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[4:38 PM] Oikawa Toru [3]

Thank you for your patience <3

Warning: angst, healing and future complication

Second part Fourth part

After ensuring Mateo’s fever had subsided, Y/n kicked Toru to get some sleep. She saw his hesitation; did he not trust her with his son?

Y/n responded with a deadpan expression, her tone tinged with sarcasm. “Oh, don’t worry. I promise I won’t just take off with him,” she said, her words laced with irony.

Toru shook his head, his expression filled with disbelief. “No, no, that’s… I trust you,” he muttered, looking visibly exhausted. “I just… I can’t wrap my head around this. Why would you care about us?”

Y/n raised an eyebrow, surprised by his response. “you were the one who came to my unit,” she reminded him.

Recalling their initial encounter, Toru nodded slowly. “Yeah… you’re right,” he acknowledged.

“I have a weird sleep schedule anyways, so I’m used to being a night owl.” Y/n turned her attention back to Mateo, who suckled his pacifier in her arms. “I’ll watch his fever, so go rest.”

He inhaled like he had more things to say but nodded, “all right, but wake me up at any time, got it?” She saluted him, and he smiled before turning his heels towards his bedroom. He left the door cracked ajar so that Y/n did not feel uncomfortable entering his room if needed.

Y/n and Mateo sat together, swaying and waltzing to the melody of her old concerto videos playing on YouTube. The city night of Tokyo glowed below them as they gazed out from the window. The soothing music and gentle rhythm lulled Mateo into a peaceful slumber, his head finding a comfortable spot against Y/n’s chest.

Y/n’s gaze shifted toward the TV as the familiar sound of a solo violinist filled the room, and her heart began to race with anticipation.

Kim Woojin.

As the video continued to play, Y/n realized with nostalgia and sadness that it was their concerto performance from four years ago.

It had been a while since she had last spoken to Woojin, particularly after he had proposed to her.

Despite their history, she had made the difficult decision to reject his proposal.

Y/n sat across from Toru in awkward silence at his kitchen table.

She woke up to the smell of delicious food and immediately was hungry. The thought of food was pushed aside as her mind focused on getting Mateo’s fever down.

Toru set a plate of scrambled eggs, toast, and fruits before her. He pushed a freshly squeezed glass of orange juice toward her while sipping on some tea.

“Thank you,” she muttered, still feeling dazed.

Mateo was in Toru’s arms, being fed with a bottle.

I need to go, she thought, chowing down her food.

“I won’t kick you out, so you don’t need to inhale your food,” Toru said softly, setting the bottle on the table and shifting Mateo upward to pat his back.

Y/n narrowed her eyes at him for reading her mind. “I appreciate the breakfast, but I have other things to do today,” she lied; she had nothing to do now that she was taking a break from the piano world.

“Mateo and I can’t thank you enough for whatever you did to eliminate his fever.”

Y/n nodded, finishing the last of her strawberries. She stood up and began picking up her plate to take to the sink when Toru stopped her. “Your hands are full; this is the least I can do.”

She ended up washing the dishes before she said goodbye.

“I’ll be away the next couple of days. I used your TV to search for some of my old videos on YouTube last night, and it seemed to have put Mateo to sleep.” She sighs, “hopefully, it’ll work.”

Toru smiled, “thank you, Y/n. Truly.”

. .

Y/n returned four days later.

Traveling across multiple time zones took a toll on Y/n’s body, making it difficult for her to adjust. Exhausted, she managed to take a quick shower before collapsing into bed. She fell into a deep sleep, unaware of the passing hours until evening.

Glancing at the clock on her phone, Y/n groaned in frustration. She despised the disoriented feeling that often accompanied traveling, as it disrupted her entire day.

Opening her fridge, she was greeted with empty shelves.

Sighing, she returned to her room to change her clothes to go out.

She returned an hour later, complete and with some groceries. She exited the elevator and looked at the opposite door for a second before entering her unit.

. .

[Aoba Josei High School]

Y/n couldn’t stop smiling like a fool.

She and Toru have plans to stop by the bookstore after school to pick up the latest manga volume to In Your Heart. A series that he took an interest in after he found her reading it.

Toru also wanted to treat her to ice cream.

Y/n has yet to tell Toru that she couldn’t resist and read beyond the chapters online and find out what happened next.

The main character, Lina, is a well-known pianist who returns home after being abroad for many years. She runs into her first crush from high school, Nikko, and they reconnect, falling in love with each other once again. But Lina has a secret…

Y/n has been giddy, wanting to blurt about the spoiler she discovered; Toru will be so shocked!

She placed a hand over her rapidly beating heart, which seemed to flutter whenever she thought about Toru. Unable to ignore it any longer, she realized she was just like the many other girls easily charmed by his captivating personality.

A persistent voice in the depths of her mind constantly urged caution, reminding her to be careful. However, her heart was experiencing emotions she had never felt before, and it was impossible for her not to desire more.

Y/n followed behind three unknown girls as they led her outside the school building. She was annotating her notes when three girls approached her desk.

“We have something to say to you; follow us.”

They turned the corner behind the gymnasium, and Y/n hesitated until one of the girls stepped out, “come.”

Finally, when they were out of earshot, the girl Y/n perceived as the leader stepped closer and swiftly retrieved something from her pocket. She forcefully brought it to Y/n’s face, making her flinch in surprise.

“Watch this.”

The video began playing, starting shaky and at a weird angle toward four boys.

She immediately recognizes Toru and the other three boys he is often around with, Hajime, Takahiro, and Issei.

“How is it going with Y/n?” Issei inquired, kicking his feet onto his desk.

Toru shrugged his shoulder. “I think it’s going good; she’s warmed up to me.”

“Yeah, we can tell; I’ve never heard her talk to so much before.” Issei laughed mockingly. “What did you do? Woo her?”

Toru snorted, “my charm was enough for her to open up to me. How much more do you need for me to win the bet?”

A hand slapped the back of Toru’s head; Iwaizumi Hajime growled, “you made a bet? That’s the bet you guys were talking about?”

“Toru said he could get any girl to fall at his feet; Y/n is totally at his feet.” Takahiro laughed, digging into the inside of his pocket before slapping a few bills in front of Toru. “It’s just a bet; it’s not like Toru said he would get her to fall in love with him. He just needed to open her up; no harm done.”

“But still, you made a bet on her.” Hajime pointed, “that’s still a shitty thing to do, Shitty-Kawa.”

“Chill, Iwa-chan,” Toru rolled his eyes, “I only said I’ll get her to fall for my charms, which she did. I didn’t say anything about dating her and dumping her. If anything, I helped her open up to a man, a future man for herself, so she should be thankful I helped her up for her.”

Issei leaned forward before Toru, “do you like her?”

Toru shook his head, “no, she’s cute, but I don’t like her. Her stuttering is cute, but personally, it’s a turn-off.”

Hajime swore, “you’re an asshole. Did you pretty much use the girl to help your grades?”

“Yep!” the two other guys answered. “That’s why he had the top scores in the class, and now Oikawa has the grades to apply to colleges.”

The video ended.

Words were sealed, and Y/n could only look pitiful.

“We thought you should know the truth.” The girl stuffs her phone back in her pocket. “Whatever you decide to do is up to you.” They turned to walk away.

“W – wa – ait,” Y/n whispered; they turned to look over their shoulders. “Th – thank y – ou.”

Toru found himself glancing back at Y/n’s empty seat.

It has been day three of her absence, and their teacher has not said anything about her absence like she would with other students.

She also hasn’t responded to any of his messages after her last message to him canceling their plans to go to the bookstore and grab ice cream afterward.

“Class, I have an announcement to make.” The teacher tapped her pen against the chalkboard to get everyone’s attention. “One of our classmates, Y/n…” she paused to inhale sharply. “She will no longer be in this class as of today. Can I ask a volunteer to clear Y/n’s locker and deliver her possession?”

Toru stood up immediately, “I volunteer.”

After school was out, when Naomi approached him, Toru rushed to gather his items to leave.

She looked seriously before asking quietly, “can I talk to you for a bit?”

Toru nodded before following her. She stepped off to the side, away from the crowd rushing to leave.

He noticed Naomi eyeing the bag of Y/n’s items, mainly a pencil pouch, a few notebooks, and small stationary items. “I can take those to Y/n.”

Toru frowned; his grip tightened around the handle of the bag. “It’s okay. Utada-sensei asked me to drop it off, and it’s on my way home, too, so I can swing by.” He paused, watching Naomi before asking, “did something…happen to Y/n?”

Her eyes turned cold, “shouldn’t you know best? Since you made that bet on her?” She wanted to laugh in his face when his eyes widened. She held her hand out, but Toru made no move to hand over the bag. “Face it, you’ve been outed, Oikawa; I hope you won a good chunk of money.”

Naomi took a step forward, she was tall for a girl, but she wasn’t as tall as Toru, but her stance was taller than him. “If I had not promised Y/n, I would have punched you.” She reached to snatch the bag out of his hand, leaving him behind stunned.

The end of the school year came in a blink of an eye, and before Toru knew it, he was only two days away from graduation.

Everyone has congratulated him for getting scouted and accepted to join Club Atletico San Juan, a professional team in the Argentina Volleyball Federation. It is beyond his hopes and imagination, and he is still processing it.

He would immediately leave for Argentina right after graduation.

He knows he’s happy and proud of himself.

But there was something heavy on his heart.

Toru has been sitting on the bench at one of the local parks near his home, waiting for Y/n.

If she does come.

He had texted her earlier; you probably don’t want to see me anymore, but I would like to explain myself. Can we meet at the park by our house in 30 minutes?

His knee has been shaking nervously. Doubts plagued his mind: What if he couldn’t effectively convey his message? What if he stumbled over his words? The fear of choking on his words weighed heavily on him.

His head snapped up the moment he felt the spot beside him shift. “Y/n…” She doesn’t spare him a glance, staring straight ahead. “All I can say is… I’m sorry.” There is no emotion on her face. “I got accepted to play for a club in Argentina, and I’ll be leaving soon, but I couldn’t leave without saying I’m truly sorry. I own up to all my mistakes, my actions of hurting you… I don’t even know how to make up for hurting you.”

Tears pricked his eyes, but he berated himself for even considering crying. How dare he shed tears after showing no remorse when agreeing to the bet? Deep down, he knew the situation was complex, but he believed it was better not to make this worse any further. “I’m truly sorry,” he managed to say, his voice filled with regret.

Y/n stood up, and Toru’s eyes followed as she turned her heels to stand before him. She exhaled softly and then smiled.

Toru blinked, eagerly awaiting her response, hoping for any words to escape her lips. He braced himself for the possibility of her expressing hatred or refusal to forgive him. However, she remained silent, to his surprise, not uttering a single word.

She just stared at Toru for a second longer before she dropped her head and turned her heels, walking away.

. .

[Present day]

Y/n woke up feeling drowsy; she couldn’t tell if the sun was rising or ready to set.

Closing her eyes, she found herself once again immersed in memories of her high school days. Since the day she reconnected with Toru, her dreams seemed to be plagued by images of the past. It reminded her of the pain he had caused her, urging her to be cautious about getting involved with him again. However, part of her wonders if these dreams were a form of closure she needed, a way to finally put the past behind her.

The last encounter Y/n had with Toru occurred just before he departed overseas. Discovering that she had been nothing more than a bet to him left her reeling, and she needed space to process her emotions. Over time, she managed to move on and let go of the hurt caused by the bet.

In hindsight, she realized she should have trusted her instincts and knew it was too good for someone like Toru to genuinely want to be her friend.

However, his hurtful comment about her stuttering pierced her heart the deepest. That remark cut deep, lingering her thoughts and intensifying the pain caused by the ordeal.

For the longest time, she had accepted her speech impediment as a flaw, and her parents had encouraged her to seek professional help. However, she was always too nervous and shy to take that step. It was easier for her to remain silent; she had grown accustomed to that.

Reflecting on her past, Y/n realized that Toru’s presence in her life had sparked a newfound confidence in her speech. She developed a strong desire to communicate with him, which motivated her to study diligently and practice speaking sentences slowly to overcome her stuttering.

“M – mom… and d – ad…,” Y/n inhales sharply, interrupting the silence at dinner. “I… I want to go to – to O – Osaka School o – of Speech….”

The specialty school didn’t operate like public schools. After much consideration and approval from the principal of Aoba Josei, they allowed Y/n to graduate early so she could immediately start her classes at the specialty school.

Y/n decided to temporarily set aside her passion for piano to focus entirely on improving her speech. With dedicated effort and determination, she witnessed a remarkable process in a short amount of time. Her speech had improved tremendously, surprising her expectations.

For the first time in her life, Y/n experienced an unparalleled excitement about engaging in conversations. Her new confidence had been uplifted, inspiring her to discuss all the topics she had been too afraid to broach in the past.

Even years later, her stuttering only resurfaced in rare instances when she found herself overwhelmingly nervous. With her progress and confidence, her speech impediment became a distant memory, only appearing in the most intense moments of anxiety.

And recently, since she ran into Toru again.

Y/n lifted her head at the sound of her door chime. Grabbing her phone, she sees the notification that someone is at her door.

Toru and Mateo.

She exited the bed and ran her fingers through her hair before shouting, “coming!”

“Hey,” Toru greeted as soon as she opened the door, “we wanted to see if you would like to join us for dinner at our place. Mateo and I would like to treat you to dinner for being so kind to us.”

Her gaze met Mateo’s, and for a brief moment, he seemed taken aback before recognizing her. A look of excitement spread across his face, and he energetically pumped his chubby arms. She smiled sweetly at him before answering, “sure, give me ten minutes to change, and I’ll be over.”

Toru left the door ajar, allowing Y/n to enter without hesitation. She scanned the room, searching for the baby, and Toru directed her attention to the living room.

As she stepped inside, her eyes fell upon the adorable sight of Mateo sitting amidst a scattering of toys. When he saw her, his chubby arms started flapping excitedly, causing him to lose his balance and fall backward.

Y/n couldn’t contain her laughter as she hurried over to him.

“Don’t mind him; he’s in the phase of wanting to be held all the time. Don’t fall for it.” Toru’s voice echoed from the kitchen. Despite the warning, Y/n couldn’t resist the adorable charm of Mateo’s longing gaze.

“Hi, Mateo!” she cooed, clapping her hands to get his attention. Mateo’s face immediately lit up with excitement, clearly indicating his desire to be picked up. Y/n gently maneuvered him into a sitting position, but as soon as she did, he clung to her with a surprisingly firm grip, refusing to let go. “All right, all right, I’ll pick you up,” she chuckled, giving into his pout. Mateo nestled comfortably against her chest, his eyes gazing at her with awe.

She leaned in to kiss his chubby cheek, “so glad you’re feeling better.” She reached to comb his mop of dark brown hair and brushed it behind his ears, “your hair is getting long.” Her thumb rubbed his earlobe, and he let out a yawn. “Are you tired?”

She stood up and cuddled him against her chest, rocking him gently.

“Don’t cave in, Y/n… or else you’ll make it hard for me.” Toru groaned from the kitchen.

Despite Toru’s comment, the genuine smile on his face betrayed his words. Deep down, he harbored a secret appreciation for any interaction between the two.

Toru knows he can only do so much to fill the vacancy of a mother figure for Mateo, and he often wonders how it would be if Mateo had a mother figure in his life. Though he was still too young to understand it now, eventually, he would question why he didn’t have a mother like other kids his age.

Until that day arrives, Toru will assume the roles of both mother and father and will do his best to explain the situation when Mateo is old enough to understand. He won’t hide anything, but he will do his damn best to protect his son from anything and everything.

Being thrust into the role of a single parent, Toru found himself starting from square one with no prior knowledge or experience in caring for babies. The prospect of raising a child was entirely foreign to him, leaving him feeling utterly clueless and uncertain about where to begin.

As Mateo’s due date approached, Toru’s anxiety consumed him, and self-doubt crept into his thoughts. The weight of being the impending responsibility began to overwhelm him. Questions raced through his mind. Could he genuinely handle caring for a baby on his own? What would this mean for his volleyball career, which demanded so much time and dedication? Amid his uncertainty, the idea of putting the baby up for adoption crossed his mind as a potential solution. These distressing thoughts clouded his judgment and added to his growing panic.

As soon as Mateo was placed in Toru’s arms in the quiet sanctuary of a separate room at the hospital, a profound shift occurred within him. In that tender moment, as he gazed into his baby’s eyes, Toru realized he couldn’t abandon this innocent life. This was his baby, his flesh and blood, and he felt an overwhelming surge of love and responsibility inside him.

He no longer wished to beg Lucia to reconsider or plead for her to stay for the sake of their child. He wanted her to leave, to have no part in their lives. It was clear to Toru that he and Mateo were meant to face the world together, forming an unbreakable bond as father and son.

“Your noo – noodles will overcook at this point….”

Toru blinked, seeing that he completely ignored the pot of overly boiling ramen. “Oh shoot!” He quickly turned off the stove and glanced at Y/n, holding Mateo in her arms as they looked at him with the same confused look.

“You might be right; it’s a little overcooked.”

Y/n shrugged her shoulder and turned her attention to Mateo. Smiling, she told the baby, “it’s okay; I like soft ramen.” As if Mateo knew what she meant, he smiled widely at her.

Toru smiled too, his heart soft like his ramen at the sight of his son and Y/n smiling.

Y/n leaned back against her seat, groaning. “I’m so full.”

She thought he was only making home-cooked food; it turns out he ordered other food, which was delivered. Toru’s family-size kitchen table was filled with different dishes.

“Why did you get so much food?” She complained that she was full but continued adding to her plate.

Toru held a sleeping Mateo in his arms and ate with one hand, “well, I didn’t know what you like, so I got a variety of things.”

“Toru, if you knew me – you would know I’ll never say no to any food.” She bit into a piece of batter squid and sighed, “this is so delicious too.”

“I would like to know more about you.”

Y/n blinks, allowing those words to sink in. It was a simple yet significant statement that carried the weight of curiosity and a genuine desire to understand her better.

Toru observed the rapid whirl of thoughts in Y/n’s mind, realizing the gravity of his words. “I mean as in a friend,” he clarified, his voice filled with sincerity. “I want to be your friend again if you allow it.” His heart raced as she set her chopsticks down, causing his anxiety to spike. “Please, I’m sorry if I made this uncomfortable. I didn’t intend for it to be – “

Y/n’s words carried a sense of maturity and willingness to let go of the past. She assured him, “whatever happened between us years ago, it’s in the past. I don’t hate you.” Taking a moment to compose herself, she dabbed her mouth with a napkin. “I’m glad you’re bringing this up because… I didn’t know how to address it.” She took a deep breath before continuing, “I won’t ask why I was a bet, but I want to know if you ever regretted it.” Her question hung in the air, reflecting curiosity and the need for closure.

“Yes,” he admitted, his response soft, almost a whisper, as he nodded. “Every day.”

Toru’s gaze bore into Y/n’s, his eyes reflecting guilt. It was a look she had noticed ever since reconnecting with him.

“I forgive you.” Y/n said in a heartbeat. Her words carry the power of absolution. A soft smile graced her lips as she continued, “so, let that burden go.” Though her words were simple, they meant everything.

She offered him her forgiveness and the opportunity to release the weight of his remorse and find solace.

With a profound sense of relief, it felt like the heavy burden on Toru’s shoulders had finally lifted.

His head dropped as he took a deep breath, mixed emotions washing over him. Setting his chopsticks down, he wiped the tears from his eyes. His voice barely above a whisper, “thank you.”

For so long, Toru had carried the weight of his past actions, believing that he deserved any punishment or consequences that came his way. He had run away, thinking it to be an act of cowardice, choosing to pursue his career in another country. But the burden became heavier with each passing day, month, and year.

He quietly carried it, not making a fuss, as he believed it was the price he had to pay for his foolish behavior.

Through time, Toru recognized the impact Y/n had made on his life, despite the relatively short period they had known each other. Her kindness had touched his heart, a realization that slowly dawned on him. That was all she had ever offered him throughout their encounters: genuine compassion.

Even after all this time, her influence lingered within him, a constant reminder of the goodness he had encountered in her presence. It was a testament to the power of small acts of kindness and the lasting impact they could have on a person’s life long after the moments have passed.

“Toru,” he looked up, “forgive yourself so you can be better and do better.” Her eyes drop to the deeply asleep baby in his arm, “do it for Mateo.”

And you, he said to himself.

“Okay,” he nodded, “please continue to eat; I didn’t mean to ruin the atmosphere.”

“I’m going to gain so much weight, thanks to you.” She teased, “but I’m really full; I can’t even eat even if I want to.” She stares at him for a split second, “thank you for dinner; everything was delicious.”

“Thank you for joining us,” Toru smiles at his son, “even if this guy is rude and sleeps during dinner.”

He met her gaze, reading the curiosity in her eyes, and something within him shifted.

For the first time, Toru felt a sense of pride in sharing his and Mateo’s story. It was no longer a source of shame or regret but evidence of their resilience and the love they built together.

“Are you wondering where his mother is at?”

Y/n looked at Toru with a gentle and understanding expression. She wanted him to know that he had a safe space to share his story, but she also respected his boundaries and understood that some things might be challenging to discuss. With a soft smile, she reassured him, “only if you feel safe and comfortable sharing.”

Her words were warm and sincere, letting Toru know he had someone who genuinely cared about him and his experience. Toru felt a wave of gratitude wash over him, realizing he had found someone who could truly understand and accept him, flaws and all.

“Of course,” He adjusted Mateo in his arm, “I was in a long-term relationship with his mother, her name is Lucia, and she is a pretty well-known model in San Juan. We both agreed and understood that our main priority was our careers.” He glanced down and rubbed the cheek of his son. “Mateo was not in either of our plans, and it scared the shit out of me when Lucia told me she was pregnant. I had no time to think about it and had to decide either my career or my child quickly.”

Toru’s mind had been consumed by the thoughts of his future, torn between his passion for volleyball and the responsibility of becoming a father. He had spent countless nights wrestling with his desires and aspirations, questioning if he was still finding fulfillment in the sport that had once been his everything.

He prayed for a sign that indicated what path he should take. During this time of deep contemplation, he learned about the life growing inside of Lucia, and Toru couldn’t help but see it as a sign that he had been desperately seeking. In an instance, his priorities shifted, and he knew deep down that his child would always come first.

The thought of being a father and having a little person who would look up to and rely on him filled him with a sense of purpose and determination he had never experienced before.

He realized his love for volleyball would always be a part of him, but being a loving and dedicated father was the most important role he could ever play.

“I was ready to retire or take a long break from my career, but Lucia wasn’t on board; she was unequivocal that she didn’t want the pregnancy, and I convinced her not to terminate the pregnancy and that I’ll take full responsibility of him.”

He gazed up at Y/n, marveling at how her soft eyes still held the same affectionate gaze for him. He had grown accustomed to seeing the disappointment in people’s eyes so much that he had forgotten the warmth and comfort she brought into his life. Despite the disapproval from his closest friends and family, who believe it would be more convenient for both of them to end the pregnancy and avoid any commitments, he finds himself questioning their perspective.

But Toru was firm on his decision.

“For the entire pregnancy, she remained out of public eyes and out of work,” he opted out of disclosing how he had paid a hefty amount of money to support her lavish life during the nine months. Thankfully, Toru continued his career for another season and signed another contract with brand-name sponsorships. “I checked in with her daily to ensure the pregnancy was going well.” There were times Lucia wouldn’t respond to him, annoyed he was always bothering her when there was nothing new. “Mateo was born two weeks earlier but was the size of most newborns.”

Y/n asked, “Lucia didn’t want anything to do with you two?”

Toru shook his head, no longer sad when asked that question. “No, she didn’t want him from the beginning, and as soon as she could, she demanded a cesarean section to get him out of her.” He winced as he observed the heartbreak etched across her face. “Please don’t be sad,” he murmurs, trying to offer reassurance. Deep down, he believes this unexpected turn of events might be a disguised blessing. Though she chose not to be in the same room as Mateo after his birth, Toru felt a surge of determination as he cradled their child in his arms, making a silent vow that they would find a way to make things right.

“I’m proud of you, Toru.” Y/n quietly said with a heartfelt smile.

“Thank you for dinner and,” she lifted the bag in her hand, “sharing some of the leftovers.”

After their heart-to-heart talk, they realized it was close to 11 PM. Y/n began cleaning up as Toru went to set Mateo down for the night.

Toru rubs the back of his neck, “no, thank you for joining us,” and for everything.

Silence hung in the air to the unspoken words that lingered between them.

Her eyes locked onto his, filled with relief. “I want you to know that talking tonight has brought me so much comfort,” she confessed. As she moved to open the door, ready to leave, he called out her name, causing her to pause in her tracks.

Glancing back over her shoulders, she met his gaze and patiently awaited his words. Toru hesitated momentarily, holding his breath before he mustered a barely audible whisper, “can I… hug you?”

A flicker of surprise sparkled in her eyes, quickly replaced by a warm smile that reached her lips. Setting her bag down, she stepped forward, guided by an unspoken understanding. She nestled herself into his open embrace, her arms enveloping his waist tightly.

It lasted mere seconds, yet within that brief hug, it felt like they had encapsulated a lifetime of emotions, comfort, and understanding.

It was a simple act, but it held immense significance for two wounded souls searching for peace – a much-needed embrace for two broken people.

Y/n pulled away; her cheeks tinted pink as she rushed to grab her food and slip her shoes on. “I’ll s – see you around. Have a good night.” As she turned the doorknob to his unit, her movement abruptly stopped. Surprise ran through her veins as she looked at the towering figure standing before her unit, his gaze fixated directly on her. “Woojin?”

“What are you doing over there?” Woojin stepped forward and froze, narrowing his eyes.

“Do you know him?” Y/n looked over her shoulders, seeing Toru staring straight at Woojin.

The atmosphere is tense, and to add to that, she hears Mateo’s cry at a distance. “Go – I know him. He’s… a friend.”

Toru looks down at Y/n, “you sure?”

“Of course.” Swiftly, she placed a hand firmly against his chest, using her strength to push him back into his unit. With determination, she closed the door, creating a barrier between them. Turning her attention to Woojin, she gestures with a subtle nod, silently conveying her invitation for him to follow her into her unit.

. . .

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merakiui · 11 months

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fluffy yandere!floyd on the brain. <3

(cw: yandere, brief nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, captivity, stockholm syndrome)

floyd who goes out of his way to make all of your meals look cute and taste delicious. like the pancakes he decorates with fruit to look like a bear or a cat! he wakes up extra early to prepare an entire buffet for you, including all of your favorites so you’ll be more enticed to eat. mealtimes are meant to be enjoyable, so it always saddens him when you pick at your plate, too nervous to ask for seconds or to eat even half of what’s on your plate when he’s watching. you’re always so anxious around him. it breaks his heart! :( he tries his best to be gentle and patient, especially in the mornings when he wakes you up and sees how cute and sleepy you are, clinging to his arm and mumbling about how it’s too early (it’s nearly afternoon now).

floyd who picks up gifts and treats for you on his way home. maybe it’s a fluffy pastry that reminded him of how soft and sweet you are or it’s a huge plushie that he knows you’ll love to snuggle with. he likes spoiling you with gifts because he adores seeing you smile, if only for a minute. he never expects anything in return and he isn’t doing this to win your affections (although he hopes it at least warms you up to him). just knowing you’re happy is enough for him. (but he does cuddle with his own shrimp plushie he bought on a whim hehe). sometimes he’ll set the plushies around the table so you’ll have company when you eat, just to avoid awkwardness when it’s you and him. sometimes he’ll make the plushies talk to each other with silly voices. his theatrics managed to get a few giggles out of you, so he knows you secretly enjoy it. he really wants to kiss you, but he knows you’d get scared and so he quells the urge by making a plushie give you a tiny peck on the lips.

floyd who, in the midst of a volatile mood swing, knows to distance himself from you so you won’t have to see him at his worst. he gets frustrated when you avoid him or talk about the outside or other people. when he’s angry like this, he wants to break something or someone. he could never take his emotions out on you, though! he’d never forgive himself if he did, so he goes outside and walks around or he’ll mindlessly clean the house or he’ll cook a bunch of different dishes. he could go out, look for trouble, and beat it to a pulp, but he knows you hate seeing him covered in blood, knuckles bruised and possibly broken, so he refrains from doing that. he’s picked up this habit: when he’s in a bad mood, he does good instead of bad. like cooking and cleaning instead of hurting and hitting others. and eventually the smell of good food or a fresh, clean house soothes him and brings him back to earth, no longer so wrapped up in unpredictable thoughts and feelings. he’ll knock on your door because you take to hiding when he’s pacing, prowling for something to get his hands on or sink his teeth into, and he tells you he made food or he cleaned the house or he tried to knit a sweater for his shrimp plushie.

floyd who pastes glow-in-the-dark shapes to the walls and ceiling so you won’t be so frightened of the darkness (or more realistically: of the person who dwells in that darkness). he buys a lot of different designs: moons and stars, sea creatures, flowers, and so on. he has too much fun putting them up and he encourages you to decorate to your heart’s content. floyd arranges some of the stars into a heart. normally he’d find it cheesy, but he likes it and seeing your expression soften makes it all the more worthwhile. he places his hand in the center of the heart and you follow his lead, gingerly placing yours over his. he smiles at you and asks, “big enough for two?” you nod, quietly echoing, “big enough for two.”

floyd who arranges the plushies in rows in the sitting room as if they’re all intended to be watching a show. he’s a portrait of lazy comfort in his sweatpants. you’re wearing his shirt. it’s nothing fancy, but then it doesn’t have to be. he’s taken a curtain down so you can use it as a veil, and he lifts it up to look at you. it’s his version of a wedding spent in confinement. the plushies watch with unseeing eyes, each one a witness to magnificent matrimony. the shrimp is sat on the sofa, intended to be a priest with its little recipe book. floyd makes up his vows as he goes, but they’re all spoken truthfully. the rings aren’t anything fancy either; he said he’d get you a nice one if you wanted it, but you seem fine with the plastic ones that came on a cake he bought. there’s a butterfly ring and a ring that says happy spring on it. it’s silly. it’s hardly marriage material. but it’s so very floyd, and that’s arguably much better than fussing over details. you make up your vows as well, speaking most of them through giggles because it’s more fun than serious. floyd asks if you’ll have him forever, if you’ll marry him and become his for the rest of your days, if you’ll continue to be his shrimpy; you say you will. rather than kissing you, he presses his forehead to yours and smiles. it’s a marriage of many promises. instead of an “i do” a forehead touch seems to signify the finality of this mock wedding. you and the plushies who served as guests celebrate with a feast. floyd’s outdone himself this time, but then he always does. chef floyd never disappoints, especially when he knows there’s a special occasion to be celebrated. and this occasion is the most special.

floyd who builds a pillow and blanket fort in the bedroom. he spends an abnormally long time perfecting it, which is unusual because floyd’s never been one for perfection. but he’s meticulous with this, so meticulous you’d think he’s building a nest for a mate. and maybe he is. eel instincts are so deeply rooted in his being, even when he’s not in the sea. he packs the fort with all of your favorite things: the eel and shrimp plushies, a few books, lots of snacks, plenty of blankets and pillows, and a tablet so the two of you can watch movies. he has you cover your eyes when he leads you to the bedroom and he’s practically radiating excitement in his haste to show you his hard work. you seem delighted to behold the fort in all of its comfy glory, and floyd is restraining himself from picking you up and carrying you over to the fort. he has to remember personal space. he has to be patient, and he is. always. only for you.

the lights are turned off and the both of you snuggle in the fort together, watching your film of choice. for once in his life, he’s the nervous one. he doesn’t want to do anything to upset you. this is the closest he’s been to you in a while. you’re letting him hold you! he’s really so happy. through the sheets in the fort, the faint glow from the plastic shapes can be seen. he finds the heart right away. it’s hard to miss.

floyd’s dozing. it’s easy to feel comforted in your presence. now that he’s finally relaxing after spending hours putting the fort together, he’s oddly sleepy. but before he can completely submit to his dreams, something on his lips rouses him. he opens his eyes to find the shrimp plushie giving him a kiss and it takes him a minute to realize the meaning behind the gesture. and then he’s staring past the plush at you, mismatched eyes blown hilariously wide. and then a smile sprawls on his face, and he gathers you in his arms, laughing and rubbing his cheek against yours. his shrimpy is the cutest!

he asks if he can kiss you for real this time—without the plushie—and you nod, and it’s the first time floyd realizes patience pays off. usually he’s not so awkward about physical touch, but it’s a different story to be given permission to do something he’s always wanted to do rather than just taking it for himself. he kisses you modestly at first, uncharacteristically chaste, obviously holding back, but it isn’t long until he’s melting against you. he holds you so gently, so firmly, molding his body to yours in the soft comforts of the fort. he kisses you breathless and dizzy, more than once, so much that the two of you break apart for air, panting like you’ve just run a marathon.

floyd switches positions so you’re lying on your back and he’s caging you between his arms. he asks if he can fuck you, promises he’ll be gentle, mumbles about how you’re so pretty all spread out under him. his hand slips into yours, squeezing reassuringly. he won’t do anything you don’t want him to. he’ll prepare you well. he’s good with his mouth, after all! that has you laughing. he’s laughing, too, his heart full of feathers, his mind muddled with warmth and sweetness.

and even if you don’t want to go all the way, he’s just happy to be here with you. your answer is spoken against his lips, and he promises he’ll treat you good. so good. the best kind of good you’ll ever have. and he means every word because he’s never be dishonest with you. and that’s a promise he’d never dare break.

#meraki mumbles #yandere twst #fluffy floyd hours #he’s so cute omg T-T floyd… so precious

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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there's something about atsumu being all pouty and sulky that makes him more adorable. (please i love him so much) i just watched a TikTok video of a married couple and this ask is based on this. so what if after an argument, you being atsumu's wife doesn't cook enough food for three (three bcs u have a daughter who has her uncle samu's appetite. and yes, bcs im a sucker for dad atsumu au) and just told him to cook for himself or order takeout or something bcs u didn't think that he'll eat at home. please 🥺 i just wanna see his reaction 👀

*the argument is about him not wanting to go home (poor boy says he needs to practice more) after you text and call him a hundred times bcs it's past practice time. so the next evening, you didn't cook food that'll be enough for the three of you.

NO WAIT PAUSE IM OBSESSED WITH THIS-

also im so glad you’re a sucker for the dad/uncle au bc same HA-

I know damn well in that pretty head of Atsumu’s that he does, try his hardest to be home for dinner. Always one to be accounted for, always there beside you, mowing down on the food you’d either spent the entire day cooking, or grabbing after your errands.

But for the past few nights, he just. Hasn’t.

He’s been with the boys, or staying overtime at practice, or hanging out with Osamu because he could always use a set of hands, and for some reason, rather than just telling you this, he doesn’t. He leaves you to figure it out for yourself.

It leads to a pretty nasty spat, thankfully one Hisako was asleep for, about you just wanting a text so you know that you don’t have to look forward to enjoying dinner with him (okay. A little cruel, but he had it coming!) or setting an extra plate. It made him snarl out how ‘he’s a grown man’ and ‘he can make his own dinner plans’ and ‘take care of his damn self without you,’ and you felt your heart sink to the base of your chest.

He sighs softly, “I didn’t mean that-“

“Then take care of yourself,” you snap, turning on your heel to get ready for bed. Even though there’s some half choked apologies that fall from both of your lips, you make the conscious decision to stop trying so hard.

If he wasn’t going to appreciate the work you go out of your way to do for him to enjoy a hot meal, then why put it forward? No need to shell out the extra effort when he’s not going to do his own part.

Especially tonight, as your table sets and vegetables stop cooking, your damn husband still isn’t home.

Whatever. Asshole.

Surely, it’s fine. It seems fine. Hisako inhales the food with extreme excitement, you pick at your own while she recounts the events of her day. Gotta hand it to her, she’s a damn entertaining kid, able to distracted you from the hurt of Atsumu potentially taking your words to heart and indeed, taking care of himself.

She prompts the end of her dinner with an enthusiastic kiss to your cheek- a trait she learned from her father- before toddling into the living room to play with her toys. You smile softly at the sight, bittersweet as you move to start the dishes, trying to get through them as a quick as possible before Atsumu comes home and sees the dinner not made for him.

This is another instance, however, that you’re having the piss taken out of you, and Atsumu comes home in the middle of your chores. You cringe softly as the front door opens, he sighs dramatically, and you head the happiness in his voice when he chirps a quick “where’re my girls!”

You whimper in the back of your throat and plaster a smile, still trying to hide the hurt in your features.

“Hey my love,” Atsumu says, voice strained from sighing happily, before laxing out to kiss you. “Where’s the boss of us?”

You smile and pucker your lips for a brief, almost uninterested kiss, and you watch as his body language tenses. “She’s in the living room playing with her toys. I was going to give her a bath once I finished the dishes.”

“I can do that, dollface,” he chuckles. “If you want to relax, or get started on her bath you can.” He happily hooks his head over your shoulder and nuzzles into you softly. “I gotta eat first anyways, so I can take care of the dishes.”

You tense up as he lifts his head with a happy inhale, “smells great in here. What did you make?”

In confusion, you give him a look over your shoulder. “I… made curry in the pressure cooker, and some rice and fried some eggs for us.” He groans happily and quickly dashes to the fridge to open and search for the extras, only for his face to fall once he turns up empty handed.

“Did… you both polish it off?”

“I only made enough for two, and with your daughter having an appetite like her uncle I almost didn’t have enough-“

“But…”

“What?”

“You… you didn’t cook enough for me?”

You scoff and continue to scrub the plates, “since you clearly had no intentions of updating me on what you’d be doing tonight, I figured I had no use in cooking more than Hisako and I could eat. Leftovers go to waste in this house anyways.”

He pauses, and you hear his socked feet padding around the tiled floors, trying to piece together his thoughts and approach this. You continue to wash the dishes, but the signals in your brain cross as two long arms wrap around your waist, a head burrowing into the curve of your neck.

“‘Tsumu-“

“I meant to text you,” he murmurs, curling up as close to you as he can. “I swear. Tonight, I wanted to come home and eat dinner with you, and watch a movie with ‘Sako, but I guess I just forgot to when Bokuto wanted to practice a little bit more…” one of the arms wrapped around your waist moves up to gently cup your jawline, angling your head to look at the golden eyes curved in distress. “But as soon as I realized I came right home, I didn’t even think of it. Please, don’t be mad at me… it was an accident this time, I swear.”

You sigh and lean over to nudge your nose with his, “I’m not mad at you, baby. You just… you hurt my feelings last night; you can’t tell me you don’t appreciate the work I do, then come home and pout about the work I didn’t do. That’s rude, it’s shitty of you.”

“I know,” he says softly, lowering his eyes. In thought for a moment, he then rises his gaze back up to you with a hopeful smile, “can I have a kiss at least?”

You snicker and roll your eyes, “you may have one kiss, and if you play your cards right, I’ll doctor up some instant noodles for you.”

He beams happily up at you and leans up to steal a kiss, the hand on your cheek stroking the warm skin lovingly, “I like the sound of that.”

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iveseenstrangerthings · 1 year

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must be love - a Steve Harrington imagine

summary: just a shorter imagine about a reader who works at a diner and Steve comes in with the rest of the friendship group (which you’re also part of). There’s a mutual pining between Steve and reader and eventually Steve decides to do something about it, just a lil fluffy imagine which got me going

warnings: brief descriptions of food and eating

word count: 2.5k

notes: shout out to one of my fave SNL skits of Debbie Downer thx for playing a small part in this imagine. if anyone has any ideas for an imagine plsss request i’d be happy to do some requests !! have a great day :) master list here

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“Have a great night, guys!” You call as the most miserable family you’ve ever served in your entire time of being at the diner slumps out the door. A small laugh escapes your lips, almost in disbelief at what you’ve just put up with, as you start to clear their plates. Clinks of metal cutlery scraping fired ceramic plates fill your ears as you gather everything in an impressive stack. Guiltily, you take the gracious tip they’ve left you and you suddenly feel awful for whining to yourself about how unpleasant they’d been.

Behind the till, you place their cash tip into the tip jar and then take the plates to the back to be washed. The heat of the kitchen still overwhelms you as you place the stack of dirty dishes into the hot sink full of water. “Busy out there, yet?” Deborah, the main pot washer calls out from the break room, her evening drawing out slowly in front of her at the slow stream of customers.

“Not quite yet, still early though, Debs!” You call back cheerily, behind her back you all call her Debbie Downer, no matter what you say Deborah will reply with something depressing that ultimately kills the mood of the conversation.

Last month, when you told her you’d got a new cat, she had replied, “Feline AIDS is the biggest killer of domestic cats. Hope you got it checked!”

Pushing back through the swing doors, you see a few more groups had been shown to tables and you were ready to go over to welcome them in. One group you see, is your friends.

An unsettled feeling stews inside you, you love that they come here to see you, but you hate how it makes you feel pressured. Dustin loves the shakes, Mike and El the burgers, and Steve loves to come just to see you. Not that you know that. You’re partial to a spill of a drink, or a burger to the floor as it slips off the plates as you try to juggle too many, and you do not want Steve to see anything like that. You’ll just have to try not to show off your plate stacking skills this evening.

Whipping your pad out from the front of your grease-stained apron, you walk to their table and paint a smile on your face, beaming from ear to ear. “Fancy seeing you here.” You approach the table and stand next to Steve, who looks up at you with a small smile painted across his rose-tinted lips.

“Do you even need your little pad, surely you know my order by now.” Dustin is quick to comment on his food, he must be starving. He didn’t mean it in an asshole way, you’re close enough with each other that you rarely take offence to anything now.

You guffaw at his request and scribble down his order. Peeking over the top of your pad to see Steve slightly shaking his head and raising his eyebrows at him. “Max?” Your attention goes to Max now, awaiting her order.

“Just a chocolate shake, please.” She offers, sheepishly pushing the menu back towards you. You don’t push her on an order for food, as you know any of the other waitresses would, you just nod and jot down the code for a shake. She’s still recovering from Vecna, and you understand her lack of appetite, which she is grateful for.

After finally scribbling down the group’s order in your illegible scrawl, which is only decipherable by the chefs, you turn to Steve who’s perched on the end of the booth. “And for you, Steve?” Your pen is ready in between your fingers, and you give him a patient smile.

He quickly skims the menu, even though he knew what he wanted the minute he walked in. He relays his order to you before gathering up all the menus, making your job easier and quicker. “Thanks.” You take them from his hands and his cheeks flush with colour. He’s aware of the intense rush of heat to his face, as is everyone else at the table. Your heart skips and beats intensely in your chest as you relish in the sight of his flushed cheeks. You know you caused his blush, and it gives you a slight spring in your step as you return to the host stand with their menus, knowing you have the power to make Steve Harrington tint with crimson.

Whilst his ears are trained into the conversation happening around him, he lets his eyes divert to your whereabouts. He watches intently as you balance the plates with skill before setting them all down on a nearby table, talking to your customers with expressive hands and giving them an effervescent smile before turning and going to attend to another table. He sees how your tongue slips out of your mouth, ever so slightly, in concentration as you place glacier cherries onto the top of a sundae before carrying it to an over-excited child who claps with your arrival. Your smile at the young boy’s happiness and delightful manners stays on your face as you make your way back over to the serving hatch, the bell ringing out continuously with the Friday night rush of families, friends and couples.

“Dude.” Dustin starts, leaning in closer to Steve as he breaks away from the rest of the conversation. Steve leans in too. “Why don’t you just ask her out already?” The prospect of doing such a thing is enough to bring sweat to the palms of his hands. Noticeably so that he has to rub his palms over his jeans to get the wetness off. His mouth feels dry, so he runs his tongue over the roof of his mouth and swallows what little saliva he has down his throat. “It’s so painfully obvious.”

“What is?” He quickly retorts, turning his face too fast so it’s left lingering extremely close to Dustin’s. He pulls back slightly and let’s Dustin observe how you make him feel. The slight tinge of pink has returned to his cheeks, and he hasn’t stopped rubbing his palms over his jeans. Dustin just laughs slightly and gives his head a shake before giving Steve an insignificant nod, indicating your return with an armful of their food.

“Alrighty.” You say as you settle their food down on the table, sliding the plates in the direction of whoever ordered what. The table digs into your stomach slightly as you stretch across to push El’s plate to her in the far corner of the booth, meaning you slightly lean across Steve. “‘Scuse me.” You gently breathe as you pull back, the smell of your perfume lingering after you push back from the table. He quickly inhales, wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb and then grabs the cutlery. “Max just let me grab your milkshake, I’ll be right back.” You dust your hands off on your apron as you make your way back to the hatch, collecting Max’s milkshake before ambling back over to their table. “There you go, sweetie.” You turn her shake towards her and her eyes light up, looking at Lucas with wide eyes in admiration at her humongous milkshake. You smile at the pair; glad Max has someone as sweet and caring as Lucas. “Okay, think that’s everything.” Your eyes skim everyone’s plates to ensure you haven’t missed anything. “Can I get you guys anything else? Anymore sauces?”

Everyone replies with a cacophony of “No” and “Thank you” and you nod at them all, the boys already starting to shovel their food into their mouths as if they haven’t eaten for days. Max seems settled and Steve thanks you again before turning to his plate to eat.

The next half an hour passes in a blur of sundaes, hamburgers, spilt milkshakes, and grumbles from Deborah as you take in another stack of greased up, ketchup smeared plates. As you stand at the host station placing clean cutlery neatly into white napkins, Steve wanders over to you as he opens his wallet in front of him. You place your hands down on the counter, keeping the napkin well wrapped up in your hands. “Hey!” You beam at him as he approaches. “Was everything okay with the meal?” You finally place the neatened cutlery and napkins into their box and return your full attention to Steve.

“Was great. Five-star service, too.” The corner of his mouth hooks up into a smile and you reciprocate it broadly. “But I was wondering if I could pay now?”

You nod, taking their order from the small pile of tabs that you keep by the cash register. “Sure, you just wanna pay for yours?” You start keying in the price for Steve’s meal, but he cuts you off.

“No no, I’ll get everyone’s.” His offer is laced with the kindness he exudes, like warmth coming from a mug of coffee on a chilly day.

Your head tilts to one side and your eyebrows lift slightly, “Steve, that’s awful kind of you but are you sure?”

He nods, pulling out some cash he’s sure will cover it as he patiently lets you tot up the total for the meals on the register. “I’m totally sure.” He seems nervous, you notice from the corner of your eye his weight keeps shifting from one foot to the other. A small smirk forms on your lips, then quickly dissipates as you get ready to read the total out.

He hands the cash over without question and tells you to keep the change for the tip jar. “Thank you so much.” You hold the cash in your hands gratefully as you look back at him. He’s still stood behind the host stand, his eyes travelling nervously around you. As you drop the cash into the jar, he leans onto the station with his elbows.

“I was wondering if you wanted to catch a movie? After you finish up?” The words tumble out of him quickly, but his question is laced with reluctance, like he’s already prepared himself for you to say no.

You study his features, the soft-hearted nature of him shines through. Him paying for all the kids’ meals and still asking you out afterwards, you feel on top of the world that he’s asked you. You think of how sublime it would be, spending the evening with Steve after work, but you don’t finish up until close tonight and you fear that would be too late for him, making him waste the night waiting for you. Although it would feel anything but a waste to Steve. A feeling of defeat washes over you as you worry this could be the only time Steve asks you to do something, and you fear he will think that you’re making an excuse. “I’m here till close tonight.” The words fall regretfully from your mouth, and you see his features soften with disappointment.

He nods quickly, pursing his lips as he pushes back from the counter, giving it a tap as he readjusts his posture, standing tall. “Oh, yeah. Totally. No that’s fine.”

“But I could come over, when I’m done? I know it would be late, but I could bring us something to eat, and we could just, I dunno, chill?”

Inside his chest, his heart soars around like someone has ignited him and soon the sweaty palms return. He came over here expecting you to say no, but he figured it was worth a shot. He did not expect, however, for you to then suggest another idea. His worries and anxieties about asking you now seem so farcical when all along you had wanted the same.

He’s almost taken aback and has to bring himself back to the reality of being here in the diner, with you. “No, no it wouldn’t be too late. That’d be great.” He taps the counter again, the pair of you just looking over at one another, waiting for someone to speak. The pair of you never run out of things to say, never find it awkward to make conversation, never shut up really. But now, you both stand enthralled at the idea of spending some time together, just the two of you.

“I’ll pick you up?” He poses the question to you in a gesture of what seems like good will, but it’s really just a way to get to spend more time with you.

A torrent of emotion as intense as a winding river of rapids course through your veins and rise the temperature of your body, causing your skin to prickle intensely like tiny bolts of electricity hitting your skin. The flow of your emotional river ebbs, the source of the river stemmed as an anxious thought enters your stream of consciousness. You want Steve to see you at your best, not sweaty and smelling of cooking after a five-hour shift. “I will stink of grease.” You admit to him awkwardly. The perfume bottle you keep in your bag is a God send and you hope it will help to mask at least some of the smell.

He puffs air out between his lips and a smile softens across his face. “I really couldn’t care less.” He pushes his hands back from the counter where they’d been resting lazily, his muscles contracting underneath the sleeves of his t-shirt and you eye it quickly. The way the shape contorts and flexes under his skin as he pushes himself up from the counter again makes your eyes widen and your stomach throb. “Pick you up around ten, is that when you finish?”

“Yes! That sounds great, thank you!” You radiate, your words landing like a verbal high five.

He turns away, wordlessly, and gathers the kids up to leave. You click a few buttons on the register before finalising the receipt. They all wave and shout goodbyes as they make their way out of the diner, leaving as you turn to see your favourite group of regulars sat waiting for you to go over and take their order.

Outside, the wind turns to a chill and the clouds blow clear, leaving the sky black and bright above them. “So...” Dustin starts, elbowing Steve as they make their way to the car. The rest of the kids making their way to their buses home. “Did it work?”

Steve lifts his chin and laughs, “Quit making it sound like I’ve been doing some sort of experiment.”

Dustin just rolls his eyes and waits, expectantly.

“Yeah, it did ‘work’.” His fingers go up into air quotations before twisting the key to start the car with a low growl. “I’m seeing her after work.”

“TONIGHT?!” Dustin jeers in a high-pitched voice that makes his voice box squeal in delight. “Dude, how many times have I told you. She feels the same.”

“You think?” Steve quizzes, passing the conversation back to Dustin.

“Hell yeah.” Dustin smirks, showing Steve all his ‘pearls’ as Dustin likes to say. “Offering to see you after a shift at the diner?” He tilts his head and brings his eyes down playfully. “Must be love.” His voice exudes sickly sweet confidence and Steve backs out the car park, turning up his radio and rolling the windows down, despite the chill. He drives back happily and hasn’t once tried to deny Dustin’s final remark.

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thatonegenshinsimp · 7 months

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Comfort (Alhaitham x reader)

Notes: I’m not dead, surprisingly enough. Enjoy this little thing I made~

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Warnings: none

Alhaitham had been in the desert for a week now, having had to suffer from the sandstorms, harsh winds, boiling heatwaves, and sand getting into everything he owned for seven long, infinitesimal days. All he could think of was coming home and resting in your arms for the next eternity. His feet somehow carried him from Aaru Village to Sumeru City, with each step more tiring as he kept walking, until he had finally dragged himself to the entrance to his house. He dug through his pocket and found what he was looking for: his house key. He fitted the smooth gold key into the lock on his front door, turning it and pushing the door open. He closed it behind him as the scent of petrichor and the sound of humming graced his nose and ears. He closed his teal eyes and breathed it in, sighing as the realization dawned on him fully.

He was finally home.

You had decided to make some of your favorite food tonight when you heard the front door open. You knew who it was by the sound of quiet footsteps going up the stairs as your lover went upstairs to take the longest shower of his life. You giggled to yourself, continuing to hum a song you’d been taught when you were younger as you continued making dinner. You made sure there was enough for both of you before turning off the stove and grabbing two plates from the cabinet. You plated the food and smiled as you heard Alhaitham’s steady footsteps as he descended the stairs. When his tired eyes met yours, a small smile appeared on his face as he walked over to you and pulled you into his arms. You hugged him back, enjoying the much needed feeling of his arms around you. “Welcome back home, ‘Haitham.” You mumbled, reaching up and wrapping your arms around his neck. He hummed, as if to tell you he’d heard you, before pulling away slightly and pressing his lips against yours. “Tired?” You asked knowingly, watching as he nodded. “Do you want something to eat?” You asked. He pulled away from you and sighed, nodding softly.

You handed him his plate and some utensils, sitting beside him at the table as he started to eat. He hummed at the taste, savoring the flavor, and before long, he’d finished the entire plate. He sat beside you until you finished eating, and took the plates and utensils to the sink to wash them. You helped him, drying and putting them away once you were done. “I just need to grab a quick shower, and then I’ll join you in bed.” You told him, walking upstairs with him in tow.

He waited until you were done in the shower and watched as you walked back into the bedroom in your pajamas. You laid down beside him and giggled softly as he reached out and gently pulled you closer under the cool dark green bedcovers and white silk sheets of your shared bed. Alhaitham wrapped his arms around you once more and rested his head on top of yours, smiling softly as he kissed the top of your head. You noticed that he was still quite tense, and reached upwards, running your fingers through his soft ash gray hair. He relaxed, leaning into your touch as he sighed deeply, a sense of overwhelming relief washing over his body. You urged him to lay on his stomach, and massaged his shoulders gently, before moving on to his back. You massaged the knots out of his tense muscles, and pulled away once you were done. He laid down with you again, this time burying his face in your neck. Knowing he was still awake, you spoke. “Do you want to hear about my week?” You asked, feeling his hair brush against the crook of your neck as he nodded softly. “Well, I got to visit Collei and Tighnari in Ghandarvaville, they said that they’d love it if you’d join us at Lambad’s Tavern sometime for drinks and cards. Me and Kaveh also cleaned the house together while you were gone, so maybe try to be a little nicer to him tomorrow? I know you don’t really hate him, since he’s been there for you since before I got to the Akademiya. I also reorganized the library, but I organized it to where it’s alphabetical, now, so you can find books more easily.” You said. You were about to say more when you realized that Alhaitham’s breathing had slowed. It was when you looked down that your suspicions had been confirmed, and Alhaitham was asleep. You smiled, turning out the lamp on your bedside. “Goodnight, ‘Haitham, I love you.” You whispered, knowing in your heart, even as you drifted off to sleep, that he loved you with everything he was, too.

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Hi Hali! I'm an August baby who is turning 35 next week (14th) ! I have a totally self-indulgent request for husband Yoongi planning something for his wife's (brownie points if she's older) birthday. I'll leave it up to you whether you want it to be fluff or smut.

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

❀ Summary: Yoongi always likes to spoil you - especially if it’s your birthday.

❀ Word Count: 823

❀ Genre: Established relationship, fluff

❀ Rating: SFW

❀ Warnings: Husband Yoongi is just tooth-rottingly sweet, brief kissis, recreational drinking, nothing crazy

❀ Published: August 14, 2023

❀ A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! Allow thoughts of sweet husband Yoongi making dinner for you and then dancing away into the night to start your birthday off right!! I honestly dreeeeeam of Yoongi just doing something small and quiet for birthdays. I hope you have an amazing day!! Thank you so much for sending in a request!

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Yoongi is a perfectionist. He doesn’t like to admit that he is, but you know that when things don’t go exactly as he’s imagined, he can get a little irritated. It’s part of what makes you love him so much, his attention to detail and his vision.

Thankfully, his vision is paying off today.

The rich smell of dinner greets you when you open the door, making you pause on the threshold. Somewhere from behind the entryway, the faint sound of piano drifts toward you. Sliding your shoes off, you push them so that they’re right next to the neat rows of other shoes, a mix of yours and Yoongi’s.

Coming around the corner of the entryway into the main kitchen, you feel a smile tug on your face at what greets you.

Yoongi is in the kitchen, pan in hand as he plates a steak onto a plate. He looks up at you and beams, his gummy smile making your stomach flutter. He’s in jeans and a dark long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a kitchen towel over his shoulder, his hair slicked back and dashing as ever.

No matter how many times you see him, you fall in love all over again.

Flowers and wrapped gifts are placed neatly on the edge of the counter top. You inspect them as you near the kitchen. Yoongi puts down the now empty plate in the sink, flicking on the faucet to run water over the hot pan and let it soak.

“No peeking,” he chides, flicking the water back off after washing his hands and drying them. “Those are after dinner presents only. Happy birthday.”

You pout. “Thank you, but I want them now?”

Yoongi comes around the counter, all smiles as he pulls you toward him by the waist. He smells like spicy cologne and a little bit of shampoo, enough to make your head spin. He presses his lips against yours gently, making you lean into him, fingers gripping his shirt.

“There,” he mumbles against your lips. “That’s your pre-dinner present, hmm?”

“I enjoyed it. One more.”

He laughs but lets you pull him in for another kiss, soft and warm. He tastes a little bit like cherried wine, making you sigh before pulling apart from him. “I made your favorite.”

Another reason you love Yoongi dearly is for his cooking. You owe a little of it to Seokjin, who is the best cook you know, but Yoongi is a close second. Creating music isn’t his only outlet - creating food and dishes and even dabbling in baking is something Yoongi got into when you were in college, only improving his skills with access to more than just ramen and eggs.

Now, you smile at him around a mouthful of juicy, wonderfully seasoned meat. He sits with his chair pulled close to you, arm brushing against yours as he asks how your day at work was. Fills your wine at all the appropriate times. Gives you a squeeze on the thigh just because he can.

You can’t help but admire the way his cheeks flush on his third glass of wine. The way he watches you, dark eyes sparkling as he leans his chin in his palm while you talk about an upcoming project at work. You feel seen and heard, but most of all adored.

That adoration only intensifies when he finally lets you open your presents over a shared slice of cake. Especially when you open the first one to find a signed, first edition copy of one of your favorite books in the entire world, your heart swelling when you realize Yoongi must have seen you looking for it.

Yoongi is always like that, though. Always observant, loving you in small ways. Like picking up your favorite foods when you've been particularly quiet during the work week, or jumping in the shower with you to rub the knots out of your shoulders. Fixing the broken shelf of your book case after having way too many books weighing it down.

Looking at him, you feel your heart squeeze. Your perfect, adoring husband.

With dinner plates cleared, Yoongi flicks the lights low in the apartment, grabbing you by the wrist and spinning you into his embrace. You laugh as you go, letting him sweep you up into an uncoordinated dance to the music. It’s really just swaying, but his arms are around you and your head is pressed against his chest, eyes fluttering shut.

The sound of Yoongi’s steady heartbeat lulls you into a warm silence, love for him blooming tenfold. You want so many more birthdays with him.

“Thank you,” you murmur. He hums, the sound vibrating against your ear. “I appreciate this so much.”

“You deserve the world on your birthday. After such a tough quarter, I thought you might like to relax.”

“You know me so well.”

“Hmmm.”

Your grip around him tightens. “Cheers to another trip around the sun with you.”

“And many more.”

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feeder86 · 1 year

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Falling for a Feeder: Infatuation

Of course Lucas had been into Talon ever since he’d first laid eyes on him. One look at that handsome smile, pretty face, not to mention the stunningly athletic body, and he had been swooning like never before. It was his piercing eyes and striking features. Or, perhaps it was Talon’s confidence and swagger that did it for Lucas just as much. Talon: the overconfident young guy, not at all daunted by the enormity of New York City after coming from such a small town, now surrounded by people he had never met before and places he did not know. Instead, maybe it was the way nothing in life seemed to phase Talon; as if the world was there only for him, and he would seize it with both hands. For a nineteen year old Lucas, newly out of the closet and sharing a house with the best looking straight boys on campus, such feelings of longing were always an inevitability.

Lucas had first learned of Talon’s unusual taste in women quite early on. He’d come downstairs in the morning to see the handsome football player making breakfast for a large, overweight girl that he’d seen walking through campus a few times before. He did a double take, seeing Talon leaning in and kissing her as he served up a plate of food for her. Had this girl been the one he’d heard Talon drunkenly bringing home last night? Surely not!

Sticking around downstairs, Lucas listened to the flirtations of Talon, spoiling and kissing her as if she was the love of his life. He watched as Talon led her to the door, placing his large hands on her enormous rear and kissing her once more, gently pulling up her skirt a little so that Lucas got an eyeful of the girl’s thick, doughy legs from behind.

“Are you… really into her?” Lucas asked as the door closed and Talon was rid of her at last.

“Hell no!” Talon scoffed, shrugging off the romance of the previous few hours like a dog shaking itself after a dip in a frosty lake.

Lucas chuckled, feeling a strange sense of relief. The world hadn’t gone mad after all. “I thought not! I couldn’t quite get my head around it when I saw you flirting with her in there.”

“Look at that!” Talon grumbled, ignoring Lucas entirely. He was lifting the plate he’d served his guest that morning. “She hardly ate any of it!” he complained, seemingly genuinely insulted.

“You did serve her quite a lot of food though,” Lucas replied, feeling unsure where Talon was going with his sudden disgust of the woman he had been seemingly infatuated with only minutes earlier.

“She’s a fat girl though,” Talon stated bluntly. “You saw the size of her. She should be able to eat a simple breakfast like that without a problem.” He lifted up the lid of the trash can and scooped the remains away. “I hate it when girls do that!” he grumbled, throwing the plates in the sink and running off upstairs to get ready for his classes.

Lucas stood, feeling just as confused as ever. Nothing seemed to make sense. Not only had the gorgeous Talon brought a large, unattractive fat girl home, but the thing that had seemingly put him off was his date not finishing her breakfast? He’d heard about guys who were into fat girls; some who even liked to feed them up and enjoyed actively helping to fatten them up. But that wasn’t Talon. Was it?

What had started as a suspicion was soon confirmed time and time again over the following weeks. Talon continued to bring home larger and larger girls, ending his dates with the cooking and inevitable consumption of a large fried breakfast. The other guys in the house even tried to make fun of him for it; sniggering behind his back about Talon’s strange love of fat girls. However, none of it ever seemed to put a dent in Talon’s ego. He laughed along with them and spoke passionately about why he got such a thrill from it all. He was a man who loved his life. And he was a man who loved his fat girls!

Perhaps Talon’s desires made him even more alluring to Lucas. That naughty, devious, kinkiness that he felt no shame in at all. The other guys didn’t have that confidence in themselves; not in the slightest. Despite their good looks and bravado, it was obvious to see that they were all surprisingly insecure underneath; just small boys pretending to be adults. It was only Talon who really had the guts to live his life how he wanted; to enjoy the things he liked without absorbing the shame that others believed he should feel.

Talon’s voice seemed to change when he talked about fat girls with Lucas. The lust was evident in every syllable he used. The smile that betrayed the kinky images that must have been flooding his brain as he spoke about his preferences. Lucas had to breathe deeply to stop himself from getting hard, listening to a guy he was so attracted to getting horny right before his eyes; the knowledge that the beautiful, perfect hunk was most likely nursing a boner in his underwear as he shared all of his fantasies aloud.

“You know, you’re the only one I can talk to about all of this,” Talon smiled at last. “Everyone else just thinks I’m a freak if I try and bring it up.”

That made Lucas feel very special. “I love talking about this stuff with you,” he replied honestly.

Talon smiled, pleased to have someone to vent his sexual frustrations with. Then he would continue chatting away, like he had known Lucas for years; like he was a conspirator to help Talon find the greedy, fat girl of his dreams.

“There’s not been much news here. Jay’s been pining for some girl on his course all weekend,” Lucas grumbled to Talon as the guy just got in that Sunday night, having spent a weekend visiting his folks. “He got drunk on Friday night and bored the pants off everyone going on and on about her. He thinks she’s the love of his life.”

Talon smirked. “Which girl is that?” he asked. He seemed to have a gift for remembering faces and names, with a deep interest in people and an understanding of how they ticked.

“He said her name was Sarah,” Lucas shrugged disinterestedly.

Talon laughed aloud. “Sarah Gormad?” he asked with obvious amusement. He shook his head. “What an idiot! Of course that soft boy has fallen for Sarah Gormad! He doesn’t stand a chance!”

Lucas frowned. Jay was a good looking guy: naturally broad and tall with deep, soulful eyes. Surely someone like Jay could have any girl he wanted. “Why?” he jumped in. “What’s so special about this Sarah girl?” he asked, feeling insulted on Jay’s behalf.

Talon looked to the door to check that none of the other guys were about to walk in and overhear them. Only then did he duck his head in slightly and seemingly confide in his housemate. “Sarah’s like me,” he stated simply. “She likes the fatties.”

“Oh!” Lucas gasped quietly. “Are you sure?”

Talon smirked again and nodded with confidence. “I’m sure,” he grinned knowingly.

“But Jay reckons they’re soul mates,” Lucas whispered.

The two boys looked at each other seriously for a moment, then suddenly burst out into fits of laughter at the bizarre nature of it all. They often shared moments like these where they would both lose it over something ridiculous; making Lucas realise that, despite their obvious differences, he and Talon shared the most similar sense of humour in the house. Even though he did not know much about sports, beers, or how to pick up girls, Lucas always felt that Talon enjoyed talking to him more than the other guys they lived with.

“Aw, we shouldn’t laugh!” Talon finally sighed. “Jay is a good pal. If he wants a shot with Sarah, I’m going to make sure he gets it.”

Lucas nodded, despite not sharing Talon’s optimism. If this Sarah girl really was into larger guys, there was no way she’d want to start dating someone completely different to her preference. After all, dating a skinny girl was something he could never imagine Talon doing. Never in a million years!

Over the coming weeks, Lucas noticed Talon starting to take Jay a little under his wing. They were hanging out more and had even started training together at the gym. Talon seemed to be the instigator, always calling out for Jay and taking him here, there and everywhere with him, like he was his new favourite toy. Lucas tried not to feel jealous as he got less and less time for his chats with his secret crush. Instead, it was as if Talon was joined at the hip with Jay, regularly sat down in the lounge area together, watching some dumb noughties sitcom that hadn’t dated especially well.

“Have you noticed?” Talon asked Lucas a few weeks later as an exhausted Jay had fallen asleep on the couch with a beer in his hand. “Our Jay is starting to gain a few pounds.”

Lucas looked across sceptically. Then, suddenly, his eyes widened with realisation, seeing exactly what Talon meant. With his sleepy head falling to one side, a small puddle of fat seemed to have built under his chin, whilst his bloated stomach seemed to be pressing ever so slightly against his t-shirt as his chest rose up and down.

“You see it, don’t you?” Talon asked, as if desperate for confirmation.

“I see it!! Lucas nodded, feeling like now he had noticed it, he wouldn’t ever be able to unsee it again. He thought back to his conversation with Talon about helping Jay to get the girl he was interested in, then tentatively posed the question. “You didn’t have something to do with this?” he asked suspiciously.

“I have no idea what you mean,” Talon smirked. He reached for the football that seemed to always hang around downstairs and threw it directly at Jay’s torso, waking him up with a start. “Come on, buddy. Ben has invited us over for a party. We’ll pick up some supplies on the way.”

“It’s almost midnight,” a groggy Jay replied, trying to make sense of where he was.

“It’s Friday night!” Talon chuckled. “Get your ass up. Ben thinks Sarah might be heading over to the party soon as well.”

With a sigh, Jay slowly stood himself up, no longer needing any more cajoling. Then, with sleepy little steps, he followed his buddy out into the cold, fresh air.

Part of the requirement of Lucas’ course was that he took on a work placement with a company that had been assigned to him by the college. He walked back into the house, after four weeks away, seeing that his presence had been sorely missed. The guys simply didn’t seem to tidy up after themselves unless there was someone around to nag them. He heard the rumblings of someone heading downstairs and suddenly saw Talon smiling and welcoming him home. Just the sight of him made the breath catch in his chest.

“Did you miss me?” Lucas asked jokingly, already knowing that Talon had far too many friends to even notice that Lucas hadn’t been around.

“I did, actually,” Talon nodded, noticing the sarcasm in Lucas’ voice. “There’s been no one around to keep me in check,” he chuckled.

“Why?” Lucas asked, sensing that there was yet another tale of mischief involving Talon that was soon coming his way. “What have you done now?”

“Jay’s a fatty,” Talon simply stated. “Seriously. You won’t believe it when you see him. He’s got love handles and everything.”

Lucas shook his head. “It’s been four weeks,” he replied, not believing for a second that an athletic, six foot guy could suddenly turn into a fat boy in that amount of time.

“Trust me!” Talon grinned wickedly. “He’s getting massive! It’s all in his ass, his love handles and gut,” he explained, modelling the areas he was referencing on his own, fine physique. Then, he suddenly hushed, hearing more footsteps upstairs and the loud rumble of someone else coming down the stairs. Right on cue, Jay was entering the room and, just like that, everything Talon had said seemed to be validated.

Jay seemed fuller in the face from the moment Lucas laid eyes on him. His torso looked somehow puffed-up and the fabric of his t-shirt was clinging, rather unflatteringly against the mass of his middle, as if a gut really was developing underneath there. He greeted Lucas with a hug, then walked on by to the kitchen to fix himself a morning coffee, giving them both a view of his chunky glutes and thighs that seemed oversized, even for his large frame.

“There’s some leftover pizza in the fridge, buddy,” Talon suggested to Jay, who seemed to be considering what to have for his breakfast.

Like a puppet, Jay opened up the refrigerator and pulled out the pizza box, munching away on the almost full pizza that was inside it.

Lucas felt Talon nudge him in his side, as if to get his attention before he spoke to Jay next. “Hey, I was just telling Lucas about that shit tattoo on your shoulder. He’s never seen it before. He had no idea what I was talking about.”

“It’s not a shit tattoo,” Jay frowned, looking like a guy who had been made fun of for his artistic choice many times in the past.

“Let Lucas see it and be the judge of that,” Talon demanded.

With a sigh, Jay turned around and lifted his shirt fully off so that a small celtic-design tattoo could be seen. But Lucas already knew that the artwork wasn’t the real reason why Talon had requested this viewing for him. He could see Talon out of the corner of his eye, nodding his head and willing him to look at the fleshy love handles on Jay’s body, sitting there atop the waistband of his sweatpants, which dug into him surprisingly harshly.

“Um, it…” Lucas tried to comment. “It looks good,” he mumbled, feeling a great swirl of emotions within him.

Talon was grinning beside him, enjoying how flustered Lucas had suddenly become. He strutted over to Jay, as he tried to manouever his t-shirt so that he could put it back on again. But Talon had got to him first, slinging his big arm over the guy’s shoulders and swinging him around so that Lucas could get a look at his chubby torso from the front as well; fuck, that belly button looked deep!

“It’s not even symmetrical,” Talon went on teasingly.

“Well, Sarah likes it,” Jay grumbled defensively, picking a new slice of pizza up.

Talon seemed to be trying his best not to laugh. There was a devious twinkle in his eye and joy written across his entire face. “Yeah, to be fair, Sarah really, really liked looking at his tattoo,” Talon smirked, frowning ever so slightly and letting Lucas know that, just like his viewing today, Sarah hadn’t really been admiring the tattoo at all. “You even got her number, didn’t you, big guy?”

Looking pleased with himself, Jay nodded. “We’re going out for a date a week on Friday.”

“That’s why we’re heading out to the gym this morning,” Talon explained, with his strong arm still wrapped over the chubby boy’s shoulders. “Work on his guns before the big day!”

“Congratulations,” Lucas stuttered, recognising at long last that, whatever wicked game Talon was playing with his friend, it was actually working.

Getting Talon on his own was almost an impossibility over the next few days. He was joined at the hip, either to Jay or one of the other guys. Lucas thought he knew how Talon was doing it, seeing all the protein shakes lined up in the refrigerator that Talon was giving the poor guy after their sessions. He picked one up and opened the lid to sniff it, the cream and sugars instantly hitting his nose. It was hard to imagine just how many calories would be secretly squeezed into them, but it was clearly enough to start packing on a remarkable layer of pudgy fat onto Jay’s body. Lucas tipped one back for a tiny sip and shook his head. How would Jay not even realise that this was no protein shake? It was so thick, so gloopy and sweet, he must have been forcing it down his throat.

Lucas could have blown the whistle on it all, but he had never seriously considered the idea. He tried to convince himself that it was because he saw Talon as such a good friend that he was allowing him to have his fun. But, if Lucas was being honest with himself, he was actually just very curious about it all. It was hard to believe just how fast Talon had made his mark on Jay’s body, and it was incredible to see just how far Talon was willing to go with it. He was utterly wicked, doing this to one of his so-called ‘best friends’ and yet, Lucas couldn’t quite understand why his attraction to the straight boy was getting stronger and stronger.

By the evening of Jay’s first date with Sarah, the guy was looking chubbier than ever. He’d been to the gym that morning with Talon and was now standing by the fridge gulping down his shake with a lot more ease than Lucas had anticipated. Talon was stood to the side of him, watching as every single calorie was taken in. That was when Lucas looked down and saw the biggest shock of his life so far: the strain in the crotch of Talon’s pants. As the handsome boy watched his buddy chugging down the shake, he was actually getting aroused!

His eyes fixated, it didn’t take Talon long to look across and see that Lucas had spotted his erection. “Oi!” he whispered, grinning from ear to ear and throwing the scrunched up dishcloth over so that it hit Lucas in the face. But the feeder was still grinning with delight, not in the least bit ashamed of himself, despite readjusting his crotch, making both of them laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Jay asked, lowering his head after completing the chug and trying to burp up the excess air with at least some discretion.

“Nothing, buddy. Nothing,” Talon smirked, putting his big arm over the overfed boy’s shoulders and guiding him away. “Let’s just go and get you ready for your big date!”

“Jay!” Lucas shouted out, letting the gnawing guilt in his stomach start to get the better of him.

Jay turned around, waiting for whatever it was Lucas wanted to say to him.

Lucas stood there, knowing that he should unmask their wicked housemate for all that he had done; yet he could never bring himself to do it. “Have a great time with Sarah tonight.” He twiddled with his thumbs nervously. “You really do deserve it.”

Later that evening, Talon wandered into the kitchen, seeming like some sort of spare part. “Awh, you don’t know what to do with yourself now Jay has gone out for his date?” Lucas joked, looking at his watch. “I think this is the longest you’ve left him alone in weeks!”

Talon chuckled and sat himself down on the counter, continuing to look forelorn. “I think you might be right,” he nodded with a grin.

“Out of interest, do you happen to know how much weight you managed to pack on him in these last few weeks?” Lucas asked, determined to maintain at least a hint of disapproval in his voice.

“Don’t know,” Talon shrugged, picking up one of the many random bouncy balls in the house and mindleslly throwing it from one hand to the other. “I kept him well away from the scales for obvious reasons…” he laughed. “Forty pounds? Forty-five?”

“Don’t you feel guilty?” Lucas asked, feeling a little exasperated by the glee in Talon’s voice.

“No,” Talon answered simply. “Should I?” he asked back, still with that self-satisfied smirk on his face.

“You secretly made your best friend gain forty-five pounds of pure fat, and you don’t even feel the least bit guilty?”

“No,” Talon repeated with a chuckle. “Jay wanted to date a chubby-chaser girl and I got off on popping a little belly out on him. It was a win-win!”

“You’re evil!” Lucas stated next, unable to help the little laugh that came with it. He stood up and reached into the fridge to grab one of the fattening shakes Talon had been feeding to Jay for all those weeks. “So, what actually is in one of these things?”

“Oh, that’s a top secret recipe. Only the most wicked and evil people in the world get to find stuff like that out,” Talon joked. He was getting turned on just talking about it; Lucas could hear it in his voice, making it sound almost as though he himself was being flirted with.

“I tried a bit of one last week,” Lucas admitted.

“Fuck! Serioudsly?” Talon gasped, suddenly giving Lucas every bit of his attention.

“I wanted to see what all the fuss was about,” he went on, enjoying the surprised look on the handsome boy’s face and suddenly realising just how much he had been craving this one-on-one time with him.

“Shit, man!” Talon laughed. “If you knew what was really in one of those things, you wouldn’t want to touch a drop of it!”

Lucas didn’t know what had got into him. He felt a spike of adrenaline from having shocked Talon so much and wanted a second hit. “You sure about that?” he asked, flipping the spout up and taking down a good few gulps. When he was done, he saw Talon’s eyes wide with alarm and surprise. “What’s got you so concerned?” he asked playfully.

“Did you really just down that after everything I just said about it?” he asked, laughing from shock.

“I dunno. Did I?” Lucas shrugged again, tipping his head back and sucking down more.

“Seriously, dude!” Talon cried.

“Tell me to stop then,” Lucas requested. “Tell me to stop drinking it and I will.” He stared at his friend, wondering what on earth was going on inside that devious and complicated mind of his. “Better do it quickly though… I’m getting thirsty again…”

With Talon’s silence, Lucas did exactly as he had threatened and continued gulping down the shake. He could feel the bottle getting lighter and lighter in his hand. With surprising ease, it was all trickling down his throat. Then, with a look of triumph, he banged the empty bottle down on the table and smirked with delight at his own cleverness. Now he definitely had Talon’s attention.

Lucas tried not to show how tight his tummy felt afterwards. He headed back to his room and groaned as he flopped down on the bed, rubbing his stomach. After a minute or so, he stood up again and went over to his mirror to see if his normally flat middle looked as bloated as it felt. He’d felt a tingling down in his crotch for some time, but upon seeing his uncovered belly looking so unnaturally distended, Lucas now suddenly felt it shift up a gear. He wanted to laugh in amazement. Just what was it about this that felt so damn… erotic? Had it been the look on Talon’s face? Was it the reflection of his swollen body in the mirror now? Or was it the idea of Talon’s mixture inside his body, working away, trying to transform him as it had done Jay? From the moment he started tugging at his hardness, Lucas knew it was going to be an intense orgasm. But what he didn’t realise was that he would need to climax a further four times that night until his body finally felt calm enough to sleep.

“You put appetite stimulants in those shakes, don’t you?” Lucas asked the next morning as he came down to find Talon in the kitchen, grabbing some bread before his park run. He'd been distracted by his headphones, trying to set up a playlist before he left; now viewing Lucas as a whirlwind suddenly decending upon him.

“Umm, yeah,” Talon mumbled awkwardly, surprised to be seeing Lucas opening the refrigerator door so wide and properly crouching down to search for things to eat.

“I’m absolutely starving this morning,” Lucas explained, pulling out everything he thought might help to satisfy his hunger. “Don’t you have to be there for the park run by nine?” he asked, upon standing up and seeing that a dumbfounded Talon was still staring at him in much the same way as last night.

“I was just…” Talon began to mutter awkwardly. He wasn’t usually the type to mumble, not as he was now.

Suddenly, Lucas’ stomach gave a loud and audible rumble, sounding angry and impatient. Lucas rolled his eyes and tutted. “Fuck it!” he cried, reaching back into the refrigerator and finding another one of Jay’s shakes and starting to take it down, knowing that it was probably the only thing that could immediately take his hunger away. He chugged it until he felt his stomach filling up pleasantly; surprised to see that, at that point, over three-quarters of the entire bottle had already disappeared into his body. He licked his lips. Talon’s shakes really were pretty nice after you got used to how thick and heavy they were. He shrugged, tipped his head back once more and finished the rest of it, not wanting to waste anything. Then he threw the empty bottle in the sink and began to lay bacon in a pan for cooking.

Without a word, Lucas heard Talon rummaging around behind him, slowly drifting out to get to his run; clearly still lost for words. In no time at all, Lucas’ bacon began to sizzle. Then, as the front door closed behind Talon, Lucas finally felt free to rub against his crotch at long last, knowing that he would need to jack himself off again before Talon got back.

Jay had not returned home after his date the night before and there was an excited buzz around the house as the lucky boy sent a message to one of the other guys to explain that he was staying with Sarah on Saturday night as well. Things had clearly gone well!

“I think you may have lost your little project!” Lucas teased Talon.

Talon looked confused. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t think we’re going to be seeing as much of Jay now he’s all loved up,” he clarified, picking up a bottle of Jay’s ‘protein’ shake and noting that three new ones had been added that morning. “And after all that effort you put in!”

“I’m just pleased that I could help,” Talon smirked.

“Liar!” Lucas blasted, making Talon laugh and smile broadly. “I saw that boner! You were just getting your rocks off to fattening him up!”

Talon nodded as he continued to chuckle, not denying a single word. Then he suddenly became more serious, with a deliberately flirtatious tone. “You didn’t see it this morning though, did you?”

Lucas tried to bite back his thrill and returned an almost defiantl look back at Talon. “I was too busy frying up my bacon.”

“I noticed!” Talon smiled.

“You know what…” Lucas went on, popping the spout of Jay’s shake and taking a few casual sips. “All your talk of getting off on fattening up Jay…” He took a few more sips, enjoying the fact that he could make Talon hang on his every word. “...It’s all bullshit!” he laughed. “All you’re doing is adding a few hidden calories into his diet.”

Lucas had to lift the bottle a little higher to take a few more sips now. Talon simply stared at him, grinninng at the fact that his housemate was calling him out on his technique.

“You wouldn’t actually know what to do if someone came up to you and asked you to fatten them up properly. If they were holding you to account for it and checking on the scales to see if all your sneaky little methods really work.”

Talon playfully shrugged his muscular shoulders. “No, I guess you’re right there. I’ve never… overtly fattened someone up like that.”

Feeling vindicated, Lucas held the boy’s eye contact and threw his head back a little to drain even more of the shake . “I thought not,” he grinned, taking Talon’s mixture with him to finish off while he worked on his very long and very boring assignment that evening.

Lucas finally got the chance to meet the infamous Sarah the following weekend. Everyone else in the house had only taken a vague interest in the goings on in Jay’s love life, but Lucas, along with Talon, had stayed downstairs trying to be as sociable as possible the entire evening.

Jay hadn’t been to the gym with Talon all week and it seemed to show. His face had started to take on a doughy puffiness to it and his clothes appeared to fit with a strange awkwardness around his butt and especially around his waist. The poor boy had simply been passed from one feeder’s hands and into another’s.

If Talon hadn’t told Lucas that Sarah was into larger guys, Lucas still thought that he would have been able to work it out for himself. The girl couldn’t keep his hands off Jay. Perhaps that was normal for a couple who had only been together for such a short time, but it was where Sarah was touching him that most attracted Lucas’ attention. Her fingers drifted over the fleshiest parts of his body, never failing to cup his newly padded up butt whenever he stood up. They seemed to be in the midst of a whirlwind romance, recounting all of the things they had done together that week; every one of them seeming to revolve around having food out at some place or another. Talon had appeared to notice that as well, giving Lucas a sly grin as they both turned to look at each other, thinking exactly the same thing.

Being in that room with the three of them, Lucas felt like he was slowly boiling in a cooking pot. His heart was racing and his dick, although not rock hard, felt like it was filling with warm blood. He took himself for a break to the kitchen, leaning up against the counter and trying to rationalise it all in his brain. Perhaps it was the fact that Talon was in there with them. Lucas felt himself fantasising about the sexy guy touching his body in the same way that Sarah was now doing with Jay. He started to wish that he had the sort of softness that Talon would go crazy for.

Reaching into the fridge, Lucas grabbed one of the special shakes and drained it. What had been a curious way to get Talon’s attention all week had just become something his dick and his growling stomach now screamed for. He opened his throat and released the accidentally swallowed air in one long and discreet burp; then tipped up a second shake, consuming it with a lustful desperation that he had never known before. Two whole shakes and he still wasn’t satisfied, searching in the cupboard for cookies or treats; something that might help to scratch the incredible itch that he now had. His stomach was bloating. He could see the shape of it under his shirt. Each day this week, it had looked more and more extreme than the last. He could take more. He could do it.

There was still one more shake in the fridge, but now some of the guys were walking in after coming back from the bar. Talon was coming in too, chatting to one of them when his eyes seemed to spot the empty containers of shake now discarded by the sink. He looked over at Lucas and raised his eyebrows, smirking with surprise.

Lucas squirmed a little. Up until now, he had felt so in control of this. Now he felt almost embarrassed to have been caught in the act. The guys were all chatting around him, yet Talon’s smirk seemed to penetrate right into Lucas’ very soul. The sexy guy reached into the fridge for a beer, slying and casually passing Lucas the final shake, as if he had known that his hungry housemate had wanted it. He positioned his tall, imposing body in front of Lucas as he continued to chat with the other guys, shielding him from view in a very deliberate way that would allow Lucas to drink it down without the others seeing and questioning why he was having it.

Lucas turned his back, lifted the bottle and chugged, feeling his stomach getting tighter than ever before. At one point, after he had snuck away, he thought he might even be sick. He took himself upstairs and lingered in the bathroom for a moment, until he realised that he could indeed keep it down. He needed to sleep though, and, although he couldn’t be certain, he was fairly sure that an entirely new batch of shakes would be ready and waiting for him by the morning.

“Ten pounds,” Lucas announced one morning in the middle of the following week. He smiled pleasantly, knowing that Talon wouldn’t need any further context to know what he was referring to.

There came that grin and the devilish twinkle in Talon’s eyes. “Not a bad start…” he considered playfully. “I had noticed your…” he nodded down at Lucas’ middle.

Lucas immediately began to rub at his stomach. What he had considered to be nothing more than a simple bloat was clearly something a lot more serious, given how it remained in place, even that morning.

“You may notice a slight difference in the taste of the shakes from today,” Talon went on. “I’m trying something new to see how it works.”

Lucas had intended his announcement that he had gained ten pounds to draw a line under the whole matter; a way to take back some control of the situation. He’d tried Talon’s shakes and they had worked. He’d clearly gained weight, both on the scales and in his slightly altered body shape. Case closed. Yet, seeing the way Talon was so quietly thrilled, Lucas’ resolve to quit was slowly ebbing away.

“We’ll have to start thinking about your clothes in a couple of weeks,” Talon went on. “Especially if these new shakes work out the way I think they will. Some of your stuff is already looking a little… distressed,” he smiled, genuinely delighted with himself.

Lucas’s heart raced. Was it the fact that Talon had been taking a keen interest in his body over the last two weeks, or was it the way he had suggested that he wanted to be involved in picking out new clothes for him to wear?

Talon looked over Lucas’ shoulder to check that no one else was lingering around. “I’ve got to ask this,” he whispered slyly. “May I see it?” Then, with that, he glanced quickly down at Lucas’ middle, leaving him in no doubt about what he was referring to.

Peering to check for himself, Lucas inhaled and braced himself. He lifted his shirt just a little; enough for Talon to see that his stomach muscles had been coated and the thickening middle was a more permanent feature than just a simple bloat.

Talon bit down on his bottom lip. “Oh… shit!” he marvelled. His large hands twitched, like he wanted to reach out and touch, but he resisted.

Lucas grabbed at the softening flesh around his waist. He now understood everything Talon had said in the past about fat; it really was erotic to feel that blubber under the skin. It was the reason why his next sentence seemed to bypass his brain entirely. “I think I want more,” he whispered, gazing longingly into Talon’s eyes as if he was the only person in the whole world who could fulfil that wish.

“How much more?” Talon asked, with a lustful urgency to his voice.

“I want a proper belly,” Lucas replied, picturing it in his head. “I want to be bigger than Jay. I think I could be huge.” Still feeling the fresh fat invading his stomach, Lucas’ lust began to overtake him. “I’m starting to think…. I think I want to be soft and squishy everywhere!”

“Oh, fuck!” Talon cried, losing all composure, his hands writhing with longing, until at last they strapped themselves onto Lucas’ hips and he pulled him in for the most passionate kiss that there had ever been.

Within moments, a shake had been pulled from the refrigerator and handed to Lucas. He tipped his head back, trying to keep a keen eye on the horny guy in front of him and then swallowed with expertise.

“Shit!” Talon gasped, watching Lucas’ stomach bloating before his very eyes. “Look at you!”

Lucas burped discreetly, feeling the relief instantly, even as the shake was completed. “I want another!” he announced, pleased that his stomach wasn’t feeling even slightly full yet.

“Come on,” Talon whispered, pulling Lucas by his hand until he reached the refrigerator. He passed him another bottle to hold, then grabbed one himself and pulled Lucas through the living space and into his bedroom on the first floor. Once inside, the door was closed and the horny boy put the bottles to the side, pulling off both of their shirts and kissing Lucas with even more passion than before. In those moments, Lucas felt as though the world only existed for the two of them. Talon’s kisses were so intense, his large, roaming hands so skilled and effective, Lucas felt like he would never want to leave this room again.

After a minute or so, Talon’s intense arousal seemed to overspill into a need for action. He reached out for one of the bottles and popped the spout ready.

“Head back. Open your mouth,” the horny guy gently whispered, getting ready to tip it in. He seemed to shudder with lust when Lucas gladly did as he had requested. His free hand rubbed all over the swelling body, roaming from place to place like a kid at a candy store. “You’re amazing!” he breathed, seeing the contents of the bottle getting sucked down with increible speed.

Now Lucas was feeling it. The first shake had barely touched the sides, but this second one had left its mark. He wriggled uncomfortably and tried to turn slightly away from Talon so that he could burp up some of the gas. Talon simply lay his big hand on his back, as if to help. Then, in one giant, epic flow, the swallowed air came rolling up Lucas’ throat, catching him completely off-guard. Unlike the other guys in this house, Lucas wasn’t accustomed to burping in front of an audience, especially in such an extreme and noisy manner. But Talon seemed to love it, nuzzing his nose against the side of Lucas’ cheek and whispering ‘well done’ as if he now felt closer to him than ever before.

By the time Talon’s pants came down and the hunk’s thick, oversized hardness went on display, Lucas felt ready for the third shake. This time, he took the reins himself, sipping it down bit by bit whilst Talon stroked both of their erections. Lucas knew he couldn’t last long in this situation and, by the sounds and horny looks Talon was giving him, the athletic guy wasn’t going to last much longer either. By the time they both came, Lucas had leaned right back into Talon’s side, tipping the last few drops down his throat and wishing, more powerfully than ever before that he would one day have the capacity to keep going: to be Talon’s ultimate glutton.

Lucas had never imagined just how erotic it would feel to have his stomach stretched and admired as much as it was over the coming weeks. Despite Talon’s hedonistic, self-gratifying manner, Lucas could tell that the guy had fallen for him, hard. He could see the love in Talon’s eyes every single time they spoke; he felt cared for; worshipped even. And, perhaps best of all, there was very quickly a lot more of him for the big hunk to love. Just as Talon had promised him, the shakes and the food were packing on an ever thickening layer of blubber across his entire body. The mass of it was building in his stomach and spreading outwards into his glutes and thighs; not to mention his face, arms and chest. Very soon, his small pauch would pop out enough to become his actual belly, and neither of them could wait. It was almost unbelievable just how fast it was all happening; how quickly a guy could go from ‘fit’ to pure fat.

“This is more weight than you put on Jay now, don’t you think?” Lucas asked, enoying a naked Talon jiggling and kissing his new belly fat from down below as he himself lay on his back, completely satisfied after the most incredible sex they’d had yet. Talon truly was a master at everything he set his mind to. It was why his body was so sculpted, why his college assignments always came back with top grades (even with seemingly minimal effort) and why Lucas’ waistline already felt so absolutely out of control since his new lover had taken over his diet.

“I’d say so,” Talon agreed, lost in awe as he played with and admired the plush softness that he had created in Lucas’ stomach. “Although Sarah is definitely making her mark. When I saw Jay the other day his ass was looking…”

“Huge!” Lucas finished for him, nodding with complete agreement. “How has Sarah even done that? How has she got him to gain so much just on his ass?”

“It’s nothing more than genetics,” Talon shrugged. “Some people simply store fat differently to others. I could tell quite quickly that Jay was going to be a bit more padded in his rear than most. It’s one of the many things Sarah absolutely loves about his fatter body.”

“You talked to Sarah about all this?” Lucas asked in surprise. “Does she know what you did?”

“Of course,” Talon chuckled, as if he was surprised that Lucas didn’t already know that. “I picked up a lot of information about him that she needed to know: his favourite fatty foods, bad eating habits, his usual eating schedule. It’s important. I wrote it all down for her, even before their first date.”

Lucas’ eyes popped with even more surprise. He’d always assumed that Talon had just been having fun with Jay. He never realised how specifically he had targetted him. “Does that mean you keep notes on how to fatten me up?” Lucas asked, feeling strangely aroused by the idea.

Taon smirked, not answering straight away. “Of course I do,” he smiled. “With Jay, it was just a few scribbled sheets of information. But I’ve got an entire notebook on you,” he laughed, resuming his kissing of Lucas’ belly; only looking back up as he felt Lucas’ resurrected hardness tapping him on his broad chest. “I’m guessing that someone quite likes that idea?” he whispered in his deep, sexy voice.

“What if someone ever accidentally reads that notebook though?” Lucas asked in a slight panic.

Talon simply laughed at the idea and couldn’t have seemed more laid back about it if he had tried. “Well then, they would read in great detail all about how your very wicked, evil feeder is deliberately turning you into his perfect, chubby piggy!” he whispered seductively, kissing and jiggling the new blubber even more.

Overcome by lust for the idea, Lucas shot out with the only request his horny mind could focus on. “Talon, I want you to make my ass fatter than Jay’s!”

Talon smiled, as if he had planned everything perfectly; as if he had known weeks in advance that Lucas would make this demand of him. “You really don’t need to worry about that,” he grinned. “I know exactly what I’m going to do to you.” He laughed. “It’s all there, in black and white, all the way through my notebook!”

With that, strong Talon effortlessly twisted Lucas’ hips over so that the chubby guy was very suddenly lying on his front instead. Talon moaned in appreciation, Lucas’ thicker butt now level with his face. Lucas started giggling as the handsome man began kissing and worshipping his large glutes, feeling ever so slightly ticklish. Talon sighed with awe and lust, marvelling as Lucas’ ass got softer and squishier with each passing day.

“Trust me, Lucas, I’ve got BIG plans for this thing!”

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Sunsets and footballers (Part 69)

Jordan Nobbs x Leah Williamson (12)

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Immediately following Part 65 with Leah and Jordan.

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Leah POV

Leah woke to excited kisses on her face, expressed with an overeager tongue. She chuckled herself awake as Blu attacked her in a way she hadn’t experienced in a while. She turned her head away but he persisted.

“Alright, alright, I’m up Blu.” She said, sitting from where she’d been lying in YFN’s bed. They’d almost fallen asleep on the couch, but her cramps and Jordan’s empathetic looking after her had kept them awake until the end of the movie. They’d both reluctantly parted ways, but at least she was allowed to stay over. She took the win with that.

“You’re such a pain, you are,” she teased as she pet Blu. He rolled onto his back, his short legs bent as he offered his belly for her to rub. He always did love belly rubs. “Argh, I missed you.” She groaned into his belly as she kissed him.

She heard footsteps in the kitchen and yelled out. “Did you send him in here?!”

Jordan poked her head into the room with a smirk. She was always so happy in the mornings, no matter how tired she may have felt. “Well he couldn't reach the door handle by himself, Lea.”

“You little sneak,” she replied with a grin.

“Breakfast?”

“Yes please, I’ll be out in a minute.”

She shrugged. “Take your time, the shower is right there. It’ll be good for your body…”

For her endo.

Leah nodded in a grateful agreement from where she was half-sitting up, still rubbing Blu’s belly. “Thanks Jord.”

She showered making sure to soak in the warm water and when she returned to YFN’s bedroom, a few of Leah’s old clothes were on the bed. Clothes she hadn’t seen in over a year. Her heart sunk knowing that Jordan had kept them this entire time. She put her old clothes on and smelled them. It smelled like the laundry liquid they use to use when they lived together in London. She made her way out to the kitchen where Jordan was plating up breakfast.

“Good timing! I was just finishing,” she smiled and then paused with the spatula in her hand at the question on Leah’s face. She sighed. “I couldn’t bring myself to throw them out. I have a few more of your clothes if you’d like me to pack them up for you.”

The offer made her heart sink even further. “No… no you keep them.” She replied quickly and then followed up with an excuse. “I mean, who knows, I might need them for another sleepover if I’m lucky.”

“If you’re lucky,” she murmured as her attention went back to plating up the food. Leah couldn’t help but see the satisfied look on her face from her answer though – like she wanted to keep her clothes.

They sat at the dining room table.

“Oh, I forgot the cutlery,” Jordan said as she put their plates down.

“I’ve got it.” Leah collected the silverware from the kitchen and was about to return as Blu hopped excitedly towards her. Seeing him so eager to play with her and actually remember her was everything to Leah. She faked a jump towards him and then ran around the kitchen counter, Blu in pursuit with his tiny legs. Jordan laughed amusedly from the table.

“He’s actually catching me!” Leah exclaimed.

“He’s gotten quicker!”

She let him chase her around the island a few times until Blu began to wear out and that’s when she let him catch her. She faked falling down and he leapt on her with more kisses. It was perfect.

She sat up and kissed and pet him as if making up for lost time. “I really, really missed him.” She admitted. Leah was always stoic, always had her emotions in check. Only with Jordan had she ever properly opened up, and for the past year, she’d closed that emotional side out to deal with not having her around. And so it was hard for her to open up, to admit her feelings, to admit she missed him and Jordan and their life, but she did it because she trusted that her vulnerable self would be safe with her. It always had been, even before they were together.

“Do you want to see him more?” Jordan asked. Leah looked up from her place on the ground. What exactly was she offering?

“I’d like to see you both more.”

“I’d like that too, but Lea, I… I need time.”

Jordan was sticking up for herself. She was proud of her.

“I know, Jord. Take as much time as you need – I’m here to stay. Whatever you want, whatever you need.”

Jordan played with the eggs on her plate. “It’s a bit harder now that we’re in different cities…”

Leah knew she was looking for reassurance. “YFN and Lucy do just fine in different countries.”

“They’ve been through a lot in a small amount of time,” she sighed, suddenly empathetic for them. Jordan was always the one who felt more and wasn’t afraid to show it. “Lucy messaged me this morning. She’s organising a surprise party for YFN’s birthday.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, she sort of threw out the idea of us both going to London today to meet up with them.”

“YFN won’t be suspicious? It is a ‘surprise’ party, right?”

“Yeah, but Lucy has worked it so she’ll be busy all day with players and things, which will give her a chance to chat to them all while she’s distracted. Something about us going into the Lumos office?”

“Oh, she was saying she had that pencilled in for this week sometime… wait, was it Lucy who invited the girls over to their house last night?”

Jordan smirked. “Yeah, she’s so sneaky. She had a few of the girls ask YFN about interviews and photos, and then suggest today because it’s everyone’s day off after the matches yesterday.”

“The confidence of that woman. How sneaky,” she agreed.

“I think she has to be to avoid YFN finding out. She’s really good at picking up on things,” she smiled at her plate.

Leah wondered at her expression. “Do you miss her being around?”

Jordan nodded. “Yeah, but I know London is best for her right now. I do wonder if she’ll come back to Birmingham and live when she’s healed. I hope she does. She’s really good to be around. She makes me a better person, and she’s always there for me.” She cleared her throat as if she’d opened up too much. Her eyes met Leah’s and just as quickly flickered away.

“What about your birthday?” Leah murmured. It was also coming up soon, just a week after YFN’s.

“It’s a joint birthday that Lucy is planning. She knows YFN and I would both love that. And I’m not too fussed on surprises…”

Jordan distracted herself by pushing the food around her plate, though Leah knew that look on her face. She was turning 31 and didn’t want to admit how it made her feel.

Leah reached out hesitantly and laid her hand over Jordan’s. She paused her actions and stared at their hands, smiling smally. They both knew what it meant.

“Lea… do you want to go to Lumos today with me?”

“Yeah… yeah alright,” Leah chuckled nervously, not expecting the offer. More time with Jordan.

“I’ll text YFN…” Jordan said as she withdrew her hand and typed the message.

“Do you have training tomorrow? You can stay the night if you’d like.”

Their eyes met and they both spoke without words. Were they ready for that? Another night together? Should she stay at Lucy and YFN’s or Katie and Caitlin’s instead? Would it be too much to be in Leah’s apartment again? Jordan’s phone dinging broke their thoughts.

“Oh… it’s a pet party. She going to do a whole lot of interviews with everyone’s dogs and cats. She asked if we could bring Blu-” Jordan said, ending the sentence abruptly at the face that she said ‘we could bring Blu’ and not ‘I could bring Blu.’ Leah felt like her heart was simultaneously healing, and feeling like it might explode all at once. Jordan looked up at her. “Can Blu stay too?”

Leah was nodded before she ended the sentence. “Of course he can. I think we should bring one of his little outfits to wear for the interview too.”

“Well we do want him to be comfy, right?” She teased.

Leah did the dishes while Jordan packed her overnight bag and clothes for the interview. During that time, YFN had called for an ETA, and during the conversation had offered for Lucy and YFN to drop Jordan at her house on their way through to Manchester the next day, to save Jordan the drive. She sounded a bit flustered with the last minute chaos that was unknowingly instigated by Lucy, but she tended to work quickly and efficiently, so they both knew the call was because she didn’t have time to text.

“See you two soon! Love you!”

They packed the car, moving symbiotically like they used to. Leah packed YFN’s things, Jordan packed her clothes, Leah went back for Blu and his things while Jordan did another once over through the apartment to make sure nothing was left behind or left on. Then, they were on their way. Leah’s country music began to play through the speakers and she was caught unawares, fiddling with the buttons to change it. Jordan caught her fingers with her own.

“It’s okay, I miss this.” She smiled as she let her fingers stroke Leah’s reassuringly before letting go. Her skin felt it was tingling and she immediately wanted her to touch her again. The sudden closeness wasn’t at all unwelcome, though it did make Leah nervous in the best possible way. She had three more hours in a car with Jordan and another night together in her London apartment. The thought made her smile as they began to talk.

They drove straight to Leah’s apartment, only stopping once for Blu along the way, though he was good as usual and slept for most of the drive. It had been just like it was when they were together, though this time, Leah appreciated Jordan more. The way she spoke about things she loved, the way she misunderstood jokes, the way she sung, and way that she laughed. She despised herself for ever taking Jordan’s company for granted.

The worried tension that Leah held in her shoulders eased also, her not having realised that she’d been so on her game to make sure she didn’t make a mistake with her. Now it was back to the good old days. Just the two of them.

Leah drove them straight to her apartment where they unpacked and got changed for the media. She noticed Jordan trying to hide the fact that she was looking around to see if anything changed but it hadn’t. Leah made sure she’d kept her apartment the exact same as when they’d both furnished and rearranged it together. It never felt like home without her and so it made sense to her to keep it the same.

They arrived at Lumos to a car park ridiculously packed, with several cars they noticed. Someone guided them in and as soon as Leah had parked, they both looked at each other as if to say ‘what have we gotten ourselves into?’

A Lumos worker greeted them and led them to the entrance. They followed the sound and found the large, main room full of office desks there, though nobody was working. Everybody was standing, drinks in hands and food being walked around. It was like an office party. A very large office party. Since when did they have so many employees?

Many heads turned towards them, some they knew and some they didn’t, though none of the Lumos staff or players managed to beat Jen Beattie to the pair.

“O Captain, my Captain,” she grinned as she approached. “Jordy! How are you?”

Jen took them both into a hug at the same time and Leah enjoyed being pushed up against Jordan, her arm coming around her and lightly pressing her back. She looked down and saw her little smirk.

The three split as Beth shouted her way over.

“Hello you two! Y’alright?” She grinned and let Jordan know how much she missed her with a hug. “Has anyone give you the rundown?”

“No…” Jordan admitted.

Beth gave Jen a look.

“Hey, I barely had time for a hug before you smashed your way over.”

Beth took in a deep breath as if to prepare herself for a speech. “Alright well these are the offices and conference rooms, that one up the end is YFN’s but I don’t think she’s seen it yet… the company did it as a surprise but she’s been so bloody busy that I think Lucy rolled her right past it,” they laughed at the idea of Lucy pushing her wheelchair past it knowing how embarrassed she would have been, “and everybody is downstairs in the studio, so we’ll head down there.. everyone’s been waiting for you two you know! Let’s go!” She started walking. “Oh and the wall…” she pointed to the large purple wall covered in signatures made with yellow markers. Players upon players.

“…that’s so cool…” Jordan interrupted. Leah agreed. It was definitely something.

“…yeah YFN wants everyone to sign it so you can do that when you get back but for now let’s just go find the woman of the hour.”

Leah and Jen rolled their eyes at each other and laughed at Beth overeager as per usual. They followed her towards the music blaring from the basement not knowing what to expect, though whatever they expected couldn’t have exactly prepared them for the chaos of the Lumos content studio and the amount of players that were there.

“Oh… shit.” Jordan said with wide eyes as she reached out and clutched onto Leah's hand.

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Scared

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Summary: A fight between you and your fiancé spirals out of control.

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: angst. Slight mentions of abuse? Not major but still there. Flinching. Couples fighting. Arguments. Cuts. Blood. Crying. Please let me know if I missed anything!

Pairings: Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky x fem!reader

It had been a day from hell since this morning. First, Ice’s alarm hadn’t gone off, making him almost late for work. Then, he had to scramble out the door and was left without his morning coffee. You could only assume that this would make him extremely upset. With Tom’s recent promotion came an abundance of new responsibilities. You should have expected that these responsibilities would cause him to have to work insane hours just to keep up. You prayed that today would be an easy day. He could definitely use it after this morning.

You had spent your day cleaning the house and running errands. By the end of the day, you were exhausted, having had a terrible sleep the night before. Now, you were starting on dinner for the two of you. You were making Tom’s favorite; a creamy alfredo penne pasta with steamed carrots on the side. It was his mother's recipe and you knew that she would always use it to cheer her son up. You were hoping that it would work in this instance as well. You followed the recipe exactly, not wanting anything else to go wrong today. The sauce was now finished and simmering on the stove while the pasta and carrots finished.

Just as you moved to strain the pasta, you heard the front door open before slamming harshly. You mentally cursed, knowing that his day at work must not have been easy. Trying to find a positive in the situation, you focused on the fact that he was home early for once. You quickly set the table before untying your apron and setting it on the back of your chair. Just as you glanced up, Ice walked into the room. He barely spared you a glance as he moved to set his papers on the counter. Normally, you would ask him not to, but given the current situation, you bit your tongue.

Tom turned back around and sat at the table. “How was your day?” You questioned quietly. He sipped on his water slowly as you waited for him to answer. You returned to the food, pulling the pot of pasta off the burner and moving to strain it.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” He finally spoke. Instinctively, you froze in your spot. The only time that you had heard that tone before was at the O club when somebody who had gotten too handsy with you. Never had it been directed at you, however. You dished the two of you up in silence, eyes trained firmly on the plates in front of you. Wordlessly, you set the plate down in front of Ice.

You took a seat across from him as he began eating. You waited for him to say something, anything, to reassure you that the meal was good. When he said nothing, a soft sigh escaped you. You began eating your own food, getting lost in your head as you thought of ways to salvage the day. The two of you finished your meal in silence. The only sounds that could be heard throughout the room were the sounds of forks scraping and soft breathing.

Before you knew it, you were clearing the table and moving the dishes to the sink. Tom brought his papers to the table and began shuffling through them. At least he didn’t run away as soon as his plate was empty. The pair of you continued to work in silence. It was once again silent in the kitchen, like it had been for most of the evening. You had almost finished washing up the dishes when it happened. If you ever needed proof that a person created what they feared, this was a perfect example.

You tensed as the glass that you were putting away slipped out of your hand. It was as if time stopped as it moved toward the ground. The sound of glass shattering echoed throughout the entire kitchen, causing you to freeze instantly. The next thing you knew Ice was throwing his reading glasses onto the table and pushing himself out of his chair. You waited with bated breath for what he was going to say. “Are you serious?” Your eyebrows shot up instantly. What the hell did he mean by that? It’s not like you meant to drop the glass.

“Tom, I’m sorry, but-“ He held his hand up. With one motion, your words died in your throat. You swallowed quietly. You weren't scared of him but after the events of today, you had no idea what to expect.

When his hand lowered, you were left staring at a man that you hadn’t seen before. There was a dark look in his eyes that was unnerving. You swallowed slightly as you waited for him to speak. “How hard is it to put a glass in the cupboard?” His question left you baffled. Did he seriously blame you for this? You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you didn’t notice the blood trickling down your leg. A piece of glass must have cut you. “My god.” He exclaimed roughly, dragging a hand up to run through his hair. What happened next left both of you stunned.

At the sudden movement of his hand, you jumped, moving back and knocking into the counter. Ice slowly brought his hand down, staring at you in shock. Any trace of annoyance was wiped from his face, replaced with what could only be described as concern. You stared at him in pure fear, your hands shaking steadily at your sides. Tears sprung to your eyes as you realized what had happened. “Baby I’m so sorry,” Tom whispered. You continued to stare at each other as the tears made their way down your face. When he moved to step closer to you, you shook your head with a sob. He instantly froze, not wanting to hurt you anymore than he already had. “Honey, you know I would never, ever hurt you. You know that, right?” You could only nod, tears still trailing down your cheeks.

You slowly moved away from the counter and towards the exit of the kitchen. Ice watched you with tears lining his own eyes as you moved out of the room. “I just need some space.” You whispered shakily. He could still clearly hear the fear in your voice. He could only nod as you walked out of the kitchen, hearing you rush up the stairs moments later. Ice spent the next few hours sitting at the table, head between his hands as he thought of ways to make it up to you. What killed him the most was knowing that you were upstairs, scared of him and crying because of what he did. He needed to figure out how to fix this.

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Chapter Summary - Spencer and Maeve get into a heated argument moments before Daisy’s birthday party in which Spencer is finally forced to face his real feelings over his ex. You overhear more than you bargained for.

A/N - I don’t know if it was ever stated how old the Simmons kids were, if it was I certainly wasn’t paying attention. This was a guess.

Pairing - Single Dad! Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

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

Warnings - swearing, drinking, talk of cheating, arguing, confessed feelings, overheard conversations, tears, drunk Spencer, vomit, mommy JJ to the rescue.

WC - 5.8k

Chapter 12 - Let it Hurt

Seven forty two in the morning,

Eight seconds before it all sinks in.

Put your best face on for the world,

Fake another smile and just pretend.

But you're just puttin' off the pain,

Nothing's ever really gonna change.

Spencer arrived at Rossi’s early and spent the entire morning slaving over decorations and readying the house for the onslaught of teenagers due to descend upon Rossi’s pristine mansion this afternoon.

He was exhausted before the party even started.

He hung banners and streamers from almost every inch of the ceiling. He set up a large table that took up most of his yard with food and paper plates.

Rossi restocked his fridge with soda bottles from the garage and beers and wine for the adults.

Spencer wrapped a ridiculous amount of presents, the divorced parent guilt making him spend an exuberant amount of money on his eldest daughter.

JJ arrived a few hours before the party and rewrapped them all as she told him they looked like the dog had done it.

They had around a half hour to spare once the house was set up. Rossi had retreated to his study to recoup before his house was flooded with teens.

Spencer and JJ sat in his backyard, JJ indulging in a glass of wine while he had one small scotch just to take the edge off.

He could see her staring at the side of his face while he sipped from the tumbler and eventually he sighed and turned to look at her.

“What?”

“You’re nervous.” She had that knowing glint in her eye.

“You becoming a profiler was the worst thing that ever happened to me, do you know that?” His words caused her to laugh.

“And now you’re deflecting.” She smugly sipped her wine.

“My ex-wife and her boyfriend are going to be here today. My ex-wife who I haven’t spent more than a few minutes with since she moved out of our home. Of course I’m nervous. I’m kinda glad we decided to do it here actually, I couldn’t imagine her spending that much time in my house. The house she destroyed with her betrayal.” He finished his scotch but it didn’t help the way he’d hoped.

“Has it ever occurred to you to move?” She cocked an eyebrow at him, regarding him curiously.

“I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.” He confessed with another sigh. “I thought painting would help. I thought about asking Morgan to help me just gut the place. But changing the facade isn’t going to erase the memories that house holds.”

“A fresh start would be good for you all. Especially with your blossoming new relationship.” JJ wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, leaning over and nudging his shoulder with her own.

“I don’t know about that.” He shook his head. “I don’t think it’s going to last with Y/N.”

“But she’s coming to the party? She’s going to meet your kids?”

“Yeah that might have been an error in judgement.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t want it to end, it’s not like I actively want this to fall apart.”

“So why do you think it's going to?” She frowned at him.

“I’ve done the family thing. I don’t want to do it again.” He sighed deeply. “I told her I wasn’t sure if I’d ever want anymore kids but that wasn’t true. Jennifer, I don’t want more kids. Not now, not ever. I love Daisy and Lily with all my heart but I don’t want anymore. I don’t want to get married again, I don’t want any of it. I am crazy about her and I would happily spend the rest of my life with her. But marriage and more kids aren’t in my future. But they are in hers.”

“Shit,” she sipped her wine. “Shit.”

“Yeah.” He groaned, reaching across and grabbing her glass from her hand.

She let him take it and watched him down the entire glass in one.

“You don’t like white wine.” She rolled her eyes.

“I do not.” He pulled a face as he swallowed. “That was disgusting.”

“You’ve gotta talk to her, you know? Probably before she meets your daughters.”

“That’s gonna be kinda hard don’t you think? What am I meant to do just wait by the door for her to arrive and turn her away? God I’ve fucked up, I need another drink.” He pushed himself up and JJ was quick to do the same.

Before he could pass her towards the kitchen she grabbed his arm.

“That is not a good idea.” She tugged him back. “You’re about to host a birthday party for your daughter, do you really want to be drunk for that?”

“Yes?” He pulled a face with a shrug.

“Trust me when I say you don’t.” She chuckled. “Maybe once the party is over and the kids have gone back to Maeve’s, but not right now.”

He heaved a large sigh which told her he conceded even if he wasn’t happy about it.

“Will you get drunk with me after the party?” He asked a little meekly.

“Sounds like a date.” She smiled at him. “I’m sure we can even get the others on board.”

“That would be good, I need that.” He nodded just as the doorbell rang.

He checked his watch and frowned as he still had fifteen minutes until people were supposed to show up.

“Why are people always early?” He grumbled, heading to the back door but once again JJ stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

When he turned back to her she was proffering a packet of mints his way with a small smile.

“You don’t want Maeve or the kids smelling wine on your breath.” She deposited one in his hand.

He nodded his thanks and popped the mint in his mouth as he continued through the back door and towards the front.

When he opened the door she was smiling at him over a cake which was at least four times the size of his head.

“You’re early.” He grumbled, stepping aside to let his ex in Rossi’s house.

“I wanted to see what you’d done before the party kicked off.” Maeve followed him inside.

“Didn’t trust me to throw my own kid a birthday party?” He huffed as they headed to the kitchen where JJ was fussing over some food in the oven.

“Can we not do this today?” Maeve sighed as she set the cake on the counter.

“Do what?”

“The passive aggressiveness. Can you just take one day off from hating me so we can celebrate our daughter's birthday?”

Spencer was going to argue, Maeve knew it and JJ knew it too. JJ came around the kitchen island and stood between the two of them.

“Where is the birthday girl?” JJ intervened before Spencer could say anything. “Spence, take the cake out to the yard.”

Spencer huffed like a child, JJ half expected him to stamp his foot. But he did as he was told and picked up the cake, retreating back outside.

“Bobby took the girls for ice cream. They're going to head over in a bit. She actually believes we aren’t doing anything for her on her birthday.” Maeve giggled. JJ did not.

JJ not so secretly harboured a lot of ill will towards Maeve for the pain she’d caused her best friend. She didn’t try to hide it, didn’t try to pretend to like her.

Even if Spencer wouldn’t admit how much Maeve’s infidelity had hurt him JJ could see right through him. And so she didn’t try to make a habit of hiding her disdain towards the other woman.

“Ok.” She replied, heading back towards the oven to put another batch of party food inside.

Maeve looked around uncomfortably, half wishing she’d come with Bobby and the girls and not on her own. Perhaps this whole party had been a terrible idea.

Nonetheless she found herself gravitating towards the yard where Spencer was straightening place settings that didn’t need straightening just to avoid going back in the house and talking to her.

He heard her step out onto the deck but refused to look up, instead kept focused on the table.

“The place looks great, Daisy is really going to love it.” She didn’t dare come closer, staying firmly on the decking.

“Glad you approve.” He scoffed.

“Spencer,” Maeve sighed. “Is it too much to ask for you to be civil for one day?”

His eyes suddenly snapped up at her, his movements halting.

“Was it too much to ask my wife not to cheat on me?” He bit back.

“I don’t know what else I can say for you to see how sorry I am. I tried to fix things, you’re the one who kicked me out. You’re the one who didn’t want to work on things.”

“What was there to work on?” He raised his voice. “You were fucking another man behind my back for three years, Maeve! You really think we could have come back from that?”

“I hurt you, I get it. And I am sorry for that, but at some point you have to get over it, Spencer!”

“You didn’t hurt me.” He rolled his eyes. “You hurt Daisy. You hurt Lily. You didn’t hurt me.”

The raised voices caught JJ’s attention. She sighed to herself as she set the oven timer, rounded the island once more and headed for the back door ready to break this up before the kids arrived.

She got halfway across the kitchen when she heard a tentative knock at the front door. She glanced back towards it before looking back at Spencer and Maeve.

Hopefully they could refrain from murdering each other while she answered the door.

With any luck it would be Will and the boys and hopefully Henry and Michael could cheer up their uncle Spencer.

She padded through the house towards the door as another gentle knock sounded. She unlocked it and opened it to see a slightly frightened young woman on the front porch.

You rolled your lip between your teeth as you took in the stunning blonde opening David Rossi’s front door.

Oh jeez, is that his ex? He never mentioned her being so pretty, you mentally cringed.

She smiled a beautiful and heart stopping smile at you as she held the door open.

“You must be Y/N?” She beamed, stepping aside. “Come in, please. Spence is in the backyard.”

Your stomach was coiling into knots as you entered the house, feeling sick about this whole situation. Your hands shook at your sides.

“It’s so nice to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you.” Her bright blue eyes sparkled and you felt utterly intimidated.

“You…you have?”

“Of course! Spencer can’t stop talking about you.” She laughed. “I’m JJ by the way.”

You felt the lead weight in your chest loosen, like you could breathe freely again.

JJ, she’s JJ. His friend from the BAU, not his ex-wife. Thank god.

“JJ! Sorry yes, Spencer has told me about you too. I’m sorry I thought you were his ex and it threw me a little.” You laughed too. “It’s so nice to…”

You trailed off when the sound of a woman yelling filtered through the house from the backyard. You and JJ exchanged a look as the shouting continued.

“Uh, that’s his ex.” JJ sighed. “Excuse me, I should see what’s going on.”

You watched JJ flee towards the back of the house and without really meaning to you followed her. Through the large open back doors you could see Spencer and his ex-wife in mid standoff.

His back was rigid, his face was bright red, the vein in his forehead pushing wildly and he had his hands clenched into fists.

Maeve didn’t look any more composed than he did, steam practically coming out of her ears.

“I swear to god, Spencer, you are such a child sometimes!” Maeve yelled, throwing her arms in the air.

“I’m a child? I’m a child?” He spat.

You and JJ stayed in the kitchen, JJ not wanting to get in the middle of this but also not wanting things to get any worse.

“Yes! You act like you’re fine and that my affair meant nothing to you but then you can’t be civil towards me for even a second. If it really meant so little to you then why do you have to behave like this?”

“Fine,” he snapped like a frayed cord. “You hurt me, is that what you want to hear?”

“I didn’t say that.” Maeve sighed loudly. “I just wish you would-”

“I would what? You wish I would, what? You hurt me, ok? You really fucking hurt me.” He cut her off, the pain she’d caused evident in his voice to all three of you.

Your stomach tightened again, not wanting to be privy to this conversation and clearly neither did JJ.

Maeve looked away from him, somewhere across the garden and her shoulders slumped.

“I…I’m sorry Spencer.” She lowered her voice.

“It’s too late for that. I loved what we had, I loved you! And you hurt me more than I ever thought it possible to be hurt. Are you happy now?” He shook his head angrily. “I wanted to pretend that you didn’t cut me up inside with what you did because it was easier to deal with. I act like I only care that you hurt the girls because if I have to dwell on the fact the love of my life was cheating on me for three years I may never make it out of bed in the morning!

Goddamnit Maeve, you fucking broke me. You broke me, ok? I will never be the same because of what you did to me. So I’m passive aggressive towards you because if I’m not I might just break down every time I have to look at you. You broke me. You broke my heart.”

As he said that you felt your own heart breaking. In your peripheral vision you saw JJ looking at you but you were staring right at the side of Spencer’s face.

And when his first tear escaped, so did your own.

“Y/N, I-”

“It’s fine. I’m fine.” You cut JJ off. “I should go.”

You turned on your heels away from the back door the second Spencer glanced away from Maeve. He saw JJ staring at him in disbelief first and then he saw the back of your retreating head.

“Y/N?” He wiped his eyes. “Y/N!”

He started after you and you quickened your pace through the house, desperate to get out of here before having him confront you.

But of course he caught up with you, just before you reached the front door you felt his hand around your wrist.

When he tugged you back to face him it was impossible to hide the fact you were crying.

“Y/N I…I didn’t mean for you to hear that.” He rolled his lip between his teeth guiltily.

“But I did hear it.” You sniffed. “I’m never going to be her am I?”

“It’s not like that.” He shook his head. “My feelings towards her are complicated. This whole thing is complicated.”

“Let me uncomplicate it then Spencer. I’m taking myself out of this equation. I’m walking away.” You wiped your eyes on the back of your hand.

“Please don’t do that. Let’s just talk about this, please?”

“There’s nothing to talk about. We want different things and you have very unresolved feelings for your ex. There is nothing left to say, Spencer. We don’t have the same idea of the future and maybe that’s because you can’t see yourself being with anyone but Maeve and I get it, you were together a long time. I just wish you’d been honest with me from the start. I wish I hadn’t had to witness the love of my life telling another woman she was his.” You turned away from him again to the door and threw it open.

“Y/N, just wait please I can…” he trailed off seeing a gaggle of teenagers skulking up Rossi’s driveway towards the house.

With everything going on he had almost forgotten about the party.

It allowed you to make a break, weaving between the kids on the driveway and Spencer couldn’t stop you.

He plastered on a smile and welcomed Daisy’s school friends to Rossi’s home whilst watching you disappear.

And there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

***

He watched Daisy and the beautiful, bright smile on her face from the kitchen window, arms folded across his chest and just trying to drink it all in.

The teens had the run of Rossi’s backyard, the adults relegated to the house to allow them some freedom. Music blared from a series of smart speakers which Spencer had no idea how they worked.

But the kids seemed to enjoy it.

Daisy was sitting on the edge of the pool, a blonde girl sitting by her side as they chatted and the smile that encompassed his daughter's face told him that girl was Meredith aka the most popular girl at Daisy’s school.

He tried to ignore the way his blood froze in his veins due to the fact his fourteen year old little girl was wearing a bathing suit with teenage boys in the vicinity.

Her cast had been removed a few days ago, just in time for the party. He was glad she’d healed but also kind of wished she’d had it in a little longer and then at least she might not have been able to swim and therefore wouldn’t be in a damn bathing suit.

It only really occurred to him as he watched her how grown up she had become. In his mind's eye she was still a little girl, the same little girl who loved ponies and came running to her dad when she was hurt.

Lily still did, still looked at him like he hung the moon. But it wouldn’t be long before she was a teenager too and pushing her dad away.

He still remembered the day Daisy was born as though it could have only been yesterday and now she was turning fourteen. She’d be going off to college in the blink of an eye, moving out and forging her own life. And surely it wouldn’t be all that long before Lily was doing the same.

He’d been a father for so long now he didn’t know what he would do with himself when they grew up and he became obsolete. Who was Spencer Reid without his girls?

He continued watching his eldest daughter, partly because he wanted to feel included in her life and partly because he was avoiding Maeve like the plague.

He felt a presence enter the kitchen and he prayed that it wasn’t his ex. His company sidled up next to him and he glanced at them, breathing a sigh of relief that it wasn’t Maeve.

“Is it too much to ask to keep them young forever?” Spencer spoke wistfully, looking back at his daughter.

“Tell me about it,” Matt chuckled dryly. “My eldest is twelve now and I just can’t comprehend how that happened.”

“I swear it was just yesterday I was bringing her home from the hospital.”

“Yeah I know that feeling.” Matt patted Spencer’s shoulder. “Just be grateful for the time you still have with Lily before she becomes a teenager too.”

The tone in Matt’s voice was almost pitiful and Spencer turned away from the window to look at him.

“You spoke to JJ.” He frowned at the older man.

“She might have mentioned an altercation.” Matt shrugged. “I assume that’s why you’re avoiding Maeve more than usual.”

“My daughter's birthday was not the place I imagined my repressed feelings coming to the surface.” He sighed. “Not that I imagined them ever doing so.”

“And in front of your girlfriend too. That’s rough.” Matt offered him a sympathetic smile.

“I’m almost positive she’s not going to be my girlfriend after today.”

“Oh man, I’m sure you’ll-”

“Dad!” Daisy’s slightly frustrated voice cut Matt off.

Spencer spun around to face his daughter who was now in the kitchen, hands on her hips and glaring at her father.

“What is it, pumpkin?”

Daisy’s cheeks flushed pink and she glanced to her side where the blonde girl was standing, giggling under her breath.

“Gross, don’t call me that.” Daisy rolled her eyes.

Spencer pouted, her harsh tone hitting him straight in the chest. He’d called both of his girls pumpkin since they were babies and Daisy had never minded before.

“Uh…what’s up, Daisy?” He tried again.

“Can you change the music? My friends don’t want to listen to this old man stuff.” She huffed in such a sassy way Spencer wasn’t even sure he recognised this girl as his daughter.

He frowned, tuning his ears into the music and noting a Frank Sinatra classic was playing through the speakers.

It was a great song, but probably not to a fourteen year old.

“I’ll sort it.” Matt spoke with a smile.

“Thanks uncle Matt.” Daisy smiled at him before the two girls turned and started back towards the yard.

Spencer watched the blonde link her arm through Daisy’s as they walked.

“Your uncle is so hot.” Meredith’s voice carried towards them.

Spencer grimaced and Matt chuckled. Spencer shot him a look.

“What?” Matt shrugged. “I can’t help it.”

As the two girls headed into the yard, Meredith’s voice met their ears again.

“Your dads kinda creepy though. He’s been watching us through the window for ages.”

“I know right.” Daisy replied.

Spencer slapped the palm of his hand against his forehead and grumbled under his breath.

“This is the worst goddamn day of my life.” Spencer groaned.

Matt laughed again and clapped a hand on his shoulder.

“No one ever said raising a teenager was easy.”

“No kidding.” Spencer mumbled, following on Matt’s heels as he went to change the music.

***

Two hours passed and the teens had well and truly taken over Rossi’s yard. The older man spent most of the day in the armchair in the corner of the grand living room sipping scotch and trying to pretend the kids weren’t going to destroy his house.

Spencer kept himself out of the kitchen, not wanting his daughter or her friends to see him as creepy as Meredith had so kindly labelled him.

Instead every fifteen minutes he sent another member of the BAU to the kitchen for something innocuous so they could subtly check on the teens.

Maeve kept her distant but he still caught her looking his way every so often. He tried to ignore her the best he could, knowing no good could come of talking to her.

Lily flitted about the room, dividing her time between her parents and all her aunts and uncles as Daisy had strictly told her mother that Lily was not allowed anywhere near her party.

He excused himself from the room after a while and headed upstairs to make a call. He knew you wouldn’t answer but it didn’t stop him trying.

As expected he got your voicemail and left a long rambling message about how sorry he was for what you’d overheard and how he wanted to explain. He begged you to call him back but wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t.

When he was about to head back downstairs, he saw her heading his way and he honestly wanted to throw himself over the railing and straight into Rossi’s marbled floor below.

Anything was better than talking to her.

“Daisy wants her cake and I knew you wouldn’t want to miss it.” Maeve had her hands in the pockets of her summer dress and she shrugged her shoulders.

“Ok, thanks. I was just coming.” He nodded.

“No sarcastic response? No passive aggressive comment?” Maeve frowned.

Spencer sighed loudly, shaking his head.

“I’m so tired, Maeve.” He ran his tongue along his bottom lip. “I am exhausted with it all. I can’t keep fighting all the time.”

Her frown deepened. She was fairly sceptical, and with good reason. For the last year all Spencer had wanted to do was fight, he almost seemed to enjoy it.

“You don’t want to fight?”

“I don’t have the energy to fight.” He shrugged. “We’re never going to be friends or anything like that, but I’m not fighting anymore. It takes too much out of me. You’re the mother of my children, you’re always going to be a part of my life whether I like it or not.”

“I appreciate that.” Maeve softened, smiling gently.

“It’s not for your benefit.” He scoffed.

“Well that was short lived.” Maeve rolled her eyes, turning away from him and heading towards the staircase.

“I’m trying.” He called after her, stopping her in her tracks. “I’m not saying it’s going to change overnight but I am trying.”

She didn’t turn back to him, but she nodded her head as she started down the stairs.

***

“This has honestly been the worst day ever.” Spencer slurred slightly, waving his glass around and spilling some of the contents over his shirt sleeve.

“Should we cut him off?” Luke whispered to Penelope who was sitting on his left.

The party had been over hours ago and all the children had since left, leaving Spencer and his old BAU team to drink in Rossi’s trashed yard.

Daisy had a wonderful birthday and that was the most important thing to Spencer. The second most important thing was the fact he had royally messed things up with you.

The moment he’d seen Daisy and Lily off with their mother he’d poured himself a giant glass of scotch in lieu of going home alone. Taco was at the kennel for the night so he had no need to go home.

At this point he was well over half way through the bottle.

“I think he needs this.” Garcia shrugged sadly.

“I fucked up with Y/N. She’s never going to talk to me again! What the fuck was I thinking?” He groaned loudly, splashing more alcohol down himself as he gesticulated.

“It was probably time you finally faced your feelings over your divorce, kid.” Rossi sipped his drink. “Divorce is hard, it’s a shit thing to go through. Trust me, I would know.”

“You know what’s dumb though? Really fucking dumb considering I’m supposed to be a genius?” He paused to sip his drink. “I honestly didn’t think I was in love with Maeve. Not until she told me she’d cheated. And it felt like my whole fucking world crumbled around me.”

At least he had stopped crying. For at least an hour he’d sobbed and JJ, Garcia, Emily and Tara took turns holding him while he wept.

They would all take him angrily ranting over crying any day.

“Have you considered seeing a therapist?” Tara threw out the question on everyone’s lips.

“What would I do that for?” He frowned, trying to focus on her but his eyes were misty from the alcohol.

“Clearly you have a lot of unresolved issues.” Tara replied and that was putting it nicely. “I think talking to a therapist will really help.”

“No, not gonna happen.” He was scrambling to get out of the lawn chair and failing miserably.

JJ rolled her eyes and got up, wrapping her arm around his waist and helping him to his feet.

“Where are you trying to go?” She asked, keeping an arm around him in case he fell over.

“I…I don’t know.” He pouted.

“May I suggest bed?” Emily piped up. “Sleep it off Reid.”

“Yeah I’ve got plenty of room.” Rossi waved a hand in the general direction of the house.

“Hmm good idea.” He nodded, leaning his weight against JJ. Seconds later he pulled away, his face drained of colour. “Oh fuck…gonna puke.”

Maybe it was her mothering instinct but JJ jumped into action and managed to speedily help Spencer inside to the kitchen sink, just in time for him to violently spill his guts.

The sounds emanating from him echoed around the room and into the yard. JJ stroked his back soothingly while he vomited profusely.

“I think that’s my cue to leave.” Matt downed his drink and stood up.

The rest of the team silently agreed, finishing their own drinks and meandering into the house.

Rossi saw them off, Matt and Tara who had only indulged in one drink each got in their cars while Garcia, Luke and Emily shared a cab toward their own homes.

Spencer spent a long time being sick in the sink before he finally stood back and JJ handed him a glass of water. He leant against the counter and sipped it slowly.

Rossi had taken his leave to bed, not much wanting to clean up after Spencer.

“I’m sorry. You really don’t have to look after me.” He grumbled.

“But I’m gonna do it anyway.” She smiled at him. “Let me help you upstairs. I think I’ll stay the night too. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you like this.”

She thought he might argue but he honestly didn’t have the strength to. Instead he heaved a sigh and nodded.

He finished the water and JJ aided him to one of Rossi’s guest rooms with an arm around his waist. He flopped to the bed fully dressed and on top of the covers.

He was asleep within seconds.

JJ quietly retreated from the room and made her way to the other guest bedroom whilst sending Will a text to let him know she wouldn’t be home.

She got into bed, her heart aching for her best friend. She’d never seen him like this before, not even in the aftermath of Maeve’s affair.

She’d always known it would come bubbling to the surface one day, pain needed to be felt one way or another. But now he’d unlocked that particular box she feared he may never come back from it.

The beast had been unleashed and if Spencer didn’t find a healthy way to cope with his demons, she knew it would ultimately be his demise.

***

When Spencer finally surfaced around midday he looked about as bad as JJ expected him to. He still wore yesterday's clothes, now wrinkled from being slept in.

She’d spent the morning helping Rossi clean his house of the mess from the party and both of them were sipping coffee at the kitchen island when Spencer emerged.

“Morning, how are you feeling?” JJ asked.

He went straight to the sink, poured a glass of water and downed it in one before he could speak.

“Like I drank an entire brewery, screamed at my ex-wife and destroyed my relationship.” He croaked. “Pretty impressive for one night.”

“I know this isn’t what you’re gonna want to hear but you’ve been bottling up your feelings for Maeve for over a year, it was bound to come out.” Rossi shrugged.

Spencer grumbled a little, padding to the chair on the other side of the counter and slumping into it.

“You know I sometimes still picture her at the house.” He sighed deeply. “Like I close my eyes and I can sense her you know? Hear her in the kitchen when I come home from work, hear her reading to the girls, taking a shower or whatever. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night because I swear I can smell her shampoo on the pillow.”

JJ reached across the counter and placed her hand on top of his as his eyes glazed over with tears. She didn’t talk and so he continued.

“I did love her, I still do. I don’t want to be with her anymore, not after what she did. But I miss her. I miss the life we used to have. But it makes me feel so stupid admitting as much when she made me feel like our life together meant nothing.” He dislodged his hand from under JJ’s and raked his fingers through his knotted hair. “I really messed up with Y/N. There’s no coming back from this.”

“You’ll figure it out. You’re a genius after all.” She smiled softly at him. “You ok to drive home?”

“Yeah I’ll be fine. Thanks for letting me throw the party here Dave and for letting me crash.”

“No problem, kid. Get home safe.”

JJ and Spencer got to their feet and said their goodbyes to Rossi. They headed to their cars but before they went their separate ways he threw his arms around her.

He held her for a long few minutes, trying to communicate without the use of words just how much her friendship meant to him.

Eventually he let go and they got into their respective cars.

Spencer drove out and collected Taco from the kennel before making the pilgrimage out to his home in the suburbs.

Once he got home he forced himself to shower and change even though his head was pounding from last night's alcohol. Something had to give. He couldn’t keep living like this.

His alcohol use was becoming unhealthy and it was a slippery slope into addiction, as he knew all too well.

After he was dressed he collected every single bottle of alcohol in his house and without a second thought he poured it all down the drain. Out of sight, out of mind.

He fed Taco and let him play in the yard while he sat in his office with a large mug of coffee. He switched on his computer and started Googling realtors in the area.

He knew he’d never be able to move on whilst living in this house. He didn’t want to go far, didn’t want to pull his girls out of their school and away from their friends but he couldn’t stay in this place any longer.

He sent off some emails enquiring about having his home valued and specifications of what he was looking for in a new house.

He knew he needed to go out but he was purposefully putting it off, finding anything to distract himself from what he needed to do.

He even sat and watched Taco roam the yard for at least half an hour, just to avoid the inevitable.

But he needed to do this. He needed to face this.

Eventually, several hours after he arrived home, he forced his feet in his shoes and grabbed his car keys. Hopefully Taco wouldn’t cause too much of a nuisance while he was gone.

He jumped in his car and started his journey into DC, knowing full well that nothing he could say would make this better.

It was time to face the music.

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