#When I finished it I started laughing like the last person in a marathon that really didn't think they were gonna make it

[murdrdocs]

just read all your imagines and they are so good!! just on here to req anything hobie brown related cos god that man is so fine. maybe like a one-shot where they are fwb cos hobie doest do labels but gets jealous and then asks reader to be his gf and then shows her off to everyone. just like really anything u want to write tbh ✨✨

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description. being friends with benefits with your best friend, hobie brown, is fun and all, but you start to realize that maybe firm labels suit you better than whatever this is

includes. slight smut SUGGESTIVE 16+, fem!reader referred to as “girl”, fluff, sweet!hobie, pav gwen and miles mention, rockstar!hobie

a/n: i have no words this was supposed to be uploaded like a week ago but then i went to disney so ... sorry yall. also not edited well bc ... disney. edit: title from the song by daft punk bc tron <3

word count: 1.7k+

things are still in your bedroom. they always are right before he arrives.

you're not a psychic, nor do you have a "spider-sense" (which, with the creepy-sixth sense way hobie described it, you don't want one either), but you like to think that you can tell when he'll come by.

nights when you haven't heard much from him, but the sirens seemed to never stop outside, were usually when your window would creek as it slid up.

you listen out for the sound now as you finish painting your last nail. you'd used the quick dry polish tonight, in hopes that you wouldn't have a repeat of last time, when your fingernails weren't dried but hobie was incredibly impatient and when you were done, you'd realized that your right ring and pinkie fingers were smudged.

the bottle's closed, you'd blown on your nail to ensure it dried, and that's when your window slides open.

there's no point in looking back at him when he tumbles into the room. he starts mumbling complaints as soon as the window's closed, the sound of his shoes unlacing padding his words, something about some common thief who hobie was going to let go but then he went and messed with the lady on the street and her cat.

you'd lost the tail end of his words whenever he started walking closer to you. you sat up straighter, pushed everything out of the way, and waited for him to turn your chair around.

which, when he did, you looked up at him, small smile on your lips as you stared into his deep brown eyes.

"how's your night, hm?" he asked, a courtesy before getting to the real action.

you shrugged, pretending to think. "nothing. just a lot of this."

"no smashing societal standards? picking off misogynists one by one?"

a small laugh in the form of a snort from you. "nah. figured i'd take a day off, you know?" the sarcasm dripping from your words. that's not who you were. you wish you could've been like that, could've been like hobie. but there's one spider-person for a reason.

"oh, yeah, uh-huh..." and hobie trailed off as he leaned in, pointer finger hooking under your chin to pull your lips to his.

it always felt good to kiss hobie.

you'd fantasized about it for weeks before it actually happened. he's your closest friend at the moment, and he occupied the title before this arrangement even existed. and of course you had the worry about ruining your beautiful friendship if you became more, fear that you wouldn't be able to go back and you would subsequently lose probably the best friend you've ever had.

but that was no need to worry. because while you could let hobie pull you up and lead you to your bed, sitting back and pulling you into his lap while he kissed you with a tenderness you know so well, you could also just be friends with him, sitting side by side on the couch and having a movie marathon of horrible biopics without thinking about jumping each other's bones.

there's a balance here that you could only hope would've existed.

and it's never thrown off. not even when he pulls your shirt over your head and his full lips find your nipples and the slightly-faded marks he'd left a few days ago. not even when he switches your position, laying you back and kissing down your torso until he can bury his head between your legs. not even when you whine and cry just a bit, slightly begging for him to pull his suit off so he can fuck into you in a way that only he can.

you try not to think about the equilibrium of your relationship with hobie when your legs hook around his waist and the heels of your feet dig into your lower back. you try to solely focus on the way his cock fills you up perfectly, mostly long with the right amount of girth for your walls, tip reaching deep within you in an almost mind bending way.

but you can't help but think about the way hobie doesn't do labels when he helps you to your bathroom, where he lets the shower heat up while you sit in a shirt he left behind a few days ago when he'd shown up as just hobie brown and not spiderman. you can't help but think about being hobie's girlfriend when his big, veiny hands run along your skin after the shower, smothering you in shea butter as you struggle to hold your eyes open. and you don't bother attempting to fight off the lasting thought of being hobie's while he hums an unknown song to himself with your head on his chest, the deep sound of his voice and the vibration of his chest lulling you to sleep.

you need to be someone's.

the friends with benefits scenario was fun, it worked, it was glorious, but you don't think it's for you. and labels aren't for hobie.

so, you look elsewhere.

you're at hobie's show, standing in the back of the pub with a drink you weren't interested in, with some guy you really weren't all that interested in, either. but he smelled nice, and he seemed nice, and you were just looking to broaden your horizons just a bit.

you and hobie weren't exclusive, but maybe it's a little wrong to flirt with someone else at his show. but you were slightly upset, and craving attention, so it didn't matter.

not until hobie got off stage.

it took a while for him to roam over to you, but even then you were still entertaining the other guy. giggling, tilting your head, batting your eyelashes, your hip popped out and a manicure, that was still fresh, blinging as your hand rested on the bone.

he greets you with a term of endearment that he uses often, but it feels different in this circumstance. you tell yourself that it feels different because you want it to feel different.

"oi, babe! who's this bloke?"

his arm slings over your shoulder and you tense under it. your hands folding over your chest, your smile tightening a little.

“uh this is steven.” your hand reaches out to point to the man, a tight lipped smile spreading onto his lips.

“steven …” hobie repeats the name slowly, and without looking at him you can tell that he’s eyeing the guy up and down.

the air is stiff, the three of you are silent, and unfortunately, steven takes the hint to dismiss himself, and you instantly turn to hobie, a scowl on your face.

“what the fuck, hobes?” you’re pissed, but the nickname still slips off easily.

hobie shrugs and reaches into his back pocket, a cigarette appearing and he sticks it between his lips. instantly, your fingers pluck it out from his mouth, instead putting it in your own back pocket.

instead of looking upset, hobie looks amused. his hands reach out to grab your waist, and you want to give in, but you try to push his hands away instead.

hobie lets you, and you don’t know if your happy or upset with that.

“what’d you mean?”

you stare at him, deadpan, then gesture to where steven had walked away towards.

“you just cockblocked me!”

a cocky grin, almost a little condescending. “i didn’t ‘cockblock’ you, babes. you weren’t trying to get with that guy.” your eyebrow lifts and you can see realization come onto hobie’s face. “oh … you were?”

“yes! of course i was!”

“but why? you are i are together.”

“sure, hobes, but we’re not ‘together’.”

“yes we are.”

“no, we aren’t.”

“why do you think that?”

you suddenly feel a little insecure, eyes scanning the thinning crowd, ears noticing the way the volume in the pub is lowered. “because you’ve never put a label on it, bee.”

another layer of realization. hobie’s hands coming to your waist again, but this time you let him pull you in.

“i didn’t know we needed a label. but you’re my girl. and i’m your guy.”

your body heats up and you bite down onto your lower lip giddily, peeking up at hobie through your lashes.

"thought you didn't like relationships?"

"labels. i don't like labels."

there's a disruption in the atmosphere. goosebumps raise on your skin, the hair on the back of your neck sticks up, and even if you weren't aware internally, the way the magazine you were previously reading floats above the table would've tipped you off.

the portal opens shortly after, but you knew it was coming. it took hobie a while to tell you that he was spiderman, longer to convince you that he was spiderman, and a while longer to convince you of the existence society, and even though you know, you still get a little shocked whenever a portal opens.

he comes through first, thud of his heavy boots against the floor of his flat. the spoon in your mouth clings against the side of the bowl, your free hand reaches out to the tv remote to pause the episode as you look over at hobie.

"oi, didn't know you were still here." is all he says before he's walking over, pulling his mask off on the way, and leaning down. your head tilts up instantly to meet his lips in a kiss, your body warming with the way his hand pushes into the back of the couch, slender but muscular form caging you in.

you expect him to sit beside you and force you to give a recap of the episode, but he stands back, and then three other people come through the portal.

"oh ... are we expecting guests?" surprise sits in your words, the tone amplified when hobie takes your bowl of cereal out of your hands to finish it off himself.

"right," he speaks through mouthfuls, saying your name as an introduction to the other three. "this is pav, miles, and gwendy. spider people." you nod, waving at each.

"this here, is my girlfriend." three sets of spider-eyes widen with the admission and you can already sense what's coming.

"wow, you're pretty. 's nice to meet you."

"i knew it! i could sense the tension as soon as we got here."

"you have a girlfriend? wait. i thought you didn't like labels."

a small smile on your face as you tuck your hands in the pocket of hobie’s sweatshirt that you wear.

in coordination learned from how close you two are, you speak at the same time.

"he doesn't like consistency."

"don't like consistency, mate."

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[priceyprice]

Prof!Price

18+

Prof!Price as he's sitting behind his desk in his professor office.

His class is in 20 minutes, waiting for the printer to copy the last minute quiz for the students and see how much they're learning with his works and his passion.

Professor Price is a responsible man. You'll never see him late for something. If he won't be able to make it, he'll call in advance to make sure whoever he's meeting doesn't have any worries or don't waste their time waiting for him. It is not a surprise seeing Price earlier than the hour expected.

He's also good with suggestions. He can suggest any book, a good restaurant, a good country, and even an excellent person. He would recommend anyone or anything that's fit for the role they asked him.

If other teachers asks him about who's the best student in his class, he would have in mind just one person.

Obviously, that person can't fail him.

"W-Wait..." She said as she threw her head back in ecstasy. "I-I can't ans...answer if you're like th...like this oh my-..."

Price stopped kissing her. His head appeared from under her skirt as he looked up at her. "Mmm... That's not the answer I'm looking for. Try again."

He went again in between her legs as his tongue licked a straight line through all her sensitivity. She lets out a little whimper and wriggled, feeling the uncomfortable desk below her. "Wh-why ar... ah... are we doing this...?"

"You're my best student." He said, kissing her inner thigh, marking it with a little bruise. "I need to make sure my student is well prepared for her quiz and doesn't let down my word of trust I put on her with other professors." Price said as he let out a little laugh. She almost collapsed when she felt his hot breath all over her.

Truth be told, he just wanted to eat his lover out before class starts. The bonus points are the favoritism he has that let her see the questions of the quiz.

He sucked her bud like it was the last time he would be between her legs. Her wetness is getting stronger by the second as she's starting to feel the familiar heat below her stomach. "Now tell me again... According to the book, what happened to her when she saw him at the cliff?" He said before his tongue entered her insides. She lets out a moan as one hand flew to his head, fingers locking around his short hair and the other crumbling the paper with the questions and answers. "Lord... Price I can't... it's too mu-..." She cried before she could even finish her sentence.

"No, my love, it's not too much. You can take this. Now answer the question." He said groaning, savoring the sweet and salty taste of her essence. His pants were about to burst in any second. He wanted to make love to her and treat her as she deserves, but they don't have the time for that.

His tongue picked up again the pace, giving her rapid thrusts as his hands adjusted the grip on her thighs. John's pretty sure his fingers will be leaving marks and bruises, but he doesn't care. He will take care of it later in his bed.

She moans loudly, raising the probability of getting caught by someone passing through his office. "Oh... I'm close. I'm very close..." Her eyes getting watered with the feeling of the familiar knot in her belly. "Slo... Slow down... no, I'm too close... Fuck... I'm..." At this point, she couldn't even say something coherent, her mind clouded with an intense pleasure.

His tongue didn't stop at her remarks. Price just picked up the pace, going faster. "Come for me, my love. Let me feel you."

Those words snapped something inside of her.

She cried loudly when her orgasm broke. Waves went through her body, making her a shaking mess with pure bliss. Her juices went all over his lower face, and he drank it like a fine wine only made for him.

She collapsed on his desk, looking at the ceiling of his office. Chest rising up and down as if she was running a marathon. The hand that was on Price's hair started caressing his head, thumb grazing his ear softly. Her eyes closed for a second, liking the feeling of his hair in her hand.

There is nothing better than getting tongue-fucked by your professor in his office, she thought with a sarcastic emotion.

Three knocks on the door made her jump slightly. Her heartbeat went up within a second, leaving no rest to her breathing.

Someone is there.

She tried to get out of his grip, but he held her steady in that position. "Price, there's someone knocking on your do-...Ah fuck-..." She flew one of her hands to her mouth when his tongue entered her sensitive hole again without any warning.

"Jo... John, what are you doing?!" He stopped kissing her, peering over her skirt for a second. "There's someone on your door and you-..." Her sentence got interrupted by a moan when he sucked her sensitive folds all over again.

"You didn't answer my question." He said in a serious tone, angry at the person behind the door, interrupting his precious time with her. He doesn't care who's waiting for him. The only thing that matters is her right now. "Tell me what happened to her when she saw him at the end of the cliff."

She puts her elbows on his desk to get some support to look at his eyes filled with hunger and lust. "Are you serious-... Oh my..." She threw her head back again, letting out a little cry when his tongue licked from her hole to her clit.

"Tell me, hurry up."

Her mind was clouded again with the feeling of his tongue only. Is incredible how much control he has over her, how much he knows about disconnecting the only string of her consciousness, and only bringing her to a stage of pure ecstasy.

She opened her mouth only to let out a whimper. "Shh..." He said, tapping her thigh, a gesture he does when he wants to silence her. "You better start answering before they know that you're in your professor's desk with legs wide open, showing him where you like his mouth."

Three knocks again made her fear grow bigger. She doesn't know why he's taking this situation in a slightly matter. Just a simple door is hiding the person from seeing this scandalous scene.

But also, it excites her.

The feeling of her professor and her lover not wanting to let her go with his hands on the soft flesh of her thighs gripping her with so much force is driving her crazy.

"J-John... no..." His tongue picked up the pace he had earlier, her back arching from the surface of the desk. "Price... Okay I'll-...I'll sa-... ah... say it." She bit her lip, trying to stop a moan from the depths of her throat.

"Go on."

"Fuck... She collapsed... She collapsed at the same time... he jumped into... into the cliff." His mouth cut any contact, shivering when cold air hits her as her chest was rising and falling fast, letting her catch a long breath. Before she can process what's happening, his hands takes her underwear, putting it back on.

Price helped her get off his desk. She gets off but places her hands on his arms, trying to look for some support to her wobbly legs. He puts an arm around her waist, holding her steady.

"Be careful, my love. I don't want you to fall."

She looks up at him with disoriented eyes, still trying to get down from that cloud of ecstasy. She looked so beautiful, with her hair in a few directions, a few strands plasted in her sweaty forehead and a cute little blush, as if Claude Monet took his time to pick the most beautiful red for her to mark her cheeks. He almost forgets the person behind his door, waiting for his approval to come in.

Price kissed her softly and took her hands. "I need you to get under my desk and wait until that person is gone. Can you do that?" She nodded, looking at him. She went down on her knees and crawled under his desk as he sat down, with her between his legs.

Price adjusted his hair and shirt, cleaning the remnants off and making it seem like he wasn't eating someone on top of his desk a few seconds ago.

Suddenly, a little hand comes up to his leg, and a head rests on his inner thigh. He tensed at first but relaxed when he saw what she was doing.

She was hugging him.

Fuck the emotion he was feeling was beyond universe. She's so cute. He loved her so much.

He rests a hand on top of her head, caressing her hair softly. "I love you." He said with a little smile.

"I love you too."

Price cleared his throat, getting his attention back to his door.

"Come in."

The doors opens revealing one of his colleagues and friends, who interrupted his precious time with his lover. "Vargas, Good evening. I apologize for making you wait. I was talking with a colleague on the phone and I couldn't hear you."

"Price, hermano, I'm surprised to see you here." Said Mr. Vargas with his eyes wide. John just raised an eyebrow at his comment.

"What do you mean? This is my office."

The professor checked his gold watch, glasses slipping off his nose while his head was tilted down. "Your class starts in 10 minutes, I think you're a little late."

Price's smile dropped a for a second at that. Fuck... he hates being late to his class.

Price is that kind of professor to be in the classroom 30 minutes before class starts so he can prepare everything and make things go smoothly. But right now, he doesn't have anything except the bunch of copies lying on his printer.

He won't blame himself nor the person under his desk. If it means eating her out and pleasuring her, it will be an honor to be late every day for the rest of his life.

This wasn't the first time to be almost caught in a situation like this. Sometimes they're very cautious with everyone and everywhere, but other times... things like that happens and Price needs to hide her under his desk or in a closet and try to finish his conversations with the other people.

"Bloody hell, I'm late."

Vargas laughed at that, but his expression was quickly replaced with one of confusion and curiosity. "What's that on your beard?"

Price touches his beard with his other hand and nearly froze at the sensation.

It was soaked.

He totally forgot about that detail.

The hand that was caressing her hair puts a little more pressure on. She was frozen on the spot with that question. "Oh, this?... I was drinking water before you entered and accidentally spilled it out."

Of course, he would say something like that. How can Price explain that his soaked beard was thanks to the woman under his desk, with a really notable expression of being eaten out?

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The masterlist for this series is here: ( John Price Masterlist )

I apologize for any mistakes or misspelling. Any suggestions are appreciated. 🫶

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[lovethetasteofnothing]

Halloween headcanons - TF 141 + Valeria + Farah

includes: valeria garza, farah karim, kate laswell, simon "ghost" riley, captain john price, johnny "soap" mactavish, kyle "gaz" garrick

gn!reader, except for Laswell x fem!reader (argue w the wall), female pet names

warnings: horny behaviour if you squint, like very little; mentioned consumption of alcohol; mentions of violence (light); the rest is pure fluff

word count: 2.4k words, roughly 350 per character

Valeria Garza

you asked her to go Halloween shopping since you wanted to decorate

got everything you laid eyes on

you had to stop her from buying three plastic skeletons because you joked about having an army of them in your backyard as decorations

she'll use her enemies bodies instead

doesn't let you put out candy on the porch, the last thing she needs is little kids coming up to her door and being loud

buys you bags of candy instead

regrets it because you get a sugar rush after eating a whole bowl

now she has a hyperactive toddler running around, spewing out random facts she found on YouTube

would make you try Mexican candy, definitely sneaks something spicy in there if your spice tolerance isn't high

"Que pasa? Can't handle the heat, muñequita?"

you hold a grudge for the rest of the night (she'll make you forget about it when she gets you in bed dw)

refuses to dress up, will punish you if you try and get a costume on her

will fold if you ask her to have matching costumes with her, still won't do it because she's "a grown woman"

takes candid photos of you in your cute little costume tho, she'll probably make one of them her background if she figures out how to

forces her men to dress up in whatever you want just to entertain you, they don't dare complain about it

the guards at your door are now dressed in Eminem and Christina Aguilera (don't ask me why)

will force you to have a scary movie marathon with her

laughs at you when you get scared and cling to her, literally calls you a crybaby and bullies you for being a scaredy cat

will snuggle you and kiss your forehead afterwards

"it's okay, mi vida, I'll protect you"

ordered her personal chef to make you Halloween themed cookies

practically folds when she sees your reaction

you get another sugar rush and she regrets everything (worth seeing your cute face and hearing your happy squeal)

Farah Karim

will plan your matching couple costumes since june

helps you thrift/craft yours and constantly compliments how you look in it

would definitely buy a ton of candy to give out to little kids trick-or-treating

is so happy when she sees their little costumes, practically heals her inner child

she has baby fever now, you have to remind her she can't get you pregnant

is searching up adoption details at 3 am after you fall asleep

helps you decorate, would definitely let you decorate since August just to see your cute face light up

adds more decorations every time she sees something you'd like and buys it

you made her watch Halloween movies with you

she judges everyone's decisions and logic

starts spewing an escape plan 5 times better and doesn't stop until she finishes it

is confused when you flinch at the scary scenes since she had seen it coming from a mile away

not surprised when you try to make sweet treats but you pull out questionable goop out of the oven

"i told you that's too much butter"

helps (pushes you to the side and only lets you crack an egg) you make an edible batch instead

lets you decorate them, you manage to make two piping bags explode before she takes over again

she hides the cookies before you get a sugar rush and/or a tummy ache

is confused as to how you found them and got both a sugar rush and a tummy ache

scolds you like a mom before taking care of you

you fall asleep in her arms on the couch, Friday the 13th playing in the background

she tucks you in bed and kisses your forehead before going to look up how to adopt a devil child

Kate Laswell x fem!reader

isn't the biggest fan of Halloween but she'd play along with you, she just wants to see you enjoying yourself

mom!Laswell would dress up at your request so you guys can have family costumes, melts at how cute you and your kid/s look together

but if it is just you and her she'd refuse

similar to Valeria, she says she's too old to dress up in silly costumes

the slightest hint of a smirk on her lips if you decided to wear a sexy costume before she rolls her eyes

proud mom smile while she takes candids of you in your cute little outfit, handing out candy to kids

so concerned when she hears about carving pumpkins

keeps a very very sharp eye on you, she doesn't want to go to the ER on halloween

helps you out when you get stuck, groans and pushes through if she starts struggling with it too

a sigh of relief leaves her lips when you finish your arts and crafts project

"it looks scary, darling" no it doesn't, but who is she to tell you that and ruin your fun

pulls out the old decorations box from the attic and helps you buy new stuff too, makes the plan on how to decorate

brings you to the halloween themed party TF 141 is holding so you can be chaotic with them while she drinks with Price

if she doesn't feel like it she'd just stay at home with you, watching you hand out candy to kids and cracking little jokes

her heart melts

refuses to let you watch horror movies, the last time you did she had to sing you a lullaby until you fell asleep

every day for a week; she also had to buy a night light because you got a random fear of the dark afterwards

you made her check the closet too

also limits your candy intake, would steal a few from your pile every once in a while and shrug when you frowned at her

candy corn enjoyer, also licorice fan

has you wrapped up in her arms, a blanket over the both of you while she tells you scary stories/ stories from her missions instead

Simon "Ghost" Riley

doesn't need a costume, he's dressing up as himself, the mask is scary enough as is

or he'd just take off the mask and say he's dressed up as Simon Riley, you call him a party pooper

you dress up as him just because you can

doesn't know if he should be upset or flattered, he's crying in his head at how cute you look with his oversized clothes and old balaclava

that's now his favorite balaclava

swaps out his mask for a balaclava so you guys can call yourselves Ghost Team

stares at you when you carve pumpkins with his throwing knives, you're lucky you're his favorite person

pries them out of your hands before you dull the blades and he has to work with oddly shaped spoons on missions

stands concerningly still on the porch and scares little kids when they come to knock on your door (like those decorations that move yk)

lets you hand out candy and coo at the little kids while he watches from the hallway (he thinks he's sneaky, he's not)

he now too has baby fever

will not mention it but you can notice him inching closer until he stands right behind you while you give out the candy, his hand wrapped around your waist

you both finish the leftover candy while watching scary movies

he feels like a little kid again, would never fess up about it being healing for him

picks out your favorite candy and gives it to you subtly, literally just makes a little pile of it in the middle while he eats the rest

would complain about you decorating since the beginning of september

has beef with a random skeleton you put up

"he's looking at me funny, luv"

picks you up while you decorate and can't reach a spot

he'd deal with the electrical decorations for you

you make him try a pumpkin spice latte

he tries so hard to be nice about it before saying he had enough sugar for the whole year

"this is milk and sugar with an idea of what coffee is supposed to be like"

cleans up the candy wrappers after you crash, takes a sneaky picture of you sleeping with his balaclava on

takes it off gently because you'd manage to suffocate in it, before tucking you in

Captain John Price

rakes up the leaves in the yard while you decorate the outside

he has to do it again because you insist on jumping in the piles and destroying his hard work

makes you help him gather the leaves again "to teach you a lesson", you never learn

picks the leaves out of your hair and dusts you off (all smiley when he notices you were wearing his flannel jacket)

doesn't want to dress up so you say that he's already wearing a capybara costume everyday

you have to explain what a capybara is

proud dad face when he sees you wearing your costume

makes you do a twirl and takes so many pictures of you so he can keep them and look at them when on mission

helps you hand out candy to the little demons

gets upset when a kid calls him 'grandpa', you have to spend at least 15 minutes telling him that he's a dilf not that old and still very attractive

dad face™ when he sees you giggling and playing around with the little kids, needs one of his own with you now

kinda sad that his job makes it so hard for him to have a cute little family with you

falls asleep on the couch while you give out candy, probably sitting up too, a bowl of candy in his lap

plays it off by saying he was just taking a little rest, you call him 'grandpa' again to tease him

doesn't notice you had been stealing candy throughout the whole night, managing to eat about an entire bag by the end of the day

holds you in his arms and tries to contain your sugar rush

you kick him where the sun don't rise on accident and that's when he lets you get your wiggles out, poor pop

you apologize by bringing him a drink and cuddling him for the rest of the night, consistently saying "sorry" every five minutes or so

"it's alright, darlin' "

you offer to share the leftover candy with him as a peace offering, pop is now a puddle

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

definitely has a dorky costume and makes you match with him

you and him have a competition about who has the better costume, he only lets you win because you're cute

still thinks his is better but he wants cuddles tonight and can't risk it

finds dumb decorations when you go shopping with him and when you tell him to put them back he sneaks them into the basket like a little kid

you wake up with the decorations in front of your eyes at the cash register and have to pay for them now

he insists on coming up with the most horrendous decorating schemes ever known to man, you follow some of them because he's sulking atp

tries to convince you to have some kind of small explosion "for effect", you turn it down because you don't want to get sued

frowns when kids get his costume wrong, chases them (playfully ofc) around to teach them a lesson

definitely scares you with every occasion he gets, you'd literally turn the corner and he'd just jump at you

you make him watch the actually scary movies because you're a horror enthusiast

"pff i've seen worse on the field" before clinging to your arm like the scaredy cat he is

carves pumpkins with you, oddly skilled at it

he helps you when your knife gets stuck in the pumpkin and your hand hurts from trying to dislodge it

blows up his pumpkin afterwards

takes couple pics with you, the sillier the better. they're his lockscreen now, will brag about them when he goes back to work

he'd try and go trick or treating before you tell him he's too old to do that

you spend the rest of the night on the couch, finishing off the leftover candy, the both of you hyperactive

would fight you because he likes the same candy as you, he wins and steals all of it

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

you make him dress up as spider man (that one mission in MW 2019), he's on board after a bit of convincing

only accepts because you promise to be his MJ

does the spider man kiss thing with you and takes pics, definitely brags about how easy it is for him to hang like that after all of those heli crashes

does whatever TikTok trend is popular at that time with you, tries to get it perfect so you can show it off to your friends afterwards

helps you choose decorations when you're being indecisive, also buys little things he thinks you'd like to add in the meantime

he'd 100% untangle the string lights while you put them up (also keeping an eye on the chair you're standing on so you don't fall)

you do actually lose your balance but he's quick on his feet and catches you, the most cocky smirk on his lips while you're blushing and your heart is beating so fast it might explode

he'd scare you too, just so he can make fun of you. also pulls random pranks on you and hides the decorations just so you can whine and complain to him

"I told you to stop being such a ditz, love" with the most loverboy grin on his face

you send him on a last minute errand to buy candy because the two of you only got your favorite kinds and you decided to hoard them for later

compliant boy, also buys you a fall themed drink on his way back

his hand is constantly around your waist or around your shoulders while handing out candy

would ask kids what they're dressed up as and gives the ones with cool costumes extra candy

you scold him for being unfair

you both decided to do a childhood halloween movie marathon, makes you feel like you're a little kid again

trades candy with you, tries to bribe you with cuddles to give him more of yours

cuddlebug!gaz who lets you fall asleep on his lap while he watches the rest of the movie (he stole the rest of your candy, your fault for letting your guard down)

#cod x you #cod x reader #cod x gn!reader #cod headcanons #valeria garza x reader #farah karim x reader #kate laswell x reader #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #john price x you #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #johnny mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x you #soap x you #soap mactavish x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x you #gaz x reader #gaz x gn!reader #gaz x you #call of duty headcanons #valeria garza x you

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mommy i really need your writes, I'm so impatient, I worship your talent, I need them so much, your stories really turn me on, I become such a stupid whore 😭😭

Oh my god, PLZ- ig I'm feeding this addiction I LOVE YOU

Recom Lopez x Recom Y/N x Recom Brown

"Cursed By Blue" 3.0

Masterlist

Cursed By Blue 1 Cursed By Blue 2

Summary: The recom team is out on another mission, exploring the woods in search of Sully. However, the ladies become inconvenienced by a certain seasonal feeling they didn’t expect. It hits Y/N the hardest and it’s not long before the others understand what’s happening. While everyone fights their instincts, the only option Y/N sees available is to run. 

Warnings: SMUT, heat fucking, heat cycles, penetration, unprotected sex, breeding kink, anal sex, double penetration, cursing

Word Count: 7461

A/N: Sorry, I gave up on the first-person view in the end.

We were nearing the weekend. Not that that affected us. Lyle told me it was Friday today and I was surprised because I had completely lost track of time. But it didn’t really matter what day it was because we didn’t get time off anyway. Finding Jake was our number one priority and no breaks other than sleep were allowed. 

So here we were again, walking deeper into the forest of Pandora. It had just passed lunch time and we were here since early morning. 

No one was tired though, not yet. We weren’t allowed to be either. 

Today also happened to be warmer than usual so I wasn't wearing my usual long-sleeved attire and pants. I dressed like Walker usually did, in a sports bra and shorts. She and Z-Dog decided to wear tank tops like most of the others. 

The forest grew quieter the more we distanced ourselves from the RDA base and the city. Soon, we could only hear the wind blowing between the leaves and the distant calls of animals. That and our heavy footsteps. 

The Colonel and Lyle started the day off by leading us into the woods. As the hours passed by, the line mixed since everyone had a different walking pace and now it was Z-Dog and me leading at the front. Walker was close behind. 

I had been excessively drinking for the last 30-45 minutes and I wasn’t sure why. Z-Dog glanced over at me when she saw me reach for another water bottle. 

“That’s your third one already. Are you okay”? She asks, watching me gulp it down. I swallow most of the water and inhale sharply, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. 

“I don’t know.” I say, gasping for air. “Maybe I’m dehydrated?” 

“Don’t think so, we always drink the same amount and I’m fine.” Z-Dog says. We continue walking for a while longer in silence, thinking. Then Z reaches for her water and starts drinking it like she’s been running. 

I laugh a little but seeing her drink made me feel thirsty again. 

I reach for my water only to notice I have a few drops left. I down the remaining liquid and hold the bottle to my head. It seemed to be getting really warm. 

Turning around, I open my mouth and want to say something to Walker only to see her finishing her own bottle of water. I look behind me fully and no one else is drinking. 

“What. The. Fuck.” I say, feeling genuinely confused. Walker looks up at me with water drizzling down her chin and Z turns around. 

I wheeze and Z laughs and we wait for Walker to catch up so we can walk together. 

“Do you have any water left?” I ask her, knowing we at the front drank ours. 

“No, that was my last bottle.” she says and I notice how heavy my breathing is becoming. 

“Wait, you ran out too?” she asks and Z-Dog scoffs. 

“Yeah, been drinkin’ like we ran a marathon.” she says and I nod.

“I’ll ask the others.” I say before turning around and seeing Lopez behind me.

“Can I have some of your water?” I ask, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. Compared to us, Lopez is not sweating at all. He’s wearing his usual attire, as is Brown behind him. But their breathing is normal and not a bead of sweat is to be seen on them. 

Lopez glances up at me and his eyebrows furrow for a split second before he nods and hands one of his bottles over. 

“You ran out already?” he asks while I open it and drink about half. 

Brown and Lopez both watch me, studying my movements. 

I wipe my mouth again, closing my eyes for a second and nodding. “Yeah.” I breathe out. “Thanks.” I say, handing it back to him. 

“Y’ alright?” he asks again taking the bottle back and I nod, not thinking much of it. Lopez doesn’t seem convinced. 

Ja overheard our conversation and sped up his walk to catch up to us. When Lopez noticed his presence he seemed a little relieved. 

“Is she okay?” he asks his colleague. Ja was the medic of the group so he would know. He took a glance at me and also thought of what I suggested. 

“Did you drink enough?” he asks me and I nod. 

“Yeah, I drank all my water and some of his.” I scoff, pointing to Lopez and wiping sweat from my forehead again. 

Ja presses the back of his hand against my cheek and then my forehead. 

“Shit, you’re burning up.” he said, scanning over me. 

I was feeling extremely warm. My skin felt like it was burning and my clothes suddenly felt tight and restrictive.

In front of us, Z-Dog and Walker are discussing something. 

Ja felt up my arm and checked my pulse while we were walking and Lopez stayed on my other side in case I was in fact not okay.

“Yeah, somethin’s definitely not right.” Ja announces to us, not quite sure how to help me. Mansk has his eyebrows furrowed, examining my behaviour. Brown is walking behind us and his ears are perked as he listens to the conversation. It seems to interest and worry him. 

“They have it too.” I say, pointing at Z-Dog and Walker who now turn around. Walker is grimacing a little and Z looks worried. 

Lopez’s and Ja’s heads look up at them and they notice that they are breathing heavily and sweating just like me. Ja also takes note of the empty bottles in their hands. 

“Everthin’ okay up there?” the Colonel calls. It seems as though the others have noticed the small commotion and the medical check-up. 

Ja turns around, rubbing the back of his head. 

“Uh- no sir not really.” he calls back, stopping in his tracks to wait for Quaritch so that he can explain. Lopez and I keep walking and he watches me intently as I break out into a type of pant. My ears are pinned back and my tail is wildly flicking around behind me. My eyelids also happen to suddenly grow heavy and I keep them half-lidded. Brown has caught up and is now walking on my other side, watching me before exchanging looks with his friend next to me. 

What snaps me out of my haze is Z calling my name. 

“Hey, Y/N come over here for a sec.” she says, turning around. Walker is running her hand down her face in what looks like frustration. 

I nod, jogging over and leaving both men behind. They’re still watching me, trying to make sense of what’s happening.

Neither Z nor Walker looks like they feel like joking around anymore.

“Have you read the manual?” she asks and it takes me a few seconds to realise she means the Na’vi body data. 

“Yeah, of course, we had to.” I say, trying to play it cool. She raises an eyebrow and I sigh. 

“I stopped once I reached the shit about plants. It got boring.” I say and she nods, knowing damn well she didn’t read further than that either. 

“Walker read it, and it said somethin’ ‘bout a heat cycle.” Z says and I glance at Walker. 

“Yeah… we’re not dehydrated. I remember the symptoms. It’s happening right now.” Walker says, scanning my reddened face. 

“Does it burn?” Z asks and my ears perk forward for once, being relieved from the tense strain I kept them in the past half hour. 

“Everything burns.” I say. 

“You know what I mean.” she adds and I groan in frustration too. 

“Yeah.” I mumble. I can’t deny the heat that’s been forming between my legs. I tried ignoring it but it grew worse. 

“Do you feel, like-” Z says, gasping for air herself. “...uncontrollably horny?” she asks with a light laugh and Walker smirks. 

I have no shame admitting anything in front of them so I chuckle and answer. “More like painfully horny.” 

They laugh a little, struggling to even out their breathing. 

“We need to distance ourselves from them.” Walker says, glancing over her shoulder. “Especially you Y/N you seem to have it bad.” she chuckles, motioning to my panting self. “Otherwise we’re done for and this squad will no longer be as professional.” 

“Seems like they have it bad for her too.” Zdinarsk jokes, hinting at the way Brown and Lopez stuck to my side just moments before. 

My eyes widen. “Wait- you’re joking right? It’ll go away like tomorrow. How would they know about this if we don’t tell them?” I ask and Walker opens her mouth to answer but before she can, my answer is handed to me differently. 

“You smell that?” someone says behind us. My heart stops pounding for a second. Right our new senses have us picking up more. 

“These cursed blue bitches.” I swear and Z breathily laughs, seeming to know how screwed we are. She’s passed the stage of denial and is now accepting our fate. 

We turn around and notice that Lyle was talking to Prager. Prager nodded and they stopped walking. Lopez and Brown have also stopped in their tracks, turning to them. Behind them, Ja, Quaritch, Mansk and the remaining team catch up and everyone comes to a halt. 

Quaritch walks between them and deeply inhales. He looks around, noticing how his soldiers are smelling what he is too. 

I feel my heart slowly drop and I hold on to Z-Dog for some comfort. All three of us are watching them, dreading their reaction. 

“What is it?” Lopez asks. 

“No idea, but it’s fuckin’ great.” Lyle chuckles and my breath catches in my throat.

 It seems to affect them too. As Lyle inhales, his own tail is swishing around behind him and his muscles flex. He’s growing restless and the recoms are looking at their Colonel for an answer or instructions. 

My heart seems to stop beating when I see Lopez turn to me. Brown’s gaze meets mine as well and it’s so intimidating. They’re watching my every movement and I take a step back, my grip on Z’s arm tightening.

“Oh fuck.” I whisper while barely moving my lips. I feel a little hazy again and start leaning against Z-Dog. She sighs looking more pissed than worried and catches me, trying to keep me upright. 

The soldiers follow their and the Colonel’s eyes, noticing us standing a bit further away. 

“It ain’t dehydration, I can tell ya that.” Quaritch says, referring to Ja’s hypothesis of what might be happening. Seems like he read the manual too. 

The stupid excitement in my stomach has grown so big it’s making me feel sick. And all their eyes on us have me more nervous. 

"Do we kill them or ourselves?" Walker asks, not liking any of this.

“Can we leave?” I whisper to Z and she nods, staring down the others as if they would move when she looks away. 

“Yeah, come on.” she says, guiding me forwards. I take a wobbly step, almost stumbling. 

Walking won’t do it. I have so much adrenaline coursing through my veins I want to run away. 

I glance back, noticing everyone’s tense poses. Their eyes follow our every move, making them seem almost predatory. My only instinct now is to run. 

Z gives me a push and my legs take off. I start running and hear Walker and Z-Dog do the same behind me. There’s a commotion happening behind them and the next time I glance behind me, everyone is chasing after us. 

It was a miserable escape attempt, to be honest. We were already so out of breath compared to them, we really didn’t make it far. 

I can hear my heartbeat thumping inside my chest as I run. Apparently, I’m fast because the chaos behind me is growing quieter. I can hear Zdinarsk and Walker shouting and when I look over my shoulder they’re firing their guns near the other recoms feet. But at the same time, I’m able to see two other figures sprinting after me. I don’t have time to look again to see who they are. They’re catching up too quickly for me to think. 

The wind whizzes past me, flowing through my hair and over my ears. I’m leaving countless trees behind as I run through the forest, jumping over roots and branches. But running straight ahead isn’t looking good for me. The two soldiers are faster so I stop abruptly, testing the strength of my ankles as I take a sharp left turn behind one of the trees.

I can hear the thumping of footsteps behind me but there is nothing I can do but keep running. 

Within seconds, a hand grabs my tail making me gasp. That slows me down and suddenly, an arm is slung around my waist, pulling me back and lifting my feet off the ground. Someone pulls me against their chest, coming to a sliding stop before pushing me down onto my knees. The arms stay around me, holding me in place while my heart seems to beat out of my chest. 

The feeling and the effects of the scent the recoms picked up had everyone acting on their primal instincts. Most common sense was gone as their new bodies seemed to be overpowered by the will of nature. The scent had the soldiers feel just as worked up as the heat cycle did. Instinctively, they ran after the ‘potential mate’ they felt most attracted to because that was Eywa’s will. 

“Shh. Stop moving.” A voice growls right next to my ear. The recom’s hot breath hits the skin of my neck. The way the words are spoken makes my stomach clench in excitement and I instinctively submit to the soldier, listening by stilling my movements. 

“Good girl.” the voice purrs. A hand comes up and grips my jaw, moving it to the side and making me crane my neck against my left shoulder. I catch a glimpse of the hand, noticing the identifying tattoos on the knuckles. 

Lopez is the one holding me against him.

My eyes widen but suddenly, I feel my body relaxing against him. 

I had always found Lopez very attractive. He and Brown spent their time teasing and joking around with me. 

The fact that it’s him with me, holding me so close to his own body makes me calm down and get even more excited all at once.

Lopez seems to notice my reaction and I can hear his smirk when he shortly exhales through his nostrils. He lowers his head, still standing behind me while keeping me on my knees and presses his lips against my neck. 

I shiver in anticipation and a gasp leaves my lips. That was very unexpected. We’ve never done anything more than briefly hug. 

“Lopez…” I mutter under my breath, thriving in the feeling. 

Suddenly, my attention is ripped from our moment as I hear heavy footsteps behind us. My ears tilt backwards to listen to them as they slow from a run to a walk. Lopez’s breath stops for a moment before he removes his lips from my skin and turns around. 

I hear the other soldier scoff. 

“What? Thought I was gonna let you have ‘er all to yourself?” he chuckles almost evilly. 

My body stiffens and I try to move my head to the side. Brown?

Lopez snarls at him and his arms around me tighten. Brown continues circling us until soon enough, he’s basically in front of me. He’s peering down at me, taking note of the way my reddened knees were shuffling against the forest floor and the flush clouding my cheeks. 

“Wait your turn.”  Lopez hisses, leaning his head down again but having to abruptly straighten his posture again once Brown starts getting closer. 

“No. You know damn well I’ve been wantin’ this longer than you.” Brown snarls back at him, staring him dead in the eye. 

Lopez is standing tall, trying to protect his territory. His hand tightened around my queue, keeping me in place against him while the other held my left wrist up. 

He scoffs in disbelief before spitting his words at Brown. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to have her like this.” 

Brown walks all up on Lopez now and they glare each other down while I’m on my knees, stuck in between them. My body still feels too warm for my liking and I’m starting to feel touch starved. Their presence thrills my body and their scents fuel my desire for them. I’m no longer myself. 

“Look at her.” Brown coos, breaking eye contact with Lopez to stare down at you. He feels so drawn to you. The way you smell and the way you look so deliciously submissive cuts his patience with Lopez very short. Your big watery eyes staring into his own remind him of how much he longs for you.

“She needs me.” he adds, smiling down at your restless self. 

“Don’t think so.” Lopez replies, gently placing his hand against your cheek and pushing your head to the side. You were forced to look away from Brown which annoyed him.

Both soldiers were slowly going feral, wanting to fend off the other to finally claim you for themselves. Since you were all even humans, they were around you. Now they have a chance to do what they have been dreaming of but the competition doesn’t make it easy. 

“Y/N? Baby. You want me?” Brown leans down and asks me softly but the words still sound teasing. I glance at him from the corner of my eye, making him grin. 

“Want me to help you feel good?”

That offer sounds so good to my lust-filled mind, all I can do is nod my head even though Lopez tries to keep it still. Both of them watch me struggle against Lopez’s grip but a faint nod is still recognised. 

Brown’s smirk is more visible than ever when he looks back at his teammate. “Seems like she does.” 

Lopez strains his ears back in irritation as he continues to glare daggers at his friend. 

“Doesn’t count. She can’t think straight.” he argues. His hand leaves my jaw and he rests it on my head, almost petting me for a split second like I’m some kind of pet. 

“Which is why you shouldn’t be near ‘er.” Brown hisses, snatching my left hand from Lopez’s. 

“Back off right now. I’m not joking.” Lopez snarls, no longer wanting to deal with Brown. 

“Stop touchin’ her like she’s yours.” Brown fires back, clearly not liking the way Lopez is being possessive. 

“I got to her first. And I can make her feel better than you ever will.” 

“Yeah right. She was practically begging me to touch-” 

“She was saying my name before you got here and ruined it.” 

My head is spinning at this point and I feel drunk. But there is no alcohol in my system. It’s just pure lust which is becoming overwhelming. Their arguing is now making me lose my patience. The burning between my legs is becoming unbearable because not even I can touch myself. And to keep me from drifting into mindless desperation, I need some type of relief. 

Both men are still fighting, paying each other more attention than you. They would much rather be focused on you but they are standing in each other’s way. You start feeling extremely desperate and all you can do is let out a whine, in hopes of having them finally help you. But they are shouting over each other so talking is useless. In conclusion, you must take matters into your own hands. 

Lopez and Brown are in the middle of their heated argument when both men feel you shuffle on the ground. Lopez gives you a short glance and see’s you rearrange your seating on the ground but he’s pulled back into the fight by the taunting insult Brown throws his way. 

Minutes later, both men feel you start to move again. It’s ignored at first but it doesn’t stop. Lopez is holding your head and queue while Brown is still gripping your wrist. Out of the corner of their eye, they see you slowly rocking back and forth. There’s a second of silence and Brown is about to insult Lopez again when their ears perk up and they hear you moan. 

Instantly, their full attention is directed at you and the sight beneath them finally shuts them up. In fact, both marines are speechless. Their eyes are wide and lips parted in surprise and desire. 

You’re slowly rocking back and forth on the ground, softly rolling your hips down against your heel which you placed beneath you. Erotic mewls and whimpers fall from your lips when you manage to grind your clit against your heel. Finally feeling some type of satisfaction has you not care about your behaviour anymore. This is beyond unprofessional but quite frankly, so was their yammering. Jolts of pleasure shoot through your body when you nudge your clit against your foot and your head lolls back while your eyes flutter closed. 

Lopez groans in arousal, not believing what he is watching while Brown just stares with lust-blown eyes. This is the most beautiful sight they have ever seen and you looked even more beautiful than you did before. And that already seemed impossible to them. To them, this feels like something straight from a dream. They have dreamed of you in many ways before. But seeing you so shamelessly pleasure yourself in front of both of them had them rock hard now. Their erection had been stiffening since the chase because your scent was so deliciously intoxicating but now, their tips were leaking with pre-cum. 

Brown had to adjust his pants because his dick was now painfully hard and everything was becoming too much to bare for all three of you. 

“Fuck, baby.” Lopez growled, letting go of your queue and kneeling down next to you. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Seeing you so desperate made him feel bad for neglecting you for so long. He muffled your moan by pressing his lips against yours, firmly holding your head in place so that he wouldn’t have to worry about the kiss ending quicker than required. 

Brown is still speechless and he’s watching Lopez devour your lips. Suddenly, his friend doesn’t seem like such a threat anymore. Perhaps this can work. 

Lopez has become so aroused by your scent, he is unable to hold back anymore. His hands grip your hips and he helps you guide your movements, grinding you down harder than before. 

The pleasure is clouding your mind and fogging up your common sense. Within seconds of his help, you’re slowly turning into a ragdoll, unable to sit upright anymore. 

You close your eyes for a second to enjoy the feeling even more and when you open them, Brown is on his knees in front of you. With his ears pinned back, tail wildly swinging, veins popping, and muscles flexing, he looks feral as he tears your tank top open through the middle. The fabric gives in easily and is carelessly discarded somewhere behind him. 

Behind you, Lopez is licking and biting your shoulder and nibbling on the back of your neck while Brown leans forward and sucks a dark hickey into your sweet spot.

Your back arches and your right-hand grabs Brown’s left shoulder while your other one reaches behind you to cradle the back of Lopez’s head. Their attention on you makes you feel slightly more overwhelmed than before but you wouldn’t want either one of them leaving. 

“Can’t wait any- …longer.” Brown groans, grabbing your face and pulling your lips to his. The sudden action makes you lose balance and you land pressed up right against his chest. He’s holding your lips against his while leaning back until he’s laying on the ground. 

You’re hovering over him, unsure about your hand placement and position. But those worries are shot away when Lopez presses his clothed hard-on right against your ass, the tip nudging your cheek.

You want nothing more than to be as close as possible to both of them. You want to feel them inside you and at this point, you would even cry and beg. Luckily, neither of them are cruel enough to make you do that. 

The kiss is broken so that Brown can strip you both of your preventing clothes. He’s lost his patience and has to take matters into his own hands because Lopez is losing himself by grinding and dry-humping you from behind. 

“Fuck, mami. Need you so bad-” Lopez growls under his breath, clenching his jaw. Your heat has soaked through the pathetically thin fabric of your panties and a small spot was visible to Lopez on your pants. The said pants which have been stained by your slick are being tugged down your legs by the soldier under you. The one behind you marked the cloth of his pants with his pre-cum already. Seeing you like this had them both whipped for you. 

All your clothes except for your drenched panties have been either torn or pulled off your body, letting the two marines finally free themselves. Lopez is unbuckling his belt while Brown is already pulling his cammies down his thighs. However, your curiosity is still present. You three had been friends for a while and you can’t deny their attractiveness. So you wanted to see as much of them as they saw of you. Brown pulled you closer again, lifting his right hand to cup and massage your breast. 

“God, you look so fuckin’ amazing.” he breathes out. His pupils are blown wide with lust as he mutters the words. “Better than anythin’ I’ve imagined.” 

Your heartbeat starts racing at his words. He’s imagined you in this way before. Being so intimate with him. 

Your curious hands wander up his torso, softly tugging at the hem of this tank top before slowly pushing it up and over his chest muscles. Brown seems a little stunned by your action. Perhaps he is surprised that you care enough about him to want to see him. Maybe there is more to this than just heat-fucking. 

Meanwhile, Lopez has already pulled your panties to the side, revealing everything to him. Even though he hated admitting it, he was jealous that you were just interacting with Brown. He knew a great way to win your attention back. That’s what he told himself at least. The second he set eyes on your beautiful dripping pussy, he wanted nothing more but to have a mouthful of it. He enjoyed using his tongue, especially because he knew it worked well. 

The body warmth of Lopez’s hips disappears from your rear end. Brown is staring up at you in something close to adoration, letting you explore his body. You’re focused on his torso, outlining his toned muscles with your warm lips when suddenly you feel a hot breath fan against your pussy. Instantly, your body tenses up and your movements halt. Brown tilts his head to the side, looking behind you to see what Lopez is doing. His ears perk up when he sees and you want to turn too but before you can move another muscle, you feel Lopez swiftly swipe his tongue up and between your dripping folds. 

The erotic move makes you gasp before you almost instantly give in and melt against his movements. Your upper body rests on top of Brown’s bare chest while you push your hips back against Lopez’s face. He has one hand wrapped around the base of your curled tail, holding it up so that it stays out of the way while he starts to eat you out. His tongue is licking the moist skin, gathering the dripping wetness before it reaches your thighs. A small moan is released by Lopez against your pulsating pussy, making you whimper and whine in pleasure. 

Brown is grinning from ear to ear as he watches you slowly fall apart in front of them. 

“We’ve been tryin’ to get your attention for a while now.” he says. His deep voice rumbles through his chest. 

You’re too caught up in what Lopez is doing, there is no chance of your responding and Brown knows that. 

“Been waitin’ for you to give yourself te’ us.” he growls, nibbling at the shell of your ear. “To spread ‘em pretty legs and let us take care ‘f you.” 

I gasp, staring at him with wide eyes. His grin reappears. 

“You’ve been wantin’ this too?” he asks, ears perked forwards again. 

I gulp nervously, having to take deep breaths to respond because Lopez has already almost had me cum. 

“Yes…” you whisper, gasping again when Lopez presses his tongue against your entrance, applying pressure and threatening to penetrate it. 

“Shit-” Brown chuckles, getting extremely restless after hearing your confirmation. 

“Lopez, cut it short. Can’t wait any longer.” He almost barks, pressing his fingertips into the flesh of your hip. 

Lopez pulls away, straightening his posture on his knees once again and licking his lips with a devilish grin.

“You taste amazing, baby.” he growls. His lips are glossed and coated with your slick and it’s drizzling down his chin in the corner of his mouth. “Not done with you yet, I need that pussy again.” 

“Like I’m going to let that happen.” Brown chuckles. “You just had her. It’s my turn.” 

Their ears are pinned back and Lopez looks pissed off but he doesn’t argue.

Brown grabs your hips and instantly starts pulling them down against him. You steady yourself on the ground while he presses the side of his aching hard dick against your partly cleaned-up pussy. At this point, your body is in need of it. 

“What do you want, mami? Huh?” Lopez teases which makes Brown growl. He’s had enough of his antics and just needs to feel your warm walls around him. 

You whine, closing your eyes in frustration. “Please- both of you. I need-”

Lopez is grinning again. He loves hearing your desperate voice. 

“I need you inside me.” You almost cry out. Brown would be lying if he said he didn’t love the way you said those words. The neediness really did things for them. 

“Want us to breed you?” Lopez asks, now pressing his bare abdomen against your ass, once again slowly grinding his hips against you. “Want to be full of our cum?”

You frantically nod your head, wanting nothing more in the world but to be filled and thoroughly fucked by them. 

Brown was just angry at Lopez for once again slowing things down but now, he is glad he didn’t shut him up. Watching you admit and beg for such a dirty proposal had him almost cumming all over his stomach. 

“Don’t worry baby, we won’t stop until you’re bred properly.” Brown growls. He never thought he would be saying that. Neither of us wanted or want kids but god, these Avatars make it really difficult to fend off their natural needs. 

With that said Brown refuses to wait any longer. He lines his dick up with your needy core, wanting to finally relieve you from clenching around nothing. His tip presses against your entrance and suddenly, he starts pulling you down on his lap and slowly pushing all of him into you. 

The feeling is intense but nothing hurts. It feels so amazingly good. Finally, you're being filled up with his big cock and it's helping reduce the burning ache of heat between your legs. 

Brown hisses, furrowing his eyebrows together in concentration and pleasure. His head lifts off the ground, straining his neck muscles just so he can watch himself disappear inside you. Your slick immediately coats his shaft and he's only realising now just how badly he needs this himself. 

His head falls back and he parts his lips in a silent moan, covering up the stuttering breath with a curse.

Behind you, Lopez sighs. 

"Well shit…" he curses in a soft laugh, watching Brown's expression and your reaction. "That good?"

"Fuckin' heaven." Brown replies. His words sound strangled. 

His eyes open and he looks up at you. 

"God- you really are an angel." he sighs. 

You're too overwhelmed with how deliciously he's filling you that the complement flies by you.

"You feel so good." You whimper, letting your head hang loosely while you calm your breathing. 

"Think you can handle more?" Lopez asks behind you. His hands are gently massaging your hips and waist as he awaits an answer.

You love them both so much, the offer sounds more than good. 

"Yesss." You hiss, pushing back against his touch. "More." 

Lopez chuckles. "Never thought you wanted us too."

"Shut up and fuck me." You snap, needing to be relieved already. It's been too long and your sudden heat is cruel to make you feel so worked up. 

Lopez didn't take that personally. He loved hearing you curse. It was his and Brown's dirty secret and turn-on. You were always well-behaved. Hearing you cuss and especially dirty talk was so hot to them.

"Shit-" he grins, peering down at you in amused disbelief. 

"Please-" you whine, not being able to bare the wait anymore. 

"Don't you dare make her beg. Hurry the fuck up." Brown snarls, wanting to pleasure himself and you already. He has been waiting for this moment for way too long.

Lopez's evil grin stretches further as he nods. 

"Ready?" He asks, massaging the right cheek of your ass. You're not sure what you're meant to be ready for, Brown has already filled your pussy. What is Lopez thinking? Yet, despite your mild confusion, you don't question it. Anything to have and please them both. 

"Yes…" you breathe out in desperation while Brown fights himself to stay still beneath you.

Lopez nods. His heart is racing at the fact that he's about to finally get to feel you. Both men are still in disbelief that you want them because they think so highly of you. But luckily, they won't keep you waiting. 

Lopez's hand wraps around his shaft, lining it up with your ass. The only other hole free which wasn't your mouth. This happened to be another of his kinks. He loves your ass and finally gets to properly see it, touch it, and feel it. It's his now and there is nothing you can do about it. He'll claim it in the best way he knows how. He just hopes that you'll be able to cope with him inside you there.

His tip presses against your puckered hole, making your tail freeze its swaying movements. Lopez is gripping your right cheek harshly as if he were trying to control himself from just roughly fucking you from behind. You were all hazed but they still care about you enough to ensure your comfort. 

One would think he would want to watch himself sink into your tight hole but no, Lopez cares too much for you. His gaze is fixed on the side of your flushed face, watching your reactions to make sure you're alright as he slowly starts pushing his hips forward. His dickhead is covered in precum, lubricating the rest of him to ease the penetration.

Your breath gets caught in your throat when you feel the unfamiliar stretch. It makes you clench your eyes closed and ball your hands into fists. 

Lopez and Brown both notice this and Lopez pauses his movements.

"You're doing so well, mami. Take it easy." He coos, rubbing your back while fighting off the urge to groan and thrust forwards. 

"You're gonna be ours, sweetie." Brown whispers, cupping your cheek to distract you from the feeling. 

Your eyes meet his and he takes hold of your hips again, gently rolling yours against his and Lopez's to have you remember the pleasure you felt before.

Your head drops in bliss, resting forehead against forehead with Brown's.

Lopez hisses at the sudden unexpected movement and his hips instinctively stutter forwards. 

"You good?" Brown asks, moving your hair out of your face and gently pulling it to one side on your neck. 

"Yeah…" you reply breathily. "It doesn't hurt."

Lopez nods again behind you, steadying himself on his knees and placing both his hands against the crevice of your thighs and hips before pushing all the way in. 

You inhale sharply, but at the same time, Brown moves and with the next thrust the time it, so that they move in sync. Both men gently pull back, before thrusting back into you slightly faster than before. 

This time, it feels a lot better than at first. They continue to ease you into their rhythm, wanting this to be as pleasurable for you as it is for them. Because god they are losing themselves in you right now.

All three of you feel the urge to want to be as close to each other as possible. They have felt that way about you before but they feared it would have been inappropriate to act on it then. Now, you don't have to hold back.

Their hands are all over you, caressing and holding you close to them. Brown has the side of his face pressed against yours, rubbing your cheeks against each other in a nuzzling manner. It feels primal but you love it. Lopez is hugging your waist, squeezing your thighs and tracing your spine. Your body is new to them and they wish they could take their time exploring you. 

They start moving, thrusting into you just mere moments after the other in a new rhythm. Brown pulls your hips down against his whereas Lopez tugs you back up and against him.

There is no shame with you three. You've known each other long enough to be more than comfortable in each other's presence. Which is why Lopez and Brown don't bother to suppress their moans. We're far away from the rest of the team, why worry about the noise level?

The sound of skin slapping and heavy breathing is polluting the surrounding quiet forest. Occasional growls and hisses are elicited which earn mewls and whines from you. Precious noises which drive the two marines wild. 

"Fuck, you feel amazing, baby." Lopez groans. His chest is pressed against your back, his hips are ramming forwards against yours and his mouth is hanging open. 

Brown has sunk his teeth into his bottom lip, occasionally throwing his head back in pleasure before cursing your name. 

"Ours." He growls into your ear, nipping at your lobe with his fangs.

You've become a ragdoll in their arms. Your body is being pushed and pulled back and forth while your slick drips down your inner thighs. Lopez feels it against his thighs and catches some on his fingers before smearing it around your hole and on his shaft. Now, squelches erupt each time either of them buries their throbbing cocks inside both your holes. 

Their rhythm starts to falter and you feel your orgasm slowly build up. Thanks to Lopez's skilled tongue before, you feel stimulated enough by their thrusts to cum yourself. 

"Fuck- m' close." You hiss, panting for air while being pounded and filled in two holes at once. The pleasure exceeds much faster than expected. This heat cycle has all of your body feeling overly sensitive. 

"Dirty girl." Brown chuckles, pressing his hot lips against the pulse point on your neck and sucking. 

"Love you so much."

The words come as a sudden surprise, but to be honest, the feelings have been there for a long time from both sides.

"So fucking tight-" Lopez breathes out. Their pace is becoming uneven and you're being mindlessly fucked. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head in bliss and you begin to tense up in preparation for your orgasm.

"Cum baby. Let go and we'll reward you." Lopez adds in a hushed whisper. His accent makes his voice more attractive.

Before you can nod or respond in any way shape or form, your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. 

Brown shoved himself inside you with such force, it hit a particular sweet spot inside you which was hit by Lopez from the other side at the same time. 

It makes your toes curl and your body shake as you finally come undone. You arch your back against both men, opening your legs more to offer yourself to them. 

Your walls clench around their shafts and the suction makes it difficult for them to pull out. It feels like you're trying to milk them for their cum and that's exactly what they want from you. In the next second, both marines plunge into you as deep as possible, and one after the other they empty their balls and shoot their load deep inside you. Your insides are painted white and filled with their hot and sticky cum which seems to keep spurting out of them while grunts and growls leave their lips.

You moan, relishing in the feeling of being so perfectly stuffed by two fat cocks. All of you start to calm down from your mindblowing highs but they refuse to pull out of your. They stay still, remaining buried inside of you for a few extra minutes to keep you pumped full with their cum. So full that it's slowly oozing out of the sides while they are comfortably resting hilt-deep in your pussy and ass. 

"You belong to us now." Lopez whispers, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you in place. 

"No one else gets to ever have you like this."

"Understand, baby?" Brown asks, running a thumb over your flushed cheeks. 

"Yes." You breathe out. "Yours."

They grin at each other, holding you for another minute until all of you can think straight again. 

There’s a distant shout which sounds like the Colonel calling for us. We freeze and our ears perk up, analysing the noise. 

“We should head back.” Brown says to you and Lopez, gently tapping your thigh. 

Lopez slowly draws his hips back, watching his cum ooze out of your used hole. He almost missed what Brown had said. You flinch and your body tenses again when Brown carefully lifts your hips and helps you climb off of him. 

Both men straighten up again and stand up while you stay kneeling on the ground. Their hands reach for you and they help you to your feet, steadying you before letting go. 

“I can’t go back like this, I look like a mess.” You say, palming your forehead and staring down at the cum dripping down your legs. Neither of the men seem to think that it’s a bad thing though. The sight is mesmerising to them. 

“Our mess.” Lopez growls, pressing himself against you once more and planting a kiss on your jaw. Brown picks up your clothes or what is remaining of them at least. To your luck, you still had your vest which covered the main areas of your chest. You all got dressed and once you were done you exchanged eye contact with them before breaking into grins and chuckles. Neither of you could properly believe what just happened but not a soul has any regrets.

You start walking back and your steps are slower and more careful because you start to feel sore now. Brown stops in front of you and turns around facing Lopez and you. Then he looks at Lopez only. 

“What if they try to get a go with ‘er?” he asks. His ears tip back and he looks like he hates the thought in his head. 

Lopez scoffs, suddenly snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you right against his side. “Yeah, like I’m gonna let ‘em.” he chuckles darkly, starting to walk again and pulling you with him. 

Brown nods, taking the spot on your free side. It seems like you’re walking two guard dogs now. 

When you reach the others, neither of them moves. They don’t let anyone near you either. It seems to have become clear to the others what happened but you’re not standing around long enough to get reactions. The Colonel seems fed up and is already leading the way back. You follow and right after you, Brown and Lopez do too. It seems as though their fight has been peacefully solved. 

The rest of the day you spent replaying everything that happened in your head. You can’t wait to see how this situation will bloom and escalate with both marines.

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[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Aaron Hotchner x Teen Daughter reader

Another oneshot for Hotch because he's my favourite at the minute and I don't know why. And yes I spent ages specifically looking for this Gif.

This is a request!

Summary: Could you make the reader like about 17 and when on a run with Hotch (Her dad) like slows down, and tells him to keep going and she will catch up, but she gets hurt or like passes out somehow

I love this idea I need to write more Hotch and Teen daughter, this is during the Marathon episode because I like how it turns out. ( set season 7 episode 16)

Third person pov...

17 year old Y/N Hotchner and her Dad were out running together, they were training for the FBI marathon together, the 17 year old had applied to the FBI academy where her Dad worked.

She wanted to be an FBI Agent and help people like the BAU do. It was early morning then the teen and Dad arrive at the park near their house, Jack was still sleeping which gave the father and daughter time to train for the big race in February.

Y/N tied her H/C hair in a pony tail while her Dad began stretching, Y/N looks up at her Dad "I will win you know" she says to him, this made Hotch look down at his Daughter and raises an eyebrow. "Oh really?" He said challenging her, Y/N smirked "you'll see old man" she said stretching.

Hotch scoffed "name calling are we now" he teased, after they finished stretching the two get ready the get into position and looked at each other. "Ready.Set.Go!" Yelled Hotch and the two were off strinting down the path trying to beat the other.

At the start they were running at the same speed, then Y/N sped up leaving her Dad behind, Hotches mouth falls open  a the fast his daughter is, the smile on her face seals it, Hotch was glad they managed to do this together.

The last time they ever ran together on a Saturday morning was 3 years ago before Foyet showed up and made the Hotchners life hell, two years ago after Haleys death he couldn't even get this daughter out of bed more so on a run with him.

He is very proud of her and hie far she had come, from that 15 year old laying in her bed for days on end to the 17 year old training for a marathon with her Dad, Hotch smiled to himself before running to catch up with his daughter, the look o  her face when he started to pick up speed made him laugh.

The two were neck and neck, Y/N fell behind a little as they got to thr end of the trail. "Annd finish" said Hotch stopping the timer on his watch, he breathed heavy after the run he did.

He turned to his daughter who had sprawled out on the path breathing heavy woth a bright red face, sweat dripping off her. Hotch chuckled at his Daughter and sat down next to her catching his breath.

He held his fist out to her, the 17 year old looked at him rasing an eyebrow. "Truce" he said moving his fist closer, he watched as his daughter smiles and bumps his fist with hers. The two then grab their bottles of water and begin draining them, Y/N poured half of hers down her because of how overheated she felt.

The teen Continues to lay on the floor while her Dad finds the strength in his legs to stand up. As he does a pretty brunette walks over to them. "Jeez, I hope you're training for something or do you just do sprints for fun?" She jokes making Y/N sit up and look at the woman  willingly talk to her Dad.

Hotch looks down at his Daughter who gives him a smile before answering the woman. "We are trying to do this

triathlon in February, so..." when he trails off she answers.him "Oh, yeah, the FBI one" said the woman

Y/Ns and her Dads eyes widened. "How do you know he's FBI" Exclaimed Y/N standing up quickly, probably a bit to quickly as she wobbled making her Dad reach out to catch her like always. Y/N looks at the man and smiles "I'm okay Dad just tried from our race" she said reassuring him, Hotch relaxes but doesn't let go of her.

The woman  watches the duo before Hotch remembers she was there. "I'm Aaron Hotchner and this is my Daughter Y/N" he said introducing his daughter, the woman smiles at them both. "Hi I'm Beth, nice to meet you Aaron and Y/N" saod Beth

Hotcb smiles at her. Beth looks at Y/N "are you doing it as well?" She asks Y/N, the girl  nods her head. "Yes I am, we were racing earlier to see who was fastwr" saod Y/N smiling at Beth, Hotch had never seen his daughter smile so much until now.

Y/N smiles before looking at her Dad ans whispering. "I go grab our stuff you stay here with Beth" she said giggling when her Dad blushed when she wiggled her eyebrows, Hotch glares at his Daughter and titles her making her laugh before letting go.

Beth watches the father and daughter she could tell they were close, as Y/N left the two began tlaking more and even exchanged numbers.

Months later...

It was the day of Hotchs and Y/Ns triathlon, the team and jake were in the stands waiting for them to finish.

"Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!" Yelled Jake and everyone else. The little boy was sitting on Derek's shoudlers in his ha s help a sign he made for his Dad and Sister. Rossi was in front of the group shouting and looking out for their racers.

Next to them Reid and the girls were talking, all three women had sunglasses on and all very hungover. "A couple hours. A couple hours. You guys didn't come home till sunrise." Saod the genius mocking them as the groaned.

"Why are you yelling?" Yelled Penelope over the noise groaning in pain.

"Make him stop" Yells Emily equally hungover.

Derek had enough and leant down to talk to Penelope "Ok, hey, Jack, Jack.

Earmuffs for a minute. Earmuffs." He said to the boy, Jack understood and covered his ears with his hands.

"What did you guys drink last night?" Asked Derek

"The green fairy. You're in the FBI." She said groaning in pain, as JJ behind her moaned all three woman were regretting last night. "Could you get the entire crowd to stop cheering?" Yelled the media lesion

"By my estimates, Hotch and Y/N will be finishing any minute" Yelled the Genius looking at his watch. Jack looked down at Rossi. "Do you see them, Uncle Dave?" He asked, Rossi grinned he saw Hotch.

"I think I do, kiddo."

Hotch then ran over the finishing line Y/N closely behind him the two come to a stop hearing the crowd cheer for them. "Whoa!" Exc the team. Y/N leans on her Dad for support, ber legs felt like jelly.

"Come on, Jack. Come on, Jack. Let's go see your dad and sister Jack." Yelled Derek letting the boy down, Jack then runs over to his family.

"You did it!" Yelled Jack and he ran over to Hotch jumping around excitedly, Y/N smiles painfully as she moves over to the girls, thw three congratulate the teen. "I can't feel my legs" she said smiling at them.

The teen then drops to the floor on her bum and laying on the ground hoping the world would stop spinning. Soon the woman realsi she passed out Emily quickly kneels down and pulls her up so she was leaning against her chest.

Emily the ge tly taps her face making sure she stayed awake. "Hey N/N stay away, you need to stay awake" he said as JJ called Hotch over and Penelope gets Derek to call for an ambulance. Seeing his daughter passed out makes the man run over to her.

"Is she okay?" He yelled over the noise, Emily looks at him worry in her eyes. "Don't worry she jsut passed out Hotch, Derek's calling for an ambulance" she said, Hotch thanked her before Y/N opens her eyes, E/C eyes stare into his brown ones.

Hotch smiles at her and rubs her cheek keeping her awake. "Hey Princess you okay?" He asked her, Y/N gives her dad a tired smile. "Yeah I'm fine dad" she whispers Hotch smiles at her. "I'm glad sweetie" he said looks around him hoping the ambulance come quick.

Someone the touches his hand it was Y/N, he looks dow at her. "Yes Princess?" He said, his daughter didn't look at him as if she was embarrassed, when she did speak Hotch had to lean closer. "Do you think mum is proud of me?" She asks his ans his heart breaks a tiny bit.

Hotch smiles a watery smile at his Daughter "Yes she is, because I am so proud of you Honey" he said wiping away the tears on their faces, Jake then jumps on his Dad's back. "Is Y/N okay Dad?" He asks worried.

"Don't worry Jackie I'm fine just tired" reassured Y/N smiling.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot!

As always so sorry for the grammar and Spelling mistakes

Request are open!

Word count : 1600

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[kaiso-woo]

I Already Have Seven...

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-> Masterlist

PART 15 of my ‘Stay Series’ - a long hypothesised journey of a relationship between Bang Chan and Reader.

WC: 5.1k | Synopsis: The end of Stay Series. It's been a journey guys. I'm gonna cry.

Chris + Reader Minho + Jinhee Jisung + Suhwa Changbin + Kirsten Hyunjin + Soraya Seungmin + Yeonjoo Jeongin + Ashley Felix + Hailey

Notes: Fluff, FLUFF, FLUFFFFFFF + CHILDREN, Established Relationships (Everywhere) Second Person Narration, Skz Fluent in English, Idol!Chan, CaféOwner!Reader, Fem!Reader, Pet Names (Jagiya, Jagi, Baby, Babe, Love... etc.)

Here for a reading marathon? Head right back to the start!

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Overall ‘Stay Series’ Synopsis: Bang Chan experiences the suic!des of Stays, so when you lot choose to die, he dies right along with you. Reader is the “antidote” to this condition.

PART 15

!!Casual reminder this is entirely fictitious - Chris/Christopher in my work does not represent the actual Bang Chan - this is purely my imagination and nothing more - this goes for all other SKZ-Members too!!

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It’s been about a month since Christmas, and true to everyone’s agreement, the next family gathering was to be at Felix’s place. Despite his protests and attempts to change the location of the monthly meeting, the plan went ahead. At varying times around 10.00am the Skz Family pulled up in their cars, carrying food and entertainment such as board games and other bits and bobs.

Felix’s face disappeared from his window and he sprinted to his front door, flinging it wide open with a dashing grin to welcome Changbin and Kirsten inside. “Hey Yongbok! How’s your girl?” Changbin teased and Felix slammed the door in his face. There was none of course. No one yet.

“You can stay outside till everyone else gets here now,” Felix huffs, locking the door swiftly. “Yah! Yongbok!” Changbin yelled, knocking rapidly on the door. Kirsten grabbed his arm and shook her head, “It’s your own fault Bin.”

Eventually, the rest of the Skz Family had pooled around outside, mingling and laughing with each other per usual, trying to wring details out of Ashley and Jeongin for their wedding; “no spoilers.”

Much to everyone’s surprise, you and Chris were the last to arrive, laden with an unnecessary load of Tim Tams. “Look if we’re going to be at Felix’s place, then Tim Tam’s are a must,” Chris jokes, chucking a packet to Hyunjin. “You have no idea how dead set he was on getting these - such a pain in the ass,” you grumble as Chris abandons you to greet his boys.

“Do they even sell them here?” Suhwa (Jisung’s gf) asks, ripping open a packet in curiosity and taking an experimental nibble, “Ooh, these aren’t bad.” “What do you mean, ‘aren’t bad’? Tim Tam’s are my religion,” Ashley giggles, taking a packet for herself.

Yeonjoo (Seungmin’s), pipes up from beside your shoulder, “Did you get them from that one international store?” “You bet. Christopher bought every last one.” “Ooh, that place is great, I go there all the time,” she smiles, gratefully accepting the packet you hand over to her.

Normally, you would have argued with Chris that buying every single packet was excessive, but for one thing, he probably missed the sweet treat, and two… maybe you were craving them as well.

Finally, Felix opens the door again, this time with an oven mitt on his hand. Clearly he’s been baking something. “Everyone here? Good, because my apple pies have just finished baking and they taste better when they’re hot.” “You got ice cream in your freezer?” “Probably.” “Probably? How do you not-” “I might have eaten it all.”

“How has Felix not snagged a women yet? All this baking is enough to win anyone over.” “You don’t snag women.” “That’s not my point! Can you not smell the pies?” “Smells like heaven.”

“You’re heaven.” “No, I’m hell.” “Jinhee’s hell, not you.” “And what, Minho’s Satan?” “Was that sexual innuendo intentional or is my mind just fucked?” “Your mind is fucked.” “Nice to know.” “You’re welcome.”

Chris has already slipped into the house, pulling Felix into a one armed hug before standing by the doorway to help usher people in. “Oh shoot,” you whisper, just as you’re about to follow the train line spilling into Felix’s humble abode, “Soraya, tell everyone I’ll be with you all in a second; I left my phone in the car.” She nods and without another word, you swivel on your heel and march back along the path to your car.

Since you were the last couple to arrive, naturally your parking was a little further away. In hindsight, this trip back to your car was absolutely worth it, because the next moments were to be the happiest of your life to date.

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Chris performs a headcount as the Skz Family filtered through, his smile wide as he greets everyone he hadn’t gotten around to yet. “Thirteen… fourteen…” he murmurs, as Hyunjin and Soraya walk in together. You haven’t walked in yet, and he frowns as he pokes his head around the door, searching for you. “She left her phone in the car,” Soraya grins, grabbing onto Hyunjin’s shoulders so he could drag her along.

“Were you counting us?” Hyunjin laughs, placing his hands on top of Soraya’s happily. “You didn’t know he did that? There’s so many of us, I’d be more surprised if he didn’t,” Felix interjects, bemused, his voice as deep and resonating as usual.

“Yongbok! Are you cutting these pies up or am I?” Jisung yells, and from the way there’s an explosion of chatter from the kitchen, Chris can tell everyone is just as eager to try some.

Felix shakes his head and disappears down his hallway, serenaded by obnoxious cheers and chanting of his name as he joins the others. “So… technically, there’s sixteen members of the Skz Family now?” Hyunjin asks, continuing his conversation even after Felix has left.

Chris and Soraya both frown, mentally trying to count everyone. “There’s only fifteen of us. Sixteen when Felix finds someone,” Soraya points out, but her eyes dramatically widen in realisation.

“No there’s sixteen,” Hyunjin insists, “Technically.” Soraya pinches his shoulder then, causing the man to yelp in surprise, “I’m right though!”

“Hyunjin, I’ve been counting heads ever since we debuted, I’m pretty sure there’s only fifteen of us. There’s just Y/N left,” Chris chuckles, swinging the door shut slightly out of polite habit. He would open it for you once he saw you nearby.

“That’s why it’s technically because she counts for two,” Hyunjin elaborates and at this, Soraya yanks on his pony tail slightly. “Shush Hyunjin- he doesn’t know yet-” she hisses, kneeing him in the ass and encouraging him to move onwards quickly.

“Why wouldn’t he know? Isn’t he the first person she’d tell?” Hyunjin rambles, his hands flailing about in a panic. “Did you listen to a word I said yesterday?” “If you were telling me this while I was trying to paint you gardening then I was most definitely not listening.” “I told you during dinner, idiot.” “You said to not congratulate him yet- not that- oh.”

Chris’ heart has stopped working. He can feel his chest constrict tightly, and his breath cease to exist. You count… for two? In a daze, Chris’ hand disappears from the door knob, leaving the door still slightly open, and he drifts down the hallway.

When he appears in the kitchen, Felix is still busy dishing out the apple pie, and Soraya is whisper-yelling at Hyunjin for his stupidity. In a rare moment of silence since everyone’s mouths are full of food, Chris doesn’t struggle to have his question heard.

“Do you mean to tell me… that my wife is pregnant?” He croaks, standing with his hands stiff to his sides. All at once, heads whip around to stare in shock at Chris, and it doesn’t take a genius to confirm this statement. Their expressions melt from surprise, to panic in seconds.

“And you all knew…?” Chris finishes, his eyes wide with disbelief. “Okay so who the fuck couldn’t keep their mouth shut?” “In my defence- I didn’t know he didn’t know-” “I told you. Loud and clear!” “Hyunjin!! You’re really asking for a slipper to your head.” “I get why he was part of Paboracha now.” “What do you mean was he still is.”

This was what you walked into as you let yourself inside Felix’s house, peering out from behind your husband and frowning at the noise. “What’s going on here? You left the front door open.”

The silence after your statement is profound, and you take in the guilty expressions of the Skz Family, and then finally the stiff posture of Chris with his back turned to you.

You tap him on the shoulder and he swivels slowly to face you, staring hard, his mouth a thin line. “Are they lying to me?” He asks, and your mouth slowly opens in understanding, a breathy chuckle escaping your lips. Someone’s let it slip.

“That would be quite the elaborate lie,” you grin, casually strolling past Chris and picking up a plate of apple pie. “Yeobo,” Chris groans, rubbing his face in his hands and trailing after you, “I want a proper answer.” 

You can feel the excited tension in the room, fizzling from one person to the next as you munch on Felix’s apple pie, eyeing your husband from head to toe. It’s all you can do to stop yourself from grinning like there’s no tomorrow.

“Y/N are you fucking pregnant or-” Chris begins, and with a cheeky giggle, you interrupt him. “Yes Christopher. I am carrying your child.”

If he wasn’t frozen before, he certainly is now. His hand is stuck in his hair, mid-way through brushing it in frustration, his eyes are wide and shimmering, and his mouth is parted in a permanent ‘oh’. Finally, he breathes out two whispered words, “Holy fuck.”

The rampant yells make you flinch, and you almost drop your delicious plate of apple pie. You’d think they were celebrating the world being saved from an impending doom with how loud and celebratory the Skz Family was being. You watch in amusement as they dance around each other, shaking you and congratulating Chris obnoxiously.

“Holy fuck,” Chris repeats, suddenly moving and pacing around in a state of shock, both his hands in his hair, “Holy- Jesus fuck.” Chris turns back to stare at you, and at your grin, it’s like the life is breathed back into him.

“You’re pregnant?!” He yells and when you laugh and nod, he disappears into another room, but you can still hear him yell in disbelief, “You’re fucking pregnant? Since when were you pregnant? Holy shit.” 

Chris returns in view, and his pace is suddenly more frantic. “Are you serious?” He grins, from over by the couch, but you don’t even get a chance to respond. The delirious joy that has broken onto his face is a sight to behold as he sits down onto the coffee table, squishing the sides of his face.

“This isn’t a dream, yeah? I’m awake right?” He asks, standing back up in seconds and dashing over to you. “You’re pregnant? You’re carrying a child. You’re carrying our child,” he asks, clutching your face and kissing you roughly.

“Yes, honey. I am carrying our child,” you laugh, pulling yourself away from him so you can breathe. And he’s gone again, disappeared back out into the hallway, yelling to himself. You watch in a complete state of bliss as he reappears and scoops you into a joyous hug, twirling you around. Thankfully you had put your plate down, your intuition telling you that it would be dangerous to keep it on you with him in this state.

“You’re gonna be a Mum!” Chris laughs, kissing you with your face between his hands again, “We’re having a kid- you’re gonna be a Mum- I’m gonna be a Dad-“ he breathes, his voice dying in his throat with his forehead pressed to yours.

“I’m gonna be a Dad,” he repeats, his eyes wide as they drill into your own. Chris suddenly sinks to the floor, his hands trailing the shape of your body as if you’re guiding him down. “I’m gonna be… a Dad,” this time, when he repeats it, it’s like the realisation has properly sunk in. 

You drag your fingers soothingly through his hair to try and shake him out of it, but he merely continues to stare at your feet. “You okay?” You ask him, bobbing down to meet his eye level.

“Fuck if that isn’t the scariest thing I’ve ever said in my entire life,” Chris whispers, and you’re startled to see his eyes shimmering with tears, “I’m gonna be a Dad.” “You already are a Dad.”  “Yeah you raised us!” “Best Leader! Best Leader!” “Best Dad! Wait that doesn’t have the same ring to it…” “Best Father?” “Hey that works!” “Best Father! Best Father! Best Father!”

Chris lets his tears trickle down his cheek, and he reaches for you blindly, pulling you into a hug on the floor as he cries his tears of joy into your neck. “Thank you,” he whispers, kissing you wherever he can, “Thank you so fucking much.”

“Why are you thanking me? You put this kid here,” you grin, hugging him tightly. Chris pulls away in disbelief, his arms still snug around you, his eyes crinkled with an undeniable joy.

“Thank you for loving me.”

--

Your reason for telling the Skz Family and not your husband first? Because for the rest of the day, Chris refused to let you lift a finger; because for the next few weeks, he’d refuse to let you cook a single thing; because for the next few months Chris would consistently pout and try his hardest to make your defences cave when you tried to do chores. That was on him. He was doing those. Please let me do the dishes? Please? “I’ll actually get on my knees and beg.” “Chris - I am not fragile, I can still do chores.” “Please?” “Christopher.” “You should be resting~ Are you drinking enough water? Craving anything? Please let me do the dishes. Please, honey?” “I never thought I’d say this, but stop saying please.”

--

You’re woken abruptly from your peaceful slumber, arms wrapped around Chris’ chest, by a heavy weight crash landing into you. Immediately your brain kickstarts itself into defence mode, burying yourself under the covers and inadvertently suffocating Chris too. You sense two of them, two little munchkins bouncing on the bed.

“Aughhhh,” Chris wheezes, clutching his stomach and poking his head out of the duvet, “You hurt Dad.” Someone wriggles under the blankets between you, and you kiss his forehead affectionately with a smile. “Good morning Cameron… how was your sleep?” You ask him, his big brown eyes wide under the covers.

“Fantastic! Now get up!” He nips, pressing his face to yours impatiently. “Juni- Juniper- sweetie, I can’t breathe,” Chris coughs, his arms jolting out of the blankets to hoist the youngest off his stomach. The little one had been having some fun using her Dad as a mini trampoline.

“Dad~ let’s go~ I want to play with Uncle Fewix!” She giggles, slinging her arms around Chris’ neck as he tumbles out of bed, carrying her.

Cameron kicks the covers off the pair of you, nodding his head excitedly, “Yeah, Uncle Felix is down at the beach already! And Minsung Uncle’s are cooking breakfast on the barbecue!!”

“Juni… where’d you put your hat?” You ask, crawling out of bed and rummaging through the drawer full of her clothes. “I’ve got it. Here.” Someone’s arm waves briefly at the doorframe, showcasing the hat before it disappears again.

“Alex, have you seen my sunnies?” Chris yells to the eldest son, the one who had only bothered to show his arm. This time, he pokes his head around and points towards the window which overlooks the beach. “If you squint hard enough, you’ll notice that Uncle Minho is borrowing them,” he grins, flashing his dimples. Mr Steal Your Girl 2.0.

Chris quite literally throws Juniper onto the bed, making her scream in delight, and tackles Cameron with a brief tickle at his ribs before turning away to find a pair of board shorts. You’ve managed to change into a bikini already, fastening your pace at the insistence of your younger son. 

“Where’s my-” “If you’re looking for your beach dress it’s on the couch!” Alex yells suddenly, and you smile in disbelief. That kid.

--

You’re braiding your hair in the bathroom when Chris bursts in and slams the door. You look at him surprise, but he only places a gentle finger to his lips and winks.

“Where’s Dad? CamCam~ did you see Dad?” Juniper pouts, talking on the other side of the door with her slightly older brother. “No? Where is he? Have you seen Mum? They’re taking too long.”

Chris’ grin is manic as he flings open the bathroom door and roars, his hands poised in the air like a lion, scaring the absolute shit out of the two kids. Juniper screams and dives for the bed, but little Cameron, after getting over his initial fright, raises his fists and glares at his Dad.

“You wanna fight me old man? Come on,” he boldly declares, and Chris pretends to crack his neck. “Did you become Seungmin’s student? You’re on you little ratbag,” he laughs, raising his own fists and bouncing around playfully, “Go on, show me what you’ve got.”

You watch as the two dance around each other, Chris feinting punches and Cameron landing actual ones, to which your husband fakes serious injury. Juniper emerges after a while and helps with her tiny little kicks.  “Hey- hang on-” Chris dramatically gasps, “I can’t take two of you!!”

Alex walks into the room then, already shirtless and in board shorts. He swoops in and hoists his little sister onto his shoulders, smiling at her giggles. “Want me to get Dad?” He asks, his mischievous smirk emerging, and Chris holds his hands up in defence.

“Nahnahnahnah- foul play-” Chris yells, as the Alex-Juniper formation chases Chris out of the bedroom, Cameron hot on their heels, laughing his little head off.

It doesn’t take too long for Chris to return to the bathroom, having sent the kids down to the beach on their own to meet up with the Skz Family.

“Morning beautiful!” He smiles cheerfully, dragging a hand through his already sweaty hair before planting a firm kiss on the top of your head. “And good morning to you too,” you smile, sighing into his familiar embrace with his head on your shoulder, “You going for a swim?”

--

It’s currently Summer break, which meant the Skz Family had hauled away their suitcases and children to the vacation house collectively bought by them all. It’s quite literally like a getaway mansion, with more rooms than you can count, a swimming pool, theatre room, massive kitchen, outside kitchen, games room etc.

The best part however, is easily the fact that it’s backed straight onto the beach; walk out the front door and journey down the patio stairs and you’ve got sand between your toes. As you step out into the sun, Chris at your shoulder, also just as exposed as his eldest son, you smile at the wondrous sight before you.

Multiple families, which are basically just one big family, playing around and lounging under umbrellas by the water. Chris is watching your gaze, and he nudges you out of your reverie.

“We made it, hey?” He smiles, nonchalantly wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “Mhm,” you hum, eyes sparkling as you wrap your own arm around his waist, “We did.”

All the Skz Members are married now. Even Felix. To everyone’s surprise, he was the 4th out of the group to marry, falling head over heels for Hailey and even producing their own daughter before anyone could blink. All had their own kids too, and plenty of pets. 

The dogs were having fun at the waters edge, gleefully fighting each other for the toys that a few of the kids were tossing into the water. The cats were lounging back under the patio, unwilling to go anywhere near the sand; most of them where Minho’s and Jinhee’s, well… mostly their daughter’s cats. 

Seungmin and Ashley were both reading a book on some beach chair’s, Yeonjoo right beside Seungmin munching on a slice of watermelon. Jeongin was sat on the sand in front of them, helping his youngest daughter Freya build a sandcastle, while Katy was searching for shells to decorate it. 

Felix has a whole hoard of children, young and older, chasing him with water guns up and down the beach. Meanwhile Jisung and Minho have managed to drag the barbecue down by the water and are busying themselves with breakfast. There are kids and adults swimming in the water, wives sunbathing. Two human’s are paddle boarding, some kayaking. 

You think you can see Changbin out on the jet-ski, towing some kids behind him on sea biscuits, their screams of joy… or terror, audible from where you’re standing. A little to the side, it looks like Hyunjin’s got an impromptu audience, as kids wander over (and adults, let’s be honest) to check up on his progression as he paints the ocean, his twin daughters trying to ‘photobomb’ the picture.

It’s chaos, but it’s home.

--

It’s indescribable, this joy, this happiness. Something that, unfortunately, very few actually experience; the complete satisfaction and contentment of knowing that if you died today, you’d have no regrets.

What about your kids? Oh, of course it would be tragic to leave them behind, but as you look around at Alex, who’s strumming his guitar and singing dutifully to a gaggle of kids who are practically his cousins; as you smile at Cameron, who’s racing a bunch of other kids in a makeshift hundred metre sprint along the sand; as your heart melts at Chris and Juniper, playing in the ocean… you know that even if you were to disappear, they’d be okay.

Your gaze focuses on Chris and your daughter, watching as he holds her below her armpits and spins her around in the water. “You ready to go under?” He asks playfully, wriggling her like a worm, “I’m gonna count okay?”

“You go with me!” She yells, kicking wildly as Chris pulls her completely out of the water, as high as he can toss her before catching her again.

“Alrighty, let’s go!” He exclaims, “Three! Two! ONE!!” - and they both disappear from sight, vanishing into the depths of the water. Juni resurfaces first, her Dad’s arms holding her up high, but Chris is still lost below the waves.

“Daaaaaad! Don’t drown!!” She squeals, kicking her little legs again. Chris bursts out with a gasp and hoists his daughter onto his shoulders, walking both of them over to you, “Have some watermelon with your Mum and Auntie Yeonjoo, yeah? Dad’s gonna go for a quick swim by himself, is that okay?” He laughs, while Juni tugs at his hair, pretending to direct his actions.

You hold your arms out for her and pop her onto your knee, accepting the offered watermelon from Yeonjoo and holding it up for Juniper to eat. “Anyone up for a race?” Chris calls, and Hyunjin throws his head back with a laugh, “A race? You know no one is going to beat you, Poseidon.”

“Oh well shame, you’re all getting into the water,” he grins back, diving for Minho and hoisting him over his shoulder. Minho’s face is of utter disappointment, accepting his sad fate of being dumped into the salty sea. Chris doesn’t have to drag the rest of the boys down. They follow, and Changbin pulls the jet ski to an abrupt stop close by, abandoning ship and leaving the kids he was towing to scream and yell in outrage at being left stranded.

They’re the older ones. They’ll survive.

You women gossip with each other while the men fool around in the sea, and as you watch them, it’s almost like the rest of the world doesn’t exist to them. It’s just them, the original family, enjoying their time together.

Chris is the last one to leave the water, the others eventually needing to retreat for a drink. He’s drifting with his back to the beach, the waves idly swaying him backwards and forwards. He’s lost in thought, you know this much, gaze consumed by the distant horizon and never-ending blue of the world. Juniper hops off your lap, having finished her slice of watermelon, and skips away to join her friends by the sandcastle Jeongin had made.

You take this rare opportunity to join Chris and disturb his time alone, slipping into the water and welcoming how refreshing it is against your skin.

--

Lauren, Felix’s eldest, plops herself down on the sand next to Alex, humming along to the tune he’s busying himself with on his guitar. The gathering he had earlier, dispersed, the little one’s getting bored and deciding it was time to annoy the aunt’s snoozing on some towels.

“I bet you my share of my Mum's cake for dessert tonight that your Mum is about to attempt to drown your Dad,” she prods, nodding her head towards you and Chris.

“Aunt Hailey made cake?” Alex asks, pausing his song to stare at his parents, “Sure - but if Mum sprints away and Dad chases after her, I get your share of tomorrow’s dessert too.” Lauren shrugs and begins to a dig a hole between her legs in the sand, “It’s a deal.”

Sure enough, you do just as Lauren predicted, using your element of surprise to quite literally jump onto Chris’ back and topple him face first into the water. Alex, as your own son, wins this bet though. In seconds you’ve sprinted away, diving into the water as fast as you can as Chris emerges, spluttering.

Hyunjin is absolutely right. You can’t out-swim Poseidon. 

Lauren sighs and fills her hole back in with sand, resting her chin on her hand, “How do we live up to that?” “Hm?” Alex questions, turning to look from his parents to the girl next to him. “Your parents, I mean. They’ve been together for how long, and they’re still so playful?”

Alex frowns and looks around for Felix and Hailey, Lauren’s parents. “Mate, have you seen your parents?” He laughs, strumming a random chord on his guitar.

Lauren’s nose scrunches in disdain, “They’re just cuddly 24/7. I want what your parents have.”  “You’re twelve, calm down,” Alex snorts with a raise of his eyebrows. “And you’re fourteen, your point?” She scoffs, kicking sand onto his feet.

“You have plenty of time. You think my parents got to where they are just like magic?” He elaborates, putting his guitar down carefully onto his lap. “Who knows?” Lauren shrugs, then changes the topic abruptly, “Are you training to become an idol?” Alex nods, “I have an audition soon.”

“How come none of us know? I only guessed because I see you practicing all the time,” Lauren asks, gesturing to borrow his guitar. After a second, she quietly begins to strum her own tune. “The adults know… but, I didn’t want to make the younger one’s sad.”

“And me? You weren’t planning on telling me? I’m basically your sister.” Alex shrugs, his eyes hawk-like as he watches her play, already analysing her technique for feedback, “You proved yourself that I didn’t need to. You figured it out eventually.”

“You’ve got some big shoes to fill,” Lauren smiles, turning back to watch you and Chris. Who knows since when, but you’re now sitting on his shoulders, wrestling with Suhwa sitting atop Jisung. “As if your Dad isn’t the Lee Felix.” 

“I’m not trying to be an idol,” Lauren recoils, nose scrunching, “There’s eight of them here already and you’re about to become another.” “Eight retired idols.” 

Both of them lapse into silence, staring out at the large pack of family members in thought. “Dad was worried about me wanting to be an idol, actually. He’s supportive, but he doesn’t want me to feel like I’m stuck in his shadow.”

“He has every right to be worried. For one thing, he’s your Dad. For another, just as my Dad is Lee Felix, your Dad is Bahng Christopher Chahn.” “Yeah but I’m Bahng Alexander Korain, and I can forge my own path.”

Lauren smiles at him then, and it’s this moment perhaps, that sets them both off on a journey to stardom. “And I’m Lee Lauren Seolhee, and maybe… I’ll forge my own path alongside you.”

--

There are many kids, and therefore there are many stories. As the author, I have complete creative liberty with them. Some may grow to be academic genius’, some to be athletic gods. Some might start up their own business. Some simply look to add to the Skz Family. What I chose to write about to finish this series however, is the beginning of the next journey.

This is simply because, as all proposed circle of life’s are, happiness comes and goes. It is spread, universally from one person to the other. And in this universe, where you and Chris have successfully achieved the peak happiness, and accomplished your dreams, the circle of life continues. Now it is the turn of Alex and Lauren, and all other kids of this generation to extend their happiness to others, to give just as Chris did, to love just as Skz did.

Alex and Lauren will eventually debut in the same experimental group. A combination of male and female idols in one overarching group. This group will co-produce songs and episodes, participate in promotions and schedules together, but also complete separate productions as sub-unit male and female groups.

Alex, debuting as A.K-Rain (forever undecided on A.K or Rain or K-Rain for short), will go on as the maknae and lead dancer of the male sub-unit, while Lauren, debuting as Seolhee, takes up the role as leader of the female sub-unit. The whole Skz Family will attend their first concert.

And as you look at Chris’ shining face, proud to the max, you’ll come to the conclusion, that you’d do it all over again - relive your relationship right from the beginning, just to see this very expression again on his face, in this moment.

You’ve done it. You made it. You both… made it.

--

And that my fellow readers, brings Stay Series to an official close.

Below is the full list of children I quite literally randomly generated (I lied I thought hard about them on a walk with my dog). I am aware, that most of them probably wouldn’t have an English name, but I am not Korean and my head was spinning with the effort of trying to figure it all out (who would and wouldn’t have an English name) and incorporate it into the writing - so I just gave everyone everything.

It’s not too important to be honest, but it felt necessary to invent them all. Felt complete. Please, just as a reminder, this does not represent Skz, I can’t predict the future idfk if they’ll have kids or not.

*ages during this particular fic

CHRIS + READER Bahng Alexander (Alex) Korain - Male, 14 Bahng Cameron (Cam) Daeshim - Male, 8 Bahng Juniper (Juni) Yeji - Female, 4

MINHO + JINHEE Lee Amelia Soo - Female, 11

FELIX + HAILEY Lee Lauren Seolhee - Female, 12 Lee Benjamin (Ben/Benji) Kunwoo - Male, 10

JISUNG + SUHWA Han Imogen (Immy) Hyerim - Female, 8 Han Jasper Joontae - Male, 5

CHANGBIN + KIRSTEN Seo Luis Beomsoo - Male, 9 Seo Nicole (Nicki) Yumi - Female, 6

HYUNJIN + SORAYA Twins!! Hwang Samara Yewon - Female, 11 Hwang Sophia (Soph) Yeonhee - Female, 11

SEUNGMIN + YEONJOO Kim Ethan Minjae - Male, 7

JEONGIN + ASHLEY Yang Katy Miyeon - Female, 10 Yang Freya Eunju - Female, 4

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺

-> Parallels -> Masterlist

A/N: No more official updates :'), just bonuses left now. - Kaisowoo

#bang chan x reader #stray kids #bang chan fanfic #bang chan fluff #skz #bang chan #christopher chan bang #bang chan fic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fic

[sailtomarina]

HBD, Harry!

Maybe if he pretended today was like any other day, nobody would remember that it was Harry Potter’s birthday.

Once upon a time, nothing would have made him happier than acknowledgement of his day of birth, much less these several past years of celebration. It had all started with Hagrid’s cake and a curly pig tail, and now? Now, Harry was well into his 30s. The time for rejoicing in turning one year older was over. 

Just this past month he’d finished training the next line of aurors, kids straight out of their N.E.W.T.s and over eager to catch the baddies and get their names in the limelight. He’d put them through their paces, made them almost wish they’d never been born. He could still run laps around young adults twenty years his junior. They only wished they could land a single hex on the Head Auror. 

That still didn’t stop him from realizing that it had been years since he last beat his personal bests. He could glare at his Nimbus 5000 all he wanted—the broom still couldn’t catch his decade-old record. Harry had carved the downward turn of his graph of marathon times into his heart. There was no question about it.

He was getting old.

So forget about the cake, forget about the candles and sparklers. Forget about a special dinner. He’d take Ginny out the next weekend, somewhere poncy, somewhere she’d get to wear some sinful, body-hugging excuse of a dress.

He should’ve known better than to expect her to forget. He should’ve stolen one of Hermione’s latest Time Turners, or maybe jumped straight from bed into his invisibility cloak.

The second he walked into the kitchen for his morning coffee before work, Ginny pounced.

“Hey there, birthday boy.” She snagged him in her arms and shoved him against the counter.

“Ginny, wait—”

Any protests were silenced by a swift yank on his tie, another hand in his still unruly hair—thank goodness he’d never have to worry about balding—and the complete ownership of his lips by one Mrs. Potter.

How could he do anything but submit? Of course he’d wrap his arms around her and her still fit form.

“I made reservations for Tito’s,” she bit out breathlessly, hands now yanking at the buttons of his shirt. 

“Love, I’d rather stay home—” He choked as she twisted a nipple and grinned up at him.

“We can come home after and stay in bed for however long you’d like.” She peppered his chest with kisses, moving steadily downward.

“It’s not that, it’s just…Gin!”

He yanked her up the moment she reached for his belt, and nearly laughed at the look on her face, a mixture of someone having stolen the last pudding and the sight of an open shot to the goalpost.

“What?”

“Can we not celebrate my getting older this year? We can go to Tito’s this weekend instead and celebrate, I dunno, your next big scoop.”

Oh, he did not like the smirk on her lips.

“Are you…having a midlife crisis?”

“No!”

“Because Harry, you know witches and wizards live a lot longer than muggles, right? We’re not even middle aged.”

“I know that.”

“Then why the sudden hesitation?”

He could barely think with the way her fingers brushed up and down his torso. “I’m not old, but I’m not young. I haven’t beaten my own times in years. We have three kids now. I sit behind a desk more than go out into the field.”

Ginny snorted before running her eyes down his body, licking her lips at the sight. “Babe, do you even realize why you’re not getting faster?”

“Why?” He dared her to say it. That he was fat, that he was slow. As ridiculous as the desire was for her to state the ugly truths, he needed someone else to point them out.

She lay her hands flat against his stomach with a predatory smile. “You didn’t have these when you were a seeker, not even in the first few years as an auror.” She pressed down on his abs, making him flex in reaction.

That did make sense. He was several stone heavier now than he was as a new recruit, so of course he’d be slower. He wasn’t a bodybuilder, or anything like that, but there was a weight to his movements now, one that he’d unconsciously adapted to in combat and mock quidditch matches.

“So no more of this birthday-less nonsense, okay? I want to celebrate my husband’s special day…starting right now.”

She resumed her descent and there were no further protests. Harry’s mind blissed out over the next couple of hours, and nobody batted an eyelash when he waltzed into the Auror Department late. It was his birthday, after all.

WC 797 Might this be my first ever Hinny? I think it is, other than when I've referred to them in Dramione pieces. Either way, happy birthday, Harry!

#harry potter fanfiction #hinny #harry x ginny #harry potter x ginny weasley #harry potter #ginny weasley

[levi-supreme]

For your 600 follower event, can I get English breakfast tea and a scone? I’m a huge fan of Lord of the Rings and I talk through the movies a lot, quoting and critiquing them.

Characters: Jean x fem!reader

Prompts: Jean [English breakfast] and movie date [scone]

A/N: Hello there, and thank you so much for the support!!!! I'm sorry this took so long, and I hope you'll enjoy this sweet movie date with Jean!!! 💛 I am not very familiar with LOTR, so a big BIG shout out to @m-jelly for the help on this!!! Thank you so much Jelly! <3

I also apologise for the amount of dialogues in there oops! Having a lovers' squabble with Jean was actually pretty fun to write. Also, I had to rely on youtube videos for a crash course on LOTR so I hope I managed to nail something, and I hope you'll like it too!

Rei’s 600 Follower Event: Date-A-Boyfriend (Closed)

Once a month, you and your boyfriend Jean would organise a movie marathon, and this month, is was your turn to host and choose a movie. You chose to watch The Lord of the Rings as it was your absolute favourite, and you would never miss a chance to watch the movies over and over again.

You two prepared loads of snacks as you knew how long the movies were. There were salted and caramel popcorn, nachos and cheese, pretzels, crackers and dips, veggie chips, cookies, biscuits, chocolate, and also soft drinks as well.

"Remind me how long the marathon would last again?" Jean questioned as you sat on the couch, holding a large bowl of freshly popped caramel popcorn.

"It's 11 hours and 26 minutes, Jean," you giggled, feeding him some hot popcorn. Jean raised his eyebrow.

"Really? I swear the internet told me it was shorter."

You rolled your eyes and laughed, eating some popcorn, "of course it's longer, honey. We have to go with the extended version. It's the only acceptable answer." Jean took the blanket and covered it over both your legs.

"I better not catch you dozing off halfway, then." Jean playfully pinched your cheek. "You always doze off when we get to The Two Towers."

"Nah-uh, not today, sweetie," you laughed and ate some more popcorn, "I'm gonna stay awake." Jean merely smirked and muttered 'that's what you said the last time' under his breath.

"I heard that," you scowled, playfully poking Jean on his ticklish spots making him howl with laughter, "I'll stay awake this time. I promise." Once Jean stopped laughing and you both were comfortable, you took the remote control and started the movie.

»»————-　　————-««

"You actually did stay up all the way, huh?" Jean stretched and yawned loudly when the credits started rolling. Looking at the clock in the living room, it was already close to 7am. Maybe you two could even go to the café nearby for breakfast. You finished your cup of lemonade and turned to face your boyfriend.

"I told you I was going to stay awake." You looked at Jean smugly, stretching your neck and your arms. The both of you continued watching the ending credits roll by silently. You've always had a lingering question in your head every time you watched The Lord of the Rings, and this time, you needed to get this question out of your mind.

"Jean." You broke the silence after the credits finished rolling.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Jean sensed your tone of voice a little different than usual. He eyed you nervously and gulped before nodding, "... yeah?"

"What would you do... if you were in Aragorn's shoes?" You turned to Jean as he looked at you silently. "What would you have done if it were you?"

Jean was tongue-tied. He looked as though he had something to say, yet he just opened and closed his mouth like a gaping goldfish.

"I would've done the same, you know," you turned towards the TV again, "I would've done what Arwen did. I'd give up immortality for a life with the person I love most."

"And I would stop you from doing so, exactly like what Aragorn did."

"But why?" You questioned Jean again, and he remained silent. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I would want you to be happy." Jean stared hard at you. "I—j-just, well. Just imagine. You would've outlived me, for sure. What will happen to you once I'm gone? You're going to be all alone, and you're going to be miserable. You're going to die of a broken heart like Arwen, and I wouldn't want that to happen to you. I don't want you to suffer."

"I beg to differ," you took Jean's hand and held it, "I don't care about all that. Yeah, sure, I will be alone, but at least I was happy. I may be heartbroken without you, but I wouldn't have any regrets. I'd rather live a short but fulfilling life and die of a broken heart than to live a long life filled with regrets."

Jean gripped your hand tighter, staring hard at you again. "Sweetie. Listen to me. That's silly, and very risky, okay? Arwen chose to give up her immortality and look at what happened? If the ring wasn't destroyed, she would have died. All her choices and decisions would have gone to waste."

"But look at them! Arwen saw her future with Aragorn, and they even had a family together. She decided to take a gamble for her happiness and for the man she loved. If that isn't the purest and most beautiful form of love, I don't know what else is.

"Sometimes you just have to take a gamble, honey," you loosened your grip and gently cupped Jean's cheek, "I'll put my faith in the people I trust, and I believe in them too. I'll do anything in my power to be with you.

"Remember what Arwen said to Aragorn in Rivendell? She said 'I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone', and that is exactly what I want to tell you too. It doesn't matter that I'll be alone. What matters is that I get be with you, and that's already more than enough."

Jean looked at you again and sighed, laughing and shaking his head in defeat, "fine, sweetie, you win, okay? I'm yours until the end of eternity."

Smiling, you gently pat Jean's cheek, giving him a kiss. "And so am I. I'm yours until the end of eternity too."

As you stretched your limbs on the couch, Jean looked at you again and suddenly, he pulled you into his embrace and hugged you tightly. Your arms snaked up his back and hugged him in return, and the both of you remained in each other's embrace.

"I know your question was hypothetical, but don't ask me things like this again, 'kay? It's scary." Jean muttered out of a sudden, causing you to break out a laughter.

"You're ruining the moment, Jean, shhh," you giggled, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck, "just keep quiet and hug me." The both of you continued hugging each other on the couch, until Jean's stomach rumbled loudly, making you burst out laughing again.

"Well I'm sorry to ruin the moment again, but I'm starving, and I want food. Proper food." Your giant boyfriend grumbled and shook himself free from the hug. "Let's wash up and get breakfast." Jean complained again and pushed himself off the couch, dragging you to the bathroom while you had a wide smile on your face.

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Grains of Sand

Season Two Episode Four

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader (Aaron Hotchner’s Sister)

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Summary: The team drums up ideas to help Spencer and Y/N celebrate their one-year anniversary.

Notes: Oh my god, I can’t believe I accidentally skipped this episode! No wonder my numbers were off. Anyway, this is the actual episode four. I’m so sorry! I promise, I’m really trying to give you guys some fluff this season, but there’s just so much angst haha. 

Warnings: Mild sexual content, alcholism 

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You were getting better. Each day, Spence noticed that you smiled a little more than the last, you laughed more, and you resembled the woman he met again. He was right. 

You were the strong one. 

“What are you working on?” He asked, pouring you both your morning coffee. You had your nose in a file, hand scribbling away in your notebook.

“I’m putting together a possible study,” you said. 

“Oh?” He set your mug in front of you and kissed your temple before taking the seat across the table. 

“It’s just an idea,” you shrugged. “I’ll tell you about it when I figure out a little more.” 

“Oh.” He tried not to sound too dejected. You usually couldn’t wait to share your projects with him. 

You put your notes aside and gave him a bright smile. “So, there’s a classic horror marathon on TV this weekend and I was thinking- fingers crossed you’re here- that we can make a big deal out of it. We can get cheap Halloween candy, stay in our pajamas, and have a cozy, creepy weekend all to ourselves.”

Spence grinned. Having already made his own plans for the weekend, this was a good cover to make sure his stayed a surprise. Plus, he was always up for classic monster movies, especially with you. 

You always laughed when he did the voices along with the actors. Everyone else thought it was weird. 

Now he just needed the time to actually plan his plans. With absolutely no idea where to start. No big deal. 

Spencer got up to clear the table and you slurped down the rest of your coffee. 

“I’ll get it,” you blurted, hurriedly grabbing his plate and yours and walking over to the trash. You dumped the food scraps and used napkins on top of the empty bottle at the bottom of the bag. 

That was close.

You made a mental note to take it out as soon as he left for work. 

Spence noted your odd reaction, but decided not to say anything about it. He checked his watch and finished his coffee. 

“I have to get going, but maybe we can get lunch?”

“Actually, I’m getting lunch with JJ today,” you said, making your way back to the table to give him a kiss. “How about I bring you coffee in the afternoon, hm? Sonia wants to meet with SES Strauss anyway, so I can stop by her office and set up a meeting.” 

“She lets you do that?” He asked, surprised. To be completely honest, he had always been just a little afraid of the Section Chief. 

You snickered. “I’m pretty sure she likes me more than my brother, so I should be fine.”

“Strauss really doesn’t seem to like him, does she?” He chuckled and shook his head. You watched him as he left, keeping a sunny grin on your face until the door closed behind him. You fell against the table, face in your hands and shoulders slumped. 

Two weeks had passed since Colorado. Two weeks of splitting yourself in half. One side smiled and laughed and planned fun date weekends. The side that was genuinely getting better. The side that felt normal again. Then there was the other half- the empty one that could only be filled by that numbing liquid. The side that had to suffer in order for the other to recover, like your own personal Omelas. 

But if it meant keeping Spencer and Aaron from worrying- on top of everything else in their lives- then it was worth it. Spence was already dealing with so much after what happened with Ben Cyrus, you couldn’t stand being an added thing. So you learned how to keep the two sides separate, which was exhausting, but in the span of everything, what harm could a few nights a week really do? 

You took a moment to collect yourself and walked to your desk. The little table calendar was decorated with little ghosts and pumpkins that Spencer drew and every time you saw it, you couldn’t help but grin. This year, Halloween meant more than just a holiday of spooks and treats. 

In just over a week it would be you and Spencer’s one year anniversary. 

And that was reason enough to put on a smile. 

-

Reid had an unusual pep coming into the office that morning and it did not go unnoticed. Morgan watched him set his bag down and then rush off to Garcia’s office with this goofy glow on his face. 

“What’s that about?” Prentiss asked. While the injuries on her face were barely visible, Reid still had a hard time looking her in the eye since they got back. Seeing him excited made her heart happy. 

Morgan stood up with a curious smirk. “I’m gonna go find out.” 

Garcia was setting a new knick knack on her desk when the sweet genius knocked on her door. 

“Vault of the All Knowing, you may enter,” she proclaimed. 

Reid stepped in tentatively, “Hey Garcia,” he said, “you consider yourself to be a romantic, right?” 

She spun around so quickly she almost fell out of her chair. “Are you asking me for love advice?” 

The wild excitement in her eyes was enough to frighten him a little. “Yes?” 

Garcia squealed. “Oh my God, come in, sit down. I have been preparing for this.” She pulled two mugs out from a drawer. “What kind of tea do you like?”

“I really don’t need any-”

“Do you want my help?” She snipped. He nodded, wide eyed. “Then we are doing this the right way.” She picked out two bags and sashayed out to get some hot water. Reid sat awkwardly and waited, toying with one of Garcia’s desk-pets. 

“I am hurt.” The voice from the doorway made him jump. Reid whirled around and felt an embarrassed blush rush to his face as he saw Morgan’s smug grin. “I am deeply offended that you would go to Garcia for advice with the ladies and not me. Sorry, lady. Singular.” 

“It’s not really that I need advice, I just-” 

It was too late. Morgan took the chair across from him. Garcia returned. 

“Yay, now it’s a party,” she beamed, handing Reid the mugful of earl gray. “Okay, ask away my beautiful, brilliant friend.”

The room fell into silence. Reid shrunk under the stares of the two agents before him and nervously sipped the warm tea. 

“I-um- I was just hoping you would have some ideas to help me with- uh-” He stammered. “Okay, I need you both to stop looking at me like you’re my parents and I’m going on my first date.” 

“Alright then, Lover Boy, what do you need help with?” 

Garcia smacked Morgan’s arm. “This is why you weren’t invited.” 

“I’m just trying to get this moving,” he said. “He clearly needs help with something.” 

“Our anniversary is coming up,” Reid finally blurted. The two bickering friends turned back to him. “And I need help figuring out what to do. I don’t really know how to be… romantic, I guess.”

They looked at him, then at each other, then back at him and wide grins spread across their faces. 

“A year already, huh?” Morgan asked.

“That is so sweet!” Garcia cheered. She clapped her hands together. “Oh, there’s so many possibilities. Okay, brainstorm. What are the things that make you think of Y/N?”

Reid answered with little need to think. “Books. Coffee. Research. Homicide. Criminal Psychology. ABBA.”  

“Whoa, slow down, sweetie.”

Morgan held up a hand. “Hold up,” he leaned forward on his elbows. “ABBA?” 

Reid took another sip and shrugged. “She used to put them on and dance around the apartment when she thought I wasn’t home. Now she sometimes gets me to dance with her. It’s actually pretty fun. ABBA’s upbeat tempo and lyrics are quite nice for stress dancing. Plus, it’s really cute when Y/N sings along.” 

He smiled into his mug and Garcia put a hand on her chest, her lower lip jutting out in a pout. 

“That is adorable.” 

Reid set the mug down and let his hands fall helplessly to his lap. “But I still don’t know what to do to make this day special. I mean, so much has happened, and with everything that happened in Colorado, I think she’s been trying really hard to make everything feel normal and I want to do something that would mean a lot.” 

“I think you’re selling yourself a little short, Reid,” Morgan said. “You took the woman to London less than a month ago. That was romantic, right?” 

Reid’s blush returned, his mind conjuring images and feelings of you and nights spent not sleeping. Sheets and skin and sighs…

 He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

Morgan smirked, sensing the younger agent’s shift in thought. “See? You know what you’re doing. You just have to get out of your head to do it, you know?”

“Follow your heart,” Garcia added. 

Spencer took this in and felt a flurry of ideas pop up in the back of his mind. It wasn’t much, but it might be something to go off of. He stood and smiled. 

“Thanks guys.” 

He bounded out the door with new determination, leaving the other two to sit in satisfied silence. 

Morgan chuckled. “They grow up so fast.” 

-

The waitress filled your waters and you gazed over the menu. 

JJ wrinkled her nose. “I don’t think I can actually stomach any of this.” She laughed lightly and put the menu aside, committing to her drink instead. “Thanks for being able to do this, by the way. I feel like I haven’t seen you at all lately.” 

“Are you kidding? Your schedule is busier than mine. I’m always happy to see you guys. I barely see the one I live with as it is,” you said. After ordering, you both talked about work and the London trip and other things you’d been meaning to catch up on. “You’re due in just a couple of weeks, right?” 

She nodded. “Yes, and then this will finally be over!” She laid a hand on her middle, laughing. “I gotta say, as excited as I am to have this baby, I’m just as excited to not throw up and waddle and cry from hormones all the time.” 

The both of you snickered for a moment and you looked down at your silverware, twisting your fork back and forth on the table. JJ read you like a book. 

“You and Spence’s anniversary is next week right?” She asked. 

You perked up again. “Yeah. October 30th. It’s kinda crazy to think it’s been a year. I mean… so much has happened.” 

“You two have been through a lot together, that’s for sure,” she said. “But I’ve never seen him happier.” Another few quiet moments passed. JJ watched your gaze dart between her belly and her face, and each time you would take another long gulp of water. There was something in your eyes that she recognized. “Have you thought about it?” 

“Hmm?” You snapped back to the table, having been lost in your thoughts. 

“Have you ever thought about having kids?” She wondered. “If you don’t mind me asking.” 

“No, I don’t mind.” You took another drink. “If I’m being honest, I never have before. When the things that happened to me happen, I don’t know, it doesn’t exactly fuel a maternal drive. Plus the only serious relationship I had after that, the guy twice my age and using me. No, I’ve never really seen myself as a mother.” You got that look in your eye again. A kind of dreaminess. Hope. “But Spence would be such a great dad, wouldn’t he?” 

JJ smiled, but there was almost a sadness in her eyes. A kind of sympathy that you didn’t understand the origin of. But she could tell how heart broken you were at the thought of never being good enough to be a mom because of your past. She wanted to tell you that you would both make great parents, that any kid would be lucky to have you for a mother. But she knew that now wasn’t the right moment. 

“Yeah,” she agreed. “That kid would have the best bedtime stories.” 

Both of you hardly touched your food and Jennifer picked up on other little things throughout the meal. She may not be a profiler, but she could tell that you were on edge, but doing a damn good job of hiding it. Maybe it was nerves about your anniversary or still recovering from Spence almost getting killed in Colorado, but something was definitely up. She just hoped her bringing up having kids hadn’t upset you. 

“We should probably get going,” you said, forcing yourself to have a few more bites despite not being hungry. “I told Spence I’d bring him some coffee this afternoon when I go to talk to Strauss.” 

“You should stop by your brother’s too,” JJ suggested. “I know he would love to see you.” 

“Are we talking about the same Aaron?” You chuckled. While progress had been made concerning your odd connections to his job, he still always seemed very uncomfortable to see you at the BAU. Besides, you still had reason for keeping off your big brother’s radar. “I’ll see you in a bit, I guess?”

She smiled and nodded, wanting to say more but knowing how. Jennifer watched you walk away with an ache in her chest. There was something wrong- something you were desperately trying to hide- but she just didn’t know what.

-

“Well look who’s decided to grace us with her presence,” Morgan said, getting up from his desk to hug you. 

“It’s good to see you too, Derek,” you laughed, stretching out your arm so the cupholder full of coffee cups wouldn’t fall. “And, I bring gifts.” 

“Oh my god, you’re an angel,” Emily exclaimed, taking her coffee with a grin. 

Derek patted your shoulder. “Professor Hot Stuff strikes again.” He spoke pointedly at Reid, chuckling at the jealous tint in the younger agent’s cheeks. It was all brotherly fun, of course.They both knew that Derek would never cross that line- he only saw you as a good friend. But it was good for the team’s genius to get his blood boiling every once in a while. 

You set a cup on Spencer’s desk and ran a hand through his hair. He gave you a small smile, putting a hand on the small of your back as he set his paperwork aside. 

“How was lunch?” 

You thought of your conversation with JJ and couldn’t help the creeping images of Spence with some little boy or girl, reading to them before bed and helping with their math homework. You pushed the thoughts aside. 

“Good,” you said. “I’ve been craving a little girl-talk.” 

“Which is why we have plans to get coffee next week,” Emily chimed. 

Derek held up his hand. “Alright, now I just feel left out.” 

“From what I hear you get plenty of company,” you teased. His jaw dropped in mock offense. Spencer had to cover his mouth to keep from laughing too loud. “Don’t worry, Muscle Man, I’m sure I can work you into my busy schedule sometime.” 

The four of you conversed merrily for a while before a looming, serious presence appeared over the bullpen. You gave your brother a wide, hiding smile. 

“Aaron, hey. I brought coffee.” You held up the last cup as a peace offering. 

“Hey,” he said. He didn't seem angry or annoyed. He seemed genuinely glad to see you. Still, you knew how to recognize the concern in his gaze. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

You gulped. “Actually, I’m here to see SES Strauss for my boss-”

“It’ll just take a second.” 

Any more resistance would raise questions so you just agreed with a shrug. You gave Spence a parting smile and walked up to Aaron’s office. With every step, you evaluated all of your motions, every tell he would be able to catch. 

“You know, you should really work on your entrance,” you joked as he closed the door. “I mean, every time I’m here, you just appear like the Phantom of the Opera-”

“Why are you avoiding me?” He interrupted. 

Your brows drew together to imitate confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“You haven’t taken my calls, you’ve canceled dinner plans twice, and you stopped staying with Haley when we’re on a case.” 

“I stopped sleepwalking,” you shrugged. “I didn’t want to keep being an inconvenience. Hell, I’m even sleeping through the night now. How does that mean I’m avoiding you?”

“We haven’t spoken since Reid got trapped in the compound.” 

“In case you haven’t noticed, Aaron, we’re both incredibly busy people,” you said. You crossed your arms. “Work has been going really well. I enjoy what I do. Spencer finally doesn’t walk on eggshells around me. Things have started to feel normal. I don’t know why it’s so hard for you to believe that I could actually be doing better.”

“You’re overcompensating,” he argued. He narrowed his eyes. It was clear how hard you were trying to put everything to the way it was before your birthday, but it was more than just not wanting to deal with the trauma. There was something else you were hiding. 

“And you aren’t?” You fired back, turning this ridiculous inquiry on him. “You were back in the field before you were even really cleared. You’ve been burying yourself in your work ever since what happened in New York.” 

“This isn’t about me-”

“Maybe it should be.” 

“The explosion was months ago,” he started, but again you interrupted him.

“So was the anniversary.” You took steps towards him. “You aren’t the only one who’s worried, Aaron. Maybe you should figure out yourself before you jump on me.” 

You started for the door, but he put a hand on your arm. 

“Wait,” he sighed and pulled you into his arms. 

The embrace, at first, made your body go rigid. You wanted to crumble and cry and tell him everything. Inside, you were screaming to tell him about the bar. The bottle at the bottom of the trash can. The burning in your throat you were feeling even now. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. 

“You’re right. I’m sorry,” he said against your shoulder. He held you a little tighter. “I just… I just wish you would talk to me.” 

A crack of guilt shot through your heart. Still, you kept your demon buried, if only to protect him from him. 

“I’m doing better, Aaron. Really,” you smiled, pulling away. “And I worry about you too, you know? You have to take care of yourself every once in a while or you’re going to fall apart.” You hugged him again, hiding your teary eyes from his gaze. “I love you, big brother.” 

His hand cupped the back of your head like you were a little kid and his arms were the one thing protecting you from the monsters. Even if you wouldn’t let him see what the monsters were. 

“I love you too.” 

You pushed away again, putting on a brave face and giving him a small smile. “I’d better get to Strauss’ office before she finds a way to blame you for my tardiness.” 

He chuckled and opened the door. 

You went back to Spencer’s desk to retrieve your cup of coffee. He hooked his finger through your belt loop. 

“Is everything okay?” He asked. 

You nodded and cleared your throat. “Oh that? Yeah. He was just asking if I wanted to come to a late birthday dinner for Jack.” You leaned down to kiss his forehead. “I’ll see you later, yeah?” 

“Okay,” he hesitated. You seemed fine enough, but there was something you weren’t telling him. Before you could go, he pulled you down for one more kiss, to which you both came away beaming. 

As you left, he could sense Morgan’s teasing gaze on him. Reid just smirked and opened a new file. 

“Shut up.” 

-

Something shifted after the day you came to the BAU. Spencer noticed you working a little harder to be cheery when he came home from a case or to comfort him when he was stressed. It seemed every time he had a nightmare- which were more frequent recently- you were already awake and ready to hold him until he fell asleep again. You were a pillar of strength when he wanted to be one for you. 

All the more reason he wanted to do something extra special when the day of your anniversary finally came.  

He got Garcia to help him go shopping and made sure that dinner was ready by the time you got home. He filled ornate chalices with fruit punch and carefully lit dozens of candles around the table and kitchen until the apartment somewhat resembled the gothic manor he was going for. 

You heard the music before you even reached the door. The low classical sound beckoned your curiosity. You snapped your gum- the minty aroma masking your breath- and continued towards it. 

You opened the door, expecting to see your regular apartment, but instead you were greeted by candlelight and a red carpet leading to the dinner table. 

“What the hell-” You started, mouth agape with surprise. 

“Wait wait wait!” Spence exclaimed, sticking his head out from the kitchen. “You’re home early, just… just give me a second.” 

“Okay?” You spit your gum into the trash and closed the door. Spencer hurried back out, a long black cloak hung around his shoulders. 

“Velcome to o-our an-an-ani,” he sighed. “Hold on.” He took out a pair of plastic fangs. “Welcome to our anniversary dinner.” He held out his hands, displaying the table setting behind him with a bright, goofy grin. 

You laughed, taking in everything. The chalices, the pasta, the candles. “Is this supposed to be… Dracula?” 

He beamed. “‘How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.’ It’s the book you talked about on our first date and I thought, with it being so close to Halloween and all, it would be fitting. I don’t know, I know it seems silly, but it made me think of you and Garcia and Morgan told me to just follow my heart so-”

“I love it,” you blurted before he could get too far in his own head. “But Spence,”Your smile was sweetly surprised, but still confused. “Our anniversary isn’t until next week.” 

“The anniversary of our first date is next week,” he corrected, his eyes filling with such love it made your chest ache. “But today- a year ago today- at 3:35 P.M., I helped a beautiful, brilliant, incredible woman reach Anna Karenina from the top shelf.” He took your hand in both of his and held it up to his lips. He kissed each knuckle gently, helping him focus through his overwhelming emotions. “Y/N, to me, today is our anniversary because I knew from the moment I met you that I wanted to be with you.” 

Your heart swelled and the lump in your throat made it impossible to speak. “Spencer…”

“I love you, Y/N. And I know things are hard right now and I know I haven’t been able to be with you through it all like I want to, but I need you to know how much I love you and how much you’ve changed my life and made this year the best of my life.” 

He pulled you into his arms, wrapping the cape around the both of you and closed the space between your lips. 

You were breathless, overwhelming happiness and surprise still making your chest fill with warmth. The stress of the day melted away quicker than it had when you tried using your flask to forget everything. 

“Happy anniversary, Y/N,” Spencer grinned, pulling away to look at your face. 

You gazed back into the loving, hazel eyes and let yourself drink in his presence. “Happy anniversary, Spencer. I love you.”

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(not so) secret santa

yeji x fem!reader

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coming home you throw your bag to the side and plop onto your bed. letting out a frustrated sigh you look at the time and then toward your desk eyeing the nicely wrapped package with yeji’s name written in calligraphy.

the class had assigned everyone their secret santa partners and were tasked to give their gifts before the start of the break. too shy to approach your assigned person, you lay in bed replaying all the failed attempts at asking you tried throughout the day. a ping from your phone interrupts your solemn mood, reading the text your smile grows.

‘the (not so secret) santa yeji: hey~ i’m bored, cold, and bought a new box of hot cocoa :) can i sleep over tonight?’

‘sure thing!!! see u soon :>’

realizing your new opportunity to redeem yourself you spring out of bed and rush to clean up a bit. just as you finish a knock on the door makes your ears perk up. running over you open the door with a shy smile to greet her. “come in yeji!!” the cat eyed beauty nods shivering from the cold, taking off her sweater she lets out a content sigh holding her bag tightly.

“ahhhh it’s so warm in here! thanks for having me come so last minute. i heard you weren’t going to the party so i figured you could use some company…” guiding her to the living room you let out a nervous laugh.

“thanks it was getting boring but now that my favorite person is here, the real party can begin.” taking a seat on the couch near her you watch her hug the bag rather possessively.

“so…since it’s winter break why don’t we have a christmas movie marathon until our eyeballs bleed?”

“YES!!!! let’s do it!! i’ll get the snacks ready, why don’t you take a shower first so it’ll be more relaxing?”

nodding yeji takes the mystery bag and heads toward your room to use the bathroom.

as you head to the kitchen to prepare the treats you realize that her gift is still lying around.

“oh um yeji!!! don’t use my bathroom it’s not…it’s not clean yet!”

heart rate increasing you rush to your room hoping she hasn’t entered only to see the door to your room open. taking a peek inside you watch yeji eye the box with curiosity and realize the jig was up. going inside to face the music her head turns toward you walking in rubbing your arm.

“i-i can explain!!! i-it was our t-teacher she assigned me to- but you’re so popular and pretty i didn’t know how to approach you and failed every opportunity to ask you. b-but you don’t have to accept it i-i can return it or-“

your rambling is cut off by her laughter, holding a hand out to stop you yeji’s body visibly relaxes as well as the grip on her bag. waiting for her to calm you watch as she pulls out of her bag a wrapped box with your name on it.

“i was your secret santa too! what are the odds? i thought you were going to the party since you were avoiding me so i was thinking of a way to give you your gift when i overheard in the group chat that you weren’t going and well… here i am giving you that perfume set you’ve been raving about.” with wide eyes you rip open the packaging and cover your mouth seeing the small sample set with a cute card inside.

“yeji….that’s so sweet of you…and to think all i got you was a beanie i crocheted last year-“

“what?!” opening your box yeji mirrors your surprised look as she sees the cute little cat eared hat nicely wrapped with a small letter confessing your feelings to her but she didn’t have to know that yet. “oh my-” putting on the cat ears yeji takes a selfie to see herself and grins brightly at her new look.

“i love it!!!! oh you’re the best peanut!!!” leaning in she kisses you on the cheek giggling. stunned by her actions your face reddens as yeji looks at you confused before turning red herself realizing what she did. “i-i-i-i’m so sorry i-“ mustering up some courage you cut her off by leaning in to kiss her cheek as well giggling.

“i also like you too if that wasn’t obvious. i don’t crochet cat beanies for just anyone you know?” tackling you into a hug yeji peppers your face with kisses laughing joyfully.

“oh i’m so happy right now. we’re definitely going to be talking more about this later but right now-“ burying her head in the crook of your neck she tickles you with her breath. “-i want to watch ‘the nightmare before christmas’ with you in my arms and a mug of that hot cocoa i bought.”

“of course jiji~ go shower for real now and i’ll get things ready.” pulling away she still holds you rubbing your sides softly.

“wanna join me~?”

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[the-amazing-simp]

The Love Language of Cuddles | UDDUP Collection

📝 Title: The Love Language of Cuddles

📚 Requested: Yes/No

✍ Summary: Peter always likes to hold on to you like you're his lifeline, and you're basically the same. | 1.1k

📖 prompt: being intimate with each other

💌 A continuation of this drabble.

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Every person has a special way of showcasing their affection for their significant other.

The moment you and Peter had started dating, the two of you can’t keep your hands off each other - literally.

Neither of you minded anyway, this was just how the both of you showed that you loved each other.

And if anyone even asked who was more “touch starved” between you and Peter, the two of you would just look at each other before bursting out laughing.

There was always a moment wherein Peter’s arm would be secured around your waist, your hands would be intertwined together, the two of you cuddled up in each other’s arms while having a movie marathon on a Friday night.

–

You were currently walking to your locker with Gwen, having just finished your last class of the week.

“Anyway.” She said once you had reached your locker which was just next to hers, “when should we start on our partner project? It is due in two weeks.”

You thought about it for a moment, “We could start on Monday if you want.”

Gwen smiled as she nodded, “Sounds great.”

Closing your locker, you immediately felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist as you breathed in the familiar scent of lemon shampoo along with a hint of lab disinfectant.

“Seriously, Parker?” Gwen playfully glared at the boy attached to your waist, “You can’t give me at least 5 minutes with my best friend?”

“Hey, that wasn’t just five minutes.” Peter complained, jutting his bottom lip out in a small pout, “Your class was an hour and a half.”

You turned around in his embrace, pressing a brief kiss to his lips, “Well, it is Friday so we can watch a movie later after doing that English reaction paper on Pride and Prejudice.”

Your best friend rolled her eyes, despite not being able to hide her smile at how adorable you and Peter were, “You do know that he basically clings to you like a koala right?”

“So?” You laughed, leaning into Peter’s embrace, “One, I don’t mind - I’m basically the same. Two, koalas are cute.”

Gwen laughed, fondly shaking her head, “Now I can’t decide which one of you is more whipped.”

–

“Do you want to get some ice cream or coffee?” Peter asked, swinging your hand in his as the two of you walked the streets of New York.

“Hmm,” you mused, “how about some ice cream but I’ll get the coffee crumble flavor so it’s basically two in one.”

He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “You do have a point there love.”

You scrunched up your nose, “See? I’m a genius, just like my boyfriend.”

“Hey, if there’s any genius between us, then it’d be you.” Peter said, kissing your cheek.

You playfully pushed his hand away from yours, “If you don’t stop I might already get my fill of sweets before we even get the ice cream.”

Peter made a face at you before capturing your hand back in his, “Why? Because you can’t help but melt under my gaze?”

“That was cheesy.” You deadpanned, “But kinda cute. How on earth do you make everything so adorable? Did you get that from the radioactive spider too?”

“Now that’s just offensive.”

–

“Peter,” you called from your spot on the living room couch, scrolling through Netflix while Peter went to get some popcorn, “what genre are you feeling tonight?”

“Are you okay with a rom-com?” He asked.

“Am I okay with breathing?” you jokingly retorted before scrolling through the romance section.

“Okay, do you want one that’ll make you use up all the tissues we have or the one that makes you feel like you want to kiss me?”

“I always feel like I want to kiss you.” Peter said, coming into the room with the bowl of popcorn in hand.

Rolling your eyes at him, you took the bowl from him, “You know what I mean.”

He chuckled, pecking a kiss to your cheek before pulling you into his chest, “Whatever you feel like watching - I’m not that picky.”

“Really?” You asked, giving him a sly smile, “I remember that speech you gave when you asked me out and one of the lines said, ‘I take time with the ones I choose because I don’t want a smile if it’s not from you’.”

Peter made a face at you, muttering a small “shut up.” as the movie started to play in the background.

“What? It’s true.” You laughed, throwing some popcorn in his face.

Just as Peter pulled you even closer to his chest, the piercing ringtone of your phone cut through the air.

Your boyfriend groaned, picking up your phone from the coffee table next to the couch as he looked at the caller id.

“It’s Gwen.”

Before you could say anything, Peter answered the call and put it on speaker.

“You do know that you’re interrupting a very important moment right?” Your boyfriend frowned.

“Ew!” Gwen’s voice rang from the device, “If you two are seriously having sex right now, first of all - that’s disgusting of you to answer my call and once the call has ended, I will be washing my phone and my ears out. Second, please drop this call before I get an image in my mind that I don’t want in the first place.”

“Relax.” You laughed, “Peter was talking about us cuddling while watching a movie. So, you’re fine.”

“I swear, that boy clings to you like you’re his only lifeline.” Gwen muttered as she breathed a sigh of relief.

“So, why did you call?” You asked.

“Oh, I just wanted to ask if you’re doing the presentation or will I do it since we’re splitting the research anyway.”

You shrugged, “Well, I’ll be fine doing the presentation.”

“Great!” Gwen said before Peter piped up, “Are you done now?”

“Yes.” Gwen scoffed, the eyeroll could be practically heard in her voice, “You may go back to hoarding my best friend.”

“Technically, it’s no hoarding.”

“Cuddling then.”

With that, Peter pressed the red button and threw your phone back on the table.

He just shrugged when you gave him a look, “What? She did say that it was fine.”

You couldn’t help the smile that reached your lips as you snuggled further into your boyfriend’s embrace before turning back to the movie.

Peter was just quietly running his hands through your hair while you were busy drawing random patterns on his arms, film long forgotten in the background.

No words needed to be exchanged for the two of you to say how much you loved each other, how much you cherished each other.

A single touch was more than enough.

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Three's A Crowd

Cora Jade x Skye Blue x Female! reader

Summary~ you and your girlfriend's Cora and Skye move into a very small apartment

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"Are you sure this is big enough for all of us?" Skye asked you curiously while walking around the ridiculously small apartment "now that I'm seeing it in person I don't think so".

Cora walked in a few minutes later and looked around "nope I'm not living here" she started to walk out until you grabbed her waist and pulled her back in.

She sighed and crossed her arms as you held her tightly to your body "listen, we'll live here for a week and if you still don't like it by then we'll move okay?".

Skye walked over and cradled Cora's face and pecked her lips "just give it a chance Cora, it may be small but that doesn't mean we can't turn it into a home"

Cora smiled at Skye and turned in your arms "okay I'll give it a chance" "perfect that's all I asked for". You let go of Cora and grabbed a box that was on the floor "Let's start unpacking then".

After unpacking everything

All three of you just finished unpacking and threw yourselves on the couch that recently got delivered. "Fuck, I forgot how much I hate unpacking" Skye complained as she snuggled into your side.

"me too, unpacking sucks, especially when it's a full house worth" Cora also snuggled into your side as you wrapped your arms around both girls.

You laughed and kissed both their foreheads "well look at the brightside loves, it's all unpacked and organized now".

Cora looked around mesmerized at how everything was put together "you know I'm actually starting to like this place".

Skye grinned and looked up at you "I guess we were right then y/n, all she needed was some time to get used to it.

Cora scoffed and got up off the couch "whatever you two I'm going to bed, you can join me but knowing you both your gonna be up till two am watching movies"

You giggled and made grabby hands at Cora "come here darling i want a kiss before you go to bed" Cora snickered at your childish behavior and bent down to peck you on the lips and then did the same to Skye.

"Goodnight my loves I'll see you both in the morning" then she made her way into the newly decorated bedroom.

That left you and Skye in the living room contemplating what you guys are gonna do "horror movie marathon tonight?" You looked at her bizarrely "umm last time I checked you didn't like horror movies"

She smirked and rested her chin on your shoulder "maybe I'm just looking for an excuse to cuddle you to death"

"Well I'm not complaining"

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18

Happy birthday, Remus Lupin! One of my comfort characters and my favourites. Here's some birthday fluff to commemorate the occasion :)

3 March 1978

Dear Mrs Lupin Hope Mrs Lupin

I hope you're doing well. I wanted to ask you a favour, if you have the time. Could you send me your recipe for your chocolate cake? As you know, it's Remus's birthday next week, and last night's moon was rough, so I wanted to do something special for him.

I hope it's not too much to ask.

Sincerely,

Sirius O. Black

*

Dear Sirius

Please call me Hope. It makes me feel like an old lady to see "Mrs Lupin". Thank you for your letter, and for taking care of my boy (our boy, really). Attached is my chocolate cake recipe, as requested, though I'm not sure how you plan to bake it, since you're not supposed to be in the kitchen. I won't ask any questions. I know you have your ways.

I've just written to Euphemia to ask if you can come stay with us for part of the summer. I'm sure you have big plans after graduation, but I'd love to see you and Remus for a bit before you go into the world as Real Adults.

Have a good term and don't get into too much trouble.

Love,

Hope

*

As far as birthdays went, Remus's 18th birthday was wonderful. It was a Friday, so his friends had planned a big party for the next night after the Hogsmeade visit, giving everyone a quiet night after the week while still allowing themselves to have some fun.

James had somehow acquired helium balloons, which he had attached to Remus's bag, ensuring everyone who passed him in the corridors wished him a happy birthday.

Sirius had, of course, been endlessly sweet all day, walking him to every class, despite needing to be elsewhere, and bribing the house elves to serve waffles for breakfast.

For the first time in a few months, Remus felt completely calm. Even with his fears for the future and upcoming exams, he could comfort himself with the fact that he was surrounded by people who loved him and wouldn't let him slip through the cracks.

After dinner and a marathon study session with Lily, he wandered back to the dorms. Strangely, there was barely any noise when he got to the door. Usually, James and Sirius would be laughing loudly and chatting at this time of night on a Friday, and they never bothered to cast a muffling charm. Tonight, however, he could only hear noise from the common room filtering up the stairs.

Slowly, he opened the door, in case one of his friends was already asleep. As he stepped into the room, he looked around in awe. Instead of the usual mess and chaos, the dorm was quiet and warm. Someone had charmed the candles to float near the ceiling and cast warm light onto the crimson walls. Soft music was playing from the record player and, somehow, the usual smell that seemed to exist simply because of the room's inhabitants was gone.

Remus turned to his bed and found the source of the change: Sirius. He was sitting cross-legged near the headboard with a small tray containing a chocolate cake and a small box in front of him. Remus grinned and went to sit next to him, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he sat down.

"Happy birthday, Moony," Sirius whispered.

"Thank you, Pads," he responded. "This is so lovely, and just what I needed this week."

Sirius cut them each a slice of cake and handed a plate to Remus, who immediately took a bite, barely waiting for Sirius to pick up his own fork.

"Is this my mom's recipe?" Remus asked quietly.

"Yeah, I owled her for it last week. Is it okay?"

Sirius frowned slightly, checking Remus's face for any signs of discomfort.

"It's perfect, Pads. Thank you."

Remus's eyes started to sting a little as he ate. He hadn't had his mother's chocolate cake on his birthday since he had started at Hogwarts and had sorely missed it.

When they had finished eating, Sirius stacked their plates and picked up the small box from the tray.

"I wanted to give this to you in person," he started nervously. "So you don't feel pressured or anything. I know I already gave you a gift this morning, but this one's a little different and I want you to know that you don't have to say yes now, okay? You can think about it or even say no and I won't be hurt or offended, okay?"

Remus laughed a little, but reached forward to squeeze Sirius's hand in comfort.

"Can I open the gift before you worry about my response?"

Sheepishly, Sirius handed him the box. The wrapping was impeccable, with perfectly folded corners and a ribbon wrapped around it. Remus opened it carefully, trying not to ruin Sirius's hardwork. Inside the box was a small key, attached to a pawprint keyring.

Remus looked up at his boyfriend expectantly.

"I bought a flat," Sirius burst out. "I got my inheritance from Alphard and I went looking in London over Christmas and I found the perfect place so I bought it. There's a fireplace and two bedrooms and so much space for bookshelves. The balcony is tiny, but it's perfect for a little herb garden, and the kitchen has just enough space for two people to move around, and the whole place is just perfect. And I was hoping you'd move in there with me? The whole place is fully paid for, but we can split the costs of water and groceries and that sort of thing, because I know you don't want any handouts, but it can be our place. We can stack your books next to my records and you can drive me crazy by leaving your shoes in the middle of the lounge. In winter we can cuddle by the fire and in summer we can open all the windows and let the breeze in. I know it's a lot, and I'm sure you'll want to talk to your parents and think about it, but I couldn't not ask. And the key's yours, whether you move in or not. But will you? Move in, that is."

Remus looked between his boyfriend and the key, taking in Sirius's wide eyes and the little silver keyring he'd picked out while he processed his little speech.

He could see it so clearly. He'd cook dinner every night and Sirius would wash all the dishes. They'd fall asleep next to each other, the windows open to let in some light. The second bedroom could be his office and he could fill it with research or writing or whatever he was doing and Sirius could study for his healer training in there whole Remus brought him cups of tea and reminded him to take breaks.

"Of course I'll move in with you, Pads," he answered eventually. "I'd love nothing more."

Sirius grinned and pulled Remus into a kiss, sealing the deal. Remus had never seen the apartment, never walked around it and checked it out for himself, but it didn't matter. It was perfect for him for no other reason that Sirius would be in it, and that was enough.

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[corndoggod]

I’ve tried to write about my Dad a thousand times. But I was never able to finish any of those stories. Both of us had trouble seeing things through to completion. I thought that perhaps I could finally finish one of these essays about him whenever he passed, because they weren’t necessarily flattering, but they were honest. They were about our messy relationship, which only grew more complicated with age. I have a lot to say about that, and maybe I’ll finally write those essays, but it’ll suffice to say I felt ashamed of my Dad more than I’d like, and felt terribly guilty for feeling shameful, and that lovely pairing eventually hardened into feelings of resentment, often blinding me from his best aspects.

Of course I loved him too. How could I not? He was my Dad and, as with his comedy, even though he wasn’t the best, he never stopped trying.

And I knew how much he loved me. He loved me so much. I don’t know anyone with a bigger heart. Me and Ethan were his pride and joy and he made sure we knew it every chance he could. He was an amazing father in that way.

Our relationship grew more complicated with age, but it became really simple last May when he had a life-changing stroke and then again this Sunday when he had a life-ending stroke. At the end of the day, he was my Dad and I was his son, and there was nothing but love between us. Nothing to do but hold his hand and stroke his head and update him on the latest March Madness games and betting odds. I tried to say something profound to him on his deathbed, but all I really wanted to do was talk about the shit we usually talked about: the NBA, my bowling league, what we’ve been reading, his latest book idea for me or himself.

That simplicity didn’t last long, because he’s gone now and I’ve been doing a lot of thinking this week. A lot of rethinking actually, and I’ve started to see how much I underestimated my Dad. I worried about my Dad constantly for most of my adult life. I worried for his happiness, but have you ever met a firmer optimist? My Dad had a lot of tough breaks, but he never felt sorry for himself, never became bitter with the world.

I worried about his loneliness, but just look at all of you here today - what a warm crowd. And I want to give a special thanks to Lisa, RJ, Mike, Anita and Joe. You guys showed up for my Dad when me and my brother couldn’t, and you kept showing up when he probably would’ve driven the two of us crazy.

I worried about his health and, well, I was right to worry about his health. The man was crumbling before our eyes and could hardly see with his own. The first time he met Celina we had barely sat down for lunch when, much to my horror, he told us the doctor said they might have to carve out his eye and he wanted to know how we thought he’d look in an eye patch.

I worried for his quality of life. I could never square his unwavering good nature with his life circumstances. It’s become increasingly clear my Dad didn’t measure life the same way I do, but I’m beginning to see his wisdom. It’s a wisdom rooted in the heart, and that wisdom says: friends and family come first, and that includes dogs. It says never presume and live with humility - you never know what the person next to you has gone through and laughing at yourself brightens any moment. It says laughing and crying are powerful medicines.

But I never once worried that my Dad didn’t believe in me. He believed in me with all his heart, no matter the task. He believed I could write for The New Yorker. He believed I could qualify for the Boston Marathon. And I took that for granted, and I wish I thanked him more.

I think we all fear becoming like our parents. I know I did and I tried, consciously or not, to be different or better than my Dad. But I can see now how the qualities he gifted me are fundamental to my being. There’s my love of reading of course. We both slept with books in bed. My ambitions to write. My aversion to driving. My affinity for sports and, a parting gift, my budding obsession with sports gambling.

Moving forward I want to lean into his wisdom, confident that my life will be enriched because of it.

I couldn’t find these words Sunday night, but I hope they find you now, Dad. I want you to know how proud I am to be your son and how proud I am of you. Thank you for teaching me, in your gentle way, what matters most in life: friends, family, laughter, books and dogs.

[shiningwonderland]

Syo Kurusu (Repeat)

Translator: Terry (twitter: turtlemudge) Proofreader: Raz (twitter: agnadance) Editor: Noemi (twitter: dreaminbeyond), Snail (twitter: herbert_snail)

May — May Alla Caccia

It is now May. Today is the day of the annual sports festival.

Tomochika Shibuya: Let’s do our best today, Haruka!!

This person is Tomochika Shibuya-san. We’re in different classes, but she’s my friend and roommate.

I’ve never had someone I could remotely call a friend before, but Tomo-chan made friends with me the day we met.

Haruka Nanami: Yeah! Oh...Tomo-chan, where’s your P.E. uniform?

Tomochika Shibuya: Oh, this? It’s the outfit for the cheering competition that comes before the other matches. I’m leading the dance.

We’re wearing casual outfits and dancing with pom-poms.

Haruka Nanami: I see…. Do your best, okay?

Tomochika Shibuya: Leave it to me! Anyway, how about you? What are you doing?

Haruka Nanami: Uh... well, I run slow, so...

Select the phrase!

... I’m in the tuna-of-war…. (+0 Love +5 Music)

Tomochika Shibuya: Oh, so you’re in that…. Well, it could be a rumor, so I don’t know if it’s true or not, but….

They say it’s a mysterious game where you have to pull a Pacific bluefin tuna once around the track….

Haruka Nanami: Huh…? That actually sounds kind of delicious.

Tomochika Shibuya: … That’s true. I can see how you could think that. Well, do your best.

Haruka Nanami: Yeah!!

... I’m in the ball-throwing game…. (+0 Love +5 Music)

Tomochika Shibuya: Oh, so you’re in that…. Well, it could be a rumor, so I don’t know if it’s true or not, but….

They say that last year the principal said something confusing like, “Balls are round. Y’know what else is round? CATS!”

Apparently it was a game where each team had to carry a basket into the mountains behind the school and look for a cat named “Ball.” Searching back there took half a day, apparently.

Haruka Nanami: I like cats, though.

Tomochika Shibuya: Is that so? Then I’m sure it’ll be fine. Well, good luck!!

Haruka Nanami: Yeah!!

... I’m jumping rope… (+0 Love +5 Music)

Tomochika Shibuya: I’ve heard that the jump rope goes along with a word game. Apparently, people have to jump in one by one while saying a word that starts with the last letter of the previous word.

And there’s no passing, either. Using your body and mind at the same time seems difficult.

Haruka Nanami: Eek... I’m bound to trip on the rope immediately....

Tomochika Shibuya: ….

Well, do your best. I’ll be cheering you on from the sidelines.

Haruka Nanami: Okay. Thank you.

Syo Kurusu: Haruka, this spot open?

Syo-kun, with his excellent motor skills, has really been looking forward to the sports festival. For the entire last week or so, he’s been muttering, “Can it hurry up and get here already?”

And now it’s finally being held today. Syo-kun looks like he’s having a great time.

Haruka Nanami: Oh, of course.

Syo Kurusu: It’s Tokiya’s turn next, right?

Haruka Nanami: Umm….

I take out the sports festival program to check, when….

Syo-kun brings his head close to take a look.

Syo Kurusu: Hm? Hundred-meter marathon? If it’s a hundred meters, how is it a marathon?

Haruka Nanami: Oh, there’s an explanation underneath. Um, “In this event, competitors do a low crawl for one hundred meters along a track.

Before starting, competitors must drink a mouthful of oolong tea, and make it to the finish line without spitting it out.

Furthermore, in addition to the course, hitmen prepared by the school will appear to make the competitors laugh.

Please endure this ordeal safely and achieve your goal.”

... That’s what it says, anyway.

Syo Kurusu: That’s Shining for you, making a school based on his whims…. Just because it’s called a sports festival, it doesn’t mean we can take it lightly.

Select the phrase!

You’re right. (+30 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: It’s just one exciting day after another.

Syo Kurusu: “Exciting”...? Are you being serious right now?

Haruka Nanami: Yes. There are so many fun things.

Syo Kurusu: Hah. You’re funny.

Saying this, Syo-kun chuckles. His face is so cute that just looking at it makes me start smiling, too.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you very much.

Syo Kurusu: Dummyyy. I’m not complimenting you. Take that!

Saying this, Syo-kun pokes my forehead with his index finger.

Haruka Nanami: Ouch!

Sounds like fun. (+0 Love +5 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Seriously?

Haruka Nanami: Yes. I think it’s fitting for a legendary idol to think of something so unique. I can’t help but admire it.

Syo Kurusu: You’re pretty unique too, aren’t you?

Haruka Nanami: Yes. Thank you very much.

Syo Kurusu: That wasn’t a compliment….

It really is amazing. (+0 Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: It’s the principal’s work, all right. He’s something special. This is incredibly fascinating.

Syo Kurusu: No, actually, you being fascinated is the amazing thing.

And so, the hundred-meter marathon begins.

Everyone seems to be having a hard time keeping the oolong tea in their mouths while doing the low crawl, and competitors start failing one after another.

Haruka Nanami: Look, Prince!

Syo Kurusu: What?

Haruka Nanami: Oh, no... not you, Syo-kun. Look, over there, in the truck, can you see that tall man? He’s a special guest lecturer for the composing course and the girls call him….

Female Student A: Kyaaa, Prince~~!! Look this way~

Female Student B: Ohmigosh, he’s waving at us…. Ahhh, his smile is just too amazing.

Haruka Nanami: He’s called the Prince of Composition and he’s very popular.

It appears that the Prince is somehow participating in the event as a hitman.

Syo Kurusu: … A prince, huh… ? He really seems popular with the ladies, but…. Is he really on a prince’s level...?

Haruka Nanami: The Prince is really, really cool and can compose the most wonderful songs.

Also, he’s a lyricist, and he can write the sweetest, most heartbreaking words for love songs.

Maybe he’ll write a love song for you too one day, Syo-kun.

Syo Kurusu: I… like your songs more….

Haruka Nanami: Hm? Syo-kun, did you say something?

Syo Kurusu: … No, not really.

Haruka Nanami: When you get bigger, you might even become a wonderful prince like that. Heehee. I’m looking forward to it.

Syo Kurusu: That… isn’t really what I’m aiming for….

… So then, are you saying he’s the kind of guy you like?

Haruka Nanami: Yes. I admire him as a composer. I hope to create songs as good as his one day. Even his lessons were very easy to understand.

Syo Kurusu: … That’s not what I meant….

Haruka Nanami: Hm?

Syo Kurusu: … It’s nothing. But, is that right…? … A composer you admire, huh….

Haruka Nanami: The Prince is very mindful of his singers, and values them highly. He thinks of them constantly when he’s composing.

I mean, I want to be like that, too. I want you… your songs to shine brighter than anything, Syo-kun. I’ll try my best to write good songs for you.

Syo Kurusu: I-is that so…? You know, I really like your melodies. They’re—they make me feel calm somehow….

They’re bursting with this upbeat energy…. I don’t know if it’s a good match or what, but my body feels really comfortable when I dance to them. You have good taste, you know.

Haruka Nanami: I—I’m not that good at all!!

Syo Kurusu: Don’t sell yourself short!! I’m saying it, so it’s absolutely true! Have more confidence in yourself…!

Syo-kun drops his hand onto my head and ruffles my hair.

Somehow, hearing Syo-kun say all that is very reassuring. It makes me think that for him, I can do anything.

Haruka Nanami: I’ll work hard…. I want to debut with you, Syo-kun…. If I’m going to debut, I want it to be with you.

Syo Kurusu: Of course! We’ll definitely debut together! It’s a promise!

Syo-kun gives me a fist bump.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

Syo Kurusu: A man’s word is his bond. I’ll keep this promise if it kills me!

Haruka Nanami: Yes. I’ll do my very best!

As I speak, I meet Syo-kun’s gaze, and we laugh together.

Heehee.

And then, from the track, the sound of laughter—and the sound of someone spitting out their oolong tea—could be heard.

Syo Kurusu: … Wow, that person is something else. He’s made most of the girls spit out their tea just by whispering in their ears. I wonder what the heck he said…. … Oh, but it doesn’t look like it’s working on Tokiya.

Haruka Nanami: I wonder if his princely techniques only work on high school girls?

Syo Kurusu: Looks like. Doesn’t look like he’s getting to Ittoki, either.

Haruka Nanami: Ittoki-kun…?

Syo Kurusu: Oh, right, you wouldn’t know him, huh? He’s Tokiya’s roommate, but he’s in A class. We hit it off during soccer in P.E. class, and now some afternoons we play together on the school grounds.

He’s a pretty good guy. I’ll introduce you sometime.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you very much.

Syo Kurusu: Oh! … Hey, looks like all the students except Tokiya and Ittoki are out, huh.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, you’re right…. Ichinose-san, Please do your beeeest!

Shining Saotome:HA-HA-HAA~~!!

I’M amazing, even when NAKED!

Suddenly, the principal appears in front of Ichinose-san and Ittoki-kun. And then….

His form, with the suit torn away, is incredibly superb.

Shining Saotome: TA-DAAAAA!!

On that abundantly large chest, the words “MAN OF JAPAN” are written in magic marker.

Tokiya Ichinose: Pbbth!

Otoya Ittoki: Pbthack! Cough, cough! N-no one could withstand something like this!! Hack, cough!

Ichinose-san and Ittoki-kun both spit out their oolong tea at the same time.

Shining Saotome: Ha ha haa~~ You both faillll!

Your training is not yet enouuuughhh to withstand my MUSCLES!

Syo Kurusu: Whoa…. That has to be foul play….

Select the phrase!

He’s so cool. (+5 Love +10 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Huh…? Seriously? That’s really the type of guy you’re into?

Haruka Nanami: The principal is amazing at everything he does. He’s so cool! And he seems very strong, as well.

Syo Kurusu: … Well, sure he is, but…. If it were just strength, I’m just as….

He’s very manly. (+5 Love +10 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Well, he did write “MAN OF JAPAN” on his chest and everything….

If we’re talking manliness, then sure, I guess he is, but…. That’s separate from whether he’s cool or anything, right?

Haruka Nanami: Do you think so? I think he’s cool, though….

Syo Kurusu: Really…? That’s quite a type you’ve got, huh.

Haruka Nanami: ???

Amazing.... (+0 Love +10 Music)

Syo Kurusu: Amazing, huh….

I guess he’s a weirdo who’s transcended everything normal.

Syo Kurusu: Next is Ren, right…? Yeah, he was saying he was going to be in the mock cavalry battle. All right, let’s cheer him on!!

Haruka Nanami: Apparently Jinguji-san will be the one riding on top of three people supporting him. He was saying he has confidence in horse riding.

He said something about being able to break even the most unmanageable mare to his hand…. Impressive, isn’t it?

Syo Kurusu: “Mare”... ? I think he was talking about something else….

Haruka Nanami: Something else…?

I tilt my head to one side, confused, and Syo-kun pats me on the shoulder.

Syo Kurusu: No, you don’t need to know. Just forget about it.

Saying this, Syo-kun nods to himself, looking thoughtful.

???

What was that all about?

With the sounding of a conch shell, the match begins. From different sides of the field come the sounds of…. Galloping?

Syo Kurusu: W-what!? What’s going on?!

Haruka Nanami: Ah! They’re horses. But there’s so many!!!

Hoofbeats ring out as dozens of students riding horses gather in the center of the sports field.

It seems like they entered through the school gates, but where on earth did everyone get a horse to ride on…?

Oh, but now that I think about it…. The principal has said before that there are animals kept as performers by the school….

Syo Kurusu: Wow…. When they said “cavalry,” then…. They really were horses…? But then, where did that many come from…?

Shining Saotome: Ha-ha-HA~. These are no ordinary horseees.

These are descendants of real war horses of the Sengoku period, a line of stock raised in Japan from time immemoriaaalll!

Haruka Nanami: … Now that he’s said that, it really does seem to be true. They don’t appear to be as tall as thoroughbreds.

This really does look like a battle. Umm, Jinguji-san’s camp’s banner says… “Wind, Forest, Fire, and Mountain.”

Another one says “Honor”...?

Shining Saotome: HA-HA-HAA~. This is the Battle of Kawanakajimaaaa!

Haruka Nanami: The Battle of Kawanakajima…. Umm, let me see.... When Shingen Takeda of Kai Province conquered the northern Shinano Province, the forces under attack retreated to Echigo Province.

There, they appealed to Kenshin Uesugi for aid, and in 1553, Shingen and Kenshin clashed at Shinano, Kawanakajima.

Up till 1564, they fought five times in that field. Today, Shingen and Kenshin are regarded as worthy opponents, and are called “The Tiger of Kai” and “The Dragon of Echigo.”

So I suppose that this time, Jinguji-san is Shingen Takeda fighting against Kenshin Uesugi?

Syo Kurusu: You… know a lot about this.

Syo-kun stares at me, wide-eyed.

Haruka Nanami: Um… I like studying…. Because… I can do it… even if I’m by myself.

Syo Kurusu: … That’s too dark!!

Syo-kun takes me firmly by the shoulders.

Syo Kurusu: You… you can’t possibly…. I can’t imagine it, but…! Have you never had friends before?

Haruka Nanami: No, I haven’t… not a single friend, through middle school….

Syo Kurusu: Seriously!? That’s too sad….

Syo-kun takes his hand away for a moment to wipe his eyes, and then grabs my shoulders tightly again.

Syo Kurusu: You’re my servant, but…. No, BECAUSE you’re my servant, I’m making this an order! From this day forward, I order you to be my friend!

Got it? You’ll never be alone again. Ren and Tokiya are your friends, too!!

That’s why… that is…. Never say something that sad again. Understood?!

Haruka Nanami: … Okay. Thank you very much. I’m very happy… that you said that….

No one has ever said that to me so seriously before. I’m so happy, and I feel a little bit like I might start crying.

Syo Kurusu: … Dummy! Don’t cry….

Haruka Nanami: I won’t…! Really, thank you so much!!

Saying this, I wipe away the tears that have gathered in the corners of my eyes.

Syo Kurusu: As… as long as you understand. … You understand, right?

Oh, hey! Looks like Ren’s battle has started.

Ren Jinguji: Heh, it’s time for a fight. Masato Hijirikawa!! Today, it seems we’ll be able to settle things.

Masato Hijirikawa: … I am not fond of fighting, but…. If attacked, there is no way left but to fight. Come! I will beat you at your own game.

Syo Kurusu: Hey, doesn’t it seem like Ren’s gotten perfectly into character? Hijirikawa’s getting surprisingly into it, too.

Haruka Nanami: Idols really need strong acting skills, so those two must be throwing themselves into their training day after day.

Syo Kurusu: … You think so? Well, those two seem to be taking this seriously, but…. Somehow, they don’t seem all that different from normal.

Haruka Nanami: Do they normally fight like that? Jinguji-san and, um, Hijirikawa-sama, right? The one in the role of Uesugi Kenshin….

Syo Kurusu: Oh, you’ve heard of the Hijirikawa conglomerate, right? That giant organization. He’s the heir to that.

Maybe it’s because Ren has ties to their rival company, Jinguji Group, but Ren’s aaaallways picking fights with him.

Haruka Nanami: I see, so they’re destined to be rivals.

Perhaps because the theme is the Battle of Kawanakajima, an hour passes without the match being decided. It ends with a tie.

Ren Jinguji: Hmph. A tie, is it…? But next time I will surely win!

Masato Hijirikawa: Come back whenever you like. I will defeat you.

It seems that as this time was a draw, the war between these two will continue.

Syo Kurusu: Alright! My turn’s next.

The moment after Syo-kun yells this...

Ryuya Hyuga: Alright, let’s get started, yeah? Everybody, on your marks! Ryuya Hyuga: Get set. Ready, Go! Rodriguez: Rrooooawrr!! Rodriguez: Grrrrrrrr!!! Rodriguez: Grrraaaaah!! Rodriguez: Rwowrrr~~! ♪ Rodriguez: Graowl!! Rodriguez: Whimper. Haaaaaah!! Ryuya Hyuga: This is sudden, but we’re going to have a pop quiz today! You’ll be fine, it’s not that hard.

Natsuki Shinomiya: SYO-CHAAAAN!!

… someone comes running at Syo-kun hard enough to raise a cloud of dust behind them.

Syo Kurusu: Geh!! Natsuki!!

Syo panics and tries to dash off, but….

The person chases after him and embraces him as hard as they can.

Crunch!

The moment he’s embraced, there’s a worrying crack from Syo-kun’s back that I definitely shouldn’t have been able to hear.

Syo Kurusu: Gah!!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Syo-chan, Syo-chan! I heard that you’re also going to be in the obstacle course?

I’m in that, too. It’s sad to have to fight against my dear friend.

Syo Kurusu: I-it hurts….

Because he’s being held by a tall person, Syo-kun’s feet are no longer on the ground....

But it seems the one holding him doesn’t realize this at all.

Natsuki Shinomiya: But you know... Ringo-sensei told me that best friends have to fight each other at times.

So, Syo-chan, please don’t hold back, not even against me. Please compete with all your might. Okay?

Syo Kurusu: You’re the one who needs to hold back! Get your hands off me right nowwww!

Syo-kun’s legs flail uselessly in midair.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Oh, sorry!

The person opens their arms instantly and Syo-kun thumps back onto his feet.

Syo Kurusu: Hack, cough! Aaah, I thought I was gonna die, getting bear-hugged with that much brute force….

So you’re saying you think I’d stoop so low as to take it easy on you, just because we’re competing in the same event? You’d better be ready to get your ass handed to you instead!

Syo-kun raises his fists and gets into a fighting stance.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Is that how it is…? I see. You’re right. Syo-chan is always serious when it comes to battles.

Syo Kurusu: That’s right!! As long as you get it!

Haruka Nanami: Um… who is this person…?

Natsuki Shinomiya: I’m Natsuki Shinomiya, from A Class. I’m roommates with Syo-chan in the dorms~

Shinomiya-san, then. He seems like a very kind person….

He’s slender and tall, and his slightly curly, milk-tea-colored hair looks fluffy.

The gaze coming through his glasses is gentle and kind. Overall, he gives off a very warm impression.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, um, I’m Haruka Nanami. I’m Syo-kun’s servant.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Oh, is that so…? I’m also Syo-chan’s servant, you know. Right? Your Highness? ♪

Saying this, Natsuki-san grins cheerfully.

Syo Kurusu: Is it my imagination, or are you making fun of me…?

Tokiya Ichinose: … Syo, you’re almost up.

Syo Kurusu: Whoops. Hey, Natsuki, let’s get going!!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Okay!

Syo-kun seems to be having a lot of fun, somehow.

Those two are roommates, so I’m sure they get along well. Friendship between boys seems so nice.

Hyuga-sensei walks onto the race track and cocks the starting gun.

BANG!

The competitors break into a run the moment the starting gun fires.

The first obstacle in the course is a set of monkey bars. Using only their arms, competitors have to cross over a ten-meter pool of mud without falling in.

It seems that the pit is at least two meters deep, so if they fall even once, their lives could be in danger....

Therefore, everyone is crossing them desperately.

Syo Kurusu: Yah! Hah! Hah!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hup-hup….

The two of them are moving quite well, and they steadily pull ahead of the students from the other classes.

If things continue like this, it seems like Syo-kun and Shinomiya-san will be the only two fighting to be first.

After that, there’s a balance beam, but the beam is surrounded by a tunnel of fire, so it looks as if they don’t cross it quickly, they’ll catch fire.

Syo Kurusu: Hot! Hot! My hair, it’s catching fire…. Gaaaaaah!

Syo-kun crosses the balance beam with incredible speed. Shinomiya-san, on the other hand….

Natsuki Shinomiya: Aah, it’s warm here....

Looking absolutely unperturbed, he crosses the balance beam slowly… and yet, he and Syo-kun leave their balance beams at the same moment.

The next obstacle is not a bread-grabbing contest, but instead a crab-grabbing contest.

Lively, energetic-looking crabs are hanging over the track, waiting for the competitors to grab them in their mouths….

The risk of their pincers catching their lips seems very high.

Syo Kurusu: Ow! Don’t pinch there! Ow! Ow ow ow ow ow!

Natsuki Shinomiya: Wow, so cute….

Cute? I guess crabs can be cute to look at….

I wonder if Shinomiya-san likes small animals? That’s rather charming.

Finally, for the last challenge, the competitors have to pick a scrap of paper from ones scattered on the track, find someone with the trait written on it, and run a three-legged race with that person to the finish line.

Syo-kun picks up a piece of paper, looks it over, frowns at it for a moment, and then comes running toward me.

Syo Kurusu: Haruka. Come on. Let’s go to the finish line together.

Syo-kun reaches out and offers me his hand.

Haruka Nanami: … Okay.

I wonder what was written on the paper that Syo-kun chose?

“Partner,” maybe? Or “composer”? I’d like to ask him later.

Syo-kun removes the headband from his head and uses it to tie our legs tightly together.

Syo Kurusu: Okay, let’s go. Are you ready?

Haruka Nanami: Yes.

Syo-kun holds tightly onto my arm. I can feel his shoulder against mine. It’s more solid than it looks. It reminds me that Syo-kun is definitely a fit young man.

Even while we’re running in a three-legged race, Syo-kun’s being very careful with me as he leads us forward.

The two of us reach the track, and then….

Natsuki Shinomiya: There, there, who’s a good boy…?

Haruka Nanami: A-a lion!?

Shinomiya-san has a lion with him.

Possibly startled by my voice, the lion suddenly starts to go wild.

Syo Kurusu: Geez! Where did you even get something like that!? Or wait, what was even written on your paper?!?

Shocked, Syo-kun fiercely demands a response from Shinomiya-kun.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hm? It had “kitten” written on it, of course. See, isn’t he cute? What a sweetie~

Syo Kurusu: No matter how you look at it, even you can’t think that’s a kitten! How bad are your eyes?!?

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah!!

The cord tying Shinomiya-san’s leg to the lion’s suddenly snaps, and the lion comes bounding towards us.

Syo Kurusu: Haruka! Get down!!!

Syo-kun immediately gets in front of me, protecting me from the lion.

Haruka Nanami: Eh…? S-Syo-kun, be careful….

Syo Kurusu: Shut up. I’ll absolutely protect you!! So, don’t worry about me!!

Haruka Nanami: … Syo-kun….

The back that I’ve only thought of as small up till now suddenly seems so big and strong.

Syo Kurusu: Ugh. You—!

The lion bares his fangs at Syo-kun, threatening him.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Syo-chan, you shouldn’t act so aggressive…. You need to speak to him more gently.

Syo Kurusu: How can I?!? I wouldn’t have time for that, he’d eat me!

Haruka Nanami: S-Syo-kun, no. You can’t win against a lion bare-handed! You have to run!

Syo Kurusu: Shut up! If I run, what’s going to happen to you? I’ll be fine, just let me keep you safe!!

The lion lunges at Syo-kun!

Syo Kurusu: Guh!!

Haruka Nanami: Eeeeeek!!

In that moment…

Shining Saotome: Hmm~. What’s wrong, Rodriguez? You’re not allowed to leave your room by yourself, are you? Goodness, what a naughty widdle boy.

Mmmwah~~!

… the principal pins Rodriguez down and kisses him.

Like a tame housecat, the lion immediately calms down, and the principal begins to snuggle with him.

Natsuki Shinomiya: His name is Rodriguez-chan.

Shining Saotome: HA HA HAA~~ He is my pet, as well as animal talent for Shining Agency.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Haha. Isn’t he cute?

As he says this, Shinomiya-san comes closer to Rodriguez. In that moment….

Smack.

Rodriguez reaches out and lightly bats Shinomiya-san’s cheek.

When he does…

Kachink.

… Shinomiya-san’s glasses are knocked off and fall to the ground.

RRRRRRRRRRUMBLE!

A dark, evil aura begins rising from Shinomiya-san’s body and into the air.

Dark clouds cover the sky as thunder booms.

An evil presence strong enough that even the lion can feel it envelops the school grounds.

Haruka Nanami: Huh…? Shinomiya-san’s eyes... suddenly seem so different.

His gaze overflows with hatred for everything in the world….

He seems completely different from the gentle person he was before.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Hah!

Shinomiya-san’s fist strikes the ground at his feet.

In that instant, the earth trembles. The school shakes as cracks open up across the school grounds.

Female Student A: Eeeek!

Male Student A: What the heck? What’s going on!?

Shining Saotome: That’s no good—at this rate the earth will be destroyed!

The principal shouts, lunges at the glasses, and at the speed of light, places them back on Shinomiya-san’s face.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ah… what? Why is the ground all broken up?

Syo Kurusu: Now’s our chance, Haruka. Let’s run!

Haruka Nanami: O-okay…. Um, b-but, Shinomiya-san….

What on earth….

Syo Kurusu: Don’t worry about it, just come on!!

While Shinomiya-san is still distracted, we run quickly towards the finish line, winning first place.

Syo Kurusu: We did it! Exactly what I expected from my servant! Good job!!

Syo-kun hugs me tightly in celebration.

Haruka Nanami: I’m glad.

There probably isn’t any special meaning behind it, and he just hugged me because he’s happy, but it does fluster me a little.

Syo Kurusu: Oh…. Sorry….

Syo-kun lets go of me in an instant. I can only see a small part of the side of his face, but it looks like he’s gone a little pink.

Haruka Nanami: It’s fine….

Fwip.

A small piece of paper slips out of Syo-kun’s jersey pocket and falls to the ground. Written on it are the words “pretty girl.”

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun, is this…?

When I pick it up to give it back to him, Syo-kun turns bright red and snatches it away from me in a flash.

Syo Kurusu: Did… did you read it?

Haruka Nanami: The message? It had “pretty girl” written on it.

Syo Kurusu: D-don’t misunderstand! It’s not that I think you’re especially cute or anything like that!!

L-look, “girl” just means a female student, right? S-so, any girl would have been fine. It’s a coincidence that I chose you, okay? Just a coincidence.

D-don’t overthink it!!

Haruka Nanami: ??? What are you saying…?

Syo Kurusu: … It’s fine if you don’t get what I’m saying too, I guess.

Haruka Nanami: More importantly, you need to get that looked at.

Now that I’m looking closely, I can see the small line of blood running down Syo-kun’s arm.

It’s probably from before, when he was fighting the lion. I think it scratched him.

Syo Kurusu: It’s no big deal. It’ll heal on its own with a lick.

Select the phrase!

But if you get tetanus or something… (+25 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: … I’m sure it would hurt a great deal. I don’t want you to go through that experience….

Syo Kurusu: Aaaah, geez!! Don’t make that face!!

I get it. If you’re going to treat it or whatever, just do it.

Syo-kun makes a slightly troubled face and blushes.

Haruka Nanami: Okay.

That’s no good. (+15 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: If you leave it like that, it will get infected!

I take Syo-kun’s hand and start walking him to our classroom.

Syo Kurusu: You’re… pushier than I would’ve thought…. But… fine….

Please let me treat it. (+5 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: You shouldn’t just leave it like that. Let me treat it, I beg of you.

Syo Kurusu: Well, if you insist….

There are a lot of injured people in the nurse’s office, so Syo-kun and I return to our classroom.

I take some disinfectant and a band-aid out of the classroom’s first-aid kit, and bandage Syo-kun’s arm.

Haruka Nanami: … This might sting a little.

Syo Kurusu: … Ouch….

Haruka Nanami: I’m sorry….

Syo Kurusu: Don’t worry about it. It just stung a little bit, that’s all. Quit apologizing for every little thing.

Haruka Nanami: That’s not it…. If I hadn’t been with you before, Syo-kun, you would have been about to run away from the lion….

You were injured because I was a burden on you….

Syo Kurusu: This is just a scratch. I’m just… glad that you’re safe….

Syo-kun pats my head. His hand is so warm….

Haruka Nanami: Th… thank you….

Syo Kurusu: Uhh, that is…! If, if you’re not here, I won’t have any of your songs. You’re my partner, I need you….

M-men are supposed to protect women…. So my body just moved on its own, I guess…. And…. It’s a prince’s duty to protect his servant! So!! Don’t worry about it!! Understood?

Syo-kun grins.

Haruka Nanami: Understood!!

What a wonderful prince. I’ll keep doing my best as his servant from now on.

We’ll debut together.

After the sports festival, we walk together toward the dorms.

Haruka Nanami: Today was fun, wasn’t it? Everyone was very lively, and you were amazing too, Syo-kun. I’m bad at sports, so I’m jealous. Have you always had great motor skills?

Syo Kurusu: Yeah.

When I ask, Syo-kun answers shortly and lightly presses one hand to the left side of his chest.

Haruka Nanami: Your Highness…?

Something about him seems strange. It makes me wonder what’s wrong….

Plip, plip....

Haruka Nanami: Huh? Rain?

It starts raining.

Fwoosh.

And then, in a moment, it turns into a downpour.

Syo Kurusu: Come on, don’t just stand there! Let’s go!!

Haruka Nanami: O-okay!!

I’m a little worried about how Syo-kun looked before, but there’s no time to think about it. We make a run for it to the dorms.

Haruka Nanami: Well, see you tomorrow.

Syo Kurusu: Yeah!!

We part ways, and when I’m almost to the dorms…

Cat: Meow~ meow~

… I hear a cat’s plaintive cries.

Haruka Nanami: Ah!

A kitten is huddled under the hedge in front of the dorms, shivering.

Haruka Nanami: It’s, it’s okay…. I’ll help you….

I pick up the kitten and hold it in my arms, hurrying to my room.

Haruka Nanami: I’m home~ … Oh. Looks like Tomo-chan isn’t home yet.

We go into my room and I gently wipe the kitten down with a towel.

Cat: Meow~ meow~

Haruka Nanami: Are you cold? Or are you hungry? But all I have right now is….

I offer the kitten my leftover melon bread from this morning.

Cat: Meoww~

The cat meows happily and begins eating the melon bread ravenously.

Haruka Nanami: I didn’t know cats could eat melon bread…. Well, regardless, have I seen this little one before...? Oh!! You’re the one from the entrance ceremony!!

That’s right, on the day of the entrance ceremony, this is the cat who’d gotten stuck in a high place and couldn’t get down.

Haruka Nanami: Right….That’s where I know you from…. I bet we were meant to meet again. Hey, can I give you a name?

Cat: Meowww.

Haruka Nanami: Thank you. Let’s see then….

Select the phrase!

Prince. (+20 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Syo-kun’s a prince, so…. Maybe… Prince…?

When he hears the word “Prince,” the kitten looks a little sad.

Haruka Nanami: Oh…. But, that might be a little embarrassing… huh? Well, then how about something like Kuppuru?

Kuppuru. (+15 Love +5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Would Kuppuru work?

I ask the kitten, my heart pounding.

Cat-emon. (+0 Love +0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: … That’s actually a little difficult to say. Hmm, let’s see…. Oh! Kuppuru…. Would Kuppuru work?

Cat: Mew!!

Haruka Nanami: Pleasure to meet you, Kuppuru.

And now I’ve made a new friend.

I have a feeling that my school life will be getting more and more fun.

Mini Game

This is a simple paper test. There are many basic questions in here, so you can definitely solve them.

Well, this is just to test your knowledge. Just choose the answer for each of the multiple-choice questions.

Regular studying is useful for something like this. Be sure to build a habit of immediately looking up any music terms you take an interest in.

So, time to begin!

S Rank

Syo Kurusu: … You’re really smart, huh.

I’m a little jealous, but…. Actually, I’m glad I can rely on you.

When he looks at my answer sheet, Syo-kun smiles happily.

He’s… he’s counting on me!

I’m so happy.

I’ll need to keep studying hard to meet his expectations.

Chapter End

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Endurance Athlete Feedist Daydreams

It’s nearing the end of marathon season and my last big race is coming up this weekend, and I haven’t been able to get this special vision of how a feedist relationship in which one partner is an avid distance runner/endurance athlete might play out. We runners have to eat a lot, and I often have trouble getting in enough calories to maintain my weight, balancing out my energy output with enough input. It’s not been my most grueling training plan, but I consistently run about 80 miles a week, and sometimes the intensity of my workouts can ironically make it a bit harder to work up an appetite. I couldn’t help but wondering what it’d be like to have a fat cutie by my side during this training period, what it might be like in the future.... I envisioned a plush partner who loves to eat and cook, loving baking, experimenting with different macro ratios to optimize for things like pre-workout fueling needs and post-workout recovery--snacking all throughout on these various baked goods, encouraging me when I have trouble eating because of the toll intense training can take on the stomach/digestive system (not to mention the exhaustion). Eating my leftovers is just a bonus, of course. Coming back from a long run on the weekend to a shower shake on the counter and a kiss on the cheek as they’re making the fixing for chimichangas--unquestionably a true breakfast of champions (a shower shake is a post-run shake you can just bring with you and drink in the shower lmao--like a shower beer--needless to say, we runners are weird lol--I mean, we just enjoy running around for hours, no surprise there haha), all the while sipping a shake of their own, because why not? Gotta keep their belly nice and topped off. Don’t mind the bits of tofu scram, breakfast potatoes, and soyrizo they’ve been tasting throughout the morning--that’s just being a proper chef! Gotta taste before you waste. Or something like that. Bringing back burgers, fries, and shakes from that new vegan diner down the street one evening after work, enough for my fill, and a daring amount for my tubby love. I help feed them as they start to slow down, offering them sips of their milkshake in between bites, simultaneously cooling them down and filing them up with an absolutely divine oat- and tahini-based chocolate shake. Rubbing their big, inviting belly, pushing along the sides and upper arch in strategic moves to alleviate errant pressure.  “Good job, baby, you ate so much for me,” I’d say.  After languidly basking in the haze of their hedonistic fullness, they likewise help me, noticing I’ve only eaten half my burger and a few sips of my shake. Knowing I ran 16 miles earlier that morning and that I have a sensitive stomach, one soft-but-sure arm comes around to gently hold me around my ribs, pulling me closer, leaning against their squishy side, their other hand coming to slowly brush gently across my stomach. ”Stomach giving you trouble? You need to finish that darling, let me help you,” they’d tell me. After working through our respective meals, in a sneakily caring plan to get more food into me after an intense week of training, they bring out some Tupperware filled with the pastries and other goods they baked to munch on while catching up on a show that night, ending up eating 3 or 4 or 5 for every one they got in me, but it works for us, for both of our goals, seemingly divergent, but actually at least parallel, harmonious even. Serving one another in this interesting feedist dynamic, where the feedee and feeder live outside of a rigid feedism binary and moreso in a synergistic space of care and affection and heat, realistically adaptable to situational realities, but familiar in many ways beyond those unique personal qualities.  Gosh, I can imagine finishing a race and seeing their cherubic cheeks bunched up in a laughing cheer, holding a sign in one hand and a snack in the other, falling into the soft, plush, pillowy form of an absolute babe, feeling flush and wild and electric with that post-race energy, the crowd still cheering as fellow runners cross the finish line. “I’m so proud of you, darling,” I imagine they’d tell me as I catch my breath, “you made it!” Cheekily, I might look at them mischievously and say, “wanna go help reup my glycogen stores?” And with a brilliant grin they’d reply, absentmindedly rubbing their ever-burgeoning belly in anticipation “of course baby, I’ve been planning this feast for AGES. First we’re going to go to...” I’d lovingly gaze at them as they guide me in my post-race daze back to the car, excited to eat hard after a long 26.2 miles on the road--and ensure my partner more than matches me and then some while we’re at it.... Yeah, I can definitely envision that.😌

#text #this has just been on my mind #among other scenarios within this context #a runner encourager/feeder and a feedee #I think it's actually kind of beautiful in a way #Sometimes mainstream feedism is contextualized in a way that doesn't seem super conducive to realistic relationships #And so I find that realism brought into feedism is just super hot--sweltering #Not in place of anything that already popularly exists--just as an addition to the lovely feedism mosaic of this modern world haha #soft feedism #queer feedism #sapphic feedism #nonbinary feedism #wg text #weight gain text #wg story #weight gain story #gaining weight #feedist text #feedist #wg kink #feedist thoughts #feedist imagines #gluttony #hedonism #plush partner is also some cute feedism alliteration imo