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A Few Pints Deep

The pub is packed, the kind of Friday night chaos that buzzes through your veins. You’re two drinks in maybe three and everything feels a little looser, a little lighter. George is only a few feet away, laughing with Chris and Arthur Hill, head thrown back and curls bouncing with every laugh. His hand wraps around his pint like it’s second nature, and he looks good unfairly good. Like he always does when he doesn’t even try.

You’re mid-conversation with a guy who’s definitely not from your usual circle. Someone someone brought along. He’s leaning in close, a little too close, saying something flirty, eyes lingering. His hand rests lightly on your thigh under the table a move you notice but don’t immediately shut down, partly because it feels like a petty test and partly because you’re a little tipsy and riding the buzz.

You catch George looking over. Correction: staring. His expression is unreadable, but the tension in his jaw is sharp as glass.

A minute later, he’s beside you. No warning. Just suddenly there, thigh pressed tight against yours, his arm tossed across the back of the booth so it brushes your shoulders. His presence is hot and grounding and just a little territorial.

The guy tries to keep talking to you, but George cuts in smooth, low voice. “Didn’t realise we were inviting strangers tonight.”

You snort into your drink. “He’s not really a stranger”

George’s eyes flick to the guy’s hand, still too familiar on your leg. “He’s not your boyfriend either.”

The guy looks taken aback. You, however, feel like your skin’s on fire.

“Alright, man,” the guy says, standing. “Didn’t mean to cause drama.”

“Yeah,” George mutters, “maybe find someone else’s date to flirt with.”

Your heart skips.

Once the guy’s gone, George doesn’t move away. If anything, he gets closer.

“You’re not my date,” you say, half-daring, half-breathless.

George turns to you, eyes dark. “You should be.”

His hand slides down not overtly, just resting on your bare knee under the table, fingers brushing the hem of your skirt. It’s nothing overt in the grand scheme, but it makes your stomach flip.

“You jealous, Clark?” you ask, voice teasing, but your heart’s pounding like mad.

He leans in, so close you can feel the heat of his breath against your ear. “I didn’t like seeing his hands on you. Because I’ve been dying to touch you like that for months.”

You swallow hard, cheeks flushed. “Then why haven’t you?”

He looks at you like he’s already undressing you with his eyes, but there’s something softer under it too. “Because you’re my best friend. Because I didn’t want to fuck it up. But seeing you like that tonight laughing, tipsy, letting him get close I realised I’d rather risk everything than let someone else think they’ve got a chance.”

You don’t think. You just grab his shirt and pull him in, lips colliding with his in a kiss that’s all heat and want and months of unspoken tension finally breaking. He kisses you like he means it hand sliding up your thigh, other curling into your hair, anchoring you to him like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

When you finally pull away, breathless, his forehead rests against yours.

“Tell me that wasn’t just the drinks talking,” he whispers.

You smile, brushing your thumb across his jaw. “Nope. That was all me. Sober enough to know I’ve wanted this longer than I’ll ever admit.”

His grin is cocky now, pure George. “Reckon we should get out of here before I kiss you again in front of the entire pub.”

You pretend to think. “Might not be a bad idea.”

George’s hand slips into yours under the table, fingers interlocking, possessive and sure. As you leave the pub together, his hand stays firmly on you like a promise.

And this time, you’re not going to stop him.

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hi again :))) so i’ve been thinking about something...would you mind doing (legit anything scenario or headconnmon idm) on like being the fukurodani manager and like also playing volley ball and being REALLY good at it? and like bokuto absolutely LOVES how amazing you are and basically asks you to help him sometimes just to get closer with you? if that’s too much don’t worry about it no need to do it if you don’t want to :)

GUESS WHO’S BACK and of course it’s a long bokuto blurb because i love my owl boy

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bokuto koutarou

okay so bokuto’s been crushin on you for AWHILE. and it’s painfully obvious to everyone. except you.

you played volleyball in the past, so naturally you decided to be the manager for the boys team. you would’ve tried out for a team, but at that point it was too competitive for you

pretty much everyone knew of your volleyball history, since they asked you why you wanted to be their manager. except bokuto. he kinda spaced out when you explained it.

so one day you’re messing around with the team before practice, and you’re literally just begging akaashi. like please. just one set. that’s all.

and so he sets it to you

bokuto can’t keep his eyes off you. your approach is flawless, and you manage to spike the ball over the net with ease, hitting it perfectly to the other side. a picture perfect cross court shot.

the entire team teases you about hiding how good you really were at volleyball, but bokuto is standing there SHOOK

how did he not know his crush was a volleyball GOD?

he literally rushes up to you and is like “omg y/n why didn’t you tell me you were so good at volleyball you need to play with me so we both get better” and he’s basically talking a mile a minute. no one can get him to shut up.

bokuto asks you to set for him, and you set him the ball perfectly. you’ve seen akaashi set to him enough times to know where he likes the placement of the ball.

bokuto almost cries??? he can ask you to set for him??? and then he gets to practice and spend time with his crush??? it’s a win win??

you two end up always staying later than the rest of the team, helping him practice. sometimes you ask the others if they wanna join and they all just give bokuto a knowing look and politely decline

it’s safe to say that you two end up together not long after all these late night practice sessions start