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theereina · 1 month ago

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Big Mama Pt. 11 | You're Supposed To Know (2)

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +3.3K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, no smut (alluding to sexual situations), heavily dialogue-centered, angst, verbal argument, physical fighting, blood, law enforcement involvement, fatphobia, use of the n-word

Synopsis: What will happen when Havana comes face-to-face with Terry's spiteful ex? As tension and emotions build during a close encounter, Havana must battle to control herself and the situation. Things fall apart when Terry is hurt, causing all hell to break loose. As if things couldn't get worse for Havana, this creates a myriad of internal problems for her— guilt, shame, and regression.

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“Okay, we have the chocolate brownie ice cream and the popcorn. What else?” Monnie asked me while I pushed the cart through the grocery store's aisles.

“Oouu, I want pickles!” I exclaimed a little too loudly.

“Pickles! ‘Vana, in a minute, I’m gone start to think your ass is pregnant. Do we need to get a test, girl?” Monnie said, standing in front of the cart.

“Shut up, please. The last thing I want to do is think about being pregnant for that man,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Damn, he already got demoted. Just two days ago, he was bae and hubby, now he is that man. Baby, you don't play, huh?” Monnie said, laughing into her hand.

“I’m beyond pissed right now. Why the fuck wouldn't he just tell me?” I said as I released a deep breath.

“Well…” Monnie said as she paused in the aisle.

I turned to face her. “Well? What you mean by that?” I asked, crossing my arms across my chest.

“To be honest, Terry probably knew you would beat his ass and her’s, too. ‘Vana, you've changed a lot. But,… that southern girl who was whoopin’ grown ass men wit’ no problem is still there. You ain't to be played wit’, and I think Terry knows that,” Monnie said, raising her hands in defense.

“Okay. You act like I was walkin’ around beatin’ on men. They all had it comin’, Monnie. I was not the problem, but these hands were solvin’ them. How is that my fault?” I asked, tilting my head at her.

“Look, I never said you were the problem. Let’s be honest; you're the only reason, ol’ boy who shall not be named, left me alone. He even told me he was scared of you. Baby, I used that to my full advantage every chance I got!” Monnie replied.

“Wait a damn minute. So, you're tellin’ me that you were tellin’ niggas I was gonna whoop them for fuckin’ wit’ you?” I gasped.

“Hell, yeah. You see ain't nobody fuck wit’ me,” Monnie said, smacking her lips.

“Get the fuck outta here!” I laughed.

Monnie walked up to me and fell out laughing on my shoulder. This was the first I had heard this. I knew men back home were a little intimidated by me, but I didn't realize it was this bad.

I heard someone whispering behind us as we laughed in the middle of the aisle. Monnie’s laughter was cut short as her head shot up to look in that direction. I turned to look over my shoulder. I could see two women at the end of the aisle. They were whispering and giggling back and forth like schoolgirls.

Monnie raised from my shoulder and stood in front of me. She leaned in close before speaking. “Don't freak out, okay? Those two have been following us around. At first, I thought I was trippin’ out, but now, I'm sure. Shorty wit’ the braids also mean-mugged you earlier. You know them or something?” Monnie asked, scrunching her face in confusion.

“No. I’ve never seen either one of them before. I mean… I don't think I know them,” I mumbled lowly. I was overcome with confusion and anxiety. “Look, just don't worry about it. They’re gone,” I said, turning Monnie around to head down the aisle in the opposite direction. Truth be told, Monnie was just as much of a hothead as me.

We continued to walk down the freezer aisle. We were forced to walk around a little longer because I needed to look for my pickles, and then we could leave. At the end of the aisle, I looked both ways before pushing the cart around the corner. I could hear Monnie sigh as she looked behind us.

“If it’s them, ignore it. I don't have time for it,” I said, looping my arm around Monnie’s.

“Hoes better not start. I’m gonna behave for now,” Monnie said, scoffing.

“Monnie!” I laughed, pulling her down the aisle.

I scanned the aisle for my pickles. I was in the mood for kosher baby dill pickles. It’s a shame my childhood obsession never ended.

I spotted the pickles on the bottom shelf. I squatted down to reach for the pickles.

“Damn! Bigger in person aren’t we?” said a woman’s voice.

I turned to face the voice, and both women from before were standing there. They were once again laughing.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” I asked, standing up to put the pickles in the cart. I stood to my full height and moved towards the women.

“Nah, ignore it. Remember?” Monnie said, placing her hand on my chest. She turned me back around so I was no longer facing them. I grabbed the cart and began pushing it again.

“Monnie, if they keep following us, I'm going to lose my shit. What the fuck was that about?” I questioned. I couldn't wrap my brain around this whole situation.

That’s when it hit me— THE ONE WHO COMMENTED WAS TAYLOR! How the fuck did I miss that? I barely looked at her profile when she sent me the messages and screenshots about her and Terry.

“Monnie, that’s her. That was Taylor. I didn't notice at first. How the fuck didn't I catch that?” I said, face-palming myself.

“Wait which one?” she leaned in to whisper.

“The one who spoke,” I whispered.

“You know what? Let's just pay for our stuff and leave because I already don't like this bitch,” Monnie said, rolling her shoulders. “Havana?!” she blurted.

I looked at Monnie's face. I hadn't heard a word she said. I was dissociating because of my growing anger and agitation.

“Ah, shit. I know that look. ‘Vana, let's just go,” Monnie said, grabbing my arm.

“No, I want my damn pickles. Plus, if they know what's best for them, they'll leave me the hell alone. I'm already mad at the one person who could rel—!” I said before Monnie covered my mouth.

“Fine. Just shut up. I don't need to hear nothing else about what that man be doin' nasty to you,” she laughed.

Five minutes later

beep

“You're total is 13.87. Cash or card?” asked the cashier.

“Cash. Here you go,” I said, smiling at the middle-aged Hispanic woman.

“Out of 20. You're change is—,” she said.

“Now, we both know you don't need any more junk food,” said the one voice I didn't need to hear— Taylor's.

“Girl, don't start. ‘Vana stay focused,” Monnie said through gritted teeth. It was clear that she was becoming irritated with Taylor and her friend.

“Sorry, here's your change,” said the cashier.

“My bad. Have a good day,” I said back taking the change and placing it into my wallet.

Monnie grabbed the bag and pushed me in front of her. I was on high alert and so was she. She was either putting a barrier between me and Taylor or getting closer so she could go off.

As we headed towards the doors, I felt Monnie's grip tighten. I didn't like the fact that I wasn't watching her back. I tried to slow down, so we could walk side-by-side, but she pushed me to keep going.

Once we were at the doors, I felt something hit my shoulder. It was Taylor bumping into me.

“Oops. It was hard not to with you being so big and all,” Taylor said, waving her hands around.

“Aye, you betta chill. I'm holdin’ her off for now, but yo’ lil ass got one more comment before I—,” Monnie started.

“Before you what? She'll get tired before she even reaches me,” Taylor laughed.

“Oop!” said her friend giggling.

“You for sure betta shut the fuck up. Because I'll get on yo’ ass myself!” Monnie said, walking towards the other woman.

“Nope. They're not worth it. If they were gonna do something, they would've already. Let's go!” I called to Monnie while grabbing her arm and pulling her around Taylor and her friend.

“She thinks I'm scared of her. That's cute. Terry might be, but I ain't. Ain't shit about you frightenin’. Bigger they are, the harder they fall!” Taylor yelled as I was turning.

“Little girl, leave me the fuck alone before I snap yo’ ass in half. You know what? What the fuck am I talkin' for? Balls in your court, baby. Make a move,” I said as I eyed Taylor down.

Taylor and her friend just stood there.

“Exactly!” Monnie said.

“My point has been made. Scary asses!” I said, looking Taylor up and down as I walked out.

As I walked closer to the second set of automatic doors, I heard the rumble of an all too familiar truck.

“Uh oh, here comes that man,” Monnie said.

“I'm not in the mood for this,” I mumbled under my breath.

Before I could get through the doors, Terry came barreling in.

“You okay, mama? Look at me!” he said, holding my face.

“I'm fine. You need to check your lil friend. She fuckin’ with me on the wrong day,” I said, moving my head. Right now, I didn't want to be touched.

“I don't give a fuck about her. I love you, and you know that, ‘Vana. Please, can you just listen to me? Come home w—,” he said before being interrupted.

“Not you beggin’ this bitch. Really?” Taylor asked, crossing her arms.

“Shut the fuck up, please. Damn!” Terry barked. His voice was so intense it even scared me.

“Huh? Fuck you!” Taylor yelled at Terry as she walked closer.

I immediately stepped in front of him like a barrier, turning to face Taylor. “Terry, get in the truck. Now!” I yelled.

I turned to see Terry still standing behind me, looking down at me. Monnie was now standing near the door, eyeing Taylor's friend.

“Terence Richmond, get in the damn truck!” I spat.

Terry began to back up before finally turning to walk back out. I looked at Monnie, and she was in attack mode. I was trying my hardest to diffuse the situation.

“Monnie, go. I'm leaving with Terry,” I said, turning Monnie so she could walk out.

Monnie resisted gently not wanting to take her eyes off them. I nudged her a little harder.

“Okay!” Monnie said, throwing her hands up in defeat.

“Thank you,” I said. I walked out to see Terry's truck parked a few feet away from the entrance.

“I said in the truck not outside of it. Please, just—,” I said, closing my eyes and releasing a deep breath.

Before I could finish, I heard the automatic doors open again. I didn't even have to turn around I knew who it was.

“Aw, he don't listen, huh? You know Terry's always been stubborn,” she said. I could hear her walking closer.

I eyed Terry and motioned towards the truck. I wanted him in, now. I looked over to make sure Monnie was still heading towards her car. When I saw that she was, I moved closer to Terry.

“Havana, just get in. Please,” Terry pleaded.

“No, I need you to get in first. Please,” I said, sharpening my gaze. I saw Terry's eyes dart from me to Taylor. I was only doing this so she wouldn't bother him. Lord knows I would go to jail behind him.

Terry opened the door and got into the truck. I immediately felt Taylor's presence behind me. I turned around to see her close to Terry's truck. I took a deep breath and walked around the back of the truck to avoid her.

Terry started the truck as I came around the other side. I could see Taylor's eyes going back and forth between me and Terry. A smirk slowly spread across her face. I knew she was up to something, but I couldn't care. My main concern was getting me, Terry, and Monnie out of here quickly.

Monnie pulled up beside Terry's truck, facing the opposite direction. Before I could even reach the door, Taylor approached Terry's window. Unfortunately for him, he was too busy watching me. Swinging the grocery bag in her hand, she hit Terry's window. I see the glass break as Terry ducks away. Whatever was in the bag was glass as well. So when it broke open in the bag, it slipped out of a hole in the bottom, hitting Terry in the face.

Taylor turned away to run, but I was obviously quicker than she thought. Before Taylor could blink, I was on her ass. I snatched the back of her hooded jacket and yanked her backwards by her braids.

My hands went straight for her face, punch after punch landing without a problem. Her friend attempted to approach me, but Monnie wasn't having it.

I snatched Taylor by her hair, slinging her body into the front of Terry's truck. You could hear the impact as it collided with a thud. I saw red!

A bystander walked up to me, grabbing my hands. I pushed the man back, causing him to stumble.

“Nah, this is what she wanted! She should've left me alone!” I yelled as I continued to beat Taylor's ass. She was fighting for her fucking life. All she could do from this angle was scratch the hell out of my forearms.

“’Vana!” Terry yells. I had never heard him sound like this.

I look up to see a horrific sight. The left side of Terry's face is bloody. Now, I'm internally conflicted— do I continue to whoop her ass or check on Terry? I let Taylor go and push her head into the truck.

I run to the passenger side to open the door and climb in. I grab Terry and gently pull him towards me.

“Baby, look at me! Shit!” I yell, noticing the gash on his cheek.

“Havana, please!” Terry asked, holding his eye.

“I'm done. I'm done. I promise. Hey, let's go!” I said climbing over Terry.

I sat in the driver's seat.

I panicked when I remembered that Taylor was in front of the truck.

I leaned out the window and yelled at the crowd of people, “ Move her or else!”.

Unfortunately, no one was listening to me. Their only concern was me not leaving the scene. Fuck that!

I threw the truck in reverse and gassed it. I heard people begin to yell. I leaned over Terry to yell at Monnie.

“I'm taking him to the hospital! Follow me, please!” I yelled, shaking.

I whipped out of the parking lot and entered the somewhat busy street. Not caring, I drove down the turning lane. As I approached the stoplight it turned red.

“You better not! I'm not dyin', baby. I care about your life too. Relax, ‘Vana. I'm okay,” he said.

I slammed on the brakes at the stoplight. Glancing back and forth between Terry and the stoplight, I found myself growing more and more anxious.

“What's hurting?” I asked Terry as I softly caressed his cheek.

“My eye and my cheek. I feel like there's glass in it,” Terry groaned.

“I know it hurts, baby. We'll get there soon. Okay?” I said, stroking the back of Terry's neck.

Once the light turned green, I turned onto the next street. The hospital was less than a block away at this point. Before I could get there, I heard the wail of a police siren. I looked in the rearview mirror to see Monnie pulling over, but the police cruiser drove past her. I should've seen this coming.

I continue to drive, I don't pull over until I'm at the front entrance of the hospital. I quickly pull out my phone and text Monnie to come get Terry if they allow her. I quickly tell Terry the plan.

“I'm so sorry. I should've just left when we had the chance. I feel so stupid,” I said, feeling myself about to cry.

“Mama, calm down. I'm fine, and I'll be okay. Alright?” Terry said.

I shook my head yes. As I'm focused on Terry, there's tapping on my side of the truck. I turn to see the sheriff.

“Terry?! Hey, son! You good?” he asked leaning to get a closer look.

“He’s hurt!” I said frantically.

“I wasn't talkin’ to you, yet.” he spat, glaring over his sunglasses at me.

“Jim. She didn't do anything,” Terry said, leaning on the window.

“You stay here. Don't fucking move, girl! Terry, we're gonna get you out of there,” the sheriff said, walking to Terry's side of the truck.

He opened the door. I could hear footsteps behind the truck. It was Monnie.

“Listen, Jim. Can she take me in?” he asked, nodding towards Monnie.

The sheriff paused and gave Monnie a once-over. “Fine. Come get him, and be careful. That one is my only concern,” he said, pointing at me.

He helped Monnie lift Terry out of the truck. She pulled Terry's arm over her shoulder. I hated this.

I watched in shame as Monnie walked Terry towards the entrance of the hospital. The front doors opened and a man came out with a wheelchair.

As I watched them sit Terry in it, guilt washed over me. If I would have just left, none of this would have happened. This really was all my fault.

Tears were streaming down my face. As I watched the sheriff walk back to my side, I knew what was about to happen.

“Step out. Hands in the air. Now!” he yelled.

Female victim en route from Dixie's to McGraw General

“Fuck!” I said out loud. That had to be a radio transmission about Taylor.

“Just comply!” he said. His tone was laced with irritation.

I opened the door and stepped out of the truck. I immediately put my hands in the air.

“Do you have anything on you?” he asked.

“No, sir,” I said, calming myself down.

He proceeded to pat me down. “Do you know why I stopped you?” he asked, pulling my arms down.

“Yes, sir,” I sighed.

“Good. Then, you know why you're under arrest,” he said placing my hands behind my back.

Before I could even try to stop it, I broke down crying. Not because I was going to jail but because I was back in the same position I was back home. I had worked so hard to never let this happen again. Yet, here I was getting arrested for assault for the third time.

I felt like all of the progress I had made was in vain. If had let Taylor cause me to regress so easily, had I even changed at all? Or, was I pretending to be someone I'm not?

My mind began to cloud over with thoughts. I was once again the big, angry monster everyone painted me out to be— always angry, aggressive, and ready to attack. The girl everyone avoided and talked about.

As he walked me to his police cruiser, I felt a sense of dread and guilt arise. The thought of not being there for Terry hurt me more than any of the words Taylor said. This was all my fault, and I couldn't even be there for him. All I had to do was keep my hands to myself and walk away, but I didn't. Now, I have to live with that decision and its consequences. What the fuck is going to happen to me now?

A/N: Remember, I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by ME (theereina). Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

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iwritebigbellies-blog · 5 months ago

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The party was great. You were in your element, gregarious and happy, drinking like a fish, laughing with all our friends, helping to bbq and serve. We got there early and left late, and in between you ate so much that you were practically a sphere, belly so full it had lift, and your shirt couldn't cover it.

Not that you noticed. You were so drunk and happy that nothing crossed your mind but your most basic desires: more laughter, more beer, more food, more.

"Come on," I laughed, trying to wrangle you to the door. You got distracted by the host's cat, finally making an appearance. "You've turned into a pumpkin, Cinderella."

"Just let me finish my beer," you said, looking around for it. It was long gone, but I rolled my eyes and found you another. "Chips?" you ask, sitting on the stairs, patting the cat, giving me your best puppy-dog eyes.

"Absolutely not," I said incredulously. "Look at you, babe. You are going to literally explode if you eat one more bite." I bent over to poke you in the belly, which had no give at all. You looked at yourself like you just noticed, and gave it a pat.

"Maybe I overdid it a little," you muttered. "But I--" Then you were interrupted by an enormous belch and I couldn't help laugh again as you flushed red and blew out a slow breath. "I just really like chips."

"Come on, tubby," I said, reaching out with both hands. You took them and struggled to a stand, and it was a serious struggle. You outweigh me by almost three times, these days. Tonight, it was even more. You finally stumbled forward, laughing, and bumped into me, taking me in both arms for support.

"Sorry," you murmured into my ear. "I've had--" You hiccuped again. "--a lot."

Your huge, tight gut pressed heavy into me, leaving nothing to the imagination. I cupped the exposed bottom of your belly and almost buckled at the knees. You were so big, fatter and tighter than ever, weaving unsteadily on your feet, breathing heavy. I wanted to pull you closer, back to the wall, and ram my tongue down your throat. But this was not the place.

"Understatement of the year," I muttered back, trying to make light. "You've eaten yourself into the next size category. Where would you even put chips if I found you some?"

You responded by relaxing. Leaning into me, your belly expanded, hanging ponderously into my hands. "Here," you said.

I was going to lose my mind. When I stood straight, you did too, leaning back with a moan. You put your hands on the small of your back, arched, then placed them on the sides of your belly again when your shirt didn't come down to cover it.

"Let's go," I said gently, taking a belt loop and tugging you towards the door.

"Home?" you said, a little disappointed. I led you out to the street first, ordering a cab.

"Absolutely not," I replied, meeting your eyes. "We're going out for dessert." Your eyes widened, and you rubbed the sides of your belly absently, pressing and testing. "Wouldn't you prefer some ice cream?"

"Yes," you said instantly, without thinking. It had been a while, since you'd been thinking. Even as your eyes lit up at the prospect of that sundae, scoops of ice cream on brownies and fudge, whipped cream and crumbled cookies and a milkshake on the side; you were short of breath, widening your stance to accomodate how bloated you'd gotten over the evening. You didn't notice, but I did.

Later, when you were slouched in your seat, moaning in happiness, or pain, or happiness, your belly bare and bumping the table, your pants unbuttoned and tugged open as wide as they would go, you finally caught up.

"I..I think I'm done," you said, panting, understatement of the year. "Can I just sleep here? I don't think I am going to walk ever again. Oh my god. I am so full, baby. Look at me. I'm so full. I'm so--urp--oh my god. I'm not going to fit out the door."

I walked behind your chair and hugged you, reaching my hands over your shoulders to gingerly rub a stomach that was so distended, it shone. "Take it slow, my love. We'll get you there."

We levered you out of the seat and started the long, slow waddle to the door, you moaning and carrying on about how much you'd overdone it, still too drunk for any dignity. As we passed the front cash, I paused.

"Two more milkshakes, to go." It wasn't clear who was more stunned, the waiter or you. "And have you got chips? A bag." He filled the order, and you whimpered.

I handed them to you after we climbed for the next cab. You tore them open mechanically, and closed your eyes in bliss when the first hit your tongue. "Thank you," you said.

I snuggled close and started rubbing your huge belly, sliding my hands under your shirt. You closed your eyes and leaned into it, moaning again. "Anything your heart desires," I said. "Just keep eating."

#female feeder #stuffing kink #belly kink #feeding kink #ffa #stuffing #ffa bhm #male stuffed belly #belly obsessed #turnonthursday #intox kink

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girlusional · 4 months ago

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Is that a... bunny?

pov: You and Sunghoon had a fight yesterday, and he wants to apologize. You don't even remember why you two were arguing in the first place, but when he arrived at your home with a bunny, all you wanted to do was kiss your boyfriend.

pair: enhypen sunghoon + fem!reader

warnings: Just some pet names (love, babe...) but this is pure fluff

This is FICTIONAL. It's NOT about the idol in real life.

I saw @jaysupremacy talking about a sunghoon fluffy plot and I got it. I hope you like it💕

w.c: 283

"Is that a... bunny?" You asked, confused.

Sunghoon smiled faintly, and his ears was a light shade of red.

“I am really sorry for everything I said to you yesterday…” He stared at the brown bunny in the box, looking around with those big eyes. “You told me once you wanted a bunny…”

You widen your eyes, smiling almost ear to ear.

“Is this really a bunny?” You got the box, and put it on the table before turning back to your boyfriend and hugging him, giggling.

You were so happy. Sunghoon always remembers the little things you say.

Like that time when you told him that you were in love with that ice cream near his work and he kept buying it for you for one week.

“Thank you.” You look at him, holding his face with a gentle touch before pecking his lips twice, and at the third time he holds your waist, kindly. “I love you, babe.”

He smiled and caressed your hair in a smooth action.

“Now we have a daughter!” He almost scoffed when listened to your words as you went to the table, picking the bunny in your hands. “You'll be… Brownie. Isn't that a cute name?”

You frowned.

“Hoon?”

“You said, daughter…?”

Some seconds passed as you finally understood what he was thinking about.

“No! I am talking about the bunny!” You laugh, holding the pet between your arms. “Brownie is our daughter.” You caress the rabbit behind its ears, and walk back to stand next Sunghoon. “You are the best. Do you know?”

“That's because I really love you, babe.” Sunghoon kisses your forehead and whispers against your skin. “I love you so, so much.”

#enhypen #enhypen x female reader #enhypen x you #enhypen x reader #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon #Park Sunghoon #sunghoon x reader

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bangchansgirlsblog · 10 months ago

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Heyyy, give me something angsty with Felix please🥰 like maybe she comes home really tired and he’s just mad about everything small and calls her clingy🙀 and they go to bed angry (really bad idea btw never do that‼️) and then in the morning she tries to avoid him bc she doesn’t want to seem clingy? Happy ending tho, I can’t take too much heartbreak🩵

By my side.

Warnings: Yelling and crying.

Paring: Felix x Reader.

This is my first Felix story and I messed it up lol. Anyways. Enjoy 🩷

Y/n slowly removed her shoes at the door trying not to make a sound. Her body was aching and she was extremely exhausted. She moved like a sloth as she put away everything; her coat, her bag, etc.

When she heard the sound of banging dishes she knew her boyfriend, Felix, was home from his schedules.

Never in her life did she ever think she would be so irritated by his presence. She thought she would come home to a quiet house, she really wanted to be alone since work was so tiring.

"Oh! Hey my love," Felix face lit up when he saw his girlfriend walk through the living room. He quickly hurried around the counter to give her a kiss in which she returned.

"Heyy," she said trying to be as energetic as him but completely failed. Her chest was tight and all she wanted to do was cry.

"What's the matter?" He frowned when he noticed her little pout, "how was work?"

His hands automatically land on her waist trying to sooth the not's on her back. He cringed at how stiff she was and automatically knew she wasn't in a good mood.

"Can I have some alone time babe," she shrugged his hands off and started to make her way to their room.

"Did something happen?" Felix frowned as he quickly followed behind. She let out a frustrated sigh seeing he was still going on. He heard the sigh and was a little hurt by it but decided to push it to the side and make sure she was okay. That was what mattered right now.

"Nothing, I just want to be alone Lix-"

"I made us brownies! We can eat it with ice cream and chocolate-"

"Felix! For the love of God I said it's enough! Leave me alone. You're being clingy." She screamed and slammed the bathroom door in his face. He quickly took a step back in disbelief. He was hurt and it was so obvious.

His heart ached. He didn't know what to do but stand there hearing her soft sobs. Should he say something? Should he wait outside? Should he leave?

He was overthinking it. His hands were shaking and tears filled his eyes. She never yelled at him. Never did she even try to tell him off. This was all new to him. Was she getting tired of him? He thought.

Meanwhile on the other side, Y/n's tears were streaming down her face. She felt disgusted and guilty. Felix didn't deserve any of that. She knew it, he was just trying to help.

How could she let a miserable day at work affect her home life? Her relationship? Her thoughts became foggy as she sat there. All she could do was cry and so she cried until she finally fell asleep on the cold, hard tiles.

The frantic knocks on the door were what woke her up. Her head was banging and she was freezing. She looked over at her phone and saw it had been an hour and a few minutes. All she could hear was Felix's voice in distress calling out for her.

He sounded weak, worried and tired. What had she done? She quickly got off the floor and opened the door to see what was going on.

When the door opened Felix pulled her into his arms. He was so scared that she might have passed out or did something to herself since she had been locked in for an hour.

"Are you okay my love? Don't ever do that again to me! I was so scared something might have happened," he told her off but still managed to keep her in his arms.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you," she whispered, "I know you were just looking out for me and you were worried. I love you babe," she tightened her grip around his waist as she hid her tears.

"Hey, look at me," he slowly put his finger under her chin. "We all have bad days, I know you didn't mean any of it. Okay?" She nodded, "stop crying my love, you need to talk to me and don't shut me out. Please?"

"I don't know what I would do without you," she whimpered.

"Well first off, you wouldn't be able to reach the top shelves..." he trailed off and smiled at her little laugh. He loved her laugh. Her laugh made him feel warm and happy. All he wanted was for her to be happy.

"You're so silly-"

"Yeah but you love it," he pecked her lips and helped wipe her tears, "should we go cuddle and eat the brownies now?"

"Yes please, I was actually craving them when I was in there,"

"My poor baby, go lay down and I'll be back in a bit," he let go of her and made his way to the kitchen where he got busy.

Y/n sat in their cozy bed trying to figure out how she would explain to Felix what was going on and she knew he was not going to let it go unless she told him and so she did.

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Recipe for the Perfect Christmas 6/12

One part small town girl coming home from the big city. One part handsome stranger. Five parts lifelong friends (don't forget to include their partners). One part stubborn father. A dash of Christmas spirit. Part: Six of Twelve Pairing: Oscar Piastri x ofc (with appearances from Mark Webber. Lando Norris, Carlos Sainz, Esteban Ocon, Pato O'Ward, and George Russell) wc: 5,606 warnings: none soundtrack: spotify ⋆❆⋆ apple music nav: One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve a/n: we're halfway there!!

The town green had been transformed. The outer perimeter was lined with booths. Some large, some small, all festooned with lights and tinsel and garland. There were handknit items, handmade decorations, homemade jams and jellies, jewelry, aprons, knickknacks, candies, as well as the treats from the bakery. In the center of the green was a stand selling cocoa, cider, and coffee, and the mayor and sheriff had put up a tent with heat for those who needed to get out of the cold air for a few moments. There was a bandstand, and as Natalie began setting out boxes of cookies and brownies she heard the twang of an acoustic guitar start to play. A few parents had come up with a scavenger hunt for kids, and each one that she saw was clutching a paper showing the items they had to find before they could return to the game booths and exchange it for a prize.

“No, no, the garland is crooked,” Franco insisted.

Ollie huffed with annoyance, stepping back from the booth. “No? It’s fine.”

“I spent all day Sunday doing garland at my girlfriend’s house, I know when it’s crooked. Look, I’ll show you.”

Natalie glanced up from arranging the pies. Franco was pulling out his phone and moved closer to Ollie, showing him something, photos of his garland hanging skills she assumed.

Ollie’s brow furrowed. “That’s your girlfriend’s house?”

Franco nodded. “Yes? But look at–”

“That’s my girlfriend’s house.”

The two began bickering, showing things on their phones to each other, and Natlie raised her eyebrows when they suddenly stopped. Not saying anything when they walked away, Ollie’s head bent low so he and Franco could continue talking, she shook her head and adjusted the display to her liking.

"Working hard?" a voice cooed.

Pasting a smile on her face, she turned to look at the three women who approached the booth. "Hi, Kaye. Tabitha. Kathy. What can I interest you in?"

"I suppose I'll take two dozen chocolate chip," Kathy said. "How are you liking working for your dad?"

"It's great." Natalie placed the two boxes in front of the woman and held her hand out for the money.

"I heard Pierre dumped you," Kaye said sweetly.

She sucked in a breath. "We ended the engagement, yes."

"Because you got fired?" Tabitha looked up from examining a pecan pie.

"Guess he didn't want to marry a deadbeat," Kathy said in a stage whisper.

"If you're not going to buy the brownies you're holding, please put them down," Natalie said, hating the brittleness that crept into her voice.

"Yeah, sure." Kathy shrugged and opened her wallet.

"This money is going to Mark, right?" Tabitha asked.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you're unemployed." The woman shrugged.

"And that instantly makes me a thief?"

"Whoops, excuse me."

She panicked at the sight of Oscar, smiling and apologizing for bumping into Kaye. For some reason, she didn't want him to be around the three women. Kathy and Kaye were sisters, Tabitha their cousin, and the trio had deemed themselves better than everyone way back in elementary school. Natalie had always tried to be polite, but it had been apparent at Tabitha's twelfth birthday party that neither of them had ever liked her. When, feeling pretty for one of the first times in her adolescence, she had worn a white dress and Kaye had spilled chocolate ice cream down the back, then had gone around telling the other party guests that Natalie had had an accident. It had taken two years before the teasing and name-calling to fade away, and even now Natalie hated the word 'poop'. Then, when she had shyly started talking to one of the boys in high school that everyone thought was cute, Kathy had swooped in, and the next thing Natalie had known, Tyler and Kathy had been a couple, and then they had gone to college together, and then they had gotten married.

"Hey," Oscar greeted her, flashing that beautiful smile in her direction. Sidestepping around the women, he slipped into the booth and handed her a cup. "I got you some coffee."

"Thank you," she said, more grateful than the words could express.

"Already getting charity," Tabitha hissed under her breath.

"It's a cup of coffee," Oscar said. "Hardly charity."

"It's okay. Everyone feels sorry for Natalie." Kaye flicked a lock of dark hair over her shoulder. "Especially now that she's been fired and had to move back home."

"I know it's embarrassing, Nattie, but at least you had a home to come back to."

Next to her, she felt Oscar stiffen. Taking a sip of coffee to keep from snapping at the women, she closed her eyes at the taste of sugar and powdered creamer. He'd remembered. That touched her more than his presence did and she drew in a breath, opening her eyes to see three faces smirking at her.

"Having daddy take care of you is better than nothing," Kathy said.

"Wow," Oscar breathed. He cleared his throat. She heard him inhale, then he paused.

Tabitha snickered. "Good thing he never remarried."

"You know," Oscar began, and Natalie almost didn't recognize his voice. It was hard, cold, a contrast to the warmth of the arm that slid around her shoulders. "I think it's better to attempt something and fail, through no fault of your own, than it is to be a bitter bitch because you never had the fucking nerve to try."

Three pairs of eyes blinked in unison. Three smiles faded into thin lines. Then, from behind them, Natalie heard the sweetest sound.

"Nattie cookies!"

She loved that nickname now. Unfazed when Tabitha slapped some cash onto the counter and picked up a pie, she smiled when Max, Eve, and their kids approached. "Hey," she greeted, blinking back the unshed tears. "Are you guys having fun?"

Lucas's head didn't reach the top of the counter but, when she leaned, she could see him staring at the tower of cookies Franco had created. "Wow," he breathed, unknowingly echoing his uncle. "Cookies…"

"I've got a special one just for you," she said, taking another sip of coffee before handing the cup to Oscar. His eyes met hers and he tipped his head in question. Nodding, she mouthed thank-you before turning back to the customers. "And one for your sister."

"Cookie?" Lucas asked hopefully, jerking on his father's sleeve.

"We're getting cookies, I promise," Max said, lifting him up.

"Let me get it." Natalie ducked behind the counter, easily locating the two boxes she had set aside for Grace and Lucas. Checking which one was which, she popped up and held them out. "I hope you like gingerbread."

"Oh my god," Eve said, leaning to look at the one Grace accepted. "That looks just like the snowsuit you wore last weekend."

"Did you decorate these?" Max asked, wincing when Lucas squealed in his ear.

"Yeah."

"They're great," he said, grinning. "How much?"

She shook her head. "On the house."

"Come on. How much?" he asked.

"You're really insisting on paying for them," she sighed.

"He doesn't easily part with money," Oscar said. "Take it while you can."

"A dollar each," she finally said, rolling her eyes.

"That doesn't sound—" Max grunted when Eve elbowed him in the side. Reaching for his wallet, he sighed while pulling out two dollar bills.

Natalie accepted them, then handed one to Grace and one to Lucas. "I'm having a flash sale," she told them. "All cookies and brownies are a dollar a dozen."

"Shut up," Eve told her husband before he could argue.

Max rolled his eyes. "Fine, I'll take twelve dozen."

"Sorry, the sale is open only to customers between the ages of…" Natalie leaned close to Oscar. "How old is Lucas?"

"Two."

"Grace?"

"Five."

"Thanks," she whispered. "The sale is open only to customers between the ages of two and six."

"Me two," Lucas said, grinning. "Cookies?"

"Sugar cookies?" she guessed, already reaching for a box. He nodded, eyes wide, and she handed them over. After a few seconds and a whisper from his father, he placed the dollar bill in her hand. "Thanks so much for coming, sir."

"I want brownies, please," Grace said, holding out her dollar.

"Excellent choice, ma'am, I can vouch for the deliciousness of this batch myself. Don't tell my boss, but I sneaked about ten to eat when he wasn't looking." Natalie reached for a paper bag and snapped it open, then placed the brownies inside. "Thank you so much, miss, Webber's Bakery always appreciates such wonderful customers."

Grace giggled while accepting the bag. "Thank you, Miss Natalie."

Natalie opened another bag and handed it to Max for Lucas's cookies. "Are you guys having fun?"

"It's great," Eve enthused, taking a sip from the cup she held. "I can't wait to ditch these guys so I can really buy some stuff."

Max looked slightly panicked. “What stuff?”

“Oh, a little of this. Little of that.” Eve practically beamed. “I have to get gifts for the girls at work.”

“The girls at… Honey, you work in an office of fifty people,” Max pointed out.

“It’s my last Christmas with them though, I need to do something.”

"She's got a point," Oscar conceded.

"I always do."

"Santa!" Grace shrieked. "Can we go see Santa?"

"Yeah, let's go," Max sighed, easing the box of cookies from Lucas's grip and slipping it into the bag. "See you later."

"I'm right behind you," Eve promised. She waited until her husband and kids had gotten a few feet away before looking at Natalie. "Do you have a chocolate pecan pie?"

"I think there's one left…" Natalie turned to look, but saw Oscar already moving to do so. "Is that your favorite?"

"No, I usually hate them, but right now I'm craving one so bad I could scream." Eve reached into her pocket for her wallet. "Oh, and a coconut one, too."

"Anything else?" Oscar asked.

"Um…" Eve looked over the offerings on the counter. "Three dozen snickerdoodles."

"Jeez, Eve," Oscar muttered.

"It's Christmas," she defended, handing money to Natalie. While Oscar bagged up her order, she looked at Natalie knowingly. "What happened with the three unwise bitches?"

"Oh, them," Natalie sighed, slipping the money into the cashbox. "It was nothing. Well, okay, they were being bitches. But Oscar shut them up right before you came over."

"What did he do?"

"He defended me," she said softly, glancing at him. Fighting the urge to sigh, she turned back to Eve and saw a knowing expression on the woman's face.

“That’s how Max sucked me in.”

"What do you mean?"

"At first you just think he's kinda cute… Maybe a little hot. A bit of a dork. But nice."

Natalie grinned. "Okay…"

"Then you start seeing he's a great guy. Around the same time he stands up for you or someone else and it hits you." Eve sighed and took a sip of her drink.

"What, exactly?"

"He's nice and hot and will definitely bang you like a screen door in a hurricane."

Natalie blinked. "Um…"

"And then the next thing you know, you're two months pregnant, getting married, and you're so ridiculously happy you make yourself sick."

She had no idea what to say to that. "Oh?"

"The sick part might have been the pregnancy." Eve shrugged and took another sip of her drink.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Oscar asked, handing over the bag.

"How hot my husband is."

"Mommy!"

"Gotta go. Thanks so much. See you later."

Natalie watched the family head off, a lump forming in her throat at the sight of Max and Eve's hands finding each other despite the two children. They fit right in with the community, she thought, looking on as they stopped to greet everyone. Her gaze moved to other people passing. Smile after smile. And, from Mr. Kelly's booth, she could hear the jangling of bells.

"You alright?" Oscar asked gently, touching her arm.

She turned to him, smiling warmly. "I am now."

The rest of the evening went relatively smoothly. Ollie and Franco never came back, and when she told Oscar about what they’d discovered he rolled his eyes, then stuck around, helping her bag items and going on coffee runs. Then, when it slowed, he insisted she take a walk around the green and see what everyone else was selling.

Her first stop was the next booth for a cup of hot cocoa. Hearing familiar voices behind her, she turned to see Franco and Ollie returning, their bickering apparently forgotten now. They were laughing and relaxed. At least, until Oscar saw them and called out to them.

She couldn’t hear what he said, but she could see the boys’ faces as he spoke. Sipping her hot cocoa, she looked on as the two moved to enter the booth, her eyebrows raising when Oscar walked over to join her.

“Hot chocolate, no marshmallows,” he requested, paying the teenager behind the counter.

“What did you say to them?” Natalie asked, gesturing towards her booth.

Oscar glanced back, then flashed her a sheepish smile. “Told them to cut their bullshit and do the work they’re getting paid to do.”

At first you just think he's kinda cute… A bit of a dork. But nice.Then you start seeing he's a great guy. Around the same time he stands up for you or someone else and it hits you.

She did not want to imagine him banging her like a screen door. At all. She wasn’t ready to be a screen door. But she knew, deep down, that if either of them intitated it, he’d satisfy her in ways Pierre never had.

“Thank you,” she murmured, falling into step next to him.

“Sorry if I overstepped. But you’ve got enough to worry about without those two acting stupid.”

“No, it’s fine. I need to learn to stand up for myself, I know.” She paused, looking at a display of finely knitted baby hats. Selecting two for Maddie’s twins, she also grabbed a new scarf for her father.

Oscar slipped the bag from her grasp after she paid. “Maybe you do. But it’s okay for others to do it for you sometimes.”

“You sound just like Dad,” she laughed softly.

“High praise indeed,” Oscar quipped.

Arms loaded, Oscar jogged up the steps onto the front porch. He shifted most of the bags over so he could unlock and open the door, greeting Penny when she slipped out, tail wagging and giving an excited little whine.

"Hey, girl, let me get this stuff inside," he said when she whined again. Carrying the bags through to the kitchen, he dropped them on the counter. He could hear Penny's claws lightly clicking against the floor as she followed him, and finally turned to give her a proper greeting. "I was gone for an hour, did you miss me that much?"

Penny's mouth fell open, her tongue lolling out while he rubbed and stroked her slightly shaggy fur. Lifting her paws to his chest when he squatted down, she sniffed his face, giving his chin a lick.

"I missed you, too. And yes, I did stop by the bakery for a snack," he said, ruffling the fur behind her ears. "I got you some treats, okay?"

She whined and gave his chin another lick before he straightened up, then turned and left the kitchen. About to put away the groceries, he remembered he had left the front door open and sighed, following the dog. He called to her as he reached the door. When she whined he stepped out and saw the package next to the rocking chair. Penny pawed at it, gave it a sniff, then apparently decided it was uninteresting and went back inside. Oscar bent to pick up the box, reading the label while going back into the house.

He recognized the handwriting, and the overuse of packing tape. The plain brown box was stamped all over with blue and white snowflakes, his name and address filling the shipping label in the familiar calligraphic style. He knew in an instant what it was and carried it to the kitchen, making himself wait until the groceries had been put away and Penny had received a handful of treats before getting a box cutter to slice through the tape.

A Christmas card rested on top of a bed of blue and white tissue paper. He opened it, reading the message wishing him a warm and happy holiday and a prosperous new year. Brushing his thumb over the swooping, swirling signature, he breathed a small sigh, remembering when his name had been included. When he had spent weekends stuffing tissue paper into boxes and affixing labels while the house smelled of mint and sugar. Setting the card aside, he removed the tissue paper and located the tin nestled inside. The wintry scene printed on the lid matched the blue and white. There were four smaller tins, each labeled, and he left them in the box to give to Max, Eve, and the kids when they came back to town.

He had barely pried off the lid but could already smell the contents. Peppermint and chocolate. Helping himself to one of the squares of white chocolate fudge, he popped it into his mouth, already reaching for his phone to call and thank her. She would be just leaving work, probably stopping to pick up dinner, and it wasn't until he had found her name in his phone that he remembered she wasn't coming home to him.

The fudge tasted bittersweet but he knew it was regret. Snapping the lid back onto the tin, he left it on the table and ignored the longing to hear her voice. They were still friends, yes, and probably always would be, but he had no rights to call her as much as he still did. She had a new life. With Charles, a great guy who loved her the way she deserved.

Groaning, he called her, part of him hoping she would let it go to voicemail so he could leave a quick message thanking her for the fudge and peppermint bark and the truffles. But of course she answered, her voice ringing with happiness.

"I knew you'd call! I saw online the package was delivered." Lauren chuckled. "Couldn't wait 'til Christmas, could you?"

"I never could," he reminded her with a grin. He thanked her, making sure to add another thanks for the treats she'd sent for Max’s family. "I'll make them wait until Christmas."

"How is the house coming along?"

"Pretty much done. The furniture has all been delivered and I've got to get the decorations up and put together some things." He looked at the cartons stacked in the living room and knew he needed to get to work. "How are you doing?"

"I'm great. Charles and I are going to see The Nutcracker tonight, so I'm at the salon getting my hair done."

"I won't keep you. I just wanted to say thanks."

"I'll always send you my Christmas candy, Oscar."

"I know." He felt it again, that bittersweet sensation, and swallowed hard. "Have a great time at the show."

"I'm sure I will." She paused. "Are you doing okay?"

"Just a few holiday blues," he admitted. "Wondering what I'll be doing next."

"You'll find something, Oscar. You always do."

"I know, I just…"

"Hoping the bakery girl will be involved?"

"How did you—"

"Max came to the bank the other day."

Of course he had. And of course he had told her about Natalie. "It's a little complicated, but I wouldn't say I'm having no luck. She's got a lot on her plate."

"Is there room on yours?" Lauren asked.

Oscar exhaled slowly. He didn't know how much Max had told her and had to remind himself that she was no longer his fiancée, that he didn't have to tell her everything. "I think so."

"It'll work out, Oscar."

"I hope so."

"It will. Stop being so moody. This isn't like you."

"I know, and I hate it. I'll pull myself out of it."

"If you need me—"

"I'll call," he promised. "Don't worry about me, Lauren."

"Tell the sun not to shine while you're at it."

He laughed, felt some of the melancholy ease. "Have you two set a date?"

"Charles wanted to do October… Fall wedding at his family's place in the mountains. But…" She sighed. "We're looking at June now."

"You can have your fall wedding in the mountains."

"I don't want people to think I'm just doing a repeat."

"It's not a repeat."

"But people talk."

"Fuck people."

She laughed. "Are you sure you won't mind? You won't think it's weird?"

"Of course not. I mean, as long as it's not the same day and the same time and you wear the same dress," he teased.

"Hell, I might do the same bouquet and music, too," she laughed.

Once the laughter had stopped he sighed. "I'm really happy for you, Lauren. Do your fall wedding. Give a middle finger to anyone who tries to tell you it's being tacky. This is you and Charles, not you and me."

"You're right. I know. I'll talk to him tonight. Thanks, Oscar."

"You don't have to thank me for anything."

"Yes, I do – Just a minute!"

"Go get your hair done," he said.

"I have to thank you for a lot of things. And one day I'll get around to doing that. But right now… Thanks for being you."

"It's a hard job, but somebody's gotta do it."

"Will we see you before Christmas?"

"Probably not," he said. "I told Max the house would be ready for New Year's, but I'm working to get it done by Christmas."

"Ever the devoted friend. I hope we talk again before then, but if we don't, have a great Christmas, Oscar."

"You too, Lauren."

There was a brief pause, and the three little words hovered in the air. As they always did. He wondered if they would forever.

"Bye," she said softly, then ended the call.

He couldn't stay inside. He needed to get out, to breathe fresh air. He needed to see or talk to someone that he didn't have bittersweet feelings for. Someone that could pull him out of his head.

It wasn't until after he'd called Penny to him, after he had hooked the leash that she was still not a fan of to her collar, after he had guided her outside and shut the door, after he was halfway down the block, that he realized he could have just called Max. Or Eve. Or his mom. Or even Esteban.

Instead, he continued the walk, praising Penny when she stopped shaking her head to get the leash off. Praising her again when she stopped to pee. As they approached Natalie and Mark's house, she seemed to perk up, giving a little yip once they reached the edge of the drive. Chuckling, Oscar bent to unhook the leash, following as she ran across to the front porch and scratched at the front door. By the time he was climbing the steps to the porch the door was opening.

"Hey, you," Natalie greeted, squatting down to rub Penny. "Aren't you beautiful in your new sweater? Oscar got you the Christmas green one, huh? That's so festive!"

Grinning, Oscar watched Penny soak in the adoration. Natalie looked up at him, smiling, then turned her attention back to the dog.

"Come on in and see your Mark," she said, straightening. "Dad! Company!"

Oscar approached the door as Penny darted into the house, following the sound of Mark's voice. When the man's surprised laugh reached him, he grinned. "She's really his dog, you know. I'm just the nanny."

"Come in," she said, stepping back. "Close the door? I've got caramel on the stove."

Oscar stepped inside, breathing a soft sigh as he closed the door. Shrugging off his coat, he left it on the chair in the foyer and moved to the living room to see Penny standing by Mark's chair, her paws resting on his good knee. "Hey, Mark."

"Hey," he said, gently stroking Penny's head.

"How you feeling today?" he asked, stepping into the room. Seeing boxes and totes lined up in front of the couch, he lifted his eyebrows in confusion. Then, seeing a strand of lights stretched across the coffee table, he figured they were Christmas decorations.

"Better than the weekend." Mark peered behind Oscar to make sure his daughter wasn't coming into the room. "She won't let me work, though."

"Resting isn't a sin," Oscar said.

"I know. I just don't like everything falling on her." Mark stopped stroking Penny and sighed. "I'm going in tomorrow, though. I've got to get the fruitcakes ready for pickup."

"Who's working the shop now?"

"Franco and Ollie are doing mornings. She goes in first thing to get things started, then comes back here to take a nap and wait on me. Then she goes back after lunch and comes home for dinner. Last night she fell asleep untangling the light strands."

He wished he could offer to help out. He knew nothing about baking, though, and less about running a business. And he had more than enough work of his own to do, if he wanted to be able to surprise Max and Eve for Christmas. Thinking of all he had to do, he knew he should make it a quick visit and head back. But he stayed, watching Penny move to the armchair next to Mark's. She sat up in the seat, giving the air a few sniffs, then turned in three circles before curling up and settling in. When he heard her pleased sigh, he didn't have the heart to make her move.

"She's making caramel?" he asked.

"Doing turtles to take to the church pageant this weekend," Mark said with a nod.

"The pecan things?"

"Yep. I can't wait to steal one later." Sighing, Mark picked up his book. "Go see if you can get one for me now."

Chuckling, Oscar headed for the kitchen. He was greeted with the mouthwatering aroma of caramel and roasted pecans. Natalie was at the stove, steadily whisking the contents of a saucepan. On the counter was a long sheet of waxed paper, row after row of clustered pecans lined up like soldiers. He saw unwrapped bars of chocolate sitting in a bowl on the island counter, and helped himself to a few of the pecans in another bowl. "Are these the rejects?"

"The ones I haven't gotten to," she said with a smile. "What brings you buy?"

"Penny needed a walk." He peered into the pan and saw the beginnings of a boil. Stepping back, he leaned against the island. "Although really I think she just wanted to see Mark."

"Mark and Penny," she laughed. "I'm glad you bring her over to see him. She really perks him up."

"I told you, she's his dog. I'm just the nanny."

"Is he paying you?"

"Only in good company." He popped a salted pecan into his mouth. "And food."

"After his surgery…" She turned her attention to the pan, then reached for an open can. She slowly poured the contents into the pan, steadily whisking. "After his surgery, do you think you could bring her by? He's bad enough now with me making him stay home a few days, he's going to be in hell when he can't go to work for weeks."

"I—" Oscar popped the rest of the pecans in his mouth and chewed slowly, not wanting to tell her he wasn't sure he would still be in town then. But he thought of the little house he kept straying to when he and Penny took their long morning walks. He thought of Mr. Wright, who'd called him and told him he was lowering the asking price. He thought of his best friend living a five minute walk away, and being able to see the kids every day. He thought of dancing in the snow and the warmth of her smile. "I'd be happy to."

Her smile was so warm he was certain he felt his heart bubble like the caramel she was making.

"If you keep stealing them, I won't have any to take to church."

"I only stole two, the rest you said I could try."

"I didn't say you could try six."

"They're delicious, though, how could I only try one?"

"You're impossible," Natalie groaned, pulling the waxed paper towards her. "But I'm glad you like them."

Oscar grinned, popping a finished turtle off the paper. "I love them. Your recipe?"

"Mom's." She felt a glow rise inside her from his praise. "I added the sea salt, though."

"It's great. Are you taking anything else to the church thing?"

"I don't know. There's always so much food and it's all so good… I think we'll just stick to desserts." Grabbing the last of the candies, she placed them in the container and gasped when he reached to grab another. "Oscar!"

"Here," he said, holding it in front of her face. "The cook has to try it."

"I tasted all the elements."

"Not together."

Rolling her eyes, she leaned forward to take a bite. She nodded, chewing, tongue darting over her lips to catch the bit of caramel that had stretched between her mouth and his hand. Looking up at him, she swallowed quickly and smiled. "It is good."

"You didn't take the opportunity to say you knew it would be good?" He clicked his tongue in disappointment. He set the candy on the counter, gaze dipping. "You got a flake of salt…"

Before she could reach to brush it away, his finger brushed over her bottom lip. Her breath caught and she swallowed again, lips parting slightly as the tip of his finger traced her lip again. The scents of chocolate and caramel lingered on his finger and she could smell it. She breathed in and smelled him. Her heartbeat flurried, dizzy, and she gave in when the urge to move closer to him rose.

He was going to kiss her.

She was sure of it, even though he seemed to be moving in slow motion. His palm grazed her cheek, cupped it, and he released a low sigh that she unconsciously echoed. His tongue grazed his lips and she was struck by the longing to taste it on hers. She wanted him to kiss her.

Didn't she?

"Natalie?" he whispered.

She nodded, even though she wasn't quite sure what the question was. She finally moved her hands, raising them to grasp his biceps, marveling a little at how strong they felt as he continued his slow movement. She really wanted a kiss. It had been so long she was starved for the intimate touch, but more importantly she wanted his kiss. Because she instinctively knew it would be amazing.

"Can I get a taste of that candy, sweetie?" her father called from the living room.

Oscar groaned with regret, a soft laugh escaping when she muttered a curse.

"Sorry," she whispered, pulling away. Clearing her throat, she turned to get a plate to carry some of the candies to her father.

He sighed, smoothed a hand over his face, and said nothing while she loaded the plate with half a dozen of the turtles. She reached for the container lid, he reached for the plate. Then, sighing again, he set it down with a clink and reached for her. The container lid hit the counter with a clatter. Drawn into his embrace, she tipped her head back, catching the darkened hue of his eyes an instant before his lips met hers.

Decadent, like the caramel she had made. Rich, like the chocolate. The flavors of the candy melted between them and then she could taste only him. She could smell only him, that woodsy cologne that would have been overpowering on anyone else, even the detergent he used for his clothes. And lingering just beneath something else that she couldn't identify but could only sense. It reminded her of being wrapped in a warm towel fresh from the dryer but at the same time reminded her of sunshine. Of crisp sheets and laughter and dandelions dancing on a breeze.

She wanted him to never stop kissing her.

He was tender and sweet and made her weak. She held onto him, returning the kiss with all the longing that had built up since they had met.

"Natalie," he sighed at the corner of her mouth.

"Hmm?" She felt a little woozy, like she'd had too much wine. His arm was strong around her, and through her sweater she could feel his fingers digging into her side. "…What?"

"Your dad," he whispered after kissing her again.

She blinked slowly, struggling to figure out what he was talking about. Her dad? He was fine. He was in the living room with his book about the American Revolution. She had to take him candy, but he could wait just a few more minutes.

"What's taking so long – Oh." From the doorway came a knowing chuckle as she and Oscar pulled apart.

She tried to pretend that the feel of Oscar's fingers dragging along her arm didn't affect her. Biting her lip, which still tasted of him, she attempted to gather her scattered thoughts. "Dad, we—"

"Oh, I saw what you were doing. Better take it out of here, though, before you melt the chocolate."

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Are you mine? - Chapter seventeen: "Hot for the teacher"

Summary: (Y/N) gets what she wants, but not the way she'd like. Linda Barnes tries to run the BAU her way, but the team is there to fight. Also, (Y/N) might hate certain students drooling over her husband... Word count: 9.004 Warnings: Cursing, spoilers of Criminal Mind Ep S13 E6, E15 and E16 A/N: I always wondered how would (Y/N) deal with all the girls staring at her husband with heart eyes. Now we know. What do you guys think?

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Spencer’s point of view

A lot can change in a person in six weeks. In the six weeks we had off, my mother got into her new facility home. She seemed happy there, and we were just a 20-minute ride away, which made me feel better. I wasn’t pushing my mother away to another city or keeping her far from her grandkids. We visited weekly, talked to her daily, and the kids brought her drawings to decorate her room.

Having time to be a family helped me fix my relationship with my wife. We talked and relaxed. We also had the chance to be a couple and resolve our problems. We even did a little trip to Disney. I swear, Raven had never been so excited before.

We also decided to move out of our apartment and started looking for a house. I wasn’t ready to leave the apartment yet, too many memories had been made there, but I knew the process was not going to be quick. Besides, after Cat had spied on us, neither of us felt completely safe living there.

Those six weeks were a gift because though we were all trying to overcome the trauma and pain Mr. Scratch had caused to all of us, it gave us the time to clear our minds. And I knew my wife was having a hard time with our work at the BAU. I could pretend I didn't see it, but it was crystal clear.

Even back then I knew (Y/N) could never be a housewife. Those six weeks were nice at first: being at home, driving our kids to school, coming back home to clean, grocery shopping, reading after lunch, and watching a movie every night. But by week three, she was going a little insane.

- “Cookies are baking, the brownie is cooling off and the clothes are off the dryer.”- she announced as she sat by my side on the couch, where I tried to read. I hummed in response and she grabbed a book as well. But she didn’t last three minutes in silence before she sighed and looked at me.

- “I’m bored.”

- “I know.”- I replied without taking my eyes from my book. (Y/N) moved closer to me on the couch and tried to look at my pages.

- “What are you reading?”- I didn’t reply, instead I moved the book so she could take a better look- “Aristotle. So you are keeping it light.”

- “What do you wanna do before we have to pick up the kids?”

- “I don’t know…”- and she wasn’t lying. She sat there, stared at the ceiling, and didn’t say another word. I finished my page and closed the book.

- “Wanna go out on a date?”

- “Sure”- she replied and didn’t move.

- “Coffee?”

- “Sure…”- she answered, not even listening to the question.

- “Or maybe ice cream.”- I suggested and stared at her.

- “Sure…”- it was like she wasn’t there.

- “Can I eat you out until you’ve come five times?”- I thought that proposal would get her attention.

- “Sure…”- but nothing. No reaction.

- “Ok chipmunk, what is it?”- I wrapped an arm around her and moved her closer to me.

- “I don’t know. I’m just… bored and stressed at the same time.” - she mumbled, almost pouting.

- “Do you miss work?”

- “I miss working, I just don’t know if I miss the BAU.”

I wish I could tell you her reply was a surprise, but it was what I expected. We had long conversations about leaving the FBI, and though we didn’t have a plan, we both knew our service days were counted.

- “Have you thought about what you’d like to do instead of the BAU?”- my question hung in the air for a few seconds before my wife sighed and shook her head.

- “Is it too sad if I tell you there is absolutely nothing? There is a blank space in my head when I think about what I could do.”

- “You mentioned teaching a few times.”

- “I did…”- she paused and moved from my arms to turn and look at me for a moment.- “But I don’t know if that is what I actually want or what I should do. And somehow they feel like two different things.”

- “You don’t have to figure it out right now.”

- “But I feel like I do, we have six weeks off, three remain, and if you ask me, all the cleaning and baking can do so much for my mental health. I need something else.”- I held her hand and kissed it, now both of us staring at each other in silence.- “Shit! The cookies!”- she suddenly jumped and ran to the kitchen. I left the book on the couch and followed her.

My limbic system was responding to that scene: my wife taking cookies out of the oven. It made me feel the primitive need to protect her. To make her happy, to show her how much she meant to me. My wife, the woman who always took care of me and our family. I had to make sure she was happy, at all costs.

- “Wha…”- (Y/N) didn’t have time to finish her question as I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. She moaned as I deepened the kiss and moved my hands diligently to unzip her pants.

- “Spencer…”

- “I told you I was gonna make you come five times.”- I whispered as I sat her on the counter and pulled down her pants until her bare legs were right in front of my face.

- “I thought you were bragging.”- (Y/N) replied and bit her lower lip playfully

- “I’ll give you something to brag about, Mrs. Reid.”

- “What about coffee and ice cream?”- my wife asked as I pulled her underwear to the side and licked her slowly. Her whole body shook as an instant reaction.

- “I’ll get you an affogato on our way to school.”

(Y/N)’s point of view

The first couple of cases felt odd. Being back in the bullpen was like coming back to school after summer break. I could tell Matt Simmons was excited to be part of the team, and it felt good to be back with the gang. We were helping people, making a difference. That was my mantra. Fuck “Wheels up” to keep me sane, I had to remind myself over and over again people were safer because we did our job.

But it only took a few weeks before I started feeling trapped at the FBI. It was overwhelming because I kept trying to fight that feeling, but sometimes I felt paralyzed with stress and anxiety. I kept feeling there was no way out of that job. That I was doomed to be there until my last day.

It didn’t help to see how Spencer was thrilling with every case. He was back to work like nothing had happened. My husband was right back in his element, while I struggled with a gnawing emptiness.

But I did what I do best under these circumstances: I pretended nothing was bothering me. I focused on enjoying the few things that made me happy as I tried to find something that filled the void at work. Raven had started taking swimming lessons back then, which were very exciting, because she was growing up so fast, and she was so glad to be part of a team and make new friends. I tried to go with her to as many lessons as possible, cheering her on and sending all of our family and friends pictures of my baby.

Until Spencer gave me a reality check.

- “Just because Raven found what makes her happy doesn’t mean you have to live through her. You still need to find something to fill your soul.”

His words hit me like a slap of truth. We were in the middle of the dark in our room, as he held me close to him. My head was on his chest, his arms were around me, and his words hit me harder than the bullet an unsub put in my arm a few years before.

- “Why don’t you sugarcoat it a little?”- I whispered and didn’t even look at him. He kissed the top of my head and sighed.

- “Didn’t we agree we were not to lie to each other?”

- “We did. But you don’t need to be so straightforward. That was painful.”- I murmured that last part, almost hiding my face in his chest.

- “I’m sorry ma cheriê”- my husband caressed my shoulder as I rolled in bed and laid by his side.- “I wasn’t trying to hurt you, I just wanna help.”

- “I know… shit, I don’t wanna be one of those crazy moms, living life through their babies' success and dreams.”

- “You won’t”- Spencer sighed and touched my nose softly with his index, making me feel like a little kid.

- “You just said so.”- I pouted and he smiled, kissing my lips carefully.

- “I did not. I just want you to be happy, chipmunk. And you can pretend all you want, but I know you have been sad these past couple of weeks. Not even Morgan’s visit cheered you up.”

- “He was here to comfort Pen, not me.”

- “Because you have me to comfort you.”- my husband cut me a smile and made a pause before he dropped the bomb.- “Also… I was talking with Blake today, and she said she could help.”

- “You asked her for help?”

- “She actually called you to ask for help, which was a happy coincidence, because I think you are gonna like what she needs.”

- “What is it? A profiler? Or a home baker? We still have some snickerdoodles left by the way.”

- “A professor.”- he explained with a sweet smile.- “Specifically, a linguistic professor teaching an undergraduate class in Georgetown.”

- “And she thought of you?”

- “Of you.”

My heart stopped when I heard Spencer saying those simple two words. Yes, I had thought about teaching, but somehow I had never considered it earnestly. Why? Impostor syndrome? Fear of failure? Self-doubt? All above I guess.

- “What?”- I whispered, thinking I had misheard.

- “Alex needed help to find a teacher for a psycholinguistics class, something that you actually like.”

- “I do.”

- “So she thought of you.”

- “Why didn’t she call me?”

- “She did, but you didn’t pick up ‘co you were putting Vinny to sleep, so I talked to her instead.”

- “Answering my phone calls, Spencer Walter Reid. I don’t know how I feel about it.”- I joked only because I didn’t know how to react to what I had just heard. That was a real job offer in a field I liked.

- “She said she is calling you tomorrow again, so you can pick up and ask all about it.”

Spencer was right, Alex called me the following morning and delivered her proposal in detail. One of her best friends in Georgetown needed help finding a teacher for an undergrad course in psychology, and she thought of me. It was just five hours a week for a semester, so it wouldn’t take much of my BAU time. I just needed to talk to Emily and make my schedule match. That was the hardest part.

I don’t know if Emily knew I was unhappy with the job, but she didn’t hesitate to approve my request. In fact, she suggested Spencer could do a similar thing, and give seminars for young agents at the academy.

- “I could make it work so you two spend more time at home with the kids, and help the team from Quantico”

- “Isn’t it a little selfish?”- I asked. We were alone in Prentiss’ office, which was still Hotch’s office in my head, and that made everything less official and more traumatic for me. Somehow it still felt like we were pretending to be the grownups while he was away.

- “I wouldn’t call it selfish if it helps you focus on work whenever you are on the field.”

Emily added and held her cup of coffee with both hands as she stared at me from the other side of her desk, filled with unfinished paperwork.

- “Oh stop it, Reid. I have known you for what seems like a lifetime. You have been unhappy since Aaron left. So please tell me, what is it? you don’t like me as your Unit Chief?”

- “What the fuck?”- the curses rolled off my tongue before I could actually realize what I was saying.

- “I mean it, you’ve been acting strange for the last couple of months. I understand you and Spencer have been through a lot, but this is clearly work-related.”

- “First of all, how dare you bring this up at work and not at a bar with a drink in our hands!”- I start arguing back.

- “This is work-related, (Y/N), and I am talking to you as your superior, not your friend.”

- “Second of all,”- I continued speaking, ignoring the scowl.- “I love having you here. I wanted you on this team way before Hotch left. You were the one who didn’t want to leave the Interpol.”

- “Then what is it?”- my friend was clearly losing her patience with me.

- “I just… don’t know.”- I simply confessed and didn't say another word. I just sighed and stared at my friend not knowing how to explain what was happening.

- “How can you not know what happens to you?”- it was a simple question, I guess.

- “I don’t know what it is. I thought it was caused by the stress of having Diana home and all the fights that brought to us, but it wasn’t. I thought I could blame Scratch, but he is only partially guilty of what is happening. Just as Cat, or any fucking unsub that I might think of.”

Emily stared at me, knowing better than to push me. I stood up and started pacing around the room. It took me a few minutes to finally say it out loud.

- “Sometimes I don’t know why I am still here.”

- “You are making a difference.”- Emily stood up and walked to me as soon as she heard me. I turned to her and raised an eyebrow.

- “Trust me, I keep telling myself that every day I show up. Every day I miss Raven’s swimming competition or school recital and when I miss any milestone in Vincent’s growth.”- I paused because I was about to start crying and I didn’t want to get emotional at work.- “Each time that even for a split second there is a chance Spencer or I might get hurt, making a difference is the only thing that keeps me here.”

- “(Y/N)…”- Emily hugged me ‘cos tears had started falling from my eyes.- “Why didn’t you tell me anything sooner?”

- “Sooner when? Things have been crazy here and you know it.” - she sighed and nodded as I wiped away the tears from my cheeks.

- “I know, and we haven’t had much time to talk either.”

- “That’s the thing with this job, we let time pass us by ‘cos we are always too busy to stop and analyze what is happening to us…”

Emily nodded as she stared at me, both her hands on my shoulders as she tried to reassure me things were going to be better somehow.

- “Teaching this class is gonna be good for you, Reid. You need to find your own path.”

I wanted to believe her. I was already tired of feeling like I was drifting and wasting my life.

Spencer’s point of view

The first class my wife taught, she was so nervous I wanted to sit at the back of the classroom to make sure she was ok. It didn’t help that that very same day, I had been caught with JJ in a bunker, as we tried to catch an unsub who kidnapped women, convinced them doomsday was coming, and kept them locked underground in a hidden bunker.

We both knew the team was right a few minutes away the second the door locked behind us. But they couldn’t reach us underground. There was no signal. I also knew my wife was not with them, because she was teaching her first class at five, and I had sworn I'd wait for her outside.

If I wasn’t there, as promised, she was going to get very scared… and very mad.

- “I can’t get through”- JJ announced the obvious, staring at her cell phone screen.

- “The doors are airtight and the glass is bomb-blast resistant. Our bullets would just bounce off.”- I explained as I knocked on the window, trying to find a way out. I couldn’t be locked with JJ in a bunker. Not that day, not ever.

- “Ok, uh, Garcia told everyone we were heading down here, so… wait, did you say airtight?”- I kept pacing around the room when Jennifer realized what I had just said. Meanwhile, I had already discarded eleven plans to get out of that space. - “Are we gonna run out of air?”

- “No, high carbon dioxide levels are gonna kill us before low oxygen levels do.”- I explained and tried to focus on another plan.

- “What about the keypad, Spence?”

- “On a zero to 9 keypad, assuming a 4-digit code, there are 10,000 possible combinations. If you figure 5 seconds to input each combination, that’ll be 13.89 hours and that is not even accounting finger fatigue.”

- “Right. So, even if we did try, after too many failed attempts, we would probably be locked in here anyway.”

- “(Y/N) is gonna kill me.”- I whispered and sighed, closing my eyes for a second.

- “Why?”

- “I promised I’d be there after her first class.”

- “I’m sure she’ll understand. She knows how this job is.”- JJ didn’t understand my wife’s relationship with the job at that minute, and I couldn’t blame her. (Y/N) didn’t want to share much about her personal crisis with the team. Only Prentiss and Garcia knew how she actually felt. And they were as supportive and understanding as I knew they would be.

- “Yeah, sure.”- I mumbled and kept looking for a way out.

- “Hey, is (Y/N) ok? We haven’t talked much lately. I don’t… I don’t know if she is mad at me or…”

But whatever JJ was about to say, I didn’t pay attention to, because two of the victims appeared at the other side of the glass, holding hostage a woman they claimed was the unsub’s partner. We were lucky enough to be out of that trap quickly, release all the victims, and catch the unsub and his partner. The team was right outside as we made it out of the bunker with the victims, and I was in an SUV in less than ten minutes.

I made it on time, barely. I ran to the classroom door and I was still catching my breath when the door opened and the students started walking out. It was a warm afternoon, the sun was just setting, and as I walked into that room, I found my wife closing her computer, and gathering all her things.

- “Excuse me, professor.”- I said as I walked closer and watched her face light up.

- “It’s Doctor, actually.”- she corrected as my lips curled up in a smile. I just felt so good to see her happy.

- “I’m sorry, Doctor Reid. I’ve always been very interested in learning more about linguistics and I was wondering if I could attend this class…”

- “Oh, I’m so sorry Mr…”

- “It’s Doctor, Doctor Reid.”- I corrected her with a smirk and she just nodded, playing along.

- “Oh I’m sorry, Doctor Reid, but this class is closed.”

- “No… really?”- I finally stood in front of her and placed my hands on her waist as she nodded and smiled back at me.

- “Really.”- her voice dropped an octave, sounding so sexy I started considering that bending her on that desk was a very good idea.

- “Is there a chance I can get a private lesson?”- I asked her and she giggled.

- “Are you really that passionate about linguistics?”

- “You have no idea.”- I whispered, pressing her body closer to mine and kissing her lips. I tried to be sweet and gentle, but I felt a hunger inside me, and I needed to feel my wife.

- “Not many people feel this way about linguistics.”- (Y/N) whispered and smiled as I rubbed my lips against hers and tugged her hair carefully not to hurt her, but hard enough for her to gasp and open her mouth, giving me all access.

- “Maybe I could audit your class…”- and my wife just nodded as I rested my forehead against her, as we tried our best to cool off a little.

- “Excuse… me…”- a student coughed from the door. - “Doctor Reid, I needed to…”

- “Yes, of course. I’m sorry.”- (Y/N) cleared her throat and moved away from me in a second. I smiled and took a step aside. It was so incredible watching her talking with a student, giving him notes from her lecture, talking about what he didn’t get. She was glowing, excited, and in her element. I hadn’t seen her that happy in a very long while.

So I made it my new goal: giving my wife the space to find what she wanted to do professionally, and which classes she wanted to teach. I never liked change before, and I was still struggling with it, but for her, I would do anything. For her, I would embrace change and roll with it. If it was what it took to make her that happy, I would do it gladly.

The first step was to speed up the process of moving from the apartment: I hated it, but I knew it needed to be done. I didn’t want to get out of there, but at the same time, I knew she wasn’t happy living in that apartment anymore. What happened with Cat Adams and Lindsey had affected her to the point of taking the joy from our flat. So we started looking for our own house. It wasn’t a quick process, trust me. It took almost a year to find the right house.

During that time, I started teaching a few seminars in the Academy, as Prentiss had suggested and my wife continued teaching her class in Georgetown. We started spending more time in Washington, which felt incredibly right. It was almost a year since our crisis, since my mother had stayed with us, bringing all the stress and fights, and I was, for once, enjoying life day by day.

Vinny was already two years and eight months old, and he was going through a bedtime crisis. He insisted he wasn’t tired and that he didn’t want to sleep. So every time, we had to come up with the craziest ways to get that kid weary for bed. We would dance, play, run, and tell the longest and most intricate bedtime stories. Most of the time, we struggled to stay away while trying to put him to bed. But somehow, it was the kind of struggle I didn’t mind having in my life. Not after dealing with serial killers.

We had a system and it was working. (Y/N) was a lot happier, and I was facing changes one day at a time. That was until the FBI's Assistant Director of National Security, Linda Barnes, put her eye on the BAU and decided to put us under investigation. She started by suspending Prentiss indefinitely, leaving JJ as temporary Unit Chief. It had been heartbreaking hearing Emily’s voice crack as she apologized for not being able to protect us from Barnes. We knew she meant serious trouble for us. She had dismantled Simmon’s former team, and she had her eye put on us. We knew what she was after: us. She wanted to end the BAu, or at least, end how it worked until that day.

The following day, after Prentiss gave us the news, things got even worse. (Y/N) was teaching a class early in the morning, so she missed the briefing. Which, I’ve always thought was a great thing because she would have snapped way more aggressively than I did when we all realized Barnes had picked the case for the team and planned on going to the field with us.

- “Meet you at the Tarmac.”- she announced as we all stood up from the table and stared at her lost.

- “You are going into the field with us?”- Tara asked her, not hiding her surprise and annoyance.

- “Yes.”- Linda replied coldly.

- “No offense, but you are not a profiler.”- Rossi pointed out, but Barnes didn’t seem to bother.

- “True, but I’ve worked on the field and a fresh set of eyes might be useful.”

She stared at us, probably waiting for any kind of reply, but no one said anything. I had to bite my lips ‘cos I was losing it second by second with her around.

- “I know you think I’m the enemy, but I am not. I can be your greatest advocate if you let me. Now, you’ve had some poor leadership in the past, but I know I can help right the ship.”

It was that last sentence that was the straw that broke the camel's back for me. I was not going to let that woman speak ill of Hotch or Prentiss.

- “No.”- I said as soon as she made a pause. - “You are wrong. Emily Prentiss is not a poor leader. She defined what a BAU chief should be. I am not gonna stand here and let you destroy her career like this. If you are going, I am not.”

And I didn’t even let her reply. I just stormed out of the conference room and walked back to my desk, I gathered my things and walked away from the BAU.

- “Spencer, oh my god. What did you do?”- Prentiss argued as soon as I finished telling my story. I didn't want to bother (Y/N) at work, so I did the only thing I could come up with: visit Emily at her house and try to help her return to the team.

- “I had to.”- that was my only explanation.

- “No, you didn't.”

- “Life's too short to deal with people like Linda Barnes.”- I knew that was something my wife would say, but after so many years together, I think there was a lot of her rubbing on my behavior. And I liked it.

- “Spence…”- Prentiss wanted to keep telling me off, but I wasn’t gonna let her. So I just continued talking

- “I wasn't gonna, you know, go with her and help her dismantle the team.”

Emily stared at me and rearranged her thoughts in silence for a moment. Then, she took a big step and stood in front of me, just next to her kitchen island.

- “Thank you for standing up for me. I appreciate you coming to the house for support, but what you did was reckless.”- and I rolled my eyes at her, as she started lecturing me again. - “The BAU is under the microscope right now, and the last thing you should be doing is giving Barnes more ammunition. You're making her job easier.”

- “Why are you trying to get rid of me?”- I frowned as I noticed she had started walking and moving closer to the front door one more time. She turned to me, looking caught, and pretended not to understand.

- “What?”

- “Ever since I got here, you've been trying to keep me out of…”- I took a look around and started wandering around the place. I wouldn’t usually do that, but Prentiss’ attitude was off.

- “No, I just, uh… no, I wasn't expecting anyone and the place…”

And just like that, I found what she was trying to hide.

- “Spence, stop!”

I jogged to her dining room and found a few boxes. She had started packing her things. Emily Prentiss was getting ready to fly away and leave us behind.

- “It's been less than two days and you're already leaving.”- I turned to face her, disappointed and angry.

- “I'm… I…”

Emily sighed as she tried to find the right way to explain what was going through her mind. Why would she just run away from trouble? That wasn’t like her.

- “Ok, look. Barnes wants somebody to take the fall for what happened in Roswell. I'm willing to be that somebody if it will help stabilize the BAU. You're in good hands with JJ.”

- “There's no guarantee that she won't replace her the minute you're gone.”- I argued immediately, but it wasn’t enough reason for her.

- “I think that if I go away for good, she'll leave you alone.”

- “You can still fight this. We can still fight this!”- but as I spoke those words, I could read on her face how the fire was dying inside of her.

- “Ah… Maybe I don't want to.”- and that answer was just as infuriating as discovering those boxes. Maybe even more.

- “Well, now who's making it easy for Barnes?”- I spat those words with anger as I frowned and stared into her eyes. I wanted her to see my disappointment.

- “You don’t get it, Spence.”- Emily said after a few minutes. She just walked around the apartment and started gathering more things to put in boxes and I sat on her couch, trying to find the right argument to change her mind.- “This is the right decision for me. I need you to support that.”

- “What's your plan? I mean, where are you gonna go?"- she had to be joking if she thought I was going to support her running away.

- “When I left Interpol, they said the door was always open to return. I like London. So…”- I looked at her in silence for a moment, as she kept putting books in boxes, driving me insane.

- “Well, if you really want me to support you, just answer me this one question.”- I finally said, standing up from her couch and looking at her. - “Why is it not ok for me to walk out on the team but it is for you?

- “Because you and I are different.”

- “We're not. And if the situation was reversed, you wouldn't give up on me. And you know what? I happen to know that for a fact because you didn't. When my mother was taken and I was losing my sanity, you did everything in your power to help my family.”

Emily stared at me and sighed. Clearly, I had hit a sensitive issue when I mentioned what happened with my mother.

- “What?”- I asked her as I scowled, confused.

- “Yeah. I did everything. I needed to make sure things worked their best for you, your family, and the team.”

- “And they did, all things considered.”- I replied, knowing nothing bad could come from that case, except the trauma me and my family were working to heal.

- “Including leaving out of the documents your trip to Mexico.”- Prentiss confessed and I wide opened my eyes, surprised.

- “Wh… what?”

- “When you went to Mexico to meet doctor Nadia Ramos, you used your personal passport. You should have used your work-issued one.”- Emily looked at me and held her breath for a second.- “I know you weren’t working, but you should have been briefed before leaving the country. That was a violation of security protocol. And I left it out of the case.” - her eyes watered up as she explained what had happened.

- “But… I didn’t do anything bad in Mexico.”- my voice was a whisper, and my friend nodded.

- “I know, Spence. But as an FBI agent, you are always a target, and you know it. You have to follow protocol before leaving the country. But I crossed a line I swore I never would. Barnes called me out on it. And that's when I realized she was right. I do hold this team above the very laws we are supposed to uphold. You made a mistake, but you didn’t do anything wrong, I did. That's why it's wrong for you to quit. But me, I've lost the privilege to run this team.”

I was speechless as I stared at my friend. I never knew she had done such a thing. I wouldn’t have let her do that. Just to think of all the things that could have gone wrong if I had gone more than that one time to Mexico still haunted me, and staring at my friend paying for a crime like that to keep me on the team made me feel incredibly lucky to have her, and immensely stupid for ruining things like that.

We fell into an awkward silence. I knew she didn’t want to talk, and I knew I was gonna have to push her, but I gave her a moment of quiet and peace as I arranged the facts in my head to convince her to stay. I wasn’t going to give up that easily.

- “Thank you.”- I whispered as I grabbed some books and files and put them in random boxes, as I pretended I was gonna help her move.

- “What?”

- “Thank you for covering for me.”

- “You're welcome.”- my friend looked at me and smiled

- “I'm not done.”- I added and she frowned as I continued talking. - “Thank you, but I didn't ask you to. Who knows? Maybe the bureau would have understood why I did it.”

- “Maybe. Now we'll never know.”- Emily replied and continued packing nonchalantly.

- “And that's exactly my point. You know, sometimes it's painful when you look back at your life and you realize how little choice you had in it. Right?”

Em paused her packing and looked at me with curiosity and some frustration.

- “Spence, if there's something you want to say, just say it.”

- “All I'm saying is that it's a lot like when JJ and Hotch faked your death so that you could escape from Ian Doyle.”- I knew I was hitting a nerve by bringing him into the conversation, but I needed her to see my point.- “You didn't have any choice in the matter, but it's what they had to do. They fought just as hard to save your life as you did to save mine. It's what we do."

- “It's… not like this."

- “It is. Do you want proof? Here are some examples. Michael Lee Peterson, Chad Higgins, Kathy and Jessica Evanson, Gloria Barker, and Declan Doyle. These are men, women, and children you've saved at the BAU, personally.”

- “But that's our job. Yours, mine, that's what we do. We save lives.”

- “And here are eight more that need it now. David Rossi, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Matt Simmons, Tara Lewis… (Y/N) Reid and Spencer Reid.”

- “Stop.”

- “I don't think you understand. After Hotch left, the team could have imploded. It didn't because you were there. You were there to keep us together. We don't always have a choice in what happens to us, but you know what? Sometimes we do. And right now…”

I choked up because tears were threatening to roll down my cheeks, and I couldn’t speak, feeling my throat closing with emotion.

- “I'm just asking you to make the choice to stay and fight for us. You know, fight for the team. That's what we do. We fight for each other.”

Emily opened her mouth to argue, but she just shook her head and chuckled, tearing up.

- “Ok.”- that was all she said and I immediately stood up to hug her.

- “Let's call the team and get back to work. (Y/N) should be out of classes by now.”

- “I'm suspended.”- Emily announced, like that could ever stop us.

- “Well, I'm not. If you just so happen to hear what I say, then so be it.”

- “That rebel attitude is very (Y/N) of you, Spence.”

- “I know”- and I smiled proudly.

But, by the end of the day, Linda Barnes had gone behind the team and got the primary suspect dead. The team had solved the case, but someone had died. Rossi called us and invited us all for drinks. (Y/N) had joined us in Emily's apartment as soon as her class was over and I had updated her with everything that had happened that day.

- “I am out two mornings a week and I miss all the fun.”- she argued as I finished telling her how I stormed out of the conference room.

However, when we got to the bullpen, to pick up the team, Linda Barnes had saved us one more surprise.

- “Did I hear something about drinks?”- my wife said as she stood in front of Rossi and hugged him and Penelope at the same time.

- “Yes. And I am buying the first round.”- Luke added and (Y/N) raised her hand to give him a high five, but that was the second we all turned and saw Barnes standing there, in the middle of the office. Ruining our moment.

- “Agent Prentiss, Agent Reid, I'm happy to see you.”- her voice was cold as she nodded at us.- “Agent Jareau, I didn't get the opportunity to tell you how much I enjoyed your speech on the jet. But you're wrong that I'm here to shut down the BAU because I'm not. This unit is the crown jewel of behavioral profiling. I couldn't shut it down if I wanted to. But I can help restructure it.”

My blood ran cold as I heard those words. That woman wanted to destroy our department, and she was about to succeed.

- “The director watched the airport video, and he felt, as I did, that we were in public and your validation strategy was failing.”

- “You already met with him?”- JJ asked in shock, we knew she was waiting to talk to him and explain what had happened. But Barnes had, once again, gone behind her back to win.

- “Yes. I've known him for a long time. He answers my calls.”

- “I haven't even had a chance to file my report.”- Jennifer argued, but Barnes dismissed her words like she dismissed everything she didn't care for.

- “He agreed that events should have unfolded quicker, and because they didn't, the suspect died. Now we need to ensure that mistakes, like the ones you made today, never happen again.”

- “Mistakes we made?”- JJ questioned crossing her arms on her chest.

- “That said, Agent Prentiss, your suspension is lifted. You'll be reassigned within the Bureau. Your new post has yet to be determined.”

- “What?”

- “Agent Lewis, you will also be reassigned. Agent Reid, you will be a full-time professor with our exchange program. Agent (Y/L/N), your recent teaching career is taking off, the Bureau will be happy to help you find more classes to teach, along with your husband.”

- “It’s Doctor Reid, and who says that’s something I even want to do?”- my wife questioned her and I held her hand to stop her from talking any further.

- “It’s clear your head is not with the team anymore, agent.”- Barnes replied and didn’t give her time to say a word back.- “Agent Rossi, the FBI deeply appreciates your service, and the director wishes you nothing but the best in your retirement.”

Barnes made a pause and gave Rossi time to argue with her decision, but he didn’t say a word.

- “Agent Simmons, Agent Alvez, you will remain here at the BAU. Garcia, your loyalty to the team is appreciated, but it feels like a fresh start in a different department would be best.”

- “Fresh start? I don't want a fresh start. I need… I need to be here.”- Garcia was already crying as she spoke, but Barnes didn’t even answer her plea.

- “I'm fired, aren't I?”- JJ asked coldly.

- “No. You're the conditional unit chief of the BAU. Congratulations.”- Barnes’ words kept getting colder and colder as she spoke. She was, in fact, enjoying her revenge.

- “There's no such thing.”- Jennifer argued.

- “You're right. There wasn't. But I was able with the director's approval to create a new position just for you. I won't be going into the field with you anymore, but you will run every decision past me, big and small, before you act.”

Linda Barnes stared at us. None of us was able to say a word. We were shocked by her power and the promptness of her actions. She didn’t even give us time to fight back.

- “Good night.”- she cut us one evil smile and walked out of the bullpen.

- “This can't be the end. Can it?”- Garcia asked us, and we didn’t really know how to reply to that. So we stayed in silence, stunned.

(Y/N)’s point of view

Two weeks after Barnes decided to “reassign” most of the BAU members, we were all going insane and I was ready for revenge. One thing is wanting out of the team ‘cos I want to do what I love, and another thing is having some bureaucratic asshole telling me what to do, when to do it, and how.

I hated that bitch.

Do you wanna know what else I hated during those two weeks? All the students that were falling for my husband at the academy. Linda Barnes wasn’t joking when she said she was gonna help me get more classes to teach along with Spencer. She got me a whole linguistic course for young cadets at the academy. And the fact the course’s teacher was me, Doctor Reid, caused a lot of confusion among the female students.

- “Excuse me.”- one of them raised her hand during class.- “I was told this class was taught by Doctor Reid.”

- “Yes, that’s me.”- I explained with an innocent smile, not knowing what was about to happen.

- “As in… doctor Spencer Reid?”- she asked, confused.

- “Oh no, sorry. That’s my husband. It’s a common mistake, we both have PhDs. ”

- “He is… your husband? Spencer is married?”- I could see on her face ‘cos her heart was breaking.

- “Yes, been married for almost nine years now. I don’t know how that could be relevant for the class, but…”- I paused and noticed a few more girls in the auditorium were shocked.- “Anyone else took this class thinking it was my husband’s?”

Eleven more girls raised their hands.

- “You can leave if you want.”- I simply answered and tried not to shoot daggers at any of them. Frank always says I do that when I am mad. Spencer agrees, which makes it even more believable.

Two weeks and life was making me feel like I hadn’t been grateful for my job. Don’t get me wrong, I loved teaching, but there was something incredibly wrong about the way Barnes had pushed us away from the BAU. Garcia was in Cyber Crimes and she was going insane. Prentiss was with the OPR, hating every second of it, especially her teammate, a guy called James Odenkirk, who kept getting on her nerves. JJ kept Spencer informed about the BAU and the lack of cases the team had. Barnes kept JJ, Simmons, and Alvez on the bench, not authorizing any case work until they got one that would- and I quote - “Make the FBI look good.”

It was like she was trying to be hated. And succeeding.

When Prentiss called and invited me over for a ladies' night with Tara, I was in before I could even reply. I texted Spencer and asked if he could stay with the kid for a while. That was the only good side of that whole deal, being there with our babies every day. You could see how they loved having us there for bedtime stories, driving them to school, and cuddling.

- “Who knew there were so many dysfunctional partners in the Bureau?”- Tara chuckled as she told us her experience as a therapist for FBI partners in crisis. We stood on Emily’s balcony, holding a glass of red, trying to make sense of what was happening.

- “I'm learning the hard way. I had three stakeouts with Odenkirk last week.”

- “He sounds like such a charming bud.”- I teased and Emily rolled her eyes

- “Oh yeah, we know how much you love hanging out with him.”- Tara added as we both chuckled, like kids.

- “And it's one thing to be out in the field with him, but sitting with him in a car for hours on end. He smells like dirty tighty whities dipped in sweat.”- Emily’s description actually made him look worse word by word.

- “Gross!!”- I replied, disguised.

- “Barnes really knew how to punish you.”- Tara added with a short smile.- “I mean, sticking you with him. A not-so-subtle reference to what happens to agents who transgress.”

- “And there is no dirt on Barnes in the OPR database. She is squeaky clean.”- we both turned to Emily after her confession, shocked.

- “You pulled her file?”- Tara asked and sipped her wine.

- “I thought maybe we'd get lucky.”- Emily replied trying to look innocent. Which she wasn't at all.

- “I’m guessing that bitch knows how to hide her dirty laundry.”- I finished my glass and rested my elbow on the edge of Emily’s balcony. My friends stood by my side, mimicking my movement.

- “So what now?”- Tara asked

- “Refill?”- I replied and moved my empty glass. Em grabbed the bottle and filled our glasses, as she spoke.

- “I don't know what our next move is. I’m sorry girls.”

- “Well, we have got to think of something. I do not know how much more of this assignment I can take.”- Tara mumbled and I agreed.

- “Eleven students left my class today ‘cos they thought it was Spencer’s.”- I announced and kept my eyes on the horizon as I spoke.- “Eleven. That was half of my audience.”

- “What are you talking about? Why would they…”

- “Because I have a hot husband, Tara! I knew that, but I never thought these stupid students would drool so shamelessly for him! You should have seen their faces when I told them I am his wife.”

- “You told them? Why?”- Emily asked, nearly laughing at my face.

- “Because one of those brats interrupted my class asking if there was any kind of mistake, ‘cos she was expecting Dr. Reid.”- I explained and closed my eyes, mortified.

- “They interrupted you? To ask for Spencer?”- Tara was shocked.

- “Apparently my husband is the current eye candy of the department. His classes are full, but most of the attendees are auditing, just to look at him and drool.”- I finally confessed to someone what had been tormenting me that week.

- “Does he know? What has he said about it?”

- “He has no idea!”- I argued and took another sip of wine.- “He is just so happy people are interested in his classes, I don’t have the heart to tell him.”

- “Then don’t.”- Emily suggested. - “The kid is enjoying teaching, sometimes I feel that’s what he was born to do. I wouldn’t want to spoil it for him just because a bunch of girls are drooling over him. You know they are harmless. Spencer would never cheat on you.”

- “Prentiss has a point, Reid is crazy for you and the kids. He would never jeopardize that for anything in the world.”

I nodded and looked at my friends. Having them around meant the world. I missed working with them and hanging out with them daily.

The next day, I was preparing for my following class when Luke called. He asked us to meet at Prentiss’ for a case. Apparently, JJ didn’t get permission to take a case, and we were going to go behind Barnes’ back and investigate it anyway. Sounded like my team, and my kind of plan.

Spencer showed up in my class and stood by the door as I gathered my things. He didn’t have to say a thing, I knew he knew. He was beaming with excitement. Of course, my husband missed the BAU. He was born to catch unsubs, solve cases, and save the day. He has always been a hero.

- “Thank you, all of you, for coming. I've missed this, us.”- Emily said as the entire gang sat in her living room to investigate a case without formal authorization.

- “We met yesterday for drinks, Em.”- I teased her and she just chuckled.

- “I meant work, Reid. And be serious, before we do this, I need to be sure everyone understands what we're getting into. We have been told not to investigate this case. If we do, we are violating direct orders, and eventually, Barnes will find out. So, if something goes wrong or we don't catch this unsub, she will shut down the BAU and most likely fire all of us. No more reassignments.”

- “You know what?”- JJ said, looking incredibly fed up with anything Barnes’ related- “Even if everything does go right and we do catch our unsub, I mean, the same thing could happen.”

- “Right. Barnes would try to spin it, labeling the BAU a rogue unit that needs to be shut down.”- Simmons knew what he was talking about.

- “Right. So if anyone has doubts, no shame, no judgment.”- Emily said and looked at us, waiting for a reaction. Like any of us would walk away from a case.

- “The BAU started in a room just like this one. If this is how it goes out, so be it.”- Rossi sounded defeated already. So I had to tease him a little, just to make him smile.

- “All right Coronell Cannelloni, no need to get sentimental.”- and he turned to me with a warm grin.

- “We're all in?”- Spencer asked and the entire team nodded. I held his hand, knowing that was something he wanted to do, work with our friends, solve the case, catch the bad guys. And most of all, kick Linda Barnes’ ass.

But, it turned out Prentiss’ warning wasn’t a bluff. Only 24 hours later, JJ was forced to turn over her baggage and her gun, after asking Barnes to open the file of an investigation she had closed a few years before. However, that wasn’t going to stop us. If anything, it made us crack the case, and work harder, even from the shadows.

JJ kept working, and Penelope, from Cyber Crimes, managed to get us the crime scene pictures without getting us caught.

Rossi might have mentioned earlier that day the charm of doing the right thing, even in the wrong way. It felt so fucking good when we got the unsub. I still wish I had been there to look at Barnes’ face when the team caught the psycho and saved the senator’s daughter he had kidnapped. And not only that but Emily told the senator himself that Barnes had fired JJ for trying to solve the case. That woman didn’t stand a chance. She was out before we knew it.

- “I couldn’t wait until morning!!”- Garcia beamed as she walked into the bullpen, holding a box filled with all the toys she keeps on her desk.

- “You weren't the only one.”- JJ said as Luke quickly moved and grabbed Garcia’s box. I stared at that sweet acting coming from a couple that barely seemed to get along, and I realized those two had some angry sex coming their way. If only Luke didn’t have a girlfriend.

- “You look great.”- my husband said to Penelope and she nearly jumped in excitement.

- “I feel great. You guys really did it!”

- “Ohh, I wish I could have been there to see Barnes' face when the senator showed up.”- Tara whined and I joined her immediately.

- “Me too!! Was she fuming from her ears? Did she send daggers from her eyes? I need a full description of the scene, please!”- I begged from my desk as I finished setting the family pictures I had kept there for years.

- “I thought she was gonna melt like the wicked witch of the west when he said Prentiss could hire whoever she wanted.”- Simmons described and we all chuckled at the thought.

- “You think she'll back off for good?”- Luke asked, and we all turned to Prentiss, who stood with Rossi at the top of the stairs outside her office.

- “The director called me.”- she started.- “He said Barnes was told to keep her hands off the BAU.

- “And so, we live to fight another day. Ladies and gentlemen, we're back!”

We all cheered and lifted our cups of coffee. It felt good to be back at the BAU, with my family. Though I wanted to keep teaching at Georgetown, I wasn’t ready to fully leave my friends. Especially knowing how much Spencer loved being there.

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edgessunflower · 2 years ago

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May I please request headcanons for Bruce, Damian, Dick, Jason, and Tim With an s/o who is a cat lover? <3 🐈💗🎀 ( When you can or have time :3 )

Omg of course anon ♥️

Tim

He grew up with a dog and cat for years until his parents died and the animals were given away

He knew right after meeting you how much of a big animal lover you were after you found a cat and despite some of the team being cautious mostly because some of them had never seen a cat up close or knew what they were until others explained it to them

Slowly with time the orange cat you found became the team pet and you all named him Alfredo and he was everyone's furry friend always going around for pets and sounding like he talked to everyone

Not too long after the two of you started dating you had thought about getting a pet to help not only with your depression but for both yours and tim's anxiety but you waited for awhile and soon you both got a white cat you named milkshake from her love of ice cream

The two of you would lay on the floor or one of your beds reading or watching tv petting her while she purrs gently making biscuits on the blanket or one of you feeling the quiet bliss

Dick

He was a natural animal lover for as long as he can remember trying to bring home every stray he found and take care of them even when bruce found out and reluctantly let him have the animal or keep it for a few days before taking it to the local no kill shelter

He immediately fell in love with both your cats Buttermilk and Cookie who you had for years since you were 12 cookie being given to you as a Christmas present from your grandparents and buttermilk from your older sister on your birthday

The two of you both found strays and would take them to the shelter after nursing them back to health or give them to friends or your family members

He soon surprised you with a small kitten he found that the two of you named Kagome from your love of japanese animes

Jason

He always had a soft spot for animals having his own dog Ace who always helped him with life and his own mental state after all he went through

He also developed a bond with your calico kitten named Mitten who always liked to sleep on your chest or belly under the covers and soon she started sleeping in jay's hoodie sleeves and beside his neck

The next thing you knew that sometimes you would get pictures from Dick or Tim with him holding a stray cat or asleep on a roof with a kitten in his jack making you smile saving every picture

Damian

He had quite a bit of pets growing up and still had some of them including his dog Titus who he had ever since being under Bruce's care and training

He immediately had a bond with your orange cat Pancake and was always petting or holding the cat or even sharing abit of his food with him whenever you weren't looking

After awhile of the two of you being together and moving in to a house you surprised him with a new cat you got from the shelter that he ended up naming Iris due to one eye being brown and the other being yellow

And both of the cats got along well even sleeping on your pillows when the two of you were asleep one sleeping beside you and the other beside him

Bruce

He liked animals he just never really had any growing up he can say that he only had 3 pets throughout his life all of them when he was younger

The first one being a hamster his parents got him for his birthday that he had two years before they died,the second one was from Alfred a couple of months after his parents died and that one was a rabbit that helped him quite a bit,and the last one was when he was a teenager that used to be his friend's pet but couldn't care for it anymore and the last one was a rat

You decided as a surprise for his birthday even though you had only been together for 4 months to get him a cat that you thought would help him

When he saw the fluffy brown cat in your lap he was confused but over the next while he soon was holding the cat and even named it brownie

Soon the cat was stuck to him from sleeping next to him,rubbing his leg in the batcave,or even just playing with his cape which made you giggle

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hyuuukais · 1 year ago

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✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡ SUNSHINE AND STRAWBERRIES

pairing ☆ lee felix x fem reader

synopsis ☆ Y/N is a new streamer. after months of planning, and her best friend & now fellow streamer han jisung convincing her, she makes a twitch and youtube account. thanks to jisung giving her a shoutout to his own huge following, she gains some unexpected overnight fame. but what was more unexpected was waking up to see her long-time favourite comfort streamer _sunshine.bbokari_ following her.

warnings ☆ swearing kind of

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN ☆ THANK YOU

His car pulls up shortly after you get back downstairs. Chan pulls you into a hug, whispering in your ear about how you'll be okay, that the world is mean sometimes, but you're strong.

"Y/N," You let go of Chan, turning around to see Felix.

This is the first time you've seen him in real life.

Well, minus the one convention you went to that he attended, but that was different.

Up close, he was even more beautiful, eyes bright and a soft smile. He looked like he just woke up, hair disheveled and still in pajama pants. Like he rushed out as soon as he could, not caring about anything else but your safety and comfort.

"Y/N," He was closer now, he smelled like freshly baked brownies. Something about the way he looked at you and opened his arms with no hesitation, inviting you for a hug, made something in you ache. You fell into his arms easily. It was like you were always meant to be there.

You clutch onto the back of his sweater, trying hard not to let fresh tears fall, but his warmth and the way he caresses your back and cradles your head makes it impossible to keep in all the emotion. He pulled back, the hand that was cradling your head now resting on your cheek, wiping away your tears. No one had ever looked at you so softly.

The two of you made your way to his car, waving goodbye to Chan. Once you got in, you closed your eyes, feeling drained. Today had been one of the most emotionally taxing days of your life. Felix got in shortly after, stopping briefly to talk to Chan first. You smiled when they hugged goodbye.

"Alright... no one should be home when we get back. I told them to clear out so you had room to relax," Felix said, starting up the car.

"Oh," You said, voice going up in surprise. "I figured you'd take me back to mine."

"I-" He blushed hard. "If you're more comfortable with that I can! But I just figured my place is closer and you'd be tired and maybe we could watch your favourite movie or show so you could take your mind off things..." You smiled at his rambling, biting your bottom lip to contain a laugh. "And I got strawberry ice cream so we could make milkshakes to go with the brownies I made for you-"

"Wait," You put a hand up. "You made them for me? Like... specifically? And went out of your way to get my favourite ice cream? You're gonna make me cry again!"

The two of you laughed, Felix looking away from you shyly. As you pulled away from the hotel, you head fell to the side, eyes begging to close again. You were about to let yourself drift to sleep when something- no, someone- caught your eye.

notes ☆ secret things with han and chan revealed!!!!! will y/n finally get some well deserved rest? sounds like it!! and as always, thank you all for your love for this fic, i appreciate it greatly. i always look forward to what u guys are saying in the tags and replies, hehe

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spookypete-94 · 1 year ago

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Friday Ice Cream

wanted to write something a little sweet for simon, slight spoiler for MW3- but nothing directly. Think this is going to be something I turn into a series and will have an actual name eventually.

It had been a tradition for you to end your week with chocolate ice cream from your favorite parlor in Manchester since you were small. In fact, you had been doing it since the time of leaving primary school and taking your neighbor friend Simon with you when he didn't want to go home.

The chocolate comforted you both - it being yours and his favorite. Life hadn't exactly been kind to you both. Your father had left your mother when you were young, and Simon's father was a terror. Many times, you had wished that his father would have left like yours did. Sure, it made things hard on your mother, but you never lived in fear like Simon did... Often standing in line, you couldn't help but think of him. He stood by your side in this line every Friday, you buying him ice cream with money given to you by your mother, and it was always the same. Your mother always made sure she treated you this way, no matter how difficult money was - sometimes it came down you buying one and sharing with Simon. But you always made him feel included. It was important to you.

At the ripe age of 17, he stopped attending with you. You hearing that he joined the military young made your heartache that he just seemed to up and disappear. Gone without a trace.

But him standing next to you in this line every Friday, you understood why. His life was hard, but you just had wished he would have said goodbye.

Moving up the line little by little, you fiddled with the hem of your shirt glancing around out the windows periodically. At the front of the line, you didn't even get to recite your normal weekly order... it was already slid to you across the counter from the cashier. Chocolate with drizzle, small brownie crumbles on it. Seeing your confused face, the cashier answered your unsaid question, "A man that was in front of you about 3 orders paid for yours."

Surely not... "Did he say who he was?"

"No ma'am, just got the same thing you did."

"Thanks," you said, rushing yourself to try to catch him. You weren't paying attention to your surroundings earlier. He was always bigger than you in youth, but other than that, you'd have had no idea what he looked like. Bursting through the door, you looked left and right- but you saw no abnormally large man. He left you once more, making your heart sad.

Next Friday, you paid better attention. Sure enough, there was a large man about 4 people in front of you. But by some act of God, you weren't quick enough to get to him in time. People in the way, workers in and out of the line. It's never this busy in here. it's like the world knew your task and worked against it. Sure enough, walking past the front register, your ice cream was pushed to you, paid for once more. Sighing and feeling defeated, you ate your ice cream on your walk home. Already deciding a plan, next week was going to be different.

On the 3rd Friday, you sat outside of the parlor at a table early, ice cream already bought for the two of you. Staying vigilant, your head turning back and forth to look for him. At last, a large man walked past you, a shadow casted over you. Your heart stopped knowing at the bottom of it, that this was him. Standing up, you gently caught his elbow, making him stop. "Simon?" Maybe it was his size, maybe it was the fact that you hadn't seen him ten plus years, maybe it was the look in his eye when he turned to you or the fact his face was covered with a mask leaving you unable to read anything about him.

"Simon?" you repeated.

"It's me," he finally answered. You let go of his arm. Handing him the ice cream you got for him, pulling out the chair.

"Would you sit with me?"

It was almost comical in away, he dwarfed the small chair. It was quiet at first. You could see his broken eyes staring at the ice cream. Your much smaller hand reaching for his.

"Hey.." you said quietly, making him look up at you. "I'm here, you alright?"

"Lost a..." he seemed to struggle to find the word, his brow squeezing together. Gripping his hand just a little closer, "A brother recently..." Your thumb stroked over the back of his hand. "And it made me think of you, I don't have many friends... I wondered how you were if you were still around."

"Still here, I didn't get very far, I'm sorry, Simon. I wish you didn't have to deal with that..." He didn't say anything, and you didn't want to pry.

"How have you been?" His voice finally echoed to you.

"Just the same old. My mom passed about 3 years ago, and it's been just me now. Still make time for ice cream, though."

"Sorry bout your mom," his umber coals locked with yours. "Ice cream is how I found you." His voice is low and raspy, seeming a bit lighter now.

"Clever, I'll give you that. Think I'm gonna change up my routine, some seeming as I'm so easy to figure out."

"You should," he said dryly, making you chuckle.

Looking down at your ice cream, you noticed it started to melt over the containers.

"You want to get out of here? You can tell me about your friend somewhere in private?"

"Yeah," he muttered, standing up from the seat.

"Missed you, wished you would have said goodbye or how to stay in contact.." You blurted, unable to contain the hurt you've felt over this decade.

"I couldn't bring myself to say goodbye, but after losing someone special out there- I knew what I did to you wasn't right."

Tired of making him feel even worse, you tried to joke. You knew this was a serious matter to him, but joking was how the two of you coped as kids through all the dark things you both encountered.

"You got so huge too. What the hell are they feeding you over seas?"

"Not chocolate, maybe why you are so small in comparison."

"Still a funny guy, at least," you said, running your shoulder into his arm. You could hear the snort of air that he always made when he smiled as a kid.

That's how it felt to you, at least, being a kid walking next to someone you grew up with. Like somehow, you've traveled back in time. There next to you was that same sweet boy dealt a difficult hand. He was and will be someone you confided in when things were going wrong or hard. He felt the same. He always had you. Maybe that's what tied you both together and why he felt bad about leaving you behind with no word. He's here now, and he is going to make up for lost time.

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mamaestapa · 2 years ago

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Oh the Guilt

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

• series summary: Y/N Y/L/N moved to Cincinnati, Ohio for a new start. Move in day arrives and she discovers something terrible...the apartment complex gave her the wrong lease. Instead of living with who she originally was supposed to, she's now living with the hottest quarterback in the NFL, Joe Burrow. Y/N is stuck living in the same apartment with him for a year...which the two are not thrilled about. However, as time goes on, they realize that maybe this wasn't the worst thing that could happen to them. Will Y/N and Joe stay enemies, or will they find themselves falling in love?

•chapter summary: You come home from your date with Evan feeling guilty and Joe, well, Joe makes a mistake and doesn’t know what he’s feeling

•word count: 3.0k

•warnings: slight angst, language, mentions of sex, foreplay (no actual smut yet lol)

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November 4-7, 2022

You glanced at your watch for what seemed like the third time in the last fifteen minutes. This date with Evan wasn't going how you expected it to—at all.

The night started off extremely well. Evan picked you up outside the apartment after you went up to grab your shoes. He offered to pick you up from the apartment itself, but you declined the offer. You didn't want to make things awkward for him or Joe.

After he picked you up you headed to downtown Cincinnati, where you went to dinner at that brewery Macee and Emma had told you about. The food and beer were delicious and you and Evan were having fun together.

However, something just felt...off.

You and Evan both were a little awkward with each other at first, but once you got to the brewery and started to talk to one another, the awkwardness between the two of you got much better. That all changed once you left the brewery though.

You started to walk through the streets downtown when Evans hand brushed against yours. He went to reach for your hand, but you pulled it away to point at a shop before he could lace his fingers with yours. Then, you tried to reach for his hand as you both walked out of a jewelry store, but you hesitated and felt like you shouldn't grab it.

You and Evan are ending the night with ice cream. Which you think is always a great way to end a date since ice cream is your favorite. You got salted caramel brownie in a waffle bowl and Evan got peanut butter oreo in a waffle bowl. (a/n: those are my two favorite flavors at my local ice cream shop tehe)

The two of you ate your ice cream, enjoying each others company and the calmness of the little parlor, despite the commotion of the crowds outside. As you took a bite of your ice cream, Evan was watching you with a soft smile. He held his free hand out on the table, reaching for yours. You returned the smile and put your hand in his. He wet his lips and took a deep breath.

"Y/n," he smiled and squeezed your hand before he continued, "I want to start off by saying...I think you are an amazing and beautiful woman."

You already can tell where this is going.

He sighed, "But let's be honest. We both know this date isn't going how we thought it would."

You nodded along as he spoke. It's true, this date did not go the way you expected it to.

You pushed your ice cream to the side and gave him your full attention. You grabbed his other hand and squeezed it gently just like he did to yours.

"I know." you smiled softly, "Evan, you are one of the sweetest guys I've met, seriously."

Evan blushed, smiling sheepishly at your words.

"I try," he said with a shrug. Both of you chuckled. You gave him another soft smile before you spoke again.

"But this date seriously didn't go the way we thought it would."

He shook his head, "I-," he hesitated, seeming like he didn't want to complete his thought. He cleared his throat before continuing, "I don't want to upset any body, and tonight just didn't feel right. So, I think it's best if you and I just stay...friends?"

You smiled and nodded, "I think so too."

You’re a little disappointed things didn't work out with Evan. He truly is a great guy and you wish things could have worked out better, but, being with him just doesn't feel right for you. You just felt so guilty throughout the whole date, and you think it's because of that argument you had with Joe. He seemed genuinely sorry when you stopped by the apartment to grab your shoes. You hope he's not upset with you for not saying much to him.

You do forgive Joe. You feel he has every right to be upset with you for going out with his teammate after you swore you wouldn't. Plus, you can’t stay mad at him over some petty argument. It would just make things miserable for both of you, just like it was when you first moved in.

But You and Joe are past that stage of not getting along. You consider him to be somewhat one of your friends now and not just the roommate who you’re stuck with until next August.

A weight felt like it was lifted off of your shoulders as You and Evan finished up your ice cream without any awkwardness like there was earlier.

Both of you felt happy with the decision the two of you made about your relationship. It's best if you just stay friends.

Evan drove you back to the apartment complex, thanking you for a fun night before you said your goodbyes. You walked up the flight of stairs to your apartment. You glanced at your watch and saw that it was almost midnight, so chances are Joe was probably asleep. You got your key out and tried your best to stay quiet as you unlocked the door and walked into the apartment. Most of the lights were turned off except for the kitchen lights. You took your heels off and walked further into the apartment. The Tv was still on, but the volume was turned down low. You stopped in your tracks when you saw How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days playing on the screen.

That's your favorite movie.

You were a little confused as to why Joe was watching How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days, but you didn't think much of it and just assumed it started automatically playing after another movie was finished. You peered over the couch and saw Joe sound asleep, sprawled out with his head laying on his arm that was draped over the side of the couch. There was an assortment of uneaten candy laying on the coffee table—except for the peanut butter cups. Those were completely gone, with one of the wrappers laying on Joes stomach. You smiled softly and picked up the wrapper, careful not to wake him up.

You walked into the kitchen and threw the wrapper away. You decided to grab something to drink from the fridge before you got ready for bed. Upon opening the fridge you found a big brown paper bag in the middle shelf that was full of food. You were curious to see what was in there, so you pulled the bag from the fridge and set it on the counter. As you went to grab one of the boxes from the bag, you felt a piece of paper on top. You pulled the container out, seeing a small piece of note paper with handwriting on it taped to the top. You furrowed your brow in confusion and took the note off, deciding to read it.

Y/n,

I'm sorry about earlier. I was in the wrong and I shouldn't have reacted the way that I did. I want you to be happy, so if being with Evan is what makes you happy, then so be it. I hope you can forgive me...maybe this will make accepting my apology a bit easier ;)

P.S. check the back of this note too.

- Joe

You turned the note around and saw more handwriting.

Movie night? I heard How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days is pretty good...

Your heart dropped to your stomach. You were overcome with a feeling of guilt as you read the note.

Joe wasn't having a movie night with Ja'Marr...he was hoping to have a movie night with you as a way to apologize for earlier.

You set the note down on the counter, covering your hand with your mouth as a look of guilt took over your face.

Im such a terrible person. You thought. If I would have just stayed for a few more minutes and didn't go on that date with Evan, I wouldn't feel this guilty. I thought to myself. You pulled the containers out of the bag, feeling even more guilty as you looked at the contents.

Bar food. Your favorite takeout.

Joe bought your favorite takeout for you and you didn't even get to enjoy it with him.

He did all of this for me as a way to apologize and instead I went on a stupid date.

You feel awful.

You let out a heavy sigh and put the boxes back into the bag, careful not to make too much noise. It didn't matter though because as you were putting the bag into the fridge, Joe had walked into the kitchen.

"Hey."

You jumped at the sound of his voice. You shut the fridge and turned around, smiling softly at him.

"Hey Joe."

He rubbed his tired eyes, pulling his hands away and crossing his arms over his muscular chest. He chuckled softly as his lips pulled up into a slight smirk.

"I see you found my apology."

You frowned, guilt written all over your face. You didn't even know where to start.

"Joe, I am so sorry."

"For what?"

"For going on that date. If I would have known you planned all of this, I," you shook your head, "I would have never gone." you said, your voice just above a whisper as you finished speaking.

Joe shook his head, a soft smile on his face as he replied, "Don't worry about it, Y/n. I just wanted to do something nice for you to show how sorry I am. But you already had plans, there's no reason for you to apologize for that."

You frowned, unsure of what to say. Oh the guilt...

"Y/n," Joe said your name softly, causing you to look up at him, "it's not a big deal, okay? I promise."

You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, chewing on the plump red stained skin as you nodded slowly. You let out a sigh and looked into Joe's soft blue eyes.

"I forgive you, you know?"

He smiled, "Good, I'm glad. Because I was a complete dick and I shouldn't have reacted that way over you and Evan. The two of you seem really happy together."

"About that..." you trailed off, trying to think of what to say. Joe cocked his head to the side slightly, waiting to hear what you had to say.

"I had fun tonight, but he and I decided we're better off as friends."

Joe stood up a bit straighter, his eyes widening slightly, "Oh, really?"

You nodded, "Yeah. Something just didn't feel," you sighed, unsure of what to say, "I don't know. Didn't feel right."

Joe frowned, "I'm sorry."

You shrugged, "It's okay. I'm glad to still have him as a friend." you put your hands on your hips and smirked, deciding to tease Joe, "I bet you're relieved though."

"W-what?" He laughed, a nervous smile making its way onto his face. He was worried Evan said something about that conversation in the group chat from a couple weeks ago.

"That I'm not screwing around with one of your teammates."

He chuckled, "Oh, yeah. I'm so relieved." Both of you laughed.

You looked at the clock on the stove, seeing that it was passed midnight. You let out a yawn and turned back to Joe, seeing him lean against the counter and throw his head back as his eyes were closed.

"I'm sorry again, about tonight." you said quietly, rubbing your arm as you spoke.

Joe opened his eyes and smiled softly, "Y/n, stop apologizing, please. It was nothing. I just wanted to show you how sorry I was for earlier."

You nodded in response. You did appreciate his kind gesture, and you definitely do accept his apology.

Joe yawned and stretched his arms as he said, "Well I'm going to head to bed."

"Me too."

He smiled, "G'night Y/n."

"Night Joe." you said softly as he walked out of the kitchen and to his bedroom. You sighed and looked out into the living room, seeing the Tv was still playing How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. You stepped out of the kitchen and looked down the hall, calling out for Joe before he went into his room for the night. He stopped by his door, turning around and leaning against the frame as he looked at you.

"Maybe tomorrow night we could heat up takeout and watch the movie?"

Joe smiled, "Sounds good to me, sweets." He walked into his room and shut the door behind him.

Your breath hitched at the name. Sweets. That's what Joe has been calling you since the first day you met. You think he started saying it as a way to flirt with you, but of course he's not doing that anymore. The name has just stuck.

You smiled to yourself as you stood alone in the hallway.

Tonight was very bittersweet. You are a little disappointed with how your date with Evan went, but you’re also so glad you and Joe were able to move past the argument you had earlier.

Shortly after Joe went to bed, you did the same. You needed a good nights sleep after the long day you had today.

You don't know how your day will go tomorrow, but you do know at least your night in with Joe tomorrow night will be much more enjoyable than your day was today.

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Joe's pov:

*a couple days later*

I pushed Jessica and I into the apartment, her hands going up to my hair and pulling at the loose strands of my dark blonde hair as we made out. I put one of my hands on her ass, gripping it which made her moan.

"Oh Joe," She pulled away and wet her lips as she looked up at me and pleaded desperately, "Please."

I brought her into my bedroom, closing the door behind me and pulling my shirt off with one swift motion. She pulled her black mini skirt off and threw it to the side. She crossed her arms and took off the leopard print crop top she was wearing, leaving her in nothing but a lace thong and strapless bralette. I gently pushed her down onto the bed and began to kiss down her body. Goosebumps appearing on her soft skin as my lips made contact with her collarbone. Her long manicured nails scratched down my back as I bit at her skin.

"Wait," Jessica breathed out. I pulled back from her, looking down at her sprawled out body.

"Let me take care of you..." she whispered sultrily. Suddenly I was flipped onto my back and Jessica was now the one that was trailing kisses along my body. I closed my eyes and sucked in a breath as she kissed along my neck and chest. Her hair tickling my skin as she moved her way down my body. She licked a stripe down my abdomen, swirling her tongue over my belly button before sucking at the skin of my v-line. I opened my eyes and looked down at her, taking in her features.

That Y/h/c hair...

Those pretty Y/e/c eyes...

Those pink lips and that sweet smile...

Oh and those soft hands...

"Oh Y/n." I moaned out blissfully.

Oh god. My eyes widened as I realized what I had just said.

Jessica's movements stopped and she snapped her head up to look at me.

"Who the hell is Y/n?"

Nice going Joe...

"I'm sorry, I-."

Jessica scoffed and stood up from the bed. I stood up too, trying to stop her and explain myself but it was too late. She grabbed her clothes from the floor, quickly putting them on her body and leaving the apartment without saying another word.

I sat down on my bed in disbelief. I cant believe I just did that! Why the hell was I thinking about Y/n!? I rubbed my hands down my face and let out a loud sigh.

To be completely honest...

All I could think about during my date with Jessica was Y/n.

Y/n has been on my mind a lot lately and I truly don't know why. I'll admit, I was a little jealous when she had a little fling going on with Evan. This sounds awful, but I was even a bit happy when she told me that they decided to just be friends.

But I thought it was normal for me to feel like that.

Any guy would be jealous that their roommate who happens to be a girl is going out with one of their best friends, right?

I laid down on my bed and sighed once again. So many thoughts were going through my mind. But they all ended up leading to the same thing, well, person: Y/n.

I truly don't know what it is that I'm feeling about her, and I certainly don't know what to do. Help a guy out here!

Hell, Maybe the guys will be able to help me figure my feelings out...

They'll definitely know how to help, right?

hey loves!!

i apologize that this wasn't out sooner. i originally planned for it to be up on wednesday, but i've been so busy on spring break that i haven't had much time to write. hopefully you understand that :) thank you so much for your patience though!

also, this chapter was a little all over the place (much like all the other chapters are lol) but i hope you still enjoyed it!

i know i say this a lot, but it really means so much i me. thank you SO much for all of your love and support for this series!! it makes me so happy seeing everyone excited for more updates! with that being said, i'll have more updates coming soon ;)

hope you are all doing well!!🤍

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adminbryantsaki · 2 years ago

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Inflation (pre pregnancy)

eaturing Naga! Luna! Hizashi Yamada x Werewolf! Alpha! Shouta Aizawa.

(I don’t own Hizashi Yamada/ Present Mic or Shouta Aizawa/ Eraserhead. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices, or brew of coffee, Move on Reader discretion is advised. This is Day one of nine of my first year of Mayternity. I hope you enjoy.)

If you all don’t know what a Luna is, here is what it is in a nutshell for those new to my blog or those that need a reminder: A Luna is an Alpha with both sets of genitals (A penis and a uterus) and this specific Dynamic can get pregnant and impregnate others at the same time. A Luna is also more submissive when in a relationship with an Alpha.

TW: Mpreg, egg pregnancy, water inflation, Cum inflation, ABO dynamics, Smut scene, Pregnancy kink, Egg inflation, hand job, blowjob, overall gay sex.

WC: 2,328

Hizashi was walking around his home, doing some daily chores when he felt something drop into his lower stomach. He cursed under his breath and went into the master bedroom where his nest was. He slid into it and laid there for a few minutes as he felt more of what he knew now was eggs dropping down into his uterus. He grabbed the plug-in electric heating pad and transformed into his Naga form, coiling around the heating device to try and soothe some of his pains he got when he was ovulating. He grabbed his phone and texted his mate to bring home some of his favorite caramel brownie ice cream since that is what he was craving. He then set his phone aside and curled up under the old, faded yellow sleeping bag that he stole from being thrown in the trash when Aizawa received a new one from him the previous Christmas and took a nap. He woke up when Shouta came through the door with a plastic bag in hand containing a pint of the requested ice cream and a spoon. He set them at the entrance of the nest and watched as they were quickly snatched up and pulled into the depths of the blanket tent that simulated a cave. He chuckled and peeked inside to see his mate coiled up around the heating pad and already devouring the sweet treat. He looked in his direction and slithered to the entrance of the cave.

“You feeling better now?” Shouta asked.

“I will be once you get in here to hold me.” Hizashi spoke and went back to eating his ice cream.

“I’m going to go shower and get changed. I don’t think you want my sweaty self in your nest after patrolling.” He spoke. Hizashi hissed from within and Shouta went to go shower, coming back a few minutes later wearing t-shirt and sweatpants. He knelt to the entrance of the cave and peek inside.

“Can I come in?” He asked. Hizashi nodded and let him come into his nest. Once inside, Shouta was wrapped up in his partner’s coils with his upper torso on his own.

“Someone missed me, huh?” He asked. Hizashi nodded and cuddled into his partner as a few more eggs dropped down into his womb, causing his stomach to swell out more and a whimper to escape from his lips. Shouta noticed this and put a hand gently on his mate’s swollen stomach and sighed.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked.

“Since this afternoon. It hurts and I don’t know if I can hold many more.”

“I’m not taking them again. Not since last time. Laying those suckers were a literal pain in my ass.” Shouta spoke in a tone that told the other that was serious and not amused.

“Fine. I’ll try to hold them. Hopefully I can get some days off from work. There’s no way I can move easily with the eggs in me.” He spoke.

“I don’t know if Nezu will let you have days off. It’s the final exams week.” He spoke.

“Well, I believe you can do it. Besides, We were talking about trying again for babies, right? Let’s try this time.” He spoke and kissed him gently.

“Alright. Let’s try for a baby, but after Finals week. That’s enough stress as it is.” He spoke and kissed him back.

“Sounds good.”

Throughout the next week of finals, Hizashi’s stomach only got bigger. He had to take more breaks when walking throughout the halls of the school and had more back pains too.

Soon he was called into the principal’s office where he sat down in the chair across from Nezu.

“Oh my, what I’ve heard has been true then. Mr. Yamada, It has been brought to my attention that you should be excused from being in the final exam this year. I understand that you and Mr. Aizawa have been trying for a baby this time and I understand about the process you do to have a child. What I am saying is that you should take the rest of the week off and go home to rest. Another teacher will take your place in the final exams this week.” Nezu told him.

“Thank you. I’ll enjoy the rest.” He spoke and stood up slowly, walking back to the office to gather up his things and head home. On the way home, he stopped by the local convenience store to pick up some soda and water to drink when he got home. He was tired of how tight and itchy his stomach had gotten over the past few days and he wanted to fix that by inflating himself with the liquids he bought. He was moody and irritable with the size his stomach had grown to. It looked like he had swallowed a cantaloupe whole. He had to break out his larger hero outfit he requested the first time he let his clutch develop in him since his normal one couldn’t zip up after the first day after he let them grow inside of him.

He kicked his boots off and laid out on the couch to let his back finally rest after a long day on his feet. He knew that Shouta wouldn’t be home until later that night so he turned the TV on and moved to changed into a t-shirt and into his naga form. When he was in his Naga form, his appetite and capacity was always increased. He slithered into the kitchen and grabbed the bag of two 2-liter sodas he bought along with the gallon of water and went over to the couch and coiled up on the couch, beginning his inflation session.

He was about halfway into the first 2-liter bottle before he stopped and rubbed his stomach as it was so stretched out by the good half-dozen eggs that had him bloated and uncomfortable.

He received a text from Shouta a couple hours after he had been sent home.

“Hey, you okay? Nezu told me what happened. Can I get you anything?” He texted.

“I want you to bring me some more water. I’m trying to inflate to get room for the eggs. They’re huge and making me uncomfortable. Food might be good too.” He texted back.

“Alright. I’ll bring some food and water later. Just take it easy, okay? I love you.” He responded.

A few hours later, Hizashi’s head turned when the front door opened and his partner walked through.

“Hizashi, I’m home!” He called out and slipped his boots off and walked into the living room where he found Hizashi laid out on the couch looking bloated and uncomfortable. The naga looked up to his partner and reached out to him. Shouta walked closer and held him close.

“What’s going on?”

“I want these eggs out. I can’t walk far, I’m always hungry, my skin is tight and itchy, and I want you to either fertilize them tonight or let me lay them. Nezu had me go home because someone commented on how I looked in the school and was concerned about my well-being. Was it you that said something?” Hizashi asked as Shouta handed him a bag with take-out food.

“I did say something. I didn’t know how to tell you to go home and rest. Especially since we’re going to try for a baby this time.” Shouta spoke as he sat on the couch with Hizashi and put a hand on his swollen stomach. The voice hero nodded and ate the food his mate brought him and downed the rest of the soda he had bought earlier and burped to relieve some of the pressure that had built up in his stomach, receiving stomach rub from Shouta after he had groaned out in relief.

“Feeling better?” He asked. Hizashi nodded and leaned into his mate.

“I want the rest of the water… then… I want you to fertilize the eggs. I’m tired of carrying them around. My back hurts and I want to be pregnant with them already. They have developed enough and I think they will be healthy.” He explained. Shouta smirked and kissed his cheek.

“Then get chugging, my dear. If you’re good, I’ll fill you more with my seed.” He spoke and took the cap off the gallon jug he had brought home from after work and set it on top Hizashi’s large and round bump that resembled a large watermelon by now. The naga glared at him, but took the jug and began to chug the liquid within. He moaned quietly when he felt his stomach swell out with the liquid absorbing into the food he had eaten earlier. He kept chugging until he finished off the chug and gasped for air once he was done and looked over to Shouta who was blushing hard at the size of his partner’s stomach.

He met his eyes and stood up, reaching to help him up and move into the bedroom where he laid him down and kissed him deeply. Shouta stripped his clothes off and found the slit below his mate’s stomach that would give him entrance to Hizashi’s womb and his eggs he had been doing so well to hold for so long. Hizashi let out a moan when his sensitive slit was teased at and he willingly let it open for his partner. Once, Shouta was given access to his entrance, he slid his hard and throbbing member into him, filling the aching hole of his mate and the pair let out groans of relief simultaneously. Shouta looked down at his mate as he slid fully, up and around his knot, into him. Hizashi moaned out and looked up at Shouta.

“Please, get it over with sooner rather than later.” He begged of him. Shouta smirked and began to thrust.

“Anything to make you happy.” He spoke as he settled into a fast and easy pace, thrusting into his mate.

“I wonder how big you’ll get once you make it to term, I bet you won’t be able to move easily.” Shouta teased as he soon got stuck in him with his knot.

“Mmm, so full. Please give me your knot, Alpha.” Hizashi begged. Shouta kissed him gently and thrusted into him hard and released his knot into his mate. Hizashi arched his back and moaned out when he was filled with his mate’s cum and his womb swelled out a bit. Shouta thrusted a little longer and his hand found his mate’s cocks, he began to pump them too, making sure his mate was as pleasured and blissed out as he was.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me.” He cooed and stroked him, his precum leaking out of both of the heads. Shouta pulled slowly out of his mate and went down on him, licking up the cum and taking both of the heads into his mouth, sucking and rolling his tongue over the heads and shafts of his partner’s members. Hizashi let out a string of moans and noises of pleasure as Shouta sucked him off. He fought off the urge to buck his hips up into his mate’s mouth for as long as he could until he couldn’t resist any longer and bucked his hips up and came into Shouta’s mouth. Shouta growled lowly and held Hizashi’s hips down as he finished sucking him off and pulled off his cocks. He found a nearby towel from their nightstand and cleaned them both off.

“You did so good for me, Hizashi. Do you want to stay here or go take a bath?” He asked quietly.

“ Want to stay here. I don’t want to move.” He responded as his slit closed back up tightly so none of Shouta’s cum would leak out. Shouta nodded and crawled up the bed to lay next to his partner and rub soothing circles on his stomach. They both passed out soon after.

About two weeks later.

Hizashi was pacing back and forth within the bathroom. He was waiting for a result from a pregnancy test and he couldn’t be any more nervous. All the bloating and swelling from his ovulation cycle had gone down for the most part, he still had a little bit of a stomach from being stretched out but he was at least happy to fit back into his normal hero costume. Shouta was waiting on the other side of the bathroom, waiting for the results of the pregnancy test along with Hizashi. There was an audible beep from the bathroom and shuffling. There was silence for a little too long so Shouta knocked before entering.

“Everything okay?” He asked.

“Yeah. Everything is perfect… we’re going to be parents.” Hizashi spoke. and showed Shouta the pregnancy test which showed positive. Shouta teared up and hugged Hizashi.

“I’m so happy. I’m glad it worked this time.” He spoke and kissed Hizashi all over his face. “I’m happy too.” He spoke.

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