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vioartemis · 6 months

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Two's company, three's a crowd

(Tara Carpenter x fem! reader || Sam Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: surprise I guess? 👀 Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 Warnings: (+18), smut, dom! Sam (daddy kink), dom! Tara (mommy kink) (NOT AT THE SAME TIME), sub! reader, fingering, cunnilingus, praises (?), degradation, strap on (lmk if I forgot something), lil bit of angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

You were sitting on the couch at Tara and Sam’s apartment, the youngest Carpenter beside you. The Babadook was playing on the tv in front of you.

Tara had invited you over for a movie night, so naturally you accepted.

Half an hour into the movie, her real intentions were given away when her lips went to your neck.

“T-Tara… we agreed not to do that again…”

“I know… But please, just one last time… I miss hearing you moan my name, I miss feeling you clench around my fingers…” the brunette whispered in your ear, knowing the effect her words had on you

“Tara-”

You tried to deny her, but her kisses on your neck were driving you crazy already. You had told yourself you wouldn’t give in anymore, but she always managed to convince you.

The main reason that pushed you to deny her was your crush on her, and the fact that she only saw you as a friend. Friends with benefits, nothing more.

As you didn’t seem to push her away, Tara took it as a sign of consent. Her hands sneaked under your shirt, fingers lingering over your skin, while her lips were leaving wet kisses on your neck.

Her hand slipped in your pants, in your underwear.

“I haven’t even touched you yet, and you’re already so wet… And you say you don’t want it?”

Tara removed her hand from your underwear and took off your clothes quickly, not wanting to waste anymore time. She got on her knees on the floor, putting your legs over her shoulders, licking a long strip on your center, eliciting a moan from you. Moan that gets louder as two of her fingers enter you.

She thrust her fingers inside of you at an already fast and rough pace. It was like she was trying to make you cum as fast as possible. You hated that, and you hated it was working so well.

You could feel her smirk against you as her lips wrapped around your clit. As your hand went in her hair to keep her in place, your eyes me for she was looking at you, knowing you were close.

She added a third finger and sucked harshly on your sensitive bud, making you harsh your back as you came around her fingers, screaming her name in ecstasy. She pulled out, and put her fingers in her mouth, licking them clean.

“So how was that? Do you regret letting me fuck you?”

Before you could answer, you heard the apartment door opening. You quickly put your underwear and pants back on before Sam could see anything, cheeks red in embarrassment.

“Hey Sam!” Tara said, a smirk still on her face, as she went in the bathroom to grab a tissue to wipe your cum off her chin

Sam walked up to you, looking at her sister as she passed next to her, before her gaze fell on you.

“I thought you said-”

“I know, I know… I tried, but she can be really convincing when she-”

“I don’t need to know that” she interrupts you “But Y/n, you can’t just keep doing that if you don’t want to…”

“I-it’s not that I don’t want to… I just…”

You looked down, embarrassed.

“Hey…” Sam sat beside you and rubbed your back “I know it’s hard, but you must move on… for your own well-being. And for that, you need to set clear boundaries”

You knew she was right, but it was just so hard to think Tara would never see you as more than a friend she can have sex with whenever she wanted.

But then there was Sam. Sam who had been here for you ever since you told her about the situation, after she caught you crying. Sam who comforted you, hugged you, whipped your tears away when you needed it. Sam who you had feelings for as well.

You hated yourself for that, having feelings for both Carpenter sisters.

Tara didn’t know you had feelings for her, but Sam knew. What would she think of you if you told her you liked her as well? That you didn’t know what you wanted, probably.

And that was true, you were lost. For a long time, you thought Tara was the one you loved, but then you got to know Sam more, spend more time with her. And your feelings evolved, and here you were, confused.

In other circumstances you would have suggested a poly relationship, but they were sisters so that would just be weird.

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A few weeks after this, you had managed to deny Tara more firmly. You hoped she understood, and wouldn't try anything again, because you were moving on and forgetting about your feelings for her.

This night, Tara was at Mindy and Chad's, working on some papers for college. They had offered you to join them, but you had preferred saying yes to a party Anika invited you to.

You had told her about your feelings for both Tara and Sam when you still had feelings for the youngest Carpenter, and she wisely told you "Two's company, three's a crowd". You believed you could use some more time with her; maybe it'll help you get out of this shitty situation.

And so you did; you spent more time with Anika, and you two became the best of friends.

"C’mon, it’s gonna be funnn!" she had told you when you were hesitating to go to the party

And she was right. It was fun.

"Hey, Y/n... maybe you should slow down on the drinks..." the brunette said as she saw you chug down your 7th drink. Or was it 8th? She had lost count.

"I'm finee don't worry about me" you reassured her

"Yeahhh, of course"

She did not believe you and took a few steps back to make a call.

"Sam, can you come and pick up Y/n? She's..." she turned to look at you "... drunk af"

Sam sighed, and fifteen minutes later she was looking for Anika and you. You both were at the bar, Anika holding all drinks away from you while you tried to have 'a last one'.

"No, Y/n, you said that three drinks ago. It's for your own good- Sam! Can you take her away from here, please?"

As soon as you heard Sam's name, your head snapped towards her.

"Hi Sammie!" you said, giving her a tight hug

"Y/n/n, we're gonna go home, okay?"

You were about to protest, but the way she ran her fingers through your hair made you look up to her. And the sight you had of her in that position... her looking down at you, hand in your hair, with those dark eyes...

"... Okay..."

They were both surprised you agreed so quickly, but went with it without complaining.

"Good g- decision" Sam said, kissing your forehead "I'll take good care of her" she then reassured Anika

If you weren't drunk, maybe you would've noticed the little pause in her sentence.

"Thank you again, Sam. See you both later!"

Sam and you waved goodbye to Anika, as the oldest Carpenter led you back to her car an arm around your waist to ensure you wouldn't fall.

She then helped you sit in the car, before taking place herself and starting the engine. She started driving home, looking at you every so often to make sure you were okay.

"Why did you drink so much?" she asked after a moment

"Thought it might solve the problem"

"What problem? The whole situation with Tara?"

"The whole situation with..." you waved your hand in a circular motion towards her "... both of you"

Sam raised an eyebrow, confused.

"What?"

"Oh, y'know... cause I have feelings for you but it's weird cause I told you I liked your sister and now I tell you I like you but you're going to think I don't know what I want or that I'm just trying to hook up with everyone but-"

"You have feelings for me...?"

"Yeah..."

Sam stopped the car in a deserted parking lot and looked at you.

"Do you really mean it? Or is it just the alcohol speaking?"

Even drunk, you could tell she was hoping you said you meant it.

"I mean it. I have feelings for you Sam"

She raised a hand to put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Good. Because I have feelings for you too"

She used her hand that stayed on your cheeks to pull you a bit closer to her to kiss you. You kissed back, but the position in the car wasn't the most comfortable.

When Sam pulled away, it was only to move her sit back and pat her lap.

“Come here”

You moved almost immediately, straddling her lap, pulling her in for another passionate kiss. Her hands were soon holding your waist while yours were on both sides of her face.

No one had ever kissed you like that. For the first time, you felt like you actually meant something.

The way her lips moved against yours, the way her hands slid to your hips so she could hold you tighter against her…

Her lips went down to your neck, leaving wet kisses on your skin until she felt you grasp her shoulders. Only then she seemed to realize what she was doing and pulled away.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have, I-”

“No, please, don’t stop” you said quickly

“Are you sure? I don’t want to force you into anything…”

“You’re not forcing me, Sam. I want to. I really do”

She looked in your eyes, looking for any sign of discomfort or hesitation. But you really wanted it, there was no doubt.

You smiled and kissed her again, arms locking around her neck as her hands were slipping under your shirt. She was about to lift your shirt up, but stopped, looking around hesitantly.

“Hey, relax… no one’s gonna come around here” you reassured her

You were right, and she knew it. It was 1am, and the parking lot was empty. No one would take a little walk here at that time.

“If you want to stop at any moment, tell me, okay?”

“It won’t happen, but if ever, I’ll tell you, I promise”

She nodded, satisfied with your answer, and took your shirt off. Not letting her the time to do anything, you unclasped your bra and let it fall on the passenger sit.

Sam’s eyes were locked on your exposed chest, and you could notice a light blush on her cheeks.

“You’re so beautiful…” she whispered, hesitantly bringing a hand to your breast and giving it a soft squeeze

She then became more confident and started flicking your other nipple with her tongue, before taking it in her mouth and sucking on it. The moan you let out was music to her ears.

She had heard you moan before when Tara forgot to silence you on the days Sam was home, but this time it was different. It was her that made you moan. That thought in mind, she kept on playing with your breasts, every moan you let out turning her on more and more.

At one point, her free hand started to unbutton your shorts. Helping herself with her other hand, she lifted you up and threw your shorts somewhere in the car after taking them off you, as well as your panties.

She took a minute to admire your body, eyes full of lust and desire, before running a finger between your folds, unable to hold back a smirk at how wet you already were.

“So wet for me… You really wanted that, didn’t you?” Sam whispered in your ear, kissing and licking your neck as she slipped a finger inside

She set a slow and soft pace, her other hand on your back to keep you close while she continued to kiss your neck, occasionally sucking on it, leaving marks that would soon turn into dark purple hickeys.

When your grip on her shoulders loosened a bit, she added another digit, curling them just right, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Such a good girl, taking me so well…” she whispered, her fingers now pumping in and out of you at a fast pace

A loud moan left your lips at the praise, for Sam's greatest pleasure. She loved knowing she was the one making you feel like that. She loved the sight of your pretty face scrunched in extasy, the feeling of your cunt around her fingers as she fucked you dumb.

You were struggling to think straight at this point, the way her fingers curled inside you driving you crazy. You were already embarrassingly close to the edge, but you needed -and wanted- more.

“S-Sam please…” you moaned out

“What is it Y/n/n?" she could tell you were close, but she wanted to to hear you say it. She wanted you to tell her how good she made you feel. "Is my little princess going to cum? Am I making you feel that good, baby?"

"F-fuck- yes, s-so good..."

Sam hummed in satisfaction, leaving some more kisses on your neck, before circling your clit with her thumb and whispering in your ear:

“Cum for me”

You came around her fingers with a loud moan of her name as Sam kept on fucking you through your orgasm, planting hot kisses on your neck and jaw. After a few thrusts she pulled out of you, and kissed your forehead, whispering you praises before licking her fingers clean.

She held you tightly as you came down from your high, stroking your hair gently.

After a minute, you pulled away slightly, only to quickly lean back in for a lustful kiss, hands slipping under her shirt.

“Y/n-” she tried to say between kisses

“I want to make you feel good too, Sam”

She was surprised but wasn’t going to complain. She would lie if she said she hadn’t dream of that. She led you to the backseat while kissing you again, smiling against your lips.

When you woke up in the morning, you were laying on Sam’s chest, one of her arms around your waist, her other hand stroking your hair gently.

“Good morning” she said with a smile as she saw you opened your eyes “Dis you sleep well?”

“Yeah I- are we home? How-”

“You fell asleep after hm… after round 2. I thought you would prefer to sleep in a bed rather than on the backseat of my car”

“Oh, thank you” you said softly, as she moved a strand of hair away from your eyes

“… do you regret? What we did yesterday” Sam suddenly asked

You could tell she was hoping you would say no. She really liked you, it would break her heart if you said you regretted.

“No, I don’t regret it”

Your answer made her smile.

She put a hand on your cheek, pulling you a bit closer to her.

“Can I kiss you?” she whispered

You nodded and closed the gap between you two. Her lips were soft against yours. The kiss was even better than you remembered.

“I love you Y/n…”

“I love you too, Sam”

You smiled at each other, and went back to kissing, happier than ever.

If only you knew Tara was behind the door… How she heard everything, how her heart broke… how she regretted not having told you how much she loved you…

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It had been a few weeks since Sam and you started officially dating. You both were happy together, feeling really loved and wanted.

Tara on the other hand… She had trouble keeping a straight face when she was around you two. She regretted not having told you how she felt about you. She knew she had lied to you, telling you she only saw you as a friend with benefits, but truth is she was scared of her own feelings for you. Scared to be hurt again.

What happened with Amber in Woodsboro left more scars than she thought. She loved her, and Amber betrayed her. She didn’t want to live that again. So when she started to have feelings for you she decided to bury them deep inside in fear.

The ‘friends with benefits situation’ was the only thing she found to still have the chance to be intimate with you, with no feelings involved. You were fine with it at first, but after a while you told her you wanted to stop.

She didn’t think you were serious at first; you had told her you were enjoying yourself every time, so why would you want to stop? She took it a break, not as a real and definitive stop.

Until she heard Sam and you that night, saying ‘I love you’ to each other.

That night she understood she really had lost you.

Laying on her bed, she was looking at pictures you took together. Realizing she was hurting herself, she put her phone away and closed her eyes.

When she felt something poking her arm, she opened her eyes. To her surprise, you were sitting beside her, smiling.

“Y/n?”

“I miss you Tara…”

Your fingers traced light patterns on her arm, going up to her shoulder, then her neck, her collarbones, her chest…

“Y/n what are y-”

“Shhh…” you said softly, putting a finger on her lips to shush her, before leaning in to whisper in her ear “I want you…”

She couldn’t believe her ears.

“But- Sam?”

“I don’t care about Sam… Only you” you murmured, your lips pressing against her neck

She should question it, she knew she should, but she didn’t. She wanted it. She wanted you.

She pushed you slightly away by your shoulders and made you lay on your back, before she went to her wardrobe, looking for something inside.

“Stay still. I’m going to fuck you so good the only thing you will remember is my name. That’s what you want, isn’t it?” she smirked at you

“Yes… Fuck me dumb, please…”

“Please who?” Tara asked as she came back to you, her favorite strap attached to her hips, smirking a little more as she saw your eyes widen at the sight of the strap

“P-please mommy…”

She walked to the bed and crawled on top of you. She kissed your lips as soon as she was close enough to do so, enjoying the feeling of your lips against hers.

“I love you Y/n…” she whispered

“I love you too, Tara…”

She smiled, more than happy with your answer, before taking off your clothes quickly. She was getting impatient due to all these weeks without being able to be close to you. She lined her strap with your entrance and looked at you.

“Remember the safe word?”

“Of course”

“Good”

She nodded in approval and started to enter you, softly for the first half, but then snapped her hips forward, pushing the last inches in you in once motion. The way you moaned under her made her the happiest.

“Do you know how much I missed having like that under me?” she asked as she was setting a fast pace, watching her faux cock going in and out of you with bright eyes “You’ve been a very bad girl, saying you loved Sam and not me… It made me really sad you know…”

“I- I’m so-sorry I-”

You were interrupted by a more powerful thrust of her hips, and by the loud moan it provoked.

“Aw, did you cum already? My… You really missed me, didn’t you?”

Despite the fact that you just came, she kept on thrusting into you, fucking fast and rough. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she hit that one spot inside of you, added to the overstimulation you were experiencing.

Tara was enjoying the sight of you under her like that, tears pricking in your eyes as you came a second time.

“T-Tara please…” you whined, becoming too sensitive

“No, you wanted to act like a slut, fucking my sister instead of me, you deserve to be treated like one” she said, picking your legs up and putting them on her shoulders

The new angle almost made you scream in ecstasy as you came once again.

Tara’s thrusts slowed down; maybe she took pity on you after all.

“My pretty little slut…” she murmured as she kissed your lips, pulling out of you

She then got on her knees between your legs, and started cleaning you up, licking your cum off your tights. She couldn’t resist, and gave your pussy a few licks as well, enough to make you cum again on her face, moaning Sam’s name…

Wait what?

She opened her eyes suddenly.

She was still on her bed, alone. She could feel herself dripping with arousal. So it was just a dream… she thought, sighing.

Suddenly, she heard you moan again. The walls really were thin…

She grabbed her pillow and stuffed her head in it, hoping it would cancel the noises. It did not work well; she could still hear everything.

“You want daddy’s cock baby?”

“F-fuck yes, please…! ‘Want it so bad…”

Tara growled in her pillow, not wanting to hear all that. She hit the wall.

“Can you two fuck more quietly?! Some of us are trying to sleep!”

She didn’t hear an answer, but she couldn’t hear anything anymore, so it was great already.

She tried to sleep again, and was just about to fall asleep, when moans came to her ears again -not as loud as before but still. The bed was even hitting the other side of the wall, making loud ‘bang’.

She growled again, but didn’t try to silence you again. Instead, she just went to the living room and tried to sleep on the sofa. Sofa on which she fucked you a few months ago.

Her eyes filled with tears at the thought that it was the last time she got to be that close to you, and that it would never happen again.

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brooooswriting · 9 months

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BOOM BROKO

IM BACK WITH ANOTHER IDEA FOR U

So I'm thinking Sam x Reader who is selectively mute <and a lil scared of her>(don't attack me people I just like the trope)

Yes , anyway at first she thought R was Suspicious, abut then she found out That R was Selectively mute when she pulled out a Pad to write an answer.

But then R talked to Sam 😯 and She was very happy ya know FLOOF because we need it

(if you don't feel comfortable doing this, then don't :) Lu <3 )

Might be quiet

Sam Carpenter x reader

Sam was suspicious of everyone, it was nothing new. So nobody was surprised when she was also suspicious of you, somebody new to the group. Especially because you were two years older than Tara, who had brought you into the group after meeting you at college. Something about that was already off for her, why would you hand out with people two years younger than you? And by the amount of times you and T hung out it seemed like you were only hanging out with her.

But what really made her suspicious was the fact that you never talked. Well, to be honest, Sam wasn’t one to strike up a convo either but ever since Tara brought you home three weeks ago she hasn’t heard you say a damn word, it was weird and nobody could convince her otherwise. Not saying anything would make it even harder for them to figure it out if you were ghostface.

“Tara, there’s something wrong with her. She’s totally 100% suspicious” Sam said as you left, hugging Tara but again, no words were spoken. Not even a goodbye, which wasn’t just suspicious to Sam but also rude.

“She’s not Sam. Just leave her alone about it please. She’s not suspicious or weird, she has her reasons” the younger carpenter disappeared before Sam could ask any questions. She knew about your selective muteness from the beginning, it was her first day and she didn’t know where to go so she asked you. When you pulled out pen and paper she thought you were mute but after meeting her a couple of times you could explain your condition to her.

After being at Tara’s for the first time you refused to go there again as Sam scared the living shit out of you. It was like that for rather long, even if seen in public she’d just stare you down which scared you even more. But after seeing her interact with her younger sister a couple of times, you realized that she was only overprotective of her. It made her a bit less scary. So you came to the apartment again, more often than you would have thought.

One day, Tara invited you over. But due to a terrible miscalculation of everything on Tara’s side you arrived before her, meaning that Sam opened the door for her. You gave her an awkward wave. “Y/n, hi. Tara said she’d be here soon” Sam said stepping to the side, slightly rolling her eyes when you didn’t talk. You stood even more awkwardly in the room, unsure of where to go until Sam pointed to the dinner table. When you said down without saying anything Sam finally snapped.

“Jeez, do you ever say anything? Do you know how weird it is to never say Anything?! And also quiet rude, I mean like, say hello and bye. My goodness” Sam nearly screamed making you cower and give her a sad smile which made her roll her eyes, this time very obvious. “How did Tara even meet you?!” She continued starring into your soul.

You looked away awkwardly, your eyes landing on your backpack. You held up a finger, signaling her to wait while you fished some things out of your bag. Sam looked at the paper and the pen curiously as you started to write in neat handwriting.

‘We met on campus, she didn’t know where to go so she asked me. Had to write down the directions’

Sam looked at you and then at the paper, trying to piece together the puzzle. “So you had to write down the way?” She asked and you nodded.

“You didn’t talk to her?” She continued, you shook your head this time.

“But you do talk to her now when you’re alone?” She mumbled unsure, but your nod reassured her.

“You’re not always mute right?” You nodded again giving her a small smile.

“But sometimes you are?” The older sister seemed to be happy that she finally figured it out, giving you a rather big smile which made you smile too.

There was a moment of silence which was broken by Tara entering the apartment. “Y/n” she called out, causing you to jump up and hug her, happy to be with someone who gave you comfort. “You good?” She asked and you nodded, smiling slightly as it reminded you of your interaction with Sam who was now gone.

When you noticed that you finally mustered up the courage to speak. “How was your day?” You asked as Tara pulled you into her room, but your thoughts they were only on the older carpenter.

The next time you saw Sam was on campus, she was picking Tara up who stayed at your dorm for the day to study with you. You offered that she could sleep here but her sister didn’t allow it, to scared of something happening to her so she picked her up herself. The brunette was 20 minutes earlier than she was supposed to be, you didn’t think that it was gonna be her at the door but Anika. She was around you constantly, another person you could talk to but who often would talk most of the time so you didn’t have to. She was comforting and knew everything about you.

You opened the door with freshly washed hair and in joggers and a sports bra, while Tara went to have a shower as it was a hot day. The way you looked in a simple fit like that was the only thing you could focus on. “Hey, sorry I’m earlier than I thought I’d be” she said as she finally stopped staring at you, your face beet red.

A small smile signaled her that it was fine before you opened the door further and stretched your arm to the side inviting her in. Out of politeness and maybe a bit of curiosity she came inside, looking at the posters and the pictures you had in your room and then looking forwards the bathroom where she heard your shower running.

‘Tara’s showering. How are you? How was your day?” You wrote on a small whiteboard, showing it to her with a smile. There was something about that smile that made Sam all giddy, so she sat on the end of you bed and started talking to you, explaining how shitty her boss is and how she can’t wait for him to retire before asking about your day.

‘Your sister is amazing but if she forces me to watch babadook again I’m gonna need a new friend. We are watching that damn movie after every study session’ Sam grinned at you as you huffed pointing to your open laptop, the credits of the movie on hold.

“She makes me watch that too. I gave up on trying to fight it, I’m pretty sure I can memorize it by now” she told you just as Tara came out of the bathroom in one of your shirts. She felt Ill at ease knowing that her sister got to wear your cloths.

“What are you already doing here?” Tara asked as she dried her hair with a towel, Sam only shaking her head at the rude tone.

“I’m happy to see you too, no. Really no problem, I love picking you up after work” Sam said, her voice filled with sarcasm Making you chuckle a bit. Her head turned to you, that was the first sound she had heard from you except maybe a sigh or a grunt. It was one of the best sounds she had ever heard.

It went on like that for a while, Sam would talk to you, you’d write on something. You’d have normal conversation, sometimes even a bit deeper ones but she never got to the point where you talked to her. She believed that she noticed times where you tried but couldn’t. Honestly, ever since she knew why you weren’t speaking she found it cute. Sure, it was sad too, but the shyness was kinda cute to her.

“Hey y/n” Sam said as she let you into the apartment, Tara was again to late. Or rather, you were too early but you wanted some alone time with Sam. You waved at her and stepped into the room, nodding your head toward the couch. By now Sam had gotten a hang of understanding you even without words so she sat down on the couch, close enough for your legs to touch.

It was a habit you to created, instead of talking you guys would have physical contact. Your legs were touching or your shoulders brushing, sometimes her hand would rest half on top of yours or on your knee. There was this weird connection between you two lately but Sam decided to wait to make a move until you could talk to her. It just felt right to her. Her arms was stretched behind you on the couch.

You took a deep breath before opening your mouth. “W-we should go on a date” you mumbled out barely loud enough for Sam to understand but she did, a smile forming on her face. But now it was her time to be unable to speak, a nod being the first thing coming from her before she finally caught herself again.

“Yeah we should. Oh my god, you talked to me” she had the biggest smile on her face as she turned to look at you. Your cheeks coated in a slight pink. Your voice was the loveliest thing she had ever heard.

“Is it okay if I hug you?” You nodded out of Habit before taking a deep breath again.

“Yes, please” you said. This time your voice was louder. She pulled you into her arms, hugging you tight while pressing a kiss to the side of your face. She still couldn’t believe you had talked.

“I’m so happy” she grinned out as she pulled away, the smiles on your face matching as you looked at each other. This time her arms wrapped around your shoulder pulling you a bit closer, you happily leaning against her.

At least until Tara came causing you to pull away from Sam and sit at your normal distance. She looked at you confused while her sister walked over to the two of you. “Hey guys” she said as she sat down on the arm chair. Sam greeted her back while you nodded at her, confusing Sam. “Wanna watch a movie?” The younger carpenter continued, both of you nodding.

After the movie you decided to go back to your dorm, waving goodbye to Sam after giving Tara a hug. You walked down the stairs in thoughts only to be interrupted by someone running down the stair, it was Sam with a trash bag in hand.

“I needed an excuse to follow you” she started as she followed your gaze to the trash in her hand. “Did you change your mind about this? Because everything changed as soon as T came in” she asked staring at the ground, scared that you did in fact change your mind.

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish, panic started to take over as your hands shook a bit and your eyes avoided sams. You heard the trash bag fell before you saw Sam take a step closer and engulfing you in a careful hug. “Shhh, take your time. It’s okay either way, if it was just a panic reaction it’s okay. Now take your time, or I can give you my phone and you can type it out” she held you so loose that you always had the opportunity to pull away but at the same time strong enough to give you comfort. Your arms wrapped around her neck, your face against her chest.

After a short bit you finally gathered the courage to talk again. “I didn’t change my mind, I just panicked when I heard T. I’m sorry but I promise you I want this” you told her leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek.

“It’s okay, I just wanted to make sure you didn’t feel pressured to go out with me” she smiled at your form in her arms before continuing. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” You nodded, not wanting to waste any time by speaking. She grinned and leaned down to press a soft kiss to your lips, you were chasing hers as she pulled away.

“You know, I practiced asking you out a lot with Anika” you told her before leaning up to kiss her again. Her eyes stayed close as you pulled away as she wanted to bask in the feeling a little longer, but when she opened her eyes you were already out of the front door.

God, she couldn’t wait to hear your voice again.

What are we thinking about part two? Or maybe a series out of this?

#reader insert #brooooswriting #sam carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x y/n #sam carpenter x you #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x female reader #melissa barrera x fem!reader #melissa barrera #melissa barrera x y/n #melissa barrera x reader

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they-call-me-emmy · 5 months

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The Past is The Past 4

Parts 1, 2, and 3 on my account <3

Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader

Summary: Tara was faced with her 3 ghostface, and this time got so seriously injured she was in a coma. When she wakes up, she has no memory of the past 3 years...including you, her girlfriend.

Notes: Imagine this as our gals scream 7...since Jenna apparently quit and left me fucking DYING

Warnings: Uh, injury, violence, blood, our boy ghostyface with knives. Coma and memory loss if thats even a warning. Swearing. Uhm. Shitty 7th grade writing.

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"Stop," Tara said slowly. "What?"

"Y/N was your girlfriend...I thought that was implied." Sam said, giving Tara a look of confusion.

"Implied?! I thought she was like, my best friend or something!" Tara couldn't believe Sam had left this out of the equation.

"Well, she's barely considered a friend now, so girlfriend is a ways away." Sam shrugged.

"WAIT! So this girl, she knows everything about me, she's hugged me, probably snuggled with me, kissed me, and SHIT HAS SHE SEEN ME NAKED?!"

"Oh, ew, Tara!" Sam faked gagged. "I don't know! And I really don't wanna talk about my sister's sex life!"

"She's probably bathed with me...oh my fucking god..." Tara collapsed on the couch, groaning and rolling over, shoving her face into a pillow.

"Alright drama queen." Sam sighed. "That's enough. Please."

"How much has she seen?" Tara slowly slid onto the floor, holding her face.

"We need to start a grocery list!"

"Has she dressed me?!"

"Are we out of eggs?" Sam began, ignoring Tara, who was now fake crying on the carpet.

"OH LORD WHAT IF SHE'S HAD HER FINGERS IN ME!"

"TARA ENOUGH!" Sam shouted, throwing a pen at the girl. "If it bothers you OH SO MUCH, call her and ask!"

Tara made a face of disgust and horror, gagging. "Ask her? How would you react if someone called you and asked if you'd fingered them before?!"

"Then don't, I don't care."

"I won't." Tara mumbled, pulling herself off the floor and up the stairs to her room.

I'm shitting myself, i needed a break from serious stuff.

IM A SLUT FOR COMMENTS! COMMENT PLEASE!

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x you

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ajortga · 6 months

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MEL'S MASTERLIST:

hi hi! this is my masterlist!

"when there is utter emotions, there is endless raw pieces of poetry."

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currently revolving around the jenna ortega universe

what i write: fluff, angst, sensitive topics (smuts undecided.)

i don't write male readers! but there will be times i don't specify pronouns<3.

request and communicate with me in my inbox! i'll see what i can make!

requests are OPEN

keep in mind there are some requests i skip because i don't have any ideas for or a good plot:), please don't be upset! i want to make sure that i can fulfill requests and make my anons happy.

please do not take my work in any shape or form, i spend a lot of time and dedication to my writing and i don't give consent for others to take it.

please reach out if you come upon a story that is similar or the same as mine, the only stories that are the same are on my wattpad which is the link i added below!

my wattpad!

- favorites are marked with ‪♡

angst- ✮

jenna ortega:

series:

lead: it's not easy being a theater kid, so when you audition for the lead role and get in, you think you need to know your love interest more. the kisses in the script bring you more butterfly than nerves.

chapter 1

chapter 2 (chapter 3 is most likely discontinued.)

sweet ♡: jenna was planning on relaxing after acting on set, not crush on the pretty sweet girl who served her coffee, you. she hasn't fallen in love in a long time, she needs to get to know you more.

part 1

part 2

one shots:

slipping through my fingers ✮

she's different

always for you

fate ties two

i forgive you. ✮

competition

home ♡ (drabble!)

vada cavell:

she's a shooting star

her healer ‪✮

i'm not coming home. ✮ (major angst, sensitive topics)

the alcohol effect

for i can't help falling in love with you ♡

tara carpenter:

hot cocoa?

the forgotten letter ‪✮

why try?

hush

belly the holland lop ♡

in what way? ✮

bear hugs (drabble)

cairo sweet:

the warmth of your hand ‪♡

wednesday addams:

can you keep a secret?

lorraine day:

in the magic of making..

new fics coming soon!

mabel:

in the magic of making..

#jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega imagine #lorraine day x reader #tara carpenter #jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x you #tara carpenter x reader #vada cavell x reader

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mikeyss1ut · 1 year

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Could do a amber x Tara x fem reader

All three girls are in a poly relationship and head over heels for each other especially toward tara

Amber and r do love and care for each other *but they love tara a lot more and will do anything to keep her happy and safe and they’ll drop any arguement just for her sake Amber isn’t ghost-face *it’s someone else*

In my hcs I imagine amber being a super protective girl and won’t let anyone harm her girls and r is the same way *but maybe a little too much because they’re both are extreme idiots that wouldn’t learn to not do it agin or give up despite being heavily injured*

I also imagines r and amber being the ones who get into arguments like angry married couple but luckily tara is the one who gets them to stop and force them to make peace. In au scenario Amber isn’t ghost-face it’s someone else. Although r and amber do love messing with Sam because they have a love hate relationship toward the girls and know they can get her riled up when mentioning about them dating her sister*

These are little scenarios in my head of this:)))

#1:

“Amber!” You yelled

“What!” She yelled back.

“Have you seen Tara’s shoes she needs them for this party she wants to go to!”

Amber stomps in.

“Excuse me? Who said she’s allowed at a party?” She said

“Well of course she’s not going by herself . I’m going! Duh!” You sassed

“No, you guys please I want to be alone for once.”

Amber laughed

“Yeah uhm- no.” You both said.

#2:

“No! I’m sorry Amber ok!”

“Sorry not good enough this time!”

“Amber, listen I love you I’m sorry I didn’t mean to say that it just came out that way.”

“Should have thought about what you said before you said it!”

You and Amber went back and forth, back and forth.

“Stop!” Tara yells

“It’s stupid what you guys are fighting over, Amber , y/n didn’t mean to say what she did , she’s sorry. Leave it at that.”

“Ok, fine.”

#3:

Amber laid in the middle, holding you both. You had a rough day, Amber wanted to fix that. So she cuddled you and put on a bath. When you came out Tara was back and she had heard about your bad day. She also wanted you to be ok.

So when you got dressed amber cuddled you both until you guys fell asleep.

#4:

Amber gets jealous when Tara gives you a kiss or a hug. Or when you give Tara a kiss or a hug. Tara gets jealous when Amber gives you a kiss. But you only get jealous when Amber gives Tara a kiss and not you. It’s like she’s mad at you, but sometimes she’s just forgets.

Not that she forgets about you. Oh no, she loves you. A lot. But sometimes she just sees Tara kisses her and goes back to doing whatever she was doing. When she remembers she didn’t give you a kiss she makes up for it.

#tara carpenter #fluff #amberfreemanoneshot #amber freeman x tara carpenter #amber freeman #amberfreeman fluff #tara carpenter x reader #Tara carpenter fluff #polysexual #Scream 6 #scream 5 #Tara carpenter one shot #Tara carpenter imagine #amber freeman imagine

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krikeymate · 1 year

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Abandon Ship - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: abandon everything you know

Samantha – Sam – Carpenter shuffles back into town heavily cloaked and with her face obscured. She doesn’t need to hide, but it’s probably better this way. They’re larger than the average community on this side of the mainland, and yet everyone still seems to know everybody. Sam’s not sure how, barely able to recall a handful of names that aren’t people you need to avoid and people you can exploit. Tara probably knows everyone, the sweet girl that she is, always ready to stop and chat, to help, to lend a hand – even to those who most certainly don’t deserve it.

The thought of her sister brings a warmth to Sam’s chest. That’s why she’s here, why she keeps coming back to the place that’s only ever hurt her, scorned her, demanded more of her than she could ever give. Everything she does is for her sister, to give her a better life. One away from here, one day. One away from their mother and the lamentable legacy she’s left them. It’s the thought of the town pariah that is her mother that has her sitting in a tavern choking on a piss-poor beer instead of back home hugging her sister tight.

She can’t face her mother sober. Not after their last conversation 3 months prior.

The job out west had been pre-arranged, and it couldn’t have come at a better time. Her mother had been pushing at her to get married. 20 and without a suitor in sight was a disgrace, apparently. Her mother is certainly one to talk, 18 and fucking some passing sailor, her own enamoured husband waiting for her at home. It got out, of course. There are no secrets in this place. The port town of Modesto is a shameless hub of gossip and misinformation, and the truth too, for a price.

Had she not come home pregnant, perhaps it could have been discounted as mere whispers on the wind, simple jealousy from others less fortunate, for her husband was of noble stock, highly sought after and of a gentle nature to boot. A man who marries for love, they say, takes unfaithfulness like a knife to the heart. And he had loved her so very dearly.

Nathanial Arden was not a cruel man, but he would not raise a child that was not his, not one conceived after their oaths had been spoken. What man would, what man could stand for this betrayal?

He left her a sum and the house, a far kinder fate than she was owed, but she was stripped of the name she had so recently taken, all claims and vows forsworn.

Christina had enjoyed being the talk of the town, and now she was destined to remain that way, awe and curiosity shifting to scorn and mocking. She buries her head in the sand, or rather, the bottom of a bottle, while her daughters take the burden of her name and her choices. It’s no easy thing, to grow up under the knowledge that your mother is considered a cautionary tale, for the world to know you as a fatherless bastard. Sam has always done her best to protect her little sister from this truth and the cruelty of others, as much as she is able. Sometimes that protection takes the form of a fistfight on your way out of town for a seasonal job elsewhere, to give the people something to talk about, something to focus on. If their eyes are on Sam, they aren’t on her sister.

Eying the man across the room whose nose she broke months ago – now far too crooked, she pulls at her hood to better cover her face. No, it wouldn’t do to be recognised right now at all.

Sam takes another sip of her drink, the sour taste making her wince. She does her best to tune out all the chatter around her and focus on her own thoughts, it’s a useless endeavour however.

“Did’ya hear? Christina’s gon’ and cleared ‘er debt! Gave Ol’ Bailey’s Master Richie somethin’ ‘e couldn’t refuse—”

Her mother’s name is oft on people’s lips here and it’s the last thing she wants to listen to, but to hear it uttered alongside Richie’s – ugh – is peculiar, and of immediate interest. She has no choice but to listen.

” – An’ Young Master Richie is well pleased, ‘is father gave ‘im a new name an’ all,” speaks a dock worker to another at an opposing table. “But why the Carpenter girl? Surely, he could ‘ave his pick of the litter, so ta speak. No need to stoop so low,” his better-spoken companion responds. “Oh ay, per’aps, ’tween you an’ me, I ‘ear it’s abou’ revenge. Wants the girl ta fuck over ‘er sister, afta she, ya know.”

The two men share a laugh, clanking their tankards together, as Sam sits there seething, fingers white from their grip on her own cup. Her mind is racing, trying to make sense of their words. Her mother, Richie, Tara, what is—

“ – Me an’ the lads’ll be collectin ‘er in the mornin, the muvers got ‘er all locked up tight. ‘E wants the weddin’ quick, the sister’s due back ‘fore the end of the month. An-”

Sam stands, slamming the tankard down on the table. Her blood is boiling from within, the situation becoming all too clear. She storms from the room, cloak billowing and hood blowing back from the speed of her walk, oblivious to the heads turned her way as she flings the door open, narrowly missing another, and begins to head home.

Her mother has some explaining to do.

Sam bursts into the family home calling out for her mother. The walk had done little to quell her anger over the words she had overheard. She notes in the back of her head that the door was unlocked. Her mother never locks the damn thing, too drunk to even consider it most of the time, but Tara does. Sam had raised her to be careful, and that includes locking the fucking doors.

“Mother!” she yells out again, stalking through the rooms, searching. Empty. Empty. Empty. Her frustration only grows. She turns to head up the stairs, taking them two at a time, and finds herself smacking into Tara’s door when the handle doesn’t turn as expected.

“Tara?”

“Sam?”

Her sister sounds nervous, uncertain, scared. Sam aches to comfort her, to fix whatever is happening. “Tara, open the door,” she demands, wiggling the handle like it will suddenly give way.

“I can’t.” It comes out as nothing more than a muffled whimper from behind the wood. “Mom locked it, sh- she-” Tara’s words are cut off with a sob.

“Hey, it’s ok, just hold on for a minute.” Sam breathes deep, palm to the door. She needs to remain calm for her sister, no matter how much her insides are twisting. “I’ve got this, I’ve got you.”

Sam heads for her own room, untouched since she saw it last and now covered in a fine layer of dust. She walks to her bedside and kneels down, wrenching open the bottom drawer of the adjacent cabinet. She pulls its contents out of the way, reaching blindly for the back until her nails meet a groove in the wood. She digs her nail in, pulling it up until her fingers can reach underneath to grasp at the false bottom and remove it.

Inside the secret compartment is an assortment of notes, a bag of coins, a ring of keys, and a motley of other small items.

She grabs the keys – long since squirrelled away from her mother, just in case – and goes to stand again. She pauses and grabs the bag of coins, stuffing them into her pocket and already beginning to suspect the worst might come to pass.

The key has barely turned in the lock when Sam’s barrelled over by her sister, back thumping against the hallway wall. Tara clings to her waist, face buried in the folds of her cloak. “Sam,” she cries, “please don’t let her do this, I don’t want to marry him!”

Sam wraps her sister up tight in her arms. “You won’t. I won’t let it happen. I promise.” Sam pushes her sister away gently, kneeling down and cupping her face. She wipes away her tears and brushes back her hair. “Go get–”

They’re disturbed by a thud from downstairs as the front door is kicked open.

“Find them. I won’t have my bride disappearing before my wedding.”

The whiny tone of Richie Bailey fills the air, and the sound of half a dozen footsteps following his order tells them he’s not alone.

Sam mouths at Tara to move, pushing her back into her room. Sam follows close behind, grabbing the key from the lock and replacing it on the other side to lock them inside. When Sam turns around, it’s to the sight of her sister shaking, jaw clenched around her hand to hold back the whimpers she wants to release. Sam doesn’t think she can hate another as much as she hates her mother, but Richie Bailey comes pretty damn close.

The door behind Sam bangs as a fist smacks against it.

“I know you’re here Samantha, you were seen.” Sam doesn’t know how she ever put up with this smarmy asshole for so long, ashamed to have history with him at all. A history that is coming back to punish her sister. “The contract has been signed, she’s mine fair and square. There’s no point fighting it dear.”

Sam grabs a cloak from Tara’s closet as Richie grouses, clasping it around her sister’s neck and pulling open the window. It’s no accident that there’s a trellis beneath it, nailed to the outer wall. Sam always knew a day like this would come. She thought she would have a few more years left at least however, cursing her mother’s selfishness. Her sister is not some cattle to be sold.

She nudges Tara towards the window, nodding. Her sister gets the message, and doesn’t think twice before ambling over the sill and down the trellis despite the tears in her eyes and the way her hands shake. Her sister has always been brave. No doubt she would have married Richie without a fight, been his compliant little wife – though she knows Richie would have been more than delighted if Tara was dragged to the alter kicking and screaming – and stayed quiet no matter how much she was suffering inside. But that’s what Sam is here for, to protect her little sister, to keep her safe and defend her freedom from those who would take it from her.

The gates out of town are blocked, men in black and white – the Bailey colours – pad out the guardsmen patrolling the area. No doubt they’ve been ordered to apprehend them, feeding the officers lies, selling them enticing fabricated charges to ensure their capture, or maybe they simply deposited coin straight into their pockets. Which matters little, the end result is the same.

Sam briefly ponders the cliffs. They’re navigable enough, but risky, and Sam knows she wouldn’t want her sister traversing them even if the sun hadn’t already set. Her stomach begins to sink when she gets the whiff of salt in the air and her eyes are drawn to the docks.

No.

They can’t.

Can they?

The docks are owned by the Bailey’s, it’s their domain. It will be full of their own men. Yet there’s something pulling her towards it.

Sam tugs on Tara’s hand in hers. She doesn’t have to look back at her to know what she’s thinking. She risks stopping anyway, putting a hand on her sister’s shoulder and meeting her eyes. “Do you trust me?”

Tara looks up at her so softly, “of course.”

The response makes Sam smile, and she jerks at the hood on Tara’s head, pulling it down further. “Great, we’re heading for the docks. We’ll stow away on a boat.” Sam tries to sound confident in her words, but the truth is that they sound as insane out loud as they did in her head. There’s something inside of her telling her to get to the sea.

She almost wishes Tara would object.

She doesn’t.

They stick to the shadows as they enter the docks. It’s a busy environment, people everywhere, appearing and disappearing through the evening mist, and it makes Sam grip her sister’s hand tighter and pull her even closer.

Her eyes rove over the scene. She feels stupid. She’s put them in such a risky situation, it’s like she wants to get them caught. Why even bother running if they’re going to run straight back into the lion’s den?

A caw from above snaps her out of her spiralling. Sam follows the bird with her eyes, watching as it lands on a boat not far from where they stand hidden.

Huh.

The boat has seen better days, as has its crew, which appears to have half as many men as it should, given the size of the large fishing vessel. That’s the one, her heart sings, her feet stepping forward before she’s even realised it.

“Sam,” Tara whispers frantically, desperate to know what they’re doing. Sam hushes her, throwing her arm around her sister’s shoulder and walking them confidently past the sea-worn men wrestling with heavy cargo. They pass by unnoticed.

She ducks her head as they step onto the boat to make herself smaller, and quickly ushers Tara down into the cargo hold.

Once they’re safely tucked between boxes and hidden from view, with her sister wrapped in her arms, Sam allows herself to finally breathe.

“What happens if they catch us,” Tara asks nervously, head tucked under Sam’s chin. “We’ll be fine,” she reassures her, hand rubbing up and down her back to comfort her. “These men are on their last legs, desperate, they won’t turn away working hands.” Sam isn’t sure where this confidence, or the knowledge, is coming from, but somehow, she knows it to be true.

The boat begins to rock as it leaves the dock, and for the first time in a long time, Sam feels safe.

#/mp #Scream #Sam Carpenter #AU: dredge #my writing tag

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From the Journal of Gale of Waterdeep, #4

Gale x Tav (Talia)

Word Count: 1251

Disclaimer: all characters belong to Larian Studios and Baldur’s Gate 3

Gale discusses his other camp mates and the addition of Scratch. The camp celebrates a little with some libations they picked up on their most recent pilfering. Gale shares an intimate moment.

‘An unexpected companion has arrived in our midst, and whilst I know Tara would not be the most pleased with the situation, Scratch has boosted morale considerably. Even Astarion has taken a shine to him, although he would rather be staked than admit it I’m sure. I caught him giving the stray chunks of bread he had in his pouch and petting him when he thought no one was looking.

‘Talia spoke with Scratch and stated that he is grateful to be with us and while he misses his master, he is glad to have found friends in us. The poor postman had been attacked by gnolls and succumbed to his injuries. Dangers lurk around every bend it seems, and the sheer amount of blood we’ve seen makes me feel as if I really have been sealed away from the world for too long.

‘Although the perils are much greater than I would’ve expected, we haven’t turned into mindflayers yet, so that is something to be grateful for. Whatever the reason for it may be, the artifact that seems to be the reason for it, although the device is a mystery to us all. It has left Shadowheart and seems to have chosen its master in Talia, perhaps because she seems the most levelheaded of us all. Who would’ve ever thought that this eccentric group of so many personalities would ever work so well together without the tadpole binding our fates.

‘We’ve all quickly assumed roles around the camp to make ourselves useful. I do the cooking most nights, while Shadowheart and Talia handle ministrations, providing healing. Astarion is rather adept with a needle and quickly repairs any clothing that needs it, as well as stitching cuts. Lae’zel masterfully sharpens our equipment, with Karlach and Wyll working synchronously to repair and clean armor. We all take turns entertaining one another, our lives so rich and diverse that there is never a shortage of stories and songs. Talia is a gifted musician and can usually pick up the tune of a song if one of us hums a few bars, much to the delight of Karlach, who is an extremely enthusiastic singer. Our ears are slightly less enthusiastic, but I do admire her exuberance.

‘Today’s pilfered provisions provided ample libations, and the mood of the camp was raucous, and it seems our companions have begun to pair off, although it’s too early to hypothesize on what types of couplings those will end up being. For example, Shadowheart and Astarion enjoy whispering about the others, their snideness a fount of joy for them both. Talia flutters between all of us, a welcome addition to any group, but tonight as we all began to settle down and seperating from the larger group, I noticed Talia slip off alone, a bottle in her hand.

‘I fretted about following her, unsure if I should follow her to check in, or if perhaps someone else would. When it became apparent that no one else had noticed her disappearance, I surmised someone should at least check in on her, as she would not hesitate to do the same. I found her hugging her knees with her head on her forearms, the bottle she had taken with her loosely in her hand. I took another step towards her and her head snapped up, her hand swiping quickly at her eyes. She smiled at me, gesturing for me to come and sit with her.

‘I acquiesced and when I was next to her, a respectable distance away, she offered me her drink. Not wanting to be rude, I took it, taking a tentative sip. The frostkiss ale was cold on my tongue, but warm as it went down, and I almost commented on her good taste as her body pressed up against mine, her head nestling into my shoulder. I began to ask her if she was okay but she shushed me, asking me to just hold her for a few minutes.

‘I pulled her into me, and she moved between my legs to push closer, tucking her head against my chest, against this blasted orb. Her arms wrapped around me, clutching me as if I were the only thing keeping her on the plane. I held her to me, the heat of her body warming me in ways I didn’t even know I needed. As selfish as it is to admit, I needed our embrace just as much as she seemed to in that moment. I can scarcely recall the last time I had held another creature in my arms like that, that wasn’t Tara or my goddess, and even then, it didn’t feel as intimate as this did.

‘We remained in that position for some time, and when she finally pulled away, she told me that she had felt a little overwhelmed, and thanked me for being there for her. She settled in next me, our bodies touching casually, as if we both didn’t quite want to end the contact. I asked her if she wanted to talk about anything, and she brought up our moment in the weave, my face burning at the memory of her fantasy of kissing me. I thanked the gods that it was dark and that she would hopefully not notice.

‘Had I thought about it any more than that night, she wanted to know, her brilliant blue eyes watching my face. I had stumbled over my response, telling her that of course I had, but that it had surprised me, in a pleasant way. She drank from the bottle and handed it to me, and I followed her lead, as I would follow her nearly anywhere. When the finish came away from my lips, hers met mine, her lips soft and tentative. Looking back, I should’ve perceived this was where the evening was quickly heading to, but unfortunately, I was so startled that I did nothing. I scarcely kissed her back, let alone progressed the situation forward, and the kiss ended quickly.

‘She apologized, turning away from me. Fearing that I had forever ruined whatever small chance I had for something more with her, I took Tara’s advice and seized the opportunity, taking Talia’s face in my hands and kissing her fervently. Her enthusiasm matched mine and we relished in one another until I sent the half full bottle skittering across the rock and we both pulled away sheepishly. We ended the evening there, walking back to camp with our fingers laced in one another’s. Before we got within eye line, she turned towards me and thanked me for the evening, leaning up to give me another gentle kiss. She told me that I was “just what she needed” this evening. We entered the camp apart from one another, the others asleep or nearly so. Scratch wagged his tail in response to our homecoming, and went to follow Talia as she went to bed.

‘I lay here penning this, my mind now fretting over what she possibly could have meant, what tomorrow may bring, and when I can hold her again. I long to do it even now, she fits me so perfectly. It’s a near-foreign concept to me, envisioning what it would be like to sleep with her in my arms, to hear her heartbeat and her breathing, with equal enthusiasm as I imagine making love to her. This anticipatory feeling is akin to nothing else on this planet, and I vow to treasure it as much as I possibly can.’

#fanfic #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate gale #gale x tav #gale romance #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale #bg3 tav #druid x wizard #wizard #druid tav #kissing Gale #books that aren’t actually in bg3 but should be #bg3 camp #bg3 companions #scratch

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supercriminalbean · 1 year

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Things that made me insane during criminal minds evolution:

Written while I watched so enjoy my bumbling mess. Spoiler alert of course.

Episode 7:

I've seen spoilers this time so I sad oh we. It's mainly only because of Garcia stuff.

The women in the opening looks like my old friend..huh weird.

Why did deputy dipshit do the opening quote gross.

Oh no it's the JJ and Penelope from season 3 scene but worseeeeee.

Emily is concerned and thinking.

Garcia baby you need a friend your obliviously not okay you need support.

Emily is a mood.

So I'm emotionally lately and Papa Rossi with Tara I'm cryinggg.

Okay no. I'm sorry but look I LOVE Tara I do and I get she just got broken up with but hear me out hear. When Luke and JJ almost died they didn't even get to go home for a sleep before they had to keep going on the case but Dave Is trying to get Tara to take 3 days off (hell yes she desever it but not my point right now) JJ in the last episode qas exhausted and honstely she's probably close to a break down and no one e is there for her apart from Will of course but what happened to the team that use to be a family please. It so broken.

I need David Rossi to give me a dad talk or someone to give me a dad talk please.

Where's Luke??? Ughh I'm over the writers.

Oh hi Luke never mind.

I fucking love Rossi and Luke they feed of each other I swear 😂

JJ your so quite baby. Your so pretty I love you.

The deputy douchbag is growing on me.

He was now no more.

Okay I love him again

Am I the only one who ships him and Emily? I mean no what no I don't...

Mm Ellias 😍

Rossi 😳😳 I uh um. I was looking at that yesterday to.

Everytime I hear them mention Reid I get excited but I know it's just teasing.

Boss, JJ, Double Boss. Only Garcia haha baby 😂

Emily freeze definitely scared the fuck out of Penelope you can't tell me otherwise. It scared me.

Emily is scared haha.

Emily same.

Committed to pleasure oh baby that's one type of pleasure huh.

He spent the night at my house..

EMILY GROAN IS ME I LIVE FOR IT.

EMILY FACE IS TO RELATABLE RIGHT NOW WHY IS SO HOT ALSO LIKE FUCK MOMMY?!?!!!

Penelope is scared and then was like a bitch like bruhh

I have to say tho even without Prentiss being a profiler just her being friends with Garcia for so long she knew she wouldn't call him today.

I can not take this episode seriously im sorry I love Garcia right now she reminds me of me this weekend.

I'm also Emily at my friend's decision in men.

The little I love you when she leaves.

Garcia needs to get her shit together but why is Noone asking her what she's up to? Does anyone check in on Penelope and JJ anymore like thoes two were always there for the team. Derek and Spencer were thier supporters and so was Hotch now they gone so just thoes two thinking they are all alone again because they have trust issues someone hug them please.

I'm starting to like deputy director he cool man just don't lie to people man, but damn he good at.

Why is Luke called Alvez by everyone it's weird.

Moose aww, I was also suprised the girl was alive.

Tara baby I wanna hug you.

Garcia please talk to him.

David Rossi I love you but why can't you fucking see that JJ and Garcia are not okay. Thank you.

Haha okay when the deputy director speaks and Rossi stares at him I just shkgfybsuajb fall in idk not love maybe I just need to get laid.

Bailey smile is cute haha dumbass I think you might die soon.

Fuck why is Luke in leather hot

The way Emily glance at him damn.

Okay I was hoping for Lesbian Emily this season ugh.

Mm Elias swearing 🥵🥵 holy crap me I'm not good

Nooo where did grace go???

Bitch don't follow the lights you dumbass

Aww I love this girl haha her view of God is great.

Garcia. Okay I know I KNOW we don't like this Tyler Green situation but his smile when she speaks is cute why can't I get a person to smile like that at me.

I love Garcia rambling its so cute.

Tyler getting it is good I like this it's good.

Um no do not go over!!! At least have Emily or JJ over please!! Or even better Luke... jealous Luke...please.

Ugh I'm sorry but I hate it I HATE it when females think they can push or slap other when annoyed or angry and think it's okay but if a man did it oh hell no. Ughhh Elias your wife annoys me.

Omg he was really so close to killing her and that's kinda hot and sad.. and I need therapy.

Grace and Ashley are awwww.

Bailey is cute and Emily Is adorable.

Bailey didn't lie, not suprise love it.

BAILEY I 100% UNDERSTAND I NEED MORE MEN MY DADS AGE TO DISAPOINT TO. but for different reasons...unless you also uhu.

Come and get it Mother fucker 😂

I hope Ashley lives.

Aww Bailey dumbass put pressure on the wound. I know it's late.

He's so sweet 😭😭 if I'm dying can he hold me please.

Oh no another crush on a fictional man ahhhhh noooooo. No no no. Oh fuck it why not.

Elias shot your wife please I don't like her.

He's not leaving for good it'd just a little while damn. Why they crying are they like not use to this. Doesn't he travel alot for work anyway I don't get it? Do I just have trauma and use to this shit?

Rossi ugh fuck you. Like yes Tara needs love but JJ just seems sad like please something wrong.

Holy fuck Will hi I missed you.

Oh shit 😂

I'm sorry but I love them but somethings wrong.

Noooo the case is closed haha Emily won't let that happen.

Tyler fuck off!!!!

He hot tho and the way he looks at her Is kinda cute.

TYLER SHUT UP PLEASE YOU ARE RUINING MY HOPES FOR LUKE.

I mean he's not lying Penelope Garcia also saved my life.

Her smile her smile her smile!

His smile his eyes.

No shut up Garia ew yes hot yes kinky yes I want you to say that to me (and Luke) but not him.

Like I don't like it but at least we finislly get to see Penelopes love life without stupid Kevin because when she dated Sam (season 9 to 11) IT DISAPPEARED.

NO PENELOPE NO! BAD PENELOPE!

Rossi please get some rest, I'm worried.

Oooh his own kill kit

Rossi gonna get himself killed.

Haha neighbor same, omg the song choice nooooo. Omg no no 😂😂

Okay I'm GARCIA! actually no I'm blaming that line on. KIRSTEN VANGSNESS!!!

THIS SCENE IS SO HOT HOLY FUCK.

His grin, the books,the heavy breathing. She totally rided him hard. But his hair isn't messed up weird.

Okay so um thoughts I know we want Derek go come back to knock some sense into Penelope but I don't think he's going to be that good... you know who we need.. we need and I know the Writers are going to really really struggle on this but um what about bringing but... JJ, Emily and Tara. OH WAIT THEY NEVER LEFT BUT SOMEHOW THE FRIENDSHIP BETWEEN THOES FOUR IS COMPLETELY GONE!!!!!!!!!BRING IT BACK! Or at least JJ and Penelope or please please after season 13 Emily just doesn't seem to like JJ any more. WHY?! GIVE ME A REASON AND MY FAMILY BACK.

Also Luke. Why is he even in the show? If your not going to give him much to do your just fucking us off. WE WANT LUKE WE WANT MORE LUKE.

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds spoiler #david rossi #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #tyler green #luke alvez #tara lewis #garvez

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eddies-puppet · 1 year

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𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚 | 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙚𝙞𝙙

Chapter 3: Bring In The Reinforcements

Warnings: None

Word count: 722

Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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Becca was the first to arrive at the BAU the following morning. This wasn't a huge surprise, as when she'd left the bar late last night, Emily had been on her way to the bar for more shots.

She'd managed to get a little sleep, but her damn body was still on London time and by five AM she got fed up of staring at the ceiling of her hotel room and had decided to get up.

She poured herself a cup of coffee and headed to the round table room, settling into the sofa at the back of the room, her legs pulled up beneath her. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she flicked absentmindedly through her social media while she sipped at her hot coffee, smiling at a photo of her sister and two-year-old nephew.

"Morning Becca." She looked up to see Matt had arrived, cradling his own coffee in his hands.

"Hey! How's the head?" She smiled.

"Not too bad thanks. I tend to know my limits more than the rest of them. Probably has something to do with dealing with five children with a hangover," he chuckled, sitting down at the table. "I'd expect some sore heads from the girls though!"

"Volume down please Mr Simmons," Garcia said, her voice gravelly, her eyes hidden behind bright pink rimmed sunglasses as she made her way to the table.

"Someone is feeling a little delicate," Luke chuckled as he sat down beside Matt.

The rest of the team trickled in over the next few minutes, with the exception of Emily. The eight of them huddled around the table whilst they waited for her, Tara giving Becca a recap of Garcia and Emily dancing on a table at the end of the night.

About ten minutes had passed before Emily arrived, silently taking a seat between JJ and Dave.

"Sorry I'm late," she said. "I've just got off a call with the detective who worked the L.A. murders. Tara and Luke, I'd like you to go and meet with him. Also try and spend a little time with any witnesses. We need to gather as much intel as we can. Reid, I'd like you to start working on the geographical profile. Becca will be able to help with the London cases," Spencer nodded, his soft eyes locking with Becca's across the table as she smiled at him.

"Matt, JJ, can you head into D.C. and meet with Detective Castro? She's expecting you." Matt nodded. "The director's made it very clear he wants this case solved, and he wanted it done yesterday, so I've called in some reinforcements." The team looked at her expectedly, not noticing the movement in the doorway.

"Hey," came a deep voice, causing everyone's heads to snap to the doorway.

"Oh my god," Garcia shrieked, running as fast as her heels would carry her before throwing her arms around the man's shoulders. "It's you! It's really you! You smell like hope, and happiness!"

"Hey baby girl," Derek laughed as he wrapped his arm around Garcia's waist, fist-bumping Luke with his other hand.

"Anybody want a hug from me?" Came a voice from behind Derek, another man stepping into view.

"Hotch," JJ grinned, jumping from her seat and walking towards him, hugging him tight. Becca watched on as the group greeted the two men, smiling as she saw the happiness on their faces. After a few minutes, they all regrouped around the table.

"Becca, let me introduce Derek Morgan and Aaron Hotchner. They both worked on the original murders, so I'm hoping that their knowledge of the case will help us. Guys, this is Dr Rebecca Harding. I worked with her at Interpol, and she worked on the London murders." The three nodded to each other in greeting. "Derek and Hotch are both here as a favour, so let's look after them," Emily smiled.

"May I suggest a little soiree at casa di Rossi tomorrow evening, once Tara and Luke are back from the city of angels?" Dave suggested.

"I mean, it wouldn't be the BAU without a visit to casa di Rossi," Hotch smiled, winking at Dave. The rest of the team nodded enthusiastically.

"Becca, how about you, do you have plans?" Dave asked.

"No, no plans. That sounds really nice, thank you," she smiled.

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takaraphoenix · 2 years

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Buffy?

Thanks for playing! *^*

3 male characters I love: SPIKE MY BABY BOY. Second's gotta be Oz I think, he is such a fascinating character, oh gosh. And third Giles, because I do love the exasperated librarian dad

3 female characters I love: BUFFY ANNE SUMMERS. My girl has the range, I adore her, she's one of the best lead characters ever, the SUFFERING she endured and how hard she worked for everyone and the world, uuurgh. Second, Willow, my lesbian witch idol, who also flawed and having gone through shit. And third is hard, because how does one decide between Cordelia, Anya, Harmony and Tara? *hoards them* ONE DOES NOT DECIDE *hugs them*

3 romantic ships I love: Spike/Buffy for sure, the growth, the complications, the enemies to lovers, the pain, the tension, the trust, the everything honestly, holy shit. Second would be Willow/Tara, I love them, when they were good, they were so good and I wish they'd gotten to fully rekindle after their break-up... Third one's harder, because I have more or less equal affection for all other ships - Cordelia/Angel, Xander/Anya, Xander/Cordelia, Wesley/Fred

3 platonic dynamics I love: OG Scoobies for the win, give me Willow-Xander-Buffy-Giles please. The heart of this show. Second is Tara and Dawn, the way Tara was always so gently watching out for Dawn and basically became her mom? Third is again a tough decision... Buffy and the non-OG Scoobies? I loved her friendship with Oz and with Tara and her dynamic with Cordelia that had the potential to be a great friendship if things hadn't gone so wrong

3 favorite moments in canon: Favorite moment is Spike cussing the Scoobies out after they threw Buffy out of her own house that was such a satisfying moment because he said everything I had already been spitting in my mind. Second goes to Spuffy just holding each other, while everybody else was going at it like bunnies, absolutely iconic. Third one, mh, can I take comic canon too? Yes, I can. Then I'll take the moment of Angel accepting Buffy and Spike's relationship and showing growth by wishing them the best

3 favorite headcanons: BISEXUAL BUFFY SUMMERS, FUCK CANON. Girl's been queercoded for too long to still be straight. Willow and Spike becoming good friends, that just means a lot to me too? Also, relatively newly acquired headcanon, Dawn becoming a nurse so she can bring something of her own to the Scoobies without being a fighter!

3 least favorite things about it: Seeing Red. Just that whole episode, throw it out the window. The character assassination of Amy, I just hate how out of nowhere and for no reason at all she's suddenly a magic-addict who has no problem getting Willow hooked and then straight up becoming a villain, that is just... Damn no. Thirdly the whiplash that Giles' approach to parenting gives me at times, I mean, damn, the way he is number one dad at times and then suddenly decides to leave for England when his daughter needs him the most? What???

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lyxchen · 2 years

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Okay so I have finished watching Heartstopper and it is Amazing!!!

I had a lot of thoughts and I wrote them all down. Anyone who wants to can read them but there are a lot of spoilers and it's a Lot of thoughs so I'm put them under a cut☆

(Nick carrying Charlie in the ocean is the picture that is shown to me when i click onto the show and isn't that a good start to this show ahdhdcyhfvdjs)

Episode 1:

Charlies phone lockscreen just being: [gay panic] very much mood i love

Also fuck you Ben

Charlie writes on his hand to remember stuff!!!!!

The way they don't show Nick at first!!!!!

I Am Squealing, this is so cute!!!!!

I also just want to say that Kit Connor is like The Perfect actor for Nick. He looks So Much like him and his acting is Amazing!!! (All of the cast os perfect, obviously)

Don't fucking wipe your mouth Ben???

He made it into a smileyyyyy

Fuck You Ben!!

Tao I love himm

But Nick Is a golden retriever!!

Tao immediately going to tell Elle about Charlie's crush is so sweet!!!

Ouu poor Elle :(

That art room looks So Pretty!!

Tori, Tori, Tori!!!!

Yo, how fast can Charlie run omg?!! (Nick is into that fjffccdh)

Nick's voice cracks my beloved!!!

The way Nick looked at Charlie at the end of that montage ahhhhh

Nick, Nick, Nick, I love you, I love you!!!!

Episode 2:

Yo that first scene was already so intense omg!!!

Ahhhg Nick cares about Charlieee

That whole entire chat converation was so good!!!!

Please Elle start being friend with them, they're gonna be so cool

Girl in red playing in the background, iconic!!!

Taraaa I love herrrr

Tara and Darcy are The Cutest!!!!

"Best gal-pals" fjdvdzds

NELLIEEEE

Oh wow, the snow actually stays on the floor for them? Lucky!!

Nick touching Charlie's hair all the time fjdvshsv

I do not like Nick's friends :|

A lil bit of misunderstanding is always needed in shows /sarc

"I'm too busy being the cool misterious new girl who everyone wants to hang out with" yass you go Elle!!!

Besties hugggg

Darcy and Tara not directly telling Elle that they're together is so funny!!!

Nick Cares About Charlie!!!

Ohhh gay gay gay gay gay /pos

The hand scene!!!!!

Nick wants to take Charlie's hand so bad it makes him look stupid♡

HUGGGFFGGG

Aww those picture they took in the snow are so cute!!!

He clicked enterrr

Episode 3:

62% Homosexual fbdvdjdv

Noo, don't cry Nick, it's okay♡

It's partyy timeee

Nick and Tara besties!!!

Tara knows, She knows!!!

Nick standing up to those shitty guys like you are amazing Nick!!!!

That scene with Tao and Elle was so sweet

Yes Nick go find your (boy)friend

DARCY AND TARA KISSS

He Took His HAND!!!!!

They are Still Honding Hands!!!

They are in the room!!! They are in the room where they're gonna have their first kiss I am not okay /pos

They kissed ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I wanna give Charlie a hug :(((

No, it's not the post man :3

Episode 4:

Ahhhh they kissed Againn

And they hugged

And Charlie comforting Nick!!♡

Yes, he forgot his goodbye kiss♡♡

The "hi" "hi" is a gay thing now

They are some cutiess

Darcy defending Tara I love her so So much!!!

All the couples in the show have so much chemistry, it's so cute!!!

Elle looks so pretty in that rugby game scene (they all look pretty Always but yeah♡)

Nick wiping the dirt off of Charlie's face!!!

No Nick, no why did you say yes?? I hate peer pressure, why can't all those guy just leave Nick alone??

Episode 5:

Interprative dance fjdvdussv I Adore Tao!!!

I hate that Nick is in such a situation :((

Of course Nick is good at bowling

They are So In Loveee

Handmade presents are The Best presents!!!

Kisskisskisskisskisskiss

Tao and Elle had a moment!!!!!!

I really like how Nick handled that situation with Imogen

I also like how Imogen accepted it like, they are besties noww

Episode 6:

Yess Nick join the bisexual clubb

Elle has a crush on Tao!!!!!

(Darcy has adhd I'm saying that right now!!)

Omg can all of those other girls just shut up??

Darcy trying to scare Tara and it actually working fidvdusv♡

Double Dates!!!!!

Darcy is so pretty hhhhh

Tao And Elle Are So Cute Together!!!!!

Triple Date!!!!!!

Can they please tell Tao already?

Ahhhhhghgggghhhhh Tara and Darcyyyyyyy♡♡♡♡

Episode 7:

All of Charlie's family cares so much I love that for him!!!

Char omg!!!! Nicknamesss

I love the little drawn sparkles whenever Nick and Charlie hold hands♡

Can Ben please just leave Charlie alone???

Tao's comebacks are the absolute Best, I don't know how he comes up with those!!!

Okay I'm changing my mind "hi" "hi" is just for being in love in general!!!!

Noo, why is everything falling apart?

I just want to hug Tao please let me hug him

Episode 8:

Tori is such a good sister :(

Nick and Tao talk beloved

Darcy, Elle, Tara best friends my belovedd

The sign for the 'Truham-Higgs-Sports-Day' is written in the same writing as 'heartstopper' is♡♡

Charlie running for Tao I love!!!!

Yessss Charlie standing up for himself

Tao and Charlie made up, thank you!!♡

Can Elle and Tao just kiss already please??

Nick walking off the field to go tell Charlie how much he likes him I can't- it's too cute!!♡♡

THE LITTLE HEARTSTOPPER LEAVES ON THE WALLS OF THE TRAIN!!!!

Yo that little scene in the photobooth was so cuteee

I want a releationship like them

The beach sceneee

They're boyfriends!!!!

The 'N' cup fjdvdussv

I love Nick's mom, I love Nick's mom, I Love Nick's Mom!!!!

Final thing I want to say: I love this show so much, it made me So happy, all of the characters are so sweet and anyone who read this entire thing and hasn't watched heartstopper yet, really should go and watch it!!!!

#some of these might not be completely understandable if you don't know what scene i was watching at the moment #but i am too lazy to add that i'm sorry #if anyone read this whole entire thing i am giving them a kiss on the cheek☆#i love love love this show a lot it's so great!!!!#heartstopper #heartstopper series #heartstopper spoilers #lea's random thoughts

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Pressure

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x reader

Warnings: Angst, arguing, tears/break down, mentions of being stressed from school, mentions of partying, mentions of alcohol/being drunk, a curse word or two let me know if i forgot something

Summary: After Emily becomes more and more distant, not seeming to care anymore about school or your relationship - and you decide to confront her

A/N: This was a request for my 200 follower celebration, from my lovely friend Iv @sweetprentiss who requested the following: “happy 400 again! can i request emily x reader, college au with angst and fluff!!!” So here you go Iv, thank you for this request and i hope you like it <3

Also a big thanks to my babe Jas @tsiamosley who helped me out with this one, ily <3

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You stretch out your arm to Emily’s side of the bed and you’re met with a cold mattress once again. You sigh and roll back over and pick up your phone, the time showing 2.36 am. Both you and Emily have class at 9, so you start to wonder when she’ll get home. This had become kind of a habit by now, you having dinner together but then she would leave. And every time you asked where she was going it was the same answer:

“I’m going to Jordan’s for a party”

“Me and Tara are meeting up”

“I’m just going out for a while, I won’t be long”

But the thing was, she was always gone for long. Coming home around 1 or 2 in the morning and not going to class the next day. So eventually you stopped asking, and saw how she just didn’t seem to care about anything anymore. Not about her grades and school or even about you and your relationship. As you settle down in bed again you hear keys jingling in the lock, the door opening and Emily tripping over a pair of her shoes as she walks in

“Damn it” you hear her whisper to herself

She walks into your bathroom and as she walks by your bed she whispers once again:

“Y/N babe are you awake?”

But you don’t answer her, you don’t have the energy. When you don’t reply she sighs and walks into the bathroom and closes the door quietly. As she has closed the door you stare into the ceiling, even though you can’t see anything in the pitchblack room. You just lay there staring in the dark and think. Think about Emily and how you want to help her, but don’t know how. You lay on your side again and try to go back to sleep, deciding on how to approach Emily and try to see why she’s acting the way she is.

When you get back in your dorm at 11 after your 9 am class - Emily’s laying in bed scrolling through her phone, looking like she just woke up. You put down your bags and pick up your books and laptop, getting ready to do the homework for the day. You sit down at your desk and start up the laptop and pick up one of the books, start reading and taking notes.

“Good morning” Emily suddenly says

“Morning” you reply, not looking up from your book

“Where were you?” she asks “you weren’t here when I woke up”

“Class” you reply shortly

“Oh okay”

You put down the book and look at her “Emily why aren’t you going to class anymore?”

“Not this talk again Y/N” she says and gets out of bed “Can you just stop being in my business? It’s getting annoying”

“I’m sorry that me caring about you is annoying” you say with a low tone

“Babe, that’s not how I meant”

“Well you said it” you say and turn back to your book

It’s quiet for a while, the only thing you can hear are the keyboards on your laptop as you type until Emily speaks:

“What’s with you anyway?”

“What do you mean what’s with me?” you ask

“I mean you’re always nagging me about class and stuff, like you always ask where I’m going when I’m going somewhere”

You put down the book and turn around to her again “It’s called caring Emily, I care about you that’s why I ask”

“Well I don’t need you to care, I can fend for myself”

“It’s not that easy Emily, you are my girlfriend so of course I care”

“Well you don’t have to!” she suddenly yells, and you’re taken back by her harsh tone

You’re not sure how to reply, so you stand up and start walking towards her where she’s sitting on the bed

“Em” you start “Are you sure you’re okay?”

She doesn’t reply, just lets out a quiet sob and you see how her body starts shaking. You walk up to her and crouch next to her:

“Can I touch you?” you ask gently and she just nods as an answer

You sit down next to her and take her hand and start rubbing circles on top of her hand, and you sit for a while until she shifts her position - hugging you tightly and sobbing once again.

“I’m sorry” she whispers

“It’s okay baby” you reply “But please talk to me, I’m here to listen”

She pulls away, looking down in her hands and sighs before speaking “It’s my mom. She puts so much pressure on me and expects so much of me, and I can’t handle it” her voice breaking

She collects herself before speaking again “So I decided to just give up, on everything. School, my grades and you, just to show my mom that she’s right about me - that I am a failure”

You place your finger under her chin and make her look up at you “Emily listen to me” you start “No matter what your mom says, you are not and will never ever be a failure”

“But I am” she protests “I just showed my mom that she was right, and I have been horrible towards you”

“None of that now” you stop her, you lay down on the bed and pat on the spot next to you and she lies down - and you wrap your arms around her.

“I’m sorry” she whispers again

“You don’t have to apologize” you say

“I do though” she replies “I have been a horrible girlfriend, when all you did was caring about me”

“Thank you” you say, and you lay in silence for a while, you stroking her back

“You will get back on your feet again” you say suddenly

“How am I supposed to do that?” she asks “I am so far behind in every class”

“I’ll help you”

She sits up “Really?

You sit up as well “Really” you smile at her

“You truly are the best girlfriend in the world Y/N” she says

“Well you’re not too bad yourself”

The both of you burst into laughter and lay down again, and you just lay there in silence - looking into each other's eyes. She moves suddenly and gives you a kiss, and you kiss her back.

“I love you” she says

“I love you too” you reply

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gumballavocadoharry · 2 years

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Third wheel dad:

Tara was so excited for her date with her crush Luke. Harry of course being the overprotective dad he is wasn't really excited, concerned and suspicious would be more fitting for him. Of course Tara didn't really tell her dad that her and Luke were going on a date, she was going out with friends and her "pen pal". But Harry had a gut feeling.

Tara showed up at the movies waiting for Luke who eventually came 3 minutes after her arrival. They bought popcorn and drinks and Tara bought some candy too. But Luke paid of course, since he was a gentleman. "What movie are we watching?" Asked a flirtatious Tara. "The blob. It's the 80s version which I heard is scary."

Luke noticed Tara looking nervous. "But don't worry, I'll protect you during the scary scenes." Luke said wrapping his arm around Tara. Tara blushed until she heard a familiar voice that practically made her jump out of her skin. "Tara! Babykins!" Tara turned around to her horror she saw.....her dad standing there waving almost making a scene.

Now Tara was blushing for another reason. "I'll meet you at the seats." She said leaving her drink and candy with Luke. "Dad what are doing here?" "Well I'd just thought I stop by and watch a movie myself. And I didn't wanna be at home all by myself so I decided to go to the movies too. After all they make the best popcorn." Harry said with a enthusiastic wink.

"Well that's great dad, but I'll be watching my movie with my friends and pen pal of course." "What movie is it?"

Tara choked. "Uh, you see my friend bought the tickets so I'll meet her in whichever auditorium haha."

"Why don't you text her? I have to parent approve the movie first." "Dad it's fine don't worry about it, you enjoy your movie."

Tara was already annoyed and embarrassed that Harry tried to ruin her date. She ran to the bathroom and pulled herself together before going back out. Harry wasn't there so Tara raced to the auditorium with the showing of the blob. Tara found Luke and sat down next to him. "Sorry about that. You know how dad's are." She joked. "Don't worry about it it's fine, I'm glad you made it on time." He handed Tara her snack and drink and put his in the cupholder.

The movie started and somehow by the force of nature and Harry's dad sense, he found Tara... and Luke and sat right behind them. All Harry needed was his daughters side profile to know that she was Tara and that her "pen pal" was her date. Which he didn't approve of. He gently tapped on Tara's shoulder and Tara glanced back and put her hand on her face. "This isn't happening." She said silently to herself.

"So....where are you're friends?" Harry whispered. Tara gulped. "I-I do-don't know."

"I think you do. They're at home and you're here with....him." Now Luke had turned around confused. "Let's just enjoy the movie okay dad?" Tara whispered. "We're going home now." Tara tried ignoring Harry but of course Harry wasn't gonna let it go. "And I hope you know this movie is R rated so that's another problem missy."

"Dad look I'm sorry okay! But I like Luke and he likes me.....at least I hope after tonight, so let's just move on okay?"

"You lied to me Tara. And you're too young to have a boyfriend and watch an R rated movie what had gotten into you?" "Dad please!"

Tara and Luke tried to enjoy the movie, but every time Luke made a move, Harry stopped it. "Keep your hands to yourself Mr touchy feely." Tara was already exasperated but tried to keep her cool. It didn't help with Harry covering her eyes or giving her bear hugs from behind everytime he thought something scared her. At one point, Luke and Tara thought Harry fell asleep so they cuddled up to each other and Luke was about to kiss her.

But Harry immediately pulled them apart and moved his seat and sat in the middle of them for the rest of the movie. Tara was beyond embarrassed. Afterwards, Tara thanked Luke for the date before storming off to the bathroom. It was a family restroom so that meant it was one stall which made it easier for her to lock the door. Harry of course followed her to bathroom thinking she went to the woman's restroom.

Luke was wondering around looking for both Harry and Tara. Tara motioned for Luke to come in the bathroom. Tara had mascara tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm so sorry our date was ruined. I had no idea." Luke took some paper towels and wiped her face gently. "It's not ruined. I liked spending time with you."

"I understand if you don't wanna see me again." "If course I wanna see you again. I really like you Tara and..... you're dad was just looking out for you, if I was a dad I would do the same it's just what parents do. But you're a good daughter Tara. Did you still wanna schedule another date sometime?" Tara wiped her eyes. "I would love that. How about next Friday?"

"Sure. Where'd you wanna go?" "Hmm, maybe a concert and dinner with stargazing after?"

"Sounds like a plan. See you then." Tara smiled. Luke leaned in and passionately kissed Tara on the lips. They kissed until they heard banging on the door. "Tara I know you're in there open up baby!" The couple looked at each other before giggling. They walked out with Luke waving goodbye having already had Tara's number in his phone and vice versa. "What was he doing in there?"

"Making me feel better after you completely humiliated me in front of him! You treated me like I was a little girl!" Harry looked at Tara before realizing she had been crying. "I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't mean to embarrass you. It's just....I have to protect you, what type of father would I be if I didn't?"

Tara nodded in agreement. "Come on let's go home." Harry looked at Tara looking down. "You know? I like that Luke guy. He's seems decent enough, and I guess I could lighten up a bit with the dates... so if you wanna see Luke then... it's alright with me." Tara looked up with happy eyes. "Really?" Harry happily nodded seeing his little girl so happy.

He put his arm around her and walked her out with a new understanding of each other.

#harry styles #dad!harry #dadrry #harry styles imagine #single dad harry #teenage daughter #first date #daddysgirl #daddy's kitten #daddy's little princess

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it-was-all-a-beautiful-dream · 3 years

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Silva Lining (Saul Silva x Reader)

Warnings: None

Word count: 1.4k

Prompt : So this just came to me after wanting so many Winx fics, Y/N is found in the woods by Silva, she’s a changeling like Bloom but she has multiple powers, he takes her back to Alfea where she will start her journey with the other students, however the time spent with Silva leads them to get attached to each other etc...... it’s gonna be a series.

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He had found you in the woods, crying, alone, next to a Burned one. A dead Burned one. That’s how your story started. Alfea was next on the list.

When Silva had found you, you were a runaway, no family left, no place to call home, a human… well he thought. Until you told him your “Magic powers” killed someone. The someone, being the Burned one. The powers, meaning you were a fairy who had been brought up in the mortal realm just like Bloom, but obviously you didn’t know that. To you, fairies were things of myths and legends, little girls bedtime stories.

That was a couple of months ago, just before school had started. After Silva had taken you to headmistress Dowling, she was shocked to learn there was another Changeling on earth, learning about your background, no family, no where to go, she offered you a place at the prestigious school for Fairies and you agreed, wanting to know how to use your abilities and more about where you came from. Part of you knew that even if you had said no, Farah wouldn’t have let you leave, having multiple powers wasn’t usual, at least it hadn’t been heard of in hundreds of years, she basically said she’d keep an eye on you.

Luckily for you, you got to grips with the place before all of the other students filtered back in for the new school year. You’d been put into a room that you would eventually share with 5 other girls, apparently one of them was a princess? You’d think being there before everyone else would be a little boring, but it wasn’t, you had Silva.

Since he found you that day in the woods you’d become pretty close, actually, really close. You confided in him when ever you needed someone to talk to and he even started giving you lessons on how to fight, hand to hand combat was never something a fairy needed to do, that’s what your powers were for, but he had promised that it wouldn’t hurt to learn a few nifty tricks. Between training with him, you’d also met Tara, one of the girls you’d be sharing a room with. She’d arrived early with her brother and dad. Her dad being one of the professors at the school. You got on like a house on fire, she quickly became your friend much to Silva’s annoyance, it meant that you spent less time with him, but he didn’t let you know that.

Tara knew everything there was to know about you. Where you’d been raised, about your past non-existent family life, the day you realised you had powers, multiple powers, and then the day Silva found your crying over a mound of burned flesh. You told her about the time you’d been spending with Silva, the lessons he’d been giving you, and it didn’t take her long to figure out just how much you liked him. She was all for it, even though there was a huge age gap. “The heart wants what it want’s, and to be honest, I think he likes you back.” That’s all she had to say on the matter. Did he? Did he like you back that way?

It was the day before everyone was due to arrive at the school. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You’d heard that there would be another girl from earth arriving too, so at least you weren’t the only one people would look at like a freak. You’d been having lessons with Headmistress Dowling, she was helping you practise and explore all of the abilities you had before you were thrust into classes, hopefully that would help you seem a little more ‘Normal.’

Also, you now knew Sky. Silva had introduced you one day when you were having your lesson with him. He was practically his son, which… was a little weird considering Sky was the same age as you, but it didn’t matter in the long run. You hadn’t known Sky long, but you knew that you would get on just like you did with Tara.

It kind of bummed you out that today would be the last day you’d get to train with Silva. He’d have to go back to being the strict soldier of a man he was, a teacher… your teacher.. long gone would be the carefree happy man you joked and messed around with openly when no one was around. It didn’t surprise you when you saw him angrily hacking away at a wooden dummy with his sword as you approached the outdoor training area. You frowned, maybe he was feeling as bummed out as you were. Or maybe you were deluded and his anger had nothing to do with you and the fact that you’d both have to stop spending as much personal time together.

“Oi, what did that dummy ever do to you hu?” You laughed as you sauntered over to the make shift arena. He looked up, his forehead beading with sweat, smiling at you as you approached. It was a smile that didn’t reach his eyes like it usually did when you greeted him. Yup something is defiantly wrong.

“Saul, what’s wrong.” He sighed and put down his weapon, leaning it against the now lop-sided dummy. He came over to you, putting his hands on your arms in a comforting way, something he did often. He liked to be close, touchy feely, it relaxed him.

“Well for one darling, you’re going to have to get used to calling me Mr Silva and not by my first name, and two, I’m annoyed that things will have to change when tomorrow comes. You won’t be around as much, i’ll be training the future of the army…” His thoughts wondered off, his hands still lingering at your sides. It confused you a little, you knew that you were miffed, but it was unusual for Saul to show his emotions so openly. Maybe you hadn’t realised how much he liked spending time with you. It gave you butterflies. In his daze, you moved his arms so they were more at your side, then moved in wrapping your arms around him in a hug. Your cheek pressed firmly against his chest. For a minute he was still, then he leant into it, his large arms coming around you and his chin resting on the top of your head. “Y/N, you know this is wrong right? If you feel anything like how I feel then it’s wrong.” He sighed and hugged you tighter. That confirmed it, he DID like you as much as you liked him. But to you it wasn’t wrong, and you knew he didn’t actually feel that way either. It was just wrong by societies standards. You didn’t care.

“No one has to know Saul, it’s no one else’s business okay?” He looked down at you sadly. You didn’t like the way he looked at you. You had a feeling, you knew what was coming next.

“Y/N, we can’t be together. Not while you’re a student and i’m a teacher. It goes against so many rules here..” Tears were pooling in your eyes, before they could drop, you felt Silva’s soft rosey lips collect them, kissing your face tenderly. “Please don’t cry darling, you know how I feel about you, but it can’t work, it won’t work…. by the end of the week, you’ll think of me as nothing less than just another one of your teachers.” This couldn’t be how the two months of you being with each other every single day ended, finally letting each other know how you feel and ending up with this outcome. It wasn’t fair. Life wasn’t fair. You wouldn’t stand there and beg though. One thing Silva had taught you was how to be stronger, since being found that day in the woods to now, you’d grown immensely, you weren’t as weak as you used to be.

“Fine, whatever you want Saul. But you also know how I feel about you and it isn’t going to change.” With all the confidence you could muster, you stood on your tip toes and looked him in the eyes, his grip on your waist tightened and you leant in, lightly taking the back of his head, your fingers dancing softly at the nape of his neck, and you kissed him with everything you had in you. They say when you meet your soulmate, you’ll see sparks fly, fireworks erupt, feel like you were floating. You didn’t have any of those. You had all of them and then some, when you opened your eyes you knew he’d felt it too.

But that’s where you left him, standing with his mouth slightly slack, staring at your retreating figure, the sky opened up, only to start crying with you.

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Please let me know what you think, as per usual if you want to be tagged let me knowwww in the comments. Please please reblog and like, follow etc.... I plan on making this into a series, because I love like magical, powers, forbidden love kinda shizzzzz <3

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fieryghxul · 3 years

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Margaritas, reunions and confessions. [a.h.]

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Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Warning(s): fem!reader – dom!hotch (well i tried) – last season’s spoilers – drinking – cursing – smut – unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it tho) – oral sex (fem receiving) – slight chocking – a bit fluff at the end.

A/N: hello everyone! this is super random but i came up with this in the middle of the night and i couldn't shake the idea out of my head. i am not a writer and english is not my first language so if there’s any mistake, i apologize in advance. also, this is my first hotch smut so i hope it’s good. enjoy!

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[March 14th, 2020. 8:30 pm.]

“I have to go but promise me that you’re going to stop thinking about work and that you’re going to have fun these days.” You heard the pleading voice of Penelope Garcia on the phone as you walked out of the bathroom.

“I promise. I love you and I’ll see you when I get back.” You smiled and you knew that she was smiling too.

“It’s a date, angel. Love you more.” And with that, the line went silent.

You put your cell phone aside and took a look at the open suitcases on the bed. You didn't have anything planned but you knew you have to go out to clear your head and relax, things at work have been very stressful lately so when Prentiss told the team about taking some vacation time, you didn't hesitate to get a ticket and get on the first plane you found.

And that's why you were currently in a hotel room in Santorini, Greece. Yes, it seems like a lot, but nothing you can't afford.

A few minutes later, you finished applying some mascara and lip gloss, and took a few steps back to stare at yourself in the mirror. The navy-blue self-tie slit dress hugged every curve of your body perfectly; you paired it with a pair of black heels and a black jacket, just in case it gets cold at night. After taking one last look and smiling slightly at the reflection, you turned to grab your bag and left the room, hoping to have a good night once you were out of the hotel.

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People flooded the streets and it was understandable, the night was really beautiful, there was a light breeze and the full moon was perfectly reflected in the sea. You have been walking for almost 2 hours, taking photos of almost everything and enjoying the night until you came across a bar, the word "cocktail" in the name of the place definitely caught your attention so you didn't think twice before walking into the place.

You walked to the bar and waited for the bartender to come up to you. While you were waiting, you could feel the back of your neck burning, someone was watching you but you didn’t want to deal with anyone yet, so you just ignored it, concentrating on reading the menu even though you already knew what you were going to order.

“Good evening, ma'am. Are you ready to order?” You look up from the menu, a brunette in her 20s is at the other side of the bar was smiling at you.

“Uh, yes, a margarita would be fine.” You ordered, mirroring her smile, and the girl gave you a little nod before walking away.

In the meantime you took your phone out of your bag and opened the ‘bau ladies’ group chat to send one or two of the photos you took a few hours ago with a “next time, i’m bringing all of your cute asses with me.” below them.

JJ was the first to reply, “oh my god, it’s gorgeous!”

Followed by Emily’s “look at that and some of us are still doing paperwork :( get drunk on my behalf please.”

You chuckled under your breath at her text and the margarita arrives just in time, “i’m on it, boss ;) isn't it a little late to be doing paperwork?"

Penelope replies next, “paperwork hahaha what a weird way to spell tara’s name“ and two “PENELOPE!” appear automatically in chat.

“you two are so obvious and spencer owns me 20 now.” You hit the send button before graving the margarita, taking a few sips of it. It takes about 3 minutes for your phone to vibrate again and you were about to answered but you are interrupted by the bartender.

“From the man at that table, ma'am.” She says placing another margarita in front of you and discreetly pointing at one of the tables that were on the patio of the place, you turned around but the only thing you see from the bar is his back. “Don’t worry; it doesn’t have anything weird on it.”

“Thank you...” The bartender walks away again and you stare at the drink, debating for a moment about whether or not to go and face the mysterious man. Fuck it. You decided before putting you phone back in your bag, forgetting about the messages and graving that and the drink before making your way to the table.

“Uh,” you cleared your throat once you reached said table, "can I seat here or are you waiting for someone?"

“Please.” He murmur in a low voice while gesturing toward the empty chair, indicating that you can sit down and a strange feeling of familiarity floods your body at that gesture. You shock your head trying to ignore that before placing your bag aside and sitting down in front of the man.

“I just wanted to thank you for the—“

The words got stuck on your throat and the world seemed to have stopped when you finally laid your eyes on the suited man that you thought you'd never see again.

Holy shit.

You stood still, a part of you fearing that if you moved he might disappear. Your face probably showing clear signs of confusion and shock as Aaron Hotchner sit right there in front of you.

He still looked serious and intimidating, his gaze reimaging cold to those who didn't know him and you remember all of those times you teased him about being a robot, there were times when you actually managed to make him laugh.

Yet at the same time there was something different about him. There was a different glow around him, he seems more relaxed and you could see it in his expressions, even in his posture.

“Hello, Y/N.” Hotchner said, voice still low but strong enough to bring you back to the present.

“Hey.” You said, still processing the fact that he was here with you and in the most unexpected place. “I, uh, it’s been a long time.”

“Almost 3 years.” He said before taking a sip of the glass that rested on his hand, you assumed that it was scotch.

3 years in 6 months, 13 days, 1 hour and 65 seconds. Give it or take.

“Almost, yeah… so what are you doing here?” You asked, “I mean, you were more a city type of guy.”

“I still am, Y/N, but Jack and Jessica insisted on me going on a little vacation because apparently it’s been a while since I had some ‘me-time’.”

Your face light up a bit at the mention of the kid, Hotch noticed it. “How’s Jack? I can barely remember when the last time I saw him was was but he must be so big now.”

“He’s 14 and almost as tall as me.” A smile appeared on Hotch's face, he didn't used to smile a lot and you thought it was a bit normal considering the work that you two shared, but those times that he did you used to felt butterflies in your stomach. Still do apparently. “What about you? What are you doing here? I mean, you were more a city type of girl.”

You chuckled softly when you heard him repeating your words and you shrugged slightly, “I'm having some vacation time, it's rare to have free time at the BAU, you know? So when you do, you take it without thinking twice.”

“How’s the team doing?”

“Good. We're working on some things, going through a few changes, the usual I guess.” This time it was you who drank, taking a long sip of the margarita that was still in your hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Do you want to hear me talk about it?”

“Of course, unless, do you have somewhere else to be, Y/N?”

“Not anymore. We might need a few more of this though.” You pointed to the drinks on the table and flashing him a smile, catching a glimpse of his before calling the bartender and ordering another round of drinks.

And then you started talking, Hotch listening carefully to every word that came out of your mouth. You started with the cult that kidnapped Spencer and Garcia and then launching into the saga of the Everett Lynch a.k.a "The Chameleon", you mentioned how Emily is now shortlisted to be the next FBI director and how she would name JJ as the next unit chief of BAU unit, but that remains to be seen; you also talked about Garcia leaving the team to work in Silicon Valley and Hotch noticed the sad tone in your voice when you mentioned that but in part he was happy that everyone was moving forward with their lives, making new decisions and following different paths. You continued with Spencer being a consultant and teaching at the same time and finished with Rossi getting married again then talking about retirement but not fully doing it.

“That’s because Rossi’s never going to retired.” You and Hotch said in unison, laughing after noticing that.

“A lot of things had happened then.” He said, not very surprise and titling his head to one side, you nodded mutely. “But you forgot of someone, Y/N.”

“I did?”

“Yes, you. What about you? How are you?” He asked, his tone of voice changing to a concerned one.

“Oh… I, uh, I’m good.” You began but more hesitant this time, “I will never get used to the changes but its part of life so I just have to suck it up and live with it. I don’t have an outer motive yet so I'm not leaving the BAU, that's for sure. I always knew that that's where I belong and I can’t even bring myself to think about other options.”

“You have always been an important asset to the team, Y/N. The BAU is still lucky to have you.” Hotch said, still sounded like the boss but you didn’t comment anything out loud about it. Instead, you smiled kindly at him and both went silent after that, staring at each other every now and then and finishing the rest of your drinks. It was a comfortable and familiar silence, one of the many that you two used to share while working together in the office or in the long nights in the jet after finishing a case.

Your gaze swept over the bar, noticing the few people that was still there and the employees staring to clean up the place. You took at deep breath, pulling out your wallet.

“Well, Hotch, this was fun. Unexpected but fun.” You left some money under your empty cup, paying for your part of the drinks and Hotch did the same thing. “I should get going now, so—“

“Let me walk you over to your hotel.” He cut you off, grabbing his blazer from the chair and turning to look at you.

“Hotch you don’t ha—“

“Please, Y/N. I insist.” He said and his voice serious once again, just like when he used to get too bossy with the team but with a smile that contradicted that tone and you couldn’t say “no” to that.

“Alright, Sir. Let’s go.”

You grabbed your things and started walking out of the bar, Hotchner walking behind you.

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The walk back to the hotel was shorter than you thought; maybe it was because you were so focused on Hotchner and the small talk that you stopped paying attention to your surroundings.

“Thank you, Aaron.” You murmur while grabbing the room key from you bag, “But you didn’t have to come up here though.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

You could tell he wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to do it and it doesn't feel good to pressure him, so you settled for just smiling at him.

And in that moment, standing in outside of you room and looking closely at him, you realized how much you missed him. You didn’t admitted that out loud after he left the BAU, you couldn’t do it because you also never fully admitted your feeling for him. Partially it was your fault, feelings were never your thing and you were afraid of what might happen if you confronted him about it so looking for excuses and reasons to not doing it always seemed easier.

For a while you truly did believed that it was just a stupid crush on your boss, something temporary, until the days turned into weeks and then months, years even, but then… he was gone.

You couldn’t really blame him for that though; he had a good reason for leaving so suddenly.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Hotch finally mumbled.

You looked at him in confusion, “For what?”

“Leaving.”

“You did it to protect Jack; it was the right thing to do.” You reassure him with a smile, you unconsciously took his hand in yours. He didn’t pull away. “Don’t ever apologize for keeping your son safe, Hotch.”

“I know, choosing to be a full time dad to Jack is something I do not regret. It was something that we both needed it, especially after everything that happened with Haley.” You gulped at the mention of the name, remembering how devastated he was after her death. He took a deep breath, “But what I am trying to say is that I am sorry I didn't came back to you or the team, I should at least have called to let you know that we were fine but I got so caught up with the mundane life that it was a little too late by the time I realized about everything I left behind.”

To you.

Those two little words echoed in your head as you look at those chocolate eyes that used to drive you crazy without knowing it. You noticed that he was even closer now, slightly towering over you. It’s now or never, Y/N. You thought to yourself before speaking.

“I waited for you. I never told anyone but for a whole I waited for you to come back, hoping one day to see your demanding self in an expensive suit walking through the BAU doors again but deep down I knew that eventually I had to let you go.” You let out a breath that you didn't know you were holding until now and smiled sadly, “That was easier said than done considering that I never stopped thing about it, about you. Because the true is that I loved you, Aaron. Maybe I still fucking do… but I doubt that this makes any difference now because maybe you never saw me in the same way that I saw you or just because it’s a little too late now.”

You finished and Hotch frowned, probably processing what you just admitted to him. He was silent for a few more seconds and you took it as your cue, letting go of his hand and turning around to open the door of you room. “I had an amazing night, thank you. See you around.”

But before you could even step foot in the room, you felt his hand grabbing your wrist and your chest hitting his. The next thing you knew after that was that his lips were on yours.

Aaron Hotchner was fucking kissing you after admitting your feelings for him.

He pulled away before you could react properly, keeping his eyes fixed on yours; this time he looked at you in a way that you had only fantasized about until now, there was love and lust on them and you could feel it, just all those feelings that you tried so hard to keep locked in the deepest part of you.

And that's all you needed before grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and kissing him again, in a matter of seconds you two were inside the room. His lips were warm and the kiss quickly turned into a desperate one once the door was locked behind you, you could already feel yourself melting in his arms.

You didn’t even realize how it happened, but in one quick moment you were being totally pinned against the door with Aaron holding you by your thighs as your legs were wrapped around his waist. The position was now lifting your short dress, leaving your thighs even more naked but you didn't mind considering that now you could perfectly feel Aaron's hand caressing your hot skin. You move your hands from his shoulders to his chest, undoing the buttons of his shirt and stripping him off it, dropping the piece of clothing somewhere in the room. As you were doing that, he broke the kiss and moved his lips to your neck, nipping and teasing the area just under your ear, turning you into a moaning mess almost immediately. The sounds being like music to his ears.

“Aaron , please.“ You moaned, this was good but you need it more. You needed him.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” He asks, slightly biting the skin of your neck and you bite your bottom lip.

“Please, Sir. Fuck me.” You let out, noticing a sparkle in his eyes that you've never seen before and that only turned you on even more.

“Since you ask so nicely…” He said before walking to the other side of the room where the was a big bed in the center of it, Aaron kissed you lips and put you down in front of him, his hands moving to the zipper of your dress. “Are you sure about this, Y/N?”

“You’re kidding, right?” You asked and Aaron stares deeply at you, the sudden seriousness on his eyes making you gulp. You nodded.

“Words, Y/N. I need words.”

“I’m sure of this, yes.”

“Yes, what?”

Fuck, he was hot.

“Yes, sir.”

He bent down, his hands working on your zipper as he whisper “Good girl.” in your ear and you bite your lip once more, muffling down a moan.

He finally pulled down your dress, tossing it onto the floor completely and leaving you with only your red lace underwear; you weren't wearing a bra tonight, so you were much more exposed to him than you thought. He took one really good look at you before throwing you onto the bed, knocking the breath out of your lungs. Guess that we’re done playing around.

He kneels down on the bed, moving your legs with his knees and positioning himself between them. His hands are caressing your legs again, making their way up to the sides of your body and he leans in, kissing you again, your hands flew up to grab his hair, eagerly responding the kiss. You didn’t care how needy you seem right now, you’ve been waiting year for this, fantasizing about it, and now you had it, not really knowing for how long and that only gave you more reasons to enjoy every second of it.

“You know?,” Aaron began, his lips leaving yours and making his way down your neck, placing kisses all over your skin, “if I had know about how much you wanted me, I’ve would done something about it earlier.”

“Yeah?” You asked, arching your back as he bites one of your nipples gently, his other hand working on the other one.

“I would've pinned you down on my desk and take you right there on the office, baby. Not caring about anyone who could hear us.” He casually said, like he thought about it before and you moaned. You definitely thought about that particular situation too.

When he finally reached the place where you needed the most, he stopped and you were about to complain but Aaron shut you up by grabbing your ankles and yanking you down the end of the bed. He kneels again, parting your legs a bit more, placing one of your legs over his broad shoulders and kissing you inner thighs, slowly making his way to your soaked panties.

“I barely touch you and you’re so wet for me already?” Hotchner asked teasingly, rubbing circles with his thumb on your clit but over the fabric before taking a hold of them and ripping them out. And with no more words, Hotch held both your legs open and buried his face between them, making you moan in a matter of seconds.

He swept his tongue over you pussy swiftly, tasting my arousal first and groaning again your skin. A shiver ran through you as he stared circling your clit with his tongue and then moving down between your folds before going up again, alternating his speed and pressure.

When you thought that it couldn’t get better, Aaron proved you wrong by teasing your entrance with one of his finger and looking up at you, locking his eyes with yours. He wanted to see your reaction. You try to maintain the eye contact as he slowly started pumping his finger in and out of you, curling them an hitting the right spot, a string of cursings leaving your mouth.

It didn’t take much for your legs to start shaking around his head, the knot forming on your lower stomach.

“I’m- fuck, I’m close.” You breathed betweens moans and just when you were about to reach your high, he pulled away.

“Hold that thought, sweetheart.” He shortly kissed your mouth and you tasted yourself in his before he got up off bed, his hands immediately went to unbuckle his belt and now you took your time to watch him. From his messy hair, to the red marks on his shoulders caused by your heels -oops- and then stopped at the large bulge formed in his pants, you groaned at the sight of that.

Fuck, he is big. God, if you weren't so desperate to feel him inside you, you wouldn't hesitate to drop on your knees and start sucking him.

“Do you like what you see, sweetheart?” He asked with a smirk on his face while taking off the rest of his clothes.

“Just fuck me already, please.” You begged and he positioned himself between your legs again, but he was hesitant. “Hotch?”

“I don’t have condom on me and I doubt that you have one, Y/N. I’m clean but if you—”

“I’m clean too and on the pill so don’t worry.” You smiled at him and gave a little nod.

And apparently he was as desperate as you because at all at once, Hotch took grip of your hips and pushed inside you. You immediately arched your back, moaning loudly in both pain and pleasure, your hands grabbing the sheets at your side. You were surprise that you didn’t ripped them apart yet.

“Fuck, Hotchner.” You screamed and he didn’t move for a few seconds, letting you adjust to his size. He really is big.

“You’re so thigh, baby.” He moaned in your ear, the raspy voice sending shocks straight to your core. He was capable of making you cum by just talking.

That’s how much power he had.

And then he finally started moving, pounding in and out of you slowly at first and working his way up, picking up a pace that had you both groaning and moaning.

“F-fuck, Y/N. I love hearing you scream my name.” His lips attacked your neck again and you threw your head back against the pillows, giving him all the space that he needed to play with your neck. And he took this as a perfect opportunity to sneak his hand around it, squeezing under your jaw around enough for your eyes to roll back in total pleasure as you instinctively wrapped your finger around his wrist, holding him in place. You didn’t expect him to be into chocking but you were definitely not against it.

“Harder, S-sir. Please.”

“You’re taking it so good, just like I expected it.” He growled, pulling away enough to look at the whimpering mess that you were right now, his hand never leaving your neck as he pounded even harder into you with every word. “Calling me ‘sir’ and everything, I didn’t even had to ask you to do that. You’re such a slutty responsive whore for me, aren’t you Y/N?”

The sudden dirty words coming out of your ex-boss’s mouth did nothing but to turn you on even more, if that was possible at this point. You weren’t able to form a proper sentence so you limited to nodding and moaning his name. He didn’t like that.

“I asked you a fucking question, sweetheart, answered it.”

“Y-yes, I am, S-sir.” You chocked, the knot on your stomach forming once more and by the way that his pace flickered you knew that he was close too. “I’m close, Aaron.”

“Then cum for me, baby.” He commanded, continuing his thrusts and you were already oversensitive from his earlier work so it didn’t took you long before you started clenching around him.

“Fuck, Aaron.”

“Say it louder, Y/N.”

“Aaron!” He bottom out inside of you again and you moaned loudly one last time as your body reached its limit, hitting your climax with every nerve in you tired body.

“That’s a good girl.” He said between moans, his dick twitching softly as he release himself inside of you with one last and hard thrust.

He let go of your throat but didn’t’ pull out immediately after that. His breathing was a little erratic, his lips were red and swollen, and there was a thin layer of sweat all over his body. He looked disturbingly hot.

Of course he did. He’s Aaron fucking Hotchner.

It was as if these last 3 years had never existed.

Neither of you said a word as he slowly got up and walked into the bathroom of the room to grabbed a wet towel to clean you up, doing the same thing on him before putting back his boxers, you didn’t have the strength to grab your clothes so you just put the sheets of the bed on top of you, covering you nudity.

“Oh, sp now you’re shy?” He snorted, chuckling softly and you smiled.

“Shut up and come here.” You patted the bed and he didn’t hesitate on laying next to you, wrapping his arms around you. You felt safe, like there’s was nowhere else you rather be in that moment.

“Thank you.” He whispered after a moment breaking the silence, his face resting on your shoulder.

“For what?”

“For all of… that.”

“You’ve always have such a ways with words, Hotch.” You chuckled as you looked down at him. “Thank you for ordering my margarita in the first place.”

“It was a pleasure.”

“It really was, wasn’t it?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him in a playful way.

“How long are you staying here, Y/N?” He finally asked and you let out a tiny sigh at the question.

You knew you weren't here for a long vacation and neither was Aaron, you two have your lives outside this room , but being here now felt so good and peaceful. So… right. This, also, was probably a one-time thing, something that was destined to happen eventually, no matter how long it took.

But you didn’t want- no, you couldn’t face the fact that you may have to let him go again. Especially not after what just happened. I mean, how could you?

And little did you know that Aaron was feeling the exact same thing.

“Enough not to have to worry about it right now.” You answered with a shrug while your fingertips trace invisible circles on his back.

“Good. I can live with that, for now at least.” And then he broke the comfortable embrace by getting up and out of the bed, you furrowed you eyebrows and he extended on his hands towards you, “Come on, let’s take a shower so we can sleep properly.”

“Yes, sir.” You took his hand, getting up with his help and trying your best not to limp as you made your way to the bathroom, “By the way, where are you staying while you’re here?”

He turned around at the question, pulling you closer to him and softly kissing your lips before using a more serious tone to say, “In the room above this one.”

Of course he was. You thought while you watched as he began to prepare the bath for the both of you.

Funny how destiny works sometimes.

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