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staylovesmiley · 1 month ago

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stray kids everywhere all around the world

₊˚⊹ᰔ Pairing; Han Jisung x fem!reader

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Summary; a one shot about stay!reader unknowingly booking the same hotel as skz until a fateful trip for late night snacks has unexpected outcomes

₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ ₊˚⊹ᰔ Warnings; mild cursing, han is a chill guy, flirty Han??, in no way do I ever think something like this would be a reality but it’s fun to pretend yeah?? Also there are 7 ss total but some inner dialogue from reader in between so don’t just click on them to read as you’ll miss little bits in between

PT.II

You padded down the long hotel hallway on slipper-clad feet, the pant legs of your much too large fuzzy pajama pants dragging slightly along the carpeted floor where they were too long for your legs. As you made it to the location of the vending machines about halfway down from where your room was located, your fingers barely peeked out from the sleeves of the black slipknot hoodie you wore to tap at your lips while you looked over the selection in front of you. You barely knew anything about the band, in fact the hoodie wasn’t even yours but instead belonged to your friend. You just couldn’t help but snag it from their suitcase before heading out on your mission to retrieve snacks for yourself and your roommates as the way it was worn out perfectly and draped on you in such an oversized fashion was both comfortable and hid the fact that you had decided to go braless for your expected short trip down the hall. Your hair was still slightly damp from your shower just moments before when you had emerged from the bathroom to your friends deciding who would be the one to make the walk down to the vending machines for a late night snack. “I’ll go-“ you volunteered with a shrug before taking down everyone’s requests in the notes app on your phone.

Now you were stood in front of the machine, its fluorescent lighting reflecting back onto your bare face as you began selecting the items requested while cross-referencing the list you had been given. It wasn’t until you came to the time to make your own choice of refreshments that you paused. You could be so damn indecisive sometimes- going back and forth between the sweet options first knowing the same bout of indecisiveness would be repeated when you went to choose something salty as well as a drink from the vending machine to your left. A voice suddenly sounded to your right, causing you to jump and nearly drop your friend’s snacks you had cradled in the crook of your left arm. “If I were you I’d definitely go for the skittles. You look like you enjoy colorful things.” The voice was slightly accented and you turned to face the voice with wide eyes as it was one you would recognize anywhere.

Standing beside you, though slightly further out in the hall as you stood in the little alcove that housed the vending machines, stood Han Jisung of the very band you were in town to see. You noticed he was gesturing towards your bright pink zebra striped pajama bottoms with little flecks of rainbow colors scattered across. “Oh- um…yeah, I do-“ you stammered out causing him to chuckle a bit. “I just can never decide on anything- what if I get the skittles but then regret it and wish I had gotten Reese’s cups instead? Or like- what if I get a snickers but then later crave something fruity and don’t want it anymore and wish I had gotten something else?” The rapper shook his head, once again letting out a chuckle at your rambled explanation of your dilemma. “So get something chocolatey and something fruity? Then which ever you don’t eat you can save for later.” Your eyes widened once again. Oh- you hadn’t even thought of that. “Right- that’s a good idea! I guess I was overthinking things too much, huh?” You couldn’t help but let out an awkward laugh, quickly making a selection for both a Twix and the skittles before moving on to selecting a bag of plain potato chips just to play it safe. “Thanks Han-“ you said, not really meaning to let his name slip out as you would have rather taken it to the grave that you knew who he was for fear of making the idol uncomfortable he was sharing a hotel floor with fans unknowingly. “Oh, so you’re stay?” He said so nonchalantly, so casual you felt like the wind had been knocked out of you as you had been mentally preparing for accusations of you being a stalker to come from his mouth instead. “Y-Yeah…” you spoke hesitantly, clutching your snacks closer to your chest as you contemplated running away back to your room or continuing on with purchasing your drink. Jisung moved to stand in front of the machine you had previously occupied while you side stepped towards the other, the both of you now side to side as you stared at him dumbfounded while he himself now looked over the options for his own late night snack. “So I assume you’ll be at the show tomorrow night? Did you get good seats?” He was….making small talk? Gosh- your mouth felt dry as your brain worked so hard to formulate words you were sure smoke was coming out of your ears. “Um..yeah- I’ll be there. The seats are pretty good I think? In the hundreds so not super close to the stage but not too far either…isle seats so we can hopefully not get stuck in too much of a crowd when leaving-“ You weren’t sure why you were giving him such a detailed description of your seats but he smirked a bit, punching in a few buttons on the machine before waiting for his snacks to drop. “that’s cool! I think those seats are some times the best, honestly. I’ll have to convince the guys we should go up into the stands then so I can say hi.” Your thought eyes couldn’t possibly widen any more but sure enough they did when he said that. “Oh uh- you don’t have to go through the trouble! Really- it’ll be an amazing time just getting to see you all perform.” The rapper shook his head, moving over to swipe his own card on the drink machine before motioning for you to make a selection for yourself. “It’s not any trouble- uh..may I ask for your name?”

You paused a bit, staring at him in confusion before your brain finally processed his request. “Oh! Yeah um, my name is y/n..” The last part of your words were so soft from the shyness you were feeling that you were worried he wouldn’t be able to hear you. “That’s a lovely name, y/n. Please, it’s on me!” He gestured rather excitedly towards the drink machine clearly offering to pay for your drink after he had swiped his card earlier. In a slight panic your instinct was to decline and insist that it wasn’t necessary for him to do something so kind for a stranger but you couldn’t help the excitement beaming in his eyes guiding you to make a selection and let him pay for your beverage. “Oh um- thank you! That’s so kind of you-“

Quickly grabbing your drink from the machine, you shoved it in the front pocket of your hoodie along with some of the snacks and drinks for your friends that wouldn’t fit in your arms. “Don’t mention it, it’s my pleasure.” Han got a drink of his own before turning to face you with his back leaning against the cool glass of the machine just as you were about to head back to your room. “So uh- you can totally say no if you want, please don’t feel pressured because you’re a fan-“ His words completely stopped you in your tracks. oh god- what was he going to ask?? You felt your heart rate sky rocketing. “Hm?” You replied, turning back to him hesitantly. “Could I maybe get your number? Again- totally cool if you’re not comfortable with that! Just- you seem cool and I’d like to get to know you more…” You blinked a few times, confusion probably clear as day on your face before you nodded slowly. “Yeah- I mean…I don’t see why not? I’d think I should be the one worried about making you uncomfortable by having your number-“ you blurted out without thinking, head whipping up with wide eyes once more after it slipped from your lips. Jisung laughed a bit at it though, calming your nerves some as he took out his phone. “Yeah, probably. But sometimes being a little reckless pays off-“ He gave you a wink as he held the phone for you to enter your number with your free hand. With fingers trembling slightly, both from the nerves you were feeling and from the struggle it took trying to keep your hold on the mountain of snacks still held in your other arm, you entered your number before taking a step back and offering him a shy smile. “Um- thanks again for the drink? And the help with the snack decision-“ The idol grinned widely and nodded his head to you, glancing down at his phone to make sure the number was saved before waving to you while you began walking backwards away from him. “You’re welcome! Also, I’ll shoot you a text once I get back to my room so you have my number?” You nodded back to him, giving a small wave before turning and practically sprinting down the hall to your room. The girls were not going to believe this…

With your free hand you began knocking as quickly as you could at the door, your fist moving so repetitively that you almost knocked on your friend’s face when you hadn’t noticed that she had opened the door already. “Yikes y/n- you look like you’ve seen a ghost! There wasn’t some creep driving you trouble was there?!” Your friend, Samantha, balled her hands into fists at her sides as she attempted to push past you and supposedly defend your honor against whoever had put you so on edge. “No no no get in here and close the door! I have to tell you something-“ You took hold of her arm and pulled her back into the room, slamming the door behind you before making your way further into the room and unloading all the snacks you held onto the bed. Your other friend, Marianne, immediately hopped off the other bed in the room and dove for the snack pile to grab the ones she had requested. “Thank you~” She said with a sing-song tone as she began opening her pack of mini powdered donuts. “Okay what is it you have to tell me? You are literally shaking!” Samantha said as she sat on the bed you both would be sharing for the night and opened her bag of mini fudge stripe cookies. You took a deep breath, sitting on the corner of the bed facing them both. “Okay I’m gonna tell you but you have to promise you will stay calm and not tell anyone! This never leaves this room, got it?” Both girls nodded, eyes wide at your sudden seriousness. “Okay…Stray kids is staying at this hotel, on this floor, and I ran into Han while I was at the vending machine-“ For a moment the room was silent before Marianne’s face filled with dread. “Oh my god I think I’m gonna be sick- are you being for real right now?” You nodded so fast you thought your head was gonna snap off. “One hundred percent dead ass! He- oh my god he paid for my drink and asked me for my number!” Samantha scoffed, rolling her eyes a bit. “Okay you’ve gotta be kidding. It’s one thing to claim you ran into an idol but that was too far- your pranks won’t work on me that easily.” You whined, grabbing your chosen snacks and piling them in your lap before opening the bag of skittles. “I’m telling the truth! He even helped me decide what snacks to get-“ Marianne and Samantha both shared a look before the later rolled her eyes. “You read too much fanfiction, I swear…just eat your snacks so we can go to bed? We gotta be up early tomorrow.” You sighed, already having guessed they would think you were trying to mess with them. Just as you were settling beside Samantha with your back resting against the headboard so you could continue watching ghost adventures on the tv like you all had been the second you got settled into your room, your phone lit up with a text notification from an unknown number.

You were so nervous texting him, so unsure of what to say that you worried you were coming off too cold.

Oh no- the question you were secretly dreading that he would ask…

author’s note; I got this idea partially from two separate dreams I’ve had recently but also somewhat inspired by this prompt I got a while ago~ I know this left off on a cliffhanger so pls lmk if you guys would want a part two of what happens next at the concert (and maybe after~)

#stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #stray kids fanfic #skz x reader #skz fanfic #stray kids han #Han Jisung #han jisung x y/n #han jisung fake texts #han jisung x reader #han jisung oneshot #stray kids oneshot #skz oneshots #skz smau #stray kids smau #han jisung smau

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undiagnosedcruelty · 4 months ago

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Felix’s Cookies Have a Side Effect

Pairing: roommate!skz x GenderNeutral!reader

Genre: Crackfic

summary: Felix’s cookies were supposed to bring happiness—not turn you into a walking, talking aegyo machine.

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Content Warning: light cursing, crack humor, cursed levels of aegyo, food-based magic gone wrong, secondhand embarrassment, and the emotional trauma of eating unseasoned chicken.

Word Count: 2k

A/N: I WAS PHYSICALLY HURTING WHILE WRITING THE AEGYO PARTS, PLS DONT ATTACK ME FOR THE CRINGE💔💔💔

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EVERYTHING WRITTEN IS PURELY FICTION───NOTHING IS DIRECTLY RELATED TO REAL LIFE EVENTS.

You should have known better. You really should have.

The golden rule of living with eight chaotic men was simple: never consume anything without questioning its origins first. But when Felix presented you with a freshly baked cookie—eyes sparkling with excitement, dimples popping as he all but shoved the plate into your hands—you didn’t even hesitate.

Big mistake.

At first, everything seemed fine. The cookie was warm, gooey, and filled with just the right amount of chocolate chips. The moment it melted on your tongue, you understood why Felix had that smug, cat-who-caught-the-canary expression. The guy knew his baking could end wars.

But then.

It started as a tingle in your chest—subtle, almost pleasant. Then, a strange, fizzy bubbling sensation crawled up your throat, like soda pop had replaced your blood. Before you could even process the weirdness—

"Aegyo mode activated."

"Oppa~~~!" you whined, gripping Han’s hoodie sleeve with both hands, voice unnaturally high-pitched.

The entire room went silent.

Eight pairs of eyes locked onto you. Blinking. Processing.

Han, mid-bite into his own cookie, choked so violently he nearly fell off the couch. Changbin clutched his chest like he had been physically struck, eyes wide with sheer betrayal. Minho? Minho had already turned on his heel and was walking out of the room without a word.

"I—" you started, panic rising in your throat. But once again, the words that escaped your lips were not yours.

"Jisungieeee~~~," you cooed, latching onto his arm like a needy toddler. "I missed you sooooo much today! Did you miss me too~?"

A deep, horrified gasp left your mouth as your hands shot up to cover it.

The damage, however, was already done.

Han collapsed. Not in a dramatic way—no, literally, his knees buckled, and he hit the floor like a sack of potatoes, wheezing so hard he could barely breathe.

"NO—NO WAY," he gasped between bouts of laughter, clutching his stomach. "WHAT IS THIS? WHY IS THIS SO CURSED?"

Seungmin, who had been quietly scrolling through his phone a moment ago, tilted his head and observed you like some kind of foreign lab experiment. "...Are you feeling okay? Did Felix poison you?"

"I DIDN'T!" Felix wailed, his freckles scrunching up in distress. He bounced on his feet, looking wildly between you and Chan. "It was supposed to make them happy! I put extra sugar and—"

"YOU DID WHAT?!" Chan groaned, already dragging a hand down his face, his stress levels visibly skyrocketing. "Felix, what the hell did you put in them?"

Felix pouted, shuffling guiltily. "...Uhhh. Maybe a little enchanted vanilla extract?"

Chan narrowed his eyes, looking like he was seconds away from deleting existence itself. " Where exactly did you get enchanted vanilla extract!?"

Felix let out a nervous chuckle, avoiding eye contact. "Uh… I found this one magic shop online? The sketchy one next to the convenience store?"

Chan’s face blanked. "Felix. Please tell me you didn’t buy cooking ingredients from a store that also sells cursed objects and possibly hexed jewelry."

Felix winced. "... It was on sale?"

The room exploded into chaos.

”I THOUGHT IT WAS A SCAM OKAY AND I WANTED TO TRY IT!” Felix said on his defense, his hands shooting up in panic.

Hyunjin dropped to his knees, laughing so hard he had to clutch the couch for support. Jeongin had his phone out, already recording like a TMZ reporter documenting a celebrity scandal.

Minho, who had initially left, walked back in just to shake his head at you in pure, silent disappointment—before promptly turning around and leaving again.

Meanwhile, you were suffering.

Your body felt possessed. Every movement unnatural, exaggerated—your arms automatically folding into uwu poses like you had been forcibly programmed into a kawaii anime character. Every attempt to speak came out in a ridiculous, saccharine tone, as if you had become a walking, talking aegyo machine.

You clenched your fists, desperate to fight it. "Hyunjin, you—" Hyunjin raised a brow, intrigued.

"...You're sooooooo handsome and talented~~!"

A beat of silence.

"NOOOO!" you shrieked, slamming both hands over your mouth in horror.

Hyunjin’s eyes widened. His lips trembled. He backed away like you had just summoned an ancient evil. "I—I don't like this. Take it back."

Seungmin was crying with laughter, clutching Jeongin’s shoulder for support. "I've never seen something so cursed in my life."

"Felix," Chan exhaled, pressing his fingers into his temples like he was getting a migraine. "How long does this last?"

Felix chuckled nervously. "Ehhhh… maybe a few hours?"

"A FEW HOURS?!" You collapsed onto the couch, face buried in a throw pillow, your tiny, adorably furious hands gripping it for dear life.

Jeongin wiped a tear from his eye, still wheezing. "Wait—wait—so they're basically stuck in perma-aegyo mode?"

You lifted your head to glare at him. Or tried to. Unfortunately, your body decided to puff your cheeks out like an angry hamster instead.

Jisung lost it all over again, doubling over with laughter.

"I’m gonna die," Changbin choked, wiping at his eyes. "This is the best day of my life."

Felix, now feeling at least a little guilty, reached over to pat your head. "At least you're super cute?"

Your soul screamed inside your body.

Chan sighed so deeply it sounded like he was giving up on life. "Alright, Felix, you and I are figuring out how to reverse this."

Felix nodded furiously. "Right!" Meanwhile, the rest of the members? They were thriving.

Seungmin had already started editing the footage Jeongin took, adding dramatic background music. Hyunjin sat in a corner, staring blankly at the ceiling like he had just witnessed a full-blown exorcism.

Jisung? He had opened up a notes app and was typing every cursed phrase you had said for future blackmail.

From the other room, Minho’s voice rang out: "If this isn't fixed by tomorrow, I’m moving out."

Your life was ruined. And all because you trusted Felix’s cookies.

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Chan was a man of solutions—not problems. So, after gathering all the members into the kitchen, he stood at the center with arms crossed, looking like an exhausted single father trying to discipline eight feral children. His jaw was tense, his brows knit together, and his fingers tapped impatiently against his bicep as he exhaled through his nose. "Okay. We need to fix this. Felix, what do we know about enchanted vanilla extract?"

Felix, who had been nervously shifting from foot to foot, rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Uh… it's supposed to enhance positive emotions? Like, amplify happiness. But I think maybe… I added too much?"

"No shit," Minho deadpanned, cradling a mug of black coffee like it was the only thing keeping him from spontaneous combustion. He took a long, slow sip, his eyes half-lidded with pure resignation. "This entire situation is proof that I need new roommates."

Changbin, ever the problem solver, raised a hand. "So, what if we make them eat something really bitter? Would that cancel it out?"

Jisung perked up, eyes lighting with mischief. "Oh! Like how people shock themselves out of hiccups! Maybe we just need to surprise them."

Hyunjin gasped dramatically, placing a delicate hand over his chest like an aristocrat in distress. "We should SCARE them! Like… like drop a fake spider on them or—"

"Absolutely not." Chan shot him down immediately, the dad-mode in full force.

"Wait, wait," Seungmin interrupted, eyes gleaming with something sinister. "I saw this thing online where if you eat raw garlic, it resets your taste buds. What if we force them to eat something super strong?"

Chan turned to Felix with an arched brow. "How do we feel about this?"

Felix winced, looking like a puppy that had just been scolded for chewing a shoe. "I mean… it could work…? But if the magic is emotion-based, we might need something even stronger than just bitter food…"

"Like pain," Minho said casually, not even looking up from his coffee.

Silence. Everyone slowly turned to look at Minho. He blinked. "What?"

"hyung," Jeongin whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. "You scare me."

Before you could protest, Seungmin struck like a viper, shoving a whole spoonful of wasabi into your mouth without warning.

Your soul left your body.

The moment the fiery paste hit your tongue, your entire existence was reduced to a single, unrelenting sensation: PAIN. Tears instantly welled up in your eyes as a molten inferno exploded across your taste buds, searing every last ounce of joy from your being. Your back arched like you had been struck by lightning, fingers twitching violently.

The room went still. Everyone leaned in, watching with bated breath.

And then—

"Omooo, it's so spicy~~~!" you wailed, hands flapping dramatically like a wind-up toy. "My tongue is burniiiiiing~~! Oppa, save me~~~!"

Jisung collapsed.

Hyunjin face-planted onto the floor, muffling his screams of laughter into the hardwood.

Chan just dragged a hand down his face, looking like he aged ten years in ten seconds.

"Felix," he sighed, voice drained of all life, "get back in the kitchen. We need a Plan B."

After the failed wasabi experiment, Chan had officially had enough. He stood at the counter, gripping its edge like it was the only thing tethering him to sanity. His shoulders rose and fell with deep, controlled breaths, the way one might prepare before dealing with absolute nonsense—which, unfortunately, was his life now.

"Okay," Chan started, voice firm, arms crossed. "Clearly, pain isn’t working."

"You don’t say," you grumbled. Or at least, you tried to. Instead, what came out was: "Aiyaaaa, I’m so tiiiiiiired~~~ Someone carry meee~~!"

Jisung had to physically hold himself up against the counter, face buried in his arms to muffle the wheezing sounds escaping him. Hyunjin, still recovering from the previous attack on his sanity, simply turned to face the wall, as if that would somehow shield him from the horror.

Seungmin, still recording, zoomed in on Chan’s soul leaving his body.

"Felix." Chan turned to him, voice dangerously calm. "We need a new plan. Now."

Felix winced. "Okay, okay! So if the enchanted vanilla is boosting emotions, we need to counteract it with something that suppresses them!"

Jeongin raised a brow. "Like what? Depression?"

Felix perked up. "Actually, yes!"

The room went silent. Minho blinked. "You want us to make them depressed?"

"Not like that!" Felix waved his hands. "Just… we need to feed them something that dampens emotions, kind of like a sedative."

Seungmin hummed, tapping his chin. "So… bland food?"

Felix nodded. "Exactly! If we give them something so dull that it cancels out the hyper emotions, maybe it’ll balance things out!"

Jisung perked up. "I have an idea."

Fifteen minutes later, the kitchen was filled with the scent of… absolutely nothing.

Felix, Chan, and Seungmin had prepared a dish so mind-numbingly boring that just looking at it made everyone feel empty inside.

Boiled chicken.

Plain white rice.

Unsalted, unseasoned, completely dry steamed broccoli.

Not a single grain of salt in sight.

Han looked at the plate in pure horror. "This is evil."

Changbin poked at the chicken with his fork. "It’s so… pale. It looks like it’s never known happiness."

Hyunjin leaned down and sniffed it. "I smell nothing. This is worse than death."

Meanwhile, you sat at the table, arms crossed, pouting aggressively. "Hmph! Why do I have to eat this yucky foooood~~? I want something yummy~~!" Jisung physically had to leave the room.

"Eat." Chan shoved a spoon into your hands.

You glared at him. Tried to. Your body betrayed you again, making your eyes go big and watery. "Oppaaaa, feed me~~!"

Chan slammed his hands on the table. "EAT THE DAMN CHICKEN."

With great difficulty, you took a bite. The moment the flavorless abyss of boiled chicken touched your tongue, something shifted. Your fingers twitched. Your uwu posture straightened. The bubbling sensation in your chest fizzled out.

The room held its breath.

You swallowed. Slowly, cautiously, you opened your mouth and said, "That was disgusting."

Silence.

Then—

"IT WORKED!" Felix cheered, throwing his arms in the air.

Hyunjin collapsed onto the floor, hands covering his face. "Oh my god, it’s over."

Jisung was still laughing, but now in relief. "I was gonna have nightmares about that."

Chan exhaled the deepest sigh of his life. "Felix, never again."

Felix chuckled sheepishly. "No more enchanted ingredients. Got it."

Minho clapped a hand on your shoulder. "Let this be a lesson. Never trust Felix’s cookies."

You shuddered. "Never again."

Moral of the story: never accept food without questioning its existence.

#stray kids #skz #skz x reader #imagine #bang chan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #lee felix #kim seungmin #yang jeongin #crack fic

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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tbh imagine reader trying to get like a soda or a bag of chips or something from a vending machine and it gets stuck

she doesn't even try kicking or yelling at the machine or anything, js knocking and softly talking to it like "hello? please come out 💔🙏"

she's just tapping on the glass so delicately and manifesting that her food miraculously falls down so she can get it but obviously that doesn't work 😭

hotch js standing there and staring at her half assed attempts to get her food unstuck as he makes fun of her in his head

If you glanced up at the glass above you you'd catch Hotch's reflection in it, but you're much too focused on the silver ring that's stubbornly clinging to your potato chips mere inches from the dispenser of the vending machine. You've kneeled to look at it, as if your pleading gaze will convince it to let gravity take its course, but the ring refuses to release its grip.

"Please let go," You beg it, and Hotch has heard you use the same tone when speaking to children during cases. Sensitive subjects call for sensitive approaches, but Aaron thinks the machine needs a good jostle, not a tender croon.

"Hello?" You tap your pointer finger against the glass by the knuckle, nowhere near enough force behind it to free your snack, "Please, please come out."

Aaron can't watch anymore. He wants to bite his tongue until it bleeds, caught up by how endearing your endless care is, and how frustratingly futile your attempts are. He's not sure whether he needs to dent the vending machine with his shoe or buy you a family sized bag of the chips you're trying to persuade out of the machine. He settles for a calm mixture of both, stepping up behind you and clearing his throat to announce his presence.

You look up at him forlornly, "The machine ate my dollar. And my chips got stuck."

"Here," He offers, pulling a wrinkled bill out of his own wallet. You stay crouched, brows furrowed as he types in the code for your chips. When he prompts the machine to spit another bag out, yours and his fall at the same time, and you plunge your hand into the receptacle eagerly.

"Thank you!" You gush, springing to your feet and pushing his own bag of chips towards him, "Hotch, you're a lifesaver."

"You can have them," He shakes his head, trying to keep his smile from growing too bright as he chuckles, "You're more delicate than I would have been. I think I'd have tried kicking it."

"I'm wearing flats," You stick your foot out towards him, showcasing the thin-walled shoes that would surely collapse on your toes if you jammed them against the metal machine, "Plus I don't wanna kick it. It didn't mean to take my chips. Are you sure you don't want any?" You ask him, eyes shimmering slightly with worry, "They're really good, Hotch. You'd like them."

He doesn't want to take them away from you, but he finds that he can't quite say no to your reasoning; if you care about him enough to recommend one of your favorite snacks to him, who would he be to deny your care?

"I could go for a snack," He folds, plucking the shiny package from your hand, "You shouldn't eat at your desk, though."

Really, he hadn't been fishing for any sort of invitation. But when you beam at him, already backing away towards the elevator bay, and you ask, "Wanna take a walk with me, Hotch?" He finds he can't say no.

So, chips in hand and wallet one dollar lighter, Aaron's face curves into a warm smile, and he lets you lead the way into an elevator.

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clearexpertarcade · 9 months ago

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The Freshman Belly Chronicles

When Jason arrived on campus for his freshman year, he was ready for freedom—ready to leave behind the curfews, the rules, and his mom’s constant nagging to eat his greens. College was his playground now, and nothing could stop him. Or so he thought.

The first few weeks were a blur of late-night gaming marathons, spontaneous pizza orders, and vending machine binges. There was always something to do—an all-you-can-eat pancake night at the cafeteria, free donuts at the club fair, or “study breaks” with soda and chips. Jason kept promising himself that once midterms were over, he’d hit the gym. No rush. After all, what harm could a couple of cheat meals do?

But then came the morning that would change everything.

Jason stood in front of the dorm bathroom mirror, pulling his maroon T-shirt down over his belly. It didn’t quite fit the way it used to. He sucked in his stomach and held his breath. The shirt shrank back into shape—sort of—but the second he exhaled, his stomach popped back out, round and prominent. There it was. A perfect little beer belly, just peeking over the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Whoa,” Jason muttered, patting it experimentally, as if it belonged to someone else. His reflection jiggled back at him.

His roommate, Trevor, wandered in with a toothbrush dangling from his mouth. He caught sight of Jason’s struggle and burst out laughing. “Dude, you’ve got the ‘Freshman Fifteen’ belly already? It’s only October!”

Jason groaned. “It’s not that bad, right?”

Trevor walked over, poked Jason’s gut, and watched it wobble. “Nah, man, it’s worse. That’s a full-on Freshman Keg right there.”

Jason stared at the reflection in disbelief. How had this happened so fast? He had always been a lean kid—fast metabolism, never cared about portion sizes. But now his body was fighting back, and it looked like pizza and ramen were winning.

Over the next few days, things only got worse. It seemed like his belly had become the center of attention.

At the dining hall, the lunch lady smiled knowingly as she added a second scoop of mashed potatoes to his plate. “Growing boy needs his energy,” she winked.

In biology class, his friend Emily noticed how he absentmindedly rested his hand on his gut like an expectant father. “Aw, Jason,” she teased, “when’s the baby due?”

Even the guys on his dorm floor started calling him “Kegster” during their late-night hangouts, each new snack he devoured fueling the legend. Jason laughed along at first, but deep down, he knew he needed to make a change.

One night, as he lay on his bed scrolling through Instagram, he came across an old picture from high school. There he was, grinning at the beach, abs faintly visible, wearing swim trunks that now wouldn’t make it past his thighs. He sat up, his gut folding into two soft rolls.

“This... has got to stop,” Jason declared aloud, like the hero of a cheesy action movie.

He hatched a plan. No more midnight pizza orders. No more endless fountain sodas. He’d start small—just one salad a day. And maybe a jog. Okay, half a jog. He even downloaded a fitness app that reminded him to drink water. It was a slow start, but it was something.

The next morning, Jason put on the same maroon T-shirt that had betrayed him, expecting it to still cling tightly to his gut. But as he stared at his reflection in the mirror, he noticed something surprising.

It didn’t fit any better. If anything, it hugged his belly even tighter.

And strangely… he didn’t hate it.

Jason took a deep breath, let his gut relax, and gave it a proud pat. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing after all. College was about learning and growth—literally, in his case. He’d figure it out eventually.

But for now?

He smiled at his reflection.

“Guess I’ll be Kegster for a little while longer.”

And so, Jason embraced his freshman belly with a newfound confidence. He didn’t stop working on himself, but he also learned the most important lesson of all: College wasn’t just about studying—it was about finding yourself, even if that meant discovering the unexpected joys of elastic waistbands.

The end.

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kaliforniahigh · 19 days ago

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A (aftercare) | 🔞 SMUT 18+ only! | Thank you for the request 💜

Aftercare with Noah always shows how he knows you inside out. He knows what you need when you have a particularly rougher night in the bedroom. He knows what you need when things are romantic. And he knows what you need when you've been needy and craving him during the whole day.

The aftercare ritual consists in letting you rest for a few minutes in bed. At least until you can feel your legs - albeit sore - functioning again.

Even then, he makes the point of carrying you to the bathtub. He sits you on the toilet lid until he can get the water temperature just right, the way he knows you like. And the two of you spend the next 20 to 30 minutes just soaking together in the water.

Your back is pressed to his warm and sturdy front. And you drift on and off from sleep with the feeling of his rough - yet delicate - fingers dancing on your skin. Tracing absent and random pattern, and the eventual heart you can make out here and there.

After he dries you from head to toe, he takes some of your favorite moisturizer, rubs in between his palm to warm it up, and spreads it all over your shoulders and back.

He squeezes just the right amount. Just that little bit that has you wincing half from relief and half from a little pain.

One of his shirts and boxers are waiting for you, laid out on the bed when the two of you emerge from the bathroom.

He puts your head through the neckline, and you help him along the process with your arms through the sleeves.

"Stay here. I'll be back with something for us to eat, ok?", you nod in response and he gives you a kiss on the forehead.

Going down the stairs to the kitchen, he goes straight to the cabinet that holds everything he needs. He already knows you get hungry after sex. And he knows it's all junk food you want to eat right now.

So, he assembles an army of potato chips, chocolate, sour candy and soda. All set in a tray, he brings it back to the bedroom, and as soon as he enters, he can see you all comfy under the blanket, remote in hand and flipping through movies, trying to find the one.

Having sex with you is amazing. But this? He thinks this might be even better.

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pussyydestroyer · 3 months ago

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“First date”

Pairing: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

Summary: Tara and you work at a store in New York, having to restock some things on a weekend as punishment.

Warning: None. Y/n is just a little awkward and nervous around Sam, plus alcohol and all that stuff.

Word count: 6.3k

A/n: It's basically the story of Usnavi and Vanessa (played by Melissa Barrera) in In the heights but these are F!reader and Sam with some details changed and different from the musical so that Sam's character in Scream fits better 😋

I was inspired by The Club but wanted to expand it further to get to that part

“Stop being a jerk and come help me!” You shout as soon as you walk through the door with a large box in your hands, and you see Tara standing at the register doing absolutely nothing.

Completely bewildered, she raises her head and reluctantly puts her phone aside when she sees you giving her a withering, amused look. “Okay, okay. I’m coming.”

She gets up from where she was and walks with slow, unmotivated steps until she reaches you, walks around you, and enters the warehouse, where the other boxes are to refill the shelves with food.

“Thanks,” you say sarcastically with a knowing smile, only for her to shake her head mockingly in response, making you chuckle.

Tara and you are friends from college, you being the oldest by two years. You’ve both been working at a store for a couple of months, hoping to earn some money for yourselves.

One day, she showed you a post she found online about a small shop looking for staff. At first, you were skeptical of the place because of the reviews, but the next day they were both hired since the owner was desperate for workers.

The job was relatively easy; they just had to serve the few customers who showed up and restock the shelves and vending machines whenever the food ran out or expired.

They spent so much time together in college and at work that they got to the point where they became very close.

"Why are we doing this?" she exclaims tiredly as she carries a box to the other side of the room, even though she hasn't moved from her seat since the day began. "I mean, it's Saturday. We shouldn't be doing this."

Tara was right. Her contract had a set schedule that meant she didn't work weekends. But it was both of their punishments for doing so.

You laugh and roll your eyes as you pull some candy that had expired a few days ago off the shelf. "Maybe it's because someone was caught idling and eating the store's merchandise?"

A few days ago, both of them were literally lying on the counter watching some silly YouTube video since there hadn't been any customers for a couple of hours. So they decided to eat a snack or two to pass the time.

Only when you open a can of soda does the owner appear and see them not doing their homework and with empty wrappers in plain sight.

They make up terribly lame excuses so that in the end, he decides to check the cameras and discover that they haven't moved from their spot for about four hours.

With amusement and feigned annoyance, she tidies up the shelf across from yours. "Speak for yourself. I only ate one potato chip."

“Liar. You also had three wrappers of chocolates on the counter,” you exclaim, squinting at her expectantly through the small slits.

You feel her shifting in place as she giggles and continues tidying.

“It was exam week, okay? I was anxious about the results.” You roll your eyes and nod in mock understanding at her perfectly valid excuse. She laughs with you before adding, “And don’t act like a saint, you ate things from here too.”

You feign hurt, placing a hand on your chest, then speak more calmly. “And I totally accept the blame.”

You simply laugh, glancing at each other as you finish arranging the things on the shelf for when the door opens, ringing a small bell that signals when someone enters or leaves.

You peer at Tara through the cracks and tilt your head in a quick motion toward the counter.

"I know," she sighs before dropping what she was doing and heading behind the counter to wait for the woman who just entered to pay.

You smile sarcastically at her for a few moments before placing the last few treats.

You take a quick look around the store to check if anything else needed restocking until the completely empty refrigerator behind you catches your attention.

You pick up the box you just emptied and walk toward the storage area to get the drinks to restock.

You go back inside, humming a song with a carefree expression on your face, heading toward the previously empty refrigerator.

You turn slightly when the bell rings again, noticing Tara engrossed in her phone and the woman gone.

You smile to yourself before returning your attention to your task.

You wanted to get this done as soon as possible without distractions so you could enjoy your weekend. Even though you didn't have any plans, the best thing you could do was stay locked in your place watching TV shows until late.

The place fell silent for a few minutes, with only your low humming heard, until that small bell rang again.

The silence was instantly interrupted by murmurs of happiness in the distance.

You listened briefly to the conversation, wondering if all the happiness was due to the fact that it was a friend of Tara's, as you took out some energy drinks.

"Hey y/n, look who's here." Tara's enthusiastic voice pulled you out of your thoughts, but you continued on with your own business, never taking your eyes off the drinks.

“What’s up?” Crouching down, you gesture with your hand, oblivious to what was happening, thinking it might be Mindy, who regularly passed by.

You hear laughter from the other corner and a mock clearly coming from Tara.

You add a few cans to the fridge, ignoring her words and managing to hear footsteps coming toward you.

You hum again, your attention fixed on the fridge.

The cool air hitting your face was refreshing and satisfying in the sweltering heat.

You were so wrapped up in your thoughts, along with the task at hand, that it took you a good couple of seconds to realize someone was standing next to you.

You turned around calmly, but upon seeing the person next to you, your heart raced, taking all your strength not to drop the can from your hands.

The basic skills of any human being faded from your system. You hadn’t expected Sam to be in the store, much less standing in front of you. Her expression was calm and stern.

From the close range, you managed to capture her slightly messy hair and her skin glistening with sweat, assuming she'd just worked out or left the gym.

Still, that didn't take away from how beautiful she looked.

The time it took you to examine her seemed like an eternity, internally cursing yourself as you felt your face heat up and simultaneously praying that she wouldn't notice your slight blush.

From the moment Sam entered your life, you had a small crush on her.

Tara had talked to you about her a couple of times before, even shown you pictures, but nothing compared to the time Sam arrived to pick Tara up from college.

When you first saw her get out of her car, her hair blowing in the wind. Watching her like a kid yearning from afar for something in a toy store.

From then on, you knew your life wasn't going to be so easy with her on your mind.

There had been times before where you'd run into each other by chance or because your connection was through knowing Tara, but it never went beyond a friendly greeting with a few exchanges.

Sometimes it could be a little awkward because you got so nervous around her, and Tara seemed to pick up on the tension between you two from all the times she teased you about her sister.

"Hi" you finally managed, a goofy smile tugging at your lips.

"Hi" she reciprocated in a soft, cheerful voice. Everything around you stopped the instant your gazes met.

The glances and smiles lasted longer than you expected. Honestly, you didn't know what else to do after that.

Sam felt the same way, but her face didn't change to discomfort or embarrassment. However, she moved her hand forward toward you.

At first, you didn't know what she wanted to do since her movements were hesitant, until you realized Sam wanted a drink from the refrigerator.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry." Embarrassed, scratching the back of your neck, you took a step back, then bumped into the open refrigerator door.

A blush spread across your face, hating yourself for acting so awkwardly in front of her.

It was always the same. Every time you tried to impress a girl, you ended up acting completely different from your normal self. And Sam was no exception to your clumsiness.

She simply chuckled and waited for you to walk away so she could get an energy drink. “Thank you.”

Her voice sent a chill through your body, making your heart beat faster. “You’re welcome.”

The words came out in a stuttering whisper as you were once again mesmerized by her brown eyes.

The two of you remained in a slightly awkward silence. Neither of you dared to move away or say a word; you just stared at each other with a hint of something neither of you could decipher.

Tara, who had been watching this whole scene from afar with regret and shame etched on her face, decided to interrupt. “Hey, Sam.” She waited for Sam to turn around before she could continue. “Y/n wants to ask you out, did you know that?”

Your breath stopped at that same instant as you broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing Tara’s words.

Your head swiveled sharply to look at Tara, who was wearing a wicked smile.

It never crossed your mind that she would do something like this, but this definitely caught you off guard, causing you to freeze completely, along with your stomach tightening in your abdomen.

Tara smiles triumphantly at seeing you in this state, knowing she had you in her grasp.

“I-…” You tried to excuse yourself, to say anything, but Sam was quicker, turning to you again with an anxious expression and genuine happiness.

“Oh, really?”

“I…” You’d never been in a bind like this before. You didn’t know what to do or say to dont make her feel bad. “I mean-”

“Yeah. That's what we were talking about this morning, wasn't it, Y/N?” Tara interrupts again, making Sam's smile grow at her.

Every time Tara opens her mouth, you think she's going to save you from this predicament, but she only makes it worse and worse, turning you into a nervous, clumsy mess.

You stutter for a moment, looking from Sam to Tara repeatedly, as if that would get you out of this dilemma.

“Yup, well…” you stuttered longer than you meant to, unsure of what to say next until Sam interrupts you with moderate excitement.

“Where do you want to take me?” she says mischievously, her interest piquing further with each of Tara's words to help you with the mess she started.

“To the club a few blocks from the subway,” Tara adds playfully, mockingly, before looking at you and continuing. “She’s really eager to take you there. Really.”

Sam seems more and more convinced about the idea of going out with you, which makes you even more nervous when you see her expression. “I heard it’s a good place.”

“Yeah, it is,” you smile, scratching the back of your neck, desperately trying to say something more. “We can go this afternoon… if you want, of course.”

You bite the inside of your cheek for speaking too quickly, thinking you’ve ruined everything with the way Sam stares at you without any response.

Finally, she nods in approval, and a genuine smile appears on her face as she reaches for her phone in her pockets.

“Here. Here’s my number so we can clarify the details further.”

She extends her hand toward you, her phone number flashing on the screen.

At first, you stare at it in bewilderment, not understanding what she’s doing until your mind clicks.

“Oh, yes,” you fumble in your clothing pockets to find your phone. You take it out and quickly write down her phone number.

She laughs and waits for you to do so before putting her phone back in the same place she had it before.

"Nos vemos" she says in a low, mischievous voice, then turns and leaves, not before saying goodbye to her sister.

Your heart pounded loudly in your ears, feeling like you could faint at any moment.

Your mind replayed what had just happened, unable to truly believe that you had a date with Sam.

She was already gone, but you were still trying to come back to earth as you held onto the fridge.

Little by little, Tara's laughter crept back into your ears.

"Why the fuck did you do all that?" You spat out in embarrassment and annoyance as your senses returned to normal.

She was almost out of breath, tears in her eyes from the fit of laughter at the situation she'd gotten you into.

You turned around and banged your forehead against the glass door of the refrigerator, waiting for Tara to finish teasing you and for your blush to fade.

Finally, she stopped laughing and spoke breathlessly, "No. I saved you from making a complete fool of yourself in front of her. You're welcome."

She was partly right, but you weren't going to admit it after how stupid and useless you'd acted because of Tara and her interventions.

You tapped the glass

with your forehead repeatedly, trying to gather your racing, anxious thoughts. "What am I going to do now?"

"Go on a date with my sister, maybe?"

You groan softly as you tap it once more, then press your forehead against the cold glass, knowing full well that she finds your condition amusing. “Did you see how I just acted? I look like a complete idiot in front of her. I won't even last five minutes before I ruin everything.”

Tara's expression softens at hearing you speak about yourself like that. She wanted to continue teasing you, but she took pity this time. “Relax, everything will be okay, don't worry.”

She waited for your reaction to her gentle words, but seeing that you weren't reacting the way she wanted, she decided to add, “You have a point in your favor. She likes you.”

Your heart pounded again. You turned around quickly to see any hint of a joke or a lie in her expression, but all you could see was sincerity. “Really?”

She smiled at you, hearing your yearning and decided to continue encouraging you. “Of course. She wouldn't have agreed if she didn't.”

A little confidence returned to you, hoping everything that happened later would be perfect.

You took out your phone with a glimmer of hope in your eyes as you saw Sam's profile on the screen. “I'll try not to screw this up.”

Hours passed, and as if in the blink of an eye, you were standing on the subway, staring at your nervous expression through the reflection of the doors.

After closing up shop a few hours earlier, you texted Sam to arrange a time and place where the two of you would meet.

When Sam finally answered, clearing things up, you immediately changed into something more comfortable and casual, but not too elegant to distinguish the fact that you were going to a club.

Your reflection vanished in an instant when the doors opened, allowing you to get off the train.

You walked with a knot in your stomach as you wiped your sweaty hands on your clothes until you reached the meeting point where the two of you had decided to meet.

Not seeing her anywhere, you decided to wait for some sign of her.

You straightened your clothes over and over again, hoping to look good for her, only to look up and find her walking toward you.

She shakes her hand, and you can't help but watch her every move.

"Shall we go?" Her sweet voice hits you, bringing you back to reality when she's close enough to you.

You shake your head slightly with an almost shy smile, "Let's go."

The night was cool and refreshing, with a silence that at first felt a bit awkward as you walked side by side.

Their arms occasionally brushed against each other, making you even more nervous than you already were, until Sam broke the silence by asking a couple of questions.

You sighed in relief at no longer being burdened by your racing thoughts and readily answered her little interrogation.

Gradually, you became less nervous as you spent more time with her.

Walking and talking with Sam, letting go more and more, you realized that longing for her from afar was a complete and total waste of time.

She's so sweet and so funny that every time she made you laugh with little jokes, you blushed, admiring her beauty at the same time.

If you weren't so shy and dumb, you could have enjoyed this a long time ago.

They continued walking and chatting for a bit longer before loud music and flashy lights caught both of their attention.

Despite being a few steps away from the club, you couldn't stop paying attention to the lights Sam had told you about earlier during your walk here.

“Damn, this is nice…” You say with a hint of admiration as you look at the enormous place. “I really like what they've done with the lights.”

She laughs, rolling her eyes and gently nudging you, thinking you were making fun of her for previously exaggerating about the venue's extravagant lights.

The thick air of the place hits them along with the loud music as they barely step foot inside.

In one corner, there was a group of people gathered at the bar, and another group of people dancing on the dance floor to their own beat.

“You might be right, this music's tight.” You look at her with complicity and amusement, having to raise your voice so she could hear you over all the noise.

You follow Sam through the crowd to explore the place a bit, watching her laugh again, making your heart beat faster. “I told you!”

None of them had been here before. You could say Sam knew the place better than you did, based on the experiences her friends told her.

You followed Sam, who walked deeper into the place, piquing both of your interest and curiosity with every step you took.

The fact that you hadn't said anything in a while, along with the music pounding your eardrums, made you feel even more nervous and restless.

You didn't want to ruin a beautiful evening that was starting off really well.

You felt the urge to say something, anything to calm down a little.

"Did I mention that you look great tonight?"

Sam stops and turns slightly, noticing a smile from something you couldn't quite understand on her face.

Their eyes meet, causing you to scratch the back of your neck and continue speaking quickly. "Because you do, you really—"

"Hey, relax," she interrupts, gently taking your hand in hers, noticing that you're back to being as nervous as you were at the beginning.

Behind all the noise, you managed to hear the softness of her voice, as if it were just the two of you in the vast space.

You sighed with relief, feeling calmer with the comfort of her words. “Yeah, alright.” She smiled at you, squeezing your hand once more before letting go. “I’m relaxed.”

You didn’t know how, but from one moment to the next, you were both dancing across from each other on the dance floor.

You watched with awe and amusement as Sam moved with grace and rhythm, her hips and arms swaying to the beat of the music.

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she danced in front of you as you did the same.

Her body moved freely and passionately, creating an exciting spectacle.

Time seemed to stand still when you were with her.

The more you watched her eyes, her hair moving with every movement, her smile, a warm feeling welled up in your chest.

Despite all the hardships and self-sabotage you inflicted on yourself, you enjoyed being with her far more than you ever would with anyone else.

“Maybe you and I should hang out some more…” You say without giving your words a second thought. She looks at you skeptically when you begin to slow down, realizing what you’d said out loud.

“I’m such a dork, but I-” You apologize, a little embarrassed, but before you could ruin it again, she interrupts you, pulling you closer so you could hear her. “Let’s go get a drink.”

You were completely grateful to whatever it was that Sam interrupted you every time you messed up.

Her slightly agitated voice sent light shivers down your spine.

You tried to put that thought behind you, accepting and walking with her again to the bar, which wasn’t that far away. “Something sweet.”

Sam seemed to like your suggestion, nodding and looking at you knowingly, as if you were both connected. “You know me, a little cinnamon.”

You walked peacefully, interrupted only by the din of music and people, to the bar.

Upon reaching the small space, Sam silently gestured that she would get the drinks. You nodded, knowing she would bring the same thing for both of you.

You couldn’t help but watch her figure as she slowly walked away and disappeared from your sight a moment later.

You didn't believe in love at first sight, but after this date, you'd openly admit that you were completely in love with her.

You headed off to find a table so you and Sam could rest and be more comfortable after dancing earlier.

"yo, be more careful," you heard a familiar voice as you clumsily backed away and bumped into a table.

You turned around to find Mindy sitting there with a smile, a bit dazed from the alcohol, you assumed, and a drink in her hand.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" You looked at her in amusement as you reached out to shake her hand in a friendly gesture.

Mindy laughs, squeezing your hand, then lets go and takes a sip before answering. “I came with my girl to have a good time,” she says playfully before turning her head from side to side as if she's looking for someone. “But apparently she went to get more alcohol or something.”

You laugh, thinking that her girlfriend, Anika, and Sam might be meet at the bar, but you didn't want to bring it up yet.

Mindy was a fun and witty person. You met her through Tara a while ago and immediately liked her personality.

You and her don't hang out much, but when the opportunity arises, you talk for hours on end.

She looks at you, sizing you up and down inquisitively.

“So what are you doing here? I don't think you came alone,” she says curiously, raising an eyebrow.

You just laugh and roll your eyes, sitting in the seat across from Mindy while her girlfriend was gone. “Well…” you stammered, not wanting to say who you came with, but knowing you would have to say it eventually. “Yes. I came with someone.”

“So? Who’s the lucky one?”

You ran your fingers along the edge of the table briefly, not wanting to brag, but the way you smiled let Mindy know she was someone special to you. “I came with Sam.”

Her jaw almost dropped at the information.

She didn’t think you’d ever be able to hang out with Sam, which took her by surprise. “No way… really?”

You nodded, blushing slightly at her slightly drunken and exaggerated expression. “Yup.”

She took a deep sip of her drink, which you didn’t know what it was, to process it properly. “I never thought it was possible. Congratulations.”

You continued to play with the edge of the table, your smile lingering. “Thank you, I guess?”

She shook her head, closing her eyes for a brief moment. “No. I mean it. Congratulations.”

Your expression softened at her supportive words, even though you clearly thought this was impossible. But thankfully, it happened.

“Ever since Tara told me you were madly in love with her sister, I never thought you could date her…”

Your eyes widened, your blush deepening at the exaggeration in her words. “I’m not—” You tried to interrupt her to clarify that you’d only had a minor, non-obsessive crush for some time now, but she wasn’t listening.

“After all these years.”

You smiled warmly at her constant exaggeration, appreciating the sincerity beneath all the alcohol in her system.

Just as you were about to express your gratitude, Mindy stopped a waitress who was passing by, taking two shots, which, judging by the color, were probably tequila.

She placed one in front of you while extending her hand with the other tequila, wanting to make a toast. “To finally getting Samantha.”

You grabbed the tequila, laughing at all this before raising your hand and clinking the small glasses together.

“Cheers!” You said in unison and then drank.

Between laughter and the bitter taste of the drink going down your throat, Sam arrived with two glasses in each hand.

Your body temperature rose again when you saw her, slightly disheveled, placing the glass on the table.

A completely silly smile appeared on your face, but Sam didn't notice it as she greeted Mindy.

She stayed by your side the whole time, watching as she made small talk with Mindy while you sipped.

The pleasant atmosphere didn't last long when a guy arrived at the table out of nowhere, standing right behind Sam. "Hey, you!"

His arrogantly smug voice would almost irritate you if it weren't for the fact that Sam turned around reluctantly, knowing full well that she was being spoken to.

"Who?" The expression of disinterest when talking to him was very noticeable.

"You!"

"Who, me?"

Sam pretended not to understand, responding sharply to the other guy. Deep down, she knew what would happen if she continued talking to him, and she didn't want to.

"You wanna dance?"

She continued her arrogant little game, avoiding contact with him as much as possible.

The guy seemed like a hateful person, and if she could, she would tell him so. "Nah, man."

The guy simply laughed at his defeat, taking a step back and stopping his insistence, understanding that Sam was absolutely against being with him. “Okay, I took my chance.”

Watching the small conversation between the two of them from the silence, you somehow felt bad for the poor guy who was immediately rejected by Sam, even though you could tell she had the same feelings for him.

“It’s cool, it’s cool… hey if you want to.”

You absolutely didn't want Sam to go with someone else. It was your date with her, and you wanted to spend the rest of it with her, but your mouth betrayed you as always.

She looks at you expectantly, surprised that you'd let her be with some random on her own on a night that should have been between you two.

Her smile, once one of happiness, vanished completely from her face.

"You don't mind?" You recognized that look of anger and betrayal anywhere, even though it was the first time you'd seen it on her.

You bite the inside of your cheek, wanting to avoid any eye contact from her, but her eyes bore deeply into you.

You swallow hard, holding your breath as you feel Sam's irritated gaze and the other guy's triumphant one. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

She stares at you for a while longer, waiting for you to say something to fix the mess you just made, but nothing comes out.

You watch as she walks away, heading for the dance floor with someone other than you.

When she's completely out of your sight, you breathe normally again.

Your mind spins with flashbacks of how stupid you just were, along with Sam's cold stare.

You grab the glass Sam had brought for the two of you to share and take a deep sip, scrunching your face.

Mindy, who was completely oblivious to what was happening at the table, sees Sam leave with someone else, surprising her more than you expected. "Who's Sam talking to?"

"Some dude..." you say listlessly, sprawled across the table as you watch the alcohol swirl as the glass rolls in your hands.

She raises her eyebrows as her drunken mind connects the dots of something she didn't fully witness. “That’s messed up, she’s trying to make you jealous.”

You raise your head from your spite and look at her as if you were talking to someone completely sane.

Was Sam trying to make you jealous? Why would she do that?

That’s why Sam immediately left with him without objecting or mentioning that you and her were together in the first place. You think about your naiveté.

“Jealous? I ain’t jealous, I can take this fella, whatever.”

It was clear you couldn’t.

The minutes passed, and you were already tired of being the third wheel between Mindy and Anika

You kept glancing at the dance floor in case you could spot Sam anywhere. But there was no sign of her.

You were starting to worry, but deep down, you knew she could handle any idiot who crossed her path.

You felt bad for letting her go dancing with a stranger.

You just wanted to be with her, but you'd already ruined that.

You sighed heavily, banging your head against the table, making a small noise that no one heard.

Turning your head, raising your gaze after a brief moment of cursing yourself, you saw a head of red hair that was easily recognizable anywhere.

If Sam wanted to make you jealous, you can make it happen too. You told yourself, remembering Mindy's drunken words.

Probably the effects of the alcohol were also starting to kick in, which is why you were working up the nerve to go talk to Quinn, who was selflessly chatting with a guy.

Ever since you've known Quinn, she's always flirted with you, making double entendre, or complimenting you on everything.

You just avoid her, dodging her constant suggestives by pretending not to understand.

You knew she had a bad reputation for hooking up with anyone who caught her eye, and to your misfortune, you had caught hers.

But that didn't matter at this point; you just wanted to piss Sam off a little.

The boy immediately gets up from his seat, leaving Quinn alone and relieved for a moment until her eyes sparkle with desire as she sees you approaching.

"Hey..." Quinn says slyly as you sit across from her, where the other boy had previously been.

You don't want to have a social interaction with her, much less end up in a situation you'd regret later. So you interrupt her, starting to speak rapidly.

“Look, I know you do this with everyone, and the truth is, I'm not interested in you. I just want to make someone jealous, and you probably don't give a fuck about that, but this will be the closest thing to having my full attention. So let's go to the bar or something to satisfy your self-absorbed facade once and for all.”

She remains silent for a few seconds, staring at you with amusement, as if she were holding back a laugh.

This awkward silence, coupled with her intense gaze, made your hair stand on end. But she finally responds with a curt nod

“Yeah. Whatever.”

Before grabbing your wrist, forcing you to abruptly get up to go to the bar.

Between her leading you to take another drink and the increasing number of people, it made your curiosity and concern for Sam grow.

You looked everywhere for her, but there was no sign of her dancing with anyone or drinking.

Your concentration shifted elsewhere as Quinn flirtatiously asked the bartender for drinks.

Being with her felt like a punishment.

You just nodded or fake laughed whenever she spoke or said something supposedly funny.

Every now and then you looked up to see if Sam was around, but you were already considering the idea that she was gone.

Sadly, you continued your performance in front of Quinn, taking a big sip of something you weren't used to drinking.

Just as you were losing all hope, you saw Sam alone in the distance, heading through the door they'd entered a few hours ago.

You apologize to Quinn before hastily getting up to follow Sam.

Your heart was pounding as you pushed through the crush of people.

You'd made a huge difference with her today, and the thought of losing her in an instant was more suffocating than when you'd tried to talk to Sam this morning.

"Sam! Hold on, hold on!" you shout from outside the club, seeing her in the distance.

She turns around irritably, and you put the hands on your knees to catch your breath from running.

You lift your head to meet her upset gaze. "Why are you leaving? I mean, we're having a good time, aren't we?" you say agitatedly.

Her eyes widen in disbelief.

“If having a good time means leaving me with an idiot so you can flirt with someone else, then yes. I had a great time.”

You gritted your teeth at the venom in her sarcasm.

You felt a little happy that your plan to make her jealous with Quinn had worked, but this wasn't the time to celebrate.

You fell silent for a moment, considering your next words.

“I- I wasn't flirting with anyone…” You admit, your tone lower as you regain your composure. Sam notices your meek behavior, softening her features just a bit. “I was just hanging out with someone else because I thought you were having fun with another one.”

“Of course I wasn't having fun with him!” “I came here to be with you, ¡no con un completo idiota!” she yells again, but this time she takes a few steps toward you. Seeing this, you do the same.

“Look. I'm sorry, okay?” Your words are more confident now as you move forward, staring at her with determination. “When you're around me, I act like a fool, and I admit it.”

Sam was perplexed by your confession. She'd noticed your behavior, but didn't believe you'd admit it so openly.

She quickly examined you without moving from her spot.

There was still a wide gap between you, giving you the confidence to clarify your feelings.

"I never know what to do or say when you talk to me or look at me. I become a total mess and you know it."

She avoids smiling to maintain her angry facade; instead, she just nods.

You were no longer embarrassed or anxious. You'd spent so much time with Sam that you'd grown accustomed to her intense but pleasant gaze.

"Even Tara had to help me ask you out when I wasn't even thinking about it right now."

You both laughed at the memory of what had happened, unaware that Sam was laughing and taking a few steps forward.

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself, with the constant fear that Sam wouldn't want to see you ever again.

"And yes, I know that I screw up by not intervening when the guy came over and flirted with you, and I feel bad about it.”

The brief silence that fills the space is almost deafening.

There's no more music, no more loud people; it's just you and her, along with the constant pounding of your heart in your ears as you stare directly into her beautiful brown eyes.

“I had a great time tonight, and I just want you to forgive me—” Her soft lips capture yours, forcing you to stop talking.

You hadn't realized she was so close to you, the kiss taking you by surprise.

When your mind finally clicked, you melted in that instant, parting your lips and allowing her tongue to slide past.

You raised your hands, not knowing where to put them.

Sam noticed this and guided one of them to her lower back, making you gasp against her.

You were always curious to know what it was like to feel Sam so close to you, and you couldn't believe this was finally happening.

The kiss slowly grew more intense, heating your bodies more and more.

You had to admit that the way she gently tugged at your hair with her hand tangled in it drove you crazy, but not now.

The lack of air ruined the moment, and you reluctantly pulled away so you could catch it.

She looked at you panting with her eyes half-closed, while you stood with your gaze wide open, shocked by all of this.

"Yes... I forgive you."

At first, you couldn't understand what she meant, but slowly your mind came out of the lustful haze. "Right."

She rolled her eyes before leaning closer to you and laughing, resting her forehead against your shoulder.

You were still coming down from the intensity of things, so you simply placed a hand on the back of her head, completely distracted and out of it.

She breathed deeply, feeling her body press against yours.

She moved away slightly to take your hand in hers and resume her walk. "Let's go."

You intertwined your fingers as she did so as you began walking.

The peace and tranquility of your mind was interrupted when you turned to look at the club, which was now further away than you thought. "I thought we'd go inside again."

She nodded with feigned reasoning, then gave you a quick, playful glance. "Yeah, well, I'd rather finish this at my place."

The mischievous way she said it made you not doubt her other intentions at all, causing a smile to spread across your face due to the shiver she gave you. "Alright”

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Hello! Do you have data about branded pairs that start off as side pairs that successfully upgrade and lead their own series? I'm thinking about side pairs like JuniorMark, WinnySatang, and AouBoom that work together for years and multiple series. Maybe side pairs outside of GMMTV have better luck?

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Pair branding kinda wigs me out and while I did start tracking them there just got to be too many, so I gave up, however, I do have a short list that exactly fit your criteria.

BounPrem

One of the first who I remember as a solid side couple in a BL series (Until We Meet Again) that everyone lost their minds over. They were given their own spin-off, as the same couple, Between Us. But they have also lead out Even Sun. They started with Wabi Sabi and moved to GMMTV as a pair and we should be getting a new BL from them soonish.

They are still top sponsorship holders, mostly on the back of that one Lay's potato chip. Solid work there all round, boys.

KimCop

Started in 2 Moons as the side couple that barely got anywhere but went on to have a decent pair lifespan, leading 2 seasons of Gen Y, 2 seasons of Close Friend, and then That's My Candy.

They dissolved the pair, and I, for one, will miss them, mostly because they never got to star in a quality BL and I think they could have.

MaxNat

Still active, they started as a very minor side couple in Why R U? and remained sides in Mandee projects until their 4th BL Naughty Babe. I would never have picked them as an endurance pair, but they stuck to it and it paid out for them. They have a couple new BLs in the works and they seem to have a solid working relationship.

So long as people like watching them, this is my indie pick for the tortoise pair of BL. They could do with some more brand and sponsor deals IMHO but they seem game to keep going no matter what.

TutorYim

Another Mandee pair, very very minor in Cutie Pie but everyone loved them, so they were given leads in 2 more BLs. Middleman's Love (with was a JimmyTommy project before they broke) and Battle of the Writers.

JaFirst

Now defunked, they started as a side couple in TharnType 2. However, I am not sure they meet your criteria since mame often reuses her pairs and its possible they were always intended to go on to star as the leads. They stayed with her for Don't Say No and then branched out to do Remember Me and Be Mine Superstar before dissolving the brand.

They are both still doing BL.

SalibPon

Pon had done a lot of BL before with other pairs, but he left Star Hunter for Change and was paired up with Salib and I think we are all grateful. They got their own show This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans and are now back in Pit Babe 2.

I hope they stick and we get more from them. They are one of my favorite currently active pairs.

A few that kinda fit your criteria that may surprise

I can go into the way back machine a pull a few you might not realize started as sides, ready?

OffGun

Started in Puppy Honey 1 & 2 as the side couple. Then lead BL Theory of Love as (sort of) new characters.

TayNew

Started in the 2 season Kiss series as a side couple, got to lead their own spin off in Dark Blue Kiss as that couple, then went on to do other BLs.

MaxTul

Kind of the "side" couple in Bad Romance before they went on to lead the 2 Together series. And more.

I'm not sure I count YinWar as starting as a side couple. They kind of lead out their small section of En of Love. But they are the only pair to come from that franchised to make good.

Going back over 2020 Thai BLs and earlier, I can't find other pairs who made good. So to speak. Some stayed sides for a few more shows, like MikeToptap, and ultimately left their studios and/or broke the pair.

Hope this kinda answers your question.

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#asked and answered #successful side couples #BounPrem #KimCop #MaxNat #TutorYim #JaFirst #SalibPon #OffGun #TayNew #MaxTul

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The County Fair

The day has finally arrived!! We were going to attend the County Fair! You were so excited and couldn’t wait to get dressed after your giant breakfast. You started to get dressed and the first pair of jeans didn't fit. The struggle got you winded and for a moment you really panicked because you thought you had gained again. You then realized that they were the last pair you outgrew .... Phew!!! You checked again and found a brand new pair of pants and a cute white top, and then came in the kitchen to help me pack some food for the trip. It was going to be a 30 min drive, maybe 45 with traffic. We packed some muffins, chips and cookies just in case.

We got in the SUV and headed down the road. I loved watching your belly shake and wobble when we hit bumps and was so glad you had room to sit comfortably. We sold our previous car about 6 months ago when you no longer fit. With you gaining so fast, this one should work for a while. About 10 min down the road you reached for the muffins and cookies and finished them all in a hurry.

Arriving at the fair, I dropped you off by the front entrance and then went to park. A good thing since it took me about 15 min to walk from the truck back to the entrance. You would need to save your steps as the fair grounds were big and your waddle was not geared for distances (or speed). You were sitting on a bench when I returned eating some funnel cake with powdered sugar that was sold just outside the gate. You were smiling, with some sugar around your lips ... so cute!

After buying tickets we walked in and started towards the main food area. I had to walk very slow so that you could keep up. You were doing pretty well. After about 2 minutes you asked to stop to look at a map. You were starting to sweat a little and wanted to catch your breath. I told you I knew where we were going but you had me double check to make sure we went the shortest route. After assuring you, we continued. We stopping again a few minutes later so you could try some bacon dipped in chocolate. So yummy, but a little messy. We sat down on a bench so you could eat it without it getting all over your white shirt. You did pretty well, spilling only tiny bit of chocolate by your collar.

We got up again and continued toward the food. It was so fun seeing all the people, hearing music, sounds from games and the popcorn machines. There was also an unmistakable aroma from all the foods, animals, hay and rides. It was a lot to take in. At first I really commended your willpower as we made it past the popcorn. I'm guessing you didn't see it?

Arriving at the main food pavilion, we got in line for some of the celebrity chef dishes. The lines were long, so I told you to find a seat and that I'd bring back the food. "Make sure you get something good" you said as you waddled towards the picnic tables. I watched you from a far navigating the picnic table and I was amazed how you figured it out. My guess is that getting out will be a lot harder.

As I waited in line, I couldn't help but notice how many other fat girls and guys there were. It seems like a perfect gathering place. One woman was holding about 4 plates and looked to be about your size. Another girl was much bigger, and was riding a scooter. Not a bad idea with all the walking needed. Her belly was pressing into the steering wheel and her hips and side belly far surpassed the width of the scooter. It was hot!

The first stand I got to had duck bacon wontons. The wontons were stuffed with duck bacon, grilled sweet corn, and cream cheese, and served with a creamy dipping sauce. I knew you would love it, so I picked up 3 servings.

At the next stand I picked up bacon-wrapped pork belly and mashed potato croquettes served on a skewer, topped with either home-style gravy, Korean bulgogi barbecue sauce, or sweet chili sauce. I got all 3 sauces in large cups so you could experiment. I picked up 3 of these also and headed over to you.

You were so excited to try the food! You were also a little upset I didn't get dessert. I mentioned that I thought we could get some later, but seeing how upset you were I headed back and picked up some Bowl o' Dough. Basically cookie dough in 3 flavors -- brownie batter swirl, European cookie butter, lemon ricotta cheesecake with blueberries. I got 3 of each.

You had already finished the wontons when I got back and were so excited about the cookie dough. I wasn't quite hungry yet, but had fun watching you stuff yourself. The pork belly was finished next and then you dove into the cookie dough. About 15 minutes later you were done. "Stuffed?" I asked. "far from it." you said as you tried to heave yourself up from the table. Uh oh. You your belly was stuck and wouldn't let your leg raise up enough to get out. I had suspected this wouldn't be easy. You tried again, leaning to side. Better, but it was so hard tho raise your leg! I let you regroup and then helped you by pulling your leg out and to the side. It worked and you got up sweating and winded. "Ugh. that was so tight!" you said. Lets go see the animals

It was clear that you were more full than you led onto, as your waddle was much slower and you were breathing heavier. I hated to see you uncomfortable and suggested we sit for a break. You happily obliged. "Wow, it's really hot here" you said panting. I agreed, but was honestly glad I was wearing a long sleeve shirt. 65 degrees is not hot to me.

After you caught your breath, we made our way towards the animals. On the way, I caught a stand in the distance and knew we had to stop. Fried Butter Balls. I chuckled. I had to see you eat those fat bombs. You couldn't believe they had them and were so excited to give them a try. I got you 3 servings and we sat down. "OMG these are good!!!" you said in between bites. "Get me more". I did, 5 more. You were eating like the pigs we were about to see.

After eating those you felt full. Lets just sit hear and listen to the music. The arena was close by and a band was playing. I said we could go in, but knowing the size of arena seats, agreed we should just chill and relax. There were picnic tables closer, but after the earlier fiasco the bench was a much safer bet. I rubbed your distended belly and we leaned into each other. So comfy.

About an hour or so later, we passed the heavy machinery section. You joked about needing the forklift to carry you around. haha. Getting tired from all the waddling today you were not happy. You saw another fat girl waddling that looked to be in a similar place. Who knew that you needed so much athleticism to attend the fair? We passed a log flume ride, which looked fun, however it would require way too much energy. It was also unclear if you would fit in the seat?

We arrived at another food court and you declared it time to feed. You sat down on a bench and I picked up a bunch of treats. Cheeseburgers with Fried Ice Cream, Deep-Fried Mashed Potatoes on a Stick, Krispy Kreme Hamburgers, Foot-long hot-dogs, Fried Oreos and Fried Twinkies.

You were pleased for sure with my choices and made your way through them without breaking stride. You especially loved the deep fried potatoes and Krispy Kreme Hamburgers. I went back and got you 3 more of each.

You were feeling very stuffed now and really just wanted to go home. I said that we needed to see the animals. You agreed and began the short slog waddle to the barn area. I noticed you now had ketchup, mustard and sauce on your shirt now in addition to the earlier spilled chocolate.

We finally got to the animals and grabbed a seat fully winded. You saw that there was Fried cheesecake and despite being stuffed just had had to try some. You said to just get one. I brought it and after the first bite you held up 2 fingers. "2 more". wow. this was sooo good.

I noticed your shirt was a lot tighter. Your belly was so distended from all the calories during your multiple feedings. You honestly looked like the pig who won the blue ribbon. Both of you were super fat and glowing!

After seeing the animals and eating the fried cheesecake, we walked very very slowly over to the gondola. / aerial lift ride that carried fairgoers across the grounds. You were soooo relieved that you wouldn't have to walk back!!! I was a little concerned about the weight limit in the car. Anyway, it dropped us right by the front gate. We got out, or should I say struggled out as the door was a bit of a squeeze for you.

I left you at the gate and went to go pick up the truck. I was hungry and grabbed some peanuts. When I returned you had a bag. "What's in the bag?" I asked. "Oh, just some food for home" you said. You had picked up deep-fried avocado, cream puffs, sweet corn ice cream and some Fried macaroni and cheese. "Awesome" I said, knowing that you would likely polish them off tonight.

"What a fun day" I said. "Yes, lets come back tomorrow" you replied before falling asleep on the short ride home.

#fat fiction #feedist story

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