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The Letter - Laurie Laurence

a/n: this was requested by @riordanness thank you so much!!! i instantly loved this idea the second i read it. i also tried a slightly different format, writing in third person rather than second because i've felt as though i've been struggling with that lately, but i hope you enjoy!

summary: refer to this ask

word count: 7.5k (this is a long one...kind of got carried away)

warnings - mainly fluff, slight angst, probably out of time period here and there, reader uses she/her pronouns

Falling for your best friend is never an easy thing to go through. Especially when the said best friend is Theodore Laurence.

Laurie and (Y/N) have been friends ever since they were young, being neighbors with each other allowed them to play together every single day during the summer that they were available to, and even during the school year, they’d switch whose house they played at every few days.

They grew up together, experienced big life changes alongside one another, gained knowledge and different skills, and of course, grew into their own personalities. They did everything they could together any chance they could get.

So of course it was inevitable that either one or both would fall in love. And that’s what happened.

On the days where (Y/N) and Laurie would go ice skating on the lake behind her house, her hand tightly in his as he guides her along the outside of the frozen water, their skates clinking as they slice the bit of powder on top of the ice, all she could think of was their hands entwined, how soft his skin is.

On the nights after a full day of ice skating and playing around in the snow, they would go into (Y/N)’s house, where her mother was waiting with two cups of hot cocoa and a couple blankets, they’d curl up and sit in front of the fireplace, giggling, talking about all the fun that they had and making plans for the following day.

On the nights where she was scared to sleep alone, she’d signal across the way to where she knew his room was, he would sneak out of his grandfather’s house and over to hers, and sit on the floor beside her bed and talk to her, or even crawl into her bed with her and just cradle her, holding her as close as he could.

During the moments of doubt where Laurie would wonder if he’d ever be good enough to be what his grandfather expects from him and wants him to be, (Y/N) was there to comfort him and give him any sort of advice she could, holding him as he cried and wiping his tears away with her thumbs, telling jokes to cheer him up.

During the sleepless nights that (Y/N) dealt with, her writing keeping her up, along with the fleeting moments of self-criticism, Laurie was right there by her side, refilling her glass of water and making sure she was taking enough drinks, reassuring her, and even reading what she has written for her.

Both of them unknowingly began to slowly fall in love, those simple moments beginning to mean so much to each of them, special and close to their hearts. However, the yearning was starting to get too much for (Y/N).

Every time she saw Laurie, all she wanted to do was jump into his arms and kiss him sweetly, blabbering out how much she loves him in a deeper sense than just in a best friend way. It was painful, and she couldn’t do anything about it. Until she came to the conclusion on what to do.

It was a beautiful spring day, the flowers were beginning to bloom bright and beautiful colors, the green leaves were glowing bright after a couple rainy days. (Y/N) and her mother were sitting in the kitchen, enjoying lunch, when Laurie knocks on their door. Her mom answers before coming back with a smile on her face.

“Hey,” Laurie greets (Y/N), a simple white puffy shirt adorning his body, the sleeves buttoned up all the way to his wrists, an unusual sight. “Would you want to join me for a walk today?”

(Y/N)’s expression faltered and she sets her sandwich down. She quickly tries to wrack her brain for some semblance of an excuse.

“Um, I wanted to stay in and get a chapter of my story done,” she says, averting her eyes to her plate, a tell-tale sign she was lying. She had finished that chapter last night, but she couldn’t let him know that.

His expression falters slightly upon hearing her rejection, and he clears his throat awkwardly.

“Oh, okay…um…” He isn’t entirely sure what else to say. She never turns down a walk with him, something was up. “Is everything alright?”

(Y/N) looks up and sighs, hating the hurt and broken look on his face, but she couldn’t do this anymore.

“Yeah, everything is okay. I’m stressed over this one scene and need to lock myself away for now.”

Every time from then on, when Laurie asks her to go on a walk, invites her over for dinner, asks her to come over, anything, it’s met with an excuse.

“I’m feeling rather tired today, I spent all night writing.”

“I’m meeting a friend in town today, I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“I have to deliver something to a family friend.”

Laurie started to catch on to all these excuses, and as time went on, it had been over a month since the two of them had even spent time with one another. It came to a point where Laurie sat in his room, watching her house like a hawk most days, but one day, noticed her blinds were closed. For some reason, this stung his heart more than he expected it to.

Until one day, things change.

Up in her room, (Y/N) hears her mother and father call for her to come downstairs. Groaning, she throws her book down and trudges down the wooden stairs, creaking underneath her socked feet. That’s when she sees Laurie, and she pauses.

Laurie’s heart aches in his chest at the sight, but he puts on a smile on his face.

“Laurie was just telling us some big news and we thought you might want to hear as well,” her mother beams, reaching out for her to join them in the living room.

(Y/N) slowly walks over to them, taking a deep breath, and offers Laurie a soft grin. He nods a greeting to her and clasps his hands together.

“I wanted to inform you all that I will be heading off to Europe at the end of the week,” he states very strongly, like there was nothing that was going to change his mind. “My grandfather thinks it may serve me well. I will be in France for most of the time, but I will be traveling around, exploring, seeing the world.”

“I think that sounds like it would be a wonderful time, Laurie,” her mother tells him, excitedly hugging him. He hugs her back and his smile widens a little, moving on to shake (Y/N)’s father’s hand.

However, (Y/N) remained in her spot, unable to move, paralyzed with this new information that the man she loves is going away. But then her mind begins to race. Was this her fault? Even though Laurie was grinning at her, she could tell there was a deeper, more painful look he was hiding deep down.

“Do I get a hug goodbye?” He jokes, reaching out for her, trying to break the obvious tension between them. (Y/N) finally sighs and steps forward right into his arms, tightly wrapping hers around his torso. His hands embrace her back, his large, warm hands bringing her back to the nights where he’d hold her as she fell asleep, making sure she didn’t fall off the bed or couch.

Tears prickle (Y/N)’s eyes the longer their hug lingers, so much that she has to pull away to keep herself from choking up and completely sobbing in his arms.

“I hope you have the best time,” she whispers, stifling a cry that was close to being released. She avoids eye contact with him as she steps back to where she was standing before. The tension between the two of them returns as Laurie stares at her, but she doesn’t even glance at him.

Laurie nods his head and bids a goodbye to the three of them once more before walking out of the house and back to his grandfather’s.

“What was that about? You two used to be so close,” (Y/N)’s father chimes in as soon as the front door clicks shut. Both her parents stare at her, waiting for an answer, but she’s unable to say anything. Instead. she takes off running upstairs and back to her room, where she finally breaks down crying into her pillow.

It was finally happening. Laurie was going away for who knows how long, he was most likely going to meet a beautiful French woman and marry her as soon as he could. (Y/N) starts internally beating herself up over it.

I should’ve told him.

I should have made a move.

I shouldn’t have let him walk away from me so easily.

I should have ran after him as soon as he walked out of the door, begging for him to stay.

The remainder of the night, (Y/N) stayed in her room, spending her time staring at the wall and reading small excerpts from the book she was currently reading. Staring out her window after having finally opened the curtain, she notices Laurie’s bedroom was still filled with light, once it was dark enough out to really stand out.

Getting some ounce of courage, she stands up from her bed and grabs a blank sheet of paper and her quill, walking back over to her desk and taking a seat. She dips the quill into the ink and gets to writing, her tongue poking out with concentration, stealing glances at Laurie’s window here and there, getting out all of her thoughts that she was dying to say to him.

After a while of thinking and writing, scratching things out and even starting completely over a few times, she looks over the final version of the letter and smiles to herself. Exhaustion takes over her so she sets the letter out to dry, sets her quill back in it’s little container, and heads back over to her bed to crawl under the covers.

The following days, (Y/N) avoids pretty much everyone, either staying in her room or another part of the house whenever her parents were out. She didn’t want to see anyone but Laurie, in hopes that maybe, if he comes over to see her one last time, she can take her chance.

But no.

Laurie left quietly in the morning, far before anyone else was awake, so early that the only time she realized he was gone was later that night, after the sun had set and the night was calm, did she notice the absence of candlelight coming from his room.

As the months go by, (Y/N) realizes the grave mistake she made in withdrawing herself from Laurie. Life was miserable without him, she pined for their late night talks surrounded by her chaptered work and other stories, she wished he could hold her to sleep one more time, but that was all gone.

He was somewhere off in Europe, and she was stuck in Concord. This is her new life, having to live with the fact that she yearned and longed for his love, but she missed her chance and screwed up entirely.

Every night before she went to bed, she’d scan over the letter just to make sure she didn’t leave anything she wanted to say out, and every night, she would end up changing something. Whether that was a single word, or adding something. It got so much that she had to start with yet another piece of paper at some point.

And every time, she wrote Laurie’s name on the front with such care and love, and would smile when it was finished and dried. She would repeat the same process, folding it carefully, and sealing it with his favorite color wax and her personal stamp, as well as some dried flowers.

This time it was going to stay sealed, she promised herself that and was planning on keeping it.

“How are things for you, Miss (Y/N)?” Mr. Laurence asks her after stepping out of his house.

Since it was a beautiful spring day, she was reading underneath the tree right on the edge of her family’s property, and the older gentleman was leaving to take his daily walk.

“Things are going okay, Mr. Laurence. I got a job at the local library stocking books and that has taken up a lot of my time.” He smiles at her and comes to a stop in front of her.

“And you’re still working on that story of yours? Ready to publish it?” (Y/N) chuckles softly and looks down at her hands, her heart racing in her chest.

“Not exactly. I have put that on hold for the time being,” her shoulders fall a little, and Mr. Laurence sighs a little.

“In due time, you’ll pick it back up,” he smiles down at her before he walks off in the direction he usually walks, leaving (Y/N) alone once more. She tries to go back to reading, but it’s no use. Her mind is filled with thoughts now, remembering why she stopped writing and how she couldn’t exactly tell Mr. Laurence, because it had to do with his grandson.

She decides to head back to the house for some lunch, she enjoys a sandwich made by her mother on the back porch, taking a seat on the porch swing and looking out at the beautiful lake, surrounded by weeping willows blooming beautifully in the spring weather, as well as wildflowers that her and Laurie plant with her mom every year.

This year, it was just the two of them, and (Y/N) didn’t like it at all. Laurie brought a different sense of fun to it, he was constantly cracking jokes or telling stories, now the only noise was her mother humming some tune or telling her about a family member.

Life was different, and all (Y/N) wanted was Laurie back.

To her surprise, that day came two years later.

By now, (Y/N) was in her early twenties and preparing for life as a writer, attempting to establish her name, albeit not easily, the owner of the bookshop she works at was more than happy to lend her stories out, even if they aren’t binded properly or fully complete. She loved getting to connect with people who read her work and had opinions or even constructive criticisms.

Life was finally looking up for her, until everything turned upside down once more.

Fall had come around this time of the year, the leaves changing colors to beautiful oranges, reds, and yellows, the crisp, cool air settling over the northeast and bringing a sense of change. Perfect for the change that was coming.

It was very early in the morning, the sun just barely peaking over the horizon, casting the world in a stunning, orange glow, a sunset like any other. (Y/N) was still fast asleep in her bed, her face smushed against the rather thin pillow, her hair sprawled out all over.

Since she was asleep, she didn’t hear a knock on the door, or her mother answer it and let Laurie in, nor did she even hear his attempt at trying to be quiet walking up the stairs and right to her room. Nor did she realize that Laurie walks in, expecting her to be up and about, holed up as he imagined she would be.

Upon seeing that she was still asleep, he feels awkward for intruding. Admiring her for a moment, he can’t help the smile that stretches across his lips. As he goes to leave, he sees a piece of paper with his name neatly printed on it.

His eyebrows furrow and he takes one step and picks the letter up. His finger runs along the smooth paper that his name is written on before turning it over and tracing the royal purple wax seal, being mindful of the fragile flowers adorning it as well.

He wonders what’s written inside, if he were to crack the wax seal and read it, what would he find? Was it a birthday card? A letter detailing how much she hated him? Something she wanted to tell him, like how she found a lover and was to be married in the coming months?

Whatever was in the letter, he decided against breaking the seal and snooping. Carefully, he backs out of the room and makes his way back downstairs to where (Y/N)’s mother begins making breakfast.

As the food starts to come together and the smell wafts through the house, (Y/N) is awoken by the comforting smell of crackling bacon, scrambled eggs, and fluffy pancakes, her favorite. She bolts out of bed and throws on her morning overcoat, something she brings out for chillier fall and winter mornings like today, and sprints downstairs.

But to her surprise, she finds Laurie sitting there at the kitchen table, while her mother stood at the stove, continuing to cook the bacon and flip the pancakes.

“Laurie?!” She shrieks, her hands flying up to her mouth in shock. Laurie can’t help the wide smile that spreads across his face, hearing her voice again and seeing her face, noticing how much she’s grown since the last time he saw her.

Standing up, he opens his arms and within seconds, she leaps into them, wrapping hers around his neck. He tightly holds her close to him, nuzzling his face in her neck and inhaling her scent that he fell asleep to so many nights.

“I missed you,” he whispers into her shoulder, his eyes screwed shut as he tries to keep himself from crying.

The last few times they saw each other were very tense and not the way he wanted to really end things, so the fact that she was here, in his arms no less, it meant the world to him. And he didn’t want to let go just yet.

“I missed you, too,” she whispers right back, not a second thought to her words.

Just as she pulled away, her mother just finished cooking the food, and set the last bit of pancakes on the table next to them.

“Enjoy guys. I will be going around delivering the pies I made last night, so I’ll be back later in the afternoon.” The two bid (Y/N)’s mother goodbye and they take a seat nex to each other at the table, (Y/N) in her usual spot and Laurie at the head of the table, just to her right.

“So, how was Europe?” (Y/N) asks, grabbing a couple pancakes and pouring some syrup over them, also scooping up some eggs and plating them. Laurie does the same for his own plate, grabbing the fork and knife set off to the side.

“It was great, very beautiful. I had a little place in southern France that my grandfather owns, so that’s where I stayed overall. But I traveled all over, to Paris, Italy, Germany, Switzerland.” She raises her eyebrows and grins, taking a bite of her food.

“They must have been gorgeous sites. Did you learn Italian or German?” Laurie smiles to himself and gazes longingly into her eyes.

“Penso che tu sia la ragazza più bella che abbia mai conosciuto,” he gracefully speaks, chuckling softly at her confused expression.

I think you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met.

“I have no idea what you said, but it sounded so elegant,” she swoons a little, melting at the smile he returns, a blush beginning to cover his cheeks.

“Well, looks like you’ll have to learn Italian to figure it out,” he winks before taking another bite from his stack of pancakes. A comfortable silence hangs in the air for a moment as they enjoy the food in front of them, both feeling content and at peace with their reunion.

“Um, I was wondering if you’d…if you would like to take a walk with me? Like old times?” Laurie asks, a little scared to considering all the past few times she turned him down. But to his surprise, she smiles and eagerly nods her head.

“I would love that, Laurie. I want to show you this little deer family that sits tucked away in that little hideaway we cut out in the twigs and brush along the pathway a mile or so down.”

“Oh yeah! The hideout we made to escape our parents because we didn’t want to be away from each other. I remember the day we made that.”

“Me too. Every time I walk past it, it makes me smile.”

Laurie has the urge to reach out and take her hand, it’s so close to his resting on the table, so much that he can feel the warmth radiating from her skin, and it drives him mad. But he stays put, not wanting to overstep any boundaries or ruin things once again.

After they both finish breakfast and a bit more small talk, (Y/N) heads upstairs to change into a daytime dress, something simple but slightly thicker than her summer clothes, a nice cream color of the skirt and a natural brown top; it compliments her skin tone very well, and she has always felt beautiful in this specific piece.

Once she is dressed and her shoes are tied, her eyes drift to the letter she wrote and addressed to Laurie, who is just downstairs at this point in time. Picking it up, she admires her own handwriting and the wax seal, something she’s done for months at this point, and sighs, wondering if she’ll have the guts to give it to him sometime today. Quickly, she shoves it into the pocket of her dress and dashes back out of the room and down the stairs.

“Ready,” she smiles at Laurie, guiding him out of her house and onto the trail that they used to walk.

It was just like old times, like nothing has changed and like no time has passed. They laughed like they used to, they shared story after story that happened during the time they were gone, Laurie detailing his daytime adventures of riding a carriage through the French countryside, to (Y/N) describing her work at the library and giving him the gossip of well-known people within the city of Concord.

(Y/N) was smiling so much that her cheeks were starting to hurt; but it was a feeling she welcomed, and a feeling that she could never get tired of. Laurie is in the same boat, a light in his eyes that has been dimmed for years at this point, and she could tell.

As the time went by, the wind started to pick up, cooling off the atmosphere from the blinding sun, and (Y/N) just so happened to forget her overcoat, not thinking it was going to be chilly at all. But, since Laurie is so in tune with her, he immediately knows something is wrong.

“Here,” he pauses his steps to remove his coat. Raising his eyebrows, he reaches out towards (Y/N), silently asking if it was okay. When she goes to reach for the coat, he ends up throwing it over her shoulders carefully, making sure it was secured enough to not fall off.

He offers her a soft smile, one filled with love and adoration, specifically for her. He can’t help but think how adorable she looks in his jacket.

“Thank you,” she murmurs, looking down at the ground in front of her as they continue walking on, her hands grabbing hold of the coat around her and tightening it slightly.

They continue walking for a little while longer, goofing off together like they used to do on their walks, before they start to head back, just after they reached the little hideout spot she mentioned earlier.

“Would you like to go into town? I don’t want to, uh, to part with you just yet, I feel like we have lost time to catch up on,” he smiles as he says this, wanting nothing more than to just be with her for the remainder of the day.

And fortunately for him, she agrees right away.

“Great, just give me a moment for Gerard to get the carriage ready and then we can take off. You go inside for a moment to get warm.” (Y/N) chuckles and steps inside her house after watching Laurie walk further and further away straight to his home. Once he is out of sight, she disappears inside and plops down on the couch. After resting for a moment, she fishes into her dress pocket and grabs the letter, thinking everything over.

There wasn’t a moment during their walk that she could have given it to him, or brought that sort of conversation up just yet. But maybe in town would be safer? No. She would have to face the ride home with him in a carriage of close quarters, that wasn’t an option.

Her fingertip traces the seal and she sighs, shaking her head.

“What are you doing, (Y/N)?” She whispers to herself.

A swift knock on her door startles her and she jumps up, immediately shoving the letter into her coat pocket and stands to head back out with Laurie.

“The carriage is ready,” he grins, holding his hand out for her to take. She gladly places her hand in his and follows him to the front of his house, where the carriage was brought around for easy access.

The city wasn’t as busy as Laurie was expecting, maybe because it was an afternoon of a week-day, or maybe it was the clouds that had rolled in on their way into town that had everyone scurrying to seek shelter in case there was rain or any sort of bad weather.

The first stop was the bakery, Laurie getting a regular croissant and (Y/N) getting a chocolate croissant, her favorite. She then bring Laurie to the library, showing him what her usual job is of re-stocking books, taking the ones recently returned and putting them back on the shelves. It was simple work, but she enjoyed it.

As they continue walking along the street, catching up as they’ve been doing, a little jewelry shop catches (Y/N)’s eye, and they step inside for a little to shield themselves from the chilly breeze that picked up.

Laurie follows her close behind, examining every piece she admires.

“Oh, Laurie, look how gorgeous this is,” she gushes, walking over to a counter with a simple green amethyst necklace, a small emerald cut with a silver chain and silver details holding the stone in place. Her jaw was slacked in awe as her fingers cradle the precious stone.

“That is beautiful,” he replies, noticing the twinkle she has in her eyes as she admires it. But upon seeing the price on it, her shoulders deflate and she sighs.

“If only I could afford it. It’s quite a piece, though.” Laurie nods silently and grins at her. He quickly looks to the man behind the counter and nods his head towards the piece, silently telling him to take it.

Just as (Y/N) turns away, her dreams slightly crushed, she spots a friend walking right past the window of the shop.

“Priscilla?!” She shouts, running straight for the entrance to the shop, slipping out just as Laurie turns back around to talk to the man. Acting fast, Laurie hands the man the correct amount of money stated and takes the box that he packed the necklace in.

Laurie leaves after thanking him, making sure to hide the box in his pocket before finding (Y/N) still talking to her friend. He comes to stand next to her, not saying anything and allowing her to have time catching up with someone else.

“Oh, Priscilla, this is Laurie,” (Y/N) finally introduces him after a small lull in the conversation. “Laurie, this is a friend of mine at the library, Priscilla.”

“Ah, so this is the infamous Laurie that she always talks about.” (Y/N)’s eyes go wide with worry, not wanting her secret to be given away, but thankfully, she continues. “She’s told me many stories about how you grew up together, it’s nice to finally meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well. We do have quite a lot of stories from when we were young,” he chuckles, glancing over at (Y/N) and smiling widely. She laughs along with him, her head tilting back with her laughter, a sight Laurie has always loved.

“Well, I have to get back home, but it was nice seeing you, and nice meeting you, Laurie,” Priscilla waves a goodbye to the both of them before dashing off. (Y/N) watches and as she does, she feels a single drop of water fall onto her nose.

“Do you feel that?” She asks, turning to Laurie, looking up at the sky. He joins her and flinches when a droplet of water hits his eye.

“Looks like we should get back,” he says, reaching for her hand and beginning to drag her away, back in the direction where their carriage was waiting for them to return. Laurie helps her step into the cab of the carriage, their laughter ringing out in the start of the thunderstorm.

The ride back for them was quite relaxing. (Y/N) stared out the small window, the rain hitting her face, Laurie watching her with admiration, knowing that if she turned around in a second and saw the look in his eyes, she’d be very aware of his feelings.

She ends up having dinner with him and his grandpa for the evening, enjoying being back in the house that she spent so many days and nights in, a place she hasn’t been to in so long because it felt wrong to be there without Laurie, especially with how their friendship kind of fizzled out towards the time of him leaving.

But Mr. Laurence welcomed her back with open arms, letting her know she was more than welcome to visit any time. He even invited her back over for dinner tomorrow night, also fitted with an evening of entertainment with her parents and a few others.

When the time came, Laurie walked (Y/N) back home, the rain still falling down from the sky, soaking into the ground to hydrate the dry grass and trees. She used his coat to shield her hair from the rain, Laurie opting to get drenched, as it doesn’t bother him.

They come up to her front porch, chuckling together as they are finally covered from the pouring rain. Standing there for a moment, (Y/N) looks at Laurie and smiles, not really wanting to say goodbye, but she was exhausted.

“It was so lovely to be with you again, Laurie,” she murmurs, worried about how he feels. But when a huge smile stretches across his face, she feels relief course through her body.

“I very much enjoyed it as well. I think coming back was the best decision I have made so far.” A smile slowly tugs at (Y/N)’s lips and she feels her cheeks heat up with a blush. Sure, it wasn’t her that he solely came back for, but she could dream, right?

“Oh! I forgot I’ve been wearing your coat all day,” she realizes just as she was getting ready to head inside her warm home. She removes it from her shoulders and hands it to him, a thankful grin on his face.

“It’s no worries. I think it suits you quite well,” he winks. Again, she gets all flustered and looks down at her soaked shoes.

“Well, um, I better get inside before I get sick, but I will see you again tomorrow night, for dinner.”

“Of course, get some rest and yes, I will be anxiously awaiting for dinnertime to come.”

With that, Laurie turns and trots down the steps before taking off in a sprint back to his home, his own jacket over his head now that he had it back. (Y/N) steps inside and sighs deeply, heading straight up to her room and untying her muddy shoes.

Once she gets dressed in her nightgown and gets all snuggled up under the covers on her bed, she grabs the book she has been reading recently from her nightstand, but something clicks in her head.

She doesn’t see the piece of paper that has been there for years. Her letter to Laurie.

Panic sets in and she starts to freak, checking her dress that was in a pile in the corner of the room to be washed at the end of the week, but nothing was in her pockets. She wracks her brain, trying to remember the last place she put it, until it clicks again.

Laurie’s coat pocket.

Her actions freeze as she thinks over the day, trying to recall when she put the letter there. Things finally fall into place and she falls to the ground, her knees hitting the wood with a loud THUD. Tears immediately spring to her eyes and she starts to shake, knowing that there was a possibility of him finding it now.

And unfortunately for her, this wasn’t to be dealt with tomorrow, as Laurie knocks on the front door softly but just loud enough for her to hear. Slowly, she walks down the stairs, trying to be quiet as to not disturb her parents.

Opening the door, she finds Laurie standing there, his hair drenched with rain, as well as his white shirt and black vest. She didn’t have to say anything, since Laurie was holding the letter up, the purple wax seal broken, a clear sign that he read through it. His breaths were heavy, filled with emotion.

The silence is thick between them, both too scared to start the conversation.

“Is it true?” Laurie asks, staring at her, waiting for her to explain. However, she says nothing and steps to the side to let him in, wanting him out of the chilly, rainy night. But that wasn’t what he wanted, as he heads right to the back porch, gazing back at her, silently asking for her to follow him out to the covered porch.

The two step back outside, and instantly realizing that she wasn’t dressed for it, he puts his coat back over her shoulders, bringing her over to sit on the porch swing together. Laurie opens the letter back up and reads over it again, although that’s all he did when he found it, was read it five times over just to make sure he was actually seeing what he thought he was seeing.

A smile appears on his face and he folds the letter and brings it up to his face, chuckling to himself as he notices that she sprayed it with his favorite fragrance of hers.

“I’ve always thought of our friendship as different. Not in a bad way, but…a good different. I have always thought you were so very special, as in a beautiful person but also special to me, personally. And then five years ago, when we were seventeen, we were at an event together, with a few friends and family, around Christmastime. You ended up falling asleep on my shoulder, and that’s when I realized I’m in love with you.”

(Y/N) stares out at the backyard, getting lost in the rainfall, but listening to Laurie fully, taking in his words and everything.

“It felt so wonderful to have you beside me like that, even though we’ve been in that position before, and even closer, that moment felt different for some reason. I realized that you are all I wanted in my life. I didn’t want anyone else falling asleep on my shoulder, no one else in that room mattered by you. I wanted to fall asleep with you by my side every night.”

This admission makes (Y/N)’s heart race in her chest, and she finally looks over at Laurie, who also stares foreward, seemingly focused on choosing his words. She notices, even in the dark of the night, the slightly pink tint to his cheeks, though she wasn’t sure if that was from the cool temperature or the reveal of his feelings.

“But then things fell apart. You started acting strange and I figured I was reading signals wrong, that I was misjudging what our relationship was. That you were rejecting me in some way, even though I never voiced my feelings for you. That’s why I moved to Europe. To start new, to forget you, but I found that to be impossible. You were all I was able to think about. Everything I saw, I thought of you. Going to an art museum, I wanted to discuss a painting with you to hear your thoughts. Finding a little bakery and wanting to give you a bite of my pastry. Taking a trip through the French countryside and wanting nothing more than to run through the fields with you, your hand in mine, laughing, with no care in the world.”

Tears were filling (Y/N)’s eyes as he speaks, he was still staring forward and refusing to look at her until he’s said everything he needed to.

“Reading this letter just…brought so many emotions and confused feelings back.”

There’s a pause in the conversation as (Y/N) tries to collect her thoughts before speaking, not wanting to say the wrong thing.

“I love you, Laurie. I do. Everything in that letter is the truth. I didn’t mean to distant myself, but I was scared. I know that is not a good excuse, but I realized I was in love with you too. I took it far differently than I should have because I’ve never felt this way for someone. And I didn’t want to ruin our friendship.” She pauses to take a deep breath, turning her head back to look at the backyard, some parts of it beginning to flood a little due to the amount of rain that had fallen all afternoon.

“But in you pulling away, it made it worse. It ruined it anyway.”

“I know. Believe me, I am well aware of that at this point.” She looks down at her hands, disappointed in herself, and hurt. She was scared of this conversation going south, and things were going to end terribly. “But I would have rather kept you around and yearned for you in private than confess my feelings and lose you. And I got far too in my own thoughts and fear and thinking you wouldn’t feel the same. So I distanced myself. And I know I should not have, and I’m so sorry.”

Laurie takes her words in, nodding along as she apologizes. Opening the letter back up, he reads over it and lets the silence hang in the air for a few moments. His fingers run over the dried ink on the paper, remembering the feeling he got when he read it for the first time, only a little while ago.

FLASHBACK

Laurie enters his room and slips his coat off, hanging it up on the rack right next to his door. He reaches on the inside to grab the box with the necklace out, but also makes sure to check his other pockets just in case he left anything in there. To his surprise, he feels a piece of paper in one, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

When he realizes what it is as soon as he pulls it from his coat, he freezes, not sure what to do with it. But then he gets the idea that maybe (Y/N) put it in there for him to find. So, does that mean she wants him to read it? It must…right?

Going against his better judgement, he breaks the wax seal and opens it slowly, pausing to close his eyes and take a deep breath. His eyes scan over the writing, some words still scribbled through as she changed it last minute.

Dear Laurie,

You have just told me you are leaving for Europe at the end of the week. I hate feeling as though I have caused this, why would you go when you’ve always been by my side for years? So, I am writing this note as a way of getting out all of the feelings that I have, with no repercussions of any. Laurie, you are the most wonderful man I have ever come to know, you love with your entire heart and everyone you meet is like a friend to you. I have fallen so deeply in love with you, so much that it hurts. I yearn and I long to be yours, but fear that would ruin what we have right now, or had once. So I have stayed silent. And in my silence, I have distanced myself, to shield myself from the pain. But I have to say, this is far more painful, knowing you are leaving and will find a woman to love, a love that I dream of. A love with you. A life with you. It has always been what I’ve wanted. Not this. Not distance of thousands of miles and so many hours away. I will miss you, and everything that we shared. But I will never stop loving you. No matter what.

Love,

(Y/N)

PRESENT

Laurie gently traces the last few sentences of the letter, a small grin back on his face as everything finally settles in. He looks over at her, folding the letter back up and shoving it inside his coat.

“I have something for you as well,” he murmurs, his hand remaining in the pocket and producing the small, black velvet box, a slight shake to his grip as the nerves set in. She stares at him, wondering what he has, and when he finally clicks open the box and hands it to her.

She gasps in shock, her hand flying up to cover her mouth, in surprise.

“Laurie…” she whispers.

“I noticed how much you were eyeing it, and knew I had to get it for you. Can I…?” His voice trails off as he motions to her neck. He carefully removes the necklace from the box and turns her slightly so that he can set the necklace around her neck, clipping it to secure it.

She looks down at it and smiles widely, the gem perfectly resting above her racing heart.

“This is too much, it was so expensive,” she tries to reprimand him.

“It is no issue, I wanted you to have it, you deserve to have pretty things.” Her cheeks heat up at his words and she sighs, looking down at her hands.

“Listen, I really am sorry for the way things went.”

Laurie, being cautious of his actions, tilts her chin up just slightly so that she can look into his eyes.

“How about we put it behind us and start a little bit before where we left off,” he offers. “Forget everything that happened months before I left. Like old times, but…no more hiding our feelings.” She softly smiles at his offer and takes a hold of his hands, squeezing them gently.

“I like the sound of that. Can I ask of one thing as well?”

“Of course, of course.”

“Kiss me.”

Laurie takes no time to think about her request and presses his lips to hers, his hand cupping her cheek and holding her close. The two get lost in their own little world, every single feeling they’ve had for each other coming to a boiling point and spilling out, both being unable to control their actions any longer.

Which is why the kiss lasts for minutes, making up for all the lost time that was spent yearning after each other in silence, for the two years that he was gone, everything. Their hands explore each other’s bodies, (Y/N)’s hands going to Laurie’s hair, and his hands running up and down her back and resting on her sides, his thumbs tenderly rubbing her hips.

When the kiss finally ends, he rests his forehead against hers, their breath mixing together in the chilly, rainy night.

“That was everything I’ve dreamed of,” Laurie whispers, moving his lips over to kiss her cheek. “And so much more.”

“I feel the same way. Staring at your lips every time you spoke, wishing I could kiss them all night. Wanting them…all over me.” Laurie blushes and giggles at the suggestive comment from her.

“Well, we now have all the time in the world, mon amour,” he whispers, kissing her once more and cradling her face again. “The rest of our lives, even.”

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i think he knows - [l.laurence]

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warnings: maybeee a wonka reference (my bad)

I lay side by side with Jo March, our hands intertwined, staring up at the clouds.

“You’re kidding, right?” Jo laughs. “That is definitely not a giraffe. It looks like a flamingo.”

I wrinkle my nose. “No way. It looks closer to a melted chocolate bar than a flamingo.”

She nudges me and laughs again. “Whatever.”

I sigh and close my eyes, my spare fingers playing with the blades of grass we’re lying on.

“This is the life,” Jo says quietly, as if she can read my thoughts.

“Mhm…” I reply, feeling sleepy and sun sick. We’ve been out all morning in the hot summer sun, and the effects are finally catching up on me.

“You know what would make today better, though?”

“What?” I’m barely paying attention now, my sleepiness wanting to take over.

“If Laurie was here.” Jo says it like it’s poetry.

I’m immediately awake. I sit up. “What did you say?”

Jo looks amused. “I said…that today would have been better if Laurie was here with us.”

I try to downplay my reaction with a shrug. “Yeah, that would have been nice I suppose.”

“Oh, y/n,” Jo teases. “Don’t try to pretend you aren’t head over heels in love with him.”

I look at her sharply. “Jo, don’t talk about such things.”

“It's true, though,” Jo insists. “Isn’t it?”

I look away. Of course it was true. Laurie Laurence was the one person I could never imagine not having in my life. I needed him like I needed air in my lungs. He was my sunlight, my happiness, my joy and my energy and my smile. He was my everything.

“Maybe it’s true,” I whisper. “But it’s not important. I will never matter to him the way that he matters to me.”

Jo is quiet for a while, her eyes narrowed as she stares into the deep blue nothingness of the sky.

I lay beside her, in comfortable silence, as my thoughts drift, as always, back to that boy with the laughing green eyes, unruly but beautiful dark hair, and that smile that fills me with everything I need.

I first met Laurie through the others. I’m lifelong friends with all the Marches, and being an only child, my days tend to be lonely. Marmee has me over as much as humanly possible. Sleepovers, performances, club meetings and dinners, walks and piano lessons, days at the beach, sketching in the garden, dances and dumb adventures. I do it all with those four girls.

Then one day, a boy joined in on our fun.

At first, it was nerve-wracking, doing all our usual antics in the presence of a boy. But I soon learned that Laurie was anything but judgemental, and better than that–he was amazing fun.

We became best friends.

Now, everything I did was with Laurie, or nearly everything. I’d spend every second with him if I could.

It’s like there’s magic in his smile.

“Laurie!” I shove open his front door, yelling up the stairs.

His curly head pops over the stairs, grinning down at me. “Hey, you.”

I squint up at him. “What are you doing? I thought we were going out today. You promised we’d go ice skating.” I wave my skates at him to prove my point.

Laurie winces. “I’m sorry, y/n. I know I did, but–” He makes a face. “I’ve got a cold and Grandfather forbade me to leave my room.” His features turn mischievous. “In fact, I’m risking his wrath just being out here in the hall.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Well, I guess I’ll have to come up there and entertain you then.”

“You’ll get sick!” Laurie shakes his head at me.

“Too late,” I say, as I drop my skates and coat at the door, and dash up the stairs.

Laurie watches as I hop, skip, and jump at the top stair, as I do every time (because he did it first, and I like to do everything he does). He stares at me with a small smirk on his face.

“What?” I ask, coming to a stop only a metre away from him. “It’s fun doing that at the top of the stairs. Like a little celebratory moment for conquering the staircase once again.”

Laurie laughs under his breath as he shakes his head slightly. “It’s nothing, my dear y/n. Hop at your heart's content.”

I shrug and head into his room, a lage, ornate chamber full of antique paintings and old books and clothes strewn all over the floor.

“Oh, my,” I say disapprovingly. “Laurie, you really need to tidy this place up a little if you want to get any better, you know.”

“I know,” Laurie sighs, falling sideways onto an armchair. “But I just don’t have your work ethic, y/n. I love being lazy and useless and spending my time doing silly, worthless things.”

I click my tongue. “Don’t be ridiculous, Laurie. I know you. You have it inside you to do great things with your life. You just have to want it enough, and to work hard for it. You can do it. I believe in you.”

I wander around the room busily, picking up dirty laundry and discarded books, and straightening the bedsheets. I can feel Laurie’s eyes on me, but it’s not an awkward feeling. If anything, it’s comforting. Being around him, everything is easier, safer. My words come out of my mouth easily. I don’t worry about saying the wrong thing or coming across as too blunt or anything like that. They can come right from my heart, because I know him better than anyone, and I see what Laurie is capable of.

“And you know, you can always–”

“Y/n.” Laurie gets to his feet.

My voice dies, and I frown at him uncertainly and I drop a small stack of books onto his desk.. “Yeah?”

“You know how the other day, um, you and Jo were hanging out in the gardens, watching the clouds?”

My eyes narrow a little, but I nod slowly. “Yes…? How did you know about that?”

Laurie doesn’t meet my eyes, rolling his tongue around in his mouth nervously. “I might’ve been spying on you?”

My hands are instantly on my hips as I give him a look. “Laurie Laurence.”

“I’m sorry!” he says immediately, holding his hands up like he’s surrendering. “I just… well, I heard what you were talking about.”

I try to think back. What would Jo and I have been talking about that was so important he’s bringing it back up now? I didn’t think we were discussing anything that exciting, except…

Oh.

My face goes slack, and my mouth drops slightly open. “You-you mean–”

Laurie nods and gets to his feet. “So it’s true?”

I want to lie, to shake my head and laugh it away, but my reaction has already made it obvious. I slowly nod my head yes, once, then twice.

Relief floods into Laurie’s features. “Oh, thank goodness.”

“What?” I ask, but my question is lost when Laurie attacks me with a hug.

“I love you, y/n,” he says softly into my hair. “I’ve loved you ever since Jo first introduced me to you that day in the attic. You might’ve been shy and wearing that silly costume; a battered overcoat and tattered suitcase, but I’d never seen a prettier girl. You help me be a better person, you’re always so encouraging and kind and hard-workig, and I just… I really love you.”

He pulls away, holding my shoulders and gazing at me.

I’m in disbelief, staring up into his eyes, my mouth still open.

He laughs, ducking his head a little. “You don’t have to say anything, y/n. You said enough the other day.” He pauses, licks his lips a little. “Y/n, can I kiss you?”

I can’t help but to smile. “Of course you can.”

His mouth meets mine, and it’s better than anything else in the world.

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be with me

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y/n it ain't a fun day at work if im not covered in blood !!!!

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tchalamet Je suis amoureux

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@yn replied to @ynsgirlfriend- it is soo good and catchy but I think i would be deemed a bad girlfriend if i said one without timmy... so no! 'for a moment' is my fave!!!!

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tchalamet be with me. out june 7th!!!!!!! made another movie with the love of my life. im really proud of this one.

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y/n and I'll watch.

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saysoyn girl you're literally in it too !!

littletimmy the laurie reference 😭😭 I bet she says it all the time to him.

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y/n June 7th!!! our second film together, we fell in love during the first one, what will this one bring?

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tsgf or a breakup 😁

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y/n just posted a story!

caption- June 7th 🤭🤭

@popcrave just tweeted- some newly released behind the scenes photos of @y/n and @realchalamet on the set of their upcoming film 'Be With Me'

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tchalamet making this movie with my favorite person ever was the best experience in the world. everybody worked incredibly hard on it and it's now out for you all to see. I hope you'll watch and enjoy.

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The family we choose /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: It has always been Azriel and Aiden against the world, but what will happen when the new school years begin and his son talks about this amazing teacher every day?

Warnings: None, just fluff cuz why not?

Word Count: 3,1K

Notes: Fucking finally, this has been sitting on my drafts for a while and i love this idea.

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“DADDY!” Aiden yelled, raising from his spot beside Feyre and rushing to get to him, he lowered to his level and waited for the little boy, he threw himself into his father’s arms, and Azriel wrapped his arms around him, giving him a tight squeeze.

“Hey, buddy! How was school?” His son rushed back to the table, Feyre, Nyx, and a lot of art supplies were waiting for him, he grabbed a piece of paper and ran back to him to show him the drawing.

“Miss Y/L asked us to draw our family.” Azriel looked closely at the figures, the 6-year-old had done a great job, he could see himself, Cassian, Nesta with a huge pregnant belly, Rhys, Feyre, Nyx, Mor, Emerie, Gwyn, Elain, and Lucien.

“That’s a beautiful drawing, you have a lot of talent.” He complimented.

“Aunt Feyre helped me make this drawing so I could give it to Miss Y/L, I really hope she likes it.” The flower bouquet was painted on a piece of parchment paper, Feyre had done the drawing but Aiden had painted it.

“She’s going to love it Den, but why don’t you and Nyx play in the garden while the adults talk?” Feyre suggested as she started to gather the supplies from the table, Aiden looked at Azriel and he nodded, the two boys happily smiled and started to rush outside. “He really loves this teacher.” She said and Azriel got to her side, helping her clean.

“Did he start with the never-ending rant about how amazing and beautiful she is?” She nodded. “You don’t think he’s projecting the feeling he had for his mother on her, do you?”

“Well, I can’t say for sure Az, Nyx likes her too, a lot, sometimes feels like he likes her more than me.” She giggled, rolling her eyes. “Maybe she’s just a really good teacher and there’s nothing to do with his mom.” Azriel nodded.

He had met Laurie in an Illyrian camp 10 years ago, and it was love at first sight, they lived like a happy couple until she met her mate, and decided that it was a good idea to leave Azriel with their 1-year-old son. 3 years ago, the news of her death reached him in Velaris, it was a tough blow that he wasn’t expecting but he slowly got over it, he had to, for his son. Ever since he does everything he can to make sure that his son is happy, and focused his life on him, even if his family tried to tell him that he should live his life too.

“She’s all he talks about ever since they started the school year, you have no idea how many times he asked if he could pick “Aunt Elain’s beautiful flowers” to give them to her.” Feyre looked at him and smiled.

“Let him be Az, it’s probably just a phase.” He nodded.

“Thanks for everything Fey, you’re amazing.” He said giving her a quick hug and kissing her temple.

“Get your hands off my High Lady.” Rhysand spoke with a smile on his face from the doorway. Azriel stepped back with his hands in the air.

“I’m already on my way, don’t need to get all overprotective.” Rhys playfully slapped his back while he walked outside to get Aiden.

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“Do you want to eat something?” Azriel asked his son as they walked around Velaris.

“My belly is full Daddy, Miss Y/L brought us the best cookies in the world, she made them.” The toddler happily spoke. “She said that she will teach us how to make them, she’s so nice, I really like her.”

“That’s awesome buddy, you just have to be careful around the fire.” He warned his son.

“Yes Daddy, cuz the fire hurts if we get too close.” He repeated the words Azriel had told him ever since Aiden started to crawl, his son was perfect, and he didn’t want him to be marked like he was, he didn’t need any scars on his perfect brown skin.

Aiden was a copy of him, with the same eyes, the same hair color, the same skin tone, and huge wings behind his back, and even if he could understand his father’s shadows just as perfectly as Azriel did, he had none, at least not yet.

The two kept walking until they reached the townhouse, Rhys knew how Azriel loved that house and decided to give it to him as a gift, it was good enough for him and Aiden and he was happy that his brother made him the owner, he took good care of that house.

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Azriel brushed his wet hair, spraying some perfume on his neck and chest as he got ready for the school meeting, the teachers requested to talk about the student's progress and how the parents could help with their learning. Aiden was already ready, playing in the living room as he readied himself, a simple black shirt, pants, boots, and truth-teller strapped on his thigh, his siphons glowed as he looked at himself in the mirror once again.

His son was really excited for him to meet his teacher finally, and even Azriel was curious, Aiden had practically dragged him across the street towards the school, the little boy was rambling all the way, and when he saw his cousin, he left Azriel behind to go play with Nyx.

“Someone is super happy.” Rhys said as Az approached him, the two kids were running around now.

“You have no idea.” He replied looking around, the kids were running and most parents just waited for the reunion, Azriel tried to spot who he thought was Miss Y/L, in his mind, he was looking for an old, kind fae, with white hair and granny coats, weren’t all teachers like that after all?

Faes started to come to the parents to lead them to the classrooms, they followed a male as he guided the way, the classroom was decorated with flowers, and kids' drawings, books, and toys were all over the place, and in the corner, in the front part of the classroom a female stood, she was beautiful, her hair was in a braid behind her back, she was wearing a long dress, and she had the prettiest smile in the world, she looked at Azriel and he swore he could see the world shining brighter as she looked at him, she couldn’t be…..

“Miss Y/L!” Aiden yelled, running past them and jumping in the female's arms, she lifted him from the ground, laughing with him.

“Hi Den, did you bring your daddy as I asked?” She spoke, her voice was calm and airy, and hearing her talk made Azriel feel like he was walking on clouds.

“Yup!” The toddler proudly nodded and pointed at Azriel who still stood in the doorway. “Daddy, this is Miss Y/L.” He happily said as the female walked closer to him.

Of course, everyone in Velaris knew who the Spymaster was, but it was something entirely different seeing him in person for the first time, the tall male was absolutely breathtaking, he was wearing the simplest clothes on earth and yet he looked perfect, the cobalt gems adorning his body, to contain his powers, glowed as he looked her up and down.

Y/N felt her cheeks getting hot as she approached the male, his eyes still glued to hers, she could feel the sparks of electricity as she held his gaze, extending a hand in his direction.

“I’m Y/N.” She managed to say, her voice more steady than she expected, good!

“Azriel. I’ve heard a lot about you.” The male chuckled and Y/N felt her knees go weak at the sound.

“Oh, i could say the same about you, little Aiden here loves his father more than anything else.” The little boy held his father’s hand while he blushed. “What about you take your Daddy to your seat and we’ll talk more later?” She lowered to Den’s level and he nodded, pulling his father to the empty seat in front of her desk. She went to greet other parents that arrived in the classroom.

“I wasn’t expecting that AT ALL.” Rhysand spoke as Azriel approached him, Nyx and Aiden sat side by side in class, he smiled at that, loving how close the cousins were like they saw each other as brothers the same way their parents did.

“What?” Rhys gave him a knowing look and he rolled his eyes.

“That she would be this pretty, guess I was expecting an old lady.” Azriel scoffed.

“Don’t let Feyre hear you, or you might sleep on the couch tonight.” Rhysand laughed and the two males looked at her while she spoke about the class progress. One by one, the parents approached her to speak about their children, they were the last ones in the classroom when she came to speak with them.

“High Lord!” She bowed a little. “Thank you two for coming in today. The boys are absolutely wonderful, they’re the top ones in class, but I’m afraid that they have some trouble with maths, I’ve been giving them extra exercises but maybe you two could keep an eye on that, and see why they’re struggling with that.”

“Of course, do you teach privately?” Rhysand asked, saying that she could teach a thing or two to Azriel in his mind, Azriel slightly shoved the High Lord and Rhysand suppressed a laugh.

“I do! If you need me just contact the school and they will let me know.” She smiled at them, and Azriel felt his chest fill with warmth with that.

“Thanks, Y/N.” He said, and the two said their goodbyes leaving her behind.

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Azriel rushed through the school corridors, opening the door to the nurse’s office, he almost fell to his knees as he spotted Y/N sitting in the corner, Aiden was in her lap, he was holding his little arm, and his cheeks were red from crying, his head was resting against her chest and she had her cheek pressed against his forehead, whispering a song to calm him down. The way his son grabbed her like she was the only person that could keep him safe, made Azriel’s heart bleed, the two turned their head to him.

“He fell while playing in the garden, the healer said that his arm just hurts cuz he fell on top of it, it’s not broken, and he’ll be okay. He’s just scared.” Azriel kneeled in front of them, and Den’s puffy red eyes locked with his, he grabbed his son, cradling him to his chest, kissing the top of his head. She still looked worried, like she was about to cry, the only people that worried that much about his son, were his family.

“Thank you so much for always taking care of him.” His voice was shaken, and the shadows around him still moved frantically, assessing Aiden for any injuries she could not be aware of.

“There’s nothing to thank me for, Aiden is a special boy, it’s my pleasure to take care of him.” She said gently, rubbing the toddler's back, Aiden was already sleeping in his father’s arms.

“No modesty please, let me pay you a coffee, I insist.” Azriel didn’t know why, but he wanted her to understand how much he appreciated her for all her care for his son. He could see that she was inclined to accept, so he talked again. “Meet me tomorrow morning at the Oak Alcove, by the Rainbow. At 9!” He said, thanking her once more, grabbing his son’s backpack, and leaving without waiting for an answer, he just hoped she would show up.

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Y/N walked between the tables trying to spot the Shadowsinger, she was wearing a simple dress, and she rubbed her sweaty hands in the soft fabric for the third time, she gave another look around before she saw a hand raised in the air, Azriel was wearing leather clothes, the breath got caught in her throat as she looked at him, absolutely beautiful.

“You came.” He smiled at her, getting up to pull the chair for her, she sat, thanking him. She didn’t know if it was just a coincidence, but the Oak Alcove was her favorite coffee shop in Velaris, the soft breeze from the Sidra, the smell of flowers, the soft music, it was a magical place.

“I did.” She laughed. “ It’s not often that I get to go to my favorite coffee shop for free.” She joked.

“And here was i, thinking we would split the bill.” He rested a hand on his heart, pretending to be hurt and she liked that, everyone just saw him as a serious and stoic male, which was intimidating, but the way he smiled, a sight that she was sure wasn’t often people saw, made her heart melt.

Azriel was a pleasant male, the way he softly spoke, his wide knowledge of everything, his passion for literature, he was really much more than the eyes could see. The time flew as they got to know each other better, now she understood why Aiden loved him so much, the Shadowsinger was sweet, gentle, wonderful, her heart skipped a beat every 5 seconds, and she tried to stop blushing like a little girl every time he smiled in her direction.

“This was fun.” She said after he stated that he should leave, he had plans with his son.

“It was.” He got closer to her as they walked away. He walked her to her house, not far away from the coffee shop. “I was hoping we could do it again if it’s okay for you.” Her heart came to a stop in her chest.

“I would love to, Azriel. See you around.” The way she spoke his name, it was a sweet melody.

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“She’s wonderful.” He said, stretching his wings, the glass of liquor dancing in between his fingers, Rhysand smiled and Cassian entered the office.

“What’s happening?” Rhys served him a glass as well.

“Azzie here is in love with Den’s teacher.” Cassian whispered a “NO WAY!” shuffling his onyx hair, making Azriel growl at him.

“I’m not in love with her.” He sipped on his drink. “Yet!” The trio laughed.

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Azriel knew he was wrapped around her fingers when he kept going to the school every day, just to see her smile, just like his son, he would bring her flowers, he would take her out, after suffering because of Laurie, he was ready to open his heart again, especially for someone like her, she was perfect for him and he was ready to take their relationship to the next level.

“Where are you going daddy?” Aiden asked as Azriel fixed his tie in the mirror.

“I’m going out with Mrs.Y/L, you like her, right?” He pulled his son closer.

“Yes, she’s amazing.”

“Would you like it if she was Daddy’s girlfriend?” His little eyebrows furred and he looked confused.

“Will she be my mommy?” The words shattered his heart and he swallowed the lump in his throat, feeling his eyes burn, he knew Aiden probably missed his mother, he noticed how he would look to Feyre when Nyx called her mommy, Azriel knew he wanted, craved that too, and broke his heart not be able to give that to his son.

“Maybe in the future buddy, if she wants to.” His son nodded and Azriel fixed his hair, he dropped Den in the River House before meeting Y/N for dinner, the bouquet Elain prepared for him was almost slipping from his shaking fingers, Y/n was already there waiting for him, she smiled, getting up to greet him with a quick kiss, they shared their first kiss after their fifth date, and he couldn’t keep his hands to himself ever since, her lips were sweet and she fitted so perfectly against him, she was made for him.

“I want to ask you something.” Azriel had been building up the courage all night, Y/N dropped her spoon, her lips smudged with chocolate and he smiled at her, she was beautiful. “Will you be my girlfriend?” She almost jumped from her seat as she shook her head agreeing, he took her home that night, where they made love until sunrise.

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“Mrs. Mommy I need help.” Aiden’s voice sounded from somewhere behind her and she immediately turned around, seeing him shaking the glitter off his tiny fingers. Az had mentioned what happened between him and Den’s mom, and how he knew his son wanted a mother, she just didn’t expect that.

“Hi Den, what do you need?” He showed her his fingers glued together.

“My fingers are sticky.” She guided him to the sink.

“Let’s wash it then.” She said, then releasing the kids to their break. Azriel showed up like he did almost every day, he was holding a cup of coffee and some cookies for her.

“Hey love, what’s wrong?” He kissed her cheek and closed the door.

“Aiden called me mommy today. Mrs.Mommy to be precise.” She giggled a little.

“Shit.” Azriel didn’t want to pressure her to assume a motherly role to Den, but he also couldn’t exactly control these kinds of things. “I can talk to him if you want, tell him that you’re not his mom. He’ll understand.”

“I just don’t want him to be confused, I don’t know.” He hugged her. “I love him, just as much as I love you. Maybe tell him not to do it at school? Cuz the principal is already fuming that we’re dating.” He smiled.

“Maybe she’s jealous.” He joked and she laughed, she loved them really much. And her heart clenched hearing Den call her mommy. Maybe they could make this whole thing work.

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“You can’t catch me.” Aiden smirked, as Cassian chased him and Nyx, they were at a picnic with the inner circle, and Y/N was more than welcomed among them, they really liked her, she was getting really close to Feyre, the two were watching as the general pretended to be slower than the children. Den rushed to her, jumping on her lap and hiding from Cassian, while Azriel watched from afar. She looked at him, and it was like the whole world had come to a stop, she was the only thing holding him on earth, he had always assumed he was just lucky to have found someone so similar to him, and now he understood that it wasn’t luck, she was perfect for him because she was made for him, his mate, his equal, the love of his life.

She blinked too overwhelmed as she explored the newly found bond between them, she had suspected for a while that he might be her mate, she had hoped and she had prayed to the Mother that she was right, and there it was, glowing like a thousand suns, the mating bond tying them to each other for the eternity, finally everything was complete for them.

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A Sunny Outlook

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: After everything Andy has been through, his outlook on life is a bit jaded. Until you show up. Word Count: Almost 1.3k Warnings: Defending Jacob spoilers/Mix of canon and canon divergent (talk of divorce, child death), slight angst, opposites attract, future smut and feels (it's me), Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Tenth and final day of my Naughty & Nice Nonsense belongs to new couple, Grumpy and Sunny! Set in the same AU as Hottie and Sugar, I mixed up my list a bit and plan to share Thorn and Rose at a later date. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banner and moodboard by yours truly. Andy edit by the beautiful @randomagnes0210. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

If you would’ve told Andy Barber years ago that he’d be living his life today as a tattoo artist, he wouldn’t have believed you. He had his path carved out. Life didn’t care what people wanted though, no matter how hard they worked to get it.

“Um, Mr. Barber?” Jake called out to him from the desk.

"How many times have I told you to call me 'Andy'? For fuck's sake," Andy snapped.

"Sorry, Mr. Bar- Andy!"

Andy took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled. He didn't mean to snap at Jake. He was a good guy. One of the nicest around. It wasn't his fault he was in a bad mood.

Which was his mood most days.

"No, I'm sorry," he said.

He wasn’t always a jaded man. Though his dad had been in jail his entire life, he thankfully had a good childhood overall. It helped set him on his path to become a lawyer, as he wanted to help others. He also made a promise to himself to be a good father if that day would ever come. He thought he had that chance to make that dream a reality with his college sweetheart, Laurie.

As a lawyer, he enjoyed his work. It challenged him and helped him grow. It was also stressful depending on the case. Long hours and seeing some people at their worst didn’t always leave him in the best headspace. But he had his wife and they had their son, Jacob.

Life was good.

Until his world got a little darker.

“This isn’t working, Laurie.”

“No, it isn’t."

Andy couldn’t put his finger on why and he wasn’t sure if it was good or bad that Laurie was on the same page. Love took a lot of work and sometimes it wasn’t enough to make a marriage last. Not that they didn’t give it a try. They met with a counselor. Neither of them stepped out on each other. They wanted desperately to make it work for their kid.

But the loss of their son solidified the end of their marriage.

“Andy, I know you blame me.”

The thing is Andy didn’t put that on her. It was the bad weather that caused her to spin out of control. But she carried guilt for fighting with their son before the crash. It was something she couldn’t let go of.

The divorce was as ammicable as it could be, but it didn’t stop him from feeling like a failure. Work couldn’t distract him either. How was he expected to help people, some who were not even innocent, when he couldn’t help himself?

Tears filled his eyes as he sat in his empty house, trying to figure out what the hell was he supposed to do with his life. He didn’t want to go back into the office. He also didn’t want to drink himself to death. In a drunken stupor he called an old friend of his.

Steve Rogers.

One of the most honorable men Andy had the pleasure of knowing. While he went off to law school, Steve joined the army. The last he heard, he became a tattoo artist with another friend and army buddy, Bucky Barnes. He felt like an ass calling when he hadn’t reached out in so long, but the inebriated part of his brain didn’t process that.

“I don’t know what to do,” was all he said on the voicemail.

He woke up the next morning with a text message from Steve: “You any good at drawing?”

It was the beginning of his new chapter.

"You are never gonna get laid if you keep snapping at everyone," Hal winked as he walked by his chair.

"Get fucked," he said with only a hint of malice as Hal chuckled.

"I'm tryin'!"

"Give him a break," Steve said from his station, but he was smiling, too.

Like Jake, it was hard to get mad at a guy like Hal. A charming piercer who drifted from place to place before he met up with Steve and Bucky, he did some of the best work in the city. He was sure some came into the new shop just to hit on him.

"What is it, Jake?" he asked as he stood up and stretched.

"Your consultation is here about the sun tattoo," he explained, pushing his glasses further up on his nose. "Said she saw some of your work online."

Andy took another breath. He prided himself on the portfolio he built. It took him time to build and he didn't have as much clientele as Steve and Bucky, but he was slowly catching up. He was proud of the work he accomplished.

"Yeah, send her over," he said. He had a few minutes before his next appointment. "Thanks."

Jake rushed off before he could say another word, likely afraid he'd snap again. He'd have to apologize again later. He should've been happy. The opening of the shop went well. He liked his place in the city.

What the hell was his problem?

"Hi!"

Andy blinked when you stood in front of him. He wasn't used to seeing such a cheerful smile on someone’s face. Not directed at him, at least. He would've thought it was fake if not for the kindness in your eyes.

Ironic that you wanted a sun tattoo since he saw the world as much darker a long time ago.

Would the sun still shine in your eyes if I had you spread out under me?

Where the fuck did that thought come from?

He didn't lust after potential clients. He hadn't even done one night stand after Laurie. Why did seeing your happy, beautiful face make him want to change his mind?

Why did your smile get to him?

"Um, I can come back another time," you offered, as if you inconvenienced him by walking over.

The mere presence of you rendered Andy speechless until he remembered he had to speak.

"No, it's okay. Please, have a seat," he stood up to pull a chair over. "I'm Andy."

Your smile was back on your face as you gave him your name.

Beautiful, just like you.

"I just want to say real quick that I love your work,” you said as you took out your phone. “I can’t believe I was lucky enough to get in so quickly.”

"I appreciate that,” he said. The compliment meant a lot. “It’s a sun tattoo you want, right?"

“Yeah. My friends call me Sunny because I’m what they call a ‘big ball of sunshine’,” you explained.

“I can’t imagine why,” he deadpanned. You looked like you were trying to hold in a laugh as you set your phone down. “Something funny?”

“Do people tell you that you’re grumpy?” you asked curiously. "Or is it a requirement that at least half of the staff here have to look intimidating?"

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, but he wasn’t the least bit offended. “People tell me almost every day."

“I can’t imagine why,” you echoed with a smile.

"And if only half of us look intimidating, then we aren't doing our job."

“Don't worry. I won't tell," you mock whispered.

He actually smiled back at you before he frowned and cleared his throat. He refused to let you consume his thoughts, even if your bright aura began to chip away at his tough exterior. “Then why don’t you tell me more about your tattoo.”

He listened intently as you explained the kind of sun design you wanted and where. He had a feeling by the time he finished your consultation, he'd be in a much better mood. Even if he didn’t want to be. And your tattoo would be his best work yet.

Andy's world may be a bit brighter thanks to you. ❤️ Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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fortheloveoffanfic · 3 months

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Prettier When You're Mine

Dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Author’s Note: Two more chapters on this one

Summary: One year into working with a young, bright and beautiful junior prosecutor, Y/n, who bears an almost uncanny resemblance to Andy’s late wife, Laurie, he finds himself developing feelings for her. Though, when she brushes off his advances, Andy proves that he’ll do whatever it takes to recreate his family.

Disclaimer: 18+ This work contains dark themes, including stalking, dub-con, infidelity and manipulation. Read at your own discretion.

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Chapter 7

Weeks after her visit to Andy's house, Y/n makes an unsettling discovery and Andy reveals an even more sinister truth Warning: mentions of forced sex, mentions of stalking, possessiveness, mentions of pregnancy

Twelve weeks Later

Food poisoning. Stress. A newly developed food intolerance. Some sort of undiagnosed illness.

Off all the things that could have caused the wave of symptoms she’d been experiencing, two faint, pink lines on a little plastic stick was the last place Y/n figured she’d find her reasoning. Holding the edge of the bathroom counter in a white knuckled grip, she shut her eyes and bent her head. Sniffling softly, she felt a slow, warm trickle down her cheeks and it was a task in itself to quiet her sobs.

It wasn’t possible- it wasn't supposed to be possible.

Unless-

“Babe?” A knock on the locked bathroom door made Y/n jump, and hastily wiping at her eyes, she checked her reflection over while emitting a sound of encouragement. “I’m almost ready to leave-”

“Already?” After capping the test and shoving it into the waistband of the back of her pants, she pulled the door open abruptly, causing James- who had been leaning on it- to stumble forward a little. “I didn’t realize it was seven already.”

He glanced at his watch and flashed her a look of concern, “Its actually seven thirty,” reaching out, he cupped the side of her face and she tried to smile, hoping that the sting in her eyes would wait till he’d left. “You’re still sick?” He frowned deeply and then chuckled halfheartedly as he teased, “I thought you were better, you had half a pizza last night.”

Swallowing thickly, Y/n smiled faintly and laid her hand on his forearm, “I’m fine,” she lied. It was hard to keep it together, but the last thing Y/n wanted was to have to explain everything to James when she could hardly make sense of it all herself. “Its just um…my hair is being uncooperative.”

He didn’t look like he believed her, but played along anyway, “Looks great to me,” he bent his head a little too swipe a kiss off her lips. When he pulled away, James searched her eyes and furrowed his brows, “You’re sure that you’re okay?” He moved his hand to slip two fingers under her chin, “Because if you want to stay home, I’ll stay with you or-”

“I’m fine,” Y/n forced herself to smile, “Go to work,” she tiptoed and kissed him again.

He sighed, “Alright. Alright. And you’re sure you don’t want a ride?” Y/n shook her head in refusal, already deciding that she had other plans and wanting to get out of her current situation as soon as possible. “Okay,” his smile faltered, “Well I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah,” Y/n blinked quickly, barely holding it together, it was getting harder to lie to him by the second, and all she wanted was a few minutes to break down in peace, “Later.”

“Love you,” James said softly before kissing her one last time, and with a subtle, unnoticed break in her voice, Y/n returned;

“Love you too.”

Later that day

Letting out a long, slow breath, Y/n wrung her hands together. She was shaking in her shoes and barely holding it together; it felt like her whole life was falling apart while she’d been reduced to nothing more than a powerless spectator.

She was late to work that morning, having impulsively decided to detour to a local women’s clinic. A free one that time so she wouldn’t have to use insurance or her banking information- the last thing she needed was James finding out about it from anyone but her. It, up to the minute she’d seen the little grainy image on the blueish screen, Y/n had taken to calling the baby in her belly ‘it’. Because it wasn’t possible; it wasn’t supposed to be there. It was going to ruin everything.

But then she’d seen it and within a second, everything had changed. She fell in love.

And she was so scared of that love.

The nurse at the clinic had been alarmed by her very expressive outburst; loud wailing and messy tears. She’d asked if something had happened to put her in that situation, if she needed to see a social worker or wanted a pamphlet on termination. Y/n had refused both.

“Okay,” Y/n exhaled heavily, touching her lower stomach, “Let’s do this.”

Another breath.

Clenching her fist so tight she could feel her nails leaving crescent shaped bruises on her palms, Y/n knocked on the door. She would have just gone in, she wanted to, but Y/n also wanted to prolong her final moments spent in denial.

“Come in.”

Another breath. A bigger one.

Turning the knob, Y/n crept inside and shut the door behind herself. Her throat suddenly felt dry and when he looked up from his work, and when he flashed her an unsuspecting, innocent gaze she felt rage boil in her center. They hadn’t talked about what had happened at his house, Andy for one had seemed to have forgotten, making Y/n wonder if he’d been that drunk.

She’d even started wondering if it had all been a dream because how could he forget when she thought about it everyday?

“Y/n,” he folded his arms, “You’re-”

Late. For a lot of things.

“I know,” she cut him off hastily, “We need to talk.”

It might have been her tone, or just the weight of her words, but Andy sat up straighter, relaxing into the back of his chair and knitted his brows. Frowning, he asked, “What is it?” Y/n hesitated, and he though he encouraged her to sit, she remained standing, “Sweetheart if you don’t-”

“Please don’t call me that,” she cut him off hastily, shaking her head, “You have no idea-” Her voice broke with emotion and she sniffled loudly.

"Hey," Andy crooned, standing and crossing the floor to come near her. Though, when he reached to touch her face, Y/n filched, and his jaw tightened in response. With a scoff, he raised his hands in mock surrender and stepped away to lean on the edge of a bureau against the wall while she lingered near the chairs at his desk

Peeved by his reaction but still crippled with anxiety, Y/n whispered, “This is really important.”

“I wouldn’t know, you haven’t told me yet,” he shrugged and she wasn't sure if his disregard was coming from his annoyance with her or just the fact that he seemed to enjoy seeing her vulnerable. When she still didn’t speak, Andy started again, “I want to help you, but-”

“I’m pregnant,” she blurted out, refusing to look at him.

Andy huffed, straightening his back as his grip on the edge of cupboard loosened, “Congratulations.”

Lifting her head, her jaw dropped when she realized his apparent amusement, “No, you don’t understand,” Y/n explained in a panic, “I’m twelve weeks pregnant and....." For a moment, she considered telling him about James' infertility, but Y/n didn't think she wanted him to know that much about her personal life. "It doesn't matter," she shook her head, "You're probably the father." Most likely.

Andy scoffed a chuckle, “I know. How's that for your ten percent?”

Her lips quivered and Y/n felt like the room was spinning. As heavy breaths threatened to turn into a full on panic attack, she reached for the back of the closest chair for support. “What?”

“I know,” Andy repeated, licking his lips before he stood, slipping his hands into the pockets of his black trousers, “I know...everything. About James; the accident and his……little problem.”

Slapping her hand to her mouth, Y/n emitted a choked sob. “Oh my god,” her words were muffled into her palm, “You knew.” Andy came to stand behind her, laying one hand on her shoulder while the other snaked around to flatten on her stomach. There wasn’t a visible bump there yet, but there was a distinct firmness that she’d only started noticing earlier the last week.

“Don’t touch me,” as a whirlpool of emotions engulfed her, Y/n shoved him off, “How did you know?”

A car wreck when he was sixteen temporarily left James paralyzed from the waist down and had permanently left him unable to have children. He’d been up front about the whole thing when they’d first started getting serious, and they’d even had a battery of tests run after they’d moved in together, just to be sure. For years, Y/n had promised, him and herself, that she didn’t care that they would never have biological children, and for years, it was true. She was okay with it being just the two of them for the rest of their lives, she was okay with adoption if they ever decided to have children.

But then she’d seen that couple at the doctor’s office and the most intense mixture of jealousy and heartbreak had overwhelmed her to the point of wondering if she actually was okay with never being able to get pregnant, or if she was just going along with it because she loved him.

“Give a dirty cop three thousand dollars and he’ll show you the world,” Andy taunted, reaching out to touch her face and clicking his tongue when she slapped his hand away, “You don’t have to be upset, I'm giving you what you want.”

“I didn’t want it like this!” She laid a hand over her stomach protectively, “You can’t do this to me, I’ll-”

“You’ll what?” Andy stepped forward to box her in, “Have a abortion? I know you don’t want that, else you wouldn’t be here right now. And don't you think for a second that you’re gonna pass my baby off as his.”

“Who’s to say you can stop me from doing either?”

The thought had crossed her mind when she determined that Andy was her baby’s father; she could lie to James and let him think they’d run into a miracle, or she could have an abortion at the women’s clinic and move on with her life. But Andy was right, she wanted that baby and lying to James for the rest of their lives wasn’t something she could bring herself to do. Their relationship had been built on trust and honesty, if they raised that child together and he somehow found out that it wasn’t his, he’d be devastated and everything they had would be ruined.

And Andy deserved to know that he had a baby out there, at least, that was the fact that Y/n had convinced herself of on the cab ride over to the office.

In an instant, Andy had her by the neck, holding her against the door. His grip wasn't tight enough to completely cut off her air, but it was firm and hurt. “You won’t,” Andy snarled, letting her throat go in favor of grabbing the the neckline of her blouse and pulling her up to his face, “You get rid of this baby and I will fucking kill you,” he shoved her against the door again, eliciting a frightened gasp, “And you tell him that its his, or try to run away or do whatever that brilliant little mind of yours can come up with and I will hunt you down and kill him with my bare hands. And you will never see this child again.”

“Why are you doing this?” She shuddered, voice quiet and scared.

He was proving to truly be a monster. To be all the things she’d heard about him; the kind of man that could raise a murderer- because he was capable of being one himself.

When he let her blouse go, his demeanor shifted completely. With newfound gentleness, Andy's eyes softened and he smoothed his hand over the wrinkles on her blouse. Trailing his fingers down her body he stopped to cradle the front of her hips, thumbs rubbing slow circles in the area a couple inches below her navel. “How can you ask me that?” He frowned, “I’m doing this for you- for our family. I just want our family back.”

A hitched noise contained in her throat followed the return of a thought she’d had back at his house; it was never about her. “I’m not her, I’m not Laurie.”

Andy’s long lashes fluttered as his gaze flitted to meet hers, “You’re not,” he agreed, touching her face gently, “You’re so much better. She was weak and stupid. She killed my baby boy,” he leaned his forehead against hers and while she was scared to the point of her blood running like ice water, Y/n didn't dare move away, “But you’ll protect our baby, I know it. You'll be such a good wife and an even better mother, I knew it from the moment we met.”

“I love my fiancee,” she whimpered.

“No,” his mood shifted suddenly and Andy grabbed her by the shoulders, holding Y/n to the door, though not violently. “I see the way you look at me. You feel the same way I do,” he pressed urgently, “This is the way its supposed to be.”

“This the way you made it,” Y/n counted fearfully.

He scoffed, bemused again, “Call it divine intervention.” Though his grip on her shoulders was bruising, Andy used his thumb to trace affectionate circles into the fabric of her coat, "Now,” his tone dropped again, “I’ve told you what happens if you make the wrong decisions. So you’re going to do as I say, and we’re going to fix this, together.”

#chris evans #andy barber #chris evans x reader #andy barber x reader #defending jacob #fanfic #chris evans fanfic #chris evans x you #andy barber x you #prettier when you're mine #prettier when you're mine chapter 7

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strawberriescherrieskiwi · 1 month

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How would each character react if you slapped them + feyd. Love the dune 2 scene

I loved that scene as well. Chani is my girlfriend in my mind now

A lot of these got sexual so sorry if that isn't what you meant.

Paul

You were fighting about him letting the power get to his head. His mother had burrowed her ideas so far down you barely recognized Paul.

You were ready to leave and never return and he wanted to stop you so he used the voice on you. You both froze and then Paul is in front of you apologizing and you slap him. Once, twice, and then a third time.

He knows he deserved it and begs you to hit him again and again until you forgive him. Of course, the more you hit him and the more he takes it the more turned on you both become until you shove him to the ground tearing his clothes off and riding his cock.

Feyd

Feyd is being well Feyd. He's cocky and bragging about how anyone would be lucky to have him the way you do. And goes on and on about all the people he slept with. And he started to rank them.

You are mostly ignoring him, used to his self-pissing contest until he mentioned the name of someone close to you. and when you asked him just when he slept with them and he mentioned recently you slapped him. So hard his head turns. He chuckles and slowly turns to stare at you. "So you want to do that again?" It's a threat, partly playful and partly serious.

And you go to do it again, but he catches your wrist, twisting it behind your body and pressing you against the wall. "Fuck you fire turns me on."

"Fuck you," you said in anger. Which is the wrong thing since he is already pulling your dress up your hips and ripping your underwear down. "With pleasure. You know you outrank them all," he tells you as he thrusts into you in one go.

"I better be."

Laurie

Laurie is shocked, upset, and confused. He doesn't know what part of his words upset you but an apology is already on his tongue. "I'm sorry. Goodness, I'm sorry. Forgive me, my love."

You are still mad and your hand aches but so does your heart when you see the red mark on his face and the tears in his eyes. "I shouldn't have hit you," you said. "I am sorry."

He doesn't care because he knows if you hit him it is for good reason. He just takes you into his arms and mumbles apologies and forgiveness in your neck.

Hal

"Oh, I had no idea we were playing games today," he would say with a smirk, grabbing your wrist and pulling you until you crashed into his chest. "Is it my turn to spank you now?" The fight was long forgotten as his cock hardened in his pants.

"I'm mad at you. let me go," you say struggling against him but he doesn't let go just smirks down at you and swats your behind. "Your turn, slap me again." He would order.

Lee

He's stunned and turned on. He touches his cheek to make sure that actually happened. "Umm, I know you are upset, but I have never been harder in my life," he would blurt out. Killing all the anger in the room.

Wonka

It's during sex with you riding his cock and him moaning so prettily. He is flushed a beautiful shade of pink but you have the desire to see him red and without thinking you hit him.

You froze and are apologizing profusely. He, of course, hears none of it as he is taking in what happened and then he is throwing his head back moaning louder than ever between and cumming inside of you. "Again. Again. Again," he would beg.

Kyle

He nodded as he chuckled. He would be more surprised if you didn't hit him. "That's fair, really fucking fair," he would say before turning back to you. "Do you feel better, kitten?" He would ask grabbing your waist.

You would pout and look away from him but don't fight his hold. Kyle laughs again and pinches your waist causing you to yip. "You can hit me and ignore me. If we are getting physical at least let me your angry eyes. Do you want to hit me again. I'll let you. Just know that I will get a turn after, but you'll need to get across my lap for it."

"I hate you," you mumbled.

"I love you too," he replied.

Elio

Tears. There is nothing but tears when you hit Elio. He is hard and pressed against a tree, moaning too loudly to not get caught so you hit him and don't hold back. You know he likes the pain even if he doesn't admit it.

He moaned and sobbed you would hit him again but it doesn't help. Not until you have to take off your underwear and push it into his mouth, but his eyes are still begging to get hit again.

#timothée chalamet #paul atreides x reader #paul atreides #feyd rautha x reader #feyd rautha #laurie laurence x reader #laurie laurence #prince hal x reader #lee x reader #lee bones and all imagines #willy wonka #willy wonka x reader #kyle scheible x reader #kyle scheible #elio perlman #elio perlman x reader

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jameswilsonmybeloved · 4 months

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Spoilers: ending of House md

It's comforting to me to know that Hugh Laurie said House was not long for this world as well, and the director and others saying that season 8 would be the last.

Wilson is always there. He'll leave sometimes, or won't be there for a couple of episodes (months or a year in House timelime), but he comes back. It is clear throughout the story that there is no House without Wilson. House cannot exist without Wilson in the narrative, and it's beautiful that the show ends with the both of them riding off into the sunset. Season 9 cannot exist because if Wilson isn't there, then House won't be either.

#I'm a firm believer that House likely dies along with Wilson #It makes me so sad to believe that but I think it's in character #even though an ending where he's a doctor in a small village living out the rest of his life is nice but I dont think it would go that way #he's killed himself legally and only let one person know of his survival #Their story is over in five months or less from the end of the season #its tragic and beautiful #house md #hilson #house md spoilers

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cinnamonpinkwink · 8 months

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Too Little Too Late.

Ellie X Fem Reader

One shot

Angst/possible part two?

Synopsis: reader was always in love with Ellie, but Ellie only had eyes for your older sister. Life moves on and once you think you’ve moved on, someone has to come back and ruin it.

AN: I watched little women, and I thought that the yearning in that one scene with Amy and Laurie was so good, wanted to write it for a modern take … but make it lesbian!

Enjoy! ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

Cinn

Growing up it was like you were never taken seriously, well, you were the youngest child. You have a older sister, Fallen, who is the beauty of the family, now don’t get me wrong! You weren’t ugly, far from it, but everyone in subtle ways would always compare the two of you.

Fallen wasn’t an evil older sister, she took you along everywhere, never once complained when your mother would never allow her out without taking you. You loved your sister, but you couldn’t help but have a small distaste for her.

And the reason for that, was due to one single person, Ellie Williams.

Ellie and Fallen were best friends, ever since the age of eight they were attached to the hip. You were only a year younger, and would play around with them, but Ellie never took you seriously, you were always “Fallen’s little sister” and nothing more.

As the years went by, you had gotten the obvious hint that Ellie was in love with Fallen, she would blush when she was around, kick her feet when Fallen would be too busy talking about who knows what. And yet, Fallen had no clue, she was oblivious to her feelings, as Ellie was oblivious to yours.

You were in love with Ellie,

Ellie was in love with Fallen,

And Fallen was Fallen.

Life was continuing as normal, you three had grown up a bit and were now in senior and junior year, everything was moving as usual, that was until Ellie decided to confess her feelings.

It was a normal sunshine day until it began to rain, you were up in your room doing your math homework, cursing yourself because you had messed up on the equation once again, but something from the window leading to the backyard caught your eye.

It was Ellie and Fallen, they seemed to be talking, but it looked more..upsetting.

You watched as Ellie was trying to say something to a very distraught Fallen, who was shaking her head, completely upset over something. You opened the window, hoping to hear what they were discussing about but the rain was getting heavier and heavier that it was imposible to even catch a single word that would come out of their mouths.

The only thing you could hear was Fallen repeatedly saying sorry, while Ellie cried, in which broke your heart. With a quick swift, you left your room, rushing downstairs to figure out what was happening.

You saw Ellie come into the house, completely soaking wet, “what happened?” You softly muttered, but Ellie ignored you, rushing out of the house and closing the door with a bit of hesitance. Walking close to the slide in door, you watched your sister sit down on the outside couch, holding her head in her hands.

“Fallen, are you okay?” You spoke gently, trying to not upset your sister more, she looked up with tears in her eyes, she laughed softly and shrugged. “Ellie and I aren’t friends anymore.” She said sadly, you rushed to her side and gave her a hug, not caring that she was completely drench from the rain.

At the moment, all you could think about was your sister, but as the night had came you were thinking of Ellie. The sight of her crying made your heart ache, and the way she completely shrugged you off when you asked if she was okay, that stung too.

Once Fallen had composed herself a few weeks later, she had explained that she still loved Ellie, just not in the way she wanted. Ellie had came out two years before, you knew Ellie had a thing for Fallen, so it wasn’t shocking to you, however Fallen was completely blindsided, said she ‘didn’t know’.

“I’m sure this will blow over, and you’ll be back to being friends again.” You patted your sisters back, trying to comfort her, but she shook her head, “she said she’d rather us be strangers then friends. So no, it won’t blow over.” Fallen sighed, but she quickly put a smile on her face and patted your head, “I’ll be okay.” You nodded, and you knew she was, but would Ellie be?

And just as Fallen said, they became strangers, and once they became strangers, Ellie and you were strangers.

You’d pass her in the hall, trying to avoid her eyes, it was all working well, until you had stumbled upon her washing her hands in the sink.

You looked away as fast as you could, hurriedly going into a stall to finish your business, and when you had come out to wash your hands, there she was leaned on the counter, as if she was waiting for you.

It was silent as you pushed some soap onto your hands, until she spoke, “I just wanted to say, im sorry if I made thinks awkward between you and I.” You nodded your head, trying not to look at her, so your eyes stayed on your hands that were too busy spreading out the soap.

“Yeah..” was all you could respond, “I just hope you understand, I mean- one day you’ll fall in love and.. it’ll hurt when they don’t feel the same way.” She explained, you had finally washed off the soap and began to dry it off with paper towels.

“Trust me, I know how it feels.” You finally built up the courage and looked into her beautiful green eyes, “bye Ellie.” Was all you can mutter as you left her alone in the bathroom.

Once the school year was over, Fallen had gotten into her dream school, which was a four hour plane ride away. The last time you had seen Ellie was her graduation day, who was taking pictures with her then girlfriend Cat, it made your blood boil, but you sucked it up to enjoy the day for your sister.

Senior year was a hassle, and you had gotten into your dream college, and before you knew it you were off to fend for yourself and everything was beginning to finally make sense. The crush you had for Ellie was completely gone, and a new one was formed, on a guy this time.

The crush formed once you became friends with a guy named Harry, he was sweet, patient, and didn’t view you as an extension from your sister, he knew you for you.

“So, what you gonna do for winter break?” He inhaled his cigarette, letting the smoke fall out of his lips into the winter air, “visit home, probably hang out with some of my old friends.” You watched him, everything about him was perfect, minus the fact he smoked.

“Same, can’t wait to eat my moms home cooking, the food here taste like ass.” He joked as you laughed, it had gone a bit silent, you noticed him staring at you, “so- anyone you got back at home?” He asked, you shook your head, “no~ what about you?”

He thought for a moment, but shook his head, “nah..don’t got time for that, just wanna focus on myself.” You nodded your head, although you were disappointed, you couldn’t do a thing about his feelings.

“Yeah, same.” You lied, hoping he didn’t catch the hint of sadness in your voice.

Winter break had finally came and you were finally back at home, Fallen was coming in a few days, so that meant you had the whole house to yourself every morning. Nothing was out of usual, besides the new truck your father had gotten, said he had hired someone to help him fix it up, even mentioned that they’d be stopping by one of these days.

Little did you know it was today, and the someone was..

“Hey.” Ellie said breathily, your eyes wide in shock, you hadn’t seen her for a couple of years, and the way she changed was.. very noticeable.

“Oh- hi.” You stuttered and moved over so she could come in, “the car and tools are in the garage, but the big door is broken, we have to fix it.” You explained as you showed her the door to the side entrance to the garage, in which she chuckled.

“What?” You asked softly, she just shrugged, “I’ve been here many times, I know where it is.” She chuckled, in which you grew red. “Sorry..” she hummed, “was I that forgettable?” She joked, opening the door, showing off the muscles she had gained.

“No.” You muttered, she just gave a nod and went inside the garage, you had began to pace around the living room, wondering how she was, and so with a giant sigh you decided to go check her the car out, and see how it was going.

“Hey, everything good?” You brought her a cup of hot coco, she gladly took it from your hand and muttered a thanks, “And yeah, the car looks great, just have to..” she trailed off, looking at your face.

“Are you, wearing makeup?” She whispered, as she inspected your face even closer, “uh- yeah.” She hummed in response, “so, how you been?” She asked, taking another sip from her cup. “I’ve been great, schools perfect, what about you?” You asked with genuine curiosity.

Ellie chuckled, “I’ve been great, been working at Joel’s shop, says it’s all mine when he passes.” She rolled her eyes, “that’s great! I’m glad you are doing fine. Hows Cat?” Oh you knew how Cat was, you stalked Ellie a bit after you had left, and found out they had broken up.. of course Ellie didn’t know you knew, you just wanted to hear her say it.

“Oh- yeah nah, Cat and I are done.” She said with a shrug, “anyone new?” You were suddenly persistent, she chuckled setting the mug down near a table, “what’s this twenty questions?” She joked, causing you to nod, she bit her lip, not sure if she should say it, but gave in with a shrug.

“There’s actually one person I’ve been thinking about.” You smiled, but inside you were screaming in agony, which pissed you off, since you thought you had gotten over her. “What about you?” She said with a bit of a hush tone.

“Oh.. there’s this guy.” You said, you couldn’t tell but her demeanor tensed a bit, “a guy?” You nodded, not noticing the snarky tone she had spat out, “yeah- his name is Harry, he’s cool.” She nodded a bit, sucking her teeth, you watched as she put down her tools, and grabbed a rag and walked over to where you stood.

“He your boyfriend?” She finally looked into your eyes, in which you looked at the floor, it was like a reflex, “no..” you tailed off, picking at the chipped paint from your nails. “Why not?” She asked, getting closer and closer, making your heart beat so fast.

“I don’t know..” you lied, in which she scoffed, “I think we both know why.” Your eyes looked up at her, she was so close, looking down at you with those eyes of hers. “What are you doing?” You whispered, causing her to hold onto your arms, “what I should of done a long time ago.” She began to lean in closer, her lips almost touching yours, that was until you pushed her off.

“No.” You said, holding onto your now heated face, turning your back to her.

“Yes.” She said in a whisper like tone, trying to turn you back to face her, but you frantically hit her hands away.

“Stop it.” You said as tears began to build up, “why?” She asked, “why? You are asking me why?” You scoffed, feeling the pent up secret you had for years finally spilling out, “I have loved you for years- and all you could ever think about was Fallen-“

“But-“

“And I was nothing to you, I was just Fallen’s little sister.” You cut her off, your heart felt like it was being twisted, “and now- that I’m ov-“ you felt tears starting to fall, “now that I like someone else you wanna come and ruin it.” Ellie looked sad, her breathing was heavy and looked like she was about to cry.

“I’m not gonna be the one you settle with just because you can’t have my sister.” Ellie didn’t say anything, she just shook her head as she looked at the ground, “I’m not gonna.” You stated, the front door opened and the sing- song voice of your fathers echoed, “hello?” He sang, causing you to break from the spot you stood.

Ellie muttered your name, hoping it would get you to turn back around, to run into her arms, to change your mind, anything.

But you just walked out, rushing up to your room.

Part two

#ellie the last of us #ellie williams #ellie x y/n #ellie williams tlou #ellie x reader #ellie x fem reader #ellie tlou #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #fanfic #the last of us #lgbt pride #lgbtq

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sunfyresrider · 9 months

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First Love/Late Spring - Chapter One

Lo'ak Sully x Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Summary: You would do anything he asked if he said he loved you, but his heart belonged to someone else. Tags: Angst, unrequited love, miscommunication, arranged marriages, fluff, Lo'ak being Lo'ak, sibling jealously. I think that covers it but if I missed anything lmk! Translations: Lor - beautiful, Sa'nu - mama, Evi - child, Skxawng - idiot, Kehe - no, Sanhi - bioluminescent freckles Author's Note: First time writing for this boy/fandom, so critiques are welcomed. This was heavily inspired by Amy x Laurie's relationship in Little Women and Mitski's song (the title of the fic)

“What is wrong?” Lo’ak inquired, watching you pace inside of your marui. You forgot his presence inside your tent, too busy letting your thoughts consume you. “I am a failure,” you huffed out. You had never been as good as your sister at little things, you blamed it on your big fingers.

She was better at you than everything, always the jewel in your mother's eye. Tsireya could bead, braid, heal, sing, dance and was exceptional at all of it. Her personality was so soft, kind, gentle and wise… Everything the future Tshaik needed to be. It was no wonder the boy you admired from afar preferred her., You probably would too.

You weren’t jealous, at least that’s what you told yourself, It was never her fault. There were perks to being second born: lack of expectations, no overbearing parents, and freedom to do almost anything you wanted. Your mother was still encouraging you to mate with Txayì, seeing as you were the last of your siblings to be promised to someone.

He was an amazing friend, thoughtful, attentive and extremely dutiful. Txayì always did what was asked of him with no complaints, something you could not fathom doing. In truth, he was far too good for you, and he deserved someone who wasn’t pining after someone she could not obtain.

You’ve loved Lo’ak since he first arrived at your village seven long years ago, running from the sky people who hunted his family. He wasn’t a mighty warrior like his brother nor was he outwardly charming like his father, but he had a strong heart. Lo’ak brought excitement to your life, adventures you would have never dared to go on before his arrival.

His human nature, jokes and quirks, are what made him so endearing. You loved his lopsided smile that curved upwards when he found something amusing, the way he used his hands when he talked. It was no secret that your eyes followed him when he walked by, that his voice made your heart flutter or the way his dark hair fell into his eyes.

If Lo’ak asked you to jump off of a cliff with him, you doubted that you’d have the sense of mind to reject him. Thinking of him in this way made your heart ache, an invisible pressure on your chest that refused to abate. It was your feelings for him that made you miserable for most of your life. Your crush that you buried, unable to move forward with any other man as long as he lived. You would never want to confess it; he was in love with your sister.

Every moment they spent together slowly broke down your resolve, your infatuation growing into something you couldn't ignore anymore. It seemed Ewya took noticed and decided to ease your torture, cease the pain momentarily. Tsireya had found a mate, one that both of your parents adored. She seemed to have no quarrels about marrying him and leaving Lo’ak behind.

Both of you were destined to never be able to be with the ones your heart desired. “I am no mighty warrior, amazing singer or dancer. I am mediocre at best… at literally everything.” You turned on your heel, outstretched your arms, “Tsireya can do it all, sing, dance, braid, heal and everything a Tsahik should be. Aonung is a great hunter and warrior, destined to be Olo'eyktan. I’m just the second born, forgotten child with no clear path.”

You lowered your arms to your side and let out a sigh, trying to find some air that wasn't saturated with the weight of your troubles., You were hopeless. “You know, you are way funnier than both. You could be a comedian or jewelry maker- ow!” You slapped his hand, stern eyes boring into him. “I’m being serious, Lo’ak… what’s a comedian?”

He rubbed his hand, acting like it was actually injured and not just a playful slap. “It’s a human thing. Listen, I think you’re grossly underestimating how cool you are.” You scrunch your brows at his comment, not sure if you were being complimented or insulted.

Lo'ak's expression turned serious, watching your features closely, “I’ve been second best to Neteyam all my life and after the incident with Payakan my future isn’t looking too bright either.” He pressed his lips together, a forlorn look in his eyes, the one you grew up seeing whenever his brother's name was mentioned.

You let out a deep sigh, “but you swore he isn’t evil right? When the clan realizes you’re telling the truth, you could be known as the first Ttulkun rider and become legend… I want to be great or nothing at all.” Lo’ak‘s brows furrowed together, “so you believe mating with Txayì will bring you to greatness?”

“Don’t make fun. I think it would make my parents proud of me at least.” You watched him cross his arms across his chest and pout, it was incredibly cute. “Odd coming from someone who spits in the face of tradition.” You scoffed and gave him an incredulous look, “I do not spit in the face of tradition... Why do you care anyway?”

Lo'ak paused for a second, seeming to mull over his thoughts before answering. "I have no issue with it as long you love him.” You sucked in a breath, a sharp pain shooting through your chest. Lo’ak cocked his head to the side, noticing your expression, and quickly added, "and it doesn't seem like you do, not from your reaction."

“And do you have someone else in mind, O' wise one?” You crossed your arms and peered down at him with a smirk. “I’m just saying, If you really think you'll never amount to anything then why not mate with me. Like you said… I’m gonna be the first Tulkan rider.”

Your cheeks were beginning to heat up and you looked away from his gaze. He was joking but you were unable to hide the small flicker of hope that bloomed inside your chest. Your heart started to beat faster, the idea of marrying Lo'ak was enticing, something that would have never occurred to you before now.

You noticed Lo'ak had been more touchy than normal, flirtier even, but you blamed it on the lack of attention he was receiving from your sister. He didn't have any other options and your heart was fragile at the moment, so you played it off as nothing more than a joke. He would always belong to your sister, and you would never be able to hold a candle to her. “I should have known not to come to you with serious matters.” You gave him a disapproving look before continuing.

You stalked forward, picking up the beaded top you made just days earlier. It was a mixture of beautiful blues and white shells, a necklace honestly too beautiful to be worn by you. “Help me fasten this before I have to go.” You were happy to change the subject and focus on anything else.

Lo'ak walked forward, his body moving slowly like he was testing the waters, his fingers grazing your back. His touch sent chills down your spine and butterflies in your stomach. You tried to focus on the task at hand, you're a big girl and you're not a child anymore. “Why are you wearing something like this?”

Lo’ak’s head hovered above yours, his voice deep, reverberating within you. It was impossible to not feel the heat of his breath as it cascaded down your neck, his hands still on your back, gently running along the edge of your tunic. You cleared your throat, pulling away from him and twirling around. “I made it yesterday, what do you think?”

“it’s beautiful… you’re beautiful,” his voice trailed off, his gaze was soft and full of something you could not place. It wasn't lust or adoration, more longing than anything else. “Thank you, Lo’ak.” You whispered, almost unable to get the words out of your mouth. You shook your head, forcing yourself back into reality. “I have to go help my mother; I’ll see you soon yeah?” He gave you a soft smile and quick nod before opening the flap to let you leave.

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The return of the Tulkun signaled the return of clear skies and calm seas. Your spirit sister, Äiä, had grown even larger since her last visit. This year she was speaking to you about the next breeding cycle, deciding it was time for her to bear her first calf. You were excited for her, proud of how far she’s come from the lonely calf who stuck to her mother’s fin.

She was known for being the most dutiful yet filled with mischief she only showed to you. You spoke to Äiä about your own love life, seeking comfort in your sister. Of course, she preferred the boy who did not bond with the outcast. It was as if Ewya had planned it this way, not allowing you the luxury of happiness.

Even though you spent hours beneath the water with her, it still never felt as if it was long enough. Soon the morning sun faded into hues of purple and orange, signaling the night's approach. You wanted nothing more than to escape into the ocean and be with her.

However, your clan had other plans. You made your way to the mats, already prepared for the night, an empty place set for you next to Txayì. The arrival of the Tulkuns was celebrated every year, a moderately large feast and an abundance of music learned from Ewya herself.

The food was always welcome and the atmosphere always lively, a nice break from the monotony of daily life. “How was your spirit sister?” Txayì asked, his smile soft yet excited as he sat down next to you. You gave him a small smile, “she is well and hoping for a calf by next year.” He let out a hm, placing a palm on his chin.

"That's amazing, I hope she has a successful mating season." He answered, “I’m assuming you are wanting to follow her suit?” His voice was casual but there was a twinge of nervousness behind it. That was good, you didn’t enjoy overconfidence in men.

"Perhaps, if that is what Ewya wills.” You responded with a shrug. Txayì gave you a soft nod and a small smile. You’re returned to tearing the fish on your plate apart, staring at the Sulli family sitting across the fire. Lo’ak was staring right back, giving you a sly grin.

You rolled your eyes and gave him a quick wave, only causing him to smirk more. Neteyam grasped his neck, whispering something in his ear with a huge grin plastered on his face. Lo'ak scoffed and playfully pushed Neteyam, sending him into a fit of giggles. You shook your head, forcing yourself to look away from them.

"I think you should start the evening with a dance,” your mother nodded in the direction of the man next to you, it was not a suggestion and more of a command. You begrudgingly rose from your mat and stepped over Txayì, your hand grazed his own as you walked by him, an invitation for you to join him for a dance.

You spun around with a wide smile, outstretching your arms preparing to move. The sounds of the flute and drums sending vibrations through you. You closed your eyes, enjoying the beats of the music as it filled your ears. Your body started to move on its own accord, moving with the music.

Dancing was like swimming, the rhythm flowing through you as the water did, pushing and pulling you to where it desired. You let it carry you, jumping and twirling in its current. Your movements were fluid and elegant as you continued to move with the beat. Txayì’s eyes seemed to be transfixed, captivated by the sight.

You smiled genuinely as you continued your dance, it felt like an outpouring of your soul. He was not as bad of a dancer as you thought, vastly more graceful than Ao’nung who was tripping over his feet in the corner. You felt someone's gaze on your back, eyes watching all of your moves.

Your feet spun you around, staring back at the person who was disrupting your dance. Your smile faltered when you realized it was Lo'ak, his face shrouded in an unknown emotion. You followed his eyes to the man behind you, staring back at him with the same intensity.

"Who is that?" Txayì asked, his voice low and his tone laced with suspicion. "Lo’ak," you replied, shifting your gaze back to Lo'ak who was now getting up to leave the excitement. You sucked in a breath and met his gaze, placing a hand on his arm. "I’ll be right back."

You chased after Lo’ak, following him further outside the village. His movements began to slow as he reached the tree groves. "What are you doing?" You huffed, trying to keep up with him. "Lo'ak, wait for me," you tried again. “What is your problem?” You snapped at him, planting your feet in the sand.

He finally glanced at you, his gaze softening ever so slightly. "Nothing,” He muttered, turning around to walk away. "Stop being a brat and talk to me," you grasped his arm, pulling him so he was forced to look at you. He took a deep breath, raising his head as if praying to Ewya for strength. "I don't like him," His lips formed into a small pout, reminding you of a child. “Who?”

"Txayì," he scoffed, “the golden boy,” he mocked. You furrowed your brows together, "what has he done to spurn you?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I don’t believe he’s right for you and you’re wasting both your time trying.” Your hand dropped back to your side, face losing its once worried expression,

“I genuinely do not understand your sudden interest in who I mate with,” you said unamused. He gave you a deep frown and a sigh, his eyes drifting down to your chest. His fingers moved upwards to trace the beads concealing your chest, “this is the one you made earlier, yes?”

Your body tensed, the air between the two of you shifting into something more serious, “Yes but don’t change the subject.” He didn't answer your question, his fingers gently tugging at the necklace around your neck. “It looks really good on you.” You sucked in a breath, your eyes following his.

“You are deflecting,” you said, trying to hold your ground. “Do you really like him,” Lo'ak asked, his voice so soft, it was almost inaudible. His eyes stayed low as he gazed at you, a silent plea behind them. “I haven’t given it much thought,” you started, meeting his stare.

"Not as much as my mother likes him, that’s for sure,” you grinned. Lo'ak smirked back, the air between you once again becoming lighter. "She does have interesting taste in mates," he smiled to himself. You giggled with him, his demeanor changing from somber to cheerful in an instant. "Was that all that bothered you?”

“Nah. you lied and told me you sucked at dancing like me, but you made everyone else look like real fish out of water.” You laughed at his childish remark. It wasn't often you laughed that hard, a pleasant sound leaving your lips. He smiled at you, his gaze softening as his eyes studied your features. “Ah, I see,” you said, tapping your fingers on your chin.

“You’re just jealous I’m better than you,” you teased. His lips parted in an offended gasp, “no way, not even close. You’ve never even danced with me before.” You giggled as his hand went to his chest. "Oh, great Lo'ak, you humble me." You bowed before him, exaggerating your movements.

"Stop with the theatrics and dance with me already." He moved forward, taking ahold of your hands. "Your jokes are always terrible." You let out another laugh as he began leading. "Better than your pickup lines at least," you joked. His hands went to grip your waist, lifting you up in the air and spinning once. You squealed, he laughed in return, “you’ve never even heard them before!”

"I didn't need to hear them, I know you too well," you giggled. Lo’ak grasped your hands again, pulling you around in a circle. “This is a human dance! Much more advanced than what you were doing,” he declared. You rolled your eyes, trying not to focus on how warm his hands felt as they held you.

"Whatever you say," you continued to laugh, moving along with him. The two of you twirled around the area, his smile becoming a permanent feature on his face. You noted a few things about human dancing, it was sporadic and spontaneous, you touched each other continuously throughout it, and it was joyful and lighthearted. You had not noticed it before but the music that filled the village seemed to fade, the only sounds being those from your lips. The rest of the world was drowned out as you continued to dance, his body moving with yours, never separating.

You hadn't noticed your surroundings, not until you stumbled into the base of the tree. He moved to steady you, but his balance was far off as well, knocking into you as you stumbled backwards. You let out a sharp gasp, gripping onto his arm for support as you hit the ground.

He hovered over you, his tail twisted under your leg and his knees incasing you. “I thought you said you were a good dancer,” you groaned. You gazed up at him, his features illuminated by the moonlight, his eyes widened, and his lips parted. "Huh?”

Lo’ak looked ethereal in the lighting of twilight, his sanhì decorating his face. The air between you shifted, the heat radiating off his body shrouding you. His eyes followed yours down to his lips, your labored breaths synchronizing. It was as if you were in a trance, the world around you becoming nonexistent. You had long since stopped moving, entranced by his presence, his scent surrounding you. He began to lean in closer, his eyes beginning to flutter shut.

“Little bro! Where did you run off to?!” Neteyam’s voice startled you both. You jerked your head away from him, pushing him off of you as you rose to your feet. Lo'ak sighed in frustration, a hand going to his face, rubbing it gently, “over here, bro!”

Neteyam rushed up to the two of you, his gaze switching between the two of you, an amused grin on his face. You stood up, fixing your braid that had fallen out of place. “Neteyam,” you nodded, “I’m going to go back before my mother sends a search party.”

Neteyam moved aside, giving you space to walk past him, his gaze still stuck on Lo'ak. "I see you are taking my brotherly advice," he giggled, glancing at his brother. Lo'ak looked up at Neteyam and groaned, falling back into the sand. “You are a cockblock."

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Ronal roughly pulled her fingers through your hair, untangling the knots that had formed overnight. You stared out of the Marui, watching the rain drops disrupt the water, the sky was darkening, a major storm brewing. "Ma evi, you have the unruliest hair out of the clan,” she huffed.

“Can you braid it this time, sa‘nu?” She gave you a quick nod and kept running her fingers through your hair. Your eyes traveled to the horizon, watching Lo’ak attempting tricks with his ilu. Your siblings and all three of his observing him, Ao’nung no doubt goading him on.

He was so reckless sometimes, always pushing his luck. If something happened to Lo'ak you wouldn't know how you'd cope with the loss. You may just pray Ewya takes you with him instead. You glanced down at the necklace that hung around your neck, a sharp pain shooting through your chest.

The past few nights you’ve been haunted by the memory of the other night, the huge mistake you almost made while in a daze.

Lo'ak was everything you wanted, yet so far out of your grasp, too far to reach. You were terrified, your future with Txayì was decided, yet your heart still pined for Lo'ak. However, as you watched him interact with your sister, the radiant smile adorning her face, his own just as bright as the sun, you knew the truth. The other night was just an attempt to heal his heart from her previous rejection.

"You are too quiet," Your mother ceased her braiding and moved her body around yours. "Apologies, I am just thinking.” You responded, meeting your mothers gaze. Her brows were furrowed together, and her lips were pursed in thought. "Thinking about…?" She prompted you to continue. "Txayì and our future.” You stated, lowering your eyes to the floor, unable to meet her gaze.

She hummed, continuing her work, "I know you better than you know yourself, evi. You are worried about the forest boy and your future with him." You shifted on your mat, meeting her stare. “w-what? No, I just-" You stammered, not able to find your words.

"Let me speak before you lie more to me.” She commanded, a knowing look in her eyes. You sucked in a breath, your body stilling in its spot. “Your father and I will not force you to be with someone you do not want,” she paused, carefully choosing her words.

"But Txayì will bring you much more happiness and stability in the future." She met your gaze, a stern look plastered on her face. “Lo’ak has bonded with the outcast. If you choose him, I fear your life will be filled with pain and turmoil you could avoid.” You sucked in a breath and tried to hold back tears, unable to respond.

Your mother reached forward, placing a warm palm on your cheek, her touch gentle yet strong, just like her. "You deserve to be happy with whom you wish, but you need to understand what you will lose as well as what you will gain and if that is truly worth it.” You gave her a soft nod, not wanting to voice your answer. Your mother released her hand, your face feeling cold in the absence of her touch.

She smiled and moved back to finish your hair. "Meet with Txayì tonight and make your choice later." She tugged at your hair, securing the last of your braids. You felt your stomach churn at the thought and the small bubble of hope that had bloomed inside your chest popping.

You felt as though you were spilt in two, the currents in your heart ripping you in opposite directions. A part of you yearned for the easy route, the best choice for a promising future. It appeared bright and rosy like a flower that had just bloomed, a vision of Txayì always being there for you.

Your heart didn't agree, however, it pined for the outcast, the Omatikaya boy who held a permanent residence in your mind. It wanted nothing more than to be with him, to live in his chaos and venture into the unknown with him. It didn’t frighten you, the unforeseen and the dangerous future that would eventually befall your life, but you would follow Lo'ak anywhere, regardless of what would await you, as long as he chose you.

But he would not choose you. No matter how much you wished for him, he would always pick your sister. You would never be able to compete with her, you didn't possess the same charm or grace as Tsireya. You've seen his eyes wander in the past and you knew it wasn't only the necklace that had him captivated.

You would be no more than second best as always. You would continue to be the shadow to her light, and you could not begrudge him for preferring it. As you stood to leave your mothers gaze followed you, the slight frown she had on her face made your heart sink. "I will go and meet Txayì, sa’nu. I'm sure he has many good qualities I have yet to see." You gave her a weak smile before turning to exit the marui.

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You ventured outside the reef with Txayì, following suit as he spoke endlessly about his own life. It was hard to listen when your mind was some place far away, thinking of someone out of reach. He was doing his utmost to impress you, wanting to be seen as someone worthy of your time.

And he was worth your time, that is but you were not worth his. It was as your mother had been saying, he was a mighty warrior and a superb hunter. Txayì was handsome, adorned with thick thighs and muscular arms, much different from Lo’ak. You liked to think Lo'ak's features were more refined, more delicate yet still masculine and appealing.

Txayì proved himself to be loyal, trustworthy, a true leader with a good soul and a promising future. He spoke about the many great achievements he had under his belt, the great stories he's heard from outside the reef and what he's seen. Txayì seemed to be interested in the few things you spoke of as well, listening intently and absorbing every syllable you uttered.

The two of you spent most of the morning together, but not once did he make an advance towards you. He seemed to be genuine, but did not possess the charm that Lo'ak did, lacking the charisma and playfulness that made you smile and made your heart flutter. That no longer mattered, you tried to convince yourself.

You had to make a choice soon, to choose what would bring you the most stability, regardless of what you would be leaving behind. "So will I see you later?" Txayì asked, stopping his movements on the shore and turning his head to face you.

"Yes, I’m sure my mother would love for you to sit with us at the evening meal." You answered, giving him a weak smile, unable to commit to a real one. He gave you an enthusiastic nod, "good. I look forward to getting to know you all better.” He placed a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it as he said his goodbyes.

You gave him a quick nod and a tight smile before bidding him farewell. You watched as he left, his form getting smaller as he headed back onto shore. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervousness that was building in your gut. This is a good match, you told yourself.

After you had properly cleaned yourself, you escaped to a corner of the beach. The sum was at its highest, its orange glow reflecting off of the water. You dragged a satchel of bead, shells and various materials to make jewelry. Eventually, you needed to craft a courting present for your future mate. But for now, you intended to spend the rest of the day finishing the ones you had already started.

At some point your fingers began to ache from how long you had been braiding the strands of the jewelry together. You had never been meticulous about the bracelets you made but this was a gift. The shells you chose were shades of blue and cerulean, accompanied by nearly translucent beads you stole from Tsireya’s stash. It was coming together nicely, you thought to yourself.

The soft sounds of sand rusting behind you tore you from your thoughts. Still, you chose to ignore the person quickly approaching. “Why so blue?” Lo’ak’s voice rang in your eyes as he sat down in front of you, legs crossed. A shit eating grin plastering his face. “You’re not funny skxawng,” you scoffed whilst stifling a laugh.

His eyebrows lifted as he gazed into your lap. “Are those bracelets? For whom?” You tossed the eldest one at him, ignoring his expression. “I never got the chance to give that one to you,” you spoke in a hushed tone. You focused on finishing the most recent one, tying an Amber colored stone onto it. “This is for you too,” you spun around to face him, watching him intently as his fingers ran over the beads.

Lo'ak looked up at you, eyes widening. You could feel yourself grow more anxious, fidgeting with your fingers and swallowing hard as you tried to keep yourself calm. You spoke fast, interrupting him before he could finish his train of thought. “They’re meant to represent you, the first is to represent the forest when you were an Omatikaya… This one is to represent you as a Metkayina.”

You were unable to speak as he slowly clasped it around his wrist. He rubbed the surface of it gently, a soft smile painted his lips. “They’re beautiful, thank you… shouldn't you be making these for Txayì?” he teased, speaking in a soft voice.

You shrugged, averting your eyes, “Yes.” You felt a lump in your throat at the thought of him, the thought of your future. “What is he doing these days? I haven’t seen him around.” Lo'ak looked towards the horizon, eyes narrowing as if he could see all of the way to your village. “I would assume he was training with my father.”

Lo’ak stood up, pacing around you and softly disturbing the sand. His tail swayed, as if he was upset hearing about your future mate. You remained silent, only observing his behavior. He spoke again, his voice hushed, eyes focused on the ground. You could see the change in his demeanor, the stiffness in his shoulders, “Don’t mate with him.”

“Not this again…” you glanced up at him, his face laced with seriousness. You pushed yourself off of the sand and gazed at him. “Why?” Lo’ak stalked forward, placing his hands on your shoulders as if to hold you in place. “You know why, lor.”

You looked up at him, swallowing hard as you felt his warm fingers grip your arms. You stared into his eyes, noticing his dark pupils slowly dilated. Your mouth turned down into a frown, tears threatening to escape your eyes. Lo’ak was giving you false hope, pretending he desired you. “That’s enough, Lo’ak.”

You attempted to pull away, but he moved closer, trying to pull you back in. He began whispering sweet nothings towards you, his eyes as gentle as his voice. You took a step back and moved out of his grip, "Kehe! Lo’ak! You know better!” your voice trailed off, “I have been second to Tsireya my entire life. I will not be the mate you settle for just because you cannot have her!”

His face fell, a pained expression appeared on his face as he moved to embrace you. You ignored what your heart yearned for and stalked off in the other direction. Your harsh words cut deep within Lo’ak’s flesh, leaving unseen marks on his heart. He loathed when you were upset with him, especially when he was the cause of it. Lo'ak assumed after the other night you were riding the same wave, obviously not. His tail wrapped around himself as he sat on the sand, the droplets of rain beginning to soak his hair.

He understood the pain of being second to his sibling and never being someone’s first choice. But he had also wanted you for much longer than you realized. He’ll admit Tsireya was an amazing friend, and truly helped him learn how to be one of the people. But that was all she was to him, a friend.

Not to mention Txayì would never be able to make you happy, he was too bland and far too perfect. You’d get bored of him after a few moon cycles and regret choosing him for the rest of his life. The thought alone was driving him insane and everyone around him knew it.

How could he make you see him? To understand just how much he yearned for you too. That you took up the most space in his heart and head, leaving little room for any other thought. He sighed deeply, falling back onto the sand and staring up at the darkened sky. Lo’ak closed his eyes, fantasizing a future that was so close yet completely untouchable.

To be continued….

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𝑷𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝑩𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — andy barber x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — you catch Laurie cheating on her husband, but what she didn't realise is that payback is indeed a bitch.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — cheating (on both sides), SMUT, minors dni, sir kink, praise kink if you squint?, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, choking, cream pie, idk is riding Andy’s dick a warning? Laurie, yeah she is a freaking warning.

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — reblog and comment! follow @sstanhoe-updates to get notifications everytime I post!!!! so turns out I'm very short on WiFi and when I plan to post i don't know if I'll even have WiFi 👍 also I couldn’t exactly neglect Andy like that? Though I'm already on a few new Lloyd fics

“Good morning y/n!” Laurie’s cheery voice greeted you at the entrance of the office. She had a smile that she hadn’t had for a while, “good morning boss, you seem so happy. Did Andy do something? Did you two spoke it out and had sex?” You asked matching her smile.

Laurie giggled at your questions, “first of all the fact that you call me boss and ask if I had sex in the same sentence doesn’t match. Second, yeah you could say it like that.”

She gave you one last cheeky smile before vanishing in her office.

You had been Laurie’s assistant for over eight years now, you had seen Jacob grow up, helped her through the murder trial and supported her. You had also known Andy for seven years and he was the perfect husband at the beginning until two years ago.

Jacob was framed for murder and the marriage of Laurie and Andy lost the spark, passion…everything it hand. Now they fought and only existed next to each other.

Laurie told you everything from her perspective, but you were dying to know Andy’s. She may be your boss but knew how she could be and probably didn’t make it easy for him.

Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t realized that the mail man stood in front of your desk.

“Excuse me? I’ve got flowers for Laurie Barber?” Confused you looked up at him, “what?” “Flowers…for Laurie Barber?” Ohh, they must be from Andy.

“Oh, yeah. Just give ‘hem to me, do you mind me asking from who they are?” You asked taking the flowers from the man. “Sorry, no, but even if I did, I couldn’t there is no sender on them.”

Andy wouldn’t hide it if they were from him, but maybe it was a gift for something Laurie did for someone.

“Okay thanks anyway, bye!” The man gave you a smile and walked away.

However, you were a noisy person and looked for a card. The flowers were jasmine which looked beautiful…Laurie’s favourite. Only a few people knew her favourite, and Andy was surly one of them.

‘Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman – T’ What the fuck you thought as you found a card, those were definitely not from Andy.

Taking a deep breath you walked over to Laurie’s door, knocking twice before she said, ‘come in’. With a forced smile you opened the door, “a flower bouget just came for you.” Laurie instantly jumped up and walked out to the flowers.

“Soo are they from Andy?” you asked crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against the door frame. Laurie took the card, reading it and pressing it to her chest with a smile which she hid from you giving she had her back turned to you.

“Yeah, Andy found his romantic side again…oh and I forgot to tell you I have a lunch meeting with Thomas which I would like to have in my office without any distractions.”

You nodded, being suspicious or maybe you were just making this all up. Even if her marriage wasn’t good, she wouldn’t cheat right?

“Sure, thing boss,” you agreed. Laurie gave a smile and went back to her office with the bouget of flowers. You released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

As lunch rolled around a man with dark blonde hair and acid green eyes walked up to your desk. “I have a meeting with Mrs. Barber,” he said while playing with his keys. “Okay, I need a name.”

“Thomas Jones.” You nodded and told him to go right in as you scribbled the name down on a piece of paper with one hand.

The man walked in, and it gave you a little time to lock over him. He wasn’t as tall as Andy and didn’t look as muscular, while Andy was big and intimidating Thomas was slim and spoiled.

Right then the phone rang, looking at the caller ID you sae Andy’s name pop up.

“Hi Andy,” you greeted him with a hint of surprise in your voice. “Hello darling, I was wondering if you could go into Laurie’s office. She accidentally took one of my files with her this morning.” You could melt everytime he called you ‘darling’. Andy made it a habit everytime Laurie wasn’t around.

“Sure, but she has meeting and told me no distraction, would you come to get the file then?” If Andy was going to come here, you had to prepare Laurie.

“Oh, no don’t worry. I just need information from it, which would have led to my next question, if you could send me a picture or tell what I need?” Of course, you would do everything to help him.

God what was wrong with you? He is your bosses husband after all.

“I would love to Andy, but right now isn’t a good time.” “Darling please, I really need it. My case depends on you, and you want to be good girl, right?” Fucking hell yes, yes you want to be a good girl.

“Yes sir, I mean Andy. Sorry, yeah, I will get the file.” You shakily breathed out. “Thank you darling, I’ll wait here.” Nodding you stood up and walked over to Laurie’s office.

Taking a deep breath you opened the door, “Laurie, Andy called and-,” you cut yourself of as you saw the scene in front of you. Laurie bend over her desk and Thomas balls deep inside her. “Oh my god, oh my god…” you repeated and quickly shut the door.

So, your suspicions were right, poor Andy. To be honest you would have expected between the two of them that Laurie would be one to cheat. Andy was always loyal.

Wait…Andy was still on the phone. “Andy-, I uhm…,” you didn’t know what to say, should you tell him? No, not right now.

“There, there was no uh file…sorry- I, yeah,” you stuttered with a drained tone. “That’s fine darling. Speak to you soon, bye,” “bye,” your voice broke as the word left your mouth.

He hang up and Laurie stormed out of her office, her hair looked like a mess…after her came Thomas with the same look. “Y/n, please don’t tell Andy!” She almost begged, almost. “This was a one-time thing, and I don’t even like him-“ “What? We have been fucking for a month now!” Thomas cut through her sentence.

She shot him a look before turning her head back to you with pleading eyes.

You were overwhelmed with the situation, “sure, yeah. I won’t, don’t worry….” She smiled gratefully at you before sending Thomas on his way and quickly rushing into her office.

As you watched how the situation unfolded you realized that you could not keep this a secret from Andy. However, you weren’t sure if he would believe, so just in case you needed prove.

For the rest of the day, you thought how you could prove that Laurie was cheating.

Then as you got yourself a water you overheard two of your co-workers complaining about cameras. It was like a light bulb switching on.

You quickly run back to your desk. A few years back there was a break in which lead to Laurie putting cameras in her office. You were the only one besides Laurie who had access to them, and she always forgot she had one given they were hidden.

Pulling up the file of the camera you really found the footage. Laurie Barber being fucked by Thomas Jones, you scrunched your nose up in disgust.

You copied the video on your phone and packed your thing. Your boss was already gone, she had a class reunion meaning that Andy was hopefully home alone, well besides Jacob.

Driving to the Barbers residence felt longer than it actually was. It felt like you had a big, heavy box on your shoulders, and you were dying to get it off. Parking in front of the house you took a deep breath before getting out of the car.

As you were about to knock the door opened revealing Jacob who gave you a confused look.

“Y/n? Mom’s not here.” “Yeah, I know I’m her assistant,” you chuckled nervously, “I’m hear to talk to your father.”

Jacob’s eyes turned into concern, “did something happen.” Your eyes widened by his question, “no, no don’t worry. You just go on your way.” He nodded giving you a smile. You gave him a pat on the shoulder and entered the house.

Just then Andy jogged down the stairs, “thought I’d hear you,” he gave you one of those beautiful smiles as he walked towards you pulling you into a hug.

“Andy I…this is not easy for me…remember lunch? There is something I have to show you.”

“Did you find the file?” You shook your head in response to his question, “maybe you wanna sit down for that?” “What are you talking about darlin’,” damn his and that pet name.

Slowly he moved to the couch, sitting down he patted the seat next to him. “Before I show you something, you need the prehistory. Today Laurie came in all happy and dazed, I thought it was because you two made up. Then around ten she got a bouget of flowers; jasmine’s which had a card in it that said, ‘Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman – T’. I was suspicious but didn’t say anything.”

Andy leaned back, he didn’t want to say that he had an idea where this was going but he was suspicious himself. Laurie had been different the past few months, happier.

“Then before lunch she told me she had a meeting with Thomas Jones at lunch and wanted no distractions. Lunch came and so did the man, he was shorter than you, dark blond hair, acid green ice. They went in her office and then you called, said I should go in and I didn’t want to leave you hanging but what I saw was…,” “Laurie fucking Thomas?”

You nodded as he finished the sentence for you, “I even have prove!” You said quickly.

“I don’t need prove darling, I saw it coming but that gives me even more reasons to divorce her.” Andy stated laying his head in his hands.

Nervously you reached for his hand, interlocking it with yours. “I’m sorry this happened, but if you need anything, really anything don’t hesitate to call me.”

Lifting his head Andy pressed a kiss to your knuckled. Butterflies erupted in your stomache, and you prayed to god that this wasn’t just about Laurie. If you were honest, you had always felt a certain attraction towards Andy and now that Laurie was out of the way…

“I think in the last two years I spoke more with you than with my own wife.” He whispered against you joined hands.

His words were true though. While you did help Laurie, you also helped Andy, meeting him for lunch, breakfast or even a walk in the park. You listened to him about he felt, what was going on and how he tried to make everything better.

“I fell out of love with Laurie a long time ago but didn’t want to accept it, then the murder trial came and you. I know you were there before but, in this time, I really got to know you.”

If Andy continued to talk like this then you would be gone, he words made you melt.

“Well Andy, I like you too…,” you trailed of unsure if you read his words right. He smiled in response and laid his unoccupied hand gently against your cheek, “can I kiss you?”

Speechless you nodded. Andy leaned in pressing his lips careful on yours, it was a shy kiss at first. Then you gently bit on his bottom lip, he opened his lips letting your tongue slide in. Your tongues fought over dominance.

Andy deepened the kiss and moved your leg over him sitting you down on his lap. His hands rested on your hips while your held onto his neck.

Slowly Andy circled your hips over his growing cock provoking a whimper from you. He hooked his fingers in your trousers about to pull them down when you stopped him. “Don’t, don’t you think it’s going to fast?” you asked breathless.

“Darling, I wanted you for the past year and could never act on it, I need you. However, if you really want to- ,” “No, no forget I ever said anything just continue.”

“Wait, do you wanna do it on the couch?” this time it was Andy who interrupted. “Well, I don’t really want to have sex with you in the bed you share with Laurie,” you told him and could feel your cheeks heating up.

“Believe she won’t sleep in there another night…maybe-,” “fuck it, she deserves it.” You cut him off and lifted yourself from him.

He led you to the bedroom and promptly threw you on the bed. In one go he took your sweats with you and god were you thankful for not wearing tight pants. They landed somewhere in the room along with Andy’s shirt.

Andy hovered over you giving you the perfect chance to adore his god like sculpted chest, they veins popping out from his arms made you weak.

“Wait, can I…can I suck your cock?” you looked at him through your lashes, Andy grew harder under you by your question. “Yeah, fuck yeah.”

You slid down the bed and kneeled down in front of Andy. Slowly you opened his trousers and pulled them down with his boxer. He stood now opposite from you completely naked while you still wore your shirt, bra, and panties.

His erection sprang out almost hitting his stomache, he was thick and bigger than your past boyfriends.

You licked a long strip up his shaft causing him to wince, taking the courage you took the head of his cock in your mouth, tongue swirling around his red tip that leaked precum.

Andy whispered, “fuck,” clawing his hand in your hair, gaining control over you he pushed you deeper down his length. You gagged as his tip hit the back of your throat. A loud groan came past Andy’s lips.

“I’m sorry…I…fuck it’s been so long,” he apologized releasing you. “It’s okay, fuck my throat, sir please…” Andy thought he misheard but one look in your pleading eyes gave him all the answer he needed.

His hand went back to your hair and pushed you down his cock. Your tongue licked his veins while your free hand played with his balls. Andy moaned loudly as you squeezed him.

You tried to take him in completely but were unable, what you couldn’t reach you rubbed with your other hand.

The moans of Andy turned you on and made your vagina pulls, your panties damp from your wetness.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he groaned and pulled you away, “I won’t come down your throat, that’s for next time…I need your pussy.”

Raising you to your feet he pulled your shirt over your head and unclasped your bra in one motion. He backed you on the bed and removed your panties. Holding them up to his nose he smelled them, “did sucking my cock made you this wet pretty girl?”

You gave him a strained nod. Andy hovered over you once again about to line himself up with your leaking cunt, “wait, I gave you no foreplay…should I-,” “that’s for next time,” you repeated his words.

His hardened cock barely slipping through your soddened folds, holding his cock there as he gives a few tentative thrusts, lubing himself up with your slick.

Gently Andy pushed his thrombin cock inside your pussy. A cry left you as he stretched you out, “god you're tight, I'm gonna have so much fun ruining you.”

The moans of Andy turned you on and made your vagina pulls, your panties damp from your wetness.

He started with slow thrusts that not only turtoured you but him too. “Andy, let me ride you...please?,” he would do everything you asked.

Rolling over Andy planted you on his thigh, he let go of you giving you free reign.

You lifted your hips over his hard cock, the new angle has your lips parting a soft whimper leaving. Slowly youbpushed down on his length, you feared he was too big for you. His cock pressed against your sweet spot, in response you squeezed him pulling a groan from Andy.

His hand shot up curling around your throat and you whined at the feeling. You spread your legs further sinking down on him completely.

You paused needing time to adjust to his length, “oh would you look at that, you can't even fit all of me inside that tight lil cunt?,” what? no you thought you had taken in fully. One look down showed you truth.

The brunette bucked his hips up with a desperate groan, “darling you have to move...,” he snapped you out.

Taking a deep breath you began moving your hips at a slow pace, “okay that’s it.” Andy snapped his hips up, your eyes rolled back into your head at the feeling of ecstasy caused by Andy's harsh thrusts.

His pace became brutal, making you feel how badly he wanted – needed you.

“I'm gonna have you wrapped around my cock for days, why didn't I do this before huh?”

Andy’s thumb rubbed over your clit drawing a desperate cry from you while his over hand held your hip. “are you close darling? You won’t cum until you ask for permission like a good girl,”

He pressed down harder on your bundle of nerves driving you crazy. Needing to gain more control Andy turned you over on your back. The new angle drove a phonographic moan from your lips. Andy pushed himself deeper inside you pausing for a moment and coming face to face with you.

You look up at him with pleading eyes, begging him to give you your release. “Ask. For. Permission,” he draw himself out and thrusted hard back after and before every word.

“Please can I cum, please, sir, I've been a good girl, your best girl...please,” you whined.

Downstairs the door opened and a tired looking Laurie walked in. It was after ten and the reunion went longer than expected. Now she only wanted to throw herself into her comfy bed. The only downside was that Andy would be sleeping next to her, but given the perks that came with marriage she had no need to divorce him.

She walked up the steps but aproptly stopped as she heard loud moans and voices coming from the bedroom. Listening closely she could make out Andy’s voice but was unsure on who the woman was.

“Beg like the little slut you are...cum, cum for sir,” the knot in your stomache exploded and it felt like fireworks erupting from your belly.

With you squeezing his cock Andy didn't last long and spurted his white seed inside you. He rocked his hips against yours, fucking you through both of your orgasm. Then he pulled out watching his seed drip from you hungry cunt.

Whispering, “you look so pretty filled with my cream,” Andy pushed his sperm back inside you.

He was leaning up to give you a kiss, telling you how much of a good job you did when the door opened with a lou boom revealing a red headed Laurie.

Laurie’s eyes widened as she saw who was laying beneath Andy. “You fucking bitch!” She screamed, she went to latch at you, but Andy held her back.

“Don’t you dare touch her! The only bitch here is you, cheating on me for months and acting like you want to work on our marriage.” He was filled with rage and was relieved to finally let everything out.

Laurie’s expression was priceless. In all the trouble she had pushed the thought aside that she was cheating too. “Oh yeah? How do I know you're not cheating just as long with my assistant?” she question thinking she could get the upper hand.

Wrapping the bed sheet around your naked body you stood up to face Laurie herself. “I'm sorry Laurie, but you couldn’t keep it a secret and I know I shouldn't have slept with him but–,” “'but'? There is no but! What happened to your loyalty?” You knew you shouldn't have done it, but Laurie deserved it. She had alwaus been treating Andy bad and this was just the cherry on top.

“My loyalty is with Andy, thats why I told him,” you stated unsure what her next was going to be.

Andy’s eyes drifted to you and instantly softened at your words.

Within a second you felt a hot, burning sensation on your cheek. Your eyes widened as you realized that Laurie had slapped you across the face. Holding your cheek shock you glanced at Andy who had the same expression.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Laurie snapped and was ready to throw another punch. Quickly Andy stepped in catching her wrist.

“This is how it's gonna go; you go downstairs and leave us alone, I will give you the divorce papers tomorrow and then you're going to move the fuck out and if you even think of doing anything other than that, I will sue you for every last thing you have.”

Laurie couldn't believe that someone who used to love her would say such words to her, “You're fired.” Those were her last words to you before she left.

Sinking down on the bed tears began falling down your reddened cheek. Andy wasted no time kneeling down in front of you wiping your tears gently away. “What did I do? Andy I betrayed my friend, destroyed a family and now I don't even have a job anymore,” he wrapped his arm around you, holding you against his chest.

“It's okay, I know it's not ideal but you didn’t destroy anything. This family has been broken for years now and the only thing you did was save us. You saved me, now I can be with the woman I wanted to be with for the past two years. Jacob will be much happier knowing his parents aren't fighting anymore. And you know I've got this free job as my assistant if you want it?”

You needed a minute to process Andy’s words. He still wanted you after everything and offered you a job. “I don’t know what to say Andy...”

“Do you not want to be with me?” he asked concerned. Looking up at him you frequently shook your head, “no, I mean yes, I want to be with you. I've wanted this since the day I met you, but I meant the job. I don't want to be a burden...”

“I've wanted to fire Thomas for a long time anyway,” Andy shrugged. At the mention of the name your ears perked up, with confused eyes you watched as Andy began to smirk. “Laurie fucked my assistant, he always undressed her with his eyes and acts like a spoiled brat.”

“You fucked me because Laurie fucked your assistant?” you shrieked backing away from his embrace.

Andy tilted his as if he was thinking about the right answer. That earned him a slap in his chest, “asshole, you think you're funny.” He smiled and captured your lips in a sweet kiss.

“I'm gonna put on some clothes and see Laurie out, then us two will have a relaxing bath, yeah?” He held up his pinkie, “yeah,” you agreed linking your pinkie with his while smiling like a dork.

As Andy walked over to his drawer you took the opportunity and admired his ass, you really wanted to squeeze those cheeks.

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The Family Next Door cont

CHAPTER SIX

While her daughter had been sucking off Jack and getting her hot little cunt sucked, Janet had invited Ray, the younger brother, into her house.

Like Laurie, Janet had been watching the boy. She was drawn to him the same way she had been drawn to his older brother. But unlike her daughter, she understood her desire. She had never denied her desire for fucking teenagers. Although she loved to suck on a hard, throbbing cock, she loved to feel one inside her cunt, too.

So, her daughter had hardly been gone half an hour before she enticed Ray into the house. It had been easy enough because she had known the two brothers for many months. So, shortly after her daughter had left with Jack, she had Ray in the living room.

Janet was wearing a floor-length robe -- a garment made of very thin material that clung to her slender, curvy body, molding around her tits, showing off her pointed nipples. Her thighs were exposed by two long slits that ran to just below her waist. The garment was designed for one thing only -- to arouse and tease and tantalize.

Although he was a bit nervous, Ray could not keep his gaze from this tall, slender, exceptionally beautiful woman. Like any teenaged boy, he would stick his cock up anything he could. The fact that Janet was old enough to be his mother didn't bother him in the least. On the contrary, it was exciting to him.

Janet kept glancing at the front of Ray's pants, delighted to see the effect her body had on him. She was happy to note he looked shyly at her big, protruding tits and nipples and her thighs.

She handed him a soft drink, and the front panel of her robe pulled away as she leaned over. She saw him looking at her thighs and half of her hip. She wrinkled her nose at him.

"Like what you see, Ray?"

The boy gulped, but when he saw the expression in her eyes, he nodded. She was pleased that he did not blush. She didn't want to waste time overcoming any inhibitions the young boy might have. She sat next to him on the couch, crossing her long legs. The slit, of course, parted. Her leg and thigh and hip were revealed. She saw the way his cock was swelling inside his pants, bulging out sweetly.

As Janet talked with Ray about unimportant things, she took his hand and pulled it to her lap. The boy almost choked on his soft drink, but did not try to pull his hand back. He thought this older woman was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. The fact that he could see most of her body helped him come to this conclusion.

Janet deliberately placed the back of his hand on her naked thigh and smiled at him. It pleased her to see him gazing at her exposed thigh without embarrassment, and when she looked into his face, he stared steadily back at her.

She pressed her lips against his swiftly, before he knew what she was up to. Her tongue darted into his mouth, then she withdrew, a throaty laugh bubbling from her throat.

"Sweet, Ray," she murmured. "You're such a sweet boy. I bet you have some nice thoughts once in awhile, don't you? About girls, I mean?"

He nodded his head.

"Boys like to think about girls, I know, when they're your age. I bet you think about naked girls, and I bet you play with your cock when you do, right?"

"You sure know a lot, Mrs. Long," he said, giggling slightly.

"Why shouldn't I?" She rubbed the back of his hand along her naked thigh. "I'm a mother, you know..."

For a moment, Ray wondered if she knew that he had fucked Laurie in the garage, but somehow he didn't care if she did.

Janet placed his palm on her thigh and brushed it up and down her creamy, warm flesh. "Do you like touching me, honey?"

"You're smooth, Mrs. Long," he said, watching her move his hand up and down her thigh. "Awfully smooth."

Janet moved his hand higher on her thigh, then it was on her hips. Her cunt was bubbling hotly as she saw his cock lurch visibly inside his pants. She slipped his fingers between her legs, and uncrossing them, moved them very close to her hairy cunt.

She heard Ray breathing heavily. With a smile, she held his hand on her inner thigh, and her other hand moved directly to his cock. She placed her palm on top of his hard-on, moving it softly and lightly. She felt his prick throbbing in her hand.

"Mmmm, nice," she murmured, stroking his cock through his pants. "I bet you have a beautiful cock, Ray. Would you let me see it?"

To emphasize her desire to see his cock, Janet pulled his hand up, cupping his fingers about her hairy, wet cunt. "I'll let you feel me up and look at me if you'll take your cock out, Ray."

She felt his hand press against her puffy cunt, and then she used both of hers to open his pants. He rubbed her pussy as she pulled his throbbing cock from his pants. She gave a delighted squeal when she had his prick out, seeing it was much larger than his brother's.

"Oh, your cock is beautiful!" she gasped, wrapping her fingers around his prick. "Oh God -- such a beautiful cock!"

She pumped his prick, and he, breathing hard with excitement, wiggled a finger into her hot, wet pussy. She squirmed on the cushions, leaning forward and running her tongue over his lips.

Then Janet let go of his cock and stood before him. She pulled the front panel of her long robe to one side, exposing her hairy cunt to his huge, excited eyes.

"Do you like my pussy, Ray? Wouldn't you like to do something with my cunt?"

She arched her cunt forward, spreading her legs a bit. Ray gazed hotly at her puffy pink cunt lips -- the dark pussy curls framing it. He licked at his lips.

"Do what, Mrs. Long?"

"Well, you could fuck me," she murmured hotly. "I'd love to have your sweet cock fucking me. Come on, Ray, take your clothes off!"

Ray ripped and tore at his clothing until he was naked. Janet looked at his body, her gaze lingering on his upstanding cock and dangling balls. Her cunt twitched and quivered with anticipation.

"Ohhh, Ray!" she squealed as she grabbed his prick and jerked furiously on it. "I've got to have your beautiful, hard cock in my cunt!"

She turned his cock loose and dropped to the floor on her hands and knees. She wagged her naked round ass invitingly at him, looking over her shoulder.

"Come on, Ray! Stick your cock up my cunt! Hurry -- oh please, hurry! I want you fucking my cunt so much! Come on -- now!"

The boy stared at her creamy ass cheeks. She arched her ass into the air, and he saw her puffy cunt lips peeking between her thighs. He dropped to his knees behind her, his cock jerking about, dripping with eagerness.

Janet felt the smooth head of Ray's prick brush the naked flesh of her ass cheeks and the back of her long thighs, leaving a trail of precum where it touched.

"Stick your cock in me!" she yelped hotly. "Ohhhh, please! Ram your sweet cock up my fucking cunt! I want your prick in me, Ray! I want your cock up my fucking cunt!"

Ray grasped the base of his cock, aimed his swollen prick-head for her hairy cunt, and thrust forward. His prick slipped swiftly into her pussy, and she gave a loud yelp of delight. She arched her ass back against him, grinding away, mewling throatily.

Ray stared down at Janet's naked ass, amazed at the movements she made. He placed his hands on her whipping hips, watching her cunt suck at his prick. Her cunt felt different to his hard cock than Laurie's pussy had, but the difference was very small. Perhaps it was the fact that she was Laurie's mother -- an older woman. Whatever it was, he was so excited, he almost came immediately.

Janet swung her naked, uplifted ass about energetically, making soft moaning sounds of pleasure. She lowered her head to the carpet, shoving her squirming ass tightly against him.

"Ohhhh, fuck it, Ray!" she wailed with delight. "Fuck my cunt good for me! Oh God... I love your prick, baby! Give me your hard cock! Ahhh -- my cunt wants your hard, sweet cock! Fuck my pussy, Ray! Ram that sweet prick up my fucking hot cunt!"

The things she was saying increased Ray's passion, and his fingers dug into her creamy, round hips. But even as he plunged his cock in and out of her gripping pussy, he could not hold her swinging ass still. She was fucking him more than he was fucking her. His balls were tight at the base of his prick, tingling in a exciting way.

Moist, suctioning sounds came from them as he fucked at her slippery, hot pussy. The moans and words she was grunting loudly increased the steaming heat in both her cunt and his cock. He loved the way her ass cheeks parted so he could see the pucker of her asshole. Her shitter was flexing, he saw, and he was unable to resist a tentative caress of her asshole with his fingertip.

Janet felt his finger rubbing at her tight asshole, and she gave a yelp of intense pleasure. "Ohhh, yes, Ray! Rub my asshole... fuck my cunt! Ooooo, harder, baby! Rub my asshole harder! Fuck my cunt faster -- fuck me, darling!"

Janet was thrilled by his throbbing prick fucking so furiously into her steamy cunt. Her tits brushed at the carpet as he fucked forcefully into her upraised cunt. Her fingers clawed at the carpet as she bit at her bottom lip. She loved the feel of his lower stomach smacking against her naked, shivering ass cheeks -- the way his finger rubbed at the tightness of her asshole. Her cunt was squeezing and flexing on his thrusting cock, and she could feel the powerful jerking of his cock with the sensitive, tight wetness of her cunt.

"Ooo, oh God!" she yelped. "You're making me come, Ray! Ahhh -- feel my pussy coming! Ohhh, your sweet hard cock is making me come! Fuck me, baby! Pour your cum in me! Bruise my fucking hot cunt with your sweet cock! I'm coming! Ohhh, shit!"

Ray felt Janet's cunt squeezing at his cock in hot, rippling waves. He gave a loud grunt and rammed his prick as deep into her pussy as he could, holding his cock-shaft steady. Janet began to grind her hot ass against him as she came. Her cunt was flooded with his sweet jizz.

"Yes, yes!" she mewled in a tight voice. "That's what I want, Ray! Come in my hot cunt! Ohhh, I love feeling a cock squirting jizz up my fucking pussy!"

Janet's cunt seemed to suck at Ray's gushing prick. His balls drew up even tighter, and he gritted his teeth as he came, Janet felt Ray pull his cock from the clinging lips of her glowing cunt and lowered her body to the floor. Ray sat on the carpet, leaning against the couch, heaving. He watched her naked ass tremble, the swelling of her ass cheeks looking beautiful and smooth. Her legs were wide apart, and he could see the curls of her cunt, now moist and glistening. His cock was slippery from the juices of her cunt. But he didn't care. All he cared about was looking at this beautiful ass of this beautiful older woman.

Janet, when she began to breathe slower, rolled onto her back, her legs still widely spread. She pulled the top of her long robe down, exposing her tits. She looked at Ray with glowing, hot eyes and twisted her nipples tenderly.

"I like that, Ray," she said.

"Like what, Mrs. Long?"

"You aren't bashful, or embarrassed," she said. "I love it when a guy isn't bashful. Did you enjoy fucking me, baby?"

"I sure did!" he said. "You're beautiful, Mrs. Long."

"I think you're very sweet, Ray," she murmured. "But why don't you call me Janet now. I mean, it makes me feel so old -- especially since we just fucked." Her gaze moved to his cock and balls. "And most especially since we're going to fuck again, and I plan to do so much with your sweet cock in a very short time."

"Like what?" he asked, grinning at her.

"You'll find out," she said, sitting up. "Would you like another Coke?"

"I'd rather have another fuck!"

"That you can have any time you want it." She got to her feet, her firm, pointing tits jiggling slightly. "Want me to take this robe off?"

He nodded, and she slipped it down.

Janet looked at him, posing her naked body to excite him. She lifted one foot and placed it on the cushions of the couch. He was still on the floor, and now he looked up at her as she ran her fingers through the dark curls of her pussy hair, then rubbed lightly at her exposed clit. Slipping a finger into her cunt, she slowly fingerfucked herself, watching his eyes glow with delight.

"I bet you jack your cock off a lot, don't you?" she said. "I like to fingerfuck my cunt, you know. One of these days, I'd love to watch you jack off, Ray. Would you do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you, Mrs. Long. I mean -- Janet," he sighed, watching her finger stab in and out of her cunt.

"I'd love to see you jack off, then come all over your stomach," she said in a low, husky voice. "You know what I would do then?"

He shook his head, unable to take his eyes off her finger moving in and out of her hairy pussy.

"I'd lick all your jism up. I'd stick my tongue in your stomach and lick your cum away. Then I'd take your cock in my hot mouth and suck on it and make you come again."

She watched his glistening cock stand up, very hard and beautiful.

"Would you like me to suck your cock off now, Ray?" she murmured huskily.

He nodded eagerly.

"Sit on the couch, baby," she instructed.

He did so, spreading his legs wide. Janet dropped to her knees before him, then sat down. She placed her hands on his hips and pulled him forward until his ass hung over the edge. Then she shoved his knees back against his hairless chest.

Janet's eyes were hot and almost dreamy as she looked at Ray. She had longed to suck off a young boy in just this position very often. His cock stood up wonderfully hard, and she loved the way his tight asshole was exposed.

With a low, excited mewl, Janet shoved her face into his crotch. Her lips, moist and hot, kissed at his ass cheeks, then his balls, and she finally licked her tongue up and down his cock. She tasted the cum that lingered there, and the juice of her cunt, too. Her mind reeled with the ecstasy of finally getting a teenaged boy in this erotic, vulnerable position.

"OOO, baby!" she crooned. "I'm going to kiss and lick everything! I'm going to kiss and lick and suck on your sweet hard cock and delicious balls! I'm going to kiss and lick on your tight little asshole! Then I'll take your hard cock in my mouth and suck it until you squirt all that sweet jism down my cocksucking throat!"

With a growl, Janet shoved her lips and licking tongue forward. She ran her tongue hungrily around the cheeks of Ray's ass, over his hairless balls and up and down his throbbing cock. She pulled his prick into her mouth and sucked for a moment or so, then slid her lips up to his balls. Opening her mouth wide, she drew both of his balls into her hot, wet mouth. Her tongue caressed his nuts as she gripped his cock and jacked on it.

Ray moaned with delight. He placed his hands on his knees to pull his legs tight against his chest, his ass arching up.

Janet released his balls, and her hot lips kissed his ass cheek. Then he gave an excited yelp when she pressed her lips against his asshole, kissing it with a suction mg sound.

Janet pulled her face back, staring with burning eyes at the boy's cock, balls and asshole. Then she growled again, and she began to lick furiously at his asshole, running her tongue up and down and into his balls. She lapped the flat surface of her tongue up from his asshole, over his balls, and to the dripping tip of his cock.

Up and down her hot, hungry tongue went. She probed at Ray's tight asshole with the tip of her tongue, pressing hard. Then she lapped hungrily at his shitter, whimpering.

Janet was doing something she had wanted to do for many years. Her cunt was burning, but she wasn't about to take her hands off Ray's flesh and fingerfuck herself. Her delight was in licking his asshole and balls and cock.

Hungrily and with soft murmurs of delight, she licked her wet tongue from the boy's asshole to his balls and back to his asshole again. Her fist pumped in a frenzy on his throbbing cock. She lapped at his tight asshole as if she were trying to thrust her tongue into it.

Ray was shaking with the intensity of ecstasy. His cock began lurching in Janet's tight, pumping fist. His ass writhed as her tongue flew about his tight asshole, and he groaned in a tight voice.

"Mrs. Long!" he yelped. "Ohhh, Mrs. Long! I can't stand it! I can't hold back! I'm about to come!"

No sooner had Ray said that, than his cock began to gush jism. Janet squealed loudly and put her mouth over the head of his cock. She reached it just in time to feel a glob of cum strike her nose -- then her mouth was on his cock.

Holding his prick-head between her lips, she raced her tongue around his gushing piss hole. Her mouth filled with cum as her fist squeezed his prick-shaft.

Janet's eyes rolled with ecstasy as she tasted Ray's jizz. Her slender throat worked and her tongue lapped in a frenzy to get the full taste. When she felt his cock stop spewing, she held it very tight and worked her fist upward on it, getting the very last drop of his cum.

When Ray relaxed, she ran her hot, moist lips all over his cock and balls and asshole, her tongue licking gently and lovingly. Finally, she pulled her face from his crotch, a smile of delight on her face.

"You're so sweet, Ray," she whispered. "God, that was good!"

By the time Laurie entered the house, Ray was dressed and on his way home. Janet, back in her long robe, greeted her with a quick kiss.

Laurie looked at her mother, seeing that familiar glow in her dark eyes and knew that something had happened.

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bookishtheaterlover7 · 6 months

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Divorce lawyer reader encountering laurie again unphased y/n took andy frm him

Worth It

Andy Barber x Divorce Lawyer!Reader

a/n: Hey, An🫶n, and my other beautiful readers! So sorry it's taken me a while to post any new stories, asks, or anything remotely interesting other than my rants and shade. It's been a tough month... For now, this is going to, hopefully, be 1 of 3 fics before November. Let me just say, I'm insane for challenging myself like this, but ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Anyway, sit back and enjoy the fic!

WARNINGS!!! Some cursing (calling of slut, one mention of Fuck), pet names, mention of the car crash, mention of near death, mention of therapy, Andy is one seductive little shit, maternal figure!Y/N.

*Y/S/N = Your SurName

**F/P = Favorite Pastry

***F/C/D = Favorite Cafe Drink

Her alarm rang obnoxiously loud, but Y/N didn't seem to mind as she reached out to her bedside table to turn it off, before snuggling back into the man sleeping peacefully beside her. As they were in the process of effectively divorcing his wife, Andy had promised that as soon as it was all finalized, she can expect for there to be some of the biggest changes in her life. And safe to say Atty. Y/N *Y/S/N, wasn't disappointed, and may never get tired of it all.

She wrapped her arms around the slender torso of her boyfriend. They'd been together for about two years now, despite having a rocky start, their feelings blossomed into the most beautiful thing that neither of the two have ever experienced before. And that fact was once again proven, when the girl's snuggling and attempt at burrowing had pulled a reaction from the unsurprisingly gorgeous man.

"You know that will only make you late, if not later, than normal, Baby Girl, right?" Andy smirked, eyes remaining closed, hiding the mischief behind them.

"So... What if I do want to be late? Hmm?" Y/N replied, her cheeky grin growing with each second, as she took to placing light kisses on the side of her Love's neck.

"Then you'll have to explain to a very moody 16-year-old, why he missed at least three periods... And you know you can't reason with him, or his teachers." Andy laughed.

"Fuck!" Y/N sighed, laying flat in disappointment.

"We never get our mornings in anymore..."

"You know we could just send, Jacob on the bus... Be some bad parents for once..." Andy whispered, pulling his girlfriend close once more, allowing him to do so, sexily, in her ear.

"No. I can't risk Laurie approaching, and basically harassing him. Again." Y/N said, pulling away from his extremely tempting arms, and sitting up.

"You know we should let her see him, again." Andy said, a hand rubbing Y/N's arm, and eventually resting on her hip, pulling him to her, as he propped himself with one arm, and scooted closer to her.

"And we will. In neutral territory, under supervision." Y/N huffed.

"You're never forgiving her, are you?" Andy said, after placing a kiss on her shoulder.

"Absolutely. Come on, Andy, we're going to be stuck at traffic if we don't start moving now." She continued, looking at the time on the clock across from the right side of the bed.

"You don't want to be called old by our son again, do you?" She added with a chuckle, getting up, and turning around to walk backwards towards the bathroom.

"No, I definitely don't! Especially if I'm going to make sure his Ma will be carrying his sibling..." Andy said, smiling with a playfulness that alluded to something more.

And it stayed on, as he charged at Y/N. Filling their home with sounds of laughter and gleeful screams. With Andy silently hoping that he'd be able to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

Jacob had had an early day off from school, considering that his Physics teacher had cancelled class to be with his 6 year old daughter, who had fallen and injured herself in PE. Andy was stuck in his office, filling paperwork after paperwork for a case he was assigned, and he'd asked Y/N to fetch Jacob from school. And she was happy to oblige.

Jacob might not be her son by blood, and he had been accused of murder, but she loved him anyway. They'd formed a unique maternal bond, and she wasn't willing to give it up for anything. Especially when Jacob accepted that she could become his step-mother at some point.

Y/N decided it'd be fun to take Jacob with her to work, considering her caseload was light, and no one minded having a teenager amongst them. Plus, Jacob had asked her how and what did she do her job, at one point. That's why she decided to buy a few snacks from the stall right outside hers and Andy's office building.

"What would you like to have bud?" She asked, smiling at him, gently holding him up as he was still suffering from partial paralysis in his left leg, from the car crash. Therapy had helped, both physically and mentally, however, it had taken two years before some feeling came back and he was able to flex his foot. However, the rest of the leg will take some time.

"I don't know, Ma... Everything looks so good, I can't decide. Am I even allowed?" Jacob asked, his eyes sparkling in a way that Y/N has only seen happen in Andy's eyes.

"Ofcourse, you're allowed, Silly! Don't tell your father that I'm letting you take two, though." She giggled conspiratorially.

"My lips are sealed." Jacob laughed, holding his crutch in one hand, while he mimed a zipper with the other.

He later picked one chocolate frosted, with chocolate chips on top, and one white frosted, with colorful sprinkles, for his donuts, along with one Mocha-latte. Y/N ordered her usual **F/P and ***F/C/D, and was in the process of paying when she heard, a motherly voice, she was definitely not in the mood to hear today.

"Jacob! Sweetie, you look so big! You've grown so much in the past two weeks..." Laurie cried, her hands on Jacob's shoulders, before she pulled him into a hug.

"Laurie, get your hands off of my son. You don't get to see him until this Saturday, you know that!" Y/N exclaimed, approaching them with fury. Her own protective motherly instincts had awoken at the sound of that woman's voice.

"Your son? Y/N surely you can't be serious. Jacob is, and always will be my son. I gave birth to him. I raised him. I protected and defended him, when no one else did!" Laurie shouted, making Jacob flinch. Y/N took hold of Jacob, gently freeing him from Laurie's clutches.

"Yeah, you did a mighty good job at that, when you tried to kill him by crashing that car." She said in an eerily calm way.

"Jacob go inside, and wait in the Lobby."

"If he died in that accident, then you'd have Andy all to yourself, you slut!" Laurie said, not caring who hears.

"You know that what happened wasn't an accident, Laurie. You pressured Jacob into confessing to something he didn't do, because that's all you believed." Y/N countered, causing Laurie to eat her words.

"You believed the worst in Jacob, and didn't care that he was innocent in all of it. And you think you deserve to be called a mother? You tried to kill him! Your own son. You don't deserve to be near Jacob or the rest of my family." She gasped, finally letting out all that she thought of Laurie in the past two years.

"If it were up to me, I'd deny you any of your parental rights. But I won't do that to Jacob, or Andy. Those two mean more to me than anything else in this world, and I will do whatever it takes to make them happy and safe." She sighed, a heavy weight lifting off of her shoulders.

"Now, go home, Laurie. Before I smack you with a restraining order. We'll see you this weekend, if you manage to stay away for that long..."

Y/N had won. She not only gave Laurie a piece of her mind, she had actually spoken a truth she knew to be true long before Andy and her had made themselves official. And as she sighed with even more relief, and turned around, she saw one handsome face and the face of a boy that's been through hell but was right there smiling, that couldn't help, but make her smile.

"Jacob and I mean more to you than anything, huh?" Andy shyly smiled, his teeth peeking through his lips.

"You do. More than you'll both ever know." Y/N replied, as she ran to the arms of her family. Content with the life she's built for herself, that's worth everything.

So, I may have gotten, little bit overboard with the request, and wrote my first ever Andy Barber fic, feat. Jacob Barber😅. I hope you don't mind, An🫶n. Your request was too good of an idea to pass up writing a full fic!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I also hope that this fic was a fun distraction from all this mess caused by certain people. And stay tuned, I'm not done writing yet. Because this was, sort of an energizer for me.😁

See you in the next one, my Fellow Fan Girls and Boys🫶

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