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vioartemis · 7 months

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In another life (Sam's version)

(Sam Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: You're Tara's childhood best friend, and years after leaving Woodsboro, you meet her again in New York, making unexpecting feeling emerge. Tara || Sam Warnings: age gap (?) reader is 19 and Sam is 24 a/n: I made another one shot, kinda complementary of this one, with Tara :)) I put the link up there if you're interested (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

She had known you since you were 4, when Tara and you were in the same class for the first time. You were also her neighbor, but she never knew before that.

You were her little sister’s friend. Best friend, even. When Tara wanted to play, it was always you she wanted to play with. And Sam always accompanied her, so she saw you a lot too.

Then, when she was in age to want to have some money, she babysat you and Tara’s other friends. You were always so nice and sweet, always smiling, and opened to hugs.

She liked you a lot. Out of all of her sister’s friends, you were her favorite.

Sadly the time you spent together came to an end when she ran away.

Even if she didn’t, you wouldn’t have been able to see each other a lot more, because your parents had found a new job, and you moved out of Woodsboro a few months after her.

And now, almost 6 years later, you were about to meet again.

Tara and the rest of her friends just left a party , right after Sam barged in and tazzed some dude in the balls. The Carpenter sisters were fighting in the middle of the road, when a random girl threw her soda at Sam.

Half of the group tried to get the girl while the other held them back, trying not to cause too much drama. They didn't see it, but one of the girls was filming the whole thing.

Luckily for everyone, you did see it. You were actually going to that party, and saw the whole scene from afar. You didn't like that kind of attitude at all.

So when the girls walked passed you, you grabbed the phone of the one who was filming, and deleted the video before she could post it.

They all gave you horrified looks, like you did the most horrendous thing.

"That's called karma" you mumbled to yourself while you walked away, in the direction of their victim

She was trying to dry her jumper, when you approached her.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry, people are so dumb sometimes..." you said as she lifted her head up to look at you

As soon as your eyes met each other’s, both of you knew who the other was.

“Sam...?”

“Y/n…?”

You chuckled in surprise, while Sam looked at you with wide eyes at how much you had changed.

"Oh my god..." she murmured "What are you doing in New York? It's really far away from Woodsboro"

"Oh yeah, my parents got a job here, a few months after you left... We never really moved again after. What about you?"

"We needed... fresh air. A new start. Away from Woodsboro and Ghostface"

You had heard about the recent Woodsboro murders, but couldn't believed all the rumors about Sam being the real mastermind behind it all.

"Of course, I understand that" you said with a light smile "You should take off your jumper, you're going to catch a cold..." you continued, taking off your hoodie and handing it to her "I don't know if it's the right size, but at least it'll keep you warm"

Sam gave you a thankful look, and put on your hoodie. It smells like her... she thought.

You smiled, and hugged her without thinking about it. You had missed her a lot more than you would ever admit.

"It’s so nice seeing you again…" you said quietly, as she hugged you back

You stayed like that for a minute, silently enjoying the hug, until you got interrupted.

"Sam, what are you doing?"

You broke the hug to look at the person, who appeared to be Tara, your childhood best friend.

"Y/n?" she smiled as she saw you and opened her arms for a hug

You gave it to her happily, holding her extra tight. Then, you discussed a bit, trying to catch up on each other’s life.

“Oh, I wanted to ask you, would you mind giving me your number? So we can talk” Sam suddenly asked you... a little nervously? You weren't sure.

You nodded and took her phone when she handed it to you, before putting your number in it. You gave it back to her with a big smile.

You were more than happy to see the Carpenter sisters again. Especially one of them.

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Since you gave Sam your phone number, you hadn’t stopped talking. Every day as soon as you woke up, you started texting. You just had so much to catch up onto!

When you weren’t in class, you made a habit of going to the café where Sam was working. Your excuse was that it was always calm, building a good atmosphere to study there. The actual reason was to see her more.

When she was on a break, she would come to your table and either start catting with you, or just keep you company when you were actually working. She would never say it out loud, but she loved the serious look you had when you were concentrated.

She enjoyed your presence in the café. She was glad you chose to sit there to study, for when she had finished her shift, you could spend more time together. She would often walk you home, to make sure you’re safe.

Sometimes you were with Tara, studying together at the café. Sam loved her sister, but in those moments, when Tara and you were laughing together, so close, while she was behind the counter dealing with rude clients… she couldn’t help but feel her heart ache.

You knew that feeling damn well, every time a client was trying to flirt with Sam. Or at least it looked like they were flirting to you. And every time you had to slap yourself mentally, not understanding why you felt that way.

The answer would come a bit later.

You had planned a movie night with Sam at your apartment. You were alone and bored, and she has nothing better to do as Tara was doing homework with the twins.

You were happy to have that moment with her, but also nervous. The time you had spent together since you met again only brought back feelings you thought were just a stupid baby crush. Turns out it isn't just a baby crush. You had a crush on your best friend's sister.

This whole situation gave you anxiety. What you didn't know was that you weren't the only one.

Sam also had a crush on you. Her sister's best friend. Her sister's crush. She always had known Tara had a crush on you, she even thought you would be together at one point.

You would have made such a cute couple. That's what she had thought for a long time. Now she just can't help but feel an ounce of jealousy thinking about it.

And then the guilt strikes. Tara loved you, she couldn't do that to her... And even if she didn't, you were just so much younger than her... 5 years can be a lot, especially since you were young.

But again, imagining you with someone else made her jealous.

She was lost, and torn between telling you how she felt or just trying to forget her feelings.

"What do you want to watch?"

Your voice made her snap out of her thoughts.

"Oh uh... I don't know... Why don't you pick something?"

"Hmm... Okay! There's this movie on Netflix that I wanted to see..." you said, sitting on the couch next to her -at a reasonable distance- and turning on the tv.

While you looked for the movie on Netflix, Sam couldn't keep her eyes away from you. You were just so pretty...

She had trouble concentrating on the movie, often distracted by your presence next to her.

You could feel her eyes on you as the movie played. It wasn't the first time you caught her looking at you, but every time when you looked at her, she had looked away. You had figured it would be the case this time too.

You were wrong.

When you looked at her, her eyes were still on you. At this moment, you were like frozen in place. She had never looked at you like that before.

She had the look you gave her when she was not looking. In love.

While you were gazing into each other's eyes, you both got closer and closer to each other, to the point you could kiss her if you wanted to. And you wanted to. So bad.

"Can I... can I kiss you? Please..." you asked quietly, almost pleading her to let you kiss her

She looked hesitant, but eventually gave in and kissed you, putting a hand on your cheek to keep you close. Kissing you felt so right... as if your lips were made to be kissed by hers.

But again, Tara loved you... and Sam felt like she was betraying her sister.

She pulled away from the kiss.

"I'm sorry I... we shouldn't have done that..."

You felt your heart sink at her words. You thought she liked you back...

Your pain must have been visible on your face, as Sam was quick to talk again.

"It's not against you Y/n... I... I really like you but..." she sighed "Tara has a crush on you since forever... I can't do that to her..."

"What...? Wait... What?" you started, surprised

You never knew Tara had a crush on you. You only ever saw her as your best friend and thought it was the same for her.

"Sam you can't just- you can't just put her feelings above yours... I mean- I understand it's going to be difficult for her... But it's not like we chose that... I- I love you Sam... And Tara's my best friend, her well being is important to me... But seeing you without being able to tell you how I feel or kiss you... it's torture"

As you spoke, you asked yourself if it wasn't too much. Scare her away was the last thing you wanted. But everything you said was true.

Sam was looking at you, mouth agape, clearly not expecting that. She didn't expect you to like her back, let alone make her a whole love declaration.

She wanted to give in and take you in her arms and kiss you again and tell you how much she loved you. She wanted to be as honest with you as you were with her. She wanted to love you openly.

But there would be consequences. Tara would be hurt. Tara would feel betrayed.

But again... you were right. She couldn't put Tara's feelings above hers all the time. She loved you just so much... She wasn't sure she would be able to recover if she didn't give it a shot.

She cupped your face with both hands and kissed you again, more confidently, more passionately than before. She loved you, she wanted that kiss to happen. She wanted you to happen.

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Telling Tara about your relationship was harder than you thought. It never seemed to be the right moment.

Now you saw the hints of her crush on you. You saw the smiles, the looks she gave you, how her tone slightly changed when you were alone.

Both Sam and you were trying to find a good moment to tell her, but it wasn’t easy. And the more you waited, the more difficult it would be to tell her. You had to find a way to tell her quickly.

The whole situation was giving you so much anxiety…

“How are you?” Sam asked as you close your apartment door

“Tired… You?”

“Same”

You took off your shoes and hung your jacket, before sitting on the couch next to her. She pulled you on her lap and wrapped her arms around you, holding you close. Her warm embrace helped you relax a bit, as you nuzzled your face against her neck.

You stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other in a comfortable silence.

When you pulled away, it was to kiss her. You’d wanted to do that the whole day and couldn’t even tell anyone about it. About her. About how much you loved her.

By the way she kissed you, you knew she felt the same.

Even if she felt bad for her sister, she couldn’t stop herself anymore. Now that she has had the chance to kiss you, she never wanted to stop. She felt so at ease when she was with you. She could be herself without the fear to be judged.

“I love you so much…” she murmured, her grip on your hips tightening ever so slightly

“Me too Sam… I love you too”

You kissed her again, arms around her neck, before hugging her again. You closed your eyes, relaxing in her arms once again.

You had been so stressed for the past days that you had trouble sleeping. But like that, in her arms, it only took you a minute to fall asleep.

Sam didn't notice right away, and started talking to you while rubbing your back.

"... Y/n?" she eventually asked as you weren't answering her

She moved slightly to get a look at your face, and her lips curled up into a soft smile as she saw you were asleep.

"You really were exhausted, hm?" she murmured, kissing your temple softly

She then hesitated before carrying you in her arms, careful not to wake you up, and made her way to your room. She laid you on your bed, putting your blanket over you.

"Goodnight angel..." she whispered before kissing your forehead

She was about to leave when she felt you grab her shirt.

"Don't go, please..." you pleaded quietly

You needed her right now, needed her arms around you, her oh so comforting warmth as she held you close.

Sam bit her bottom lip, thinking, but it didn't take long until she gave in and slipped under the sheets next to you. She couldn't resist you -and she didn't want to be away from you.

She wrapped her arms around you, letting you snuggle up to her.

"Goodnight Sammie..."

Your voice was barely audible, showing how tired you were. Sam smiled at your words, the nickname provoking her cheeks to turn a bit red.

"Sleep well" she said back, kissing the top of your head, before closing her eyes

Having you in her arms like that was just so relaxing. She felt like she was in heaven. The thought of waking up next to you made a smile creep up to her face, and was the last before she fell asleep as well.

The next morning, you woke up in her arms. It had been the best sleep you had in days. You didn't even want to move, you felt so at peace in her arms...

You eventually opened your eyes to see Sam was already awake, a smile on her face.

"Good morning" she said before kissing you

"'morning" you said back, smiling as she rolled on her back, pulling you on top of her without breaking the kiss

You were both in your own world; nothing else mattered at the moment, to the point none of you checked your phones. If you did check your phones, you would've seen tons of missed calls and texts from Tara.

She was worried for her sister didn't come back at their apartment -naturally because she was with you all night.

After some more kisses, you got out of bed and made your way to the kitchen.

"What do you want for breakfast?" you asked Sam

"What do you have?"

"I have... eggs, bacon... bread... Uhh... yeah that's it" you let out an awkward chuckle

"Eggs and bacon sound nice" she smiled

You nodded, and put the bacon in a pan to cook it.

While you were waiting in front of the stove, you felt Sam's hands snicker to your waist. You turned around, and she took the occasion to kiss you.

What you didn't know was that Tara had decided to come to your apartment -as you weren't answering her calls and texts, and currently had a clear view of the scene through your kitchen's window.

She couldn't see who it was, but the scene let little to the imagination; you were clearly kissing someone. So that's why she wasn't answering... she thought

Clearly enjoying the kiss, Sam lifted you up to sit you on the counter, hands on your hips, her lips still on yours.

If Tara felt her heart sink at the sight of the kiss, it was nothing compared to how she felt now.

Her own sister was making out with the girl she has had a crush on for years.

She was mad for it seemed not to be the first time, considering the way you were holding onto each other. Which meant you lied to her.

But knowing you, maybe you just had a hard time telling her. It had always been that way; every time you had bad news to tell her, it took you weeks because you knew it would upset her.

That thought calmed her down a bit.

When she looked at the window again, she saw you smile at Sam just the way she smiled at you. You were in love, that was certain.

You seemed happy. And deep down, that’s what Tara wanted. Seeing you happy.

So she turned around and walked back to her and Sam’s apartment, thinking ‘maybe, in another life, we’ll be together…’

[Tara's version]

#sam carpenter #sam carpenter x fem reader #sam carpenter x reader #scream #samantha carpenter

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mrjoeshiesty9 · 8 months

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W E L C O M E // INSTA AU

Summary; Y/N and Joe have been together for 4 years, way before this LSU days. Y/N has always been there for Joe and suddenly she goes MIA until…..

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lahjay10_ here we go boys!!

User2342 yesyesyes!

User37493 where was y/n?!

↳ user 232 can you just stop looking for her and congratulate the boy?!

bengals this is the new normal 😎

kingjames let’s go!!!!

Mamaburrow so proud of you all! On to the next one!

tombrady see you at the Super Bowl!

User9382 but for real, where was y/n? Where has she been for the last 6 months because?!?!

lahjay10_ back to back baby! We coming for the ring!

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Bengals who dey!!!!

User92384 this is our year boys!

sam_hubbard_ LETS GOOOOOOOO

teehiggins ayeeeee who day nation where are you!

User8173 underdogs who?!

Y/b/f happy birthday to my best friend, my rock, my soulmate. You make everything better 🤍

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Zendaya happy birthday baby! Can’t wait to see you later!

Selenagomez happy birthday gorgeous!

User9342 happy birthday mother!

User29734 it’s the queens birthday!!!

User92382 where have you been girl!?!

User1212 is this a new pic or?! Girl! It’s been 6 months since anybody has seen you!

Y/u/n ✨ birthday shenanigans ✨

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Y/b/f I’m so proud to call you my best friends🤍

Taylorswift happy birthday baby!

Mamaburrow happy birthday ma cherie, know I’m always here for you 🤍

yourmom happy birthday darling, I’m so proud of the person you have become 🤍

User2983 mother?!?!?!?!

User9382 we miss you y/n!!! Happy birthday queen!!!

Bengals happy birthday queen y/n

lahjay10_ happy birthday sis!

Sam_hubbard_ happy birthday lil sis!

User1872 nope, no way they have broke up because, do you all see the comments?

↳ user323232 right?! Mama burrow, ja’marr and sam? Even Bengals?! No way! They’re still together!

User9283 how did the rumors of them breaking up start anyway?!

Joey/nupdates so joe’s family, y/n;s family, bengals family, their friends and other celebs like zendaya, taylor swift, tom holland, kid cudi and more, shared THIS EXACT SAME PICTURE. What is going on!?

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user231 so they’re not separated after all?!?!?

User39 maybe it’s a dinner party for their arc championship guys. chill.

User932 where is this? If anybody knows?

↳ user2 it seems like y/n’s house in Malibu? ↳ user932 didn’t the bengals just play today?!

↳ user2 yeah but I mean….they’re both rich so…..they can easily fly everybody back and forth in 1 day hahah

↳ user232 also, y/n owns a private plane…. So you know….

User9232 this is random but her place is so cute!!!

↳ user838 right?! They’re both pretty private for people who are very much in the spotlight, so little things like these is so nice to see.

joeyb_9 Baby Burrow coming soon.

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Y/u/n this was the hardest secret we had to keep. Thank you joeyb_9 for being the greatest partner anybody could ever ask for. ↳ joeyb_9 I should be thanking you for everything and especially for giving me the best gift ever. I love you my girl. 🤍

↳ y/u/n I love you more 🤍

taylorswift ahhhh! It was so hard keeping this secret! But I love you both so much, auntie Taylor will always be here 🤍

Bengals baby burrow we are ready for you 🤍

Mamaburrow can’t wait to meet the little one 🤍

User2374 SCREAMING

User293842 mother is really a mother now!!! Queen mother!!!!

User02834 I knew it!!!!! i knew they were never broken up this whole time!!!!!!!!

lahjay10_ can’t wait to meet my little bud, gotta start them early

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Joey/nupdates after the announcement that Joe and y/n were expecting (CONGRATULATIONS BY THE WAY) many of their families and friends started posting the gender reveal on their stories. I’m guessing that’s what the dinner thing that they all posted about earlier.

User2342 TEAM BOY!!!

User2384 imagine having a boy and it’s the exact same copy of Joe

↳ user29834 imagine having a girl and it’s the exact same copy of y/n

User92374 this kid gonna be gorgeous that’s for sure.

User0283 the genes!!!! Having the perfect parents!!!

User392 baby burrow!!! Ahhh!!

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Y/u/n my happy boy, so thankful 🙏🏻

joeyb_9 so grateful for you and baby j 🤍 thank you for the best gift ever

Mamaburrow can’t wait to cuddle him!

Yourmom we’ll see you all later! Can’t wait to meet him!

Y/b/f baby j! Cutest baby ever! Auntie will spoil you like crazyyy

User93784 baby j?!?

user9283 I love the privacy but I’m so curious what his name is!

↳ I doubt we’ll know his name until 10 years later hahaha

User3934 this is the cutest thing ever I’m crying

User0210 they really have a baby 😭 so jealous, happy and proud!

a/n: this is my very first fanfic/insta au so... I hope you guys like it. If you want to request anything feel free to do so. I have a few more ideas so hopefully I'll get the chance to start writing them soon. :)

#joe burrow #joe burrow fanfic #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow fic #joe burrow fan fic #bengals #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow insta au #joe burrow au #joe burrow instagram au

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14buddy22 · 11 months

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How You Get The Girl

Part 1: You’re Losing Me / Masterlist

AARON HOTCHNER REDEMPTION ARC WC: 2.9K

Based off “How You Get the Girl” by T.Swifttttt

6 months.

That’s how long you’ve been without Aaron and Jack in your life. It was the worst. You knew he was happier without you. You weren’t holding him back anymore.

But you weren’t happy. You thought you would be happy without Aaron and Jack. But losing them was the worst thing to happen to you. You gave Aaron the ultimatum because you wanted to be happy, you wanted him to be happy, but it came back to hurt you.

The few dates you went on with the owner of the bar were wonderful, but he just wasn’t Aaron. Everything the guy did, you only thought about how Aaron would’ve done it. When you told him you weren’t ready for a relationship, he understood. He just asked that you told Aaron how you felt.

But you couldn’t. How could you just “waltz” into Aaron and Jack’s life again. Jack could never forgive you. You had been in his life for almost 4 years, and you left. You were a mom to him and you left him.

You had seen him one time, on the playground. You were going to walk over and say hi but then you saw Rossi and Aaron and decided to go against it. You couldn’t just show back up in their lives, especially after leaving them.

You missed Jack dearly. He was just a child. You always wanted to be a mom. Being a mom to him for 3 and a half years was the best thing ever. You and him had a special bond, and you were a complete asshole because you let your “happiness” get in the way of that. You were never happy after you lost Aaron and Jack.

While you missed the early morning breakfasts, the spontaneous dance sessions, the rainy movie days, and everything else with Jack, you’ll never forgive yourself for not staying, for not fighting harder for you and Aaron. Something had to give in the relationship, you had just wished that it wasn’t you.

You wished you had given Aaron a different ultimatum. Maybe you should have tried and compromised. But you didn’t, that’s on you. This pain your dealing with is going to take forever to get over. Everytime you see a father and son in the store or on the street, you could only think about Aaron and Jack. Everytime you went shopping, you couldn’t help but go down the office supply aisle and look for the refillable ink for Aaron’s pens. But you could never buy them, you didn’t have Aaron in your life.

Every little thing reminded you of those two boys in your life. You were so much happier with Aaorn and Jack in your life. Aaron was trying, yes there were the missed dates and the broken promises, but you’d rather have the missed dates and broken promises all over again than feel the way you do now.

Alone, Upset, Miserable.

You had still been living with Penelope, both of you decided that it was the best living arrangement. You tried to move out but she insisted you stayed. She had a personal chef, especially because she was not good at cooking, she had a gossip buddy, and you two got to remain friends, even though you and Aaron were broken up.

Penelope filled the voids of your emptiness. She did everything she could to make you happy. She was home every night with you. While she worked for the BAU, she very rarely got to travel, but, you think that after you explained to Aaron why you were breaking up with him, he made her stay back even more, especially when he found out you were living with her.

**** Earlier that day ****

Penelope had barged into Aaron’s office. Not caring what he was doing. He looked up from his paperwork and he said, “Penelope? What’s the problem?”

“Sir, I need to be honest with you. You need to go after Y/n. You love her? Don’t you?”

“Of course I do, but I want her to be happy. That’s my number one priority. She was not happy with me, so, I did what was reasonable. I let her go. I will always love her, but I will always want her to be happy. Even if that’s not with me.”

“But, sir, it is with you! She still loves you. Yes, she’s gone out on a few dates with that guy but they never had sex yet! That’s a sign she still loves you.”

Aaron rolled his eyes and shook his head. He couldn’t believe he was listening to this. As he shook his head, he looked down at the pen in his hand. His heart stopped for a brief moment. These were only the pens he had kept in his home office. He doesn’t know how they got here.

“Penelope. I don’t care if she’s had sex with them. I lost her. There’s no coming back from this.”

“Yes there is. Trust me. She still talks about you and Jack. Her room is decorated with pictures that Jack had drawn her. There are framed pictures of you kissing her cheek. She still wants you. She’s not happy. She’s alone. She’s miserable. She needs you. She was happy with you.”

“She left. I lost her. How could she be happy with me. Something had to give, Penelope.”

“She just wants change, Aaron. That’s all she wants. She thinks about what went wrong and we talk about it every single night. She still loves you, Aaron. She just will never come into yours and Jack’s life again because she doesn’t want to cause you two any more pain than you’ve already been through.”

Aaron thought back to what you and him had talked about during your fight. He scoffed and said, “She’s a people pleaser. She’ll suffer just to make others happy. She needs herself to be happy.”

“Aaron. You make her happy. I promise, if you were to ever talk to her again. She’ll take you back. She’s only thought of a million scenarios where you and Jack come back into her life. I promise. If you think about this, think about how you want to change to be in a better relationship the second time, now’s your chance, Aaron. I can’t stand to see her miserable anymore. If you don’t want her in your life, you need to let me know now so I can be honest with her and help her come back to reality that you won’t be in her life anymore.”

Aaron couldn’t stop Garcia fast enough from talking. He needed to get you back. He had a second chance. Well, that’s what she was telling him. When she walked out of his office, he sat there contemplating how he was going to get you back after how he lost you.

It wasn’t long before it was storming, he didn’t realize how bad it was, but if he wanted you back, he needed to do it today.

****

It was storming really bad out. Streets were flooded, some parts of town were out of power, luckily the BAU wasn’t on a case so you were thankful Aaron was home with Jack. Jack still wasn’t a fan of bad storms. He thought they were cool, but he still loved to be cuddled up on a couch or sleep in bed with Aaron. And at one point, he loved to be with you.

Penelope was making popcorn as you two decided to have a movie night. We heard the crack of thunder and it began to downpour even harder. You didn’t realize how hard it was raining until the TV went silent for a split second, the lights flickering.

“Geez, it’s really raining out there. Anybody who is out in this weather right now is insane.”

As you and Penelope got settled in on your respective seats on the couch, she handed you a bowl of popcorn and a napkin.

“Thank you, Penelope. And not just for the popcorn, but everything. From helping me and giving me a place to stay so I don’t have to look for a new apartment, for being my therapist and listening to the problems Aaron and I had, for telling me how he’s doing at work and how Jack’s been doing. I mean it. It’s been 6 months without them, I want him back, but I can’t go back. I gave him the ultimatum, he needed to realize that I was serious. If I run back to him, what does that show? That this whole thing was my fault, especially when I’d go crawling back. I wanted him to realize when I moved out that he lost me and I wanted him back, I never realized that he would actually be better off without me.”

“Oh sweetness, he hasn’t been better off without you. He’s been taking it hard. He’s not the same person he was when he was with you.”

Part of you wanted to break down and cry. You caused his heartbreak, yet all you wanted him was to be happy. You assumed that letting him have the BAU would make him happy, he didn’t have to come home to a fiancé who complained about his broken promises.

“Let’s begin the movie before we’re both sobbing.”

As Penelope found the video, there was a knock on the door. You stood up, immediately making your way to the door and looking through her peep hole. When you looked through you saw Aaron shaking from the rain, he was cold.

You threw open the door, looking at him, he looked handsome, even if he was soaked from the rain, he looked beautiful. But that’s not what you cared about.

“Aaron! Are you insane?”

Penelope sent a picture to the BAU (minus Aaron) of Aaron and you at the door and said, “Operation get those two back together is in the final stages.”

“It’s been a long six months and I was too afraid to tell you what I want.”

What was going on? Aaron’s at Penelope’s door. You hadn’t talked to him in 6 months, but he’s here. He must have realized that he had lost you. He had to be holding on to some type of hope or faith to think it’s how he’d get you back.

“Aaron, let’s get you out of that suit, you’re gonna catch a cold. And is Jack home alone? He hates storms, Aaron.”

Aaron didn’t budge. He just grabbed your hand and pulled you into the hall.

“I want you for worse or for better. I would wait forever and ever. I broke your heart, I know that. But I’ll put it back together. Like I said, I would wait forever and ever. I was sitting on our couch the other day, in our sunroom, just remembering how it used to be. How the last good memory I have of us was from that morning 6 months ago. It hurt taking down those pictures of us, me kissing your cheek. Those were my favorite ones that I had framed, because you were so caught off guard in them. They were my favorite pictures because that was always my chance to surprise you.”

You couldn’t help but look at him with the most empathetic eyes you ever had. He must have come to his senses that he lost you, or, got close to losing you forever.

“When you told me that I was losing you, I couldn’t believe. I didn’t want to believe it. I lost my mind when I left you all alone and I never told you why. That’s how it works and that’s how I lost my dream girl. God, I miss you. I miss your scent in the morning. I miss when Jack used to be happy to come into our room, now he won’t even step foot in there. I missed that I had someone to come home, too. Someone who told me I was doing my best job, nothing more could have been done. I miss the one who put me above herself. I’m not saying that to be selfish, but I miss it because the date I went on, she only cared about herself. I compared her to you. No one will ever be you. I want you. I want the girl who notices what my favorite brand of pens are and secretly refills them. I want the girl I can come home too and not be screamed at even though I messed up and should be yelled at. I want you. I want all of you. I know I might have lost you for good. You told me that. I’m willing to compromise and cut back on my hours and if we schedule a date, I’m going to make sure you and I go on that date. Because i saw what you looked like on a date with another guy. I saw how happy you were as a live band was playing. You were dancing in the street and I want to be the one to spin you around. I want to be the one who dances with you when no one else is dancing. I want you for worse or for better. I’ll wait forever and ever just to get you again. I broke your heart, I’ll put it back together. I promise you that. I want to get you back.”

Just as he caught his breath, you stepped forward and kissed him. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you closer to him. The kiss was 1000 times better than your first kiss. You know Aaron meant every word he just confessed to you right now. That kiss proves he knew he lost you the first time, and he would never lose you again.

“I’m not going to lose you anymore. It’s you and me until the end of time. Those 6 months were hell without you in my life, I never want to live through that again.”

“I love you, Aaron.”

As you pulled him into Penelope’s apartment, he shut the door behind him and he said hello to her. You excused yourself and apologized to Penelope but she stopped you before you could even say anything else.

Closing your door behind you and Aaron, he pushed you back up against the door, kissing you again. You began to take off his wet suit and as you got him stripped out of his clothes, you stopped just as he was in his boxers.

“Who has Jack?”

“Jack is with Jess. He wanted to have a sleepover there. You know, he misses you.”

You pushed him back against the bed and made him sit down. You moved around the room, grabbing a pair of his sweatpants and tshirt that you had stolen and never gave back after the break up.

As Aaron put his sweatpants on, he pulled you onto his lap, kissing you once more.

“6 months was a long time without you. I never want to be without you for that long ever again. Please come home. Jack misses you, I miss you. I still want to marry you. It’s our 4 year anniversary today, in case you forgot.”

“How could I forget?”

You ran your fingers through his soaking wet hair. You took him in. It’s been 6 whole months since you got to be with him. But it’s probably been over a year since you were having an emotional, vulnerable, intimiate moment with him right now.

“Aaron, I love you. If we do this, we get back together, get married. Things have to change. I can’t go through that again. I can’t do the broken promises. I can’t have a baby with you if you won’t help be a parent to them. I want to have a baby with you because I know you’re an amazing father with Jack, but I want our baby to have those moments with you. Maybe even more moments that you missed with Jack. You told me that was your biggest regret in your life, was not being there for the little things. If we’re going to do this, let’s do this right.”

“I told you. I’m going to fix your heart that I broke. I’m going to do everything to change. I’m going to do it the right way. Thank you for bringing me to my senses. Thank you for giving me a second chance, well more like the millionth chance. But thank you.”

As you and him made your ways onto your respective sides of the bed, you got under the covers with him. When he pulled you into his arms, he waited until you were long asleep in his arms before he decided to close his eyes.

He lost you the first time, he sure as hell would never lose you again. Confessing his love, he wanted to get you back. He wanted to get his girl back, and he did. He would forever be grateful for it.

****4 years later****

As you and Aaron celebrated your 3 year wedding anniversary, 8 years of being together, you were sat around the dinner table with Jack and yours and Aaron’s twins. Within 4 years, you and him had your twins, a boy and a girl, and countless memories with your family.

As you were looking through the photo album, there was a note that had slipped out. When you grabbed it, Aaron tried to grab it from you. You opened it and read, “How You Get the Girl T. Swift”

“Aaron Hotchner. You did not win me back by acting out a Taylor Swift song in real life.”

Aaron smiled and took the note back from you. He kissed you, leaving Jack scrunching his face up and the twins clapping.

Aaron said, “That’s how it works. It’s how I got the girl.”

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Laws Of Attraction (Part 6) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings: language, slight angst, alcohol consumption, mature themes

Word Count: 3,635

A/N: That’s right, I broke the ending into another part which means another chapter is on the way. If you’ve been keeping up, I appreciate you sticking with me through my draughts and generally inconsistent posting schedule. Thank you again for every like, comment, and reblog. Please let me know what you think and enjoy ❤️

The week passed more quickly than you anticipated. You pulled an all-nighter to draft the language you promised. It helped that you couldn’t sleep anyways. You tried to make up for it on the twenty-hour flight from Brazil to Abu Dhabi but again, rest evaded you. It didn’t help that between the travel and the time difference you basically lost a day and a half. You threw yourself deeper into your work as a distraction. You were thankful that there were lots of back and forths of redlines, as expected.

But no matter how busy you kept yourself, you couldn’t stop thinking about that damn kiss that had now been tattooed in your mind. You wished it wasn’t good. You wished he had chapped lips and tasted like onions. But it had enveloped you. The way he grabbed you and the feeling of his stubble on your face set off butterflies in your stomach and other places down south. You were pretty sure you saw through space and time and you suddenly had the ability to hear colors.

And even though the kiss was so good, it was made bittersweet by everything that was discussed afterwards. You didn’t miss the warmth leaving his eyes and his obvious disappointment. On one hand, you handled the situation the best way you knew how. You had been very clear in Mexico on the limits of your relationship, that should not have been a surprise to him. Your job was to be professional and you reestablished those boundaries. On the other, you had somehow removed every laugh line from his face. You missed the crinkles around his eyes and the reverberating bravado of his laugh. If there was another way you could have gone about the conversation, it was lost on you. Leaning into the kiss and those feelings surrounding it was legally impossible. He would simply have to pick up his bruised ego and move on, which you were sure wouldn’t be difficult. The thought helped you somewhat – he was still a handsome, charismatic celebrity who could get any girl he wanted. You were one piece of parsley in an endless buffet. Poor little rich boy couldn’t have the one dish he wanted right now, but as soon as the season was over and you went your separate ways, you would be a distant memory he would laugh at in retrospect. Amongst the models, actresses, singers, and influencers he could pick from, he had trauma bonded with his very average and nerdy lawyer during a particularly vulnerable point in his life.

As your thoughts meandered during the course of the long flight, you were appreciative that you would not be on your own this weekend. The partner apparently decided to show up in Abu Dhabi, finally making Daniel a priority knowing that the matter would be closing. You had gotten somewhat frustrated with Joe, that he kept cancelling on meetings last minute leaving you to deal with everything. There were several silver linings, however. First, you hoped it meant he trusted you with the significant responsibility, which again would likely lead to a positive performance review and a hefty bonus. It may even come in handy a few years from now when you would become eligible to make partner yourself. Second, in picking up that responsibility, you had grown a lot professionally in the last few months. Belgium felt like a lifetime ago, in more ways than one. In the last few restless days your mind kept reflecting back to that first race weekend when you were full of nerves, but lately you didn’t quite feel like the same young associate with a chip on her shoulder and something to prove. Third, for better or worse, you grew to know you client in a way you would not have been able to but for the partner’s absence and that transfer of duty. Because you knew him so well now, you were better able to represent him. This was, of course, a double-edged sword. You’d unintentionally gotten to know the driver far better than you intended. Over the course of months, he poked little holes in your armor leaving you open and vulnerable and inching you closer towards that delicate line you dared not cross. The two of you had danced around it for weeks. If you hadn’t crossed it before, kissing certainly pushed the two of you over the edge together. You wondered what he thought about all this, considering he had far less to lose from the predicament. It would probably be awkward the next time you saw each other, but hopefully still respectful and professional if nothing else.

Meanwhile, Daniel along with the rest of the grid arrived in Abu Dhabi a day early to have a retirement dinner party for Seb. Seb had been unexpected source of support during this uncertain time in his career. Not all of the drivers had reached out to him when news about his early termination with McLaren broke. Of those that did reach out, some were simply surface level exchanges lacking compassion and depth. Seb, however, had helped him navigate a slew of existential crisis. The least Daniel could do was return that support to his friend. He sat next to Lando and Pierre, the drivers chatting amongst themselves during the meal. Of course there was a general curiosity about his plans for next year, but he playfully remained tight-lipped. The conversation was light, reminiscing and debriefing on some of the post-race debauchery over the course of the season. It was all fun and games until Pierre brought up Halloween in Mexico and his failed attempts at bringing home an instragram influencer and a model that night.

“I think I might be losing my touch. But that was a fun night though, yeah?”

“It was, I’m surprised you remember most of it,” Daniel teased.

“Honestly, me too. That girl dressed as you, she was a good time.” Daniel did his best to remain casual, though his heart skipped at beat at your mention.

“Yeah, y/n is fun when she’s not working.”

“I’ve seen her around the paddock a few times. She’s your lawyer, right?” He took a long drink, not liking the direction the conversation was headed.

“Yeah.”

“Maybe when the season is over I can grab her number.” It was more of a statement than a question. Daniel feigned ignorance at the request and laughed.

“I mean I can give it to you, but she probably wouldn’t be able to help you.”

“How so?” Pierre looked at Daniel, both men visibly confused.

“I mean I’m no lawyer myself, but wouldn’t it be a conflict of interest for her?”

“Oh no dude, I don’t want her services – or, uh legal services I should say,” he said cheekily. Daniel’s ears immediately turned red, his jaw clenched, and hand balled into a fist. He did his best to control his facial muscles to not let on to the fact that Pierre had unknowingly stepped on an emotional landmine. Lando, who had been talking to Zhou across from him, sensed the shift in the driver sitting next to him. He diverted his attention for a moment to try to break the tension before Daniel could say or do something he would regret.

“Pierre, she’s way too smart for you and you’re not her type,” he said casually, earning a laugh from the others including Pierre.

“What are you talking about, I’m everybody’s type,” he said with a smirk.

“Yeah, I think that might be part of the problem,” Lando responded. “Plus, you’re already in a committed relationship with this one,” jabbing his thumb in the direction of Yuki. That side of the table continued to laugh and joke, Daniel included, but he didn’t miss the chance to lock eyes with his teammate to silently convey his thanks for discreetly deflecting the conversation away from the woman that had taken up so much space in his mind. Had he really almost punched his friend at a fancy restaurant during his mentor’s retirement party? He was in deep. Hook, line, and sinker.

Daniel had bought himself more time extending the signing with Red Bull, but he had no idea what he was doing. You had made it abundantly clear that nothing could happen until after everything was signed. You also hadn’t explicitly said whether you wanted anything to happen afterwards... All he knew, whether or not anything progressed further between the two of you, he just needed to be near you. He needed more time with you, beyond Monday.

The evening continued with heartfelt sentiments exchanged, and Daniel found himself more and more in his feelings especially as the drinks flowed. He thought he recovered from Pierre’s comments at dinner, but then Seb gave a speech to the rest of grid that brought him to the brink of tears. His mentor’s goodbye made him reflect and contemplate his own journey over the year. Though neither driver would be on the grid next season, Daniel was envious that Seb had the opportunity to leave the sport on his own terms compared to the lack of agency he felt with his tenure with McLaren. Feeling unmoored, you showed up out of nowhere to turn his ship around at the eleventh hour. He wasn’t sure what was next for him, but he knew he couldn’t do it without you by his side. Maybe another drink would take his mind off you.

The night continued, one by one the other drivers called it a night. But Daniel stayed until the wee hours of the morning with some of the younger drivers who had higher tolerances. Lando took note of his teammate’s condition who refused to believe he couldn’t keep up. They hadn’t discussed the elephant in the room, but he could put two and two together even if he didn’t have all the details. You might have been discreet, but Daniel was anything but. He noticed how Daniel perked up just a little on the days you had meetings. He noticed the stupid looks you gave each other, each party oblivious to the other. He noticed all the times you went out with the drivers at Daniel’s invitation, which was surely not in your job description. And right now for whatever reason likely involving you, Daniel was miserable, his melancholia exasperated by alcohol.

“Hey mate, I think it’s time to go back to the hotel,” Lando said as he put an arm around Daniel.

“Nooo, but we’re having fun! For Seb!” Daniel slurred as he held up his drink triumphantly.

“We are having fun, but we have to get up really early. Remember?”

Daniel was too tired to fight back. So he pouted as Lando corralled him into the backseat of the car back to the hotel.

You rolled into Abu Dhabi at 2am. You were exhausted. You had no shame about rocking under eye patches and a face mask mid-flight to at least hopefully make it look like you’d gotten some type of rest over the last two days. Unfortunately, the dark circles that remained begged to differ.

You were in the middle of checking in when you heard commotion in the lobby behind you. You rolled your eyes at the drunks stumbling in, keeping your head down to avoid any interaction.

“That’s it, almost there mate.” You knew that voice. You slowly turned to find Lando struggling to guide a dazed Daniel towards the elevator. You rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times to make sure you were seeing clearly. That made you wake up.

“Lando? Daniel?”

Both drivers looked your way. You suddenly became very aware and self-conscious of your grungy airport outfit: messy bun, no makeup, and full Enchante sweatsuit Daniel had gifted you after Japan. You couldn’t decipher the look Lando gave you that was equal parts relieved and concerned, but Daniel’s face lit up immediately showing off those darn dimples.

“Y/n!”

“Hi. What are you guys doing?” you asked hesitantly. It was mostly directed at Lando since he still had his wits about him, but Daniel answered anyways.

“We had to say goodbye to Seb,” he said solemnly. Lando rolled his eyes seeing the immediate look of concern and confusion on your face.

“Jesus Christ. The guy’s retiring, he didn’t die.”

You gave a polite smile. “I’m sorry, I think I’m missing something.”

“The whole grid had a retirement party for Seb, not a funeral as this one might have you believe. It started with dinner but some guys stayed out and well… he’s just been slightly overserved.” You pursed your lips together to keep from laughing. You could tell Lando’s patience had run thin, but despite his annoyance he had made sure Daniel got back safe which you appreciated.

“Well, thank you for taking care of my client.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’m fine,” Daniel slurred a few feet away, leaning against a pillar in the opulent lobby – immediately followed by him almost slipping but quickly catching himself. He smiled again, proud and satisfied with his own rescue effort.

“Right…” you drawled. You turned to the concierge who had been patient and stoic as the scene unfolded. You’d been informed that the hotel catered to Westerners, but you were still cautious being in a country that technically followed Sharia law despite the many exceptions for expats and tourists. “My apologies ma’am, is it ok if I help escort my friend to his room for a moment? I can finish checking in afterwards.”

“Of course Miss l/n. I’ll still be here.” Having the green light to accompany the two boys, you and Lando flanked Daniel linking your arms through his to walk him to the elevator.

“I don’t need help,” *hiccup* “I’m a strong, independent woman,” he said, though he did nothing to resist your assistance.

“You are maybe half of those things,” you retorted.

“That’s being generous, I give him zero out of three,” Lando chimed in.

“Oh be nice, you know you can feel those muscles,” you lightly countered as you gave Daniel’s bicep a quick squeeze. You gave him a tired, playful smile and the look he returned you was so full of adoration it felt like your heart was going to burst at the seams. He leaned his head on your shoulder when you stepped in the elevator and you wished you could put the moment on pause to keep him there a while longer.

“You can’t possibly be referring to these chicken wings,” Lando replied. “Do you have your room key?” Lando asked Daniel, breaking your daze. Daniel shuffled for a second, patting his pockets, then nodding in confirmation. “Good, I’m going to bed.” He pressed the floor for himself, then Daniel’s.

“I’m sorry, what?” Lando gave you a knowing smile.

“I already did 90% of the heavy lifting, I’m sure you can handle it from here.” You shot daggers his way, Daniel still between the two of you, blissfully unaware of your quarrel. “See you in seven hours,” he said as he got off the elevator.

You sighed as the elevator doors closed, leaving the two of you alone. Daniel was too drunk to feel awkward about the predicament given how you last left things, a lazy smile still on his face.

“You called me your friend. To the concierge.”

“I did.”

“I thought I was your client.”

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive.” He hummed in response. The answer seemed to make him happy. His eyes grazed over you, his smile growing.

“You’re wearing my clothes.”

“An astute observation.”

“They look good on you.” The elevator doors opened as a blush crept to your face. You guided him into the hallway and ignored his comment.

“Ok, what number are you?”

“This way,” he said, ignoring your question and yanking you to the right. You kept your arm around him to steady his swaying. You could smell the alcohol coming off him, making you wonder about the events leading up to this but whatever it was wasn’t a conversation for today. He finally stopped in front of a door and fumbled with his pockets. You waited to make sure he could get into his room, but after a minute or two you got concerned.

“I can go back to the concierge to get another key-”

“No, no, I got it.” You watched as he fished it out from the depths of his front pocket, then struggled with getting it to work on the fob.

“Here, let me help you.” Your own patience running low, you took the key from his hands and opened the door. You had planned on finishing your check-in when you knew he made it inside, but felt bad leaving him in the condition he was in. You reasoned that it was to help him avoid a hangover in the morning so that he would be as camera ready as possible for press day, but it was a loose excuse.

You cautiously entered his room and turned on some lights. Your jaw dropped for a moment – his room was at least triple the size of every other hotel room you had stayed at over the course of the season, every detail pristine. You held the door open for him as you ogled in the foyer. He pinballed off the door frame to make his way inside, leaning against the wall across from you. He openly took you in, admiring how his merch hung from your body more perfectly than he ever could have imagined. He didn’t turn away when you returned his gaze.

“Come on let’s get you tucked in, you have a long day tomorrow – or in six and a half hours.” You grabbed his arm again and brought him towards the bed, and he happily followed you like a puppy. You were relieved he was at least cooperating. You sat him down. “Ok sir, where do you keep your pajamas?” He gave you a wicked grin.

“I don’t wear any,” he said shamelessly. You pursed your lips, you knew you walked into that one.

“Of course you don’t. Well when I leave you can get undressed. Just sit tight for a sec.” You opened up the bottle of water by the coffee maker and poured it into a glass. “Here, drink this.” He guzzled the water, so you poured him another. “Good job. How are you feeling?”

“Better now that you’re here.” He showed off his pearly whites with a giant smile, closing his eyes as his head flopped back.

Oh my God, you’re so drunk, you said under your breath. “I’m serious, do you feel nauseous at all? Headache?”

“I’m peachy,” he said as he swung his legs back and forth off the bed. He played with his hands in his lap. Seemingly able to entertain himself at least for a minute, you walked into the bathroom to go through his toiletries to find some Advil and maybe some tums for the morning. When you returned, your patient was already taking off his shirt and had started undoing his belt.

“Woah, woah, woah, slow down there tiger. Why don’t you take two Advil first?”

“I’ll do anything you tell me,” he said before swallowing the pills you handed him. “I’m going to miss you when you leave.” His sudden shift in tone threw you off. You sat down next to him to show your support and solidarity.

“You know you can always call me. It will be like I never left.”

“As a friend?” he asked hopefully. You smiled and put a reassuring hand on his thigh.

“Yes, definitely as a friend.” There was a pause.

“What about as more than a friend?” *hiccup* “Like, afterwards?” You bit your lip, but smiled.

“I think that’s a conversation for another time.”

“You didn’t say no.” You laughed.

“You’re drunk as a skunk and this is the moment you choose to dissect semantics.” He picked up your hand resting on his thigh, bringing it to his lips to kiss without breaking eye contact.

“Enchante.”

“That doesn’t even make sense, but it sure is charming as heck,” you said between laughs. You pulled your hand back and stood up. “On that note, I think you have everything you need so I’m going to head out. You have two more ibuprofen on your nightstand for the morning and two tums in case you get heartburn or an upset stomach. I set your alarm for 8:00 so you can sleep in a little, but still gives you an hour to get ready before you need to head to the paddock. I think it’s ok if you’re fashionably late.” He pouted. “Oh come on now, no need to frown. You get to take off those pants and go to bed. I’m going to go to bed too.”

“You’re sure you don’t want to stay?” He gave the best puppy eyes he could. Matched with his bare torso, six pack on full display, and unbuttoned belt and pants, anyone with a weaker constitution would’ve folded immediately. But at this point you were a trained soldier, the end of your internal battle in sight. You did make one concession though.

Maybe it was impulse. Maybe it was the jet lag. Maybe it was the possibility he wouldn’t remember any of it in the morning. But in a streak of boldness, you brought your hand to the side of his face, feeling the sharpness of his jawline and the texture of his stubble. You bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Maybe next time,” you murmured, your lips ghosting over his.

His eyes were flying saucers when you stood. “Good night, Daniel. Get some rest.”

Despite how tired he was, it was hard for him to fall asleep after that.

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lunasdreamytreats · 5 days

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Best kept secrets

Baizhu x fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW // !PSUDO STEPFATHER/STEPDAUGHTER RELATIONSHIP! don't like, don't read // modern au // legal age-gap (Baizhu's in his late 30's, reader's in their early 20's) // drinking wine // reader calls their mother 'mama' // petnames (darling, little girl / good girl) // daddy kink (u call him it a few times and he calls himself it too) // mentions of drugs and aphrodisiacs // begging // oral (m+f receiving) // fingering // dumbification // bad writing (was still finding my writing style as i began writing and its not fully proofread)

Word count: 3.5k... (jeez i went crazy)

A/N: HBD MY LOVE 🥰 I love Baizhu sm, been planning this bad boy forever. Please enjoy and make sure to read the warnings carefully and lmk if I missed something ❤️

'How did this happen again?' You ask yourself as you accept another kiss from the man you knew as your stepfather. It feels so wrong, until you remember how your own mother is a cheating gold digger herself. Virtually your whole life up until a year ago had been on the move. Your mother would marry rich men who owned whole companies or company branches and either bankrupt them and leave or cause a scandal so they go out of business and leave. Over 19 years you’ve had a total of 10 stepfathers and you've never been really close with any of them.

As far as you know, the most recent one is the only one out of your stepfathers that has more than one source of income. He owns the only pharmacy in town while also working as a doctor. It must be taking longer to burn through it than normal, you thought, since you're still there.

You feel as if you should be grateful that your mother hasn't ruined it yet, because you've grown fond of life in this family. Your little sister Qiqi absolutely adores you as her big sister. Although your not sure if your mother knows about this, but your stepdad, Baizhu, absolutely loves being able to spend his money on you. Whenever you get off work he'll wait outside for you in the car with your favourite music ready to play. He'd drive around town with you for half an hour before going to pick Qiqi up from school. If you saw anything you wanted while driving, he'd tell you to quickly jump out and buy it with his card.

“Sweetie I don't care how much it costs if you want it I'll gladly get it for you.” Is what he'd say if you tried to protest in any way, in the end, you’ve just accepted it as him wanting to spoil you. Baizhu was very different to any of your other stepfathers, for one, he's making an effort to bond with you..... Oh and he's young, well, young compared to the others. At only 35 when they got married, he was 2 years your mother’s junior and 17 years your senior.

The 4 of you lived a fairly drama-free life up until tonight, when Baizhu came back home after dropping sweet Qiqi off at her best friend Yaoyao's house for her very first sleepover. He came in and asked you to come downstairs and sit on the couch, saying he needed to ask you about something important. You promptly closed the game you were playing and put the controller back, coming down to see Baizhu in the kitchen with a bottle of white wine and 2 glasses.

“Oh? What's the special occasion, Dad?” You asked before sitting back down with him.

“It's about your mother, (Y/N).” You froze slightly, wanting to ask him if anything bad happened to her. However, before you could speak, he placed one of the full glasses of wine into your hand.

"Do you know if she cheated on any of your other stepfathers, like any one of them?"

“Well I don't know for certain, but I've got a feeling she cheated on all of them, including my father.” You lifted the glass of wine up to the light and swirled the liquid around before continuing.

“Right when she leaves them, I found that either their companies crumbled, or they declared bankruptcy. Some less than 6 months after their wedding. It's happened way too many times to be a total coincidence.” Looking over at him, you saw a small sigh leave his lips as his eyes met yours. The low light of the lamps on the wall adjacent to him made his golden irises glow. ‘Oh fuck that's really pretty.... h-hold on a god damn second, that's your stepdad your talking about, dumbass!’ You quickly shook the thought out of your head and took a sip of wine to distract yourself.

“Why'd ya ask?”

“I saw your mother with someone and they were talking about how long until they can run off together....” You always had a feeling she had an accomplice her little scheme, but a whole ass lover all these years? Baizhu leaned forward in order to put the wine glass back on the counter and shifted to face you.

“Thank you for telling me this, my darling.” Eh why the lovey dovey language? He seems to be awfully calm for someone who just found out what a horrible person his wife is.

“Dad.... now that you've caught mama, when do you want us out of here by?”

“Hm? Why would I kick you out, darling?” Again with the darling! Is this really how fathers express their affection towards their children?

“I-I just thought since she's cheating on you, you wouldn't want her or her child arou-!” He's laughing? How? You thought he'd be annoyed. And yet here he is, not only not giving a toss about the current situation, he's laughing at it.... Why?

“Do you think I'd leave my cute, sweet little girl all alone without someone that loves her like I do? No no no darling. Besides, this is the best time to show you something that I've been planning this last year.” What could that be? You wondered. Come to think of it, from his plans for Qiqi's birthday party to things he's overheard at work, he's never kept anything a secret from you. He stood up and retrieved a piece of paper from inside a safe in the wall that he hid behind his back so you couldn't see what was written on it. As he sat back down, you managed to catch a small glimpse of the contents of the paper, you saw your signature there and what you can only assume is Baizhu's, both written in black ink next to each other at the bottom of the page.

'Oh! He must be holding the adoption papers we signed after the wedding'. You had another quick glance at the paper again before he folded it up and set it down on the table.... What?? You must be hallucinating because your pretty sure the words 'certificate of marriage' were at the top of the page. Hang on, if that's a marriage certificate, then why did you clearly see your signature next to Baizhu's?

“Did you see it, my darling?” Baizhu's words brought you back into the moment at hand, oh, that and his hand resting on your waist. The small gesture causing a shiver to shoot up your spine. “You’re my real wife. And you have been all this time.”

“How?” The reality of this situation hitting you like a boulder made your voice go hoarse, coming out like a broken cry. How was he able to hide something so big for so long? “How did I not notice it?”

“I'll be honest, I only got close to your mother so I could be with you, my darling. I knew what your mother was when I saw her, now she's the only one in the dark about it.” Baizhu's voice broke through the stifling silence around us. This is so weird, you’ve always thought your stepdad was a nice man, in personality, heart and looks. And you’ve told your friends about how you'd like your future partner to be like him. So should you go along with it?

“B-But what about the wedding night? Didn't you and mama have sex?”

“Nope, she ran off after the ceremony, I spent the night in your room.”

“W-what!? How the fuck did I not feel you?”

“Not when you've taken the deep sleep elixir I put in your food. I’d put it in whenever I knew your mother was going out for the night.”

“Oh, so that's why I hardly remember those nights.”

“Fuck, you're so cute when you don't know what to make of a situation, darling. I wonder what your reaction is going to be when I do this?” With no warning, Baizhu pulled you closer, onto his lap, and kissed your neck. The bold action made you gasp in shock. While you were distracted, he took the opportunity to catch you off guard again and kiss your lips. The kiss was just as he was, gentle and full of passion, yet demanding. Letting you know that although he’s being gentle, he’s still the one in control. He’s holding you so soft and tenderly, it makes this kiss feel like a natural part of life. Like your forgetting you two had a completely different relationship before...

That's how it came to you and your stepd- no, your husband making out in the open space of the living room. :)

'This isn't wrong. He's my husband.' You told yourself as you kissed him back. The grip his hands have on the flesh of your hips was so soft, as if he couldn't bare the thought of hurting you. Which, in a way, was true. He couldn’t bare the thought of being the reason you were in pain. As the kiss deepened, he felt more comfortable in exploring your body. His hands gently glide up your body before setting on your chest. His hands circle your body to where the dress zipper and bra clasp were.

As his arms pulled you closer, his fingers grazed the bit of exposed skin, making you shiver at the contact. Pulling away from your lips, Baizhu looked at you with love filled eyes and ran his finger over the neckline of your dress before hooking a finger on it and tugging at the fabric.

“My darling, can I?” He asked, rather breathless from the deep kiss. You could only nod in response until you find your voice. That was another way that Baizhu shows he cares, he was patient when you couldn’t get your words out. It was a thing you had struggled with for most of your life. And although it was a small gesture, it was something that mama never bothered to get right.

“Y-Yes daddy~” You managed to whisper a response, your head already felt dizzy and the neck kisses didn't help. Hearing daddy leave your mouth must’ve awakened something primal in him. With a newfound spark of lust in his eyes and a tightened grasp on you, his teeth grazed the skin of your shoulders. You reached behind your back to start unzipping your dress, only for your wrists to be pulled away and held back in one of his hands, while the other pulled the zip down slowly.

“Shhh~ darling, let daddy take care of you now.” An uncomfortable thought came into your head; ‘what if mama came back without warning to see her daughter, clothes slipping off, on her ‘stepdad’s’ lap making out with him?’ But don’t worry, Baizhu has a plan to deal with her if she comes back early. There’s no chance he’d allow this perfect moment to slip through his fingers again. After he pulled the zipper went all the way down, Baizhu started to gently draw circles on your newly exposed skin. The heat building up between your legs was getting frustrating, so you started to rub your clit on Baizhu's thigh to relieve yourself. Until he noticed and gently held your hips in place.

“Darling, I thought you’d let me take over tonight.. you know what happens to bad little girls that don't obey their daddies, don't you, darling?” Baizhu whispered, gently kissing the shell of your ear before continuing, “They. get. punished.” Taping your shoulder blade with each word. Each tap of his finger sent electrifying waves of pleasure down your whole body. You can’t help but lean into his touch, drunk on how quickly you crumbled under his teasing. One thing was for certain, however, the pleasure you felt was unreplicable.

“M'sorry daddy.. don’t punish me, I-I’ll b’good, please..!” You plead, hoping he’d be merciful on you. Since nobody can blame you for being needy. After a few minutes of drawing circles on your back, your dress and bra went flying off you, yelping when the cool air collided with your breasts. Smirking, Baizhu gave your hips a squeeze as his lips left a trail of kisses from your jawline down your chest, before latching onto the hardening nipple. Swirling around it with his tongue, he copied the motion on the other with his fingers, tugging whenever he sucked. All night, Baizhu had been focusing on giving pleasure to your most sensitive spots, like he already had a mental map of where he should focus on.

While your attention was taken up by the stimulation to your breasts, Baizhu let his free hand snake down, across your tummy to settle between your legs. One touch of his slender fingers to your puffy folds sent you jolting forward into his neck with a moan. Thing is, that one touch was only light, nothing much to most people. But to you? Mind-numbing. Actually, you don’t think you’ve ever been this sensitive to anything before.... it’s like your sensitivity to touch became enhanced. Could Baizhu have given you something to do this?

“You like that, don't you, darling? Good girl. Tell me, who’s making you feel this good?”

“Y-You daddy, s’you makin me feel good”

“Good. Fucking. Girl.” With every word, he swiped the pad of his thumb against the nub of your clit. Your hips subconsciously bucked into his hand with newfound lust. Like your body was chasing after his touch after he retracted his thumb. Baizhu's fingers ghosted over the outline of your clit, prodding at your hole. Easing the tip of his index finger inside while holding you steady. When your body relaxed, letting him know you were comfortable with him inside, Baizhu pushed you to the couch so you were laying on your back with him on top. The hand that’d been holding you steady now moved from your lower back to hold your cheek softly, catching any tears that fell over your eyes.

“Fuuck, you're clamping on me so tight.. I’ve barely even started with you, never thought a little foreplay would be all it takes to get you begging for me so soon, darling.” Don’t mind him though, he’s just being all mean and teasing you! He began slowly moving his finger in and out, slightly curving it to graze your soft inner walls. He added a second finger gently, stretching them apart in a scissor motion and continuing to touch places you couldn't dream of being able to touch on your own.

“Fuuck~ ur fingers~ s'deep!” It almost felt uncomfortable, keyword almost. The tender kisses Baizhu left along your body made any kind of discomfort you felt fade away. That is until a strange feeling came creeping into the pit of your stomach. A twisting and churning sensation like a knot threatening to make your insides explode.

“Ha~~! A-Ahh! D-Daddy, feels weird..!”

“Oh? A weird feeling, you say? That's your orgasm building up, darling.” His thumb quickly swiped against the sensitive nub of your clit, “Now be a good little girl and cum for me...” Your eyes peeped open at his words, only for stars to invade your vision as the knot came undone over his fingers and the couch. Your fucked out expression caused Baizhu to smirk in satisfaction, taking pride in being the only person to ever make you orgasm; other than yourself, of course.

“Good girl... ” Baizhu glanced down to where you both connected, taking note of how his wrist was now slightly wet... Did you squirt over him? Or was it sweat? This encounter certainly left you catching your breath.. Your body twitched sporadically as your walls finally began to relax around his fingers, and you sighed in satisfaction. Feeling you come down from your high, Baizhu gently pulled his fingers out, awestruck at your essence which was now dripping down his digits.

“Daddy... love you” You reached your hands out and Baizhu took them in his own, helping your sit up and kissing your knuckles softly.

“Love you too, darling. Cuddles?” He asked, holding his arms out so you could come to him if you wanted. You practically jumped up and slid into his lap, burying your flushed face into his shoulder. ‘Oh, you’re the type to get all cute and cuddly after sexual encounters...’ Baizhu thought, but that’s fine, he’d give all the cuddles you could ever need if you asked. You feel him gently smile on the top of your head alongside wrapping his arms around your middle.

Of course, with all that Baizhu’s done for you tonight, you couldn’t just ignore how hard this encounter made him. His dick throbbed against the cloth holding it back, simply begging for him to do something to relieve it.

“Daddy, lemme help, wanna help it..” You attempted to slip off his lap to kneel between his legs, fully prepared to help him. But he tightens his hold on your body, preventing you from moving much.

“No darling, y’can help me from here.” Baizhu reassured, moving the fabric that concealed his cock out the way. It bounced back against his abdomen, splashing a little precum over his stomach. Your eyes widened, you’ve seen dicks before, (in sex-ed class), but nothing like this. His dick was much bigger than anything you ’ve seen, and certainly bigger than you think you can take. Noticing your unease, Baizhu gently took your wrist and brought your hand to touch it.

“Lemme do it with you, darling... help me feel good too, yeah?” With one arm still holding you tightly, Baizhu’s other hand joined yours, guiding you in jerking him off. Even under two people’s grips, his dick still twitched and pulsed against your hand. Biting your lip, you lean your head down to press small kisses and kitten licks to his swollen, red tip. You looked up at him, still with his tip nestled snuggly in your mouth, eyes trying to convey what you want; for him to use your mouth like a fleshlight.

At first, poor Baizhu didn’t know what to say; he didn’t want to lose his composure and ram into you so hard that it became more uncomfortable than pleasurable, but the look in your eyes conveyed that you were actually begging him to lose it. He let out a long, shaky breath before moving the hand that had been on his cock to hold your hair out of your face. He didn’t even realise he was holding his breath...

“Tap my thigh twice if it gets too much for you, ok darling?” You nodded and began easing more of him into your mouth. He almost couldn’t think straight with just his tip in your mouth, but seeing you slightly struggle to fit him in drove his size kink mad. Baizhu’s fingers raked through your soft hair before setting at the top of your neck, taking control back from you and moving your head along his shaft.

Muffled whimpers and gags mixed with Baizhu’s groans made it easy to lose oneself in ecstasy, so you never noticed the small commotion happening on the other side of the door; never noticed the amused smile on your lover’s face upon realising the trap he and the millelith set achieved it’s intended outcome. Not that you were meant to know about any of this anyway...

“Sh-! Shit, on your knees, darling” You nodded and slid his cock out of your mouth to get into position, obediently for your husband. Baizhu rose from the sofa, guiding his dick back into your mouth as soon as you settled down. This time, he allowed himself the chance to thrust his hips into your mouth, meeting the pace you originally set. His thrusts started slow and deep, becoming more desperate as the pleasure built up.

“god.. m’gonna cum darling” Baizhu’s hold on your hair tightened, pulling at the strands that were wrapped around his slender fingers. He had to lean against the nearest cabinet since his thighs were twitching so much, his legs might’ve given out on him. You have to say, Baizhu’s groans of raw pleasure were a melody you’d never get tired of hearing. Baizhu abruptly pulled out from your mouth, gently taking your hand off from his thigh to place it on his heavy, aching cock.

“Finish it off, darling.. y’did so well, wanna cum on your pretty face..” You nodded and dragged your hand across his dick, feeling the way the large bulging vein running along the underside of his shaft throbbed with need. You leaned a little further up, enough to press your lips against the sensitive skin just underneath his tip. Baizhu’s grip on your hair tightened as his free hand grasped his cock, giving it a few languid pumps.

“Keep still, sweet girl,” He could barely get the words out before the tight coil inside his slender body snapped. Creamy white cum painted your face in spurts and globs, a testament to the adoration that Baizhu had harboured for you for so long.

#omg first original genshin fic on here?#whats gotten into me 😱#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact #genshin #genshin baizhu #baizhu x reader #baizhu smut #♡Baizhu♡

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hazelchooseme · 6 months

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A mistake I don't regret | Hazel Callahan.

AU established in the modern world

I don't know what's happening to me but I can't seem to stop writing. So I wrote this 👍

English is not my first language.

Song recommendation: I Know Places by Taylor Swift

Enjoy 🧡

"I finished." You celebrated by throwing your arms up and your head back, you could already feel the end of the semester at the tips of your fingers, you just had to hand in a few assignments, pass a test and you would be completely free for 3 months. The best moment of your life is coming, the holidays.

"I'm going now." You turned to Hazel's voice coming out of the hallway, she was dressed in brown jeans and a green flannel, the gray shoes were the same color as the backpack that hung from one shoulder. She stopped behind you, resting her hands on your shoulders and leaning down to look at the computer screen. "Now that you're done, are you sure you don't want to go?"

"I need to turn my brain off with a low-budget movie with lousy audio, but thanks."

"Good luck finding one worse than the one we saw yesterday." She told you as she messed up your hair.

From what you understood, Josie had received a new video game so she wanted to have a sleepover to try it out, she invited all the girls to spend the night together but this week had consumed you so you had to decline, you knew that Annie would bring her brownies and not being able to try them broke your heart, luckily Hazel knew you well enough that she promised to bring you some, you didn't know what would happen to you without her.

Getting up from the chair you followed Hazel to the door to say goodbye, this had become a routine that you had developed in the 4 years you lived together, every time one went out the other would leave her at the door, they had been doing it for so long that you no longer remembered who had started it.

"Tell them I said hello." You said, leaning on the nearby wall with your arms crossed watching the blue-eyed girl put on her shoes.

"Okay, I'll remind them not to call you so they don't bother you."

"Also remind PJ not to drink so much, I won't be there to clean up the vomit."

"I know." Putting on a red baseball cap in front of the mirror you had in the hallway, she sighed with false sadness. "We will miss you very much."

"Asshole."

Listening to her laugh you were grateful for having crossed paths with her in your life, she was one of the kindest, sweetest, most attentive people you had ever met. You met about 6 years ago when you moved in the middle of your high school years, you connected almost immediately that when you managed to get into college moving in together was more than decided. Everything had been perfect until now, or at least it was until you developed a crush on her earlier this year. It had started when she excitedly told you how she had started talking to a new girl, in the past when she did it you were genuinely happy for her, after all she deserved the best and more, but at that moment you felt like you had been punched in the stomach and spit in your face, the jealousy didn't last that long since that relationship lasted about 3 months, but afterwards you still felt guilty for feeling that way with your best friend.

"Take." You handed her the keys to your car, it was a fairly old one but it kept running, which was the important thing.

"Are you sure? I can order an Uber."

"Take it, it's much safer this way."

"Thank you." She said taking the keys and putting them in her pocket.

She began to approach so you began to stretch your arms waiting to receive the usual hug, when suddenly Hazel's left hand traveled up to your cheek and her lips collided with yours. Although you had looked at her lips an embarrassing number of times you could never imagine how soft they would be, it was just a small pressure but you could still feel something exploding in your chest and your pulse was beating so fast that you could hear it in your ears. You stretched out your right arm catching her waist but as soon as it started it ended and she pulled away from you.

"Tomorrow I'll arrive early so we can have breakfast together." And with one last toss of your hair she walked out the door.

What the fuck just happened?

Hearing the commotion from outside Hazel entered the house without knocking, at this point those formalities were not necessary with the trust they already had. Humming a song, she entered the kitchen to leave some snacks and drinks that she had bought for the night. After having almost everything organized, she called Josie to help her carry everything to the room.

"Hello Haze, what's up?"

"Glasses please." She ordered as she opened a Coke. "And nothing very interesting, did they all arrive?"

"Sep, you're the last to arrive. How is Judas?" She asked, leaving the glasses on the table and eating some potatoes that were on a plate.

Mr G had once called you that after he caught you cheating on a test, they never let you forget it.

"Well, she just finished some work so she was going to rest."

"More food for us then."

"By the way, is there alcohol? She asked me to take care of—."

But before she could finish saying anything, an image came into her head. Your mouth, her mouth, together. Holy shit. Dropping the glass of drink she put both hands on her head as she cursed. No. No. No. It couldn't be, she couldn't have done what she was remembering that she had done, that she had done to you.

"Hazel what the fuck? What happened, are you okay?"

It had to be some trick of her mind, it just couldn't be real, but it was, what the fuck had she done?

"Hey, what's wrong? Are you having a heart attack?"

"What happened, why so much noise?" She could hear someone's voice in the background but she couldn't identify who.

"I think she's having a stroke."

"What?!"

Trying to control her breathing, she turned to see the two girls who were in the kitchen with her.

"I kissed her." She whispered, unable to say it out loud.

"What?"

"I kissed her." She managed to articulate more clearly.

"What? Who?" Making eye contact with Annie she didn't need to say anything else, they had understood.

"Holy shit." Josie said with wide eyes.

"Was it with tongue?" Sylvie asked as she had just entered the kitchen.

"I kissed her." She repeated to herself without being able to believe it.

Leaving the video game more than forgotten, everyone settled into Josie's room as best they could.

"Why the fuck do you kiss her if you're going to regret it later? What a pussy." PJ judged Hazel sitting upside down in a chair.

"I didn't realize what I was doing, don't judge me."

"We don't judge you, we make fun of you." Sylvie clarified.

"But seriously, how do you kiss someone by accident? Aren't you hiding something from us?"

Although Annie's question was not intended to upset or offend, Hazel couldn't help but feel a hint of discomfort upon hearing it. Sure, you were her best friend and she loved you very much but it's not like she had those kinds of feelings towards you, right?

"I don't, I don't know what you mean."

"Looks like." PJ stung with intention.

Well, maybe she thought about you more than she should or looked at you for long periods of time when you didn't realize it, thinking how beautiful you were, but you were best friends, that's what they do, they care about each other and think they are the most beautiful people they have ever seen. What they probably didn't do was kiss each other and not feel a bit of remorse, because yes, Hazel didn't regret having kissed you, in fact, she had enjoyed it and suddenly found herself wanting to leave everything here and go home to finish what she had started.

"Oh my god, you want to fuck her so bad." PJ exclaimed when she saw the blush appear on the blue-eyed girl's face.

"Don't talk about her like that." It was the only thing she could say before remaining silent again with her head racing.

Okay, she could admit to feeling a small attraction towards you, something insignificant, or was it something more than that?

Suddenly a conversation came to her mind, one that she had with her ex-girlfriend before breaking up a few months ago, one where she complained that Hazel spent too much time talking about you and that she should choose between her or you. Swallowing hard, she remembered how she chose you in a heartbeat, without any regrets afterwards, because maybe, and only maybe, it was always you.

"I'm so screwed." She admitted with his face in her hands.

"Think positive, I had started to think that you were the problem with all your relationships ending, and that was the case, so."

"How is that positive?"

"That I was right."

She silently thanked Brittany for hitting PJ on the head.

Exhaling she turned to Isabel. "So, what do I do now?"

"Amm, I can help too, you know." Josie said hurt.

"Shut up, no, you can't, in your first kiss with Isa you almost fainted." Sylvie reminded her.

"Did you tell them?" She asked, very offended.

"Not now, baby."

"Okay."

"Look, Hazel, we can give you a thousand tips but the only way to clarify everything is to talk to her."

"I don't know, I don't even know if she likes me." She suddenly remembered something that made her want to dig a hole in the ground and never get out of it. "Holy fuck! I kissed her without even asking her, I'm a disgusting person."

"Oh please, if she hadn't been dying for you to do it." Annie told her, looking at her as if she were stupid.

"What?"

"It's true, she was dying those months you were dating that girl at the beginning of the year." Brittany said after a silence. "It was too obvious, actually."

"No, that was for something else, she told me. Why would she lie to me?"

"Why are you so worried about the kiss you just gave her?"

Confused by Isabel's sudden question, She decided to just answer it. "Because I don't want to screw up our friendship obviously." The raised eyebrows of everyone in the room made her understand. "Ah."

"Yes, ah, so now get up and go eat her mouth, you both deserve it." In the middle of her realization, PJ had walked towards her to pull her by one arm out of the room to leave her outside the house and close the door in her face.

Without really understanding what was happening, she got into the car and began driving towards her house with the screams of her friends behind her.

"Yes, queen!"

"Go get some pussy!"

"Good luck."

"Don't be like Josie!"

"I was very brave when I kissed Isabel!"

Standing outside the apartment she couldn't have the strength to enter. Would you be sleeping or watching TV? Maybe you locked yourself in your room so you wouldn't see her, maybe you hated her. Pushing those thoughts out of her head, Hazel inserted the key into the lock and with a sigh she opened the door and entered the apartment.

Her first impression of the place is that it was exactly the same, your computer was still on the table next to an empty glass, both the hallway light and the kitchen light were on, the only thing different was the sound coming from the living room and the darkest sky. She took off her shoes, taking more time than necessary, to finally stand up and give herself a mental cheer, at the end of the day you had been the one who was kissed out of nowhere and you needed answers.

The first thing she saw was the movie you had put on, on the screen was a very 2000s looking movie that she didn't recognize, going a little further into the room she could finally see you, you were looking at the screen but it was very clear that your mind was somewhere else.

"I thought you were arriving tomorrow."

Hazel jumped a little in her place, she didn't expect you to have heard her coming.

She shifted in her position and with a hand on her neck she tried to find her voice. "I came earlier" How smart.

"Why?"

"Um, I have to talk to you, because of what... I did, because of what I did to you."

"What did you do to me?" This time you turned to see her. Hazel scared and worried eyes looked bright from the reflection of the TV, you could see how she couldn't sit still and her messy hair confirmed that she had passed her hands through it many times, a sign that she was anxious.

"Are you angry?"

"I'm confused." You responded.

Hazel nodded her head and moved a little closer to you but without sitting down.

"To be honest, I don't have a clear explanation for why I did what I did, I'm sorry if it inconveniences you and if you want me to leave I will do so immediately."

"You regret it." It wasn't a question, from the blue-eyed girl's reaction you were sure that she considered the kiss a mistake, but her response made you swallow your thoughts.

"Unless it made you uncomfortable, I would never regret it."

A little shaky, you slowly got up from the couch without breaking eye contact, you were tired of so many crossroads and unanswered questions.

"I liked you Hazel, I liked you so much that it hurts, and, and I didn't know what to do or say because-because losing you would be the worst thing that could happen to me, but, but then you kissed me and I went crazy and I realized that I don't like you. I love you Hazel. I can't live a life without telling you how I feel, 'cause some part of me hopes that you feel the same way."

Your hands itched to grab something to distract yourself but you refused to move, you wanted your words to reach her with nothing but pure sincerity.

"You love me? Me?" Hazel's voice came out shaky and her eyes grew brighter with tears.

Shit, had you been too direct? There was no longer an opportunity to retract it and you didn't want to, if this was the end you were going to repeat it as many times as necessary. "Yes Hazel, I love you."

In less than three seconds Hazel was all over you, the impact of the body almost threw you back but her arms around you stabilized you, her face was buried in your neck and one of her legs was between yours. Although it was a fairly tight and suffocating hug, you never felt lighter and calmer.

"I love you too, you have no idea how much I love you." She said making her breathing tickle you. So you laughed as you wrapped her in your arms too, your chin ended up on her head where you placed a kiss and heard several I love yous coming out of Hazel's mouth.

You hugged each other for what seemed like an eternity, both of you holding onto each other not wanting to let the other go. After another while Hazel raised her head and one of her hands went to your cheek, where she caressed your cheekbone with her thumb.

"I love you." She said again with a smile full of emotions. Love, calm but excitement, happiness.

"I love you." You repeated to her, feeling the same way.

A shaky sigh escaped her lips directing your attention to them, you had kissed those same lips a few hours ago.

"Can I kiss you?" You asked with as much self-control as you could muster.

She didn't even respond to you when her mouth collapsed on yours, the hallway kiss had been just a small bump, two lips together just sharing an innocent moment, but this kiss was the opposite. Her mouth moved desperately over yours, while one of her hands went to your neck where she began to play with your hair, the other remained firm on your hip, keeping you glued to her. Tasting your lower lip you opened your mouth allowing her entry to explore, your hands went under her shirt, you were grateful that it was a loose fabric as it gave you more freedom to touch everything you could. With a shudder she pushed you towards the couch where, changing position, she sat down and you fell on top of her. Her wet tongue began to run along your neck, her hands went to your hair, pulling your head back so she could explore everything about you, your hands went in the direction of her bra that you unclasped almost expertly. Her mouth returned to yours where she began to leave wetter but slower kisses, her two hands went to your lower back, pressing you closer to her, after a few seconds the kiss began to become a little calmer to end with her placing small kisses all over your face, laughing breathlessly you rested your head on her neck.

"Are we something now?" You asked stupidly, it was obvious that oxygen still wasn't reaching your brain.

"Shit I hope so because I need to kiss you like that again."

With a sigh of relief you moved away from her neck so you could look into her eyes.

"Hazel, I love you."

"And that's why I'm the luckiest girl in the world." Savoring the moment, and her lips, you decided this was the best moment of your life, screw the holidays.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 1 month

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AITA for telling my friend to not tell their crush how they feel?

TW: mention of suicide

So my (16 M) friend (16 M) who we will call T is a very close friend of mine despite us only being friends for about 7 months. He recently went through a super traumatic break up. Like he walked to my house crying and was threatening his life it was that bad, but I’ve always been there to try and help him. I’ve also introduced him to my friend group which consists of 5 boys and 1 girl, who we will call L. L and me had been friends for years. Since we’ve been 4. Me and her aren’t super close but she is definitely someone I would put in my emergency contacts. I love her. She is one of my best friends and her and my boyfriend are also super close. She also had just gotten rejected by her long time crush. She is a very skittish lady and romance isn’t her top priority. She also has just met T. Like. Very recently. They have had 2 conversations maybe and that was in the last 2 weeks.

Now, here is where I might be the asshole. So T tends to be very dramatic. He exaggerates a lot of things and makes them seem a lot worse than they actually are. Like for example, he said his family would make fun of his previous girlfriend, when actually they were just teasing him about even having one and saying he was a lover boy (I’ve heard these conversations myself) Recently, T has told me that he had a crush on someone in our friend group and that he was thinking about telling them. This concerned me, because 5/6 people in our group had partners, except L, who he barely knew. So when I asked him who, he made me do a bunch of tasks to find out, which annoyed me because I didn’t really care THAT much, but he insisted I did them. When I found out it was L, I was extremely confused, and I mentioned how he spoken a handful of words to her. He said that it didn’t matter because he was in love with her and was going to tell her. I strongly advised him not to, because he was far from her type, she would reject him, and future hang outs would be awkward or people wouldn’t want to come. He told me that he would think about it and one of our other friends told him to play the waiting game, which I reminded them that L had just got rejected and it would probably be awhile (like. Years) before she was ready to date again. T told me that I was discouraging him, which has started to make me mad. I’m starting to think he only likes L for her looks and not actually for HER. I recently asked him after one of his rants about her if he even knew her middle name, which he replied with “no, but we played Minecraft last night! I’m advancing into friend level!”

That irked me bad. You should ALREADY be friends with someone you have a crush on. I’m thinking about dropping him as a friend because he has said some kinda racist remarks about how black actors can’t play stereotypically white characters because it’s either “not historically accurate” or “not the same as the original source material” and this whole situation isn’t helping me. I just wanna protect my friends.

AITA??

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #suicide cw

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samptlay · 2 months

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To My Sweetheart Who Carries A Wounded Heart ~ Info.

Blade & Reader's Relationship

Series Masterlist, Chapter 1 🤍, Chapter 2 🖤, Chapter 3 🤍, Chapter 4🖤, Chapter 5🤍, Chapter 6🖤, Chapter 7🤍

Being childhood best friends, they knew everything about each other and been there for all of the other's milestones.

Reader describes Blade as his soulmate and is the only person throughout the whole series who calls him "Ren."

They met in kindergarten or preschool (I forgot what I wrote for that) and the reader kept on bothering him until he acknowledged her and proved to care for her, and since then has been inseparable.

It goes deeper into detail in Chapter 2:

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52453421/chapters/132797800

Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/samptlay/737693316678828032/to-my-sweetheart-who-carries-a-wounded-heart-ch

Before meeting Levi, (the reader's current husband) reader would call Blade at least 4 times a week and they would go out together 2-to 3 times a week. Lots of people thought of them as a couple, but both the reader and Blade would shut down the idea.

If the two of them were honest, the attraction and romantic tension were there. There was one night that the two had made out under the influence back in high school as seniors, but the two of them both agreed to just not speak of it. (Blade thinks about it every few months.)

However, none of them had ever made a move. And this is because of the phase he went through during high school. During the beginning of their sophomore year, Blade had started to hang out with guys who thought they knew better than everyone else. Guys who thought girls were just objects made for their satisfaction. Though it didn't change the way Blade acted around the reader, he was arrogant and an overall bastard to everyone else.

A bastard with a handsome face that had ladies all over him. He started to smoke and drink (not enough for him to be an alcoholic or anything, this is what also led to the make-out sesh with the reader one night) He had dozens of girlfriends throughout those years and cheated on them all. Even when he found someone he was actually interested in, he couldn't help but give in to the temptation of other females. So in summary, he was a total player who couldn't commit himself to someone for anything.

This behavior sadly faded into his early years of adulthood. He had different girls running in and out of his apartment every few weeks.

*Switching to 2nd POV, sorry.

You always scolded him about it, worried he would catch something or end up knocking a girl up though he always insisted he played it safe. He admired you even more during those times, because you never seemed to judge him for it. However, you were off limits, out of reach.

This also happened to be around the time you and Levi got married. Blade knew he couldn't commit himself to you, so he didn't have anything to say when someone else swept you off your feet. That doesn't mean he didn't feel anything at all. He took at all the frustration of not being there for you on other women, and got into a bad drinking habit.

Not exactly an alcoholic, but still. You let Blade know you would avoid being alone with him for a long while until you completely have your partners trust to come see him alone. Though Blade understood, it still made his heart ache.

It wasn't until he lost his job in a very risky project he wasn't even supposed to be working on in his company, that he sobered up. (Something like in the game.) During this period, he only had enough savings to last him 4-5 months but it would run out quickly. You had tried to offer him help but Levi wouldn't let you, saying you were being "too nice" and on your way to "giving Blade the wrong idea.".

When I eventually got to one month of unemployment, he was at the gym trying to gather his thoughts while in his own little bubble until a man named "Elio" approached him. Apparently Blade had been watched for about a year according to him and had no idea. Elio said that he knew Blade was running out of cash and offered him a job with a salary that would have people bending backs for. The requirements of the job were tight and required his whole life to fall into Elio's hands, but Blade was desperate and broke.

He didn't have time to entertain women or get wasted. The work was definitely sketchy, and he knew all the things he weren't all legal. He's been under-cover, stolen, fought, involved in fraud and more. All of this seemed to wake him up to true adult life and look back at his past self in absolutely disgust. Of course, you were stoked and over the moon about his new found maturity and even seemed to be around more, just because you felt a lot more comfortable & secure. with this Blade.

Yet, you had no idea what caused the change and always pressed him about it, a little concerned about his choice of field since you swore that Golden Watch he had on was more than both you & his savings combined. Each & every time, he gently shut you down and avoided the topic, deciding that this would be the one wall you'd never be able to break with him. After two years, you let it go and to be honest it caused a small strain in between the two of you since you though he didn't trust you anymore, which wasn't true. He was just silenced.

But you two were still each other's favorite person. Even if you were married, Blade was your soulmate. You've texted him at least 3 times a week throughout your whole life and make sure he never feels forgotten, vice-verse.

But as of the last three years, you seemed to be getting worn down more and more, day-by-day. Each month, the amount of times you'd call him crying because of arguing with your husband increase and he swears that he would have kidnapped you himself up and out of that place long ago if you'd let him.

End of 2nd POV.

In conclusion, Blade & Reader are strictly platonic even though there is little romantic tension, it's more of a click when it comes to the two. They never judge each other for anything and if one party calls, the others is zooming over there in an instant, no matter who there partners are.

Note this, Blade has always wished him and Reader had gone out in their early highschoolers years. Then perhaps his whole life would be turned around, as well as having a ring on his own finger.

And if you weren't married as of now, he would have proposed the moment he left his past self behind. But that's not the case. So for now, he'll admire you from where he currently is.

But Reader knows he loves her. And Blade knows reader loves him too.

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devieuls · 11 months

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The way of love pt.IV

Neteyam Sully x Tayrangi Fem Reader (Na'vi)

Warning of the Serie: MDNI. Dom Neteyam x Fem Reader; SMUT; ANGST; FLUFF; Dirty Talk; Fangs; Bites; Blood; Spit; Power Play; Jealousy and Possessiveness; Foreplay; violence; Swearing; Teasing; Unprotected Sex; Enemies (because of you, Neteyam treats you well). Aged characters: Neteyam 19 y.o / You 18 y.o. SERIE

Synopsis: After a great loss happened in your family, you are forced to take a role that before did not belong to you, following a path that you will feel like your only in time. Just when you thought you were finally overcoming the loss, your clan shows up with those you blame for the great offense received. You are the daughter of the first Olo'eykte of all clans and are about to take your mother’s place to lead the Tayrangi clan, but first you must follow Neteyam (the eldest son of the man you detest with all your heart) To train him, despite your contempt for the Sullys and everything about them, you inevitably bond with the boy, unknowingly falling in love with him.

CHAPTER WARNING: Some parts are explicit and slightly NSFW, if you are minor do not interact with the series, the more I go on and the less chaste it will be.

Lenght : 4k

Notes: Okay, I’m the biggest clown ever. I realized I didn’t put the link of the characters' ceremonial clothes (I updated later, so new readers will have seen them. WELL: Neteyam & Y/n . Tul'pey & Y/n . Tul'pey: pv (Just look at the clothes and the paint on the body pls, the faces make me laugh too)

NA'VI WORDS: KARYU: Teacher. 'ITE: Daughter. TANHI: Star. TSMUKE: Sister. KXIMYU: commander, one with authority over another. TSKXEKENG: Training (means training but when I use it in history it is to indicate the training path for Olo'eyktan and Olo'eykte. Na'vi vocabulary and my searches do not provide the Tsakarem version for those who make the path to becoming Olo'eyktan)

PART: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10

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" I leave you two alone, I see that the girls are calling me" your voice was slightly sour, before giving a kiss on the cheek of your partner and throwing an annoyed look at Neteyam, making him smirk.

You sighed away from the two boys and headed to the spot where your best friend, Uleyte, the village singer, was sitting. She was like a sister to you, she understood you why no one could, and she often saw far beyond your gaze, giving you advice and support. "In the midst of two fires?" Uleyte said, smiling, approaching you, and then taking your hands gently. You looked at her confused, not understanding what she was hinting at. "What do you mean? I’m not in the middle of fire." You said to your friend, laughing slightly, thinking it was one of the many meaningless things she said to make you laugh. "You know what I mean. Those two fires" Your friend’s hand landed on your face, making you turn towards the spot where Neteyam and Tul'pey were chatting amicably. "What? No! No fire. Tul'pey is the man destined for me." You said looking away from the boys, to point it at the girl who looked at you with affection. "Mh-mh I know, but does your heart feel the same?" she continued. You opened your mouth to respond, but you were stopped immediately by your friend’s manicured fingers, "No, look for the true answer in your heart. This month you’ve told me more about Neteyam than about Tul'pey in a whole year." His sweet, melodious voice made you think for a second. "You’re wrong, I have no feelings for him. You know it’s his fault if-" Uleyte nodded before you finished the sentence, he knew you’d hurt even the thought of talking about Ney'nari, your older sister. "Ma y/n… You always say that, but is that really what’s in your heart? Ney'nari wouldn’t want to see you deprive yourself of something just for events, which you know as well as I do, not totally inherent in Neteyam." She shook her hands, looking you in the eye. " I see what I want to hide from your mind, Eywa loves all her children and if these feelings are true, she'll help you"

Uleyte listened to you with a sweet smile as she watched you so desperately try to convince her she was wrong. But you knew perfectly well that she understood you, after all, after your sister’s death, she was the one who stood by you and filled that role with so much love. You had grown up together, even though she was a little older, you both saw each other as sisters and Ney'nari herself did not distinguish between you, treating both of you as her own blood. Uleyte knew how much you suffered for the girl’s death, becoming the rock and shelter you needed to move on. "Sometimes our enemies are our experiences, not people. You have a strong heart, ma y/n, but you are weak of spirit" The girl’s hands rested on your heart "Your mind may betray you, but your heart may not." Your gaze was slightly lost on that of your friend, trying to find adequate answers. " Let your heart speak for once. Today you have the chance to try and give forgiveness," she concluded, and then receive your little smile. Your friend took some of the paint that was on the bowls distributed throughout the village and drew a line from the cupid’s arch to the chin. This line had a particular meaning, you had never brought it among the various tribal designs because it was the symbol of 'truth', if a person dear to you creates this design, it spurs you to tell the truth and look for it. " Ma Uleyte…" You whispered with a thread of voice as she continued with a few stitches at heart level "Listen to your heart and make it speak, this is the only way to honor Ney'nari." She said while she was fixing your beads that she had to move to do the drawings.

The Day of Atonement was an enchanting and magical day also thanks to these moments, the paints were in small containers scattered around the village because when you forgave someone or advised them, some lines or dots symbolizing forgiveness were drawn on the skin of the other. Usually, the Na'vi would end the day with their bodies full of magnificent drawings and they would talk about it while feasting or dancing around the bonfire.

You watched your friend as you felt the tip of your nose pinch, knowing that soon you would drop tiny drops of dew from your eyes. You bent your head slightly and then was greeted by the girl’s hands. " Oel Ngati kameie, ma y/n" whispered as she leaned her forehead on yours, something your sister always did when she was still alive. You knew she saw you, she was one of the few people to do it and to understand you spiritually without needing Tsaheylu. "Oel Ngati kameie, ma tsmuke…" you managed to respond in a whisper, while you closed your eyes to hold back tears. You didn’t really want to realize that maybe you didn’t hate Neteyam, just convinced by the fact that because of his family the most important person in your life was gone.

The first few hours passed quickly, your body was full of colored paint for people who had forgiven you, and you had done the same with your clan members. It made you smile that like every year Tul'pey had only a few patches of color, after all he was a pure soul, he would not hurt anyone and that’s also why you liked the idea that one day you would be a couple. Looking away slightly, you noticed that Neteyam was devoid of any color, after all since he arrived in the village he had always offered to help anyone, whether it was for boring or extremely interesting things. For this reason the new designs were made with white paint, a symbol of purity, just to encourage him to continue being so. Your jaw twitched slightly, knowing that one side of you would cover him completely with paint, not so much for forgiveness as for marking his 'faults'. You hoped with all your heart that he would not come to ask for forgiveness, after all from his point of view it would not make sense to ask you to forgive him if he had not directly killed your sister. To help your cause you had made sure to sneak at his eyes as much as possible, Which he noticed every time he tried to get close to you.

Soon you got tired of running away from Neteyam and leaning against one of the huts in the village, looking up at the sky as the wind lightly ruffled your hair, making you smile slightly thinking it was the caress you needed from your sister. You didn’t notice the footsteps approaching, but you did realize that someone was watching you. "Am I disturbing you?" He asked for a warm voice that you identified as that of Neteyam. Your eyes followed the voice and then met the boy’s face. "If I’m being honest? No." You said spontaneously, and then you looked at the smile on his face. You don’t know why you said 'no' instead of 'yes' but by now you had spoken, you could not change position. "That’s what I was hoping… I’m here for-"you stopped him, nodding. "I know what you’re here for. If it’s for forgiveness I-" This time it was him who stopped you, before laughing slightly. "I will not force you to ask forgiveness for what you said or to force you to forgive me. I am here to ask your forgiveness for invading your space from day one, and for what you have suffered because of my family. You don’t have to forgive me, if you don’t want to, I get it, "He said softly and then came a little closer to you. " I know apologies won’t bring back the dead, but I felt like I should tell you"

Your eyes soften slightly, were he really apologizing for something he hadn’t even committed without even demanding your forgiveness? Your chest swelled slightly and then nodded in the wind. "Actually, I should be asking for your forgiveness. I mistreated you from day one just for your family, without even knowing you or anything else." You said, looking sideways, noticing how the boy put his hand under your chin to lift it. "That’s not necessary. I understand that, Ma Tanhì" His voice was sweet and all you could do was meet his honey eyes and be enchanted. "But I…" You stopped when you saw Neteyam’s sincere gaze, as if he didn’t need your apology, "By the way, you know my name, use it. No sense calling me Karyu," you said, slightly pulling Neteyam’s hand from your face. "Your name? Nah. I will use your name only if you want it, until that day, I will call you Karyu or Tanhì" His voice made clear the respect he had for you, making you smile slightly. You had never met a na'vi like him, always kind and respectful, and the fact that he asked you for your consent to use your name was something that had marked you particularly. Neteyam’s fingers went to dip in one of the bowls of paint, and then created four lines on your neck, two on each side. " I forgive you, ma Tanhì" he said as he drew the red lines on your neck, his eyes focused on making beautiful parallel lines, while your gaze was focused on his face. " Four lines?" you whispered to know the meaning, drawing his gaze to yours. "The four virtues. Your wisdom" He pointed his finger to the line that was closest to your face in the right side. " courage" his finger now rocked the line below. " strength" this time his finger pointed to the top line on the left side. " and… love," he said, touching the last line, the one 'closest' to the heart.

Your eyes collided a second time, in silence as your eyes spoke more clearly than your mouths could. A little tension was created between the two of you, a tension that brought you tranquility and little chills on your arms. " Well, I…" you two said at the same time, you blushed slightly, hoping he wouldn’t notice. " You first." said the boy, and then let you nod. "Thank you… t-that’s all" you whispered, making him smile. It was the first time you thanked him sincerely. "You don’t have to thank. It’s the least I could do." He said and then moved a few locks of hair behind your ear, touching the flower that was placed right there. " I’m glad you kept it" his eyes pointed at the flower. "Hmm?" you said without understanding. " the flower" also this time you spoke at the same time. "Actually, I wanted to throw it. It was my mother who made it into a jewel" you said honestly, making the boy laugh. " I would have expected it from you. But I do like the idea of you carrying something of mine." Her gaze shifted back to your eyes. " You are shining today" his sweet, sincere tone crashed into your ear as your breathing slowed and your heart accelerated once more. " You too…" to your words Neteyam stroked your cheek with his knuckles, feeling as if you were shivering at contact, and then slipped his hand under your chin. He wanted to kiss you, he was sure that the moment was perfect, your eyes wandered on his face trying not to dwell on his lips, the closeness and the small atmosphere that had been created. Both of you wanted each other, it was so obvious by the way you were talking and how you created tension with a few gestures. The boy was holding back from touching you and kissing you, but you were a magnet to him, exacerbating your hatred of him. You swallowed trying to regain the reason "Neteyam…" you whispered, as to bring back into this world. Neteyam narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath, reluctantly removing his hand from your face and backing slightly. " Distance, right?" he said with a slight pinch of frustration. "yeah…distance…" you confirmed while yelling at your heart to calm down.

At that moment some girls approached for Neteyam, beginning to touch him, smearing paint in his body to bless him, while you disappeared from his sight, going to your parents to help them with the preparation of the banquet. In the following hours you had not seen Neteyam, and it was not a problem, indeed it was a fortune, you could not allow yourself to feel strange feelings towards that boy again. Too bad that Uleyte came to you, telling you that Neteyam had gone away with other boys of the clan to the northeast, the little group that was usually known to create problems and great headaches. You remembered that the same group were openly against the Toruk Makto and his family, and there a wake-up call rang in your head, as in the northeast there was the cliff overlooking the part of the clan that lived closest to the sea. Before Uleyte could give you more information, you snapped as fast as you could, you didn’t understand why you were running so fast for someone you said you wanted to see dead. Your friend followed you with difficulty, but you did not notice, you went so fast that you reached the boys in a few minutes, noticing how they were surrounded around Neteyam, while he had his shoulders facing the cliff, a few steps from falling down. Your heart accelerated when you saw the boy so close to danger, you instinctively approached him immediately taking by the braids what was the leader of the group. Your firm grip, as you dragged it back, noticing how the other Na'vi were looking at you in shock. "What’s.going.on.here." You said in an icy tone, before you let go of the braids of na'vi, making it fall backwards. Your body moved toward Neteyam’s, putting you in front of him before giving a furious look to the group, which immediately formed.

" Ma kxìmyu.. We were just joking," said the leader of the group, drawing your icy gaze. " joking? put a na'vi with his back against a precipice is 'joking'?" Your voice was sharp and made the boys look down. Your hands pinched inhospitably.. "I…" he started, before being blocked by you. "If you find it funny, why don’t we try?"You said thinning your eyes, inviting him to take Neteyam’s place, which he reluctantly did. You made him back up, only to see the fear in his eyes. "Funny, isn’t it?" you said when he was just a few steps away from falling. " n-no, it’s not funny but kxìmyu…" the boy looked behind him and at the sides. "Tsk. Go back to your place." You twisted your eyes, at other times you would make him regret even having had that idea, but this was a sacred day, so you had already gone far enough. "Be ashamed. All of you. Bring a guest here under Tskxekeng and do all this on a holy day." You have spoken harshly, reproaching the young men before you, while your finger pointed at each of them threateningly. "If it happens a second time, I won’t be so forgiving, and I’ll make you regret leaving Eywa’s graces. Stand up and ask for forgiveness." The boys did what they said, avoiding your burning look. " Neteyam is a guest of Olo'eykte, do not forget to do something to him and do a wrong to my family. Now go, and hope that you don’t find yourself doing similar things in the future." you said growling. The boys disappeared at the speed of light, making you sigh frustrated by their childish behavior.

Neteyam’s gaze had never changed direction since he saw you coming, and seeing you defend him had been quite exciting. His gaze burned on your body as she bit his lip trying to find the right words. "I apologize for their behavior, you better not trust everyone in this clan so much. There are some not sympathetic to your father, you may get hurt." You said before heading for the forest. " And deprive me of the future Olo'eykte who runs to my rescue?" he said jokingly, following you, while your friend was hiding in the trees not far from you. "You shouldn’t joke about that. Your life was entrusted to my family, if anything happened to you, war would break out." You said as you walked. " So you’re worried about me?" he said trying to reach you, but your steps were fast. "No. I’m worried about my family, you’re just an inconvenience in the middle." Your words made Neteyam laugh. "An inconvenience that interests you." He said to then reach out and take you by the wrist, stopping you and turning you towards him. " I don’t care about you." You hissed facing him, putting yourself face to face. "Your eyes told me otherwise a few hours ago, ma Tanhi," Neteyam had a mocking smile on his face. " You imagine things." you answered while with your hand you were firmly gesturing. "Are you really sure?" He said and then put a hand on your side, gently approaching him. "As if I hadn’t seen how you looked at those girls" he continued, moving his hair behind your neck, brushing some feathers in your hair against your collarbone. "I look at everyone the same way. As I said, you imagine things." Your eyes followed his hand, which moved your hair, and then climbed back to his face. "You shouldn’t lie, it was so obvious your annoyance" He whispered in your ear. His breathing so close made you feel shivers down your spine. "No bother." You said turning your face towards him, your noses touched slightly, your mouths closer than ever. Your eyes met his and your breaths mingled in the air, while your scents intoxicated you and sent electric shocks into your body. "You say that like these eyes aren’t screaming that they want me" he whispered and you hit your noses again, and then he smiled at you. "You didn’t." You swallowed while your eyes couldn’t get away from his. "It’s so obvious that your hatred is just a way to hide your desire." he said by teasing you. "Ma Eywa! You’re so annoying." You said turning your head to the side, only to be forced by Neteyam to look at him. "And you want me." answered immediately after, making you raise your eyes to sky. "I don't- …shut up." your voice was slightly dry and then I heard a giggle coming from Neteyam "Make me." Your eyes darted immediately on his face, not sure you heard it right. " …what’s up-" Neteyam’s smile died out when you femato him from finishing the sentence by pressing your lips against his.

Neteyam remained a moment blocked when your hands landed on his neck and between his braids, managing only to keep you from the hips and the waist. Your tongue made its way through Neteyam’s lips, and when he finally realized that it was really happening, he squeezed you and made the kiss wet and deeper, almost becoming a game for those who dominated over the other. Your hands squeezed and pulled some braids, making him growling in your mouth and then pushing you against a tree and sliding his hands down your body. You panted when he squeezed his grip on your hips, biting his lip slightly; your tongues were eagerly searching for each other just like your hands on your bodies. You only left the kiss when both of you were out of breath, despite this, Neteyam’s mouth began to work your neck immediately, leaving some small bites or wet kisses that made you pant slightly as your head bent backwards leaning against the bark of the tree, closing your eyes. Your lip threatened to break if you continued to bite it so violently, but you had to take care as much as possible of the sound of your wheezing caused by Neteyam laughing against your skin between kisses. You noticed how he went down your collarbones, avoiding even touching your breasts, the same thing happened with your intimacy that was now pulsating. The boy’s tail wrapped around your thigh, as the end touched the back of your thigh. You would have wanted him to touch you more, to feel him work on the points where you needed most, but he just kept teasing you on your neck, jaw or ear. For a second you got your clarity back and you took Neteyam from you, taking long breaths, holding a hand on your face.

"This is wrong. it’s all wrong…" You said breathing hard, then looking at Neteyam. "Is really wrong something that’s made you pant so far?" Neteyam’s voice was slightly more hoarse. " Yes. It’s wrong. Extremely wrong. 'That' will never happen again. Never again." Your finger pointed at his chest as you watched him warily. Neteyam smiled and leaned forward, whispering in your ear "I didn’t do anything you didn’t want, after all it was you who kissed me, ma Tanhì" blew hot air that made you shiver. You didn’t really know how to answer that question, because you knew that he was paradoxically right. "And that’s going to happen again, and you know it’s going to happen again. But you will be the one to ask, always." he concluded, and then he will move away from your ear and kiss the back of your hand gently. "I hate you, Sully." You hissed before you left him and walked back to where the clan was celebrating, "Will you give me another kiss for that?" He said, laughing as you settled in so as not to let anyone know what had happened, ignoring him during the solitary walk that divided you more and more. In addition to Neteyam, that small event had also seen Uleyte from afar, remaining slightly baffled by your change on that occasion…

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1heavy-heart · 10 months

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𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 - 𝗣𝗲𝗱𝗿𝗶 𝗚𝗼𝗻𝘇𝗮𝗹𝗲𝘇 🌹

english is not my native language, if there is any mistake here please tell me 😘

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pov: where s/n and Pedri are chosen to be best men at the wedding but they don't get along very well.

pov y/n

It's been about 5 months since Ferran and his girlfriend Sira got engaged, and since then they've been choosing their godparents and godparents for the wedding. They called me via video last week to invite me to this role, I was very happy, after all I've been friends with Sira since I arrived in Barcelona, which has been about 4 years and Ferran is an incredible guy.

I was curious to know who the other chosen ones would be, I had some guesses like Gavi and a few other players from Barcelona, who are good friends with Ferran. I just hoped Pedri Gonzalez wouldn't be chosen, but I already knew that was impossible, as the two are close friends.

I hear my cell phone ring and I answer:

-Hey y/n, how are you?

-Hi Sira, I'm fine and you?

-I'm fine too, friend, you're invited to dinner tonight, Ferran and I decided to gather the godparents and godparents to talk, get to know each other.

-Oh that's great friend, I was going to ask you who were the other chosen ones. - I laugh.

-Let's take the opportunity and decide on the pairs of godparents, for those who are single. - She was up to something just by the tone of her voice.

-And how will it be? Will you decide or will it be a draw?

-you'll know at the time, friend, don't worry. - she giggles.

After she told me the time and place for dinner, we said goodbye.

Sira's lack of information made me anxious, I know her and I know when she's up to something, the time passed quickly, soon it was 6:30 pm and I went to take a shower and then get ready for dinner, which would be at 20:00 at Ferran's house (mansion actually, right). After a long shower, I decided to wear a black top and skirt set with golden sandals, I did a basic make-up and when I saw it it was already 7:45 pm, with luck I wouldn't be late.

Despite the traffic I arrived at Ferran's house at 20:01, I rang the bell and Sira welcomed me, when I entered I saw that there were several people I didn't know, it would be good to socialize with new people. Gavi saw me with Sira and came to my side hugging me and said:

-Hey, how are you my dear friend? If you want to come with us, we're sitting by the pool outside.

-I'm fine, of course I'm coming. - I said and smiled.

After greeting and being introduced to people I didn't know, Sira took me to where the boys were, I said hello to everyone and I sat down, I was grateful that Pedri wasn't there, but I was surprised at the same time, but a poor man's happiness doesn't last long and soon I see him walk through the door, he faces me and comes to my side.

-and it's not like the most annoying girl in the world came too, just missing you, as always. - He loved teasing me because he knew I got irritated easily.

-And you, for a change, have a sharp tongue, you know, I want to see it when I cut it out.

-ui, how is she mad today, is she tpm?

- It doesn't interest you. - I was already trying to put my finger in his face when Gavi enters between the two of us:

-Enough Enough, the little show is over, it's still early. - He laughs and pulls Pedri telling him to keep to himself.

I talked with the boys for a long time and we had dinner, then Sira and Ferran wanted to share the godparents who were without a partner, everyone gathered in a circle and Sira said it would be a draw. There were several people included in the draw, besides me there was Gavi, Ansu, de Jong, some of the couple's friends, Sira's friends and the unbearable Pedri.

-Let's start guys, the first pair is Ansu and Alicia - (Sira's fictional friend kk) - said Ferran.

-My turn to draw love, De Jong and Jane - (another fictional friend)

The draw continued and I was hoping to win with Gavi, because we were very good friends or anyone else other than Pedri.

-And now we have Pedri with…. a (y/n) - Sira announced and I looked at her with an indignant face, she just shrugged. I felt that she had set this up with Ferran, they've been trying to smooth over our rivalry for a long time.

Pedri came close to me and sat next to me, saying: - I think I'm very unlucky and so are you.

-If you didn't like it, ask to change it. - I shrugged.

-You didn't like it either, why do I have to ask?

-Because you're immature and don't accept it, unlike me who force myself to be mature and agree, after all I'm not like you who throw a tantrum over everything.

-I think you loved it and now you're using excuses not to show it.

-Shut up Pedri.

-You shut up.

-Shut me up. - I said and I regretted it because he came as if he was going to kiss me on the mouth, knocking down the angry pose I was.

-You thought I was going to kiss you, didn't you? - He laughs in my face.

-No, you're an idiot. - I roll my eyes.

-If you want me to kiss you, just ask, you don't have to be nervous when I get so close.

-unbearable, Gonzalez, that's what you are. - I roll my eyes one more time.

Now I was just thinking about this wedding, how am I going to bear being the date of a guy as boring as Pedri Gonzalez

#pedri x reader #pedri gonzalez #pedri/gavi #pedri #pedri imagine

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once-upon-an-imagine · 9 months

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Hello, my loves!

Here's what coming up...

1. Teenage Dirtbag - Eddie Munson ✅

[Henderson!Reader] Throughout your high school years, you have always tried to stay out of everyone’s way, even if some people still love making your days miserable. One day, things go a bit too far and the person who helps you is the one who has always been there for you. Eddie Munson.

2. What Was I Made For - James Potter ✅

[Black!Reader] Growing up in your home as a Hufflepuff was even worse than when your older brother was placed in Gryffindor, making your parents not even acknowledge your existence anymore. Or your birthday. So, when James promised to change that, you try to not get your hopes up because you knew he would also forget it. And he does.

3. Dear Prudence - Remus Lupin ✅

[Potter!Reader] You have always lived in your brother’s shadow. You have never really minded but Remus does. So he always does whatever he can to show you that to him, you will always be number one.

4. Lover - Sirius Black

[Potter!Reader] Being in a secret relationship with your brother’s best friend was not something you exactly planned. But now, that it’s been months and your brother is starting to get suspicious, you have no idea how to tell him without him wanting to kill Sirius. (Might be related to Style)

5. I Think We’re Alone Now - Robin Buckley

Every time you come into Family Video, you go and talk to Steve. Robin feels heartbroken, thinking you’re just another girl that has a big crush on him. Little does she know, it’s his very cute co-worker you have your eye on.

6. Highway To Hell - Billy Hargrove

[Munson!Reader] When you are tired of your brother and your boyfriend arguing all the time, you come up with a plan that finally makes them work together and at least not murder each other.

I might also post a poll for the remaining characters, another one for new chapters in ongoing series 😬😁 aaand one to see who the reader should stay with in You Keep Me Hangin' On even if I have my idea 😂)

Bye for now 😁

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missvelvetsstuff · 9 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/missvelvetsstuff/719658565357420544/i-have-a-request-please-if-its-open

Thank you so much for taking my request.

So Steve and the reader met while he was on the run and he fell in love with her and Thanos blipped the people but she was there for him no matter what

He proposed to her before they got married Scott lang showed up and etc

Steve saw Peggy and started acting weird with the reader and after returning the stones he came back old asf😭

But the reader had a surprise for him (a pregnancy) what he wanted all those 5 years he spent with her and she got mad and he argued back saying he deserved after everything he did for the people😭 so she didn’t tell him about the baby and left

After a few months she was at the grocery store and ran into Bucky and his eyes were on her swollen belly and she saw the look on his face and said “yes it’s his baby” on the way to his apartment the thousands questions on his mind “did Steve knew his girl was pregnant? Why would he leave her? If i was him I would’ve never left her. Okay stop she is /was your best friend’s girl but he left her someone he once kissed.

There was a lot going on Bucky’s mind, so decided to locate her and find where she lives so he did find her and she was shocked to see it was bucky on the door

So he demand to help her and they became closer and more comfortable around each other and ofc Bucky told Sam about the situation and Sam told the old Steve 😤 and Steve tried contacting her but couldn’t but Sam told him where she lives and he saw his Best Friend and best girl kissing while she was carrying his baby he got mad and possessive/obsessive so he went back and came back younger you know take what was his before he got selfish and left🙄

You can add more angst I wanna cry😭

I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to respond to your request. It took me a minute to flesh it all out and it'll be 5-6 chapters. Hope you like it.

This story was getting too long for me to manage so I've broken it up into chapters and will be posting each when I finish editing. I'm almost done writing so it should be posted by the end of the week. It's been a minute since I saw Civil War so please forgive me if I mess up any details.

Apparently I'm unable to write short blurbs or drabbles, sorry.

As always reader is female and above average height.

Hope y'all enjoy.

The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

1. Meeting

Warnings: swearing, angst

Y/N had watched the news about the Avengers fight in Germany. All the anchors calling it a 'civil war' but she was in NYC in 2012 and saw the aliens trying to invade. She knew that the world was less safe with the Avengers fighting amongst themselves.

After losing her brother in the Battle of New York she felt her mortality acutely so quit her office job, packed up her apartment and put everything in storage and left to see the world. She had no other family or close friends to keep her in the states and yearned for something different. At this point she had seen most of Europe but lingered in Ireland, entranced by its beauty and the wonderful people.

The bar in Dublin where she was working was quiet with only a couple of customers, typical for suppertime in the middle of the week, so she worked on inventory and organizing the storage room to make room for tomorrows delivery.

The bell rang and she went up to the front to see who was there. It was a couple, the man was taller than her and took off his cap as he walked in. He had broad shoulders and a tight t-shirt, sunglasses covered his eyes and he walked to the furthest corner booth, facing the door.

The woman, pretty with blonde hair, came up to the bar "4 shots of whiskey and 2 pints of Guinness." and handed her a bill "keep the change"

Y/N nodded "Thank you. I'm Y/N if you need anything else."

Y/N knew who they were even with their attempted disguises but she certainly wasn't going to help any crooked government catch some of the Avengers so kept her mouth shut.

The next night the captain returned with another man who was black and had an easy smile, obviously the Falcon. He came up to the bar to order their drinks and flirted a little with her.

This kept up for a few weeks. Always the Captain but he had a few companions that seemed to be on a rotation, Falcon, the Scarlet Witch and a tall slender blonde man that Y/N couldn't place. Black Widow hadn't returned since the first night.

One night the Captain finally took off his sunglasses and smiled at her which made her knees weak and stomach flip, he was beautiful. Every night after that he graced her with that smile. She wanted so badly to talk to him, outside of drink orders and thanks, but didn't want to intrude.

Then she saw something on the news about them being sighted outside of Dublin and they stopped coming in. She hoped they could avoid the authorities. When the pub was slow she daydreamed about the Captain coming back to sweep her off her feet in some grand romantic gesture and she would go on the run with him.

She laughed at herself for her childish fantasies but figured they weren't hurting anyone. It wasn't like she had men, or women, knocking down the door to her apartment above the pub.

A couple of months passed uneventfully and life stayed predictable. Until the Captain came back in by himself. She felt her heart speed up, butterflies swarming her stomach and a tingle in her core.

She smiled at him "Evening. Would you like your usual or are you feeling adventurous?"

He looked at her, right into her soul and smiled, making her feel faint. "I'll take a pint and..." He paused awkwardly and she waited patiently "and, your, uh your number?"

Y/N laughed and the Captain felt his heart clench, he hadn't seen anyone like her since...

"Are you sure? You don't seem like-"

He interrupted her, almost shouting "NO!" Realizing how loud he was he spoke softly, giving her a chill, when he said "I mean yes, definitely yes" and looked at her hopefully.

"How could any girl refuse a request like that?" and took his offered phone to put her number in, naming herself 'Barmaid'.

His grin grew until he realized something "You don't have an Irish accent. Where are you from?"

She laughed lightly "It's called an Irish brogue and I keep hoping it'll rub off on me but no such luck. It's been almost 2 years and some of my regulars tease that even an Irish brogue can't overpower a New Yawk accent."

"New York? Whereabouts? Brooklyn here."

She smiled knowingly at him "I already knew that, learned about you in school. I wrote a term paper about your friend Bucky Barnes."

Steve blushed and chuckled "When did you realize who I was?"

"The first time you came in with Natasha Romanoff, you were pretty easy to recognize. Don't worry, I won't sell you out. I've always been on your side."

Steve looked at her seriously "Not always on my side if you wrote a report about Bucky." He teased.

"I seem to recall you always being on the same side. I noticed you never bring him in, is he ok?"

Steve nodded, touched by her warmth and concern "Yeah, he's uh somewhere safe, getting help to get rid of the Hydra programming."

She smiled "I'm glad he's being cared for. What about you? Are you taking care of yourself?"

He sighed "Not many opportunities for that on the road. I'm more concerned about my friends, if we were caught....."

He left off and looked at his hands, not wanting to contemplate that possibility.

Y/N reached out to touch his cheek gently, smiling when he leaned into her hand, and pulled his face up to look at her. "You'll be in just as much trouble as they will." She cupped his other cheek "You need to take care of yourself too."

Steve closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying her soft touch. Feeling sparks where her skin touched his, a stirring in his groin making a small moan slip out. When he realized it, his eyes snapped open and looked into hers.

His eyes darted around the room, confirming that no one else was in the bar before he leaned forward until his lips brushed hers, his eyes fluttering closed.

Y/N could feel her heart racing, was Captain America really kissing her in a pub in Ireland? She moved her hand from his face to the back of his neck, pulling him closer.

He smiled into the kiss and teased her lips with his tongue which she accepted and the kiss intensified until they were both out of breath.

Steve pulled back, smiling "I've been wanting to do that since the first night I came in."

She tskd him "And we've been wasting all this time? For shame Captain."

He leaned in to kiss her again before she put a finger on his lips. "I'm actually still on the clock but closing in an hour. If you want to hang out until I'm done, we can get some food and eat at my place." She asked holding her breath. She hadn't taken many men home since she stopped here but how could she not.

His grin grew and he blushed bright red as he nodded "Yes, absolutely."

They spent that night talking, getting to know each other in between making out and discovering each other's bodies.

The next few weeks they spent as much time together as possible, both dreading the time when he would have to move on.

One night a month after they first kissed, Steve came later than usual and she could tell he had something on his mind.

After she gave him his drink he grabbed her hand and looked at her sadly. She knew before he said anything. "You have to go, don't you?"

He tried to keep the tears in his eyes from falling and couldn't find the words so just nodded. After a few minutes he composed himself and spoke softly "I'm so sorry. I never meant. I can't find the words."

She nodded sympathetically and held his hand "I know Steve it's alright."

"No" he shook his head "It's not alright. None of this situation is alright but my time with you has been the only real peace I've had in, well ever really."

He pulled his hand away and stood suddenly "I'm sorry but I have to go. I'll try to come back soon."

She stood up and went up the stairs. When she came back she was on her phone. She finished her call and looked at Steve with a smile on her face, then grabbed his hand, a backpack in the other hand "So let's go."

Chapter 2

#steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #the wrong one

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melloween-candie · 1 year

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Teen pregnancy [P.4]

A Carl Gallagher x Fem Reader fic

Summary

You only started dating Carl for about 2 months. That was right around the time when he and Dom broke up. Deep down, you knew you couldn't compete with her. He would always choose her before you. Yet you were only 16 years old when you discovered he got you pregnant. This news terrified you so much. You didn't want to lose him, and you knew he was already going through so much shit stuff with his family and his "business." Better yet, you were scared about how your family would react, let alone his. At least you have Debbie, your best friend, who's also pregnant with you.

Warning! Betrail, Small mention of suicide, Violence, Depression, Alcohol, PDA, Manipulation, Teen pregnancy, Drugged, Cussing, Bullying, Cheating, Panic attack, Somewhat running away, Threat, Mention of abandonment

Note! If any of that makes you uncomfortable- DON'T READ THE STORY!

Word count: 981

[Angst/Fluff]

Part 1, part 2, Part 3, PART 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (Completed)

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Fandom Masterlists

/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

Time skip!~

***Carl's Pov***

I was currently standing in front of some random loser's house. The house was small and rusty, but the party seemed lit. It was loud, people were throwing things, and someone jumped from the roof. Don't know what that's all about.

As I entered the house, a bottle came flying at me. I dodged it; luckily, however, the guy behind me wasn't so lucky.

I wasn't really feeling the party. In fact, I started questioning why I was even here when I could be out with my girl. I decided to just go straight to the liquor. Figured I'd just get a little drunk, forget everything for a night, then head home.

But no, that's not what happened. What happened was that I saw Dominique with, whom I assume is her new boyfriend, since they were making out in the corner till she spotted me.

She started walking towards me, and I just stood there. I grabbed someone else's drink and chugged it down my throat.

"Hey, Carl!" She yelled. "How do you like the party?! It's great, right?!"

I shrugged my shoulders. I didn't have any intentions of hanging out with her. I just wanted to get a little drunk and then leave.

"Hey! Your cup's empty. Let me get you another drink!"

"What!?" I asked. I couldn't really hear her well due to the music.

"I said!" She yelled once again. This time only louder. "I'M GETTING YOU ANOTHER DRINK."

She grabbed my empty cup before I could do anything else. At this point, I didn't really care what she did.

I ended up stepping outside into the backyard porch. I took a seat and allowed myself to just think.

Man, why do I feel like this? I mean, what am I really doing here? I could be having a good time with my girl, but... god screw this.

I wasn't about to start mopping at a party. I was about to leave, but then Dom walked outside. She was holding two bottles. Somewhat stumbling.

"Heyyy! There you are." She said, giggling a little, taking a seat next to me. She handed me a bottle of beer. I took it stupidly enough.

She leaned in closer. "So, how are you feeling?"

I just stared at her. She smelled like beer and kept wiggling in her seat with a strange smile.

"Come on, Carl. You came here to let loose, so let loose!" She clinked our glasses together.

"..."

"Oh, come on! At least drink it. If I knew you were going to be a deadbeat, I would have never invited you." She said, standing up.

I sighed and drank the whole bottle.

Maybe she's right... It's been a while since I actually had fun. With Nick leaving and my girl being pregnant. Life was complicated.

So I chugged down the whole bottle.

At the time, I thought it was just regular old beer, but damn, I was wrong...

I started to hallucinate. I tried to get up, but I kept stumbling. The last thing I saw was Dominique; she stopped smiling weirdly and stood up straight, looking at me with a straight face as I fell.

-Black out-

Time skip!~

***Y/n's Pov***

It has been a few days since you last saw your boyfriend. He's been sick for most of the week since it is now Wednesday.

You were walking to your last class of the day till something caught your eye. Your locker, it was covered with foul words.

Sl*t, Cu*t, Wh*re. If you can think of it, it was there. You opened it only to find a fake baby doll covered with dirt. It was missing an eye, and it was hairless and naked. They even attached a fake umbilical cord to it... creepy would be an understatement.

You found a piece of paper attached to it. Opening it, you read-

"Stay away from Carl, you wh*re. He's my baby daddy now, bi*ch."

On the paper, there was a picture attached to it. It showed Carl... fu*king- DOM!?

Your whole world started to crumble. You fell to your knees. Holding the paper while grasping your mouth. You couldn't believe it. He said he'd never-

You ran to the nearest bathroom and puked. You didn't even notice there was a girl standing in the bathroom. Whipping her face.

"Hey!?" She seemed angry since you kinda shoved her, but when she heard your sobbing, she realized.

"Y/n? Is that you? Are you ok?" She asked worriedly. "It's me... Debbie."

You opened the stall door. Your knees close to your chess. You looked at her with wet eyes. You were a mess.

"What happened-"

You didn't even need to say anything. She saw the paper, and that was it.

Time skip!~

That night you and Debs didn't go home. You both stayed out. Talking about everything that happened.

"So let me get this straight. You saw him talking to Dom, then he processed to cancel on the ultrasound we had today, lying to you about needing to do something, then he went to a party just to fu*k Dominique?!"

"Yup..."

"THAT SON OF A BI*CH! I'm ashamed to call him my brother!" She said in disgust as she munched on her sandwich. "I swear to you, Y/n, once I see him, I'm not gonna beat him up; I'M GONNA KILL HIM!"

"Yeah..." You looked down at your sandwich... "Well, what about you? How's it going with you and Derek."

"Derek, who?" She spits. "That mother fu*ker left."

She looked down at her sandwich and sighed.

"I wanted to be a part of his family. I wanted to have a family- with him! But no. At first, I thought his family was trying to separate us, but in truth, he ran."

You rubbed Debbie's back, and she smiled at you.

#shameless #carl gallagher #carl gallagher x reader #debbie #teen pregnancy #betrail #violence #depression #manipulation #cheating #running away #threat #drama #teenage romance

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ladykailitha · 11 months

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All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 9

Hello! Here we have Edie pumping Robin for info like she always planned. Eddie makes an effort and Edie is a little shitTM (affectionate) about it. Also Eddie would totally use text speak. Steve? Not so much (like me!).

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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Edie didn’t have a chance to sit down and talk to Aunt Robin about Dad and Eddie until the night before she left with Viv. Viv was upstairs packing and Dad was in his office talking to someone in Wales.

“I’m not asking to break the NDA or whatever,” Edie began, “but you have to have some insight about how they were before Mr Munson got a record deal. Because I’m sorry, I highly doubt he would have asked Dad to come with him California if he didn’t have some indication Dad would have gone with him.”

Robin sighed. “I think that if the record deal had been after school started, I think you dad would have gone with them.”

Edie shifted on the sofa. “What do you mean?”

“Look we both know your dad is the biggest protector on the planet, yeah?” Robin asked. Edie nodded. “After the earthquake it amplified. By a lot. We had these ridiculously large walkie-talkies and Steve would constantly be checking in on people, making sure they were safe.”

“Makes sense,” Edie agreed. “Remember how he was after broke my arm after falling off my bike when I was eight?”

Robin nodded again. “Now imagine that turned up to eleven.” She snickered briefly and Edie raised an eyebrow. Robin cleared her throat. “Sorry, that’s an NDA joke I can’t explain.”

Edie threw her arms in the air.

“Anywho...” Robin said. “All I’m saying is that if Eddie had wanted to ride off into the sunset with Steve, September or October would have been better. Dustin, Jane, Lucas, Max, Will, Mike, and Erica would have started their sophomore year. Uncles Jonathan and Argyle and me and Aunt Nancy all would have been at college. Your dad would have felt at a loose end and gone with him.”

“What makes you say that?” Edie asked with a frown.

Robin took a deep breath and let out a shuddering sigh. “Because that’s when your grandparents came back and started throwing pretty girls at him.”

“Oh.” Just hearing about her grandparents sank like a stone in her stomach.

“I’m assuming you at least know about the witch hunt that Eddie went through?” Robin asked.

Edie nodded. “Enough, I guess. Dad won’t let me look it up and Harri doesn’t talk about it much either. So I guess it was pretty bad.”

“Oh yeah,” Robin agreed. “The whole town got together a lynch mob.”

Edie’s jaw dropped as she recoiled on her self. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

Robin shook her head and pulled her knee up to her chest. “Even months later, he had a hard time walking down the street without someone giving him dirty looks.”

Edie sank back against the cushions of the couch. “Fuck. So when he got the record deal he was in hurry to get the hell out Dodge.”

“Yeah,” Robin said. “And look, I’ve been assuming that Eddie said something more than ‘run away with me’ because Steve was gutted when he left, but your dad says no.”

Edie shrugged. “No more gutted than when you went to college, I’ll bet. He doesn’t have a lot of friends his age, and Uncle Dusty and them are all four to five years younger and while that doesn’t matter now that they’re older...”

Robin sighed. “Yeah. Losing us all once must have been so hard on your dad. So yeah.”

Edie nodded. “I just worry about him, you know?”

Robin pulled her in for a hug. “Me too, Miss Thing, me too.”

Steve stood in the hallway listening to his daughter and best friend talk about him. He knew he should have walked away, but he was too curious. He smiled because they earnestly cared about him.

Robin was also right. He probably would have run off with the band had the offer came later in the year. But it was too soon. He couldn’t leave so soon after Vecna. The kids needed him. And yeah maybe he should have said that instead of being an ass.

He slunk back to his office and sat down at his desk with a sigh. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t have Eddie’s number. He couldn’t explain or apologize for the hurt he caused.

Suddenly he was getting a text message from an unknown number. He picked his phone with a frown.

-Hey this is Eddie I got ur # from Dustin hope thats ok

Steve scrambled to save the number in his phone. His phone had the slide out keyboard because his fingers were too clumsy with the little buttons on the number pad. He typed out a quick message.

-Eddie! No its great to hear from you

-You want to grab lunch tomorrow?

Steve stared at the message for a couple minutes in shock.

-Yes!

He hit his head on his desk. He sounded too eager damn it.

-I mean, sure. Sounds great.

He threw his head back and groaned. That actually sounded worse.

-lol CU tmrrw @ 1 Tonys

Steve blinked. Tony’s? That old pizza joint was still around? Holy shit.

-Yeah. See you then.

Steve looked up at the ceiling in wonder. He had a hard time believing in a god when his life had been one horror after another for five years in a row. But he was willing to start up again if Eddie came back into his life as permanent fixture.

Hell he’d take passing acquaintances at this point. He just needed to see Eddie again.

Steve pulled up into the parking lot of Tony’s Pizzeria, feeling a little shocked. Robin and he used to come here all the time whenever she would be visiting from college. He didn’t know that Eddie was familiar with it, too.

He got out his car and looked around the parking lot, trying to figure out which one was Eddie’s, if any. He spotted the most likely culprit. Sitting three spots away from Steve’s Beemer, was a sleek black 1970 Pontiac Firebird. He chuckled, shaking his head as he walked into the restaurant.

Steve winced at the music. It was a little loud. He reached up and turned down his hearing aid in a little in hopes of avoiding a migraine.

Eddie waved from a nearby table and Steve pointed him out to the hostess. She smiled and let him past to go sit with Eddie.

“Stevie!” Eddie cried out. “You made it, man!”

Steve’s knot of anxiety loosened and he flashed a smile. He could be normal about this too. He slid into the seat across from the former metalhead.

“Hey!” he greeted warmly. “I haven’t been to this place in ever. Does it still have the best pepperoni pizza?”

Eddie’s face lit up with the biggest grin. “Yes! I already ordered, is that okay?”

Steve nodded. “Sounds great.”

The pizza came shortly afterwards and they dug in.

Steve was halfway through his first slice when he realized Eddie had said something.

“Shit,” he swore. “Sorry I didn’t hear that.”

Eddie cocked his head to the side and signed, “The music too loud?”

Steve nodded with a sigh of relief. He had forgotten that Eddie had signed to him that first night in Steve’s bathroom. So he set his pizza down and signed back. “Yeah. I turned down my hearing aid and forgot about conversation in the face of good food.”

Eddie laughed and Steve smiled back. “Fair enough,” he signed.

Signing was bit hard with finger food like pizza, but they made due. Steve learned that Eddie had recently retired from the music industry and came back to Indiana to be closer to Uncle Wayne.

Eddie learned that despite all of Steve’s concussions he was a hot shot in the business world but donated most of his money to charities for hard of hearing deaf kids and to concussion awareness in school sports.

“I got lucky,” Steve signed. “I had a genius teenager willing to create a better a hearing aid and that we could capitalize on it. But most people don’t have that.”

Eddie smiled softly. He tapped his ear. “That the reason you never made it out to any of my shows?”

Steve nodded with a wry twist of his lips. “Was going to go to the one in Evansville, but Robin wanted me to get my hearing checked first.”

Eddie winced. That was early in their tour, like their third or fourth stop. “Shit I didn’t know.”

Steve shrugged. “I didn’t want you to. I was so sure you’d be upset that I couldn’t go. That I just...didn’t.”

Eddie slumped in his seat because Steve was right. Eddie would have been upset, maybe even tried to pressure into Steve coming anyway. Which would driven a wedge between them just as effectively as Steve staying away did.

“I get that.”

They finished their food and Eddie paid. They walked outside and Steve turned back up his hearing aid.

“This was fun,” Steve said brightly. “Though maybe next time let’s go somewhere where the music isn’t so loud.”

Eddie scoffed but smiled softly. “There going to be a next time?”

Steve ducked his head and looked at him through his eyelashes. “I’d like there to be.”

“Same time next week,” Eddie said with a grin. “You pick the place.”

Steve’s face lit up and he grinned back. “You’ve got a deal.”

“See you on Wednesday,” Eddie said with a wave.

“Wednesday?” Steve asked cocking his head, puzzled.

Eddie laughed. “I’ll be picking Harri up from band practice, right?”

Steve’s face cleared and he chuckled. “Yeah, man. See you on Wednesday.”

Edie came home from school to the weirdest sight imaginable. Her dad was singing “Prisoner of Your Eyes” by Judas Priest in the kitchen as he made the pasta for lasagna.

“I didn’t know you had even the barest passing familiarity with metal,” she said tossing her backpack against the end of the island counter and slid into one of the bar stools.

Steve laughed, bright and sweet. “Despite what people thought in school, I liked all kinds of music. Yes, I tended toward alt and hard rock for the most part, but I liked all kinds.”

Edie eyed him warily. “Uh-huh.”

Steve just laughed again.

“Someone’s in a good mood,” she said when he handed her a sandwich.

He blushed. “It’s been a good day.”

“You going to tell me what happened to make it such a good day?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Steve chewed on his lip and blushed a deeper.

Her other eyebrow shot up, too, a smile growing on her face.

“Shut up,” he groused.

Edie laughed. “I didn’t say anything!”

“I could hear you thinking from here,” he said, turning back to toss his freshly made noodles into the pot of boiling water.

“You went on a date!” she shrieked.

“I did no such thing,” he growled. “I just went to lunch with a friend.”

Edie waggled her eyebrows. “And this ‘friend’, he wouldn’t happen to have long, beautiful hair in dark waves around his face with deep, dimpled cheeks, and soulful chocolate button eyes, would he?”

“No!” Steve yelped. “And what the hell is up with that description anyway?”

Edie just cackled gleefully.

***

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What had originally been pitched to me as a spontaneous catch up and a few drinks was starting to feel a little more… deliberate. The girls pulled me along the sidewalk, illuminated by the streetlamps. It was very late and the normally boisterous neighborhood was quiet except for the giggles of my girlfriend and her bestie.

—------

(2 weeks earlier)

“Come on, Gabriella is only in town for one night! It’ll be fun!” Mikayla had said, twirling her blonde hair playfully between her fingers.

I had my reservations, sure. Mikayla and I had been dating for the last 4 years, ever since college, and we had been living together for the past 6 months. Gabriella had been her college roommate, and they were inseparable, like sisters. Total “besties” still even though they now lived a few states apart. I had always thought Gabriella was fun, but her interest in me had always made me a little…uncomfortable. Before I started dating Mikayla, Gabriella (or Gabby as we called her in college) had come on to me pretty strong a couple drunken nights at parties. I thought she was cute, but we never did anything, because while slender little brunette Gabriella was always sweet, everybody knew I was not-so-secretly-obsessed with her big titted blonde roommate….Mikayla.

Hence, my hesitation. Since college all that had changed. Gabby had started on 'The Product' very early on. She’d been very vocal about it on her social media. At first it looked like she was involved in some weird MLM campaign or pyramid scheme. All her posts were about psuedo-science-y health supplements that “helped women ascend” or “become the most feminine version of themselves.” Whatever the fuck that meant? But then, I couldn't help but notice something.

Were her breasts getting slightly bigger in each post? It was almost imperceptible at first, but I saw it. Only a breast-obsessed weirdo like myself would notice something like that I thought. Maybe she was just a late bloomer? Maybe it was a push up bra or a new insta filter? A trick of the light? But as the weeks and months went on it became clear. There was no denying it. Cute little Gabby was becoming an absolute bombshell!

Gabby had asked everyone to start calling her Gabriela around the time I moved in with Mikayla. By that time her tits were looking almost as big as my girlfriend’s. That was also around the time that she started dating Chase, some ex-jock looking guy. Her posts about 'The Product' started to become less frequent. She'd gone relatively quiet on instagram. Not that it really mattered at that point as about 20% of my feed was now filled with women raving about 'The Product' and all its fantastic 'virtues'. Though none of them seemed to have grown as much as Gabriela. Not yet anyway.

Gabriella’s growth was most evident in her chest. But it was increasingly obvious that she was getting bigger and thicker all over. Was she getting taller too? I wondered with an equal mix of excitement and guilt. But her growth seemed to have plateaued recently, which made me breathe a sigh of relief. My obsession with her had been growing along with her bust. I was already ashamed of my inflation with her growing chest, and I was nervous of how far it would go.

I had always been a breast-man. Even in college the girls often teased me about it, but my fixation with Gabby’s chest was on a whole other level. I felt enslaved by it. While Mikayla was asleep,I found myself screen-shotting Gabriella's most breast-centric posts

and fapping to them later. I regularly checked her insta story as soon as I woke up for updates. And, while Mikayla and I were perfectly happy, and in a very good place, I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty about my growing desire to get up close and personal with her best friend’s tits. I couldn’t help but imagine what Mikayla would say if she knew how her friends growing bustline had affected me.

So, understandably, 2 weeks later, a couple days before Gabriella’s arrival, I was feeling a little uneasy, and even though I gave some noncommittal “mmmhmmms” and “we’ll sees” for most of the week, Mikayla had been surprisingly insistent that I attend their little reunion. I encouraged them instead to have a girls’ night, but she effortlessly brushed off these suggestions with a laugh and a wave. By Saturday I still hadn’t found a solid out from their night out on the town, and as loath as I was to admit it, part of me was very much excited to see Gabriella’s new lushness in person.

In hindsight, the first red flag was when Mikayla was getting ready.

“Wow… you… you look great.” I half mumbled, my mouth slightly agape. She was wearing a low cut black top, showing far more cleavage then I was accustomed to seeing. If I haven’t mentioned it before, my girlfriend had an incredible rack. Big perky tits that looked even bigger on her tight athletic frame. She had been absolutely stacked in college, which was one of the reasons so many guys (myself included) had been infatuated with her back then. Today though , her bra made her girls look enormous. They strained against the confines of her overmatched bra and top leaving almost nothing to the imagination. She almost never wore anything this revealing. I couldn't help but wonder: Was she feeling slightly competitive? Jealous? Of her old friend's burgeoning bust?

She took my open-mouthed stare as a sign of gratitude.“Awwww thanks babe” She purred, “Tonight is going to be soooo much fun! Now hurry up and get ready, our dinner reservation is at 7. Gabriella is meeting us there and I don’t want to keep her waiting.”

And so we arrived at one of our city’s better Italian restaurants, 15 minutes early, and ordered drinks while we waited for Gabriella to arrive. My back was to the door, and I tried my best to stifle my excitement as I fought the urge to glance furtively backwards.

“Are you excited to see Gabriella? She’s gotten so huge we might not even recognize her” Mikayla asked as she stared into my eyes, looking to gauge my reaction.

*Gulp* While Gabriela’s growing bust wasn’t exactly a secret, it certainly wasn’t something I was stoked to discuss with my girlfriend, especially given the boob-jealousy I had picked up on earlier. I tried to steer the conversation back towards less-charged waters.

“Yeah, it’ll be good to catch up. I’m excited to hear about her new job, and oh what about her boyfriend?” I said, hoping to distract her with some gossip and set us on course for an incredibly boring PG script for this evening.

“Yeah, I hear her new job is big money. She replaced some senior level guy at the company, and she's still so young, and Chase sounds like a total sweetheart. She told me he’s like a cute lil puppy dog around her.”

That characterization struck me as odd. It certainly didn’t align with my preconceived notions of the aggro / alpha looking jock I'd seen in her photos. I racked my brain trying to remember his social media… hadn’t he been on his college football team? Nothing about the dude in the letterman jacket with his arms around two girls at a party screamed “puppy dog” to me, but maybe I was unfairly labeling a dude I had never even met.

Before I could think about it too much, my thoughts were interrupted by a shriek of joy from across the table.

“Ahhhhh GABBY!”

“MIKAYALA!”

Mikayla practically jumped out of her chair as she ran towards the door to hug her friend. I turned around just as they were breaking their embrace and my jaw must’ve hit the floor.

Lil Gabby wasn’t so 'little' any more. In fact, lil Gabby was gone, and in her place stood Gabriella. What a woman! Gabriella was MASSIVE. Oh. My. God. Her tits were twice as big as I’d seen in her posts! They were displayed proudly nestled in a lacy magenta top, which was low cut to the point of obscenity. So much creamy, mouth-watering cleavage! Holy shit, my girlfriend’s sizable rack looked rather bland by comparison.

Was she wearing heels too? I didn’t remember her being so tall? I was literally speechless as the two of them bounded over to our table, chattering away with girlish glee.

I maybe mumbled some 'hellos' as the girls took their seats at the table. I was trying my best not to stare but finding it exceedingly difficult. Gabby was not only huge, but she seemed overall much … I don't know… softer. Her ballooning curves strained against every seam of her outfit, putting her body on full display as she moved. She had this aura of…matronly confidence…about her. She was glowing and giggling and as she glowed and giggled, her luscious, all-consuming, breasts glowed and giggled with her. I was transfixed, and I found myself hanging on to her every word as she went through the motions of catching us up with her life.

A bottle of wine was ordered with appetizers. I found myself drinking wine a little quicker than the girls mostly to calm my nerves. I was fidgety, and I honestly didn't know what to do with myself. I found myself drinking wine a little quicker than the girls. The girls were talking very quickly about all manners of things, and I did my best to keep up, however, after our entrees and my third glass of wine, (when had we ordered a second bottle?) I found myself falling under the spell of Gabriela’s movements. Her every sway and jiggle captivated me, and as I poured myself yet another glass of wine, I noticed a smirk creep over Mikayla’s face. Did she just catch me staring? I might have been imagining things, but I could have sworn I just saw Mikayla and Gabriela share a satisfied glance.

“What?” I asked dumbly.

*Giggles*

“Oh nothing. We’re just glad you’re here, and having a good time. Should we order some cocktails with our desserts?” Mikayla asked sweetly.

“Oh, I don’t know. This has been quite the lovely meal, but honestly, I’m feeling a little tired and I'm about ready to go ho—“

“Bullshit” Gabriela cut me off with a smile. “How many times in college did the 3 of us stay up till sunrise? Now that you’re all grown up you’re ready for bed at 9pm on a Saturday?”

“I… I don’t know. You two should just go ahead and have fun tonight. I think I’ll just catch an uber after the check.”

The girls looked at each other and turned back to me with mock pouts. Their eyes glowed mischievously as they leaned in towards me, the closeness amplifying their dramatic curves.

My god, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t steal a glance at both their chests. I wasn’t used to seeing this much cleavage from my girlfriend and Gabriella’s tits were pushed together so dramatically with her sultry pouty pose… she looked like she was about to explode out of her top!

“Awww come on, baby”

“It’ll be so much fun!”

They took it in turns slowly breaking me down, first one and then the other as they both stared at me with pouty little faces.

“We have so much to talk about.”

“ … just like the old days!”

“Pleeeassse”

“Yeah, preeety puuuh-leeez”

It was a trick they both used to pull on me back in college when they wanted me to do something…and it still worked.

What could I say? With one more quick glance at their cleavage I gave in with a sigh.

“Ok… fine.”

“Yaaay!” They were giggling and smiling, clapping their hands in joy as they jumped up and down… and their tits jumped right along with them. I felt a sinking feeling in my chest as my eyes couldn't help but follow the bouncing boobs. What had I just gotten myself into?

“Ok, so here's what I’m thinking: We order some cocktails and have ourselves some desserts. Then we go out for a bit of drinking and dancing. Oh, and don’t worry about the check. My new 'big girl' job came with a huge signing bonus, so this is all on me!” Gabriella smiled proudly.

I was secretly thankful she offered to pick up the check. Although we were doing alright, financially, Gabriella had ordered 2 appetizers, a giant entree, and three desserts (“all to share of course”). Boy could she eat! Apparently her new body required plenty of fuel to keep her going, and to keep her growing.

“Yay, tell us about your new job!” Mikayla chimed in.

“Ok, well, first off its huge money, but more importantly, its like, a super important position within the company. This guy, Mr. Reeves, well he used to oversee this entire department with like 50 employees, and I was hired to be his assistant. You know, sending emails, keeping track of his appointments, and things like that.” She said, talking fast in between bites of tiramisu.

“Anyways, he started getting…ummm… let's say a bit distracted. He was letting things slip and spending a lot of time in his office with the door locked. So, I started taking on more and more of his responsibilities. It was really unfair because I was basically doing his job, but still getting paid as an assistant while he sat inside his big corner office.”

“I was going to quit, but then this new lady became CEO. She was older than me, Mrs. Banks was her name, but I actually knew her from some Product meetups. We weren't like, friends, or anything… but I had seen her before and we chatted once. Anyway, Mrs. Banks is so pretty and easy to talk to…even though shes a total boss bitch, and she brought this whole new energy to the company! One day she called me into her office and asked me to help with a performance review for Mr. Reeves. She was so nice and I told her everything as honestly as I could, and the next week she told me I’d been promoted! To his job! And he was being asked to stay on as MY assistant to ‘help with the transition'!”

Mikayla giggled so much she snorted. “Oh my god! And he stayed? That's so embarrassing for him! Is he still … distracted? Like, why would you even want an assistant who was so absentminded?"

“Oh, he’s much more efficient now. I think assistant life suits Mr. Reeves…. or Tom as we call him now. He is so eager to complete the assignments I give him and he always gets my coffee order just right. Mrs Banks told me the secret to her success is knowing how to motivate her underlings.” She paused for a sip of wine and a dramatic smirk. She spoke in a syrupy sweet baby doll voice “And lets just say I know exactly how to motivate my lil Tommy.” She chortled, sending her tits wobbling. And glanced up into my gaze.

I had been semi-aroused for all of dinner, but this last story had an unexpected effect on my hardening member. My cock had fully sprung, throbbing against my khakis as she stared into my eyes. What the hell was she doing to me?!

With desserts finished, the work talked continued up until our bill arrived. Gabriela snatched it quickly and pulled a heavy looking black American Express out of her clutch.

“So…” She smiled back at us, absentmindedly adjusting her top. “Where's the best place to go dancing around here?”

———————

We had agreed to go to Cache Cache, a kind of salsa bar with live music and DJs. The place was packed, but after a little scouting we found a booth (both the girls sat across from me) and we ordered some margaritas. Boy, I needed to be careful. It had been a while since I had drank this much. I was once again struggling to hold up my end of the conversation. I was never a sloppy drunk, but after a few too many I tended to get a little slow and glassy eyed. The girls, meanwhile, were showing almost no effects from the alcohol. Had they been drinking as much as I had? They were absolutely glowing, both of them, chatting animatedly and giggling. As I became less and less of a factor in their conversation, I began to fixate on the girls’ body language. The lean-ins, the arm crosses, the way they were posing. It all seemed rather deliberate.

Was Gabriella trying to show me what I missed turning down her advances all those years ago? Her posture and glances and smirks seemed to scream:

“You didn’t want me because I wasn’t busty enough for you. Well, look at me now. Am I big enough yet? Take it all in. Stare at my huge, fat titties. Look how much bigger I am than your girlfriend.”

My girlfriend, meanwhile, seemed just as eager to keep her chest front and center. Like, right now she was pulling her shoulders back and fiddling with her top. Maybe it was my imagination, but it seemed like she was feeling a little competitive. She, of course, knew all about my breast-fixation, and having this busty goddess here (especially a busty goddess who, she knew, had once tried to hook up with me) had her vying for my attention, it seemed.

But, while the ladies’ body language was screaming pay-attention-to-me-cat-fight, their tone and conversation could not have been any more different. They couldn't stop laughing or cracking jokes. They shared stories and gassed each other up. They seemed like the very best of friends having the time of their lives.

I tried to ponder this dissonance , but only managed to land on “maybe women are just weird and you don’t understand them at all.” While something was certainly up, I found myself too distracted by their large womanly chests to care. I was content to sit back and watch the show.

“So, why isn’t Chase here? We wanted to meet him.” Mikayla questioned, pulling me from my revelry. I knew nothing about the guy, but I was very interested in what kind of guy could land this bombshell sitting in front of me.

“Oh, he’s at home. He’s so sweet, you’re going to love him! He treats me, like, so so well and he's so handsome.” Gabriella couldn’t hide the pride in her voice. “It’s like… he does everything I ask him. He takes me on expensive trips, and gives me back massages, and buys me presents. Sometimes it feels like he worships the ground I walk on!” She laughed, an arrogant smirk creeping across her face.

“Sounds like Mr. Reeves… sorry I mean… lil Tommy might have some competition for your assistant soon!” Mikayla chortled, laughing so hard a tear rolled down her cheek.

“Well, Chase definitely knows his place. He LOVES serving me. He has been so supportive of me being on The Product! A lot of guys would let their fragile male ego get in the way, but he loves seeing me get bigger and bigger… becoming more woman for him. More woman than he can handle. It seems like the bigger I get..” She cupped her breasts and gave them a demonstrative shake “the more he’ll do anything to keep me happy.” She was practically purring.

“OMG!” Mikayla was laughing so hard her eyes were watering “He must REALLY want to see you happy now. Girl, your tits are absolutely massive!”

“Ummm yeah, ya think?! At first I thought they were TOO big, but between work and Chase and everything….. I don’t know… everything has just been going so well since I got on The Product. Guys seem to love it. ‘Bigger is better,’ right?” She turned to me with a knowing smile. “What do you think? Do you like them or do you think they’re too big?”

My face flushed scarlet. I glanced back and forth between the two girls. How the hell was I supposed to answer that?! Mikayla was staring at me inquisitively, waiting for an answer. Gabriella smirked with her chest displayed proudly. Given the semi-competitive nature I had picked up on, how could I answer? Should I be honest? Should I lie? How could I make sure Mikayla didn’t feel insecure, but also not insult her best friend's body?! Both their stares intensified and I knew I had to say something.

“I…uhhhh, well, I think its, ummm, important to, you know, like… feel good about your own body.” I finished lamely, desperately trying to look anywhere but at the girls.

Both girls broke into hysterical laughter. Mikayla was full blown crying and Gabriela had to put her fist to her mouth to try to gain control. This was not the reaction I had been expecting to my lame platitude about body positivity.

“OMG, see Mikayla, he can barely talk! Boys just get so cute and flustered when you talk about your titties getting bigger!”

“Well, he always gets cute and agreeable when I wear something that shows off 'the girls'” She gestured towards her chest. “But when you walk in here with those bazookas, the man can’t even speak!”

*More giggles*

“And you know, I LOVE it when boys want to keep me happy. I LOVE it when the cats got their tongue. At work, at home. Everywhere.” She was leering at me like I was her prey. “So I’m just going to keep getting bigger and bigger!”

“GIRL!” She snorted again “HOW MUCH BIGGER CAN YOU GET?! You used to be so much smaller than me, I couldn’t even fit into your sports bras. And now you're making my girls look puny!” She cupped her breasts and pushed them up, turning to Gabriela as if for comparison.

“Oh, your girls are doing just fine, hun. But if you wanted to get a little bigger you could always try The Product.” She leaned towards Mikayla, mirroring her cupping. Both their breasts were fully on display, side by side. Her tone, which had been so playful all night went down to a lower, more serious octave. “But if you want to get really big, like… huge…you have to try The Program.”

Had I heard of this Program before? I racked my memory, it was something from The Product people, I think, but I couldn’t remember any details.

“Whats the Program?” I asked, trying to sound academic about the question.

This brought another fit of giggles and a playful eye-roll from Mikayla. “Oh my god, you sit there mute and practically drooling for the last half an hour and OF COURSE your first contribution to the conversation is to ask about The Program that would make my tits huge!”

“No no, it makes sense. Its normal for guys to be curious about this kind of thing.” She tucked some hair behind her ear and turned to face me in full now. “The Program is from the company who make The Product. Its new, I only started on it a few months ago when I met Chase. The program is for partners, you see.”

I thought back to her insta. How she had seemed to stop growing about 6 months ago, only to see her bigger than ever here today. Was this all from The Program?

“The Product is just supplements.” Gabriela continued, answering the questions implied by my furled brow. “Vitamins and hormones and estrogen and other proprietary stuff that make a woman experience a kind of second puberty. any girl can get them. In fact, the company is planning on it. The Program, however, is a full routine for women and their partners, and it's much more exclusive at the moment. There's still supplements, of course. Different supplements though, some for me and some for him. But it also comes with therapy and couples treatment sessions. Sometimes we do sessions together, sometimes separately. I always come out of my sessions feeling so confident and fresh. I don’t know what his sessions are about, but when he gets home he is just the perfect little boyfriend…so eager to please. I can tell he wants my breasts, he’s so on edge and tense. It's like he wants to beg me for them, but doesn’t know how. So he begs quietly, with his eyes and actions. Oh I just love it when he whimpers! This program has just made us so much closer and we're both so happy! He is the perfect little boyfriend for me and when I finally let him see the girls… it's like pure joy for him. He's gotten to the point where he can barely contain himself!...for now” *Giggle*

I realized I’d been silent during her whole speech. While Gabriela and I had locked eyes for her description of The Program, Mikayla’s eyes had been staring at me, reading my reaction. Was this competitiveness, or something else?

Gabriela continued, unfazed by my growing discomfort and poorly hidden arousal. “The Program is about balance. It's about rebalancing outdated gender roles. Mankind has been in charge for about…2000 years now, I think it's time for women to take the reigns.For womankind to ascend, mankind needs to wane, and as I strive to become so much more, Chase strives to become so much less. Some guys, the dumb alpha guys, might think that's weakness, but women like me know that it takes incredible strength to give everything to us. To give up all that Power, to give up all that Control that men have had for so long. He wants to help us- he wants to help me- become the best version of myself, and that strength… the strength to concede'' Her voice took on an aroused husky lilt “makes women like me very, VERY, Happy.”

"And when I'm happy, he's happy, you see? I take care of him and all his 'little' problems. All his little male urges…as I’ve gotten bigger his appetite for me has become so much more overwhelming for him. He's so hungry. Every deep breath, every low cut blouse, every new bra… it practically melts his little brain. He’s gotten so…so fixated… on my body…on my breasts. And I can give him exactly what he wants, his every urge and whim is completely satisfied. And in exchange…he does everything I say. Everything is so easy for him now. Everything is less complicated now that his only focus is my happiness and the pleasure I can give him. Now doesn't that sound like a good deal? Wouldn’t it be nice to have someone take care of you and all your silly little needs?”

She grabbed another margarita, seemingly out of thin air, and handed it to me. Wait, had they not ordered one too?

“But come on” Gabriela’s voice took on her playful tone again, turning back to her friend “Did we come here to talk about my relationship or did we come here to dance?!”

———

The dance floor was a blur. The margaritas seemed to be really catching up to me. My head was swimming, and I found myself floating from one moment to the next with no real memory of how I got there.

The girls pulled me along and made sure I got to where I needed to go. All 3 of us were dancing together, nothing sensual, just kind of boppin’ around and vibing on the dancefloor. The DJ was really good, mixing some house tunes with latin sounds. The tempo varied, sometimes slow and passionate, other times more upbeat.

It was crowded, hot and sweaty, but not necessarily in a bad way. The atmosphere felt charged and electric. The two girls were radiant, moving rhythmically, drawing the glances of men and women alike, but often for different reasons. Women gave them jealous looks while men lusted after them, but they didn't seem to care. They loved being the center of attention. It's where they belonged.

Soon, the beat picked up and Mikayla pulled me close. With no hesitation, she laid a searing kiss on me. It wasn’t the kind of kiss I was expecting, it wasn’t a sultry-sexy-dancefloor-kiss, it was romantic… dare I say… sweet. It was more than a peck, for sure, but it was tender. Her lips moved playfully over mine, and when she broke the kiss, she smiled at me. It was a cute and compassionate smile, again not what I was expecting. It caught me off guard. She put her arms around my neck, and pulled me close.

“I really love you and appreciate you.” She whispered into my ear, her tits pushing into my chest below. “You deserve a little reward, I want you to feel really good tonight.” Her hand reached down between us and gave my bulge a playful squeeze. “You’re already hard, huh? Hope that's for me and not for Gabby’s huge tits.” Before I could respond, her tongue invaded my ear, and slowly moved its way down to my neck.

I was momentarily speechless, this was so unlike her! Wasn't she supposed to be mad at me? Hadn't she caught me staring at Gabriela’s new vastly superior curves? As she pulled away I saw she was still smiling sweetly, with no trace of malice in her eyes. Now I was really confused. Seeing my perplexed expression, she smiled playfully before turning around and starting to grind against me. I had always been a tit guy, but there was no denying Mikayla’s amazing rear. Her athletic yet supple backside (the product of 3 yoga classes per week) pushed back against my hardness, moving in sync with the music. I began to reciprocate, slowly grinding back into her as my arms wrapped around her and pulled her in closer. She moaned in unfeigned pleasure allowing me the opportunity to look over her shoulder and down into her deep inviting cleavage. Her breasts glistened and bounced in the hot and crowded nightclub, which only served to heighten my libido more. Unconsciously I redoubled my hip motion against her.

“ Ahhh! Oh baby, did looking down my top get you excited?” She purred breathlessly “Does it get you hot looking at my big titties? Good. I wore something really low cut to get you all hot tonight.”

We continued like this, dancing wrapped together like two serpents for several songs. I was absolutely throbbing, I had no idea what had gotten into her. Maybe the drinks were finally starting to catch up with her too. No matter the reason, I was enjoying myself too much to worry.

“Mind if I join you two love birds?” Gabriella had come up in front Mikayla. “The guy over there in the basketball jersey keeps creepin’ on me.” Mikayla just laughed and pulled her friend into our space.

If I thought they were jockeying for my attention before, the two of them were bringing it to a whole new level now. The two of them seemed to be putting on some kind of show, both of them determined to inflame my desire further. But whether their motivation was competition, or something else, I had no idea.

My girlfriend's hips pushed back into mine, the softness of her rear pressed against my hardness, while her best friend's tits swayed rhythmically in front of me. Gabriella came in closer still, her chest pushed against Mikayla’s. I couldn’t help but stare at their racks pressed together as Mikayla’s ass became more insistent against my length. The brunette’s dark eyes locked on to mine as she adjusted her top, pulling it down a bit to show more creamy cleavage. My eyes responded immediately, darting down to her undulating breasts. My girlfriend slowly turned around, still keeping our hips pressed together. Her hand reached down to my shaft as her lips and tongue played roughly on my neck.

Between the drinks, the dark dancefloor, and Mikayla’s newfound aggression I was in a bit of a haze, I maybe rutted into her hand, a bit eager to get relief. Her lips moved up to my ear.

“Gabby has gotten so big, hasn’t she?” She whispered huskily. I looked up, Gabby was facing me, eyes locked directly on mine with a sultry expression on her face. The way she moved was so sensual and hypnotic. “Just look at her” my girlfriend continued “Look at how her body moves.” I was looking, no doubt, at how one part of her body was moving. Her breasts were swaying lasciviously, bouncing and jiggling with the beat. Every movement seemed designed to draw my gaze, the way she leaned and crossed her arms and arched her neck and shoulders… all of it seemed so coordinated. All the while, my girlfriend's hand was still on my girth… not stroking, but just sort of fondling. My mind raced as my breath quickened.

Mikayla’s hands, Gabriela’s breasts, Getting Bigger, Gabriella Ascending, Growing Tits, Those Jiggles, Mikayla’s hand squeezing a little more insistently.

I groaned, fearing I was too far gone to stop myself from orgasming right here on the dancefloor, but as if sensing my upcoming eruption, Mikayla let go and stepped away.

She smiled at me playfully as I let out an embarrassing pitiful whimper, my balls clenching to prevent what would have been a shameful blunder.

As if unaware of my plight, the girls carried on dancing. They moved towards each other, giggling.

“God” Mikayla huffed, “you are so big!” Her hands reached up and cupped her brunette friend's chest. Both girls smiled hungrily at each other. Then, out of nowhere, she leaned forward and kissed her bestie.

The girls had made out twice in college, that I knew of: once on a dare at that random frat party when they were freshmen, and then again at a drunken after-hours a couple of years later. The second one was unprompted, but they both denied remembering it when I brought it up the next morning. So…maybe this wasn’t completely out of character for them…but it still caught me off guard. While Mikayla and I’s earlier kiss had been sweet and loving, this one was sultry and passionate. I stood there dumbly, just watching their dancing tongues while Mikayla’s hands explored her friend's body. They broke apart, smiling devilishly at each other before turning to me.

“Shots?” The both suggested in unison, before breaking into another fit of giggles.

After another trip to the bar, I followed the girls’ swaying rears back on the dancefloor. One or both of them led me by the hand at all times now. I was once again struck by how drunk I felt versus how sober they seemed to be.

My memories for the rest of the night started to get muddy. I couldn't remember much, just flashes of sweat and softness. I was making out with Mikayla, Mikayla was making out with Gabriela, Gabriela and I were making out. All our bodies writhing and gyrating into each other. I remember a cocktail of feelings: confusion, guilt, pride…. but more than any other, I remember being filled with unbridled lust. My hands pressed into the girls’ softness, their bodies pressed against mine. And, of course, I remembered tits. Their breasts were front and center, dancing in front of my gaze as I fell deeper and deeper under their spell. Mikayla’s mouth was on my neck, her breathy voice was in my ear.

“Isn’t she so big?”

“So soft.”

“Sooo nice.”

“It’s ok to stare.”

Tits were swaying rhythmically and I couldn’t look away as my girlfriend’s words seeped into my brain.

“Thinking is hard.” A hand grasped my hardness.

“Staring is easy. Don’t you want things to be easy?”

“Don’t you just looooove how big she’s gotten? Look how massive she’s become. She’s sooo much woman. Do you think you can handle that?”

“You want to be under the spell of a big and powerful woman, don’t you? Say it, baby….”

“Y-yes.” I breathed.

Two devilish smiles and a knowing glance between them.

"What was that honey? We couldn't quite hear you.

"y-Yes!" I sputtered enthralled by the idea of being under the spell of a giant woman and her equally giant tits.

One of the girls-Gabriela I think-pulled out her phone and said the bar was closing soon. She suggested we go outside for some air before closing our tab. I nodded along as Mikayla grabbed my hand, following her friend, and leading us to the patio area.

They carefully sat me down on some metal patio furniture across from them. They continued chatting, and glancing at me, while I just smiled stupidly back at them.

Honestly at this point I had no idea what was even going on. I just knew I felt…good…and I wanted to keep staring. I wanted to keep following their lead. I wanted to do…whatever they wanted.

“Ugh, that was SO MUCH FUN” one of them chirped.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my hands off your tits.”

“Yeah, they're kind of hard to avoid these days.”

Even though I wasn’t adding anything to the conversation, I was well aware that both girls were looking at me… even though they were talking to each other. Feeling a rush of drunken spins coming on, I decided I needed to settle my focus on something, and (to nobody's surprise) I settled right on Gabriela’s tits as I nodded along to their chatter.

“All those guys in there were so annoying. They were flocking to your new big titties like magnets.” More giggles. “Doesn’t it get annoying?”

Gabriela took an inflating breath. “Annoying? No. Quite the contrary, actually…”

How were they stringing sentences together like this when I felt so dumb? Still, I stared directly at the cleavage in front of me.

“It makes me feel…” Her shoulders pulled back, and she took another inflating breath. “Powerful.” She said in a confident tone that reverberated through my cock and sent tingles down my spine.

“But…” Gabriela continued. “You should know all about that. My tits might be new but you’ve had that rack since freshman year!”

Mikayla hmmm’d for a little bit.

Something about this discussion felt…. I don’t know… rehearsed?

“Well, I’m big. But you’re massive. I’ve never felt that power before.” I could feel her eyes boring into me. “But, I think I’d like to.” She finished devilishly.

Wait, what was she talking about? My ears perked up and (with tremendous effort) I pulled my gaze out of their cleavage, and gave a concerned look to my girlfriend of 4 years. Was she talking about getting on the Product?...Or…even more concerning, The Program? My mind, perhaps in self-defense, recalled Gabriella’s description from earlier, ‘for womankind to ascend, mankind has to wane.”

GULP. I didn’t want that! (Did I?)

Gabriella was talking again, both girls still looking directly into my soul.

“You’d get so, so big. So much bigger than me, so much quicker.” Her voice was husky and hypnotic. “I was barely a full B-cup when I started. You’re already stacked. You’d be bigger than me in no time if you started The Program. God, the feeling of getting bigger and more powerful feels so fucking good. I want that for you so badly.”

“What about you, honey?” Mikayla asked, her voice dripping with sweetness. “Do you want to see me grow bigger and more powerful? Do you want to see my breasts swell a little bigger each day? I know you're such a breast man… would you like to see me outgrow my bras? I know how much you loooove my big bras.” She smirked knowingly.

God, I tried not to think of that time she had caught me sneakily masturbating with her bra. I had hoped she had forgotten about that.

“I could try on some new bigger bras for you, when I start growing? Let you see my progress?”

A smarter man than me, or perhaps just a more sober man, would have put some of these puzzle pieces together. Far from being in competition with each other all night, the two best friends were working together from the start. Together they had spun a beautiful boob web, and I was the fly stuck in it. But I was not that smart, and not that sober. I didn’t see the trap. And as much as the idea of my girlfriend getting even more chest-heavy appealed to me. A part of me (perhaps my male ego or sense of self-preservation) still felt very conflicted by this whole indecent proposal.

Something about it felt…unatural…and downright terrifying. It felt like jumping off a cliff, and never being able to go back.

“Well, honey? What do you think?”

“I… I dunno.” We both knew about The Product, sure, but, honestly, we had never talked about it, and this hardly felt like the time and place to do so. As I found my voice, I decided to serve up some platitudes rather than make any big decisions. “I want you to be happy, but you’re already so big.”

“Yes, but imagine if she was even bigger!”

“Yeah, well… I dunno…” I gulped. Already in our relationship I felt a little powerless around Mikayla’s tits. It was a great fear of mine that she’d realize the power her chest held over me…. She might even take advantage of it, if she wasn't already. Did I want this unspoken power dynamic to be spoken? Did I want her leverage over to become even BIGGER? Did I want to be her doting little puppy dog boyfriend?

“I can see you’re thinking about it. How about this….why don’t the three of us go back to our place. We can have some drinks, put on some music, have a little fun. I want to absolutely spoil my little breast man. Tonight, our titties are going to be your whole fucking world. You can worship at the altar of boobies all night. Getting up close and personal with Gabriela’s girls might help you learn to appreciate what I could become. If you're man enough to go through with it, that is.

You can spend all night experiencing the benefits of a bigger Gabriella, and imagining what life could be like for us. Maybe that’ll help you make up your mind?”

I stared at her utterly speechless, unable to think. I backed away slightly shocked and confused.This could not be real!

"Don't you worry." Gabriella said as she snuggled her chest close to me. "We can just…talk…" Mikayla my girlfriend, took her hands and cupped her best friends giant tits, making them look bigger than ever. She gave them a demonstrative wobble with a smirk.

"We will help you come to the right conclusion no matter how many times it takes.”

"That’s it. That's a good boy."

"Let us…take care of you…"

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