#so she's pissed and hurt and she feels used

[skiesuconn]

never a dull moment with you

paige bueckers & azzi fudd യ notes: this has been in my drafts for way too long. anyways. let me know what you think. i kinda forgot the timeline, so don't come at me for that. but it's a little based on the ''mtv cribs'' ig story a few years ago. reactions are welcome

if there’s one thing about paige madison bueckers, it’s that she’s never shy about making azzi feel loved, loudly loved. even if that means being a little annoying. and especially if it means being a little annoying.

it’s been five years, 11 months, three days, and, like, 46-something seconds since paige accidentally fell for azzi fudd. don’t ask how she knows the exact number. she has a countdown on her ipad. she’s weirdly proud of it too, obviously.

maybe that explains the weird attachment to her ipad. it’s not just because of stats and game footage. but it’s mostly got her notes app, where she tracks every time azzi’s said “you're a dumbass” and every time she’s fake-threatened to dropkick paige if she didn’t get ice cream with her. both get the same amount of stars. five. she clearly loves annoying her girl.

azzi’s still. for once. fully at peace. her dark curls are still carrying that golden glow from earlier, saltwater and sunshine in the strands. her face, soft. calm. she’s using paige’s shirt as a pillowcase, claiming her actual pillow is “too scratchy for a princess.” paige doesn’t buy it. she calls bullshit, quietly. azzi knows it’s a bad lie, the kind a toddler would tell with too much confidence. but she doesn’t let paige win. not out loud. never has and never will.

she’s mid-page thirty-five. a chapter ending hanging over her head like thunder. she’s bracing herself for the literary version of a jump scare. and then, boom. betrayal. an elbow, soft but real, right to the ribs.

“ow! what the fuck, paige?”

it’s not that it hurt, it’s just the principle.

paige leans in, presses a kiss to her cheek like a band-aid, barely holding back a grin. “sorry,” she says, not even a little sorry.

“you’re not getting my attention,” azzi mutters, eyes back on her book, spine already bent in a way that pisses her off. she glares at it. gently. lovingly. 

but paige? she’s relentless. undefeated. especially in her favorite subject: azzi fudd.

and so, of course, here she goes again.

a blow to the ear. nothing. azzi didn’t even twitch. not even a tiny flinch. she didn’t blink, didn’t acknowledge it. so paige, ever the quick thinker, blinked twice for her, just to fill the silence. waited a beat. then blew another little puff of air into her ear. a little more pressure this time. still, no reaction. 

paige smirks, already knowing what’ll break her.

“az, don’t make me sing,” she warns, voice smooth like she knows what kind of chaos she’s about to unleash.

the second it comes up, azzi freezes. instant flashbacks, paige, off-key, relentless, singing outside her dorm like it was a concert no one was a fan of. except maybe for kk.

her hand hovers over the page of her book, ready to turn it, but not before paige sighs. once. dramatic. and then again, a second time, even more exaggerated.

azzi side-eyes her. doesn’t even look up. buries her face further into the book, pretending this is a lost cause.

paige, on the other hand, lays back, arms stretched out, thinking. brows furrowed as she brainstorms her last-ditch effort. and then, an idea clicks. she smiles, mischievous, as she locks in her plan. here she goes.

she shifts in her sleeping bag, her hair a chaotic mess, still in that messy bun, the one that somehow looks cute no matter how disheveled. her glasses are on, still perched on her nose, for no good reason at all. she's not the one reading, but that’s never stopped her. she inches closer to azzi, invading every inch of her personal space, like she owns it.

with a mischievous grin, she presses the side of her head to azzi’s, just for the sake of it. too close, too loud, she says, “whatcha readin' ” a little too loud, a little too bold.

azzi,  doesn’t even look up. “how to ignore your girlffriend. i’m on step 3.”

paige lets out a laugh, loud and full of life. “well, you clearly failed, didn’t you?”

azzi sighs, shutting her book with a soft shff, like the book exhaled with her. the faint breeze stirs her curls, a halo of soft, frizzed patience. she closes her eyes, counts to 3 like it might keep her from launching paige across the tent.

paige’s fingers are dragging lazy shapes on azzi’s arm, soft, aimless, annoying. azzi doesn’t move, just glances down. of course paige is already looking up at her, all mischief and no shame.

azzi swears paige makes her feel younger. mostly from the constant chaos. paige thinks she’s aging azzi five years a day. probably not wrong.

but really, everyone needs someone unserious-serious. someone who eats slim jims and apple slices at 6am like that’s a personality trait. someone like paige.

azzi hits her with the look. deadpan. “move your ass, big head.”

paige grins like she just won something and shuffles closer, no shame, until they’re fully squished together. human tetris. she drags a hand over azzi’s hip, then up her shoulder, just to be annoying.

“i need to tell you a lil sum,” paige whispers, fake serious.

azzi sighs, head landing on her bicep. “this better not be dumb.”  it’s definitely gonna be dumb.

paige breathes in, out, all slow and methodical like she’s lining up for a free throw. azzi rolls her eyes but can’t hide the grin creeping up.

then, just to throw paige off, azzi threads her fingers through hers, thumb brushing the side of paige’s pinkie. it’s subtle, but she knows it gets to her.

paige’s eyes are locked on azzi’s, those big gold-brown eyes that could probably steal the sun, and she leans in, real close, whispering like it's the most casual thing in the world: “i’m in love-love with you.”

and azzi? she already knows. she hears it every day, loud as hell, so loud paige might as well start putting it on a t-shirt. she kind of already does. azzi just shrugs, looking right back at her with that smug grin. “i’m in love with you too, idiot.”

azzi leans in, presses her lips to paige’s, and god, she can taste that slimmjim from this morning. she pulls back a little, smiling like she’s just been hit with the worst possible thing.

“just when i thought your morning breath couldn’t get worse, it totally did.”

paige’s jaw literally drops. she’s shocked, devastated, not really, but she plays it up. fake annoyance, eyebrows raised. “rude.” but she’s already smiling.

azzi doesn’t let her off the hook though. “you’re not funny,” she says, trying to sound serious but can’t help the laugh bubbling up.

paige smirks, all cocky, "how come you laugh every time then?"

“get your eyes checked,” azzi shoots back, like it’s nothing. like it’s everything.

paige narrows her eyes. “i literally just did, az.”

azzi rolls her eyes, grabbing paige’s glasses off her face. “right, okay,” she mutters, and slides them onto her own face. they’re huge on her, the frames way too wide, and she can barely see a thing. she squints, peering at paige with exaggerated confusion.

“you got like 5 ears and 2 noses’”

paige snorts. “close enough’’ paige thinks if azzi remembers all the moments that led to her needing stronger glasses

and yeah, azzi does. she remembers paige mistaking a mannequin for her at american eagle and gently saying “babe?” like it was normal. the workers still talk about it. she remembers how paige squints at the tv from five feet away until azzi gives in and bumps the subtitles up to grandma-size. she also knows paige still can’t pronounce jewelry. not really related. except it kinda is. they really just move different.

“god, you were a mess without them,” azzi teases. “should get you a guide dog’”

paige gasps, dramatic as hell. “don’t do me like that, az.” but azzi doesn’t need to answer. her eyes do it for her, like they always do. and if there’s one thing about azzi’s eyes, it’s that they don’t lie. never have. not about paige. not about how her ass is cute, even when her mouth says otherwise.

"okay, fine. maybe just a really good pair of glasses," azzi quips, slipping the glasses back on paige's face.

paige rolls her eyes. “you ain’t funny”

the blonde squints at her, blue eyes locked onto azzi’s big brown ones. there’s a familiar gleam there, teasing, smug, just about ready to stir up shit.

“you know what’s real funny,” paige starts, voice low but already grinning.

“hmmm?” azzi says, knowing whatever’s about to come out of paige’s mouth is gonna be stupid. on purpose. like clockwork.

“you talk a lot for someone who wears ankle socks.”

azzi blinks. rolls her eyes, but the dimples give her away. “i literall—”

“—in slides?” paige cuts in, already smug. “bright pink ones.” because of course. it’s azzi fudd.

azzi doesn’t even blink. she fires back, deadpan, “you literally eat slim jims first thing in the morning.”

paige shrugs, totally unbothered. “‘s all protein.”

like that’s a valid excuse. her fingers are now resting on azzi’s waist, slow and casual, tracing those sun-kissed stretch marks like she’s reading a map only she understands. they remind her of jupiter. rings, lines, patterns. beautiful. soft. infinite. like art.

azzi’s eyes flick up, gaze landing on that mosquito bite on paige’s shoulder, the one she told her to stop scratching two days ago. “you think we’re gonna be like this when we’re old?”

paige doesn’t even miss a beat. “old or not, i’m still dropping threes on your ass.”

azzi raises a brow. not amused. not even a little bit. “i meant like, annoying each other.”

and something in paige shifts. her eyes soften. her smile deepens, spreads wide across her face like she doesn’t have control over it. “babe, i’m never gonna stop annoying the shit outta you.”

azzi breaks. she smiles so hard her eyes disappear, scrunching more than her cheeks. she leans in, places a kiss on paige’s lips. warm. unhurried. both of their lips wet now, like it’s the only way they know how to shut each other up.

paige’s fingers never left her waist. still tracing. still adoring. she lowers her head and kisses one of those stretch marks, soft as ever. sacred. like she means it.

azzi leans back slow, paige’s glasses sliding crooked down her nose, fingers adjusting them like she’s stepping into character. except it’s azzi fudd in bright pink ankle socks and a stare that could fry paige on sight.

she hums, voice all light. “can you see me?”

paige doesn’t blink. “nope. i see tim.” deadpan. smooth. too smooth. she’s fighting a smile like her life depends on it.

azzi tilts further back, curls spilling across the pillow they now legally co-own. “what about now?”

paige squints real hard, exaggerating it. “yep. still tim. but like…  hot tim.”

azzi snorts, her dimple popping in that way that makes paige lose track of literally anything else. she leans forward and carefully pushes the glasses back on paige’s face, two fingers on the bridge, slow like she’s done this a thousand times. and she kinda has.

paige bumps their knees together, then grins like a fool. “you got a crush on me or somethin’?” she says it with the same energy as a kid pulling pigtails on the playground.

azzi doesn’t even blink. “you’re literally two days old.”paige gasps. “three actually”

they’re close now. too close. skin pressed against skin under the blanket they swore would fit two people.the pillow smells like azzi’s hair, floral and warm, like that body mist paige secretly sprayed on her hoodie that one time. the corner of the sleeping bag is digging into paige’s side, but she doesn’t move. wouldn’t dare. azzi’s hand is resting low on her stomach, thumb tracing lazy little circles.

azzi’s voice comes out low, playful, soft enough to land straight in paige’s chest. “you’re lucky you’re cute. your jokes suck.”

paige raises a brow, all mock offense and full-smirk. “you just got bad taste.”

azzi rolls her eyes, shifts just a little, lips barely an inch from paige’s ear now. “yeah, in women apparently.”

paige gasps. “you fuckin’ with me?”

azzi thinks, well, yes and also no. ““yyy-no,” her dimples blinding paige.

paige groans. “aight, goodnight,” faking her annoyance.

azzi laughs, “babe, i didn’t mean it.”

paige softens almost instantly, but still rolls her eyes with a smile.

paige’s fingers are in azzi’s curls, the strands still shaped like sleep and soft wind. they spring back gently when she lets go, like even her hair is slow to leave her. her scalp smells like coconut and the grass they laid in earlier, a little sun, a little sweat. it’s dizzying. paige rests her forehead against azzi’s neck, quiet and still, like she’s trying to remember something she used to know by heart.

azzi’s back curves into her like instinct. her shoulders gone syrup-soft, like they’d melted from bone to belief. paige’s chest against her spine. no space left. just warm skin, cotton, and want.

then,

paige leans in, lips grazing just under azzi’s ear. warm breath. slow. then lower, to the slope of her neck. collarbone.

a kiss. another.

her lips are plush, sun-warmed, a little dry from earlier but still wet from their kiss from earlier, but gentle like they know they’re being watched by the universe.

azzi hums, “mmmm.”

like she’s tasting something sweet. like the sound was pulled straight from her ribs.

paige smiles into her skin. “that a good mmm or a go-away mmm?”

azzi doesn’t answer, just hums again, softer this time, drawn out. her fingers reach behind her, brushing paige’s thigh, slow and distracted, like she forgot she was doing it.

paige keeps going. both hands now. slow circles on azzi’s back, like she’s drawing invisible maps to places they haven’t touched yet. her palms drag warm over cotton, thumbs pressing down between her shoulder blades, easing tension she didn’t even know was there.

the skin beneath is hot. not just warm, hot like it’s storing the whole day’s sunlight. she feels the shape of muscle under softness. the slope and dip of her. she wants to memorize it all.

when her fingers finally slip under azzi’s shirt, the touch shifts, bare to bare.

her fingertips are calloused in patches, basketball years worn into her. but they move like water, tracing the leftover round bruises from cupping therapy. soft, reverent. she presses into them gently, not to heal, just to say i care.

azzi’s breath catches. “you okay?” “mmm.”

paige chuckles, voice low, almost velvet. “you gotta start using real words eventually.”

azzi shifts slightly, her hand now resting over paige’s forearm, holding her there. grounding her now.

“this is my real word.”

and her voice is quiet but steady, honey-smooth.

paige kisses the side of her neck again. “kay. then mmm means don’t stop?”

azzi hums again. this time it’s lower. more yes than anything ever written down.

azzi shifts, turns just enough to look paige in the face. into her kind, blue eyes and the freckles that bloom in june, almost shy. she mouths a quiet thank you, and kisses her, gentle and full. her head finds its place again, right where it belongs, nestled against paige’s neck, arms tucked in, safe.

azzi coughs once.

“bro,” paige says immediately, like it’s a code red.

“you’re sick already” azzi grumbles. “don’t start.”

paige tries to deny it, to form a sentence that proves otherwise. but she’s got nothing. it’s true. azzi’s laying on her chest, their legs messily tangled like vines that never cared about neatness.

paige exhales a quiet, “babyy.”

nothing.

“azziiii,” she drags it out, before slipping her hand down to tickle azzi’s side.

it earns her a real laugh from the younger girl. the kind that hits her chest first, then spills out. the one paige mentally bookmarks every time. she’d loop that sound forever if she could. still, nothing beats hearing it live, not even close.

paige kisses the crown of azzi’s curls. voice low. reverent. “i love you, beautiful,”

azzi kisses her cheek and sinks deeper into her chest, eyes fluttering. she finds paige’s hand and weaves their fingers together. “i love you too, fatass,” she whispers.

in azzi fudd’s dictionary, that’s high praise.

paige grins so wide it’s practically a moonrise. “what was that?” even though she absolutely heard it.

azzi doesn’t miss a beat. “i said i love you, fatass.”

“you love my fat ass?” paige teases, dramati c.

azzi doesn’t respond. just shifts again, nestling into the crook of paige’s arm like it was carved for her. paige runs her thumb along azzi’s knuckles where their hands tangle. smooth skin. firm hold.

paige’s arm is numb, but warm under azzi’s weight. she reaches past her, swats at a mosquito. “fuck outta here,” she mumbles, the lamp hot against her fingers.

azzi’s already out, soft breath, parted lips, skin smelling like cheap coconut and lavender. she always says she’ll stop buying that lotion. paige hopes she never does.

her hand finds azzi’s back, drags slow and steady down the curve of it. just once, like a promise. her thoughts, loud a moment ago, settle all at once. everything softens.

she thinks about how tomorrow the pillow will smell like both of them. how it’s gonna be five years, eleven months, and four days since she fell in love with azzi. since she knew.

the number should be staggering, but it isn’t. it’s grounding.

she smiles, just barely, at the thought of forever, the one they promised each other when everything still felt too big to hold. it doesn’t scare her now. the idea that it’ll be kept. that it already is.

that settles into her body too. slowly. from her legs to her chest. it’s comforting in the way only love that’s stayed can be.

and then, finally, she lets go. sleep pulls her under.

with her eye mask on, of course.

[rafeslvbug]

heyyy!!! i have been loving your nfl!rafe fics so muchhh!!! idk if you're taling requests or not but you said this in the sfw alphabet:

now he says it daily. he won’t go a day without saying it, not even if he’s in a bad mood. he needs to hear it back too, it hurts if he doesn’t.

and i was thinking what if they got into a fight or something and reader is upset and he's saying i love you but she doesn't and he gets upset too?? 🩷

the sheets were cold, your back turned to rafe as he laid facing the ceiling, incredibly restless. you could feel him shifting every few seconds, not being able to find comfort in the bed he usually melted in. lingering tension from your previous argument was still heavy in the air, and must’ve been what made sleep so uncomfortable for the both of you.

it didn’t stop you from trying, though.

sleep sounded like the perfect escape from this. you knew you shouldn’t have been trying to escape the argument, but your daughter had just taken an hour to fall asleep, and to say today had drained you was an understatement. you felt completely lifeless, except for the pounding in your head.

the argument was something you perhaps could have anticipated. rafe wanting you to attend his game this weekend. not a local one, just a big one. he only asked for you to come, suggested you leave the kids with a babysitter or a friend and you guys could make it a date. you hadn’t been to one yet this whole season, mainly because your daughter was only a few months old. it was a separation anxiety that would fade with time - but now was not the time. naturally, this compelled you to say no, to say you’d go to another one and rafe didn’t take it too lightly. he didn’t yell - he rarely does. his words were instead infused with a type of hurt you also rarely saw, and was somehow worse. while you knew he had every right to be angry, what he said you couldn’t justify. claims you didn’t love him as much, or that you didn’t care, that you were changing. it was bullshit, and untrue, when everything you did was for him.

in the silence of your thoughts, and his, you hear his quiet mutter of, “i love you sweetheart.”

you don’t return it.

rafe’s brows furrow, his head shifting to the side to stare at the back of yours. he blinks, rubbing his ear, thinking perhaps he heard wrong. because he heard nothing at all.

it’s silent in the room, the kids are asleep, you haven’t said anything. there’s no way you couldn’t have heard him, he made sure you would. he was never tentative to tell you he loved you. so why hadn’t you said it back?

he props himself up onto his forearm, switching on the lamp beside the bed.

“owh rafe, why’d you turn the light on?” you whine, shielding your eyes from the brightness.

“why’d you ignore me?” he responds, the faintest of pouts on his face while he looks down at you, still recovering from the harsh light exposure.

“ignore you?”

“yes. i said i love you an-“

“oh my god rafe,” you groan, burying your face into your pillow at his words ; you’re both deflated after arguing and too tired in general to deal with this, hoping the pillow might consume you whole as you so desperately want it to.

rafe’s frown deepens, sitting up fully in bed and crossing his arms over his chest. “sit up, i’m talkin’ here.”

you sigh, exhaling out your nose, rubbing your eyes and rolling over to look at him properly. the stubborn look on your face is enough to piss rafe off, even when he’s trying to be as patient as he can manage, it’s still slipping away from him.

“we don’t do this. we don’t ignore each other or not say ‘i love you’ back. that’s not us, never has been, never will be. d’you hear me?” he says, voice stern and allowing no room for argument.

“yeah i know,” you mutter.

silence beats between the two of you, a few fading heartbeats.

once.

twice.

then, “we ever gonna talk about it again?” his voice is low, referring to the initial argument, clearly not having given up on it.

“we will.”

“when?”

“now…?”

“now.” he sighs, like he’s about to go into a game where the odds are against him. “just come. there are a million people we trust to leave the kids with.”

you’re biting your lip, unsure and thinking of the similarly million ways it could all go wrong, forever apprehensive to leave your kids alone. “okay but-“

“no buts. it’s gonna be fine, it’s always been fine. it’ll be one day, out of hundreds. you can do that, baby.”

you’re mulling it over in your mind, thinking of how he said you didn’t care about him anymore.

as if on cue, reading you like an open book, rafe interjects your thoughts with a soft, “i know what i said, an’ i’m sorry. none of that shit’s true, i know that. i just want you to be there.”

“yeah?” you turn your head to look at him a little better, while he brushes back some hair that falls into your eyes.

“yeah.” he murmurs, tilting his head down at you.

he’s looking down at you with the same blue eyes that can do no wrong, even in the worst days of your marriage. the look is so desperate, a silent plea in them to just say yes, one you’ve always been ridiculously weak for.

“mkay, i’m sorry too an’ i’ll come,” you finally agree, leading rafe’s face to break into a grin as he leans down to you.

“you’re sure?” he hovers over you, forearms on either side of your head.

“yeah i’m sure,” you mutter, laughing when he presses his lips to yours, quickly switching to messy pecks across your whole face.

“rafe! cut it out!” you squeal, trying to keep your voice to a minimum so as not to wake up the kids next door.

he only hums, however, stopping for a brief second. “i love you,” he repeats, this time dangling the words like a warning in which a satisfactory answer might prevent his onslaught of kisses.

“i love you too,” you exhale, blowing your mess of hair out of your way.

“there we go, sweetcheeks,” he grins, causing you to laugh against his chest while his arms hold you impossibly closer.

[loveroffemmes]

Picking Sides | Mari Ibarra x Fem! Reader

warning: one-shot with smut, situationship, jealousy, jealous sex, possessiveness, possessive sex, both of your first times, fingering

summary: mari and shauna won't stop fighting and you keep having to break it up. mari's pissed that you don't defend her, she's pissed because she feels like shauna's caught your eye. maybe it's time to talk about the feelings you guys refuse to ever address.

this is my favorite thing that I've written on here!! wooo :)

"I fucking hate her." Mari grumbles. Shauna had tackled Mari and bit her during our 'capture the flag' game; so here I was, kneeled in front of Mari, cleaning her wounds.

"It's just a game." I hum in response, dabbing the blood from Mari's leg.

Mari huffs, "You always take her side! She fucking bit me!"

"I don't always take her side. I can tell she's going through a lot, ever since Jackie died---"

Mari cut me off by shoving me away from her, "Fuck off, (Y/n)! I don't need you to help me. I don't need to hear you excuse her! You're supposed to be my friend, not kissing up to that psycho."

"Mari, I-I'm sorry. I'm trying to not make things worse out here."

"Then, take my side! Oh, my god, (Y/n), fuck the peace!" Before I could respond to her outburst, Mari had already stomped off to her tent. Things have been tense between her and I since then. I wish she could understand where I was coming from. I wish she could understand that I'm trying to protect her. Shauna has gotten worse and worse lately and I understand why, but Mari being the target of it all worries me.

Mari ignored me for the rest of the day, mostly staying in her hut until it was time for our winner's dinner.

I sat next to Mari at the table and she scoffed. Shauna came over to us with Mari's soup in her hand. Mari shot her a sly smirk, "It feels good to be a winner." She gloated and Shauna smirked back at Mari, leaning over the bowl in her hands and spitting in it. Mari's eyes went wide, "Did you just spit in my fucking soup?" She growls, standing up so she's face to face with Shauna. I get up too, already getting in the middle of them. Shauna throws the soup to the ground, her hands reaching for Mari. I put a hand on both of their chests and push them away from each other (stop the fighting!), "She spit in my fucking soup, (Y/n), move!" Mari shouted, her hands reaching to try and hit Shauna.

Natalie and Taissa stood up, rushing to help me break Mari and Shauna apart. Shauna was held back by Natalie and Taissa as Mari walked back to her hut, a string of curse words left in her path. I followed and went into her hut with her, "What the fuck do you want, (Y/n)?" Mari spat.

"I wanted to make sure you're okay--"

"If you actually gave a fuck about me, (Y/n), then you would've done something."

"I did do something, I stopped Shauna from killing your ass!"

"You know that's not what I meant. You should've fucking hit her or at least let me hit her!" Mari yells before sighing, "You...it's like you're taking her side all over again. Before the crash, I remember when that girl shoved me to the ground during a game and you threatened to punch her. I knew you were never going to actually hit her, but you still stood up for me instead of standing between me and her and telling us to stop like you’re doing now."

"That was back then, things are different now, Mari."

"When the plane crashed, I was the first person you looked for. When Coach Ben set the cabin on fire, you made sure I made it out okay. When Lottie was doing her stupid rituals and I was being an idiot and following them, you went with me to make sure I wouldn't get hurt. When I got into that dumb fight with Melissa, you shoved her and told her to fuck off. You were always on my side and now it's like...it's like Shauna's bullshit has seeped into your brain and turned you against me!"

"Mari..."

"No! You don't get to 'Mari' me. You don't get to act like things haven't changed! So, what is it? What is it about Shauna that makes you prefer her?" Mari began to tear up, turning away from me completely so I wouldn't see.

"Prefer her? What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about!" Mari's voice cracked, it was unusual for her to be so unstoic, "Don't make me say it. You know that there's something between us, (Y/n), even if neither of us could ever admit it out loud."

"I don't--"

"Just stop! Don't make me feel crazy, you're the one thing in this place actually keeping me sane. Don't act like those stupid foraging trips we went on together every night alone meant nothing or when we slept next to each other every night in the cabin or when you got drunk at that party and almost kissed me!" Mari was basically shouting at this point, her back still turned to me.

I reached out and touched her shoulder, "Mari, I--"

She wouldn't let me get a word out. She turned around, continuing, "Tell me what it is about Shauna that makes me so easy to throw away!” If there was one thing about Mari that never changed after the crash, it was her stubbornness. 

“Can you shut up and listen to me?!” 

Mari crossed her arms over her chest, childishly tapping her foot, “What?” She demanded.

“I’m not throwing you away! I wasn’t lying when I said I was trying to keep the peace. I was scared of you getting hurt, Mari. I know you act like you can handle whatever Shauna throws at you, but I know you better than that and I know her better than that. You saw what happened to Javi, I am terrified that you’re going to end up…” I didn’t finish my sentence, Mari knew I was right, even if she was too stubborn to admit it. The air was thick and all we could do was stare at each other. 

Mari broke the silence between us, “There’s one thing you forgot to mention…” Mari looked down at her feet, clearly embarrassed, “Us.” Mari and I talked about everything together. We talked about the night on shrooms, we talked about the plane crash, we talked about every feeling or secret we had, but we never talked about us. At least, not until Mari had mentioned it, “I always felt like you protected me because you cared about me, but also because you…liked me.” Mari shook her head, as if to rid herself of her own immature thoughts, “So, to see you protect Shauna, I feel like there has to be something there.” I could tell Mari was getting worked up again, she had an obvious tell; her eyes would never leave yours, her brows would furrow ever so slightly, and SHE NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT, “Your little romance with Shauna is pissing me off and me being pissed off about it has nothing to do with how I feel about you, it’s just that it’s ruining my life!”

“You are so dramatic, Mari, you know I’m not into Shauna!” 

Mari stepped forward, our faces almost touching, “Then, prove it.” She challenged. 

I opened my mouth to question what exactly she meant and Mari had stopped me by doing the one thing neither of us had dared to do before. 

She kissed me. 

Her lips crashed into mine, not caring about knocking teeth or bumping noses. Her fingers dig into my jaw almost like she’s scared that this will end if her grip loosens even a little bit. The kiss isn’t gentle, it’s rough. It’s filled with years of desperation; of looking, but never touching. Of pretending like we’re just friends. Of everything we were scared of because we didn’t want to lose our friendship. Her mouth parts slightly and her tongue is pushing it’s way into my mouth. She presses our lips together harder, not wanting an inch of space between us. She bites my bottom lip — hard. She pulls away, pressing her forehead to mine as she takes a deep breath, “Take off your shirt.” 

“W-What?”

“You heard me, take off your shirt.” Mari says, more firmly this time, “I’m going to make you forget all about that psycho.” I don’t try to disagree with Mari this time, I know she’s far too set in her ways to even listen to reason. Instead, I separate from her and lift my shirt over my head. I can feel the cold wind coming into the tent, I can feel the goosebumps forming along my skin. Mari’s lips ghost over my neck and in an instant, her teeth are sinking into my neck. One of her hands is firmly planted on my hip while the other is entangled in my hair, ensuring that I can’t possibly move away from her. Mari sucks the skin of my neck harshly, making sure that everyone would be able to see the hickeys tomorrow. She sucks until my skin aches, mumbling as she does so, “Everyone’s going to know. That bitch will know you’re mine.” To emphasize her words, Mari bites down even harder and I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips. I can feel Mari’s sly smirk on my skin as she kisses down to my chest, biting and sucking my collarbone. She licks her lips right before she leaves hickies along the edge of my bra, not letting any inch of skin of mine go unmarked. Mari pulls away, staring at her work and smiling like an idiot. 

Mari’s eyes move back to mine, hers are so big and full of adoration that it makes my heart ache, “I like you!” Mari blurts out. 

I blush and smile. My hand moves to her jaw, my thumb brushing over her bottom lip, “I know that, Mari.” I laugh. 

“Well, I just…I think you should say it back…since you didn’t say it before.” Mari sheepishly mumbles. She is so cute, but so dumb. 

“I like you too, Mari.” Mari exhales, her posture more relaxed now as if me letting her leave fifty million hickeys on me was not enough proof that I was into her. 

“Now, time to get that bra off!” Mari not so smoothly says and I drop my hand from her face, shifting it to her shoulder so I can playfully shove her, “Hey! I’m serious.” She pouts. I hate that I find those big, brown eyes to be so irresistible especially since they are attached to the biggest idiot I know. I can’t help but listen to her, I reach my arms behind my back and begin to unclip my bra when Mari stops me, “W-Wait, I want to do it.” My arms drop to my sides and Mari’s hands quickly replace where mine had just fallen from. She unclasps my bra and takes it off, her mouth slightly agape as she takes in the sight in front of her. The sight of me, topless and covered in hickeys left by her. 

Mari’s hands move to my chest; groping, squeezing, cupping any bit of it that she can. Her actions are rough and not at all smooth, but the look on her face is so loving that her rugged movements do nothing but turn me on even more. Mari’s fingers circle my nipples as her eyes watch me, studying every reaction. Her thumb and index finger close around my nipple as Mari watches for what actions makes me moan the loudest, “Fuck, you really sound like that? I must be good at this.” This cocky idiot. I can’t help but roll my eyes causing Mari to pinch once more, her smirk growing bigger as my moans get louder. 

“Mari, I need you.” 

“Y-You want to…go all the way?” Mari hesitantly asks, her eyes lighting up. I nod, too embarrassed to say any more and Mari’s hands drop from my chest, “You have to answer or I won’t know!” 

Liar. She just wants to hear me say it, “I want to have sex with you, Mari.” 

Mari grins, her entire face beaming, “Undress.” She says. I begin removing my shorts and panties as Mari removes the makeshift winner’s cape from her shoulders and sets it down on her bedding, attempting to provide some more cushion to it. Mari turns back to face me, her eyes raking over my body, “Fuck.” Her words are breathless, her hands reaching out to touch any part of me. Her hands land on my waist and she pulls me in, her lips finding mine in the first gentle action of the night. We kissed as we lowered onto Mari’s questionable sleeping arrangements. 

Mari’s hands slide down my stomach, to my thighs, inching up to my center. Her fingers grazed over my folds and she broke the kiss to look at them. She held them up to her face and repeatedly separated her index and middle finger, watching the wetness collected on them string across, “That wet just from me kissing you?”

“You did a lot more than just kiss me!” I argue, my face heating up as Mari giggled. 

Her fingers returned to my thighs and Mari’s breathing faltered, “I don’t…I don’t really know what I’m doing.” Mari nervously admits, embarrassed by her lack of knowledge. 

I blush, stammering, “T-Try doing…what you do to yourself to me.” I suggest and Mari nods, determined. 

Her fingers inch closer and closer and I can feel my body aching for her touch. Her other hand moves to my hip, helping to steady me. Her thumb ghosts over my clit and my thighs shake, “Did…Did that feel good?” Mari nervously asks.

“R-Really good.” 

Mari smiles and her thumb grazes my clit with more confidence, her touch becoming firmer. Her index finger slips lower, her thumb still rubbing my clit, and she slides her finger inside me. I arch into her touch, “Is this okay?” I nod and Mari begins to move her finger. She’s gentle and slow, almost like speeding up would somehow break me. Mari’s lips drift to my neck again; however, this time, she isn’t biting down or sucking – she’s leaving soft kisses along the skin, trying her best to keep me relaxed as she adds a second finger. 

“Mari!” The moan slips from my lips and Mari’s fingers instinctively curl inside me. I jerk against her hand, beginning to grind my hips in sync with her thrusts. Her movements became more and more confident, her fingers moving perfectly inside me – it was hard to believe it was her first time. Mari was more determined than she had ever been, the moans of her name spurring her on as she eagerly fucked me. The only sound echoing in this small tent is my moans and Mari’s wet fingers gliding in and out of me, “Mari, I’m close.” I moan, my hips jerking into her hand even more. I can’t help it, it feels like I need Mari’s fingers more than I’ve ever needed anything. I can feel the heat pooling in my stomach and it doesn’t take long before I’m tightening around Mari’s fingers. Her thrusts slow down, but her thumb keeps a consistent pace on my clit. 

“You look so pretty, (Y/n).” Mari breathes out as she watches me unfold under her. I moan nothing but her name as I come on her fingers. Mari’s movements slow down, helping me ride out my orgasm. Once I finish, Mari slowly takes her fingers out and smiles at me, “You are so hot.” I blush, too out of breath to respond. 

Mari lays down next to me, her arms wrapping around me and pulling my back flush against her, “That was amazing. You’re amazing.” Mari says, kissing my shoulder, “This is where you tell me I’m amazing too.” 

I laugh, as does Mari, “You were amazing too, Mari.” I reply, breathless.

We sat in comfortable silence for a few moments; both recovering from everything that had taken place today, not only in the last two hours, but this whole day. That was until Mari broke the silence, "We make a way better couple than that psycho and her dumb hat-wearing girlfriend." Mari mumbles, placing another kiss on my shoulder, “We’re basically the it couple of the huts.”

“You did not seriously just say that.” 

“You can’t cringe at the words that leave my mouth now when this mouth was just all over you.” Mari happily responds. 

I roll my eyes, “And since when did we become a couple? I don’t recall you asking me to be your girlfriend.” 

Mari’s eyes widen and her jaw drops, it’s the most shocked I’ve ever seen her look, “You’re really still into Shauna after all of that?! I put my best work into you! Even when my hand started cramping, I didn’t make a single noise!” 

“I am banning you from ever mentioning Shauna again, you idiot.” I turn to face Mari, pecking her lips before continuing, “I am only into you, Mari.” 

I can feel Mari relaxing in my arms, “Promise?” 

Mari lifts up her pinky finger and I interlock it with mine, “I promise.”

“Does this mean we’re dating?” 

“Yes, idi–”

“Stop calling me that! If anything, I’m way smarter than you.”

I smirk, knowing what I was about to say would win this faux argument, “Melissa said you chipped your tooth on your vibrator.” 

Mari gasped, “No way my girlfriend is engaging with gossip about me!” 

“Girlfriend?” 

Mari playfully hit me, “Deny it one more time and I’m spitting in your soup.”

“Fine, I’m Mari Ibarra’s girlfriend.” Mari happily sighs, her arms wrapping around me once more. She felt more relaxed than she ever had, as though that label had managed to fill every single need she ever had. 

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[lixiaolang]

Reconnection

Pairing: Go Hyuntak x fem!reader

Summary: Having known of Hyuntak from his training days of Tae Kwon Do, you never thought you'd run into him again. What started as admiration from afar quickly turned into the beginning of something more.

Word Count: 5.3k

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Pain. That's all you felt as you struggled to put your hair up in a high ponytail. You still felt sore from Friday's beating, but it was slowly going away, as were your bruises. Hyuntak had messaged you about where to meet him and his friends today, so you were trying to get ready. He said it was at a basketball court so you settled for a tight shirt, baggy black pants and your favorite sneakers.

“Here,” Soo-ah offered to help, taking the hair tie from you. “Let me do it.”

Your friends had come over again to help you with getting ready, and you were grateful. When you told them yesterday about everything that had happened between you and Hyuntak, they were speechless. But you could tell their happiness for you didn’t reach their eyes. Even now, they remained quiet. Ja-in was laying on your bed, playing her game.

“Hey.” You looked at Soo-ah in the mirror. “What's with you guys?”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever since I told you Hyuntak became my boyfriend, you both have been acting weird.”

Soo-ah finished doing your hair and turned to look at Ja-in, who sat up. She explained, “We just… we don't want to see you get hurt.”

“You think Hyuntak would hurt me?” Your eyes widened in shock.

“No, no!” Soo-ah shakes her head. “We just think because of the rumors about him and his friends and what happened a few months ago, it's not a good idea to be associated with him.”

“Because of that stuff with the Union?” You raised a brow.

You weren't sure about exactly what had happened apart from some rumors going around at your school. Rumor had it that Eunjang High School had won in a fight against the Union, with Baku leading the whole ordeal. Some of the girls at your school had dated some of the Union boys, and they were pissed off.

“Don't look at us like we're crazy. Do you really want to get mixed up in all that?” Ja-in crossed her arms.

“Ever since they won, there's nothing to get involved in. It's been peaceful.” You protested.

“Peaceful?” Soo-ah lifted up your shirt, revealing your healing bruise. “Look at what happened just from being with him for a few days!”

“That's not fair. It's not his fault Yuna is crazy.”

Ja-in laughed in frustration. “Hey, I didn't take you for the delusional type.”

You stood up, facing her. “Call it what you want, but you both knew I liked him even before the Union. Besides, don't you think I've thought about the risks already?” You turned to look at Soo-ah, pointing to the spot of your bruise. “You think this doesn't remind me every day?

“I know what I'm getting myself into. You don't have to add salt to the wound. I'm sorry you feel the way you do about him, but nothing you can say will change my mind about Hyuntak. He's the one I want. And by some miracle, he wants me to. I finally get to be with him. Why can't you just be happy for me?”

Soo-ah and Ja-in looked at one another. Then they sat down on your bed, leaving a space in the middle for you. You crossed your arms, trying not to cry out of frustration as you sat down between them.

“We're sorry.” Ja-in began. “We didn’t mean to upset you.”

Soo-ah put an arm around you, “But you have to understand, seeing you get beat up like that, we thought we were going to lose you.”

Holding your hand, Ja-in continued, “We know Hyuntak would never do anything to hurt you. But hearing about the fights he and his friends have been in. It's hard not to imagine you getting caught up in that.”

“I know,” you exhaled, “but I'll be fine. I promise.”

“We're happy for you, really. From what we saw yesterday, he's certainly very protective of you.” Soo-ah smiled.

Your friends squeezed you in for a group hug. You understood why they were worried. Having them care so much made you realize that they just want what's best for you. You were certain they would grow to like Hyuntak more once they got to know him.

◇

Later, the taxi dropped you off at the meet-up spot. Spring had finally arrived, and the weather was bright and sunny, perfect for an active day out. As you walked towards the basketball courts, your eyes immediately found Hyuntak and his friends. Five of them were shooting hoops with him, and you recognized Juntae and Sieun sitting off in the sidelines on the steps.

“y/n!” Hyuntak waved at you once he saw you coming.

From where you stood, you could see he wore a white shirt and gray sweatpants with his vans you've seen him wear before. Making the timeout signal towards his friends, he jogged up to you with a grin on his face. “Hi. I'm glad you found your way okay.”

“Hi.” You smiled back shyly.

Hyuntak chuckled nervously, unsure if he should hug you, especially since he had worked up a bit of a sweat. “We're just practicing for the final basketball season next semester. Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone.”

Taking your hand in his, he led you to where everyone had gathered. You looked down at your intertwined hands and felt your heart flutter. It sounded silly, but you didn't think you'd ever get used to it. Blushing, you looked up at him, and he caught your eye. Smiling, he asked, “What?” Shaking your head, you smiled too, “Nothing.”

“Hey, everyone!” Hyuntak announced once you got closer. “There's someone I want you to meet.”

As all his friends gathered in front of the two of you, you felt intimidated by their tall and strong figures, especially Baku. His broad shoulders stood out under the red basketball jersey he wore. You didn't know a lot about him, except he was Hyuntak's most trusted friend, captain of the basketball team, and peacekeeper of their school. Because of that, you wanted him to like you. Not just as Hyuntak's girlfriend, but as a person in general.

Park Humin seemed to read your mind because his big brown eyes softened and he smiled gently at you. You exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding and smiled back. “It's good to see you again, y/n,” he said. “Kicked anyone's ass lately?”

Hyuntak sighed in disapproval at his joke. At least, that's what you thought it was until you realized he was actually waiting for an answer. You felt a reassuring squeeze to your hand as Hyuntak gave you a nod to go ahead.

“Oh. Um… no?” You told him. It sounded like a question.

“Good.” Baku grinned. “Don't want you getting hurt again.”

“You know the idiot here, Park Humin,” Hyuntak rolled his eyes. He pointed to three boys standing off to the side, “those three over there are our teammates from school. Guys, this is y/n.” They waved at you, and you waved back.

“That's Ahn Suho, Seo Juntae, and Yeon Sieun.” He finished the introductions with the friends who had helped you on the first day you ran into them.

Out of the three, Sieun stood out to you. You had heard rumors about him from last year, how he was good at calculating and using things around him to his advantage in fights. You knew he was incredibly smart, brave, and much more of an introvert than you. He was also very protective of his friends, particularly of Suho, who was leaning against him with an arm on his shoulder.

“Hello,” you said before they noticed you staring too long, “it's nice to properly meet you all.”

“We were just watching the game over there. Want to join us?” Juntae asked, gesturing to where they were seated.

“Sure.” You nodded.

Hyuntak gave your hand a light squeeze. “Wish me luck?” Before you could say anything, he leaned down and gently pressed his lips to yours. With one last kiss, he backed up, giving you a smug look. You watched a bit dazed as he let go of your hand and jogged back to continue the game.

Sitting down between Juntae and Sieun, you felt the most comfortable with them. You couldn't explain it. Something about the aura they both emitted gave you a sense of calm. The three of you silently watched the game together until Juntae offered you a banana milk drink.

“Oh, thank you,” you smiled at him happily.

“You're welcome,” Juntae said, “we have some snacks here too, in case you're hungry.”

You could only nod, not expecting their generosity and kindness. They didn’t even know you, and yet they were already treating you as a friend. A warmth flooded through you, and you tried to hide your smile as you opened your drink. You took a sip and then focused on the game.

Hyuntak, Baku, and Suho were on one team while the other three were on the other. Watching them play, you realized just how good they were at communicating with each other, passing the ball at the right time, or blocking for someone when needed. Not only that, Hyuntak was just as skilled at basketball as he was with Taekwondo. You watched in amazement as he shot a three-pointer with ease, giving Suho a quick high five after.

“Wow.” You breathed, a grin slowly showing on your face.

“Are you having fun?” A voice to your left said. You turned to look at Sieun, who was watching the game, and turned his head to look at you.

Trying not to look too surprised that he was speaking to you, you nodded, “Yes.”

The same stoic expression remained on his face as he looked back at the game. You closed your eyes in frustration towards yourself for not keeping the conversation going. Befriending Sieun wasn't going to be easy. It was hard enough to tell what he was thinking, so you could only imagine what kind of first impression he had of you. You really wanted to get to know him.

“Nice!” Baku praised Suho for making another basket. As the game continued on, you noticed that Hyuntak's water bottle was running low. You recognized his duffle bag the bottle was next to from his room.

“I'll be right back,” you told Juntae, standing up.

Hyuntak caught the ball Baku had passed to him when he noticed you walking off. He was about to call another time out when he saw Sieun say something to Juntae, then stand up and walk after you. Letting out a sigh of relief, he focused back on the game, knowing that you were probably the safest with him.

You reached down to grab the cold water bottle from the vending machine when you heard loud voices coming up behind you. Turning around, a group of guys were entranced by something playing on one of their phones, their excitement visible. Just as you started to walk off, a voice called out towards you.

“Whoa! It's her!”

Stopping midstep, you turned around to see four pairs of eyes staring at you in amazement. You looked around to make sure it really was you and not somebody else. Lifting up your hand, you pointed at yourself in confusion, “Me?”

“You're the girl that kicked Yuna in the face!”

You didn't know how to feel. A mixture of embarrassment and confusion still. Did somebody send them a video? You remembered some of the girls had been recording the fight, but you never thought it would reach other schools. If it had indeed gone viral, things were not looking good when you went back to school tomorrow.

“Hey, you must be pretty tough to take on that many girls,” one of them said. With a wink at you, he added, “Emphasis on the pretty.”

Another joined in, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Hey, dumbass. She's probably dating Go Hyuntak. Can't you tell from the video?”

Everything was happening too fast. Many thoughts were running through your head, and you just wanted to be with Hyuntak again. From what you could tell, the boys meant no harm and were just impressed by what they saw. You looked at them as they waited for an answer from you.

“I'm sorry,” you gave a quick apologetic bow before turning to leave.

“Wait!” One called after you.

The group of guys stopped abruptly in their tracks when they noticed Sieun approaching. You looked at him in surprise because you hadn't even heard him follow you. He walked up next to you and glared at the boys.

“Yeon Sieun.” The voice of the boy who spoke had a tone of fear behind it.

You slowly moved to stand behind Sieun, but still kept your guard up just in case. The boys had begun to step back, and you watched as their bravado turned cowardly. You were speechless. What could Sieun have done to make them react in such a way? At his mere presence?

“We're sorry,” the guy with the phone said, “we didn't know she was with you.”

“Just go.” said Sieun.

They all turned and hurriedly walked off. You were still watching them leave when you felt a hand touch yours. Not realizing you were gripping the water bottle too tight, you eased up after looking at Sieun. His eyes were filled with worry as he asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Thank you.”

“Come on. Gotak will be wondering what's taking so long.”

You both started walking back toward the courts in silence. At the mention of his name, you didn't know if you should tell Hyuntak about what just happened. Or about the video. It was probably nothing, and yet a part of you knew that you were wrong.

“You should tell him,” Sieun looked at you with an expression you couldn't place. “It's best that he knows everything that concerns you. Trust me. Secrets have a way of getting out.”

Before you could ask what he meant, Baku's loud voice was heard from down the field, “Hey! Hurry up! You're about to miss the winning shot!”

Sieun went down first, and you followed after. Juntae greeted you both and explained how both teams were now tied. The one who makes the next shot wins the game. He laughed as he added that the losing team had to buy food for everyone. You tried your best to focus on the game, not wanting Hyuntak to worry.

Everyone watched in anticipation as Baku passed the ball to Suho. He dribbled the ball towards their side of the net, his blocker coming up right in front of him. Faking making the shot, he quickly passed it to Hyuntak, who caught it, and made the winning basket. The boys went wild, and you cheered along with Juntae. You look at Sieun, who had a small smile on his face.

Hyuntak rushed over to you, and you threw your arms around him, not caring if he was sweaty. You were just happy to be in his arms again. He spun you around, the happiness radiating off of him contagious, and you let yourself forget what had happened earlier. At least for the moment. He set you down, taking your face in his hands and kissing you with a smile.

“You were incredible.” You praised him in between kisses.

“Yeah?” He paused to look at you, his eyes sparkling.

You nodded, pulling him back in for one more kiss. Hyuntak chuckled, “Hey, maybe I should win more often.”

Rolling your eyes, you laughed as you handed him the water bottle you bought for him. He smiled and thanked you before opening it and practically chugged the whole thing down. You watched in awe, still not believing that this multi talented man was your boyfriend. He caught you staring so you looked away, blushing.

Baku walked up to you both. “Sangmin is buying lunch,” he grinned. “There's a new place I've been wanting to check out. Are you down?”

Hyuntak looked at you, “What do you think? Want to try it?”

As much as you wanted to, you were beginning to feel overstimulated. You didn’t want to ruin their dinner by not being fully there mentally. Your thoughts were still all over the place, and frankly, you just wanted to go back home. So you shook your head, “You guys go ahead. It was a great game, though.”

“Gotak is just glad he got to show off in front of you,” Baku smiled, bumping his shoulder against his friend's. “Rain check on the dinner then, guys!” He said, walking back to Juntae and his teammates.

“You're not going with them?” You looked at Hyuntak.

“I'd rather spend more time with you.”

His words filled you with glee, and you took his hand in yours. As you said goodbye to everyone else, you noticed Sieun and Suho were doing some practice shots a few feet away. Suho was standing behind Sieun as he fixed his arms in order to get the right position for the shot. Together, they watched as the ball went up and into the net. You watched as Suho praised Sieun, who looked at him with an intensity that made you look away out of privacy.

“Sieun! Suho! Come say goodbye!” Baku waved them over.

“Hey, y/n,” Suho said as they walked up to you, “What did you think of the game? Hyuntak looked pretty awesome, right?”

“You all did.” You smiled at him. “It was great. And it was nice to see you all again.”

“Get home safe.” Sieun told you.

Juntae handed Hyuntak his belongings, along with the basketball. He smiled, “Thanks Jun. Let me know when everyone gets home, yeah?”

“I will. We'll see you tomorrow at school.” Juntae waved at you. “And we're looking forward to seeing you again, y/n.”

They all waved goodbye as you and Hyuntak started your walk home. You bounced the basketball as you went and couldn't remember the last time you played. Hand-eye coordination was not your best, which is why if you had to do a school sport, you were more of a track and field type of person.

“Next time we will go somewhere we can all enjoy,” Hyuntak told you, “but did you have fun?”

“I did.” You stopped bouncing the ball and looked at him. “Your friends are all really nice.”

“I'm glad you think so. They're good guys.”

Hesitating because you didn't want to make assumptions, you eventually asked, “Are Suho and Sieun dating?”

“They are,” he said with a smile. “It’s impossible to miss seeing their level of devotion, huh?”

“It looks pretty intense.”

He stopped to take the basketball from you and slipped his free hand into yours. “They went through a lot the past two years. One thing you should know is that those two would do anything for each other. Suho is Sieun's first and only priority, and Sieun is Suho's.”

Continuing the walk, you both turned a corner into a busy street. It was crowded and noisy, people rushing to get to where they needed to go. You weren't familiar with the area, but you felt safe with Hyuntak. He pulled you in closer, making sure you stayed with him.

“You make it seem like Sieun would leave you and everyone if there was a choice between his friends, or Suho.”

“I wouldn't necessarily phrase it like that,” he pondered.

“I'm right?”

“I guess it just depends on the matter at hand. Even if that were the case, I would respect Sieun's decision. Especially now that I understand where he's coming from,” Hyuntak looked at you. “To put the one who matters most to you first.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Feeling like there was nothing more to say, you leaned against him with a smile. He let go of your hand to put his arm over your shoulder, and you wrapped your arm around his waist. Kissing the top of your head, the walk continued on for a few more minutes until you saw that you were standing in front of his place.

“Do you want to come in for a while? We could order pizza.”

“Sure.” You beamed at him. “I'd like that.”

◇

Later, after Hyuntak had showered and rested, you were both sitting on the floor finishing up your dinner. You let him tell you about the game and what you had missed while you and Sieun were gone. The way he talked about basketball, full of life and joy, you could tell the sport meant a lot to him.

“Suho passing the ball at the last minute was a surprise,” Hyuntak laughed. “He usually makes the shots even if someone is blocking him.”

“It's a good thing you're quick on your feet then.” You smiled.

He blushed, letting out a small chuckle at your compliment. Then he let out a big stretch and sighed, “It's still kind of early. Do you want to go home?”

You shook your head.

Hyuntak smiled, pleased with your answer, “We can watch a movie. Why don't you pick something and I'll clean up here.”

As you scrolled through the movies, your mind wandered back to what Sieun had said. How you should tell Hyuntak about what had happened today and the video. You weren't sure how to bring it up without worrying him. Not to mention, he was in a good mood after winning the practice game, and you didn't want to spoil the evening.

You felt him sit next to you, his arm settled on the couch behind you, “Hey, what's wrong?”

Of course he would notice your change in mood. Not wanting to look him in the eyes just yet, you noticed his shorts had risen just above his right knee when he sat down. You placed a gentle hand on it and carefully lifted the fabric just a bit more to see his scar. You gasped softly, slowly tracing it with your fingers. This was the first time Hyuntak wore shorts without his usual knee brace, and you couldn't help but wonder if he wanted you to see it.

“That feels nice.” Hyuntak whispered, closing his eyes at your warm touch. He then opened them and looked at you, “Ask me anything you want.”

You hesitated, trying to figure out where to start. “Did the Union do this?”

“Yes.”

For some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to ask why they attacked him in the first place. They were a disgusting excuse for human beings, and it made you angry at the unfair advantage they had. You knew Hyuntak wouldn't lose a fight unless he was outnumbered. Not ready to hear the reason behind the ambush, you went with a different question.

“You were alone?”

“Yes,” he repeated. “I was on my way home when they jumped me.”

The anger you felt suddenly turned into sadness. You leaned against Hyuntak's chest so he wouldn't see your tears start to fall. Your hand never left his knee, and you could only imagine the pain he felt during it all. It crushed you, knowing he suffered by himself and possibly even more during his recovery process. The trauma that comes from something like that was too much for anyone to bear.

“You must've been so scared,” you softly cried.

There was a short pause until he said, “Maybe a little.” He placed a hand on your shoulder for comfort.

In all honesty, Hyuntak was scared at the time. Scared of what his future would look like. If he would heal enough to be able to continue Taekwondo. Scared for Baku, wondering if they would go after him next. His fears turned into reality when the doctor told him his Taekwondo days were over. And then again, when Baekjin convinced Baku to finally join the Union.

But all of that was in the past now. He's made peace with knowing he'll never be at the same level he once was. And with never knowing what could've been. Hyuntak doesn't dwell on it anymore. His friends and you. That's what was currently happening. Dreams come and go. Life can get in the way. Yet he knows that as long as he has you and his best friends, everything has a way of working out.

“y/n, it's okay,” he moves you so you're looking at him, “I'm okay, really.”

Hyuntak said it with such certainty that you knew it was true. He was here with you, healthy and alive. That's all that mattered. Wiping your tears with his thumb, he gave you a small smile. You tried to return it but failed. He sighed, pulling you in for a hug, “So emotional.” There was a hint of humor behind his tone.

“It's not funny,” you frowned.

“No, it's not,” Hyuntak exhaled. “It's touching to know that you care so much about me, though.”

Whether he wanted you to or not, you let out a chuckle. Pulling back to face him, you intertwined your hand with his, finally removing your hand from his knee. His eyes searched yours, trying to see if you felt better. To answer him, you leaned in to kiss him, slow and gentle. You made a promise to yourself to make sure he never felt the way he did back then.

His kisses were soft and sweet as he placed his hand against your cheek. A warm and fuzzy feeling built up inside of you, your heart feeling like it could burst. You realized that your feelings for Hyuntak had grown stronger over the past couple of days. This new and powerful feeling had you wanting to give everything and do anything for him.

Hyuntak sighed, touching his nose against yours. “For the record, I care about you just as much. I can't see myself without you now that I'm yours.”

You swooned at his words. He said it so easily, as if he had already made up his mind about you. Granted, you had done the same about him. You couldn't let go of him if you tried. Every day with him only rooted him further into your heart. He was becoming a part of you that you also couldn't live without.

“I'll always want you.” You said simply, pulling back to properly look at him. There was a change in his eyes once you said those words. He smirked, his expression fervent.

“Good. Because I'm not going anywhere.”

He kissed you harder this time, his actions speaking louder than his words. Hyuntak wasn't just a talker. Once he set his mind on something, odds were he was going to follow through. As he deepened the kiss, you knew that the only way he would leave you was if you told him too.

You felt his hands explore your body over your clothes. He was everywhere. Even his fresh smell from the shower filled your senses. His hands picked you up slightly, so you were straddling him. Your hands fisted his hair as you pressed your body against his, his arms wrapping around you.

A whimper escaped when he bit your bottom lip.

“What is it, baby?” He murmured against your skin, his lips traveling down to your jaw until they settled on your neck.

Your mind was racing, but you didn't want him to stop. You shivered as he kept touching you, letting him have his way with you. His hands went under your shirt, and you felt his calloused fingers run along your bare skin. Arching your back, you were slowly becoming a mess, and he knew it.

“Should we show everyone at your school tomorrow that you belong to me?” Hyuntak breathed as he started leaving love bites and marks along your neck, “My pretty girl.”

“Hyuntak,” you panted.

Closing your eyes, you relished in the way his mouth felt against you. You moaned as he worked his way down your neck, and you gasped when he lifted your shirt up almost all the way. You quickly pulled your shirt back down, but Hyuntak already saw your healing bruise. Just like that, the magic switched off, and it was back to reality. He leaned back, his eyes worried.

You were catching your breath as you touched your forehead against his, “It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm fine.”

“I'm walking you to school tomorrow,” he said, determined.

Hyuntak gently removed you from his lap and stood up. You watched as he went inside his room and came back wearing a light color block jacket and your favorite blue hoodie of his at hand. He offered it to you. Taking it, you slowly stood up. Since you were going home, and the night was over, you figured now was the time to tell him what had happened earlier in the day.

“There's something else.”

He stopped midway from picking up his keys. Looking at you confused, he asked, "What?”

“When I went to go buy your water bottle during the game, a few guys came up to me. They recognized me from a video going around with us and Yuna.”

Hyuntak's jaw clenched as he processed this. “Did they hurt you?”

“No,” you shook your head. “Sieun found me and told them to leave.”

“Why didn't you mention this earlier?”

“I didn't want to make you worry. You were so happy after winning the game.”

His face relaxed a bit at your words. With a sigh, he walked towards you and reached for your hand, holding it tightly, “I'm sorry. I know you meant well, but you have to tell me whenever things like that happen, sweetheart.”

“I know. I should've listened to Sieun. He said to tell you,” You looked down at your feet. “I'm sorry.”

Placing a finger underneath your chin, he made you look at him again, “What else did he say?”

“That secrets have a way of getting out.”

He has a point, Hyuntak thought. Suho eventually found out about what happened to Sieun on his birthday, and the outcome was disastrous. It wasn't either of their faults, but if there's one thing Hyuntak learned from that situation was that keeping things quiet didn't always end well.

“Why are people afraid of him?”

Your question seemed to bring him out of his thoughts. He looked at you, caught off guard, “Hm?”

“The guys we ran into. They didn’t want anything to do with Sieun and took off, scared.”

“It's a long story. Come on. Let's get you home first.”

He helped you into his hoodie, and you both made your way out the door. During the taxi ride, Hyuntak told you about what happened between Sieun and Suho over the past two years. About the fights they got into in order to protect and defend the other, without giving it a second thought. Hyuntak also mentioned how the first time he fought Sieun, it was because he said some things he shouldn't have, which he later apologized for.

“Experiencing the way he fights first-hand, it would probably freak out anyone. I'm not surprised those idiots ran off when they did.”

“He really would do anything for Suho, wouldn't he?”

“In a heartbeat.”

You began to understand Sieun after hearing more about him. For someone who ended up in a lot of tough situations, he never once let it change who he is. Someone as kind and warm as him deserved a person like Suho. The taxi came to a stop, signaling that you made it home. Hyuntak walked you to your front door with the taxi waiting for him. You began to remove his hoodie, but he stopped you.

“Keep it. It looks better on you,” he smiled. It slowly faded as he rubbed the back of his head. “Listen, I might be a bit overprotective this week. Just until I know you'll be safe at school.”

“Is there anything I can do?” You asked, wanting to ease his worries.

“Stay safe,” he said, looking into your eyes. “And stay out of trouble.”

Just as you were about to object at his last request, he leaned down to kiss you.

“Sleep well, y/n. I'll be back to pick you up in the morning.”

a/n: sorry for the long wait! I hope this longer chapter makes up for it <3

and also happy pride month! Had to include the boyfriends :')

taglist: @hollxe1 @snowflakemoon3 @l5byrinth @pjselee @quokkluv @its-just-me0

[preemptivejustice]

Everyone listened with a deep sense of politeness, some of them looking with intrigue while some just listened to be kind. The veteran relaxed visibly, his shoulders lowering from where they’d been up near his ears. No one stared with judgement, most of them not even looking up at all; one of the women was wiping at her eyes, while others looked more tired than before. Not worn out, but seen; as if it was another bridge of connection. 

Arthur nodded, the gesture small and slow; his eyes were shining with a gentle pride, a happiness that Marc allowed himself to open up like that; it would come with shame, he knew, which was why it was important to treat the moment with such delicate nature. 

“That makes perfect sense,” he said quietly. “Two things can be true at the same time. Wanting silence and missing noise. Hating what you had and grieving that it’s gone. Wanting out, and still feeling like you left something behind. You did. It’s painful. And it’s correct, to mourn what you’ve lost. Loss is loss, no matter what it is you’re losing.” 

There was a small, brief shift as everyone took that in. One of the men crossed his legs, another scratched at their wrist. The veteran didn’t speak, but his eyes had softened; something a bit less guarded, deciding that he’d found a silent companion in Marc. Perhaps they would never talk, but it hardly mattered; having someone was better than having no one. 

It wasn’t him who spoke next. 

“That’s what I keep getting caught up on,” a young woman offered; one who had been silent until now, just standing near a wall, inspired to speak by Marc doing so. “That it doesn’t make sense. I think about how shitty it was, living with my cousin after… after what happened. But when I’m here, I just want him to text me. Even if it’s mean, even if he’s just telling me to shut up.” 

She sniffed, shifting. “Sometimes I check, y’know, at phone time. I’ll check, even though I know he won’t text me. And I’ll go through my old messages just to be sure - like… maybe they disappeared. Maybe I missed something.” 

Arthur nodded again, listening; the woman wiped at her eyes again, using the sleeve against her wrist to do so. 

“I still sleep on the floor,” the veteran finally spoke again, his gaze lightly on Marc before dipping back down to the ground. “Even at home. Pisses my wife off, she wants me to stop. I don’t like beds, though. The springs. Reminds me of some fuckin’… I dunno. Something. I don’t like them.” 

Arthur’s mouth twitched, though he nodded to that as well. “We can build strange armor,” he agreed. “But it’s comfortable. And when it gets heavy… maybe we don’t want to take it off. Maybe we feel safer in things that hurt because we know what to expect. Maybe the thought of hurting is easier than the thought of the unknown.” 

Another murmur, another set of hums in consideration or agreement. 

As much as Marc had listened for the whole of that group meeting so far, surprisingly less bothered by everything than he had expected to be - almost a bit curious at the edges there, despite his own brain telling himself that he doesn't care, doesn't give a fuck, just wants to leave and... go somewhere, to a place he can't ever return to - he is actually listening a lot more once that one guy speaks up, talking about coffee---

---And that, somehow, catches Marc's attention. He knows why that is, honestly: A veteran talking about what Marc had done as well, each and every day, while being stationed at different places - had a cup of coffee in the morning, burnt and too bitter to be comfortable, just that he'd indulged in plopping a sugar cube into it whenever they were able to get their hands on some. He remembers Buck, who would manage to get his hands on coffee creamer every now and then, even - the powery one, much worse than milk but so much better than nothing, honestly. Remembers them all sitting in around that gas cooker in the early morning, waited for that damn water to come to a boil, each holding a metal cup filled with instant coffee as silence stretched... the quiet before the possible storm.

Marc had a cup of bitter coffee this morning, as he did the day before. The... couple of days before that, when he could still remember him having been him and... not... someone else, whoever that had been. Not Steven, he reminds himself, shifts a bit on his seat again. Routine it is for him, a routine that he would miss if he were to stop doing it.

...Isn't it odd how he also feels himself agreeing with that other guy there, talking about missing the sound of things? Marc had always hated it, to hear Gabriel snore, Buck talk in his sleep, Paul farting like his life depended on it. And yet, silence is worse.

Silence had always been worse, because it meant that something had happened before. Someone died, someone got injured, someone had to leave - silence. A change of sound. A change of something someone got so used to, something that brought comfort in knowing that everything is happening the way it's supposed to, and nothing bad had managed to penetrate that circle of soldiers waiting for any kind of mission to come in.

And silence also meant death to others. Marc wouldn't listen to anything else than gunshots being fired for days on end, bombs exploding somewhere, screams and cries and shouts, commands being told at him through that button in his ear, the mobile radio. He'd hated every second of it, every shot of a bullet, every cry of a mother, but silence? Worse. So, so much worse.

Silence meant someone had won, another one had lost a fight. Silence meant walking across dirt and rubble, taking a look at what casualties they had to report back to their superiors. What results had come out of that fight, that try to bring peace while causing pain and sorrow...

Change can be frightening. And it’s easy to be scared of bad things happening, when you’ve had bad things happen before.

"...I was stationed in Cairo, more than once." Marc's voice is quiet as he speaks, syllables only leaving him after another moment of silence has passed - no one else wanting to say anything for the time being, it seems. And Marc... just sits there, doesn't know whether he'll regret saying anything, but...

Well, he probably will. But it is what it is. That man over there? A fellow soldier. Perhaps he can relate, in some way.

Dark eyes keep looking at that white floor, don't dare to move even an inch. Marc can tell that he's being looked at - but he thinks that, as long as he's not looking straight back at whoever is staring, they won't be able to spot that vulnerable side of his.

"Told myself I'll never miss the damn heat. Always too hot, and yet you were supposed to keep your stuff on - at all times. Too dangerous to take anything off, really. You're sweating and everything fucking stinks, you hardly had the chance to take a shower - just a good rub with a towel, if you were lucky. ...I hated it, the whole of that - the way my clothes were soaked after five minutes, the way even sleep wasn't giving us any relief; The air did cool down a bit at night, but those tents? Stayed hot all night. Too many bodies squeezed into a too tight space for any oxygen to circulate. Yeah, our coffee was shit as well, but sometimes we had sugar to put into it. Helped a little."

Part of Marc knows he's rambling, and perhaps nothing he's saying there is even of interest to anyone, but... he just keeps going. Words follow one after another; Perhaps that is because he's never spoken to anyone about such things, and... it feels... a little freeing, in an odd way.

"...As said, hated every single second. Now I'm here, and what is it I'm doing every fucking morning? Get a cup of coffee. And as I sit there, at that damn white table with breakfast in front of me... I miss them. I miss sitting around a stupid gas cooker at 4 in the morning, waiting for that water to come to a boil. Miss having to listen to that asshole talking about his wife for the millionth time. Miss having Buck offering me a spoon full of coffee creamer, one that he managed to steal from whereverthefuck. ---We never asked, no one ever wanted to know. I am also cold, and... I miss the heat. I fucking do."

A pause, and Marc inhales, then exhales. Getting stuck, all of a sudden. He blinks, looks up briefly, finally - just to meet another guy's gaze, to which he glances to the side immediately, stretches his neck a bit. Presses his lips into a tight line.

"The noise. Hated every bit of it. Now I miss it as well. ---Silence always meant something real bad had happened - whether it was good for our mission or not, the outcome always sucked. Someone died, someone lost. Yeah, someone won, but... at what cost? ...Now everything's fucking silent. No routine. Me being stuck in this place. As much as I hated a few of my comrades, as much as they... pushed and poked. Caused me bruises and whatnot, spat and laughed and taunted---"

Oh shit, that one he didn't even want to say. Marc blinks, clears his throat, shifts once more and turns his head to the other side - looking out of one of those windows, avoiding everyone on purpose there.

"...---Anyways. It's different now. And I hate that it's different. Never did anything else, never wanted anything else in the first place. Joined the army straight after high school, just so I could move out. ...I miss the noise, I miss the smell, I miss the structure, I miss the purpose. ...There's just no purpose aymore..." ... "Yet, at the same time, I don't miss it at all. I want the silence, I want the smell of something different. The fuck am I supposed to do with that? Don't know what I want. All of that at the same time, makes no sense. No purpose..."

He trails off, finally - remains silent. Ashamed, now, for having spoken up in the first place. Embarrassed, awkward.

[taragreenfield]

Aleksander Morozova aka the worst manipulator that (n)ever manipulated

I have no idea why this fandom insists on Aleksander being a great manipulator, because he absolutely sucks at manipulations. Bardugo wrote a character who doesn't even try to manipulate and then was like, "Hey, by the way, he is sooo manipulative!!"

First of all, he doesn't manipulate the public perception of him. He has a dark reputation; people literally believe that he was born without a soul and sews prisoners' mouths shut. Nobody is charmed by him, and nobody trusts him (apart from his Grisha, who have known him personally for quite a while).

Secondly, with Alina, during her stay in the little palace, he didn't employ any manipulative techniques.

He doesn't love-bomb her, he's actually quite detached and aloof most of the time. When they kiss, he looks confused and quickly retreats. Some seducer-manipulator.

He doesn't try to make himself vulnerable or play on Alina's feelings (when Alina tells him that she thought he was going to torture her, he could pretend that he is deeply hurt by this assumption to make her feel guilty, but he stays unemotional and changes the topic), he doesn't share personal stories to make her feel sorry for him.

He doesn't play on her insecurities (like Baghra did - by pointing out her orphanage upbringing and telling her how much she sucks at sun summoning).

He doesn't isolate her - she has a full palace of peers, mentors, and servants to talk to. If he did truly want to isolate her from Mal, he could have forged a letter from him saying that Mal doesn't want to see her anymore since she is Grisha, so she knew she had nobody to rely on outside the palace.

He doesn't really try to get close to her - Alina herself mentions he is rarely in the palace, and even when he is, he mostly minds his own business. A good manipulator would use any opportunity to be alone with their victim to influence their thoughts, to steer their mindset, to develop trust and to create the illusion of intimacy. How do you manipulate someone if you talk to them once a month for five minutes?

He doesn't try to indoctrinate Alina - he could easily show her how hard it is to be a Grisha. A shift in a war hospital, to see people who suffered from anti Grisha brutality, a meeting with survivors, a history lecture at least? To cause a strong emotional response, to radicalize her. Nope, he lets her swan around the palace, gossip with Genya, and have pissing matches with Zoya.

After Alina runs away and he captures her, he could easily continue manipulating her. Baghra didn't provide any evidence; it was just her word against his. A good manipulator would easily spin a story about Baghra being an old, demented hag whose brain was destroyed by wasting sickness, and now she's paranoid and embittered to the whole world. He could have also added some sad stories about Baghra being abusive to him as a kid to make Alina feel sorry for him and guilty for believing his abusive, senile mother over him.

Moreover, Alina's behavior itself suggests there was no manipulation. Baghra tells her Aleksander is evil (with no proof, mind you), and Alina immediately believes her and runs away. There is no hesitation, no suspicion towards Baghra, no attempts to uncover the truth herself or confront Aleksander, no attempts to find a justification for him or convince herself it's just a big misunderstanding (like a victim of manipulation would do).

Judging by what we see, Aleksander seems like a person who is out of touch with his feelings (and the feelings of others) as he deems them distracting. He's not attuned to the emotional factor and misses every single opportunity to influence Alina's feelings. The worst he does is lie about the Black Heretic Descendant and not tell Alina about his actual plan for the Fold. But he is a war general, and she is a rookie soldier with pre-existing bias toward Grisha and himself. Telling her that and risking her running away or, worse, snitching to the King, would be criminal negligence and practically a death sentence not only for himself but for all Grisha under his care. He doesn't tell her not because he's set on gaslighting her personally; he doesn't tell her because it's strategic suicide. He's not her farmer boyfriend lying to her about where he spent last night; he's a general responsible for the fate of the entire country and a persecuted minority under his care.

If you want me to believe that Aleksander is a manipulative character, you've got to give me anything to work with.

Having Baghra hoot "he manipulated so many young girls!" after he was shown not possessing a single manipulative bone in his body is not nearly enough. It's just the laziest telling not showing, blatant narrative gaslighting, and overall incompetent writing.

[luckyprincesscat]

A Day in Hell (a.k.a School)

Today started like any other day in our beloved jail(school). We had chemistry ma'am's session class in the morning, but there was also a meeting arranged by the principal, so we had to report to the meeting hall by 9:15 AM.

The meeting lasted till 10:00 AM, and chem mam was already pissed because "her" session was being wasted. She literally told us to sit and "study" until the principal arrived — which we pretended to do, of course 🫠.

But the real chaos began when teachers had a staff meeting that extended till 12:15 PM. She returned to class, clearly fuming 🔥 and the first thing she did was ask who had submitted the assignment.

I had submitted mine, so I was safe. But those who didn’t?

Got caned. Not once. THREE freaking times. In 2025. In a so-called "school."

I sat there watching it happen. It was honestly scary. My heart was pounding, and the whole classroom vibe turned so depressing. We’re teenagers, not soldiers in boot camp. Why are we still tolerating this kind of behavior from educators?

It’s one thing to be strict. But hurting students physically and mentally is straight-up abuse. This isn’t discipline. It’s trauma. And what makes it worse? We couldn't even talk about it — because no one listens. The system only defends its own.

And honestly? I’m so tired. Tired of waking up and walking into a place that drains me dry. Tired of faking smiles while watching my friends get punished like criminals. Tired of being treated like a machine with no feelings. This school is not education. It’s survival.

[carpesabrina]

“And your wife. I don’t want people to see your cock.” She rose an eyebrow, shaking her head. “Nah. My family would have a heyday if she knew what I let you do to me behind closed… or open doors.” All the domination and sub sex life, she had kept tight lipped about. She talked about sex with her sisters, they’d swap details about past and presents partners. But she never went to grave detail when it came to Max and even Barry. Sarah was probably the only one who even realized that Sabrina does in fact call the older male ‘daddy’. And that was just by coincidence when she was in the hospital. The most the girls knew was how good he was in bed. She knew that her sisters wouldn’t care, but also just didn’t want to risk her dad finding any of it out. He knew how pissed he’d be at the thought of someone taking advantage of her, even if it was completely consensual on her end. “I’ll look into getting a knock off Juno set, see if I can find your favorite color in it.” She teased. She noticed the slight light in his eyes as she mentioned going back to New York. She knew he loved the city, and so did she. “If I knew she didn’t love me already, I’d say she’d hate me for taking you away from New York for so long.” She laughed. A few months ago, she was on the fence on if Nina actually liked her. But the older brunette proved time and time again that she in fact did like the young blonde. Sabrina knew she was already part of the family, and she hoped it stayed like that. That she wouldn’t do something that would make them not like her anymore. Thankfully, those thoughts didn’t pop up in her mind as much as they use to. Max was able to tame her mind when it started to wonder off and she started to feel not enough. “But yeah, we can go to New York after Spain. Go back to LA and pick the babies up from my parents and then fly them out to New York. It’ll be our Winnie’s first time on a plane.” 

She returned the kiss, her arms moving to wrap around his neck. She grinned against his lips, nodding her head. “I do like to test him. See how far I can push before he punishes or hurts me.” She knew he would never hurt her, not unless it was pleasurable. She giggled as he talked about tying her up and jerking off, because she had mentioned doing the same thing to him whenever she gets in control of him. There was something hot about that control. Knowing that they couldn’t touch you and could only watch. “I’m sure I look pretty wearing your cum. You know where it’d be even hotter? On my tits. I’m sure you’re dying to put your cock between them and fucking them.” She knew he was a tit man, and even if she didn’t think she had enough for him, he never seemed to care. They were enough for him, and that’s all that matters. She was enough, for the first time in her life. She never thought she had to change herself or better herself for him. He just loved her for who she was. She nodded her head, “I know in the end you’ll give me what I want. Too bad I’m not good at being patient sometimes.” Sabrina mentioned, her fingers tangling into his hair as she dropped her head to press a kiss against his lips. As they both came, she continued to ride out her high, her hips slowly coming to a stop. “I love you too,” she murmured against his lips. She let him get her tank top back on and then she finally lifted herself off of him, fixing her skirt. She lowered it a bit more that way when she sat down, any cum that would leak out would get on the skirt rather than the leather seats. She climbed into the front with his help and got situated in the seat as he drove towards Ashley. During the ride back, Sabrina just held his hand and conversed with him. The whole night was going to be sexual, so she knew they both needed these fifteen minutes to relax before they entered round two. Once they were at Ashley’s house. “I need to toss these in the washer before we do anything. Otherwise I’m going to forget.” She said as she pulled her underwear out of her pure and then wiggled out of the skirt that now had cum on the back as she located the washer. Normally she wouldn’t use someone else’s laundry, but she didn’t want her clothes sitting in cum for too long. Once she got the going, she pulled her tank top off and then went to go find Max again. “Alright daddy, what do you have planned for me?” She asked, leaning her naked body against the wall. "I'm naked and ready for you to devour me," Sabrina teased as she winked at him.

"Oh, it was close a few times when I worked the indies. Not like I would care but my family would." He said laughing and sure hers were the same way about some things. "And all the stuff we get up to. "Max didn't care what anyone thought about him and Sabrina. They didn't know them or how well they got along. It was all jealousy and when they stepped out together for big events you could see how jealous everyone really were. Max made sure to dress the part, be polite and friendly to to those she worked with or around and show that he wasn't some dumb jock if he had to answer any questions. He was also happy to hang back and let her do her part without him while he watched proudly on the sidelines till she waved him over that they could go. Then he was happily back at her side with his arm around her waist or holding her hand. "I like that idea and think it could come in handy." New York! His favorite place in the world. "Mom would like that. She was asking when she was going to see us again. I told her I'm not sure since I know you have rehearsal and a show coming up in a few days. Maybe after that we can go for a few days." Two people that loved their jobs and each other determined not to let their careers cost them each other. That's how he saw that and he had no problem being the guy taking the backseat. He wasn't threatened like most of her exes seemed to have been. That was the only reason he could see why they had done her like they had. Jenna summed it up well, insecure. The last thing Max was was insecure and when his head told him he was too fucked up for her, she quieted those fears. They kept each other calmed and loved.

His hand cupped her chin as she smirked at him and he smiled back at her. "Always going to have you screaming for me." She was cute even bratty and he leaned in kissing her as he held her chin. "You love testing your daddy, don't you? You want daddy to tie you up? Tie you up so you can't fuck yourself and have to watch him jerk off. Could jerk off on your face, you look so pretty wearing my cum." With the emergence of the brat, the lines were hard to read and each testing the waters. "You know daddy will always give his little girl what she wants even if she has to wait a tiny bit for it. Yes you should have listened but daddy wasn't playing nice. It's okay to buck back and be a brat when you feel you need to. It doesn't make me love you any less or desire you any less. Okay baby?" It was important that she knew she could be herself and he loved her no matter what. "We both needed release and I should have understood better since I haven't been able to give you what you need till now." He loved how her walls gripped him and wouldn't let go. With how hard he was, it wouldn't take much to cum but he wanted them to come together. "You feel so good around my cock. Me too baby... ohhh kitten." He moaned as he came with her and smiled looking up at her. "I love you so much." He kissed her and grabbed her top so he could it back on her as she fixed her skirt then he tucked his cock back in his jeans. "Quick ride back and I'll show how much again." He helped her from the backseat and then once they were in the front, he started the drive back to Ashley's.

[specific-dreamer]

going off of my nicknames thought, cherry was really upset that night at the drive in when bob called her sherri. like usually when he calls her sherri he’s doting on her and being sweet and kind and loving all around, but this time ? him calling her sherri as a last ditch effort to try and force her to do something ? who does bob think he is trying to force cherry to do something ?

and that’s the final straw. because before bob never showed any signs of wanting to control her or anything of the sort. but using her whole name like that, like he’s her father or something? if she thinks about it later with a clear mind, she realizes she got so upset not because he used her full name, but because he was also drunk off his rocker when he did it, and it reminded her too much of her father. and all she can think is that she refuses to be like her mother, hiding in the bathroom with a bottle of wine.

so she breaks up bob because that is not a role she wants to play

[camgoloud]

you ever just. become overwhelmed by a sudden out-of-nowhere wave of tenderness and affection and longing for reconnection directed towards someone to whom you no longer speak for Very Good Reasons

[simpforboys]

nobody leaves rafe cameron

toxic!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: after a series of arguments with your boyfriend, he has to remind you of your place when you try to leave him.

warnings: toxic relationship, very toxic and mean rafe (meow), arguing, smut, cnc, dacryphilia, choking, degrading, praising, dirty talk, a pussy slap, unprotected piv sex (errr no no), creampie, angst, a lot of swearing, trying to break up, talking bad about your partner behind their back

this takes place episodes 4x1-3

tell a friend to tell a friend, she’s backkkk

he was so fucking mean.

all you and him had done in the past few months is bicker and argue.

the week had already been shitty, but when Rafe told you he was going to compete in the Kildare BMX Race, you wanted to be a supportive girlfriend.

key word: wanted.

Rafe was tuning up some stuff on his dirt bike, dressed in all black. you sat on the sand next to him, just admiring him as he worked.

it was rare for him to wear all black, and the look was driving you insane.

“you gonna keep starin’ at me?” Rafe teases softly.

“mhm.” you hummed, grinning.

the announcer came on to say there was about five minutes til the race so everyone should head over to the start.

“hand me my helmet, would ya?” Rafe asks.

you stand up, wiping the sand from your denim skirt and grab his black helmet. you hand him it, feeling his large hand come down to help wipe some of the sand off your ass.

“there you go,” he coos.

“good luck, baby.” you murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

he just mumbles a soft thank you, slipping on his helmet as he starts the bike’s engine, switches gears, and takes off over to the starting line.

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the race had been going smoothly. Rafe was in first the entire time…

until JJ Maybank decided to jump the river bank, landing in front of Rafe.

you watched anxiously, cheering on for your longterm boyfriend. but when Rafe’s front wheel collided with JJ’s back wheel, the two guys crashed and were flung off their bikes.

the rest of the racers zoom by, causing Topper to win.

“oh, shit.” you curse under your breath, running over to where Rafe was on the floor.

“are you okay?” you ask, trying to help him up. he shrugs you off of him, too clouded by anger.

he storms over to where John B and Sarah are with you hot on his tail.

“get used to it.” Rafe grumbles, causing John B to look at him.

“what’d you say?” John B asks, clearly frustrated. when Rafe doesn’t respond, he shoves him.

“what’d you say?!” John B repeats, louder this time as Rafe shoves him back.

“get used to it! get used to it, alright? this is forever, ya’ll don’t get to win!” Rafe yells as Sarah steps in between her brother and husband.

“you could have killed each other!” Sarah scolds.

“Rafe, c’mon, please.” you ask pleadingly, tugging on his arm.

yet again, he shrugs you off. due to the sand being uneven, the small movement was enough to cause you to fall on your ass.

but Rafe didn’t notice, or, didn’t seem to care as he continued to shoot insults at Sarah.

you were now pissed as you stood back up, and then it seemed like your boyfriend remembered you were together.

he tried to wrap his arm around your shoulders for support, still aching and hurt from the crash.

you just shrugged him off, storming away.

“y/n!” Rafe calls after you.

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he somehow managed to apologize and charm his way back into your pants the day after the race.

but when you and Rafe walked into Topper’s little celebration party at one of the villas, Topper embraced Rafe into a hug, clearly drunk from the intense game of beer pong.

“you see him? his dad shot and killed Sheriff Peterkin.” some girl mutters to her boyfriend.

unfortunately, Rafe overheard.

“leave it—“ you started, but he was already going over to the girl, who was now backing up against the wall.

“what’d you say?” he asks, the girl’s boyfriend pushing Rafe back.

“go away, Rafe.” the boyfriend grumbles, but Rafe doesn’t back down.

“no, no, if you have something to say, say it to my face.” Rafe slaps his cheek for emphasis, but Topper and you move to pull him back.

“hey, relax, okay?” you tried to say, watching him grab a bottle of alcohol and start drinking it.

“just— just get the fuck off of me right now.” Rafe says coldly, obviously pissed off about the situation.

you grit your teeth, a pit forming in your stomach as you bit back a response. but you obliged, walking away from him.

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yet again, he managed to apologize and charm his way back into your pants, reassuring you that he’s just going through a lot of stress about the deal with Hollis.

but the final breaking point was when your father had came to you about pushing Rafe towards his teetering decision about becoming Hollis’ partner.

you immediately said no, not wanting to go behind your boyfriend’s back. so when you drove over to the yacht club Rafe was at, you found him sipping on a margarita with Topper and Ruthie.

“what about your girlfriend?” Ruthie asks, making you stop in your tracks.

it was wrong to listen in on his conversation, but a part of you wanted to hear what he had to say about you.

“who, y/n?” Rafe asks, making Ruthie nod.

“she’s not my girlfriend… we’re just hookin’ up, ya’know?” Rafe murmurs, drinking more of his margarita.

a pain started to form where your heart was, a deep frown on your face as he spoke.

“i thought she moved in.” Topper furrows his brows.

“she’s not going to move in… i would never live with a pogue, i have standards.” he explains, making Ruthie and Topper laugh.

that was your breaking point, the point where you were ready to throw the past 19 months away.

because clearly if he couldn’t even respect you to his friends, he doesn’t respect you at all.

you turned on your heel, trying to leave when you accidentally knocked into a server, causing a glass to fall down.

you swore under your breath, ducking out and leaving. but unfortunately, your boyfriend is tall, and he was able to see your head.

“awe, shit.” he cursed quietly, drinking the rest of his beverage before walking away.

“y/n! y/n.” Rafe calls out, jogging to catch up to you.

“no, Rafe! i’m fucking done!” you yell, storming to your house that was only a few blocks away.

Rafe runs in front of you, grabbing your hips to stop you from moving. “the hell you mean done?”

“are you dense? we’re over.” you snap, trying to pull out of his grip.

he clenched his jaw, laughing bitterly.

“i don’t know what you think you heard, but-“

“i don’t think anything. i know you just basically said you could never take me seriously as a girlfriend since i’m a pogue.” you cut him off, lip trembling as you wipe away a tear rolling down your cheek.

“i didn’t mean it like that, baby.” Rafe coos, just trying to charm his way back.

“no, stop. it’s not going to fucking work, Rafe. i’m serious… we’re done.”

“no, we’re not.” Rafe says, his voice dangerously low.

“yes, we are,” you spit.

Rafe roughly grabs you, pushing you into the back of his car. once you’re inside, he moves on top of you, grabbing your throat with his hand.

“you think you can just leave me?” he laughs piercingly, his face barely a few inches from yours.

you didn’t respond, causing him to squeeze your neck. “i fucking hate you.”

“no, you don’t.” Rafe murmurs, unbuttoning your shorts, pushing them down your thighs.

“stop, Rafe-“

“no, you’re going to fucking listen to me!” Rafe yells, forcing you to stare up at him.

“nobody leaves me, you understand?” he asks, his voice breathy and dark.

chills ran down your spine, your eyes wide in fear as your body trembled.

“you fuckin’ understand?” Rafe reiterates, barely slapping your clothed cunt.

“y-yes,” you whimper.

“good girl. now, ‘m gonna fuck this pussy because ‘s mine, yeah?” Rafe says, not really asking.

all you do is nod in response, hating how your clit is throbbing with need.

“you’re lucky i’m not gonna make you suck my cock right now… just wanna remind my girl that she will always be my girl.”

he’s rambling as he shoves his shorts down just enough for his dick to sprang free. he’s always been well endowed, with an 8.5 inch cock, a pretty pink tip, and two prominent veins you always loved to lick on.

“wearin’ these fucking panties… you wanted this, huh? wanted to come and try and make a fool outta me?” Rafe grumbles, pulling the pink lace to the side to reveal your drenched cunt.

you shake your head, tears forming in your eyes from the situation. you were hurt, angry, and fucking horny.

Rafe wastes no time in sliding his cock into your hungry hole, his hand tightening around your throat.

“mhmm, my girl ‘s always so hungry for me. look at this slutty hole suckin’ me in,” he purrs.

he pushes his hips until your clit is pressed against his pelvis, a few tears rolling down your cheeks with your lip in a pout.

“that’s a good girl… fuckin’ cry for me.” Rafe grunts, starting to piston his hips as he fucks you in the backseat of his car.

your hands gripped the shoulder of the passenger seat and the headrest of the back, pretty eyes fluttering shut as your cunt clenched around him.

“yeah… look at you clenching f’me… so needy for this dick.” Rafe coos, forcing you to look at him.

“open your mouth.”

you don’t oblige at first, too overwhelmed in pleasure and the fact that you’re getting fucked by the same man who just talked shit about you.

he uses his fingers to open your jaw, spitting in your mouth. “when i tell you to do somethin’, you fucking do it. swallow.”

you swallow his spit, pussy fluttering around his relentless cock.

“good girl.”

“Rafe— fuck…” you pant.

the car shook as he pounded into your soaping cunt, his balls slapping against your ass.

“tell me who this slutty pussy belongs to.”

“y-you, Rafe… my slutty pussy belongs to you.” you trembled, hand gripping his forearm as he continued to apply pressure to your neck.

“you understandin’ that you can never leave me? that you’ll always be Rafe Cameron’s whore?” he coos, his eyes dark, voice low.

you nod, body shaking as your breathing grows heavier.

“that’s what i thought… all you needed was a good fuckin’ and you’re all well behaved n shit.”

his mean words were turning you on more unfortunately, your belly tightening with each rough thrust.

but when he took his hand off of your neck, beginning to toy with your aching clit.

“look at this clit… all swollen n throbbing f’me. fuck, you’re such a needy whore.” Rafe grunts, his cock twitching inside of you.

all you could do was nod, dizzy and lightheaded from pleasure.

“is my girl gonna cum f’me?” he coos tauntingly, the pad of his thumb flicking teasingly on your hard nub.

“p-please… please, Rafey…”

he moans at the nickname, losing his composure for a second as his balls clench, trying to hold off his orgasm until you explode on him.

“come on, baby. cum on this dick.”

at his approval, you let the coil in your stomach snap. you whimper loudly, clinging onto anything you can reach as your body trembles beneath him.

your orgasm triggers Rafe’s, pussy walls fluttering around him so deliciously he has no choice but to cum inside you.

“take this cum… take my fucking seed.” he groans, hips stuttering as he fills you to the brim.

you pant, vision blurry and suddenly needy for water when you begin to come back down from cloud nine.

you pulled him down into a soft, tender kiss, panting into each-other’s mouths.

Rafe leaned forward, grabbing a half empty water bottle from the cupholder you had left there as he unscrews the cap, holding the hole to your mouth.

“drink,” he murmured.

you happily complied, the water soothing your throat.

“good girl,” he hums in approval.

you couldn’t help but clench around him at the praise, and Rafe’s head fell slightly at the feeling, a proud smirk tugging on his lips.

he knew he was training you so well, even if you needed a reminder every now and then <33.