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where we meet. (e.w.)

when ur a monsterfucker n its kinktober lol am i right guys

*silence*

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thank u 4 the pointers baby :3 ilysm @elliesbelle

wc;cw: 17.8k, baker!oc, demon!ellie, HEAVY ANGST [mentions underage drinking + alcoholism + drunk driving + car accidents + death], oc’s an eldest daughter… yeah, HORROR? [gore + animal death/mutilation? + vomit + idk scary shit like blood n stuff], SMUT!!!!![HEAVY DUBCON + sexual tension + ellie shape shifts LOL + her tongue is barbed and forked and long like a fruit rollup + blood drinking + fucking outside HAHA + splash of sadism + edging + tentacles WOOO THIS BITCH IS SHAKING THE TABLE!!! + pain kink + spit but venomous + lots of cum/squirting + anal/d!p + err restraint? + oral + crazy size kink + dirty talk + masturbation? + dumbification/mind break + dacryphilia + burning/marking

“Alright, my love! A dozen red velvet cupcakes, four slices of carrot cake, and ten brownies!”

You handed two large brown bags filled with desserts over to your favorite regular, Roxanna, “I threw in two complementary cannolis, don’t tell Hattie, please!” You whispered.

The older woman laughed, turning to depart with the sweet treats, “She ain’t getting a word outta me. Thank you, baby. See you soon.”

“Have an amazing birthday! Try not to get too rowdy on that yacht, now!”

“Girl, I’m grown! If one of my guests show up without a bottle, they ain’t gettin’ on, point blank!” You both giggled.

She blew you a kiss and scurried off, the small bell above the door ringing at her exit. You sighed and scurried to the back and into the kitchen, untying your apron and hanging it on the coat rack.

“Now, Miss Hattie— “

“I know you ain’t tryna disrupt my craft right now. You know better!” The elderly woman had her gray hairs pinned back under her hair net, practically squatting near the counter as she perfected the icing job on the three-layered wedding cake, shrouded in gold and sparkly silver. Your heart grew fonder at the slight tremble in her hands as she piped sprouts of buttercream around the cake topper.

Hattie, despite her stubbornness, was reason your… fresh start went so smoothly. Meeting her was a blessing in disguise; It was raining when you stumbled upon the old bakery she worked at years ago. You’d just moved as far as you could from your hometown, in desperate need of a job. She turned down your desperate pleads time and time again, that is until you showed up to the shop one last time, drenched in rain, with your homemade red velvet cake.

She’d nearly cracked you with a broom herself when she saw you standing by the service stand, but you pleaded one last time, and left the foil wrapped dish on the register counter without another word. You’d piqued her interest. Just a smidge.

You’d received a call from a random number — the owner of the shop— days later, offering you a position at the local bakery.

As a dishwasher.

Your victory didn’t last long, however. Turns out your boss was a thieving bastard, cutting all the employee's earnings by a third months after you were hired. You were shocked no one shoved a piping bag up his ass.

Weeks later, you were out of a job. And so was Hattie.

… Did she reluctantly ask you for tips on how you made your cake that moist as you two waited for the bus, hairnets still on? Absolutely. And you shared them on the ride back to her small home.

She swiftly became your support, your right-hand man, your newfound comfort only after a few months. You silently thank the universe for her everyday; You couldn’t imagine opening your spot without her with you, making sure to double — triple whatever shit pay her previous boss gave her.

“C’mon, Roxie just picked up. We needa head out now,” Closing was always a hassle whenever Hattie was in the zone. The extra five minutes she often requested easily turned into an hour if not regulated; Bless her heart.

She sighed and stretched, “Alright,” Reluctance in her tone. “You’re lucky my grandkids are coming to see me tomorrow!” She set her piping bag down and allowed you to stroll the wedding cake into the walk-in fridge.

Hattie hardly ever asked for time off; You practically have to shove her out your bakery doors every Thanksgiving, Christmas Eve, New Years! The only request — demand she’s ever made was no work on Halloween. She gave you explicit instructions when you hired her years ago: don’t call my phone during the day of evil!

Her request threw you for a whirl at first. You assumed she was joking because what seventy-year-old woman still cares about Halloween and its lore? When she hadn’t laughed with you, however, you apologized and offered her three days off for the end of October. Everyone deserves to be with their family, regardless of time of year.

You wished you had someone to call during the cozy Fall.

You threw yourself into work the second you got the chance. Opening your bakery a year ago was something you’d been working towards since you made your first batch of cupcakes at ten years old. You and your mother baked until your arms burned from kneading years after that, and the hobby swiftly became your down time. Your shop was small and crowded, but your name was printed on the door.

You never thought you’d be able to own anything after the last decade of being locked up, after the accident you’d caused.

That horrid day and its repercussions continues to loom over you like a dark cloud no matter where you go, filling your life with trails of dread that refuse to be washed away. You lost your family, some friends, a potential partner, and it was all because of one mindless decision during your reckless and dark teenage years.

To put it bluntly, you never recovered. Everyday is a struggle, but you’ve managed to distract yourself with work. Your newfound friends hate that they never see you, but you beg them to accept that you're busy whenever you receive an invitation to dinner.

Sadly, your accomplishments are not companions, and your heart is forever vacant. Nothing — or no one — will change that.

No matter how many times you’ve tried to reach out to your loved ones, your calls go unanswered. You came to terms with the fact that they’ll always see you as the force that destroyed their unity — the disappointment, ages ago, but your heart still longs for their affection.

You wake up and hope for their forgiveness everyday.

“You comin’?”

Miss Hattie’s voice pulled you from your thoughts as you silently walked her to the door, her work bag in hand and ready to go.

“No, ma’am. Still gotta check the inventory.”

She sucked her teeth, “I coulda still been decorating— “

“Enough of that! Get on home!” You waved her off with a smile.

“Uh huh,” She rolled her eyes and left with a nod, “See you next week!”

You waved goodbye, shutting the door fully and flipping the open sign to close.

You stretched your arms above your head, your achy shoulders and neck popping with stiffness. All you wanted was a fucking massage.

You made your way back to the kitchen, clipboard in hand, marking off products that desperately needed refilling. What kind of bakery runs out of sugar? Sugar!

The bus ride home was nauseating; You need your own car desperately.

You politely greeted your neighbors as they left the elevator before heading to your floor. The late afternoon sun was blooming through the hallway windows of your building. You unlocked your door, the waft of cool air from the open window in your living room brushing your skin.

You tossed your bag off your shoulders, and it thudded to the floor, the overworked bones in your arms cracking when you stretched them up at the ceiling.

The small ball of fur rubbing against your leg rejuvenated you in seconds.

Your cat meowed happily when you bent down to plant kisses on her head. She followed you into the kitchen as you heated the kettle on the stove, hopping onto the counter to watch you work.

“You know better. Get down,” your eyes squinted.

She only tilted her head at you before sitting on the granite completely. You were too tired to move her.

Whistles erupted from the small hole in the pot minutes later. You filled your mug to the brim with the soothing herbal tea your friends gave you before heading into your bedroom.

You closed your blinds and undressed completely, plopping onto your blankets, taking sips from your mug as exhaustion and warmth flooded your body.

The last thing you remember was your cat walking all over your back.

THUD, THUD THUD THUDTHUD—

Your body shook awake at the pounding coming from the entrance of your home. Anxiety surged in your gut when the loud knocks against wood came to a sudden halt, only to start up again, even more frantic and aggressive.

THUDTHUDTHUDTHUD—

You kicked your blankets off and sat up, your sweaty form clinging to the sheets as you searched around your room. Everything was where it was supposed to be, but your door was wide open. You never leave your door open. Did you shut your door when you came home from…

Where were you before this?

You called for your cat once, twice, three times, but she never came. Your apartment was always quiet, but this silence… It was weighted, a heavy press on your chest.

You don’t remember how you got into your living room, but your toes were digging into the soft fluff of your rugs, attempting to sketch into the floor. Even the slightest movement felt like a fight against sludge. Like trekking through the rain in drenched clothes. The knocks didn’t cease, and was synced with the pounding in your ears.

The walls were breathing. Why couldn’t you breathe? You swore you were going to throw up.

The painted plaster moved in waves, your door plunging in and out of its frame, back and forth like a pendulum, but you couldn’t see behind it; Your toenails scratched harder into the floor. You couldn’t stop staring at the door. Every nerve in your brain was urging you to run, find a place to hide, but your body wouldn’t allow it. You simply stood, trapped in a cloud of distress.

The banging stopped and you inhaled, air finally filling your lungs. The feel of fabric beneath your toes was no longer there: something softer than hardwood. Something squishy, something sticky and wet with hair. Your nails tore into it, oddly comforted by the sensation.

All was quiet again, the familiar steadiness of your home calming your racing heart.

Until a weak, wheezing exhale came from beneath you; You nearly missed it. Your heart rate skyrocketed when you peered at your feet.

Your cat’s neck and stomach were sliced open, her small organs pouring out of the large slit in her body. Maggots and spiders were crawling all over her, your feet completely drenched in her blood and your nails plunged deep into her decomposing skin. The insects devouring your nearly dead pet rushed up your legs at an alarming rate, tearing into your thighs like desperate rats fiending for a meal.

You woke up screaming.

“Girl…”

“I don’t know why that happened! I’ve never had a dream like that before!” All the lights were on in your home, your kitty purring in your lap as you stroked her comfortingly. “I know it’s late but can you come over? I’m honestly… freaked out right now.”

Your good friend, Celeste, exhaled over the line, “… Yeah,” she resigned. “Gimmie ten minutes. I love you. Just… try to relax.”

You breathed when she told you to, your head bobbing like she could see you, “Okay. I love you too.”

You almost didn’t want to hang up, but you’d already bothered your friend enough tonight. It’s been a while since you two hung out together; You hope she’s up for a sleepover!

Your kitty nuzzled your chin affectionately. You hoped she knew you would never hurt her.

“I’ve never been so horrified in my life!” You spoke around the sugary spoon in your mouth. “Dreams have never… felt like that for me. I swear, it doesn’t matter how deep my sleep paralysis is! I felt like I was really,” you quickly peered around the room for your kitty, praying she couldn’t hear you. “Stepping on her body! My poor angel.”

Celeste shoveled more ice cream into her mouth, “Girl, that’s fucking crazy,” she assured, nodding towards your sleeping baby on the table. “Just remember that nothing actually happened. You love her and she loves you.”

She continued after a heavy sigh. “But you know me. Dreams, nightmares, they’re all from something, and if it felt as real as you say…” Her brow arched at you. What the fuck is she talking about?

Her eyes rolled in exasperation, “Isn’t your coworker, like… mad superstitious? Queen, but still. The devil’s working, girl.”

You took a deep breath like she instructed a billion times over since she’s arrived. A smirk grew on her face.

“Plus… it’s that time of year. ,” she stuck her tongue out and playfully grabbed her tits, “We gettin’ slutty. Gotta show out for Scorpio season. I made my own costume.”

Your nerves calmed at the reminder of your friends' packed weekend. Since your only true time off was during the spooky season, they always encouraged you to join them in their reckless behavior, especially during your time off. You resigned from partying a long time ago, but did indulge in the lively atmosphere from time to time during the holiday season.

“You’re right,” you sighed and placed your hands over the resting ones on her chest.

“Thank you! Take that damn chef hat off!” she scolded. “No more business talk until— “

“Next week, I know,” you mocked, “And I don’t wear chef hats, thanks.”

“Don’t give a shit about any of that. I’m getting pipe tomorrow night,” Celeste fell back on the sofa, giddily kicking her feet in the air.

A hearty chuckle escaped you. Maybe you’d meet someone too.

You were finally able to get some rest— thank god for Celeste — and start organizing your costumes for the… large sum of parties they planned to drag you to.

You still haven’t completely recovered from your nightmare two nights ago. The vivid imagery that your subconscious conjured up still gives you the ick, but for the sake of your friends, you chose not to bring it up again. You silently thanked the universe when you managed to get a full nine hours the night before.

Your friends managed to pull you into the Halloween spirit and take you to… Spirit. Despite the void stares from your friends at your costume choices, you settled on the Zelda outfit that’d been on sale at Party City for the past two weeks. Celeste couldn’t stop herself from… cutting your costume up and making it as revealing as possible. She opted to cut off the sleeves, sew the pants into a skirt that hugged your body way too tightly, and did your makeup how she wanted. You didn’t stand a chance against her.

You despised how hot clubs get; You probably looked like you were melting.

You stayed as far away from the bar as you could, watching your friends down shot after shot as the night progressed. Your surroundings were crowded and stuffy, the bass of the DJ booth rattling from your feet all the way up to your chest. Your moves were sloppy and disoriented, but Celeste was behind you, grabbing your hips and supporting your weight.

Your thoughts were hazy and incoherent as your arms waved around to the beat. The music blasting in your ears turned into white noise; The environment completely entranced you, your eyes shutting at the weightlessness of your clammy body.

The hands behind you were suddenly grabbing tighter, yanking you closer, as you continued to dance.

You pushed back onto them and their arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you back, yanking you close, your clammy flesh practically melding with theirs. Their scent engulfed you, rich and deep yet distinct. Your arm wrapped around the back of their neck, pulling them down while their hands explored your hips.

Their lips were on your neck, your head resting on their shoulder. Something hot was stirring in the pit of your stomach the more they swayed you, the arch in your back deepening; You haven’t felt wanted in so long.

You tried to spin to face them, but they held you still, pressing their chest into your backside. Your breaths picked up when they bit the most sensitive spot on your neck, your toes curling in your heeled boots, your manicured nails nearly chipping in your stockings.

Their mouth moved higher and higher, right under your ear, the hand coming up to wrap around your throat to hold you still. Your core squeezed as the grip on your neck tightened… and tightened… your airways were closing, and swiftly, the feeling was no longer pleasant. Your eyes snapped open when they didn’t let up, a shocked gasp escaping your dry mouth. The moment was no longer sensual, but straining and forceful. Almost angry.

Your lust turned to panic instantly, your eyes bulging as your nails dug into their hands, their taut thighs, their wrist, but they didn’t budge. You thrashed and shook with terror. You gasped for air and tried to push them off but it was all for naught.

Nobody came to help you. Suddenly all the faceless bodies around you were gone, heaps of black smoke pooling at your feet as you wailed for Celeste. The hands and lips were replaced with razor sharp claws and fangs as cold as ice against the side of your face, murmuring voices and screaming chants roaring in your ears. The former body grew monstrous, tripling in size and darkening.

The sensation of decaying, bloody skin was at your feet once more, fiery red ants and black widows nipping at your skin as the smoke flooded up your body, swallowing your calves, thighs, waist.

Weak shouts and begs for release went unheard by the force behind you. A faint whisper of your name made you sob harder; You’re going to die, you’re going to die, you’re going to die—

The whisper called your name again. And again. And again, much louder and urgent. Desperate for a response but all you could do was holler for your mother.

One last shout of your name made you drop to the floor, all the sensations surrounding your body gone. Your crown clanked onto the vibrating hardwood as drunk clubgoers gawked at you in confusion and annoyance, Celeste and your friends staring in concern, reaching to help you up.

But you couldn’t be touched. Any brush on your skin surged your heart to your throat. You needed to get the fuck out of here.

Your friends kept yelling about what happened, how they could help, but you couldn’t speak. You swore you were going to vomit.

You pushed yourself off the hardwood and through the crowd, away from your friends, away from everyone. Your smudged makeup stained your wrists, the shouts of your name going unheard as you shoved passed security and ran into the night.

You didn’t sleep at all that night.

You immediately left the club, hauled a taxi, and ran up into your apartment, double — triple checking to make sure all your doors were locked and windows were closed. You tore your costume off your body and threw it into your garbage before hopping into the shower. You desperately wanted to wash your hair, but you refused to close your eyes. The darkness when you blinked was haunting enough.

To put it lightly, you were fucking horrified.

Your body trembled under the steaming water, soft sobs escaping while you scrubbed your skin raw. Especially your shoulder.

Your phone rang off the hook until the sun rose, your kitty refusing to leave your lap. She never failed to comfort you in your times of need, but you barely rubbed her all night. All you could do is cry and think.

Your friends pounded on your door multiple times, but you refused to move from your bed. Their frantic knocking was very reminiscent of the pounding in your nightmare. You couldn’t shake how real everything felt: the comfort, the desire, the destress, the pure, unfiltered terror at the imagery of you being eaten alive by darkness. If you could even call it that: imagery.

Imagery is not enough to describe what you experienced. You were attacked in public, and no one bothered to help you. Nobody… saw anything.

You’re not fucking crazy.

Your friends were sweet enough to stop by the same afternoon with candles and lavender-scented bath bombs after your public breakdown. Their efforts at lifting your spirits didn’t go unnoticed, but your thoughts kept racing, every time you shut your eyes, even for a few seconds. How the hell were you going to explain what you saw that night?

Despite your friends’ skepticism, you were eventually able to convince them that you felt severely claustrophobic and the lack of air sent you spiraling.

… It wasn’t a complete lie, at least.

You were able to get some minuscule hours of sleep after they left before it was time to prepare for your shift. Dark circles were imprinted under your eyes, your skin was dry, and your uniform was not ironed, but you were up and moving. Small victories.

Your hand was practically glued to your forehead in extreme fatigue, your eyes burning at the brightness of your computer screen as you checked the time. Your emails always boomed during this time of year as people prepared for the holiday season; A good night's sleep seemed even farther away now.

You swiftly replied to each request with your availability before grabbing your bag and keys, kissing your kitty goodbye, and running down to the bus stop.

You greeted every familiar face with a polite smile before entering the already packed vehicle, the beginnings of a rising sun beaming through the scratched windows. You plopped onto the only available seat — farthest away from your neighbors — with a heavy exhale, your head falling against its rest.

This week is going to be so gruesome for orders; You prayed Ms. Hattie was prepared for it.

Returning to work was just as draining as you’d assumed.

Your business line has been ringing off the hook all morning, people asking for dozens of gingerbread cookies and wedding cakes layered to the ceiling. You could make a nest for yourself right on the clean tiles of the kitchen and nap.

You’ll never know how Ms. Hattie did it: wakes up at five in the morning and moves through decorating like a walk in the park. You can barely lift your arms and it’s only hour three.

You whipped egg whites and sugar like your life depended on it — it did — with your landline tucked between your shoulder and ear, reciting pick-up addresses and numbers in voicemails. You’re so fucking tired.

Hattie wasn’t, though. Just quiet. A bit too quiet.

She hasn’t said much since you’ve arrived. She got to the shop much earlier than expected, politely saying good morning when she caught you standing by the kitchen entrance. She hasn’t acknowledged you since. You tried to get some laughs out of her, but she only half-smiled before silently returning to her work.

You two continued to carefully wrap and deliver dessert-filled boxes like a well fueled machine up until the last minutes before closing. You stretched before grabbing the broom to sweep the entire shop, making your way into the kitchen where Hattie was staring off into nothing.

“Hey, girl. I can close up, so,” you murmured, wiping the sweat off your brow.

She seemed to be pulled out of her trance, “Oh, sorry hun,” Her head bobbed. “Are you sure you’re good on your own?”

“Yes, ma’am,” You paused. “Umm, are you doin’ okay? You seemed… I dunno, quiet, I guess.”

Hattie nodded, and you took it as an invitation to speak. “Somethin’ you wanna talk about? You didn’t even tell me how your weekend went. How’re the kiddos?” You asked gently, propping your broom against the wall.

A heavy exhale left her.

“I… Something was…” she stuttered.

Another deep inhale. Another lengthy exhale.

“Something felt different, no?” She whispered.

Your brows pulled down in confusion. “What d’you mean?”

“This… this weekend. Wasn’t it different?”

“Umm…” you pondered. “Not really, no. Why, what’s goin’ on?”

More silence before she huffed, “… Nothin’. You know how I get this time of year. Sorry, dear.” She turned and snatched her work bag off the counter before departing with a skittish nod, “See ya tomorrow.”

“W-Wait—“ You tried to stop her, but the kitchen door was already slamming shut, the small ding alarming Hattie’s departure from your shop.

You allowed your tense shoulders to drop, snagging the broom and heading towards the front of your shop for cleanup.

That was odd.

The front door of your apartment shut and you fell back against it in exhaustion. You desperately needed a massage.

You stretched before pushing yourself off the door and wobbling over to your cat’s area, refilling her bowl and cleaning her litter box. You clicked your tongue to lure her over to eat.

You called her name out when she didn’t come. You snagged her filled bowl and shook it, alerting your baby to come and eat. She still didn’t come. You huffed and made your way into your room; She probably took over your softest pillow again.

The bowl in your hand clattered to the floor and your screams nearly shattered your windows. Bile rose in your throat and you heaved at the scene in front of you.

Your beloved pet was dead. Completely mauled, her blood and organs pouring out of the giant slit that went from her throat to her stomach. Sobs wracked through you at the savage attack. The one source of comfort that you looked forward to seeing every morning and night was gone, snatched away from you in the blink of an eye. You've tried to alleviate your anxiety by suggesting that your nightmares are merely that. Dreams. Creations by your subconscious to try and solve issues that occur in your everyday life.

But nothing so heinous would ever cross your mind. You would never harm the precious angel who brought you healing in your times of need.

This wasn’t a coincidence. Someone came into your home while you were away. Someone killed your baby.

“We’re sorry, ma’am,” the county deputy sighed, “But there wasn’t any sign of breaking and entering. You stated that everything is where you left it, correct?”

“Everything wasn’t where I left it,” Anger rushed through you at the officer’s dismissiveness. “My cat was fucking fine before I went to work. I’d never… put her in an environment where she could be harmed,” Tears flooded your eyes.

“We understand that this was an attack done in your home. What happened here’s definitely not normal, but we won’t be able to solve everything in one night,” He consoled, “We’re getting a team here to investigate. I would suggest packing an overnight bag and staying with family or a friend until we get this situated.”

Family. You almost broke down.

When you didn’t respond, he interjected, “We can also find you a room to stay in for a few nights— “

“No, uh, thanks. I got it.”

You dug in your pocket for your phone and dialed Celeste. He nodded and spun towards his partner who jabbered into a walkie.

Your friend’s tone blared through the speakers, “Hiii, baby, what’s up! I haven’t heard from you in a minute.”

Your bottom lip wobbled, “Sorry I didn’t call. Um… can I ask a favor?”

“Of course you can. What’s the matter? Are you good?”

The floodgates that’d been building in your eyes overflowed, pouring down your cheeks and onto your work shirt. You wept.

“Can you come pick me up?”

“I just feel like… I feel like I’m going fucking crazy,” you whispered and picked at your fingers, “I know it doesn’t make any sense, but— “

“Nah, it makes perfect sense. You’re fucking psychic. That’s literally the only explanation,” your friend shook her head at you. “You dreamt about something and it happened a couple days after.”

“None of that shit is real, Celeste.” She sighed in disappointment.

“It’s not real to you,” she pointed from the other side of the couch. “My grandmomma was a witch—“You huffed and adjusted the blanket draped over your shoulders.

“But, hey,” she raised her hands in defense. “I can’t make you believe anything. But coming from the most superstitious bitch in town, somebody is trying to tell you something. You’re not freaked out?”

“Of course I’m freaked out! But I'm not wasting my time thinking about some… fuckin’ ghost— “

“What happened when we were at the club?”

Your blood went ice cold. You couldn’t stop the pure terror that spread across your face at the mention of that night. You’ve attempted to block… whatever happened out of your memory for the last couple days for your sake, but Celeste read you like a book, and you hated her for it.

“Exactly. Are you ready to talk about it now?”

“I… I told you what happened— “

“You lied about what happened. And don’t try to argue,” She leaned closer, eyes comforting. “We tried calling out to you for so long. We thought somebody fucking… laced you, or something, you were so zoned out. We were this close to calling the fucking police.”

“… What do you mean? I lost y'all in the crowd before I started dancing with somebody— “

Celeste shook her head, “No.”

Your throat went dry, the blood rushing to your head almost making you faint.

“We tried to tell you, baby. But we didn’t wanna push you to talk to us about it,” she said gently. “We were with you the entire time.”

The tightness in your chest wouldn’t subside, shuddering breaths leaving your nose with every denial from Celeste.

“No one else came up to us,” she whispered, “and no one danced with you.”

Your head kept shaking in attempts to disprove her claims, in attempts to combat the fear that was attempting to slice you from the inside out, but deep down, you knew she was onto something.

Celeste’s hold sadly didn’t bring comfort, but she held you close anyway, ensuring that you’re not by yourself, but all you could think about was your mother. The smile she used to give you whenever you succeeded never failed to recharge the dying battery in your back. It’s depressing how little impact her grin has on you in adulthood.

The dark cloud of your past cascaded over the two of you; If she were here, your best friend would’ve forced you into the passenger side of her father’s pick-up, already halfway across town by now, set to isolate. To escape.

“Whoever did this is incredibly strategic,” The tall detective stated with a journal in his hand, “They didn’t leave traces of anything: hair, fingerprints, nothing. It’s almost like they never broke in.”

You haven’t been able to get any sleep or go to work for the last week, completely isolated inside your friend’s home. When you received a phone call from the detective assigned to your case, you caught the first bus you could and flew back to your apartment complex. You don’t remember the ride.

Your hope plummeted at his declaration, even with his reassurance, “We’re doing everything we can to find this person. Your safety is our number one priority.”

He gave your shoulder an encouraging squeeze, and it brought you comfort. While you weren’t satisfied with their reports, you could see that he was trying. Was this your first time meeting him?

He seemed familiar, but you couldn’t place it.

He stared into your eyes with a gentle grin and continued, “If we should even call them that. They’re a cold-blooded, heartless fiend that needs to be taken out.”

Your brows furrowed at his sudden determination, but your head bobbed in agreement. Your mind was racing but you couldn’t say anything. Someone killed your baby. Did his grip on you tighten? You couldn’t move.

“The bastards that get away with such vicious crimes need to be put away forever,” his tone was harsh and sharp, and it made your fingers twitch. Your stomach plummeted when his smile stretched higher, his teeth shin

His other hand landed on your other shoulder. You tried to move back, but you couldn’t, “S-Sir— “

“They need to be hung from the ceiling by their throats and slaughtered like fucking pigs! Like the worthless animals they are! —“

His spit landed on your face at his screams. He hollered about how much he hated killers, how they were scum and deserved to be tortured. How you…

“You thought we forgot about what you did?” He whimpered; prior menacing smile vanished.

The bearded man in front of you was sobbing, his gaze pinning you against the wall. He didn’t blink and his eyes were bloodshot, his mouth turned downward, the corners of his lips nearly touching his chin. Your eyes frantically traveled over his form, his uniform replaced with pajamas and slippers.

“YOU’RE A KILLER! YOU’RE A KILLER, YOU’RE A KILLER, YOU’RE A KILLER! —“

Cursed murmurs amplified his pained shouts. Your home was melting away, the walls seeping into the floor before you dropped, the terror weakening your limbs. Your nails dug into the grass and dirt below you, panic electrifying your system.

The man was gone, but you were outside in the middle of the night, decomposing trees surrounding you. You tried to stand but you couldn’t. You were forced to take in the scene that you wished to never see again. The one scene that your subconscious couldn’t eliminate no matter how hard you tried to forget.

Your parents' car— wrecked car. The vehicle was completely destroyed, the bumper and windscreen ran into a tree. You screamed and shouted but no noise left, the sinister chants resounding in your ears. The wreckage seemed to move, closer, closer, your eyes locking onto the two bodies inside completely mangled in the accident.

The two bodies were younger you, thrown over the dashboard and your arm twisted to an alarming degree, blood running down your head and mouth, shards of glass piercing through the skin of your bare legs.

You couldn’t stop yourself from peering at the body beside you. You hollered for help, cried and begged to wake up, all while staring at your best friend — your soulmate, completely maimed from the waist up. It was just as brutal as you remember: her blood splattered all over the airbag, her limbs shattered and broken, large pieces of glass pierced into her skull. You were sick, you were sick.

Suddenly, the mantras that attempted to swallow you whole stopped.

Then there was laughter. Your soulmate’s laughter, but it wasn’t how you remembered. It was darker, hollow, empty. Enraged.

Everything around you went dark.

Sobs tear through your throat the second your eyes open, the comforting scent of Celeste’s lavender candles intruding your senses. Your body was drenched in sweat, and you could hear your friend calling out to you, her cold hands on your face, but you couldn’t think. You just screamed. Her attempts of trying to sit you up failed, your fingers hanging onto her sheets for dear life. You were paralyzed with fear.

Somehow, your biggest regret came to pay you a visit.

Your instincts finally kick in, pushing Celeste off you and bolting towards her bedroom door. She was calling for you; she even reached out to touch you, but you pushed her harder.

She screamed for you to stop, and you lost it.

“Get the fuck away from me! STOP — stop fucking touching me!” you rush out into her living room and towards her front door.

Shocked plastered across your friend’s face.

Celeste whispered your name; Why did she sound like her?

“I gotta get the fuck outta here, I can’t,” heave, “I can’t fucking do this, I can’t, I can’t — “

Distraught mumbles fled your tongue on your way out, not bothering to look back at your friend. You heard her sniffling before the door slammed shut, guilt swarming your chest, but it wasn’t enough to overcast the terror ripping you open from the inside out.

After vomiting outside of Celeste’s apartment building, — multiple times — you took your leave. As fast as you could. You couldn't say a word to her; She desperately tried to get information out of you, but your throat felt like it would crack open at the slightest whisper. The fear you’d been trying to invalidate crashed into you all at once.

You fled without your belongings, only slowing when night goers surrounded you in the city.

Celeste has been worried sick about you this entire time, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t care.

Your steps were jerky and quick, and you kept scratching at your shoulder. You felt her everywhere. All over you, but it wasn’t comforting. Not like it used to be.

You walked and walked, your mind racing with moments from your past: the last moments with your best friend. Your kryptonite. The scar in your shoulder was covered in fresh, red lines from your nails.

JUNIOR YEAR: 2012

You frantically shoved your books into your locker, anticipating the alarm that sounded for lunch. You can’t wait to get the hell out of here.

The second it goes off, you're booking it for the door. You hoped Ellie kept her word and brought your birthday present.

You busied yourself in your small cubby whenever security or teachers walked by, politely greeting them with the most innocent smile you could muster. They didn’t bat an eye, wishing you a happy birthday before turning the corner at the end of the hall.

You gave them all fake greetings until the loud tone blared through the hallway speakers, students instantly rushing out of their classrooms to head to the cafeteria. You grabbed your now empty backpack and merged with the crowd, trekking for the exit. You managed to scurry through the double doors of the school and bolted towards your parents’ old car, ducking behind the driver's side as you waited for your best friend.

You texted her a few times but she didn’t respond for minutes. You almost gave up and returned inside the building before two hands pinched your sides from behind. A squeal left your mouth when you whipped around. Ellie snorted at you, her arms wrapping around your neck in a tight hug. You reluctantly hugged her back.

HAAAPPY BIIIRTHDAAAY TOOO YOUUU—

You shushed her shouts with a smile, Shut up! Someone might hear you.

She kissed your cheek before releasing you, No ones fucking here, relax. Open the door, her head jerked towards the vehicle.

You stealthily unlocked it and the two of you jumped in. You shoved the key into the ignition as Ellie cranked the speakers all the way up, your car rattling with bass as you two exited the parking lot and zoomed down the main street.

Ellie belted Cherry Waves out the window, bright laughs leaving your throats as you drove to… anywhere. Times like this always bring you joy; You love being around her.

Ditching class might’ve not been the best birthday celebration, but you were having a ball.

You drove until you reached the end of town. There was a small campground that you and Ellie found on your first couple drives together, and it swiftly became your little get away spot. You’d spend hours talking, drawing, screaming at the top of your lungs until the sun disappeared and your parents demanded you come home.

You two raced to your designated spot by the lake, Ellie’s filled backpack slamming onto the sand, glass clattering from the inside. You mischievously eyed it, I think someone owes me a present!

I don’t owe you shit. I’m a good friend, say thank you, She rolled her eyes. You grabbed her hands and clumsily twirled her.

Thank you, Ellieee! you nearly ripped her bag apart as you inspected the contents.

Don’t go too crazy. Remember what happened last time? her smile was light, but you could tell she was scolding you. You snickered.

Um, yeah. We had a ball. Help me open this, you downplayed, passing her the unopened bottle.

You know exactly what she’s referring to; You might’ve drank a bit too much at your friend’s birthday dinner. And Christmas party… and when you all went to the fair, but it was all in good fun! You’re young and living life; Ellie’s always a bit dramatic when she comments on your drinking.

Ellie snatched the bottle and opened it, taking a large swig from it before handing it back. You followed in her lead, taking three large gulps of the liquid, the burn flowing down your throat and into your stomach. Ellie pulled her speaker out of her bag and queued your joint playlist.

The two of you drank and sang and danced until sunset, your vision blurry and legs wobbly. Ellie was sweet enough to help you back to the car, snagging the keys from your pocket before helping you into the passenger side. You tried to talk to her, but she couldn’t understand. She always looked so cute when you mumbled nonsense, wispy brows pulled down with a light smile. You felt so happy whenever she was around.

She drove you back home and you threw up all over your front yard. Somehow, she snuck past your parent's room without hassle, ushering you into bed. You couldn’t stop laughing; Her bright smile only made you cackle louder before her hand pressed against your mouth.

—

Ellie’s soft palms moved up and down your arm bare, occasionally squeezing your bicep. You couldn’t stop smiling, goosebumps following the drag of her fingertips.

You’re such a dork, she whispered between snickers.

You love me, you said much louder, but she hummed. The look in her eye was suddenly far away. You nervously nibbled at your bottom lip, your eyes dropping to her mouth. Did her lips always look this soft?

You admired every aspect of her face in silence, your index finger continuing to trace over the bridge of her nose, the apple of her cheeks, down to her chin. Ellie’s a sight.

Your hazy mind barely noticed the tint on her cheeks, your bedroom dimly lit by the moonlight cascading in from your window. Her eyes were glued to your mouth.

She inched closer, her moves subtle. You would’ve missed it if she wasn’t right there.

You don’t know what came over you, but your mouth pressed against hers. Her lips were stiff against yours, and it made you pull away.

She didn’t seem… happy, not how you felt. Her expression was gloomy, her eyes flashing with… everything and nothing at the same time. You locked up instantly.

You love me, Ellie… right?

Your tongue felt swollen in your mouth when you slurred.

Ellie didn’t answer, and you held yourself up on your elbow, your brain alarming your legs to get up and leave. To abandon.

Ellie… d-do you love me?

O-Of course I do—

The tremors in her voice sliced through you like a hot blade. Her confirmation was only meant to appease, your drunk brain told you. Ellie doesn’t love you, not like that. Your own parents’ love is conditional; Why wouldn’t hers be?

—

You were never a rebellious kid.

Your parents always praised you for being a remarkable role model for your younger siblings: incredible listener, studious, eager to help others. They never failed to highlight, amplify, pressure your good behavior. But their doting smiles disappeared when you failed to meet their expectations.

The transition from middle to high school was rough for you. Your grades suffered and you were surrounded by other kids you didn’t recognize, and your “star-student” streak vanished in an instant. You’ve never seen your family so disappointed in you.

You broke your back trying to save your academic status for the next few years. You hardly slept, ate, spent time with your newfound friends, and it was all for your parents. They didn’t acknowledge you until that offer to join the early-college program came in the mail during your sophomore year. When you accepted that you needed to have something to show to get their affection, you spiraled downward.

You swiftly replaced the emptiness in your heart with a bunch of seniors. They agreed to let you tag along if you could hang, so you did whatever was necessary to gain their companionship: started sneaking out, staying out late, going to parties that you had no business being at.

Started drinking.

Just one sip, loosen up! Little did you know that’s all it took to get you hooked.

The drink was rancid and a gross, murky color. You weren’t enjoying it, so why couldn’t you put the cup down for the rest of the night? You threw back cup after cup until you were unconscious on the front porch of the house. None of your friends bothered to take you inside where it was safe.

You barely recall being hauled back inside and upstairs, plush pillows under your head as you drifted off. When you woke, you swiftly decided that the pounding in your head and the nausea in your gut was worth it. Last night was the freest you’d ever felt. You almost missed the small sticky note stuck on your arm. Someone gave you their phone number, demanding that you tell them if you made it out alive (i hope so.)

You gained a best friend from that sloppily scratched note.

Meeting Ellie was a blessing. She was funny, smart and kind. She was so nice to you. None of your old friends treated you like she did. Ellie’s friends were much warmer and welcoming when she introduced you to them for the first time. Every time they had plans, you were invited, no conditions needed.

Every vacant space in your heart was filled with something brighter. It’s unfortunate that your brain has already mastered its attachment to something more dangerous.

Ellie… for the billionth fucking time, I don’t have a problem. Can you just let it go? you scoffed from your bed.

I’ll let it go when you cut it out. You can’t do shit without it anymore, She spat, pointing at the McDonald’s cup filled with Tequila. You grinned nastily and sipped your straw. You were so sick of having this conversation with your friends. With her.

Yes, I can. I’m fine. See? You sarcastically rubbed all over your body. Another huge gulp. I dunno why y'all are acting like this. I’m not the only one that drinks.

You’re not fuckin’ fine, first of all! It was fun at first, but you don’t know how to control yourself! You’re scaring everybody off, Her arms flailed as her voice rose. You’re so happy your parents are working.

You weren’t “scaring everybody off”; You did have some outbursts some time ago, but your friends were still around. They always called you for a fun time, and you were always there to show out.

Oh my fucking god, you’re so extra, you got up with your cup, grabbing Ellie’s hand and leading her into the bathroom down the hall. You removed the lid and dumped its contents out; You tried to hide the surge of anxiety as you watched it go down the drain.

See? I can stop whenever I want.

Then stop, she whispered, sadness in her eyes, No more… okay?

The emotions flowed through her eyes like water, and it made you uncomfortable. You already wanted a refill, but you nodded to appease her.

O-Okay, Ellie, I’m sorry, you whispered, and she hugged you so tight. Kissed your clothed shoulder, and it gave you solace, even if it was just temporary.

But when she left, you were alone, comforted by the temptation of your own thoughts. You broke into your parents’ locked liquor cabinet that same night.

—

When you showed up to exam day drunk, Ellie began to pull away.

She didn’t bother to beg and yell when you were entranced by your vice. You simply saw her less, and your heart cracked whenever your calls went unanswered.

Abandonment was the worst feeling, even more so when it’s a result of something you’ve done. Your anxiety spiked significantly when you strolled around campus and your friends ignored you, and it only made you drink more when you got home. The acidic pacifier you discovered was turning you into someone unrecognizable. You were failing, and you were alone. You’d wished your siblings were older so you could talk to them.

Everything came crashing when your parents received an alarmed call from your principal.

You’d been vomiting in the nurse's office for half an hour, and they ended up calling the ambulance. Your stomach was getting pumped hours later.

When you regained consciousness, the only thing you could hear were your mother’s hysteric sobs in the hall.

—

Summer came along, and you were out of rehab. Withdrawal fucking sucked; It took you almost three weeks to fall asleep in the center.

You didn’t expect to see Ellie and your friends sitting on your porch when your parents pulled into the driveway, flowers and your favorite candy in hand. Your best friend cried into your shoulder for an hour straight; You refused to let her go as you sobbed into hers. You’d missed hugging her.

When everyone was seated on your parents' couch, you offered to share the secret to get melty, gooey chocolate chip cookies every time. They couldn’t stop grinning at you; You were finally back to normal.

Ellie spent the night at your house and hugged you to her chest until you drifted off.

You accepted that you were a terrible person when all you could think about was a drink. Just one.

All the promises you made were broken a few months later, crushed into dust by your own hand.

—

Everyone you loved hated you. Liquor always forced you to see the truth in people, melted away the fantasy that you created out of self-preservation. It fueled the rage that you desperately tried to keep hidden from your family; You’re so fucking mad, and you can’t remember why.

Your parents hated you; your siblings hated you, your best friend, the one person you have to confide in, the only thing you had left to love, hated you. Everyone hated you, and it was all your fault. Selfishness was the only way one could be a successor.

The second Ellie climbed into your parents’ car with that soft look in her eye, fury swallowed you whole. You barely said a word to her, her favorite song cranked to maximum volume.

Ellie? Your voice was quiet, but you were seething. You don’t remember why.

Hm?

D-Do you still care about me? your hands were clenched around the wheel so tightly, you thought it would snap in two. She was suddenly tense in the passenger seat, but she whispered without hesitation. Of course, I do… always.

But you didn’t believe her.

Ellie should’ve never agreed to go on a drive with you.

The way Ellie whipped her head towards you was vicious, her hand slamming onto the volume button of your car to silence the noise. You hated how she knew instantly.

… Are you fucking drunk right now?

There it was. All the proof you needed. Confirmation that you were nothing but a disappointment. You hadn’t moved from the stop sign. Self-loathing thrashed from the inside; your teeth are bound to crack like glass with the tightness of your jaw.

She’d whispered your name with so much disdain. A molten tear eased down your face like magma. This was the same residential area you parallel parked in for your driver’s test.

Your eyes were glued onto the dimly lit street as Ellie cried and begged for you to stop the car. She admitted to loving you and apologized for everything she said that could’ve hurt your feelings. All you had to do was stop the car and everything would be fine, she said. You pressed the gas so hard; it nearly touched the floor of the vehicle.

I love you… Please don’t do this… I love you so much…

Ellie’s last scream was haunting before everything went silent.

—

The reality around you never rebuilt itself after that night.

You were able to convince yourself that the accident didn’t happen for a few weeks. Until your best friend’s burial. According to your parents last voicemail, Ellie’s father wanted to strangle you with his bare hands. You took his life away with one decision. No one contacted you after that. Not your parents, not your siblings, not your friends.

You were charged and placed in juvenile detention until you were of legal age, and sent off to prison for another six years after that.

Your habit fed you lies about the people you loved most, and it cost the life of your only constant. The one person who tried to get you to change. The purest form of love you had.

You killed your soulmate, and you never recovered.

PRESENT

You walked until you reached Hattie’s front porch. Your calves were on fire.

Your tightly clenched fist pounded on the wood with all the strength you had left. You could see the shadows of someone walking around inside, but she didn’t open the door. She probably wanted nothing to do with you after not showing up to work for weeks, but you were desperate.

“M-Ms. Hattie, please,” you hollered, “I really need t’talk to you! Please, please— “

The door barely creaked open. You expected her to scream and berate you for disrupting her so late in the night, but she was silent. Didn’t utter a word. She only peered through the small crack in the doorway, her eyes bloodshot. Her voice sounded graveled, like she hadn’t slept in days.

“What the hell are you doin’ here.”

“Ms. Hattie, I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t know where to go,” You harshly wiped your eyes, “May I please— “

“No, you may not,” her glare sliced through you, sharper than any knife. You bawled.

“Please, I’m beggin’ you, ma’am— “

“What…” her voice quivered, her gaze breaking away from yours for a split second.

“What did you do… to that girl?” She whispered like it pained her, and it felt like your chest would concave.

“… W-What?”

The look on her face was enough for you.

She knows. She knew.

“It was you,” tears filled the woman’s eyes, “I had a dream that you… How could you do that… That poor baby…”

Your head shook in denial. It was an accident, you wanted to scream, I don’t know what came over me! Your eyes squeezed shut and you fell to your knees, thunderous pleads leaving your throat as you begged her to listen. You hunched over and miserably tried to grab at her feet.

I loved her, I loved her, I loved her! You couldn’t speak.

“Whatever happens t’you…”

“No, nonono!—“

“I hope God… the universe… whoever the hell,” She spat, “Has mercy on you.”

You couldn’t stop screaming. Your voice was muffled by the concrete floor.

“Get the fuck off my porch.” And the door slammed in your face. You heard the locks click, and just like that, your last inkling of hope shunned you.

You hadn’t realized you’d been screaming for Ellie until you sat up, burning eyes glued to the dark, cloudy sky.

The sun rose from behind as you climbed your apartment steps.

The bundle of police cars and black trucks outside the building were an indication of your case being ongoing, but it brought you no comfort. A constant ache was present in your chest every time you breathed. Murmurs erupted from behind as you dragged your body inside, ignoring the deputies who were urging you off the premises.

Officers and residents stared at you in confusion, shock, bewilderment the second you hopped off the elevator. Exhaustion was pouring out of you, your under eyes almost black and pajamas wrinkly. You can’t recall the last time you showered.

The elevator dung, and you made your way down the hall, police tape surrounding your front door. You dodged it and crept in, the sight of the investigators almost sending you into a panic.

Terror built in your spine as they gawked at you; Ellie’s fucking with you. You’re probably asleep right now.

“Ma’am?”

You shakily turned towards the investigator assigned to your case. “Are you alright?”

No. You nodded, “I came to get some things.”

Some silence passed before you spoke.

“I need a place to stay,” your cuticles were scabbing. “As far away from here as possible… if that’s even allowed.” Your living room felt like it was tipping.

Their brows furrowed, scanning over your ragged appearance, “Um… The farthest we can place you is about a half hour away. We still need to monitor you… Especially now.” You bit the dig with a tilted head.

You nearly leaped into the air at the sudden, distant ring in your ears.

“Will y’all still cover m’stay?” The tremor in your hands built with the shrilling pierces in your drums.

“Yes… Are you sure everyt— “

“I’m fine! I’m fi— I’m fine!” The shrieks overwhelmed you, both hands coming up to cover your ears, your head pounding. Foreign hands were attempting to steady your hunched form, but to no avail. Your body gave out completely, pained wails leaving your dry lips.

I’m fine, I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine—

You tried. You tried your hardest, but you couldn’t convince anyone — yourself that you were okay. Something’s here. When did the air in your home get so cold?

The softest call of your name frosted the blood in your veins.

You’re hallucinating; You have to be. Don’t look up. Don’t open your eyes.

The voice called again, elation enriching her tone. Your head shook in disbelief.

It can’t be.

“L-Look at me. I’m here! I'm okay!”

No, no no no, you told yourself. Sobs wracked through your hunched form.

“Look at me! I love you!”

Shoe-covered feet inched towards you, slowly. Almost… cautious.

“Wake up! Wake up, wake up!” Your whispers were harsh. Urgent. Desperate.

A comforting hand rubbed your shoulder. You flinched and wailed, frantically pinching the skin of your wrists.

“NO! No, no, fucking get up— “

“Shhh,” Her hand squeezed you, “It’s me.”

You’re going to fucking puke. Your eyes stayed shut while she cradled you, your head resting on her shoulder. She felt taller, stronger, but she smelled the same. You couldn’t move, but she hugged you so tight.

Ellie, Ellie, I love you, I’m sorry—

A kiss on your shoulder. Right over your scar.

“I love you more.”

You calmed in her presence as she rocked you on the floor. Your guilt almost made you push her away, but you’re selfish; You need this, for her to hug you.

It felt like she held you for years, right on your apartment floor. She didn’t let you go.

But when your eyes opened, eggshell white hospital walls surrounded you. Kept you trapped in the small hell that Ellie’s created.

You haven’t slept or eaten. You’ve barely showered.

Ellie was with you. Ellie’s with you. You felt her there; She held you! You’re not fucking crazy.

Three days have passed since you were carried out of your apartment by EMTs, according to the investigators that are still terrorizing your fucking home. They assumed you were having a seizure by how still you were. You were unresponsive for minutes, they’d said. Celeste was right. You didn’t have the courage to face her and apologize.

You haven’t left your motel room since you’ve arrived. You hate it in here — it looks like it’s eroding from the outside, the windows are scratched and tinted a murky yellow, the sheets feel like sandpaper, but it’s better than home. Better than being in public amidst your impending psychological breakdown.

Ellie’s here. She’s watching you and laughing at the wreck you’ve become.

You’re slipping; You can feel it. The way she hugged you… You could’ve melted into her for eternity when she said she loved you, never to be seen or heard from again, completely under her control. Not that anyone would care about your disappearance. A gutted huff left you.

Your past finally caught up to you. Tears flooded your eyes for the hundredth time tonight.

The faint shuffling coming from your bathroom didn’t even shock you. She’s here again.

Your eyes overflowed, and they shut in resignation; You’re going to die.

“E-Ellie?”

Silence.

Your eyes squeezed tighter. You have nothing left to fight for.

“Just do it! Just fucking do it!”

That’s all you’ve ever been: a quitter. More shuffling, then silence.

“FUCKING KILL ME! KI— KILL ME, ELLIE!”

You heaved and rose from the edge of your bed. You marched down the seemingly endless hallway, heart cracking in your chest.

“KILL ME! KILL ME, KILLME! —“

Weighted knocks pounded against your room door, shocking you into silence. She’s here, she’s here; She’s fucking with you.

A dark chuckle left you.

“You’re fucking sick,” You spat with a sniffle, “I hate your fucking guts, just like you hated me! You fucking hate me, right?”

You’re awake. And you’re angry.

You tramped towards the entrance and knocked back just as hard.

“FUCK YOU, BITCH! FUCKING — FUCK YOU, ELLIE, YOU FUCKI— “

Heat traveled across your face the second you ripped the door open.

A woman… a motel employee… with sheets in her hand, visibly stunned.

You’re going fucking crazy.

“Uhh… just came to give you new, uh, sheets,” Her voice was high-pitched, clearly uncomfortable. Your eyes flickered with embarrassment, cheeks blazing.

“S-Sorry…” You allowed the shorter woman entry, and she scurried over to the small nightstand in the corner of your room.

You picked at your fingers, “Um… sorry if I scared you. It’s been a weird… fuckin’ weird couple of weeks.”

She didn’t acknowledge you at all. Just silently laid the sheets and pillowcases on the side of your bed.

“Am I,” You huffed, anxiously rubbing your eyes. “Are you gonna report me or somethin’?”

Silence.

Your brows furrowed at the sudden stillness of the woman, her back turned towards you.

“Hey, you okay?” A cautious step forward. “Look, I’m… I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m fine— “

“Fuck you.”

You flinched at her venomous tone; voice filled with spite. The fuck?

“… What?”

“After all this time…” she whispered, the ponytail in the woman’s head shaking in disbelief.

“You’re still the same… selfish, psychotic fucking bitch I remember you to be.”

Your knees buckled at the sudden low timbre of her voice. Goosebumps ran up and down your arms at its familiarity. She sounded just like… She’s… It can’t be. It can’t be, it can’t be—

The one window you cracked for air earlier slammed shut, the clicks from your door signaling your confinement. You’re trapped.

Your nails sunk into your palms; She’s here. She’s real and she’s fucking here and going to kill you.

Her laugh filled the room, low and vengeful, and the one lit lamp on the nightstand flickered off.

Your breaths were shallow and desperate, sheer panic rushing through your body. You took blind, scurried steps towards the door, feeling around for the knob to take your leave, but it wouldn’t budge. You pounded on the wood from the inside, screaming for anyone to come save you.

Something cold and slimy slinked around your ankles and roughly yanked you to the floor, your hands scrambling to grab onto anything on the hardwood as they pulled you towards her. You caught glimpses of her glowing, red eyes with every panicked look over your shoulder.

You were pulled up, up, up by your feet until you were dangling upside down, her glowing orbs piercing through yours. You barely made out her manic smile, fangs bright and as sharp as knives. Something sharp pressed against your windpipe, ready to tear your throat out.

The room she trapped you in disappeared completely, an empty, dark void surrounding her, you. There’s nothing anywhere.

You hollered as your stomach flipped; She’s going to kill you right here—

“Ellie, please, please don’t! —“

A sharp slice right through your shoulder. You released a pained scream before your vision grew cloudy, body growing limp as you swayed in the air. Your screams quieted, your drowsy mind filling with images of Ellie smiling affectionately at you.

Ellie… Ellie, please…

Trees danced with the wind before everything went dark.

Water erupted from your mouth, your eyes ripping open, fingers tearing into the dirt beneath you.

You pushed yourself into a sitting position, more water dripping from your hair and clothes, down your bare legs. Pain shot through your shoulder with every move. You reached to touch it and… ouch. Blood coated your fingertips.

You gazed around. You knew exactly where you were, but it was off.

You and Ellie’s hideout. The campground is exactly how you remember, but it was darker, murkier, less inviting and cozy. Familiar, yet foreign.

“Miss me?”

You jolted, scurrying away from whatever was behind you.

“Aww, don’t be scared,” Ellie mocked, fake pout pulling at her lips. “C’mooon, it’s just me! Welcome to my humble abode!”

What the fuck, what the fuck—

The same appendage from earlier wrapped around your leg, yanking you back, and your heart sank. Your eyes were deceiving you; They had to be.

Ellie, much taller and stronger than you remember, stood over you, pupils pitch black, a devious smile spread across her face, sharp fangs glimmering in the dark. The two horns that swirled atop her head were dark, the protruding veins red and throbbing like they were alive. You saw the sharp edge of her tail glowing behind her head, speckles of red liquid crusting over on the tip.

Is… Did she cut you with that?

Your heart squeezed painfully with familiarity; The small spots that dusted her face and the scars that covered her legs from biking accidents were still there.

“E-Ellie?”

She posed, arms extended, “In the flesh. Kinda. There’s no… actual flesh for the dead… Well, we technically could have skin, but it wouldn’t be ours.”

“I’ve been lookin’ for you. You look good,” she muttered, eyes dark as they traveled over you. You suddenly felt exposed.

Silence passed between the two of you. How was her tone so casual?

What the fuck is going on…

She huffed at your silence, “Didn’t think our ten-year anniversary would be this fucking awkward. Can’t even say hi?”

Her words were hardly registering.

“Huh.” Her eyes flashed back, and the organ around your leg untangled, retracting into the grass beneath you.

“You’ve… you’ve been looking for me?”

“Mhmm,” she hummed, carelessly playing with her razor-sharp nails. “You got outta jail, got a place… bought the bakery you always talked about. Congratulations, jailbird! You beat the system… and were able to outrun the devil for some time!”

She showcased the ashy, decaying scenery like it was a prize. “Here’s your first glimpse into the other side. Is it to your liking? Should I fluff your pending gravestone? Put some roses over it since everyone you love won’t?”

Other side? “… Am I dead?”

“Nope! Almost. You have a purpose before I take you out. Finally, am I right?” Sarcasm sharpened her tongue.

“… You're insane,” your voice was hoarse, shattered. You swore your esophagus was bloody.

“Me?!” She snickered sickly, eyes darkening, “Remind me what happened between us again? Who hurt who? Who killed who?!”

“… I— “

You paused. What the fuck do you say to her? I still love you somehow. Please don’t hate me forever. I’m a worthless fuck up—

“None of the above,” she interrupted… your thoughts? “To be frank, I don’t wanna hear shit from you,” she swayed sassily, circling you like a shark, her tail sashaying around.

“… Why’m I here then?”

She paused, the muscles in her back flexing. Your gut tumbled.

Ellie turned to face you, lips curling devilishly.

“Well… ” she trailed off, voice alluring. “It gets lonely down here. I don’t have anybody to call. Nights are so cold.”

She suddenly dropped to her knees, sensuality practically leaking out of her as she crawled towards you. Your heart was thumping, stomach in knots.

“I need you… to do exactly what I tell you…”

Your breaths shuddered the closer she got.

“I’m so fuckin’ hungry… Just sit there and let me take what I want,” Her mumbles were drunk and lustful. “You fucking owe me. I’m trapped here ‘cause of you.”

She straddled your lap, eyes glued to yours. They flashed red, and an appendage locked around your throat, knocking the wind from your lungs and pulling you flat onto the dirt. You tried to pull against it, but it tightened on your airways. You choked, pain searing in your shoulder, causing you to let up. Another set of slimy appendages clasped around your wrists, followed swiftly by two locking down your ankles.

The burn from your bleeding shoulder made your nipples harden under your filthy sweatshirt. She chuckled above you.

“That was quick,” Her brow arched. “Haven’t gotten any? What, no one wants to drill a felon?” She cooed with a pout.

You shot her a glare. A squeeze on your throat. A clench from your walls.

“Oh!” She exclaimed in remembrance. “Sorry about that club fiasco. I was gonna fuck you then, but seeing you enjoying yourself got on my nerves, so.”

She rambled on about how she made a whole plan to ruin your life the second she found you until you were rotting in the grave, but you weren’t listening. Your eyes moved over her lips, down her neck, over her bare chest, blood burning under your skin. Another squeeze from your cunt. Your face burned with every drop of slick that left you.

“Think I’m cute? The horns doing it for ya?” she interrupted your gawking.

You averted your gaze. She snorted before her expression went lubricious, eyes glossing over.

“You smell so good,” she slurred with fluttery lids.

No, you don’t. You haven’t showered—

“I meant your pussy, you fucking idiot,” her eyes rolled in annoyance. “You’re killin’ my vibe. Shut up.”

Your eyes widened in shock; Don’t think, don’t think—

“She smelled like that in the club. Just needed some lovin’, hm?” Her hand reached back to pat your pussy over your pajama shorts and you squealed. You’re leaking.

“Oh, she’s starving— “

Fear and arousal flurried in your tummy, “What’re you gonna do?”

You could almost see the wires in her head sparking to life. She leaned over you, her cold body pressed against yours, noses almost touching.

“I’m gonna rip that pussy open until I feel better…” The aura around her was smokey and blinding. “And then…” Her nose bumped against yours, almost affectionately. “I’m gonna rip that fucking throat out. Might hang your body from a tree. I needa decorate.”

A choked sob left you, thighs rubbing together as tears plummeted down your temples. Ellie shushed you gently, her forked tongue licking over the droplets before they cascaded down into the grass.

Every swipe of her tongue sent a zap through your face. The sting sent your jolt through your spine, hips bucking into her. A hot, slick line ran up your cheek, grazing your jawline, cat-like spines digging into your clammy skin.

… Is… Is she really…?

You couldn’t stop the shudder that ran up your body, your foot jerking outward at the sensation. The tentacle clenched around your ankles, and you gasped. Ellie was grinding on top of you, whimpering into your neck, marking your skin.

“E-Ellie, El— “

Another swipe, a thick, sticky trail burning its way into your hairline. Your whines are almost inaudible. Pain is burning up your legs when the organ twisted tighter; You’re shocked your ankle didn’t snap in two.

She moved faster on top of you, pleasantly sighing into your neck. Your face is fucking sizzling.

“What the… fuck,” The situation is settling in for you: Ellie’s dead… but, not? And she’s humping you like a dog. You shouldn’t want to watch her, observe the love of your life get off on your fucking stomach, but you — your pussy wants it — needs her.

You missed her so fucking much.

Soft chuckles erupted from her, icy breath on your neck. She sat up, rubbing her bare cunt on your tummy.

“You wanna watch?”

No, no no please—

Your head shook, mind racing with pleads for her to touch you, but she stared back in disapproval.

“I think you wanna watch,” She sat up, lifting her knees and resting her freezing hands on your thighs, her pretty pussy on full display, “Missed me that bad?”

She’s right there, but you can’t move. More tears, more begging from you.

“Wanna see a trick I learned?” She inquired mischievously. You didn’t have a chance to answer before more vine-like organs emerged from the dirt, eager and throbbing, globs of slick dribbling from their tips.

“When you’re sad and horny, answers will eventually fall in your lap,” She watched the appendages sliver all over her shoulders, her back, down her stomach. Her head flew back, her short flyways waving around her horns.

“I bet that fucked up head of yours never expected this would happen, huh? Never thought you’d see me like this?” She moaned out as the suctioned limb traveled over her left nipples, her eyes beaming red, scorching through your chest.

Your walls squeezed down on nothing, desperate groans leaving your throat, underwear clinging to your cunt. You couldn’t close your legs, the members slinked around coming up to suck on your thighs.

Nasty little cuck, her voice boomed through your skull, Wanna watch me get fucked, right?

Your head bobbed dumbly. The appendages scurried down her body. You watched as the veins in her horns glowed brighter, her eyes shading an even deeper scarlet, her lip catching between her teeth when the suctions came in contact with her clit.

The slippery members attacked your thighs with strong suctions, the sensitive skin littered with blotchy, dark spots. A wet slither made its way up your body, under your sweatshirt and in between your tits. The tip teased both nipples, your back arching deeper for more friction. The air was muggy and your body was disgustingly sticky; The sensations made your clit jerk.

You blearily stared up at Ellie, nearly cumming at the sight of her with a thick, throbbing appendage fucking into her pussy, another two attacking her nipples. Her walls were stretched around the dark, pulsing tentacle, her juices filling the open air with sopping squelches.

Her eyes fluttered open and refocused on you, a dark line of drool dripping from her mouth and landing on your exposed torso. You released a pained shout, your skin burning at the contact. Tension built tight in your core, clit throbbing in your underwear. You’re struggling to breathe, head floating further into the clouds with each whimper from Ellie. She giggled hazily, moans sounding between her condescending snickers. She gathered spit in her mouth and allowed it dribble onto one of your breasts.

S’hitting it s’good! Fuck, I can’t—

Finally, finally, the tentacles choking your legs unraveled and crawled up, closer to your drenched cunt. Just one touch — you need one touch and you’ll cum. Just one, just one, please, please—

Slut needs t’cum? Beg some fuckin’ more, c’mon, Ellie’s moans and shouts in your head were somehow bringing you closer to that peak you desperately craved.

“Please, El, please, fuck… me— “

“I’m — oh, fuck, yes— “

Your shorts and underwear were being ripped from around your waist, yanking you in all directions. The friction made your walls constrict tight. The harsh suctions on your clit were instantaneous. Finally, finally, finally—

You and Ellie’s moans melted together, colors floating behind your eyelids. The wet sounds from Ellie’s pussy made your peak build in record time, zoning in on her cries. You’re going to cum so hard. It’s almost there, just a little bit more—

Ellie’s everywhere. In your head, line of blurry vision, on top of you, about to break and shatter. She's so perfect, shrouded in darkness and gloom and desire.

The tentacle suddenly expanded inside her pussy, stretching it wider, massaging all the spots that made her see white.

“M’gonna fucking cum, s’gonna make me cum— “

You’re so close, you’re close, you’re close. You wordlessly begged her to cum with you. Her knees trembled while her legs begged to close, but she forced them open. Forced herself to take everything, all of it. The tentacle pulsed sporadically inside her, and she crashed.

Pleasure was snatched away from you in an instant, the suckles on your clit gone. You cried and sobbed for Ellie to make you cum, but she ignored you, her body wracking in pleasure, heavy globs of black slick dribbling from her cunt, right under your tits.

She rode it out, bouncing on the large appendage before it shrunk to its original size. It jerked inside her a few more times before leaving her completely, more dark, gooey liquid dripping from her pussy.

She came down slowly, giddy laughs leaving her swollen lips as her walls rippled from the aftershocks.

“This is gonna be…” she scooped up some of the substance with her razor-like nails before shoving them into your mouth.

The peculiar twang coated your tastebuds. She continued.

“So much fun.”

You never thought you’d have the chance to kiss Ellie again.

But you are, and you’re so fucking nervous.

When you kissed her for the first time, you were confident, impulsive, reckless. Your regret didn’t come until after, but now here you two were, her split tongue messily sliding over yours, your tongue sizzling from the venom coating her mouth. Ellie’s mess seeped into your skin with each jerk of her hips. You’d give anything to touch her.

Your eyes squeezed shut every time she suckled on your lips, licked up your chin, squeezed her hand over your throat. She’s much more secure this time around; It’s almost enough to get you there.

Almost.

You were suddenly yanked back by your hair, head thudding the ground. Ellie seemed deep in thought, eyes distant.

“You’re a bad kisser.”

Your lip quivered. Ouch, “S… Sorry…”

“Ellie?” Your throat burned.

“Yes, dear?”

Her tone made you flinch. Everything you wanted to say left your brain in a cloud of smoke.

“Am… Am I…?”

“Are youuu…?” She trailed off. Her hand disappeared, lower, before a loud, sticky noise blaring in your head. She sighed happily; Ellie’s touching herself. Right in front of your face.

Your face is on fire and your shoulders are cramping up.

“Will… Can I, can I cum?”

“I don’t know… can you?” She shrugged with a smile.

Your eyes nearly rolled in annoyance; they would’ve if you weren’t so desperate to be fucked senseless.

She sat up fully, her wet hand reaching right in between your legs. They nearly clamped shut on her wrist, but more tentacles appeared to hold them open for her. She wasn’t looking at your pussy, but she knew exactly where to touch you. She rubbed her own juices into your clit, a nasty shhlck filling the calm air.

Tears built in your eyes at the sensitivity, your toes digging into the dirt beneath you. Her thoughtless mumbles were barely registering in your melting brain. Your impending orgasm nearly crashed into you before she stopped.

Your body tensed and your pleasure dissipated. Sobs left your mouth as you garbled, “E—llie, please, please, no more— “

“Don’t close your legs, I mean it. Take what I give you like a good bitch,” Ellie shimmied down your body, resting in between your legs. The tentacles hooked under your knees and forced them up, holding them right against your chest. You can’t see what Ellie’s doing and she’s silent.

You wanted to ask what was taking so fucking long—

A loud crack rang through the heavily wooded area, pain searing through your thigh. The stinging sensation brought tears to your eyes, sobbing softly to yourself.

The sudden flicking against your clit brought tears to your eyes. She’s touching you, finally. Your arms pulled at the veiny tentacles still clamped around your wrist, aches running down to your shoulders at the stiffness.

Ellie’s fingers were replaced with something much softer, and your body turned to mush. The appendages around your thighs twisted tighter, gripped harder, as the barbs from her tongue caught on your clit. It felt so fucking good; her split muscle moved so quick on your clit; your yelps of her name sound into the crisp air. You’ve been on the verge of cumming this entire time, but you can’t.

Suddenly, her tongue is easing downward, brushing against your perineum. Your hips tried to push down into her muscle, but to no avail. You could feel numbness building in your feet from the restriction.

Look at this tight little ass, two of her fingers were massaging your other hole, causing you to whimper.

Yeah? she pressed down harder, Like it right there?

Your head gravely bobbed in approval; you’ve never been touched there, but you crave it now.

Tiny fucking hole… gotta get you ready, huh?

Her voice is thick and haughty; you’re shivering.

A glob of spit lands on your ass, the sensitive skin tingling, numbness spreading across the pulsing area. She rubbed it in quickly and gave your hole one last slap.

Her tongue was back at your cunt; you squealed at the sensation of her tongue slivering past your entrance, walls stretching over her muscle. The soft splinters massaged your walls just right, caressing all the spots inside you and you felt it building —

Suddenly, her tongue stretched wider, expanded, pressed down on your walls, right on your spot; you were squirting on her tongue seconds later. You couldn’t warn her of your orgasm before you bursted, walls desperately milking her as satisfied shouts escaped your lips, your brain turning to goo.

“El — mmh! Fuck, yes, rightthere! —“

Sniveled thank yous were pouring from your lips as Ellie fucked into you, your juices coating her face. Bursts of color exploded behind your eyelids.

You thought you would never come down, but the intensity of your orgasm slowed, eyes slowly blinking open. Your vision was spotty; Ellie slowly pulled out, humming at the squeals that left you. You couldn’t move.

Suddenly all the tentacles were gone, limbs free and weightlessly plopping onto the ground. Your eyelids fell shut in exhaustion, your heart flooding with longing.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing?” A light kick on your shoulder.

Ellie…

“Get the fuck up. I’m not done,” she snorted coldly.

Ellie… please…

“What the fuck did I say,” The agitation in her tone rose.

I’m so sorry…

“I don’t care,” You were suddenly pushed onto your back, Ellie standing over you, eyes glowing dimly.

I miss you so much…

Memories of your past flowed through you, soft sobs shaking your weak form. Ellie deserved… everything good out of life. The purest forms of happiness were destined in her path, and you took it away. You took everything from her, and all you could do was watch what she’s become. What you caused.

The more you cried, the more disgusted she seemed, eyes growing darker.

She pounced on you in seconds, nails grasping your bunched sweatshirt and sharp tail tip prepped to end you right then and there, speckles of spit splattering on your face due to her shouts.

“DON'T!” The dying world around you shook with the bass of her tone. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

You didn’t fight. You allowed her to berate you, call you every vile name in the book, and digested her wishes of you dying instead of her. Every scream slammed into your chest; you merely laid there, ready to die with love in your chest.

I love you… I love you… I love you…

“FUCK YOU, YOU LYING BITCH! FUCK YOU! YOU FUCKING DID THIS TO ME! I’M GONNA KILL YOU— “

Bloody streams fall from Ellie’s eyes, the veins in her head changing from maroon to coal, the veins in her arms darkening as her voice deepened, razorous teeth baring. She sobbed and screamed from above you, wailing how much she hated you. You’re numb.

The venom from her tail was discharging from the tip. It’s time; it’s your last day alive. You nodded to yourself. You deserve this; You’re ready. You hope your siblings aren’t too saddened by your disappearance.

Is this the final stage of grief? Your body is lax and accepting, heavy droplets leaving your eyes when they shut.

I love you… I’m sorry… I love you…

Another sharp prick went through your shoulder, and darkness enclosed around you.

JUNIOR YEAR: 2012

You’re such a dork!

Ellie swears her heart is going to grow legs and crawl up her throat in the next thirty seconds if you keep staring at her like that. She's projecting; She’s the dork!

The few shots she took at the lake were wearing off, and her nerves were finally catching up to her. She was surrounded by your pillows, your stuffies, your scent; she could barely swallow, her throat was so dry.

You love me.

She does. Ellie never acted on her swiftly developed crush; she’s not built for rejection, especially from you. The smile on your face was so bright; your joy was so apparent whenever she was around. She hoped her own happiness reflected the same way; Please love me back! Please please please—

Her heart exploded, sewed itself back together, only to explode again when your hand came up, fingertips barely grazing her cheek. She’s going to faint; your touch was so soft. Was she crazy to compare the feel of your hands to rose petals? She tried to keep her nuzzles subtle, pushing her face closer to your hand; Is this how cats feel when they want cuddles?

You proceeded to explore her face in silent adoration, and she did the same, memorizing every detail she could. The moles on your face were lined like stars.

She scooted closer to give you more access to her now burning skin, and you kissed her. Ellie was stunned, body stiff; she didn’t have a chance to kiss you back before you pulled away. The scent of alcohol was pouring from you, and Ellie snapped back to reality.

You’re drunk. You kissed her and you’re drunk.

You’re probably not going to remember the entire night when you wake the next morning. Ellie’s eyes nervously searched your now downcast face. Say something, you coward!

But you spoke first.

You love me, right?

More than anything, Ellie wanted to scream, not caring if your parents woke up and kicked her out. But she couldn’t. Her brain was moving a million miles a minute, trying to find the words that would satisfy her feelings, but they were too strong. She’s in too deep; Words aren’t enough.

But you look broken and your body’s tense. She’s putting you on edge and she hates herself for it.

Do you love me? Your begging tone snapped her out of her head.

Of course I do, she gasped, mouth gaping like a fish.

More than anything! More than anything! I love you!

You only nodded, relaxed back into her, and shut your eyes.

Ellie went to sleep with a terrible feeling in her stomach, but she held you anyway.

Ellie’s weight crushed you as she sobbed into your neck, her cries loud and guttural, the sharp puncture of her horn pressing into the plush of your cheek. Her curses grew weak and quiet, mumbles of I fucking hate you cementing into your skin.

You simply laid beneath her, unmoving and stunned wordless at the memory — the truth that Ellie exposed to you. Her body jerked on yours as she wailed.

You hardly noticed the fresh tears rolling down your face. You sniffed, “Ellie…”

She sobbed, her head shaking dismissively.

“Ellie… Look at me…” You couldn’t move.

“Fuck you,” her choked murmur was hushed.

A sad smile grew on your face.

“Almost did…”

Ellie sniffed harshly against the burnt skin on your neck, almost touching your bloody shoulder, “What.” She mumbled flatly.

“Y’know… you almost did fuck me.”

Some silence passed before a wet snort came from below you. Your grin widened.

Ellie’s shoulders shook slightly as she snickered into your neck, arching hers slightly to look at you.

“I should kill you for that, you cunt. You’re not funny.”

Your body jerked with laughter, and you grimaced at the pain in your shoulder. “That's what you get.” Ellie sat up straight, smile slowly dissipating, eyes glossing over.

The light moment between you shifted, and sorrow weighed you down like bricks.

“I fucking loved you,” Ellie whispered harshly. “I wanted you to be happy. And you didn’t fucking care.” Anger was radiating off her, but the dread in her eyes was more telling. “You were… everything to me.”

The wounds in your heart were overflowing; your efforts of repairing your heart were proved pointless, blood and love and suffering filling your chest to the brim. Quiet sobs were shared between the two of you.

“Please k-kiss me,” Ellie’s eyes squeezed shut at your hushed proposal.

“Just one more. You can do whatever you want… just one last time.”

You sat up slowly, ignoring the deep aches in your side, your trembling hands cautiously raising to cup Ellie’s frosty cheeks.

Her face is so close; her lips are right there… just one more, just one—

Ellie’s eyes traveled across your face, lust and years of longing flooding in her tears. Her eyes shut and she leaned forward, her cold lips melding against yours. The kiss was gentle, your eyes squeezing shut as you cried, your tears transferring onto her cheeks.

Ellie’s hushed tone filled your head.

I wish I hated you.

You choked a sob, arms wrapping around her hips to pull her closer, her arms enclosing around your neck, the kiss growing hotter. You needed her closer; so much closer.

Her tongue slid past your mouth, the split muscle messily flicking over yours as her hips bucked down. You heard loud tears of cloth coming from behind you as Ellie shredded your sweatshirt with her claws, discarding the fabric on the dark heaps of grass.

She sighed into your mouth when you laid her back onto the grass soaking, crawling on top of her. Her legs wrapped around your waist, pulling you down to reconnect your mouths, her fangs cutting into your bottom lip. She sucked the injured skin, humming at the metallic taste; your hips bucked down harder to meet hers, and she whimpered.

Her hands were freezing as they slid down your bare sides, claws pressing into your hips. You could feel your heart pounding in your throat as you kissed down her neck, soft noises of satisfaction erupting from beneath you. You suckled on her throat, tongue sliding down to her jaw and back up again.

“Can I, fuck, let me do something— “

You moaned in approval, thighs shaking at the sound of her voice, coming back up to press your mouth against hers.

A heavy gasp left you at the feel of slime dripping onto your thigh. Ellie dug her nails into your hips to steady you, and you whined at the sting. You stared down, entranced at her gleaming eyes, bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

“Hold still.” Ellie’s whisper was strangely comforting, your body relaxing into hers. The light suck on your thigh made you squeak, chuckles releasing from the girl beneath you.

“And you’ve been doing this for how long?” you jokingly snarked, voice shaky.

“Meh, six years, nothing crazy,” she replied, shrugging sarcastically. “Just don’t move.”

Ellie’s hand moved lower, pressing at the end of your spine to deepen the arch in your back. She shushed your eager whimpers, slowly easing your hips back until your cunt brushed against the serpent-like organ. You shuddered and attempted to jerk away at the strange sensation, but Ellie held you still, snorting to herself.

A sharp gasp escaped your lips at the feel of its tip swirling at your clit, your head dropping onto Ellie’s shoulder. It took mere seconds for the suction to attack your sensitive clit, pleasured moans huffing from your mouth. Ellie’s mouth was right by your ear, her chilled breaths sending shockwaves down your spine. Your clit throbbed under the pressure: how were you already on the verge of cumming?

“Feels g-good? Yeah?”

Your walls were squeezing down harshly, desperate to hug and milk something hot through your orgasm. It takes all your strength to lift your head and kiss Ellie, but she does all the work; licking into your mouth, sucking on your tongue, bruising your lips with every slice of her fang. Every pass of her tongue is a pull in your gut, your clit pulsating with vigor.

She pulled back, just barely, to whisper how excited she is to fuck you, to turn your pussy out, to make you cry. Your moans were loud and eager, your head bobbing dumbly in compliance with anything she wanted. You’d give her everything you could in this moment.

Ellie’s in your head, in your senses, in between your thighs, and you’re losing it. She’s reaching at you, tugging at your body in any way she could: scratching at your tits, pulling your hair, clawing into your skin with intent to scar. You’re sure your back is bloody. Her touch is painful; why does it feel so good?

Your thoughtless head drops yet again as your orgasm is forced out of you, your walls choking the hot air surrounding the two of you. Your wails are muffled along with Ellie’s spat praises, your hips bucking back for more. The pleasure is almost too much and you’ve barely started; She hasn’t even fucked you yet.

Your juices are pooling out of you, knowingly making a puddle on Ellie’s tummy, her affirmed moans pulling more and more out of you. Your peak is unrelenting, draining every last bit of energy your body has left. Your limbs gave out, your weight crashing on top of Ellie’s.

She hastily maneuvered you onto your back, the spines of grass puncturing your skin from beneath you as she climbed on top.

“Your stamina’s fucked.”

Her winded snide remarks didn’t bother you; you need her to fuck you. You’re sweaty and desperate to feel her everywhere. She wasted no time, reuniting your mouths in an eager kiss as her hands ventured anywhere they could. Your body’s aching, but for some reason, you crave more. More hurt, more pain; You need her to use you.

The world around you moved like water; unlike your first dream, the waves brought comfort. Ellie’s touch felt like the ocean washing you away, all with effort to finally bring you peace.

But it didn’t work. You love her; You deserve pain, and you love her.

Her mouth is on your tits, biting and sucking at your nipples. It feels so good to have her this close; your body’s wet and ready for her to ravish you.

Ellie scurried down your body, sat on her knees in between your legs, her hands pressed under yours to hold them up. Your thighs are resting on your chest as Ellie dribbles a line of slobber over your soaking lips. Hums fill the space between you as it slides down, right over your entrance.

Seconds pass as Ellie stares at your cunt; You call out to her by mistake.

“What.”

Fuck. “No-nothing. Sorry.”

“You want something. Say it.”

You shake your head, and she smiles. Raunchy imagery of her fucking your pussy flash across your mind in an instant, and her grin widens.

You jolt at the sudden slap on your cunt before Ellie presses your legs even higher, knees almost next to your head. You ignore the aching stretch in your limbs and reach to grab your ass cheeks, holding them open for her. Heat spreads across your face when she moans at the sight.

Oh fuck, Ellie’s whimpering to herself; whining about how good your pussy’s going to feel, how you’re going to swallow her whole, choke her out. Juices are oozing from your cunt with each jerk of your walls.

A tentacle emerges from the ground, and Ellie’s expression darkens. It’s lecherous; the way she eyes your pussy as the organ slivers closer to your entrance. You couldn’t hold your moans in anticipation of the stretch. It’s right there, swelling and twitching.

Your head falls back against the sopping grass when your hole grasps the wide, leaking tip, eyes rolling into your head as Ellie’s moans ring deep in your skull. The tentacle is practically melting between your walls as they spasm.

Ellie’s so loud above you, completely hunched over your form as her body shudders, her lip trapped between her sharp teeth. They must’ve pierced the skin, a thin trail of black liquid dripping all the way down her neck.

You take it so fuckin’ good, Ellie’s slurring, tongue swelled in her mouth. You’re already peaking, your legs attempting to slam shut at the tight hug of your walls. The organ is suddenly swelling, walls stretching around the girth to trap it as deep as it can go. Tears are running down your face, groans of Ellie’s name melding with your harsh breaths.

Seconds pass, and the tentacle’s shooting inside, and your head goes blank, your orgasm slamming into you. You're silent as it wrings your body. The intensity is almost painful, like it’s being forced from your body and your cunt’s drained dry: it’s hot inside you where the fluid pools, and your walls are sucking it deeper.

You didn’t register Ellie falling forward, her body convulsing on yours, screams of how good your cunt is leaving her in a flurry. Her words are gritted and deep and her nails are in your bicep, but the pain only makes you cum harder.

It’s been minutes, and you’re deadweight, walls twitching around the still jerking organ planted deep inside your guts. No time to recover, though; Ellie’s pulling out, a nasty sound echoing at her departure as cum seeps — drenches the grass under you. It’s never-ending and sticky and you need more.

Ellie’s already up and moving you onto your stomach, your cheek pressed against the dirt. She’s hasty, spitting on your cunt with a fiery just a dumb slut, huh? You nod, squeezing your walls to push more cum out. There are heavy suctions on your back, forcing blood to the surface at the curve of your spine. Followed by a sharp stabbing on your ass cheek.

Ellie’s mouth is on your supple skin, and the blood in your ass rushes to the surface. Her fangs are locked into you as she empties the veins in your ass.

You couldn’t even scream, eyes squeezing shut at the searing pain as your walls release more cum. Ellie hums: another bite. More blood’s leaving you, being sucked from your ass, your thighs, the end of your spine, but it’s not enough. You need more. Ellie’s draining you but it’s not nearly enough.

Another tentacle presses in once more, and your vision’s blurring; there’s another tentacle sucking at your ass, your eyes crossing at the stimulation of both your holes. Ellie’s nails are breaking the skin of your back, dribbles of blood sliding down your sides and into the dirt. You love her and you love it; everything feels so warm and full and good.

Ellie’s chides are making you wetter; your thighs won’t stop shaking, she sounds so sexy. Every shockwave in your brain is memorizing every word, every syllable. She's babbling about how she might spare, keep you trapped here forever so she can drain your blood through your pussy, suck you dry, and it gets you there again.

Ellie — m’cu—cumming!

You don’t know what you’re saying; voice muffled against the dirt, tears and snot running down your face while you squeal like a pig. Ellie’s calling you one as you squirt on her, just a dumb, worthless pocketpussy; The smile on your face is stupid as your walls drain her while she throbs inside you. You’re so stuffed with her cum already, but you need more inside you. You feel so fucking good and the pleasure won’t seize.

It picks up again as the thrusts get faster, hitting you deeper, just where you need it. You don’t get to recover before you’re slung into another mind-numbing orgasm, your body wracking without rest. Ellie’s massaging every spot that makes your spine break, dirt collecting under your nails as they puncture the ground. Your groans are cracking in your throat; You can’t even swallow.

The tentacle’s swelling again, and Ellie’s hand is on the back of your head, pressing your cheek against the grass, nails scratching at your scalp as you beg for her cum. Her moans are picking up again, demanding that you beg some more, that you fucking cry for it, be a good girl a bleed for me. And you do.

As messily as you can; slobber pooling at your mouth as you sob and choke for her cum, eyes crossed in your skull as your tongue lolls, and Ellie’s shooting in you again, stuffing you to the brim as she cries your name from behind, grunts leaving her with each rope of cum seeps in your womb.

Your pussy’s melting around her when the sucking at your ass pauses, only to push in the incredibly tight space, to stretch your virgin hole open around its girth. It should hurt, having both holes filled to such a wild degree, but it doesn’t. Your weak arm is reaching behind, desperately grabbing at Ellie. You expect her to smack you away, to hit you, to slice your hand clean off your wrist, but she doesn’t; You almost miss the light touch, her pinky lacing with yours.

You’re joyous, head dropping as you sob from pleasure and happiness, heart filled with a love that you never thought you’d feel again.

She’s drilling your ass, fucking you so hard and good as she holds your smallest finger with hers, kissing down your bloody back, licking up the scarlet that leaks from your skin. Suddenly, another tentacle — much smaller than the ones tearing your holes up — emerges from the ground, right in front of your face, its juices leaking onto your cheeks.

It wiggles in front of your open mouth before shoving in; the taste is salty and metallic, but your lips work it, sucking and licking all around the length. You feel so filthy and it’s making your tummy tug, another orgasm building in your pussy and ass. It’s going to shatter you completely from its strength, you can feel it.

Your body’s aching for more cum; you’re surprised it’s not coming spilling from your throat and onto the appendage in your mouth. But Ellie’s close, every whisper becoming more frantic as she rides that edge.

You’re mine, she whispers in your ear, Fucking mine, you understand? You’re not going anywhere.

You get it, you get it! You’re never leaving her again. Fuck everything you’ve built for yourself! Your life is pointless without Ellie next to you. You’re going to cum so hard for her.

Your body’s hers; Your heart is hers; your soul is hers. You love her, you love her!

Baby likes that? I own this fucking pussy?

She knows she does: whispers so gross and conniving and you’re twitching under her. You’re babbling around the swelling appendage, telling her — screaming that you belong to her, you always have. You always will!

You feel her teeth as she grins madly in satisfaction, sloppily mumbling mine mine s’ my pussy against your skin as she swells inside you. You’re stretching, gaping around her and you snap, head planting into the dirt. Both sets of walls clamp down sporadically around the large digits between them, the tentacle slipping from your mouth as you scream.

Ellie’s exploding inside both holes, the tentacle above you spraying all over your face, heavy globs of cum landing in your hair, the back of your neck, splattering on your mouth, anywhere it could reach. Juices are spraying from between you, and Ellie falls forward, her freezing chest on your back as she jerks on top of you. Hearing her just as destroyed from the pleasure sends another surge of euphoria through you, somehow stronger than the first.

You can barely take it, but Ellie makes you, continues flooding your holes until they’re overflowing and sticky. You’re both sent to another plane as you convulse together, her pinky still locked with yours as you lose consciousness.

When you wake, there’s warmth.

You’re still filled to the brim with cum, but your form is blanketed. Small, tired huffs hit your back as Ellie shivers on top of you, barely audible noises alerting her satisfaction. You smile.

You can't move; all your strength is used to wiggle the cramped muscle of your interlocked finger. Tears well in your eyes when Ellie’s finger hugs yours tighter with every small movement.

Ellie’s the blanket; Ellie’s warm.

Suddenly, everything around you is pink, the formerly empty spaces in your heart filled with affection. You missed Ellie so much; You’re finally reunited, and in love. You can’t stop smiling, and neither can she.

—

‘BREAKING NEWS: BAKERY OWNER FOUND DECAPITATED IN MOTEL BED’

Today marks one of the most heart-wrenching, horrifying days that our community has ever seen, the local reporter stated. We have never witnessed a case end this disastrous.

To the loved ones of this individual, we share our deepest condolences. The victim made such a large impact on our tiny town with her small business. Nobody… the reporter sighed, Nobody could’ve seen this coming.

Please be on the lookout for any updates regarding the suspect. Investigators are putting as much effort into this case as they can. Police suggest staying indoors with your loved ones this holiday until further instructions.

May God be with her family. Have a blessed night.

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Rumour Has It

Part 3 - You're Losing Me

Pairing: Jenson Button x Reader / Mark Webber x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, arguing, swearing, mention of cheating, mention of accident and more toxic behaviour from Mark

Words: 6.9k

Summary: Friendship be damned, Jenson is done hiding his feelings for you when he knows he could make you happier. The choice you had made in 2009 suddenly seems to present itself again. It's your time to decide if you stick with it or let yourself be whisked away by the kind Brit who looks at you with nothing but adoration.

A/N: it breaks my heart a little to make Mark the bad guy but it had to be someone. Still love him outside of this silly story tho :) This was supposed to be the last part but someone asked for a part 4 so I wrote it hehe

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4

Jenson had been gone for most of the day just like usual, or at least what started to feel usual to you. He had told you he’d most likely be back for dinner but said that you didn’t have to wait for him.

Since your conversation about your relationship with Mark, you had tried to keep yourself busy and that meant you spent a lot of time cooking. The opportunity to eat with Jenson just gave you the perfect excuse to spend even more time in the kitchen. You were so focused on getting the potato dish right that you almost missed your phone ringing. Seeing Jenson’s name on the screen, you picked up instantly.

-“ Hello love, am I bothering you ?” he asked, praying he wasn’t

You looked at the dish in the oven for a second before answering.

-“ Not at all, is everything alright ?”

-“ Nothing to worry about but the car kind of got into an accident and it’s pretty much done for so I was wondering if you could come pick me up ?” Jenson admitted with a sigh

-“ What do you mean, accident ? Are you alright ?”

-“ It was nothing bad, I just had to avoid a deer that crossed the road in front of me and the side of the road was slippery so I slid and hit a tree.”

-“ You hit a tree ?!” you almost screamed, feeling your heart race in fear

-“ I’m fine, love. You can come see for yourself if you want to pick me up or I can call for a cab if you don’t feel good to drive and I’ll see you in 30 minutes.”

-“ Just give me a second to get ready and I’ll be there, no need to call anyone else.” you blurted quickly, wanting to see him with your own eyes

-“ I’ll send you the address, okay ? Drive safely, I won’t die before you get there, I promise.” Jenson tried to joke

-“ Maybe wait a little bit before joking about it, please ?”

-“ Sorry.”

-“ It’s okay, I’ll see you soon.”

Right after hanging up, you grabbed your keys in a hurry and climbed into your car, driving a little faster than you normally would have.

The drive to the address Jenson had sent you seemed to stretch on forever and when you finally pulled in front of the garage he had been waiting at, a sigh of relief left your mouth. You tried to look around for the Brit but all your eyes found was Jenson’s car or what was left of it.

The once pristine rental car was gone and instead all you saw was a wreck. The bonnet was bent at a strange angle and one of the wheels was turned into the car. The windshield was completely cracked just like the passenger’s window which was partly shattered.

Before you could even realise what you were doing, your car was parked and you were walking towards the remains of his car almost in a trance. You tried hard to stay calm but all you could feel was fear and tears escaped your eyes before you could stop them. Your hand came to rest on your lips, a weak try to swallow back the sobs that were making your body shake slightly.

You were so affected by the image of the car and imagining what the crash must have been like that you didn’t even hear the sound of footsteps on the gravel before you felt a hand on your waist, making you turn away from the car.

-“ Hey love, it’s okay. I’m okay, I promise.” Jenson shushed you, wrapping his arms around you as you buried your head against his chest “ Come on let it all out, I’m here.”

Jenson let you calm down a little before he dared to move again, caressing your hair with one of his hands until your breathing was back to normal.

-“ Can you look at me, please ?” he asked softly

-“ I’m scared.”

-“ Why ?”

-“ I don’t want to see you hurt.” you sniffled against his chest, gripping the back of his shirt

-“ I can assure you, what you’re imagining is way worse than what it actually is.”

-“ You promise ?”

-“ Yes, now come on, let me see your pretty eyes, love.” he smiled as he felt you slowly step away from his embrace and raise your head “ There you go, atta girl.”

Once you were fully looking at him, Jenson stayed silent as you inspected his face. He didn’t flinch when your hands delicately cupped his cheeks to turn his head to give you a better view of his whole face.

You scanned every inch of his skin, your breath hitching when you came across the two cuts on his face. The smaller one was on the upper corner of his lip and didn’t look deep. It was more like a scratch than a cut. What worried you was the cut on top of his left eyebrow that looked worse. It was a bit swollen and it worried you.

Jenson could sense you start to panic so he tried to distract you by speaking again.

-“ See ? I’m perfectly okay. I’m still as handsome as ever.”

-“ That’s not perfectly okay, Jenson. You’re hurt. Did anyone check that ?” you questioned, pointing at the cuts

-“ I borrowed some antiseptic from the mechanic here so it’s all good.”

-“ No it’s not.” you shook your head, taking his hand in yours before dragging him towards your car “ Come on, we’re leaving.”

-“ I’m fine, y/n.”

-“ You were in a car accident, I don’t care if you say you’re fine. I’m taking you to get checked by a professional. I’m not asking Jenson. You can get mad or yell all you want, we’re not going back home until I know nothing’s wrong for sure.” you affirmed strongly

-“ I’m not mad at you, I just don’t want you to worry about me too much. If going to the ER reassures you, so be it.”

-“ Really ?”

-“ Of course. I can see that it really bothers you and if seeing a doctor is what it takes for you to feel better then I don’t see why I’d object.”

-“ Thank you, it would definitely make me feel better.”

-“ Ok then let’s go.” he said as you started driving towards the nearest hospital

-“ Jenson ?”

-“ Yes, love ?”

-“ I’m glad you’re okay.”

-“ Me too.” Jenson smiled, patting your knee softly. Before he could fully pull his hand away, you linked your fingers with his over the centre console.

Jenson didn’t say a thing, afraid to break the moment, but he couldn’t stop the smile creeping on his face or the jolts of electricity that erupted on his skin from where you were touching him.

After an hour and a half at the ER, Jenson was finally good to go. His cuts had been cleaned and the doctor had told you exactly what was needed for them to heal correctly. Jenson had had to contain his laugh when he saw you type everything the doctor said on your phone, your brows furrowing in concentration. He found it adorable.

You had been so focused on making sure you didn’t forget anything that you hadn’t even heard when the doctor had told Jenson he was lucky to have such a caring girlfriend. He didn’t correct him, enjoying for a second the idea of the two of you together.

It was easy to pretend Mark wasn’t in the picture when you were sitting in the car together, Jenson making jokes constantly to try and make you laugh or smile. When he finally made you laugh for the first time since the accident he couldn’t help the wave of feelings that just took over him.

He was still as into you as he was in 2009. He would even say that his crush had turned into something more. He had feelings for you and somehow that just made his brain short circuit and he had to open his mouth.

-“ God, you’re beautiful.” he muttered out of nowhere

-“ What ?” you asked, unsure if you had heard correctly

-“ Sorry, I didn’t really mean to say that out loud.”

-“ Oh… Okay.”

-“ But I do think you’re beautiful. Actually, you’re probably the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

-“ Wow, that’s–” you took a sharp breath “ really flattering, thank you.”

-“ I would’ve told you sooner but I wasn’t sure if it was going to make you uncomfortable or not.”

-“ It doesn’t, at least not now I think.”

-“ Can I ask you a question ?” Jenson asked, his eyes fixated on the road in front of him

-“ Sure.”

-“ Why did you end up picking him that night ?”

-“ What night ?”

-“ When I won. When we kissed.”

-“ I didn’t think you remembered that.”

-“ y/n, I had been wanting to kiss you for months. There was no chance I’d forget, no matter how drunk I was. It really meant something to me.”

-“ I suppose I was a bit insecure so I didn’t see why you’d like me and when people told me you probably didn’t mean for it to happen, it was easier to believe than you truly liking me.”

-“ Who told you that ?”

-“ I don’t remember…” you tried, unsure

-“ y/n, please.”

- “ Seb told me you had tried to kiss him once and Mark told me you’d probably forget since it didn’t mean anything to you.”

-“ Fucking prick ! I mean I did try to kiss Seb but only as a joke. What Mark said is complete bullshit though. I can’t believe he said that.”

-“ I’m sorry.”

-“ Why are you apologising, love ?”

-“ If I hadn’t been so insecure I would have saved us both a lot of trouble. You wouldn’t have been hurt by my rejection and I wouldn’t have gotten cheated on.”

-“ Don’t worry about my heart, it’s still there and that’s all that matters, alright ?” you hummed softly before he continued “ There’s nothing you could have done about what he did because no part of it is your fault. Nothing you could have done or not done can justify him cheating. You hear me ?”

-“ If you say so.” you muttered, relieved that you were finally at your house

-“ I need you to believe it.” when you didn’t react, Jenson spoke again “ Look at me, y/n.”

-“ What ?” you whispered as you turned to face him

-“ Mark is a bloody idiot for not realising that he had the most perfect girlfriend anyone could ask for. It’s on him for doing something stupid, not on you.”

-“ I think you think too highly of me.”

-“ And I think you think too lowly of yourself, love.”

-“ I don’t know what I’m doing with him, Jenson.”

-“ Give yourself some time, it’ll become clearer. Feelings don’t disappear like that, even if he hurt you.”

-“ I hope so because I’m tired of feeling like this.”

-“ I know love, I know.”

When you finally got inside the house, you suddenly remembered the dish you had left in the oven and Jenson watched with a smile as you ran towards the kitchen and got carbonised food out of the oven. You complained a little but soon enough, Jenson’s laugh made you crack up and all the tension accumulated during the day left your body.

After eating takeout, you tried to convince Jenson to let you drive him for his last 2 days in England. It took a lot of talking and a few puppy eyed looks but Jenson finally caved in. With your new purpose in mind, you went to bed with a smile on your face for what felt like the first time in months.

Since you were going to drive anyway, you decided that treating yourself to a little shopping and a good restaurant would be the perfect way to spend your day while Jenson spent time with his family. With that in mind, you dressed up a little, wanting to feel good.

Plus, Jenson had dressed up too, wearing a crisp white shirt with grey dress pants so you somehow felt like you needed to make some sort of effort.

When Jenson saw you ready to go, he didn’t keep himself from checking you out and complimenting you. He really thought you always looked good but there was something about the past few days that made you slightly glow. He thought maybe it was from being in your own element, truly at ease in your own home which was something he never got to see.

Or maybe it was the effect of a certain British driver that had reminded you what it felt like to be wanted and to feel valued.

The drive to the reception hall where the family event took place went smoothly. The conversation between you and Jenson flew easily and it almost made you regret not spending that much time with him while you had him close.

It seemed like your thoughts were heard by something bigger than yourself because as soon as your car pulled into the driveway, Jenson’s mother was getting out of the hall to greet her son.

When she saw that he wasn’t alone, she insisted on you staying over with Jenson. She claimed that since you had taken the time to drive all the way there, the least she could offer to thank you was to invite you inside.

You tried to tell the older woman that she didn’t need to do that, that you had plans and that it hadn’t been a bother to drop off her son but she wasn’t hearing a peep. You tried to turn towards Jenson for support but you were only met with a side smile and a whispered please. You knew there was nothing else to do other than accepting so you parked the car under the watchful eyes of Jenson’s mother.

Seeing that you were a little stressed, Jenson promised not to leave your side unless you were comfortable enough which did make you relax a tad. Ever the gentleman, Jenson held his arm out for you to take before following his mother inside.

As soon as the two of you entered, everyone's attention snapped to you and for a second the room fell quiet before erupting in chaos again. For the next 20 minutes you were introduced to family members after family members. You couldn’t believe how many people could fit in the whole room.

You foolishly thought you were done when Jenson guided you towards his table so the two of you could sit but the table he was guiding you towards was filled with people. You knew some of them only by name, having seen them in the paddock a few times.

The Brit held your chair out for you under the watchful eyes of his sisters before taking the seat next to you with a reassuring smile. As soon as the two of you were settled one of his sisters, Tanya if you remembered correctly, turned towards the two of you with a smile that looked exactly like Jenson’s.

-“ So, how long have you been dating my brother ?”

-“ Tanya, please.” Jenson pleaded before someone else intervened

-“ Sorry about her, she’s such a gossip she tends to forget manners. I’m Samantha, it’s nice to meet you.”

-“ Nice to meet you too, Samantha.” you smiled, relieved to escape the previous question

-“ Sam, you’ve already met her. All of you have. This is y/n, we sort of work together.” Jenson explained with a tight smile

-“ Oh but that’s just great, a little workplace romance.” Tanya spoke again, clapping her hands in delight

-“ Tanya, stop. She’s taken. She’s with Mark.” Jenson glared at her, urging her to drop the matter as the name of the Australian burnt on his tongue

However, it seemed like his sister had something entirely different in mind and there was nothing he could do about it.

-“ Oh, she’s that y/n. The one you’ve been pining over for what, like 5 years now ?” Tanya added as you felt Jenson slump in his chair

-“ So you’ve been pining over me, huh ? Who knew ?” you teased the Brit, poking him with your elbow as the table erupted in laughter

Taking advantage of the fact that the whole table was distracted, Jenson used the moment to turn his head towards you and brush his lips against the shell of your ear as he whispered.

-“ You think you’re being so sly and so funny with your little comment but I can see you blushing, you know ?”

Before you could think of something to answer, Jenson had moved away and acted like nothing happened. He only snuck a few glances your way, smiling proudly as he saw the slight blush on your face he knew he was the reason for.

Once the nosy questions were shut off and all the introductions made, the attention slowly slipped away from the two of you and you were able to sit back and enjoy the flow of the conversation, adding a few comments here and there.

It seemed like not having everyone’s attention gave Jenson a boost of confidence because right as the starter was brought, you felt Jenson’s chair slide closer to yours. You gave the Brit a questioning look but all you got in return was a flash of his boyish smile.

Knowing you wouldn’t get another answer out of him, you slipped back into the conversation and soon enough another one of Jenson’s sisters, Natasha, was asking you about your job. The two of you fell into a passionate conversation about what motorsports journalism was and how being a woman in this industry was like for you.

You had thought that only Natasha would be listening to you but after hearing how passionate you sounded, half of the table was now listening to you. You truly seemed in your element there and it made Jenson’s heart clench a little, his head filling with what could have been and what ifs.

When the main course came, Jenson’s mother poured you a glass of wine. You were about to refuse, saying you had to drive, but Jenson just motioned towards his glass full of water, telling you that he could drive back to your place himself. Smiling to him, you accepted the wine.

It seemed like the more you drank, the more you started to lean towards Jenson. You weren’t drunk, not even near it but wine made you feel more at ease and it seemed like you just wanted to fall into the Brit’s embrace as time flew.

By the time dessert was brought out, Jenson’s arm was resting on the back of your chair, his fingers lightly grazing your shoulder from time to time.

The first time, Jenson hadn’t meant for it to happen but when you didn’t seem to flinch or push his hand away, Jenson found himself wanting to do it again. The more he did it, the more intentional the touches started to feel. After the fifth time, your hand moved towards your shoulder so it could rest on top of his.

Jenson tried not to be startled by the touch but everyone, except you who couldn’t see his face, saw how surprised he was by the sudden contact. After his initial surprise washed away, Jenson’s face lit up and he couldn’t stop the bright smile that plastered his face or the way he sat a little taller on his chair, a little prouder.

Like he had promised before entering the lion’s den, Jenson hadn’t left your side at all since you came in but after a meal that almost lasted two hours, Jenson finally had to use the bathroom. That obviously meant leaving you alone for a few minutes but he was sure you’d manage so with a quick squeeze of his hand on your shoulder, he dragged himself away from you.

As soon as he was out of earshot, you could feel Tanya turning her attention back on you with a devilish smile.

-“ For someone who’s dating Mark, you sure look quite comfortable with my brother…”

-“ What can I say ? Your brother is a charming man.” you answered with a tensed smile, not wanting to talk about your relationship with Mark

-“ Isn’t Mark jealous of you two ?”

-“ Excuse me ?” you asked, feeling your voice go a little higher

-“ I mean surely he wouldn’t be okay with seeing his girlfriend getting all cosy with someone else, especially one of his friends.” Tanya insisted as the whole table fell silent

-“ Tanya, that’s enough. This is none of your business and you’re just being rude now.” Jenson’s mother intervened, offering you a sorry smile as her daughter scoffed and escaped to the bathroom

When Jenson came back, he could sense that something had happened so he asked if you wanted to go dance with him. Glad to have an excuse to flee the half sorry, half judgmental stares you were getting, you agreed and followed him towards the dancefloor, wrapping your arms around his neck as the two of you swayed to the music.

You danced in silence for a few minutes before Jenson finally dared to ask what happened. Not wanting to cause any family drama, you refused to tell him at first but after he insisted, you finally explained what his sister had said.

-“ I’m sorry, love. If I had known she’d ambush you like that, I wouldn’t have left.”

-“ It’s okay, you needed to go to the bathroom and I’m a big girl, I can handle myself. Plus your mom actually shut her down just before you came back.” you reassured him

-“ I’m not surprised, my mom really likes you.”

-“ I don’t know what I did to deserve it because we barely know each other but that��s really nice.” you smiled, feeling your cheeks grow pink

-“ With how often I talk about you, I’m sure she feels like she knows you quite well.”

-“ You talk to your mom about me ?”

-“ I think we’ve established that I talk about you almost just as much as I think about you, which is pretty much all the time.” he smiled honestly

-“ Are you trying to flirt with me Jenson ?” you smiled back, holding in a small laugh

-“ Maybe, is it working ?”

-“ Keep trying, pretty boy.” you grinned as Jenson blushed from the nickname

-“ I’ll definitely do that if it means you smile at me like that and call me pretty boy again.” he whispered as your favourite song started playing

-“ Now shut up and let’s just dance, alright ?”

-“ Yes ma’am !” Jenson laughed with his full chest at your bossiness

It seemed like the sound got you drunk on something stronger than alcohol because as soon as the Brit stopped laughing, you locked your eyes with his and pressed your lips against his cheek, right above the corner of his mouth. Jenson stood still for a second, entirely forgetting where he was, before his face split into a warm smile and his grip around your waist tightened, pulling you closer.

Before you knew it, it was already time to go back home. Saying goodbye to everyone individually took forever but you found out you didn’t really mind it when Jenson’s arm was securely wrapped around your waist, keeping you against him.

The last people you said goodbye to were actually Jenson’s mom and sisters which made you tense a little. Jenson could feel you starting to slip away from his hold but he just pressed a kiss to your temple, assuring you that everything would be alright.

His mom embraced the two of you in a warm hug and kissed your cheek, making you promise to come see her again. Natasha and Samantha hugged you too, offering you sincere smiles and saying it had been a pleasure to get to know you better. Tanya just said goodbye to you at loud with a knowing look on her face as she stared at Jenson’s arm.

Contrary to how you had expected yourself to react, her stare only made you get closer to Jenson, even daring to wrap your own arm around his waist. Sensing what you were doing made Jenson look at his older sister with a smug grin before finally directing you towards the exit.

The drive back was pretty quiet, the only sound in the car being the music playing on the radio. There was something electric in the air, a tension both of you could feel. It made you feel more confident, more bold and apparently Jenson too. About halfway through the trip, you looked down as you felt Jenson’s hand rest on your thigh while his focus was still on the road in front.

His hand stayed there for the rest of the ride, his thumb occasionally stroking your leg softly. Even when he pulled into the driveway and turned down the engine, neither of you dared to move for a minute. Jenson was the first to do so, turning so he could face you. Feeling the intensity of his stare, you turned back to face him and knew exactly what was going to happen.

His body inched closer to yours over the centre console, stopping centimetres away from your face. His eyes were looking straight into yours and you were almost afraid to breathe. You dared to come a little closer, stopping millimetres away from his lips as you felt his breath fan on your lips. His hand came to cup your cheek as you both closed your eyes.

No one moved or made a sound before you finally spoke.

-“ I– I can’t Jenson. I’m so sorry.” you whispered, resting your forehead against his

-“ It’s okay, love. There’s no need to apologise. I shouldn’t have initiated it.”

-“ It’s not okay though. He’s been a shit boyfriend for more than a year now and I still can’t do this to him. Even though I know I deserve this.”

-“ Feelings don’t just magically disappear y/n but they will go away at some point.” Jenson answered with a hint of sadness in his voice as he pulled away from you

-“ But that’s the thing, I don’t think I have feelings for him anymore. Or at least what I feel for him is not love anymore, it’s so far from it.”

-“ Then what’s stopping you ?” the Brit whispered, hating how hopeful and desperate he sounded in that moment

-“ We’re technically still dating. I don’t want to stoop to his level or else how could I dare to be angry and resent him for what he’s done. No matter how much he hurt me, I don’t want to do the same thing to him.”

-“ God, you’re an amazing person, you know that ? There’s so many people who wouldn’t have hesitated to get back at him.”

-“ I think amazing is pushing it but thank you.”

-“ y/n ?”

-“ Yes ?”

-“ If you end up leaving him and once you’re ready, would you be interested in going on a date with me ?”

-“ Ask me again when I’m single and you’ll get an answer, pretty boy.” you smiled, kissing his cheek before finally getting out of the car.

The last day you spent together was full of stolen glances and quick touches that held a new meaning now. You didn’t know when you’d get the courage to break up with Mark but you knew that once you’d get out of this, something better could be waiting for you and that was enough to keep you holding on for now.

The goodbyes at the airport had been harder than you expected. Despite seeing him in around a week, you both knew you wouldn’t be able to reach this level of intimacy and privacy anytime soon and that was something you couldn’t ignore.

On top of that, you couldn’t really hug him properly or kiss him on the cheek if you didn’t want to risk being recognised so you had to settle for a quick side hug and a wave before you eventually had to go back to your now empty home.

The days you spent on your own before Mark came back flew by and before you could properly think of what you were going to do about your relationship, the Australian was back.

From the moment the door to your house slammed, you knew something was wrong. Mark’s steps were heavy and you could sense the anger emanating from his body despite being in another room.

You knew that whatever it was that made him feel this way, Mark would find a reason to lash out on you again and that would lead to another heavy argument. You were tired of it even before it actually started so instead of waiting in your room until you inevitably had to face him like you usually did, you decided to get it over with immediately.

You slowly made your way to the living room where Mark was slumped on the couch, a hand over his eyes.

-“ Hey, did you have a nice trip ?” you asked, wanting to test the waters before actually diving into the heavy subjects

-“ Yes.” he dryly answered without looking your way

-“ Do you want to eat something particular tonight ? I have to pop to the shops anyway.”

-“ I can make my own food, y/n.”

-“ I know you can, I was just trying to be nice but I see how it is.” you sighed, turning away from him

-“ Don’t play nice when I’m here if the second I leave you’re going to stab me in the back.” Mark snarled, finally removing his hand from his face to glare at you

-“ What are you talking about ?”

-“ You know damn well what I’m talking about so stop acting all innocent. At least have the balls to own up to your shit.”

-“ I’m not in the mood to play guessing games, Mark, so either spit it out or let it go because I’m not dealing with you if you’re behaving like this.”

-“ Dealing with me ? You’re the one who came to talk to me, not the other way around.”

-“ Yes because I could feel your foul mood from upstairs the second you came home.” you snapped back

-“ And whose fault is that, huh ?”

-“ We haven’t seen each other in weeks Mark, I don’t see how I could have had an effect on your mood from that far away.”

-“ I don’t know, maybe because you’ve gotten quite cosy with Jenson and lied to me about it for months when I asked you if you were into him.” he spat, his face distorting with anger

-“ I haven’t lied to you for months, don’t make me into something I’m not.”

-“ What are you not ? A liar, a cheater, a whore or all of those ?” he growled, his face dropping in shock at his own words

-“ What did you just call me ?” you whispered, feeling tears pricking your eyes out of anger and hurt

-“ You heard me sweetheart, don’t make me repeat it. It won’t end well for either of us if I do.”

His words hit you like a cold shower and you suddenly felt a laugh of disbelief bubbling in your chest before you let it out.

-“ That is so rich coming from you, Mark. God, I’m so stupid.”

-“ You think this is funny ?” the Australian asked, getting even angrier

-“ I think it’s hilarious how you’re acting like I’m the devil incarnate and you’re the victim in this.”

-“ Because I’m not the one who’s in the wrong here.”

-“ Are you sure of that ?” you let the question hang in the air as Mark stayed silent “ Correct me if I’m wrong but I seem to remember quite clearly a beautiful day in Australia where you shoved your tongue into someone else's mouth.”

-“ I–”

-“ Who’s the cheater, now ?”

-“ Don’t twist this around, we’re not talking about me here. We’re talking about you and Jenson.”

-“ Oh you don’t want to talk about it ? But you seemed so eager to talk about me…” you teased him as you pouted “ You know what’s funny, Mark ? Leanne tried to confront you about it when we found out and I convinced her not to because I naively thought I could still save us but I don’t think I want to anymore. I deserve so much better than this.”

-“ Leanne knows ?” he asked, the colours draining from his face

-“ She was the one who had the idea to follow you so we could know where you’d been going all these times.”

-“ You’re lying.”

-“ You want to call her and ask her yourself ?” you dared him

-“ It’s not the same anyway. Jenson is my friend. The both of you stabbed me in the back because you two can’t keep it in your pants.”

-“ You’re unbelievable, I just told you I knew that you cheated on me and instead of at least apologising, you still blame me for something that never even happened.”

-“ You kissed his cheek, y/n. I saw a picture of it. The two of you were at some sort of wedding and you seemed pretty cosy with each other.”

-“ I don’t see why I’d have to explain to you but for your information, the kiss on the cheek is all it was. Nothing else. So before you come into my home and insult me, maybe you should put your own house in order.”

Mark just scoffed, not finding anything smart to retorque.

-“ You know what ? I think we’re done here. I’m tired of this whole thing, I’m tired of arguing with you and you’ve got no right belittling me like that when you’ve been nothing but awful to me for the past months.”

-“ So that’s it then ? You’re leaving, just like that ?”

-“ Yes, Mark. I’m leaving someone who had the nerve to cheat on me and then accuse me of cheating. I’m leaving someone who doesn’t trust me in the slightest or has any feelings for me other than resentment.” you sighed, leaving the room to go pack your suitcase that was almost done for work anyway

It didn’t take you more than 30 minutes to pack anything that you could need in the time you’d be away. When you went down with your suitcase and a backpack, ready to leave the house you had shared for years, Mark stood up from where he had been sitting on the couch and he looked at you with puffy eyes.

-“ Can we talk ?”

-“ I think we’ve talked enough, Mark.” you stated, matter of factly

-“ Don’t go. I’m begging you, y/n, don’t leave me.” he pleaded, his voice breaking up

-“ Don’t make this harder than it already is. I’ll come pick up the rest of my things once I come back from Abu Dhabi.”

-“ What am I going to do here without you ? This is our house, the house I wanted us to grow old in. I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’ve been awful to you.” he muttered

-“ I have to leave Mark, I can’t keep on living like this. I thought what we had could be saved but it’s too late. We’re not good together anymore.”

-“ I’m sorry…”

-“ I know.”

-“ Goodbye, y/n.”

-“ Goodbye, Mark.”

Before your resolution faltered at the sight of the Australian in tears in what had once been your happy place, you closed the door behind you and went to your car without looking back.

You drove without a real plan, only knowing that you had to leave. After driving around for what felt like hours, you found yourself at the airport with no other idea than going to Abu Dhabi two days earlier than you were meant to.

You hopped on the first flight you could and 7 hours later, you had landed. It was just past midnight and you had no plan on where you would be sleeping. Even if you had, the reality of what had happened started catching up to you and you couldn’t help the wave of sadness that hit you suddenly.

You knew there was probably another solution but right now all you wanted was to see a familiar and comforting face so you pulled out your phone and called Jenson. The phone rang a few times and you were about to hang up when the Brit picked up.

-“ y/n ?” he asked, his voice still obviously laced with sleep

-“ I shouldn’t have called, I’m sorry Jenson.” you mumbled, sniffling quietly

-“ Are you crying ?”

-“ I’m okay, just a little shaken up. Don’t worry.”

-“ What did he do ?”

-“ It doesn’t matter anymore.”

-“ What’s going on ? You’re scaring me a little, love.”

-“ I did it, I left him.”

-“ Are you okay ?” Jenson asked, trying not to feel too happy about it when you clearly weren’t alright

-“ As okay as someone in a foreign country with no plans can be, I suppose.” you tried to joke

-“ Where are you right now ?”

-“ At the airport.”

-“ In Abu Dhabi ?”

-“ Yes.”

-“ I’ll be there soon, don’t go anywhere okay ?”

Before you had the chance to answer, Jenson had already hung up. 30 minutes later, the Brit was in front of you, hugging you so tight you were afraid you’d run out of air. Before climbing back into the car, Jenson cupped your face between his hands and inspected your face with attention, making sure you were fine.

The little smile you gave him seemed to make him relax a little but he still refused to let go of you so you spent the whole drive to his hotel with his hand wrapped tightly around yours. He only let go of you when you entered his hotel room.

You started to move towards your suitcase to open it but Jenson stopped you, shoving one of his t-shirts in your hands and motioning for you to go change in the bathroom. When you came back out in his clothes, Jenson had made a bed out of the extra covers right next to the bed.

You went to lie down on the makeshift bed but Jenson glared at you with a smile, taking you hand and guiding you towards the bed. You didn’t get the chance to protest before he wrapped the blanket around you and turned the lights off, promising you to talk in the morning if you wanted to.

The sound of Jenson’s soft snores soon filled the room as you lied wide awake in this foreign bed that smelled just like Jenson. You tried to think about anything else, to focus on Jenson’s breathing but all you could see when you closed your eyes were Mark’s teary eyes as you had left.

You let the sadness wash over you as you sobbed as quietly as you could in the pillow. As quiet as you were, Jenson woke up and was by your side in seconds, rubbing a hand up and down your back as he sat on the corner of the bed. Before you could stop yourself, your arms wrapped around his shoulders and you buried your head in the crook of his neck, holding onto him as you cried. Seeing you this wrecked made Jenson’s heart clench as he protectively wrapped his arms around you, returning the hold as he settled next to you on the bed.

When your crying finally stopped, you finally fell asleep and Jenson didn’t dare to move, afraid he would wake you up. The next morning, the two of you were still wrapped into each other when you finally told him about your last argument with Mark.

Jenson didn’t say anything, just nodding from time to time and humming along when you needed confirmation that how you had reacted was totally normal and valid. Once you were done, he didn’t say much other than he was proud of you and that he thought you were really strong.

The weight of his words settled on you and suddenly everything Mark had said seemed to hold less meaning. You were still not entirely over that relationship but you desperately wanted to move on and Jenson was right here, holding you and comforting you after years of having to see you with one of his closest friends.

The moment just seemed right and you slowly looked up at him, watching his face carefully as your hand came to rest behind his neck, slowly bringing him closer to you. When your faces were only inches apart, you looked at him again, asking for permission silently.

Jenson barely nodded before you closed the gap between the two of you and pressed your lips onto his. The kiss was full of affection, the two of you carefully finding each other again after getting lost for years.

Jenson seemed afraid that the kiss would break you while you needed the kiss to help you heal, to help you find yourself again. After a few seconds, the Brit seemed to understand how important this was to you and he kissed back with just as much passion, letting himself get lost in the feeling of years of admiring you from afar, years of loving you.

You were still far from okay and only time could help now but having Jenson next to you was something you were now sure you wanted, almost needed now. The Brit was more than happy to stay close to you until you figured it all out, until you were finally ready to be with him, no matter how long that took. After all, he had already waited 6 years for you, he’d gladly wait some more if he knew you’d be his at the end of the road.

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the-froschamethyst4 · 7 months

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Lingerie

➤Day 4

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Soap x Wife! F! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, married couple, language, P in V, dirty talking, teasing, moaning, riding, a bit of cat and mouse,

𖤐Summary: Soap was out with his friends leaving his wife Y/n alone and bored at their house. So, she deices to tease him by taking photos of herself in new lingerie sets, she bought

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10:14PM

Soap was at a bar with his friend talking, having fun, guy talks, the usual. Soap chuckled when Price was brought up the good times in the Military and how when they would be on breaks. They would always come to bars picking up girls but now they come to bars to talk and reminisce about the good times.

Soap took a swing from his glass and smiled at the good times. As he placed his glass back on the counter, he felt his phone buzz in his back pocket.

He pulled his phone out seeing his wife Y/n was texting him. He smiled at the name 'My Wife' pop up.

My Wife: *How's the bar?*

Soap: *Great, I'll be home in a little bit*

My Wife: *Get a Taxi or UBER, I don't want to look on the News that John MacTavish was in a car accident*

Soap: *Of course, my love, I would never drink and drive, I want to live to be with you forever*

My Wife: *Good get home safely*

Y/n smiled at her phone at her husband's texts. She placed her phone on her side of the bed and got up off the bed and grabbed some Victoria Secret bags, she had gone shopping not too long ago and got new lingerie sets.

She removed her clothes to where she was completely naked, she grabbed the first set putting it on, it was a lacy baby blue set, it was beautiful.

She walked to full body mirror checking herself out and seeing if her butt looked perfect in the set. She grabbed her phone and took a picture of her butt, she was turned legs spread a little, her left hand on her thigh and her phone over her shoulder and took a photo. She smiled and took another one. She squatted down, she opened her legs just a little bit and took a picture.

She saved the two and went onto another set. She changed till she was naked again and grabbed a baby pink set, she put it on and got on the bed, she laid on her stomach. Her legs crossed her feet behind her head, and she pushed her arms to her chest to make her boobs look bigger.

For a while she did a small photoshoot in the different sets, she bought. She laid on her stomach on the bed in one of her last sets, it was a cute black set, she bit her thumb nail a little bit nervous if she should send them Soap.

But she did it anyways. She sent them and tossed her phone to the side, like she just sent a risky text to her crush confessing her love to him.

Soap felt his phone buzz, he pulled it out and looked down at the notification seeing 'My Wife sent 10 photos' he was confused. He opened his phone and almost spit out his beer when he saw the pictures of his wife half-naked.

"Bloody hell," he mumbles.

"What's going on, Soap?" Price asked.

Soap quickly put his phone down. "Huh? Nothing," he said. "I have to get going," Soap said. He paid his tab and grabbed his keys and phone and headed out the bar and called an UBER.

Y/n stayed in her lingerie set and now, she was going to fix herself something to eat. She was shaking a little bit, Soap hasn't said anything, but she saw where he had read the message.

Y/n heard a door shut from the outside, she peaked outside and saw Soap rushing to the front door. She didn't know what to do, she was stunned till the door busted open.

She yelps when she sees Soap stare at her like she was the last meal, he'll ever have.

"Soap-"

"Don't you 'Soap' me, Mrs.MacTavish," he walks around the little island in the middle of the kitchen and Y/n walked the other way little she was trying to get away from him. He jumps on the island and chases after her, like a wolf chasing a lamb.

"W-Wait, Soap," Y/n absolutely hated being chased. She ran to the bedroom; she closed the door but didn't get enough time to lock it, Soap pushed the door open, and quickly and swiftly pulled her up and held her.

His lips crashed onto her lips, turning into a heated make out session.

"Why are you running, my love? You're the one being a tease, you're the one teasing me, this is what you caused," she could feel his hardened dick being pushed against her clit.

"Ah~" she moans.

She heard him mess with his belt and pulled his dick out, she felt him push himself inside of her. He started to make her bounce up and down, she was a moaning mess. He pushed her against one of the walls in their bedroom.

He held her waist, she was leaning back her back against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands touching his lower stomach.

He started to thrust fast inside of her, she could see his dick bulging from her lower stomach. She moaned and felt tears threating to fall from her eyes.

He held her waist with one hand and his other hand started to remove his shirt, her hands touched his veiny, slightly hairy lower half.

"Ahh~" she moans when she felt herself become tight around his dick letting him know she was close to coming.

He ignored her sign on letting him know and kept thrusting into her. Soap's hands were tightening around her waist definitely leaving some fingernail marks in her skin.

"Ahh~" she moans.

Soap was grunting and slamming into a little bit harder with each thrust. She scratched at his stomach leaving a bit bloody scratch marks.

She came on his dick, but he kept thrusting inside of her, it was his turn. He kept thrusting faster, but they also became a little bit sloppy as well.

She tossed her head back and her eyes closed loving the feeling of him pushing against her g-spot and she felt hot liquid seep out of her lower half.

"H-Holy fuck," she moans. Soap's forehead landed on her shoulder.

"God, you feel so good," Soap whispered in her ear.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed his neck.

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Soap was under Y/n as she was riding him, she bounced up and down on him. He moans as one hand was on her waist and his other behind his head as he watched her do all the work.

He smirked as her head went back, both her hands on his chest, he licked the corner of his mouth, he used his one hand behind his head and held her waist, he pulled her down and started to kiss her lips.

She rocked her hips back and forth. She felt like coming again not till Soap came first. He pulled out and Y/n's lower half and cum leaked from her.

"Soap," she moans.

"Did you learn your lesson on teasing?"

"Fuck no," she moans.

"Oh, should we go for round 4 then, so you could learn your lesson?"

"Do it then," she teased.

Soap picked her up taking her to the bathroom and ripped her lingerie off her body, he started up the shower, he got in and the water was absolutely cold. She moans and pushes her body against his trying to get warm.

"Ah S-Soap."

"You asked for if, love," he says as he kissed her lips and walked under the cold water before it got hot and steamed up the entire bathroom.

He pushed himself back inside of her and pushed her body against the cold tile of the shower. Her back arched and she pushed against him.

"S-Soap," she moans one more time.

He looks down at his dick bulging from her stomach. Her head hit the tile behind her head.

"Ahh~" Soap was going a little bit harder than before and she felt like coming again. From all the pleasure she was getting she felt like coming a lot more early than usual.

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Soap sat on the bed waiting for Y/n to get done with doing her nightly routine. Y/n's legs were shaking, and he could see her just barely standing.

Soap stood up and picked her up setting her on the sinks counter. He licked his lips before kissing hers and helped her with the rest of her routine.

Once he was done, he took her back to the bed.

"Did I hurt you at all?"

"No, I'm fine, my legs are just shaking is all," she smiles.

She got on her side of the bed and got under the covers, Soap joined too and pulled her close to his body.

"Good night, okay?"

"Yeah, good night," she kissed his lips as his arms wrapped around her waist.

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milawritesstuff · 1 year

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WE NEEED PART 4!!!! I NEED TO KNOW HOW THIS ENDS YOU CANT LEAVE ME HANGING THERE

A/N: Here it is!!!

Part 3 can be found here if you didn’t read it.

This is truly one of my favorite things I have ever written. I hope you like it. I want to hear your thoughts.

•••

Pedri’s hand rested on your neck as his lips moved over yours and his tongue went in forcing yours to caress his. You felt as he smiled into the kiss. Your hands slightly pulling on his hair. But before you could feel his lips on you again something pulled him away. You called his name out pleading for him to return but nothing. Tears came down your eyes.

It was then that your were woken up by the ringing of your phone. You opened your eyes to meet the light of the sun shining into the room only to realize the tears had been real.

It had been a week since you returned home to Madrid, and you had spent most of those days fighting off nightmares in your sleep. You had been feeling sick, throwing up even, since your arrival and nothing seemed to make you feel better.

You managed to clean off the tears from your eyes and finally picked up your phone.

-Hello?-

-Y/N. Are you feeling any better?-

-I would if people would let me sleep in.- you joked with Gavi who offered you a slight chuckle on the other end of the call.

Gavi began to nervously speak and explain why he was calling you.

-I’m sorry I woke you up, but it’s …it’s Pedri.-

You rolled your eyes at the phone despite knowing Gavi wouldn’t be able to see you and see your annoyance. Pedri had been sending you nonstop messages which you hadn’t answered and were sure now he had sent his friend to try and get you to answer.

-What about Pedri?- You asked Gavi annoyed.

-He’s missing tonight’s game again.-

-He’s injured what did you expect?-

-He’s not injured.- Gavi’s response caught you off guard.

You shook your head and explained that Pedri had told you about the injury when he had caught you at his house. Soon Gavi cut you off.

-He showed up to practice drunk. You could smell the alcohol. Xavi sent him home, suspended him, and fined him. The injury story was just for the media.-

You sat there in silence not knowing what to answer. The scene of Pedri arriving home and finding you in his hallway replayed in your head. Of course, the bag he had placed down when he got there had been bottles of alcohol. You were so caught up in the moment you hadn’t paid any mind to the hint of alcohol that had lingered on your lips as he kissed you.

-That’s not the worse part.- continued Gavi. -He was supposed to come back today. Xavi thought of letting him come off the bench but he showed up drunk again. Do you know what could happen if the fans see him driving drunk? If he gets into an accident?- Gavi was panicking.

-What did Xavi tell him today?- You finally asked.

-Sent him home again. Another fine. Y/N, I don’t know what to do. He’s throwing everything away for…- He stayed quiet as soon as he realized what he was about to say.

-For me.- you finished Gavi’s sentence as guilt filled you up.

You sat there in silence not knowing what Gavi wanted from you. You were concerned about him, after all erasing two years with someone wasn’t easy. But what were you supposed to do? Just forget everything so Barcelona could have their golden boy back?

-Can you at least just answer his messages?- pleaded Gavi. As he finished his sentence you felt your stomach turn and you quickly got up from the bed and ran to the restroom to throw up. You could hear Gavi on the line asking if you were throwing up again. You walked to the sink and washed your mouth and picked up the phone.

-I’ll think about it Pablo. But right now I need to rest.- The two of you said goodbye and you hung up. You walked back to your bed tossing the phone on the floor and wrapping the blankets around you.

You slept for what felt like another hour and were woken up by your mother knocking on your door. She walked in as you rubbed your eyes and smiled at her.

-Mi niña, how are you feeling?- She sat next to you on the bed and began to massage your head.

-I threw up again earlier. It must have been something I ate on the plane.-

-You’ll get over it in due time.- She said as she offered you a smile. -And about the other thing?-

-What other thing?- You asked knowing exactly what she meant.

She shook her head. -Don’t be so difficult. You know I’m referring to Pedrito.- You rolled your eyes at the endearing name she called him. He didn’t deserve that. Instead of scolding your mother you decided to tell her what Gavi had told you earlier today. As you imagined she became worried about him as well.

-Niña, I understand you’re mad at him. But if you care about him, even if you’re not going back to him, talk to him. Help him get over this. Help him understand.-

It annoyed you how everyone was worried about him. And what about you? Like he hadn’t brought all of this upon himself. Now you were to blame for his stupid decision. But despite what you were feeling, you still cared for him and always would.

You picked up your phone and scrolled through all of Pedri’s messages. Messages that had gone unanswered and continued to come in.

P: I know I messed up.

P: Te hecho de menos.

P: I don’t know who I am without you.

P: Te quiero.

P: Te amo.

P: Please forgive me.

P: I’ll do anything, please answer me.

You began to type.

Stop acting like this and get yourself together … You sat there looking at your phone. You couldn’t send him this. You deleted the message and decided to video call him.

-Y/N.- He slurred into the phone, bags under his eyes.

-Pedri, what are you doing? Why did you lie to me?

He looked into the phone confused.

-You’re not injured.- You continued. -What were you thinking not only drinking but showing up drunk to practice?- You scolded him halfway wishing you hadn’t started off like that.

-Did Gavi call you? I told him not to tell you anything.-

You rolled your eyes. -He’s worried about you Pedri. You’re throwing everything away for what?-

He looked at you intensely. You hated the way he made you feel when he looked into your eyes and even though you were miles apart and seeing each other over a phone screen you could feel him looking into your soul.

-What good is any of this without you by my side?- He began. You wanted to yell at him, why couldn’t he have seen this before? Why did it take you leaving for him to value you. But you ate your pride up.

-I know how hard you have worked for all of this Pedro. Please promise me you are going to stop drinking.- You pleaded to him.

-You still care about me?- He asked.

You sat on your bed with your sleeves over your hands. You felt your stomach turn and prayed you weren’t going to throw up again. You looked into the phone after moments of silence. -You’re always going to be important to me, Pedri. Maybe we weren’t forever but that is, you’re always going to be the one I truly did care for.-

You felt as your heart fell. And a knot formed in your throat. You wanted to cry, you wanted to scream but you didn’t. You sat there almost lifeless looking at him.

-I should have been more grateful for you.- he began as his eyes watered up.

-I took everything you did for granted, everything you made me feel. I love you and I should have shown it to you. I don’t know how many more times to tell you that I love you.-

You felt a tear fall from your eye and you quickly put your hand over your cheek to brush it off.

-It hurts Pedri. It hurts you even had to go out with someone to realize they couldn’t replace me. But I will always love you, even from a distance, even when you’ve found love somewhere else.-

-Please come home, we need to talk.- He pleaded.

-Listen to me. I need you to stop drinking. I promise I will see you once I’m back. But please don’t throw everything you have away.-

He looked into the phone in silence. -I promise I won’t drink anymore. When will you be back?-

You would be staying another week in Madrid and then returning to Barcelona. You had promised Pedri you would be there for the game against Atleti when you returned. Making him promise to stop drinking so Xavi would lift his suspension. Two days later as your father was watching his sports news you overheard as the announcer said Pedri would be back for the Atleti game. You smiled as you passed a plate to your mom. Your dad yelled from the living room, “Pedro has healed! Maybe now they’ll have a chance against us.” Your mom shot you over a smile, she hadn’t told him what was really happening.

-Did you talk to Pedrito?- you handed her another plate as she set the table.

-Yes, I promised I would go to his game if he stopped drinking.-

Your mom smiled. -Well if he’s back he kept his part of the promise right?- You nodded as you continued to help her.

A few days later you landed at the Barcelona airport. Once you stepped outside you saw Gavi waiting for you. He hugged you. -I missed you.- He said as he took your luggage and the two of you began to walk. -I missed you too, Pablito.-

He drove you to his house so you could shower and get ready for the game. He had left and you were going to head to Camp Nou later.

You took a seat in the bleachers just as the players were coming out. Your heartbeat accelerated as you saw Gavi step out knowing Pedri was to follow. He turned over to look for you and winked at you with a shy smile. You hadn’t told him you were coming and he hadn’t asked. He had just left your name with the ticket as he had for these past two years hoping it didn’t go unused.

Right as the second half had started Gavi kicked the ball over to Pedri who scored. You stood up and began to cheer almost as a reflex. You saw as Gavi went over to Pedri and hugged him, whispering something in his ear. Pedri did his usual celebration which was always followed by your initial. But this time after your initial he motioned as if he was throwing a kiss towards were you were standing and put his hands in a praying position.

You sat on the bleachers for a while longer after the game ended giving Pedri enough time to shower. Eventually you made your way down through the tunnel. He was waiting for your outside of the locker room. He smiled as soon as he saw you, the fact that you were wearing his jersey made him happy.

-You came.- he whispered as he approached you. You offered him a half smile. -And you’re wearing my jersey.- You laughed. -I couldn’t wear my Atleti jersey unless I wanted to get stuff thrown at me, right?- He chuckled as he managed to keep enough space in between both of you, not sure how close he could get. Not sure what you were feeling at the moment.

Minutes later you were sitting in the passenger seat of Pedri’s car. You had agreed to talk to him and he had asked you to go home to talk. You knew this was the best idea to avoid anyone seeing the two of you argue in public.

He opened the door to his house and you stepped in. You felt uneasy, somehow his car and now his house despite being so familiar to you weeks ago now seemed different and strange. Luckily you hadn’t felt sick in the past few days and you just had to calm down your nerves.

-Sit down.- He said as he placed his backpack down. He looked at you defeated knowing you no longer felt comfortable in what was once your home as well.

-I want to say I’m sorry.- he began. You bit your bottom lip trying not to cry. You had held it in all night, knowing well more than anything this was your official goodbye.

-Pedri, please.- You tried to stop him because you weren’t ready for what he was about to say.

-I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to think about where you are years from now. I am sorry I took you for granted. We can make it work.-

-I hate you.- you blurted out, your words catching you by surprise as much as him. You began to cry. -I hate how you made me feel for the past few months, like I was a burden, like I meant shit to you. Always second, never your priority. I hate how I felt the day I saw the pictures… the fact that you thought it would be easy to replace me. I hate you thought I would go and fuck Gavi. But most of all, I hate that I can’t hate you. That I love you so much it hurts. That I don’t know how I’m going to live without you, without your touch, your taste.-

Before you could go on his lips slammed into yours. His tongue entered you and slowly caressed yours. His taste was addictive. You knew better, you knew you shouldn’t be doing this but eventually your lips reciprocated his movement. You needed it one last time, so you could remember it for the rest of your life. So every time you were with anyone else you could chase this same feeling. And so that they never lived up to his memory.

Without thinking and any exchange of words you ended up in the bedroom you shared for the past two years. Pedri got rid of yours and his clothes and proceeded to kiss your bare neck as his hands explored your body. The satisfaction traveling through your body was making you close your eyes in pleasure but you fought it off, wanting to memorize everything about Pedri before he was gone.

Your hands around his neck as he went lower and slowly nibbled at your breasts. Eventually making his way to your core and leaving small kisses on your thighs. Before you knew it he lined himself up with your entrance and let out a moan as he went in. You couldn’t help but moan as well, in that moment realizing how much you had missed him, his tough, him giving all of himself to you.

Your lips entangled with one another. His hands grabbing onto your hips as he rolled himself into you over and over again. -Te amo.- he repeated into your kisses. -You can leave tomorrow but just for tonight.- He said. -Act like you love me, so I can go on.-

You threw your head back as he hit your spot and moaned while closing your eyes. He stared at you with a smile, hoping this wasn’t the last time he could make you feel like this. Pleading to the universe that these past few weeks had just been a setback and not a road to the end.

-Te amo, Pedri.- you whispered.

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falloutjuli · 1 year

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OHHH BOYYYY OKAY. HEAR ME OUT RIGHT. HEAR ME OUT.

BUCCI GANG WITH G/N!Y/N (PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC IDM <3) WHO IS AN ALIEN (Like from part 4) WHO'S LIKE PRETTY WELL ACCUSTOMED TO EARTH BUT ALSO. TENDS TO SHAPESHIFT INTO ANIMALS ACCIDENTLY WHEN THEY FEEL AN EXTREME EMOTION!!

like pissed at narancia because he broke their favourite cd? OHHHH BOY ITS A FUCKING CHIHUAHUA

Otherwise, have a lovely day and hopefully you've got some good requests to keep you busy, i know what it's like to be painstakingly bored lmao. if you don't feel like writing this one tho, that's fine :)

DRINK SOME WATER BTW. JUST. JUST A SIP. LIKE. A LITTLE SCHLURP.

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME THINK ABOUT THIS!!

And thank you so much for your kind words, always means a lot! Drinking water as I'm writing this. And now other people who read this... DRINK SOMETHING. NOW.

Anyways, i think it's on the more platonic side, but i think it can also be interpreted as romantic. Hope you enjoy my little writing!

Same content warning as before, typed on phone by an unhinged person 😎

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Bucci Gang x Alien!GN!Reader - Shapeshifting adventures

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The boys and Trish are pretty used to your sometimes weird antics but when they bit by bit discovered the shape shifting? OH BOY.

They were all used to you messing up small things that were normal to them, like teaching you idioms and stuff. But this? This is a whole new level of crazy.

First. The Narancia incident.

It's Narancia, so he pretended to know nothing about no CD. Especially not broken ones he helped pick out. No no, he knows nothing about this, never even heard of CDs.

But you know him and his bullshit so you keep nagging him about it, getting agitated by his constant lies.

And just when you wanted to full on speak your mind to him, poof. Bark.

He stares at a little Chihuahua where just Y/N stood that looked like it was ready to bite him.

Once everything in his brain clicks, he laughs his ass off. Tears in his eyes, his laughter filling all of the house, eventually drawing in Abbachio who just wants some piece and quite and now has to deal with Narancia crying/laughing on the floor and a.... Chihuahua angrily barking at him.

It took a while until Abbachio got answers out of the younger one and once everything was explained (well, everything despite what happened to the CD) he went off to get the rest of the gang, trying to contain his laughter on the way.

So everyone was informed then. Fugo and Giorno were super interested in this newfound quirk you discovered, Bruno and Trish were worried at first but once they saw that you had suffered no harm or were stuck in the form their worries subsided. Abbachio found it a little funny but was also glad you were alright.

Meanwhile to Mista and Narancia it's the funniest shit they have ever seen. They keep referencing it. "Ohhh Mista, don't steal their desert or they might turn into a puppy again!"

Those two are true idiots and once they pushed you a little too far and you accidentally turned into a grizzly bear, they finally stopped. For while.

Bruno had that worry again. He wasn't sure if you could maybe hurt yourself or them if this kept happening but you kept assuring him that's you'd never. It's just the form that changes, never the Y/N inside of the form.

Trish and Giorno are super kind to you as always and would barely ever push you into such extrem emotions to the point of accidentally shifting.

Abbachio and Bruno will always look out for you and will tell the others to stop bothering you/calm you down if they deem it necessary. They are never pushy about it, especially not Abbachio.

Fugo is... Certainly something. You're sure if he too was from your planet he'd be a walking zoo with how easily angered he is. You two spoke about that once and Fugo never felt happier to be from Earth.

While Mista and Narancia can certainly drive you up the walls, they also know when it's too much and after you turning into a bear, they decided they would stop trying to set you off on purpose. (Especially since Narancia brought up the possibility of you turning into a dinosaur. Which they deemed cool. But scary.)

This doesn't mean they will stop bickering with you over tiny things.

Mista also called you once a "Discount Giorno." Nobody found it funny and Giorno was tempted to transform his newly bought shoes with Golden Experience but decided against it.

#This was so fun to write thank you so much #my little italian mafia cuties #mista and Narancia would so get bitten by Chihuahua reader #jjba x reader #bucci gang #bucci gang x reader

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thespineoftherighteous · 1 year

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top 5 Dan Wilds moments, top 5 kandrew moments

EXCELLENT ask

Dan:

1. helping Neil figure out his schedule (with Matt) in tfc

2. when Neil shows the girls the tattoo while Allison is doing his makeup and Dan gets outraged and then just gets really sad and you can see how helpless she feels and how much she cares about him

3. when someone at the banquet was trying to give her shit for being Hennessy and she hit him in the balls with her stilettos before roasting him

4. telling the waitress Neil got his scars from falling into a tank of piranhas (she's literally babygirl do you even get it?)

5. it happens off screen but when she and Kevin finally talk on vacation about the coach/father reveal and it's mentioned that they both come back from it looking worn out and i imagine there's so much there went down there

6. genuinely every time she gives Neil a hug

7. ordering the stand for the trophy before they actually won championships

8. when she started a dogpile on Coach while being all sweaty from practice

kandrew:

1. that first night practice that Andrew joined Kevin and they had that whole sexually charged battle of wills

2. the night that Kevin got the queen tattooed and it's a Big Deal for Neil to see but that's not even comparable to what it's like for Andrew, who's been waiting for something like this since day one. and it kind of electrifies Andrew

3. their whole antagonistic, petty, clawing at each other's throats, pre-tfc relationship AND how the fact that what ended up making them so close after all that was Andrew seeing Kevin pick up his racquet again for the first time after the accident and how that was enough to get Andrew on the court himself

(that was like a million different moments, forgive me for cheating)

4. Andrew taking off Kevin's glove mid-game to check that it's good and reassure him + Kevin going straight to the goal after Andrew's first full-time game to catch him through withdrawal

5. Andrew giving Kevin his meds (!!!)

(+6. "i could drive your car, you know" "bitch over my dead body" .... see also: every "it's fun telling Kevin no" moment)

#i say it all the time but literally you dont understand you cant understand #catch the way i didn't even TRY to limit myself to five with Dan #aftg #🦊✉️

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unluckyhoneybee · 1 year

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The handsome artist. 22. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Moments of them. A view of the relationship.

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: A cabin in the coast.

Note: this part is kind of special to fill a bit the gap between the previous and next one.

Daniel doesn't want to leave Abi's side and has problems with it.

I opened my eyes with a strange buzzing. I looked around. Daniel was laying face down, snoring softly with his hand hanging from the bed.

"Dan..." I tapped his shoulder. "Danny, babe."

He groaned and covered his face with the sheets.

"Hey... Your phone..."

I reached it.

Lewis Ham.

I picked it.

"Good morning"

"Hi, Abi." His voice sounded as sweet as always, but slightly cold and serious "Is Dan there?"

"Right here"

"Well, tell them his client is already here. He had an appointment at 9 am."

"Fuck." I groaned. "Sorry"

I looked down and Daniel was rubbing his eyes.

"It's Lewis."

He checked his watch.

"Fuck. Fuck"

He took the phone from my hand.

"Shit, Lewis. Sorry. I forgot to set the alarm"

"It's the third time..." I could barely hear him, but Lewis was so pissed.

I looked at Daniel and gasped.

"Dan!" I couldn't believe it.

"I'll be there soon, mate."

"You better be"

Daniel tried to get up and dressed fast.

"Daniel Ricciardo if you are late to work again..."

"I know, I know. Sorry"

He pecked my lips.

"See you for dinner?"

"Of course, honey. Good luck with Lewis!"

"Bye bye"

It was only 3 or 4 days later and another accident when Lewis came to the shop.

"Hi, Lewis."

"Hey, Abigail"

"Can I help you with something?"

He leaned on the counter and sighed.

"How do you tell an idiot that he is an idiot with flowers?"

"Someone special?" I answered giggling.

"Yeah, kind of."

"A friend?"

"Yep" He smiled.

"Well, I have all of these plants." I showed him a list.

Lewis gasped and smiled so big.

"I was joking but know I adore you even more"

I laughed.

"Could do arrange something for me?"

"Yeah, obviously. Just choose a couple of them"

"I like these three."

"Purple. A beautiful way to tell your friend they suck"

He giggled.

What I wasn't expecting was to find the very same bouquet I made in the studio only a few days later when I was picking Dan up for lunch.

Daniel looked at me with an arched eyebrow when I started laughing.

"So you did it?"

I was cry laughing when Lewis came out of his studio. HE laughed too.

"A fantastic job, Abigail"

"Thank you very much. And why does my idiot boyfriend deserve this meaningful bouquet?"

"Care to explain, Dan?"

Daniel was frowning and blushing, his arms crossed on his chest and that only made us laugh more.

"I keep arriving late because I'm to comfy with you in the mornings"

Fighting is normal in relationship but it makes the difference how you solve it.

I got a call. Another one. The day was exhausting.

"Charlotte's Garden, how can I help you?"

"Abi, love, it's me."

I sighed when I heard Daniel.

"Hi"

"Hey, are you coming for dinner? Mike..."

"Fuck. I forgot" I groaned and leaned on the counter.

"How is it? We told Michael..."

"I forgot, Dan. I forgot" I snapped.

"Wow. Hey, calm down. I was just asking"

I covered my eyes and sighed. Fucking shit.

"Come please, he has gone to the grocery store this morning and has been cooking. He is expecting you to be here when he comes back from work."

I bit down my lip to not sob. I still had some work to do on the shop. I had to leave things done for tomorrow. My muscles were sore and was exhausted. To Daniel and Michael's I still had a long drive across LA's traffic. And then tomorrow I would have to wake up earlier to be on time. And it was already the third night this week that I would spend at Danny's.

"Fine. See you" I hang the phone and sobbed.

When I arrived, I had a killing headache.

"Hey, what was that on the phone" He said after kissing my forehead.

"What?"

"You left me with the words hanging."

Daniel was tense, he had wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"It was nothing."

I walked around him and left my things on the sofa.

"Is there something I can help with?" I asked trying to avoid the topic as much as I could.

"Talk to me. Why are you so cold?"

I looked at him and my eyes clouded with tears.

"Cold?"

"Yes. Cold" He crossed his arms.

"I'm not cold"

"You are. This is not my Abi" He said with a tiny smile that was only meant to make me feel calmer. It didn't. It was the last drop...

"This is you Abi! Your Abi is so fucking exhausted and has worked so much today. She has gone to 4 different house to fix rich people's disasters. To fix Karen's mess because her stupid chihuahua has been digging holes. It's not my fault, Karen! And your Abi has been working more hours than she should because half of the city had decided to propose, have babies or I don't even know what else. And I'm so fucking exhausted. I spent the whole day driving around the city. And my head is killing me, my back is killing me, I cut my finger only a little bit but it made me cry and the last thing I wanted to do was driving here and having to wake up earlier tomorrow to be on time at the shop because I don't know if by Saturday I'll even be able to get up from bed." I was panting and crying. I was feeling even more tired. "And don't ask why I didn't tell you. Don't ask. Because I didn't even have time. I came here yesterday and the day before and you were so happy telling me about that new project. I simply couldn't and..."

He cupped my cheeks and I gasped, feeling frozen because of the sudden move.

"Shh... I understand. I understand." His shooting tone made me close my eyes. "I'm so sorry I didn't see this. I'm really sorry I made you come here. And I'm sorry I didn't visited you more often at the shop this week."

"Hug me" I whimpered with a thin voice.

"Come here, babe"

Having told him all of that made me relax. Then he hugged me and I hugged him and everything was suddenly better.

"Up baby"

Daniel lifted me from the floor and I wrapped my legs around him.

"It's fine" He whispered as I cried on his neck. "it's fine, love"

I felt him sitting on the sofa and I sobbed harder when he covered me with a blanket I had crocheted for him.

"I'm so sorry. We will have dinner and go to sleep, and tomorrow I'm going with you to the shop and help you until I have to go to mine"

"No..."

"Not a question, love."

He threaded his fingers on my hair and hugged me tighter with his other arm. He was so warm, so welcoming. I felt calming down slowly and the soreness in my muscles disappearing a bit.

Then I heard the door opening but didn't had strength to lift my head.

"Hi... Oh. Is everything fine?"

I closed my eyes and just waited for Danny to speak. Pretending to be asleep for Michael was so much easier.

"I'm in idiot. Just that" He said playing with my hair. His voice sounded so low, I knew he was feeling horrible. I could picture his sad big brown eyes on my head.

Michael didn't say anything else but he patted Dan's back. I heard him walking away. Once I was sure Michael was on his bedroom, I sighed.

"You are not an idiot" I whispered. Daniel only hugged me tighter and kissed my shoulder.

"I love you so much"

"I love you too"

He cupped my cheek and made me look at him.

"What about a cool stay in date tomorrow night. You and me, your comfy sofa and tons of take out food"

I smiled and nodded.

"Okay"

"Yeah?"

I kissed his lips.

"Can we order from Yuki's?"

"It's Pierre's restaurant too"

"We both know that Pierre hasn't touched a pan on his life"

He kissed my nose.

"That's true yeah"

Danny gets ill.

"Hey"

I looked up.

"Mike! How are you?"

I hugged him.

"I'm good" He showed me the bag he was carrying. "But..."

"Meds"

I frowned and took them.

"For the flu"

He nodded

"Why are you buying meds for the flu in Santa Monica?"

"Well."

I sighed.

"Danny"

He nodded.

"He is stubborn. I almost had to lock him in the house."

"Fucking shit. I told him to not swim the other night" I groaned.

"Oh, so that's it..."

"Yeah. We went to have a walk in the beach and he thought the best was to swim. And it's wasn't a warm night."

"He didn't want you to know"

I sighed.

"But don't get angry"

"I won't. Don't worry. I know he probably thinks tomorrow will be a new day"

"I'm sure it will not"

I chuckled.

"Thank you for telling me, I will go"

"Thanks Abi"

When I closed the shop and arrived to their home, Michael opened the door and sighed.

"I swear he is like a child"

When I walked inside the living room, he was sitting under a blanket and looking at the TV.

"Did your order the burgers I told you?"

"No, chicken soup." I said lifting the soup I had brought with me.

Daniel looked at me with big eyes and gasped.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, a little bird told me someone was ill and being stubborn as fuck so..."

"Michael..." He groaned.

"Sorry mate. I knew she would get you to have your meds"

I chuckled.

"I'll warm the soup." Michael said leaving and going to the kitchen.

I walked to Daniel and he crossed his arms on his chest.

"I'm fine. I'll be better tomorrow" His voice was so raspy and his eyes looked glassy. The tip of his nose was red and his lips were dry.

"You look like shit, honey" I sat next to him. "You won't be okay tomorrow if you don't have some meds."

"I'm telling you I'm..."

"Dan" I took his hand. "It's okay. You swam on the sea when I told you to not to and you are ill now. It's fine".

"You were dying to say that, weren't you?" He said smiling and leaning his head back on the couch.

I nodded giggling and leaned over him. Gently I pressed my lips on his forehead and frowned.

"You are burning, sweetheart" I said caressing his cheek.

"I feel like shit."

"Have those meds, please"

He said.

"Mike is a clever man"

I smiled and got up. Soon I was back. "This is for the fever and it will help with the headaches. And this one is for the cough."

He swallowed those pills and sighed.

"I'm hungry but my throat is killing me"

"That's why I brought the soup."

Dan, Mike and I ate together on the kitchen. Poor Daniel was weak and barely had stomach for half of the plate, but Michael said it was the first thing he ate since he had a coffee in the morning so I was pretty satisfied.

Then Daniel got up.

"I'm going back to the sofa for a bit" He pointed.

"Okay"

Michael and I cleaned everything.

"You won't be able to get into the bed though."

"No problem"

When I went back to the living room, Daniel was laying on the sofa, on his side and covered with a big fluffy blanket.

"How many teddy bears had to die to make that blanket?"

He chuckled.

"Any, it's faux teddy bear fur. Cruelty free".

I smiled.

"Do you want some cuddles?"

He nodded.

I jumped on the sofa with him and he nested on my chest, his body being trapped between mine and the back of the sofa.

"I like the sofa more than the bed. It feels so warm in here. The bed is so cold and lonely".

I caressed his curls and kissed his forehead. The temperature was lower, but he was still warm.

"Well, you won't be alone in the bed anymore"

"How much are you staying?"

"For as long as you need me"

He hid further under the blanket.

"You have to work"

"You cna always come home with me if you feel better enough."

I felt his smile.

"Charlotte is a wonderful nurse"

"Okay..."

I kissed his forehead and ran my fingers over his black curls.

"Rest for a bit, honey" I whispered and closed my eyes too.

Danny learns the art of plants.

Some weeks were more busy than other. This one, after some influencer's video came out, half of the city wanted to fill their houses with pothos and other similar plants to make it look like the jungle.

"Like this?"

"Press your hand around it a bit more" I said guiding Danny's hands on the soil.

He was quick learning and while Charlotte attended the shop, we were working at the back.

"Okay"

I kissed his shoulder and walked away to get more pots.

"Baby"

"Mhm"

"How does a Zamioculca zamiifolia looks like?"

"Many leaves! It's tagged as ZZ plant"

I was so nice to have him around. He was good at it, he loved to play music loud and dance around as he did what I told him to.

"Here it is!"

I looked at him. He was repoting the plant so carefully. He respected my work and understood that he was a helping hand, but the care he was putting on this was perfect. He hadn't broken a single branch.

"I can feel you watching"

I smiled.

"I just love this" I walked to him and grabbed his hips. "I love having you here"

His hands were dirty and he had taken his rings off.

"You know that I love helping"

I got on my tip toes and kissed his cheek.

"Hey! Love birds! There is lot of work!"

"Sorry, Auntie" Daniel said but reached to grab my ass anyway.

"Dan!"

"Only a kiss"

And I couldn't resist. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him sweetly.

Period cramps and other problems.

I woke up already feeling like shit and that Sunday morning wasn't different. After a coffee and a chocolate croissant, I sat on the sofa for too long and did too little. But I didn't have the energy for more.

The door rang almost at lunchtime.

"Hey, love" Daniel kissed my forehead and walked through the apartment with bags. "I brought food"

I sighed. I really loved him. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me. But he had too much energy. I already felt overwhelmed. I knew he was hyperactive because he spent the morning with his friends and the bikes.

"Hey! Are you coming? I'm hungry as hell"

"Yeah, yeah."

I walked to the kitchen and he was already setting the food on the table.

"You have to come the next time. Corey took the best photos. It was so cool. There is this hill close to the beach where we always go. It's so beautiful. I will take you one day"

I nodded and walked past him to take the glasses from the cabinet

"Even Blake came." He added. "And well, we forgot to bring some snacks or something. Michael had energy ars for everyone. He had like a thousand. We were literally a group of kids cycling big bikes"

I nodded again and opened the fridge to take some water. Daniel shut up and I turned around a bit weirded out. He was blushing and looking through the window. He was fidgeting with his fingers. I frowned and stayed there in silence too. He shot a quick look and cleared his throat.

"What?" I asked.

"What? Nothing" He bit his lip nervously.

"Nothing?"

"Mhm"

"Are you sure? Because you were talking like a kid high on caffeine and now you are quiet."

Daniel swallowed the lump in his throat.

"A-are you on your period?"

I blushed even more than him.

"Yes"

"O-okay. T-there is a stain..."

I gasped and blushed harder. My face was burning.

"What?"

"Yeah. On your... ass"

"Oh no" MY only reaction was to run from the kitchen and hide in my room. The relationship felt too new for this. I knew it was stupid but I hadn't gotten good experiences before. I have been told it was disgusting.

I changed and thought about hiding until he got tired and left. But then I thought about what Jennifer would tell me and opened the door slowly. He was on his phone texting with someone.

I didn`t say anything, but he noticed me instantly.

"Hey, are you okay?" He awkwardly said.

"Um... yeah. Sorry. A little too much flow today. But don't worry. I'm gross. Why am I telling you this?" I was too nervous and couldn't stop talking.

He smiled a bit and got up. Daniel surprised me with a hug. "It's not gross, love" He kissed my forehead and then started giving me kisses all over my face. "How are you feeling?"

"Embarrassed" I confessed in a whisper.

"Okay. I think that can be my fault. I was weird before. I didn't know how to tell you"

I bit my lip.

"You don't think it's gross, do you?"

"Nop"

"Oh"

He smiled and cupped my face. "Let's have lunch and then rest a bit, okay?"

Daniel and I had lunch in the kitchen, and somehow he was so helping, he brought me my meds, he made me eat something he knew that was good, made a tea and asked if I had heating pads. All of it, checking his phone every few minutes.

I was laying on the sofa, having really bad cramps and not feeling like talking when he appeared.

"Hey, I know about this stretching that is super good for the pain. You have to..." He checked the phone "Lean forwards and..."

"Daniel"

"Yes. And I'm thinking. Do you need pads? Tampons? Or do you use... a... menstrual cup?" He was reading on his phone.

"What the fuck are you doing, Daniel?"

"What?"

"Why are you on your phone?"

He blushed and hid it behind his back.

"Nothing."

"Daniel"

"I asked for help"

"What?"

"Yeah, I texted my friend Natalie really quick for a couple of tips... and..."

I giggled. I felt something weird on my chest. Like this strange happiness growing so fast in contrast with the bad mood, the cramps put me in.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You are the cutest, Daniel" I smiled and opened my arms.

"Am I?"

"Yes. And I appreciate all of it" I took a breath. "That's not what I need right now"

"No? Natalie said this could happen, everyone is different and..."

"I want cuddles. And maybe that heating pad"

He smiled proud of himself.

"I can give you that"

Ten minutes later, I was getting comfortable on the sofa with him, hidden under a blanket and with Daniel spooning me. His hand was keeping the pad in place while his other arm worked as my pillow.

"Hey" I said.

"Mhm"

"Thank you very much. I was really irritated when you came, but this is perfect."

He kissed my cheek and brushed his nose over the side of my face. "Are you feeling better?"

"I am"

"No cramps?"

"They are there, but now I'm relaxed."

"I'm glad to hear that"

Sometimes being there is enough.

Burnout. That's what I saw when I opened the door. As on many other days, when my shift at the shop ended, I drove to Ham&Avo, finding Lewis doing the numbers for the day and Roscoe patiently waiting for his dad to finish his work. He had told me to go upstairs and there, I had found Daniel in front of a big piece of paper, headphones on and a quite dark drawing in the making. His shoulders were tense and he had bags under his eyes. He had told me about this project days ago. The appointment was in a few weeks but the client was someone important that had also gotten other tattoos with them. It was big and would cost a few hundred, so it had to be perfect.

Daniel looked so tired, sore and stressed. He groaned and his head fell down. I walked closer and slowly reached my hands forward. He relaxed the moment they fell on his shoulders and he leaned back on my body. I leaned and kissed his cheek. He opened his eyes and turned his face, but didn't say anything. I kissed his forehead and he closed his eyes again.

Knowing which was the most sensitive spot, I kneaded my fingers on the knot his shoulder's muscles had. He groaned and reached back. His hand carefully caressed my shin as a thank you.

I don't know how much time we spent like that, but at some point, I thought he had fallen asleep. Pushing the headphones off his ear, I whispered his name.

"mhm"

I kissed his cheek.

"How about a break?"

He shook his head. "I have to work for a bit more"

I sighed.

"Okay"

"Are you staying?"

He looked at me with those big brown eyes.

"Of course"

"Thank you"

So I sat there with him and observed, smiled when he pull his things closer to me and opened my arms for him when he groaned frustrated and let himself fall with me.

Daniel cuddled with me but kept his eyes on the drawing.

"Do you think it's good?"

"I do. It's dark, but it's amazing" I said admiring his art. His ink-stained fingers moved between mine.

"I want her to like it" He said. "This is the biggest piece she has. She is like an expert on this. And she chose me over Lewis."

I wrapped my arms tighter around his body and he threaded his legs with mine.

"I'm sure she will love it. Plus, she is an expert, she chose you over Lewis because she knew you would be a better option. This piece suits your style so much. It's perfect"

I ran my thumb over his piece.

"I couldn't do it without you"

I smiled and kissed his lips.

"I do nothing"

"You are here"

I closed my eyes and switched my position to be even closer to him.

"You are also there for me"

We locked eyes.

"I think that's wonderful" I said. "To have someone for you the same way you are there for them"

"I think it's amazing."

A pet.

"Did you see that?" I said as we drove past some bins in the streets. It was late and we were coming back from Blake's flat.

"No, what?"

"Stop"

"Why?"

"I saw something"

He stopped the car on one side of the street and I opened the door. "Where are you going?"

Daniel obviously followed me running down the street. And there just where I had seen it, a box moving.

"What is that? Racoons?"

"I don't think so" I knelt and opened the box. Inside, a pair of big blue eyes looked at me.

"Oh shit" Daniel fell on the floor with me.

"Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing here alone?" I took the little cat in my hands and pulled it closer to my chest. It was orange and had a shorter tail. It meawed desperately.

"Maybe it lives here. We should wait to see if the mum appears" I hopefully said.

So we did. We sat on the floor with the cat for too long. It was two a.a. and the mum hadn't appeared yet.

"I think someone dropped it here" Daniel said with a sigh.

I looked at the cat sleeping on my lap and then at my boyfriend.

"Why would they?" I said pouting. The cat was so small and cute.

Daniel hugged my shoulders.

"Because they are a bunch of cunts." He whispered and touched its little head.

I looked at him.

"I can't go and leave it here"

"I know" He said smiling. "Let's go then. We will find a 24h vet"

A smile grew on my face. "Really?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

An hour later, we walked out of the vet with a bag of bottles and powder for the baby. We had learnt it was a boy and was only a few weeks old. He had gotten a little medicine because the vet suspected he had been alone for longer than he should have. She said the kitten was lucky.

"How are you naming the little boy?" Dan asked once we climbed the stairs in my flat.

"I don't know..."

He touched the cat's name.

"Maple" He said.

I smiled.

"I love it"

"Yeah?"

I smiled and nodded. He kissed my lips.

"Welcome home, Maple" I said.

The kitten was sleeping on the middle of the bed once I got to bed.

"Is he sleeping there?"

"He needs heat"

"The vet said you could use a heating pad"

"Maple has been alone in the streets, he is not sleeping with a heating pad."

Daniel sighed and laid on the bed.

"I'm not a cat person"

I gasped and looked at him.

"Why didn't you..."

"Shh. Because you are. And I can take it for as long the little guy don't scratch me or something"

I looked down at Maple and then at Daniel.

"I will raise my kid well"

"I know you will. Plus. The cat suits your aura. What is a plant shop without a cat?"

I giggled.

"Charlotte will freak out"

"Doesn't she like cats?"

"She loves them"

This contains a spoiler so open it under your own judgment. We have much more cuteness coming so soon.

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Next part: To feel loved.

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