#i'll be working on the ask game answers soon!!

[nabi-unveiled]

Catching Up: Love for Love's Sake (Ep 8)

Other Reacts: Ep 1 Ep 2 Ep 3 Ep 4 Ep 5 Ep 6 Ep 7

(As a reminder, I have the tags blocked to try and prevent spoilers. Not that it matters after today since I'll remove those filters as soon as this post is made.)

I feel like I should use some kind of big announcer voice. "Now is the time. The episode we've been building up to for months. Was the clown car theory correct? Does it go crashing into the ocean instead? Let's find out."

In all seriousness, we left with Myungha falling into the void. Yeowoon hadn't been able to get there in time. And I'm still curious what exactly Myungha wrote with the magic eraser pen.

This episode picks up with Yeowoon yelling Sunbae! and then standing on the rooftop without knowing why he's there. Myungha has been "erased".

Interestingly, Yeowoon is hearing remnants of the past. They're surrounded by static as if the signal isn't there clearly.

That's got to be an unsettling feeling for Yeowoon.

He's definitely unsettled.

Sangwon asks Yeowoon if he's removed his cast already? Cast? That seems a bit extreme for a bloody knee. Either Yeowoon was more seriously injured than I thought, or it doesn't mean a cast of the type I'm thinking.

But the important part is that Yeowoon doesn't know how he got hurt. I really love that they're treating Myungha's deletion seriously. They're not overlooking how strange it would be to have a hole in your memories. If Myungha didn't exist, how did he get these friends? I love that it didn't try to retcon a different explanation into Yeowoon's mind and just left it as gaps.

I am loving this conversation between Yeowoon and Sangwon. It shows that Sangwon has gaps too, but it also shows that the frenemy relationship Yeowoon and Sangwon developed is real and genuine. It's there even if Myungha isn't.

That was an interesting lingering shot on the empty space.

Yeowoon is still hearing the remnants of his memories in his head when he goes to the nurse's office. There's no static this time though. Is it becoming clearer the more he thinks about it? Or is it just that certain memories left a stronger impression?

Because Yeowoon is definitely drowning in light here. I don't know that we can really call this a blinding light of love in this situation, but it certainly feels like it. Bathed in love to the point he's unable to see clearly. Alternatively, you could also say that he isn't existing clearly at this point. Because his love for Myungha was/is a huge part of him. If you remove it, what's left?

Another lingering shot on the room after Yeowoon leaves.

And the confirmation that we will be getting answers. I'm assuming answers to what has happened to Myungha and how he got here to begin with. But it could also be interpreted as "answers" to a problem. Or given the set-up to the game, it could be referencing the answers to the questions that Myungha completed.

I just know that I'm ready to see how this all gets resolved. I'm still counting on Yeowoon being the one to stumble on the solution.

Yeowoon is eating alone, but the static interferes and he sees a glimpse of Myungha telling him to eat up and the meal they had before. That's interesting. This time there's a visual. It's not just audio.

And Yeowoon who had started wearing mostly white and light colors is back in black. The black from when he was unhappy. The black that Myungha tends to wear as the brooder. He's not well.

They keep mentioning this competition.

The company rep asks about Myungha. I'm not sure how that works if Myungha has been deleted. But maybe that has to do with the affection levels and using it as the cost? Like there wasn't a strong affection level between the company rep and Myungha? But wouldn't that mean other people at school could remember him too.

Not going to stress about it. The important part is that this is yet another clue for our stressed out boy that something isn't right.

The memories are flooding back. He drops his groceries. I can't be sure, but I wonder if it's stuff related to Myungha and the meal(s) they had together.

Yeowoon starts desperately calling others to see who else remembers Myungha. It's interesting that Si-a is the first one he calls. I really do love their friendship too. And...he's running.

But none of the scooby doo gang remembers Myungha.

Yeowoon runs to halmeoni. I am loving how all of the other relationships are still there. But halmeoni doesn't remember either. Unlike the scooby doo gang though, she looks like she's struggling to remember. Like it triggers something for her.

Yeowoon asks to go inside. The steady drumbeat of this music reminds me of a heartbeat, but it's also stressing me out.

The magic eraser pen is still there. And although the room has been stripped clean, the globe and Eiffel tower are still there too.

This world is still here. The love is still here. And the magic to change things...is still here. I believe in you Yeowoon. You can fix it.

Yeowoon starts to see the missions and memories. He sees that Myungha has been deleted. Oof. That's got to be a lot to process.

Yeowoon wishes there was something he could do and the pen starts glowing. He sees the same prompt that Myungha did. He can change the characteristics but will be charged with affection.

No butterflies on the paper this time. Considering that this seems like the perfect time to be talking about metamorphosis, migration, new beginnings, etc. -> it is interesting to me that they are not here. But maybe because the butterfly really wasn't part of Yeowoon's story. It's Myungha's.

We can see Myungha's choice. I'm assuming Yeowoon saw it too.

LMAO. The one thing I said it couldn't be. Because deleting him wouldn't make Yeowoon happy.

UNLESS....that's the reason that Yeowoon can still remember Myungha. That's the reason Yeowoon can access the pen. The deletion was necessary to stabilize the server, but the pen allows Yeowoon to do something so that he can reach for happiness. Actually, I kind of like that. It reinforces that theme that we have to choose our own happiness.

a;sldkfj;alsdkfj I finally gave in and did a subtle keysmash. Yeowoon sobbing and trying to figure things out is going to break me I swear.

"Changes have been made"

Did Yeowoon write something?

Oooh...the mission has been changed.

We've cut back to Myungha's original world with everyone wishing on a shooting star. I'm loving the color overlay here even if I'm not 100% sure how I want to interpret it. But yikes. He actually made the wish to disappear. In terms of wording, I'm glad that they added the "from this world". That lends itself to the word choices matter idea.

Music is definitely sad. We see that Grandma is dead in this world and the break up scene again. Hold up...was Myungha dating a parallel version of the company rep?

I'm not confident whether this is the same actress or not. We never get a good clear front shot of her face in Myungha's original world, and I'm not great at distinguishing people by profiles. I'm really still just grasping at straws about why company rep remembered Myungha.

Important part is that girlfriend made the cutting blow of telling Myungha that he didn't know how to love someone. We cut to him holding a cup while wearing a bracelet I don't recognize. Has he wore that all along? I feel like I would remember it.

Gotta be honest. I feel like I'm accumulating more questions than answers at this point.

Myungha had went to see his mom. Only to be met with the brutal reality that not only did his mom really not want him, but also that it was specific to him. She does have another child that she claims. She denies any connection to him.

I really love how this is shot with the mom/younger son in the light. Myungha out in the darkness staring in through the window. Bars in his way, but nothing dividing the mom from hugging her younger son. It really is a great demonstration of how Myungha is seeing his situation. He's in the dark. He can't reach people, and no one wants to hug him. The dude has taken a lot of hits.

I also love this shot. Myungha seems tiny and insignificant. And this isn't a self-sacrifice for someone else. This is him deciding that he's not worth fighting for. As I said in an earlier episode, suicide is a tricky beast. There are so many layers to unfold. In many ways, it's a crisis. One that if you can get through, many people can overcome. It's not always the case. I know that well. But there's reason to hope.

Damn. He really just walked straight into the water. My clown car was correct, but there is no joy in that. Just like there's a beautiful place on my grandparents' property that no longer brings me joy either.

In suicide literature/statistics, this is more common than people often realize.

"I regretted it all." There is multiple ways to take that statement actually. I'll be honest that I'm compartmentalizing though. Otherwise I'd be a sobbing wreck.

The music is beautiful.

We're back in the dark place with reflections, but this time we can clearly see Myungha's feet. He's in his school uniform so this is after the video game world collapsed.

After spending time in the alternate world, he's grounded. He's connected. There are still two versions of him though...the physical and the spiritual perhaps?

Senior thought that this was a chance to learn to love himself. He thought Myungha could be happy. This message is so beautifully crafted. 😭

😭😭😭

Ugly sobbing it is. I do love that we still have the water sound effect.

Yeowoon changed the mission to make Myungha happy! What's the price of that change? Is there accumulated affection if Myungha is no longer in the world? Sorry, getting bogged down by details.

Learning to rely on others has been a consistent message throughout the show that Myungha has had a hard time absorbing. It's now or never.

"This time, you must be happy."

Good question. Doubt we'll get that answer.

Myungha wakes up crying as if it was all a dream. He's back in his room.

"I hope that world brings you hope." It seems the messages were from senior after all.

The error has been fixed. Things are being synced.

Yeowoon says he is at the cinema. I guess our Little Prince quote about waiting is coming into play.

Hmm. Something's still off. I guess things aren't synced completely yet. They can call each other, but they can't see each other. I swear that Yeowoon's voice makes me want to cry again. He's desperate.

Myungha asks "What date is it?".

Yeowoon says it's Aug 12th. The competition is happening on the 14th.

So the clocks in episode 7 were meaningful. They're on different days, and they'll have to sync up at the competition.

Ohhh. Myungha is on the day of the competition already. His side of the movies says Aug 14th. I'm trying not to get lost in the details like the Hello Kitty decoration or Frozen puzzle.

Of note though, Myungha's side has a different movie poster than we've seen before. I technically can't translate the phrases on it, but I know that movie. Astronaut stranded in space and they're trying to bring him back to Earth. That feels very apt that it's on Myungha's side. This has been a rescue mission of sorts to bring Myungha back into this world.

The most important thing is that they are definitely divided by time. This is the Little Prince quote. Knowing they'll see each other in the future and anticipating meeting each other.

Myungha tells Yeowoon to not search in the wrong places. In one of the more direct ways that Myungha has expressed his feelings, he says "I miss you."

And the barrier is now gone, but the screens have all changed. Time remaining: 3 hours, 23 minutes, 14 seconds. Wait? Why are we counting down. Is this the time until they reconnect? Or is this like the more ominous timers we've had before. If the latter, we better hope wherever this race is isn't far away.

Apparently it's at least a bus ride. Oh...it's by the sea isn't it. Was this the same town as their date? I don't remember.

Engine trouble. But Myungha doesn't have time to wait.

He's running. On a bridge. This really feels like he's trying to cross over from one world (where he's dead) to this one.

Yeowoon is running too. This feels like a retry of the roof scene when the world was collapsing. A second chance for Yeowoon to get there in time. You know he will.

But I also love that this feels like a subtle dig at Sangwon. Sangwon asks where are you going, and Yeowoon basically says to find my favorite person who is NOT you.

I love how the running has been a constant thread throughout the show, and we're here again. Basically Yeowoon having trained his whole life for this moment. In episode 1, Myungha was racing to save Yeowoon. Here, they are BOTH racing to saving Myungha. I find the "both" pretty important as it emphasizes again that Myungha is having to actively make the choice to live.

Them slowing down near the end stressed me out ngl. I was yelling. "DON'T SLOW DOWN." Better to plow into each other than miss the window.

We are shown another glimpse of Myungha's original world.

"Someone who would be by my side and worry about me. Someone who would give me a chance even when I am in despair or meet with failure." The beauty of this being that he was that person for Yeowoon. And Yeowoon is now being that person for him. I might keyboard smash again. This is beautiful.

The interface shows again - "What is necessary for a happy life?" The answer still hasn't been filled in.

But then it cuts to...

There's our answer. I love that the light is consuming them. Epic blinding light of love moment.

"I got you." 🥹🥹🥹

OMG. That's a great line in this situation. It conveys so much. Yeowoon made it in time. He's literally got his hand and embrace. But moreover -> Yeowoon is able to support Myungha. Myungha can count on and rely on him. And even just the simple fact that they have each other in their lives. That they belong to/with each other.

"I got you this time." That means Yeowoon remembered not getting to him on the rooftop. 😭Yeowoon leans in for a kiss, but then Myungha leans in himself. This is such a great kiss scene. The smiles are killing me.

In his original world, Myungha had been alone, looking small against a dark sea. But he's now with Yeowoon and bathed in light. I can breathe again.

"Would you like to head to the ending?"

Oooh...bonus scene? Maybe not, but I do love this framing with the way it almost looks like a heart shape between them filled with light.

"Do you want an ending reward?" That's an easy choice. YES.

We see Myungha helping his grandma. He said he's going to the beach. Aww, are they finally going to get their beach date?

We have ICE CREAM! The ice cream is back.

Aww friend date! Everyone playing together. Love it. The whole crew is here. In terms of color symbolism, I love that Yeowoon is blue and Myungha is pink here. Yeowoon dedicated and loyal to Myungha. Myungha utterly smitten by Yeowoon.

"Our days are filled with unquestionable happiness."

💖My heart is full of joy.

[sporeclan]

Can we see the individual drawings of Oscypek and petunia in this last post? :3

Unfortunately, I had to merge the layers to get the effect I was looking for and forgot to screenshot anything first, so this is the best I can do :')

[frogshipping]

🫖🍄 for anyone ^^

Miscellaneous Ask Game

Tysm for the ask, Em!!! I'm gonna answer this with Goku as the focused on F/O (ik, how unexpected /s)

🫖- What’s an interesting or unexpected talent/skill that your f/o has?

Believe it or not, Goku knows how to sing! And he's very good at it. It's not an interest of his though, so hearing him sing is rare. But Viti will occasionally convince him to do a duet with her; or he'll sing something sweet to them to cheer them up on their bad days (because he knows how much Viti loves music)

🍄- You both have to get matching tattoos, what are you getting, and where?

I think something just like this would look nice (in the same spot too)! They'd each get it on the opposite arm of one another (maybe Goku on his right and Viti on her left), so when they stand beside each other they create a whole sky

[shirogane-oushirou]

desperately need to make an updated ref sheet for ren, given his body type is now COMPLETELY different (PLUS NOW I CAN USE CSP AND NOT WORRY ABT LAYER LIMITS. IMAGINE...)

but i'm also getting into like 5 different art hobbies and playing a bunch of games and reading vns and family's visiting and after one (1) day has sapped all of my energy and and and and and...!!

[nocompromise-noregrets]

💌

GRACE! <33333333 I love your creativity and your writing SO MUCH, I love how much you love the bi widower dads, I LOVE running events for them with you! I am in awe of your imagination and all your ideas, and how many stories you have on the go at once. Also your niche interests which are so very similar to mine - I am usually desperately resisting the urge to vanish down various different rabbit holes, and then sometimes you'll mention something (often in a fic) and I will permit myself to go and burn an hour or two on Wikipedia XDDDD

SO MUCH LOVE TO YOU! <333333333

mutuals send me a 💌 and I'll tell you some things I love about you!

[nochepsicodelica]

Bear Boyfriend Toji ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ ᕦʕ •`ᴥ•´ʔᕤ ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

You've been away for three out of the five days you took off work to spend time with your family. Toji stayed behind for work, but never went a day without letting you know how much he misses you and wants you to come home already. He calls and texts plenty, and you do the same, assuring him that you'll be home soon. He's made a habit of calling you at the same time every night. Two in the morning.

One fifty-nine became two, and as if he knows it's his cue, your phone rings and Toji's contact name appears over a picture of him sleeping on the couch, bundled up in blankets.

"Toji," you say, as if you're expecting an explanation for why he's calling so late. "It's two a.m., baby. What's going on?"

"Hey, pretty girl. I was just wondering when you're coming home," he asks, his voice deep and low, fitting for what time it is.

You let out a hushed laugh on the other end of the line. "The same day, Toji. You asked me this last night and the night before. I'll be back in two days."

He groans, frustratedly. Getting days as a response is the worst thing ever for him, right now. "That's forever from now. I'm starting to go nuts over here by myself. Can't you cut it short? For me?"

"Sorry, baby. I'll be home soon, I promise. I won't be leaving your side for a while. At least not because I want to."

He sighs, the sound riddled with his loneliness. "I fucking miss you, doll. I wasn't gonna do this today, but I can't sleep for shit without you next to me. What normally doesn't bug me when you're here, irritates the hell out me, now. Like the wind shaking the windows and my own tossing and turning."

"I'm sorry, love. I feel something similar to that, too. I hear when my parents open their bedroom door to use the bathroom and one of my little cousins is still up playing videos games right now." You smile when you hear Toji yawning obnoxiously. "I miss your suffocating bear hugs. I wish you were here to put me to sleep."

"Yeah? You miss being held tightly in my arms?"

You can practically hear the smile on his face. "I do," you assure, a smile of your own spreading on your lips.

"What else do you miss about me?"

You laugh at the tone he uses to ask the question. He's expecting something dirty, but you won't be giving that to him. "I miss your handsome face. You know those green eyes are one of my greatest weaknesses when it comes to you."

"Yeah? What else about me makes you weak?"

You hum, already knowing the answer. "Your soft morning kisses... the way you draw shapes on my tummy with your fingers when I can't sleep at night."

"Fuck, I really miss doing those things, ma," he mumbles.

The line goes quiet for a second, but his signal isn't choppy and he hasn't dozed off. He's imagining the softness of your skin and the little stars and circles he would be drawing on your tummy if you were there with him. He's thinking about the hushed bouts of laughter that would ensue when your energy and playfulness comes out at the wrong time—when you're supposed to be sleeping. With a sigh, he continues his restless conversation, spurred on by his longing for you to be with him.

"Come home to me, already. Please?" He sighs, heavily. He's never felt more like a child—unable to sleep without the presence of the person who brings him the most comfort. "Sorry. I'm sounding pretty pathetic here, aren't I?" He asks, a low rumble of his chuckle caught on the line.

"No, you don't, my love. I miss you like crazy, too. It's the longest we've been apart in a while and it seems like we're both going through withdrawals," you say, unable to hold back a small laugh. "Sorry, saying it out loud sounds kinda funny. Makes it sound like we're addicts out of context."

"Well, I'm addicted to you. Miss everything about you."

"Yeah? Like what?" You ask, fully prepared to hear him slip some of his dirty thoughts into it.

"Mm... I miss the way you sleepily kiss the scar on my lips, before you fully wake up in the morning, and the way you run your fingers through my hair when I lay my head on your chest after a shit day at work. And... of course i'm missing the pretty sounds you make when I get between your thighs."

"Toji," you chide, with a giggle.

"Sorry, sorry," he says, through a chuckle. "Just really miss you, doll. Call me dramatic, already."

"No. For what? Not everyone has a partner that would act this way after being apart for only three days. I'm just lucky like that. You love me?"

"You know I do. So fucking much. I miss your body against mine. Not even trying to be a horndog, I swear. Just want your warmth and your kisses back."

"I know, baby. When I get back, we'll cozy up together and take a nice, long nap, and when we wake up, we can do anything you want. Anything, okay?"

"Yeah, alright, doll."

"It'll be okay," you promise. "You tired?"

"Yeah, I'll leave you be so you can get some rest. Just wanted to hear your voice."

"We can stay on the phone," you offer. "'Fall asleep together, if you want. Or is that stupid?" You ask, with a soft laugh.

"Nah, nah, nah, that sounds good, ma. I'd like that a lot," Toji responds, encouragingly. He sets his phone down next to his pillow and puts you on the lowest volume of speaker. Your voice is more audible, but still only meant for him to hear. "You there, doll?" He asks, once he's settled into his comfortable position.

"Yeah. Ready to go to sleep?"

"Mhm. Love you, gorgeous. Talk to you tomorrow."

"Love you, baby. Goodnight."

Toji credits you for the way he was snoring within minutes. Your presence comforted him, even if the physical aspect of it wasn't with him. He spent a couple minutes just staring at the ceiling, but as time went by, his eyelids started feeling heavier, and there was no way he was going to fight it when that was what he needed help with all along.

[prael]

The Hardest Question Ever ASSked

Le Sserafim Chaewon, Kazuha and Yunjin x male reader smut

Masterlist word count: 5,851 Kofi(donations/commissions)

"So, which one of these two do you think has the best ass?"

Yunjin has this penchant for asking the most inappropriate questions at the most random of times. The conversation was in a whole different place; Chaewon was explaining why the second Harry Potter film is by far the best one when suddenly...

"Oh my god," Kazuha immediately covers her eyes, sinking her head into her hands.

"What?" Yunjin blinks with innocence.

Chaewon can only groan in response. She sometimes wonders what goes on inside the minds of her group members, especially after that time Yunjin casually asked to compare their favourite toys (and now she is struggling to get the mental image of Yunjin slipping in a butt plug each morning out of her head. Apparently she has a whole range of sizes) but still, it feels like their constant effort to test how far they can go with each other has no end in sight.

"We all have pretty nice butts," Chaewon adds, the need to fill the awkward silence quickly becoming dire.

"Boring answer," Yunjin turns up her nose and pouts. Then her eyes fall on you. "Come on, you spend more than enough time staring, which is it?" she teases.

And look, you have thoughts, of course you do, but you're too coy to spill them out into the open for these three to scrutinize. So you joke, "We all know it's me." Only Kazuha laughs—that girl laughs at your every word.

Yunjin narrows her eyes, her attention like a hungry lion's before its prey. She asks in a challenging tone, "Why are you avoiding the question?"

You have learned very quickly that a game you can never win is against Yunjin, that woman is relentless with her prodding, so you change strategies. "What does it matter who has the nicest ass? Asses are so subjective."

"Stop being so political."

Chaewon senses blood in the water and joins in on pushing you for an answer, "Okay, so, subjectively, which one do you like the most?"

You slump back into your chair as the three girls sit forward expectantly. Yunjin is directly across from you, wrapping her lips around the straw for her coffee as she stares through you, practically daring you to bullshit her with a non-answer. Chaewon is wide-eyed on your right, and Kazuha still has her hand nervously over her mouth.

You have an answer, you know which one you like the most. But you also know that as soon as you say it, the other might kill you.

So, you pick the one that will give the best reaction. See, Chaewon is competitive, right down to the bone. Meaning that when you answer, "Kazuha," she looks about ready to burst a blood vessel.

"What!" she spits, the other two girls bursting into laughter. "I'm the one with the best ass!"

Kazuha has this whole smug look going on, it's not one she uses often, but to tease Chaewon? You don't blame her.

"Oh yeah, you think that's funny? I'll show you whose ass is the best," Chaewon threatens.

"It must be all the squats," Yunjin chimes in.

"Shut up," Chaewon growls at her.

Kazuha leans back in her chair and shrugs, "No need to be jealous. Yours is great too, Chaewon. You work really hard, and it shows."

"Don't try to suck up now, Kazuha."

You watch the whole exchange in silence. This is what happens almost every time Yunjin calls you over to have lunch, and it is always an entertaining time.

"Alright, so what about thighs? Which ones are the best?" Yunjin continues.

"Kazuha," you answer, and Kazuha is practically glowing, "I mean, have you seen how toned her thighs are?"

You turn to Chaewon, a smirk on your face so evil, "Sorry, Chae."

"Alright! That's it!" Chaewon shouts, jumping up from her chair, her eyes burning with determination. Her hands are at the waist of her jeans, popping open the button. "If you won't admit mine are the best, I'll have to prove it to you."

Yunjin sighs, her hand on her chin, and she shakes her head. "Here we go again."

You can feel yourself blush a bit, the way you always do when this happens, even though the four of you have had these lunches dozens of times, and Chaewon has always tried to show off her body at some point. She wiggles her jeans off her hips, sliding them down to reveal her black, lacy thong.

"Well?" she poses, turning to the side to show off her ass, "What about now?"

You are certain the three of you are all thinking the same thing—her body is unbelievable—but nobody is going to stroke her ego like that.

"Oh yeah, definitely Kazuha's," you shrug, trying not to let your gaze linger.

"What?!"

It draws a loud laugh from Yunjin, who's hitting the palm of her hand against her thigh as she wheezes. Kazuha, who is usually the shy one of the bunch, can't help but join in on the laughter.

"Fuck you," Chaewon snaps at you, "And fuck you too!" She turns on her heel and points at Kazuha.

Kazuha is still laughing, and she has her head turned away from Chaewon, but you can see her smile grow wider. She's teasing, "Oh come on, Chaewon, it's okay. You look cute."

"I'll show you cute," Chaewon growls, her hand coming down hard on the table. It makes the cutlery rattle, and the three of you glance between yourselves before a shared giggle bubbles up again.

You look up at Chaewon, who has a scowl on her face. Her eyebrows are furrowed, and her jaw is tense. She has one hand on her hip, her fingers digging into her skin, and the other is gripping the table so hard that her knuckles have gone white. Her body is stiff, the only movement being the rise and fall of her chest. Her face is flushed, either with embarrassment or frustration or both, and her lips are parted, letting her breaths pass through.

Her skin is smooth and soft, and when she moves, you can see the muscles ripple under it. She's so lean, so slender, but there's an undeniable strength behind her.

"What, got something to say?" Chaewon bites, noticing your stare.

"Uh," you fumble, your eyes flitting down her body before shooting up to her face again. "Just, um," you clear your throat, trying to shake yourself out of this trance, "Are you gonna leave your jeans off?"

"Until you realise how wrong you are, yes."

"Okay," you chuckle, then return to sipping on your drink.

"So, are we going to go through the rest of the list? Boobs? Which one's the best?" Yunjin can barely speak for her stifled laughter.

Chaewon huffs, then folds her arms across her chest. She pushes her tits together, the low-cut t-shirt working wonders to showcase her cleavage. "Mine," she states proudly.

"Kazuha."

"I can't with you two," Chaewon whines. "What the fuck?"

"You can't win against me," Kazuha says simply.

Chaewon's glare switches between the three of you. She looks like a wild animal ready to pounce. A dangerous, sexy, wild animal.

"You're all fucking useless," she mutters under her breath, turning on her heel. "I'll be right back."

You watch as she stomps off in her underwear and boots, leaving the three of you alone.

"That was fun," Yunjin smirks, sitting back in her chair and crossing her legs. She looks at you and says, "You've got a mean streak. I love it."

"I just like riling her up," you smirk.

"I noticed."

Kazuha giggles, then takes another sip from her cup. You can't help but watch her. Her dark hair is tied up in a messy bun, and even without makeup, she is beautiful. There is a softness to her, an air of innocence, that you can't quite place.

"What are you looking at?" Kazuha asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Nothing," you shrug.

"I see the way you look at her," Yunjin says with a wink. "Got you thinking about something, huh?"

"Yeah," you say, not knowing how else to respond.

"I bet it's filthy," Yunjin continues. "How long has it been since you two hooked up, again?"

"Too long," Kazuha answers.

"Oh yeah," Yunjin smiles. "Guess I've been a little greedy recently."

"Just a little," Kazuha giggles, her cheeks dusted with red.

"Stop being so shy and ask him then," Yunjin nods in your direction.

"I'm back!" Chaewon announces, turning heads.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Yunjin asks.

It's nothing but skimpy lingerie. It's black and lacy, hugging her curves perfectly, and leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her thong cuts deep between her ass cheeks, and the bra pushes her tits up, not that much is needed. The fabric is sheer, and you can see the dark peaks of her nipples through it.

She's leaning on the doorway as she speaks, "I wasn't going to half-ass it, was I?" Oh, Chaewon, even as you stand there, looking like a whole meal, you still can't resist a good pun. "So," she continues, sauntering over and leaning down, placing her hands on the table and getting in your face. "Have you come to your senses yet?"

You glance away, to look across the table at Yunjin, who's got her eyes fixed on Chaewon's ass and is telling her, "Yeah, no doubt I'm definitely kinda gay. Your butt looks amazing."

"Need more convincing?" Chaewon is looking down her nose at you, a devilish grin spreading across her face.

"More convincing," you repeat.

Chaewon steps between you and the table, pushing the arms of your chair and struggling to move it back.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Convincing." Chaewon turns to the table, puts her chest flat against it and arches her back, giving you the most brazen display. "Is it working?"

"It's..."

"Working," Yunjin finishes for you as she stands up to admire the view.

You take a moment to appreciate her, the way she's bent over the table, the way her ass looks so round and perfect. The way her thighs are toned and muscular, and the way they press together, gives her just a little more shape. You want to touch her, to reach out and run your hands along her smooth skin.

"I'd let her sit on my face," Yunjin whispers as if she could read your mind.

"Oh yeah, for sure," Kazuha adds.

"Would you two shut up? I'm trying to get my point across."

"Don't let us stop you."

Chaewon lets out an irritated sigh, then gets up and sits herself down in your lap. Her hips roll forward, and you can feel her warmth. You can't help yourself, you slip a hand around her waist and rest it on her stomach.

"Do you like this?" Chaewon asks, her voice low and seductive. She leans back, letting her head rest against your shoulder, her breath hot on your ear. "How about this?" She shifts her hips, grinding her ass against your crotch. You bite back a moan, your fingers digging into her flesh.

"You know," Yunjin says, watching as Chaewon continues to rub her ass against you, "We could have a lot more fun with this."

"What do you mean?" Kazuha asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

"Well," Yunjin's eyes flick over to meet yours. "If you're not gonna fight for your spot, our friend here might change his mind. How about a competition?"

"Competition?" Chaewon repeats.

"I'm talking a showdown," Yunjin explains, a wide grin on her face. Chaewon is staring blankly at her, and Yunjin rolls her eyes. "Ass vs ass. Who's got the better booty?"

"I'm in," Chaewon immediately agrees.

"What?" Kazuha squeaks.

"Oh, come on. You're not going to back down, are you?"

"No, I'm not," Kazuha states, standing up.

"You don't have to do this," you tell them.

"Shut up," Chaewon shoots back, a smirk on her face.

"Let's settle this once and for all," Yunjin declares. She pulls the table away, leaving you in the middle of the dining room with Chaewon on your knee. She pulls Kazuha to her feet and stands in front of her. Their eyes are locked on each other, both looking nervous. You can't take your eyes off them, especially when Yunjin slides her hands down Kazuha's abs. "First, let's catch you up, get you out of these clothes.

Yunjin hooks her fingers into the waistband of Kazuha's jeans and starts to pull them down, revealing the soft, creamy skin of her thighs. Kazuha lifts her feet out of her shoes and pants, leaving her standing in a pair of white panties.

"Damn, girl, you look good," Yunjin purrs, running her hands along Kazuha's thighs, squeezing the soft flesh.

Meanwhile, Chaewon turns her attention to you, first by pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it aside, then moving on to undoing the buttons on your pants. You're already achingly hard, from having her ass grinding against you, her hands on you, and her scent filling your nostrils. She stands up and steps back, allowing you to stand and drop your pants, then step out of them, leaving you only in your boxers.

"Looks like someone is ready," she teases, looking at the bulge.

You blush, embarrassed, but you can't help the way your cock twitches at her words.

"Alright," Yunjin calls.

The two girls are standing side by side now. Yunjin has sat you down and is standing behind you, her hands on your shoulders, her breath hot on the back of your neck. She's looking between the two girls, taking in their bodies, her eyes filled with lust. Kazuha is biting her lip, her hands clasped together in front of her, her body stiff.

"First, let's see who can move their ass better. Show off what you've got," Yunjin commands.

Chaewon is the first to act, bending over and shaking her hips. Her ass is swaying from side to side, her hips moving in circles, and her ass jiggling with every motion. Her back is arched, her legs straight, and her thighs pressed together, giving her ass the perfect shape.

"Nice," Yunjin whistles.

Kazuha takes a deep breath. She turns to show you her ass, putting her arms above her head and swaying her hips. She doesn't have the same confidence as Chaewon, but her ass still looks great.

"Fuck yeah," Yunjin says, her hand trailing down your chest and stomach.

"You think that's good?" Chaewon huffs. "Watch this."

She backs up towards you, stopping when her ass is almost touching your crotch, and leans back, arching her back. Her ass is pushed out, the curves and lines of her body on display. She places her hands on her ass cheeks and then starts to squeeze and knead her flesh, moaning softly as she does so.

"Fuck, that's hot," Yunjin breathes.

"Don't stop," you gasp.

Kazuha has renewed fight, stepping and dropping her ass against your lap. It's all in the hips, the way she moves, and how her body rolls. It's different from Chaewon, there's a grace to it and a fluidity. She turns, looking back at you, her eyes full of fire, her lips curled into a sly smile. You know that look. It's like a switch is flicked inside her.

"Fuck," you groan, reaching out to grab her, to pull her closer.

Kazuha leans forward, her back arched, and you draw her thick ass towards your cock. Soon enough, Chaewon follows, and you become the filling of an ass sandwich.

"Oh fuck, that looks good," Yunjin says, her hand sliding beneath your waistband and grabbing your cock. She starts to stroke it, slow and steady, teasing the tip with her thumb. But, as their assets draw closer, Yunjin is forced to relinquish, the girls taking hold of your cock between their asses, and rubbing their cheeks against you.

"Ahh, fuck, that's so fucking hot," you moan.

"Yeah, baby, you like that?" Yunjin purrs in your ear.

"God yes," you breathe, your head falling back against her chest.

Chaewon laughs, a smug sound, "He's definitely loving mine."

"In your dreams," Kazuha hisses.

"What was that?"

"I said," Kazuha pushes her ass, to slide your length between her cheeks, rubbing along the fabric of her thong, "He likes my ass more."

"I don't think so," Chaewon shoots back, fighting for position. The girls are ass to ass, cheeks squishing against each other. Your cock is caught between them, and they both start to rock their hips, the friction making you hiss.

"You're both driving me crazy," you moan.

"Yeah?" Chaewon smirks.

"How about this," Kazuha adds, her hips moving faster, and her ass squeezing tighter. It's all matched and challenged by Chaewon, who's moving her hips, and rocking her ass, and doing everything she can to keep up.

This whole thing is fucking ludicrous, don't get it twisted. This is the most insane thing you have ever seen, or done. Two gorgeous women, two insanely sexy asses, both fighting for a chance to prove that theirs is the best. And you're right there, between them, your cock assaulted by the most amazing sensation.

"How are we going to settle this?" Chaewon growls, her ass grinding hard against your cock.

"I'm not stopping until he cums," Kazuha shoots back, her ass moving even faster.

"Me either," Chaewon huffs.

"Wait, wait, stop," you gasp, to no avail. The girls just keep on grinding, keep on rocking, keep on fighting.

"Shh," Yunjin purrs, her hands roaming your chest, and her lips ghosting across the back of your neck. "Let them have their fun."

You moan, your body tense, your cock throbbing between their asses. The girls are panting, their breath heavy, and their bodies slick with sweat. Their skin is hot, their bodies flushed, and their hearts pounding.

"He's getting close," Chaewon smirks, "I can feel it."

"For me," Kazuha insists.

"I'm doing all the work," Chaewon snaps back, her hips rolling faster, and her ass pressing harder.

"Stop, fuck," you hiss, feeling your cock throb, feeling that familiar sensation rising in the pit of your stomach.

"Tell me it's for me. Cum for me, baby."

"No, for me. He's cumming for me," Kazuha shoots back.

And then, it hits. It's an explosion, your body jerking, your muscles spasming. Your head is thrown back, a groan ripped from your throat, and your hips bucking wildly.

"That's it," Chaewon smirks, looking over her shoulder. "I did it. He's cumming because of me."

"No, me," Kazuha pouts, turning her head.

You spill over them, thick, hot cum spraying all over their asses and backs, leaving sticky ropes of white across their smooth, flawless skin.

"F-fuck," you gasp, trying to catch your breath.

"Holy shit," Yunjin murmurs, "That was... fuck.

"It's mine," Chaewon says, her tone cocky and arrogant.

"No, it's mine," Kazuha growls.

The two of them continue their argument, but you can barely hear them. Your body is still recovering, your mind reeling, and your heart racing. What a fucking rush.

"Who's got the best ass? Well," Yunjin chuckles, "It's a tie if you ask me."

"A tie?" Chaewon repeats.

"Yeah, a tie."

"Well, I'm not calling it a tie," Kazuha says.

"Me either," Chaewon huffs, standing upright and glaring at the other woman.

"You're both pretty great," Yunjin states, her hand on your shoulder.

"Kazuha is great, me? I'm perfect."

"Okay," Yunjin sighs. "There's still something he needs to test. You can't decide on the best ass without fucking them both."

"What?" Chaewon and Kazuha gasp at the same time.

"You get five minutes each, then swap. First to make him cum is the winner."

"Deal," Chaewon and Kazuha say simultaneously, their gazes burning into each other.

"Well then," Yunjin says, standing up. "Over the table girls."

You're still fucking out of it. Slumped in the chair while Yunjin guides them over the table, bent at the waist and presenting their asses to you. The girls are draped in your cum, and Yunjin has the task of plucking off their underwear, leaving them bare and naked. Then she comes and pulls you to your feet, positioning you behind Chaewon.

"Cum in whichever feels the best, okay? Wait here a minute." Yunjin runs off to the bedroom, giving Chaewon a chance to bargain with you.

"Come on, you know I've got the better ass. And you know what it can do for you. Just think of all the other times you've fucked my ass. Don't tell me you want Kazuha's ass instead?"

"Uh," you mumble.

"Oh come on," she wiggles her ass, "Look at this."

"Sorry," Yunjin says, reappearing with a bottle in her hand. "Gotta do this right." Yunjin takes a blob of lube in her hand and rubs it onto your cock. It's cold, and it makes you shudder. Then she takes some and rubs it onto Chaewon's ass.

"Fuck," she squeaks, her body trembling.

"Ready?" Yunjin asks.

"Y-yeah."

"Five minutes, go!"

Yunjin pushes you by the hips toward Chaewon, not that you need any encouragement to slip your length between her cheeks.

"That's it, fuck me. Come on, baby. Let's see whose ass feels better."

It's slow to begin, pushing your way into her little asshole. She's still so tight, and even with the added slick, it takes a bit of effort. But she's warm and snug around your cock, and her ass is perfect.

"Fuck, I forgot how big you were," she moans, her voice strained.

"She can't even take it," mocks Kazuha.

"Shut up, I can," Chaewon bites back. "Go on, deeper."

Yunjin has her hand on your hip, guiding you deeper and deeper until you bottom out. Her ass is pressed right against your hips, and she's whimpering. You give her a few moments to adjust before starting to move, pulling out slowly, then pushing back in. You're stretching her out, forcing her to accommodate your length, and her hole is clenching around you.

"Fuck, I love the feeling of your cock," she gasps.

"We all do," Kazuha says flatly.

"Not as much as I do," Chaewon pants.

"Come on, you can fuck her faster," Yunjin whispers in your ear.

So you pick up the pace, your hips moving, and your cock thrusting deep into her. She's moaning and writhing beneath you, her ass shaking with every impact, her body trembling. You can't stop yourself, you're pounding her hard, slamming your cock deep inside her. The cum on her cheeks is smeared, making the sight even more filthy.

"Shit," she groans, her ass bouncing back against your hips.

You're lost in her, fucking her hard and fast, making her take every inch of you. You're grunting, your balls slapping against her skin, and your cock stretching her hole. You're losing control, the sounds of your fucking filling the room.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," she moans.

"You're such a slut," Kazuha hisses.

"Oh fuck," Chaewon cries, her ass clenching around your cock, her body convulsing, and her pussy dripping. "Oh my god, fuck," she screams, her whole body tensing, and her eyes rolling back.

"Holy shit," you gasp, your cock throbbing and twitching.

"Alright, time's up," Yunjin says, grabbing you and pulling you away from her.

"What the fuck, no, don't stop," Chaewon pleads.

"Swap," Yunjin demands, shoving you towards Kazuha.

You stumble forward, your cock aching and throbbing. You're still sensitive, and the sudden change has your head spinning. Yunjin covers you again with more lube and slaps your ass to let you know to begin.

Kazuha's chest is flat on the table, her cheek pressed against the wood, and her hands gripping the edge. She turns to look at you, her eyes full of silent desire. There's an arch to her back, and her ass is perfectly presented, just waiting for you to enter her.

"Take her," Yunjin whispers and her hand pushes down on your hip.

You step forward, the tip of your cock pressing against her asshole. You can see her muscles tensing, and she lets out a soft moan as you push into her. She's even tighter than Chaewon, her body squeezing and gripping your cock. She's not nearly as experienced, her reactions are more innocent.

"Oh," she gasps, her body shivering, "That's... that's really good."

You grab her hips, your fingers digging into her flesh, and you push deeper, feeling her asshole stretch and open up for you. She lets out a sharp cry, and you pause, giving her a moment to relax.

"Keep going," she pleads, her voice thick with lust.

You start to move, sliding out of her and then pushing back in. She's hot and tight around you, and her muscles are contracting, squeezing and clenching, pulling you deeper into her.

"Oh my god, it's so good," she moans.

Her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open, and her body is quivering. You keep going, thrusting harder and deeper, until you're buried in her ass. She lets out a long, low moan, and you can feel her trembling.

"She can barely take it," Chaewon laughs.

"Don't listen to her," Kazuha pleads, looking over her shoulder at you. "Just keep going, please."

You groan a response and start to pound her harder. Sticky flesh slapping together, your hands holding her steady, and her cries filling the room. You're fucking her rough, and she's taking every inch of you. It feels incredible, and the pleasure builds, your cock throbbing and aching.

"Come on, cum for me," she whines.

"Fuck, you're so sexy," you gasp, your hips bucking. Just one slap of her ass and it's marked already, red and pink from the impact.

"You're close," she whimpers.

"Keep going," Yunjin encourages. "Two minutes or they both lose."

Your whole body is trembling, and your head is spinning. Your cock is so hard and aching, and your balls are tight. Your hips are bucking, and you're fucking her with abandon, her ass taking every inch.

"Come on," she begs.

You groan, and then you're there, your whole body shuddering, and your cock pulsing and throbbing, emptying your cum into her ass. As soon as Chaewon sees that look on your face, she knows she's lost. She whines a defeated sound and slumps against the table.

Kazuha is the one smiling though, and as she stands, you notice her knees are a bit weak. "I win," she announces, a little triumphant.

"You cheated," Chaewon pouts.

"How the hell did I cheat?"

"I don't know, you just did." Chaewon's got that little pouty expression stuck to her face, and she swears her revenge. "Next time, I'll beat you. You'll see."

"If you say so," Kazuha smiles, looking at the mess leaking from her ass. You're stumbling back and Yunjin is your support, keeping you steady.

Yunjin is in your ear, "You've still got another round in you, right?"

"I don't know," you pant.

"You, me and the shower. Think about it."

"Yeah," you manage, and then her hand is on your arm, leading you to the bathroom.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Chaewon demands, her hands on her hips.

"Shower," Yunjin calls, dragging you along. "You girls caused this mess, you can clean up. Maybe even lick his cum off each other's asses."

"No, don't leave," Chaewon whines.

But, it's too late, the door is closing, and Yunjin is pushing you up against the wall. "You know," she whispers, her hands on your chest and her body pressed against yours, "I'm kinda turned on."

"Yeah?"

"Watching them fight over you was so hot."

"Yeah, it was," you admit.

"So," she presses her lips to yours, kissing you hungrily, and slipping her tongue into your mouth.

You return her passion, your hands running up her body, and down her back. She breaks the kiss, and looks up at you, a coy smile on her lips.

"Let's have a little fun," she murmurs, reaching behind her and turning on the shower. The water flows, steam fills the air, and Yunjin steps under the stream, letting it cascade over her naked body.

"Fuck," you gasp.

"What's the matter?" she teases, grabbing the bottle of soap and squirting it onto her chest. She lathers up her chest, spreading the foamy liquid over her smooth skin, her nipples hardening as the suds run down her body.

"You're gorgeous," you say, stepping towards her.

She grabs you by the hips, pulling you close, her hands roaming your body. Her skin is slick with soap, her touch gentle and teasing. She's looking up at you, her eyes filled with desire.

"Are you ready?" she whispers, her voice husky.

"Always," you grin, cupping her breasts and kneading them in your hands.

"Fuck," she sighs, leaning into you, her eyes closed, and her body relaxed.

You kiss her, tasting her lips, your tongue sliding against hers. She moans, her hands trailing down your back, and her nails digging into your skin.

"Mmm, so good," she murmurs, breaking the kiss and looking up at you. "All this anal stuff has got me thinking, maybe it's time we tried something new."

"Really?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. "I didn't think it was ever really your thing? You always said a butt plug was enough."

"I've been practising," she winks.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Maybe it's best if I show you."

"Oh," you grin.

"So," she purrs, wrapping her arms around your neck and pressing her body against yours. "You want to see what I can do?"

"Fuck yes," you breathe, a rush of excitement running through your body.

She smiles, biting her lip and pulling away from you. She turns her back to you, facing the wall, and places her hands flat on the tile. She arches her back, and you watch as she spreads her legs and bends further and further over. Her ass is sticking out, her perfect, plump cheeks inviting you in.

You can't help yourself. You kneel behind her, grab her cheeks and spread them wide. She lets out a soft moan, and you press your face into her ass, inhaling her sweet scent.

"Fuck," you groan, kissing her puckered hole.

"Mmm," she moans, pushing her ass back into your face.

"That feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes," she whispers, her breath hitching in her throat.

You tease her with your tongue, licking her asshole, and swirling the tip around the rim. She shivers, and you push a finger into her, probing her, exploring her. She's so tight, and the sounds she's making are driving you wild.

"Please," she begs, her voice a desperate whisper. "Please fuck me."

"Are you sure?" you ask, a hint of surprise in your voice.

"Yes," she says, looking back at you. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, and I'm finally ready."

"You don't have to, we can just have a regular fuck."

"No," she insists, her eyes blazing. "I want to try it, and I want you to be the one to do it."

"Fuck," you growl, pulling your finger out of her ass and standing up. You press the tip of your cock against her, and she whimpers. A shiver runs through her, and her hands ball into fists. There's this tension in the air, and her breathing is shallow and fast. Utterly shameless, she reaches back and pulls her asscheeks apart, opening herself up for you.

"Come on," she whimpers. "Do it. Put it in."

You press against her, your cock throbbing, and her asshole quivering. You push, and she gasps, her muscles tightening, her body tensing. But she doesn't pull away. You push again, harder, and her asshole starts to give way, stretching and opening for you. She lets out a strangled cry, her ass clenching around your cock, as the first few inches slip into her. You can go no further. No amount of practice could prepare her for this.

"You're so tight," you groan.

"It hurts," she whines, her body trembling.

"Just relax, okay?"

"I can't," she moans, her muscles straining.

"Just breathe," you say, stroking her back and ass.

She takes a deep breath, and then another, and then a third. You can feel her body relaxing, her muscles loosening, her asshole stretching.

"That's it," you encourage, pushing deeper into her. "How's that? Better?"

"Yes," she whispers, her eyes rolling back in her head.

You slowly start to move, thrusting in and out of her ass. She's so tight, her body gripping your cock like a clenched fist. Her moans fill the room, echoing off the tiles.

"Fuck," she hisses, her head hanging low, her shoulders hunched. Yunjin has always been the hold-out. Her anal virginity has eluded you, but not any more. Finally, all the best asses in K-pop are willing to take you. There's nothing better.

"Fuck," she groans, her nails scraping against the tiles. "Harder."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she pants.

You grab her hips and start fucking her harder, it's still tough to get more than half of your length inside her, but what she's taking is driving her crazy.

You hook a hand underneath her, past her toned stomach to play with her pussy. She's soaked, dripping with lust, her clit hard and swollen. You tease her, stroking and rubbing her, and she cries out, her whole body tensing.

"You're gonna make me cum," she gasps, her hips bucking against your hand.

"Not until I say so," you growl. She whimpers, her ass tightening around your cock, her legs trembling. You lean forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. "Who am I?" you snarl, fucking her ass harder.

"Ah," she whines, her voice strained. "You're...you're my daddy."

"That's right," you growl, your cock throbbing. "Now cum for me."

You rub her clit, and she cums, her whole body convulsing, and her pussy gushing. It's a powerful orgasm, and she's shaking and crying out, her ass squeezing your cock like crazy. She grows weak, barely able to stand and take it. You pull out, let her fall to her knees, and then take hold of her hair to face you.

She's looking up at you with this expression like she's drunk, or high. A good ass fucking and she is a mess. A happy mess. One that's perfect to be coated in your load.

You stroke yourself, staring down at her, and her eyes widen, her lips parted and waiting. You grunt a shudder runs through you, and your cock erupts. Thick ropes of cum splatter across her face, covering her cheeks, her lips, and her nose. She's whimpering, stroking her tits and moaning out words of pure filth for you. "So much cum for your favourite girl. We both know those two don't stand a chance against me."

She's a mess. She's a hot, filthy mess. You step back, admiring her, a smug satisfaction filling your mind while she licks your cum from around her mouth. "Don't get complacent," you tease.

"Never."

[allisonrw96]

Saw 8x17 and my hand slipped. Obviously there are spoilers here for Don't Drink the Water. Once I sleep and reread it, I'll decide if it should go on AO3 or not and add a link if needed.

Refined and posted to AO3! You can read the rough version below or click the title link to see it as it should be.

Heartbreak Like an Earthquake

The four of them play cards together after the dishes are done. It's a game that Buck only half knows how to play and the other three rib him about it before they play a face up hand so he can learn the rules and how to win. He doesn't win. But he knows how now. For next time.

He never bought a bed for Christopher's room because taking ownership of that part of the house felt different than taking ownership of the rest of it, but he still has the air mattress he hauled from house to house and the duct tape patch he put on the side seems like it's holding strong. Christopher puts himself to bed, reminding Eddie and Buck that he knows where it is still, but he doesn't snark at Eddie when he finds him waiting in the hallway to give him a hug after he brushes his teeth and he goes unprompted to the living room to give Buck one last hug too.

After that it's just Buck and Eddie, sitting at opposite ends of the couch that squeaks under their weight and that they slide on every time they try to lean back.

"Did you get any sleep at all last night?" Buck asks, handing Eddie the mug that Eddie doesn't need to know he stole on Eddie's moving day.

Eddie sips the tea to test it and exhales a too hot breath before answering, "Not really."

"Good," Buck replies.

They share a sidelong glance and then they both laugh, fussing with the strings of their tea bags and trying to get comfortable.

It feels like that's all Buck's been doing for a month now. Trying to get comfortable. Or at least, trying to find a position that doesn't hurt, doesn't take his breath away, doesn't make him want to sit down and never get up again. He doesn't quite manage it now either, but he feels... He's not hiding it. His grief is a beanbag chair that he's nestled into with no intention of getting up any time soon and there's relief in the surrender.

"I'm sorry that I didn't call you that night," Buck says to his mug but not missing the way that Eddie stiffens beside him. "And I'm sorry that I didn't call you any of the days after. Or answer when you did."

"You texted. I know you were busy."

Giving interviews to government officials. Endless interviews and statements that ranged from accusatory to perfunctory and that Buck can't remember at all now. He thinks he cried in at least one. He knows he cried with Hen at her hospital bed and with Maddie outside Chimney's. He knows that Ravi came over with a pizza and that Buck threw it all up later and the days passed, the days passed, the days passed. And then someone told him it was time to get back to work.

"I didn't- I couldn't say it. And I couldn't talk about anything else either. Those first couple days. I couldn't say anything. But I should have tried."

When Eddie answers, his voice is tight. "I should have been there. On the call, at the hospital, here with- I should have been here."

"Why weren't you?"

All their texts. One drunken voicemail that was just Buck's name and then a ragged, wet breath before the call ended. For weeks, Buck expected the next message to include flight details. None of them did. After Athena announced the date, Buck researched the flights himself, sending the cheapest and the fastest options to Eddie, half angry and half afraid that if he didn't do it, Eddie might not.

"I was going to be here for the funeral. Christopher agreed to stay with my parents and they agreed to take him and I packed a bag and waited for the call. As soon as I knew which days everything was happening I was going to head to the airport.

"And I kept waiting. Radio silence from you. Radio silence from Chimney and Ravi. I started thinking you were gonna have the funeral without me. Started thinking I deserved it. It was my fault I wasn't there anyway. By the time I starting getting pissed enough to realize I didn't need an invitation to get on the plane, you sent me the flights."

"You're here now."

For now. Buck thinks but stops himself from saying. It would be mean for the sake of seeing Eddie flinch and once he reaches past all the parts of himself that do mean it, he can get to the core that doesn't. It was never Eddie's fault that he had to leave. And he has every reason to already be gone now. But Buck sent him a list of one way flights and Eddie booked one and he stayed. He still hasn't booked another even though he has his offer and he knows what day he's expected to report. It's a hope that he's so angry to feel because it's going to hurt so much worse when it gets ripped away, but it's one that Buck can't help but cling to.

"For all the good it's done," Eddie says, sipping his tea like he wishes it was something stronger.

"Hey. You being here is doing us good. It's doing me good."

"Getting screamed at by a raging asshole in your own kitchen over who's the most sad is part of your grieving process?"

"No." Turning to face Eddie, Buck takes in the shadow cast over his body, the way the bitterness of his last words is still lingering in his expression. He looks and he remembers other shadows that he had to help Eddie fight back and he waits for Eddie to look over at him. It takes a while.

Slowly, Buck says, "'Getting to be there for my best friend when he finally tells me how he's really feeling after having to watching him walk around for weeks like he didn't just have his heart ripped out' is what's part of the process. I'm sorry I didn't get there sooner."

"I don't remember getting to that part."

"Well I had to get through the "Wanting to punch you in the face for spitting in mine" part out of the way first. I was going to try the talking part again this morning, but..."

Eddie winces and Buck finds he doesn't feel as guilty about that as he would have thought.

"But the asshole had to get one more shot in. Buck, I'm-"

"I know you are," Buck says. He doesn't know where Eddie got the money for another plane ticket and he doesn't know how he knew how badly Buck needed to feel something other than the feeling of bobbing in an open ocean beside a sinking ship, trying desperately to reach people who keep floating further and further away. But he supposes that Eddie's always been his anchor and maybe he shouldn't be surprised at all. "I forgive you."

In the dark, Buck can't see Eddie's jaw twitch like he wants to refuse the forgiveness like he usually does, but he knows it's there by the sound of the strong exhale that takes the place of whatever he wants to say and the way he looks back down at the tea.

"Did I really spit on you?" he asks, looking back at Buck with his eyebrows knitted together.

A laugh pops from Buck's mouth like double bubble bursting and he says, "Uh, you shouted like six inches from my face so yeah. I was in the splash zone. I kind of regret encouraging you to drink more water."

"Jesus," Eddie says, rubbing his hand over his face.

Still laughing, Buck plucks his teabag out of his mug and Eddie slides over a coaster to catch it, leaving his own to steep just a little bit longer. It's not everything that there is to say, but Buck can feel a part of himself snapping back into place. They're going to be okay. They're always going to be okay.

A memory bubbles up, one that he's surprised to even remember. He and Eddie had gotten into it on a shift one day. Buck can't even remember what the problem was but he knows he prayed they would catch a fire just so he could turn the hose on Eddie and blow him down the block. It had made Ravi nervous--he was still so green back then--enough that he worked up the courage to ask Bobby if he was going to do anything about it.

"If it interferes with the job, I'll separate them," Bobby promised. "But I won't have to. They'll be back in each other's pockets before we leave tomorrow morning."

"Before dinner," Hen had countered, holding up a ten for Bobby to call or raise, and Buck had been so furious that the stairs rattled under his feet as he stormed off. This wasn't like that. This was serious.

And he still thought maybe it had been. He and Eddie still went out to breakfast the next morning anyway, unspoken apologies passing between them like the keys between their hands as they walked out the door.

It's not a bad memory, but it hurts all the same. Bobby knew all of them so well. Sometimes it seemed like he knew everything. But he can't have seen this coming. He can't have known what his death would do to all of them or he never would have trusted Buck to-

He draws in a shaky breath that gets Eddie's concerned attention immediately. He sets his cup down before he shifts closer to Buck, making sure both of his hands are free when he asks, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," Buck answers, the same way he's been answering for weeks. But this time Eddie doesn't look away from him and Buck lets the second half of the sentence finally escape. "I'm just thinking about Bobby. I can't seem to stop."

"You don't have to stop. I think about him too."

In his eyes, Buck can see the part that Eddie isn't saying. He thinks about him the same way that Buck just did, the same way they all do, but he also thinks about what he would have done if he was there. What he might have said. What Bobby would have said. Worrying and worrying and worrying over the void that will always exist in place of a goodbye. Now that Buck knows, a little, what Eddie's gone through, he can't imagine how he's bearing up under it.

If Buck was the one with an empty place where a memory should be, he thinks it might kill him. They'd given him oxygen that night. A sedative. But having to hear it later, he thinks... Yeah. He might not have made it. It might be worse than the burden he's carrying now: a promise that's too heavy for his shoulders and one that he's closer and closer to dropping every day.

"He told me-" Buck starts and then stops. Is he making this moment about him? Should he be asking Eddie more questions instead? But he is who he is and Buck can feel the words slipping out of his mouth without any hope of stopping them. "I wasn't being a martyr by picking up paper towels and eggs," he says with more of an edge to the words than he intends.

"Buck-" Eddie sighs. "I know you weren't."

"I forgot," he shrugs. "I forgot you said you'd pick up the groceries and so I went and did it because that's what I always do when I have a Thursday off and because if I don't have something to do every second of every day I think I might go out of my mind. I stand in the middle of a room and I don't know how to move or where to go if I did. And I don't want to have to figure out what to do. I don't want to do anything at all. I want to lay down on the floor and stay there and I can't.

"So I did your laundry. And I could tell you were mad about it, but I swear I didn't give a shit about your socks on the table and I wasn't trying to make you feel guilty for making me clean up after you; I just had to do something or I..."

"Hey. Hey. Look at me." Buck hadn't realized he'd stopped, but when he raises his gaze he finds Eddie's warm brown eyes and more worry than he knows what to do with. "I never should have said that. I was mad and I-"

"I know. It's okay."

"No, it's not." Eddie lets out another sharp breath and moves closer still until their knees are touching and his hand slides off the back of the couch and onto Buck's shoulder.

"We've been worried about you. All of us. You think you're hiding how you're feeling but you are shit at it. Everyone can see that you are two steps away from exploding only you won't talk about it. You're too busy making the rest of us talk, giving out grief assessments like you're the department trauma counselor and we're not making it through the stages of grieving fast enough for you.

"So we've all been tiptoeing around you because no one wants to be the one to set you off and, yeah, I got pissed. Because you were the first person I wanted to tell about the gig in El Paso." Eddie gestures between the two of them with his free hand and Buck's face flushes hot with shame. "You and me, we're supposed to be able to talk about things, but since Bobby died, we haven't talked about anything. I know what it's like to be the one stuck in the middle of that room and I know you'd never leave me there alone. So why are you locking us out and pretending that's what we're doing to you?"

He's close again, breathing heavy again, one hand hot on Buck's shoulder and other finger burning where it taps against his chest with the last words of Eddie's sentence. This time instead of the urge to hit back, Buck only wants to crumple.

"I was there with him. When he died. Did someone tell you that?" Eddie nods and Buck says, "He made me leave. But before he did he told me- He said that I would be okay. And he said that the team would need me."

Tears prick at his eyes again and Eddie's grip gets tighter and before he can say something, Buck plows ahead and says, "But he was wrong. I don't know if he- he thought I was stronger or smarter than I am or if he was just lying so I'd have a reason to..." His throat catches and Buck ducks his head to cough, clearing the river of snot that will be unleashed as soon as he actually starts crying.

"I've been trying to be there for everyone, trying to make sure everyone is okay, but no one is and I don't know how to fix it. There was an earthquake and I thought Bobby would give me an answer but he's still just gone and I'm trying to hold everyone together, but they keep moving away or pushing me away and if I-I-I can't-" his voices hitches and Buck's shoulders shake with stuttered breath- "It's the only thing he asked me to do, but he didn't tell me how and I'm letting him down. I'm letting everyone-"

"No, you're not. You're not."

Buck's head his still bowed to his chest when Eddie takes the mug from his hand and then drags him into the fiercest hug he's ever received. It's too tight to be comforting and the angle is wrong and their chins and elbows and hands are all too rough and too sharp. The hug hurts and Buck twists his fingers in Eddie's shirt to keep him from pulling away.

"You're not letting anyone down," he says to the side of Buck's head. "Not Bobby, not any one of us. We all need you. Okay? Christopher needs you. I need you. I'm always going to need you."

Eddie's hands are fists at Buck's back and his knuckles slide over Buck's shoulders, a steady, soothing, grounding pressure that keeps Buck from drifting away as he lets himself cry for the first time since the funeral.

The whole time, he's aware of a gentle murmuring nearby. It never evolves into more reassurances or even any words at all, but the sound is one of safety. It's the kind of noise you'd make at an infant--the kind Buck sang to Jee-Yun when she was too small for words and the world beyond her parents was nothing more than a wide, often-terrifying confusion. Eddie hums like that to him now, rocking him back and forth, and Buck feels the comfort in the part of him that's still too small and terrified for words.

Once he makes it back to himself, Buck sniffs without pulling away and says, "I'm sorry."

"I know. It's okay."

"No, I was supposed to be there for you and I wasn't. I quizzed you, Eddie. Who does that?"

Laughter rumbles against his cheek and Buck sits up again, surprised to find Eddie's eyes wet and ringed with red.

"Did you ever think that maybe when Cap said we were going to need you that he meant the real you? Not superhero you, not expert you, not captain you, but just you?"

Buck doesn't answer. He doesn't think Eddie needs him to.

"You know when I saw your Jeep at the airport I think it was the first time in weeks I felt like I could actually breathe?"

Eddie's smile when he'd seen him had the same effect on Buck. A relief so sweet that it almost ached. When he'd gotten out of the car to help Eddie with the bags he definitely did not need help with, Eddie had pulled him into a hug and Buck had finally felt something other than numb. It was where he'd found the strength to start being the Buck he thought Bobby would want.

"And then after the funeral I saw you slip Athena a bottle of water. Heard you ask Ravi to keep any eye on Tommy. Watched you take the kids outside to give them a break from everything."

"None of that was a big deal," Buck says, squirming. "I was just-"

"Being you?" Eddie replies raising his eyebrows in that softly challenging way that wins Buck to his side every time. "I know. And I bet that's what Bobby was counting on."

Eddie holds Buck's gaze for a beat longer before pulling them slightly apart and reaching for Buck's mug on the table. Buck accepts it, but doesn't drink, curling his hand around the still warm cup and thinking that he never told anyone about the worst parts of his coma. There was a moment then where he thought Bobby's death might kill him too, but it hadn't. And it had been Bobby, even the Bobby who was a hurt, broken stranger, who had helped Buck look inside himself and find what he needed to live.

"Is that enough?"

Buck still isn't sure. But he figures he owes it to Bobby to keep trying until he is.

"Eddie?"

"Yeah, Buck."

"Bobby asked about you all the time. He kept calling Ravi "Eddie" for like the first month that you were gone. It was an accident at first, but after that I think he just wanted to rile Ravi up. He wanted me to convince you those caffeine drinks were going to kill you. He sent me articles." As he speaks, Buck watches Eddie go still, then watches grief fill his eyes even as he manages a wet laugh at Bobby's hatred of energy drinks.

"He tried to tell me it counted as driving under the influence."

"Yeah, I think that was one of the articles," Buck laughs. Licking his lips before speaking again, he says, "He loved you, Eddie. And he was so proud of you. Not- not just for going to get Christopher, but for everything. And I think. If you had been there. He would have wished you weren't. He would have wanted you to be safe. He would have wanted you to keep living.

"There wasn't anything you could have done."

Sitting back, Eddie sniffs back his emotion and wipes harshly at his eyes before turning to Buck and saying, "I know."

"I know you weren't there and I can't imagine what it would be like not knowing, but I promise-"

"I do know," Eddie croaks, his eyes wide and heartbroken and as honest as Buck has seen them since he's been home. "If there was anything that anyone could do, you guys would have done it. And so would he."

This time when they embrace, they fall into it together. Eddie's arms are tight around Buck and Buck's face is buried in the crook of Eddie's neck. Feeling Eddie exhale and his body soften and relax under Buck's touch, Buck feels something in himself unwinding too. And there, just for a moment, it feels like Bobby is in the room with him, looking in from the doorway, and smiling.

[megapteraurelia]

neighbour!kuroo who gets a concerning call in the middle of work; your hysteric voice sounding high and tinny through the cellphone, in a way that had the palms of his hands sweating and his heart pumping blood faster than was probably healthy for his body.

"emergency," he throws out towards the secretary, not stopping his stride to the staircases, because even though he was high up in the building, he couldn't stand still while waiting on the elevator. he'd rather just up and move himself.

"okay, deep breaths, you got it, good, good," he took two steps down at once, jumping over the last ones, "what happened?"

"he won't give me my mail, kuroo. i'm still registered with his address, and i forgot, god, i'm so dumb—"

neighbour!kuroo who dislikes hearing you put yourself down immensely, whose heart aches at the fact that even after you had broken up with him, your ex boyfriend continued being a piece of shit. "that idiot ever heard of privacy of correspondence? that's an actual law. we can go to the police, you know?"

"i don't— i don't want to make this bigger, you know? or, i don't— what if he ends up getting mad—maybe, i don't know. i'm sorry."

"you don't have to be. i'll be there soon and then we'll get your mail back first, okay?"

"okay."

neighbour!kuroo who finds himself knocking on that dipshit's door, thinking that at some point even as simple a word as no will have to be understood, right?

because this time, he really, really is not going to stop hammering it into that thick head until your ex learned his lesson. because if he gets another call like that for any reason, he may have to make a call himself, to a certain police officer all the way in miyagi to ask if there's anything to be done to help move things along a bit quicker. because he may just risk being escorted to the police station himself.

because kuroo doesn't want to see you get hurt again. doesn't want to hear the panic in your voice, the hitches in your breath as you try to force oxygen into your lungs amongst the tears coating your voice thickly.

the idiot doesn't open. of course, he doesn't.

kuroo sighs, because man, this is some serious bullshit.

he knocks again, harder, knuckles ringing with the aftereffect of his force, "listen, man. that fuckass thing you're doing is not cute. do you know how creepy it is to hold mail hostage, of all things? i hope you get that it's pathetic. i mean i'm not sure what i expected of a boy your age and stature—"

the door ripped open because there's two things that are a constant in this life:

kuroo's hair defying all physical laws.

kuroo's incredible handsomeness, wit, sexiness, general awesomeness, complete— okay, yeah. just the fact that kuroo's really good at riling up people.

neighbour!kuroo who towers over your ex, who stems his hand against the door so that there's no way it could be shut again, who cuts your ex boyfriend off before he could prove himself to be dumber than bread loaf. though, that would be an insult to the bread, kuroo thinks and he'd laugh at himself if he wasn't so set on bringing your ex down a peg.

"where's her mail?" kuroo spits out, and then continues before he can get an answer: "i want it. now. because if you won't hand it over, i'll come in and collect it all myself, got it?"

the idiot scoffs, "yeah, right. i'mma jus' call the police on you—"

"sure, and then we can let them know how much of a stalker you've been, hm? don't worry, i won't leave anything out, i'm a great storyteller."

your ex exhales sharply, annoyed, eyes staring up into kuroo's and he holds the gaze, because if he doesn't, then he'll have lost.

by all means, kuroo isn't a sore loser, he really isn't, but this is not a game, and he's never backed down from a fight. isn't going to start now, either. his fingers turn white on the door frame.

neighbour!kuroo watches the retreating back of your ex boyfriend for a second, and finally allows himself to blink and clear the slight dryness coating his eyes. when he comes back, there was a small pile of letters in his hands, and kuroo makes it a point to grip the paper but not take it yet.

maybe one last hammering and the nail will sit, snug and tight.

"i know what you're doing, dude, and i'm telling you that it won't work. she's not alone." kuroo waits until an almost meek nod escapes your dipshit ex, before he pulls the mail out with a determined tug. and because he's got manners, he says, waving the letters: "thanks for these."

neighbour!kuroo who opens the door to his apartment and finds you closer than expected. he turns to the shut door, and back to your guilty shuffling with the dried smudged makeup stains, "eavesdropping, hm? couldn't help yourself?"

"shut up," you mutter but then you come closer, and kuroo's breath hitches ever so slightly, losing the attempted grin, because he can smell your perfume and he can feel your body's heat when you lay your head against his chest, right on his thumping heart.

"i'm sorry."

"what for?"

kuroo doesn't know what you mean, doesn't remember what you were even talking about, just— chin slightly dipped, eyes roving over your hair, begging that you can't hear the pace of his heart betraying the second time of the day sweat gathered on the palm of his hand. this time for a far more different reason.

"or no. not just that. sorry, and— i'm thankful."

voice soft and vibrating against his chest, his skin is burning from where you lifted your head to look at him. oh, he was going to burst.

"you could," he swallows and for a split second thinks whether he should just say it. he considers not to, but the expecting look in your eyes wins him over, "you could, hah maybe, put down this as your registered address. this apartment, i mean. here."

neighbour!kuroo who wonders if he should say the next words, but you beat him to it, "as home?"

"yeah."

kuroo was glad you're not leaning on his chest anymore, because his heart rate is going through the roof, but the downside is that he cannot look away from your face. lured in, a call to respond to: the soft curves of your features, the expression you wear that he doesn't know how to interpret. the way your lips open slightly, the slow blink of your eyelids, he wants to kiss you so badly. would you let him?

"the apartment viewing is tomorrow," you say, still standing so close, and your finger tips are brushing the cuffs of his sleeves.

he responds, "i know."

the silence draws out and it feels like there's things brewing outside his control. he doesn't know at what heat they're simmering, whether they would continue to cook if he turns it off because it's an electrical stove or if things are just going to snuff out because turns out that it's a gas stove after all. is it even seasoned well?

he just knows that there's things coming together, atoms upon atoms whirling around each other, bouncing off each other, brownian molecular movement in full swing. it's a simple equation in his mind: the acceleration of his heart and the heat of both your bodies inches away from each other, spurring things on.

neighbour!kuroo who looks at you, sees the hesitation in your eyes, the little turn of the corners of your mouth pointing down, and understands.

"it's alright. we'll go look at it tomorrow, yeah?"

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TAGLIST | @takes1 @origamipivo @sailanne

[kunimimii]

Haikyuu boys Ass or Boobs - Please?

Content warnings: Light bondage, medium smut including: fingering and grinding, mentions of hentai, biting, breast cancer, multiple orgasms WC: 475

Kenma was a boobs guy. Undoubtedly. You didn’t even have to ask him, you could tell by the way his eyes would be fixed on your chest whenever you wore a slightly low cut top. Or by the way he would give you his merch a size or two too small so the fabric would stretch over your pretty tits. Or maybe even by the way he’d insist on checking you over for lumps and bumps, on the grounds that, “you could have breast cancer,” and “he just wants to be safe.”

He’d constantly be touching them as well, whenever he could, if he wasn’t sleeping or playing a game, he’d be on top of you, resting his head between the valley of your breasts, delicately caressing them with his fingers. 

Sometimes he’d even go as far as biting and suckling on them, dragging the flat of his tongue over the delicious swell of your chest, grazing his teeth over your pert, hardened nipples. 

-

“Ke- ahh! Kenma! No more..”

You beg breathlessly, squirming against the bed. He gave only a small ‘huh?’ through his pants, golden eyes flicking up to meet yours before returning again to the lower half of your body.

Saying that your entire body ached was the understatement of the year. Because it ached. For hours now, Kenma had three fingers knuckle deep pumping in and out of your cunt whilst he sucked fervently on your bruised breasts, occasionally grinding his hips on your thigh with a drawn out whine.

Your wrists were bound above your head with Kenma's belt, which he had taken off in a hurry as soon as he got home, finding you asleep on his bed. He had just come back from a convention he went to visit with a couple of his friends, and because of delays and other various issues, he was forced to be away from you for much longer than he liked to be. 

Important qualities of Kenma were: one. He wasn’t a fan of jerking himself off, and two, hentai made him lose his mind.

What was hidden in every corner of the convention? Big boobed anime girls.

So upon his unexpected arrival, you woke up with your wrists tied to the slatted headboard, and your boyfriend humping the side of your leg. 

Fast forward three orgasms to now, he was refusing to stop, or let up just the smallest bit.

“Baby..” You plead with a hoarse voice, jerking your head to displace the stray hairs blocking your vision.

“Yeah?” His tone was flat as he answered, grinding slower against your thigh.

“No more!” 

He finally looked up at you, a mixture of drool and both of your cum smeared around his pink lips. After a moment of thought, he spoke.

“Let me cum on your tits and I’ll be satisfied. Please baby.”

A/N: First post.. kinda nervous.. anyway I didn't write much smut for Kenma, but I'm thinking of making a part two or a similar post with the same idea. I think I'll make more of these with different HQ boys

Do not post, edit, translate or plagiarize my work on or off tumblr. I encourage taking inspiration and ideas.

[traumadumpwriter]

Nasty Secret

Bf! Rafe Cameron x Kook Reader 🍓

Based off this ask: “Do you think you could do an imagine where Rafe finds out that the reader has been SAd in her past and he gets mad about it?”

Trigger warning for: sexual assault, trauma, coercion, alcohol, explicit violence, blood

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Word Count: 4.9k

(Divider by @kodaswrld )

Part One:

Everything in your life had been so different since you'd become Rafe's girlfriend almost a year ago. He'd found you and pulled you from the depths of a depression that you'd never even been able to acknowledge - let alone understand - and he'd never forced you for answers.

His assumption had been that you were just... well, sad. Sad about the silly things that girls get sad about - their appearances, grades, relationships, friendships and such. It was clear to him that your self esteem was low for whichever reason, and so he did what he could to lift it - and it had worked.

He was a good boyfriend - a great boyfriend - and you felt beyond grateful to have him. He'd given you the confidence and clarity of mind to move on from the bad state that you'd been in - but you'd never given him the explicit details of the depths of that time, nor had you ever planned on it. As much as Rafe was doting, he was also volatile and judgemental. You didn't want to risk making yourself seem any more vulnerable than you'd surely already seemed, nor did you want him to see you as tainted.

But all of that had been forgotten anyway. Things had been perfect. You didn't need to tell him.

It was a standard summer day in Figure Eight when Rafe called you, the sun reflected in his upbeat tone - a pearly white grin audible.

"Come to the courts. I'm here with Top and some of the boys."

You couldn't help but grin also, although the thought of watching your boyfriend and his friends play basketball was not particularly exciting.

"How long are you gonna be playing for?"

"I'm not sure but some of their girls are here too - Georgia, Elle, Sasha, the ones you like."

"I like all of your friends girlfriends!" You protested which Rafe playfully scoffed at.

"Sure you do. Look babe I've gotta get back to the game. Come here - I wanna show you off."

"Okay, okay. I'll be there soon."

"Love you- Oh and bring a bikini or something if you wanna get in the pool, we're going Toppers after."

And then the line went dead.

You took a breath, excited and anxious for a moment, before heading to your wardrobe. Living in the Outer Banks meant that you had cupboards full of bikinis and different swimsuits, and you decided to go with an espresso coloured two piece, easy to wear under your t-shirt and shorts.

The walk to the basketball courts from your house was only fifteen minutes, it's perfectly flat gravel and polished fencing fitting perfectly into the white suburbia that surrounded it. With your earphones in and the sun beaming on you, the walk was nice and you were in a good mood. Which became a great mood instantly upon seeing the broad, statuesque shape of your boyfriend up ahead.

Topper was the first to notice you, standing and smiling for a short moment before shaking his head and speaking to Rafe. He'd obviously spoken your name because the taller man sharply turned around to face you, a curve pulling at his lips as he eyed you up and down, stepping towards the metal fence to greet you there.

Behind him there was a large group of lads playing basketball and a smaller group of girls stood chatting, both making a considerable amount of noise. Neither of them had even entered your peripheral yet though, your gaze so focused on the handsome body waiting to touch yours.

Rafe hugged you tightly, kissing the top of your head, and quickly squeezed one of your butt cheeks before pulling away, knowing you would jump and giggle at the touch as you did. The fact that he knew you in such an intimate way gave him a high, cemented in with every predicted action. You were his. He smirked and let his hand drop lazily to your waist.

"Busy day, princess?"

"Somewhat. Mostly gardening."

"You and those plants." He teased which you playfully scoffed at.

"You won't be laughing when you're eating my fresh, completely homemade cooking."

"Yeah you're right, I won't. God I need to wife you up." He mumbled that last part.

"What-"

"Nothing babe, come on let me introduce you to the boys. They're all tourons, some of them have summer houses here. You might've seen them around before."

You chuckled, still spinning from that last comment before suddenly having your concentration shift to the new matter at hand. Still your eyes didn't move from Rafe's.

"Are they like- touron tourons?"

"Maybe, but they're all chill. Now let me show you off." He grinned and you complied, stepping over to the group with your side pressed against Rafe's.

There were five lads, not including Topper and Kelce who were still dribbling the ball around behind the group as they paused the game to greet you. Your eyes briefly scanned over the their faces, smiling and introducing yourself with a casual hand shake one by one until you looked up at the last one and froze.

Your blood ran cold. For a second you were able to convince yourself that it wasn't who you thought it was, but then he grinned and your stomach did an uncomfortable flip, confirming that you were in fact looking up at Bryce Saunders; one of the many millionaire, frat boy douche bags that tended to frequent the island, and the guy who had forced himself onto you a year prior.

It was a night that you'd managed so well to forget, never returning to the house in which it had happened and never daring to tell anyone about it. Especially not your boyfriend.

Now it all came back to you in a sickening rush of memory, and you took a step back from the bulky lad, suddenly feeling like a shy, uncomfortable child under his satisfied gaze.

"How you doing Y/N? Long time no see." He held out his hand to shake and you flinched away, earning an unimpressed look from Rafe.

At that you quickly straightened up and took his hand, feeling sick at the touch but forcing a smile.

"You know each other?" Rafe questioned, his eyes darting between you both.

Bryce was seemingly unfazed by the accusatory tone, looking back at Rafe with an unaffected smile and a friendly chuckle.

"Barely. Met at a party last year, think we smoked a joint. She's a cool girl, man. Look after her."

Rafe returned the smile, his posture relaxing as he proudly agreed that you were a "cool girl" and confirmed that he did in fact "look after you very well" whilst you stood beside him in mortified silence. When you could finally step away you realised that you'd been holding your breath, and you took a deep inhale before making it to the group of girlfriends stood on the side of the court.

They greeted you excitedly as per and you did your best to play along, but you weren't able to make conversation as well as usual, your eyes continuously drifted back to Bryce, your heart rate increasing each time.

The night that it had happened, you could barely even remember - but you knew that it was real. You'd had bruises the next day to prove it. All you knew for sure was that you'd been drinking a lot at a party and Bryce had been the one supplying you drinks. One minute you were fine, the next you were trying to fight off a two hundred pound athlete in some bed that wasn't yours.

Looking at him, laughing and joking as he ran about with Rafe, you felt sick. Sick with an indescribable dread, like Bryce was somehow dirtying your boyfriend with his mere presence.

"Are you okay?" You turned to your right and saw that Georgia, Topper's current fling, was speaking to you.

The other women were engaged in some gossipy sounding conversation, and you realised that they'd drifted almost a foot from you whilst you'd not moved position since you'd first said hi. You blinked a couple of times and quickly collected your senses, straightening your back and forcing an awkward smile.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just tired."

She looked as if she was going to question you further so you quickly asked "Do you know when we're going to Toppers?" successfully distracting the girl with an excuse to look over at the man in question.

"Hmm, I don't know. They're pretty into their game." She sighed dreamily before turning back to you. "I can probably ask him for his key though, then us and the girls can go party in the pool instead of waiting around here."

You didn't even have to reply for Georgia to turn around and rush over to Topper, who quickly agreed and handed her his key before jumping back into the game. The walk to his was quick and soon you, Georgia and two other girls were sat in the pool, sipping on glasses of wine and laughing with each other.

You'd started to relax instantly as soon as you were no longer in Bryce's presence, though you still felt shaken up, and the Thornton's stocked wine fridge was a welcome treat. The chatter of the girls was a good distraction too, especially as you all gradually got more drunk and the conversations became more ridiculous. Elle, Kelce's girlfriend, was particularly hilarious, overly honest about their sex life to the point of being extremely crass, getting some deep belly laughs from the rest of you.

But then she paused, her eyes going wide and a dramatic gasp leaving her lips like she'd suddenly remembered an extremely juicy piece of gossip, and you all leaned in closer.

"Have you guys heard about that Bryce guy?" She asked, slurring as she spoke.

Your body went rigid under the shimmering water, your grip on your drink suddenly tightening and your breath getting caught in your chest.

"Heard what?" Sally, one of the touron's girlfriends, casually asked, sipping on her drink with an amused smile, completely oblivious to how still you'd become.

Elle's eyes went wide again and she lowered her voice, though was unable to hide the excitement in her face that she felt for the eager gazes upon her.

"Well, it's fucked up, I don't even know if it's true, I doubt it is-"

"Just spit it out." Georgia grinned.

"Okay- okay. But you can't tell anyone you heard it from me. And I'm serious when I say it's fucked up, like if it's true we're being bitches right now-"

"It can't be that bad." Sally muttered.

"Well apparently he- like, roofied this girl last summer. Some Pogue, I can't even remember her name."

The playful mood suddenly dropped and all four of you were quiet for a moment before Georgia asked "Who did you even hear this from? Surely it's not true, he's such a nice guy."

Such a nice guy. That's what you had thought too. Your lips felt glued shut and your tongue like a heavy iron, any sound you could've made impossible to escape.

"Heard it from Jennie, but she said that the girl is like, a massive slut and just fucking weird. So, who knows." Elle shrugged.

"Well surely if it was true he would be in jail. And it's definitely not. I know Bryce, he's the nicest guy ever. Whoever that girl is should get her ass beat for spreading shit like that. That can ruin a man's life." Sally interjected with sudden irritation.

"That's so true. I didn't even think about that." Georgia mused, twiddling with the tiny umbrella in her drink before taking a sip.

Elle snorted, amusement returning to her face.

"Those are meant for cocktails, not rosé."

"Don't act like you don't want one." Georgia returned with a chuckle, sparking a debate of whether cocktail accessories were acceptable for other drinks.

Between everyone but you that was.

You quietly excused yourself to go to the bathroom and then found yourself in the kitchen, pouring yourself a shot from the liquor cabinet. The liquid burned your throat but soothed the rising rate of the beating in your chest, giving you a chance to catch your breath that you didn't realise you were holding.

"Another girl he's done it to. I wonder if that was before or after me. If it was after me... I could've stopped it... I could've told someone... Should I tell someone now?" Your thoughts wandered in a few different directions, each road paved with shame.

Whatever the correct answer was, you decided to take another shot and try to force it all from your mind. You went to the bathroom, took a few more deep breaths and fixed your hair in the mirror, then made your way back to the pool.

As you walked through the pool house, the sound of deeper voices pricked your ears over the music and you realised that the boys had arrived. Topper's loud holler almost deafened you as you stepped back outside, chuckling at the sight of him having been chucked into the pool. Then your eyes leapt from him to the culprit - your grinning boyfriend, who's shirtless body was already glistening. His gaze quickly turned to you and his grin only widened, his arms opening and his feet naturally moving towards yours. Up and down his eyes ran across your form before he planted a hard kiss on your lips and squeezed your butt.

You squeaked into the kiss and could feel the pinkness forming on your face, even as you tried to play it cool and casually ask "So did you win?" like you weren't melting from his touch.

Rafe lifted his face away from you with an amused smile, his eyes boring into yours in the intense way that they always seemed to. A mix of adoration and ownership.

"Of course I did. You should've stayed and watched it." He gloated, quickly shooting a teasing glance in Topper's direction. "How about you? You girls been playing any competitive sports?"

"Totally. I just thrashed Elle at a game of ice hockey. And before that Georgia beat us all in extreme dodgeball."

"Anyone could thrash Elle at a game of anything, she's fucking wasted." Rafe remarked with a quiet smile, a gleam of trouble in his eyes. "I'm gonna make myself a drink, you want one?"

"A vodka coke would be great."

"Onto the hard stuff are we? Thought I could taste that. You trying to party hard tonight?"

You thought about it for a moment. Were you even really trying to party at all? Not really. But you couldn't say no to your boyfriend, especially not when he was so visibly excited, and so you returned his smile.

"Maybe I am."

Rafe's impeccably white teeth became visible again and he leant down to speak to you softly before heading swiftly into the pool house.

"Good girl. And good bikini choice. I like it, a lot."

You stood still for a moment after he'd departed, having to swallow and control the butterflies in your stomach before you returned to the pool. Topper, Kelce and Sally's boyfriend Monty we're all sat in the seats engraved into the shallow end with their girlfriends on their laps, and you joined them in one of the empty seats, beyond relieved that Bryce hadn't come with them.

Then there was a big splash, followed by shouting and then another splash and more shouting, and suddenly there were two more men in the pool. The men that they'd been playing basketball with. And one of them was Bryce.

Everyone laughed and welcomed them over, cracking jokes and making conversation, whilst you felt yourself again unable to move, almost feeling like a prey hiding from some big predator in the wild, hoping that if you stayed still enough he wouldn't be able to see you. It didn't work. After greeting everyone else, Bryce smiled and made his way over to you, sitting at the seat beside yours, his shoulder brushing against yours for a second. You almost gagged at the touch.

"So how have you been since I saw you?" He asked.

"Fine."

"Well that's good. I've been working with my father for his yacht company. Tiring work, I've definitely earned this holiday."

You didn't reply, crossing your arms and looking away from him at the other conversations happening around you, hoping that he would latch onto one of them instead and leave you alone. It didn't work.

"Okay, rude.” He scoffed with amusement. “Is there some kind of issue-”

Rafe's shout broke out from across the yard as he exited the pool house with a tray full of drinks in his hands.

"Come get 'em bitches!"

Everyone jumped out and grabbed a drink so after quickly grabbing yours, you took the opportunity to sit further away from Bryce, and felt extremely relieved when Rafe joined you and you were able to sit on his lap - where Bryce wouldn't dare to disturb you.

The evening continued on with an uncomfortable edge - for you at least - as despite how much you all drank, you couldn't shake Bryce's gaze from the back of your head. When everyone ended up drunkenly playing a variation of water polo in the pool - yourself and the other girlfriends balanced on the shoulders of your prospective boyfriends - it was fun at first. But then after everyone had thrown into the water a few times, Bryce's hand made it's way to your shoulder - taking a chance in amongst the chaos to grab your attention in a way that was quick, but also heavy and assertive.

"Hey- is there some kind of issue with us?" He asked with a casual grin, though his voice was quiet and his eyes flickered between you and Rafe - who was wrestling Kelce a few metres away.

You didn't answer. You hadn't expected him to actually have the nerve to try to speak with you again: Instead, you just thinned your eyes at him and turned away, climbing out of the pool and heading towards the pool house to make yourself another drink. You turned around to offer to make drinks for everyone else too, but decided that you weren't going to shout over the playful chaos or even try to get Rafe's attention when he was so gleefully beating up one of his best friends.

The air inside the pool house was cool against your exposed skin, outside still being humid and warm despite the now dark night sky. It was refreshing and you took a few deep breaths of the air conditioned coolness before opening the liquor cabinet, deciding that a gin and lemonade would be the right thing to soothe your nerves. Goosebumps raised across your arms and a shiver ran down your spine as you popped open the lid, then you heard the sound of someone entering the room from behind you.

"Is this about last summer? Because I was a bit rough that one time?" Bryce sounded annoyed, but almost amused as he once again placed his hand on your shoulder, causing you to sharply turn around.

You shoved his hand from you and hissed your reply, not expecting the words to come out with the force that they did.

"A bit rough? You fucking roofied me. I didn't want to have sex with you-"

"Roofied you?" He cut you off with a sharp scoff, the amusement in his tone increasing with the aggression in his eyes. "You said that you wanted to get fucked up and forget some stupid drama. I gave you what you wanted!"

You felt your teeth grit and your fists clench as you looked up into his unaffected eyes, remembering how you hadn't been able to scrub his touch from you for weeks after it had happened. Remembering how you'd secretly cried after sleeping with Rafe for the first couple of times, uncertain exactly of why but just knowing that your body felt wrong. Remembering how he'd entirely taken advantage of you in an already low state, and then completely violated you.

"Fuck you." You spat out, struggling to keep your composure. "Get out of here."

"Why? You scared you lover-boy's gonna find out you're not as innocent as he thinks you are?"

"Get out of here, Bryce." You repeated, refusing to back down despite the dampness that you could feel struggling to get past your waterline.

"Or what?" He grinned, though his tone was as hissing as yours.

Then he grabbed your wrists, easily squeezing them in one hand, like he knew that you were about to shove him away. Did he have some kind of sixth sense when it came to harassing women? The colour drained from your face, and although you logically knew that it would be near impossible for him to hurt you and get away with it, in that moment you found yourself considering what you would tell Rafe if he walked in. Like he would be catching you in the act of something awful, like it was your fault that Bryce had ever touched you in the first place. Your breath caught in your throat and you couldn't even think of what to respond to his taunt with.

"What the hell is going on in here?"

Your head turned sharply to see Georgia stumbling in with furrowed brows, her eyes darting between you both and quickly noticing your discomfort. You'd never felt so grateful to hear her ditsy, slurred voice in all your time of knowing her.

Bryce straightened up immediately, his eyes that had just seemed so black returning to their normal shade along with his signature relaxed grin. He cleared his throat and quickly removed his hand from you before stepping away.

"I think Y/N needs to drink some water. She's drank a bit too much." He said to Georgia with a smile and a nod, then walked back out to the pool.

A few moments passed, you hadn't realised how heavy you were breathing until the volume of your heartbeat in your ears finally lowered.

"What was that?" Georgia asked.

You didn't answer, still catching up with your senses, unsure of whether you were going to cry or not.

"Y/N? What was that? You looked terrified." She repeated, stumbling closer to you, eyes wide with concern.

"I-It was nothing." You replied quietly, looking to the floor.

"That was not nothing, you're literally shaking. Should I get Rafe?-"

At that your eyes darted back up to hers and you desperately cut her off.

"N-No... You can't tell anyone!"

"O-Okay. Of course not. Just tell me what's happening, Y/N. You're scaring me."

And you opened your mouth to answer - to quickly soothe her fear. But the words wouldn't come out, nor would they soothe anything. A heavy silence hung in the air and Georgia's previously worried expression turned into one of unfortunate understanding.

"That rumour about him. It’s true, isn’t it?" She said quietly, a shiver running down her spine.

You nodded and she was quick to pull you into a hug, and although you appreciated the sentiment, you didn't want it.

"Oh my God, Y/N. Why didn't you say? Oh come here. I'm so sorry he's even been around you. We've got to get him out of here. We need to make sure all women stay away from him, we've got to tell everyone-"

"No." You were quick to cut her off again, speaking in a tone of certainty. "Rafe cannot know! No one can know. I don't want anything to do with any of this. I just want him to stay far away from me and let me forget it."

Georgia's brows crossed lightly at that, as if she couldn't understand you at all.

"B-But he should go to prison. And if you're not going to do that... how else do we stop it from happening to anyone else?"

"Just let everyone know he's a perv- I don't know Georgia! Just leave my name out of it. You promise?"

With a deep sigh and a hesitant nod, she promised. Her eyes suddenly examining you with a new look of unsettlement.

"I'm gonna go home anyway, tell Rafe I drank too much." You mumbled, walking towards the door without looking back up at her.

"Okay, that's probably a good idea."

When you finally stepped back out into the garden it felt like it had been hours, though it had only realistically been less than ten minutes. You were quick to slide on your clothes over your wet bikini and tell Rafe that you needed to leave. Georgia backed you up by claiming that you'd been sick in the pool house toilet whilst she was in there - something that once again appreciated but also hated. It turned the slightly unimpressed expression on Rafe's face to one of amusement.

"Aww my poor angel, too sweet to handle the booze?" He teased, stretching out of the pool and shaking himself dry, stumbling slightly.

"Did you get it everywhere?" Taunted Elle with a giggle that you completely ignored.

You were distracted by the comfort of Rafe's arms around you, feeling so suddenly and profoundly safe that your waterline no longer needed to hold anything back. And when Rafe heard your sniffle, it was like his body sobered up entirely, suddenly stiffening and his voice going serious.

"Okay, okay. We're going babe. We'll go on my bike." He whispered.

And although you would've usually argued at the prospect of him driving so intoxicated, you were feeling a desperate anxiety unlike any you'd ever experienced in your time with Rafe, and the world felt like it was caving in on you. You were only able to breathe properly again once you were speeding down the road, your arms wrapped tightly around Rafe's waist and the wind feeling sharp against your skin. You pressed your face into his back and could feel his heartbeat, vibrating like the drum beat of a battle tune, and let more tears fall, though you weren't entirely sure why. You were with Rafe now, he would always protect you. Maybe you were just a bit shook up.

When the bike finally came to a stop and you both got off, Rafe pulled you into a tight hug before you could step towards the house. He placed a kiss on the top of your head and then gently wiped away a tear falling from your eye with his thumb, which felt so big next to your face.

"What's wrong baby?"

"I don't know, I- I drank too much." You stumbled on your words with a sniffle.

Rafe's brows furrowed slightly, examining the way that you couldn't keep your eyes locked onto his and the nervous fidgeting that you were doing with your hands.

"I've seen you drink a lot more. You've been acting weird all day." He pressed, his voice still soft but getting sterner. "Has something happened?"

He had given you the perfect opportunity to confess, his jaw stiff with the anxiety of waiting for your answer, and for a second you almost told him the truth, your lips quivering. But when they opened, it was just so much easier to let a lie out.

"No- I- I don't think I drank enough water. I really don't feel good. I hate being sick, C-Can we just go inside please? I r-really want a shower, and then cuddles."

The sweet tone of your question faded the clarity that rafe had started to see with, a little smile pulling at the corner of his lips. He knew that your favourite thing at the end of a stressful day was to take a long, hot shower and then curl up in bed next to him, watching a show or scrolling through your phone. It made him feel good inside to know that he could bring you that kind of comfort - that after a bad day, he would be the thing to make it better. And so he was quick to nod and lead you inside, keeping his arm around your waist until you parted ways at the bathroom door.

Whilst you scrubbed at your skin and silently cried under the pounding water, Rafe was none-the-wiser. He still didn't understand why you had been crying, and he had found your behaviour strange, but he didn't suspect that anything serious had occurred. Maybe one of the girls had made a mean comment and you were just drunkenly overreacting, or maybe being sick had just made you want to cry for some reason - that seemed most likely. Whatever the reason, he was quite intoxicated and soon became distracted with the task of making you some toast and bringing it upstairs on your favourite pink plate along with a glass of water and some paracetamol, then tidying the bed and finding something to watch.

When you finally came out of the bathroom, wrapped in one of his huge towels, you seemed tired and emotional - but nothing too out of the ordinary. Just the result of a day of drinking in the sun. Rafe switched on a nature documentary and let you cuddle up to his side, silently marvelling to himself at how sweet you looked in your linen nightdress as you mumbled things about the animals on screen. He chuckled and playfully argued with some of your remarks, like trying to convince you that he could single handedly take on a mountain lion, and you slowly fell asleep, feeling surprisingly peaceful.

"I love you." You'd whispered.

"I love you too." Rafe returned, lightly kissing your head before you fully drifted into the realm of unconsciousness.

Part 2 will be uploaded asap! I promise a few days max! I hope y’all enjoy this it took me ages to write lol.

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Three Pointer 2

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: When you go down to see your brother at the basketball courts, you find yourself drawn into a game you don’t quite understand.

Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes

Note: I think one more part will do the trick.

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"Whatever she said, she's lying," Carter spits.  

You stand, dumbfounded, speechless. You must be imagining it. No way he's talking to them like that. No way they're doing what they're doing. It was only basketball, it was only ice cream.  

"Ha," Bucky scoffs. "She didn't have to say anything. You said it all yourself."  

"Bro? What does that even mean?"  

Steve clucks. "We heard you and your buddies. And we heard the way you talk to her."  

"Whatever. You guys were across the court."  

"Funny thing about super soldiers, we got sharp ears," Bucky snorts.  

"Even if we are old men." Steve chirps.  

"Um, it's... please. It's okay." You say. 

"She's useless," Carter shakes his head. "What's the big deal. Saw you two showing her how to hold the ball. She can't do nothing."  

"You know," Bucky crosses his arms. "I had a sister. Give anything to get her back. Some people just don't got sense."  

"I'm sure she was a lot smarter than here--"  

"On more insult and I'll rip your tongue out," Bucky points at him. "So, step back and shut your mouth. She needs to pack."  

Carter's eyes widen and his cheek twitches. You look at Bucky then Steve. They're staunch and unbending. You never once won an argument with your brother, you don't think you will with them.  

"Come on, sweetheart," Steve beckons you with him as he moves toward the door. "Let's grab your things."  

You nearly tip before you get your feet under you. You gulp as Steve waits, trailing after you as you approach your brother. Carter steps out and stands against the dingy siding.  

"Good luck with her." He huffs and just as soon hacks as Bucky flicks his adam's apple.  

"Warned you," Bucky tuts.  

"Please. Don't hurt him," you beg.  

Bucky raises his palms and backs up. "Sure thing, doll." He sniffs. "You don't got a good thing to say about her and she's still trying to protect you." 

“I don’t need her to protect me,” Carter sneers. 

“Please,” you stop as Steve puts his hand on the door frame. “Carter. Just stop.” 

“Be smart to listen to her,” Bucky drawls. 

You frown and turn away. You shuffle down the hall, Steve right behind you. You shrink down as your eyes wander to the water stain on the wall, then the bit of dust in the corner. You try to keep things tidy but the house is old. 

Steve stands in the doorway of your room as you stop between him and the bed. It’s just that and a two drawer dresser and your bookshelf cluttered with a few novels, a small sewing hoop with an unfinished sunflower cross-stitch, and a crystal vase filled with buttons. Your existence isn’t very glamourous. 

“Steve, I’ll be okay. Carter just says things--” you face him. 

“Just? He’s not very nice. You deserve better.” 

“Look, you’re a nice guy. You are the Captain after all but you don’t need to save me,” you sniff. 

“Maybe I don’t need to. I want to. I don’t like bullies. Never have.” He puts his hands on his hips. 

“He’s my brother.” 

“Family’s more than blood.” He counters. “Look, just a few days. Let him realise he’s being a jerk. How about it?” 

You rub your lips together and dig your toe into the floor. “Why, though?” 

He smiles. “You’re a nice person. You deserve nice things.” He takes a breath. “Go on. Pack a bag.” 

You stare at him for a moment then turn to do as he says. You grab the fraying tote that hangs from the bottom post of your bed. You pack some clothes, a book, and shove your pouch of toiletries on top. You’ll be back. 

You find Steve by your window. His back is to you as he examines the taped edges of the garbage bag that seal out the bugs. He runs his fingers down the plastic. 

“What happened?” He asks. 

“Glass broke,” you say. “Too much money to fix it.” 

“Oh...” he twists at the waist and looks over his shoulder. “How?” 

You look down guiltily. You’re not a snitch. You shrug. 

“Hm, accidents happen, I guess,” he says. “Let’s head out. It’s getting late. We’re all tired.” 

You nod and lead him out of the room. He follows you down the hall to the front door. You find Bucky and Carter glaring at each other. 

Your brother scoffs. “You always were stupid. You dumb girl. What do you think they want from you? You’ll be crawlin’ right back. See if I care. See if I let you back.” 

“Stop while you’re ahead,” Bucky steps up and squares his shoulders. You brother’s about the same height but to skinny to measure up. He doesn’t say anything else. “Thought so.” 

Bucky spins and points down the steps. Steve nudges you. You descend as you hitch the tote up your shoulder.  

You flinch as you feel something brush up your arm. Steve curls his fingers under the strap and lifts it off your shoulder. You let him. You don’t know what to do. Everyone around you is always telling you what to do. You still haven’t figured out how to make them stop. 

🏀

Bucky and Steve’s townhouse is nice. You stand in your socks and take in the front room. There’s a TV mounted above the mantle of the artificial fireplace. Along the ledge, there are oval frames around pictures and ornaments in brass. 

A brown suede couch and matching chairs stand on the vintage rug woven in shades of amber, red, and beige. The tinted sconces on the overhead fixture cast a soft hue over the space and a square coffee table sits at the center of the carpet. The curtains are sheer burgundy and a polished wooden shelf stands against one wall with a curved top and an array of books across its shelves. The room smells faintly of sage. 

“Make yourself at home, doll,” Bucky surprises you as he rubs your arm. “You must be beat. You put up a good game today.” 

“Oh, uh... okay. Um...” 

“Hungry?” He offers. 

“I can make you something,” Steve offers. 

“Oh, no. No, that’s... fine.” You drag your feet into the front room. “I’ll just uh crash on the couch. Keep out of the way.” 

Bucky and Steve step into the archway and share a look between them. 

“The couch? That’s not right. Our mothers would spin in their graves,” Bucky chuckles. 

“Couldn’t let you,” Steve says. “Come on, we’ll show you the bedroom.” 

You nod and go back to them. Steve still has your tote. He goes first and Bucky waits for you to follow before he does the same. You’re led up to the second floor and down to the end of the hall. 

“Grab some extra pillows, Buck,” Steve says. 

Bucky retreats and you hear him open another door as Steve stands in another. He turns and waves you after him. You near and he sidles inside to let you get a view of the room. 

The bed is larger than any you’ve ever seen. Wide; draped in dark blue sheets beneath a grey duvet; striped linen sheathed around the pillows. The night tables match the pale birch of the bed frame beneath sleek azure lamps. The curtains are a similar shade of blue and a long dress supports a row of books between silver bookends and a mounted compass on one end, mirrored by an antique globe at the other. 

“Oh, wow.” 

“Get comfy,” Steve says as he puts your bag on the bed. He takes out the pouch and sifts through the contents. “You got pajamas in here?” 

You scurry forward, shocked at his intrusion. You reach for the bag. “I can find them--” 

“You can have one of my shirts, if you want,” Bucky offers as he leans on the door frame. 

“Um... that’s okay...” 

“Shouldn’t get too cold.” Bucky says. 

“Yeah, we run hot.” Steve agrees as he continues to search your bag. 

“What, er... what do you mean?” 

Steve glances at you then looks past you. You turn to peek at Bucky. He grins. 

“Bed’s big enough. Lotsa room for all of us,” Bucky says. 

“All...” you murmur. “Like I said, I can sleep on the couch--” 

“You won’t. Ladies don’t belong on the couch,” Steve undercuts.  

“But, er...” 

“We’re nice guys. You don’t trust us?” Bucky asks. 

You blink and your lips part. Your eyes dart between them as you swivel your head. “I don’t mean—I just--” 

“We don’t mind,” Bucky pushes away from the door. He reaches for you as he comes close. He caresses your cheek softly. “Find something for her?” 

“Hm,” Steve turns with your striped pajama pants. “No.” 

He tears them down the seam. You gasp. You reach for them and Bucky pulls you back. He presses himself to your back and nuzzles your hair. 

“It’s alright, doll. I said, you can have one of my shirts,” he rasps hotly over your scalp. 

A chill runs up your spine and prickles over your skin. Bucky’s hands knead your shoulders and he purrs.  

Steve’s chin clefts deeply as his grin spreads. “You deserve nice things, sweetheart. We can be nice.” 

What do you say? What can you say? The time for no was back at the house, if you ever had the courage to say so. 

“Worked up a sweat, didn’t you?” Bucky drags his hair up to pet your hair. “You need a nice hot shower.” 

“Me too,” Steve rolls his shoulders and stretches his neck. “Think we all do.” 

You would fall over if Bucky didn’t have a hold of you. Steve nears and strokes your chin. He leans in as you’re locked in place. He kisses your forehead. 

“You’ll feel better.” He assures as he pulls away. 

Your skin tingles where his lips touched, a tickle left by his beard. The smell of his sweat mingles with Bucky and clogs your nose. The man behind you squeezes and turns you. Your feet move clumsily at his silent behest. 

Another door opens, this one attached to the bedroom. Steve enters first. The light flicks on and illuminates the pristine bathroom. White tiles trimmed in blue; a large shower booth encased in glass, with no measure of privacy. 

“Towels,” Steve goes to the tall shelf embedded in the wall. He takes three fluffy towels and hangs them near the shower. 

“Um...” you murmur. “Can I... alone?” 

“It’s alright, doll,” Bucky’s hands settle on the sides of your neck. “We’re taking care of you.” 

“Must be new to you, huh?” Steve arches a thick brow. 

“Erm, but...” you babble as your words fade to air. 

Steve peels off his shirt. You gape at him before tearing your eyes away. His torso is as thick as his arms; corded muscle, dark blond hair across his pecks, thinning out down his stomach to the front of his jeans. 

You latch onto Bucky’s hands and draw away. He could keep you there if he wanted, but he doesn’t. Steve unbuttons his fly and you gasp. 

“I can wait my turn,” you offer. 

“You’re afraid? Of us?” Steve looks at you as he pushes down his zipper. 

“I... I...” you sputter and turn around. You nearly run head first into Bucky’s naked torso. He’s as broad as Steve, a little less but dark hair on his chest, and his metal arm contracts as he opens and closes his fist. 

“Shh, you’re okay, doll,” he coaxes. 

He grabs the bottom of your tee shirt and tugs up. You try to stop him with a squeak. There’s pulling at the back too. You twist and squirm as you’re trapped between the two men. 

“Just tryna clean you up. It’s not good to go to bed dirty.” 

“I can do it myself,” you whine as they get your shirt to your chest. “Please--” 

“Shh, sweetheart,” Steve cooes. “Relax.” 

The yank and you twitch. You have no choice but to raise your arms. The strip off your shirt and goosebumps scatter over you. You quiver and cover your flimsy bra. 

Bucky pets your shoulders as Steve pulls at the back of your bra. It slackens and you squeal. What’s happening? 

“You said you’re nice...” you whisper. 

You don’t know if they hear you. Or if they do, that they care. Bucky pulls your wrists down and helps dispose of your bra. Your nipples peak as you’re left exposed to them. 

Steve strips down to nothing then returns his attention to you. You tremble as he rolls down your shorts.  

You snivel and Bucky puts your hands against his chest and holds them there. He guides them over his skin and hums. Your legs shake as your panties are yanked down to your ankles. 

Steve’s large hands cup your bottom. You lean into Bucky without thinking. He spins you to face the other man. You cry out and stumble back into him. He nudges you away. His shorts fall with a soft whoosh. 

“Please, I’m scared,” you say. 

“Why?” Steve tickles down your throat. “Sweetheart, we’re just taking care of you.” 

Slowly, the urge you to the shower between them. Hands wandering and roving over your naked skin as you cower. Steve pulls the door open and Bucky marches you inside. He gets between you and the showerhead and cranks it on. 

Steve crowds you in from behind. The water sprays down from the showerhead mounted from the ceiling. It’s large enough to rain over all of you. You shudder as you resign yourself to their wills. 

They work in tandem. Steve takes the loofa, Bucky offers the shower gel; they take turns lathering up your skin. Bucky, the front, Steve the back. Their hands linger on your curves, delve along the creases. Their voices roll out in soft purrs and growls. 

Bucky pushes the loofa into your hand. He squeezes your fingers around it. You stare at it, your lashes webbed from the downpour.  

He guides you around to face Steve and leads your hand. Steve stands patiently as Bucky helps you scrub him down; neck, shoulders, chest, stomach. The muscles tighten at your touch. 

Steve trails his fingers up your sides as you wash him. Lower and you nearly recoil. His delight isn’t subtle. Like the rest of him, it’s hard to miss. 

You’re dizzy as you’re spun again. This time, Steve helps you with Bucky. He brings your hands to his thick dark hair and guides you in scratching his scalp, his thick locks dripping over his face. 

More hands on you; thighs, hips, stomach, chest. Kneading, feeling, groping. You are nothing more than a toy to them. 

When the water shuts off, you’re left buzzing. Your legs are shaky, your head is spinning, and your skin is alight. You stand on the fluffy bathmat as they dry you off. Your teeth chatter but you’re not cold. 

You look from one to the other. Their eyes are dilated and dark. They are not the friendly men you met on the court. Nor are they the heroes you saw on the news. 

[taesansbeloved]

DO YOU TRUST ME? (엔하이펜)

synopsis: when you ask for their phone. warnings 🚨 fluff, fluff, fluff, pet names, skinship, and a lot of cliché romantic stuff :) not proofread 👍🏻

(maknae line)

a/n HIHI this is Nova again. you can find the hyung line here! and I hope you enjoy this. also thank you for the love on the hyung line post :> also I got some requests, so I'll get to those later ;) hyung line here

Sunoo (선우)

"what?" He asked as his smile grew wider. "sweetie, you never ask for my phone. what's the occasion?" He asked as he handed you his phone nonetheless. "no reason. Just wanted to see if you're actually gonna give it to me." You said with a cheeky smile as you threw yourself ontop of him on the couch. "Ofcourse, I'll give to you. My things are your things." He said as he gently ran his fingers through your hair. You giggled as you looked up at him with doe eyes making him melt in the process. "It was actually a tiktok I saw this morning and the guy in the video was such a red flag. He started asking millions of questions and didn't even give her his phone at the end." You shared as he stared at your beautiful face with tender eyes and a soft smile. "But you are THE green flag." You said as a red tint made it's way up your face, exposing your flustered state under sunoo's loving eyes. Sunoo chuckled as he cupped your face and give you a soft kiss on your forehead. "And you are THE green flag girlfriend, that's for sure." He said as he held you protectively.

Jungwon (정원)

You were about to commence with your plan when Jungwon's phone suddenly started ringing. You stayed there not knowing what to do until Jungwon looked up from his book and glanced at his phone that was jnfront of you. "darling, can you please answer the phone for me?" He asked giving you his best puppy eyes that always worked. You stood there, starstruck. "You want me to answer your phone for you?" You asked. Jungwon looked at you with a frown as he nodded. "Yes, baby. It's not like I'm hiding anything from you." He said with a find smile before returning back to his book, leaving you and his ringing phone alone. You answered the phone and it turned out to be Ni-ki asking if he could leave Bisco with you and Jungwon for a few day, which you happily accepted. As soon as the phone call ended, you tackled Jungwon on the couch, making him chuckle and hold you tightly. "What's wrong, pretty girl?" He asked, not used to the sudden act of affection. "Nothing, I just love you." You whispered, burying your face in the crook of his neck making him chuckle. "I love you, gorgeous." He said back, as he looked at you with the most loving eyes before leaving a soft kiss on your plump lips.

Ni-ki (니키)

Your gentle knocks were unnoticed by Ni-ki who had his gaming headphones on and pressing random keyboard keys while playing a video game. You peeked your head inside making Ni-ki a little startled. "Hey, babe. What's up?" He asked he muted his mic and took his headphones off, but still aggressively pressing random keyboard keys. "Hello, can I ask a weird question?" You ask, running your fingers through his fluffy hair, making him lean into your touch more. "Oh no. What is it?" He asked with a smirk and a playful glint in his eyes. You smacked his the back of his head lightly before saying, "can I have your phone for a sec? He looked away from his computer for a second to glance at you before returning back to the game. "That's it? Well, yeah. Here." He said, removing one hand from the keyboard and handing you his phone. "Oh.. just like that?" You asked, dumbfoundedly looking at his phone that is placed on the palm of your hand. Ni-ki paused the game and turned his chair towards you. "What do you mean?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer. "Nothing. Just thought you would ask why." You said as your face flushed a little making Ni-ki chuckle at your cuteness. "You're adorable. Also, my phone has nothing except for games and pictured of you, so I don't see why you shouldn't take it." He said as he rested his chin on your stomach, looking up at you with a fond smile. You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Before leaving the room, without the phone, giggling.

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[undreaming-fanfiction]

Day 24 for @steddie-spooktober, Pumpkin. I'll just finish this hellish month and then write all the good Halloween-y stuff when people already look forward to Christmas. There.

"Oh my god. That's Eddie Munson!"

Steve's eyebrow did that treacherous twitch. Here we fucking go again.

Robin just snickered. "Oh wow. That's like what, the fifth one today?" She didn't even look sorry for Steve, the traitor! She just kept making the coffee order, creating a lovely heart in the milk foam.

The woman who ordered the coffee didn't even bother to try and whisper to her friend. She was squealing and pointing at the unsuspecting rock star who had earphones over his head. "What do you think he's reading? It must be something dark. He has a reputation, you know."

Another twitch in Steve's eyebrow, but he was a professional. It was fine. He could do his job even when annoyed. Maybe.

Robin flipped the whiteboard with their seasonal specials. The other side revealed a meticulously prepared game of Eddie Munson-themed bingo. "Wanna play, Steve?"

He scowled at the board. All of those were classics, the stupid shit people say when they meet a rock star like Eddie Munson.

He took an erasable marker and scribbled X next to the questions, comments and other atrocities he managed to catch.

I wonder if he'll show me that special tattoo if I ask nicely. Check.

I heard he's unforgettable in bed. Check.

People say he has a...you know. A piercing down there. Check.

I don't believe the rumors. A guy like that can't be taken for long. He was made to sleep around. Check.

I wonder what he's drinking. Probably something dark and bitter. Mmm, how mysterious!

"Bingo!" whispered Robin. "Now, as per the rules of this humble establishment, once we have a bingo, you get to go there and be a bitch. Do your worst, oh platonic soulmate of mine. I'll be watching."

Who was Steve to deny Robin one of her favorite hobbies? He fluffed his hair and re-applied his lip oil, arranged some pastries on a kitten-shaped plate and made his way to Eddie Munson.

Eddie was lost to the world, but there was a familiar pattern in Steve's footsteps, one that reverbated through the wooden floor. In a second, Eddie had dropped his book and gave Steve the widest smile. One that he couldn't even conjure up on stage. This smile was only for Steve, and Steve fucking hoped the women noticed that.

Eddie made grabby hands at him, pulling him down into a quick kiss. "Is your shift over, Stevie? Can we go?"

Steve shook his head. "Nah, two more hours to go. Ish. Are you sure you don't want to wait for me home? You must be tired."

"Tired?! Pffft. I mean, yeah, but I want to spend time ogling my boyfriend when he's at his sexiest - covered in flour and sugar. And speaking of sugar..." He glanced at the plate. "Is that for me?"

Steve laughed and set the plate in front of him. "Honestly? Even if it wasn't, those doe eyes of yours would persuade me in a second. But yeah. It'll be Halloween soon, and I was testing out some spooky cookies. Do you like pumpkins?"

Eddie gasped and clutched his heart. "Do I?!"

Steve kissed Eddie on the top of his head and put his earphones back on. In a few seconds, Eddie was back in his own world, book, music and cookies.

In a corner of his eye, Steve saw the two young women, speechless. Robin was serving them their coffees, giddy with anticipation. She'd prepared them in to-go cups, just in case.

Steve stood in front of them, flipped his hair and smirked. "Well, ladies. You've had many questions or guesses, and I'm happy I can answer them. You know. To give you some peace of mind" He nodded to Robin. "The list, Rob?"

Robin glanced at their bingo board. "I wonder what he's reading!" she read out.

Steve nodded and returned to the frozen guests. "The book to end all books. That's what Eddie calls the...uh. Tolkien bible thingy. Silmarillion." He pronounced it gery carefully. "He reads it to me sometimes, when I can't sleep. Works like a charm." He might have smirked at the blush creeping up the woman's face. "Next."

Robin saluted him. "Special tattoo?"

"He won't show it, I made him promise he'd no longer get arrested for public indecency. Besides, it's only me that gets to see it. Next."

Robin fake gagged. "Is he unforgettable in bed?"

"Sure is. He talks to my chest hair. I think they're a couple."

Robin gagged again. "Why...ladies, get better questions! That piercing down under?"

Steve snickered. "Very real. Very...effective." He sneaked a glance at Eddie. Sexy and charismatic, yes, but more importantly warm, happy and home.

In a sing song voice, Robin got to the next point. "Is he really taken?"

"Take a guess," Steve winked at them. Or at least tried to, because the customers were already halfway out of the door with their coffee cups, and a very generous tip left on the counter.

"Aw," muttered Robin. "Shame, I thought these two would last longer. It's been ages since someone lasted the full Munson reverse bingo."

Steve laughed and helped her clean the table. "Would a pumpkin cookie console you?"

"Only if I don't have to hear about your bedroom rituals ever again," she said and reached for a cookie. "Or at least until the end of the shift."

[bucketsp]

what happens when you love me dry?

pairing : pazzi

content : angst (mutual pining)

a/n: heyy it's been so long I KNOWW, i've just been really busy with stuff so i hope i didn't disappoint you guys too much when i disappeared all of a sudden :( i also won't be posting as much as i did before for the same reason i was gone. posting this is probably so wrong after they've just confirmed last week but it's okay i'll make up for it soon. enjoy, remember that this is all a work of fiction!

also based off of staying by lizzy mcalpine because i love the song, as well as writing shit based off of music

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december 12, 2019

paige is stretched out on her bedroom floor, scrolling through old usa camp photos, fingers hovering over azzi’s face in half of them. they’d just come back from those tournaments — still high on the idea of being unstoppable together — and she can’t shake it.

paige (6:18 pm):

still thinking about how we ran that backcourt last month.

you’d look even better in blue next year.

azzi (6:21 pm):

lol you’re relentless

you know it’s a huge decision

paige (6:22 pm):

i know

just say yes

come to uconn with me

we’d change the game

azzi leaves her on read for a minute. paige swore she saw her rolling her eyes through the phone.

azzi (6:26 pm):

i’m thinking about it. okay?

that’s the best i can do right now

paige grins, heart light, typing too fast.

paige (6:27 pm):

i’ll take it.

but i’m not gonna stop asking.

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april 19, 2020

paige shows up on azzi’s doorstep with a duffel bag and the most chaotic grin, like she’s been waiting for weeks to pull this off.

“surprise,” she says, shifting on her feet, trying to look casual even though her heart’s hammering in her chest.

azzi blinks. “you are supposed to be social distancing, p.”

“i am,” paige insists, stepping closer, “with you.”

azzi tries to glare. and fails.

her lips twitch instead, and then she’s reaching for paige’s bag like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“you’re staying?”

“yeah,” paige says, voice softer, suddenly more serious. “if it’s okay.”

azzi bites back a smile. “you’re lucky my mom likes you.”

they settle into a weird, warm rhythm. long mornings of zoom workouts, afternoons helping azzi’s brothers with their shots in the driveway, nights curled up side by side on the couch, too close to be just friends, yet too far to be anything more.

paige sleeps in the guest room, but half the time she ends up curled up beside azzi, claiming the wifi is better there.

azzi doesn’t call her out on it, because she likes having paige close. the quiet reassurance of hearing her breathe at night, steady and familiar.

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one night, the news is buzzing about canceled tournaments, canceled everything. azzi’s scrolling through twitter, quiet, jaw tight. paige nudges her shoulder.

“hey,” she says, “we’ll be back. you know that, right?”

azzi nods, but doesn’t answer.

and then, so soft she almost doesn’t hear it,

“thanks for coming,” azzi says.

paige grins, leans in, bumps their foreheads together.

“always,” she murmurs. “where else would i go?”

they don’t say i love you. not out loud. they'll never say it out loud. but it’s there in every look, every late night talk on azzi's bed, every routine they build together in the middle of a world turned upside down.

but azzi still hasn’t committed to uconn. paige tries not to push. tries to pretend the waiting doesn’t hurt.

but every time azzi smiles at her, or lets their fingers touch on the couch, paige feels a quiet spark of hope, that maybe, eventually, azzi will follow her.

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june 16, 2020

the air is sticky-warm, crickets chirping, the faint hum of traffic in the distance. paige is sat on the wooden steps, talking a mile a minute, hands flying.

“like seriously, az, think about it. you on the wing, me running point, that backdoor cut you do? unstoppable. nobody in the country could guard us. we’d break every record.”

azzi laughs, leaning against the railing, hugging her knees to her chest. she loves when paige gets like this, excited, dreaming out loud, wide-eyed with possibility.

“and the crowds,” paige keeps going, practically bouncing, “they’d go nuts. i mean, it’s uconn. they’d put our faces everywhere, az. we’d be legends.”

azzi bites her lip, heart twisting. because she wants to say yes. god, does she want to. every part of her wants that vision, them together, unstoppable, making history.

but she also feels the weight of it, heavy on her chest. the expectations. the pressure. the idea of being paige’s teammate, not her own player.

she stares at paige, taking in the messy blonde hair, the hopeful grin, the way she’s still rambling about championships and banners.

it makes something inside her ache.

“paige,” she says gently, cutting in.

paige stops, blinking, smile faltering a little. “what?”

azzi looks down at the floorboards, fingers digging into her sleeves.

“i’m… still thinking about it.”

paige deflates, just a bit, shoulders dropping.

“you’re still thinking?”

azzi nods, voice small. “i’m halfway there.”

paige laughs softly, trying to keep it light, but it sounds more like heartbreak.

“okay,” she says, forcing a grin. “halfway is better than nothing.”

azzi watches her go quiet, eyes turning out toward the dark street, and she feels the guilt settle in. because she knows paige deserves someone all in, someone who doesn’t hesitate.

but she can’t lie, she’s not there yet.

maybe she never will be.

but for tonight, she lets paige talk about buzzer-beaters and nets cut down, and she pretends she can believe it too.

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august 5, 2020

paige is lying there in the dark, her heart going a million miles an hour, because in the morning she’s leaving for uconn. everything should feel electric, thrilling, but it doesn’t. there's something about the energy in the room that feels off.

azzi is across from her on the bed, back against the wall, arms pulled around her knees like she’s trying to fold herself in half.

paige can’t stand the silence anymore.

“so,” she blurts, forcing a smile, “you’ll visit, right? i mean, you’ll come up, see the gym, meet coach geno, cd, everyone—”

azzi doesn’t look up.

“paige.”

her voice is so soft it makes paige’s stomach twist.

“what?”

“i need to tell you something.”

paige laughs, light and shaky, trying to make it a joke. “you’re not pregnant, right?”

azzi’s face doesn’t change.

paige’s breath catches.

“what?” she repeats, sharper now.

azzi bites her lip, staring at the floor. “i’m going to louisville.”

the words crash over paige like a wave. her ears start ringing. she actually sways forward, like she might be sick.

“what?” she says again, voice breaking. “you’re what?”

azzi’s eyes shine with tears but she doesn’t look away. “i’m not going to uconn. i committed to louisville.”

paige scrambles to sit up, clutching the edge of the mattress. “no. no, you didn’t. you told me you were still thinking. you promised me you’d think—”

“i did,” azzi cuts in, crying now, shoulders shaking. “i did think. i thought about it every day, paige. but i can’t go with you.”

“why?”

the word is a razor in her throat.

azzi wipes at her face with the back of her hand, gasping for air.

“because i’m terrified,” she spits out, voice cracking. “i’m terrified of being just your shadow. i’m scared of being the second name, the second face, the one they only care about because she’s standing next to paige bueckers.”

paige flinches like she’s been slapped.

“how could you even say that?” she snaps, tears boiling over. “you are you, azzi. you are a superstar. you’re the best player i know. you think i’d let them treat you like that?”

“it’s not about what you’d let them do!” azzi fires back, voice ragged. “it’s about what they will do! about how i’ll feel every day watching you shine, wondering if there’s even space left for me!”

“we had a plan,” paige whispers, so quiet she’s shaking. “we promised, az. you and me. together.”

azzi’s chest crumples, a sob tearing out of her throat. “i know, i know, p. but i can’t. i can’t do it. i need to know who i am without you.”

paige feels like something is being ripped straight out of her ribs.

“so you’re just leaving,” she spits, voice raw. "what about us, az?“

azzi’s lips tremble. “i’m sorry.”

paige can’t breathe. “you’re sorry,” she repeats, numb. “you’re sorry.”

the silence swallows them both.

the room feels like it’s shrinking around her. the walls, the floor, the ceiling, everything pressing down until paige can barely breathe.

she watches azzi’s face in the blue light coming through the window, studies every inch like she’s trying to burn it into her mind. the curve of her jaw, the tiny crease between her brows, the way she’s always so peaceful when she sleeps.

it makes paige want to scream.

how can azzi sleep like that, knowing what tomorrow means? knowing she’s already said goodbye, even if neither of them used that word?

paige rolls onto her back, heart pounding so hard it rattles her ribs. she wants azzi to say something. anything. she wants her to whisper that she’ll change her mind, that she’ll follow her to uconn after all, that she’s sorry and she’ll stay.

but azzi doesn’t move. doesn’t say a word.

just breathes, steady and calm, while paige drowns three inches away.

she feels so far gone she doesn’t even care about holding her pride anymore. she’d beg, if she thought it would help. she’d drop to her knees, throw away every last bit of herself, if it meant azzi would be with her.

she should have told her the truth earlier, back before the shouting started, before they tore each other open. she should have admitted how scared she was to go alone, how she’d built every dream on the idea of them, never just her.

but she didn’t. she was too proud. too convinced they’d sort it out.

now it’s too late, and her throat is too tight to speak.

her chest aches like something’s clawing its way out.

it’s so unfair. how many times had she patched azzi back together? how many times had she given her everything, even when she was falling apart herself?

it feels like she loved azzi until there was nothing left, until she was dry, until she was more wound than girl.

and still, still—she would let her crawl back tomorrow if she asked.

because she loved her,

she knew azzi loved her.

yet they never admitted it to eachother, they couldn't.

her eyes blur with tears again. she blinks them away, tries to quiet the sob lodged in her throat.

it doesn’t work.

she shifts a little, close enough that their arms almost touch, and she stares at her, almost holding her.

if she touches her now, she knows she’ll break in half.

so she lies there, clammy and restless, the sweat sticking to her skin, her hands trembling against the blanket, waiting for a sign that will never come.

she wants to believe that maybe, someday, she’ll let azzi go.

that maybe she’ll look back and feel proud she didn’t try to hold on so tight.

but tonight?

tonight she can’t.

she lets the darkness close around them, and memorizes how her body feels beside hers, warm and familiar. the thought that it’s the last night they’ll ever share a bed—it’s a knife twisting right through her.

she presses her face into the pillow, biting it so she doesn’t make a sound, silently praying that azzi might wake up and change her mind.

but she doesn’t.

[my-great-big-book-of-fan-fiction]

L Lawliet X F!Reader Smut Oneshot

VERY SMUTTY SMUT, 18+

FINALLY finished! This was so fun to write, but I've been so distracted recently that I haven't been able to work on any of my hobbies. I apologize for going AWOL for like, what, a month? Anyway, hopefully finishing this will be the start of bringing writing back in my life. Enjoy, L fans, and let me know if you have ideas for more!

Warnings/contents: Oral (reader recieving), PinV, cowgirl, happy trail, slight amounts of biting, and a very tired man

L has been working far too much, and it's showing. Not only has he not been leaving the CTV screens, he's stopped sleeping all together. Not even at his seat. For someone so smart, you'd think he'd know to take better care of himself.

Well, tonight, he's finally returned to your shared bedroom, only to retrieve some important flash drive. You were laying upside down on the bed, your legs propped up on the headboard and your hands busy with a rather riveting game of snake.

As soon as you heard him walk in, you perked up, flipping around and watching him with intent, your phone playing a sad little song at your loss of the now irrelevant game. "Hey! are you done working?"

He had his hands in his pockets, his steps light but slow as he felt weighed down by his lack of energy. "I'm never done working," he answered simply, walking to the nightstand and crouching down in front of it.

He opened a drawer, which contained a safe. He typed in the 12 digit code, opening it and finding a few small files and three flash drives...none of which were the right one. "I put it right here...did you take the red drive from this safe," he asked with slightly narrowed eyes, turning to the left to face you.

"No...is something missing?"

He examined you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, taking in everything about you. This was the problem, he could never tell if you were lying. Whether it was that he was so infatuated with you he couldn't imagine you lying to him, or if you were simply that good, It was frustratingly inconvenient. Perhaps you simply never lied...that was the delirium from not sleeping speaking, most definitely.

"Are you lying," he asked simply.

"No, unfortunately. I wish I had it...I can help you look," you say sweetly.

"I will find it myself...thank you," he nodded, throwing the polite thanks on the end.

"If you say so," you say in obvious skepticism.

He stands back up, looking down at you as you laid back once more. "Do you doubt my ability," he asked challengingly.

"Well...no...It's just..." you look back up at his big, tired eyes, his face discreetly shifting back and forth between curiosity and annoyance.

You look back to your phone. "You've been so tired, you're running on fumes...I just don't think you're in the right place to be effectively searching for and finding things...or, remembering where you put things...or...doing detective work..."

Silence.

You slowly look back up at him, already wincing at how he must look. When your eyes met his, he just seemed...surprised?

"Do you really think my lack of sleep is affecting my efficiency in a palpable way?" He seemed to be considering the notion.

"I do. Very much so."

"Well...I don't have time to sleep," he mused lowly.

you could work with this. "Would you at least shower? It could help you relax, get your mind off things. It'd only take, like, what, 20 minutes?"

He thought about this.

"I suppose it may assist me in 'getting my mind off things'," he sighed. "Fine. But I'd like you to look for that flash drive while I'm gone," he said firmly. Even without the team around, he still acted like he was your boss. You looked up at him with raised brows.

"...please." This energy deficit was making it harder to engage in social conventions, it took a level of consciousness he did not have currently. Another reason he needed sleep.

"Sure," you said with a smile, sitting up. "Go on, go shower, I'll start looking right now," you assured, standing and guiding him to the bathroom. He walked on his own, shutting the door behind him.

You sighed, turning to face the room, scanning it, your brow furrowed. Then, the water turned on. You glanced to the door. You could hear the rhythm of the raining droplets interrupted by him getting in.

With a deep breath, you relax, walking to the nightstand and opening it back up. You typed in the code to the safe, It was a seemingly randomized combination of the numbers within you and Watari's respective birthdays.

Reaching into your bra, you pulled out the flash drive, placing it atop everything else. You'd have to confess and apologize later, for tricking him. You really just needed a reason to get him away from his computer.

With a satisfied huff, you laid back down, continued your game of snake, and waited for him to get out.

fifteen minutes later, the bathroom door gently pushed open, and out L walked, seeming slightly better. he had a towel wrapped loosely around his hips, a slight and sparse amount of black hair barely visible above the pristine white of the fabric. Another towel was slung around his shoulders, catching the water dripping from his spiked black hair.

perfection.

You sat on the edge of the bed, smiling happily at him. "Hey, how do you feel? Better? About the flash-"

"I'd like to have sex."

Your mouth hung open for a moment, the suddenness shocking you. You supposed it was because he was lacked so much energy before, because him being so direct wasn't rare in the slightest. Meanwhile, he simply stared at you, waiting for a proper response.

"Right...right now?"

"Do you have any other plans?"

"Well, no," you say, laughing a little. "I thought you were tired. You should be tired."

"I am tired, but I've come to the conclusion that sex with you would be beneficial, more so than the shower, and more time efficient than proper rest."

You just laughed even more, giggling at his frankness. "Sure, yeah...so, I'm assuming you'll want to get straight to things? make it quick?" Nothing was unexpected with him, that was for sure.

"Well...not without foreplay. I'm not completely helpless," he muttered, his brows furrowing slightly at the insinuation he wouldn't. He could tell that's what you were thinking.

"Is that so? Here I was, thinking you'd leave me high and dry," you tease.

He took a step closer, before putting his foot up and onto the bed next to you and leaning over you. His hands were at his hips, the natural placement for him after so much time putting them in his pockets. "Do you think that lowly of me," he asked softly. His eyes were half lidded, staring deep into yours as if he were reading your soul, and his lips were parted, slowly taking in air, his breath warm against your face, so impossibly close to you.

Your skin was warming, blood rushing to your cheeks and nose as you take in the sight before you. Then, you smile, bringing your hands to cup his face. "You're trying too hard," you taunt, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. He closed his eyes, and when you pull away he leans in farther for a beat, as if he's trying to chase you. His serious expression disappears, and he sits up just a little more. "Am I," he asked, genuinely, cocking his head a little in curiosity.

He just makes you giggle, he's so funny without even realizing. "Yes," you laugh jokingly, nodding for a moment before you calm down. Then you lean in a little more, glancing down at the foot propped up on the bed, and quietly say, "No. It's nice, fun...but, I'd rather you just be yourself." You tilt your head up, your lips brushing against his, before you give him a true kiss.

He closes his eyes, a shiver running up his spine, and when your mouth opens to slide your tongue across his bottom lip, he gladly opens his own. Your hands stay to the sides of his face, and his eventually make their way to your shoulders. You stop for a moment, scooting backward. Without even thinking, he sits completely on the bed, just to follow your lips, and as a reward you waste no time kissing him again.

You stay like that for a while, making out while he sort of straddles your legs in his usual crouch, until he moves past your mouth and to your jaw. It surprises you for a moment, but you quickly adjust, your hand moving to his damp hair to steady yourself.

He leaves wet, meaningful kisses up your jawline, his hand sliding up to your neck to hold you in place. "Did you know," he starts, planting a kiss to the spot where your ear meets your jaw. "That the ear is one of the most sensitive parts of the body," he finishes, kissing at the shell of your ear and sucking on your lobe for a moment. He wasn't even trying to be overly sexy, at least not in his words, you could tell he simply said it because your ear made him think of it, but the candidness of this moment that was so L made you melt...especially because of his soft, low voice.

"Is that so," you ask, your voice wavering a little.

you could feel his smile against the skin of your ear as he left another impassioned kiss to the shell. "It appears it is," he hummed, his voice dropping ever so slightly. Maybe he was trying.

You could do nothing but let out a nervous giggle, your back arching upward until your chest met his. You turned your head, your ear no longer accessible to him, and planted a kiss to the side of his neck. You could feel him stiffen, his breath catching in his throat. You kissed him again, this time slowly, and his hand moved to be in your hair, the other planted firmly on the top of your hip to steady himself.

You take the moment to remove the towel around his waist, glancing down to see just what you were working with...and there he was.

He was fully erect, around 6 inches, the pale pink tip beading with pre. Perfect. You almost reached out to touch him, to please him, but...

Finally, and rather suddenly, he mutters, "Sit back....please."

You don't argue, you just...do. You sit back from him. You could have kept going, just to tease him, but just in case he was overwhelmed, you sat back.

He wasn't overwhelmed, to your delight, and you knew because he leaned forward and brings his lips to your clavicle, placing a gentle but impassioned kiss there. He hears your breath catch, and as he looks up at you with his usual moon-eyed stare, he catches the way your nostrils flare, and your lips part. "You are aroused," he states softly, his hands running up your sides and under your shirt.

"I am," you titter, his cool hands sending a shiver up your spine as you watch him intently.

"If you take your shirt off, I may be able to assist you," he hums sarcastically, a slight, gentle smile across his face.

You roll your eyes, a big smile on your face as you remove your shirt, setting it aside. You take your bra off too, and your pants for good measure. The only thing left on you is your underwear, something that, as he trails feather light kisses down the valley of your breast and the center of your abdomen, he carefully removes with his thumbs and index fingers. By now, he's on his knees and bent forward completely, his hands holding your legs apart as he brings himself to be face to face with your aching folds.

he gazes up at you, not in question but in curiosity, almost a way to tease you. do you want this? how badly? you really want this, don't you?

He slowly licks his lips as his eyes flick back down to what was before him. He sticks his tongue out, giving a long, tentative lap up from your entrance to your clitoris. as his tongue slides up your clit, beneath the hood, your hips buck, just enough to let him know you're excited. With that, his lips lock onto it, his eyes half lidded as he lavishly sucks and laps, soft groans reverberating through you ever so gently as he pleasures you.

He always seems to enjoy this as much as you do, and with each moan you release, he responds to you with a particularly angled prod of his tongue, or a vibrating groan in return, rewarding the crescendo of your sounds.

Your hand finds its way to his hair, nestling in the soft black stands and gently pulling at the base. At the feeling, he releases a breath he seemed to have been holding, the air fanning against the skin of your thighs and lower abdomen. The sturdy grip he has on your hips tightens a little, and as your hips stutter with the eventual arrival of your orgasm, he looks back up at you, his eyes peering, examining, daring you to look anywhere but at him. You can't help but to stare back.

With one final lap of his tongue, you finish, back arching, head tossing back, your voice ringing through the room in what he can only describe as the song of the angels. He helps you through, gently sucking on your clit, and when you finally come down from it, he pulls away, licking the fluid from his chin and upper lip. It was sort of endearing, watching him do something that looked so...stupid, to put it bluntly.

You laugh despite your panting, smiling as he sits back with his knees rather relaxed compared to usual, not to his chest, although arched halfway there. "you were...considerably louder than usual. has it been a long time since you've experienced an orgasm?"

you almost wanted to chide him for asking a question that had such an obvious answer, but you supposed it was good he didn't negate the fact that you could self pleasure. "Nope. I guess you could say I've been saving myself for you," you sigh teasingly, crawling closer, over his legs, bringing your face and hips above his, respectively.

He instinctively takes your hips, looking up at you with a thoughtful expression. "Why would you do something like that," he asked disdainfully.

You laugh a little. "Does it matter?"

He pauses, looking to your hips. "I suppose not. It makes no difference to me," he muses.

You smile down at him with endearment, your hands sliding to his shoulders. No time to waste.

You lower yourself down his vehemently leaking cock, his grip tightening around you as you push yourself past his tip.

he leaned forward, his knees coming up, your body now between his chest and his legs as your hips met his. he wasn't especially girthy, but his length more than made up for it. You take in a breath, steadying on his shoulders, and slowly slide upward.

He watches with a sort of aroused fascination as you begin to ride him, his eyes not leaving the sight of your body taking his dick in and out, watching and feeling every twitch, listening to every sound, the variations, the angles, everything perceived. You wouldn't think he was enjoying himself all too much, given the fact he was only releasing tempered pants and the occasional hum, but it was his attention that gave it away. Nothing besides his work, and now you, has captured his attention so quickly and so intensely.

If he weren't so tired and in need of a proverbial "quickie," he'd have you in as many different positions as possible. He has a need to see every facet of you, to know how you look and feel and sound in every angle and situation...but, for now, the usual cowgirl will do. And it does, it does rather nicely.

He only looks up at your face when he takes notice of your own noises, growing in volume and desperation. Of course, when he looks up, he can really only see your tits, bouncing away, and he really has no choice but to lavishly suck on your nipple. a formality, truly. The sounds and expressions that elicits is simply heavenly.

He grips your hips tighter, and as the air from his nose fans across your chest, he thrusts himself up. You cry out, his tip unexpectedly hitting your cervix, and all you can do now is shift back and forth as he thrusts up, peer into his large observant eyes as he tongues your breast and uses your body as he wishes. The sight, the feeling, the sounds, it was all too much for you. You moan louder and louder, signaling an orgasm, and the moment his tip pounds a particular spot, you're done. Your hips buckle, your body shakes, and best of all for him, your walls constrict.

in mere moments after you, he begins to truly moan, his cheeks flushing as his orgasm grows closer. After one particularly fast and hard jerk of his hips, he's calling out your name, his teeth pressing into your chest as his lashes flutter, his cum releasing within you in quick spurts, riding the wave as your hips roll against his.

He said this would be quick, a way to relax while staying time efficient, but fortunately he was too tired to take his own tiredness into account. He fell completely asleep beside you, his head pressed into your chest and his legs pressed to your torso as you stroked his hair. He'd sleep for the next 14 hours, and while you got up to pick up the slack at work, get something to eat, or use the restroom, you always returned to him.

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Extra!-

you sit, resting your weight on your elbow, while he sleeps curled beside you. As you idly play with his hair...guilt strikes.

"L? Honey? You awake?"

Silence.

"I have to tell you-" you whisper- "I hid the flashdrive. I'm sorry. You just needed rest and um...yeah. that's it...so there."

You sigh. That felt nice, no consequences, just relief.

"...where did you hide it?"

You jump, and look down at him. His eyes were open, and staring at your side. "Oh, shit," you laugh, pressing a hand to your chest. "You scared me!"

He slowly sits up on his arm, just as you, and the very first thing he does is grab your waist to carefully tug you closer. "And you hid the flashdrive. Where?"

You bring your hand back to his hair, and he rests his face to your collarbone. "My tits. Where else?"

He lets out a puff of air through his nose, and presses a gentle kiss to your skin. "I suppose I can forgive it...though...I'm regretting allowing you to do the search."

"Immature," you tease.

"Lustful," he corrects.

You look down at him, and his thumb slides back and forth against your rib. "We have time to-"

"I'm afraid not." He sits all the way up, scratches his head, and slides out of bed.

"Awww, come on," you whine, watching as he shuffles to the door. "Where do I have to hide the next flashdrive to make you stay?"

He pauses, glances back, and locks his dark, sleepy eyes on yours for several seconds.

"I...suppose I have a few moments to spare."

I genuinely looked like coraline's dad writing this. I had fun, but wow was I lethargic. I'd like to do this again though, hopefully when I'm feeling more determined!

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