You blearily slap at the alarm clock. If it wasn't for you having a sponsored cooking stream planned, you wouldn't be up at this at such an ungodly hour. What made it THIS early was that it was with Brookeab, across town.
"What's with the noise?" Imane groans, sitting up as you stand up.
As the blanket falls from her breasts, you couldn't help but smile.
"What?" She asks sleepily.
"I'm no better than a man." You giggle.
"What..." She trails off as she follows your eyeliner. "Oh you perv. I love it."
You quickly lean forward and latch onto her right nipple. Teasing it with your tongue for a moment before bitting down on it. You pull back when she gasps.
"Gotta get ready and head over to Brooke's" You tell her as you get up from the large bed.
"You bitch." Imane pouts, rubbing her sore nipple. "Teasing me."
You pause at the door. Looking back at Imane, you give her a mischievous smirk. You stalk back to the bed, keeping your eyes locked with hers. She cutely licks her lips.
As soon as you get within reach, you grab a fistful of her curly hair. It was delightfully messy from sleep. You firmly, but gently, hold her head in place.
"For that 'bitch' comment...." You put. "you're not allowed to cum. Not until I say so, You can touch yourself all you want. But not cum. And to make sure that you behave..."
You reach past Imane to the other form in the be. But you jerk back when you hear an unexpected voice.
"Touch, but not cum, got it." The voice says quietly.
"Ti...Tina?" You stammer. "What're you doing here?"
"You were half asleep." Imane says. "I guess I should have made sure that you were more awake."
"I asked if I could crash here." Tina says as her head emerges from under the covers. Rae and Leslie were being... enthusiastic. And I was lonely."
You had met Tina a few times over the course of the two months you had been living in L.A. You knew how lonely she had been. She had her friends. But, there seems to be a distance between her and her roommates. Especially Rae and Leslie. You knew that there was something between Rae and Leslie. But you don't understand why she didn't go to the other roomies, Miyoung and Yvonne.
"That's fine." You assure both women. "But where's Aria?"
"Here." You hear a muffled voice say.
Looking down towards the source of the voice, you only just notice an Aria shaped lump between Tina's legs. You suddenly really don't want to do the cooking stream. Your pyjamma bottoms feel even tighter than they did a moment ago.
"Aria, stop." Tina struggles to keep the moan from her voice.
"Shut up and focus on cumming." Aria commands.
"Well, y'all know what to do, then." You end your statement with a smack to what you assume is Aria's ass.
"You'll pay for that." Aria hisses.
"Put it on my tab." You say, launching out of the bed and towards the door of the bedroom.
You shower, shave and style your hair, to show off the one sided undercut you are sporting. You smell coffee as you leave the bathroom to go back to the room you share with Poki, Once in, you pick out a pink blouse, pair it with black slacks and your slip on shoes. You notice that all three women weren't in the bedroom now.
You then grab the camera, tripod and spare battery that you use when you do your extremely rare irl streams. It was something that Poki had insisted you do. If for no other reason than you can have videos when 100Theives do group activities. Or when you do things with OfflineTV or any other streamers.
Even though you were technically part of 100Theives, your contract said that you couldn't directly compete against the company in gaming competitions. Which you didn't have any interest in doing anyway. While Valorant and the like were fun to watch, they weren't the type of games you enjoyed playing yourself. You mainly just had to make sure that you had at least half of the people in any ttrpg that you run are from the org.
The campaign that was your test run was a success. You weren't as satisfied with your performance as your table was. They had all gotten choked up when the patron had sacrificed herself during the final confrontation with the BBEG. And had cheered when the final stream of the campaign eluded to more things to come.
As you make your way to the kitchen, Poki comes out with your favorite travel mug.
"I'm sorry again." She says as she hands you the mug. "I really should've made sure that you were awake."
"It's ok, Poki." You assure her. "It threw me through a loop. But I like Tina. And wouldn't mind her in our bed more often."
"Are you sure?" She asks. "I know that you like routine."
"Yeah." You reply. "I mean, I wish I got more heads up. But it's fine. You were there. And I trust you."
"I trust you too, baby." She blushes.
"Can I hug you?" You ask.
"Of course." She says as she opens her opens her arms. "You don't have to ask every time, you know?"
You move into her arms and wrap yours around her waist. You breathe in her scent. Tina being in your bed unexpectedly like that had thrown you. It made you uncomfortable to wake up to someone in your bed without you knowing how they got there. But you didn't lie to Poki. You trusted her completely. And her scent comforted you.
"I know." You say with a smile. "But I like having your consent."
"Alright, lovebirds." Aria says as she exits the kitchen with a brown bag. "You have a stream to get to, y/n."
She hands you the bag. You look in it. It was a grilled cheese. One of your favorites.
"Thank you, Aria." You say, unsure of what else to say. "Thank you. But you do realize it's a cooking stream, right?"
"Yeah, sure." She looks at you with a knowing expression. "That's what it is."
"Um..." You look between the women. Poki had a smirk. "I already told my audience to expect a stream today."
"Well, that's a thing about being a streamer." Poki says.
You gaze at the pair. Confused would be an understatement.
"You're saying that Brooke wants to fool around with me?" You ask.
Imane fixes with an affectionate expression. She cups your cheek.
"My, love," She says. "in case you failed to notice, you're a hottie."
You blush at her declaration. While you had started feeling more confident in yourself since you began dating Imane, you just couldn't wrap your head around why her, Aria and now Jodi had any interest in you. But you decided to so your best to ignore that insecurity in favor of taking Imane's words at face value.
"Take my car, babe." Imane says, handing you her keys.. "I haven't driven it in a few days. So it could use being ran a bit."
"Sure thing. I love you, Imane." You say to her while kissing her. Without thinking, you lean to Aria and give her a kiss as well. "I love you, Aria. See ya, Tina."
You turn and leave the two shocked women looking after you. They look at each other.
"Did they just say they love me?" Aria asks her friend while blushing.
"They did." Imane replies. "What do you think?"
"I think I love them too." Aria says with a smile.
You climb into Imane's car, start it up. And stop all movement as your mind catches up to your mouth.
Shit. You think to yourself. Did I just say that I love Aria?
I mean, I do.
But that isn't how I wanted to tell her.
Glancing at the clock in the dash board tells you that you don't have time to go back in. And certainly don't have time to have that talk with the woman.
I will have to talk to her later. I can't just leave it for too long. Especially if she doesn't feel the same.
You pull out of the driveway and head to Brooke's home. Excitement boils inside of you. You were about to have more one on one time with yet another famous, and incredibly beautiful, streamer. Granted, it was on a stream, you were still fairly sure. But no one was going to be physically there other than the two of you. Imane wasn't going to be there to help you.
"Buckle up, buttercup." You say to yourself out loud. "Like Imane says, I'm a baddie. A bad bitch. If Lud was here, I would vote him out cause I'm that much of a bad bitch."
You chuckle for a few minutes, thinking about the good old Among Us days. While you had missed being there for those streams, you saw some of the videos from that time.
You stop at the store for a some simple stew ingredients. Just in case something happens with what Brooke had planned.
It takes less time than you thought to pull up outside of Brooke's home. It was an incredible apartment building. You get buzzed in.
When you knock on the door, your jaw drops as Brooke answers the door. She's wearing the sexiest lingerie that you've ever seen in person. The dark blue against her pale skin provided an amazing contrast. Her long blonde hair framed her face and shoulders.
"Hi, y/n." She says while looking at you through her eye lashes. "I just have to finish getting dress."
"Y-yeah." You stammer, trying not to stare at her body. "Great. Awesome."
She leads you towards the living room.
"Kitchen is in there." She tells you while pointing. "Help yourself to drinks and snacks."
With that, she leaves you in her living room. You take the time to compose yourself.
What is with this friend group having such a high concentration of gorgeous women? You think to yourself.
You spot a food container in the kitchen from your spot in the living room. Even though you knew that you shouldn't, your curiosity gets the better of you. You approach the container and open it.
Chicken tendies? You laugh. Babushka.
You continue looking around the public areas of the apartment. Even after living with Imane, visiting Jodi, Michael and Lilly, you're amazed at how well big streamers live. So much luxury compared to what you're use to. The entire apartment you shared with your parents could fit in the first floor of Brooke's. With room to spare even.
The furniture was more of the types you'd see on TV or in magazines. Modern lines. Various whites, grays and blacks. While it wasn't your style, it was beautiful. Much like the women in your life. Beautiful, modern women. You weren't complaining about the women. But the furniture and decor could better reflect you at Imane's.
You wouldn't dream of telling Imane that, though. Not after she had spent so much time building her life. Then taking you in like she did. Loving you like she does. You owe her so much. She deserves to have the home of her dreams.
"Let's get this stream started." You hear from the stairs.
Brooke's outfit consisted of a white top and khaki shorts. It was incredibly cute on her. Her hair was now in pigtails. She had gone simple and natural with her make up.
"You looked great, Brooke." You could smack yourself over your own lameness.
"You don't look too bad yourself." The bombshell winks at you.
"Do you mind if I set up my camera somewhere?" You ask, trying desperately not to embarrass yourself. "My audience is looking forward to seeing a bit of irl content."
"Yeah." Brooke looks a little dissapointed. "Over here should be good. Doesn't show my camera, but can still show enough of the action."
You smile at her. Then quickly set up your camera. Then you set up your laptop on a safe section of the counter that looks far enough away from the main action. But close enough for you to read your chat.
"Ready?" She asks as you straighten back up.
"Yeah." You reply. "Starting stream in 3, 2, 1."
"Hey guys." Brookes says to her chat, that seemed a little empty at the moment, especially compared to yours. "I got something special today. You all remember y/n. They've agreed to do a cooking stream. What do you have in mind?"
"Um..." You look at her in surprise. "I thought you had planned on making some spicy tacos of some kind."
"Yeah." She replies. "Turns out it was more complicated to make those than I originally thought."
"Good thing I stopped at the store on the way here." You say in a slightly exaggerated voice, to help make it seem like it was planned. "I have all of the things to make a simple but yummy stew."
Brooke looks impressed at both your forethought and your help.
After a while, you both are laughing as you cook. You guide a bit in what how she preps the veggie portions, while you take care of cutting and searing the meat. Once everything was prepped and in the pot to, well, stew, Brooke pulls out some baking supplies.
"Maybe we can make some cupcakes while the stew does it's thing." She suggests.
"That sounds great." You tell her.
You had to check yourself from admiring her beauty a few times already. Now, with a bit of sweet on her forehead, the way that she twirls around the kitchen, you find yourself staring at her with a smile on your face. She's so easy to be around. So chill and willing to joke and act a fool.
Before you even knew it, it was time to end the stream. You feel a bit sad, knowing that it would signal the end of your time with Brooke. And you didn't want to leave yet.
"I'll see you all later." You tell your chat. "Next time, I'm thinking about going over more creatures from the Monster Manual. Check it out. Until then, keep it fantastic, keep it interesting and, as always, may all your rolls be nat twenties."
You shut off your stream. Turning to look at Brooke, you're shocked to see her sitting at the table. Her shoulders were shaking.
"Brooke?" You nervously call to her, not sure what you should do. "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry." She says as she tries to gather herself.
"Why would you be sorry?" You ask. "I thought we were having fun. But..."
She turns to look at you. Her eyes were already red from crying. You immediately act on instinct. You approach her.
"No!!" She almost shrieks. "Don't, please."
You pull her up into your arms. Hugging her tightly, you begin petting her hair.
"It's ok, Brooke." You attempt to soothe the woman. "What ever happened, it's ok."
This causes her to break down to open sobs. Her hands grip your upper arms, holding you to her. You feel her tears soak through you blouse. But you couldn't care less about that. All that matters is the woman breaking down in your arms.
You aren't sure how long you stand there. Nor do you know when you move the two of you to the living room to sit on the couch with Brooke in your lap. But eventually, she calms.
"Do you want to talk about it?" You softly ask.
"I always considered myself straight." She whispers into your shoulder. "But, then I met Tina."
"All of those tears is over your sexuality?" You ask. "Being attracted to who you're attracted to isn't a bad thing, Brooke."
"It isn't just who I'm attracted to." She admits. "I hurt her a while back. Bad."
"How?" You feel conflicted between wanting to be there for the woman in your lap and wanting to defend your friend.
"I slept with Emma." Her confession was so quiet, you almost didn't hear it. "I did it just after her, Tina and I did a cooking stream. I ignored Tina wanting to hang out after. I blew her off. And she was in a bad spot. Rae and Leslie had just gotten together. And it made Tina so lonely."
"Tina doesn't strike me as the type to hold a grudge." You tell her. "I'm sure if you talked to her, she would understand. And forgive you."
"You don't understand." She spits. "She needed me. And I just left her alone, here in the living room, while I had great sex with Emma. And the guilt has been eating at me ever since."
She leans back and looks you in the eye.
"I didn't invite you here for a cooking stream." She tells you. "Imane told me how attentive you are. I was hoping that I could distract myself. I am attracted to you. And I know you're a good person. But I was going to use you to distract myself from doing what I did to Tina."
You look into Brooke's eyes. Searching for any sign of her lying. Seeing the pain, the guilt, you make a decision. You pull out your phone and dial Tina's number.
"What are you doing?" Brooke asks, whipping her eyes.
"Calling Tina." You say.
"What?!?!" She yells, shooting to her feet. You can't. Not after what I did...."
You shush her just before Tina answers.
"Hiya, y/n" She says cheerily, sounding much better than she did that morning. "What's up?"
"Hey, Tina." You greet. "I'm going need you to come over to Brooke's. No. Not me. Brooke needs you to come over."
You stare at Brooke as you speak. Trying to tell her through your gaze that this is needed.
"Is everything ok?" Tina asks with a worried tone. "Is something wrong with Brooke? I swear, if anything happens to her, I don't.... I don't know what I'll do without her."
You manage to read enough of her tone to switch your phone to speaker. Hearing Tina's tone makes Brooke look from the phone to you and back.
"Brooke is fine." You assure the woman on the other end. "But, well, I just think it's something best done in person."
"Okaaayyyy?" Tina still sounds concerned, but confused as well. "I'll be right there. See you soon."
"I'll be here when you get here."
You set your phone down on the coffee table in front of you. You then give Brooke your sternest look.
"What you did was bad." You tell her. "But what makes it bad is that what you're doing is not only hurting Tina, but yourself. Don't let your fear dictate your life. Trust me. I spent most of my life being a coward. Such a coward that I didn't start to live until I met Imane. It was her that convinced me to even try."
"I never tried to have a relationship. I was terrified that no one could love me. And now, I've gone from a nobody living with their parents in St. Louis to living in L.A. with someone who isn't just famous and wealthy, but beautiful, kind, funny and generous."
"I went to some dark places in my fear induced isolation. Depression and loneliness led me to some bad spots, emotionally and psychologically. Don't let yourself go any further than you already have."
Brooke stares at you. Her eyes were still filled with tears. But now they also showed you....something. Was that hope? Appreciation? Some combination?
She moved to where you now stood. Hesitantly, she wraps her arms around you. You return the hug. You hope you can convey that you have faith in her. And that you'll be there regardless of how things with Tina and her turn out.
"Thank you." The blonde woman whispers.
A knock on the door makes you pull away from Brooke. You take the initiative and answer the knocking.
"Hey, Tina." You great the Asian woman.
She offers you a smile that only slightly reaches her eyes. Her expression conveyed concern. So you step aside, allowing her to enter the apartment.
"You two need to talk." You tell them. "I'm tired of people dancing around issues when a simple conversation can fix so much. Remember that you're friends. And that you love each other. I'll....Be in the kitchen."
"Can you stay in here?" Brooke asks.
You look at Tina. She looks confused. But nods at your silent question.
"Alright." You say. "Let's sit down. I'll stay out of the way unless you actually need me to speak up or do something."
The three of you sit down around the living room. Brooke takes a seat on the couch. Tina sits on the love seat and pulls her feet up to her. And you sit in a chair off to one side.
"Are you okay, Brooke?" Tina asks, concern and sympathy evident in her tone.
"Yes, but no at the same time." Brooke admits. "There's a few things I have to say to you."
"You know you can tell me anything, Brooke." Tina tells her. "You're one of my best friends."
"And you're my BEST friend, Tina." Brooke takes a deep breathe. "First, I have to say that I'm sorry."
"Sorry for what?" Tina looks confused by the apology, not expecting to receive one.
"For when I slept with Emma." Brooke's voice was quiet and wavering. "I shouldn't have left you in here like that. With everything that's been going on with Rae and Leslie. And before you try to say that you forgive me, you should know why. Not that I'll ever try to excuse how terribly I treated you."
Tina gets up and rushes over to sit next to Brooke. Brooke flinches as Tina takes her hand, but keeps her eyes cast down to the floor.
"I know, Brooke." Tina lets out after holding a deep breathe for a long moment, causing both you and Brooke to focus on her. "If you're not comfortable telling me, you don't have to. I can see why you'd fall for her. She's awesome."
"What?" Brooke suddenly grabs hands as she turns to face her friend completely. "No. I like Emma, She is awesome. But that isn't why I slept with her."
"Then, why would you?" Tina stares at the blonde, trying to read her friend expression.
"Because," Brooke takes another deep breathe to steady herself before continuing. "Because I'm in love with you, Tina. But I was afraid. It was part of the reason Mason broke up with me. He could tell that I wasn't really in love with him. But you instead. He wasn't mad. He really does love me. But would would rather me be happy."
Tears are streaming down her cheeks as she continues speaking, Her entire body is shaking with the intensity of her emotions. And she stares at Tina with fear and adoration.
"I slept with Emma because I thought I could get over it if I slept with another woman." She says. "I thought it might just be a desire to try being with a woman. But it isn't working. I'm in love with you, Tina. Every single time I've tried with someone else, all I could think of is that it isn't you. I'm so sorry that I hurt you. And I understand if you're not comfortable around me anymore. If you never want to...."
Her words are cut short as Tina surges forward. She crashes against Brooke's lips with her own. Her small hands cup the blonde's face as she pulls back.
"I love you, too, Brooke." Tina confesses. "I think I have been since we met. I forgive you. And I want this. I want to be with you."
You stand as silently as you can. Deciding against getting your stuff for the time being, you make your way to the door. Your hopes to leave the pair alone is cut short when Tina's voice calls out to you.
"Y/n, wait." She says in a stern voice.
You turn to face her. As you do, you see their faces are bright and smiling. Tina, who had been tearing up during Brooke's confession, now was openly crying with joy as she approaches you.
"How did you know?" She asks.
"I didn't know that you felt the same." You admit, looking at your feet. "She told me just a little bit before I called you. I'm sorry if it wasn't the right thing for me to do. But it felt important somehow. And I really didn't want to be in the middle of it. And I didn't want your friendship to end because of a lack of talking, ya know?"
You tense when you feel her move into your space. But relax slightly when she wraps her arms around you.
"Thank you." She pulls back to look into your eyes. "It's a conversation that should have happened a long time ago. And thanks to you, we get to have it."
With that she pulls away completely. Then turns and returns to the couch. Brooke looks at you, a large smile graces her beautiful face. She nods at you and says, almost beyond your hearing, "Thank you."
You nod in return. Then you all but run out of the apartment. Your feelings were a swirling mess.
On the one hand, you were thrilled for them. But on the other, you felt that you had had some sort of connection with Brooke. The strength of the feelings caused a small spike of anxiety. The only thing that you knew would help you was waiting for you at home.
The drive did help you some what. Giving you something to focus on. But you needed to get home. To see Imane.
You barely even put the car into park when you arrive home before practically throwing yourself out of the car. You dart into the house. You lean against the door as you close it.
"Let the calmness take root. Let the calmness take root." You begin the mantra that Imane had started all those weeks ago.
"Are you okay?" Aria's voice cuts into your panicking mind.
You feel her take your hands. She guides you to the couch. Once your seated, she slides in behind you. And the coaxes you to lay down. She wraps her arms around you and begin to pet your hair.
Almost instantly you begin to feel better. You both remain silent as twenty minutes pass.
"Do you want to talk?" She asks in a soft voice, almost as if she were of sending you into another spiral.
"It was a lot of feelings." You say. "In an unfamiliar place. And with people that I'm not as close to."
"Do you want to be alone?"
You shake her head in the negative. Feeling comforted by her presence. Her scent. In a way that only Imane has been able to do for you.
"Imane is shopping right now." Aria informs you. "Do you want me to call her to come home?"
"No." You roll over to face her on the couch. "You're helping a lot. I meant what I said earlier. I love you, Aria."
"I love you, too." Her smile is as bright as the sun.
"Did you know about Brooke and Tina having feelings for each other?" You ask the woman as you pull a blanket off the back of the couch to throw over you both.
"I knew that Tina had feelings for Brooke." Aria tells you. "But not the other way around."
"Turns out you were at least kinda right." You snuggle into her. "She was planning on seducing me. But I didn't realize until the stream was over. She hadn't even really meant to stream. She was hoping to distract herself from Tina. Then confessed."
"And that's when you called Tina?" Aria begins filling in some of the gaps she had of the events.
"Yeah." You close your eyes, pulling your part of the blanket over your head.
This was one of your favorite ways of dealing with your meltdowns, especially when it's caused by overstimulation. It helps to shut out sights and light. Thus removing a stimuli.
Aria's warm body also helps. Your combined body heat soon brings your cocoon to a comfy temp. Her natural scent is complimented by some of Imane's body wash and lotion, making an pleasant smell. All of this soon calms you and allows you to drift off to sleep.
About thirty minutes later, Imane walks through the door the groceries. She takes in the sight of Aria's head being on the arm of the couch, the rest of her is covered with the blanket with what is obviously your body curled into hers.
"They must really be comfortable with you." Imane whispers with a smile.
"Are you sure?" Aria whispers back.
"They've only had a few bad meltdowns since they moved in." The Moraccan streamer explains. "They usually do this if they are feeling overstimulated. And they've refused to do that with anyone but me. They said that even their mother didn't get this treatment."
"Are they okay?"
Aria had forced herself to remain calm during your meltdown. But she also was terrified. She had never seen you in that sort of state. She didn't really know what to do. Just acted on instinct.
"Yeah." Imane assures her, kneeling down next to the couch. "Sometimes, they just get overwhelmed. Depending on how much they're overstimulated, they might just stim. But if they're covering themself like that, it means it was pretty major."
"Tina and Brooke." Aria informs her. "Apparently it was mutual."
"Oh." Imane looks at the lump in the blanket that was your head. "They'll be fine. Are you comfortable?"
"As long as I can help them, I am." Aria says as she tightens her grip on you. "I'm in a comfy position. And if this is what I can do for them, it's worth it."
You begin moving under the blanket. Soon you stick your head out from under the blanket.
"Welcome home, Imane." You smile up at her.
"Hey, baby." Imane leans in to kiss you. "Are you feeling better?"
You nod as you sit up.
"Sorry, Aria." You say to the woman that you just crashed on. "I should have talked to you about that before you see me like that."
"It's alright." Aria grabs your hand, stopping you from leaving the couch. "You have nothing to be sorry about. I'm more than happy to be your weighted blanket."
You lean over to her. Cupping her check, you look into her eyes.
"I love you, Aria." You say again. "If I have a meltdown that's too much, just tell me. I don't want to be a bo...."
"No." She tells you sternly. "It will never be too much. I got a little scared. But not enough to turn me away. This is just one part of you. Sometimes I start getting super self conscious. It can spiral. But our friends have been helpful. And I am in love with you. This is something I can help you with. And you can help me. That's part of having a relationship."
The two of you share a kiss. It wasn't sexual. It was just an expression of love.
You can deal with anything if these two wonderful woman were with you.