has put more stress on me. He signed me up without asking me if I'm okay with it" you explained

"So that's why you never showed up for practices" Yaku said

"Yeah."

"But why didn't you quit? " Lev asked

"...."

After a few minutes of you being quite, you started crying. Not because of them, because,

"I'm always being stressed and pushed aside, by him" you said in between hiccups.

"Can you explain...? " kenma asked

"I would ask for help on my homework and he would refuse to help me, but put pressure on me to be smart so I can stay on the team... " you explained a bit

As the team stayed quiet, you seen kuroo walk up towards you and the team

"I should go. " you said as you left quickly

Before the team could say anything, kuroo walked up to them and asked

"What was that? "

Before anyone answered him, they all thought back to all the practices, the ones you didn't show up to, the ones where you sat in the corner crying due to homework and stress.

'So that's why they hated being on the team.... ' they all thought

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....

...

After awhile you stopped showing up to practice, and the team thought you quit. That's because you did.

You never wanted to be there, so you talked to the principal and he allowed you to quit, he understood everything.

After awhile you and kuroo just stopped talking, and he became depressed. He barely showed up to school, he hated being in the same class as you....

Not for any big reason

He just didn't wanna see you anymore.

As months went by, the team was starting to see a pattern, kuroo never showing up, so Yaku had to train everyone for matches.

And when the seen you, they seen that you were happy passing some classes still having some issues with chemistry, but you asked for a tutor to help you.

You and kuroo never talked if you seen each other, were you sad? Yes. Did it hurt seeing kuroo with Lev's sister? Also yes.

But you did it, you made end meet. You had a after school job, you were passing classes, and your family was so proud of you.

But after awhile you moved on and became pretty good friends with,

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End of this!

(best friends?) (3)

Request are open!

#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyu angst #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo angst #oikawa tooru #yaku morisuke #kenma kuzome #iwazumi hajime #manager reader #anime x reader

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 1 year

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i'm begging you guys to start pirating shit from streaming platforms. there are so many websites where you can stream that shit for free, here's a quick HOW TO:

1) Search for: watch TITLE OF WORK free online

2) Scroll to the bottom of results. Click any of the "Complaint" links

3) You will be taken to a long list of links that were removed for copyright infringement. Use the 'find' function to search for the name of the show/movie you were originally searching for. You will get something like this (specifics removed because if you love an illegal streaming site you don't post its url on social media)

4) each of these links is to a website where you can stream shit for free. go to the individual websites and search for your show/movie. you might have to copy-paste a few before you find exactly what you're looking, but the whole process only takes a minute. the speed/quality is usually the same as on netflix/whatever, and they even have subtitles! (make sure to use an adblocker though, these sites are funded by annoying popups)

In conclusion, if you do this often enough you will start recognizing the most dependable websites, and you can just bookmark those instead. (note: this is completely separate from torrenting, which is also a beautiful thing but requires different software and a vpn)

you can also download the media in question (look for a "download" button built into the video window, or use a browser extension such as Video DownloadHelper.)

#for adblocking--ublock origin is my favorite but adblocker plus is also popular #also i once again highly recommend using firefox especially on mobile #to enable adblock on firefox mobile just click 3 dot menu > addons > addon manager > enable uBlockOrigin #that's for android i assume it's similar for iOS #update it is NOT similar for iOS bc Apple hates you. i'll write another post later #anyway. PLEASE USE AN ADBLOCK ALL THE TIME (except for specific websites you want to support)#your internet browsing experience will be so enormously improved #also on firefox if you want to get past a paywall click the 'Toggle reader view' button as soon as the page loads #(it's on the right of the taskbar. a little rectangle with horizontal lines)#works for most news sites by showing you the webpage text that is hidden under the 'you've run out of free articles' popup #doesn't work for everything but it's worth a shot

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suiana · 30 days

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(yandere! manager x gn! reader)

"bring out your manager!"

"dude we can't-"

"i said, bring out your manager!"

you state firmly, glaring at the front desk employee who was giving you attitude.

you had come with your friend to this luxury store, wanting to do some shopping... only for you to be screamed at by the front desk employee.

apparently you guys looked too 'low class' to be shopping in the store. like what? what the actual hell? that is so stupid!

you couldn't stand for it. not at all. which is why you were standing up for the both of you. like, how could you just allow this to happen?

but this damn employee didn't seem to want to reason with you. just call the manager, damn it!

you continue glaring at the employee until he rolled his eyes at you, picking up the phone as he speaks in a condescending tone.

"sir, there's some low class people that want to see you... yeah, I'll call security- huh? does either of them have a black card? uh... I haven't asked-"

"yes i do!"

you exclaim loudly, hoping your voice would be able to reach the other end of the phone. and you think it did, with how the employee seemed confused that no one was replying to his words anymore.

"ugh, seems like sir is coming down to meet you two... consider yourselves lucky-"

"baby?! you're here?!"

the manager skips over to you, a lovesick expression on his face as he engulfs you in a hug. you merely smirk at the employee, flipping him off as the manager, aka your rich boyfriend, coddles you. hm... maybe you should get back at the employee?

"yeah, anyways, that guy over there tried to kick me out y'know? called me and my friend low class and all..."

you feel your boyfriend's grip tighten on you as he looks up to make eye contact with the employee. haha, you couldn't even feel bad for him after what he called you and your friend who just wanted to shop peacefully.

"you, get out. you no longer work here."

"b-but sir!"

"you're a low class scum too. never enter my sight again."

your boyfriend threatens, glaring at the front desk employee who gets dragged out by security.

man, you love having a rich boyfriend.

#yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #yandere drabbles #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere concept #yandere manager #yandere manager x reader #gn reader #suiana rambling #suiana brainrotting

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milaisreading · 8 months

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Reporter: What's your type?

Karasu (who is dating Yn): I have a girlfriend

Reporter: So what's your type then?

Karasu: My girlfriend

Reporter: And what does she look like

Karasu: She looks like my girlfriend

Reporter: So what would you rate me out of 10?

Karasu: I can't rate you at all

Reporter: So what would you rate your girlfriend?

Karasu: She broke my scale because she is too beautiful

#bllk #blue lock anime #blue lock manga #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #karasu tabito x reader #blue lock karasu #bllk karasu #manager reader #blue lock scenarios

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turtlespancake · 7 months

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i love seeing out of context posts about long-running stories with deep lore because it's always shit like "MAJOR SPOILER WARNING!! i can't believe that the metallic athenaeum's envoy actually used never-ending dance of the 57th universe on rionne as if she's not LITERALLY the incarnate of august?!?!" it's like buddy boy thank you for the spoiler tag but all of those words are incomprehensible without at least 5 years of foreshadowed knowledge, 7 different fan theories, and 21 wiki entries

#rambling #this post was about 3 different fandoms #number 1 was my friend trying to explain to me what was happening to dazai bungo stray dogs (i have not seen bungo stray dogs)#number 2 was ominscient reader viewpoint. anything tagged MAJOR SPOILERS for orv is either completely incomprehensible or like.#an image of someone interacting with a book. and somehow BOTH manage to be emotionally devastating in context #number 3 was me trying to explain genshin lore to a friend and realizing i sounded deranged saying shit like #“after the primoridal one fought the second who came celestia used nails to supposedly heal the land but enkanomiya still sank rip”#how did the wot fandom find this i am a gaming blog mostly..

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emo-shigi · 1 year

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just thinking about sakusa being mean to new MSBY manager. he just can’t stand how cute and small you are each time you stand next to him, or the fact that you’re still nice to him after he insulted you five minutes ago. he hates how warm you make him feel. he hates that stupid pretty smile you have. he hates the way you say his name. he hates those small giggles you let out each time he argues with atsumu. he hates how you make him want to kiss you every time you look up at him with those eyes. he hates how you make him want to hold your tiny hand each time you fingers brush when passing a water bottle to him. he hates that you are always on his mind. he hates it. he hates it so much. he hates you. he hates everything about you. sakusa really hates the new manager.

#mean sakusa #manager reader #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu x reader

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gatitties · 11 months

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'Love' confession

Manager Miniseries

─Aoba Josai x fem!reader

─Summary: you were just trying to help and the team seems to be at the wrong time to hear something stupid

─Warnings: none

11 < 12 > 13

"I'm serious! (Nn) is in love with me."

"What makes you think that, shittikawa?"

The captain acted offended, no one on his team believed that their manager was secretly madly in love with him, they had never seen you express any kind of romantic interest in someone before.

"Who wouldn't fall in love with me?"

"Surely a lot of people..."

Kunimi whispered, vaguely wiping the sweat from his forehead, grabbing his gym bag, glancing sideways as Kindaichi finished changing.

"Besides, remember that she didn't even know you before entering the club."

"Matsukawa is right."

"Of course... but since I'm irresistible, it was inevitable that she fell in love with me."

Iwaizumi punch him again and he complained, insisting that you were crazy in love for him. He was so persistent that ended up convincing them to secretly spy on you, since today was Monday they wouldn't have trainning before lunch, so they would have that time to keep an eye on you.

You always tried to keep a low profile, you were always late, trying not to let anyone notice you enough, you didn't have many friends considered close, but at least you had some trust with your classmates. Since you were very carefree, you didn't mind helping someone who asked, that's why your classmates constantly ask you for some favors, of course they knew when would ask for these, because if you weren't in the mood or were too tired you would politely deny them. And that was exactly what you were doing right now; a favor to a classmate.

"(N) you say it as if it were easy."

"It is?"

You shrugged, stretching out your arms, letting out a yawn, lunchtime was always your nap time to catch up on the sleep you missed at night.

"Could you do it again?"

"Whatever..." you sighed to get into the role of a crazy lover, changing your expression to a more animated one as well as the tone of your voice to a softer one "Oikawa, I love you! would you go out with me?"

There were a few seconds of silence, the girl seemed to analyze the tone of voice, the expression and the gestures that you had made.

"It's just a silly confession of love, don't break your head too much about it."

"It still looks so easy! Surely when you are in front of him you will freeze."

The team who were listening to the conversation from behind the scenes went blank when they heard you two talk about confessing to Oikawa.

"Was that idiot right?"

"I don't believe that (N) is in love with you."

"Yeah, she doesn't deserve that shit."

"You all are so mean"

He complained but everyone fell silent when they saw how you left the classroom, they hid better to continue listening.

"What? I wouldn't freeze confessing."

"Then try to do it."

"What's the point of that? It's you who is in love."

"Aw come on, you can't deny that you like him a little, plus you can always say it was a joke or something… I don't even have the confidence to get close to him."

You sighed, rubbing the bridge of your nose, you didn't want to be the one to break her illusion, but if she needed you to do it first to give her courage, it wasn't a big deal for you.

The boys were totally speechless, of everyone who could fall in love with Oikawa, did it have to be you? They had grown fond of you and appreciated your small gestures even though you were carefree most of the time, and Oikawa's streak of breakups didn't leave him in a good light.

They wouldn't want a crush to spoil your team relationship because of the captain, even Oikawa was stunned, he had suspicions but this was beyond what he thought and he didn't know how to feel about it.

At lunchtime, minutes later when everyone was in the dining room, you arrived as usual later after a little nap, everyone tensed up when you sat down at the table, you seemed unaware of the environment, too focused on your food, only looked up when you finished eating. You narrowed your eyes to see how everyone was looking at you, then remembered that you had to 'confess', yes you had forgotten.

"Ah, Oikawa I have to tell you something." now the looks were more intense, but you paid attention to the fact that the girl from before was stunned to see how you said it casually as if you were greeting someone "I love you, would you go out with me?"

The team seemed to have died, almost as if their spirits flew above their bodies, before anyone could react, you raised your thumbs in the direction where your classmate.

"(Nn) I-I don't want to hurt your feelings, but I think we're not ready for a relationship, I'm not sure about my feelings right now..."

He dramatically placed one hand on his chest and the other on his forehead, blinking several times, you put on a flat face, erasing all false acting expression.

"Yeah... about that I don't really love you, it was only to teach her how she should confess, a silly dare too."

You pointed out to the second year girl that had asked the favor, that now she was a little embarrassed. When they listened to you, the spirits of the team returned to their bodies, relieved, it already sounded very strange that you were in love with Oikawa.

"So you don't like Oikawa?"

"But we heard-!"

"You should listen better or analyze the context of conversations and not spy on people in the first place."

Their souls came out of their bodies again, embarrassed because despite their attempts, they were caught red-handed, although you didn't care much, seeing their horrified faces at they thought that you liked their captain was incredible besides the complaints from Oikawa for being 'rejected' in a certain way.

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keeksandgigz · 3 months

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somewhere we can be alone

stage manager!eddie munson x theatre kid!fem!reader

a collab with @reidsbtch- mariah is literally the best person to collab with, it's like our brains were making out the whole time we were writing this. thank u for letting me collab with you to write this absolutely not self indulgent, way too long fic together <3

summary: Now on the tail end of graduating, Eddie Munson is required to take part in an extracurricular activity. He's assigned as stage manager for the school's production of Romeo and Juliet. You, the star of the show, aren't too happy to have your senior performance sabotaged by one long- haired metalhead.

word count: 7.7k words

warnings: no y/n, no physical description of reader, swearing, oral (m & f receiving), enemies to fuck buddies to lovers, mentions of queer!reader, it's actually just fucking smut, fingering, unprotected piv (wrap it up), cream pie, use of nicknames (baby, sweets, sweetheart etc), eddie being a stupid lovable idiot

This and all of mine and mariah's works are 18+ minors do NOT interact

He’s been slumped in the guidance counselor’s office for thirty minutes, the wooden chair digging into his bones, growing uncomfortable as he listens to her, hardly believing he’s so close to leaving this fucking school himself.

“You’re keeping up your grades and maintaining regular attendance, Eddie. You’re just missing one last thing to be able to graduate.”

He rubs his face, maybe from the lack of sleep, or the restlessness of finally being able to leave the office he spent way too much time in during the past six years, as long as he keeps showing up to school for the next two months. He groans regardless.

“What would this ‘last thing’ be? Am I gonna be sent on a quest to slay a fucking dragon? Is that what’s gonna take me to graduate?” He snaps, the lack of sleep has finally gotten to him– school doesn’t really appeal to his late bird nature.

The counselor gasps at the crudeness of the profanity “Language!” She exclaims, like he’s never heard that before, daring to swear in front of students, staff and faculty alike, but the blonde lady with the ridiculously coiffed and teased and sprayed hair composes herself again, jutting a look down to his student folder again.

He imagines it to be full of red pen marks, every single one of those a proof of his own failure. He’ll steal it the day he graduates– and set it on fire. Hell, he’ll even roast marshmallows on it.

“Anyways,” she explains in a way that really shows the massive stick up her ass that makes her think Eddie should just stop bothering with school altogether. “You have to partake in an extracurricular activity.”

And he chortles. He was thinking something dreadful like picking trash up at the park or feeding and bathing the old people at the retirement home.

“Something funny, Mr. Munson?” Her nostrils are flared, she can’t wait ‘til he leaves her office.

“So like- like drama club and shit?” His tone is incredulous, he can deal with a couple lines to memorize. He’s had to do way worse for his Dungeon Master role, and even then, Miss George likes him– she’s let him and the club play DnD in her room for the past two years. Should be easy.

The counselor takes her glasses off her pointy nose, letting them hang with a tacky pink, flowery chain around her neck. “Well, yes– that’s one of the options. Unfortunately, your GPA is not high enough for you to partake in the school play, per se, so I can only place you in the backstage crew– building sets and moving things around. We’ll put that brain of yours to work.” She chuckles as she hands him a slip of paper to give to Miss George.

Eddie picks up his bag, “Real funny, huh.” He shrugs his shoulders and heads to the school auditorium. Last time he was there he’d gotten caught by a custodian while Terry Richardson’s face was stuck in between his legs, trousers pulled down halfway down his thighs as she gave him a toothy blowjob. He got suspended for a week.

He sees Miss George sat in the audience, scribbling notes onto a notepad as you recite the famous balcony monologue from Romeo and Juliet. He knows you, he’s seen you around– you’re by no means in the popular crowd, but you stand out, in the way that your clothes always seem to border the fine line of what's socially acceptable and outrageously eccentric.

Even if you’re not part of the popular crowd, there’s no denying that, like the rest of the school, you avoid him like the plague, cute as he is. You interrupt your monologue as you see him smirk down the central aisle of chairs. Miss George turns around at the sudden interruption. Eddie just hands her the slip.

“Oh my goodness!” she coos, “We have a stage manager.” And he wishes he could have photographed the look on your face. “Stage manager?! Miss George, you can’t be serious!” You exclaim as Eddie takes a seat next to her, kicking his boots up on the back of the chair in front of him.

A smirk ever present on his face as he crosses his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow at you. “He doesn’t have any experience.” You continue, not about to have your senior year performance ruined by Eddie Munson of all people. “Shouldn't be that hard to keep a diva like yourself in line, hmm?”

Eddie answers before Miss George has a chance to, the theater now going quiet except for a few snickers from the tech crew. “Alright, that’s enough from the both of you. Eddie, I’ll have our ASM get you up to speed. Now, please continue with the monologue.” The male only grins wider as you glare back, before looking back down at your script with a sigh.

He ventures backstage– not sure what ASM stands for and maybe too embarrassed to ask as he sees kids dressed in black moving wooden planks onto the stage, carrying cans of paints and brushes.

He taps a kid on his shoulder, arranging a prop table, he looks at Eddie like he’s seen a ghost.

“I was looking for the ASM?” The kid is looking side to side, still wondering why Eddie Munson is talking to him.

“Uhhh, she’s in the booth.” He mutters, before turning around and going back to his props. What the fuck is a booth?

Eddie just plainly decides to look for it himself, since nobody’s any fucking help in this school. He opens door after door- a storage closet, a closet just for wood, a bathroom. Arrived at the last door, he isn’t exactly sure he’s ever going to find this stupid ASM- and he still doesn’t know what that stands for.

The noise of a door opening startles you, as you try to put on your dress as quickly as you can to avoid flashing someone. It’s only when you see who it is that you start screaming, and with you, Eddie just pops a hand in front of his eyes, screaming a string of sorries, and that he hasn’t seen anything.

“I was just looking for the booth! Stop screaming!” he screeches, worried he’s gonna get himself in trouble with Miss George if she hears you screaming like you’re getting skinned alive. Thankfully, you stop, as Eddie looks away, aware of your exposed back peeking through the zipper. You clutch the fabric against you, struggling to zip up the back of your dress one-handed.

Eddie makes a whistling sound, distracting himself from the way you seem to be teetering between asking for his help and telling him to fuck off.

“The door to the booth is in the audience, by the way. Off to the side, there’s some stairs.” You huff, slightly getting your zipper up. He goes to turn around, but you stop him. He cocks an eyebrow.

You roll your eyes, lips in a thin line as you keep the door open with one hand.

“Can you make yourself useful and help me with my zipper?”

With an annoyed huff he steps fully into the dressing room, shutting the door behind him as you turn your back towards him once more. Carefully clutching the dress, your eyes meeting his in the long row of vanity mirrors in front of you. You can feel his warm breath on your neck as he steps closer, carefully lifting your hair over your shoulder.

Eddie’s fingers follow the seam of the unzipped garment, barely tracing the bare skin of your back. You try to hold off the shiver from passing through you as he slowly begins zipping it up. A hint of a smirk on his mouth as he notices the goosebumps breaking out across your skin. “Anything else princess? Or am I free to go?”

His fingers now fall away from you, clearing your throat as you try to shake off the arousal that was now coursing through your veins. You wouldn’t let him have the satisfaction of knowing how frazzled he had just made you.

Instead of answering, you just groan, eyes lifted up, going past him and clocking him in the shoulder as you headed back on stage. God you were fucking insufferable.

Eddie finds out that ASM means Assistant Stage Manager and that said ASM was none other than Max Mayfield, roped into doing theatre tech for extra credit. And that the booth was where they tampered with the lights and shit. All he had to do as Stage Manager for that rehearsal was oversee the light cues, which proved to be a little more complicated than he initially expected.

He messes up most of the cues in the first act before he finally seems to have gotten a grasp of it. All the while you’re tossing glares his way, using the light cues as an excuse for the harsh looks. But really it’s due to your annoyance at how the mere brush of his fingertips left you wanting more. Wanting more of him, despite your better judgment– you were not about to have him ruin your senior show.

And in spite of that, you closely follow Eddie’s actions. In a lull between scenes he stands up, you follow him with your eyes as he enters back into the auditorium, beelining backstage.

Eddie’s not totally sure what shit designer built the theatre, because he might as well have pissed himself on the way between the booth and the only bathroom in the auditorium. Not only that, but he kept missing cue after cue, followed by the dirtiest looks known to man, straight into his eyes. After the encounter you had in the dressing room– fingers caressing the soft skin of your back, feeling you shiver under his touch, he knew he had some kind of leverage over you.

So when he’s done taking a leak and looks down at the door, he’s sure you’re behind it, slipping a little piece of paper in the crack.

Meet me in the booth after rehearsal. XX

Eddie wouldn’t say he was nervous, his curiosity was piqued more than anything. However, he’s antsy the last half of the show, leg bouncing as he tries to listen and follow Max’s instructions. The girl gives him an annoyed lecture in between cues. But his mind’s a little preoccupied, trying to figure out what exactly you want from him.

So when he re-enters the dark light booth once everyone else has left, he doesn’t expect you to shove him up against the door, locking it with a swift click. His breath hitches in his throat, both in confusion, and at the fact that you’re fumbling with his belt, despite the dirty looks you’ve been giving him the whole afternoon.

“What uh- what are you doing?” His tone is alarmed, stammering as he tries to grab onto the door handle for purchase. You’re too busy getting his jeans down to bother.

“Sucking you off. That okay?” You look at him for a reassurance that comes almost immediately with a violent nod of his head.

He’s confused, but he’s not going to turn you down. After all, he felt the way you tensed under his touch while he was pulling up your zipper, “Shit, fine by me.” He shrugs, acting like he isn’t busting at the seams waiting for you to pull down his pants.

Eddie’s belt makes a clinking sound, along with his wallet chain while you pull his pants down to his thighs. You move his trembling body away from the door, against the table with the light console. His knuckles turn white as he grabs the edges on the table for support.

Gripping the hem of his checkered boxers, freeing his hardened length. Your eyes widening slightly at the sight of it, he’s big— a lot bigger than you expected. Even in the dim lighting he notices your shocked expression.

“Ya gonna just stare at it all night sweetheart?” He asks, a smug smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he looks down at you. You shoot another glare his way, before grasping the base of his cock in your fist, licking a long stripe up the shaft. Feeling satisfied as you hear his shaky intake of breath. Eagerly you take him past your lips, as a low groan leaves his own.

“Shit,” he curses as your warm mouth envelops him fully, ringed fingers knotting themselves in your hair. You open your mouth as wide as you can, taking him deeper. Gagging slightly as he hits the back of your throat, tears brimming in the corner of your eyes as you try to adjust to his size. He’s by far the biggest one you’ve had.

“Talked such a big game with that mouth of yours sweetness, am I too much for you?” Your fingers dig into the skin of his thighs, his cock slipping from your lips as you pull back.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up Munson?” You huff, but before he can reply with another snarky remark your tongue is swirling around the tip of his cock. Silencing him for a moment as you take him back into your mouth.

Another string of curses falls from his lips, as his hips begin thrusting into your mouth with an abandon you haven’t seen before. Your cheeks are hollowed and he can feel himself getting embarrassingly close.

“F-fuck where- where’d you learn all of this?” It comes out in broken pants, and he can feel a smirk forming on your lips as you take him out a second time.

“One thing about theatre people is that we’re all gonna fuck each other. You should see how I eat pussy,” you shrug, putting him back in your mouth, and Eddie swears he’s about to bust in less than a minute.

“I’m gonna- fuck.” But he doesn’t get to finish that sentence, as you take him out of your mouth and stand back up.

Eddie’s bewildered expression is easy to read as he looks at you like you shot his dog. But you get close, dangerously close to his lips, your nose almost bumping his.

“That’s for fucking up my light cue, idiot,” it’s a feeble whisper against his lips before you’re gone into the darkness of the theatre. Too shocked to react, Eddie’s left with his pants pulled down for a good two minutes before registering what happened.

So he’s left blue balled in that stupid light booth, fuming and confused. There was no way in hell he would let you treat him like that and walk away the way you did.

Eddie had been scheming all week between rehearsals, attempting to find a good time to get you alone. He wasn’t about to let you get away with leaving him like that, but you were actively avoiding him.

But an opportunity fell into his lap without any effort on his part, Miss George asking you to stay behind to work on some blocking with her. As the stage manager he was required to stay behind too, his mind already reeling with possibilities.

So when you duck behind the curtain to change out of your costume, Eddie is quick to swoop in. Offering to shut down the lights and lock up, and Miss George is more than willing to let him.

By the time you get back on stage the theater is dark, the ghost light shining brightly center stage. “Eddie? Miss George?” You call out into the darkness, getting complete silence in return.

“Oh you’ve got to be fucking kidding.” You groan, clutching the strap of your book bag tightly. Of course he’d leave you in the dark theater to fend for yourself. “Asshole.” You mumble under your breath, reaching your hand out in front of you as you make your way across the dark stage.

You’ve bumped into multiple set pieces at this point, as you attempted to find the stairs leading down to the audience in complete darkness. Your frustration grows with each passing minute, that is until you hear the shuffling of feet.

“Hello?” You call out again, squinting as if it would help you see any better. Fear stirs in your gut as the theater is silent once more, shadows seeming to come to life in the corner of your eyes.

Once you finally reach the edge of the stage, you grip onto the railing tightly as you fumble your way down the stairs. Sighing in relief as you feel the carpet beneath your feet.

You only make it a few steps further before you feel a hand snaking around your waist, pulling you back into a hard chest. The other hand cupping itself over your mouth to muffle the scream that leaves your lips.

“Screaming for me already sweets? Haven’t even touched you yet.” His voice is mocking, his warm breath fanning across your neck as he laughs. You quickly squirm out of his grasp, a flashlight clicking on to illuminate his stupidly gorgeous features.

“You fucking psychopath! What were you thinking?” you shove him on the shoulder, he laughs as he zeroes in the flashlight on you, red in the face and furious.

“Had to get back at you for how much of a little tease you were the other day,” he croons. You purse your lips together, a deep blush spreading across your cheeks as you try to stabilize your still quickly beating heart.

“Whatever. Fuck you, Eddie.” You spit, but he’s quick to grab your arm and push it behind your back, the flashlight hitting the ground and rolling under one of the seats. His chest is pressed against your shoulder blades as you shudder in his arms.

“You’re not getting away so easily, sweetness.” He breathes against your earlobe as you keen into the warmth of his chest, his nose buried in the crook of your neck as his free hand goes to your waist.

“This okay?” he murmurs, and you nod. A sharp nip to your earlobe makes you hiss.

“I can’t fucking see you nod, can I?” You can tell he’s having too much fun torturing you, feeling his hand travel all across your torso and chest.

“N-No,” you whimper.

“Exactly. Try that again,” his hand rests against the waistband of your jeans, awaiting an answer, teasing the skin behind the fabric. The tips of his fingers brush the skin there, making you whimper in response.

“This is okay.” you breathe out, and it’s the only answer he needs to slip his hand past your jeans, unbuttoning the offending material to push his hand further down into your pants.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers against your ear as his hand cups your clothed core. You waste no time grinding against the heel of his palm, letting small, breathy moans escape you. Afraid to get caught in the dead of night getting touched and fondled by the town pariah.

“You sound so pretty singing for me, don’t you sweets?” he whispers smugly. His hand feels a little too good against you, your hips grinding back and forth following the rhythm he was creating, “Hmm, but I think you can be a little louder.”

You gasp as he slips his hand inside your panties, his calloused fingers encircling your swollen clit. Your head falls back onto his shoulder, your hand gripping onto his thigh. His digits dip lower, teasing your entrance before slipping one inside and curling them up.

You can’t stop the shaky cry from leaving your lips, the sound now filling the auditorium. A smirk tugs at his mouth, using the heel of his palm to press against your clit. “Listen to that… you’ve got such a pretty voice don’t you?”

You dig your nails into the denim covering his thigh, a low groan sounding in his throat. “Wonder what it sounds like when you beg,” he easily adds another finger inside your wet cunt, thrusting them deeper. “N-Never gonna happen Munson.”

Eddie laughs, pulling another moan from you as his other hand drifts up under your shirt to cup your breast. “We’ll see about that.”

His breath is fanning hot and humid against your neck as you reach around to bring his head closer, needing him to be closer.

Nothing he’s saying is registering in your brain, as his fingers pump in and out of you with a torturous pace, feeling his wolfish grin plastered against the skin of your cheek.

He’s watching your every move, your every breath and whimper, biting his lip at the way your eyes roll to the back of your head every time his fingers curl up in a certain manner. You don’t think you have much time left before you release yourself all over his hand, and he knows it.

From the way you keep twitching and tightening around his fingers, he feels you’re getting close, but much like you did that night in the booth, he won’t let you get it that easily.

“Y’close sweets?” he groans, his own hips now grinding against the swell of your ass.

“Uh-huh,” is all you can manage to say, brain scrambled from his words and ministrations.

“You know what you gotta do now, don’t you, pretty?” he bites at the hinge of your jaw, as you cry out, the noise echoing in the empty theatre.

“You gotta beg for it.” And he hears you gasp at that, a dry chuckle leaves his lips. “You didn’t think I was gonna make you cum that easy did you?”

“Mmm- fuck you, Munson.” you struggle against your brain’s desire to one up him and your body’s desire for release.

“C’mon, don’t you want to cum? I bet you’re so pent up from a whole day of staring at me building sets, aren’t you?” and he’s right, your eyes did wander to his arms in his tight fitting t-shirt, with his hair tied up in a low bun as he hammered nails into wooden boards.

His fingers speed up and you can feel it, you’re so, so close.

“Please, let me,” you whine into his arm, biting at the muscle there. You’re getting so loud.

“That’s right, keep begging for me– good girl gettin’ nice and loud for me,” it’s a growl at this point, a string of please please please follow it. Tears pricking at your eyes with how intensely good he’s making you feel.

So close, so close–

He removes his fingers, jerking you out of that hazy state you were previously in. The male now removes himself from you, retrieving the flashlight from under the seat. Your chest is heaving as you turn to face him, anger now coursing through you as he grins devilishly down at you.

“How cute, you thought I was actually gonna let you cum with how you left me the other day?” Eddie’s laughter fills the theater as he steps closer to you. Your bodies almost touching, lifting his fingers that were just inside you up to your lips.

The brunette carefully drummed the digits against your mouth, “Now, be a good girl and clean up the mess you made.” You glare as you let his fingers slip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around them in a teasing manner.

You noticed how his breath hitches, his cock straining uncomfortably in his jeans. But there’s no way that you’re helping him out with his little problem now. You playfully bite his fingers that are still in your mouth, as he utters an annoyed ‘ouch’ before taking them back out.

His fingers make their way to your scalp– yanking at the hair, making you hiss. “You think you’re fucking cute? I’ll see you tomorrow after rehearsal,” his tone makes you tremble, as he takes his hand out of your hair and disappears into the darkness of the theatre, leaving you once again in the dark.

You stumble down the side stairs of the stage and get out of the side door, quickly making your way home.

And it becomes a regular thing, you and Eddie blue balling each other to the point of frustration, like it’s a sick and twisted power game you both play. After rehearsal he offers to lock up for Miss George and you wait for him in one of the dressing rooms, or in the dimly lit booth. He’s become irritable, and you have as well.

If you were insufferable before, now you’re downright hateful as you yell at the light crew to stop messing up your spotlight moment, or that your costume felt too constricting or your prop too flimsy.

Everything has you on edge, but you don’t hesitate to meet Eddie every night that week after rehearsal. Maybe he’ll let you cum this time.

You wait for him backstage, sitting on one of the set pieces, a throne. There’s a dim overhead light shining on you. Eddie’s lip is caught between his teeth as he looks at you on his Dungeon Master throne.

“Get up.” he commands. The shirt he’s wearing is tight, it makes his shoulders look more prominent. You squeeze your legs together.

“Why should I? My legs are tired from being on my feet all rehearsal,” you give him a fake pout as he inches towards you.

“Because that’s my Dungeon Master throne,” it sounds funny coming out of his mouth, voice low and gravelly “It’s mine.”

You chuckle a bit at that, how is this man being territorial over a set piece?

“And what if I said no?” a smile trapped in between your teeth, looking up at him through your lashes.

A dry laugh escapes him as he crosses his arms, “You’re so spoiled huh? Think you can always get your way? Last time I checked, this week it’s been the total opposite, hasn’t it?” and he’s not wrong, he’s given you all but what you want.

“This is my theatre, Munson. I believe you’re on my turf.” and he laughs at that, like you’ve said some kind of joke.

“You do theatre, sweetheart, c’mon you can’t be serious.” he kneels in front of you, grabbing your thighs and moving them apart with ease.

“Don’t be a bitch, Munson.” you hiss, as you feel his lips on your exposed thighs, kissing the skin there.

He whistles, low and sardonic. A wicked smile on his lips “That’s rich coming from you, you’ve had that nasty little attitude this whole week.” he continues with his kisses, while his hand ghosts over your inner thigh. Your breath hitches in your throat.

“I wouldn’t have this nasty little attitude as you call it if you would just let me- fuck.” his free hand ghosts over your panties. Your skin is sensitive, your brain is sensitive. Another touch and you might explode.

“Hmmm, what was that?” he bites at the flesh of your thigh, a high pitched whimper falling from your lips “Need me fuck that little attitude out of you sweetheart?”

And you’ve been wound up so tight for the past week that it doesn’t take you long to rid yourself of your panties. He takes advantage of you standing up, plopping down to take his rightful seat on the throne.

That cocky smirk is adorning his features, but you wanted to smack it off. “As cute as you think you look in this seat… it’s always been my throne sweets.”

Before Eddie has time to mutter another snarky remark you’re climbing into his lap, crashing your mouth against his. You’ve learned throughout the past week that it’s really the only way to shut him up.

His ringed fingers dig into the curve of your hips, eagerly grinding yourself against the bulge in his pants. Eddie moans into your mouth, his tongue licking your lower lip. You part your lips, allowing him entry as your tongues fight for dominance.

He tastes like Twizzlers and cigarettes, a combination you shouldn’t find as delicious as you do. But it only seems to make you needier, the denim becoming damp as you continue to grind yourself onto him.

“Look at you making a fucking mess on my jeans,” he mumbles against your mouth, nipping at your lower lip which causes you to whine as he pulls away. His chest rumbles as he chuckles, grabbing your cheeks in his hand— forcing you to look at him.

“But I’d rather you make a mess on my cock sweetheart.” His words have your head reeling, the male now gripping behind your knees and lifting you up. You squeal in surprise, clutching onto his shoulders to steady yourself. “Eddie, put me down.”

He carefully lets you slide down his front until your feet touch the ground, spinning you around before bending you over the armrest of his throne. His hands travel up your bare thighs, taking his time to appreciate your soft skin.

“Are you going to fuck me or not Munson?” You huff, the male now flipping up your skirt and landing a harsh smack on your ass. “So goddamn impatient aren’t you?”

You hear the sound of his belt clinking open, the zipper being tugged down. It makes you clench your thighs together, something Eddie didn’t miss. His fingers dipping between your legs, teasing you further.

“Trained you well didn’t I baby?” You can’t stop your eyes from rolling, despite how your stomach flipped at the word baby.

And you can feel him then, carefully lining himself at your entrance as you try to grind back into him. A firm hand against your hips stops you. “Ready? I’m gonna go slow,” he mutters, and there’s a gentleness in his words, despite his meanness in how he’s handling you.

You hum in approval and brace yourself. There’s a loud groan coming from behind you as he slips inside your warm heat, reveling in how you almost suck him in, a small gasp leaving you from the stretch.

“Big stretch, huh?” he coos in a cocky lilt, and you almost wanna reach around and punch him, but this idiot has your eyes rolling back from the fullness, and he’s not even all the way in yet.

So you nod, followed by a needy little whine that makes him chuckle low in his chest– you need him that much?

He goes deeper, spurred on by your noises, by how much you need him to fill you up. A sardonic smile on his lips as he bottoms out and slams all the way in, causing you to shriek.

Eddie sets a fast pace, not really giving you any time to adjust, but he’s already nudging that spot deep within you, making you see stars.

You hear him groan, “So fuckin’ tight, aren’t you sweets?” and it’s a rhetorical question, because your tongue feels too big for your mouth and there’s nothing coming out of it besides unintelligible whines and moans as you hold on to the armrest across from you.

Your noises only encourage him to go faster, and it’s almost too much the way he’s hitting that sweet spot inside you. You try to distance yourself from him, just enough to catch your breath, but he grabs your shoulders, using them as leverage to ram deeper into you.

He leans over, his clothed chest against your back, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“Goin’ somewhere, baby? Thought you could handle me.” He bites at your earlobe, and there’s just so much going on in your brain that you can’t possibly muster any response to whatever he’s telling you.

“Oh I said that, didn’t I? When we first met. I said I could handle a spoiled little diva like you, and look at that,” he laughs, and you’re sure you’re about to combust. Your fingers reach to grip the cushioned seat of the throne, as another wail leaves your lips.

“Singin’ my praises now aren’t you baby?” The wood of his throne digs into your hips and stomach as he pushes you further into it, a feline movement as he drapes himself off and over you, his hands now gripping the armrest opposite of you for purchase.

Your legs begin to give out, as you beg God or whatever entity up there that he won’t give into his sick little game. That he’ll let you cum this time.

“Shit, sweets, you’re gripping me so tight.” he grunts, a boyish grin on his face as small uh uh uhs fill the room.

“Should we let you cum tonight? We can’t have you being a bitch tomorrow, it’s the end of hell week,” he jokes, and it almost feels humiliating, how he can make fun of you like this and you’re just going to keep fucking yourself back onto him.

“God- Fuck- Please!” you beg, with all the strength you can muster, and he can’t help but let a satisfactory grunt leave his lips.

“Look at you begging, don’t even have to ask now, do I?” and you can feel him twitch inside you. He’s also getting close.

“Ready?” he huffs, with the last little bit of stamina he has, and you can’t brace yourself enough for the wave of pleasure that washes over you with the last few snaps of Eddie’s hips as you come undone with a loud cry, echoing through the dark halls of the theatre.

“Fuck, okay, where should I–” he begins, he’s at his wits end.

“In…side,” is all you can say before he stills himself inside of you, letting his release take over him with a loud groan. His warm cum painting your inner walls, leaving you feeling satiated.

Eddie stabilizes his breath, forehead leaning against your shoulders, days on days of pent up frustration hanging like mist in the air. You’re both able to think clearly for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Jesus Christ,” he huffs, lifting himself off of you as he slowly slips his cock out. You can feel his cum beginning to drip down your thighs, your legs wobble as you attempt to stand. Knees buckling as you try and find your discarded panties.

“Whoa there, I got ya,” he wraps his arm around your waist, holding you against his warm chest. It felt good, leaning against him like that. But you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, “I’m fine Eddie.”

You push yourself off only to nearly fall once more, an annoyed grumble leaving his lips, “Are you always so stubborn?” He reaches down for your panties, guiding you to sit on the edge of the throne so he could help pull them up your thighs.

It was an unusually tender action, and not one that you expected from him. “Thought you didn’t want me sitting here?” You tease, his brown eyes glancing up as he’s kneeling before you.

“I’ll let it slide this one time,” he chuckles, the corner of his mouth lifting in a grin. A dimple you had never noticed before indenting his cheek, another feature that now found annoyingly attractive.

You roll your eyes at him and stand up, “Well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow after rehearsal.” You quip, as you try to wobble off the stage, he runs after you.

“There’s no way in hell I’m letting you walk home like this,” and there’s a tender look in his eyes, something close to genuine concern. “My van is out front, I can drive you.” He points in a general direction behind him, and you want to say no so badly.

But you don’t, and now you find yourself being driven home by Eddie. His dingy van smells like cigarettes and weed and it squeaks every time he goes over a bump. There’s loud music blaring through the stereo speakers and an uncomfortable silence between the two of you.

“So uh, you excited for next week?” Eddie’s the first to break the silence, briefly turning towards you.

“I’m actually kinda nervous,” you admit, sinking into the seat. “It’s a big role, big shoes to fill. I guess I’m just scared I’m not gonna be any good.” You chuckle, almost embarrassed at your admission.

“You? Not good? I’ve seen you, y’know? I’m not just staring at your tits during rehearsal. You’re pretty darn good.” He gives you a half smile at that, pulling up next to your house.

You’re a bit flustered by his compliments, finding yourself not wanting to leave his company just yet.

“Thanks, Eddie. I appreciate it,” you smile at him.

“And hey, if you still feel nervous opening night come find me— I’ll help you,” he winks at you and you can’t help but laugh, as you see him looking at you with a big grin on his face.

You look at him back, and God, maybe it’s the streetlights or the moon, but he’s never been more beautiful. In a leap of courage you lean over the dashboard and peck him on the lips.

As you detach from him and reach for the door handle, he pulls you back in deeper, searing and intense, one of those kisses that have your tummy flipping. Except it’s not in the comfort of the theatre, and without an underlying motive behind it.

Just you and him. In his van.

You let your lips part, give him access to your mouth, but he stops you.

“It’s midnight,” he whispers against your lips. “Dress rehearsal tomorrow, you need to rest.” He smiles as you place another peck on his lips. Pouting as you reach for the door handle. He doesn’t take his eyes off of you until you’re inside, seeing the light of your room turn on.

Once he knows you’re safe, he starts his van back up and pulls away from your house with the cheesiest grin on his face.

Opening night. It’s finally here.

You should feel excited, and yet all you want to do is lock yourself in one of the broom closets and hide. You’ve never felt so nervous before, thinking of all the different outcomes that could occur. What if you forget all your lines? Or you have an embarrassing wardrobe malfunction during a quick change?

Your mind is reeling as you enter the dressing room, the rest of the cast buzzing excitedly around you. You fake a smile and sit at your station, noticing the bouquet of lilies resting on the counter top. You can feel yourself flushing, opening the card that came with it.

Break a leg Juliet xx.

You ask around the rest of the cast but no one knows who left them, and while you hoped they came from a certain metalhead… you couldn’t be so sure. Your little cat and mouse game had suddenly turned into something very real, and part of you was afraid it would be over once the curtains closed.

You get ready for the show in a daze, now staring at yourself in the dressing room mirror as nerves rage through your insides. The rest of the cast had dissipated, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts.

“There’s the leading lady,” Eddie’s voice snaps you out of your haze, meeting his eyes in the mirror’s reflection. He must have noticed the look of panic across your features, as he rushes to your side.

You give him a weak smile in return, letting a heavy exhale escape past your lips.

“So uhhh, did you like the flowers?” He asks, and he can see your eyes light up in the mirror, momentarily forgetting nerves, fear and anxiety.

“So it was you,” he coaxes you to face him, kneeling next to you with a large grin.

“T’was I, fair maiden.” He does a half bow from his kneeling position, making you giggle.

“So you’re in love with me now?” You tease, as Eddie’s hands come to rest on your thighs, spreading them as much as he can in your dress before moving in between them.

“I’m literally going to die from nerves, what if I mess up my lines?” you begin, but Eddie seems to have much different plans.

“There she is….” he murmurs, more to himself.

You feel the heat pool in your middle at his words, squirming a little in your seat. Eddie reaches to cup your chin, tilting it down so you meet his gaze. His brown eyes sparkling with mischief, “You know, my offer still stands Lady Capulet.”

“Here? The doors are literally opening in fifteen minutes, don’t you have stage manager things to take care of?” your tone is alarmed, rather, a mix of alarm and excitement.

“My job as stage manager right now is to make sure Juliet feels comfortable enough to go on stage,” he grins, peppering kisses over your hand and wrist.

“But what if we get caught? Or you make me cum so hard I forget my lines?” The nerves make you ramble, as his chin rests on one of your thighs.

“As good as I am at eating you out sweetheart, I doubt that’ll happen.” He bunches the fabric of your costume up your thighs, beginning to give sweet caresses on the skin of your legs.

You seem unconvinced, still.

“Look, I’ll sweeten the deal. If you get all your lines right, which I don’t doubt you will, I’ll take you out on a date.” His lips are pursed in a coy smile.

Your eyes widen, “Like a date date? You and me?” and your heartbeat picks up.

“Who else, idiot?” Eddie laughs, which makes you smile, “Now,” he begins.

“Do you want me to do something about those jangled nerves of yours?” And you can’t help but bite your lip and nod.

His lips begin trailing up your thighs, a shiver running through you from his tender actions. “But soft, what light through yonder window breaks?” He pauses, shifting closer as he switches sides, now leaving open mouth kisses along your opposite thigh. “It is the East, and Juliet is the sun.”

You feel your breath hitch in your throat as he works his way to your clothed center, his eyes flicking up to look at you. “Arise, fair sun and kill the envious moon… and whatever the fuck else Romeo says.” Eddie chuckles before eagerly pressing his mouth against your clothed pussy, his tongue lapping at the wet spot on the cotton.

A gasp bubbles deep in your throat at the sensation, feeling the bliss of his tongue through the cotton barrier, your body easing up from its nervous state.

He looks up at you, “Good, huh?” He hums through the fabric, and you’re wound up so tight you’re already panting.

He taps the side of your thigh to get you to lift your hips, removing your panties in the process.

A low whistle escapes him as you spread your legs for him again, “Talk about eating in costume, baby, jeez.” He chuckles, and the joke makes you laugh too.

A short lived laugh at that, turning into a breathless gasp when his tongue makes contact as he begins to lap up the length of your pussy.

Your hand immediately goes to tug at his curls, not caring that they’re tied up and out of his face to be able to see the cue sheets. The delicious pull at his scalp makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.

A low moan falls out of your lips, catching yourself, hand flying to your mouth as you hear the rest of the cast clamoring outside.

“Gotta be quiet, Lady Capulet,” he snickers as he goes back to burying his face between your legs. His tongue darting in and out of you as a hand reaches for your mouth, wetting two of his fingers.

You don’t hesitate to open up your mouth for him, a bite at the juncture between your pelvis and your thigh, “Atta girl.” He mumbles against the wet skin, popping his fingers out of your mouth to tease at your entrance.

“That’s it baby, focus on me.” A whine escapes you as you’re now grinding on his tongue, his fingers enter you slowly, head thrown back in pleasure.

“You nervous, baby?” He asks, a cocky smile on his face. His fingers curl upward, your eyes squeeze at the overwhelming sensation.

You shake your head, still sentient. Not too far gone yet.

“You gonna use me to get off, my lady?” His fingers are pumping faster, feeling tears brimming on your waterline, hoping to not spill all over your face, your stage makeup seems to be in precarious conditions.

A familiar warmth, deep in the pool of your tummy, “Don’tstopdon’tstopdon’tstop” You know how much he likes to hear you sing for him. His spare hand grabs onto your thigh, rings biting the soft skin there, feeling yourself teetering on the edge.

“Thaaaat’s it, you’re doing so well,” he whispers. One more pump of his fingers and you cum with a silent cry, biting onto your hand, feeling yourself pulsate around his fingers.

Without much warning he slips them out, sucking on his own fingers, tasting your own delicious essence.

“Places!” You hear Miss George say backstage, as Eddie retrieves your panties for you and slips them up your legs.

Eddie fixes his hair in the mirror, tying them back. He places a kiss on your cheek with a hurried, “Good luck— uh fuck I meant break a leg.” Then he furtively leaves the dressing room.

You feel a blush spreading across your body, finally relaxed and ready to begin the show.

You leave the dressing room, joining the rest of the cast, full of excitement. You know all your love monologues are going to be directed towards a certain metalhead tonight.

The show goes smoothly and you don’t forget a single line, you’re surrounded by family and friends, ready to do it all again the day after.

You go back into the dressing rooms to grab your stuff and change, but a long mop of curly hair occupies your chair.

“Eddie, you can’t be here!” you whisper, as he turns around with the biggest smile plastered on his face.

“Just wanted to tell my girl congratulations in private. You smashed it tonight,” you blush at the nickname.

“Since when am I your girl?” you ask, not letting him see how much it affected you.

“Since you kissed me in my van when I dropped you off, gorgeous.” He flirts, bottom lip trapped in between his teeth.

“So, how about that date?”

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