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6ix9inewiturmom · 15 days

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Jealousy, Jealousy- Chris Sturniolo

Summary: You got a little jealous and insecure about chris’ relationship with Tara, the fans don’t know about you so it makes your thoughts a little worse.

Warnings: Arguments, inscure, fluff, use of Y/N, kinda Asshole chris, TW! co comparison

A/N: I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY THIS BABIES?! also a PSA!! no hate to tara i love her sm she’s absolutely amazing and beautiful this is jus a FICTIONAL story!!

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It was an average Tuesday for me sitting in my apartment waiting for chris to come over so we can have our normal once a week movie night at my house. i knew chris had a video to film, i assumed it was for his youtube channel cause normally they film either on monday or tuesday for their wednesday videos. The endless scroll of tiktok was genuinely getting exhausting, considering chris and i had both decided to keep our relationship private until we felt comfortable enough to share with his fans, i always get chris fan edits all over my for you page, which was nice, sometimes i send him the good ones to see his reaction, but as im scrolling through tiktok a video popped up of chris and his newer friend tara, singing ‘Primadonna’ by Marina, now normally i don’t get jealous or insecure because i know he’s mine and im his, he ALWAYS made sure i was okay with anything, but he never told me the video he was doing was with her? she had this newer series on her channel called ‘Stuck in a car with..’ and last weeks was Nick, so i’m assuming this weeks was chris.. but why wouldn’t he tell me? he tells me everything? why was she smiling at chris like that? does she know he has a girlfriend? did he tell her? why was this the song choice? why was he not telling me it was Tara that he was filming with? i trust chris why am i overthinking so much? why am i questioning him? do i have a right to question things? should i test him? should i just ask? what if he gets mad at me for being like this?

A billion thoughts were flooding my once at eased mind with thoughts of Insecurities and Jealousy. she’s a beautiful woman, amazing style, she’s funny, she’s a lot of things i’m not, but does that matter to chris?

i get up off my bed to head to the bathroom to run me a nice warm bath to see if that’ll ease my mind, i step in the bathroom and turn on the light and start the water and stop in the bathroom mirror and stare. i just sit here for a good 4 minutes looking at myself, comparing myself to her, was it her perfect skin? her perfect figure? i let out a frustrated sigh and hop in the tub and my tense body softens at the hot water absorbing into my skin. i lean back in the tub and stare at the ceiling. questioning myself what i’m gonna do.

it’s now about 6pm, i’ve taken a bath, nervous baked, cookies, brownies, and a chocolate cake, baking always seems to calm my nerves down, i’ve watched 7 movies, no word from chris which is weird, but what’d i expect.

Speak of the fucking devil.

Chrissy 🎀

Hey ma, sorry i’ve not responded, we just got done filming and we ran a few errands and im on the way to your house now baby.

this motherfucker, did he just lie to my face? so he’s now believing his lie that he was filming with his brothers?

Y/N

doors open 🙃

maybe i should just play it cool, maybe i should just see how long he cracks? nah i shouldn’t do that thats some toxic shit.

i hear my doorbell ring a couple times, i get off the couch and walk to the door and open it up to find chris standing there in his light blue Fresh Love hoodie smiling at me.

“Hi baby” he smiles at me holding his arms out expecting a hug from me like i normally do but i can’t help but stare into his eyes and my once harsh gaze softens at his smile and i walk closer giving him a hug and he kisses my head.

i pull away from his soft hug and let him in. as he walks in he notices my disarray of a house, dishes everywhere, flour is scattered over my kitchen counter he has a puzzled look on his face.

“what’s with all those dishes and stuff?” he points around at my kitchen.

“oh that?… yeah i uh started watching tiktok waiting for you and i started baking..” my voice trails off.

“okay..” he starts “anyways… what movie do you wanna watch” he walks with me to my couch and sits down with his arm draped over my shoulders.

“i don’t wanna watch a movie” i smile “i just wanna sit and talk to you for a little bit” he smiles softly at me.

“what do you wanna talk about ma” he chuckles smiling at me

“umm how was filming?” i drop my head playing with my rings on my fingers.

“oh yeah it was good, a lot of good laughs, but it’s how we normally are” he laughs nervously.

“so just you and your brothers?” i lift my head up smiling at him. at this point i blacked out, i completely lost control of my voice, i trust him but why wasn’t he telling me the truth?

“yeah, we was filming for wednesdays new video” he looks me deeply in my eyes, straight up lied to me.

my lips kiss my teeth and i nod, “so Tara is your brother?” i spit out.

his eyes widen, and his face goes pale “Y/N, it’s not what it looks like, look i know me and you have been together for a year and a half in private, she knows i have a girlfriend who i love” he places his hand on my knee rubbing circles on it.

i nod “yeah so why didn’t you just tell me you were with tara? then when i asked you completely lied to my face, yeah i saw the fucking tiktok you guys made, and best believe me, the comments on that fucking video? a BUNCH of boat emojis, and ‘oh the way he looks at her’ what the fuck chris?” my voice cracks with anger and sadness

“Y/N i just know how you are..” he looks down playing with his thumbs.

“HOW I AM? chris i have done nothing but trust you, im sorry for expecting the bare minimum by i don’t know my boyfriend to tell me that he’s filming a video with someone? then not lie to me about who he was with?” i yell standing up off the couch.

“Y/N sit down, talk to me ma, i promise it’s not like that” chris starts trying to grab my hand, i jerk my hand back.

“no you’re not gonna ‘ma’ me, at all, you lied chris, u caught you in a lie, if i would have never seen that fucking tiktok, you would have never fucking told me about it chris, what the fuck?” i pace around my living room in anger and in almost tears

“Y/N…baby” he gets off the couch trying to calm me down.

“no chris, get away from me, get out, i don’t wanna see you” i sit on the floor next to my window in fetal position with my head between my knees.

“Y/N pls don’t push me out” he starts “please, i love you” he squats down at eye level with me

“give me one second chris” i stand up and go out the door unlocking my phone and dialing matt’s number.

“Y/N? what’s up?” matt answers

“come get your brother, i can’t look at him” my voice shakes and tears form my eyes.

“what happened Y/N” his voice panicked

“i should let chris tell you, just please matt?” i single tear drops from the left side of my face

“i’m on my way” he sighs.

i end the call walking back inside and chris is sitting on the couch with his face in his hands as if he’s stressed.

“your brother is on his way Christopher” i sigh walking to my room and locking the door, obviously he followed me sitting at my door with his head leaning against the door.

“Y/N please… i just know since our relationship is private how sometimes you can get insecure” he starts; not helping the situation.

“Chris, leave, you’re not helping” i start crying

“fine, you know fuck this, i tried explaining myself, you don’t believe me, ive tried, now im the problem” he sighs dragging his feet and slamming my front door which causes me to jump and start harshly crying. i hear a ping from my phone assuming its chris i turn it around to find Nick frantically texting me.

Nick Bean 🫘

Y/N??

WHAT DID MY BROTHER DO?!

ARE YOU GUYS BROKEN UP?

WHO I NEEDA FIGHT??

i guess news travels fast in the sturniolo household.

Y/N 🎀

no we’re not broken up, he didn’t tell me that he was filming with tara, told me he was filming with you and matt, but i found out from a tiktok.. all of his comments were shipping him, and i know our relationship is private but like nick… i love your brother so much..

i start crying harder then i’ve cried before. i never would have thought chris would make me cry like this, never, he’s always been so communicative with me. why start this now?

Nick Bean 🫘

what the fuck..

why?

but i have to say one thing Y/N, you know he would never leave you, i can say that, i can’t justify his actions but i can say he loves you dearly.

was i overthinking? he lied. was i being dramatic? he lied.

Y/N 🎀

i know nick, but i jus need a couple days to cool down.. that’s all im asking, a couple days to get his ass straight

i put my phone down and power it off so i can sleep without interruptions, or at least try and attempt to sleep.

about an hour later i woke up, tears staining my face, mascara still running down my cheeks, my heart aches. why would chris do something like this.

Two Days Later

the past two days i’ve heard nothing from anyone, nick hasn’t checked on me, matt hasn’t, and i expected chris not to check on me considering he’s playing the victim card.

New Message Requests from Ms.Yummy on instagram!

hm? tara texted me? god she’s probably the last person i expected to hear from.

Mrs.Yummy

Hey girl! so i heard about you and chris! i just want to say he did tell me all about you, he bragged so much about you!! sorry if things got mixed up between me and chris!! nothing is going on between us! i hope you can forgive him! <3

so i’m guessing chris texted her. wow. he can text her but not me? are you kidding me? i clicked on her profile and found myself gazing at her pictures, looking at the way she does her eyeliner, the way she dresses, her smile, her nonexistent acne, her perfect makeup. fuck i’m doing it again, but i’m not answering her.

Movies, sleep, cry, shower. that’s my routine for the last 2 days. i can’t live without him. maybe he’s right. maybe i am insecure. maybe i am jealous.

fuck it.

Y/N

come over at 5. we need to talk.

i texted chris. we needed to fix whatever problems we had. weather it’s me being insecure and jealous or chris lying to me. we needed to fix things.

Chrissy 🎀

i’m coming over now.

fuck. i had no time to get ready, i looked like shit, felt like shit, still had stains on my face from tears. never mind, i didn’t care, i just needed my boyfriend back.

about an hour waiting for him i was in between dozing off and staying awake, i hear keys jingling at my door. damnit he has a spare key. he slowly walks in holding flowers and my favorite gummy candies and chocolate.

“Hey Y/N i’m sorry it took so long, i ubered all around LA, you know how embarrassing that is? matt refused to drive me anywhere today. him and nick are both mad at me since the whole…yk?” he started nervous smiling.

“these are pretty, and thanks for the food” i say walking up to him with a straight face, and grabbing things from his hand and placing them on my kitchen counter.

“so now what?” he placed his hand on the counter.

“i don’t know chris, You told Tara about our relationship problems obviously, she took your side” i rolled my eyes.

“look i know i fucked up Y/N, i should have just told you about filming with Tara, i shouldn’t have lied..” he starts

“you didn’t just lie Chris. you lied to my fucking face even when i questioned you.. THEN you told Tara about us and she fucking texted me all silly and ass kissing me.. how do you think i’ve felt? genuinely curious how do you think i’ve been doing?” i sit on the counter with my arms crossed staring at him looking at the floor.

“well uhm by the looks of things around here, and your stained cheeks, not good…” he continued to look at the ground moving his ring on his finger around in circles around his finger.

“chris you’ve got me looking in the mirror differently thinking i’m flawed, i mean look at Tara? she’s fucking beautiful, she’s skinny, she’s funny, she’s got amazing style, and definitely good taste in men if she’s interested in you..” my voice fades off and i start breathing in and out trying not to cry.

“fuck” he whispers “Y/N you’re all of that and more… no i’m not making this up, you’re absolutely the right woman for me, i should have told you about tara, im just saying i should have never made you feel different about yourself, i shouldn’t have lied, and i shouldn’t have lied to you. i’m sorry Y/N, for everything, im sorry for making you feel any less then perfect, you’re so very perfect to me” he grabs both sides of my face looking at me deep in the eyes. “you” he kisses my forehead “are” he kisses my right cheek “so” he kisses my left cheek “perfect” he finally places a little kiss on my lips making me smile.

“there’s that beautiful smile i’ve missed” he says still cupping my cheeks making a soft pink color appear on my cheeks.

“i’m sorry chris, i may have overreacted but im sorry for causing an emotional distress upon our relationship” i softly smile.

he places his hands down besides my legs on the counter “that doesn’t matter anymore. i promise from here on out, no matter what, no matter who, i will tell you who im filming with, okay?” he holds out his pinkie, i roll my eyes and intertwining my pinkie with his and smiling.

“i just want you Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N, only you, one day i’m gonna make you take my last name, i can PROMISE you that” he says kissing my lips softly.

“i only want you Christopher Owen Sturniolo” i smile back softly giving him another peck on the cheek “can we take a nap please… i haven’t been sleeping good lately… and i just want you to hold me” i look down and back up at chris with his blue eyes gazing down at me smiling.

“yes but i have to do something before anything okay? but you can’t look” he smirks

“i’m confused but okay..” i smile softly.

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“CHRIS” i drag out the ‘s’ “no way..” i almost had tears in my eyes.

“now the entire world can see that you are mine and i am yours” he smiled kissing my lips softly “now we can take a nap.. come here ma” he opens his arms out for me i lay down on the couch resting my head on his chest and he kisses my head whispering sweet nothings to me, as i fall asleep peacefully for the first time in 2 days with my boyfriend.

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A/N pt 2 I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS!! again no hate to tara, i love tara, she’s an icon to me, this is completely fictional!! I LOVE YOU ALL

XOXO

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starrtiny · 1 month

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Can't Help Myself No More

a/n this is my first fic so i hope ya'll enjoy :)) I had this idea planned but it took me almost a month to write... i hope it's worth it for y’all

summary: To put it plainly, the guy was a nerd. A hot nerd you wanted to fuck! Chris is eye candy to everyone in the office - including you. Only, he doesn't see it. He's too sweet and innocent to see the flirting and the hidden intentions of everyone around him, or is he? Maybe he's not who he seems to be... words - 6.5k general - explicit content, chan + female reader, mutual pining, colleagues to lovers, semi-public sex, he's kind of a virgin, praise + degradation kink if you squint

🎵 007 - Tabber

You let out a loud sigh and sat up in your seat as you looked at the clock on the wall across from you. It was a Friday night and way past the end of shift, but you’d been given so much work this past week that you had no choice but to work overtime. And it just so happened to be with non-other than Chris.

Most of the lights had been turned off and it was just you two left in the office. You had barely spoken to him since the start of the week and the tension lingered heavily in the room. You didn’t know why, it’s not like what you had seen was a big deal, but for some reason it still weighed on your mind and no matter what, you just couldn’t shift it.

You didn’t know how to speak to him, after all, he wasn’t the person you thought he was anymore.

No! Stop being overdramatic!

He was the same person – he just wasn’t how you perceived him to be. He wasn’t a sad loser, he wasn’t weak, and he certainly didn’t rely on you.

You were bitter.

You needed him to need you and god did it pain you to admit it.

Monday morning. You were sat at your desk, still half asleep, praying for it to be Friday already. Your ears had pricked up at the mention that Chris had arrived. Pulling your head up off the table, you groaned at the thought of him being finely polished and his cheerful self this early in the morning.

‘How are you so happy on a Monday morning?’ you had questioned him as he arrived at the desk opposite yours, placing his bag on top and wrapping his jacket around the back of his chair, your eyes hesitating on his arms as his biceps flexed.

Chris was fit. Physically.

He loved working out and you were in awe of how strong a man like him was. Chris was eye candy around the office too, and it always made you laugh at how oblivious he was too it. The younger girls were constantly bringing him snacks and drinks, offering to do the littlest things for him, twirling their hair whenever he walked by or spoke to them to turn them away (extremely politely of course).

‘They’re just being kind,’ he had always told you.

As far as you knew, Chris was single. He had been the whole time you knew him. He had never shown any interest in anyone at work either, whether he knew pretty much the entire office was hitting on him or not. It did surprise you, but in a sad way, you kind of liked it. He was hot but you also found him incredibly adorable. The way he sought your approval on every piece of work he did, even though you two were on the same level. The way he would get you anything without you needing to ask. The way he would scrunch his nose as he pushed his glasses up at the bridge…

To put it plainly, the guy was a nerd. A hot nerd you wanted to fuck!

‘Guess I’m just a morning person,’ He smiled at you, and you felt your heart melt. It happened every time and it never got old. ‘I was about to go grab coffees for everyone, you coming’?’

The sun glared in your eyes as you walked down the street, side by side next to Chris, and you could feel your face burning, cursing yourself for not putting on sunscreen that morning. You laughed with him as he attempted to shield your face, bumping into each other multiple times due to lack of vision and personal space. Anyone walking past on the street would assume you two to be a couple and it made your heart ache. You ignored the pain and forced yourself to block that idea from your head. You didn’t have a crush on him, you just didn’t object to the idea of being with him... You were just curious what it would be like… Right?

He held open the door for you as you entered to store and you watched from a distance as he ordered your drinks, oblivious to the women behind the till writing her number on his cup.

That was when it had happened.

You blamed yourself for being too obsessive.

If you weren’t insistent on hanging from his every word and move, you would have missed it. You wouldn’t be in the position you are now.

Chris had pulled his wallet from his back pocket, using his card to pay for the drinks for the office. Your eyes were caught by the light being reflected from a packet inside and your heart sank, a pit growing in your stomach making you feel more nauseous by the second.

You spent the rest of the day, the rest of the week, fighting yourself on it, deciding whether to care or not. He was a grown man after all, and it wasn’t really your business, but it was Chris. You couldn’t argue that he was extremely hot so him being with other people wouldn’t really be a surprise, but this was the man who was blissfully unaware of the flirting he received from his colleagues for two whole years.

Maybe you just wanted him to be innocent. Maybe you didn’t know him as well as you thought you did after all…

What you did know however, was that this only made you want him more!

“Have you finished for tonight?” you hear Chris utter as he looks up from his computer.

“Yeah, I think so,” you moan. “I’m not going to get very far with this tonight. I’ll have a fresh start Monday morning” you let out a weak smile in his direction.

“Give me a few minutes, I’ll drive you home”.

What the fuck…

You gave him a slight nod, caught off guard.

Chris had never offered anything like that before, what did it mean? Maybe you were reading too far into this, but then again, you’d known each other for years and didn’t even know where each other lived. What was with the suddenly change...?

Your thoughts were interrupted by noise of Chris rapidly tapping against his keyboard, your focus being instantly drawn as his slender fingers were lit up by the moonlight shining in through the crack in the blinds. You let your eyes wander as he reached for the mouse and delicately scrolled…

You cursed yourself for letting your mind drift, plagued by your newfound information about Chris’ sex life, only to get cut off once again by Chris fiddling with the buckles on his bag.

He’s your co-worker

“I’m ready if you are” You look up and he was returning the gaze towards you cheerfully and you instantly noticed the absence of his glasses. Your heart throbbed as your colleague had suddenly become 10x more attractive and a deep pit formed in your stomach, wondering how you are meant to survive a car journey with him while he looked like that.

On the drive home, you found yourself basically gripping the car door, begging for oxygen. Chris had once again removed his suit jacket and had leant over to throw it onto the backseat. You found yourself rushing to look away before he turned back in case you couldn’t control yourself and kissed him there and then. To make matters worse, he had proceeded to roll up his shirt sleeves, accentuating his thick forearms that made you almost break a sweat. He had one hand carefully gripping the wheel and the other placed gently on the gear stick. You watched intently through your peripherals, the way Chris’ arm flexed every time he changed gear or turned the wheel using the palm of his hand – you had learnt something new about yourself that day and as much as you wanted to be mad, you were enjoying it just a little bit too much.

Once you arrived home, you fought yourself on asking him inside.

He’s you co-worker you repeatedly reminded yourself, before thanking him and getting out of the car. You took your time however, hoping for a sign that he might want this too, only, it never came.

You went to home that night, your chest heavy with guilt and regret.

Chris knew exactly what he was doing. He felt disgusting and he knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself.

Chris had known he wanted you since the day he first lied eyes on you, and it only grew by the day. Watching you around the office pained him. You were so kind-hearted and caring to everyone there, he couldn’t help but want it all to himself.

He wanted you to himself.

He often found himself pretending to not understand something just so you could stare into his eyes while you slowly explained it to him, just so he could get a brief glance down your shirt and at your cleavage as you bent over his desk, just so he could see your skirt slightly lift as you leant over, and just so he could watch you walk away.

He found his slacks tighten every time you switched persona and dominated the office, assigning roles and complaining when work wasn’t up to standard. It was a shame though, he thought, that he was the only person you never seemed to be mean to.

This is my punishment he had decided. His fantasies were disgusting, and the universe was taking it out on him for being a pervert.

He had to take his jacket off as soon as he got into the car. Chris had caught himself looking as you lifted your bare leg to fold over the other, skirt lifting and briefly showing your underwear (which Chris had accidently noted matched your bra that day). He felt his chest tighten and his cheeks grew warm. He felt suffocated, needing to calm and cool himself before you noticed something was wrong. Chris had worked so hard to keep up his sweet persona, hiding how truly disgusting he was from you, and he was not about to let it slip now.

He didn’t know what had come over him 10 minutes prior asking to give you a lift – a sudden wave of confidence. Never before had Chris had the courage to ask you out, not that this was a date, but it counted for something. Maybe it was because you had joined him earlier in the week for the coffee run and he had deluded himself into thinking you wanted him too. Maybe it was because he had noticed you strangely drifting away recently and needed to win you back. Maybe he finally was finally going to make a move…

“You’ve been avoiding me this week” Chris shocked himself when he noticed he was the one who had just spoken.

You shifted anxiously in your seat, “I’ve just gotten myself tired… too much work I guess”.

You looked over to Chris, sending him a smile, hoping that he believed you.

He didn’t.

But the way you looked at him caused him to forget to care.

15 minutes later, he pulled up outside your house after what felt like the shortest car journey of his life. The rain pattered on the windshield as you gathered your belongings and Chris racked his brain for any excuse to come in or to not let you leave the car.

He couldn’t find one.

You bid him goodbye and wished him a safe journey home before running inside to escape the rain. You threw your bags onto the floor as you entered your house, sighing, kicking off your shoes and falling back against the door. You rubbed your face, wondering how much longer you had to suffer like this and what you had to do to get over him.

Your thoughts, however, didn’t last for long as they were cut off by the panic caused by the feel of your coat pocket feeling strangely empty, where your phone once was. You ran over to your bags, rummaging through and finding nothing.

Shit

You knew exactly where it was.

Of course it is

Chris’ car. It must have fallen out. You wanted to scream at the universe for this. No matter what, everything just circled back to him. You were not getting over him anytime soon…

You picked yourself up off the floor and rushed towards your door. He might still be outside you had convinced yourself – you prayed. You were prepared to run out into the rain bare footed, only to be stopped by a figure as you pulled open your front door.

“You, um, left this in my car” He spoke, so quiet it was almost a whisper.

You didn’t realise how badly you needed to see him in that moment. He was like a drug, and you were having withdrawals. Nobody had ever made you feel like this, and it scared you. Your fingers brushed as you took the phone from him, not breaking eye contact once and you were convinced you saw a darkness flash over his eyes. Did he want you too? Did he feel the same? Your brief touch left you needing more, feeling empty without him and all you could think about in that moment was having his soft skin back on yours again.

Your hands had a mind of their own; you felt them reach towards Chris, dropping the phone that brought you two together onto the floor, and pulling him towards you. It didn’t take much, he was already moving you backwards, his hands on your waist and yours on his tie.

You felt him push against you hungrily while a hand snapped round the back of your head to protect it from the wall behind you. His other hand remained on your waist, caging you in and unknowingly keeping you up when you felt like your knees were about to give way.

His kiss was passionate and soft, but you could tell he wasn’t holding back. There was determination in his actions, and you let him. You swallowed your pride and any nagging thoughts in the back of your mind and just let him have you. You just wanted to enjoy the moment you had waited years for.

Only it didn’t last long.

It was over just as quickly as it started.

You felt Chris pull away, running his hand through his hair, aggravated, and muttering a shitty excuse about being sorry or how he shouldn’t have done it. You watched as he backed out of the door you two had conveniently left open and the deafening silence pulled you back to reality; you were abandoned against the wall, frozen in place.

You spent that weekend rearranging your house, putting any furniture you could against the empty wall in hopes to disguise it. Every time you looked over, you couldn’t help but relive your moment together, making you feel nauseous and yet, no matter what, you just couldn’t look way. You eventually decided on a pot plant, one you had found at a market you had dragged yourself to as a distraction. (It hadn’t worked)

The metaphor was ironic – something was growing and it wasn’t your love. You dreaded going back to work. You were used to the tension between you two over the past week but god, this was too much. Maybe you could hand in your two weeks’ notice? Do you think they’d accept two days? You wrote it up and printed it off nonetheless.

Maybe it’s for the best you considered. This could be your way out. He tried it with you, he made it blatantly clear he didn’t want it and you certainly couldn’t face him again after that. If you quit and got a new job elsewhere, maybe you might have a chance of getting over him.

You can’t run away from your problems! You ignored that thought. You weren’t really in the mood for thinking logically today.

You had shown up late to work Monday morning. At least you were there though, it was more than what you expected of yourself. Thankfully no one had picked up on the distance between you and Chris – metaphorically and physically. You were convinced he’d furthered himself from you…

You spat out some lie of coming down with a cold to anyone who questioned your tardiness and to your surprise everyone bought it. Well, so you thought.

“Hey, can I speak to you when you get chance?” you had called out to your boss as she rushed past your desk, mid task.

“If this is about you quitting, then the answer is no” she pinched the bridge of her nose and stopped in her tracks. You two had a great relationship and were extremely close, considering that she was your boss. Your friendship allowed you two to be completely honest and tell each other things exactly how they were; you only realised this was a curse in disguise as she saw straight through you.

“W-what?”

“You left your notice on your desk,” she sighed, and you whipped your head round to your desk, panicked. To your surprise, there sat Chris, adamantly watching the conversation unfold, a sad look glazed over his eyes.

You reminded yourself to laugh about that later.

“If you’re going to quit, can you at least wait and do it at a time when we’re not so busy?” She turned back to her assistant and proceeded to continue their prior conversation, walking off and leaving you frozen in your tracks. You tried calling after her, but you knew that was as far as you were going to get with her. Defeated, you made your way back over to your desk where Chris had decided to finally look away.

If the tension between you two wasn’t obvious to everyone in the office, it sure was now.

He wasn’t sure how he had ended up in this situation again. It was Monday evening, and everyone had left – except him and you. Every time Chris was left alone with you, he struggled to contain himself. The weight on his chest was a constant reminder of how badly he had fucked up at the weekend by letting his impulses take over and as a result, ruined one of the only good things in his life.

“You’re quitting because of me?” Jesus Christ, he needed to learn to stop talking whenever there was an awkward silence. You looked up from your paperwork and glared at him.

What a dick!

“Not everything is about you Chris”.

“You’ve been quiet all day…” he pushed.

“I’m just tired that’s all”.

“You’ve used that excuse before” he smirked at you from across the table.

“Why don’t you just mind your own fucking business?” You stood up, slamming your hands on the table in front of you and hovered over Chris. Silence echoed throughout the room, and you instantly felt a deep pit growing in your stomach.

“Shit! I’m sorry,” you rushed out, looking away. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that”. You were completely oblivious however, to Chris tucking his chair in as close as possible or finding anything he could to cover his crotch after your sudden outburst. Was it wrong for him to want to keep going, to keep pushing you? He knew you felt guilty for your actions, but he saw red and from then on, could only think with his dick...

The guilt, however, overcame you. You knew Chris didn’t deserve for you to shout at him like that and that you were taking your own emotions out on him. He was only teasing you, probably trying to lighten the mood and rid of the heavy tension lingering between you two and you went and ruined it – again!

You couldn’t take it anymore. You reached down to pick up your bag from underneath your desk and began packing away any files you may need.

I’ll finish it at home you thought to yourself. You couldn’t stand to be around Chris anymore and needed to get out before you did anything else you regretted. That was until your thoughts were cut off by the feeling of being harshly spun around until you felt the backs of your thighs hit your desk. You were faced with the man you were trying so hard to avoid, caging you in and giving you a sense of déjà vu to the Friday evening you had spent together three days prior.

“What are you doing?” your voice small.

He had bowed his head and squeezed his eyes shut. “I don’t know” he croaked out. You couldn’t see his face, but you could tell he was fighting with himself, and it pained you to go through this for a second time.

“You don’t want this” you let out in a whisper. His eyes suddenly snapped open, and his head whipped up.

“W-what? No, of course I want this”. He had shrunk his head down to your level and looked you straight in the eye.

He was genuine.

“Why did you run away last time then?”

“I was scared. I thought you didn’t want this”. He broke eye contact and backed away again.

You couldn’t help but smile, “I want this”.

“I want this too” He leant back onto the desk behind you and hesitantly left a peck on the corner of your mouth, feeling him smile against you. His body swallowed yours and you wanted to stay in his warmth forever.

That was until you felt it against your thigh.

You looked down and Chris felt your body shake against him as you giggled; his face flushed when he realised what was going on. He’d gotten distracted from his problem during your sudden confession that he forgot the reason he stopped you from leaving in the first place.

He leant behind you and swiped everything off your desk (a bold move for him), barely giving you chance to argue before pulling you towards him by the waist, spinning you around and pushing you forward, leaving you to catch and hold yourself up on the desk, now in front of you. Your button up shirt hung lose, exposing your shoulder, allowing Chris to pull it down where he began to leave a trail of kisses down your back as he lightly dragged his index finger up your thigh, underneath your mini skirt. You could image him smirking as you let out a gasp and arched your back slightly at his cold touch. “Do you do this to all your girls?” you snarked, breathlessly.

His touched stopped at your sudden comment and Chris spun you back round to face him, picking you up and placing you onto the table.

“What girls?” He asked, a look of confusion spread across his face.

“I don’t know, I just thought… you know,” you hesitated “I saw your wallet.”

“Oh”

You stared at him blankly as he worked up the courage to explain himself. “My friends put it in there as a joke on a night out,” He squinted at you, as if he was scared to see your reaction. “Something about hyping myself up to actually get laid” His voice faded out towards the end of his sentence.

You grabbed his tie, slowly bringing him closer to you. “Have you ever...?”

“Just once” He blushed.

You giggled into his mouth as you pulled him into a kiss. “Cute”

For someone with such little experience, Chris sure knew his way around your mouth. Your little pecks quickly turned into a heated make out where his hands began roaming your body, eventually finding your shirt buttons, and beginning to undo them. His lips followed, making their way down your neck and eventually to your chest. His hands found their way to your breasts, cupping them and causing you to question whether he really was as unexperienced as he said he was…

You watched as Chris’ eye line changed to your cleavage and you couldn’t help but adore how innocent he was, getting distracted so easily, which corrected your previous train of thought. You brought him back to reality by directing his lips back to your chest and you felt a pair of large hands grip your thighs, pulling you forward and causing you to fall backwards as Chris continued his way down your stomach.

The remains of his kisses sent chills throughout your body as they went cold, causing you to seek warmth in Chris, edging closer towards him and placing your legs over his shoulders as his warm breath heated your core. You choked out a gasp as his nose brushed against your clit and he laid soft kisses against the top of your underwear in an attempt to tease you.

‘Your wet…’ he spoke, almost surprised.

‘It’s all you’.

You felt Chris suck in a breath and pause beneath you, you could sense his nerves from above. You grabbed him by his curls, pulling his head up and forcing him to make eye contact with you. You begged him with your eyes before forcing his head back down, granting him permission.

You felt him leave a soft lick down your centre and waited for your protests. He was met with comfortable silence allowing him to repeat the motion, eventually picking up the pace and soon leaving longer strips that caused you to thrust your hips forward, pushing you even closer to him. You felt as he peeled your underwear off of you, letting it dangle around your ankle, and his tongue gently slipped between your folds, licking a few strips before finding your hole and began tongue fucking you. His free hand had moved down to your hip where his thumb reaching down to toy with your clit. Your hands were still in his hair, and you couldn’t help but pull at it, reassuring and guiding him as he began to go down on you. He peeled his last hand away from your waist and was brought it up to your core, feeling your slit before he slowly entered a finger. Your deep groan cause Chris to twitch in his jeans, encouraging him to push it in deeper before pulling out and entering a second. You felt his lips kiss at your nub where he started to lick and kiss. Chris vibrated against you as he let out moans, almost sending you into overdrive and you couldn’t help but grind against him; his thrusts speeding up to match you.

“Cameras” you had managed to make out in between moans as you felt yourself grow closer to finishing, shooting up and disappointingly pushing Chris away. You had suddenly been brought back to reality by your moans echoing in the empty room and you realised where you were. There was a very high chance that you two were going to get caught and as much as you loved this new side of Chris, you knew that even he wasn’t kinky enough to properly do you up against your desk in his place of work. Yes, you had tried to resign from your job only 5 hours prior but now everything seemed to be sorting itself out and you didn’t really want to lose your job this way.

Chris pulled away from you, horror spread across your face and you internally panicked, wondering if you had ruined your one and only chance of being with him like this… He trailed his hands up your hips before picking you up and helping you off of your desk. You both giggled as you wiped his mouth for him and he gave you a reassuring peck on the cheek, as if he could read your mind, before grabbing both your bags and quickly leading you out of the office by the hand.

The silence left Chris in his own thoughts, replaying the events of the last 5 minutes on repeat in his head. You were currently stood side by side with him in the elevator, the slight touch of your arms driving him crazy, and he used everything within him to hold himself back from finishing what he had just begun. He knew that if anyone saw anything, then both your careers would be ruined, but the memory of how you sounded and tasted underneath him was fogging his brain and he found himself struggling to stay focused.

He felt your hand reach into his trouser pocket, placing something inside. It didn’t take Chris long to realise it was your underwear and in return, you felt his hand begin to trail up the inside of your thigh. You bit back a gasp, knowing exactly where this was going and what Chris was trying to do. You felt his fingers play with the hem of your skirt and back to the inside of your leg. You tilted your head slightly to find Chris facing forward, straight faced, as if he wasn’t the one currently with his hands up your skirt. You took note on how he had angled your belongings to cover his actions from the camera in the corner of the elevator and remembered to reward him for it later.

The lift opened after what felt like forever and Chris led you out towards the car park, his hand on the small of your back and further positioning himself behind you as it gradually got lower. He didn’t know what had gotten into him but no matter what, he couldn’t keep his hands off of you. You were a magnet and the connection between you two was so strong, he couldn’t leave you alone. Once you eventually reached his car, he held open the passenger door for you, reminding you how easily he could switch personas and you struggled to believe this was the same man who was between your legs, ready to devour you, just moments prior. Chris threw your belongings onto the backseats in a hurry before rushing into the driver’s seat, removing his jacket, and pushing his sleeves up. He suddenly seemed anxiously frantic, and you would find him adorable if you weren’t pent up.

You gave him little to no time before you were reaching over to him, grabbing his hand, and pulling it underneath your skirt. Your eyes rolled back, your head hitting the seat behind you at the relief the slight touch gave you, “Just do something Chris!”

The way you spoke his name was like his own personal porn, and the sight of you being so needy for him and him only made him weak in the knees, willing to do anything you asked of him. You felt the way he froze in place, shocked by how direct you were; his fingers moving only slightly, hesitant to touch you. You sighed and leant over, grabbing him by the chin and smashing your lips into his to close the gap between you.

You pulled away, “You just had me over a desk and edged me in an elevator, and now you’re too shy to actually touch me?” you giggled against his lips. Obviously, you were exaggerating, but you knew Chris had put on a façade and it was beginning to crack.

‘I don’t want it to be here’.

‘I don’t think I can wait any longer’, you whispered in his ear before beginning to kiss down his neck, sucking slightly and leaving a trail of marks. You were proud of yourself, excited about your female coworkers seeing the mess you made tomorrow and finally being able to claim Chris as yours.

Too in the moment, you failed to notice a hand wrapping around your legs and pulling you into Chris’ lap. Your lack of underwear caused you to gasp as you moved against the bulge in your colleagues’ slacks, also receiving a deep groan from Chris that could’ve made you come undone then and there.

The sound was music to your ears, causing you to repeat the motion and begin grinding on his clothed cock. Chris threw his head back as he let out a string of moans and you proceeding marking him, down his Adams apple to his chest. His hands found your shirt, still partially unbuttoned and loose around you, and reached underneath, pulling your breasts from your bra and toying with them. Eventually, he frantically reached underneath you and pulled down his trousers. Your actions continued but the only fabric separating you now was the thin layer of his boxers. You could feel him. The outline, shape, width… You felt dizzy and didn’t know how much more of you two teasing each other you could take.

‘I need you’ You croaked out. ‘Now!’

He nodded aggressively at you, unable to formulate any words as he reached into his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. You couldn’t help but share a giggle as he took out the item that got you into this mess in the first place.

You struggled to stop yourself from staring as he rolled the condom onto himself and didn’t fail to notice the slight smirk on Chris’ face. You had felt he was big, but you hadn’t expected this and your mind ran with ideas of what you wanted to do to him. You’d have to save that for next time however, because you felt yourself throb at the sight and you needed him inside you ASAP.

You rested your hands on his shoulders, pulling yourself up off Chris’ lap and positioning yourself.

‘Are you sure you’re ok with this’ Chris had asked, nerves lacing his voice, worried you would change your mind last minute. Internally you groaned; you were hovering over his cock, tits and pussy out, practically begging him to take him and he was still worried.

‘Yes yes yes,’ you managed to mumbled out, struggling to speak as you threw your head back at the friction from brushing against his tip. You appreciated him asking for consent and found his nerves adorable, but you were too inpatient to care anymore. ‘Just please… do something’

Your statement lit a flame in Chris, causing him to pull you down and push himself up, meeting you halfway and thrusting into you. The sting hurt so good, and you fell forward, leaning your forehead against his as you tried to adjust to his size.

‘Halfway there’ Chris groaned against your lips, kissing down your jaw as he waited for you to move again.

Picking yourself back up, your hands fell to Chris’ chest as you sank further down. He swallowed a moan as he watched you take all of him where you waited a few moments before moving, rocking against him. You rushed to remove the hand that Chris used to cover his mouth in attempt to muffle his moans, replacing it with your mouth. The kisses were sloppy, your tongues fighting one another but it didn’t matter to you, you just needed him closer to you in any way you could. You picked up the pace, starting to move up and down, and his naïve moans turning you on even more than any of your partners before. His pelvic bone brushed against your clit, causing you to whimper as he matched your actions, thrusting upwards and bouncing you on his cock. Chris reached out to hold your breasts still hanging loosely out of your clothing, not knowing what to do with himself and still aware of his lack of knowledge surrounding the act.

His lips left yours and instead, sucked onto your skin, returning the favour and leaving marks down your chest. You found your hands returning to his hair and you couldn’t help but play with the soft curls hanging down the back of his neck, tugging on them in surprise when Chris’ teeth grazed your nipple. He let his tongue swirl around your areola a few times to tease you before sucking on your nipple and squeezing your other with his free hand. He made sure to swap over, taking even turns on both your tits and you fell back, hands resting behind you on his knees as you grinded forward.

‘I don’t think I can…last…much longer’ Chris coughed out. You watched as mixed emotions flashed across his face, but you had known him long enough to be able to read him like a book. Due to his lack of experience, Chris was annoyed he couldn’t last longer for you, keep you in this moment for longer, see you like this for longer. You felt a grin spread across your face, once again adoring how cute you found him.

‘That’s ok,’ you reassured. ‘Doing so well for me anyway’.

Your hair tickled your back as you tipped your head back in pleasure as he thrusted harder at your praise, and you both began to pick up the pace. Beads of sweat rolled down Chris’ scrunched up face and you had never found him sexier before; the urge to corrupt him only growing stronger.

The sound of your skin slapping together rang in your ears as it echoed throughout the now fogged up car. You were thankful for the empty car park as you were sure the car rocking would give you two away to any passerby. You reached out to hold onto anything around you as you felt yourself growing closer, your hand smearing the condensation against the glass window.

‘I think I’m going to…’ Chris whined out, his head dropping to your shoulder and his large hands returned to your waist.

‘Me too baby’ giving him permission, you cut him off and grabbed onto the headrest behind him as you felt him harshly thrust into you a few more times before tensing up and letting out a loud, deep moan as he climaxed, one causing you to do the same. You continued to ride him through your orgasms before collapsing into his arms, too tired to move.

You pulled him into your apartment, his lips attempting to find yours in the dark as you stumbled around trying to remove each other’s clothes.

‘What the fuck is that?’ Chris had pulled away and you couldn’t help but giggle when you saw his silhouette fighting your new plant. ‘It’s in my spot!’

‘I had to cover it up after our previous rendezvous’ you muttered, guiding him back to your lips in hopes of changing the subject.

You felt Chris frown against you. ‘I’ll be moving that in the morning,’ he spoke in between kisses. ‘I liked having you against that wall’.

‘Oh… Staying the night, are you?

‘I am’ he gave you one last peck on the lips before picking you up bridal style and carrying you towards your room for round 2…

a/n if y’all read this far… i hope you enjoyed :)) Ellie-mai… this is for you pookie bear <3

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Tell Me What You Want

pairing - scott monroe, sam monroe 🍒

summary - sam and scott are twins, both have a crush on you

part 3! of tell me what you want

Monday. Ugh, even though it's summer, Mondays still sucked. You start off your day just like any other.. shower, eat breakfast, and continue your day with whatever. Usually, you'd go see Scott, but.. you couldn't bring yourself to face him after everything you did with Sam. “He's never gonna know.” You think to yourself over and over again. It didn't help much. Just knowing you did all that after making out with Scott was eating you up. This was definitely not something you could just ignore. It's the kind of guilt that would haunt you forever.

You did everything but interact with the Monroe family all day.. all week. It was unusual. Even Chris asked you why you weren't over at their house. You made up the excuse of just being lazy about going over, and of course he believed you since he doesn't really care much. Scott didn't text you. Sam didn't text you. It made you paranoid. What if Sam told Scott what happened and that's why he hasn't texted you? Maybe he hates you now and never wants to see you again.

That's crazy. You're being crazy. No way Sam told Scott. He said it himself! He wouldn't say anything cause he'd end up hating him! That thought comforted you just a little bit. You eventually forget about it for a couple of hours since you kept yourself busy with things around the house. Doing dishes, laundry, cleaning the whole house—but that was until your phone vibrated in your back pocket. You immediately thought of Scott. Maybe he texted.

You pull your phone out from your pocket and look at the notification. It wasn't Scott. It was just a notification from Instagram informing you that someone liked your post. You groan and throw your phone on the couch, so if you got any other notifications, you wouldn't know. It took almost 3 hours to clean the downstairs part of your house. Then 2 for the upstairs. Once you finished you go to your room and take a nap for at least an hour and a half.

It was now the early afternoon when you woke up. Chris had left a note on your desk on top of some food he bought you. “You didn't answer your phone when I texted you if you wanted something to eat so I got you some anyway. I know you're sad, but I don't know why. Whatever it is, don't talk to me about it. Love you though!” Your brother can not be sweet all at once. He always has to throw in some kind of childish joke in there. You still appreciate his act, though.

Next door there was a party going on. It was Mrs. Monroe's birthday, so she invited her and her husband's side of the family to come over and celebrate. You wonder why you weren't invited. You look to your nightstand again to grab your phone but notice it's not there. Ugh, you left it on the couch STUPID BITCH anyways um yeah you get up and quickly retrieve your phone and open it—revealing a bunch of unread messages from a couple of people.

“Aubree sent 4+ messages”

“Ferny sent a reel by ..”

“Lupe sent 5 attachments”

But one specific notification caught your eye.

“2 Messages from Scotty”

You quickly open it and see an image with his moms party invitation. It had the home address, time, and the obvious ‘You're invited to Robin Monroe’s Birthday’ text on the top.

“You should really come over, Angel. I miss you.” Was the text he sent along with the invite. He definitely didn't know what was going on since he added ‘I miss you.’ You wanted to surprise him, so you just left him on read. You hoped he wouldn't see that he was left on read just in case he thought you were ignoring him.

You took another shower and dolled yourself up. You wore a pretty dress that didn't reveal a lot. Your cleavage was sort of showing but that's just how the dress was. You put on a comfortable pair of shoes/heels and went over. The side door that led to the back of the house was open, so you assumed that was the entrance.

You entered and recognized a bunch of their family members. You said hi to some of them, like the boys’ cousins that you got along with, some of their aunts and uncles, and of course the grandparents. You were looking around for Scott. Specifically Scott. You didn't care about Sam. He already told you what you two did was a one time thing, so you already made up your mind about ignoring your feelings for him and allowing yourself to fall for Scott, properly.

Truth be told, Scott knew you were there the second you arrived. He was just nervous to go up to you. You hadn't spoken in a week, so he assumed you were mad but only came over for the sake of his mom. That was until Sam went up to him and talked him into going to you.

“Stop being a bitch, she came for you.” He was definitely high. “You don't know that. What if she only came to wish mom a happy birthday?” Scott replies, his eyes still on you while you talk with his cousins. “Ohh, my God, Scott. If you don't go up to her now, you're gonna come take shots with me.” Sam slurred out a sentence.

“Okay, let's go. Which bott—” Sam rolled his eyes and dragged him by the wrist to you. “Hi, Y/n. Scotty has something to tell you, bye.” Sam said and walked away to go hangout with his other cousins that came over. The girls you hung out with laughed at their cousin for the way that he was so nervous. “Hi, Scotty.” You gave him a warm smile.

“Hi, Angel..” He muttered, blushing. This made the girls tease him by saying “Aww!” in unison. He glared at them, making him giggle and stay quiet after that. “Didn't think you were coming over..” He looked back at you. “You missed me, so why wouldn’t I be here?” You stand up and take his hand. “Come on, let's go catch up.” You tell him, glancing over to the girls who were smiling at you two.

“Why didn't you come over?” He asked while leading you to the very back where only very few people were. You both sat down on a lawn chair, next to each other. “I dunno. There's no reason. I just didn't come over, I guess.” You smiled, using his phrase.

He caught that and it made him smile, looking down at his lap. “I guess, huh?” He replied, to which you nodded. From there, more conversations sprung out. You laughed, gossiped, and a whole bunch of other things. You two eventually got in a group with all his cousins.. which were at least 12 other people. 9 boys, and 3 girls. Sam was there, too, but he was too high to even be awkward with you after what happened.

Everyone played games like uno, musical chairs, truth or dare, cards against humanity—someone even convinced the whole group to play twister. It was super fun. Sam and Scott were the last 2 to go after the last chair in musical chairs. Sam won.. only cause he literally shoved Scott away to the couch so he wouldn't get the chair.

Truth or dare? Jerry, one of the cousins, had to drink 5 shots without stopping. Alicia won 2 rounds of uno in a row. Scott fell on top of you while playing twister. You could probably imagine how cards against humanity went.

It was time to sing happy birthday to Robin. The boys and their dad were next to her while singing happy birthday. Sam had the brilliant idea of shoving his moms face in the cake. Good thing she did it back. Even better that they had a whole extra cake..

Everyone laughed at Sam. Scott was laughing the hardest.. and you could guess what happened. His mom shoved his face in the cake, too. Pictures and videos were taken of everything happening.

The twins went upstairs to clean themselves up while everyone else returned to the living room to continue messing around. The night was great, but it had to come to an end. Little by little, people left, making the group smaller until everyone was gone. Sam was in his room, and you went to Scotts with him. He was babbling to you about a bunch of things, and you listened to it all.

Things went quiet for a little bit. It wasn't awkward, though. You broke the silence eventually. “Scott, there's something I need to ask.” “yeah?”

“Do you still have feelings for me?” You mumbled. What a stupid question. Scott chuckled and shook his head slowly. “Y/n, i'm never gonna get over you whether you like it or not. I'm sorry, it's just.. something about you is so irresistible. But like I said, its okay that you don't like me back. We're friends, and that's all that matters.”

“Well, about that.. I actually do like you. Scott, I've always liked you back. I just wasn't ready for a relationship. But.. I wanna give it a chance now.” You tell him, looking down at the floor. This is big news for Scott. His heartbeat sped up, his palms got a little sweaty.. he felt like a 14 year old, shy kid all over again. “Y/n, this isn't funny. Don't mess with me like that.” He looked you in the eye.

“It's not a joke, Scott. I wanna be your girlfriend.” You hold eye contact. It takes him a couple of seconds to react to what you just said. He was just staring at you before cracking a smile. “Well, okay then. You're my girlfriend now, I guess.”

“I guess so.” You smiled back and held his hand. “Are you really sure, though? You're not just saying this cause you feel bad? Or because you're bored and wanna do something different with your life..” Poor boy.

“Scott, I wanna be your girlfriend because I realized that you're the only guy who actually wanted to stay friends with me after I rejected you. You weren't awkward, you didn't kick me out of your house, your attitude didnt change—you stayed my friend. You're genuinely the sweetest guy I've ever met.”

All of that makes him smile. “Okay, I believe you.”

“Good.” You say quietly, your eyes flickering to his lips. He does the same, except he actually started leaning in for a kiss. You smile a little bit, closing your eyes, and sealing the kiss.

It was sweet and slow. Scott's always been a great kisser. You have to admit it. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, as did his to yours. He sucked on your tongue and bottom lip—along with softly biting it. The kiss got really heated cause you ended up on top of him again. Everything that happened last time happened again, except this time you went a little further.

His door was locked, blinds shut, the room was literally only lit with candles! The orange hue making Scotts face look so pretty. Perfect setting.

You didn't have sex at first—but did everything else. First, you rolled your hips on his clothless cock while your panties were still on so he could get hard. At first, he was being your little submissive bitch. Moaning and whimpering quietly since his brother and parents were home. His pink, plump lips being bitten by his teeth, trying his best to keep quiet. His hand grabbing onto your bare tit.

“So, so pretty, baby. Makin’ me feel so good..” He panted. He was so desperate to cum right now, so he pushed the front of your panties to the side and started thrusting his dick into your clit. Your clit was so puffy and red, it made him feel so good. So good that he had to cover his mouth with his other hand because he was moaning so much. Once he was close to cumming, that whole sub act was over. He grasped your hips tightly and started thrusting harder into you. Moans replaced with Grunts. He was hot when he was needy, but this.. damn.

You came in your panties, but some of that relief went into your clit, making Scott smirk and let out an “Mhm, yeah, angel? came for me already? so wet.” He eventually came all over your clit with a groan. “Lay down.”

The second thing he did was eat you out. He stuffed your own panties into your mouth as a gag to quiet you down. “mhm, mhm.” he mumbled over and over again while he tongue fucked you. He made you cum so quick eith his tongue, but that wasnt the end of it. He used his fingers as well. Needless to say, he was honestly doing a better job than Sam.. but you didn't think about it so much because thinking of his brother in this moment is not okay.

He moaned into your clit while his fingers curled in you. He was being sweet right now. Kissing your clit all over, occasionally sucking on it.. he was so pussy drunk.

Third thing that happened was you sucking his dick. He was in between sub and dom in that moment. Letting out whines but choking you on his cock while his legs shaked. Sucking the tip and stroking the rest really got him cumming quick.

Lastly, he didnt wanna be the last one to cum. So he sat you on his lap again and finally gave in. He stuck his cock in you with your hand covering his mouth because he was whimpering and moaning again. Muffled cries and babbling.

“Mmph—you're so tight.”

“pleasepleaseplease”

“yesyesyes, ride me like that, baby. cum all over my dick, please..”

He lasted 10 minutes before cumming in you. you were okay with that. you'd pick up a plan b or something later on. It was crazy that nobody caught you because Scotts bed was squeaking, and his headboard was softly hitting the wall.

He didn't let you go. He made you stay overnight. “Not letting my girl leave like that after I fucked her..” he smirked into your neck. “gotta take care of my baby.” You never expected him to be so good at this. You didn't even know he wasn't a virgin before this. But, hey, how could you be mad at him? He tried so badly to get over you, so he had to date a couple girls and fuck 2 of them to try and forget about you.. but he couldn't.

Morning rolled in, and Scott was up before you were. When you woke up, he was on his phone, sitting on his gaming chair. “Morning, pretty.” He smiled once he noticed you were up. “Went over to your house to pick up clean clothes and your shower stuff.” What a sweetheart.

You got up, naked.. He took a good look, then looked at your face. “Wanna give me a kiss before you shower?” He asks. You rolled your eyes and did what he suggested, and of course, he had to hold onto your tits while you kissed him.

After your shower, you go down for breakfast with his family. It was actually normal. No one suspected a thing. Not even Sam. They didn't even know you slept over. They thought you just got there really early before anyone else came out of their room.

After breakfast, Scott and you went out to the mall to hang out. You posted a photo of him sipping on some soda with a cutesy song in the background. A lot of your friends replied with things like “finally” or “y/n single era over” and a bunch of dumb stuff like that.

Your date with him went great. It ended with him leaving you at your door and kissing before he let you go for the night.

okay yay we're done with part 3 😜

i wanna thank @lunalitva for giving me the idea of reader letting herself fall for scott. that wasn't the whole idea they gave me, though. the second part of it will be in part 4. 💞

@espinathena-17 @sockiess @gyxah @heartsforanakin @ashisabitgay 🎀

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acowardinmordor · 8 months

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I needed to warm up, so I did not plan, just wrote this, and I'm about to hit post without editing or rereading. This is Steve&Eddie more than its a slash

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It was a week after the rumors made the rounds about Harrington and Hargrove getting into a fight. Eddie would normally assume it was nothing but posting jock bullshit, and ignore it the same way he ignored what he overheard about cheerleaders hooking up with other cheerleader's boyfriends. Except a couple days after the rumors hit a peak, Harrington showed up at school looking like someone beat his face in with a plate.

That made a pretty strong argument for the rumors being true.

The guy avoided his old crowd, and despite his ex and her new boyfriend - if that rumor is true, there was some overlap - trying to include him, he kept away from everyone for the first two days.

Eddie put him out of mind, one less asshole to cause trouble, one less shithead to dodge. Not his problem. Until he found Harrington sitting at his table in the woods the next week. It made sense, sort of. The guy was obviously having a shit time, and like most of the locals that kept Eddie's business afloat, he was looking for a distraction.

Eddie was right, and Harrington bought some weed before asking about getting anything stronger.

"I don't know man, I just wanna like, not be in my body for a while."

"Fair enough, but I don't keep that on me.

Harrington showed up when told to, and bought enough shit that Eddie hesitated before handing it over. He gave the guy a whole speech about not overdosing and ruining Eddie's upstanding reputation. Whether he listened or not wasn't something he could control.

So, the next Monday, when Harrington chased him down, and, as best as Eddie could tell, tried to become his friend, Eddie's first thought was that it was a ploy to get his next massive purchase of drugs on discount.

But Harrington didn't buy again except for a bit of weed. He did stick around. Outright said he wanted to be Eddie's friend. Kept at it through January until Eddie, confused as shit, admitted that yeah, they were friends. Mostly friends at least. There was stuff that Steve wouldn't talk about; his headaches, his nightmares, his tendency to freak the fuck out if the electricity got weird. Maybe it was better to say that Steve was his study partner who he sometimes hung out with. Cause that was the thing, Steve was pushy about Eddie studying.

"You really want to come back for a third run at graduating, man? Fuck that. 85 is gonna be your year, even if I have to bribe the teachers to pull it off"

"Why do you even care Steve? Maybe I want to become a legend of terrible scholarship in this crap town."

Steve never gave a real answer about it, just kept pushing him, hounding him about his homework, and showing up at his trailer every morning to drag Eddie out of bed if he had to. Wayne thought the whole thing was incredible and gave the guy a spare key. Traitor.

They got closer. Eddie finally met the kids Steve babysat. They immediately decided that Eddie was much cooler than Steve, and ragged on him constantly about it. They were close. They were. Fell asleep at each other's places. Spent half their time together.

Close, but not close enough for Eddie to get answers about why the fuck Steve had bruises and burns and scrapes sometimes. Bad ones. No matter how many times he said it, Steve didn't get those because he got distracted while cooking. It drove Eddie crazy sometimes. That was a lie. It drove him crazy all the time. Steve would tell him about how shit his parents were, but wouldn't admit why the fuck he needed stitches at the top of May.

"You did it."

"I think you'll find that you're the one that did it, Steve, I was an unwilling kidnapping victim in your quest to get us both across that stage."

It wasn't graceful, literally or figuratively, but Eddie got his diploma in 1985. Steve gave him what he said was a small part of his grad present from his parents. A thousand dollars. A thousand goddamn dollars. It was enough that Eddie didn't put the dots together right away. A small part, plus Steve's crappy job at the newly opened mall.

It was weird. But Eddie let it go, because Steve was his friend, maybe could have been best friends if the guy would stop pulling back whenever they got too close. He let it go, and he let Steve push him towards the goal of getting the fuck out of that town, and he promised he'd call when he got to Chicago.

It didn't really click for Eddie until he heard about the mall burning down from Wayne, that Steve never promised that he'd call too. The guy was there, and when Eddie called and demanded to know if he was okay, got another partial answer, another dodge, another thing for the list of shit his friend wouldn't talk about.

They fought about it. Loud enough as Eddie shouted into the phone that his neighbor banged on the wall. Maybe Eddie crossed a line. Maybe he crossed it a long while back. He didn't know. Eddie kept calling until September, but on the rare times that Steve answered, it was awkward and curt and terrible. He stopped trying when Wayne told him that Steve never stopped by, or even waved when they crossed paths.

Steve wanted it over, and it was so fucking weird. The guy slammed into Eddie's life out of nowhere, shifted it, changed the course, cause there was no way in hell Eddie would have graduated if it wasn't for Steve forcing him to try. The guy did all that, and nine months later, was gone again. Out of his life.

It was a week after new rumors reached him in February of 86 that a package arrived. His uncle called outside their normal plans, and said it wasn't sure yet, that there wasn't any proof, but Steve was missing, and some of those kids of his said he'd saved their lives. Said that he wasn't going to come back. Wayne didn't really understand what it meant, but passed on a message from those kids that they'd answer when he called.

Eddie got a box a week after finding out that Steve was gone, full of letters. Long, detailed, apologetic letters. The first was dated in December of 84, written after Steve spent a weekend 'out of his body' just like he wanted to be. The promises at the start didn't make sense. Steve said he'd save him. Steve said he'd make sure he got out. The apologies got more complex. Something about keeping Eddie away from friends he'd never make. About being selfish. About keeping secrets and lying when all he really wanted was to tell Eddie everything.

It was so fucking weird.

The last one was dated a couple days before things went bad in Hawkins, longer than all of the others. Monsters and nightmares and death and chance to make it right. Apologies for not doing it better, doing it sooner. For not wanting to risk it, for pushing Eddie away. Promises that Steve would call him as soon as it was over, that he was only writing this just in case. That it wouldn't ever be sent, and he'd burn the whole box after they won. Then he'd drive up and apologize in person, explain it in person, fix it, because Eddie meant more to him that Steve had ever let show, and he wanted to make it right.

At the bottom was a post script.

"Eds, If it doesn't work out, call this number, and ask for Robin. She knows the whole thing. She'll help. So will the kids. I hope you never read this. So I'm sorry if you are."

#my writing #steve and eddie #warmup writing #ficlet

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staytinyville · 4 months

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Stay Alive (37)

BTS poly!ot7 x Reader

Magical Creatures AU

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Warnings: none

A/N NOT BETA. EXCUSE FOR THE NOT UPDATING. It's holiday week so things are a little wild. Tomorrow's update might not be up either. I'll probs have to do it Monday depending on how New Years. Please excuse the wait in advance.

Namjoon’s family didn’t live far from Jin’s. It seemed convenient to find that he too lived inside mountains with large cave systems. You knew in your world it wasn’t common to find this complicated of caves but judging by the way each wall was carved you figured it had more to do because the dragons themselves built them.

“Hello, Namjoon Sunbae!” You both turned to find the five boys from the other day making their way over to you.

They carried bags and certain things with them, looking as though they had been out shopping. It wasn’t far from the Big Hit tower so you assumed they were only out shopping. However, taking a closer look at the bags you noticed they were more gift-like.

“Hey, guys!” Namjoon grinned, bowing politely to the boys as they bent further. “Look at how big you've all gotten! It's been such a long time!” The man laughed, taking in how tall they all were.

You almost giggled thinking about how Namjoon was one of the tallest of his group. He must have felt odd finally seeing someone eye to eye.

“We missed you so much.” The blonde boy began. "We're super excited to have you back. And that you found a mate!” He smiled brightly, bowing his head your way.

“We're trying to get ours to like us.” The spade tailed boy spoke up. “Ow.” He whimpered, moving to rub at his head when the blonde one tsked at him and lightly tapped his head.

“It's nice to formally meet you.” The fox boy greeted quietly. “I am Soobin. This is Yeonjun, Boemgyu, Taehyun, and Kai.” He explained pointing to each of the boys.

“Hello.” You bowed your head. You saw his tail swish behind him softly, making you look up at him. “You're a Kumiho.” You deduced, getting a large smile and blush from the boy.

“I am!” He giggled. “What gave it away?” He turned a bit as his tail wiggled excitedly.

“And you guys?” You asked, turning to the others.

“I'm an imp!” Beomgyu was the first one to speak up, his own tail curling around his body to show off. He shook his head a little, showcasing the horns that sprouted from his forehead.

You didn’t spend much time knowing what imps were, but you knew they had to do with the devil. However, from what you gathered, he didn’t look like Hanseol, who was a demon. So you were a bit confused over it.

“Like demons?” You furrowed your eyebrows, looking over at Namjoon.

“No, no.” Beomgyu told you. “An imp is part devil. Demons are their own things.”

You hummed, nodding your head as you understood the difference. You turned to the brown haired boy who grinned.

“I'm a banshee!” Taehyun spoke up.

You probably would have never gotten that seeing as he was one of the three boys who looked like regular humans. However with the way he spoke you could tell that he had a pair of lungs to him. He demanded people pay attention to him, much like Jimin.

“He's an idol here.” Namjoon told you. “Most idols come from creatures who have voice abilities.”

“Like Jimin?” You looked over at the tall man, curious over the boy who had one of the most amazing voices you had ever heard.

“Jimin was going to be an idol before Hanseol got to him.” Namjoon had a sad smile on his face.

You reached out to grab onto his hand, squeezing in a comforting way. You turned back to the boys when the red head spoke.

“I'm a Phoenix.” Kai said, reaching a hand out as flames engulfed his palm.

“Woah.” You whispered, mesmerized by the flames that licked his hand. Not only did they give off light, but they also sparkled as if they had glitter flying around.

“And I'm a nymph.” Yeonjun, the blonde one, grinned

“A nymph?” You furrowed your eyebrows, looking at him for a moment. “Aren't they like—women?” You softly spoke, trying not to sound offensive.

“Are you assuming my gender?” Yeonjun blinked at you.

“No! No! I'm so sorry.” You suddenly cried, waving your hands around.

“I'm just joking.” Yeonjun grinned, waving you off. “I'm a tree spirit. We have no genders unless we wish to.” He explained.

“You boys are all so adorable.” You giggled. “I love you all already.”

“We'll see you guys later.” Namjoon told them. “I'm going to go visit my family.”

“Of course, Sunbae.” The younger boys all bowed, allowing you and Namjoon to leave as they waved behind you.

Much like Jin’s home, you had to do some hiking to reach the caves of the mountains.

“This is where you live?” You asked, looking up at the sign that had the small village’s name.

The ceiling was high with stalactites and stalagmites everywhere. Different tunnels lead to different things as windows were carved out as well. They look like regular homes to you just in the mountains.

“Most dragons tend to live in mountains. It's where they find the best homes.” Namjoon explained, leading you towards his family home deeper into the earth.

“Where are they?” You asked, looking around as you noticed it was mostly humans who roamed the caves.

They came in all shapes and sizes–even colors. For Namjoon he looked like a normal human. The only thing that made him stand out was the heat from his skin. However in this world it seemed there were lots of people who showcased horns and scales that adorned their bodies.

“Modernizing has brought most of the dragons down to the city. We tend to stay in our human forms because it's convenient.” Namjoon explained.

“Human forms? You're able to turn into a huge dragon?” You smiled brightly, looking up at him in astonishment.

“I am.” He nodded his head with a giggle. “I would love to show you but my skin needs to heal properly first.” He smiled sadly.

“I'm sorry, Joon.” You spoke up, softly grazing the skin of his arm where his wounds were healing.

“It's okay, you brought me home.” He leaned his forehead to touch yours, allowing you to feel dizzy from his heat.

“Dragons are some of the most ancient of creatures in this world. It is said that this world was created from the skin of a large dragon that had come to die here. Each scale that fell from his body created a creature we see.” He began to explain as he looked around the cave some more.

His smile grew and his eyes closed as he heard the sound of some cawing. You quickly took notice of it, looking around to find whatever it was that made that sound. It sounded exactly how you would assume a dinosaur would, but you knew that the creatures to make that sound must have been a dragon.

“How many scales did he have?” You asked Namjoon, turning back to him.

“Enough to create all the creatures that your world considers mythical.” He grinned.

“That sounds amazing.” You softly told him.

He leaned down to give you a quick kiss, making you smile. “Come on, my parents are waiting.”

He led you down a couple of more tunnels before ending at a door. It was attached to the rock in the mountains and had windows like all the other homes. Before Namjoon could think about knocking, the door swung open and bodies pushed forward into the man.

You quickly let go of his hand as he fell down to the floor, a chirp falling from his lips. You began to laugh and giggle at the sounds that were coming from the pile, finding it cute how the dragons seem to remind you of cats.

“Hello.” You turned to find a woman who reminded you exactly of Namjoon, understanding who it was.

“Hello.” You bowed your head in greeting, smiling at her. “I am (Y/N).” You introduced yourself, realizing that Namjoon was not going to be let go anytime soon.

“Yes. Namjoon told me about you.” Tears began to well in her eyes as she pulled you into a hug.

You gasped quietly, but quickly fell into her arms as her own heat made you feel calm much like Namjoon’s did.

“Thank you for bringing my son back.” She quietly cried into your shoulder.

You pressed your lips together, feeling tears well in your own eyes. You realized this was how things were going to be with each one of the boys. You could only imagine how rough their families had to have it.

Once they got all their hugs and cries out, Namjoon stood up allowing him the time to look over at your beaming expression. He started to smile as well, coming to your side and pulling you into him.

“Everyone. This is my mate. (Y/N).” He explained. You bowed your head, smiling as his family began to coo at you.

They asked you questions–most of which regarded the fact that you were human. But they didn’t make you feel out of place. They made you feel at home. As someone who came from their world. You were glad they were understanding. You wouldn’t know what you would do if they didn’t accept your life with Namjoon and the boys.

Once things settled down and the family went about cleaning up from Dinner, Namjoon took you around their cave home. He took you to his old room–as Jin had–looking over different things that he had left behind.

Your eyes went wide at the pile of gold and jewels sitting in a corner, looking over at him with a teasing expression.

“This is my horde.” He chuckled, falling face first into it.

“Your horde!?” You giggled, allowing him to pull you on top of him.

“Yeah.” He chuckled, moving a hand behind his head as he got comfortable.

He didn’t bother to move off the uncomfortable pile, making himself feel right at home on it. He did keep you on his chest though, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. When you felt his breathing turn slow, you looked up at him, thinking he was asleep. But instead you found him with a frown on his face and tears welling at his lash line.

“Namjoon, are you okay?” You quietly asked, leaning up to look at him.

“There will never be a time I won't hate Hanseol for what he did. I can't deny that the past 10 years were taken wrongfully from me.” Namjoon swallowed thickly. “It's a terrible story but it's still mine.” He softly said, looking down at you. “Ours.” He added, moving to brush his fingers along your cheek.

“I love you.” He said. “Thank you for what you did.”

You felt your heart stop for a moment, a smile over taking your lips as you felt so much love swell in your chest. You felt it when you were with Jin the other day. A feeling you would only ever get to feel with them.

You leaned up to press your lips to his. “I love you too, Namjoon.”

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lightvixxen · 2 years

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You have kids?!

Fluffy innocent act blurb

Not exactly a pt3 but I hope this holds yall over til the weekend <3

Summary: reader finds out Eddie has 2 kids after their mom drops them off.

Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, swearing, mentioned smoking but no smoking.

Taglist: @thefreakofhawkins86 @yaspillz @eiriancrow @eddiemuns0nl0ver @stunnababy2212 @strangerthings1983fan @fieldofsecretss @3rriberri

The clock read 8 am, and Eddie was rudely awakened to the sound of someone banging their first against his door. He groaned rolling over, looking at you, smiling to himself. You looked so beautiful, splayed out in his bed, in his shirt as sunlight streamed in through the curtains. The moment however did not last long as the banging got louder.

“Fucking hell-” he mumbled walking to the door in nothing but sweatpants. “Alright, alright! I fuckin heard ya!” he yelled at the door, yanking it open. Only to be met with the sight of his baby mama and his twins saying “daddy!”, then he realized that today was Saturday, and his weekend. “Edward.” Eddie rolled his eyes, “don't know why you insist on calling me that, you barely know me.” the kid’s rushed him, holding onto his legs “oh no! I'm being attacked by cute gremlins!” They laughed at his fake screaming, as he pulled two giggling messes into his arms “you two miss daddy?” he asked, hugging them tightly.

The two kids nodded, they both looked like a smaller version of Eddie himself. Curly brown hair and adorable brown puppy eyes. Of course, the moment was ruined by the witch that gave birth to them. “Remember, their bedtime is at right, and nothing too sugary. They have school on Monday” Eddie rolled his eyes once again “fucks sake, I'm their dad, not a babysitter, your rules don't apply at my house.” their mother scoffed “whatever, also, can you drop them off at school Monday? I won't be available.” Eddie put the kids down, ushering them to go play. “of course, you won't be, you never are.” with that, he slammed the door in her face.

After turning away from the door, he saw two brown-haired masses running back towards him. “Daddy! Our room is still locked!” his daughter- Aurora, told him, his son Ozzy, full name Oswald, Eddie despises it though, trailed after her. “Sorry Pumpkin! Daddy forgot it was the weekend, didn't have a chance to unlock it last night.”

Eddie made his way back to his room, quietly entering and grabbing his keys, trying his best not to disturb you. Before slipping out and unlocking the twin’s bedroom. “Alright, you little monsters, play while I make some pancakes.”

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You awoke to the smell of pancake batter and tiny voices giggling, you moaned, rolling over in Eddie's bed, realizing it was 9:15 am. “Shit! Wait... it's the weekend.” slowly, and groggily you pushed yourself out of the warm bed. Settling to slip on some pajama shorts under Eddie's shirt and calling it a day. As you walk out, you see a room that is never open whenever you're over, wide open filled with toys and childish decorations.

“Hey, Eds! Why is...” you stop in your tracks, seeing two little kids, the spitting Images of Eddie sitting at his dining room table, same mop of brown hair, and big brown eyes staring back at you. “Morning sweetheart, hum, these are my Kids...” He points to what you assume to be the boy of the two, dressed in a dinosaur shirt and shorts “that's Oswald or Ozzy as I like to call him, and Aurora.” he points to the little girl, She’s in an adorable floral dress.

Everything clicks for you at once. “You have kids?!?!” you almost yell, your Eddie? The one who smokes every night, and cusses like a sailor is a father! Eddie nods “yeah, they're twins and five years old, I only have them every other weekend so you never had the chance to meet them.”

Before you could reply, Aurora is hopping down from her seat and running up to you. “Your the girl Daddy talk about all the time aren’t you! You’re really pretty” She beams at you, and you feel your heart fucking melt, she was absolutely adorable, Eddie on the other hand was horrified. “You little snitch! You pinky promised you wouldn’t say anything if you met her!” He ran up, scooping her into his arms. Laughter erupted from her as he picked her up. “Awe you talk about me?!” you gushed, “Nope! Don't believe anything these monsters say! They're liars!” he joked, putting Aurora back into her seat.

Ozzy gasped at the accusation from his father. “Nuh-uh! Only sissy is! I didn't say anything!” Ozzy leaned backward “Sissy didn't lie about how pretty she is though! Way prettier than mommy!” both you and Eddie laughed at this, a little boy saying, someone else is prettier than his mom, that's priceless! “Oh, I am so telling her you said that Oz!” Eddie said in between laughs, “But your right she is prettier than your mom.” He looked at you with admiration. “Now…who wants to go to family video and annoy Uncle stevie while we pick out a movie?” Both of the kids chime in with “me’s!”. It was going to be a fun weekend.

#eddie munson #eddie x female reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size reader #eddie deserved better #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie #dilf!eddie #dilf!eddie munson #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson blurb #innocent act #lightvixxens eddie

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Storytime: My traumatic pregnancies and why abortion access is also a mental health issue. (Part one.)

(TW: Miscarriage, Pregnancy complications, PPA/PPD, Blood)

"What happened, didn't you take care of yourself?"

That was what an elder female coworker said to me the day I returned to the office after my miscarriage.

In November 2011, I was 15 weeks along in my first pregnancy when I woke up to blood on the mattress. Having never been pregnant before, I genuinely didn't know what it meant; I'd heard that bleeding during pregnancy happened sometimes, and the worst I allowed myself to contemplate was a scenario that put me on bed rest for the remainder of the nine months. Fearing what the doctor would say, I called my older sister first to basically beg her for reassurance that there a chance that I––and by extension, the baby––was fine. Obviously, she had no answers, so I got a hold of my in-laws to take me to the OB/GYN for an emergency visit since my husband was still teaching at the school.

The technician was very quiet during the ultrasound. We're talking no eye contact. I had to ask if there was a heartbeat.

"No. There's no heartbeat."

She said nothing else. Just wiped off the gel, moved the box of tissues next to my table, and left. My mother in-law gathered me up into her arms, and I wept while we waited for my doctor to reiterate what the ultrasound had already proven. When my OB/GYN doctor of two years finally showed up, she sat across from me with a sympathetic look on her face and said, "I'm so sorry, Jennifer."

I paused in my sobbing to croak, "My name is Venessa."

"What?" She glanced down at her file. "Oh, I'm sorry, they gave me the wrong file! Excuse me..." And then she was gone, too.

It was a Friday, and as there was no chance of getting me in for a D&C until Monday, I was sent home and blandly informed that I might experience "some intense cramping" and should therefore have some Ibuprofen on hand. On the way out the door, my in-laws told my husband what I didn't have the voice to say over the phone, so he found a last-minute sub and met all of us at a Mexican restaurant where his parents treated us to Wheaton's best fajitas and sangria in hopes of easing the pain we were in. (I later found out he excused himself from class to cry by himself in the teacher's bathroom.)

Foolishly did I assume the worst was over and that all that lay ahead of me was some period cramping. It was 1AM when I woke up with pain like I was being impaled through my lower midsection.

I remember crawling on all fours to the phone and dialing the emergency number to my OB's office. Several prompts later, I finally got a human, a nurse who asked me what I was feeling.

"They said cramping," I said through gritted teeth. "This isn't normal. I feel like I'm dying--"

"You've just miscarried. You were far enough along that this may feel more like an early labor than a period."

"What??" I gasped. "What do I do? Can I come in? I can't even stand up..."

"It doesn't pay to come into urgent care for this," he said mechanically. "There's not really anything we can do for you. Just take another ibuprofen and it should run its course."

My breath vacated my lungs. "Right... Okay... Thank you..."

I hung up and crawled back to my bed room, grabbing my husband's arm and scaring the daylights out of him when he opened his eyes to find me on the floor. He scrambled out of bed and lifted me up, walking me out to the living room as I cried. I nearly dragged him down with me when another contraction lanced me through the gut and my legs gave out.

I couldn't sit and I couldn't stand, so he brought me over to the CD player, put on Michael Bublé, and let me lean all my weight into him as we rocked in place––a sort of tragic slow dance punctuated by waves of agony 5 minutes apart. He helped me to the bathroom several times over the next five hours as my body violently expelled all the evidence that I'd ever been pregnant, like I was trapped in an endless Sam Raimi movie.

Finally, just before the sun rose, my body calmed enough for us to go back to bed. When Monday came, they told me the D&C was unnecessary. An ultrasound showed my uterus was empty.

A clean canvas. Like nothing had ever happened.

Except I'd started painting the nursery. The room beside my bedroom had been cleared of my drafting table and art supplies to make room for a new little person I'd never had a chance to know. I walked around my house like a ghost for several days while I recovered and grieved, always winding up in this room and never remembering how I got there, punishing myself with shame-driven thoughts about having caused it because the fact was, I was so scared to be pregnant.

I wondered, Had I willed this? From the moment the second purple stripe showed up on the pee stick, I grappled with terror of having a difficult labor and delivery, of not being tall enough to house a growing baby without destroying my body, of handing down the generational trauma that had made so many of my family members succumb to addiction, codependency, depression, and other psychological maladies. I knew this baby would also mean leaving my job because it involved so much traveling. My world would be completely upended, and while this was what I wanted and had chosen, it was also a leap into the unknown that put everything in my life at risk, above all, my life itself.

Prior to my miscarriage, I'd had an abnormal ultrasound––abnormal in that the fetus was smaller than it should have been at the time the ultrasound was taken. My doctor reassured me it wasn't something to worry about in a tone that seemed to convey this was a common occurrence, so I tried not to dwell on it. Of course, I now understand that this was the first sign that, genetically, the baby would not make it to term.

Society told me my fears were selfish considerations. And for this reason, despite all the evidence in that very first ultrasound that told me this was not a typical pregnancy, I shamed and blamed myself for losing it. I internalized the chilly regard of the technicians and the doctor's kid glove treatment of me as evidence that all this trauma was on me. And when I came back to work, all the words of comfort from other women around me who had also miscarried, among them one of my supervisors, got drowned out as soon as one ignorant woman accused me of not taking care of myself.

Looking back on that experience in the wake of losing Roe v. Wade, I've considered what a court would say today about what happened to me. Would they side with the person at my workplace, confiscate the journals where I poured out my worries as evidence that I had in fact stunted my own pregnancy somehow?

I also marvel at how lucky I was to have a caring spouse and supportive family members in a moment where all my healthcare resources abandoned me to face a traumatic labor and delivery in my own bathroom. I've given birth to two children since then, and though neither of those labors were as painful as my miscarriage was, those experiences solidified the decision that, were I to get pregnant a fourth time, I would abort it.

But that's another story.

[Part Two coming soon.]

#roe v wade #miscarriage #tw miscarriage #tw blood #tw pregnancy

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onyxmilk · 10 months

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Aki Hayakawa x f!Reader; "What Almost Was."

notes; ahhhh kiiiinda based off a roleplay i have w a friend!!! fem!reader was 110% based off my oc, Annamaria :) tw; manga spoilers, pregnancy, death, mentions of vomiting, passing out, hospital mentioned, hmu if i missed anything!! wc; 1.5k

"What Do you mean you're pregnant?" Aki had asked, “It means what I said, Aki…” [YourName] said nervously as she rubbed her elbow. “That’s impossible, we’ve been careful- you know we’ve been careful. We cannot handle a child.” Aki spoke pinching the bridge of his nose, [YourName]’s weight shifted to her other leg. She knew this would be the out come of her announcement to her boyfriend.

Pain burned throughout the woman’s body when Aki mentioned going for a walk, she knew deep down he wouldn’t be returning for the night. So, in defeat, [YourName] nodded her head and headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner. [YourName] and Aki had been dating for about a year and a half, and she knew this baby was something the two could not handle- but she knew she couldn’t just break Japan’s no abortion law. She simply hoped she would see Aki the following monday at work.

[YourName] ate dinner, watched some TV, did some paper work, then headed to bed. She tossed and turned for hours, she felt restless without the satisfaction of knowing her boyfriend had made it home safely. Not even a call from Denji or Power that night, [YourName] was quite worried. Eventually she began drifting off to sleep, a protective hand over her stomach.

Ring, Ring

The phone rang throughout the apartment and groggily, [YourName] got up and answered the phone. “Hello?” She asked tiredly, rubbing one of her eyes as an attempt to rub the sleepy away. “[YourName]! [YourName]!” A mix of Denji and Power yelled into the mic of the corded phone, “Whaaaat?” The woman whined in return.

“Top Knot told us the news! This is great! Does that mean we’re going to see even more of you?” Power asked, [YourName] just smiled and shook her head, “If he wants that, then yes.” the pregnant woman replied. Cheers from both Denji and Power were heard making [YourName]’s smile a little bigger.

“Well, baby and I want more sleep, night.” [YourName] said, before the two could protest [YourName] ended the phone call. Tiredly, the woman shuffled back to bed just to naturally wake up via morning sickness about an hour later. This is how she spent her weekend, either sleeping, vomiting, or eating. She never heard anything out of Aki, much to her disappointment.

Monday rolled around and as [YourName] entered the building, she saw Aki and Co. waiting near the elevator. “Aki!” [YourName] said, catching his attention quickly. Once over to the trio, [YourName] smacked Aki’s arm “I only heard from your residence once this entire weekend, if you wanted to break up, you could have called!” [YourName] spoke, assuming the worse.

“B-Break up?!” Power and Denji stuttered out, the elevator opened and Aki pushed his housemates into the elevator and pressed the floor where Makima’s office was before exiting. He waited until the doors to close before speaking to his girlfriend, “I don’t want to end things, (NickName).” Aki said making [YourName] immediately relax.

“I meant to call yesterday, but it was grocery day and Denji got his foot stuck in the toilet thanks to some stupid dare Power told him to do. It was too chaotic of a day.” Aki explained, gently taking [YourName]’s hand and kissing her knuckles. Despite this being the minimum PDA Aki does, it still makes [YourName]’s stomach do flips.

“O-Oh..” [YourName] says, “I thought about it, obviously, and I want to be in the baby’s life..” Aki said softly. [YourName] looks up in shock, processing the words her boyfriend said to her before she nodded “I’d love that, Aki.” [YoueName] replied. [YourName] gently squeezes Aki’s hand three times, quietly telling him she loved him, before the two departed for the day.

Knock knock knock knock.

[YourName] groaned, slowly opening her eyes. Of course it was a dream. She looked over at her alarm clock to check the current hour, ‘12:09 A.M.’ it read. She sighed, wondering who the hell needed her at this hour.

The woman threw her covers off of her, shuffling tiredly to the front door of her apartment. She opened the door, expecting to see no one and it was some kids playing ding dong ditch. God, she wished that was the case.

Instead, she opened the door to find a dirty Power holding Meowy and a bloodied Denji. “Woah!” [YourName] spoke immediately waking up fully, she ushered the two inside and set them down on the couch. Once the door shut, Power set Meowy down and [YourName] made the two some tea before tending to Denji’s cuts and bruises.

“What in the world happened?!” [YourName] asks, cleaning up Denji as best as she could. Power looked over to Denji and Denji looked over to Power. Uncharacteristically both teared up before looking down at their laps, “Aki is dead, [YourName].” Denji said.

At first, [YourName] thought it was some joke, so she put her hand on her hip and gave the two a look (which would later be called the ‘mom look’.). Then it hit [YourName] like a ton a bricks, these two were not kidding, “Wha-What?!” she stuttered how. “How the FUCK?!” [YourName] asks, dropping the cotton ball she had in her hand.

Denji would proceed to be honest with [YourName] guiltily explaining how he had to take out Aki. [YourName] blinked before trying to walk to the kitchen, only to stumble. Things began to blur together as tears escaped [YourName]’s eyes. She clung to the back of her couch, each step felt heavier and heavier before it became dark.

She’d wake up a few hours later, in a hospital. [YourName] groaned as she slowly woke up, placing a hand over her eyes to shield herself from the brightness, but no mistake she was in a hospital. She knew a hospital smell.

Denji perked up from his seat, allowing Power to slumber through this. “[YourName]!” Denji said, “Wha..” [YourName] mumbled out before looking over to the voice that had called her name. “What happened?” [YourName] asks groggily, Denji signed “You passed out after I told you what happened.” the teenager mentioned.

Everything drew to a blank, “What?” [YourName] asks “What did you tell me?” she then asked. Denji was hesitant, scared that [YourName] would pass out again if he told her what happened. So, he waited until she got some water and food in her system before explaining that Aki had sadly died.

[YourName] looked down at her shaking hands once the news was dropped on her a second time, after moments of silence, [YourName] screamed out making Power wake up and nurses rush in. [YourName] trashed around childishly “He isn’t dead! You’re lying!” she repeated multiple times- but all would come to an end when a nurse had done a few breathing exercises with her.

“You have another life to think about now, you can’t go screaming and crying. You’ll upset the baby.” The nurse joked before exiting the room. “What?” Power and Denji both said at the same time, two pairs of eyes glued to [YourName] once more. [YourName] teared up before looking away from the two beside her.

“Y-Yes.” Is all [YourName] spoke, “Holy shit.” was all Denji managed to say. It was now almost four in the morning, “I-I need a walk.” he said swallowing thickly before taking his leave. [YourName] simply allowed him, looking down at her hands before looking back up at Power. “Humans typically congratulate each other when it comes to successful intercourse, correct?” Power asks but before [YourName] could reply, Power spoke “Congratulations.” Power said with a thumbs up.

[YourName]’s first congrats would be from the blood fiend, who would also die within the next twenty-four hours.

Power tragically died not even a full two days later due to Makima. [YourName] went into hiding separately from Denji and Kobeni. After the take down of Makima, [YourName] was nearly seven months along and had accidentally broken contact with Denji.

That’s why, when Denji had knocked on [YourName]’s door, he nearly shit bricks when she had a pregnant stomach. “Holy-“ Denji said before he remembered who was with him, “[YourName], I need your help, I don’t know how to raise a child!” Denji said cutting to the chase.

Finally, [YourName] looks down just to see a young girl with Makima’s piercing eyes. “I-I don’t know either, Denji!” [YourName] argued back, “I’m literally reading parental books!” she mentioned. Denji groaned, “F-Fine! Also, uhm, Aki’s lease is up and we need a place to stay..” the seventeen-year old mentioned.

“You’re so damn lucky you have a kid with you…” [YourName] mutters, moving out the way and allowing both mysterious child and Denji into the apartment. [YourName] learned the child’s name was Nayuta and as she child watched some cartoons, Denji explained the situation. Nayuta was Makima reincarnated and if he didn’t play his cards right, we could have another Makima on his hands.

[YourName] sighed, “Fine, but you’re gonna pull your weight. Both of you are going to school, a-and you’re gonna learn how to change diapers too.” she said setting the ground rules. “Yes ma’am.” Denji spoke, saluting toward the woman.

Just a few months later [YourName] would welcome a healthy baby girl into the world that Denji was protecting through his Chainsaw Man persona. “Akira… Akira Hayakawa..” [YourName] whispered softly, giving her daughter the honor of being named after her late father both first and last name wise.

#chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #anime x reader #x reader

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changenbirthenstein · 6 months

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Passing Grade

(TRANSFORMATION WARNING: Girl into Mermaid)

“What do you mean FAILING?!” I exclaimed, astonished.

If I was honest with myself, science had never really been my best topic. It had always seemed really cool, I’d WANTED to be good at it, but… even though I felt like I understood a lot of the classwork, I just couldn’t seem to do well on a single test, only getting a D at the highest.

Something always seemed odd with my papers, though. I could SWEAR I was getting the answers correct, but they always proved to be wildly off the mark, with no real explanation ever being given as to why it was wrong, or how I could have done better. I did well enough on in-class labs, but for some reason anything I had to turn in got totally panned.

I would have run it passed my classmates, but… well, I was somewhat isolated from most of my peers. I think it was because of my passion for studying aquatic life. There was so much fascinating life, in lakes and oceans, more than we had ever seen. So vastly different from everything that we knew on land, their experiences must be so different we couldn’t even hope to understand them.

But if I started talking about my interests, (and I didn’t have many beyond that…)I started getting excitable, talking too quickly for anyone to understand, I’d start getting flushed and breathless, and… everyone always starts laughing at me. So I stopped trying, stopped making the effort to make friends, immersing myself in my interests.

It was at times like this I regretted accepting my isolation. I couldn’t accept this grade, it would ruin everything. So I went to my teacher. Asked her what the problem was, if there was some way I could make up the grade. A smile so eager and vindictive met me that I was certain that I hadn’t failed for any honest reason, and this woman was entirely certain nobody would care if I told on them.

But what could I do? Just let myself fail? Even if I told my parents, or even the cops, they don’t have the power to change my grade. So, that weekend, I was in a sterile lab, naked and shivering, as all manner of unknown substances were injected into me, as my science teacher muttered incessantly. I could only assume it was her native language or something, whatever it was it definitely wasn’t English.

After it was over, I asked what, exactly, I was supposed to do. “Just let it all work its magic.” was the reply I got. “I’ll know if it worked by the end of the week. I’ll have those grades fixed for you by the time you come in Monday.”

Over the next week, I began to feel ill. Everything felt… wrong. At some point every part of me ached or felt out of sorts, and I began to get a strange, bloated feeling deep inside. That Friday, I began to get cramps, like I was having my period but… worse. Much worse.

I sat in science, biting my lip to stay silent as the pressure mounted and the squeezing, gripping pains mounted. Within minutes the woman who had forced me to help with her experiment had ordered quiet reading time, and called me out into the hall. Without a word, the science teacher gripped my arm, marching me through the school toward the pools.

Swimming season hadn’t begun, but there was always the chance some random people could walk through, as the pools were often used as shortcuts. Tugging me into the locker rooms, the wild-eyed scientist told me to strip, pulling out a two-piece bikini and helping me change into it.

It wouldn’t be the last time I felt exposed, humiliated, alarmed, or even the last time I would undergo an unexpected change before the day was over.

The cramps were getting so bad that I could barely stand when they came, and I could feel something pressing down impossibly hard. “It’s ok, all according to plan…” the manipulative scientist murmured soothingly, or at least in a manner she thought was soothing. Helping me stagger along as I panted, sweat running down my face, we neared the edge of the water.

Just before I reached the strangely inviting liquid, I let out a pained cry, another crushing pain overwhelming me. I felt something inside me give way, and suddenly a thick green goo began to run from between my legs, soaking my bikini and dripping down my thighs as I let out an agonized moan.

“What’s happening to me? I f-feel something…. Inside…” I begged, desperate to know what was going on, confused and scared as a bitter, salty scent began to permeate the air, the gooey substance oozing from my gender the source. “It’s… well, I didn’t want to upset you, but…” the woman who did this to me paused, taking a breath and gathering her thoughts as she started to help me into the pool.

“It’s… eggs. If I did this properly, if everything is working… You should have been gestating fish eggs. Or, well… a fish-like creature. It’s really quite fascinating, and knowing you I knew you would be thrilled to help, I just had to-“ “Ohhh there’s so much pressure!” I cried, as another contraction held me tight.

My cheeks burned with humiliation, tears welling in my eyes as I felt the need to bear down mounting. That explanation… all of this… I was pregnant. Even if my belly wasn’t very big, there was life inside me. I was here, in a bikini, about to give birth, with only this terrible woman to help. And worse, I was laying fish eggs. This was so much worse than I ever could have imagined, so much more shameful. I felt like I’d been sexually assaulted, my ability to create life being twisted to do something so abnormal, to give the gift of life to a bunch of animal babies.

I hung from the edge of the pool, resting in the shallow end, the water helping me feel lighter, making the contractions easier to deal with, even if they weren’t any less painful. “Just do what comes natural… you’re a girl, you were made to do this. And it’s not even like they’re proper babies… just eggs.” I opened my mouth to offer a scathing, bitter reply, only to let out a terrified cry as the first of my unwanted, inhuman children began to be born.

“It’s ok, just let them come… there’s nothing you can do to stop it now…” the deranged science teacher soothingly murmured, rubbing my back as my belly spasmed, the pressure within me spiking and the sensation of something pressing down on my cervix intensified. “I don’t want to do this, it huuurts!” I sobbed, the intensity of the sensations making this all the worse.

My teacher ignored that, instead telling me the one thing I wanted to hear least in the world. “Push. Push your babies out, come on, you can do it mommy…” Uttering another defeated groan, I held tight to the sides of the pool and bore down reflexively, opening my legs wide and feeling the first slimy egg slipping down my birth canal.

As it moved, a strange energy began to course through me. I’d felt it before, but nowhere close to this degree. “Something’s wrong! It… Nnngh… It’s my l-legs they’re… ahn!” “Shhh, don’t focus on that…” the treacherous woman cooed, continuing to run fingers along my spine. “The eggs. They need to be laid, for you AND for me. Everything else is secondary to that…”

I wanted more than anything to defy my teacher’s wishes, but the contractions wouldn’t stop, and my instincts left no room for argument. I felt my swollen feminine lips starting to bulge, the soft, goo-coated egg resting just behind my opening. My toes were curling, my legs were cramping, my knees and thighs burned and throbbed fiercely.

It was getting harder to hold my legs open, like somehow I couldn’t quite bend them as far as I used to be able to. My skin was burning and itching, and I could swear it looked like an odd rash was starting to appear beneath the water, spreading slowly over my flesh.

Then, once more, it was time to focus on laying the fish eggs that my professor had tricked me into gestating. I whimpered, feeling the lips of my girlhood bulging further, before slowly, painfully opening around the sticky, slimy membrane that made up my unwanted child’s shell.

My sensitive gender was sliding along my swim bottom, the sensation tingling up into my life-filled womb. It was a small pleasure in a world that felt tainted in every other way.

I could feel the fabric straining against my emerging offspring, pushing it back in as I stopped to rest. I had been so overwhelmed by my waters breaking, the sensations of labor and birth, I had completely forgotten to remove my bottoms. My cheeks burned as I realized I was going to lay this awful egg right into my clothing. But even as that sensation assaulted me, I was once more aware of the terrible wrongness coursing through my form, especially from the waist down.

My legs kept drifting closer together, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t force them apart. My feet were throbbing, cramping, my toes feeling like they weren’t just curling but… almost folding into my feet.

It was time to push, as the squeezing pain in my womb told me. I threw my head back, giving my all to getting this fish egg OUT of me. It was only the first of many, I could already feel the next one trying to squeeze through my cervix, but the one crowning was my main focus.

It slid forward as I struggled, my bottoms pressing further away from my body, the egg just firm enough to tug at the non-elastic fabric. And then… It was out. More greenish goo spurted from my sex and floated into the water, and my teacher hurriedly tugged at the string holding my bikini bottom in place, letting the egg float free as my clothes fell away, leaving me embarrassingly exposed.

“Hey, I wanted those, I don’t want anyone to see me…” I began, before realizing I was being ignored. The woman who tricked me into this was staring into the water, eyes latched on the small, luminescent ovum floating through the pool. Tears swam in her eyes. “I’ve done it… I’ve really done it… A real mermaid egg… I brought them back…”

“Wait…” I replied, stunned. “A mermaid? Like from the fairytales and stuff? That’s UNGH! Oh god the n-next one… nnnmmmph…” I went back to pushing, everything from my belly down pulsing with intense pain. Whatever was happening to my legs was getting worse, the weird rash looked like it was slowly spreading, and even my teenage slit was throbbing, feeling off. I tried to spread my toes as I pushed this time, hoping it would reduce the tight ache in my feet, but found I couldn’t. Indeed, they just seemed to curl tighter, become harder to move.

“Yes… a mermaid, just like the ones you’re thinking of. You’re not just carrying fish eggs dear, I’m using your body to form the eggs of human and fish DNA combined in a blend of science and something a touch less concrete. Just a dash of magic. I know, it’s hard to believe, but what else could have provided such perfect, flawless results?!”

This didn’t feel perfect and flawless. In fact, the more I thought about it… I looked down again, gasping in air after my latest birthing pain. That rash… the fact my legs were drifting closer together… And, now that I was looking down… my vagina. I could see it more easily that I should have been able to. Like it was shifting, moving up. I reached a hand down to my thigh, and gasped in horror.

I could feel them, under my flesh. The reason for the bizarre pattern appearing. Scales, resting just under my skin. And as once more I began to push, I could feel them pressing forward, starting to cut through their way out, little barely noticeable trails of crimson drifting from the wounds that formed as the textured coating at last started to make itself visible.

“No… nono, I’m a human girl, I don’t want this… please, do something, I don’t want to be a mermaid!” Panic built in my chest. I had to push again, but as I gave in to my feminine instincts I could feel the sensations within my legs intensifying. Pushing the mer-folk eggs from my body was causing the transformation to progress, but… there was no resisting, no denying my labor.

At this rate, I would be fully transformed in a matter of minutes.

“Help, please, I’m changing it huuurts…” I pleaded, feeling the next egg bulging as my vagina continued dragging along my body, gradually slipping forward and up. “You… oh my… you are, aren’t you?” my teacher asked excitedly, gently touching my trembling thighs as I struggled to pull them apart. “The magic part of the injections must be tampering with your DNA, making you a better host for them… Oh this is positively WONDERFUL!”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “N-no! It’s not wonderful, it’s horrible and I don’t want it and OHHH IT HUUURTS!!!” Another labor cramp, another instinctual push, and even as I tried to open my legs wide, they continued inching closer together, until at last they touched.

Immediately, the muscles began to spasm and burn, unbearable cramps racing through my legs as intense heat flared where the skin was touching. The malicious woman let out an excited gasp as she saw what was happening as I trembled at the terrible sensation. “I can hardly believe it… you’re going to become… oh my word… This is fantastic!”

As the manipulative educator excitedly noted my changes in a notebook withdrawn from a pocket, tears welled up in my eyes, escaping as I endured the awful sensations of my forced birth mingling with my changes. My thighs pressed harder against one another, fusing painfully as my toes curled impossibly hard, my feet flaring up as they started to shrink away.

Meanwhile, my feminine lips throbbed as the next egg came to a full crown. I could feel my girlhood sliding along my body, twitching and pulsing as it changed form. I looked down as my clit started to ache fiercely. My gender was losing definition as it moved, my labia thinning, and my sensitive nub flaring up as it shrank away. I threw my head back, screaming as my molten bead flared, my nerves letting out potent distress signals before dissolving into nothing, my poor pleasure button vanishing entirely.

I looked down once more to see that my formerly human gender had become a nearly invisible slit on the front of my groin, only visible because it was bulging forward slightly, another egg ready to begin crowning. As I struggled to process such an intimate part of me having disappeared, my vagina having become a fish-like cloaca, the rest of my body continued to eagerly take on its new form without slowing.

I once more had to push, more scales pressing from my skin as my teacher “oooh”-d and “ahhh”-d my condition. I could feel my bones straining, buckling, snapping and then dissolving away as my feet continued to shrink and fold upon themselves, my lower legs fusing as well. My feminine opening had become so much smaller, and pushing out the mer-folk eggs was much more difficult that it had been moments ago. I had to arch my back, holding the sides of the pool tight in order to open myself wider, now unable to spread my legs to help my labor along.

Little green plates were covering most of what used to be my legs, now looking more like an almost shapeless mass below my waist. Around my aching slit were softer, lighter colored scales, almost like it was my underbelly or something. With a final terrible stab of pain the remains of my feet finished withdrawing into my tail, and the last few gaps filled out with searing heat.

I could feel it now. I was so close to being done. The knowledge terrified me. Somehow, I knew once the changes finished… that was it. There was no going back. I would be a mermaid for the rest of my life, never to walk or run or open myself for a cute boy or… I sobbed, wanting the pain to end, but knowing once it did my fate would be sealed.

Another potent contraction forced me to throw my head back, crying out as I pushed, another strange egg popping from my new gender ax two terrible points of pressure blossomed into existence. Deep down, I knew what it was. Scales covered my tail, my vagina had been changed into a cloacha, there was only one more detail I could think of that I was missing.

I bore down, shamefully giving in to my instincts, rewarded with another squishy object starting to crown, and the feeling of my tailfin starting to push out. I looked down, seeing the thin substance unfurling like some sort of sped-up footage of a flower. The nerves flared to life inside my fin as it spread open, swishing gracefully through the water as I reflexively began to hold myself in place with graceful swishing of my new inhuman limb.

It was over. I could feel it. I had a tail now, something so many little girls had longed for, that I had longed for, wanting to swim with the fish I had always been so passionate about. I would spend the rest of my life like this, a freak of nature, only able to exist in the water. I was thankful that I at least could still breathe, and that the chlorine in the pool wasn’t toxic to me like it was to a lot of other fish.

I was still dripping with sweat, now a bit thicker and stickier than it used to be, coating my skin slightly as another gripping cramp raced through me. I may have finished becoming a mermaid, but there were still eggs in my tainted womb that needed pushing out.

Then, the bell rang. Panic flared through the terrible woman’s eyes, and she quickly began scooping up eggs and my disgusting amniotic fluid, snapping some pictures on her phone and inching toward the door. “Wh… ngh… where are you going?! You can’t l-leave me here like thIIISSS OHHH!” I once more had to give into the need to give birth, but could still hear the manipulative fiend utter a hurried “yes, well… you know… you are a MARVEL of science, but… I didn’t realize the time, and I didn’t expect you to change like this… I simply couldn’t bring you with me, too much noise, too clumsy… Don’t worry, people use this place as a shortcut all the time. Someone will find you, I’m sure. I… uhm… I just have to… go…”

With that, I heard running steps, and the door closing. I bellowed in effort and defeat, as I heard more footsteps from the other side.

They came in as another egg crowned. Everyone recognized me, and then they saw my new horrible tail, saw the child I was trying to deliver, the green liquid seeping from my laboring slit. I was babbling in a shamed panic, begging someone to get help, to get these eggs out, to somehow bring my legs back. Then, only to please, please look away as I arched my tail, sobbing that they not watch as, slowly, painfully, my inhuman gender parted with another soft fish egg.

I felt the need to keep going, the contractions overlapping as the last internal changes cemented themselves within me. I spasmed as the ovum popped out of my feminine opening, only to feel another already opening me. And another. And another. End to end, a stream of newborn mer-people streaming from my corrupted, genetically altered womb as all of my former classmates watched. Some frozen in shock, others laughing and jeering, some seemingly jealous, and a few squirming, clearly excited at what was unfolding before them.

Before any teachers showed up, hundreds of students were gathered around, watching their formerly human classmate laying egg after egg and begging for help.

My life as a human was over. I was a freak, my dreams ruined, with no idea how I was even going to live from here on, let alone how I could be happy.

#transformation #tf #egg laying #girl ti mermaid

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dazaiandhislovelybandages · 1 year

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𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 {𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘰 𝘚𝘢𝘯𝘰}

A/n: OKAY THIS IS IMPORTANT BEFORE YOU GO ON READING THIS. I am not romanticising depression, these are just the words that I want to hear whenever I am in a state like this so yes. There is nothing romantic about this situation. I know it will suck and to be clear I don't even know why I am writing it to begin with. Also requests are open

Trigger Warnings: depression, crying, mentions of food

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Pairings: Shinichiro x reader

Even though you couldn’t quite recall when your last depressive episode had ended, a new one came and it wasn’t long before everyone in the house understood what was happening. Hopefully, Emma at least, thought that you were just tired because of your job. Mikey, on the other hand, thought that Shinichiro was the one at fault. Obviously you told him that that wasn’t the case but the boy didn’t seem to change his mind. The grandpa was the only one who actually asked you directly about what was wrong and you did your best to explain the situation.

Shinichiro though… Shinichiro seemed to be a completely different case.

When the depressive episode began, you did your best to just hide it from everyone even though your plan eventually failed miserably. Slowly but steadily everyone began picking up the hints: you barely left your and Shinichiro’s room, you barely talked, barely smiled and slept like a dog.

Shinichiro never asked what was wrong though. You still don’t know whether his grandpa had actually told him anything or not but up until the day you actually talked to him about your depression, he didn’t say a thing.

You had taken the day off that Thursday after your boss had decided to close the shop for a few days due to a trip he was going to make. Usually, when depressive episodes would occur, you would lock yourself in your room and just stare at the ceiling, sleep or cry. That time however, you didn't want to be left alone and you didn't know why.

So slowly you got dressed and headed over to Shinichiro’s shop.

“Did I forget something?!’ His eyes widened when he saw you and he almost fell off his stool after trying to stand up to greet you. You only shook your head in response.

“Can I sit here?”

“Of course!”

See, Shinichiro was perfect but he was terribly oblivious and stupid. So when you actually sat down next to him, he thought you wanted his help with carrying groceries.

“Do you see any groceries?”

“No, but I assume you want to… buy them first?”

“Just keep working.” You rolled your eyes and leaned back against the wall. For a split second you doubted your decision of going there but even after thinking of leaving it seemed as if you had spent your leftover energy in going out.

“You know… I can wait, for as long as you need.”

“Where did that come from?”

“I can tell you’re not well. You ate exactly seven bites of the breakfast Emma made which to be precise is your favourite, you slept fourteen hours yesterday and on Monday you locked yourself in the bathroom at exactly four in the morning and when you came out your eyes were bloodshot red as if you had been crying.” You just stayed there, staring at him, not knowing what to respond. “You can talk to me about it, you know?”

“I know. But I am not sure I am ready.”

“I told you I can wait, angel.” Shinichiro smiled at you and opened his arms. Hesitantly you moved a little closer and placed your head in the crook of his neck the moment he wrapped his arms around you.

And you hated yourself even more at that very moment. To be honest you couldn’t even remember what had triggered you into going into that depressive episode to begin with. All you knew was that you hadn’t gone out of it yet and that you were tired.

“Tell me, does duty call?”

“Mmm?”

“Sanzu wanted to play with Mikey so I’ll be taking him to Takeomi’s house later this evening. I was planning on staying there until it’s time to leave but do you need me?”

“You don’t have to cancel your plans Shin.”

“But I am willing to, if you… if you want me there.”

“No, go. I asked your grandpa to tell me more scary stories.” You finally wrapped your hands around his waist and smiled when he pulled you even closer.

“Inspiration?”

“Boredom.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am okay.”

“Is that what you tell yourself?”

“I suppose.”

You don’t know what brought tears to your eyes that moment but after much thinking you figured out it was the realisation that you were in fact not okay and the fact that you hadn’t been hugged by another person at a time like this like ever. Nonetheless you couldn’t avoid the fact that your sobbing slightly quickly turned into you shaking while crying in his arms that somehow remained wrapped around you during the entire thing in an oddly comforting way.

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Stay.

Izuku x reader oneshot

{ I was listening to the song "Stay" by tkl and I can play it so many times help 💀. But I came up with this little drabble <3}

| A little bit of angst but a fluffy ending<3 |

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Izuku knew what grief was. He knows what depression is and what it can do to a person. He knows what it's like to be treated like dirt. He also knows what it's like to need someone.

He told himself once he got in UA he was going to be a changed person. He told himself he can get stronger and become the number one hero.

But the one thing he couldn't get a full grip on no matter how hard he tried was his emotions. He knew he couldn't change the fact he's an emotional wreck sometimes and he hates how it hasn't changed yet.

Why couldn't he be like the other students at UA? Let alone the ones in his class? He often compared himself to others and it didn't help him one bit. He told himself to keep getting stronger.

Just keep getting stronger. Keep pushing yourself.

His positive affirmations soon turned to toxic ones with unreachable standards. Why couldn't he just simply reach them? They were right in front of him and he couldn't grab ahold of it!

"Stupid Deku. You'll never be the number one hero!"

Just a quirkless wannabe.

Izuku sighed and practically slammed the pen down on his desk. The dorm room was eerily quiet but his mind was echoing thousands of words he couldn't handle. Was he going to have another breakdown over something so small?

"Hah... Maybe I am the 'crybaby.'" He remembers some of his classmates calling him that. Only as a "joke" of course. And he wanted to believe it. Oh, how he wished he wasn't so sensitive to some words. It never really got to him like this before. Sure, it may have stung a little but never had it actually taken him to this stage. Not for a while.

Before his thoughts could torture him any longer there was a soft knock on his door. Izuku was forced out of his overthinking and grudgingly got out of his seat with tired eyes. He didn't expect anyone to come knocking on his door out of all the people in the class this late.

To his surprise he was glad to see the person standing there. For a split second the voices in his head seemed to quiet down. You were in front of him and slowly glancing at his figure. You immediately noticed the bags under his eyes and his hair, which you always wanted to run your hands through, in a mess. More than usual.

"Hey, izu... do you think I can come in? I'm sorry for suddenly barging in here so late it's just-"

Izuku started to stare at you more intently. His gaze seemed far, not paying attention to what you were saying. The nickname you gave him since childhood always did something to his heart. Despite all the times he's heard it. He thought something was wrong with him.

"Izu..? You there? Damn can you answer the door while sleeping with your eyes open?" You looked like you were genuinely questioning if he was awake or not and he had to shake his head, quickly welcoming you in with a nervous chuckle.

"N-no! Heh, of course I'm not asleep... yet!" The open notes on his table only confirmed you were right about the gut feeling he was still up. It looked like a mess but you didn't mind.

"I'm sorry but why did you say you were here again? Did something happen? OH NO DID I FORGET TO GIVE YOU THE NOTES FOR THE ASSIGNMENT -"

"Izuku! Calm down! That assignment isn't due until Friday no need to panic just yet. It's only Monday after all..." You knew izuku could ramble. A lot. But if you trusted your gut feeling again it felt a little... off. First the exhaustion his face held when he first answered the door and now this?

"Well if I'm being honest. I just came to see you because I couldn't sleep very well. Based on everything from your desk I'm assuming you couldn't either..?"

Your question left the male with slightly wide eyes and a flustered smile. "Uhm... yea I guess I couldn't really get... comfortable..?" He realized how stupid he probably sounded and sighed for the 100th time that night.

"Hm... you know if something ever happens though I'm here to help, right? No matter what it is."

It was quiet for what felt like hours. In reality it was only a couple seconds but izuku had to pause and slowly look up at you again. Did you know what was happening to him? He knew your quirk and it wasn't any mind reading by what he could tell.

Then again this always happened. Even when you were kids. You knew him best just like bakugou. He sometimes hates it. Sometimes.

He lightly snorted and looked back at the ground. "Is it that obvious again?"

You nodded knowing he wasn't looking but he embraced the action even so. "What's wrong? I won't push you into telling me... even though I practically stormed in here-"

You realized your actions and felt the guilt start to creep in. You often sneaked into izuku's business or mental health to see if he was okay. Boundaries was just another thing you needed to work on despite him always saying it was alright.

"Oh no! Don't worry about that! I'm honestly glad you came because... maybe I have been possibly.... overthinking..?"

And that's where your thoughts of guilt were thrown out the door and he knew it. Your deep sigh and the way you looked at him spoke that you knew you were right. You were most likely always right when it came to him. You knew him and practically all his flaws.

It almost drove him to a breakdown once again. Right there on the spot. You always knew how to help him and how to cheer him up and he always felt like he was using you for it. Using your light and joy for himself and stealing it from you. He tries not to ask for your help a lot but it gets difficult when you're always next to his side. Beaming that smile he adored since he was just a child. He always found it unique. Like a diamond in a stack of needles. He couldn't get enough of you.

And this time he didn't hate it.

Without thinking izuku launched himself at you and wrapped his arms around your figure. Slowly caving in to your affection that was always waiting for him in times like this.

"M' sorry... I can't be ... strong enough i-"

"Izuku. You're strong enough for anything and I know that for a fact. You are enough and you're doing so great. You know that? Don't doubt yourself... Please."

Your hand was brought up to his hair in a comforting motion, leaving him to softly cry on your shoulder.

"It's okay, zuku... We'll get through this together okay?" You lifted his head up gently and looked him directly into his puffy but beautiful green eyes. You always admired them. You found yourself staring at him in class when he wasn't looking just to catch a glimpse of how they shined despite doing loads of paperwork.

"It's okay to cry. We all do it. It's normal." You chuckled a bit, staring at how he sniffled and squeezed you slightly closer.

"Y/n.."

Izuku took a deep breath in and thought about what he was going to say before letting it out.

"Thank you... I can't express how much I need you. Just to be here in this room is enough for me if I'm being honest.."

His hands flinched ever so slightly before he continued.

"... I love you so much."

Your small giggles brought life to his heart. The voices in his head were only yours now and what you had just said. No longer the ones that tortured him but your comforting words and your appearance alone.

"I was waiting for you to say that, you big dummy."

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galaxies-can-collide · 11 months

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You are the new girl

Pt. 1

Summary: Y/N is new in town and comes across two beautiful boys that both spark and interest in her. Which boy will she choose....

Warnings: Just some cute stuff, romance, 18+ still to come

Word Count: 2.7k words (tbf this whole story is over 10k words)

Author Note: I am new to this whole thing, and this is my first post, so be gentle. But also let me know your thoughts and if you want more? I have written so much of this but am always willing to make changes.

You were new to the outer banks, having moved down only two days ago with your dad. It was just you and him, your mom walked out on the two of you when you were 8 and she never looked back. You did not mind it being just the two of you, he did everything for you, to make sure you had everything you wanted, or at least what he could afford to give you. Your dad was a contract Architect working on a new build upon Tannyhill. He had told me that Mr. Cameron wanted a new pool house where he would put all his boating and scuba equipment. Must be nice to have that kind of money at your reach, you lived a very different life, you and your dad just getting by so when he got this job opportunity he could not pass it up. As for the reason that we had to relocate was because we lived too far away for my dad to have to drive down every day and Mr. Cameron insisted on us living in his second house just off the side of Tannyhill. You were not too happy on the fact that he was up and relocating your whole life for a 1 year contract work but you couldn’t fight him because we really needed the money. You moved the Friday and spent the whole weekend getting your house sorted for your dad and you while he went to the Cameron’s to discuss the plans for the future pool house, you spent majority of the weekend unpacking boxes and getting everything in order. The house thankfully already had furniture so it was just a matter of unpacking all the little trinkets and things to make it feel a bit more like home, leaving your clothing boxes for last as you knew that was a mountain to climb on its own.

You had just turned 18 and had made some really great friends in your old school and to have to leave them in your last year of school really put your dad in your bad books and he knew that so he did everything to make your stay great, although it did not turn out too well for him as he was always busy at the Cameron’s, early mornings and late nights and you barely saw him. You moved In the summer so you still had time before school started which you were absolutely dreading being the new kid. You had got to explore a bit during the few days off and you had come to learn that the island was split in two parts, the rich and the poor and even though you would not consider yourself rich you were staying on the ‘kook’ side of the island, much to your dismay as you had come to learn that they were not nice people. You had never met one of the kooks but from what you heard they were snobs who knew they had money and did not care to show it.

The Monday before school started you had decided to go for a stroll down to the docks and came across a group of teens that looked about your age, from the way they were dressed you assumed they were pogues, the poorer side, as they say. You went and introduced yourself in the hopes they went to the same school and were nice, it would be nice to at least know a few people at school so that you were not completely alone.

You walked up to them and shyly introduced yourself, “Hi I’m Y/N”, you said and they all looked up a little shocked but soon their sheepish faces turned to smiles as they all introduced themselves. The first was a curly, brown haired girl, “Hi Y/N, lovely to meet you I am Kiara” you smiled and shook her hand the next one who looked a little more put together than the rest was a blonde haired girl, “Hiya, I am Sarah”, you smiled back to her, the next to say hello were two boys almost simultaneously saying “Hello” they soon introduced themselves as John B and Pope. They all seemed lovely, except there was one boy that had not yet said anything, to be fair I do not think he had noticed you coming up to them as he was distracted with something else.

He would soon draw his attention to you, his eyes glistened a little in the sun and you noticed his beautiful blonde hair and his piercing blue eyes looking directly at you, you smiled as he scanned you up and down, his eyes lingering a little too long on your figure, making you blush a little. You were becoming more aware that the shorts you were wearing were very short and the small shirt covering your boobs was a little to see through, you swiftly crossed your arms across your chest causing the blonde haired boy to blush as he realised he had been staring and you had noticed. He got up from where he as sitting and made his way over to you as he got to you he said so smoothly “Well you must be new here because I would have noticed someone as breath-taking as you walking around her, hi I’m JJ. And it is my pleasure to meet you”, you could not help but blush and let a small smile creep up to your lips and you said a shy “Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N” back to him.

After all the introductions were done, noticing that JJ had been taking small stares at you thinking you were noticing, Kiara had asked you if you were new to town as she nor the others had seen you around at all. You went on to say, “ I actually moved here around 4 days ago with my Dad, he is an architect and he is currently contracting for some guy named Ward Cameron, we had to relocate cause it was too far for my dad to drive everyday so Ward was nice enough to offer us a place to stay while my dad got to work”, Sarah’s mouth was almost agape but with a hint of a smile, she almost exploded out and said “Oh my God, no fucking way, so you must be the girl staying in our old house” You were a bit confused at first then starting putting the pieces together, your dad had mentioned Ward had 3 kids, a daughter your age, a son a year older and another daughter a few years younger you could not quite remember their names, but you now gathered Sarah was the daughter your age. She immediately ran over and gave you a big hug and continued saying “We are going to be such good friends, well me, you and the pogues”

You all got to talking and found out you would all be going to the same school, all apart from Sarah who was in a more expensive school, one that we could not afford, but I was okay with that as you knew you would have the rest of the pogues. They filled you in on how Sarah was dating John B and no longer really considered herself a Kook as she got along more with the pogues, during your whole exchanging of stories with the pogues you kept noticing JJ’s wondering eye that constantly gravitated toward you but you obviously also had a wondering eye as you and him would make constant eye contact and both smile sheepishly and look away while you blushed bright red.

As it got later, you knew it was time to go home, as your dads rules were when the sun goes down and the street lights come on you need to be home, he was unaware of the area and did not want you wondering around alone at night. You said bye to the gang and assured them you would see them the next day at school, Sarah offered to walk with you as you two were staying on the same plot of land, which was nice of her and it gave you time to get to know her and maybe find out more about JJ. But almost poetically just as you were walking away JJ ran up to you and Sarah and grabbed your wrist to make you face him. You were shocked at first as was Sarah but were curious to hear what he has to say, “Hey, uhm, I was uhm wondering if you would like to go for a ride tomorrow after school, I know a really cool spot for a picnic If you would like, get to know the area and me a little more. I mean if that is something you want?”, you could tell he was nervous in asking you from the way he was rubbing the back of his head and frantically searching your eyes for any sign of an answer. He seemed to loosen up a little when he saw you smile and nod your head along with a “Yes, JJ, I would love nothing more than that, after school yea?” he nodded in response and you turned and walked away with Sarah giggling by your side. Your short walk home was filled with little conversations about the area and her relationship with John B and her ex Topper and her brother Rafe. As we got to the fork of the road, one leading to Tannyhill and one to the house I was staying in, I was about to say bye when she invited me over for dinner to meet her family. You felt bad to say no as you did want to meet her family especially as they were giving you some place to stay so you agreed and she shot a big smile across her face and dragged your hand towards the house.

As you got closer you realised just how big the house was and just how much money the Cameron’s must have, you were taken back and at a loss for words, it was almost as if she read your mind as you got to the front door as she piped up and said “I know, it is a lot to take in, a bit much if you ask me but that is Ward Cameron for you”

You walked in with her as she introduced you to Rose her stepmother, and Wheezie her younger sister who were both in the kitchen cooking up a storm, you introduced yourself and they were both happy to have you over, Sarah then dragged you upstairs to her dads office where she introduced you to her dad, “Hey Dad, this is Y/N, she is Y/D/N daughter, I invited her over for dinner, I hope that is alright?”, he got up from the desk he was sitting at and walked over to you, he carried himself with wealth and pride and you kind of admired him for the life he has built for himself and his family. He reached his hand out to shake yours and you complied, “Hi Y/N, I am Ward, lovely to meet you. Your dad is a very talented man and I think he will do wonders here”, “Thank you, he is pretty great”, you replied. He continued “Also, of course it is fine that you stay for dinner, next time bring your old man up here too” you simply nodded as Sarah dragged you out of his office and downstairs.

But there was a different plan for you, as you exited Ward’s office, you had bumped hard into the chest of a very tall man, as you looked up you stared into these piercing blue eyes and a slight smirk that crossed his face.

The tall man grabbed your elbows as to stop you from falling over, you immediately started apologising for not looking where you were going. “I am so sorry, I really need to watch where I am going”, you half hated yourself for being so clumsy, he hushed you in the softest voice, “Don’t worry about it gorgeous, you can bump into me anytime” he said with a wink. Sarah then stepped in and I soon realised that this must be Rafe, her brother, although a warning on how handsome this man was would have been nice. “Rafe, back up off her man” Sarah said and you were kind of angry that she did and you wanted to be up close to him and smell his cologne.

“Also, stop flirting, you have a girlfriend”, she continued. Your face instantly dropped at the thought of his girlfriend, not that you had a chance anyway. Rafe seemed to have noticed this sudden shift in your demeanour and that intrigued him, although he was taken he had never seen someone so perfect and so soft in his life. It made him want to know everything about her, and where she came from and why she was here which is weird as he had spoken but a mere word to her.

“This is Y/N, her dad is building the new pool house. I would appreciate if you did not corrupt her as she is staying on the property.” Sarah interrupted the longing look between the two of you, noticing that Rafe’s hand was still holding your elbow, which did not go unnoticed by you either, but you could not bring yourself to pull away.

But after Sarah made that statement he retracted his hand and moved slightly back “You know Sarah, this might come as a shock but not ever girl I meet, I want to fuck. I am taken, remember” Rafe stated harshly, and he cursed himself for saying those words because there was something about you that he could not quite put his finger on but he wanted more. Sarah scoffed and pulled you with her, but just as she walked away Rafe mumbled just loud enough for you to hear, “God, she is so fucking beautiful” as he muttered these words he had caught on that you heard and he blushed at the thought. He winked at you as you were being pulled away and you knew that this would not be your last encounter with Rafe Cameron.

Rafe’s POV:

He has just gotten off the phone with his girlfriend, surprise, surprise another fight, he was so sick of the arguments and fights. Quite frankly he did not love her anymore, he hadn’t for a while now and he knew he had to end it. He wanted to chat to his dad and see if he could give him any advice on what to do. As he exited his room and made his way to his dads office Sarah had walked out, but he hadn’t noticed the girl following closely behind her. She had bumped right into his chest and he grabbed her elbows to steady her so that she did not fall over, although when he looked down to see who it was he was taken back by her absolute beauty, he had never seen someone so beautiful and he did not know what to say. He was mesmerised, he wanted to know who this was. He noticed her long blonde hair, that seemed to have lighter streaks all over, but looked natural. He noticed her beautiful green/blue eyes. He was hooked on her smell, let alone her looks.

After I had finished taking in every inch of her she started apologising, I said to her “Don’t worry about it gorgeous, you can bump into me anytime” and saw a shy smile creep on her lips, probably the most breath-taking smile you have ever seen. Sarah obviously stuck her nose in it and ruined it and said I had a girlfriend, unaware of the fact that we were basically on waters edge. At the mention of a girlfriend her face dropped and I was intrigued, did she feel the same way about me as I did her. But my brain is too slow for my stupid mouth and I said some cocky line that I instantly regretted. I found out her name was Y/N, the most gorgeous name, and that she was staying on the property. This was the best news.

Sarah pulled her away and I mumbled under my breath unable to keep it to myself and she heard me and I was part glad that she did so that she was aware and with that I winked at her and she was gone. I had a feeling that this would not be my last encounter with her, I really hoped it wasn’t

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