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Me & You & Everyone We Know | Chapter 6 | S.R

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A/N - title and lyrics from a song by Avicii

Chapter Summary - Spencer’s misplaced anger causes him to make a rash decision that could destroy things between you before they really had a chance to begin. Spencer and Maeve have to be honest with Daisy.

Pairing - Single Dad! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, smut minors DNI.

Warnings - angry Spencer, drinking, slightly forceful behaviour, slapping, arguing, swearing, hangovers, talks of affairs, sad Daisy.

Word Count - 7k

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Chapter 6 - Lonely Together

I might hate myself tomorrow,

But I'm on my way tonight.

At the bottom of a bottle,

You're the poison in the wine.

And I know,

I can't change you, and I,

I won't change.

I might hate myself tomorrow,

But I'm on my way tonight.

Let's be lonely together.

The party went on until all the kids started to get tired. Matt and Kristy decided it made more sense for the kids to stay the night as they were all close to passing out by the time all the fun was over.

As much as Spencer loved being with his daughters, he was kind of glad for the impromptu slumber party.

With Taco asleep in the back seat he drove home wearily.

He was tired and he was angry. How dare Luke place the blame on Spencer for what Maeve did. He didn’t push her into Bobby’s arms, it was all her own doing. Spencer was a devoted husband and father, and for Luke to suggest her affair was his fault made his blood boil.

Luke didn’t know shit. Just because his ex cheated on him, didn’t mean he was suddenly an expert at affairs.

Luke had no idea what it took to be a husband and a father. He had no idea the trials and tribulations that Spencer faced on a daily basis.

He was a great father and he tried to be a great husband too. He also tried to be a great FBI agent.

Maybe it was possible juggling so many plates had led to him dropping one on occasion. But nothing he may or or may not have done could have excused Maeve’s cheating.

And it wasn’t as though it was just once. If it had been just one time, things might have been different and he might have seen past it for the sake of his kids.

But for three fucking years she carried on a secret life. She left Spencer home with two young kids while she spent time between the sheets with another man.

At any point in those three years she could have come clean and she chose not to. She put Bobby before their kids, before their life together.

Nothing Spencer could have ever done would excuse her carrying on with another man behind his back for three goddamn years.

He couldn’t believe Luke had the audacity to suggest otherwise.

He was seething by the time he arrived home and after feeding Taco, he was climbing the walls.

He couldn’t be in this house. This house was built on a foundation of lies and infidelity. This house that Maeve had chosen and was paid for by his hard earned government money for them to grow old in.

She’d fawned over this goddamn house the first time they went to see it. Spencer thought it was too large, too suburban. Yes it was closer to Quantico and would cut his commute by more than half. But DC was vibrant, exciting. The Virginia suburbs were dull.

He’d argued they didn’t need the fourth bedroom and the extra money spent on such was pointless.

She’d countered that it would be useful to have a guest room for friends or family to stay over, which had never once happened since they bought the house six years ago.

He knew why she really wanted the extra room even though she didn’t say it out loud.

Maeve had wanted a third kid even though Lily was barely one at the time. She wanted the extra room for when they decided, or more likely, when she decided they were ready for a third child.

Spencer didn’t bring it up because he didn’t want a fight. He didn’t want to incite the argument that he did not want any more children.

Two was plenty. He knew Maeve wanted a little boy and she’d hoped Lily would be such. But Spencer wasn’t willing to keep bringing children into the world in the hopes one of them might be male.

He planned to cross that bridge another time. He intended to save that argument for a later date that never came. It never came because she met Bobby and became too distracted by her affair to think about having a third child.

Admittedly, he liked his office. Spencer’s office in his apartment hadn’t been its own room, it was just stuffed into the corner of his living room.

But at least here he had his own room where he could escape to grade papers and sometimes just read a book in peace.

It was his fortress of solitude. And the only part about this goddamn house he actually liked.

He’d considered moving, briefly. It was handy when he’d still worked at the FBI but the drive to Georgetown everyday was exhausting.

But the girls' school was nearby and they had friends in the neighbourhood. The last thing he wanted was to tear them away from their friends.

So he stayed in the house he’d never cared for, for them. But right now it felt like a prison cell.

Not giving a second thought to the chaos Taco could cause if he left him alone, Spencer fled the house again.

He found a bar and took shot after shot of near Bourbon, necking them back like they were going out of style.

It didn’t do much to stem his anger. He still felt it coursing through his veins like blood. In fact each shot made him somehow feel more on edge.

He didn’t feel himself getting drunk but he must have been because he didn’t have any recollection of leaving the bar.

One minute he’d been leaning against the solid wood bar, downing one last shot of Bourbon and the next he was being smacked in the face by a cool breeze as he stumbled about on the sidewalk.

He didn’t make a conscious decision as to where was going next, his feet moved without much of his brains say so.

He found himself in the back seat of a cab with no memory of where he was going. And before he knew it, he was outside of a familiar apartment building.

His eyes were slightly blurry and his head was hazy and suddenly he found himself looking into your sleepy eyes.

“Spencer? What are you doing here?” You rubbed your eyes.

That was a good question. What was he doing here?

“Need you. Just…need you.” He pushed you back inside and kissed you forcibly.

You could taste the alcohol on his tongue and you’d heard the slur of his voice.

Thankfully your roommates were already sleeping but concerned about waking them up, you pulled away from his lips and led him to your room.

As soon as the door was closed he was kissing you again and you had to tear him off of you.

“Spencer, stop. You’re drunk.” You frowned at him.

“So?” He scoffed, stumbling a little on his feet.

“Why are you here? Where are your kids?” You folded your arms over your chest to try and shield yourself from him

“Sleepover.” He lunged at you and gripped you roughly by the shoulders, trying to guide you back towards your bed but you in his state, you were stronger than him.

“Stop it.” You pushed him backwards and watched him stumble a little. “I don’t want you like this.”

His eyes suddenly turned dark, almost black, as he glared at you.

“You wanted me to fuck you over my desk the other day.” He spat. “You’re always so desperate for me. Now’s not the time to be a cock tease, Y/N.”

Your eyes grew wide at his words and his slightly aggressive tone.

“Don’t talk to me like that.” You growled at him. “You don’t get to just show up here drunk in the middle of the night and have the nerve to get annoyed when I shoot you down.”

He rolled his eyes and huffed out a breath.

“Look,‘I’m not really in the mood for games, ok? So just get on the bed, part those pretty little legs and let me fuck you.”

It wasn’t particularly a surprise that your hand suddenly collided with the side of his face in a hard slap. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed around your room.

Spencer didn’t even seem to register it.

“Never talk to me like that again.” You shoved him by the shoulders, watching him stumble again. “What kind of woman do you think I am? Am I just some piece of ass to you? Because I’m not looking to be someone’s booty call. So if that’s all you want from me, then maybe this was a bad idea.”

He chuckled dryly, his eyes somehow turning darker.

“You fucked me on our first date. I know exactly what kind of woman you are.” He smirked at you dangerously, it made your stomach turn.

“Wow.” You swallowed a lump on your throat at a loss for words. . “Just wow.”

“We both know that this night is going to end with you on your back and my cock inside of you so let’s get on with it, shall we?” He made a move to start unbuckling his belt but you slapped him again, harder than before.

“Get out!” You raised your voice, half hoping you might wake someone up in case he got carried away. “Get out of my apartment right now, Spencer!”

“Is this the chase you were talking about? You want me to-“

“GET OUT!” You screamed, shoving him again.

Spencer rolled his eyes as he stumbled backwards.

“Jeez alright, I’m going. This hot and cold thing isn’t as sexy as you think it is.” He received a final slap and his face was surely going to hurt tomorrow.

You practically threw him out by the collar of his shirt, slamming the door heavily behind him.

You fell back against the door as tears instantly escaped your eyes like a damn had burst.

You clutched your chest as you sobbed quietly.

Spencer had come across as such a nice guy. He’d seemed sweet and charming and a little vulnerable.

How could you have been so wrong about him? How could you have been so stupid as to let yourself start to fall for him so quickly when you barely knew him?

He wasn’t the man you thought he was. He’d only cared about getting you into bed and you’d made it so easy for him.

He’d used you and you felt like an absolute idiot.

You heard movement from one of your roommates and you hurriedly shuffled back into your room before someone found you like this.

You’d been through your share of asshole men and you’d promised yourself never again.

You wiped your eyes dramatically on your sleeves and forced yourself to stop crying. You were not shedding anymore tears over bastards so who didn’t deserve them.

Fuck Spencer Reid. Fuck Spencer Reid and his stupid pretty face. Fuck Spencer Reid and his faux charming personality. Fuck Spencer Reid and his amazing sex.

Fuck Spencer fucking Reid.

***

The next thing Spencer was really conscious of was letting himself in the house.

A couch cushion laid in tatters on the floor, it’s stuffing strewn across the carpet.

Along with it were the remains of one Spencer’s cardigans torn to shreds.

Taco sat amongst the destruction, a dopey smile on his ugly face.

“You're a goddamn asshole.” He slurred at the dog as he stormed past him.

He vaguely heard the mutt following him upstairs but he ignored him.

He dragged himself to bed where he fell down to the mattress, not even undressing before he passed out.

***

Memories from the previous night played on a loop like an old movie in front of his closed eyes.

Images of your face and the combination of fear and anger he’d instilled in you.

As thoughts of the way you’d had to slap him several times came to mind he became aware of a dull ache in the side of his face.

Recollections of the things he’d said, the horrible way in which he’d spoken to you made him feel sick.

His body was flooded with remorse. What the hell had he been playing at?

He groaned to himself, squeezing his eyes tightly shut feeling the world's biggest asshole.

“What have I done? Fuck, what have I done?” He groaned and then he felt something wet on his face.

He opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust the way the sun was invading the room through the open curtains.

He rubbed his eyes and felt the wetness again.

When he finally managed to focus he was face to face with a mangy dog and his tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth.

“Gross.” He groaned again. “What are you doing here?”

He noticed his arm was slung around the dog, cuddling the scruffy mutt him close to his body. He quickly let him go and pushed him away.

“You have your own bed.” Spencer mumbled, pushing himself up on his elbows.

His head throbbed wildly and his eyes were still struggling to focus more than a few feet in front of him.

He took in the pink walls that surrounded him. The small dollhouse in the corner and stuffed bears lining shelves on the walls.

He inspected the bed he was laying in. It wasn’t his large, plush king size. It was a small single that he was practically hanging over the edge of.

And there was a stuffed otter next to the pillow.

“Looks like we both slept in the wrong bed. I’ll let it slide this once.” He told the creature who couldn't understand him as he stumbled out of Lily’s bed.

His head was pounding. Throbbing really. He rubbed his temples as Taco raced him to the door.

“Let me…Advil. Then food. Ok?” He stared at the dog and then rolled his eyes. “I’m talking to a fucking dog.”

He stepped over the small dog and stumbled to the bathroom where he located the Advil and popped two in his mouth.

Every time he closed his eyes he saw the way you looked at him last night and it made his stomach turn.

He needed to call you. He needed to make this up to you somehow. Was there even a way to make this better? He’d really fucked this up.

He opened his eyes and caught his haggard reflection in the mirror over the sink.

He hadn’t realised how old he looked. It had probably been a gradual thing, something that took place slowly over the years, spurred on by a messy divorce and two kids.

But he’d never noticed it before. For years he’d had such a baby face, people always mistaking him for being much younger than he really was.

Somewhere along the way that stopped happening. Somewhere over the years he’d started looking his age.

But now he looked old beyond his years.

The hazel eyes that stared back at him from the mirror were not the same ones he recognised as belonging to him. Despite the gold flecks around the irises he knew to be his, he felt as though he was staring at a stranger.

Before he could spiral too far into his guilt, Taco started whining from somewhere in the house.

He rolled his tired eyes, pushing himself away from the sink. Calling you would have to wait.

He was unsteady on his feet as he made his way downstairs and was welcomed by the stuffing and fabric shreds of the couch cushion and his cardigan from Taco’s protest of being left alone last night.

“God-fucking-damnit dog.” He grumbled, giving the dog a stern look he didn’t understand before heading to the kitchen.

Taco bounded after him and sat by his food bowl in excited anticipation for food.

Spencer felt a vibration in his pocket and realised his phone was still hidden inside.

Pulling out the device and squinting a little at the bright display, he noticed a series of text messages waiting for him.

He leant against the kitchen counter and opened the unread messages one at a time.

📱 Luke Alvez: hey man, I’m really sorry if I upset you, it wasn’t my intention. I thought I was helping but I guess I wasn’t. I hope you’re ok.

📱 Luke Alvez: are we ok? Please text me back man.

📱 David Rossi: you ran off like you’d seen a ghost kid, are you ok?

📱 JJ: Luke told me what happened, are you ok? I know he didn’t mean to upset you. Hope you’re ok ❤️

📱 Luke Alvez: I’m hoping you’ve calmed down now you’ve had a chance to sleep it off. Can we talk?

📱 Matt Simmons: I’ll be by to drop the girls off around ten. See you soon.

Spencer glanced at the time. It was just past nine thirty.

“Fuck.” He muttered. He still stank of booze and he couldn’t let his kids see him in this state.

He hurriedly fed the dog and cleared up the destruction in the living room before jumping in the shower.

He scrubbed his hair and body violently to rid the smell of alcohol from his pores. After his vicious shower he brushed his teeth with nearly half a tube of paste.

He was barely dressed in clean clothes when the doorbell sounded.

Taco immediately started yapping at the sound, scratching at the wooden door like his life depended on it.

Spencer picked the bundle of annoyance up in his arms as he opened the door.

Matt smiled at him from the doorstep as Lily ran to cuddle Spencer, instantly getting distracted by Taco and grabbing the dog from her fathers arms.

“Taco, I missed you!” She beamed.

“What about me?” Spencer frowned.

“Missed you too, daddy!”

Daisy skulked in behind her sister, giving Spencer the same look she’d given him last night.

“Did you have fun, pumpkin?” He asked her as she passed him.

He got no more than a shrug in response.

“Thanks for having them.” Spencer turned back to Matt.

“They were angels.” Matt shrugged. “Daisy’s been asking questions. About what you said.”

“I figured as much.” Spencer pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’ll talk to her.”

Matt glanced over his shoulder to where Lily was cooing over the dog whose tail was wagging frantically.

“That dog is creepy.” Matt laughed.

“Tell me about it.” Spencer agreed. “Thanks again. And thank Kristy for me.”

“No problem man. See you soon.” Matt patted Spencer’s shoulder before heading back down the front steps.

Spencer turned to his girls, one of which seemed to be in much higher spirits than the other.

Lily was fussing over the dog who was on his back so the girl could give him belly scratches. His stupidly long tongue hung out of his mouth as Lily giggled in delight.

Daisy had already disappeared upstairs without a word.

He knew it was inevitable he would have to have a conversation with Daisy about what she’d heard. And he knew there was only one way he would be able to do it.

As much as he loathed the thought, it had to be done.

While Lily was busy playing with Taco and Daisy was upstairs sulking, he pulled out his phone and dialled the number he despised calling.

She was going to kill him for this. But he couldn’t explain to a thirteen year old what an affair was without the woman who was an expert in them.

***

Maeve had been annoyed at Spencer for the way he’d blurted out about her affair in front of their children.

They’d argued on the phone for a long time before she’d agreed to come over that evening.

Admittedly she had been at least a little impressed he’d reached out to her for help. Spencer had not asked her help once in the past year. Maybe he was growing as a person.

He’d told her she had no right to be angry at him when she was the one who had the affair. They’d agreed when they separated that the kids didn’t need to know why their mom was moving out. But secrets always did find a way of coming out.

When the kids asked, they’d told them that parents fall out of love sometimes. It wasn’t a complete lie.

But now they were going to have to face their thirteen year old daughter who was much smarter than the average kid her age thanks to her fathers genes.

Bobby had taken Lily for ice cream and Maeve found herself back in her family home for the first time in over a year.

It hadn’t changed. Spencer hadn’t changed a single thing since she’d left. She wasn’t entirely surprised, but she found it a little sad.

She assumed with the anger he held towards her he would have instantly obliterated anything that reminded him of her. Maybe the rest of the house was different, but the living room was exactly the same.

“Explain to me again.” Maeve frowned at the skinny pile of hair rolling around on the rug. “How this is a dog?”

The two of them sat at opposite ends of the couch, creating as much distance between them as was possible.

Having Maeve in the house had caused the air in his home to feel thicker. He felt tense and on edge with her presence here.

This wasn’t her home and hadn’t been for a long time and Spencer didn’t feel comfortable having her back here.

The day he kicked her out he swore to himself she would never step foot in this house again.

But his kids came before his unwillingness to have her in the house.

“According to the vet it is, but I do have my doubts.” Spencer shrugged, focusing on Taco and not even so much as glancing at her.

“And the girls like him?” Her voice was thick with skepticism.

“The girls love him.” Spencer chewed on the inside of his cheek, trying not to dwell on the fact he was talking to his ex-wife on her ex-couch.

It was probably the only conversation they’d had in the past year that was even akin to civil.

“He’s kind of gross.” Maeve looked him over a few times. “Cute face I suppose but mostly gross.”

“He’s…different, that's for sure. But the girls are happy.” In that moment Spencer was so thankful for the dog because if it wasn’t for him then he and Maeve would be sitting in very awkward silence.

Or they would be arguing.

In fact, they definitely would have been arguing.

Turns out that mangy stray dogs are good for something after all.

“He doesn’t have diseases does he?” Maeve pulled a face and he saw her looking at him out of the corner of his eye.

He snapped his head to look at her, a deep frown on his features.

It was so easy for a conversation to go south with Maeve. She made it so easy to hate her.

“You think I’d let a disease riddled dog in my home around my children? He was checked out by the vet, given multiple vaccinations. He’s just…scruffy.” He managed to keep his voice level but he felt the anger bubbling in his chest.

“That’s one word for him.” Maeve scoffed.

Clenching his jaw so he wouldn’t say anything to start a fight, he craned his neck towards the door.

“Daisy!” Spencer called up for the third time, unable to spend another minute playing nice with his ex-wife. “Daisy! Seriously, can you come down here, please?”

“I’m busy!” She called back. She’d been avoiding him all day.

“You’re thirteen, you aren’t busy. Downstairs. Now!”

He heard a loud huff followed by heavy footsteps on the landing and then the stairs.

Her eyes landed straight on Spencer and they were rimmed from crying. That made his indignation towards Maeve grow tenfold.

His little girl, his beautiful first born daughter had been crying because she’d discovered what an absolute bitch her mother was.

It tore Spencer’s heart in two and if it weren't for the fact Daisy was standing right there he would have gone postal on Maeve.

“God dad, what do you…” she trailed off her eyes flirting over to the other person on the couch. “Mom, what are you…oh.”

Realisation dawned on Daisy features. She really was too smart for her own good. She knew exactly why her mom was here.

“Sit down sweetie, we want to talk to you.” Maeve motioned for Daisy to come and sit between them on the couch.

She didn’t. Instead she padded over to Taco, pulled the bundle of fur into her arms and flopped into the armchair.

“I like your dog.” Maeve smiled at her eldest daughter.

“His name is Taco.” She hugged the bundle of fur closer to her.

“Let me guess, Lily named him?” Maeve chuckled.

Daisy simply nodded.

“I don’t need to talk about what I heard dad saying to uncle Luke.” Daisy told them, not making eye contact with either of them.

“You might not need to, pumpkin, but we do.” Spencer leant his elbows on his knees, feeling both rage and hurt crashing through him.

“I know what an affair is.” Daisy squeezed the dog with her good arm but if he minded he didn’t complain. “You cheated on dad. You had sex with another man while you were married.”

Spencer’s stomach coiled into knots. Nothing could have ever prepared him for hearing his daughter say sex. It made his stomach coil into knots.

Maeve glanced at Spencer as though subconsciously trying to decide who would speak.

Spencer would be damned if he was going to be the one to explain what Maeve had done.

Maeve sighed before looking back at her daughter.

“Sometimes mommy’s and daddy’s fall out of love, sweetheart.” She said, the exact same way she did when they first separated. “Mommy made some bad decisions. I had an affair. With Bobby. It was stupid and selfish of me and I hate myself for it. But your dad and I weren’t happy. It’s not an excuse but it’s the truth.”

Spencer jaw clenched hard, the sound of his teeth grinding together filling his ears.

Was that true? Weren’t they happy? Spencer had thought they were, at least he’d thought they were something close to happy. Did that make him completely foolish for thinking?

He hadn’t known Maeve wasn’t happy, she’s never said anything, he’d never seen the signs.

By the time she started her affair they were in a rhythm. Lily was three and Daisy was nine. Spencer was home more with his job at Georgetown and they’d found their groove.

Or so he’d thought.

Maeve had never once suggested she wasn’t happy. So it was news to Spencer to hear otherwise.

“How could you do that to dad?” Daisy sniffed against Taco’s matted fur.

Spencer wanted an answer to that too, he’d wanted an answer to that for the past year.

He wanted to let Maeve answer that, explain to him and their child how she could have torn their family apart the way she did.

He’d waited for an explanation for that for a long time.

But right now wasn’t the right moment. As much as he needed answers, right now he and Maeve needed to be on the same side for Daisy’s sake.

“Adults make mistakes, pumpkin.” Spencer spoke softly. “And sometimes they are big, earth shattering mistakes.”

Like cheating on your husband. Or showing up drunk at the home of the woman you're seeing and trying to force her into bed.

“You can’t be ok with this.” A few tears rolled down her cheeks and Spencer was out of his seat in a flash and dropping to his knees in front of his daughter.

His heart was shattering. There was nothing in the whole world worse than seeing your child cry. Each tear that seared down her cheek felt like another piece of his heart crumbling away.

He had to ignore his instinctive hatred for Maeve for Daisy’s well-being. He had to push all his resentment aside so he could comfort his eldest daughter.

This wasn’t about him. It wasn’t about Maeve. It was bigger than them both.

He took a deep breath, tried to swallow down his anguish, and then he spoke as calmly as he could muster.

“I was mad at your mom for a really long time. But she made a mistake. She’s been punished enough, baby.” He cupped her face gently in his hands and wiped at her tear stains with the pads of his thumbs.

Her body wracked with sobs and Spencer wanted to kill Maeve at that moment. He had never despised his ex-wife more than he did right then.

“How can you be ok with this? She hurt you! She’s the reason you got divorced!” Daisy wailed, wriggling free of Spencer’s hold on her face and using the dog as a barrier between them.

“We have to pick and choose our battles sweetheart. Sometimes a fight is just not worth having. Your mom is sorry for what she did. And I’ve accepted that. Do you think you can?” It was killing Spencer to defend Maeve.

Maeve didn’t deserve his support. He thought Daisy was probably smart enough to see right through him and his fake endorsement of her mother.

Daisy shook her head violently and suddenly tossed the dog on the floor where he somehow stuck the landing although he looked very surprised by the sudden movement.

She jumped to her feet, nearly knocking Spencer over in the process and he stumbled a little, pushing himself back up.

“No. No. I can’t forgive you for this.” She glared at Maeve. “You left us. You left us because of Bobby! You hurt dad and that’s not fair!”

She dashed past Spencer and stormed loudly upstairs. Seconds later the sound of her bedroom door slamming shut reverberated around the house.

Maeve’s eyes welled with tears which she was quick to wipe away before Spencer noticed them.

She stood up from the couch and moved a little closer to him. He was still staring at the living room door in the wake of his daughter's sudden departure.

“Thanks for having my back.” She choked out.

Spencer spun away from the door and glared at her, his detest for her pouring from his eyes and stabbing her like daggers.

“I didn’t do it for you.” He spat as though the words were poison on his tongue. “I didn’t mean any of that. I was trying to make sure our daughter didn’t hate you the way I do. But to be perfectly honest, you deserve it.”

Maeve chewed on her lip, trying to remain calm and ignite a fight.

“Spencer, please,” she sniffed.

“Get out of my house.” He turned his back on her again, not wanting to look at her let alone have her in his home.

“It’s my house too.” She snapped, unable to keep the annoyance from her voice.

“It has not been your home since you signed the divorce papers. This is my house. And that’s my kid up there in pieces because she now knows what a fucking whore her mother is!”

Maeve suddenly grabbed him by the shoulder somewhat roughly and spun him around to face her.

“If you hadn't opened your big mouth then she wouldn’t be in pieces.” She couldn’t disguise the venom in her tone.

“Don’t you dare put this on me.” He spat, anger flooding through his veins. “You’re the one who cheated Maeve. I kept your sordid little secret from them to protect you but you don’t deserve protecting. I hope Daisy hates you. It’s what you deserve!”

“If you hadn’t been such a shitty husband I wouldn’t have had to look elsewhere!” Maeve raised her voice, the words leaving her mouth before she had a chance to stop them.

That almost pushed Spencer to breaking point. It was almost enough to drive him over the edge, past the point of no return.

His fist clenched and unclenched are his sides, trying to reel himself back in before he crossed the line and said something he would never recover from.

He wasn’t going to allow her to break him.

“If I was such a shitty husband you could have had the decency to leave. You should have walked away. But instead you spread your legs for the first man who looked your way.” It was the nicest he could be given the situation. There were much more nasty things he could have said and he was almost proud of himself for refraining.

“It wasn’t like that!” Maeve scoffed. “Don’t think I wish it had been different? Don’t you think I could have just left so easily? We had to think about the kids!”

“Oh so you were thinking about the girls when you fucked another man for three years? While I was at home with them, feeding them and bathing them and keeping them alive, you were thinking about them?” He knew Daisy would inevitably be able to hear them yelling but he couldn’t help himself.

He was livid. He was seething. He’d bottled this up for a year and he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“The last thing I wanted to do was tear our family apart, Spencer. But I'd be damned if I was going to spend my life with a man who resented me!”

“I never said I resented you.”

“You didn’t need to say it! Your facial expression and your demeanour towards me told me more than your words ever could. You only married me because I fell pregnant and you resented me for that. We were drunk and we forgot to use protection but you’re just as liable for that as I am.” She lowered her voice a little, hoping her daughter wasn’t listening to this.

“Fine so I resented you. But I was always faithful. I might not have been happy but I never even so much as looked at another woman!

I was good to you! I was always good to you. I gave you everything! I quit a job I loved so I could be there to help with the kids. My goddamn money paid for this house. Hell, my money paid for everything because god knows you never worked a day of our relationship!” Spencer threw his hands up in the air in frustration.

They were really airing some grievances now, ones that had been hovering just under the surface for their entire relationship.

“I was at home looking after a little girl while you were away all the damn time! I raised Daisy on my own! You were never there!” Maeve screamed, tears suddenly escaping her eyes and flowing heavily down her flushed cheeks.

“Somebody had to be earning money! I did everything for you, you selfish bitch! I did everything in my power for you and the girls to have a nice home, a nice life. And you repaid me by fucking another man for three years! Get out of my house. Get out of my house and never come back you whore!” Spencer realised then he was crying too, completely out of the blue.

They weren’t tears of sadness though. His tears stemmed from a year's worth of bitterness and turmoil. The tears were his pent up disgust at his wife's betrayal.

Silence descended on the room, the only thing permeating was their heavy breathing.

And then the front door opened and Bobby and Lily entered the house. Lily was happily licking an ice cream cone that was dribbling down her hand.

Both Spencer and Maeve turned away to wipe their tears before their daughter could see.

“I got mint chocolate chip!” Lily cheered, jumping up and down. “I bet Taco would like to try it!”

She made a dash for the dog for Spencer quickly put an arm out to stop her.

“No, pumpkin, Taco can’t eat ice cream.” Spencer sniffed.

Lily frowned a little as she inspected her fathers puffy red eyes.

“Have you been crying, daddy?” She furrowed her brow, pastel green ice cream coating her mouth and cheeks.

“No sweetheart, it’s just allergies.” He forced a smile and it pained him to do so.

She frowned at him before looking at her mom who’s eyes matched Spencer’s.

“Do you have allergies too mommy?” She lapped her tongue over the melting ice cream.

“Yes darling, I do.” Maeve nodded.

“Say goodbye to mommy, Lily. She’s leaving.” Spencer patted her back in the direction of Maeve, wanting to get rid of his bitch of ex-wife and her new lover as soon as possible.

“Oh no! Can’t you stay, mommy?” Lily wrapped her free hand around her mom’s waist.

“No baby, Bobby and I have to go. But we’ll see you next weekend ok?” Maeve crouched down next to her daughter and pulled a tissue from her pocket before wiping her messy face.

“Ok mommy!” Lily chirupped before continuing her work on her ice cream, effectively covering herself again.

Maeve stood back up and glanced at Spencer but he averted his gaze.

Bobby placed a comforting hand on her back and led her towards the door.

Lily was none the wiser.

Spencer heard the door open and close as he tried desperately to keep his tears at bay.

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Later that night after cleaning ice cream from Lily’s face and hair, he put her to bed and read her story for a while.

Her eyes were half closed and she was fighting sleep by the time he put the book down.

“Close your eyes.” He laughed, bowing his head to kiss her forehead.

“I’m not tired.” She whined, stifling a yawn.

“Of course not.” He stood from the bed and padded towards the door. “Goodnight pumpkin, I love you.”

“Love you too dad.” She replied sleepily.

He moved to the next room and hovered outside Daisy’s door. He ran his fingers over the blue wooden letters that spelt his eldest daughters name.

He heard faint sniffles coming from inside and his heart shattered in his chest.

He pushed open the door and crept inside.

She was curled up in a ball, sobbing quietly against her pillow, her purple cast tucked close to her body.

It physically pained him to see her this sad. He hated this. He hated what Maeve had done.

He shuffled across the room and cautiously laid himself down on the mattress next to his daughter.

She instantly curled into his side, burying her head in his chest.

She sobbed against his shirt while Spencer wrapped her in his arms and placed soft kisses in her hair.

He ran the palm of his hand up and down her back in a vain attempt to calm her.

“It’s ok, pumpkin. It’s all going to be ok.” He whispered into her hair.

Daisy wailed loudly, wrapping her arm around Spencer’s stomach and wiping his snotty nose on him.

This wasn’t fair. He’d do anything to take her pain away. He would give his right arm to stop her hurting. And his left. He wished there was something he could do to stop this agony she was feeling.

“I hate her dad! I hate her for doing that to you! I’ll never forgive her for this!” Daisy balled and he held her tighter.

You and me both, kid, he thought, staring up at the ceiling.

“You don’t hate her, sweetheart. You’re angry right now and that’s completely natural. But she’s your mom, you don’t hate her.” He stroked her hair back off her face and she frantically shook her hair against his chest.

“I do hate her! It’s her fault we don’t get to live with our dad and our mom. It’s her fault you’re sad all the time!”

Spencer closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. He used his other hand to guide Daisy’s face up to look at him.

Her eyes were red raw and his chest constricted.

“What makes you think I’m sad, Daisy?” He tried to keep his voice levelled.

“Aunty Emily and Grandpa Dave have told me all about profiling.” She shuffled up the pillows a little.

“Did they now?” Spencer mentally cursed his friends.

“Yes they taught me all about reading micro expressions.” She wiped her eyes on her bedsheets.

“Ok…?” Spencer felt a little uncomfortable knowing this teenage daughter had been taught to read human behaviour.

“You have sad eyes dad.” She sighed a little as she spoke. “You have done since mom left.”

Goddamn Emily and Rossi, he was not at all amused by this.

His thirteen year old daughter should not know that her dad has sad eyes.

“Pumpkin,” he cupped her face. “I am sad, but I’m sad for you and your sister. It breaks my heart that your mother did this to you.”

“Do you miss her?” She narrowed her eyes on him.

“No.” He lied. He was lying to his daughter, right to her face.

“Are you angry at her?”

“No.” He did it again.

Daisy scrutinised his face, trying to read those micro expressions Emily and Dave had taught her.

But Spencer had a great poker face under pressure and he gave nothing away.

“Are you done profiling me?” He chuckled when she didn’t speak.

“For now.” She shrugged, flopping her head back to the pillow.

“Get some rest, sweetheart. Sleep is a great healer.” He kissed her cheek before pushing himself to his feet.

He watched her snuggle beneath the sheets as he headed to the door.

“Love you dad.” She whispered as he stepped outside.

“Love you more. Now sleep.” He closed the door behind himself and pressed his back up against as tears sprung behind his eyes.

He hated lying to his daughters. He never wanted to be the kind of dad that lied to his children.

But unfortunately the situation had required him to do so.

He hoped sleep would help her feel better but honestly Spencer didn’t know if it would.

If sleep really was a great healer, Spencer would sleep for an eternity.

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Love Bites: Chapter 9

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Warnings: Smut and swearing. 18+ only please. This fic from now on will contain cheating.

The shows in America were more than Y/N could ever have dreamed of. Since the tour started, Ultraviolet had attracted more and more attention, and the crowds were not only showing up for Def Leppard but for them as well.

Every night when she called Doug, Y/N had to try and pretend everything was normal. The last thing she wanted was to come home from the tour to nothing. Whilst most of her belongings were replaceable, there were some photos and other sentimental bits and bobs that she would want back. Knowing Doug as well as she did, Y/N knew that if she were to break up with him over the phone he would destroy everything.

Tammy had taken to sitting with Y/N whilst she was phoning her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend. Almost every phone call ended with Y/N either in tears or nearly shaking with anger. Doug wasn’t against insulting her at every given opportunity, only solidifying in the woman’s mind that she had to leave him as soon as they were back in London.

Just over two weeks after their arrival, it was the beginning of April and they still had over half the tour to go. Over those two weeks, Joe and Y/N had been spending more and more time together. Although neither of them had said anything, it was mutually agreed that once Y/N broke up with Doug, the two of them would give it a go. They knew that there would be distance between them but the both of them wanted to make it work.

“Doug I’ve told you like a thousand times when the tour ends.” Y/N refrained from shouting down the phone.

“And I’ve forgotten, you’ve been away for so long now, surely you must be home soon.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and let out a quiet sigh away from the phone.

“The tour ends on the 30th June.” She told him yet again.

“Seriously. Why does it have to be that long, it’s not like either of you are that popular yet.”

“Over here Def Leppard are huge, and I’ll have you know, Ultraviolet has been getting a bigger fan base since the tour started.” Y/N looked over at Tammy who gave her a sympathetic smile. Despite the bassist not being able to hear Doug, she just knew that it wasn’t pleasant responses her lead singer was getting.

Little did Y/N know, as she turned her back again, Joe had entered the room, not releasing that the venue phone was in use. Tammy smiled at him before leaving the room herself. Joe went to follow but with a shake of Tammy’s head he stayed put.

“That’s still three months Y/N.” Doug shouted, prompting Y/N to move the phone away from her ear.

“I know Doug, I can use a calendar.” She bit back. “There's not long until the show. I have to go.”

“You barely have any time for me now.” Doug grumbled.

“I’ll see you in three months.” Y/N said before putting the phone down.

Y/N turned around before coming face-to-face with Joe. She jumped slightly in surprise before giving him a small smile.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Joe told her in almost a whisper.

“It’s okay. I was just expecting Tammy that’s all.” Y/N felt herself exhausted yet again from the phone call, although this one wasn’t as intense as some of the calls between her and Doug, she still was sick of repeating herself all because he couldn’t listen to what she was saying.

“She left when I arrived.” Joe told her.

Y/N nodded before a slightly uncomfortable silence came over the two of them. Joe inched his way closer to her.

“How did it go?” He asked, referring to the phone call she just had.

“Well, about the same as they all go. I tell him something, he doesn’t listen, I have to repeat myself and he doesn’t like what I have to say. I had to lie and say that the show is about to start just to get off the phone. He doesn’t need to know that we still have a few hours.” Y/N ran her hands through her hair, getting her fingers caught in a few tangles that had formed from the backcombing she had done that morning.

Against his better judgement, Joe stepped forward again. Y/N looked up at him as he did so.

“I can’t wait for this tour to end.” He whispered as the backs of his fingers caressed her cheek. “I can’t wait for you to leave him.”

“Me neither.”

Joe found himself getting lost in her eyes. “I know we shouldn’t but…” He started, not looking away.

“No we shouldn’t.” Y/N told him before their lips collided together for a second time that tour.

It started out as a soft kiss, the two gently moving their lips in sync as they moved impossibly closer to each other. Y/N’s hand moved up to Joe’s hair and she pulled carefully, earning a small groan, much like the one from a few weeks before. She wanted to do it again but the two were interrupted by Tammy re-entering the room.

The bassist didn’t say anything as she smiled and left again, however she had effectively ruined the moment. Y/N and Joe pulled apart slowly.

“I should go.” Y/N spoke, her voice slightly hoarse. Joe just nodded and Y/N followed in the same direction Tammy went, leaving Joe alone.

After the show, Y/N refused to go out for a drink and instead opted to get some rest before they travelled the next day. All throughout the show, Y/N couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss, only this time there was less guilt. The more time she spent with Joe, the more she wanted to get home and break up with Doug and now it didn’t even feel like she was dating him anymore. She knew it was wrong to think that way but with every argument the distance between them felt greater.

She had just changed into her pyjamas when there was a knock on her hotel room door. She was a little confused as to who it could be because as far as she knew, everyone was out. However, she felt her heart skip a beat when she opened the door to reveal Joe.

“We really should stay away from each other.” Joe told her as soon as he saw her.

“Then why are you here?”

“Because staying away from you appears to be impossible.” Joe then moved forward and kissed her again. This time there was a sense of urgency in the kiss and Y/N couldn’t help but reciprocate it. When Joe broke the kiss, he pushed her backwards slightly so that he could enter her room and shut the door.

“Now I probably shouldn’t do this because you have a boyfriend but I can’t seem to control myself around you.”

Y/N nodded along with what he was saying.

“I can’t control myself around you either.” She told him as he pressed his lips to hers once more. He moved his hands down from her back to the back of her thighs, giving her bum a small squeeze as he did so. She let out a little squeal as he tried to lift her up. Without breaking the kiss, Y/N jumped into his arms and wrapped her legs around his waist.

He moved the two over to her bed and laid her down, trailing his lips down her neck and sucking gently. Y/N let out a soft moan and moved her hands to Joe’s shoulders, gently digging in her fingernails.

“May I?” Joe breathed as he placed his fingers at the hem of her pyjama bottoms.

“Yes.” Y/N whispered. Without any hesitation Joe pulled her pyjama bottoms down with her underwear in one. “Please Joe.” Y/N whimpered as she felt his breath on her.

“Please what?”

“Touch me please.”

Joe didn’t waste anymore time running his fingers through her folds, finding her clit almost straight away. Y/N gasped in surprise, Doug took months to find it.

Soon enough Joe pushed two fingers inside of her groaning at the tightness. He kissed her clit and Y/N grabbed his hair for support. With the hand he wasn’t using, he moved to under her thin top and grabbed her breast, squeezing softly and brushing his fingertips over her nipple.

Y/N was overwhelmed with the sensations when Joe pulled away from her. Before she could question it, he quickly pulled his wallet out of his pocket and removed a condom. Y/N sat up and reached for Joe’s jeans, undoing the button as Joe reached for her top.

The pair of them removed each other's clothes, unable to pull their eyes away from the other. Y/N reached up and kissed him again before laying back down on the bed. Joe climbed on top of her and lined himself up at her entrance.

“You sure love?”

“Yes Joe please.”

That was all Joe needed before he pushed into her. They let out moans together as they gripped onto each other. Joe waited for her to adjust before he started rocking.

Y/N let out a cry of his name as he hit that special spot inside of her, something else Doug couldn’t seem to find.

Joe set the pace for them as Y/N encouraged him by scratching her nails down his back. She moved her hips to meet him which made him go even deeper than before. Joe leaned down to kiss her as she felt tears of pleasure stream down her face.

Y/N didn’t know how long they had been rocking in sync for but soon enough she felt her high coming.

“Joe I’m gonna, fuck…”

“I know love. Come for me sweetheart.” He leant down to her ear and kissed just behind it. The sensations all became too much for her as she allowed herself to fall over the edge.

“Shit, I’m coming Y/N/N.” Joe announced as she was in the middle of her high. Y/N just clutched onto Joe tighter, as if he would disappear if she let go.

When they both finished, Joe rolled off of her, moving to the bathroom to get a washcloth. He went back and cleaned them both up, disposing of the condom and climbing into bed with her. Y/N wrapped herself around him under the duvet. Focusing on her breathing. Joe kissed her forehead and rubbed his arm up and down her back.

“We’ll sort all this love.” Joe told her before the two drifted off to sleep.

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Newest member 9.3

Ghost x f character!

Cw: Blood, retaliation, she just wants a break, mental break, crying: when is she not? restraints, not the good kind

Summary: Karma is a bitch, don't dish it out if you can't handle it coming back.

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Ty had made dinner, ate, cleaned up, and even had dessert before Simon came back, that same heavy knock came. She was excited to see him not because she wanted to continue what occurred earlier but because she liked being around him, liked when he was close. “Hey! I was thinking you forgot about me.” She joked stepping aside to let him in but she noticed something was wrong immediately. “Ghost?” She asked since the door was still open and she didn’t know who was lingering in the hall. He finally stepped inside before she anxiously put her hands together, kicking the door closed with her foot. “Simon what’s wrong?” She asked searching him for any hint at what he was about to ruin her with.

“I’m leavin'.” He said making her straighten up slightly, confused. “What? Leaving where.” She asked needing him to elaborate, she was beginning to feel her anxiety creep at the edges of her consciousness. “They’re sendin’ me on a classified mission. Price couldn’t switch me out for anyone else.” Ty was finally understanding what he was saying. “How long will you be gone? I told you I’m here for three weeks.” She reminded, her fingers twitching as she prepared to start her sickening habit. “They gave us a three to six week span of time to complete the mission. I’ll be back after you’ve already gone.” And there it was, the upsetting truth. Ty felt her eyes beginning to water as she threw her hands out in annoyance. It wasn’t fair. “Well when do you leave?” She asked her voice trembling, her arms felt like lead as she held them out in question. He was quiet..good god, even better. “You’re leaving tonight?!” She screamed angrily, it wasn’t his fault it never was. But something always seemed to come between them, they can’t ever have each other entirely. “Helo’s waiting..I told them I have to handle somethin’ before I left.” He told her softly, she was breaking his heart. Tears falling from those twinkly auburn eyes, it wasn’t fucking fair. “It’s not fair.” She admitted, dropping her arms as she felt her bottom lip tremble. “I just want to be with you.” Tyliu confessed emotionally. Simon moved toward her gently, taking her hand in his as he slipped a finger under her chin so she would look at him. “I’ll be back as soon I can. I’ll come to Shanghai if I have to, steal you away.” He assured her leaning down and pressing his forehead to hers.

Ty sniffled as she looked into his eyes, her free hand resting on his neck as she rubbed his jaw with her thumb. “Promise me you’ll just come back in one piece.” They had to think about the actual danger he’d face out there. She knew Ghost was fully capable of taking down any threat that came by him but the world was unpredictable and it only took one mistake for it to all end. “I swear to you.” He confirmed nodding, Ty shook her head before pulling him into a hug. Her arms tightly locked around his waist, her head on his chest. She felt like she could bawl her eyes out, but not in front of him.

She had to be strong, for them both. ‘Ghost? Do you copy? We gotta roll.’ A soldier called out from the radio on his vest, Ty squeezed even tighter not wanting him to go. “Bravo-1 copy, on my way.” He responded before he gently unlatched her arms from him, he didn’t want to leave her. He’d never do that purposely..it was just that duty calls. Ty was too busy trying not to sob to notice him closing the little space left between them, she savored the feeling of his lips on her own, the warmth he produced even under all his gear, the way he smelled and how he felt under her shaky hands. He was becoming quite literally a Ghost in her mind, finding that his absence and then the distance would destroy her completely. She deepened the kiss as she pressed up onto her toes wanting her own impression to be burned into his senses, they pulled away while reluctant but simultaneously. “Give them hell Simon Riley.” She told him as she wrapped her arms around herself, not trusting herself to not latch on to him again. He gave his signature silent nod before hurrying out the room.

Ty placed a hand over her mouth as a sob slipped through, she would not see him off no matter how much it hurt. She quickly stepped into a pair of pants and some sneakers before she ran after his departing form. She had made it to the air strip just as his helo was taking off, Price on his way back inside when he saw her.

The tears never ending as she stared at the departing aircraft, she felt like a soldier's civie wife who had just been told he was being drafted for war. She’s never felt emotional pain like this before to the point where it was almost physically. "Ty, i'm sorry." he said as she finally looked at him, her sadness twisting into anger quickly. "You had no one else to send at all Price?! You know I will going back to shanghai in two weeks, i won't see him again until God knows when! Richard will most likely turn him away if he tries to come and see me! And i don't even get to step foot off base on my off days." Ty explained in a rage, Price knew there would be a fall out when she got the news of her lover leaving. While he didn't want to separate them knowing they didn't have all the time in the world together, he had no choice. "He was the best option, he's the only way that team will survive. They had no chance without him." Price said to her truthfully. It was true, the team that Price had to scrape together were some of the soldiers who weren't making their way home this Christmas. They were all still getting familiar with doing field missions and they needed someone with enough knowledge and experience to carry them through. Price wasn't able to trade places with Ghost, he was base commander while the original was on vacation back home.

"Come inside, i'll make you some coco." Price said gently pulling her arm. Ty frowned as she followed him inside, her heart aching in the worst way possible.

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Christmas came and went, her gifts for Simon unopened. She left them on the bed in his room with a small note that read:

I know you're probably not use to receiving anything for Christmas but i wanted to change that this year. The world continues to come between us but it's okay because in the end, maybe not today or tomorrow we'll be somewhere listening to Noel or the Black keys enjoying our time together. Merry Christmas Simon, maybe I'll see you for the new year?

-Yours Always, Tyliu Avery

Ty had gotten Simon a new set of throwing knives, an old record album that surprisingly completed his collection, also a new balaclava. It was all black but had a red kiss mark stitched into the cheek, her own personal touch. She was sad she wasn't able to be around when he opened them and even sadder when she was leaving that it was once again only Gaz, Price, Kate, and Soap seeing her off.

Shanghai was dreadful as always, her father welcoming her back with stacks of parchment work that she wasted no time and distracting herself with the work she was given.

Ty had just taken a break when there was a knock at her office door. "Come in." She called out, her eyes lifting from her phone to the door seeing her father walking in with two presents? "One of your boyfriends brought you some gifts." He said he set them on her desk. Her heart soured at his words, she already received gifts from Soap so it had to be Ghost. "Which one Captain?" She of course didn't want to show too much excitement because her father would immediately shut her down. "The big one with that ridiculous mask. He even delivered them personally but i told them not to let him past the gates." He said as she stood to take them but he quickly took them back out of her reach. "I think i should open them, make sure he didn't send us a bomb." Richard teased making her move around her desk. "You won't open anything that is addressed to me, you control enough of what i do already! I'm not letting you take this from me too." She argued snatching the boxes from him, protectively tucking them under her arms. She hadn't realized how bad she messed up until she felt the burning sting of his hand across her cheek, his ring digging into her flesh deeply. Her eyes narrowed as she stared at the ground, she was going to kill him. "You watch who you're talking to. I'm not one of those soldiers you order around." Ty let out a shaky breath as she felt anger bubble deep in her gut, she was sick of him. "Do you hear me?" He asked as she sat the gifts back on her desk, her eyes darkening as she raised her head to look at him.

Blood trailing down to her jaw from the gash he had given her, he seemed to notice the change in her demeanor. "Becoming defiant again are we?" He nodded, she was going to watch him take his last breaths and smile. Ty felt the switch in her brain turn off like it did before she went on a mission, the desensitization to the massacre she was about to create. "I fucking hate you!" She screamed as she lunged toward him, the momentum and him being caught off guard allowed her to get him off his feet and onto the ground. She climbed onto him as she began to black out, her mind protecting her from the rampage she was going on. There was screaming she didn't know if it was her own, or him as blood back splashed onto her face. The warm liquid coating her clothes in a thick layer as her vision became distorted. There was a moment where everything seemed to slow down before speeding up, her body being yanked from his bludgeoned one as soldiers flooded the room. "No! let me go! i'll kill him!" She sobbed and struggled against the hold of three soldiers. They must have heard him fucking screaming from down the hall and came to see what was wrong.

A medic rushed in with a sedation for her chaotic state, she grunted as the needle was jammed into her thigh. Her fight soon left her as the sedative took it's course, her eyes managing to get a glimpse of her father's bloodied face through the soldiers working on him. She began to laugh, hysterically. He got only a quarter of what he deserved. The soldiers sharing a look of concern at her psychotic behavior, it was as if they didn't know he had been abusing her whenever he felt like it. Her laughter soon ceased her the sedative finally did what it was supposed to, her body slumping into the worn out soldiers restraining her.

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A groan slipped from her lips as her eyes fluttered open, vision blurry from the sedative she was given and the fluorescent lights raining down at her from the ceiling. Moving to cover her eyes she found her wrists restrained to the bed she was in. "Ow.." she whined at the pounding in her head. The room was quiet making her raise her head from where it rested on the pillow to check her surroundings. She had been put into a separate room in the infirmary, finding no one else present. Her eyes moved to the door noticing three figures standing outside, It was Price and Kate whom she recognized first before noticing they were talking to the head supervisor of the infirmary who was also a doctor. She couldn't hear what they were saying but she knew it was about what happened earlier.

What happened exactly? She couldn't remember all the details just getting super angry at her father then waking up here. She sighed feeling the strain in her neck becoming too much, allowing her head to drop back into the pillows. The click of the door opening pulled her attention from the ceiling, her eyes finding Price and Kate approaching her. "Hey kid." Price greeted as Kate began to unbuckle the first strap from her ankle, Price working on her wrist. "What happened?" Ty asked looking up at him sadly, she didn't mean to. Oh but you did. "You lost your shit that's what happened." Price said causing Kate to glare at him as they switched to her other limbs. "Tyliu, it's okay." Kate comforted as she caught sight of her watering eyes. "They said you attacked him, nearly beat him to death with your bare hands. They said they'd never seen anything like that before, you were laughing at his bloodied state?" Price explained as Ty sat up rubbing her aching wrists.

Flashes from the episode earlier slowly came to the front of her mind making her shiver in disgust. "John, that's enough." Kate told him as she gently knelt in front of Ty resting a hand on her knee. "You're coming with us for a while, they figured it was best to put you on medical leave for the time being while they investigate what exactly happened." Kate told her softly, Ty sighed nodding. "He tried to take them from me..i wouldn't let him..he hit me and then i just..i was just so angry." She told them as she replayed the events in her head before closing her eyes taking a steady breath. "You're not in trouble, we're on your side one hundred percent." Price assured placing a hand on her shoulder giving her a comforting squeeze. Ty opened her eyes turning to Price who smiled down at her. She was glad they were here, she'd lose her mind again if she woke up alone.

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chaichaiiskai · 2 years

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TITLE: We’re Different But That’s Okay

— CHAPTER FOUR —

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CONTENT WARNING: fluff, a little angst, hint at mature acts, and comedic stupidity because we need a little break before the next chapter bc im going to absolutely destroy your hearts and stomp on your throats!!! :D mwuah! Oh, and there’s smut at the end that includes -> size kink, a slight bit of edging, hickies, a tiny bit of blood that was spilled bc of an accident with his damn shark teeth, overstimulation, unprotected sex, voyeurism? Not really, other things as well, totally unedited because i can't be bothered to reread my writing AUTHOR'S NOTE: so sorry it took me so long to update, in the form of an apology i decided to do a double upload! i fr don't know the next time I'm gonna update after this cause I've got two other stories to update but hopefully these two upcoming chapters will feed y'all for now! TAGLIST: @canarystwin @eijiandkatspebble

WORD COUNT: 7.46k

SUMMARY: date nights are always so weird. especially when you’re a fifth wheel, poor monoma.

TETSU has been living with Y/N and Kirishima for a total of three months now. Their bond has become especially strong and they consider themselves to be a tight-knit family. Though it took Y/N a little longer to gain Tetsu’s trust, she had gained some substantial progress which was more than enough to make her happy. She never knew how amazing it would feel to have three people in the apartment, they were starting to build their own little pack.

She knew neither of them needed her protection but she couldn’t help but to feel that it was her job to protect them with all of her life. Kirishima was her mate and Tetsu was waddling his way into her heart as a brother figure. She couldn’t ask for any more than that. She truly felt happy, and the three of them all seemed to feel the same.

Tetsu had even managed to get himself a job and lived in the apartment next door to yours which happened to be connected together by a door that could be locked. It was pretty convenient and Tetsu seemed to enjoy the independence, despite still having an owner. You didn’t go back on your promise so he would trust you… for now.

But it seemed more like he enjoyed staying over at your place more than his own but you never said anything about it.

Today was one of those days with him staying over, offering to cook for the three of you. Oddly enough, he seemed to really enjoy cooking and was pretty good at it so he ended up working at a hybrid-friendly restaurant as a line cook.

“Why would anyone come to a hybrid- FRIENDLY restaurant if they’re going to bitch about hybrid waitresses? What kind of fucking nonsense is that? I swear humans have no brain!” Tetsu complained rather angrily, his face screwing up into disgust while he gently filled in a dumpling with filling and then closed it up in a professional-looking manner. How could such an angry man create such delicate foods? It was beyond you but who were you to question him when he was offering his services free of charge.

The three of you were currently stationed in the kitchen, both you and Kirishima were sitting at the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room, watching Tetsu roam around the kitchen to continue preparing the mini-feast. Considering that both he and Kirishima were on the hungrier side it was no surprise that he would be making so much food and there were rarely ever any leftovers when it came to dining with these two. You always considered the chance they had a second stomach hidden away inside of them. It was unfair with how much food they managed to put away!

“Some of us don’t have brains, I have to agree,” you comment from your seat, mouth-watering as he dropped a bunch of dumplings into the steamer he had prepared, legs swinging around in excitement at the little creations. “Absolutely. Did I tell you guys about the twat of a head chef I’m being forced to work under? He’s a real piece of work, he’s lucky I haven’t bitten his stupid little weasel face off,” he huffed, starting to work on some sushi rolls. “Ah, yeah! What’s his name again? Okamatsu? Or something?” Kiri added, eyes trained on the food that Tetsu had been so diligently preparing.

“Yeah! Him! That asshole is so lucky they hired me! Without me that place woulda turned to shit by now, I swear, as soon as the opportunity presents itself I’m gonna offer myself up as the head chef. I’m way better than that jerk-off.”

“Here,” Tetsu suddenly said, shoving a finished dumpling into both you and Kirishima’s waiting mouths, “Is it seasoned enough? I didn’t do any measuring today so hopefully, it ain’t too salty.” He soon received his answer from the sound of you both humming in satisfaction at the flavor of the dumplings. The dog hybrid was pleased with himself afterward, beaming with pride before he went back to doing what he was doing, this time starting to cut up the sushi to put it nicely onto a plate. After months of getting to know each other, you had started to recognize Tetsu as an older brother figure, both you and Kirishima had to appreciate his nurturing nature no matter how often he would deny it. It was funny to see him acting all fatherly towards the two of you.

You began to think about how nice it was with the three of you. He was truly like a brother that you never anticipated having in your life. You were soon taken out of your thoughts when Tetsu spoke up again but this time he sounded a little more on the shy side, which was uncharacteristic of him, “...Question, uh, so, uhh… there’s this girl… at work. I think I like her, andIwannagoonadatewithherbuti’veneverbeenonadatebefore. Any tips?”

Kirishima looked at you with a raised eyebrow, silently questioning if you understood a word that he said in which you responded with a quick shake of your head and a shrug of your shoulders. He then smiled nervously before clearing his throat, turning his attention back to Tetsu, “Uh, bro, could you repeat that? Maybe a little slower…? Aha..”

Dramatically, he slammed a hand onto the counter, his back facing the both of you as he blurted out, “I need help asking this girl out! I’ve never been on a goddamn date before and I don’t want to fuck it up! Ugh!”

“Ooooooooh, now I see,” you began, leaning back just a little in your chair while rubbing at your chin like you were coming up with a plan, “Ask her to go and eat or something? I don’t know. Kiri and I just sorta- hung out most times.”

Kirishima chuckled at your words before thinking as well, he then snapped his fingers as a brilliant plan came to mind, “How about a double-date? That way you won’t have to worry about awkward silences or whatever! Y/N and I can help you ease up a little on the tension.”

“A double-date? With you two?” The silver-haired male questioned, glancing over his shoulder to eye the both of you, squinting his eyes as he observed you both. The more he thought about it the more he became convinced. It wasn’t like he was uncomfortable with either of you and he had been a little worried about coming off too aggressive so a double-date couldn’t be that bad? Right?

After convincing himself, a bright smile crossed his face and he perked up immediately, “Okay, that sounds good. I’ll call her after dinner then!” He then turned back to his food preparation with a little more pep in his step. You noticed immediately and couldn’t help but to tease him, “Oho, I’ve never seen you act some cheery about anything Tetsu, except the time when you first got hired. This girl must be really special. Is she cute? Spill the details!”

The tips of the poor man’s ears turned pink and he grunted at your questions, “Don’t fuckin’ pester me, demon spawn,” he then paused, his face starting to heat up,”’Course she’s cute, but it’s not about her looks. I think she’s admirable and I want to get to know her better. We’ve got some things in common and we happen to take off for lunch at the same time so we chat sometimes… I like talking to her about stuff. She’s funny, smart, and nice. Plus, the way she laughs and her tail wags at my stupid jokes makes me get all giddy inside.” After the spill of his feelings, he suddenly realized just how much unnecessary information he’d given the two of you when both you and Kirishima suddenly started cooing about how cute he was.

You two had dramatically turned to each other and interlocked fingers, eyes nearly welling up with tears as you hung onto every word he said about his crush. “D’aw, our angry baby is growing up!” Kirishima yelled, pretending to sniffle, “That’s so manly, bro!” “I know huh, babe! I feel like a proud parent!”

“Oh my God, we have to document this moment foreve-”

“BOTH OF YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I’LL STUFF YOU INTO WOODEN BOXES AND THROW YOU INTO THE SEA!”

“...Kiri’s a shark though…?”

“AS IF I GIVE A SHIT, I’LL FIND A WAY TO MAKE YOU BOTH SUFFER.”

“They grow up so fast…”

Tetsu swiftly turns around, pointing a spoon at the both of you with a dangerous glint in his eyes before he threatens you, “Say one more fuckin’ thing. I dare you.”

…

Sometime later, Tetsu finally finished cooking dinner for all of them and the ones who didn’t do a thing were more than happy to set up the table, sneaking little bites here and there before they commenced eating, shoveling food down their throats.

Both you and Kirishima offered the man compliments, pleased with how well everything had turned out which made him more than happy to see you two enjoy his food.

When Tetsu had finished eating he went to retrieve his phone and shuffled over to his apartment to make the oh-so-private phone call. While that was happening, you had stuffed yourself full and were on the verge of needing to take a nap but kept your eyes open, relaxing in your seat while watching Kirishima happily nom away at his food, always astonished how much food he could put away. It was like his mouth was a bottomless pit or something.

“Is there something on my face?” He asked, leaning back a little to pick up a napkin and dab at his cheeks, his eyes widening as he stared back at you. You blinked a few times, only then realizing that you had been staring at him, “Oh! No, not at all. I was just staring at you… You sure do eat well, I’m kinda jealous.” The compliment was a little strange but he couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed, chuckling at you before rubbing the back of his hand, “Ha, guess sharks just have a big appetite? Takes a lot to get me full.”

“That’s kinda hot,” you mumble before standing up to grab your emptied plate as well as the dishes that had been basically licked clean. “Hot? I can do a lot more with my mouth than that, but you’ve already witnessed that, haven’t you?~”

You whipped your head around to look at him, shocked at his bold word choice before you snickered at him, “Maybe you’ll have to remind me again sometime.”

“Ready when you are, little gem,” he hummed back, shrugging and going back to clearing out the table with his vacuum of a mouth.

Cockblock Tetsu soon reenters the dining room with a disgusted look on his face, “Let me hurry up and tell you two the news before you start fucking on the floor. Kendo said yes, and we’re going to meet up this Saturday at the restaurant. I'm gonna make a reservation for all of us. And-” He paused, exaggeratingly swiping a hand down his face, “Her owner will come as well because he doesn’t seem to trust people.”

“That’s kinda cute but also weird, but I guess I can understand. Are you sure he’s not secretly in love with her or something?” Kiri asked, looking up while spooning some rice into his mouth.

“I don’t think so, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there I guess. We’ll see what happens when the date comes,” Tetsu retorted while ruffling his own hair, “Agh, now I need to find something decent to wear. G’night weirdos.” And with that, the mastiff hybrid went back to his apartment through the door that connected the living rooms.

You looked at Kirishima and then raised an eyebrow before going to place dishes in the dishwasher, “I can’t wait to see what happens on the date. It’s probably gonna be funny as fuck.”

…

The date had been set for Saturday, a perfect way to start the weekend, although it was a scheduled dinner for the evening. It’s not like you were complaining though, it would be nice to see who Tetsu seemed to be so interested in.

“Someone looks good enough to eat,” Kirishima cooed as he came into your shared bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as you got dressed and fixed yourself up in the body mirror that was in front of your closet. You finished adjusting your clothes and then turned to observe your big dope of a boyfriend, wolf-whistling at his choice in clothing. He wore some form-fitting jeans that hugged his legs just right and a dark red button-up shirt that seemed to be struggling to keep his torso under wraps, his hair neatly brushed back, just barely hitting his waist. Maybe it was time to go clothes shopping…? Or not.

“Me? What about you? I don’t know if I can make it through dinner without copping a feel or two. Should we have a quickie before we go?~”

“Hm, should we?”

“I really wish I didn’t have heightened HEARING!” Tetsu shouted from somewhere in your apartment, most likely the living room.

Both you and Kirishima looked at each other before sighing, realizing that you wouldn’t be able to do anything too… intense just yet, it would be best to wait.

Standing from the bed, Kirishima inched his way over to you and pressed a hand onto the small of your back before leaning down to press a teasing kiss onto your lips and whispering, “Maybe later, lil’ gem. A dessert after dessert if you’re catchin’ my drift.”

You gave him “the look” and then nodded your head, smiling a little at the thought of him ravishing you after dinner. Yeah, sure, he’d fucked you right to sleep last night but you could never reject his advances, he was just so damn hot, it was unfair to think about sometimes.

You couldn’t help your eyes as they roamed over his body, thinking about just how *big* he is. From his height to his hands, to the sharp teeth that resided in his mouth. Oh the things you loved about him, not to mention his big, fat co-

“Babe, you’re drooling, what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours? Hmm?” The man of your dreams asks, nudging you playfully before shaking his head, clicking his tongue like he was disappointed in your behavior, “Can’t believe you’re already thinking such things, what a pervert.”

And with that, he left the room, making you gawk at his back from where he’d left you.

“Did he just…? I swear, give him a compliment ONE time and his head gets as big as a fucking BUS!” You stomp after him to see that he was now applauding Tetsu who was all dressed up, stunned at how cleaned up he managed to get.

“WOW! I can’t believe you finally shaved that chin strap on your face,” you commented, stepping in front of Tetsu to observe him a bit closer. You rubbed at your chin while observing him, humming at his choice in apparel, “Looks good, looks good.” Tetsu chose to wear some black slacks and a dark gray shirt with a black tie, his coat adding to his dark and slightly brooding looks. Kirishima couldn’t agree more, “You look like one of those drama CEOS. I think they’re called Chaebols or something. If I were a young woman I’d jump right on you.”

The man you two were fawning over grimaced at the compliments and waved his hand around, “Yeah yeah, I guess you two don’t look so bad either, even though I’m sure you already know that with the way you talk to each other. Which reminds me, I need to buy earplugs or rip my eardrums out, haven’t decided which would work better. ”

“Gasp! You’re so mean, Tetsu,” Kirishima yelled after Tetsu, who was already leaving the apartment, snatching your car keys from their place on the kitchen counter before making his exit. On the other hand, you couldn’t help but laugh at Tetsu’s tsundere tendencies, following after the two and locking the door behind you so that the evening could truly begin.

By the time you had arrived at the restaurant, it was a bit on the crowded side but nothing too intense. The customers that were inside were a mix of hybrids and humans which was pleasing, meaning that you were less likely to deal with any bullshit so that was a plus.

“I have a reservation under Tetsutetsu, “ Tetsu said to the hostess who stood at the front behind a podium, the dog hybrid quickly nodded her head and began to lead the party of three to their table which happened to big a big booth that was big enough for their party, thankfully.

You squeezed into the rounded booth seat, Kirishima sitting beside you while Tetsu sat on the other side of the table across from the both of you. After the three of you had gotten situated, Tetsu shifted around a bit nervously in his seat, rubbing away at his hands.

“Dude, just take a breather, everything’s going to go just fine,” your boyfriend reassured his found brother, noticing the way he’d been fidgeting, “We’re just here to have fun, not like you’re gonna propose or somethin’... right? Wait, you’re not gonna ask her to marry you, are you? Jesus man that’s moving too fast-”

“Kiri, are you dumb? OF COURSE I’M NOT GONNA PROPOSE, what the FUCK are you talkin’ about?”

“Oh? Someone’s proposing?” A feminine voice interjects, immediately making Tetsu nearly break his neck to turn and look at the owner of his voice. She peeked curiously at him with a small smile adorning her face. Poor Tetsu was about to die right then and there, he didn’t know what to do or say. Something about her just made him all tongue-tied and he forgot all his social skills in a matter of seconds.

Recognizing immediately what was going on, you decided to speak up, chuckling a little at your friend’s nervousness before you looked at this mystery hyena hybrid, “Ah, we were just joking around. You must be Kendo. It’s nice to meet you, I’m Y/N L/N, and this is my boyfriend, Eijiro Kirishima. We’ve heard so much about you from Tetsutetsu.”

Kendo’s eyes flickered from Tetsu’s flustered face to meet your gaze, her smile only seeming to widen in a friendly manner, “Nice to meet you! And you guessed right, I’m Itsuka Kendo,” She then looked at Tetsu with nothing but fondness, “I hope he’s said only nice things, aha.” The two of them seemed to silently converse in that split second which reminded you so much of the first time you had begun to feel romantic feelings for Kiri which made your heart instantly feel warm.

The sweet moment was soon interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. “And I am the great Neito Monoma, though I can’t say that it is a pleasure to meet *any* of you just yet,” a new voice spoke up before a gray-eyed blonde revealed himself, pushing Kendo aside for a moment so he could sit down in the booth next to Tetsu, acting as a divider between the two of you.

As soon as he sat down he stared you down, sizing you up with obvious disdain lingering in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what you did wrong. Usually, you’d smack the taste out of someone’s mouth if the opportunity came but tonight you would be on your best behavior (a promise you made to Tetsu). But, you were also not feeling the least bit threatened by the man who sat across from you even though you were wondering why he seemed to be so hateful despite just knowing you.

Kendo grabbed the back of the man’s color and proceeded to snatch him from the seat, replacing his position quickly so that she could sit next to Tetsu instead. The blonde scoffed at her but made no effort to move or swat her away, adjusting the hat that sat atop his head.

“So sorry, Monoma isn’t the best when it comes to… well, being a decent person.”

“Ha! I don’t know any of these people, so why should I treat them as friends?”

“Monoma, you promised.”

The blonde only rolled his eyes and picked up one of the menus from the table, beginning to scan his eyes over it for a moment before speaking up again without wasting any more time.

“What are your intentions with Kendo? Do you plan to date her? What makes you any better than any other options she can have?” He began to interrogate Tetsu, glancing at him with squinted eyes.

The question caught Tetsu off-guard and he could only clear his throat before thinking of what he wanted to say, “I.. well, I’d like that, but only if she wanted to, of course.”

“Do you want to or do you not want to? Are you willing to be fully committed to her or are you the type to easily get bored and throw away whatever bores you? Dog hybrids are known for their lack of concentration,” the blonde spat, smirking just a little at his own quick wit which earned a slap to the back of his head from Kendo. “Monoma,” she spoke in a warning tone, eyeing him, daring him to say something else… he does.

“I’m only asking important questions for your safety. It’s better to get these out in the open and answer before it’s too late,” he attempted to reason but then decided to shoot another shot, but this time he aimed it at you and Kirishima.

“I don’t know how I feel about you associating with people who have no idea how the hybrid and human communities interact. Don’t you know how unbalanced in power your relationship is? What kind of person dates someone they *own*? It’s almost like you’re forcing someone into a relationship. It’s disgusting,” he spat, his voice laced with venom as he peered at the both of you. His frustration was apparent but there was something else there lingering dimly in his gaze. Perhaps… sadness?

You open your mouth to speak up and nearly blow his head off with your choice of words but you’re quickly cut off by Kendo who growls at her owner, staring at him as she silently threatens him. That seemed to shut him up. When she realized he wasn’t going to say anything else, the ginger sighs and then shifts around uncomfortably in her seat. You, Kirishima, and Tetsu remain silent, wondering if she was going to say something or maybe even excuse herself to leave. This date was starting off in the best light after all.

“..I’m sorry,” she began, pressing her hands together as she deeply inhaled and then reached over to the top of Monoma’s head, snatching the beanie away from it to reveal shaggy blonde hair and adorable tiny ears that flickered around and revealed themselves. “Hey! Why would you do that?!” Monoma quickly questions, snatching the hat back to cover his ears again, “They could report us! Are you out of your mind?!” She gives Monoma a knowing look and he instantly quiets down, shifting his gaze elsewhere, not even daring to glance in your pack’s direction.

“I trust Tetsu and Tetsu seems to trust you two so I don’t mind telling you guys our story,” Kendo stated, hoping that her alpha would understand what she was doing, “Monoma isn’t actually a human, he’s a hamster hybrid but… he hides his features to seem human in order to keep our pack together. Er, humans haven’t been the greatest to us actually, which is pretty common amongst hybrids but… our last owner was really the shittiest of them all, in our eyes at least. Monoma has always been the protective type, despite not being much older than any of us in the pack. He’s always taken the blast of whatever has come to us and that’s made him have the worst experiences with humans so please know that he can’t help his distrust simply because of his experiences. I hope you don’t think ill of us, I understand if you guys want to end the date now, I’m sorry again.” She then bowed her head, preparing to stand up and leave.

You quickly spoke up, “Please don’t apologize, I… I can’t begin to understand what it must feel like, but I won’t pretend I do. I’m sorry that you had to deal with such horrible people like that, I get that’s why you’re so protective of your pack. I’m the same way, really. I want to protect Kiri and Tetsu with my life. They both mean so much to me that I can understand why you’re so worried about letting other people into your life. You don’t have to like me or anything but I hope that you can learn to tolerate me.” You then bowed your head at Monoma in hopes that he understood where you were coming from. His eyes widened for a moment, stunned by your actions. No human had ever apologized to him like that before.

Though he doesn’t say anything else demeaning, he does scoff at your display of apology, unconsciously pouting and puffing out his cheeks just the slightest before turning his nose up at you. You immediately caught onto his flustered state, almost cooing at how cute the narcissistic hamster hybrid is. Key word, almost.

Kirishima smiled nervously at the display between the two of you. Two pack heads, one seemed to be threatening the other while the one being threatened was as nonchalant as ever. Oh, how fun this was going to be.

It was quiet for the time being but that silence was soon interrupted by the sound of grumbling, causing Tetsu to groan in frustration, flustered and angered at his own body’s failure to keep itself contained. Kendo laughed at Tetsu’s angry stomach, playfully nudging his side with a smile.

“Guess we should order some food before Iron man turns into a grump. You guys should see him when he doesn’t get to go on lunch break on time, he nearly threw a fit with our boss,” Kendo teased, giggling at the memory.

“Jeez, bro, I always knew you were a hothead when it came to food but don’t tell me you nearly ripped your boss’s head off? Tsk tsk,” Kiri piped up, picking up his own menu to skim over it in interest which earned a hiss from Tetsu, “Be quiet, you’re the same damn way.”

“Oh! Haha, you’re right. Guess that’s why we’re long-lost brothers!”

“Order whatever you guys want, my treat,” you had added, chuckling at the light banter, glad to see that the awkwardness was starting to simmer down.

This time around the hamster hybrid decided to pipe up, an evil glint in his eyes as well as a smirk on his face, “Anything we like? Are you sure about that?” He then eyed you suspiciously, wondering if you were going to back down on your words.

Offering him a grin you nodded your head and responded, “Yeah, go wild. I can splurge a little bit.”

And with that, just out of spite, Monoma decided that he wanted to break your pockets just because he wanted to, an evil grin spreading across his face while you remained unbothered and pleased. You could barely contain yourself when the table was suddenly filled with plates of food, mostly the expensive items, it was too much for just one person to consume but you certainly wanted to see him try.

…

“Neito. Stop eating for fuckssake, you’re going to explode! You’re a hamster, not a chipmunk!” The hyena yelped, pushing away the plates of food that was in front of him, he had barely finished two of the fifteen meals he’d ordered but that knowing smile on his face only made him want to eat more just to wipe that shitty grin off.

“N-no! I can still eat more,” the man huffed, tugging a plate of unfinished pasta in front of him again as he began to fork some more into his mouth, his struggle was obvious and you couldn't hide your amusement.

Kendo could feel her anger bubbling up but she sighed, relaxing before shoving the plates away again and huffing at him, “Let’s save this for Awase and Sen, I’m sure they’d appreciate that.” At the mention of their other pack members, it seemed that Momona’s hidden nurturing side revealed itself when he stopped eating and sat up, silently agreeing with her suggestion. It was obvious to you and anyone else that had been watching that he cared deeply about his pack, which you couldn’t help but admire and respect, despite his strange personality.

“Should we get dessert?” You offered, fighting the grin that threatened to form on your face. Instead, you remained innocent, looking around the table in curiosity, your gaze lingering on Monoma for just a few seconds longer before you raised your hand, waving over the server to ask if they could all have the dessert menu.

Kirishima, Tetsu, and Kendo all seemed to sweatdrop at the tension between Monoma and you, it was obvious who was winning this round but no one made an effort to elaborate or even bring it up, instead, they opted to watch it all play out.

And as expected, Monoma bit off a little more than he could chew, both literally and figuratively, which led him into a tiny food coma that made him pass out after having one too many bites. Tetsu was tasked with carrying the hamster hybrid to Kendo’s car while Kirishima carried the many take-out boxes, leaving you and Kendo to your own devices as you both followed behind them.

“Thanks. Tonight was pretty fun, and- honestly, I think Monoma sees you as his rival now which can be a good thing,” Kendo spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest before laughing sheepishly. “He never takes interest in others unless he thinks they’re a threat or have potential as his comrades. We should hang out again, in a more casual setting I mean.”

“Sure!” You exclaimed, more than happy to have a new lady friend, “We should exchange numbers then. I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other anyways considering how much Tetsu seems to like you, and you seem to like him just as much if I’m not mistaken.” Even though you had just met her, you couldn’t deny that she seemed to be friendship material and thought a little teasing wasn’t too inappropriate. The ginger’s face turned a bright red and she laughed a little, rubbing the back of her neck, “He does? I’m so happy to hear that. I… I really like him too actually.”

“You two are so cute, I ship it,” you tease her more, gently nudging her before she laughs again and shakes her head, mumbling about how only dorks would say such things. You both exchange a few more words and then she bids you goodbye before going to properly say goodnight to Tetsu, leaving Monoma nearly hanging out of the backseat as the two lovebirds flirt and blush at each other, obviously head over heels in love with one another.

Kirishima came to stand by your side, wrapping his arms around your shoulders to pull you into his side as the both of you sneakily watched the potential couple. “This brings me back, remember when we first started dating?” He asked, sighing a little at the fond memories, “We were both so dumb and young, I can even remember the first time we confessed to each other like it was yesterday.”

You laughed at the thought, unable to contain your fit of giggles before you spoke, “I still can’t believe you thought you were going to die after that baseball hit you in your head!” You then started to playfully mock him, deepening your voice just a little,” Oh Y/N! I have to tell you this before I end up dying! A true man mustn’t live without regrets! I’m in love with you and I have been since we were little kids! In another life, maybe we can go out! Goodbye cruel world!” You then leaned more into his side, draping a hand over your forehead as you pretended to faint. “I did NOT do all that! Why’d you make me sound like some kinda Shakespearean guy? Do I… Do I sound like that?” It seemed that your little recount of the beginning of your romantic relationship was going to have poor Kirishima going through an identity crisis… which only made the situation more hilarious. Honestly, you were definitely exaggerating a little but what was the fun in telling the truth anyway? You did, however, have his true words held closely to your heart and whenever you thought about him asking you out like he was on his deathbed you couldn’t help but bashfully grin and mumble about how much of a himbo he was sometimes.

As you and Kiri were walking down memory lane, Tetsu eventually came back towards the two of you with a flushed face and a small smile on his face, his tail wagging aggressively behind him, the fluff of the appendage waving around in the wind like a flag. It was obvious that he was pleased with the way that tonight had gone and you were happy that he was happy.

“Looks like someone had a goodnight,” you cooed, reaching up to pat the top of his head in an affectionate manner. Usually, he would slap your hand away but tonight, he was in an especially good mood and didn’t bother to wave you off, only nodding in response before the three of you had made your way to your car to start the drive back home.

…

Arriving at your respective doors, you all bid each other goodnight and went to your separate units, leaving you and Kirishima alone once again. A blessing indeed.

“Shall we have dessert now then?” Kirishima asked as he watched you take off your shoes and put them away into your closet after entering your bedroom. You briefly glanced over your shoulder at him and then gave him a sly smile that spoke volumes. And with that, he appeared in front of you and closed the distance between you both, placing his hands on your hips before he attacked your lips in a passionate kiss.

It didn’t matter how many times the two of you did things together, it was intoxicating and exciting each and every time, leaving the both of you breathless and satisfied in no time which was more than enough to make you want more and more despite receiving your fill.

[nsfw! content warnings: this is the end of the chapter in case you want to skip over the smut, it doesn’t continue into the next chapter so you have a choice to read this or not!]

The kissing soon turned into something less passionate and more sloppy, messy may have been a better word for the open-mouth kisses that you attacked each other with.

“Fuck, you look so good tonight, nearly took you on the table in front of the entire restaurant,” Kirishima mumbled while pulling his lips away from yours to tug off his shirt before he began to assist in removing your clothes as well. You chuckled at his reply and let him assist in undressing you as you reached down to start undoing his pants, “Hm, why didn’t you? I’m sure no one would have minded a dinner and a movie.”

He chuckled at your joke and then kicked off his pants before easily scooping you up into his arms and tossing you onto the bed, grinning down at you before he climbed on top of you, burying his face between your shoulder and neck. “Bet you would have liked that, wouldn’t you?” He whispered, his tongue darting out of his mouth to swipe at the side of your neck before he grazed his sharpened teeth over your skin, daring to sink them into you and break the skin. You grabbed the back of his neck, lightly squeezing it before running your fingers through his hair, pressing him into your neck further as you silently urged him to go onward.

Taking the hint, he bit down lightly onto your neck to test the waters, leaving a light mark that only darkened with some sucking that left you writhing around beneath him. He began to leave identical marks, varying in size and darkness all over your neck and shoulders as well as your chest just to tease you, giving you an appetizer before the main course.

You were starting to become a little impatient at this point which was made obvious when you tugged on the hair at the nape of his neck and huffed, making him grunt in response, biting down a bit harsher on your neck than he intended to. It was enough to make you bleed and it stung a little but it wasn’t anything to write home about, even if you gasped for air afterward, feeling a new wave of arousal.

“Just hurry up and fuck me already, Ei,” you groaned, leaning your head back into the mattress, awaiting that moment you desired the most.

The man that was straddling you leaned back and a dazzling smirk spread across his face before he purred in a teasing yet tender manner, “So impatient, shouldn’t you ask nicely?~”

Squinting at his face, you took matters into your own hands- literally by grabbing his cock through the open pocket in the front of his briefs and giving it a squeeze which earned you a well-deserved grunt of surprise.

You smirked at the response you’d gotten, starting to move your hand rather quickly in an up and down motion, grinning as you watched his face screw up in different ways.

You seemed to enjoy having your way with him, getting him back for his little display of teasing. Kirishima would let you have your way a little longer before he would grab a hold of the situation again, and so he did.

His own impatience began to creep upon him as he lifted your fingers from his shaft and hummed, “There there, you had your fun. My turn.”

You yelped when he suddenly grabbed at your hips and pulled you down to the edge of the bed which nearly made you fall off the bed but he kept you in place, pulling you flush to his lower body as he pushed his cock between your pussy lips, daring to enter you without prep, however, he stopped himself and instead began to rub his angry tip against your clit, pressing onto the little button with a harsh amount of pressure that made you shiver and arch your back off the bed.

He rubbed his cock rapidly between your lips, smearing his length in your wetness which made a squelching noise that was a little embarrassing. You couldn’t keep the moans that escaped your lips, shifting your hips around in a frenzy as you were starting to feel an all too familiar burning sensation in your lower stomach, “E-ei, please!”

You didn’t want to cum just yet, especially when he hadn’t even filled you yet, it wasn’t fair so you were going to at least *attempt* to hold back, much to his dismay.

“C’mon baby, I know you wanna cum. Cum for me, my pretty gem. I’m just tryna get you prepped to take me in, I can’t have you gettin’ split open so soon. You’ve got work tomorrow, right?”

Along with his question, he stopped using his cock to stimulate you and instead used the rough pads of his fingers to rub a circle on your clit that set your body ablaze, your chest heaving as your nipples perked up from the sudden feeling, failing to answer him.

His face fell into seriousness when you did not answer him, earning a harsh flick to your flit that made your hips jerk up and hump into nothing but the heated air lingering above your body, “Answer me.”

“Y-yes!” You yelped without thinking any more about it, holding back was becoming nearly impossible at this point as you felt an earth shattering orgasm come over you, eyes rolling back as you began to shudder violently with him still abusing your poor clit.

That toothy grin on his face that you loved so much crept up onto his face as he moved his hand from between your legs, flicking your juices from his thumb with a pleased sigh, “Good girl. Time for your reward, hm?”

His eyes that were glazed over with lust glanced down at your body, watching as you tried to catch your breath before he continued to have his way with you and bend and mold you into what he craved and desired.

As he looked down at you with a predatory gaze, did you truly understand the differences between the two of you? Of course, you always knew how much *bigger* he was, but you never truly studied him until moments like this. He could literally rip you in half with a flick of his wrist which was somewhat arousing to think about. Your eyes lingered downwards, taking in his muscular frame and the happy trail that leads down to a neatly trimmed bush that surrounded his thick cock that you would occasionally gag on when you were in the mood.

While taking in his appearance for a little while longer, you realized all too late that he had grabbed a hold of your wrists with one of his big hands, using the other to align himself with your entrance. He then bullied his way into your poor cunt, watching as you stretched beautifully around his shaft, squeezing him in a way that nearly made him explode right then and there.

“Fuck, you take me so well, princess,” he groaned, taking a hold of your wrists, one in each hand, thick digits wrapped around them like handcuffs, “Now, you’re gonna be a good girl f’me and cum on my cock too, lil’ gem.~” As expected, you were given no time to respond, shrieking in pleasure when he used his grip on your wrists to slam you down onto his awaiting cock, grinning down at you as he used your wrists to hold you in place while he rutted into you, snapping his hips with no clear rhythm. Each hit deep within you, resonating throughout your body in ways that you had thought would become familiar after so many times of doing it but he never failed to make you feel amazing each and every time, rearranging your guts like a mixing master.

Seemed like you were going to have to call off work with the way he was impaling you with little to no remorse, only interested in watching as your body reacted to each movement of his hips, the sound of colliding skin filling the room and your ears. As he repeatedly slammed into you, bottoming out only to snatch himself back out and slam back into you, you couldn’t contain the noises that came from your mouth and the way you kept muttering his name, begging him to slow down or go faster, you couldn’t seem to make up your mind with how stupid he was fucking you.

Little did you know, your bedroom escapades were falling up another set of ears who had decided it was time for him to buy those earplugs he mentioned or just blast some music into his ears. Man, he was tired of hearing you two go at it like rabbits, poor Tetsu.

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maybemightbee · 10 months

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I got on the ghostsoap train right before ao3 went down... so I had to start writing my own fic -_- Usually I play WIPs close to the chest but sharing it here for y’all bc desperate times/keeping up morale/etc.

That Thin Veneer

CW: swearing, D/s undertones

Rated M (for now)

1/?

The first time it happens they’re an hour outside Tripoli, and it’s over before Soap even notices.

He’s sitting alone in the comms room at 0200, sandy-eyed, lights out everywhere except the jaundiced yellow glow of their one working laptop. The heat and dust got stuck inside the other two, destroying them from the inside like a fucking plague. It’s caught under his clothes too, itchy where it sticks to him, incessant.

Soap’s face is three inches from the flickering screen, scanning their targets’ thin personnel files. His right leg is bouncing under his palm, jacked up on how stupid this is — staying awake, worrying — and how stupid this whole job is — coming in too fast after the last one. He needs to be up in three hours. But they aren’t fucking ready. He’s not ready.

Ghost steps into the room behind him. Soap knows it’s him because Ghost doesn’t say anything, just fills the doorway and waits, blocking the only entry point for air flow in the room.

Soap nods at the screen. “Soon,” he lies.

Ghost moves closer and a hand falls over Soap’s shoulder, thumb hooking around the back of his neck. Ghost’s grip is firm, just a shade too hard.

“Not soon. Now.”

Soap breathes out his nose. A long loud rush. His leg slows and then stops, nerves deflating, sinking away. A bone-deep exhaustion settles over him. Ghost’s hand is still on him as he sags, holding him upright.

“Yes, sir,” he says.

Ghost’s hand tightens for a moment then disappears.

Soap doesn’t think about it properly until he’s lying on his cot 20 minutes later, eyes finally dragging closed. He feels the hard press of fingers curling around his neck and he thinks oh shit, oh fuck. And he doesn’t stop thinking about it for a very long time, after that.

Ghost knows perfectly well that Soap likes the look of him.

He would probably let Ghost fuck him if they were strangers meeting in some filthy club, the kind he knows Soap likes to get lost in between jobs. Ghost hates those places, but he knows what he looks like leaning back against a wet bar, six-foot-four, bare faced under dark lights. He knows how to buy a man a drink that isn’t really a drink.

If they didn’t know each other, it would be easy.

The trouble is that Soap does know him. Seen him bleed and fight and kill. Seen his face, for fuck’s sake, and they still work well together, despite it all. So Ghost knows that all the lazy flirting isn’t aimed with any particular intent. Soap leans into and then away from him, enough to pass the time or just be a shithead, and Ghost doesn’t lay down any traps or lure him in further, because in the end they’re bound to the same unspoken agreement: it’s never going to happen.

And that’s working out just fine for him. For a few months, anyway. Just fucking fine.

Until Tripoli happens, and Soap starts breaking the rules.

Thoughts? Recs? This’ll get beta’d and put up when our home is back online.

#ghostsoap #soapghost #soap mctavish #simon riley #call of duty mw2 #mw2 fanfic #call of duty #wip #fic #cod #this fandom has some elements but I'm here for it

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iguessitsjustme · 2 years

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Big Dragon Ep 5 Thoughts

-This continues to be the only show I do this for. It greatly increases my enjoyment of the show to post like this and I cannot explain why. I wish y’all could see and hear my reactions in real time though because they’re kind of hilarious. Anyway time for my favorite assholes!

-I cannot lie. I love this opening song. And the visuals. It has no business being this good.

-Unrelated but the wind is so strong right now I’m pretty sure it just blew through my building. I felt a breeze and a receipt blew across my table and onto my floor. I should probably be concerned but this is one of those situations where I have no control so whatever is gonna happen is gonna happen and there’s no use stressing about it. I’ll probably be fine.

-Oh so Mangkorn was telling her no and she wasn’t listening. I mean he could have removed her at any time but I don’t blame him for wanting her to LISTEN. Considering this show started with a mutual sexual assault there is an insanely good amount of consent.

-This is no longer the Bad Buddy song. The soundtrack has changed. Love that.

-Of COURSE it starts raining. Why wouldn’t it?

-YES. KEEP PUNCHING EACH OTHER. VIOLENCE.

-Oh look. They’re fucking again. Thought it was weird that it was taking so long for them to fuck again. *eats Cheetos*

-Oh no not the model!

-Can he cook for me?

-Oh this is so sweet. He made Yai a dish his mother used to make for him when we all know Yai has been particularly missing his mother lately. A mother’s love comes in all forms.

-Aw they’re treating each other’s wounds. That they caused. They really went from punching each other in the face to fucking with no steps in between.

-They make each other better and they make each other worse.

-For the love of god, please do not just throw away the sd card with your sex tape on it. If you want it gone, properly destroy it. Who knows who will go digging through yall’s trash.

-Are they communicating? What’s happening. Or their version of communicating.

-These boys always eat seaweed snacks. What would happen if I fed them a cheeto?

-Y’all literally just had an intense fucking session and y’all are shocked by the kiss while eating the seaweed?

-Caught in the ACT.

-I may or may not be in love with Mangkorn’s mother. Her facial expressions are sending me. I’ve been launched into orbit. I want to go get drinks with this woman.

-At least they weren’t having sex when she walked in. Can you IMAGINE?

-Y’all really broke everything while fucking. His mom was probably concerned. Probably thought he’d been robbed or was hurt. And she comes home to find y’all kissing over some seaweed.

-BODYGUARDS. They don’t video call from the void like Yai’s father. Seriously. Why did he call from the void?

-The amount I love Park and Pong is absurd.

-None of these three know how to clean.

-Boy was thinking about dick while eating that corn dog. Horny jail.

-Oh here comes the drama. It’s payback for making me watch you thinking about dick while eating that corn dog with my own two eye holes . It’s KARMA.

-Please for the love of god, let Hong be a lesbian. It’s all I want.

-Mangkorn, let me help you with your words “I do not like Hong. We grew up together and are close. There is some family stuff I need to sort out before I can tell you more, but I don’t like her and she doesn’t like me.” There done. You don’t gotta tell him everything but geez you gotta give him something. He’s an insecure little baby.

-Is this…communication?

-This scene is too long. It’s too long of just people standing on talking.

-They're just hurting each other. But this time with words instead of fists.

-Oh no. No no no no no no no. You stop that. You put that microphone down. Don’t make me go over there. If you start singing I swear to god

-Yai is such a little drama queen.

-DO NOT SING. WHY. WHAT DID I DO TO DEAERVE THIS.

-Fast forwarding is the best thing that’s ever happened.

-You see. This is why you shouldn’t give a drunk person a microphone.

-That caterpillar is so random.

-Nine is cute. He’s too nice for Yai though. Only Mangkorn for Yai. Only assholes for assholes.

-This scene is so precious though. Of course Mangkorn is gonna catch them kissing. Are they kissing? Where else would the drama come from? His arranged marriage? No that would be too obvious.

-End of episode. Next week looks promising. Love that for us.

#big dragon #big dragon the series #big dragon bl #i really didn't expect to love this show so much but here i am

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darkjanet2 · 2 years

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Drusilla's Soul Ch. 27

Laboratory 11:30 PM

“What do you mean, they’re traitors?! Darla and I sired the two brothers personally! And now they dare betray us?” Angelus yelled.

“Master, it wasn’t our fault. They stole a van to escape the fight. We were trying to stop them, but then we lost sight of them when they went over the city. We couldn’t get close enough to grab them in time.” said a long-haired vampire.

Angelus grabbed a hold of his collar and leaned close to his face with a fearsome expression.

“Listen here. I don’t want to hear another word from you, or any of your kind, unless I ask for you specifically. Do you understand me?” he asked.

“Yes, sir, but he said they will cast a spell to reconnect to her soul,” he quivered.

“I will not let them to ensoul Drusilla once again. I will slaughter those fools just like I killed those Kalderash clansmen who cursed Drusilla to gain a soul. And if you know so much as to see either Matt or TK, they won’t walk out the door alive. I am going to hunt them down and make sure they never come within ten miles of this place again. If you fail me again, I swear to god I’ll send someone else after you.” he tossed the vampire to the floor.

“You are dismissed.” he snarled.

Angelus left and walked down the hall. He found himself standing next to the wall where Darla crossed her arms and looked down at him, clearly upset with what he had done.

“You know, it would have been a lot easier to catch those idiots if you hadn’t let them go.” she grumbled angrily.

“Sorry love, but we can’t let them ensoul Drusilla again. They will find a ritual for soul restoration,” he said. “They might even get her to consent before we find them and put an end to their existence as we know it. We need to destroy the spell first, to ensure the safety of my Childe. It’s only fair that they will be punished for everything that they have done,” he answered, his guilt clear on his face.

Darla placed her hands side of his face and caressed the sides of his cheek with one hand. “We will stop them, Angelus. Together. No matter what it takes, we will kill those bastards who betrayed us,” she whispered. She pressed her lips against his and kissed him passionately.

After a moment, Angelus pulled away, his eyes filled with lust for her. He leaned back towards the wall and wrapped his arms around her waist. After several minutes of slow kissing and gentle groping, Angelus broke away slightly to look into her eyes.

“You’re right, love. We will kill them all,” he sighed dreamily as he continued to stare into her eyes.

Darla smiled and returned his gaze. “Now come along,” she said, pulling his head closer by his hair. “I believe we have some unfinished business,” she smirked.

*Meanwhile*

SPICE MOTEL OKINAWA - 11:53 PM

A man in his 60s was reading the newspaper in his recliner chair when he heard a bell chime through the door. He stood up, walked to the front desk, and saw two boys walking to the receptionist area.

"Welcome to The Spice Motel! How can I help you?” he asked.

"We'd like to spend three nights in a room," said Matt.

"Preferably one with a hot tub?" TK added.

The receptionist smiled at the boys. They were cute, if a bit young for each other. "I believe we have rooms that are available. We have a red one if you like. There is one queen bed that is enough to share. And you can choose which one has the hot tub."

TK raised his eyebrows. It wasn't often they had guests over; the last couple of times were a family of four from out of town. This time, though, it looked like TK would get to stay in the same room with his brother.

"We'll take it," said TK.

"Alright, that'll be 6,021.20 yen, please," said the receptionist.

Matt had the money from the glove compartment when they attacked the vampires and stole the van. He paid him for the room and the old men gave them a key.

"Here you go. Enjoy your stay," the old man smiled at them.

They thanked the old man and they went upstairs to their new room. TK unlocked the door first and they entered. This room was all red. Red wall, red carpet, a queen bed with a red comforter.

TK loved red and this room was perfect.

"This looks great!" TK exclaimed as he took off his jacket and shirt. "Let's take our shoes off, too."

TK removed his shoes and socks, and then Matt did the same. They sat down on the edge of the bed and they needed time to relax. TK stretched his arms high above his head before sitting back. He turned sideways so that he could look at Matt. He reached out and put an arm around his brother, who leaned against him. They stayed like that for a while, just listening to the quiet sound of traffic outside.

"So, what are we going to stay in a motel, TK? The stores are closed at night and we don't have new clothes to wear. Plus, the soaps are too tiny to wash our bodies entirely." said Matt.

"We'll go shopping the next night. We have money now. And besides, we have to save Drusilla. Her soul had been removed and now she went insane. She went back to her old gang and killed them. She's going to kill more people and I want to stop her before she descends deeper into Darkness." said TK.

"You're right, we have to rescue her. But how are you able to stop Angelus if you can't even fight him, TK? You have no idea what it's like to be evil." said Matt.

"Yeah, but I'm far stronger now," replied TK. "With this power, I will find a way to stop Angelus. He is no match for me because I'm a Bearer of Hope."

"I wish my powers were better than yours, TK. Maybe I could be like you or even better than you then." said Matt.

TK smiled, "You have power, Matt. Vampires have those abilities, too. If you ever need a weapon or some training, I'll teach you how to use that power."

Matt chuckled. "Thanks, TK."

"No problem. You already have all the fighting skills you need." said TK.

TK pecked Matt on the lips while his eyes widened in surprise. TK broke the kiss and laughed softly.

"Come on, let's sleep. Tomorrow we'll go shopping and training together. We have to get stronger," said TK.

The brothers got under the covers and fell asleep until the next day came.

3 WEEKS LATER

The day was a rough day, Davis took the textbook out of his locker and sighed as he closed it. He wasn't in a good mood today, and with how tired he seemed, that may not be the best thing to do. He lost his friends Matt and TK were killed by a gang of vampires.

It was hard for him after the incident, even now when he's almost over it, the memories still sting, like a bad cut. There would be times when the only thing that made him feel better would be his parents hugging him and telling him to get some rest. It wasn't easy being on your own but he knew they were gone.

He walked to English class and sat at his desk waiting for the bell to ring. He felt eyes on Kari when she was looking sad, he could tell she missed her friends, too. They weren't close, but he knew he cared for Kari a lot. The teacher began to lecture so he tuned in, listening closely. As soon as the bell rang he packed up his stuff and left. At the cafeteria, he grabbed himself a sandwich and then sat down on a bench away from everyone. After finishing off the sandwich, he decided that the last two periods might be more interesting. He pulled out his phone and checked Twitter, scrolling through the posts.

When the last bell rang, he packed up his bag and walked back to class. After school, Davis met up with Kari in front of the locker area, and they both headed home. Their walk to their apartment was quiet. They hugged each other and separated to say goodbye to each other.

When he got home, Davis put his stuff down before going to his room. He turned on his PS5 and clicked the Netflix app to watch the show to relax his mind. He sighed as he lay down on his bed, his feet dangling over the edge. The door opened and Jun sat next to him on the bed, putting her book to the side before laying down herself, snuggling into her pillow.

"You okay, D?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He said.

Jun sighed, "It's been rough, hasn't it? It's been three weeks since Matt and TK are gone. It’s just us."

"I miss them," Davis said. "But you're right."

Jun looked at him as if she wanted to continue, she sighed before getting up, "Well, there are cookies in the kitchen, I'll make you some tea if you want."

Davis nodded as Jun left his bedroom, heading towards the kitchen. He resumed watching his show. He heard his phone chimed when he grabbed it. It was Tai that sent him a message.

“Hey, Davis. I just wanted to let you know that Whistler is out of the hospital. He’s alright. Blade is with him. So we have to meet them at the hideout tomorrow.”

Davis replied, “Alright, at what time?”

“6PM and be ready,” said Tai.

“Okay, I’ll meet you there,” replied Davis.

#btvs fanfiction #digimonadventure02 #crossover #btvs #mattishida #drusilla #vampires #tktakaishi #angeltheseries #digimon adventure #buffythevampireslayer #alternativeuniverse

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the-firebird69 · 10 months

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The disconnect is when Tommy F did not allow trumpsters to pay some social security the Gap amounts and the morlocks started to lose and it was Max plan to have Tommy F do it and he has to at this point in the game Mac has no he has no choice whether he planned it all like this or not so we had time you have to go in there and block it and the minority Bullock are blocking it and they're having a lot of trouble paying their people with social security tons of them are dropped off there's only 10% of them that remain alive on it and today they're removing another 5% it's another very huge topic and the 5% that get removed usually go to Australia or in a mission well they sit around hassle people and get killed it's pretty much going to wipe out the rest of them no but it's a big number of people but it's curious is this one event it's about money and you two are so cheap it hurts the song a little and the max are overthreatening and it's not going to help them and we are after you for it but for real we got shut down that social security and it's heating up right now because you're trying to pay your own people and you can't and it's heating up at the hospitals because foreign minority morlock are fighting over that because you get certified as nuts and you want the money after your nuts.

You three idiots came down on our son and started screwing up your own system and it was after that incident and you would not back down and you're doing what Tommy F wanted and partially Mac but not that much and you just kept doing it and now you're idiots.

Foreign minority morlock are 20% of social security now the max and other people who are general population are about 50% of it and 10% more lock and the rest of it 20% are foreigners and we're probably 30% so we're 50% of the whole number foreigners and us and Max are 20% foreign minority warlock 20%. So it's 70% versus 20% versus 10% and those are the odds that you're facing who are truly vested in the system and the 20% Mac don't necessarily want to take our son off social security even after the fact it's not true at some point they want to put him in the hospital to clean out foreigners and minority morlock and it's becoming an evident too that they keep on doing this stupid routine my son spit up with it and someone of your race Mac is probably going to die and it's going to get ugly but she's probably just going to start killing people if he has to cuz you're stupid and this reasons for it and your impaired by someone else but you just keep doing it and I swear it's headed people jamming these people up against him who are losers so then got you that's Dan AKA Dave got to you and in a big way out there in hopkinton my son doesn't like you because of it you're kind of a huge a****** then you ended up fighting Trump and it was Dan okay Dave but we're using the a****** because he took the name McCracken and calls himself the kraken and we're having the beast destroy you and we mean the kraken and that's our son's monster and daughters monster they made it together and it kicks ass there's almost nothing you can't do where is you people are useless so we're going to fire you but to make a long story short these things that are personally interest to Max and others it does work it is important for their history 10 hours and it makes a difference as to what's happening since announcing this thing that happened with westborough BP and the guy's name was Dave and it was really Dan and he's saying it here and he's messing around with mac and other people like his father getting arrested tons of people figured it out he's got this real simple analogy stuff and they're going after him for it and his stuff's coming out everywhere as simple little boy stuff that's dangerous so he saw what you did up there at Walmart and we saw that they actually have no trespass orders on you and if you show up there as an employee you're going to be arrested by security until the cops come. And you're a little Weiner and you should shoot yourself and you do. This is a shower and it's not the one that was at hopkinton State Park and it's similar it was in a trailer park or campground you tried to corn him in there corner him in there and he walked around you and and left he has bathing suit on and you're so mad you started shouting things out the door so our son went to security and they kicked you out he said he's doing lewd things in the bathroom and they went in and they found him screaming and yelling now this is a recurring problem so I'm going to go after your people in order to cut You down and you're fighting on New Zealand and you don't consider yourself to be your father's race and you're trying to use VGA against him and you've been doing it the whole time today is your day Dan we're going to take you down

Thor Freya

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xrmywaifxx · 2 years

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Ahoy once more!! I be here to request Karasuno with s/o or bff who be extremely fidgety (to the point of destroying small items/taking apart items (pens) and putting em back together :p ) - ☁️

wow you’re really active recently cloud anon! I didn’t do the forgotten three sorry ;-; if you want me to do them to you can request them in another request. also sorry this is so short there’s just so many of them

Daichi

he tries to get you to stop

(you have destroyed so many of his pencils I swear-)

he will help you talk about your issues instead of fidgeting

Sugawara

I hc that he is also a huge fidgeter

so you guys destroy stuff together :D

a moment of silence for all the pens that were lost. rip the pens

Asahi

he likes to talk to you about each other’s feelings so because of him you haven’t fidgeted as much

but sometimes you do get nervous and destroy some stuff

then he is supportive and helps you through whatever is going on

Nishinoya

he doesn’t mind the fidgeting, that is, until you start hurting yourself

you would be fidgeting with your lips so much that you’d tear them open and he didn’t like that

so he goes out and buys you fidget toys to use instead

Tanaka

he would hold your hands whenever you get too fidgety

and surprisingly enough it works

he will always have an endless supply of pens tho if you want those instead

Kageyama

he lets you play with his hair if your hands are a bit restless

but if you’re in public he will rest the back of his hand on your knee so you can fidget with his fingers

he lets you destroy all of his pens and pencils

Hinata

he loves when you are fidgety because that means you can play with his hair

he also buys you all these really cool and intricate fidget toys, some even have your name on them

he will let you fidget with his pencils/pencil case if you are at school

Tsukishima

he acts like he finds it annoying but he actually finds it kinda cute

he likes when you play with his hands, so he uses that as an excuse to get you to do it

he will buy you fidget toys because he gets kind of annoyed when you destroy his pens and pencils

Yamaguchi

he makes you the coolest fidget toys

he also encouraged you to take up a hobby that will help when your hands are restless

he will let you play with any of his things too, pens, pencils, bags, keychains, you name it

nishinoya’s part was totally self indulgent because I do that-

my reqs are open

#Daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #asahi x reader #nishinoya x reader #tanaka x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #tsukishima x reader #yamaguchi x reader #haikyuu fluff #karasuno hc #urmywaifuu

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nemeseos-noctua · 3 years

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Here's the other: How'd they react to their S/O who cherishes their gift given by their beloved so much, that one day the gift was destroyed by a hilichurl and they went so livid they practically fought the creatures to death and threw them to a lake somewhere, and sulked the whole how they don't deserve them anymore cuz of how careless they were. For Razor, Albedo and Xiao 👉👈

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: razor, albedo, xiao (separate) x gn!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: not proofread, mc is referenced as an alchemist/adventurer in albedo’s, one swear word in xiao’s

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: im EMBARRASSED at how long this is and how MEANINGLESS THE WRITING IS IM SO SORRY

he made you a paw-shaped clay sculpture!

it was cute and small, fitting right into the palm of your hands

to others—it may look like some worn-down toy, but to you, it was a good luck charm from the ever-cute razor

but perhaps, it wasn’t quite the clay-shape that you held close to your heart... no, it was the strenuous effort razor put into sculpting the paw

you remember it vividly. how the boy would dig his hands into mud and sit under the burning sun, carving the dirt with his bare fingers as he hid the gift from your sight

so when a good-for-nothing hilichurl decides razor’s paw-shape charm was a nice pebble for hot potato... boy were you livid

Patting the ground beside you, [e/c] eyes widened upon the feeling of nothing but grass.

What...? Peering over, you stared blankly at the empty space, comical arrows pointing at the now-gone charm you had received from Razor. Just where was it? You swore it was right beside you...

And as if Barbatos were laughing at you, the wind blew, burning your eyes as the sight of mitachurls and hilichurls danced around the fire in the distance, tossing what looked like a rock into the air.

Ah.

You blinked.

That was the charm Razor made.

first of all... how did the hilichurl get it? the charm was literally right beside you!

agh, whatever.

you’ll just retrieve it. easy, right?

no.

first of all, your power would literally turn the lush grass into a desolate canyon (not really). second of all, you’d probably end up destroying the paw in your rampage

hah...

—if the hilichurl didn’t destroy it first

Materializing your weapon, you couldn’t help but hope that the paw had miraculously survived the impact of a hilichurl throwing it against the floor.

Hah, what were you thinking? Of course it didn’t... physics just didn’t allow it.

But you know what physics did allow? Why, beating these enemies to a pulp, of course!

once you floored the hilichurls, you quickly scrambled as to look for signs of the paw anywhere

berating yourself as to how utterly foolish you were for letting it go and leaving it unguarded in the first place, you stared in defeat at the sight of crumbled clay and hardened dirt in the grass of the hilichurl camp

why? why were you so careless? seriously, how did this happen? if you had just kept it in your backpack like a regular person, razor’s hard-earned hours and craft would still be as grand as ever-

“[y/n]?”

Blinking, you hadn’t realized you had been sulking in the midst of this hilichurl camp. [E/C] eyes lifted up, widening once they had landed on none other than Razor, his crimson eyes like the agates that littered Dragonspine, his hair as grey as stormclouds.

“Ah... Razor...” You smiled in exasperation, staring at anywhere but said boy. How could you face him after watching his clay paw get destroyed by some measly hilichurls?

“Are you okay?” He asked, glancing around at the scene before him. The grass wilted, the camp that he remembered being obnoxiously loud and disturbing was silent and empty.

“Yeah, no biggie,” Waving off his concern, you began to walk away, your heart sinking with each step.

First, you let his gift get destroyed. Second, you walk away from him.

You were such a terrible partn—

“[Y/N]?” Razor’s voice cut through the air, a tension you had created solely on the thoughts of your own mind. Gripping your wrist with a tender touch, you didn’t fail to notice the way his eyes drooped down ever so slightly.

“Did I... make lupical mad?”

Gulping, you quickly waved your hands in front of your face, eyes widened as you tried to carefully explain the series of events that had just led down to this very moment.

“I—well, you see, your uh, paw-clay-thingy... I was careless and I—“

“Break it while hunting?” Razor answered, tilting his head as his hold merely stayed still, not wavering for a second, as if you were a boar in his hands.

“Ah...”

Razor was much better at observation than you had thought.

“It’s okay. I make more for lupical,” Razor nodded, already beginning to pace over to a pond as he dipped his gloved hands into the water, wafting around for dirt as you rushed up behind him.

“Wait! But I was careless... you don’t need to make ano—“

“It’s for lupical. Lupical close, I give lupical gift that never break.”

Everlasting—that was what he wanted to make.

And a part of you couldn’t help but agree.

albedo, in all of his alchemy prowess, made you an artificial flower

how? don’t ask him. he’ll spew some lengthy thesis and paragraph about the fundamentals, the research, the prototype, the testing, the—

ahem, anyways!

you had never intended to bring it outside. but one day, you had left your camp under the supervision of barbatos (wow go barbatos) and ventured off to fetch some materials

and when you came back? you were met with the sight of hilichurls and slimes raving around your tent

what the—

“I...I’m hallucinating,” You deadpanned, slapping your wrist at the sight of pyro slimes and masked hilichurls dancing around your tent, the inside of your humble abode moving around as if it were possessed.

And the cherry on top? A pyro abyss mage emerged, the flower floating besides it. But oh boy, it was no flower anymore... it was a flaming flower.

At that moment, you were left to ponder. Maybe, just maybe, you kinned a whopperflower at that point. Because oh boy did your temper and sanity explode on those little enemies, the way your blade sunk into their forms—

you were already planning your apology to albedo. he trusted you and loved you enough to make an artificial flower for you... and yet, it so pitifully crumbled at your touch

okay, not quite your touch. but it crumbled at the ugly pyro abyss mage’s touch

so, as any good s/o would do, you sulked while rebuilding your camp. it’s okay. as long as albedo didn’t know his creation was charred, all would be well. besides! he was quite a busy man! chances were low that he’d discover!

busy, he was, observant, he is

perhaps, you should’ve known

“Ah... hi Albedo,” You winced, opening your tent to smile at the alchemist who merely stared at you.

“You were gone for a while. Is everything okay?” He noted, remembering your absence from visiting his own camp at Dragonspine. As an alchemist, he knew what it was like being holed up in a camp. But for two weeks? Even he needed breaks.

“Well, you see... I was out... gathering materials! Yes!” You gave him a weak thumbs-up, wailing internally once his piercing azure eyes trailed around your camp, noting that nothing looked new.

“You don’t need to lie to me, [Y/N]. Is something the matter?”

“I’m sorry!” You cut off, clapping your hands together in a prayer-like position, guilt welling up in the pit of your stomach.

“...Why?”

“Your flower—I left it unsupervised and it was set aflame and I’m so so so sor—“

“Don’t be.”

Mouth dropping, you stared up at the male, an amused expression painting his face like the canvases he dedicated to you.

“At least you were not hurt while it was set aflame. Come, I’ll show you how to make some more,” Opening your tent for you all the way, Albedo held a hand out to you, eyes flickering in mirth.

“And next time, don’t try to run away from your problems.”

“You cheeky littl—“ A blush of both embarrassment and fluster formed on your face, shocked at his sudden remark.

he made you an adepti amulet

enhanced with super-cool-adepti-no-mortal-can-have power, xiao had informed you that all you needed to do was hold up the amulet and it’d scare any kind of enemies away!

cool, right? too bad you left it unattended while fighting the irritable anemo cube! now it’s at the bottom of the sea <3

how did this happen, exactly? well... you see... when wind picks up and becomes strong... light-weight objects will fly up into the air!

and sometimes, those light weight objects will fall into the sea, and sometimes, those objects would be gifts from your adeptus boyfriend who was waiting for you back at wangshu inn—

ahem. anyways. you beat the crap out of the anemo cube (aka, beth. aka, tornado cube. aka, cube waifu)

I should just... not go back to Wangshu Inn today. Haha... I’ll go ask Katheryne for a commission... You nodded, stuffing the turquoise shards of wind into your pockets, your bags filled with mora and enhancement ores being thrown off the side of the cliff.

—Along with the adepti amulet Xiao had made for you.

Seriously... you still had to wonder just how that happened! One second, you were avoiding getting sucked up by the vent of the anemo cube... and the next, your bag was traveling the world!

Can’t have shit in Teyva—

Trekking back to Mondstadt in defeat, you were innocently oblivious to the worry of the Yaksha back in Liyue.

are they okay? do they need help? did they go to dragonspine? all these questions spun around xiao’s head as he watched the moon rise, his mask dissipating into the wind

you told him you’d return tonight... yet you hadn’t. and a part of him had wished you hadn’t left liyue, so he had at least some control over whatever dangers dared to attack you

but, he knew you were strong. why else would he love you, anyway? he does not find appeal in being the savior 24/7

so, he waits. atop the balcony of wangshu inn, across the stars and moon, he prays to his archon, wishing—no, hoping you arrive safely

And—you did. You arrived back at Wangshu Inn.

... Three weeks later.

“You’re late. Very late,” Xiao’s voice blared in your ears, a blessing and a curse all at the same time. You didn’t know how to tell him the amulet was thrown off a cliff—but at the same time, you really wanted to run your fingers through his hair.

“Haha... sorry about that,” You laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of your head as Xiao merely grumbled, appearing before you with a piercing stare.

“Where were you? You did not even send me a letter.”

“I’m sorry... it’s just... eh... well...” You looked away, your heart churning against your ribs as Xiao extended his index finger out, tilting your chin to face him.

“What?” He asked, his tone harsh yet soft, longing yet logical.

“I uh... kind of... lost your adepti amulet... I’m sorry.”

He blinked.

“You waited three weeks to tell me that?” He asked in disbelief, almost in disappointment. Seriously, he was an adeptus! A Yaksha, at that! He could’ve just made another one for you... But nooo... you decided to wait three weeks in the land of the free (America?) and then worry him to death.

“Mortals...” Xiao muttered under his breath, crossing his arms with a huff as he turned his head away, the wind picking up.

“Hey, wait! Aren’t you going to say anything? Like a disappointed lecture or something?”

“No.”

Disappearing, you facepalmed, already pulling out some sweetflowers and milk to whip up some almond tofu.

Damn that adeptus. Who was he to tug your heartstrings like that?

You sighed, sitting beside a cooking pot as lingering yellow eyes watched your form, their irises softening at the sight.

— constellations! 💫

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mae-gi-writes · 3 years

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Once Again (PT.I) | Iwaizumi Hajime (Haikyu!)

ONCE AGAIN : PART ONE

Summary: Iwaizumi’s broken marriage results in his five-year-old son trying to match him up with his primary school teacher, whom he thinks will make a wonderful replacement for a mother.

Genre: fluff, slight angst, f!reader x dad! Iwaizumi

A/N: There will be 2 or 3 parts of this oneshot! Depending on how long I feel like writing. Thanks for checking it out and stopping by! Let’s dive into some Iwa moments :,)

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“What’s your return policy on rings?”

The saleswoman smiles sympathetically behind the counter. That stupid sympathetic smile he’s been getting for weeks on end now. And it never stops; with his co-workers, with his family, his friends...

Iwaizumi’s sick of it. He’s sick of having to prove that he’s doing just fine, thank you very much. When in truth, his heart is constantly being torn apart and stomped upon as is people have nothing better to do than torture him in their free time.

“I’m sorry, but these rings have been brought more than three years ago, and our warrant only lasts for three years,” the saleswoman keeps on talking but it doesn’t matter, for Iwaizumi can already feel the anger slowly creep up through the back of his neck, can already feel the vibrating emotions clogging up his sense of judgement.

His fists clench at his sides upon impulse, the physical pain of his nails driving into his palms enough to remind him to stay cordial. It’s not the woman’s fault, the better part of him chants, it’s not her fault at all.

“Fine,” he manages to grovel out, barely, “thanks anyway.”

He all but storms out of the shop while shoving the rectangular box back in his pant pocket, and though it’s been more than four months since his ugly divorce with the woman he’d hoped to share the rest of his life with, the weight of their promise hangs heavy and hot upon his thigh.

The thing is, Iwaizumi is mad. He is seething. If one were to give him a bat, he’d probably destroy the entire town by himself. Not because she was the one that cheated, not because she was the one going behind his back numerous times a week to seek out her lover when he’d been basically driven mad between Hoisuke’s cries and the stress of call meetings scheduled back to back.

No, he’s angry. Because how the fuck could she do this to Hoisuke? How can she break the child’s heart like that, so ruthlessly, without even thinking twice about the consequences?

Because if there is a victim in all this, then it’s definitely Hoisuke. And not only that, Hoisuke understands that his mother has been acting strange, that she doesn’t return at regular times and that her hugs now smell of cigarette smoke with a bittertaste of alcohol.

Iwaizumi is so caught up in anger that he almost blunders past his battered Hyundai, red and chipping away at the corners. Still, this car holds so many memories, the good and the bad ones.

“Can’t you get a newer car? I thought your company could sponsor you,” the ghost of his wife’s voice echoes through his head, a blatant reminder of all the things she’d found wrong in his life.

“Why?” he’d tilted his head around to fix his gaze on her figure bending over the sink. The TV was playing in the background and he thanked the gods that the morning comics were taking up Hoisuke’s attention, enough to distract him from his parents’ quibbles.

“It’s just--so old and tacky.”

“It still works well, doesn’t it? Why change it now?”

She’d paused, hesitated slightly before blundering on, “It’s embarrassing. My colleagues keep asking if we're poor or something."

"Who cares what your colleagues think?"

Fuck her, Iwaizumi mentally swears as he turns on the ignition. Fuck her and all her needs for a better life. As if the life they had wasn't more than enough. Pulling out into the street to join the incoming traffic, he blinks away the sudden tears accumulating at the corner of his eyes and swears once more, this time aloud, glad that Hoisuke isn't in his presence when he gets in such a foul mood.

Iwaixumi may be angry. He may be filled with pent-up rage from the memory still attached to the day he'd discovered a used condom in their bathroom trash. But that doesn't mean it hurts any less.

That doesn't mean he does not still cry into his pillow over it every night.

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"Please don't forget to do your homework for tomorrow! We'll correct them before moving on to the next chapter," you call out to your students as excited chatter fills the air. Students rise from their seats, some calling you bye and waving as they all file out of the classroom and you can't help the small smile lingering over your lips even though your feet are killing you.

Outside, parents have already lined up to collect their kids, the chatter and bustle of people ebbing away down the corridor as you let out a soft sigh.

"Miss?"

You jolt, not realizing that one of your students stands by the table wringing his hands, "what's wrong Hoisuke? Dad's not here yet?"

He shakes his head, watery eyes blinking up at you as he raises his thumb to his lips. You stand quickly and motion him to come close until he's within reach before your hand smoothes over the back of his head, "it's okay. He's probably stuck in traffic. I'll wait with you."

It's not surprising that parents get tardy once in a while and you're all too accustomed to those slight change in plans. Thankfully, you manage to distract the young boy with some coloured crayons and a piece of paper while you dial for his father's number.

It keeps ringing. No one picks up.

You try once more, one more time after that. But still, nothing. It shifts to voicemail. You decide it's better than nothing, "hi Iwaizumi-san. This is Y/N, Hoisuke's teacher. I was just wondering what time you would be picking up Hoisuke? Please call me as soon as possible. Thank you."

You end the call only to spot Hoisuke's eyes on you, intent and impatient for you to explain, "it's okay," you tell him with a smile, "he'll be here soon. Don't worry. Do you want to keep colouring some more?"

Hoisuke nods, to which your smile widens. It's those special moments, where your shyest students express themselves, that your chest warms with sympathy and affection. You've been there, you know how it feels like not to be heard, and you appreciate every interaction they offer you.

Being a primary school teacher is tough, especially since it wasn't in your original plans. But the satisfaction of bringing up some of the world's future leaders cancelled out all the late nights correcting tests and scrambled weekends trying to finish off as many worksheets as you possibly could for the coming week. You can’t complain, not when you have a decent salary that keeps bread on the table and a roof over your head.

A tug on your sleeve brings you back to Hoisuke looking up at you, a scribbled drawing of what seems to be of him and his dad. You feel yourself chuckling at how he's drawn both their hair in brown spikes, erratically extravagant and yet so close to reality.

"That's really good, Hoisuke!" You beam down at him, "what do you and your dad do on weekends?"

He shrugs shyly, head averted to the side so that there's no need for eye contact. And in the shyest voice he can muster up, he says:

"Daddy brings me...to see Mama," Hoisuke's words are barely above a mumble, "they live in different houses. They can't live together anymore."

Uneasiness squeeses in your stomach, followed by sympathy for this soft-hearted boy. You had overheard some of your colleagues giggling about Hoisuke's dad being attractive and single -- a combo that teachers adore -- but that doesn't mean that the weight of his words don't lay heavy on your own conscience.

"Do you miss your Mama a lot?" You ask him softly. Unconsciously, your hand finds a way to smooth over his head.

The boy doesn't pull away. Instead, he nods, "sometimes. But it is better this way. Daddy smiles more now. And there's no one to shout and make noise."

"Are you happy, Hoisuke? With your dad?"

He nods and to your amazement grins, "daddy is funny. He tells me not to swear but when he burns the food he always swears. And then he says to shush and tells me to close my ears. He also makes me pancakes every Saturday morning before I go see Mama."

Right on cue, a figure bursts through the open classroom door and both your heads snap to see a drenched, older version of Hoisuke who looks like he just finished running a marathon.

"I'm--" he wheezes, causing you to stand in alarm and concern, "I'm sorry I'm--so late--"

"Daddy, you forgot me again!" Comes Hoisuke's statement as you ask Iwaizumi if he's okay. He shakes off your worry with a flick of his hand and a shake of his head, "I'm fine. Sorry-- there's a nasty rain outside--"

"It's okay," you reassure him as Hoisuke practically barrels into his father and almosy knocks him off his feet.

"Sorry Hoisuke," you watch Iwaizumi's hardened features soften ever so slightly as he ruffles his son's hair. Then, looking back up at you as you bring over Hoisuke's backpack, he says, "thank you. For looking after him."

"It's no problem, honestly. We had fun didn't we?" You grin down at your student and are delighted to find Hoisuke grinning back up at you, albeit shyly, "I put his homework in his diary. He'll need to complete it for tomorrow so that he doesn't fall behind in class."

His father nods, "alright. Thanks."

"Daddy, your hair looks atrocious," Hoisuke says, tugging onto his shirt.

"Atrocious huh?" Iwazumi's eyebrow rise, "someone was listening in their English class today."

"Atrocious means that it looks bad. Daddy, your hair looks bad."

"Thanks buddy, I knew that. Now say bye to Miss Y/N."

"Bye bye, miss Y/N," Hoisuke says, wriggling his short arm through the air as you wave back with a giggle. His father nods at you in silent thanks, makes a move to walk out of the class, only to swivel back to you just as you're collecting your bag.

"Uhm," he clears his throat, causing you to jump slightly, "yes?" You blink back at him and try hard not to stare at the way his white shirt clings to his toned chest, translucent from the rain.

"Do you need a ride?"

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You've known Iwaizumi since high school. Having graduated just two years later than he did, his reputation had preceded him throughout the school halls even though you'd never actually had any face to face interaction with the said man. Iwaizumi doesn't know this of course and you are adamant about keeping it a secret. But that plan seems to be unraveling before your very eyes the moment your small talk turns towards your academic history.

"You're from Aoba Johsai?" His surprised glance doesn't escape your notice, especially since that's the most reaction you've gotten out of him.

"Yeah," your eyes stay glued to the row of cars crawling through the motorway, "I remember you went there too, right?"

"How'd you know?"

"You were Aoba's ace volleyball player. Everyone knew who you were."

His silence answers you and for a moment, you fear that you might have offended him. Not that it's something to be offended about.

Before you try to scratch your brain for some kind of response -- any response -- Hoisuke pipes up from the back seat, "Daddy was famous back when he was in high school. He hit the ball like kapow! And jumped so high he can touch the sky."

"Oh? Have you seen him on camera?" You turn slightly, a small smile dangling off your lips at how adorably amazed and excited Hoisuke seems to be.

"Yeah! His spikes are so awesome! It goes pow! And it zooms! Like a cannon ball!"

You burst out laughing, "yes, your father was amazing whenever he was on the court. Every girl in our class had a crush on him."

"What's a crush?"

"Hmm, you know when you really like someone. You like like them, you want to be together with them. Like, girlfriend and boyfriend."

"Oh," Hoisuke draws out, "did you really like daddy too?"

"Yeah I did."

"What?" Iwaizumi almost chokes on his own spit at the same time traffic eases and you're glad for the distraction, for you're certain there's a scattering of colour upon your cheeks.

"Do you really like him now?" Hoisuke persists, undoubtly untouched by the embarrassment taking over his father's features and you swear that more than ever, you want to laugh at how flustered Iwaizumi looks.

You decide to play nice though and instead turn to wink at your student, "that's a secret for me to keep."

You don't have to look twice to know that the man beside you is bursting into hot flames.

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"Did you really like Mama before you started living separately?"

Iwaizumi swears that he's never felt so uncomfortable in his life. Not when he's had to state that he was divorced, not when he had to sign divorce papers half drunk off his ass. Not even when he'd raged after his said ex-wife after finding a tie that wasn't his own in his laundry pile.

Now is probably a good definition of what uncomfortable means.

"You're not gonna let me off the hook are you?" He steals a glance at Hoisuke from over his shoulder while stirring the vegetable curry, "yes, I really liked your mother."

"Did she?"

The word 'yes' almost slips past his mouth. Except, he isn't sure whether that's the truth and decides to shoot back with, "have you finished your homework, Hoisuke? You know it's due tomorrow. Miss Y/N said so."

"Do you really like miss Y/N?"

"What?" Iwaizumi frowns, "well--no. Not like that."

"Why?" His son whines, "I really really like Miss Y/N. She's nice to me and she never shouts. And she bakes good cookies!"

"How'd you know that?" Iwaizumi leans over to taste a bit of the sauce. Not bad, he thinks and mentally pats himself on the back. A few weeks ago, he would've probably burnt the entire house down.

"Because she bakes them every month. Every time we finish a test."

"That's nice of her."

"Yes," there's a pause as the man fishes out a bowl in which to serve the curry, "daddy, what do you do when you really like someone? Do you marry them like you and Mama did?"

"Uh--yeah. Sure."

"Then does that mean I need to marry Miss Y/N if I really like her?"

"Yup."

"Daddy!"

Iwaizumi bursts out laughing. Turning off the stovetop and bringing the bowl over to the dining table, he reaches out to ruffle his son's hair with a grin, "you're the one who has a crush on miss Y/N."

"She's too old for me Daddy," grumbles Hoisuke while scooping out two rice bowls as the pair sit down for dinner, "but she'll be good for you."

"Not that simple, buddy," Iwaizumi says as he dumps two spoonfuls of curry into his son's bowl, before doing the same with his own, "there's a difference between like and love."

A frown falls over his son's face, so like his own that Iwaizumi can't help but chuckle, "what is the difference?"

"Well, when you really like someone, you might want to get to know them better. Or play with them andd shit--stuff like that. When you love someone, it's..." he hesitates, "it's different."

"Why?"

There goes that innocent question that punctures his chesy a little too deeply. The brown-haired man steadies his gaze upon the calendar fixed on the wall opposite him as he answers with:

"When you love someone, you want to live with them. You want to start a family with them. Their happiness," his brown orbs switch back to his son's focused attention, "their happiness is all that matters."

Maybe it's the fact that he's not used to speaking so truthfully about such things. Maybe it's just Hoisuke who suddenly realizes the layers hidden beneath his father's poker-faced exterior. But for a moment, neither of them speak, as if bewitched by a silencing spell if broken by the scraping of cutlery against porcelain.

"Did you love mama?"

Hoisuke's voice is small, fragile. So fragile that Iwaizumi pauses just as his spoon reaches his mouth, glancing over at his boy. His beautiful boy.

"Yeah."

Another short pause. "Did she love me?"

"Of course she did," Iwaizumi's face softens. To be honest, Hoisuke hadn't showed any kind of restraint during the entire divorce procedure, had merely accepted things as they had unfolded before his very eyes. But sometimes, Iwaizumi fears his son might be keeping more from him than he lets on.

He ressembles his mother a lot in that sense.

"Then," wet coffee-coloured eyes blink up at him, lips trembling with a hoarse whisper, "why'd she leave?"

Before his father can say anything, the young boy bursts into tears.

Iwaizumi rushes over, clasping Hoisuke in his embrace as the child buries his face into his neck and cries and cries and cries. His little heart beats like wild horses and with every sob echoing through hid body, Iwaizumi feels his own heart break over and over again. One of his hands rub comforting circles of Hoisuke's back, while the other smoothes over the back of his head as he murmurs soft nothings in hopes that it will calm down the young child.

"I want--" Hoisuke's voice is thick with tears, "I want Mama--"

"Shh, hey it's okay," Iwaizumi murmurs out, "s'alright kiddo. I got you."

Hoisuke falls asleep eventually, the soft sniffles dying out into even breaths as he slumps against his father’s shoulder, probably tired out from his earlier emotions. Iwaizumi takes this as his chance to tuck the boy into bed, glad that he’d listened to the small subconscious in his head telling him that Hoisuke would be falling asleep sooner rather than latter.

As he smoothes over his son’s hair, a part of him wonders how much Hoisuke is still silently hurting from his mother’s departure. He can’t imagine it; suddenly changing lives like you’ve merely changed your bed sheets and Iwaizumi had been so caught up in his own heartbreak, in his own bout of silent rage, that he’d forgotten that along the way, Hoisuke was also a victim to their endless fighting, the cold war that had broken his family apart.

He wishes he can take the pain away, ease it somehow. But it’s not that simple. The truth is, no one can actually predict how a heart gets broken, nor when it does. The only evidence are the repurcussions. And it’s only now that Iwaizumi gets to see it truly take its form.

Leaning over to press a soft kiss to Hoisuke’s forehead, Iwaizumi murmurs his silent goodnight before walking out and gently closing the bedroom door behind him.

He leans onto the hard wooden surface and rubs his eyes. It is only upon pulling them away that he takes notice of the family photograph hanging on the opposite wall, frozen smiles wrapped up in lies.

He really needs to take that down.

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 3 years

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You Can Hear It In The Silence

Summary: Sneaking around can be fun, but sometimes the silence is just too quiet, or falling in love with your best friend.

Pairing: Spencer x Fem Reader (SMUT) MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: Smut Minors DNI (It’s smut, nothing kinky but very romantic and soft) oral (both receiving), kissing, lovebites and tame scratching, penetrative sex, unprotected sex in a committed relationship(like last time, let me know if I missed anything)

Author’s Note: Minors please DNI, I have a lot of other fluff pieces that are totally acceptable for you guys to read. I hope that this isn’t too schmaltzy because that just gives me agita. This is based off You are In Love by Taylor Swift and maybe a little bit of Dress

You Can Hear It In The Silence

It’s a blurry line, going from best friends to dating. There’s nothing like playing that dangerous game of stolen glances and surreptitious touches in a dark room. Eyes ranking over figures decked out in soft cardigans and tweed blazers or black dress pants and silk blouses, desperately wanting to see more, touch more, taste more. The senses could only sated for so long before the desire for more bubbles to the surface.

Across the table, Spencer watches as Y/N sips the red wine JJ brought over. It’s hard to not watch her; to not completely hone in on the way her eyes are light with laughter, or the way her hair cascades down her shoulder, blending into the dark green color of her dress. Spencer kills himself trying to not look at her because he knows if he does, he’s done. Or rather, he knows that if he lets himself love her openly, he’ll only end up hurting themselves. So, he sits there, in Derek’s backyard trying to pretend that he’s not staring at Y/N. The only thought that comforts him is holding on to the idea that Y/N is doing the same thing. He supposes that’s what happens to relationships that blossom from the shadows of secrecy. In their attempts to not hurt others, they end up almost destroying themselves.

He decides to pretend to find Garica’s cuckoo clock fascinating. He stares at the wacky colored birds and swinging arms entirely too long. In the corner of his eye Spencer watches the next couple of moments unfold. JJ and Garcia drunkenly bounce over to Y/N; they put their arms around her in a fit of giggles and smiles. Garcia’s arm extends around JJ’s neck and she lets out a loud announcement for a “Selfie” or rather what Spencer can only assume is a photograph of the three of them. The phone, even though Spencer does have some disdain for the invention, sure does serve its purpose. In all the light rays bouncing around and the blinding flash, pure magic happens. Spencer is aware that it makes him sound like a total sap, but he’s jealous of the phone. He’s jealous that his eidetic memory may only allow him to remember the Y/N’s notes in the margins of her case file or the annual “Happy Birthday, Genius” on a Hallmark card once a year. What he would give to just be able to capture her in the light of company, not hanging on to fleeting memories in the shadows.

Lost in his thoughts, Spencer does not notice an unusually drunk Unit Chief wandering over to the empty chair next to him. All of his awkwardness, Spencer is not sure if he should acknowledge his drunken boss or stop staring at his secret girlfriend. It’s at time like these that Spencer resorts to reciting Crime and Punishment or 100 Years of Solitude either seem ironically appropriate.

“Reid,” Hotch says, leans in close, far too close for the usual uptight and business-like Aaron Hotchner that Spencer has grown to know.

“Hotch?” Spencer answers, his voice laced with trepidation and anxiety.

“You gotta stop staring at Y/L/N. You’re gonna rat on yourselves if you don’t stop staring at her like that,” Hotch tells him, his breath might smell like whiskey, but his eyes tell Spencer that he’s a lot more sober than he seems.

“Like what?” Spencer counters, choosing to play dumb at best as he could, or at least just slightly clueless.

“That doesn’t work on me, Reid. You should stop looking at her like you love her,”

Spencer looks at his boss, at Y/N, and back at his drink. Was he seriously that transparent?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Hotch. Y/N and I are-”

“Spence! Spencer!,” Y/N shouts as she practically runs over to where Spencer sits with Hotch, watching the rest of the team.

It’s like Hotch isn’t even there anymore, it’s like no one is even there. God, it might sound sappy, but Spencer doesn’t care anymore. It’s going to kill him playing it like he doesn’t care about Y/N, especially considering he’s doing a mediocre job.

“I have a really bad headache, Spence. And I need you to take me home,” Y/N asks him, and Spencer notices an eager glint in her eyes that tells him all he needs to know.

“Keep this between us please, Hotch? Just until we figure it out,” Spencer almost pleads to Hotch who answers with a dismissive wave. He leaves them there to figure out their plans to sneak out of Garcia’s undetected.

“Hotch knows? Of course you know,” Y/N says with a roll of her eyes and a quick wink at Spencer, whose growing embarrassment from the situation is only second to his excitement at the night to come.

“Spence, go say goodbye for me? I’m going to head to your car. You really gotta sell that I’m feeling sick,” Y/N tells him, standing a little too close and dipping her hand a little too low on Spencer’s waist for this to be a friendly gesture to any of their friends that might pass by. She takes a peak around the room and reaches her hand into Spencer’s pocket. He gives her a startled glance, but they both know that the thrill of sneaking around like this is kind of worth it.

As Y/N ducks out of the room, Spencer makes his way to where Emily, JJ, Garcia, and Derek sit at the kitchen table taking shots of a clear liquid Spencer thinks is tequila. Great, Spencer thinks. Him and his secret girlfriend, who as far as the team knows is his best friend, have to sneak out of Garica’s place in front of a pile of loud drunks. Spencer feels his phone buzz, altering him that there is a very impatient Y/N waiting in the car for him

“Uh, Garcia, Y/N’s got a really bad headache. I think it’s an onset of one of her migraines that she gets from red wine,” Spencer lies through his teeth, completely terrified from the way Emily glares at him. It’s like she can see right through him.

“So you’re taking her home?” Derek asks, speeding along the process and for that Spencer considers himself forever grateful.

“Yeah, you know we are neighbors after all,” Spencer reasons.

The awkward silence in the kitchen is only interrupted by JJ’s quiet humming to the song that plays in the background. Derek and Emily share a knowing glance as Penelope starts pouring the next round of shots.

“I’ll see you guys on Monday, Y/N is waiting for me in the car,” Spencer says without a further glance to his very perceptive colleagues.

“You go take care of Y/N, Pretty Boy!” Derek yells as Spencer walks out of the apartment, slamming the door behind him, perhaps a little too eagerly.

When Spencer gets to his car, he stops himself before opening the door. In the light from the lamppost, Spencer can see his reflection in the back window of his car. He runs a hand through his hair and attempts to fix the crookedness of his tie. Smiling to himself, Spencer gets into the driver’s seat of his car and is greeted by Y/N, who even in the dark makes him feel alive.

“Hey,” he offers nervously. Even though they’ve been together loads of times, there is a tingle of intimidation that settles in his heart everytime she looks at him.

Never the one to shy down from a confrontation, Y/N leans in and places her hand gracefully on Spencer’s neck and her face looms close to his ear. Her voice is low and seductive and Spencer swears he can feel himself melt at the feeling of her being this close and him able to touch her. He brings his hands up to rest, one on her upper thigh, placed bravely under the slip of her silk dress, and the other draws circles around her elbow..

“Spencer, I need you to drive us home,” Y/N tells him a voice that Spencer knows he could never deny.

He doesn’t answer her, because the silence speaks for itself. They can hear all they need to know in the silence. The quiet way that their bodies seem to just gravitate to each other. Spencer’s hand cups Y/N’s thigh and her fingers graze the back of Spencer’s neck. It’s those quiet touches that tell the other what they are too afraid to say aloud.

The quietness settles between them even as they pull into the parking spot. It’s like they’re dance partners, completely a routine of sneaking in the shadows effortlessly. Or like they’re actors in a play, pretending that they’re not dying to play the role in reality. It’s a dangerous game that they play. But all of that is forgotten, pushed to the side as Spencer opens the door and the curtain rises.

Y/N initiates the kiss, pushing Spencer down on the couch. She straddles his waist, her silky green dress spills over her thighs and Spencer is in awe of how the color contrasts against her bare skin. He’s not an artist, but looking at her he’s sure he has laid his eyes on the most beautiful being he’s ever seen. He might not believe in magic, it’s all just science and mind tricks, but he’s nothing but transfixed at the women sitting in his lap.

“Spencer, please get these clothes off,” Y/N commands in a voice that gives away how badly she wants him.

“Wait your turn, Y/N” Spencer says in a teasing tone that brings out Y/N’s sly smile.

“Then do something!” Y/N shouts, getting even more impatient than she was in the car.

“You’re so beautiful like this, I-I mean you’re always so beautiful, but you’re just so-” Spencer stammers over his words, and the only thing he’s sure of is that his insecurity is the biggest turn off. But Y/N continues to surprise him each and everyday, and tonight is no less.

“Slow down, baby. It’s just me. There’s no need to go so fast right now. We have all night,” Y/N soothes, craning down her neck to plant wet kisses down Spencer’s neck. She’s probably leaving marks, Spencer thinks, but his desire to be seen as her’s outweighs the teasing from Morgan on Monday.

The fact that it’s Y/N perched in his lap, kissing down his neck and wiggling around in a way that she can feel everything does nothing to fend off the adrenaline that Spencer’s high off of.

“I need to see your face,” Spencer says holding her by the shoulders. He reaches around her as she leans back to unzip her dress. She stands so it falls to the ground in a pool of dark green fabric. Her body is out in the open to him and Spencer’s flushed face must be on fire by now.

“I need to see your face, Spencer,” Y/N says in a way that Spencer knows that he can’t disobey.

There’s that silence again. That loud silence, filled with lines of unsaid love poems and quiet love songs. The silence that says the perfect things that Y/N deserves to hear, but Spencer is too scared to say. Three months too soon to say, I love you, Spencer tells himself. His mind spins so fast that he feels guilty for neglecting the naked woman standing before him.

“If you’re gonna fuck me Spence, we’re gonna do it in a bed. I love you and all but this couch is not going to handle me when I get a hold of you,” Y/N says as she runs off into his bedroom, leaving Spencer dumbfounded in her wake.

Spencer swallows down his fears and anxieties. He sheds his clothes off during his walk to the bedroom. Y/N lies down on his bed and Spencer won’t let the silence speak for him this time.

“How are you this perfect, Y/N?” Spencer asks as he crawls in between Y/N’s legs. He rests his hands on her upper thighs and looks at her like expects her to answer his question. Spencer dips his fingers down to the place Y/N wants him the most. In the low light from Spencer’s lamp he can see how his fingers glisten.

“You took too long at Penny’s Spence, I had to start without you,” Y/N explains, a slight flush to her cheeks reminds Spencer that she too is just as affected by him as he is by her.

“You touched yourself in my car?” Spencer asks pressing a firm kiss on each side of Y/N hip bones. He dances his long fingers up to her stomach, where her own hands sit as if she’s shielding this part from him.

“Yeah,” Y/N tells him, slightly breathless from the small kisses Spencer places on her stomach and back down to the softest part of her inner thighs. He tells himself that he’s got to slow himself down before he loses it at the site Y/N wriggling and moaning at his smallest touches.

“I left you a present in your glove compartment, Spence,”

“Huh, who knew I had such a naughty girl,” Spencer says with an unfamiliar bravery in his voice. Unsurprisingly, Y/N picks up on this and decides to see how far she can take it.

“I have needs, Spencer. Do you think you can take care of them?”

Spencer doesn’t respond, but ducks his head down to drag his tongue across her clit, feeling how wet she is. He refuses to break eye contact and realizes how obsessed he would get if she’d let him do this for the rest of his life. Spencer’s eyes carefully watch how Y/N’s facial expressions morph in intense pleasure. It’s like a science experiment. When he plunges his tongue into her, she closes her eyes. But when he blows softly on her inner thighs then leaves hot, wet kisses her fingers come up to latch onto his scalp. He peers at her and waits for the way she moans when he slips one, then two fingers in her. He curls them up in such a way that he knows drives her crazy.

“Oh my God, Spencer! Please,” Y/N cries, twisting in the sheets. He continues at the pace he’s set, chasing the blissful feeling of her coming undone because of him. The moments leading up to her release, Y/N tears her hand away from Spencer’s head and connects her palm into his. Holding her hand, Spencer whispers praises and presses small kisses into her pussy.

“Come here and kiss me now, baby. I need you,” Y/N whispers, grasping onto whatever parts of Spencer she could touch. Her fingers move to cup his face and she holds him like he’s made of glass. In between the soft sheets and even softer touches, Spencer knows what it’s like to feel precious. Y/N cranes her head forward to attack Spencer’s neck with kisses. She relishes in the soft and supple skin of his neck. Once again, Spencer finds himself not caring that she’s going to leave marks.

“How are you this perfect, Spencer?” Y/N asks Spencer, who for the first time in his life does not have an answer for a question.

He closes his and lets himself float around in the fuzzy feeling in his brain. All he can focus on is Y/N’s mouth. The way her praises make him believe in forever and the way her kisses litter his cheeks, eyes, chest.

“You’re the perfect one, Y/N. I don’t even compare,” Spencer says as he watches Y/N twist underneath him and somehow maneuver herself so he lies beneath her.

“None of that, Spencer” She tells him sharply. Y/N drags her nails down Spencer’s chest, not leaving scratches, just light discoloration. Her head and mouth is dangerously close to where his hardened cock lays leaking between his legs.

She grasps around the base and just gingerly touches him that Spencer is sure he’s going to be blinded from the pleasure. Suddenly he feels almost self conscious. His anxiety is not unknown to Y/N, who lays a comforting hand in his, mirroring her earlier motion.

“You don’t have to Y/N. I mean if you don’t want to. I don’t want you to think just because I’m your boyfriend and I did it for you-” Spencer rushes out, terrified of what Y/N’s reaction will be.

“Look at me, Spencer. Do you want me to suck your cock, baby? Look at me,” Y/N says in a voice that Spencer doesn’t recognize and doesn’t dare ignore.

“Yes,” he breathes out, his voice shakes as he feels Y/N’s mouth take in his tip. He hisses at the sensation. The smallest movements set him on fire. Spencer’s large hands come up to hover over Y/N’s shoulder blades.

“Don’t be quiet, baby. I want to hear you,” Y/N says before she deepens her hold of. She releases him to glide her younger down the side, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure in Spencer’s entire being.

“You like that, Spencer. You like my mouth on your cock, baby?” Y/N eggs him on.

Even though he’s lost the ability to speak, Spencer’s moans bounce around the room. He knows he’s a whimpering mess below Y/N, but he’s chasing the feeling of release shamelessly.

“Y/N, Y/N. Baby, you gotta stop. Or I’m gonna cum right now,” Spencer chants, tightening his grip on Y/N’s hand. He forces himself to calm down to focus on Y/N, but it’s a little difficult when all Y/N is focusing on him.

Spencer sat up, his back against the headboard, and he pulled Y/N forward so she rested in his lap. She grins up at him, and Spencer can feel his heart squeeze at the look. She’s going to be the death of him, but at least he’ll die a happy man.

Much to Y/N’s pleasure, Spencer lets out a lewd moan as she grinds down, pressing her wet pussy to his throbbing cock. He feels a little ridiculous getting so worked up and she’s not even inside him yet.

“Please, Y/N. I need you, I’m not going to last long,” Spencer utters. He says her name like a prayer, it’s a hymn to her ears.

“I got you, Spence,” she tells him, sheathing his length into her.

Spencer pulls Y/N in closer so that their chests are flush together. Among the chorus of moans and mumbles of praise, Spencer reaches down to hold Y/N’s hand. He’s not a believer in soulmates. He was sure that he’d never find his match. Never find the one person who’d share his dreams and become his dream. But sitting there, Spencer cannot deny that he’s tethered to Y/N. Their hands link together and mouths refuse to let go, searching for any exposed skin.

“Spencer,” Y/N groans, leaning her forehead into his. She looks into his eyes and Spencer dares to wonder if her eyes are glassy because of him. It’s magic how someone like her can make a believer, a dreamer out of a man afraid of living.

Spencer closes his eyes in pure ecstasy. Y/N sucks along the tender skin of his chest, causing him to flush at her ministrations. He can feel her tighten inside him, so he snakes his fingers down to stroke her clit, exciting moans and more fervent kisses along his chest and up to his ear.

“Just like that, Spence. You’re so perfect my sweet boy,”

“Y/N, cum on me, cum on me baby,” Spencer cries, finally able to let go as he feels himself come undone underneath Y/N.

Spencer’s whimpers and constant moans set Y/N over the edge. She mewled into Spencer’s shoulder, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin. As her orgasm rakes over her body, Y/N tugs on Spencer’s hair, suddenly quite happy he’s keeping it almost shoulder length.

Both of them feel their bodies come back to life, their breathing steadies and their hearts seem to beat a little bit slower. Gone were the array of moans. Gone was the burning desire to chase their release. Gone was the sound of praise. All that stands between Spencer and Y/N is the silence. The silence that says quite enough for them.

The silence that’s braver than Spencer.

He’s quiet as Y/N flops to his side, entirely spent and tired from the company of friends and strenuous activities that just transpired.

“I know what you’re thinking, Spence” She offers, turning to her side to look at him. He gives her a straight faced smile, unsure of how to approach the subject. He knows that she knows what he’s thinking about, sometimes even before he’s thinking about it.

“I meant it, Spencer. I really do love you,” Y/N professes, finally breaking the silence. Spencer swallows as his eyes scan the girl before him.

“You’re my best friend, Y/N,” Spencer says quietly, and suddenly realizes that it’s probably not what a girl who just confessed her love for you wants to hear. But he knows that Y/N understands-- she understands him.

“What I mean is, I want midnight coffee nights with you. I want small talk and deep conversations and everything in between,” Spencer says quickly. “I want you in secret Y/N, but I want you in public too,”

Spencer watches his confession settle into Y/N’s face. He’s scared for the rejection, for the daylight to break on his dream.

“I’ve waited for you to say that for so long, Spence,” She says, leaning in to close the gap between their naked bodies. Spencer pulls her in to rest his chin on top of Y/N’s head. It’s comforting being there, feeling her heartbeat in the tune of his own. He feels safe, wrapped up around in Y/N.

They’re sweaty and smell like sex, but Spencer doesn’t care. His hair is messy and he’s exhausted, but Spencer doesn’t care. His neck and chest are littered with lovebites and marks, but Spencer doesn’t care. After months of running around in the shadows, months of letting the unsaid say what he desperately wants to say, months of being patient but dying with anticipation, Spencer doesn’t care. Spencer doesn’t care because on Monday morning, Y/N won’t drop his hand when they walk into the bullpen.

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Harry Holland - Polaroids

A/N & WC - I do not know Harry or the other people mentioned in this fic, nor do I claim to; this is a work of fiction. 3.9k.

Warnings - Swearing, mention of food, smut: depictions of oral (m+f rec), penetrative sex, use of toys, bondage & bdsm, photos being taken in the act, mild exhibitionism and definite voyeurism (not Harry or reader) 18+.

Summary - You and Harry have an exciting intimate life to say the least, and he rather enjoys taking photos of the two of you in compromising positions. However, in his sex-addled mind, one vital fact is let slip when he allows Sam into his room unsupervised.

“BUD, WHERE ARE THOSE PHOTOS you took of my food the other day?” Sam asks.

The sizzling of pancakes overlaps the conversation, and you mussing up Harry’s hair distracts him, his attention drawn to more important matters than his brother. Harry barely swallows his giant mouthful of food before speaking.

“By my bed there’s a huge pile, they’ll be somewhere,” he answers flippantly.

Flippantly.

Usually so cautious and so organised Harry lets one thing slip his mind for five seconds, and his life is going to fall through the cracks. His reputation will be utterly destroyed. Just with his brother, but it still stands. Sam is… more innocent than Harry has ever been. And Sam will also tell the others, and likely their friends…

“Remembered something, baby?” you muse sardonically from beside him, your hand halting its movements as you cup his jaw, turning him to face you.

The second his green eyes meet yours, you watch the world crumble in his eyes. You’ve never seen him scramble up from his seat so quickly. His bare feet slap on the tiled floor violently, thudding sounds echoing through the house as he blunders around, swinging around the banister with the force and elegance of an elephant.

“Sam! FUCK— Wait!”

“Don’t look in that pile of photos,” you add in a feeble shout.

It’s not like what Sam’ll find there is any secret. You’ve been together a long time, you and Harry, and everyone knows full well that you’re shagging, but that doesn’t mean you necessarily want them to know exactly what happens in the bedroom, in your most intimate, secret moments together. That’s sacred, even if it seems like sacrilege to so many.

No matter how quickly you hear Harry legging it upstairs, his lean legs carrying him up the stairs perhaps three at a time, his curly hair even more unruly than before from the exertion, you know he won’t be fast enough, and that Sam is an insolent bastard when he wants to be. You’ve lived with them all long enough and have had more than your fair share of near misses: no chance will you not be found out, this time you’ll be caught. Better than the alternative and the other times, you suppose, as you cram one more syrup-drizzled and strawberry-covered pancake into your gob, reluctantly trudging your way upstairs to the hive of fun.

It’s chaos by the time you get there. Dozens of artfully-taken photos spilled out onto your duvet, Harry’s freckled face paler than you’ve ever seen it, his hands tugging at his pyjama shirt convulsively while Sam stands on the other side of the room, his dark eyes wide, his expression agog, his jaw unhinged, staring blankly and pointing at whatever the most incriminating thing is he sees next. You just hope he doesn’t go ferreting through your drawers, because then you’ll really be in trouble.

“What… the fuck.”

You come up to Harry’s side, and wrap an arm around his slim waist, lending a weak, “Surprise?”

It’s their fault if they haven’t guessed, frankly.

You can’t draw your eyes away from the pictures, so many of them, all displaying different aspects of your sex life at varying degrees of explicitness. You can even recount the minutes and hours of pleasure that led to the photos, each occasion etched into your mind. Sure, you and Harry go at it a lot, but you don’t always go the extra mile, hence why these commemorative photos of your special nights are so treasured. And private. Or, were.

The first one… oh boy, that takes you back to the most far-out, extreme experiment you tried—the most recent, as well: just this past weekend. You’re still covered in rope burn from it, though that could’ve been prevented if you hadn’t writhed or wriggled about so much while in those bonds. The amount of attempts it took, the sheer number of YouTube tutorials you had to watch, but it was definitely worth it. The intricate patterns the ropes formed all across your body, creating braids down your back, suspending you prone with little movement in your arms or legs. It was heaven to have Harry tugging on the ropes, contorting you into new and wonderful positions for his own delightful access to all of you. Perhaps it’s not something you’ll gravitate towards again, but it was fun while it lasted, and it’s another thing to tick off your list of fun, kinky bedroom experiments to try. To be fair, even though the swathes of soft, rose-coloured rope, intricately woven around you were a lot, you certainly wouldn’t be averse to trying something else with rope. Less shibari, perhaps just normal levels of bondage. You can feel the skin on your arms prickling with heat: Harry feels it too, winding his fingers into yours, holding on tight as he struggles to suppress a smirk.

The next set is interesting, and rather common. Harry’s freckled, ring-less hand is unmistakable in the dappled light as it grapples with the handle of a leather whip, or a paddle, even his belt, bringing them down harshly onto your ass cheeks, already reddened with hand prints, purple from bruises. In one of them, your skin is even glistening with his release, and another, your hands are suspended behind your back. Harry’s always been one for spanking, and the rest of them know it. Even before you were sleeping together he’d playfully smacked your bum, and he certainly hasn’t stopped even with the sexual connotations it now conveys between the two of you. As though he can read your mind, he snakes a hand down and pats you on the bum; his wink telling you it’s just for good measure. Cheeky shit.

One in the dead centre brings shivers throughout your body. Not because it wasn’t fun or pleasurable, but because of the way it made you feel afterwards. Yes, you’d talked through it in thorough details—as with everything the two of you do—how it made you feel going in, throughout, and you’d got a safe word sorted, but perhaps you hadn’t discussed all the long term risks of it. The pretty pink collar, the satin blindfold… The whole subservient thing is a big turn on for Harry, and you played into it, you always do and you naturally fall into a position of less power in your relationship because of the way you are, but being degraded in such a way isn’t for you. You can’t help but feel a sting of shame ricochet through your heart. Harry must feel it this considering how reactive he is: he leaps towards the bed and snatches it up, shredding it before your eyes, chucking it into the bin, and curling another protective arm around you.

“Look,” you whisper to Harry, turning his attention elsewhere as you point to the bottom few: your favourite photos of all.

Despite the disarray, they’re all together, and they remind you of an incredible night. Your anniversary, and what a special day it was. Butterflies swarm you at the sight of them again, but it feels strange for someone else to be looking at them. Not that you or Harry are exactly in a fit state to be proactive about preventative measures now Sam’s seen them all. His eyes bulge from his face, his mouth going dry as he swallows viciously, suddenly having to shift his already apparently tight shorts. Again.

“You’re so sexy in those, baby,” purrs Harry.

He’s damn right, you do look incredibly sexy. And though the first one in the chronological series is you mostly covered, you can remember how hard his dick was at the sight alone, salivating, clenching his fists to stop from ripping the lingerie from you piece by piece. You wanted to put on a show for him that day: who was he to deny you?

On top of your bra, panties and stockings was a nightgown, and above that, a dressing gown. Each image shows you in a further state of undress. It was a deep burgundy lace set of negligée with soft satin straps that pushed your boobs together, lifting them up, the lace hooked together with a single eyelet on your spine, whereas the panties, though half covering your cheeks with dustings of lace, hid nothing while they sat high on your hips, revealing your entire upper thigh where a matching satin garter sat with tiny lace bows. The entire thing cost a fortune. You forked out a damn arm and a leg for what you got, even with a discount included with a certain toy you bought.

First went the dressing gown, letting it fall from your shoulders, allowing it to pool around your feet as you showed off the skimpiness of the silk slip in a series of flourishing twirls, much to Harry’s delight. Next went the slip, and you honestly wish you’d taken a picture of his face utterly agog—as you stood there in stockings held up by garters, barely there panties and a push up bra. There’s one shot of his rough fingertips playing with the trim of the stockings delightedly, like a kid in a candy shop. Next went the feeble scrap of fabric that you dared to call a bra, barely covering your nipples, allowing your breasts free, spilling into Harry’s awaiting hand. You remember the next part vividly, because he was just about to peel the panties off when you laid a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, babe.” you cooed.

His twinkling eyes grew as wide as saucers, and you dared to card your fingers through his curls as you settled yourself over his lap, letting him keep his camera in one hand while leading the other down, down, a little further…

He’s never since made a sound quite like it, so visceral and animalistic, so ready to devour you, to come on sight. He’s never been as hard as he was in that instance.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he moaned, a deep groan released from him the second his fingers slipped through your folds to find dripping arousal all ready for him. “Just—wait a minute…”

You followed his every instruction for the next few moments, finding yourself standing up in a good lighting position, Harry strategically beneath you as he snapped a particularly incriminating (yet oh so sexy shot) of your bare pussy in crotchless panties. Harry’s never recovered. He’s already openly admitted that he uses those particular photos more than any others to get himself off whenever you’re away from him. However, the creases and folded corners of one particular photo can’t be blamed on him, since that’s the one you use when you're away, two of his fingers plunged knuckle-deep inside you in those exact panties, from that exact angle, desperately trying to replicate the irreplaceably pleasurable feeling of him within you. He took a good few more than had to be thrown away. Spillages are awfully unfortunate… He fucked you that night with the panties, stockings and garters still on. Twice. Then without the panties, then without the stockings, then nude at last at some ungodly hour of the morning when he took you at last as the sun rose. You didn’t sleep a wink.

There are more of you with lingerie on, nightgowns and matching sets, scraps of silk and strange one pieces that took you hours to get on, but they’re bound to make a sort of book, stowed away neatly (mercifully) beneath his bed.

Sam still hasn’t moved from his state of paralysed shock, and though you should probably clear the photos up from where they’re dumped, you feel a filthy swelling pride within your chest, a glean of risk as you watch Sam rove his eyes over some more, these all involving toys. If only he knew where you hid them. One his eyes focus on is you with a thick purple rubber dildo deep inside you, a rabbit vibrator stuck to your clit. Your body is but a blur, writhing around for Harry, your hands cuffed before you and not released no matter how much you moved. Harry wouldn’t let you stop coming for what felt like hours: it was the first time you squirted for him as a cry tore from your heaving chest, drenching the bed with your fifth orgasm of the night. Harry vowed he’d be the only one to make you squirt after that, no toys involved, and he’s stayed true to his word.

There’s a few more, and Sam seems to be furrowing his thick brows at the sight of the Polaroids. Glass wands, spreader bars, clit suctions (that admittedly look like they’d be used in a spa for a facial). Poor boy is being corrupted...

Good God, you need to get those toys out again.

With his twin's attention diverted, you snake your hand down the front of Baz’s shorts, wrapping your fingers around his already hard member through his boxers: he seems to be enjoying this as much as you are.

You point out one of your favourite pictures, a debauched mess that shouldn’t be viewed by anyone else, frankly. Harry was reluctant about hurting you or pushing you too far, but you begged to be gagged. You meant just by a tie, maybe his bandana—which features in many images in many different manners: as a bind for your hands, tying you to the bed, keeping your ankles together, even wrapped lightly around your neck, but never as a gag—but he went all out. When you got home, he was waiting in his room with a leather-bound ball gag.

“You begged, baby,” he said, and you couldn’t refute. You had begged, but this was above and beyond. You complied with his every wish that night, and though you’d do it again in a heartbeat, Harry wasn’t a fan of not being able to shove his fingers or cock down your throat at any given moment. He liked hearing your whines and moans and hushed curses, prayers of his name. He also liked hearing your bratty, belligerent rebuttals when he took on a dominant role. You enjoyed it more than a little, but only now can you see how much of a mess you were, messy hair and tears spouting from your eyes, drool down your chin...

Given the chance of the slightest spark of stimulation, you’ll be coming on the spot.

There’s a scattered pile of the two of you in just about every position under the sun, every shape in the karma sutra, fucking both inside and out, al fresco sex beneath the big oak in the garden, anyhow, anywhere and everywhere you could fuck safely and privately, you would, and you didn’t even realise Harry had snapped some of these shots after consenting to him taking them at any time. Your eyes squeezed shut as you peaked, Baz’s palm kneading your chest, your skirt hiked up around your stomach while your jaw was agape, your pussy exposed and glistening slick in the mirror, penetrated by Harry’s cock. That was a good day, mirror sex, and definitely something you’ll try again. This time with your own mirror... There are a few snapshots of oral, perfect Polaroids of Harry’s nose nuzzled into your pussy, his tongue deep in your core, his lips on your labia, all of them for your sake whenever he goes away.

“Gonna recreate that one tonight,” Harry husks, pointing towards one image in particular of you sucking him off.

His huge member down your throat, you’d trained yourself to breathe solely through your nose, but the neatly trimmed patch of hair there tickled your nostrils. Harry’s talent for photography reveals your doe eyes were red rimmed, saliva trickling from the corner of your mouth matching the mascara tracks down your cheeks. You’ve never looked so fucked out, and Harry couldn’t believe you remained in that innocent façade, rosy cheeks and a coy expression even with his dick rammed down your throat, making you gag.

However, the one you’d like to recreate is one he picks up on, surreptitiously moving a hand to your chest, his fingers hovering over your peaked nipple.

“Reckon we can go again the second Sam fucks off?”

“Yes,” he eagerly exhales.

You don’t blame him, especially not when both twins are staring at the same image of your tits, pushed together with Harry’s dick between them, fucking your chest despite the fact his come already painted your chest in hot white strips, a beautiful painting you’d always wish to frame. He certainly has an obsession with your boobs so there are a couple like that, his hands all over them, the tip of his member tapping them, but the debauched one is by far your favourite. Similarly, there’s one of you tied to the bed, completely spread eagle, his dick resting on your stomach while your belly is coated in his come once again.

It seems, however, that’s what snagged Sam’s attention and has his face a ghastly shade of grey because it's so pale, is the one photo Harry never wanted anyone to see. You leap and snatch it up in one fell swoop, and Harry draws you into a bear hug within his arms, kissing your temple affectionately in thanks as you stow it away for safekeeping. Though Harry naturally carries the more dominant title in your relationship, you always like to shake things up, hence why this photo (and a series of others he already has hidden) depict Harry as your submissive. You walked around as the picture perfect dominatrix in stilettos, carrying a whip while Harry lay there with his hands bound, a blindfold on in some photos (you took them so they’re not as great, but he still looks damn sexy) with a vibrating cock ring wrapped snugly around his girth. He’s never come so hard or so much after you finally removed it and cuffed his hands to the bedpost and began to ride him. You can still feel the warmth of him climaxing within you if you close your eyes and clench your thighs.

“I promise I’ll touch you later,” boy do you hope he sticks to that promise he whispers while nibbling on your earlobe, “but Sam’s coming out of his daze in 3... 2... 1...”

“OH MY GOD.”

“Okay, I didn’t see that coming,” he remarks breathily, hazel eyes wide as he pivots, met with two incredulous stares. Tom’s cry wakes Sam up right on cue.

“Harry! What the fuck?!” Sam demands, his voice a bellow, horror and disgust and... something unattainable just emanates from him. “Why do you have three porn mags worth of your girlfriend down here? That’s fucked, mate.”

“No it’s not. We just like to have photographic reminders of all our... sexcapades.”

Sam is, unsurprisingly, retching, now finally turning his head away from the pile without even bothering to pick up.

“This was cool until you called them sexcapades,” Tom chimes, smacking Harry upside the head as he swaggers over to the bed, fishing a few photos up before tossing them back down.

Sam's horrified attitude doesn’t seem to be spreading thankfully, but you and Harry are understandably rooted to the spot, stuck to the carpet, just biding your time until this is over. Then again, you can’t really tell, since no one is saying anything. You nor Harry want to be the ones to break the silence, though, and you can tell with the furtive and expressive stares you’re sharing that his anxiety is increasing the more people are seeing this.

Momentarily, you think someone may remark about your silent communication, your fixed glances and speechless conversation, but instead, Harrison comes up to you both, a sly smirk etched onto his pretty model face as he clasps a hand around one shoulder of yours and one of Harry’s.

“Harry Holland, you kinky fucker,” he praises.

You definitely feel a swell of pride at that. And the fact that Tom is trying desperately hard not to look at you while also trying to hide how flustered he is, somehow still abhorred by the sight. Harrison’s intrigue is palpable, gnawing on his lower lip as his lithe fingers trace you on the polaroid's, whereas Sam? He can’t decide whether to cry or scream. Harry huddles in closer and cuddles you, ensuring you feel every part of him, just how much he wants this lot to leave to finally have you at his mercy once more.

“So you two are shagging,” Tom observes.

You and Harry nod between kisses.

“Dangerously.”

You nod again, though this time a little reluctantly.

You expect Harry to nestle down with you again, but instead he detaches himself, unravelling his arms, and shoulders past Tom and Haz. He gives Sam a death glare as he piles up all the Polaroids and shoves them deep in a drawer for him to organise later, away from prying eyes and judgemental comments.

“Really, though?” Sam bursts out, flailing his arms before grasping Harry’s collar. “I thought you’d just handcuff her and give her a smack at most, very vanilla.”

As much as he tries to fight it, Harry’s face flushes bright red, leaving no visible distinction between his forehead and hairline. “I think those photos, erm, tell a different story.”

He rocks on the balls of his feet, tugging himself out of his brother's grasp, only to fall into another, saved by Harrison’s scowl at Tom.

“Can you lot bloody get out? Please? I’d like some alone time with my girlfriend after that sodding invasion.”

“If you’re having alone time, we’re leaving the house for a while,” Tom jokes, “how long?”

You smirk, striding over to meet Harry, eyes fixed on him as you press onto your tiptoes, wrapping your fingers around his shoulder before kissing his earlobe. He wilts into your touch.

“Two hours should be enough time. Scram.”

They do, gladly, and you slam the door shut as their scurrying footsteps down the stairs recede. Harry’s grip increases around your waist, a growl escaping him as he pushes you onto the bed. You gasp when your back hits the mattress, his lips instantly attacking your jaw.

“Which of those polaroid's do you wanna recreate first, baby?”

—

It’s hours later, and you're all around for your weekly dinner at the Holland house. You and Harry, having some ‘business’ to attend to before leaving the house, are the last to arrive, and Paddy, poor unfortunate Paddy, has the delightful job of letting you into the house.

“Sam asked me to give you this,” he says barely before you’ve entered the porch.

Harry’s face pales as he unravels the small piece of paper bundled into his hand by his younger brother, but you could swear all blood drains from him the second the words sink in.

‘You took them, you lost them, you collect them. What would mum and dad say, Harold?’

“Harry, what’s happening?”

“That utter wanker stole the polaroids as revenge for scarring him. He’s hidden them around the house. We have to find them before mum and dad go looking. You in for the ride?”

“Only if Haz can join us tonight,” you tease, and after calling a hello to Harry’s parents, you follow him around the house, detaching all the pinned photos.

Harry's learnt a solid lesson today: hide his damn Polaroids better from now on, away from the prying eyes of his bloody brothers. But, he thinks with a smirk, by no means will the two of you stop taking them.

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