#valenwrites

kevin is going to kill neil. it’s the least they deserve for all the shit they’ve put the team through. put him through. he’s going to kill neil and get andrew to help hide the body and no one will ever know the shit neil does to him (except for andrew, but he gets a pass because he isn’t as fucking smug as josten about it) and then—

he shivers. glares up at neil, who’s running the tips of their fingers over his skin, just the suggestion of touch over his sides and down his thighs. theyre not looking at kevin. they only have eyes for the emerald green lace sitting on his hips, eyes tracking over the barely contained shadow of kevin’s dick.

he brings his knees up, tries to get josten to look somewhere else, but their eyes just jump to the matching bra. because of course they got him a matching set. never mind that he doesn’t have tits, never mind that his body is all the wrong shapes and all the wrong sizes, never mind that he feels like he could wither away from shame at any second.

neil had asked.

neil’s hand slides up his thigh, big and warm and heavy against kevin’s trembling muscles. their finger edges up the side of the waistband and snaps it, just hard enough to make him jolt, and has the fucking audacity to laugh.

after a life of living in the shadows of the Nest, of fear and cruelty, renee has come to love her Sunshine Court. she wakes every morning to the smell of laila's cooking and cat's music. she spends her days basking in the glow of her technicolor trojans and counts every act of kindness on the beads of her rosary. every night, she prays for forgiveness.

"you disgust me."

renee flinches.

Lightning flickered across the sky, quickly followed by a crack of deafening thunder as Akaashi and Bokuto ran from the gym. Dark clouds hung above the city with an ominous gloom, and Akaashi knew they had no hope of getting home before the rain started coming down.

He felt the first cold drop of water land right on the tip of his nose, and cursed inwardly. His house was closer, but even at a full sprint it’d probably take them another five minutes to get there, and they were both exhausted from Bokuto’s extra spiking practice.More rain began to fall from the heavens, and within moments the light drizzle had grown noticeably heavier. Beside him, Bokuto slowed his pace to a leisurely walk, and as Akaashi glanced at him in confusion, the captain stopped entirely.

“What are you doing?” Akaashi asked, exhaustion creeping into his voice.

Bokuto closed his eyes and tilted his head up towards the sky with a smile. “Just enjoying the moment, I guess! It’s not so bad, right, Akaashi?”

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm, and you want to stop and feel the rain?” Akaashi sighed. “You’re going to catch a cold, Bokuto-san. We need to keep moving, even if we’re already wet.”

Bokuto’s smile grew larger, and Akaashi gave him a perplexed look. “Yeah, I guess it’s not good we got caught in the rain.” There was something quiet in his eyes, a reserved happiness that Akaashi had been glimpsing more and more often lately. “Last time, I was so mad when it happened! You weren’t with me then, so it totally sucked.”

“Are you saying it doesn’t suck because I’m with you?”

“Yep!” Bokuto grinned. “Everything’s better with you, Akaashi. Even the bad stuff. And really, now that I think about it, the rain’s not all that terrible anyway.”

Akaashi felt his cheeks begin to burn under the chilly air as he grabbed at Bokuto’s hand. “That’s great,” he mumbled, “but we need to get inside before one of us gets sick.”