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rollerman1 · 7 months
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rinrinx2 · 1 year
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The other woman
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The other woman has time to manicure her nails
The other woman is perfect where her rival fails
The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume
The other woman keeps fresh-cut flowers in each room
'Cause to be by her side
It's such a change from old routine
Will spend her life alone
Alone
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Playlist : the other woman
Playlist is done by @vnsomniac
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*some chapters will be in the Mistress Pov where (Y/N) is the mistress and others as the wife where (Y/N) is the wife. Chapter one is the mistress and chapter two the wife. What POV is being told in the chapter will be stated at the beginning of each chapter*
Majority is the wife as (Y/N) POV
Taglist: @mapleeereads
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lesbiancolumbo · 4 months
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being a woman in any film space, be it filmmaking, cinephilia, film festivals, film school, any and all of it, and like not getting frustrated and leaving that world altogether? you are god's strongest fucking soldier and i love you so much.
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en-wheelz-me · 5 months
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gayerthanevertbh · 8 months
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PAY MY THERAPY.
NO WAY. ARE YOU SERIOUS?? IS THIS REAL???
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minubell · 1 year
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I saw that you were always up for art suggestions can we have a tides of war mairon art? please? 🙏🏽
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Here he is in Chapter 1! Gosh, if only someone would show up and free him from all this paperwork he has to do.
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321spongebolt · 1 year
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These are some ideas I had in mind for possible summons who can appear in either the upcoming “Kingdom Hearts 4” or any future spin-offs.
Returning from “Kingdom Hearts” and “Kingdom Hearts 2”, I would pick Jack Skellington from “The Nightmare Before Christmas”.
Returning from “Kingdom Hearts 3”, I would pick Buzz Lightyear from “Toy Story”, with his laser being real.
Now, let’s talk about some ideas for new summons. Some of these were mentions from this post I made.
Mater from “Cars” can be unlocked by completing Radiator Springs. He would have his pop-out machine guns he had from “Cars 2”. It should be noted that in Radiator Springs, Sora’s keyblade would pop out of him.
Perry the Platypus can be unlocked by completing Danville. It’s possible Major Monogram could congratulate Sora and Agent P for defeating Dr. Doofenshmirtz (or whoever else should be the main antagonist for Danville) by allowing Sora to contact Agent P whenever Sora is in a pinch.
Kiara from “The Lion King 2: Simba’s Pride” would become a summon after defeating Zira, or, even her heartless form considering she commits suicide by jumping into the river. After apologizing to Kovu, Simba would allow her daughter to be around Sora. Like Simba, Kiara can perform a powerful roar attack whenever you hold the triangle button. Or alternatively, she could take the form of fire like Simba did in “Kingdom Hearts 3” and stomp on enemies with blaze attacks as Sora rides on her back.
Melody from “The Little Mermaid 2: Return to the Sea” in my eyes is very underrated. Without a doubt, I would want Tara Strong to return as the voice of Melody for the world of Atlantica. Basically, Sora would reunite with Ariel, Prince Eric, and King Triton (with King Triton now voiced by Jim Cummings in place of the late great Kenneth Mars), and would transform into his merman form to help look for Melody underwater. By defeating either Morgana or Xigbar (you decide, just note that Pat Caroll recently died), Melody would be unlocked as a summon character. Like Ariel from “Kingdom Hearts 3”, Melody would appear in her mermaid form, and would perform water-based attacks.
For Robin Hood as a summon, I was thinking that by defeating Mor’du, King Fergus would reward Sora with a summon gem that unlocks Robin Hood. In combat, Robin Hood can use his sword for melee attacks and shoot his arrows at distant enemies. If possible I was thinking his world could be featured in the next game after whatever game uses Robin Hood as a summon.
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phantasyhalation · 8 months
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0079 newtype bullshit is so funny to me amuro was out there tripping balls in the middle of a battlefield over a girl he met like twice
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okmcintyre · 2 years
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THE ONE WHERE EVERYONE KNOWS by twosuns | Canon to 6x13. No anomaly no Sheidheda. Everyone knows how Bellamy and Clarke feel about each other. Except them. And NOBODY is exactly sure what's going on?
One Shot | Part 8 of How He Found Out Series
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unsungtalesweek · 11 months
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✨8 days til UnsungTales Week 2023! ✨
Primula here outside of Arke Village with Twin siblings Rio and Rene from Material Dungeon! We are exploring a cave to search for Roots to make new outfits with! It was Rene’s idea since she’s the adventurous one 😊. Rio is right behind ready to help!
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ipwarn · 2 years
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I feel embarrassed to admit how emotionally invested I am in Lea’s return to Broadway. 
It really is like a movie at this point and I just want to know what’s going to happen. Will people love her performance? Will she crash and burn spectacularly? Can she work well with the cast? I NEED all the backstage drama. 
And who is going to adapt this shit into a movie? Ryan Murphy?
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rollerman1 · 3 months
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whyarewewlwlikethat · 2 years
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we are literally witnessing history with the representation in The Owl House and people refuse to acknowledge it I barely see TOW being talked about unless an episode just aired. Yall need to start supporting this series better
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greghouse · 1 year
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girls who love dilfs seeing the deleted scene from pulp fiction of raquel and the wolfe
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ashren · 2 years
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oh gosh
i just found a Ren/Felix thing i wrote a long time ago and it's a little spicy 👀
i might post it kinda unedited bc i have a thing about reading my own smut fjskcjan
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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years
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the other woman - natasha’s perspective.
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pairings: best friends mom!natasha romanoff x fem!reader
summary: natasha reminisces about the love that she has for you, and how much she wants to hold you in her arms again like a little kid. but, it was childish. foolish. this is her perspective with her long love for you.
warnings: heavy angst like really heavy angst, talks about alcohol, mentions of depression, mentions of smut (but briefly), let me know if there’s more. 18+!
author’s note: i know that this series has ended, but it also needs a closure to natasha’s perspective. it’s very shocking and hurtful, so i’m so sorry.
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“Everything’s fine with me, I promise.”
When I winked at her and left, I could feel the embarrassment that was heating up on both sides of my cheek. I tightened my throat, gripping my fisted hands and releasing them as I could feel so much tension that was building up inside of me. It wasn’t an awkward encounter. In fact, I was very glad to meet my daughter’s best friend who has been there for her ever since she got into that school. Y/N was a sweet girl, I know she was sweet – I don’t have to know her that much to say that she was. I went back to the kitchen and poured myself a rich red wine inside of my wine glass, swirling it slowly as my eyes tried to find the girl with that I just have interacted.
“Where the hell were you?” Maria, who supposedly is my wife, is scolding me once again. Our marriage fell almost a year ago and we’ve tried hard enough to save it. I’m pretty sure that my love for her was gone like it poofed out. Maybe hers as well, I couldn’t care less.
The only reason why we were still married is because of the company together that we have built, we didn’t want it to go to waste. Somehow.
“I was in the bathroom.”
“Smoking again?” Maria scoffs at me, shaking her head but then smiles at me with a fit of seething anger. I know she was angry, but I didn’t really care much. “Natasha, this is your daughter’s fucking graduation party.”
“And you invited our friends from work here?” I responded, turning my body so that I could look her in the eyes. She was a little taller than me, but I had to act like I was the one who is more capable in this relationship somehow. She was being a bitch. “She didn’t want this.”
“How do you know what she wants?”
I looked at my surroundings to see if anyone heard her raised voice. Then, I looked back at her and sighed, saying: “Lower your voice. You still know that this is a party. Now please, leave me alone.”
I saw Y/N again fifteen minutes after our interaction. She was on the patio with Lucy, they were drinking sparkling water or something but my eyes were glued to hers. I could feel my heart thumping repeatedly and loudly as I feared myself being caught by her. I was behind the doorway from outside and stared at her face, she was beautiful. Endless and perfectly beautiful. She doesn’t laugh pretty often – usually, she just smiles and nods. But, I find it amusing the way that she smiles. I could feel my mouth curving a smile too whenever Lucy would tell her a nonsensical joke – Y/N laughed, but not too loudly. And when people started to monopolize my time, I began to waver my eyes from her.
I started to think about whether I was a pervert or not. I knew that Y/N was Lucy’s age, but I still had to really think about if I was being a creep. If I was going to be honest, after she went home that night – I searched for her name on social media and nothing popped up. Well, one account actually. But it was private. Then, I realized how much I was being a stalker so I stopped and continued on with my night. Maria slept beside me, but we never cuddled. I was faced at the wall and thought about Lucy’s friend all night. It was a lovely interaction.
The second time I saw her, was during this quiet summer in Italy that Maria planned. When we talked about the vacation, I was bolted with surprise and a seep of joy when she said Y/N was going. I remember vaguely well that I was in the bathroom, and couldn’t stop blushing from the fact that she was going to be with us for the whole month or something. But, I tried to stay normal and told her that it was a splendid idea.
But my fascination with her just grows whenever I see her in our little house at that time. I once helped her move this box of apricots inside her room and how much she thanked me for it. I sometimes brag about my durability whenever it comes to these things, I couldn’t help it. So, I smirked at her and said it wasn’t a huge problem. As I remember, I caught her blushing, and when that happened – my mind was swirling about her throughout my night of being in a separate room with Maria. I drank and thought of scenarios with her where I get to touch her hand for the first time or when I get to see her laugh at my stupid jokes. I was having a silly crush, and I was thirty-eight for Christ's sake.
But a crush wasn’t that harmful, right?
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In the heat of summer, somewhere in June, I was sitting on the same bench with Y/N – smoking cigarettes with each other. I offered her one, even though that was kind of a bad influence on me. But, she gladly took it and smoked with me for a while. We both talked about how beautiful Italy was and if there were any tourist spot to visit at. I told her not to visit those places because they were too overrated. Y/N would laugh and say that I was being picky, but I wasn’t. It was simply overrated.
“How long have you been married to Maria, if you don’t mind me asking?”
There was guilt in the pit of my stomach when she asked me that question. I could feel my face being pale, but it was not noticeable – thank god – and leaned against the back of the bench with a long sigh. I shook my head, threw the used cigarette on the ground, and turned my head to look at her. Bad mistake, she was intoxicating.
“Ever since Lucy was born,” I tell her, smiling. “Although we are going through some problems right now.”
Her body deflates – wishing that wasn’t her reaction – and slumped herself on the bench. She looks up and mutters, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.”
It was adorable when she asked me that, I couldn’t help it. The guilt was still there, but it slowly faded away when both of our hands were approximately near each other. With one little inch, I got to hold that hand for the first time. But, I maintained myself to be a good saint and responded with a kind tone.
“It’s okay, detka.”
I know I shouldn’t have called her that, but I was merely hoping she won’t understand what that word means. Maybe in the future, I’ll let her know. But for now – I just want to reminisce about this moment of us being in this scenery where we just don’t talk and enjoy each other’s company. I only knew her for a bit, but I could feel myself being closer to her. All the fucking time.
When evening occurred, Y/N and Lucy were setting the table while I was bringing out the steak that I had freshly cooked. Maria was still in the shower, which sometimes takes a while. And I was fine with that because I get to be a little closer to her while my wife is upstairs. I looked behind me and saw them talking, but I don’t know what the conversation was about. Neither the less, I didn’t want to intrude so I placed the steak in the middle of the table and made my way outside to get fresh red wine that was in the cooler.
Finally, after it seemed like forever, we were all at the table – talking. But, I wasn’t speaking a lot. Maria and Lucy were sharing this quiet place that we should all visit, but I didn’t want to go. I liked being at home where I could read my classic books and smoke a little but if Y/N was going, it might be a reconsideration.
“I’d love to go Mrs–I mean Maria,” Y/N says, correcting herself. She smiled sheepishly and took a mouthful of the steak inside her mouth, chewing it slowly. I hope she likes it, I just sort of want to impress her – god, what was wrong with me?
“It’s a lake,” Maria responded, drinking from her wine glass. “A small one. I think we should take a swim unless you and Lucy want to be alone.”
“Oh, I think we should all do it,” Lucy says, smiling brightly. “Mom, you should come this time. Please?”
I couldn’t say no to that, I wanted to spend more time with my daughter because I was so held back in work whenever she was alone for a while at that time. I get to spend time with Y/N too since she’ll be joining them. So, I nodded and smiled tightly.
“Sure,” I responded, wiping my mouth with the tissue that was on the table. I looked at Y/N with longing eyes and for some reason, she looked at me back with the same eyes I was giving her. Then, I realized I was blushing a little but never left my eyes on her. I added, “I hope I can find my swimming suit in the bag.”
The next day, we were at a small lake, swimming and drinking a nice cold soda. And throughout that day – my eyes and body were to Y/N. She looked beautiful in that one-piece red polka-dot swimsuit, I was stunned and mesmerized by her beauty. When she jumped and screamed, I swore to myself I’ll catch her; but it would be too obvious. Maria and Lucy would give me a skeptical eye, so I just stood there without even getting to hold her for once.
Maybe I was being a creep, although I never had those thoughts. I simply just wanted to hold her, maybe even peck her head if I was allowed. What was I thinking? It wouldn’t be okay to have that kind of action, she’ll seriously find me an awful individual. But, we’ve been having these longings and wanting stares that I’m convinced that she wants me.
I just need more time.
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It was the day before we got to go home where I was staring at her again. Although this time, she has caught me. We were in the kitchen while I was admiring her quietly. She was cutting the carrot, slowly. I can sense that she was not a cook since the way she cuts the carrots was too stiff and too slow – which was fine, she was still learning. I sighed, remembering that she was talking to this boy that I don’t even know who it was. Of course, I didn’t know him. Why would she share those things? Anyway, I was a little upset by it.
I knew it was wrong, but I just couldn’t help myself.
“You’re talking to a boy.”
She turned, looking at me curiously, and nodded – in an obvious matter. She responded quietly; almost timidly: “Oh.”
“Oh?”
Y/N nods again and chuckles, which makes my stomach turn into knots that were almost making me vomit. Was she even interested in this guy? Was he worth it? Thoughts of them dating and holding hands swirls in my head – to the point that I’m about to have a headache. I wasn’t possessive, I never was. But, she was special to me. For the past month, all I’ve done is just flirt with her in a joking matter and I think she knew that. Although, it would be too embarrassing if she said something aloud during that kind of conversation. So somehow – I was hoping she doesn’t understand my flirtations.
“Yeah um, I guess you could say that.”
I took a step closer to her until her back was pressed against the countertop while I caged her with both of my hands on her side. I looked down for a second, remaining my thoughts, and looked back up at her and whispered close that she could feel my warm breath.
“So, it’s a date?”
“I guess so.”
“You have to stop saying that,” I responded, feeling my voice a little deeper than before and clicking at the back of my teeth. I can see the way her body flinches, but my other hand was on her hips now – holding her steady. She knew my sudden action and bites down her bottom lip, which makes me even more insane because right now I want to kiss the fuck out of her. “Now tell me, are you?”
“I’m sorry but that’s none of your business.”
I pulled her in and our lips mashed together in such rhythms – like a melody. She sighs into our kiss and I hold her just there, tilting my head to get more access to her mouth and once I slipped my tongue inside of her, god I was in love. She was warm all over my tongue, I was utterly obsessed. I never knew a kiss like this would make me feel these thousands of feelings inside of me that want to be lashed out.
I pulled away and pressed my forehead against hers as I could hear Y/N panting and holding my wrist that was holding her cheek. I whispered, “Don’t go out with him.”
“Natasha–”
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I’ve met you,” I cut her off, feeling my voice trembling from the sudden confession. But, I was here. I needed to tell her how much she truly compels me, I wanted to love her. I wanted more from her. “You think this is wrong, right? Well, I don’t. I think it was destined for you to meet me as I was destined to meet you. You make me so fucking crazy, Y/N. It’s not about your looks, but how much you make me feel these types of things that I haven’t felt ever since I married Maria.”
She gulps, looking at me sincerely. “Is that how you really feel?”
“Yes.”
Maria and Lucy were currently at the seafood market and thank god for that because then, I get to kiss her with more passion and desire without even fearing that someone will catch us. This was adultery, I knew that. But my marriage is long gone. Way too gone before I even met Y/N. I held her lower back as I nip on her bottom lip, asking her silently to open her mouth. We kissed until we couldn’t breathe anymore.
For a few days, I’ve been sneaking inside her room and kissing her endlessly. I could remember her giggling, asking me to stop. And I would never do it anyway. We spent a few minutes cuddling, talking about if we wanted to go to the local’s site in Italy. But, I would deny it – because I knew better places than the local area. She would tease me and say: you are such a pooper and I would just kiss her to shut up. And when that ends, I would have to leave and be with my wife again.
It went on like that.
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“Do you really want to do this?”
We were alone for the whole night in my house, Lucy was sleeping back in her room while Maria was away from work. We were making out heavily on my bed where I accidentally touched her boobs without her permission. I almost freaked out because of it. I didn’t want her to feel like she was being forced. But gladly, she told me that it was fine and kept kissing my jaw.
“You’re all I think about when I have my first time,” Y/N whispered, almost making a moaning sound. Oh god, if she did that I might go crazy. I nodded, pressing my eyebrows together and bringing her body closer to me as my hips mingled with hers. I thrust upwards, watching her squirm and she did. I love it.
“Yeah?” I cooed.
“Yes,” she nods frantically, grabbing my hands that were on her chest, placing them on her heated core that I could feel. I groaned, closing my eyes as I fantasized about licking her folds up, making her crazy. “Please, take me.”
I took her as she wanted me to that night. I was so gentle with her, it was like taking care of a precious diamond that was so important, and she was that diamond. How much I loved it when she squeals my name or how her body was squirming underneath me. I couldn’t help myself but bite her neck, allowing myself to become obsessed with her aura. I was in love with her body, that way, especially since I was her first. I never want a man or a woman to take her away from me, I couldn’t bear to see it. She was my rose, my petal. I was her light, her path.
She panted under me and was squeezing my biceps when I made her come endlessly with three fingers inside of her swelling cunt. I was crying, happily. I never thought that making love to someone would be this special – after years of no sex. It felt like I was a whole new package once I gave myself to her, she ate me like a meal. I was clinging to her, my lips were all over her chest as my hands were palming her ass. We made love, I know we did. There was nothing that could change that.
“Natasha?” Y/N calls out my name in a whisper, her head on my chest while I dance my fingers around her back. I hummed, pecking her head and I held her closer to me. God, she was so warm.
“Yes, my love?”
“What happens next?”
My body shifted from her question and I could sense the guilt and panic that she was having. I held her chin up with my thumb and kissed her on the nose; smiling at her softly. She looked fragile and so small that I felt like I took advantage of her when clearly that wasn’t the case.
“You and me,” I hold her hand tightly, but not to the point where I was strangling it. I kissed her knuckles, closing my eyes. She smiled, almost in a giggling matter, and kissed my knuckles back. “They won’t have to know. It’ll be our own world, sweet girl. Okay?”
“Okay.” Y/N smiles again and gives me a peck on the lips which I gently took. We both made out for a while, our tongues dancing together with such a beautiful squelching sound until I had to pull away when it got too aggressive. She pouts her lips, making me let out a strangled giggle, and stared into her mystic eyes so deeply that I could get lost in them.
I whispered close, “Tell me you love me.”
Y/N takes a deep breath and responds with a croaked voice, “I love you.”
“Again.”
“I love you.”
It felt reassuring when she said those three simple words – yet so heavy and meaningful. I knew from the moment that she said those things to me that I was stuck. I couldn’t help but fall in love with her hopelessly. But, I also knew the consequences. At this point, I didn’t care. When she’s here, I feel alright. I’ll take care of her, I’ll prioritize her. She’s mine as I was hers.
“I love you more, I promise.”
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“She left.”
I knew that Y/N was leaving this evening. It was swelling inside my heart, breaking it until I may have lost my breath. Before she left – possible for good – we had a conversation. Well, more like an argument that ended very badly. She left me without looking back, telling me that she can’t ruin my family. I knew that, and I understood why. But I was hoping that maybe something inside of her would change her mind and just turn back.
She never did, she kept walking until I could no longer see her.
Being heartbroken by a teenage girl was childish and foolish. I knew better, I was an adult. She was a young and a beautiful adult, I was rotten. It helps me wonder if she ever wanted to just turn back and kiss me, make it work somehow. Although, I was not fond of the idea of long-distance relationships. But I was going to try for her, I wanted to do everything for her. Although she manipulates my time with my family, not in a bad way. This time, I had more time for Lucy. I wanted to give both of my favorite people so much that I could pull out my heart and give it to them.
“I hope she has a safe flight.” I replied, smoking in the midst of cold air on a dark evening. I turned my head, smiling at her – weakly – but it was not so vague. She smiled back and went back to her room, slamming the door shut.
I went back to my room and grabbed the nearest bottle of Jack Daniel’s and pour myself a glass that was already used. I drank from the rim of the glass, sighing painfully when I could remember her sweet voice that was ringing in the back of my head. Why on earth was I so dull about this? She’ll find someone else, she’ll love someone else.
I sat on the edge of the bed with a cigarette in between my fingers with a glass of whiskey on my head, swirling it with ease. I puffed out a thick cloud of smoke and sobbed violently. I haven’t cried like that in ages. The only time I cried was the time when Lucy got hurt in elementary school, where she got hurt from the ground – her knees swelling severely. I continued to sob until it became so hysterical that I had a feeling Lucy could hear it. Although, I didn’t care if she did. I had this emotion that was building inside of me that I could barely put into words.
“I love you more, I promise.” I whispered, my voice wavering and raspy as I continued to cry with agony and sorrow. “I swear, I love you more. You’re all I have…”
She was all I had. Lucy was enough for me, of course. But Y/N, she gave me that love that I always needed throughout my years of a fallen marriage. Whenever I would remember those glistening eyes, I could feel my heart thump in such joyfulness – until I remembered that she was gone. And then I realized how much stupidity I was feeling inside of me, it was creeping up until it hit my fucking skull.
After a couple of weeks, I’ve gotten worse. I didn’t go to work much, though that wasn’t a problem considering I only have to sign a few things and get a good amount of money from it. But, mostly – I’ve stayed in my big room where I imagine Y/N being in the same bed as me. I reminisce about the times when I would cuddle her, kissing her pretty head. She would giggle and tell me to stop, but I wouldn’t. Because you just don’t know when that’s going to stop and will never come back.
And then I realized how much more I needed from her.
“You have to tell me what’s going on, Natasha,” Maria was behind my back, her hands on her hips as she watched my fragile body heaving slowly. She sighs again, her fingertips pinching on her nose bridge. Adding, “You’ve been like this ever since–”
“I cheated on you.”
This made me turn around and look at her with tears in my red puffed eyes. I waited for her to react with anger or sadness, but nothing was showing up on her face – which was confusing me a little. Instead, she laughs audibly and nods; as if agreeing with my statement.
“I know, it’s with Y/N.”
Of course, she knew. Maria wasn’t stupid – in fact, she’s one of the smartest people I know. So, that relief of guilt washes out of my body and I could feel my body lifting again. I sighed with trembling breath and smiled defeatedly. I didn’t know what else to offer her, but a simple smile would be an apology; even though that was an ass move.
“I’m sorry,” I tell her, whispering with a broken chuckle, flopping my hands on the side of my thighs. “I–I wasn’t–I don’t know, I’m in love with her Maria.”
“I know.”
I shake my head, laughing but not in a fond way, and whisper with sadness in me: “She’s the love of my life, I plan to marry her.”
Maria chuckles this time and crosses her arms, looking at me with kind eyes. I didn’t know that she was being nice about the whole situation, maybe she has learned to accept the fate that was on hand. Besides, we fell out of love years ago – it was not going to hurt like a bitch. She said, “You got a ring?”
I nodded, smiling brightly but with tears. When Y/N left, I remember making my way to the jewelry store and buying a small diamond ring that wasn’t screaming for attention. I looked at it deeply and knew it was something she was going to love. And at that time, I didn’t plan where or how the proposal will go – but with this ring, I knew I was going to marry her.
“Yes,” I whispered, my eyes staring at the drawer with the box of the ring inside it. “I’m ready to propose to her when she comes back.”
Maria nodded and smiled at me – giving me a soft squeeze on the shoulder. I know that was a reassurance of good luck or I hope it’s the right decision. It was right, I knew it was right. So, I gave her that look that says: it was the right decision and watch her as she leaves the house – with Lucy screaming at me. I comforted her and told her how much I loved her mother, but it was never going to work again. She nodded and understood me, and kept hugging me until she fell asleep in my arms. In these little things, I knew everything would work out. I had hope and sanity for it.
I just have to wait for her.
Then, I took care of Lucy when Maria wasn't there. I would kiss her forehead goodnight as if she was a little girl again. Though, I treat her like one. Because sometimes, they should feel like a little kid once in a while. I was affectionate mother, but not as materialistic as Maria. And whenever Lucy would talk about Y/N, my heart would ache until I would go back to my room and cry at night.
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Dearest Y/N,
I love you. You’re my everything, I know you know that. We were together for so long but we were bound to be in this great guilt that was building inside of us. When I left the house because of our argument, I knew how much I was putting you in so much danger. Meaning, I know how depressed you are whenever we are together. I thought somehow that if we were together – for one last time, I could rest.
But it doesn’t work like that. We went through the same thing again, same guilt and same fights. You kept leaving me until I had myself crying on my knees, wondering how much I just wanted to run away with you. You know, when we were in Italy… it was the only time I was happy. I know how happy you are too. Remember when we talked about adopting a kid together? I kept dreaming about that. And whenever that would cross my mind, I couldn’t stop myself from blushing. I wanted everything with you, I wanted to be with you.
But we are dying, aren’t we – my love?
When I came back, you were smoking and I remember that we had a couple of cigarettes until you left for good. It’s been two years since I've seen you and now that you’re married – I just want to tell you how happy I am for you, Y/N. I know that you’re happier with Patrick, that sweet boy who took care of my girl when we both parted ways. I still envy him though.
I have been going on therapy, but it really doesn’t help me that much. Because no matter how much I vent to her, I could never get back to you. I could never hold you again or give you the sweetest kiss when you needed it. I miss you so much, I miss you. I love you. I love you. I love you. You’re my life, my everything. Why did you go? I hope you get to feel those emotions again, you know it’s alright if you can’t. You’re a normal person, Y/N. The most special one out there, if I’m being honest. And I hope Patrick makes you special because you are my sweet girl.
Here’s the ring that I was going to give you. I planned to propose to you in Italy, but we were so caught up in how much time we lost so much time with each other. I planned so much but never did it. So please, take this ring and become my wife in another universe or whatever world we are in. I know that you’re happy, and I need to be happy too. Even though, it will never be you.
You’re my wife in my dreams, but a stranger in reality. Please, take care of yourself. I love you, Y/N. My sweet girl, my only world.
- Natasha.
PS: I love you more, I promise.
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