#Final Part

[writtenbyan-aries]

when is the last part for that colby babysitter coming out girl im impatient more like excited damn

Cravings Between Us

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FOUR [final]

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mature confrontation, kissing, biting, scratching, hair pulling, oral (both), unprotected sex, creampie, general filth

Word Count: 2.8k | unedited

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As your phone lit up with a call from Colby, there was a knock on your door.

You had their kids, so you couldn’t run and hide. You took a deep breath, walking over to the door and opened it.

You didn’t say anything, what could you say, really?

Vanessa just stares at you, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I was going to, last night when you came over. But then you beat me to the punch saying what you said.” You swallow, “It probably doesn’t mean anything, but I really am sorry, Vanessa.”

She shakes her head, “You don’t need to be sorry.”

You pull your head back slightly, “What? I’m sorry, I don’t-“

“Can I come in so we can talk?”

You motion, “Vera just went down for a nap. Caden is about ready to take one.” She nods, “That’s fine, gives us time to talk about everything.”

You were waiting for a slap to the face, her rage to get the best of her, something.

You stay silent, waiting for her to start the conversation because you honestly have no words, no clue on even what to say.

“So, let’s just, I guess, address the elephant in the room, shall we?” She looks at you as she sits down on the chair by your counter and you nod once.

“So you slept with my husband.”

“I did.” You feel a chill run over your body, “and again, I’m so-“

“Stop, saying sorry. You should be saying you’re welcome, because I need to thank you.”

You laugh, “Sorry.” You shake your head, pressing your lips together, “That’s not, funny. I shouldn’t be laughing, uh, what.. exactly do you mean you should be thanking me?”

She takes a deep breath, “I didn’t want to accept it, at first, but our marriage was over a few months after me having Vera.” She looks out of the small kitchen window and sighs, “I love Colby, he’s the father of my children, but I guess I’m not.. in love with him.”

“I, um. I tried getting him to talk to me. The night you came home. I asked him if you guys were okay, and he said he something about wanting to be, but he wasn’t sure.” You cross your arms, “I didn’t.. this sounds bad, but I didn’t want to ruin your marriage.”

“Honey, you didn’t ruin anything. Colby and I did by letting it fizzle out. I always had a feeling he loved the kids more than me, which I mean, I guess is fine, normal, they’re our kids, but I was always pushed to the back burner, and I didn’t realize I was doing the same to him until I was halfway through fucking that guy at the airport.”

You nod, “Right, yeah.”

“I wish you would have told me last night, that way I could have just faced it head on instead of running away and looking like a coward.” She laughs, “Oh my god. I was a mess for absolutely no reason.”

“I wanted to tell you. I was going to, I argued with myself for a solid two minutes before finally setting myself on doing it and then you went and dropped your bomb and I was like whoa, okay. Not the time.”

“I get it, and I’m sorry for coming over like that. It’s just, I really do like you, y/n, and I know I should be mad at you for screwing my husband, but I just can’t help but think that you were put in our lives to make us realize that we needed to finally just pull the trigger and get everything over with.”

You nod, taking a deep breath, “So.. with all of this, I assume I need to start looking for a new job?”

She furrows her brows, “Why would you want to do that?”

“Be-cause I slept with your husband?” You look at her confused and she sighs, “I know Colby is going to eventually move on, and to be completely honest, I think you’re the best person he could pick.”

You were so confused.

“So- wait..” you shake your head, “Sorry, I’m just, really confused right now.” You laugh slightly, “So you and Colby are divorcing?”

“Correct.” Vanessa nods, and you nod, “Okay, and you’re saying that it’s okay for Colby and I to be together?”

“Right.” She nods again and you stare at her, “Can I ask.. why? I mean- you’re just really calm right now, it honestly kind of scares me.”

She laughs, “To be honest, when Colby told me he’s been seeing you, I wanted to come over here and have a whole different conversation with you, but he reminded me that I did the same exact thing, the same exact night you guys did and we agree that it kind of made us even, so we just agreed that splitting up would be for the best.”

“I’m.. actually in shock.” You laugh, “Like this is actually kind of unbelievable.”

“Y/n. When Colby and I first got married, I would lay awake at night and think about if Colby and I were to divorce when we did have kids, would he pick someone that would love my children like they were her own?”

“I mean, I would probably think that, too.” You shrug and she nods, “you.” She points, “Are the literal definition of who I wanted Colby to pick, I mean, minus the sleeping with him while he’s still married but hey. I didn’t, too, right?”

You stare at her, unsure of whether to laugh or run and she laughs, “I know it’s probably too soon for jokes, but you can laugh.”

You let out a small laugh and nods, “Yeah, right. Okay.”

“I kind of knew there was something up with the way he was acting at that dinner party for Ana. I wanted you to meet Damien just so I could really confirm it was jealousy or not.”

You press your lips together, “I just- I should have stopped and told you right after the first night and I will always be sorry. I know you said you look at this like something else, but I still feel bad.”

“And that’s okay. But just think, you helped me see that Colby and I can finally be who we want to be. We don’t have to mold ourselves into something we aren’t for the other person anymore.” She smirks, “And honestly, I don’t blame you. Colby is hot, but sometimes, that just isn’t enough, you know?”

You nod, “Yeah.”

“are my kids still sleep?” She leans up and looks over into the living room. You walk over, nodding as you look at her, “Do you want me to wake them?”

“No, no.” She shakes her head as she stands up, “I’m going to go over and pack a few things. I booked a hotel room for the next two days, so I can just kick back and reflect on everything you know?”

“Yeah, yeah.” You walk her over to the door and sigh, “I’m sorry, I have to ask this. Are you sure that you’re okay with everything? I just don’t want to wake up tomorrow with my tires slashed or anything.”

“Y/n, if I wanted to do that, I would have just went right into it. I’m a grown woman and I know that having maturity about a situation is the best thing you can do. I also appreciate you keeping it together because I don’t think I could have talked to you while you were sobbing.”

“I think it’s the shock, you know. I expected something totally different.”

She laughs, giving you a nod, “Well, I’m going to go. Give the kids a kiss for me. If you need me, text me. Please don’t call.”

“Got it.” You nod, closing your door as she walks down the steps. As soon as you close it and rest you back against it, there’s a light knock and you let out a sigh.

You turn to open it, stopping when you see Colby, “Hey.”

“Hey.” He smiles, “I figured I’d give her some space.”

“Are things really okay?” You ask and Colby nods, “It was a mutual decision, considering we both cheated on each other on the same night.”

“That’s.. sorry I just..” you shake your head, “Come in.” You step out of the way and he walks in, “How was the talk?”

“I’m actually, surprised that it went as well as it did. She said she wanted to thank me for making you guys realize that your marriage was done.”

He raises his brows, “Yeah, she was pissed at first, but then I told her that I was pissed because she did the same thing to me and we talked, for two hours we just sat and talked and it was actually really weird because I can’t remember the last time we did that.”

You nod, “I bet it was nice, but how- how do you feel?”

He shrugs, pulling you into him, “I can do this without worrying anymore.” He presses his lips to yours and you wrap your arms around his neck, kissing back.

He smirks against your lips, “She said you’re really good for me.”

“She told me that I’m the definition of who she imagined you being with if you ever got a divorce.” You laugh slightly, “I just, this whole thing.. I was expecting screaming and crying and getting hit across the face.”

“Vanessa can handle conflict really well, it’s scary.” He laughs, “But now we both and just take a deep breath and find who we’re really meant for.”

“Might take some time though, right?” You tease and Colby shakes his head, “Not for me it won’t.” He pulls you back in and kisses you again, “My mom said she’ll take the kids tonight, so you and I can talk.”

“Colby.” You smirk, “You know we can’t just do that.”

“That’s the point.”

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You wait by the door, standing there in one of you lingerie sleep dresses.

You seen Colby’s headlights pull into the driveway and you bite your lip, resting your hand on the couch and leaning against it.

You heard the knob turn and you put on a smile, shifting your weight to your one leg as it opens. Colby stops, raising his brows, “What’s this?”

You shrug, “Just thought I’d slip into something more comfortable while you were gone.”

“Oh, I see.” He bites his lip, closing the door behind him, “Are you comfortable?”

You shrug, walking up to him, “I’d be more comfortable if I was on my back upstairs in my bed.” Colby smirks, nodding his head as he walks over to set the bag of food down on the counter, “I got us dinner, but that can wait until after.”

You smirk, racing up the steps to your room, Colby following close to you.

His hands are on your waist as you reach the top, pushing you against the wall across from you. His lips attack yours as he his hands slide up and down your body, gripping and kneading at your hips.

You slide away from him, pulling him with by his hand into your room. You walk backwards to the bed, sitting down before your hands move to his belt, “Let’s get you a little more comfortable, yeah?”

He nods, “Please.”

You pull his belt apart, unbuttoning and zipping down his pants before shrugging the jeans down his thighs.

He bites his lip, watching as your hand brushes over his already hard cock that’s being restrained before his thin boxers.

You slide his boxers down, leaning in to press a kiss to the head of his cock. You stick your tongue out, leaning down to lick up under the underside before wrapping your lips around him.

He groans, his hand pushing your hair out of your face, “Fuck, baby.” You work your tongue, around the tip before slowly bobbing your head up and down.

“Oh, shit.” Colby’s knees buckle as you suck, groaning loudly as his fingers gather your hair in his fist, “Just like that, baby.”

You pull back, resting the tip on your tongue as you look up at him.

“Oh my god.” Colby runs his hand over your head, “you are so fucking sexy.” He bites his lip, “Keep going.”

He slightly pushes his hips forward and you push your head down, slowly working at taking him into your throat. You squeeze your eyes shut, keeping your breathing steady as he enters.

“O-oh, fuuuck.” Colby moans, “That’s it.” He retracts his hips, slowly pushing them forward, his cock returning to the place it just was.

Your hands grip his thighs, humming around him lowly.

“S-shit.” He pulls your head back, “You keep doing that and I’m gonna cum.” He smirks, nodding towards the bed, “Get up there.”

You crawl backwards, eyes on him as he steps out of his pants and moves to lay next to you, “Come here.”

You move to straddle him, leaning down to press your lips to his. His hands slide down your back, gripping your ass and he smirks, “No panties? Fuck, you must have really wanted to talk, didn’t you?”

“So bad.” You mumble against his lips, “I’ve been needing to talk to you.”

Colby smirks, pecking your lips before pushing you to sit up, “Move up here.” He grips your thighs, “I want to eat that sweet pussy of yours.”

You bite your lip, nodding as you move up to straddle his head. His hips pull you down and your hands fly to grip the headboard, “Oh fuck.”

His slides his arm up around your hips, his hands gripping your thighs as his tongue works over and around your soaked cunt.

“Fuck, Colby.” You tilt your head back, one hand moving to tangle his hair around your fingers as you moan loudly.

His lips wrap around your clit, teeth gently nipping which causing your thighs to twitch, “Fuck!”

You pull on his hair which earns a groan from him. You gasp as you slowly grind down, “Fuckfuckfuck!”

Colby holds you tight, tongue pushing in and out of you as he guides you through your orgasm. You pant, whining out before his grip loosens.

You fall over, lying down and looking up at Colby as he rolls over on top of you, “You taste so fucking good.”

His lips crash onto yours, swallowing your moans as you taste yourself on his lips. You both pause the kissing, gasping together as his cock slips into your cunt.

Your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him into you more. His lips resume moving with yours, moaning deep as you swallow his cock fully, “Fuck, baby. You feel so good around me.” He bites your lip, pulling it out before letting it slap back against your teeth.

You sink your nails into his shoulders as he pulls out, thrusting back in which ears a gasp from you, “Shit.”

His threats pick up quick, slamming into you as he attacks your neck to paint little purple marks all over the skin, “tell me how good it feels, sweetheart.” His voice is low, “fuck, I need to hear you.”

“Feels so fucking good, baby.” You moan, “So fucking good, i-I’m already so close.”

“Come for me, baby.” He presses a kiss to your jaw, “Wanna feel you come undone around me.”

Your walls pulsate around his cock, moans ripping non stop from your lips as his thrusts guides you into that sea of pleasure.

Your nails drag up his back, face buried in his neck as you moan over and cover again.

“God, you sound so beautiful.” Colby pushing himself up, looking down at you as he watches your face twitch with constant pleasure, “You are so beautiful.” He leans down, lips on yours.

“Where do you want me?” He whispers against your lips, “You have me right there, baby.”

“Don’t stop.” You whimpered out, eyes locking onto his, “Don’t stop.”

He nods, groaning lowly as his thrusts turn sloppy, “Fuck, fuck.” He looks down at his cock slowly going in and out of you, pushing in fully as his cum fills you full.

“Fuck.” He breathes out as he lays down next to you, reaching over to lay his hand on your thigh. You roll over, your head resting against his chest, “I really do love you, Colby.”

He drags his fingers up and down your back, “I love you, y/n. Since the day I first met you.”

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Here’s your happy ending! Thank you so much, I really didn’t expect this to turn into a little mini series, but I appreciate all the love! 🖤 I love you all, and I’ll catch you in the next one!

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[thevoidstaredback]

Every man has his breaking point. Danny's is just a bit higher than everyone else's because he's a king and has a high tolerance for absolute bull shit. No matter how strong that bar is, though, one can only bend so far before snapping.

Unfortunately for everyone around him, Danny has reached his breaking point.

"I wish I could get drunk," he stared into his drink longingly, "Or high. But mostly drunk."

"Why do ya say that?" Billy asked, tilting his head curiously to the left.

Danny sighed, "It's a long story."

"I've got time." he shrugged.

"Are ya sure?" Danny raised an eyebrow. "You don't think any emergencies are gonna crop up? Nothing you'll need to go take care of?"

Billy backed off a little, folding into his seat. "What're you talking about? I'm just some kid on the street. I ain't going anywhere."

Danny rolled his head from side to side. "Mostly, I'm talking about the JL meeting the both of us are gonna skip out on tonight."

"What-?"

"C'mon, Captain, it won't do to talk here," he stood, picking up his coffee and waiting for Billy to do the same.

Billy's eyes narrowed as he looked Danny up and down. "I don't recognise you," he whispered, "Who are you."

Danny produced another calling card from his sleeve as he sipped his drink, holding it in front of himself but not handing it over. When Billy was looking at it, he flipped it over. The white background turned matte black, all the runes in the Ouroboros turning so white that they glowed. The DP in the very middle tinted blue, pulsing with toxic green energy, slightly cold to the touch. The edges started to frost over.

Quickly, Billy pulled the card Danny had given him before from the inner pocket of his jacket. It, too, had changed to match the one Danny held, though there was no longer a DP in the middle. Instead, it said 'Phantom' in fancy calligraphy.

"No way," the kid muttered, his expression awestruck, "Phantom? That's you? No shit?"

Danny chuckled, tucking the card away again, "No shit, kid. Don't tell anyone, though. You're the only one who knows."

"Really?" he squeaked.

"Really."

***

Having someone know his whole story was refreshing, just as he's sure Billy felt good to have someone know his, too. That didn't stop him from feeling bad about dumping it all on the poor kid.

"I still wish I could get drunk," Phantom lamented."

Constantine looked up from the book he was reading. "You can't get drunk?"

"Nope."

"How'd ya figure that one out, kid?"

"Please don't call me a kid."

That's not good. The blond marked the page before setting the book to the side. Phantom had never actually asked him to stop calling him a kid. "What's wrong?" He didn't normally do the whole 'feelings' things, but the was an exception.

Phantom sighed long and sad. He didn't look up from the carpet. "I told you they were going to ask invasive questions."

"Who was it?" It was more of a demand then a question.

"Red Robin,"

"Red- I thought you would've skipped town when we were done there? I sure as hell did."

"I know you did, but I decided to stick around for a bit. Wander, y'know? Red Robin caught up to me and would leave me alone."

Oh, oh no. Those were tears. Were they? Yeah, shit, they are! John is not equipped to handle this!

Phantom sniffled. "He asked me how I died."

Fuck.

John Constantine is not easy to anger. Sure, he gets tired, and irritated, and a whole slew of emotions, but he is very slow to anger.

Phantom, he knows, is not a child. The ghost can very much take care of himself in basically every way one could think of. He saved the world on his own, several times, when he was fourteen. He became a King and Protector when he was fourteen. He died when he was fourteen.

Right now, all he could see was the child who hadn't ever been properly laid to rest. It was hard not to call Phantom a child when he seemed so small, seeking comfort from anyone. Phantom was crying. He'd retreated to the House and locked himself in Constantine's room, only talking when he was ready to, but he'd waited to cry.

Phantom didn't like crying. Every person in the JLD knew this.

No. John Constantine is not quick to anger, but he is scary when he reaches that point. Batman might be the night and vengeance and all that shit, but John Constantine was wrathful.

He sat beside Phantom and let the ghost lean into him and cry. He didn't like dealing with feelings, but this was a child in need of comfort and he was the only one around to offer it. "Do you really want me to stop calling you 'kid'?"

A sniffle and a small head shake. "No."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"...sure."

"How old are you really? As a ghost, not as a human or a halfa. How old are you?"

"Fourteen." he mumbled, "I'll never be any older than fourteen, John," he was getting a bit hysterical now, "I'll never be any older than fourteen! I-I died and-and now I have to rule and-and people keep asking and no one believes me and-!" A sob cut him off, heavy with grief and wet with tears. He cried for hours, giving up on trying to form words. Constantine let him, ignoring the wet patches on his shirt. Eventually, Phantom's sobs died down into hiccups. "I didn't...I'm- I'm sorry."

"It's alright, mate," he meant it, really and truly.

Phantom rubbed his eyes, "I'm gonna go hide somewhere."

"Not gonna share where?"

"No, I want to be alone for a while." He paused at the door, "Whatever you're gonna do, will you leave Captain Marvel out of it?"

Odd request, but, "Alright," he nodded, "I'll talk to the others." And by 'talk', he means lecture. There are boundaries that one shouldn't cross, and not asking the dead how they died should've been obvious! With his League issued communicator, John called an emergency meeting in one hour, required attendance, barring Captain Marvel. First things first, though, he needed to talk to Deadman.

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[straows]

Garden injuries p.3

—In which you find yourself missing your garden. <<part one, part two

A/n: This is probably going to be my last part, but anything after this that is related to this prompt/mini series will be just like stupid little blurbs, yk?

Sighing in relief, you wiped the sweat from your brow. You’d just managed to change the bandages on your leg, and that by itself was a workout.

It was irritating. You felt useless. Your only job was to tend to the garden— but he’d given that to some half pint, half assed little man. You didn’t like that little man, he let some flowers die.

And while having Sukuna’s affections and favor toward you was nice— you missed being special— being valuable for that reason. You knew the garden and everything it needed. No one else knew. No one took care of it like you did.

And while you were glaring at the wall, a pissy pout on your lips, you didn’t notice walking in, only to pause and stare at you. His eyes narrowed and it was like he tried to read your thoughts.

“What’s on your mind, brat?” Sukuna sat down a bowl of meat and fruit— thankfully not human, and just grilled chicken. Sukuna had tried that once, but when you’d figured out what it was— before eating it, you screamed and screamed and screamed at him. It didn’t matter if he threatened you, you were appalled.

Lessons were learned.

You’re not a cannibal.

Blinking from your trance, you look up to Sukuna, eyeing the frustrated frown on his lips. “What’s the matter? Eat.” He poked the side of your head and finally nodded in satisfaction when you did eat.

“You’ve replaced me.” You huffed, before gladly choking down the food. Being critically wounded in the leg would do it to a person. You’ve found yourself much more hungry and thirsty now a days. Maybe it was just having to deal with Sukuna’s energy. Or how he had his fingers or face shoved up your cunt 24/7.

“What are you on about now? If anything, I’ve raised your status. Of course, you’ll almost be as powerful as me when I make you my queen.” He grinned when he heard your heartbeat pick up. Oh he loved knowing the effect he had on you.

“Ok, but, now all I do all day is sit around and watch as your replacement ruins the garden.” You turned away from him, glaring outside the large open window and down at the garden.

“You’re still mad about that?” Sukuna rolled his eyes before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling back into him as he sat. Your back rested on his chest and his knees were propped on either side of you.

“Yes.” You melted back against him nonetheless. His warmth always had you relaxing into him.

“You don’t want to be my queen?” Sukuna’s voice dropped a level, his eyes turning to a narrow glare.

“What? No. I never said that.” You turned your head to look at him so fast it gave you whiplash. “I just don’t like that some man is touching my garden.”

Sukuna wordlessly raised a brow, looking both amused and unimpressed at the same time.

“Your garden, hm?” Leaning in, he pressed sweet little kisses all along your neck, before promptly biting down on your shoulder, deep enough to actually draw a bit off blood.

“Ow! Hey— that hurts!” You tried to push him off by his forehead, hissing at the sting when he finally pulled away. “You are so mean.”

“You’re the one letting power get to your head. Calling it your garden, human you truly are something.” Sukuna grinned away the wound, happy with the way he could see each teeth mark imbedded into your kiss. The little pricks of blood giving him a level of satisfaction he’d never admit.

“Well— I- whatever.” Scoffing, you crossed your arms and looked back out the window.

“Seeing you so upset over something so trivial is quite amusing.” His arms tightened around you, and your scowl deepened.

“When will my leg heal?” Ignoring his comment, you tilted your head back to peak up at him.

“Hopefully not for a long time. I enjoy having you here like this… having to lean on me completely.” Sukuna just bit into your cheek. Grinning, almost smiling, when you whined and pulled away.

“Stop biting me! I’m going to have bruises everywhere. The servants look at me weird— and your concubines??? Where have they all gone?” You side eyed him, only for him to scoop you up and sit you on a table. Your legs dangling from the table.

“I don’t need them. Unfortunately for me, you’ve infected my brain like a little parasite. Well, humans are parasites, yet you seem to be my favorite.”

“How are you so mean but sweet at the same time?” You sighed, only to glare out the window again.

“You are impossible to please, woman. I will give you the garden, as long as you swear you’ll be my queen once you heal.” Sukuna pulled your face back over to him, his hand coming up to hold you cheeks.

Your eyes widened and a big smile pulled at your lips. “Really?”

Sukuna just sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Then yes! I will.” Pressing a kiss to his lips, only to pull away when he moved to take a step away.

A shit eating evil little fucking smirk on his lips, “of course, if you said no I’d still make you my queen and would flay the earth ‘til you said yes, but I am glad you did.”

You could only roll your eyes, “Anddd you ruined it.” Sighing, you looked down at your leg, before giving him a cheeky grin, “can I have some mango’s, my king?” You teased him.

Sukuna could feel his eye twitch and his cock throb, “and you call me evil. When you heal, be prepared to not walk for another week, woman.” Sukuna pressed a deep kiss to your lips, only for you to smile into it.

“Yeah, yeah.”

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[mads-hemmo]

It’s Nice to Have a Friend - Jschlatt

Part 7

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Reader has been lonely their whole life. They have never been in a relationship. They don’t understand why no one will love them but their best friend, Schlatt has always been in love with them.

The first part of this part is fluff then the next part is just smut, so mdni. 18+ only. This is also the official last part, so thank you for the support on it. Also I know Reader has been gn up to this point but they are now afab for smut purposes.

You and Schlatt have now been dating for a little over three months. It has been pure bliss and everything has been going great. You still have kept your relationship only between the two of you. The most you have done is make out with some touching, but you felt more was going to happen soon.

Today is your birthday and Schlatt was doing whatever he could to spoil you. He surprised you with tickets to see Wicked on broadway. He requested that you both dress up so he could make the night extra special. Before the show, Schlatt takes you out to a fancy dinner at a steakhouse. He tells you it’s not as good as Boa, but it’s definitely up there.

As you sip from your wine glass, you look over at Schlatt who is smiling at you like an idiot. “What?” You ask him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing. You’re just so beautiful and I can’t believe you’re mine,” he tells you. “Are you excited for the show?”

You nod, excitedly. You had seen your fair share of Broadway shows living in New York, but watching one with Schlatt made you very happy. “Yes I am. Thank you for everything. You know you don’t have to splurge on me just because it’s my birthday.”

“Don’t worry about it, Toots. I like spoiling you. You deserve it. It’s your twenty-fifth birthday. It needs to be special.”

You roll your eyes, affectionately at him. After you both finish your meals, you make your way to the show. Once you find your seats, you realize that he bought you the best ones. “Jay,” you let out, surprised.

He just smiles at you. “Let’s sit,” he says, grabbing your hand in his.

The show starts and you watch in awe at the performers. You feel Schlatt’s eyes watching you, but you ignore it. His thumb rubs the back of your hand. During intermission, you finally look back over at Schlatt. He has that same dumb look on his face. “Isn’t it amazing? They are so talented. I’m so ready for the second act,” you tell him.

“Yeah I’m actually enjoying it. But the view beside me is much better to look at,” he says.

You slap his arm slightly. “Shut up and watch the show. You spent too much money to not actually watch it. You can look at me anytime.” You squint your eyes at him in a slight scowl.

He kisses your temple. “As long as you're happy, I’m happy.”

You roll your eyes as act 2 starts. You realize that Schlatt’s eyes are actually focused on the stage. You smile to yourself, happy that he seems to be enjoying himself.

After the show, you get in his car to head back to his apartment. Ever since you started dating, you have spent most nights at his. Yours mainly just acts as a storage and holds some of your clothes. You already have a space in his closet and the majority of your hair products and makeup are in his bathroom.

On the ride home, Schlatt gushes over the show. He suggests that you go see shows more often. Especially if it means seeing you happy. You’re honestly shocked about how much he enjoyed it.

When you finally arrive back at his apartment, you can feel the sexual tension starting to build. Once you walk inside, his lips immediately connect to yours. “As much as I like this dress, I think it would look better off,” Schlatt groans in your ear.

You think tonight is the night and you’re ready. This will be your first time, but you trust Schlatt. He pulls away from you. His brown eyes somehow look even darker. “Take me upstairs,” you command.

Schlatt picks up as if you weigh nothing. You squeal slightly when he picks you up. He carries you to his bedroom before placing you on the bed. His lips immediately press against yours. You can already feel his bulge growing as he rubs against you. He deepens the kiss by exploring your mouth with his tongue.

This is how most of your nights have been. You make out for what feels like hours. When Schlatt can’t take it anymore, he goes to take a shower to relieve himself. You pull away from him slightly. “I’m ready. I want you to fuck me tonight,” you tell him.

Schlatt groans. “Are you sure?” He asks.

“Yes I’m sure. I’m ready and I want you. Bad.”

He kisses you again. He reaches behind you to unzip your dress. It slowly falls down your body. Schlatt helps you fully remove it and throws it across the room. He takes in your body, enjoying the matching set you put on. “These are really nice. Too bad, they will be coming off soon,” Schlatt says, kissing your jaw down to your chest.

You help him take off his coat jacket then work on unbuttoning his shirt. He does it for you. Schlatt throws it all off including his tie. You rub your hand softly over the bulge you see forming in his pants. He lets out a soft moan. “Can I suck you off? You may need to help me through it though,” you tell him.

“Fuck, toots. You’re going to be the death of me. Kill me if I ever say no to that question.”

You laugh slightly, helping him out of his tight trousers. You can’t even see him fully, but you know he’s huge just from the outline in his boxer. You start panicking a little bit imagining it inside of you. Schlatt seems to sense your anxiety, so he kisses you. You smile against his lips.

As he kisses you, he slips off his boxers. You pull away and look at him in awe. He’s huge and you want him in your mouth immediately. You kiss the tip before taking it in your mouth. You start sucking lightly, making sure to cover your teeth. The room fills with Schlatt’s moans. You take more of his cock in your mouth. You start speeding up a bit. You enjoy hearing Schlatt’s moans turn into whimpers. You go down further on him until you start coughing a bit.

“Don’t hurt yourself, baby. Just take it slow. If you need to stop, you can,” he comforts you.

“I’m okay,” you tell him, taking him back in your mouth.

“Use your hands if you can’t fit it all. Spit on them or I can grab some lube to make it feel good,” he tells you.

You spit on both your hands before using them to rub his cock. You put your mouth back on him. You start speeding up again, getting the hang of it. Schlatt’s hands go to the back of your head making a ponytail out of your hair.

After a little while, he pulls you off of him. “I was about to come. If I come, I’ll be knocked out,” he tells you.

Schlatt helps you out of your bra. As soon as it’s off, his mouth attaches to one of your breasts. He takes his time with you. You feel yourself soaking your panties and you’re getting impatient. You want him inside you already. After he’s done with your breast, he kisses down your stomach to your panties. “Damn, Toots. You’re soaked already and I’ve barely touched you,” he teases.

“I know. Can you just fuck me already?” You plead.

“Be patient. This is your first time, so I’ll have to prep you first. I’ll fuck you when you’re ready, but don’t be a brat.”

He quickly rips your panties down your legs. He kisses your thighs, completely ignoring your wet core. “Jay,” you beg. You’re not sure how much more you can take.

“I’m only being nice since it’s your birthday,” he says, before finally delving in. He wastes no time sucking on your clit then licking long strips down your center.

The sounds that come out of your mouth are foreign to your ears. The pleasure is too much that you’re scared you may come in seconds. You feel Schlatt’s finger start to tease your hole. He finally inserts it softly while continuing to suck on your clit. You throw your head back as he goes a bit quicker. When he thinks you’re ready, he inserts another finger. He starts scissoring to open you up.

“Fuck you’re so tight. I don’t think I’m going to last when I get to finally be inside you,” Schlatt tells you as you continue to moan.

“Jay,” you groan when his mouth goes back to your clit. He continues to work you open. You start worrying you’re going to come soon, but he hasn’t even been inside you yet.

After what feels like hours, he pulls his fingers out. “I think you’re ready. I’m going to go slow. It is going to hurt at first, but I’ll try to be as soft as I can. There may be a mess, but we can clean it up. Are you ready?”

You nod at him. You’ve been thinking about this moment for a while now and it’s finally happening. As it’s your first time, you’re not sure what to expect but it’s Schlatt. You have immense trust for him.

He leans over to grab a condom from his nightstand. He opens the packets and delicately rolls the condom on. Schlatt lines himself up. You feel like you’re being ripped apart by his girth even though only the tip is in. You feel a tear slowly fall down your cheek. He kisses your forehead as he pushes in a bit more.

“Fuck,” you yell out, your eyes feeling up with tears.

“I know, baby. It will only hurt for a bit. Let me know when I can move and I will,” Schlatt tells you. He moves the hair out of your face and pecks your lips softly. His rough fingers wipe the stray tears from your eyes.

When you get used to the feeling inside you, you nod. “You can move,” you tell him.

“I’ll go slow. Tell me if you want me to stop.”

Schlatt slowly pulls out of you then pushes out again. He keeps doing that before he picks up his pace. It starts to feel pleasurable again. You clench around him, wanting to keep him close.

“Fuck toots. If you keep doing that, I don’t know how long I’ll last,” he groans. He presses his lips to your as he goes faster. Schlatt’s hands rest on your hips to give him better leverage. You hold on his forearms and start matching his pace. You’re not sure why it took so long to do this.

“Jay. Fuck,” you moan against his lips. There’s so much you want to say, but you’re at a loss for words.

He groans against your lips. Your noises meld together. You can tell he’s just as close as you are. “I’m coming,” you yell out.

Schlatt continues to fuck you through it until he reaches his climax. “(Y/N),” he moans out. Once he finishes, he slowly pulls out of you. He takes off the full condom and disposes of it. He goes into the bathroom to grab a towel. You look down to see the mess you made. You’re scared when you see blood, but you were sure you weren’t supposed to start for another week.

Schlatt comes in with the towel. “I’m sorry,” you start, looking back at the mess.

“It’s okay. That’s why I brought the towel to clean you up,” he tells you. He comes over and starts to wipe you up.

“I didn’t realize I had started. If I knew, we could have waited.”

Schlatt starts to chuckle slightly. “That’s not your period. Have you ever heard the term, ‘popping the cherry?’”

“Ohh,” you say, realizing what happened. “That’s gross. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I knew it was going to happen. It’s just part of it.” Schlatt walks over to you and kisses your temple. “How about you hop in the shower and I’ll change the sheets?”

You nod, getting up. You struggle a bit, so Schlatt helps you on your feet. “I love you,” you tell him, pecking his lips.

“I love you too. Go hop in the shower. You’ll feel a lot better. Afterwards, we can cuddle and I’ll play with your hair.”

“How about after you change the sheets, you join me? It is my birthday after all,” you wink at him, making your way to the shower.

Your twenty-fifth has been your best birthday yet and it’s all thanks to Schlatt. You’re insanely glad he confessed his feelings to you months ago. Being Schlatt’s best friend was amazing, but being Schlatt’s partner was somehow entirely better. You look forward to more moments together. But for now, all you can think about is him joining you in the shower for round two.

A/N: omg my baby is finally finished!! Thank you for the constant support!! I have many things planned so stayed tuned. I also got inspired with it being reader’s birthday as my 25th birthday is coming up soon! Lots of love!!

[sunonyoreface]

He Knows - Simon "Ghost" Riley Pt. 24

An: This is it!

Word count: 2134

Warnings: none :)

The curtains in my living room window look different than I remember them last. Like someone moved them ever so slightly to see a better angle of my driveway. I sit here now, the car in park, but still humming with life because half of me believes if I turn it off now, I’ll foreshadow my own death.

The other half of me considers the advice from an online therapy forum I read a few weeks ago. Advice I doubt is from a real medical professional or has been proven to be true. Advice that should be prescribed in person and by a real therapist: The chances of a “once in a lifetime” event happening more than once in your life are so slim it isn’t worth worrying about it happening again.

Sometimes it’s enough to ease my mind, but not tonight.

However, with a deep breath and a certain heaviness settling on my shoulders, I twist the fob and observe the silence that falls over the car as the radio shuts off and the cool air vanishes.

By all means it’s a beautiful evening. The sun is setting and a sweet floral breeze brushes the hair off my shoulders. It’s an early start to the season with the crocuses done blooming and the lilacs having already started. The house I rent is in a small southern town occupied mostly by the elderly and a few young families who wanted to escape city life. Children are expected to be home right around now. It’s a safe community where most people are comfortable occasionally forgetting to lock their doors, or they simply don’t bother to begin with. I will never be one of those people. There’s a reason I had to change my name and move halfway across the country. Once you enter the protection program, there is no forgetting to lock your doors.

My hand clenches around the switchblade as I step through the side door. Inside, it’s quiet and the room takes on the golden hour’s warm glow. I walk through the house, sparing a quick glance inside each mostly empty room. Nothing stands out.

As I approach the kitchen, the tension in my back starts to ease. The bag drops off my shoulders and onto the table. I set the knife on the vinyl countertop and flick the kettle on. See? Nothing to worry about. It’s nice enough to take my drink out on the back porch and watch the rest of the sunset.

My attention switches once again to the vibrant sky out the window before I tear myself from the sight for a tea bag and a mug. The rumble of the water grows, yet when I hear the click indicating it should shut off, it doesn’t. It hasn’t even boiled yet. My breath catches in my chest as I freeze in my tracks, still facing the pantry. That wasn’t the kettle at all. It wasn’t the fan in the room over or some other appliance coming to life. That distinct sound, that click, belongs to one thing and one thing only. That was the safety taken off a handgun.

My knife is out of reach, still on the counter. I glance for anything I could use to defend myself in the pantry, but there’s nothing but boxes of cereal and cans of soup.

“I figured this would happen at some point,” I say to the figure in the corner of my eye, pointing the gun. “You people don’t tend to leave loose ends.”

“We don’t,” the dreadfully familiar voice confirms. I was hoping to never hear from him again. Especially not in these circumstances. His tone holds the same seriousness as the last time we spoke, after my father’s death. He told me then that I’d be lucky to never see him again.

I’m still not sure I understand what that means. Maybe I’m about to find out. For some reason, I don’t feel nervous. I’m ready to accept my fate.

Nothing’s felt real the last several months. My life has been stuck in limbo and despite my futile attempts, I’ve been unable to find any sort of meaning. Everything feels hopeless in the grander scheme of things. So if he’s come to take my life, I might even welcome it.

“Good thing you’re not a loose end,” Captain Price spares a small smile as he steps out further from the corner. Had I passed him on the street, I don’t know that I’d recognize him. From his worn jeans to his black windbreaker, the man completely blends in as a civilian.

“Put the gun away and I’ll try to believe you,” Price tilts his head to consider, then nods. The weapon slides easily back into its holster. It’s not like he’d need it anyway. I’m not exactly a formidable opponent.

“Fair enough,” his attention drifts to the box of Earl Grey in my hands. “Are you making tea?”

“Want a cup?” I offer, sliding the lid off the box.

“I would. It was a long trip to get here,” I know what he’s talking about. The few hundred people that live here, chose this place because its hours away from any of the neighbouring cities. People come here to get away from the city life. It has the bare necessities and that’s all they need.

“It’s a long trip to anywhere down here,” my voice feels empty. Void of the passion and desperation that once fueled every decision. Steaming water covers the teabags and fills the cups. “Milk or sugar?”

“Black is fine, thanks,” Price grunts as he settles into a chair at the kitchen table. In the time I’ve been here, I’ve used the table maybe twice. “Do you like it? The peace and quiet?” he muses.

“It’s different than New York,” I hesitantly offer as I set the cups down and take the seat across from him.

“Ah, but do you like it?” Our eyes meet and he knows the answer. “I didn’t think you would. You took well to the chaos of our world. Despite having no former training, you adapted in a way that most couldn’t,” I didn’t realize Price paid that much attention to me. I always assumed he was too preoccupied with the rats and the Russians.

The sweet tea dampens my dry mouth. I take a second sip to buy myself more time. What kind of answer is he looking for? Why is he here of all places? “I always like the business of New York. I guess that’s one thing I found similar between it and 141,” he ponders my response for a moment and a heavy silence blankets the room.

“Do you miss it?” his question feels redundant. Price has had the time and practice to become more patient than I will ever be.

“Yes – look as much fun as I’m having here, you know with you breaking into my house, pointing a gun at me, and drinking my tea. Why the hell are you here, Captain?”

“I’m here to offer you a job,” I blink. A job? There’s no way they want to hire me after what I did. How can they possibly look over the fact that I killed one of their highest-ranking prisoners before they could get any information from him?

“What kind of job?”

“Well I was thinking in our translations department,” Price says. “You’re fluent and have prior experience in this setting. And your history with the Ultranationalists gives you an edge. You also held your own incredibly well last time with no formal training. Give it a couple of months and you will become incredibly valuable to our team.”

Once the shock wears off, I’m almost flattered by his last comment. That’s high praise coming from Price. However, I’m also slightly amused. There’s no way he genuinely expects me to say yes. Does he really believe I’d just drop everything and work for 141? Surely not.

Yet, what is there to drop? My admin job at the town office and the zero friends I’ve made since moving to this place? The only people I talk to are those I work with and they aren’t allowed to know any real information about me or I risk exposing my true identity.  Everyone I once knew back home is off-limits. If they knew I was alive, I would be in even more danger than I was before. Even my mother doesn’t know of my existence. I was dead to her as soon as I killed my father. She would never want to talk to me again. She might even give up my location to the Ultranationalists herself.

Then there’s how I left things with Ghost. The last time I saw him, I was in a pool of my father’s blood. I don’t want to think about how much trouble he got in from letting that happen.

“I don’t know that your head interrogator wants anything to do with me,” I say assuming he doesn’t know Ghost willingly gave me the knife I used to kill my father.

“Whys that?” he says with raised brows as though he’s clueless. Price plays the role well, however he’s anything but.

“I lied to him and used him to get to my father. I’m a thief and a murderer.”

“Those were extreme circumstances, y/n.”

“If I work for you there will always be extreme circumstances,” I respond. “What makes you think you can trust me anyway? I betrayed you all.”

Price shifts in his chair. He takes a moment and gets a real good look at me, like he’s making sure. The shadows around his face have changed slightly. The sun’s gone now, but a fading blue hue falls over the horizon.

The windows are closed, but even if they were cracked, you wouldn’t hear any outside noise. This town is uncomfortably quiet. The wood creaks as Price leans forward again. “Time after time, y/n, you had almost every opportunity to betray us. There were the interviews, the ambush, the rats, the exchange, and even the death of your father. His killing was not a betrayal. None of the information he had would have made a difference,” Price’s list stirs unsettling memories. He notices and adds, “The only betrayal was that of a father to a daughter. You deserved better: loyalty, trust, truth, to be wanted.”

That last word finally cracks something in me. My heart falters and I take a sip of tea in an attempt to hide the effect of his words.

“Yeah, well…” the words trail off. I’ve got nothing else to say.

Something scuffs along the floor in a room over. Had there been any other noise I wouldn’t have noticed it. The sound was unmistakably human. Like someone was leaning against the wall and could no longer wait. I thought I cleared the rooms, but I was already wrong once. Nothing else follows for almost a minute until the floorboards whisper at the edge of the room. My head turns just as the shadow emerges around the dim corner.

“We want you, y/n,” Simon Riley’s coarse voice fills the room. When our eyes meet, I forget how to breathe. My joints stiffen and my feet turn to lead. His demanding presence completely fills the room and even in civilian clothes, Ghost looks like he belongs on a battlefield.

For a moment it truly feels like I am looking at a ghost, at someone who was as good as dead to me. Someone who, an hour ago, I would have guaranteed I would never see or hear of again.

All the memories I’d been trying to forget over these past months begin to surface. I remember the heat of his rough hands on my skin and the pressure of his arms wrapped around me. The brush of his breath past my ears and down my neck. The stability he provided when my whole world was collapsing around me. The way he risked his life for mine countless times. The way he trusted me to make the ultimate decision when it came to my father and my future. He has always wanted me. He has always chosen me. Now, it's my turn to choose.

Nothing has been the same after learning about the Ultranationalists. It’s impossible to be happy when you know the truth. Part of me feels responsible for the horrible things my father has done. I also know I will never be content here. I can’t keep hiding, but I can help. I can work to remedy the evil that has corrupted my family.

“Do you want tea?”

The end, for now. Thank you for the kind words and support throughout this story. If you are a returning reader, thank you for your patience.

[miryum]

Pirate Captain!James Potter x Princess!Reader HAPPY ending (pt 1, pt 1.5, pt 2, angst ending)

You sat in the rowboat, hands pressed along the wood. James sat across from you, muscles straining as he rowed the oars towards shore. You had asked for him not to be the one to take you back, worried that he would get jailed and executed the moment he stepped foot on land. But he had insisted. “What man would I be if I didn’t stay with my beloved until the end?” The words had been like a knife to your heart. 

"I am sorry," you managed out. "You understand why I can't, right, James? Please understand."

"I understand," he replied. He wouldn't look at you, instead focusing his stare to the side to watch for the shoreline. Land was only less than half a mile.

You pressed your lips together to try and keep from crying. Why were you so emotional about this? You had only known the man for less than a month and he had kidnapped you. You would not fall victim to the tales of captors wooing maidens.

His voice broke the silence of the waves lapping against the sides of the rowboat. "I know that material possessions, safety, and your duty come into play with your decision. I respect that, Princess, and I admire you for that. I guess I lead with my heart more than my head."

"Leading with your heart isn't bad," you assured him softly. "I wish I could do that more often. But I can't, James."

He swallowed thickly. "I know."

You stayed in silence until the boat pulled up next to the dock. James was quick to stand and begin tying up the rowboat, crouching down on the dock and gripping the rope in his hands. His thighs pressed against his breeches and you could see the little calloused on his palms. You could see now why he was the pirate captain. He was skilled in many things and your demeanor softened. As you sat in the rowboat, hands clasped politely in your lap as you were taught, you thought back to James' words.

“I truly am sorry,” James spoke into the night air. It was a bit cool and you were glad you had grabbed a shawl. The few lanterns on deck, coupled with the moon, were light enough. “Just say the word and I’ll turn this ship around. I… You can go back to your parents whenever you want, you know that, yes?”

“You’d be willing?” you asked quietly. “You claim you’re in love with me–” 

“I am,” he said with such certainty and quickness you thought you might get whiplash. He spun you around gracefully before tugging you back into his arms. You wondered where he learned to dance.

“You claim you’re in love with me,” you repeated. “So why would you be willing to let me go? Why not force me to stay with you?”

James looked down at you and you couldn’t decipher the look in his eyes. There was a melancholy stare that also seemed pitiful. “Have you never loved someone?” You shook your head and he continued in a soft tone, “you would do anything for them. Even if it meant sacrificing your own happiness, you would do it. I don’t think you realise how far I’d go for you, Y/n.”

Some people had started to assemble as James finished up. The pirate ship looming on the horizon was definitely cause for notice and then when people began questioning why you looked like the missing princess, things began clicking. James didn't pay any mind to the growing crowd, instead glaring down at the ropes.

"James," you tried to get his attention quietly when someone ran off to alert some knights. He grunted in response and then, when he looked up at you, you saw tears in his eyes. Your breath caught in your throat and you made a little choked noise. "Nevermind," you whispered, not wanting to trouble him anymore than you already were.

James stood up and brushed off his pants to give him something to do. He then held out his hand for you to take. You were struck by the intensity of which his hazel eyes bored into yours. "One last chance," he offered softly.

All thoughts escaped you as you stared at his hand. It was the hand that had held you so tenderly while you two were dancing. It was the hand that guided yours to the wheel of his ship. It was the hand that had held your hair back when you got too sick on your first night on the ship and you were too weak to push him away. It was the hand that held your hips tightly when he took you up to the crow's nest. He said it was to ensure you didn't fall, even though you were safe behind the wooden barrier that rose to your waist.

You placed your hand in his and the civilians around you gasped as you willingly touched a dirty pirate. James held your hand with such care you didn’t understand how they could be disgusted.

Yet, instead of getting out of the boat, you gently tugged at his hand. James’ eyes widened and he instantly knew. Not a word was passed between you, but just from the small pull of your hand, he knew.

James jerked at the rope tying you to the dock and hopped back into the boat with such speed it rocked side to side. “James!” you shrieked, reaching out to steady yourself.

“Sorry, Princess,” he grinned. “But I’m not taking the chance of you getting away again.” He was swift to grab the oars and begin rowing, even as the guards and civilians began realising what was happening. “I’m not making that mistake twice.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Freedom was liberating, just as Remus had said.

“So what made you change your mind?” James couldn’t help but ask once you were far enough away from shore. He tried to maintain that demeanour that was so proud and respectable of a pirate captain, but like any lovesick man, his words had a plea of desperation: please be that I am the reason. Please love me back. Please don’t leave me.

You turned your stare away from the calm, beautiful sea, back to him. He was a much prettier sight, anyways. Somehow, his hair hadn’t been flattened by the sweat glistening on his forehead and his sleeves were rolled up roguishly. Life had returned to his brilliant eyes, which were as deep as the ocean itself.

“Someone in love would do anything for them,” you repeated softly.

James Potter, the notorious pirate captain, beamed. “I’ll do anything in my power to keep you by my side and happy, Princess. I swear to you.”

“I know,” you whispered out, sitting there across from him like his own personal angel. “But you won’t have to. I’m here now, James. I… apologise that I didn’t realise that sooner. I’m sorry that you had to row all the way out to land just to have me change my mind.”

“Princess,” James breathed out, “I’d row to the ends of the Earth if you so much uttered the word. Know that, my love.”

“I know.” Your smile, however soft, was enough to give him electric energy that ran through his veins. “And I can’t wait.”

[slutt4ellie]

Fated Hearts Start With Fire

PT7 - Burnt out hearts.

PART 1 // PART 2 // PART 3 // PART 4 // PART 5 // PART 6

masterslist

Moving to a new city is tough, but it’s even harder when your roommates a dick.

Summery - This with Ellie are good, great even. Yet you still have open pages left with your one and only girlfriend. You’re really not sure how to continue.

Warnings -> Starts off with Ellie’s pov / Jelous!Ellie / Jealous!Reader / Cheating / Kissing / Mean!Ellie / Heavy miscommunication / Reader is sorta dumb ngl. / Sub!Ellie / Top!Ellie / Bottom!reader / Oral (E!receiving) / Fingering (E!receiving) / (Lmk if I missed anything!)

WC: 6.1k

(Not proofread)

Ellie knew she was over as soon as your lips made contact with hers.

The choice which led her to wake up in your bed, holding and kissing you. Still mumbling short praises out of tiredness.

It all didn’t help either when she woke up in your bed on Christmas morning, quickly going downstairs to open the gifts you bought her while your knees touched.

The way your hand danced along her jeans under the table during your families annual Christmas dinner. Quickly cuffing your hands together.

She’d like to say it’s the little things which drove everything to where it is now.

The overwhelming love she’s constantly feels towards you.

Yet it’s not like she would want to admit she was feeling the symptoms of love.

Because you’re not hers, your Mia’s.

Despite the intimacy travelling through each day you stayed at your childhood home she would watch as messages from Mia would come through your phone.

The way you were always quick to shake them off, trying to internally convince yourself whatever the fuck was happening between you and Ellie was okay.

It hurt Ellie, it almost felt like a constant reminder she’s currently living in some fantasy, which again.

Just wasn’t real…

Something she was still struggling to understand..

Because you and Ellie have been so romantic these past few days, and despite the fact you’re still with Mia she feels as this isn’t a stupid one time mistake. One where you and her slept together with the intent of forgetting the next day..

And because of that it feels like something that could grown into so much more.

And truthfully she’s scared of that..

It wasn’t till Ellie’s eyes slowly faded open and she was met with your hand lightly rubbing her shoulder that Ellie understood she passed out somewhere during the plane ride back.

Ellie’s head lazily lifts off your shoulder.

“We landed” You sighed out looking at her. Ellie was almost to focused on your voice and eyes, to far in a trance to notice you guys held hands the whole way.

Ellie’s sleepily yawns and she smiles lightly, simply not replying.

“Come on” You mumble, slowing chuckling at Ellie, her mannerisms being cute.

Ellie stands up first, and you make the decision to let go of her hand. Something Ellie almost always refuses to do.

“You excited to be back..?” Ellie questions helping you pick up your carry on luggage.

She noticed the way your eyebrows furrowed, it offered a sense of unsureness she couldn’t really process.

“I don’t know, I was enjoying the break.” You smile back at her.

Ellie just nods back, she can tell you’re not telling her everything.

Did she mention that though, no.

Ellie didn’t want to come off to strong while being with you. She felt like there was some thin ice already, the topic that the both of you choose to not mention.

Mia..

And it’s not a big surprise that you both found comfort in not mentioning that extremely important topic.

After Ellie’s hand looped around your little carry on, she leaned forward pressing a small kiss to your lips.

It almost has become the normal for the both of you.

To act like this wasn’t blatant cheating.

“Come on- come on” You jokingly push her cheek back so the both of you can start making your way out of the plane.

Ellie could tell you just wanted to be home

She just really didn’t know the shit show which was going on inside your brain.

This vacation, what you and Ellie did, it was horrible, 100%..

But selfishly it was nice. You didn’t have to worry about any possibility of getting caught.

But as you’re looking at Ellie all you can think about is what you were going to say, or do when you finally meet with Mia.

She was so fucking sweet, she took everything so patient and slow with you, and somehow you managed to mess that up.

Ellie watches as you as you rush through the security, not engaging as much as you usually do. Just humming along as she talks.

She wishes she could see what you were thinking about, how much easier it would be for the both of you.

She noticed a while ago how you rather take the short cut rather then facing certain things head on.

Which she understood more then anyone.

“You wanna talk..?” Ellie ask fingers intertwining back with yours.

You turn to look at her, as talk wouldn’t be horrible, but right now you just needed to sleep..

You just weren’t ready for the recognizable voice that came near the front doors of the airports.

It made you flinch back, and fast.

Your hand retracted from Ellie’s and all you did was look for the source.

Ellie felt..well stupid.

Until she saw her.

The brunette with the blue eyes.

Fucking Mia.

Mia rushed up to you. Holding out her arms which looped around your skin.

Ellie’s whole face is pink, she doesn’t talk she just simply observes, watching the scene play out.

But soon she saw Mia lips on yours, and it feels like everything which just happened between you two.

Stuff that was still fucking happening.

It cracked.

It even made you pull back, simply in a panic.

It was accidental but your lips have been so accustomed to the girl right beside you.

Ellie’s.

The way Ellie would kiss you was different from how Mia would.

And maybe it was some fucked up placebo but Ellie almost felt warm, while Mia felt cold.

You saw in the corner of your eyes how her gaze faltered, it seemed confused and lost. Almost with a mix a betrayal.

But most of all…jealousy…

Ellie’s whole face was pale, her eyebrows were extremely furrowed.

And even though you wanted to turn over to her, reassure Ellie by holding her hand. Kissing her cheeks and face. The shit you’ve been doing these past few days, you know you can’t.

Because your girlfriend- who’s probably just as confused, trying to figure out what led you to pull back from the kiss is staring at you.

“Fuck- I’m so sorry!” You try to ease the awkwardness by laughing.

Mia laughs too and shakes her head dismissively. “You good??” She says jokingly. Obviously not taking it as serious as you. And definitely not as serious as Ellie.

You feel Mia’s arm loop around your waist, now facing to the green eyed girl.

You see as Ellie’s eyes aren’t even focusing on yours or Mias..

The only thing you could notice is how her green eyes where focused on just looking at the arm which fell on you.

“How was the trip baby?” Mia ask looking straight at you.

All you reply with is a short nod of your head and a simple hummed version of “Good”

The silence was becoming overwhelming and Mia repressed it by speaking again, yet you sorta wished she hadn’t.

“What about you Ellie.” Mia ask, her attention still drawn to you, truthfully Mia didn’t exactly care how Ellie’s trip was, not when you where with her..

There’s a long silence and no reply from the auburn, she turns to Ellie speaking up once again.

“Ellie?” Mia ask tilting her head noticing how her eyes where extremely focused on her arm. More specifically her hand which was rubbing the small silver of skin between your shirt and pants.

And for that reason Ellie again doesn’t answer, and really, she probably couldn’t have been more fucking obvious!?

Because Mia spits out a quick. “Fuck our eyes are up here.” It’s a joke.

You knew it was a joke, but Ellie didn’t laugh.

Because she didn’t find it funny, not when someones hands are on you.

She just looked up and mumble. “Yeah good.”

“Good.” Mia says awkwardly before turning back to you.

“So..I came here with an uber..?” She says looking at you.

It doesn’t help that your face can’t peel away from Ellie’s side profile, she’s not even looking at you anymore, her heads just geared to the side.

“Are you two good?” Mia spits out, making both of your eyes nervously drag back to her face.

“Yeah” Yours and Ellie’s voice say simultaneously, both under the consensus you shouldn’t speak about it.

About what happened during that whole trip, it just wasn’t important.

“Okay- cool.” Mia nods looking at you, she kisses your cheek now. And Ellie just scoffs, not even fucking nonchalantly.

It you hadn’t know better, you honestly would have maybe thought she wants the both of you to get caught.

And fuck the car ride back to your apartment was worse.

Mia had to the bright idea that she should join you two. Help you unpack while you tell her how nice your trip was.

Which earned a simple scoff from Ellie.

And the fucked up part was Ellie was so quiet half the time. But once their was mention about you and Mia. She always did something.

It was even worse when there was a romantic aspect, because then she would actually talk.

The biggest example being Mia starting off by asking you if you’d like to go on a date, which was this coming Wednesday.

The first thing Ellie says is “Nah- were studying Wednesday.”

You two weren’t studying, you had no plans to study, and you couldn’t even understand why she said it.

Her tone had an underlining of possessiveness, like she wanted to make sure you weren’t going out with Mia. At least not anytime soon.

All you could do was agree to it too.

Because could you explain why Ellie would lie about studying. You’d have to explain why she had this random and weird sense of possession over you.

And well, you could do that?..

It didn’t really take long till you guys got to the apartment..

Once the three of you entered Ellie immediately trailed to her bedroom not waiting up, nor saying anything to the two of you.

Mia knew something probably happened to her, but she didn’t really care.

All she currently cared about was the two of you.

And that’s how the day faded into night.

Mia had work in the morning and finally since the first time you and Ellie landed you actually had a moment alone.

Once the door to your shared apartment was closed and you walked Mia out, you quickly made your way back down the hall to knock on Ellie’s bedroom door.

“Yeah?” Ellie says, by her tone you know she’s in some sort of mood, and to be fair you really can’t blame her.

You understood why, if you were in her position you wouldn’t be too nice either.

“Can I come in.?” You ask.

“No?” Ellie replies dryly before continuing, her tone is so unlike the one she’s been using with you. “Go fucking talk to Mia man.”

It reminded you of the period where you and Ellie both had a mutual hatred, just this time it hurt all that more because you and Ellie weren’t some strangers.

“Ellie-“ You sigh out, and in the moment she did want to fold. But Ellie just stuck her ground.

“Go the fuck away dude?” Ellie pauses before sighing. “Please.” She feels stupid spitting out the last part, but she doesn’t like being mean to you. It’s just not as easy as it was before.

It also felt weird hearing Ellie call you dude. You’ve been so accustomed to ‘Babe’ or ‘Baby’ that hearing ‘dude’ and ‘man’ was so fucking foreign

Regardless you sigh out a little “Will you talk to me?” You ask outside her door.

You hear footsteps trailing to the her bedroom door before it opens. “You didn’t talk to me first!” Ellie says.

Now the annoyed tone is disappearing, replacing with a tired sound.

“I- Mia was over Ellie- and you were being so avoidant?” You spit out, awfully coming out as harsh.

“You think I wanna see the two of you making out!” Ellie yells pushing her pointer finger towards your chest. “It’s fucking bullshit.” Ellie says.

“What?” You look at her, confused at what she’s getting at, because if she’s trying to say Mia kissing you is your fault, that’s bullshit.

“Us acting like a fucking couple the whole trip?” Ellie yells. “Then you can’t even look at me!?”

“Because she was there Ellie!” You yell once again.

“I don’t get this- like I don’t fucking get you” She yells once more, because truly she didn’t get you.

She simply just doesn’t understand why you haven’t told her yet.

“I have a girlfriend!” You yell back.

All Ellie wanted to say in that moment was the fact you treated her like a girlfriend every since you two slept together.

But she chickened out resulting in her saying.

“Are you telling her?” Ellie retorts

Ellie then continues. “Because- if you think- i’m just gonna sit here and wai-”

You cut her off. “I don’t.”

“But Ellie you kissed me.“ You say looking back at her. Your voice fading into a tired tone. “I don’t get it either but you kissed me?” You look at her. Her face is now frowning. You can’t understand her.

Ellie just looks down, avoiding any unnecessary talking between you two and getting to the point…

“You wish I hadn’t?” She ask.

“I already told you no?” You run your hand down your face. You’re exhausted, and really this feels like a conversation you two have already had.

The one outside your house to be exact.

“Why haven’t you told her.” Ellie’s voice cracks.

“Because- It’s not that easy?” You say looking at her.

“Isn’t it?” Ellie says.

You can’t reply. Because truly it is that easy. All you have to do it tell Mia straight up, everything that happened. It should be that easy.

But you feel so scared, and you don’t even know why. You assume it’s because you know that you’ve done something wrong.

You’d love to justify what happened, but you just can’t. And you know for a fact when telling Mia it’s sure to go with confrontation.

Another reason why you’re pulling back.

Ellie sighs and shakes her head. “I’m gonna get sleep.”

“El-“ You try leading Ellie to only shake her head.

“I’ll see you in the morning.” She tiredly sighs, at this point over the current conversation. She just wasn’t having it.

And just like that there was a slam of Ellie’s door. It was cold, and in your eyes meant to hurt you.

And you would give Ellie a congratulations, because it 100% worked.

It stayed like that for awhile.

Cold.

It’s been a month since that moment, where you and Ellie fought. Ending promptly with a slam of her door.

And also since you made the conscious decision to not tell Mia what ensued that trip.

And because of that, the cold Ellie came straight back, and fuck probably worse?

She was back to her mean self, swearing at you, getting annoyed at every little fucking thing you did, like getting up early for classes, if you were too loud while on the phone, drank or ate something she bought.

So basically stuff that the previous Ellie would get mad at.

The only conversation that you two had was just a mix of hurtful words and swearing, yet those only came from Ellie’s side.

But something else was new this time around.

Ellie never had girls over. Not even once.

But that changed as soon as she realized you definitely weren’t telling Mia, because just like that, a new girl would be over ever single night.

The first time it happened you didn’t think much of it, because you and Ellie are adults, who are 100% allowed to have hook ups, dates, or different people over.?

And even though it hurt, a fucking lot. You had to push past it.

And plus it’s not like you could say anything?

Because at the end of the day you still had Mia.

It was really just hard. Your ears picking up distance moaning of a new girl every fucking night, it was starting to take a toll on you.

Your grades were slipping, in a resulting of you pushing back school work, Mia could tell something that up, not like it was hard.

You became extremely distance in the one month time period, denying dates as much as you could, not answering messages, really just acting like a shit girlfriend.

And you made a decision then, living in a lie was simply not working.

It just always came to one simple end.

You never knew how to bring it up.

It should be as easy just telling her. “I slept with Ellie”. But you couldn’t?

Times where you’ve been close you backed out, thinking of any excuse to pull back. It just never happened, being the main reason why you’ve excepted not telling her was the easiest way out?

But you had it planned.

You texted Mia about an hour ago, asking her if she wanted to come over.

To which she agreed.

You asked her to come over around 10. And your phone was now reading 10:12. So she could really be here at any moment.

All you had to say were those 4 longing words, the ones that have been purposefully avoided since what happened.

Your gaze shifted to your bedroom door hearing the distant knock of the front door.

You put your phone down on the bed before turning your legs over the frame.

It wasn’t till you heard a mix of Mia’s and Ellie’s voice where the panic came.

Because at this point you wouldn’t put it past Ellie to suddenly expose what the fuck happened. At the end of the day,

did she really have anything to truly lose?

So you got up faster and opened your door

It wasn’t till the creek of your door came through the hallway and both of their eyes shifted straight at your figure where the talking finally stopped.

Ellie would never get over how good you constantly looked.

She assumed it would get easier.

Prioritizing her mind with different girls trying to drown herself in thoughts which didn’t revolve around you, but that never worked.

Because you never batted and eye. You didn’t pay attention, and that made it worse?

Ellie didn’t know if everything that happened during that trip was a hallucination, or maybe she got too high, hitting the point where everything was just made up inside her mind.

Ellie would purposefully getting ready for a night out, wearing the best outfit she could for the 15 second time frame where you eyes could finally trail her figure.

Yet they never did?

Not when she had a girl over, or when she would stupidly yell at you. You never cared.

And the shitty part was, it was basically the opposite for her.

Every time you went out, or Mia would come over. She would be reminded in an instant that none of that was for her.

Or more specifically.

You weren’t for her.

And Ellie assumed that’s what lead her to where she is now.

Opening the door for your girlfriend, with a stupid fucking mindset.

Ellie’s eyes trailed you along with Mias.

“Hey baby!” Mia smiles and makes her way past Ellie to finally connect with you.

As soon as she reaches you, her hand finds itself on your waist, catching Ellie’s attention fast.

“Hey?” You smile, turning you head to look at Ellie then back at Mia.

“Did she say something to you?” You ask.

All Mia replies with is a quick shake of her head and a questioning “No?”

Ellie finally speaks after what seems like an eternity, and for the first time it’s not straight insults.

Yet you kinda wished it was.

“Tell her.” Ellie says looking at the two of you.

Mia laughs and looks at you. “What??”

She’s taking it as a joke, because Ellie saying ‘Tell her’ could really mean nothing? It was only till neither of you laughed and your eyes were focused on Ellie when she stopped laughing.

“What?” Mia now repeats, voice a bit more stern.

“Do you want me too?” Ellie questions looking at you.

And in this moment you’re frozen, because it’s making you question if Ellie would actually do that? And as your mind goes through a million different directions.

It keeps landing on one end.

100 fucking percent.

“We slept together” Ellie spits out.

Ellie looks between Mia and you.

She knows she’s definitely fucked up when she sees how you’re tearing up, in Ellie’s thought process she was thinking maybe once she said it out loud you and Mia would break up extremely fast.

No hurt feelings, or really feelings at all. She thought it would be easy.

Then you’d jump into her arms or some shit.

But oh how she was wrong.

“What?” Mia says looking straight at you quickly moving her hand from your waist.

“Tell me she’s fucking lying?” Mia says looking at you.

When the absence of words flowed throughout the whole apartment Mia takes that as confirmation. “With fucking Ellie?” She says.

“Mia-“ You try to explain yourself? Or even explain what the fuck happened, but she just shakes her head.

“With fucking Ellie! Really??” She now yells.

You can’t even be mad at her, because you definitely deserve it? At this point you’ve dug your own grave, and you’re lying in it.

“Out of everyone?” Mia yells again, her eyes trail up and down Ellie. She’s pissed to say the least. And she didn’t hide the disgust while looking at Ellie’s figure.

Ellie starts “Okay- you don’t have to be a dick about it-“

“Shut up Ellie!” You and Mia both say turning to her.

“Sure you cheated? But it’s ironic you chose the one girl who’s treated you like shit continuously?” Mia says looking at you then back at Ellie.

“When?” Mia questions.

Even though you knew what she meantyou simply replied with a short and simple “What?..”

“When did you guys do it.?” Mia says once again stepping further away from you. You see Miss eyes trailing your figure, looking you up and down unable to look at the auburn who was a few steps forward.

The look she gave you will be burned into your brain for eternity.

Utter disgust.

“During- when I went to my parents for Christmas.” You cry wiping the tears as they continue to pour out.

“So you guys were what- fucking? Taking it as some romantic getaway??” Mia yells looking straight at you.

And despite her blue eyes which resemble the coolness, all you can really pick up is hatred. Which makes your skin feel like it’s on fire.

“N-no Mia- it wasn’t- it wasn’t like that?” You try, trying to reach her, but it’s just not working?

“Then what was it like, a fucking mistake?” Mia questions.

You’re not sure what to say.

Was you and Ellie sleeping together a mistake, you’re not sure.

Because in the moment everything in your brain told you no. But Mias words weren’t exactly lies? Ellie was a dick to you, fuck still is a dick to you.

Even if it’s some way to ensure she doesn’t get hurt, all it leaves you with is a ache in your chest each time she swears at you, brings multiple different girls over, when she doesn’t think about how you feel.

Ellie maybe just isn’t a great person.

And that was something you had to accept.

“Yes..” You spit out wiping your tears.

Your eyes don’t focus on the blue ones which lie on your figure, rather the green ones which are glossing over.

And Ellie doesn’t know what to say, because she’s gone back and forth since the two of you arrived back in NYC, trying to understand if maybe you thought it was a mistake.

But she tried to shrug that thought off. Because she had no confirmation, not until now.

She noticed how you questioned your own words, but it didn’t make what you said any better.

Because everything that happened, was it truly all one simple mistake..?

Mia’s eyes dance between you and Ellie.

Mia picked up on the fact your eyes weren’t peeling from Ellie’s, and how Ellie’s eyes were clearly glossed over.

“Fucking ridiculous.” Mia says moving away from you and heading straight for the door. In the process shoving past Ellie and closing the door with a loud cold slam.

The apartment is silent, apart from sniffles coming from both of your noses.

You nor Ellie have plans on talking.

So after about a minute of silence you both find yourselves in your own bedrooms, crying silently.. Again avoiding the inevitable talk which needed to be had.

“You can’t just run away?” Dina groans looking at Ellie.

“Yes I can!” Ellie sighs laying down on her bed.

It’s been a solid week since that moment happened, you guys haven’t talked, or to be fair really seen each other.

If you were home Ellie would discard to Dina’s and Jesses, and vice versa.

You’ve somehow both find comfort in avoiding what happened. Which in all honesty was super unhealthy.

“She said it was a mistake man.” Ellie says voice a bit low, she’s trying to cover the fact it definitely hurt, seeing how those words pushed past your lips which she had kissed.

It made her feel stupid.

“Okay? But what is avoiding it going to do?” Dina ask.

“I’m just gonna-“ Ellie thinks and clears her throat. “End my lease? There’s 0 point of living here.”

“Ellie what the fuck would you do?” Dina now ask.

“Say the roles where reversed- would you seriously say it wasn’t a mistake?” Dina says.

“Yes!” Ellie spits out and stands up straight off her bed. ���I would- and she didn’t, and it’s so clear she doesn’t feel the same way for me?” Ellie says.

“Maybe because you didn’t give her the chance to tell Mia?” Dina now says.

“She wasn’t going to tell her-“ Ellie starts off leading Dina to just shake her head.

“Wasn’t your place dude.” Dina shrugs. “I get your hurt, and I would be too. But you probably shouldn’t have told Mia.” Dina sighs.

“And don’t move out dumbass, you’re place is so close to all the clubs” Dina chuckles.

“You think she hates me?” Ellie ask nervously moving her hand up to bite her nails.

“No- but then again, she still has time!” Dina jokes.

“You’re so fucking stupid?” Ellie runs her hands down her face. “What should I do?” Ellie ask.

“You know her better than I do?” Dina shrugs.

———

Ellie’s nervously standing outside your bedroom door, she feels like an idiot to be honest, because what is she even doing.

Ellie’s hands are occupied with flowers she got from a little market down the street, and a few cookies from your favourite bakery. (Which you told her about once..)

She knew you were home too, even though you both went without speaking and often avoided each other by leaving. There were always little moments where you’d both be in the apartment.

“This is stupid..” Ellie sighs backing up from your door. Her full intention to go back to her room and drown herself in the cookies she literally bought for you.

That was until you opened your bedroom door and happened to see her.

Ellie’s hands flew behind her back, a very stupid and desperate attempt to hide what was in her hands..

She watched as your eyes trailed her, a deep and sad sigh leaving your lips, like you were tired of seeing her.

It made a frown appear on Ellie’s face.

Quickly replaced by a confident look, which was faked.

“Can we talk-?” Ellie ask super fast, almost scared you might walk away if she doesn’t get her point out.

“I-I have a paper due at 12 Ellie, and i’m so fucking behind-“ You try but she shakes her head.

“I can help with the paper- I just wanna talk.” Ellie says bitting her bottom lip out of nervousness.

All you can do is sigh and nod.

Maybe you guys should talk.

Ellie’s trailed you into your bedroom. She noticed how your eyes were extremely tired being accompanied by eye bags. Something which Ellie can only assumed is her doing.

“I bought these. For you..” Ellie steps forward and hands you the flowers and cookies. It created a close proximity you didn’t need.

“You didn’t have to.” You sighed and backed up, placing the flowers and cookies on your studying table.

“I wanted too.” Ellie nods.

The room is filled with awkward silence, even though it was Ellie’s idea to talk once she saw you her words died in her mouth, and really she’s now just watching you.

“Ellie I don’t have time for this.” You look at her.

“I want to fucking talk dude!” Ellie says out of annoyance. “We don’t fucking talk?” Ellie finishes off.

“We have nothing to fucking talk about?” You yell. “Fucking nothing?” You continue.

“You’re fucking kidding?” Ellie says.

“We slept together, then we got back and just didn’t speak out it?” Ellie now yells.

“Yeah and who’s decisions was that! You were the one who had a new girl over everyday?” You’re reason was quite stupid, Ellie was being just as dodgy and avoidant as you were.

You just found it easier to blame her.

“Beca-“ Ellie starts off.

“No! And I know you fucking did it to hurt me, or make me jealous? Whatever fucked up thing you were doing it hurt? And if you deny it you’re fucking lying Ellie.“ You yell at her, the tears now starting to flow.

“Because you never told Mia! So- so I wanted you to fucking notice me! Because all you ever paid attention to is her?” Ellie yells straight back, not out of any spite, or to be rude. Just out of some sort of pain? If that even made sense.

“And you saying it was my decision, that’s fucking bullshit! You were the one who didn’t tell her for a whole fucking month!” Ellie yells.

“I get you’re mad at me- but you saying that was my decision.” Ellie scoffs rethinking your words. “Just don’t.”

You didn’t realize it as the moment played out but you and Ellie must have been moving closer to each other. Because now it was at the point you could feel each others breaths.

Her chest rose up and down along with yours. And again the room fell silent.

You both took in each others features for a few seconds. Neither of you talk, neither of you want to talk.

You were thinking maybe you should tell her to leave, so your lips part and you assumed maybe Ellie took that as a sign or something because she leaned in first ending the longing tension and hate you two were sharing with one simple kiss.

But then that “simple kiss” sooner turned passionate and hungry, both breathing into each others mouth.

Her hands flew to your jaw as yours found her hair, neither of you were thinking about what you were doing. But right now you didn’t even care.

Ellie was kissing you with so much passion, as well as so much need.

Regardless you did the same, it really felt like everything else was blacked out.

“Fuck-“ Ellie moans into your mouth, hands hastily finding the bottom of your shirt.

You can only comply but lifting up your arms allowing Ellie to take off your shirt.

In that moment the cold air hit your bare chest harding your nipples in the process.

Ellie’s lips never left yours as the both of you moved to your bed. Her lips and hands still on your body.

“Take off your sweater” You nod towards Ellie’s sweatshirt. Her face is extremely red and her tied up ponytail is slowly undoing itself.

Ellie just nods and lifts up her sweater in an instant, obviously going straight back to kissing you. “I missed you so fucking much.” Ellie moans into your mouth.

You couldn’t understand what got to you when you said you’re next sentence, considering you’re not at all a bold person.

But you did spit out “Yeah…what’d you think about.” You ask, legs finally hitting the bed frame as Ellie moves on top of you lips still tracing along your body.

“The way you kiss me..” She sighs out lips finding yours once again. “And touch me” Ellie say’s finally moving on top dragging her hips to connect with yours, both of you simultaneously moaning.

“Is that it?” You ask cuffing her clothed pussy, Ellie’s hips quickly buckling into your hand.

“Fuck- no. ” Ellie shakes her head as her hands quickly remove her sweatpants, trying to get any more possible contact with your hand.

Ellie kisses you again feeling as your hand continues to move on her clit. “I missed how you said my name.” Ellie nods and moans still kissing you.

At this point Ellie is drenched. You can feel her arousal through her boxers as she continues to whine into your mouth.

Ellie knows the scene is probably pathetic, the way she was mean to you not to long ago. It was simply ironic. Because now she’s on top of you, whining for you to please touch her.

All you do is nod in response to her begs and pleads quickly pulling down her boxers until they reach her ankles.

Your first finger slipped in with ease along with the second..

Ellie’s body weight was soon on top of yours. Her chest which is covered by a sports bra and your bare one clashing together.

As your two fingers slipped in and out there was moans along with kisses filling the crook of your neck. “Fuck-“ Ellie whines.

“Flip over El-“ You say.

Ellie’s only confused for one second until she complies, she doesn’t feel the need to question you..

She watches as your lips trail down her stomach, her hands finding your hair and pulling it up for you.

Your lips are soon tracing her inner thighs, pointer finger still teasing Ellie’s entrance. Her moaning in the process. “You’re so fucking pretty” Ellie sighs out. Crossing the lines of a whine.

Your lips meet her throbbing clit, you look up and watch as Ellie’s eyes roll back in pleasure. Ellie’s soon pushing your face further into her pussy. Her rocking her hips back and forth as your nose hits her clit repetitively.

“Fuck-“ Ellie whines pathetically.

Your two fingers go deep inside Ellie, again with ease. And Ellie was already having a hard enough time not cumming as soon as you touched her. But as soon as your finger was yet again inside her, she was done.

Her back was arching and her lips let out exasperated whines of your name.

Once her hands leave your hair you move up. Chin still wet with her juices, as your fingers were having the same result.

Ellie looked down at you as you began to rise back up.

I guess she just didn’t fully except your dripping fingers to find her mouth. Yet Ellie did not deny. She took your fingers and didn’t hesitate to clean them. Finding your lips right after.

Ellie moaned as she tasted herself.

It reminded her of when you guys first slept together.

But this time there was no worry about being to loud, or lingering thoughts of Mia in both of your minds. It was simply just you and her.

And for that reason she spat out..

“I think i’m in love with you-” Ellie then shakes her head, rethinking her word choice. “I know I’m in love with you- I just- I know i’ve been horrible to you. And I’m not excepting you to say it back- I just-“ Ellie’s no longer able to continue her rant. Because you were kissing her.

“I love you too-“ You nod slightly pulling back as your forehead stayed pushed against hers. “Like a lot.” You nodded.

Ellie has a stupid smirk on her face.

Because now she knew.

She truly was wasn’t losing you this time.

A/N - I KNOW THIS TOOK A LONG FUCKING TIME! IM SORRY ☹️☹️☹️

I’ve been so busy with work and I’ve just had no time to write this, life simply happened and in a result I had no free time.

I HOPE you enjoyed this series, because it’s currently the longest one i’ve ever done.

Also I got extremely high in the middle of writing this so if it starts to sound dumb or something that’s probably the reason.

THATS ALL!

Fated Hearts Start With Fire is over!

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Can't stop this feeling - Harry Hook x reader- P9 FINAL

welp, after...two years and four months, its finally ended. thank you for reading Cant stop this feeling! no smut in this part! but there is attempted murder, and fluff, and the vks being vks.

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Darkness drew over Auradon prep’s dorm building, it was quiet, students asleep in their dorms or if they were awake; sitting quietly doing their own thing, studying, watching a movie, snacking on something.

Harry Hook was in his room, Gil in the bed across from his, both boys soundly asleep after a long day of classes, exams had been tough but they’d both managed to get it done and pass, setting them further up to graduate from school in a few months.

Harry twitched in his sleep, something setting his mental alerts off and he opened his eyes, groggily sitting up, already reaching for his hook that sat on his bedside table, his eyes adjusting to the darkness.

A shadow moved behind him-just out of sight-and he swung, his hook connecting with something solid and there was a audible ‘SWISCH’ as the curve of his hook sunk into skin; blood dripping to the floor as the figure turned to shadow and disappeared, a dagger clattering to the ground.

Harry breathed heavily, his eyes wide as he looked at the blood on his hook and bed, eyeing the dagger that had clattered to the floor. He looked at the door-it had been cracked open, unlocked.

He’d locked it before getting into bed.

He licked his lips, throat feeling dry and he climbed out of bed, grabbing the dagger-the handle was black and purple-and heading to the door, Gil waking up at the racket Harry was making.

“Harry? Was wrong?” Gil asked groggily, Harry letting out a harsh breath as he saw no blood trail escaping from the room. He closed the door and locked it, looking down at the dagger in his hand.

“I think someone jus’ tried ta’ kill me.” Harry said, his voice wavering slightly, looking up at Gil who was wide awake now, already on his feet to get to Harry, taking the dagger from him to examine it.

“it’s coated with poison, we should get FG, and Uma.” Gil said, the boys not even putting their shoes on as Harry unlocked the door and they booked it down the hall, hitting up Uma’s room first before heading right to FG’s dorm office, where she was still working.

“Boys? Uma? Its-3am? You should be in bed.” FG said, glancing at the clock before looking back at them, noticing their ashen expressions. “What happened?” FG asked, standing from her desk to get close to Harry.

“Someone tried ta’ kill me I think, woke up to somethin’ in me room and it felt dangerous, got it with me hook and it dropped this before disappearin’ ” Harry said, handing the dagger to FG. “Gil says It’s coated with poison.”

FG gasped, taking the dagger carefully, not touching the blade. “Oh dear! Oh dear, oh dear, are you okay Harry? Any cuts?” FG asked, making Harry lift his arms and shirt, looking for any cuts or marks that could’ve been from the dagger.

“No, I’m fine FG, just-shakin’ up.” Harry said, letting FG worry over him, Uma grabbing his arm tightly. FG takes out her emergency wand, this one simple and plain compared to THE wand she uses on special occasions, waving it over the dagger.

“let’s see, let’s see, fingerprints, yes, magical trace, yes, magical poison, yes. Okay, I'll be keeping this dagger to investigate further, and I'll have the police here first thing in the morning, go get some sleep Harry, and I suppose I can overlook the no mixed-gender rule just for tonight.” FG said and Harry nodded, holding Uma’s hand as they headed back to the dorms, Harry stopping by (y/n)’s dorm.

She opened the door, groggy and looking up at him in a daze. “Harry?” she asked softly, her voice raspy. Harry bent down and picked her up, closing her door and carrying her back to his dorm room, where Uma joined them-casting a copy spell to put an extra bed in the room.

“What happened?” (y/n) asked, unaware of what happened as Harry slid into his bed with her, still carrying her.

“Someone broke into our room, tried to kill Harry,” Gil answered and (y/n) gasped, turning in Harry’s arms to hold him tight and he clung to her, burying her face in his neck.

“Oh, Harry! Are you okay?” she asked softly, brushing her hands over his face and he gave a weary smile, his eyes locked onto her face.

“I’m okay love, just shaken’ up.” Harry said as Uma cast a protection/barrier spell on the room, the doors and windows sealed so no one could get in without Uma’s permission.

Getting to sleep took a hot minute, but with (y/n) gently running her fingers through his hair and her body against his, Harry eventually fell asleep, safe with his friends and girlfriend.

-

Harry felt on edge, ever since that-shadow thing in his room-he couldn’t relax, not unless he was completely surrounded by his friends or hand in hand with (y/n). he hadn’t felt this way since being on the isle.

He never left his hook behind now, either having it in his hand or hooked into his belt loop, constantly looking over his shoulder and looking at every single person that came close in case they were dangerous.

So far, his drink had been spiked with poison, he narrowly missed a poison tipped dart thrown at his neck, his food had been poisoned, and he’d nearly drowned during a visit to the beach on a warm weekened-which of course didn’t work since he was a bloody half mer. But it was the principle of the thing!

“I’ve had enough of this!” Uma snarled as the vks had a meeting within Uma’s dorm, a protective spell cast to keep anyone that wasn’t already there out. “the police are incompetent and FG can only do so much, we have to take matters into our own hands and find the bastard trying to kill harry.”

Everyone nodded in agreement, Harry holding (y/n) on his lap, exhausted from the sleepless nights caused by paranoia. “I refuse to let someone take Harry from us,” (y/n) said, the instinct to protect her mate flaring high in her chest, her teeth clenched tight as she held him. “we need to find out who is behind this, and take them out.”

The vks nodded in agreement, Ben sitting next to Mal by the tv, his brows furrowed as he tapped his fingers in thought. “Any objections, Ben?” Uma asked and Ben sighed.

“I completely understand the situation, but I cannot condone anyone killing anyone,” the vks began to get riled up-someone was trying to kill harry! How could Ben allow them to get away with it! “However,” Ben said, holding up his hand, tilting his head to the side. “There are self-defense laws,” Ben mused and Mal snorted, patting his hand.

Uma huffed, snapping her fingers and a magical 3d image of the dorm building appeared, Harry’s dorm the focus. “All right. Let’s smoke this bastard out.” Uma snarled, magic sparking at her fingertips as (y/n) stood from Harry’s lap and leaned over the image, arms crossed over her chest.

-

Uma knew there was a magic user behind all the attacks, and was probably the same person who had been drugging Harry since the cruise all those months ago. “They probably realized they can’t have Harry, so they’re trying to take him out instead so no one can have him.” Evie said, tapping her nails against the table as everyone made a plan to catch the bastard trying to kill harry.

Uma hummed, tapping her finger against her thumb. “That does make sense, and it’s probably a vk, Hades knows anyone from Auradon don’t got the balls to try and murder a vk, especially Harry fucking Hook.” She muttered and Ben and Doug nodded in agreement, the two quiet as the vk girls planned to take down whoever was trying to kill Harry.

That night (y/n) slipped into Harry’s bed with him and he wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close as Uma took down the protection barrier in his room. “Goodnight you guys,” Uma said, laying down on her mattress on the floor as the boys and (y/n) returned her goodnight, Gil already halfway asleep as soon as he hit the mattress.

Hours go by, 3am hits and Harry feels the hairs on his neck prickle up. He carefully curls his fingers around the handle of the knife (y/n) had given him on their first date months ago, pulling it out of the hem of (y/n)’s shorts as he feels a presence behind him. Uma enchanted the blade to paralyze whoever it stabbed into-and Harry swung his arms around as he sees the glint of a blade rising above his throat-the blade he wielded sinking into a torso and shadows disperse.

Harry curls his lip into a snarl as Nyx stumbles back from his bedside-groaning as she clutches her rib where the knife was embedded. “You.” Harry snarled, his eyes gleaming red as he grabbed his hook, Gil (y/n) and Uma all waking up as he stomped towards Nyx, who was trying to scramble away but Uma’s enchantment kept her in place.

“Who?” (y/n) asks, voice raspy with sleep as Uma and Gil stand to join Harry in looming over Nyx.

“Nyx. Been obsessed with me since we were young, didn’t know ye were deranged enough ta go this far.” Harry hissed, glaring at Nyx as she glared at (y/n), who hisses back, scales appearing on her cheeks and teeth sharpening in reaction to danger.

“Let me guess, if you couldn’t have him no one could?” Uma drawled, her arms crossed as Nyx now glares at her, unable to do anything else, slowly bleeding out from the knife in her ribs. “you’ve always been an idiot,” Uma scoffed, waving her hand and Nyx was unconscious. “Gil get FG, we have our culprit.”

Gil nodded, leaving the room as (y/n) slid off the bed and came to Harry’s side, wrapping her arms around him. He swung his arm around her neck and held her close, glaring down at the girl who’d drugged him and tried to kill him way too many times. “Isle?” Harry asked Uma and she nodded, though she was smirking.

“of course, though I think she got some fingers sliced off while trying to attack you, right?” Uma said with a grin and Harry grinned back, his eyes flashing as (y/n) hummed, letting Harry go to have his revenge.

-

Finally, it was over, with a few missing fingers-Nyx was sent back to the isle, since there was too much proof she’d been the one drugging Harry and attempted to murder him many times-along with her magic linked to the drug and the dagger from the first attempted murder.

Harry felt like he could breathe again, knowing he and (y/n) were finally safe from Nyx and her constant attempts to get him.

“I’m so glad that’s over.” (y/n) groaned, floating on her back in the enchanted lake, her and Harry taking a relaxing swim to celebrate their new freedom from Nyx and her deranged attempts to take Harry from (y/n).

“Aye, I think I started sproutin’ grey hairs,” Harry chuckled, dipping under the water and swimming up to (y/n), wrapping his arms around her to tug her under the surface, pressing kisses to her cheeks, admiring the gleam of her scales.

“You’d look good with grey hairs,” (y/n) mused and Harry chuckled, her hand running through his hair, floating up under the water.

“You’ll see it one day darlin’” Harry said with a smirk, wiggling his brows. “After all, we’re mated fer life, right?” (y/n) laughed softly, the two floating under the water, his arms snug around her, tails twisted around together.

“For life,” she murmured, pressing her lips to his and Harry hummed, his eyes closing with a smile.

-the end-

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Caitlyn and Ambessa's Game of Cat and Mouse pt 5- "Don't Underestimate Ambessa"

Here is where Vi and Caitlyn put their plan to trick Ambessa into motion. Now the thing is, is that they've already underestimated Ambessa before the full plan is even put into fruition.

Right after Ambessa says, "Well done, Caitlyn" she looks over to Rictus who nods and leaves. To me, that's a silent request, "keep an eye on her." she's already suspected that with Vi back in the picture whatsoever that Caitlyn's become "distracted" as she puts it. despite the two doing some pretty top tier acting (btw Caitlyn was totally into Vi spitting on her don't lie); when Singed is ready to go, Ambessa silently tells Caitlyn to go with him, but having sent Rictus out first, means that he's been watching Caitlyn as the two carry their plan out.

She then goes on this whole speech to thank Vi for leaving in the first place, because with really the only voice of reason in Cait's life gone, Ambessa saw that she could easily manipulate her however she liked (or so she thought). So with Vi back in the picture, and her making "too many complications", Ambessa's plan here was just to kill Vi. Regardless if the two were carrying out a plan against her. After Vi says, "she's not distracted" you see a smirk on Ambessa's face, she does believe this, she thinks that Caitlyn has fully gotten over Vi and her loyalty to Ambessa hasn't wavered.

But then Vi keeps talking. and you can see that Ambessa's face grows with suspicion as Vi continues to do so.

After Vi says, "Just shut the fuck up." Ambessa looks over towards Caitlyn's gun, she realizes that the net compartment is empty, and that Caitlyn left it that way when she left. she realizes that she's been played, and tries to kill Vi, but its too little too late for that because Vi's able to take her out.

Now something I haven't seen people mentioning is that when Vi says "Vander's in trouble. I have a plan, you're not gonna like it." she's actually talking to Jinx here. Jinx doesn't shoot Caitlyn not Just because she sees Caitlyn take out Singed, because it's apart of their plan. What Jinx isn't gonna like is that she's not allowed to shoot Caitlyn, she's supposed to be Caitlyn's Backup if anything happens to her.

And something does. Because Ambessa sent Rictus out earlier he saw Caitlyn take out Singed, that she betrayed Ambessa. when he says "Ambessa believed in you." it seems to me that Ambessa thought that she had Caitlyn's loyalty the whole time, which was rather stupid of her. And he tries to kill her, which is why Jinx takes action.

After Jayce kills Victor and causes Warwick to lose control again, killing Rictus, Caitlyn realizes that she's made Ambessa lose both her coveted weapon, And Rictus. And realizes that she's been caught doing so, which is why she turns in shock to see Ambessa.

The look that Ambessa gives her is a look of disbelief before turning into one of pure unbridled rage.

Caitlyn's both won and lost their game of cat and mouse. because while she temporarily stopped Ambessa, but it seems that in the next Act she's working with Singed to resurrect Warwick, and that a lot of her soldiers look to be hyped on Shimmer when they attack Piltover.

So with ALL this outta the way, let's talk about Vi and Caitlyn's argument to come in the next Act:

The way they're framing it in the trailer, it makes it look like that Vi's accusing her of just sitting there and taking whatever Ambessa's said to her, considering what Vi's been told by Ambessa in ep 6, "She oinked poison in your ear and you just ate it." and Caitlyn scream of "I know!" makes it seem like Caitlyn's agreeing with Vi that Caitlyn just let Ambessa do all that, that she was just blindly following Ambessa and letting her do whatever she wanted.

But if everything I'M saying is correct, it seems like the "I know!" statement is going to more-so shed light on the fact that Caitlyn fully knew what Ambessa was about. and tried in her own way to take her down just wasn't able to fully do anything of merit until Vi came along. Which is a better defense for her, and Might calm Vi's anger down a little bit (still needs to apologize for hitting her though).

Ambessa's whole downfall was picking Caitlyn to begin with. Why? Few reasons. 1) She's a detective, she notices things that people miss on the regular, it's how she noticed the corruption happening under the Councils noses back in S1. 2) She's a politicians daughter, she's been around powerful and corrupt people her entire life, so she's learned a thing or two about manipulating people/situations to her will. 3) Most importantly, she's recently been exposed to people like Silco and Marcus, so that's made her weary of people more in general, and it's how she caught onto Ambessa's bullshit so quickly.

The thing is, I think if she picked Salo instead, Caitlyn would have probably still been suspicious of her anyways, just probably would have been able to be more under the radar trying to figure her out.

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Part 5 of my Timkon version of Red Like Roses part 2

Part 1 > part 2 > part 3 > part 4 > part 5

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PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Warnings: strong language, vampire!Matt, mentions of blood, death, blood drinking, vampire!reader, killing, compulsion, angsty?, kissing, and a quick SMUT SCENE

Word Count: 3.6k | unedited

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“What do we do with the body?” You lick your lip, glancing up from Macie to Matt, “We can’t just-“

“I’ll get it. But you have to come with me.” He walks up to you, “Promise me you’ll stay with me.”

You take a deep breath, nodding as you look up at him, “I promise.”

He pulls you in for a kiss and steps back, “Go wash your face, if anyone spots you, I don’t want you to be covered in blood.”

“Matt, it’s four in the morning, who’s going to-“

He cuts you off, “You never know, okay? Can you just do that please?”

You nod and make your way to the bathroom. You stop, staring at your new and transformed self in the mirror. Your fingers run down over the semi dried blood coating your chin and you lick your lips, sighing at the taste as you turn the water on.

You wipe off, throwing the towel in the garbage before making your way over to change into a new top. You throw on a hoodie and walk back out to Matt.

He moves to pick up Macie, lifting her like her dead weight was nothing, “We’ll come back and get this taken care of, for-“

You cut him off, “When do we go after Damian?”

“One step at a time, baby. Okay? We have to focus on getting her to the woods first.” He walks over to you, “How are you?”

You nod, “I’m good.”

“Are you sure?” He raises his brows and you sigh, “I’m hungry again.”

“That’s to be expected. We’ll have to get you on animal blood soon. We can start-“

“Animal blood?” You scoff, “That sounds gross.”

“I know, but it tastes the same.. after a few days.” Matt sighs, “Just stay with me. Once they find her, you’ll probably be one of the first people to be contacted, and you need-“

“I know, to be under control because I’ll be around people, but I-“ you stop talking as Matt cuts you off, “Hey. One step at a time, okay?”

You nod, “Okay.”

“Good, now..” he walks over to your room and you follow him, “Keep up.”

You smirk and jump out after him, following him the whole way to the woods. Right as you enter, you stop, looking around, “They found Jace’s body.”

“Yeah, I figured that would happen.” Matt tosses the body in his arms do the ground and reaches for your hand, “Didn’t think it would take them this long.”

You laugh slightly and look around, “I’m starving.”

He nods, “A few rabbits should be enough.. we just gotta-“

“What’s he doing out here?” You look at Matt, “Do you hear that?”

Matt nods as he looks around, “He shouldn’t be out here.”

“We can- I mean.. he helped didn’t he?” You look at Matt and he nods, “He just made it easy for us.” He looks down at you, “Come on.”

He leads you away, the sound of Graham’s footsteps growing louder by the second.

“Stop right here.” Matt pulls you in close to him, “We need to make sure he’s alone. Can you listen and tell me if you think he’s alone?”

You close your eyes, tilting your head as you focus on your hearing.

“Yeah, yeah. It’s just him.” You swallow, growing more antsy as you just stand there, “When can we-“

Matt puts his finger to his lips and you stop talking, turning your head slowly as the footsteps seem to be right on the other side of the tree.

“Now.” Matt mouths and you were gone.

You grab Graham by the shirt and throw him to the ground, your knee on his chest, “Hi.”

“What the- y/n?” He blinks a few times, “What the fuck are you doing out here?” You tilt your head, looking into his eyes, “Why are you out here?”

“Damian wanted me to try and find Matt’s body and hide it.”

“Tell me what part of Matt’s disappearance you played.”

“I-I held him while Damian kicked his ass.”

“Why?”

“He said, that I needed to man up, do something to prove myself.”

“Hmm.” You stand up, “Do you believe in being in the wrong place at the right time?”

“What- I don’t, I don’t know what you mean? Y/n, what’s going on? You’re scaring me.” His breathing grows more rapid, “Y/n.”

“Do you?” You look at him and he shrugs, “I mean, yeah I guess.”

“Do you want to know something?” You walk up to him, “You just so happen to be in the wrong place, but at the perfect time for me.” You spin him around, sinking your fangs into his neck and he lets out a yell, “F-fuck! Fuck!”

Matt walks out and stands in front of Graham, “Remember me?”

You tilt your head back and he falls down on the ground, trying to slide away, “N-no, there’s.. you were dead.”

“That’s what they all say.” Matt laughs and shakes his head, “they’re always so surprise to see that I’m alive and well.”

“What the fuck!” Graham groans, pulling his hand away to look at it, “T-there’s.. blood, you fucking.. bitch you ripped open my neck.”

You lick your lips and bend down, “Yeah, sorry. Just trying to get used to this whole vampire stuff.”

“V-vam-“ he scoffs, “What the fuck?”

“You’re going to die, Graham.” Matt bends down in front of him, “But you won’t be coming back like me.” He pats his leg and gives you a nod.

You’re behind the injured man, finishing the job by ripping through his neck and sucking his blood until he’s pale.

“Atta girl, baby.” Matt bites his lip and you look up at him as you stand up, “Am I pretty good at this vampire stuff yet?”

He squints, giving you a smirk, “I’d say so.” He walks over, pecking you on the cheek, “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”

You’re down by the stream, sitting there in the last little bit of moonlight the night has to offer as Matt cleans off your face, “I think you should kill Damian. He’s the one who got you into this.”

“Yeah but-“

You cut him off, “No. I want to watch you get your revenge on him. I want to watch you scare him.”

A smirk appears on his lips and he nods, “Alright, if you say so.” He rinses his hand off and looks at you, “You know, you’re handling this change pretty good.”

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head and he shrugs, “I don’t know, I thought you’d be on a rampage by now.. I’m glad you’re not.”

“As long as you’re with me, I don’t think I have anything to worry about. You ground me.”

He smiles and gasps, “Oh, here.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ring, “As soon as you- as soon as I killed you..” he laughs and you smile, “Right.”

“I went out, got Roman to get me this.” He reaches for your hand and you give it to him. He slides the ring on your finger, “It’s a daylight ring, so you don’t have to hide in the shadows all the time.”

Right as the words leave his lips. The sunlight of early morning creeps through the trees, reflecting off of your ring, “What.. would have happened if you didn’t give this to me?”

“You’d burn, your skin would literally catch on fire. I had to learn the hard way.”

Your eyes go wide and Matt sighs, “Yeah, I’m glad I remembered about it.”

“I appreciate it, really.” You lean in, “Thank you.” You press your lips to his and he reaches up to cup your face, “You’re not ready to be in a crowed yet, but when you are, it’ll help you blend in more.”

“We should probably get back to clean my apartment right?”

He nods, “Yes. Not a bad idea.”

“I’ll race you.” You immediately start running and Matt is right behind you.

You couldn’t explain it other than Matt was right, you felt free. You felt good. You felt like you could run the world.

You were loving this feeling.

That was until your hunger struck and an unsuspecting early morning hiker caught your attention. You immediately flew off the path, but Matt was hot on your tail.

But a split second behind.

You pounced on the hiker like a lion to its prey. Your teeth immediately sinking into the vein in her neck and sucking.

“Y/n!” Matt pulls you off of her, “That’s not what we said we were doing!” He looks at the girl struggling on the ground and he looks back at you, “You hurt her, but you can also help her.”

You clench your jaw, looking down at her before moving to kneel down, “Go to the hospital and say an animal attacked you..”

She gets up and immediately starts running back down the trail and Matt sighs, “Baby..”

“I-I’m sorry..” you look down, wiping off the blood from your chin on your wrists, then your pants, “It just.. happened, it just came over me I couldn’t-“

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“

“Trusted me?”

“No, no.” Matt pushes your chin up, looking into your eyes, “You did nothing wrong. I just need to stay with you.”

“No more racing?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “No more racing, let’s just get to your apartment. I have a feelings this place will be swarming with cops and two of your bodies will be found.”

You nod, “Okay.”

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“It’s crazy how we can move and not be detected.” You say as you finish scrubbing the floor, “Why couldn’t we compel someone to do this for us?”

“Because, baby. We have to clean up our own messes sometimes.” Matt kneels down next to you, “But you’ll master the technique of being clean as you go.”

“I’m sorry about the hiker.”

“I told you, it’s fine.” He runs his hand over your hair and stands up, “I’ve been thinking about how I want to get back at Damian.”

You sit down, turning to face him as he sits down on the couch, “How?”

“Once the news gets out about Macie, I want you to act like nothing is wrong, we’ll feed you before so you’re controlled for a little. But you check up on him, make sure he’s okay, and that’s when I’ll come into play.”

Your phone dings and you pull it from your pocket, “Macie has been found. So has Graham. Both labeled as animal attacks and they’re ordering everyone in town to stay out of the woods, day and night.”

Matt tilts his head, “Looks like it’s showtime.” He nods, “Call Damian, do you have his number?”

You nod, “Yeah, Macie gave it to me the one time we were at a party and her phone broke. She had him come get us.” You roll your eyes and look at him, “That was before you.”

He smirks slightly and nods, “I figured.”

You put the phone to your ear and it rings a few times before he answers, “Were you with her last night?”

“She left my apartment in the middle of the night, I tried to stop her but she wouldn’t stay.”

“And you didn’t go with her? Follow her? Something, anything like that? God you are so fucking stupid.” He sniffles, “that was my girl, y/n.”

Matt gives you a look and you sigh, “That was my best friend, Damian.”

The words tasted sour on your tongue.

“Sure as fuck didn’t seem it. You were so far up Matt’s ass you barely seen her. Always pushing her to the back burner. You weren’t her friend. She wasn’t anything to you.”

He hangs up and you stare at Matt and he tilts his head, “He’s dead.”

He stands up and starts to pace, “There’s no way he’s going to sit there and insult you after what he’s done.” He shakes his head, “No, no. He’s going to pay for everything. Me, you.” He clenches his jaw, “I’m going to make it hurt.”

“When are we-“

“Now.”

“You don’t want to wait?” You stand up and walk over to him, “What about-“

“Y/n.”

The tone in Matt’s voice and the way his eyes flicker silence you immediately. You swallow and look down, taking a few deeps breaths to try and control yourself.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers, “I just- I’m..” he scoffs, “Unable to put into words how mad I am, and you need me right now and I just-“

“You’re still figuring things out, too.” You look at him, “While trying to deal with me, and now this.. it’s my fault.. I started this. We could have waited like you said and I just- I jumped the gun. I’m sorry.”

“They deserved what happened to them. All three of them. If it wasn’t you, it would have been me.” Matt walks over to you, “I’m sorry.”

He pulls you in for a hug and he sighs, “It looks animals are the only thing we can get you right now. I know it sounds gross, but you need to eat. I need you to be right here, with me.”

You nod, “I’ll give it a shot.”

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Back in the woods, deep in the woods, Matt is giving you pointers on how to hunt small game, “You gotta be quick.” He snickers, “And, it’ll be hard the first time, took me a few tries to catch a rabbit, so don’t be hard on yourself if-“

You catch a rabbit. First try. [Rip little buddy]

Matt’s jaw falls slack as he watches you feed, “Okay, there’s no way.”

You smirk as you drop it down to the ground, “What?” You laugh as you walk over to him, “Shocked I’m a better vampire than you?”

He laughs as your teasing remark and rolls his eyes, “Yeah, sure.”

“Oh, there’s another.” You lunge to get it, but you miss and Matt laughs, “That’s more like it.”

You throw a rock at him but he catches it quickly, “Hey now, no need to be a sore loser.”

“I’ll show you sore.” You lunge at him, slamming him up against a tree as you attack his lips with yours. Your hand runs through his hair as you kiss down his neck and he groans as you gently bite down on his skin.

“Y/n.”

“What, baby?” You bite your lip as you lean back to look at him, “afraid you might hurt me?”

He smirks and shakes his head, “No, no.” His hands grip your waist and he spins around, slamming your back against the tree, “I just like to be the dominant one.”

“I’m sure we can take turns.” You bite your lip and smile as he kisses down your neck. His hands move to push your pants down as you work at undoing his jeans.

“I’ve been waiting for you to want this.” He whispers as he lifts you up, “You have no idea.”

You look down at him, resting your head back against the tree as you feel him slip into you. You gasp, tightening your grasp around him as you feel him thrust in deeper, “Fuck, me too.”

His lips attach to your neck as his thrusts are quick to pick up a pace, “You still feel as good as ever.”

Your eyes roll back as the heightened feelings smack you like a truck, “F-fuck.” You move your head, connecting your lips with his, “Feels so fucking good, so fucking good.”

“Y-yeah.” Matt groans out, “It does.”

It doesn’t take you long before your both at your peak and you can feel him spilling inside of you with a loud groan.

You pant, moaning out as you come down from your high and he sets you down.

“That was so fast.” He laughs, “I didn’t.. think that would be fast, too.”

You nod, standing up to step back into your pants, “I mean, I guess..” you laugh, speaking between breathes, “it’s a good thing that we have eternity to see how many times we can do it.”

He bites his lip as he buttons his jeans, “You would be correct.” He kisses your cheek, “How’s the hunger?”

“I could eat.. again.” You sigh, “When is this going to stop being a constant thing?”

“Soon, baby.” He shrugs, “Took me a couple months. When I thought I was, I really wasn’t, so it’ll take a bit.”

“Once we get rid of Damian, we can leave right?” You look at Matt and he nods, “Yes. We can go, let’s just get you a few more animals before we finish this.”

You nod and spend the next hour hunting.

“How do you feel?” Matt asks as he watches you finish off another rabbi, and you nod, “Good.”

“Feel like you can walk up to Damian’s door and convince him to let you in?”

“Why would I need-“

“Oh, right. Yeah, you can’t just walk into anyone’s house anymore. You have to be invited in.”

You give him a confused look, “How come you’re able to come into my house without me inviting you in?”

He laughs, “Baby, that’s our apartment.”

“Right yeah.” You sigh, “Sorry, it’s been so long I must have forgot we added your name to it right before..” you trail off and he pulls you in for a hug, “I’m here now.”

“You’re here now.” You nod and he kisses your head, “Come on.”

You make your way through the woods and next thing you know, you’re at Damian’s front door, knocking with an empty box in your hands.

“Go away.” He yells on the other side and you sigh, “Damian. Please. Open the door. I have stuff from Macie.”

The door slowly opens and he looks out at you, “Just set it down.”

“No, you’re going to let me in and we’re going to talk about this. She was my best friend, too. She helped me with the while Matt thing, Damian. I owed her a lot.”

“Just leave-“

“No.”

“God you’re so fucking stubborn.” He closes the door and unlocks it, “Fine. Come in.” You slowly extend your foot out over the threshold and walk in with ease.

You walk over to the table and set the box down, “Can you do something for me?” You look at Damian and he sighs, “What?”

You stare into his eyes, “Invite Matt into your home.”

Damian looks at the door with zero hesitation, “Matt, please come in.”

Matt walks in, closing the door behind him and Damian blinks, “What the fuck!?” He looks from Matt to you, “What did you do to me?”

“I didn’t do anything.” You shrug, “What makes you think I did?”

“Because I just-“ he scoffs, “I just invited a dead dude into my house for one.. and two-“

Matt is there with his hand around his throat in a flash, “I don’t give a fuck what you have to say.” He throws him against the wall and you stand there with your brows raised.

You lean on the table, crossing your arms as you watch Matt walk over and pick him up, holding him against the wall to where his feet barely touch the ground.

“How are you here? I fucking killed you!?”

Matt laughs, “Wow, didn’t even need to compel it out of you.” He looks at you, “You see this?”

You nod, “Yeah, it’s almost like he’s proud of it or something.” You turn your attention to Damian, “Are you?”

“I’d do it all over again if she asked me to.”

“Who?” You told your head, “Ohhh, you mean your dead girlfriend? Yeah, she told me everything when I compelled it out of her.”

“She also blabbed to her friend about it, so..” Matt sighs, “I should make you turn yourself into the cops, but.. that won’t be as fun.”

“As fun as wh-“

Matt squeezes his throat and he starts gasping for air. Hes practically purple by the time he drops him to the floor.

Damian tries to crawl away but Matt steps on his back, “Yeah, no we’re not doing that.” He picks him up and looks at you as he spins the weakened man towards you, “Tell y/n you’re sorry.”

“Fuck you both.”

“That didn’t sound like an apology, baby. Did it?” You purse your lips, “I’m getting hungry, again.”

“In a minute baby.” Matt slams Damian against the wall and looks into his eyes, “Why did you kill me?”

“Macie hated you. You made her unhappy. I was only trying to make my girlfriend happy.”

“Bullshit.” Matt steps away and takes a swing. Damian groans and falls to the floor. Your eyes, along with Matt’s flash as the smell of the blood coming from his busted cheek.

“Matt.” You whisper, “I’m-“

Matt lifts Damian up and bites into his neck, “Come on, baby. Join me.”

You flash over, attacking the other side of his neck with your fangs and you can feel the life leave the body in your grasp.

He drops down to the floor with a thud, and you turn to Matt, pulling him in for a kiss. You lick the blood from his chin and he licks it from yours.

“Are we going after Amara?” You whisper as you tilt your head back, “She also knows.”

Matt shakes his head, “No. I think it’s time to just go.” He leans back, “start our lives together. We can go anywhere.”

“Anywhere?” You ask with a smile and he shakes his head, “No, baby. We can go everywhere.”

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Prompt 30 - Rely

@rosekillermicrofic September 30, word count 739

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Final part, everyone. Just wanted to say thank you so much to everyone who has read this little series over the last few months, I enjoyed writing it so much. I will be putting it up on Ao3 all together if anyone wants to read it all through again. Thank you all again for reading. Love you. Lulu xxx

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Evan didn’t even give him a chance to get his shoes off before he was slamming him against the closed door and devouring his mouth.

“You. Bed. Now!” Evan growled at him between kisses. Barty obeyed entirely. 

The leather cuffs were already attached to the bed. He wondered when Evan had done that because those were the special ones. Normally, they had the soft ones attached all the time. It must have been right before they left because they definitely hadn’t been there when he’d got changed. 

He quickly stripped out of his clothes, tossed them in the corner out of the way and got onto the bed. Evan straddled him, reaching above him and quickly securing the hard leather cuffs around Barty’s wrists. He tugged at the cuffs, a bolt of pleasure shot right to Barty’s cock, making him tug again. Evan moved down Barty’s body, biting marks into his skin as he went, all the way down to his ankles, where he looped the matching ankle cuffs up from under the bed. Barty gasped, Evan wasn’t messing around; he’d come to play, and Barty couldn’t be more ready. 

Finished restraining Barty, Evan went over to the bottom drawer of their dresser and pulled it open. He took out the toys he wanted and returned to the bed, laying them out neatly between Barty’s stretched legs. 

His cock was fully erect at this point, just seeing Evan’s blown pupils had him nearly cuming. Evan noticed and teasingly slowly pushed the cock ring down Barty’s engorged cock. Barty flung his head back and moaned as the ring bit into his skin, the near orgasm fading away. Evan must want him to last awhile if he’d put that on. Barty tried to calm his racing heart, but then Evan opened the bottle of lube, and he was yanking at his bonds, needing to be touched immediately. “Tut, tut, darling. You know the rules. Patience or nothing happens,” Evan chided. Barty huffed like a spoilt brat but spent a moment collecting himself. “Good boy,” Evan crooned and slipped a lube-covered finger inside him. 

Barty let his thoughts wander, trying to take his mind off the insanely good feeling of Evan’s fingers deep inside him. He thought of Regulus and how happy that spiky little git was with his sunshine boyfriend. He still found it insane that he and Sirius were now almost friends, and that boyfriend of his, damn, he was something else. Barty’s cock twitched, and he quickly turned his thoughts to James’s parents and how, after barely meeting them for five minutes, they’d dragged them into their patchwork family, and Barty absolutely loved it. Plus, he got that shiny van out of it, not that it was a dealbreaker or anything. He couldn’t wait to go out in it again. And to think none of this would have happened, including Regulus finally getting out of that damn house, if Regulus hadn't thrown his apple core at James before falling out of a tree—

“Barty!” Evan snapped. 

“Huh? Oh, sorry, I was miles away,” Barty admitted sheepishly. 

“Am I boring you?” Evan asked, a brow arching upwards.

“No, no, the opposite, actually, I was trying not to cum, sorry,” Evan snorted. 

“Alright, I’ll forgive you,” He said, leaning forward and kissing Barty, nipping his bottom lip hard. The second Barty gasped, Evan removed his fingers and pushed himself inside. Barty let out a truly dirty moan. He and Evan just fit together so well. He looked up at the man he loved with all his heart as he began to move in and out of him and felt his chest bursting with adoration. 

“Marry me,” He blurted out as Evan thrust back into him. Evan stilled. 

“What?!” He asked, shock covering his face. 

“Evan, will you marry me?” Barty repeated, lifting himself off the bed as much as his restraints would let him. Evan’s eyes widened as his breath hitched. 

“Yes. Yes, Barty Crouch, I will marry you,” Evan sobbed as tears fell from his eyes. He reached up and released the cuffs around Barty’s wrists, and Barty wrapped his arms around him. Holding him against his chest. The one person he could always rely on. His Evan. 

“I love you,” He murmured. 

“I love you too,” Evan said, wiping the tears from his eyes. 

The sex turned into something softer, unhurried as they made love long into the night.   

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Last part of my unnamed little comic.

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Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

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Imagine just as quickly as both of you leaned in for that kiss, you both pulled away at the same time. No words were exchanged, just the sudden awareness of what had happened. But while you stood frozen, your thoughts spiraling, Satoru Gojo had already begun to unravel.

Imagine a young Gojo, always known as the ambassador's son. Never Satoru. Never just a boy, flawed and human. It left a mark, a deep insecurity hidden under his charming smile and perfect hair. But then came high school, and with it, the discovery that his looks, his charm, could make him more than just a title. He learned that the more he flirted, the more women desired him. He liked that. No—he craved that.

And then, one day, he met you.

If he was honest, he thought you were insufferable at first. A little too aloof, maybe even stuck-up. But the moment he spoke to you and saw how your cheeks flushed, how your voice caught in your throat, he was hooked. He hadn’t even tried, and yet you were affected. You didn’t just fall for the act—you fell for him. And for someone like Satoru, whose ego demanded constant validation, you were intoxicating.

The flirting began as a game. He wanted to know if you could like him enough—want him enough—to leave Nanami for him. Not because he loved you. Not even because he wanted to be with you. But because he needed to know he was better. It was selfish, it was cruel, and he knew it.

But somewhere along the way, things changed. You became his best friend. You laughed at his dumb jokes, gave him honest advice, and genuinely cared about him. He realized how selfish he’d been, and he hated himself for it. That’s why he started bringing Nanami into conversations whenever the flirting went too far—to remind both of you of the line you shouldn’t cross. He knew Nanami was a good man, an excellent boyfriend. Someone who deserved you more than he ever could.

And when he went to Germany, he thought he was doing the right thing. He thought he was protecting you by staying away. But then that night came.

Imagine him staring at his phone, your message lighting up the screen:

"Ah, Satoru, if only we had met sooner… if I were single, I would have asked you out already."

His heart skipped a beat. For a second, he felt victorious—validated. But then fear crept in. Fear of what that could mean. Fear of commitment. Fear of losing the endless parade of women who adored him, who fed his ego. Fear of being vulnerable. He responded the only way he knew how:

"Y/N, I’m sorry 😞 but I could never see you as more than a friend, even if you were single."

A lie. One that tore apart the fragile friendship you had left.

When he kissed you in the embassy that night, everything hit him like a kaleidoscope of memories. Every laugh, every touch, every unspoken word. He saw the way you looked at him, the way you lingered, the way you wanted. He saw every moment you chose him over Nanami in your heart, even if you wouldn’t admit it. And he realized something horrifying: you might actually leave Nanami for him.

That thought broke him. Not because he didn’t want you—but because he didn’t deserve you.

Imagine then Gojo stood up abruptly, tossing the blanket to the side. He didn’t say a word, didn’t look back. He left the embassy without a second glance, his heart pounding as he stepped into the cold night air. Pulling out his phone, he called his father.

“Can I finish my internship with you in Berlin?” he asked, his voice steady despite the chaos in his head.

Of course, his father agreed. Gojo could do as he pleased—he was the ambassador’s son, after all.

“You booked the night train for a reason,” he muttered under his breath, the lyrics echoing in his mind as he checked the train schedule. He decided then and there: he’d take the next train to Narita, maybe the one at 4 AM, and fly straight to Berlin. No goodbyes, no explanations. He blocked your number, erased you from his social media.

You didn’t need him. You had the real thing instead.

Gojo knew you too well. He knew you’d feel consumed by guilt. He knew you’d sit down with Nanami and confess everything. He also knew that Nanami, calm and composed as always, wouldn’t let you go. He could already imagine the conversation:

"If you believe you don’t love me anymore, tell me, and I’ll leave. But if you’re confused, let’s not make any rash decisions. Let’s work through this together."

Gojo knew Nanami would forgive you. Nanami would hold onto you, rebuild what was broken, he'll patch up your tapestry that he schred. Because unlike him, Nanami was capable of being the man you deserved.

Imagine that Gojo could have been that man. He could have loved you the way you deserved. He could have been everything you wanted. Gojo was never ready, so you watch him go.

But his insecurities, his selfishness, his fear of being ordinary—of being just Satoru—ruined him. Ruined you.

“What a shame she’s fucked in the head,” he thought bitterly, the words twisting like a knife in his chest.

No. That wasn’t true.

What a shame he’s fucked in the head.

Imagine again that Gojo could have been that man for you. He could have loved you, could have built a life with you. But he knew deep down—knew it in the way his chest felt hollow, in the way his hands fidgeted restlessly—that he wasn’t enough.

As he boarded the train, he allowed himself one last thought of you. Your laugh. Your smile. The way your eyes lit up when you talked about the things you loved.

And then he let you go.

Because you didn’t need him. You had the real thing. You had Nanami. And Gojo?

Gojo would just have to live with the fact that he had shredded the only connection that had ever truly mattered to him.

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A/N: Done! This is the last part of this short story! I really enjoyed writing this. I really thought it was only going to have one part but @haruhatake was so excited that she gave me the push to keep writing thank you for that!!! I made this with extra angst for you ♡ that's why there's a sort of repetition at then end. AND KUDOS for you if you noticed that this part of the story goes hand to hand with "Champagne Problems - Taylor Swift" !!!! I love you guys, thank you for your comments, likes & reblogs ♡

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