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#listen i love this woman with my heart SHE'S NEVER DONE ANYTHING WRONG IN HER LIFE SHE--
giodoodless · 1 year
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The fact that Shuri tried everything to be peaceful and respectful towards Namor and his story, his side, and how even though she had many reasons to suspect and not let him have her and Riri, she still asked to be taken to him, listened and opened up with him, watched Talokan in awe, said she admired the way he protected his people and everything he built, but still could not go with his plans.
honestly SHE >>>
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This Love
Pairing: Azriel x Reader
Summary: Azriel would set the world on fire if it that’s what it took for his mate believe she deserves his love
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Warnings: None
Notes: Hiii! This is my first ACOTAR fic on tumblr! Az is my man my man my mannnn and I just love thinking about him. Here’s a little something that came to mind when I was listening to “This Love” by Taylor Swift
Image Credit: “This Love” Taylor’s Version lyric video
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Azriel sat hunched over in the plush velvet chair in Rhysand’s office. His elbows dug into his strong thighs as he clasped his hands together, focusing on the slow, mindless movement of his thumb over the ball of his knuckle.
“I think the Cauldron got it wrong.”
“Bullshit,” Cassian asserted eloquently.
“The Cauldron doesn’t simply ‘get things wrong’,” Rhysand said softly from where he leaned against the front of his desk, arms crossed contemplatively over his chest. Cassian, lounging in the chair across from Azriel, threw his hands in the air.
“It takes longer for some people than others, you know.”
“I knew far before Feyre did,” Rhysand supplemented.
“Anyone with eyes can tell how she feels about you. It’s beyond me you don’t see the way she looks at you, brother.”
Azriel was at a loss. Pining after the same woman for decades proved brutal on the heart. Downright treacherous, really, considering he felt the mating bond snap a long time ago and she had given almost no indication she felt anything of the like.
He knew she liked him in the way a person “likes” their best friend who knows them inside out, has been with them through every insignificant or life-altering moment, and embraces every part of them– even the messy bits. No, Azriel had no doubt in his mind that she loved him. She’d said as much multiple times, which left him feeling even more confused.
He didn’t want to push her for fear of ruining what they already had. Things were good, he’d even go so far as to say things were perfect between the two of them. He knew he wasn’t a knight in shining armor, the picture of good, and there were many things he’d done wrong to get to where he is today. Still, she was the one thing he did right. The best part about his life. Whether she knew it or not, it was his truth and he swore if it came down to it, he’d stand to do right by her before Prythian.
“She just has everything together. I don’t want to take up space in a life where she has everything figured out. We are in good places in each other's lives. I would hate to pressure her to change any of it for me.”
“You say that as if you'd be ruining her life,” Cassian’s anger simmered to a sadness. “She’d never think that.”
“And what about you?” Rhysand interjected. “You’re breaking your own heart waiting for her to feel the bond snap. Maybe you need to help her on.”
“I would never put her on the spot like that.”
“I wasn’t suggesting–”
“What if she’d rejected the bond somehow?” Azriel stood up, legs suddenly overcome with the sensation of a thousand little fire ants devouring his skin.
“Now you’re just making shit up.” Cassian huffed, returning to anger.
“How else can any of this be possible? How can she be so oblivious?”
“There is one way,” Rhys offered, suddenly solemn.
Azriel and Cassian looked to their brother expectantly. Azriel felt his heart hammer against his chest in anticipation. A reason was good. A reason was a start. A reason meant that there was a way out of this purgatory he found himself in.
“I read it in one of Amren’s books a long time ago,” Rhys locked eyes with Azriel. “When the mating bond has snapped into place for one of the fae in the pair and the other has absolutely no indication of it, usually it is a sign that they are not looking for a mating bond at all.”
“A lot of people don’t go looking for it,” Cassian reasoned. “I myself was more of the let-it-happen-when-it-will type.”
“Not looking for it in the sense that they don’t believe they deserve it. In the way that perhaps it's simply not meant for them.”
Silence fell over the three males. Azriel felt his heart shatter, pieces of it falling deep into his gut, turning it over and making him uneasy.
“If anyone doesn’t deserve this it’s me.” Azriel whispered.
“Don’t,” Cassian warned.
Rhys continued softly. “When they believe that, they inadvertently shield themselves from feeling anything… including a bond even if it does exist. A defense mechanism of sorts.”
The body protecting itself from heartbreak so painful that it registered it as a physical ailment. Azriel was going to be sick.
He couldn’t believe the love of his life felt that way. He wondered for how long she’d lived with such a belief, how long she’d been giving him her love while accepting none of his. He wanted to tear down the mountains around Velaris, move them, raise them, turn them to dust, anything he could manage to get her to believe him when he told her he loved her.
He barely felt he deserved her at all. It made him queasy with devotion and grief that she loved him enough to ever think she was the undeserving one.
Azriel was so far past worrying that she did not feel the mating bond anymore. All he cared about was making sure she knew she was loved by him in a way that brought him to his knees.
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Her second favorite part of the year after Winter Solstice: Starfall.
Elaine spent most of the day in the kitchen with Nuala and Cerridwen. Mor, Feyre, Nesta sat on her bed, lounging on the expansive mattress before it was time to get ready for the party.
While everyone else had their dresses picked out, she was still between options.
“Okay, option one.” She stepped out from behind the dressing screen, twirling dramatically in a golden trumpet dress that shimmered like woven sunlight.
Mor howled and Nesta smirked in satisfaction.
She turned to look into the mirror and study her body. She felt her heart palpitate as her mind immediately dared to wonder what Azriel would think. Would he like it? She shook my head quickly to clear the thoughts. It didn’t matter what he thought anyway.
Feyre sat back, tilting her head with a look in her eyes she couldn’t quite place. “It’s not bad. I caught a glimpse of the other gown earlier…” The ends of her mouth curled upwards.
The second dress was her personal favorite too. A silk, dark navy sheath that hung from her curves elegantly. It shimmered of silver and lavender under the light like the stars had been gathered from the sky and threaded into the material, one by one.
“Yes.” All three chanted at the same time as soon as she walked out again, clad in the dress that looked like it had been made only for her. There was no room for theatrics as her best friends gazed approvingly.
She did not need to look in the mirror to know this is the dress she wanted to wear. After all, she loved the color blue.
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The rest of the girls got ready before she did. She went back and forth on hairstyles and makeup multiple times. Nuala and Cerridwen were more than patient, as were her friends who all waited downstairs for her before they’d leave for the House of Wind together.
“This is as good as it will get, I suppose,” She looked in the mirror one final time before descending the stairs that led to the living room below.
As soon as she neared the middle of the stairs, a shadow slipped around her ankle and up her bare arm, sending goosebumps in its wake. It slipped back down her arms gently, like a lover’s admiring touch, and down the stairs again.
Azriel was the first to turn. His senses were always tuned to her without his knowledge or deliberate effort. Her presence was like a beacon in his darkness. A lighthouse to his boat on treacherous waters. He could sense her in a crowded room in a heartbeat just by the way his heart would pound and his skin would warm.
Their eyes locked and he felt a pull in his chest. Almost with a start, he realized it wasn’t even the mating bond, though it also hummed within him. Even despite the mating bond, tender yearning filled his chest at the sight of her standing at the bottom of the stairs now. Pure love. The Cauldron blessed him this one time, perhaps the only time it ever would, giving him the mate it did. Yet he knew, especially in that moment as he drank in the sight of her glowing skin, shy smile, and deep eyes, he would love her even if they were not bound together in this way. He knew he’d choose her over and over and over again. He’d give anything to have her look at him the way she was right now, forever.
Still, Azriel’s heart wrenched as he recalled why she couldn’t feel the mating bond– this thing that crooned and moaned, twisted and sung, wrenched and wrested to be felt by the only other person in the world who it belonged to, not understanding why it hit a wall everytime it tried to reach out to its other half. His other half.
Something like pride came over Azriel as he noticed everyone else stop and stare. Their friends welcomed her with hugs and kisses and compliments and he watched her be loved and by all of their friends. He wanted to say something as their eyes met again. What would he say first? Azriel had a waterfall of words teetering at the tip of his tongue, flowing straight from the pits of his heart, but supposed telling her she was beautiful was a good start.
But before he could say anything, Mor gathered her and Elaine into her arms before winnowing them to the House. Feyre, Nesta, and Amren followed them a second later.
Cassian clapped Azriel on the shoulder, a rare, soft smile on his lips. “Don’t waste another day, brother.”
With Varian uncomfortably nestled in Cassian arms, they were off to the House too.
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The celebration was grand as usual. Food and drink flowed from every corner of the room and everyone danced without a second to rest.
He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She danced with her friends for the longest time; Mor swirled her around the room and Nesta challenged her to keep up.
He stayed within the chattering crowd that boxed in the dance floor, sipping mulled wine and adjusting a fine thread on his jacket every now and again.
She excused herself from Nesta’s ceaseless dancing for some air. Her face was flushed, body warm, but she was happy. Once she reached the doors to the balcony and closed them behind her, she reveled in the immediate silence that followed.
The night air was cool on her flushed skin, the wind a caressing and most welcome touch.
A few minutes later, she heard the balcony door open behind her. Of course she didn’t need to turn around to see who it was. It was the only person that would follow her anywhere, no questions asked.
“Are you quite parched, yet?”
She turned around to find Azriel standing there, tall, broad, and beautiful, with two glasses of mulled wine.
“Quite.” She affirmed with a smile. He walked toward her until they were elbow to elbow, as close as he dared, before handing her the glass. She proposed they toasted to the spirits, who would begin their migration soon, for a safe journey. He obliged.
They sipped their wine in a comfortable silence. Any minute now the show would begin and everyone would move to the main balcony to watch and continue their dancing. This smaller balcony was perfect for just the two of them.
“You look beautiful tonight.” Azriel said as he did not bother to observe the first few stars that crossed the sky in glittery streaks of silver and gold. Next to her, everything else paled in comparison.
Her heart trembled at the compliment. It wasn’t the first compliment he’d given her, far from it, but coming from him they always meant so much.
With the wine in her system, accompanied with whatever was in Cassian’s flask when it was offered to her an hour ago, she said. “I wore this dress for you.”
The choice of color was not lost on him. The next few stars that soared across the sky caused his inky blue siphons to glisten in their glittery light. A perfect match to her silk.
“It suits you.” Azriel hated that his heart was hammering like this. He felt the love in his chest hum like a magnet, the bond snap like a rubber band against his lungs, stealing their air.
She didn’t say anything, only turned to look at him and he did not back away from her eye contact. Only returned it with such intensity that they now spoke with their eyes, a conversation that could never be expressed with mere words, an exchange between soulmates that remained only between them, not even the sky and stars privy to those thoughts.
Before his mind could refuse or reason with him, he closed the gap between the two of them, taking her elbow in his large hands. She allowed him to guide her to his strong body, eager to follow his lead.
His hands dropped to her waist, a respectable distance above her hips, though she would be pleased if he dared to go lower.
“I think about you all the time.” He spoke softly as he drew her as close as she could get. Their bodies were touching, and she was sure he could feel her heart hammering like a bird trying to take flight in a locked cage.
“You don’t,” She whispered as the stars began to rain across the sky in glimmering streams of light. Her mind screamed at her to pull away, to stop before she made a fool of herself. But her body forced her to stay put, to soak in his warmth, the feeling of him against her, to allow herself to indulge in this.
“I do.” His voice was strong, tone resolute. He held her gaze. “I would never lie. Not to you. You are the one thing in my life I would spend the rest of my immortality living for. You’ve captivated me since the moment I met you and if it takes the rest of my life to prove it, I would gladly call it my life’s work. I can’t keep this from you any longer. If that makes me selfish…”
She reached her hand out to cup his jaw. He leaned into it immediately. Her touch was soft against his face and he thought about how nice it would be to stay like this forever.
Starfall was in full effect. Music and laughter from the other balcony was but a distant, muffled, chorus to him and he watched the shine of the raining stars reflect off of her eyes and skin. Like a work of art, he observed. My mate, my mate, my mate, his insides thrummed.
He couldn’t take it any longer. He understood the look in her eyes, the silent permission, the mutual yearning. In an act of mercy, blessing, and loss of control, he slanted his lips over hers, dropping his hands lower on her waist, shifting one to her lower back to support how flush to his body he held her.
She wrapped his arms around his neck, damning the voices in her head telling her none of this was real, that he’d regret it and take it all back in the morning. Deep down she knew even if other men would, Azriel would never. She gave into him, leaned into him, let him in everywhere he demanded it.
She didn’t think about how long she spent in his arms, connected to him like this. Her breath hitched as he felt her squeeze her waist and use the hand that was at the small of her back to travel upward caressingly, taking his time to feel her skin, the dips and planes of her body through the silk, to rest at the back of her neck.
Azriel was so wholly in love he didn’t even have to think about his next move or any kind of thought. Being with her was natural, like second nature.
She pulled away just long enough to breathe, caressing his swollen bottom lip with her thumb as she moved to hold his jaw. He smiled drunkenly at her, watching as she blushed and indulged herself in the feel of his face.
As the stars rained over Velaris in glittering dashes across the perfect canvas of the night sky, she stood with Azriel, holding him as he held her, suddenly keenly aware of what it felt like to be loved by him.
Azriel’s eyes softened in realization, relief, as he felt the hum of the bond break through his chest for the first time in decades. It extended outward freely, like a bird let loose, soaring like the stars in the sky to meet its other half.
She gasped softly as she felt a snap in her chest. A snap that realigned worlds, parted clouds, mended something broken, that marked a shift in time.
She understood.
“Az…” she whispered, almost wanting to not believe it.
He nodded, letting her feel his touch as she worked through the new emotions.
“How long have you known?” She brought her arms down from his neck to hold his hands. His bigger palms enveloped hers easily, warm and strong. Sure.
“Decades.” He shook his head slightly as if it was common sense he’d been in love with her for so long, refusing to break eye contact with her.
“And all this time… you waited? You never– I never thought…”
“I can’t think of anything else I’d want to spend my entire life loving.” He swept a lock of her hair behind her ear to see her better. To remind himself this wasn’t a dream, not this time.
She allowed Azriel to pull her in again, savoring the way his lips tasted, how soft they felt, the way he held her like she’d vanish if he even lifted a finger. It was a grasp that made her want for nothing anymore. Everything she wanted was right here.
“It seems,” she breathed, slightly out of breath after they pulled away again. “I’ve kept you waiting for quite some time.”
“I’d wait any amount of time for you.” He murmured, running his thumb back and forth over the nape of her neck. “I’d do anything.”
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imtryingbuck · 5 months
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Pebbles
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~ gif not mine credit to owner ~
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader
Summary: you tell Nat something (great at summaries I know)
Word count: 842
Warnings: angst with fluff. mentions of cheating (readers ex) Nat being in love with reader. pregnancy. protective avengers. heavy use of pet names 
Translation: любит - loves (if wrong let me know please)
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Running all the way to Nat’s room, managing to slip past everyone who tries to get a hold of you, concern filling their eyes.
All you need is Nat. Nat will make everything better, you was sure of it.
Knocking on the door to her room you bounce on your heels for her to hurry up and answer.
You was about to knock again when her door answered.
“Y-Y/n, what’s happened? Come here”
“I need to tell you something”
“Anything baby you know this”. She says as she moves the hair away from your face.
 "I know I could trust you so I came here." You say with tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Sweetheart you can, please finish what you were saying”. Nat’s heart breaks at the sight of your tears, wishing she could stop them from falling.
“Adam’s-“ Nat’s jaw clenched at the name of your ex who stupidly let go of the best thing he was ever going to have in his worthless life “new girlfriend messaged me saying that her and him were sleeping together for two months before I walked in on them, an-and she said its my fault that they keep arguing. Natty I’ve n-not done anythi-anything wr-wr-wr-“
“Baby breathe, oh Y/n breathe with me” Even with her green eyes focused on your trembling body she could see your twos friends at the door. She could feel the anger coming from them.
They’ve known you for as long as they’ve known Pepper, her being your auntie who’s raised you since you were a kid, introduced you to everyone. Straight away after Nat met you she had a crush and everyone knew it, even Pepper. She was devastated when she found out you had a boyfriend. 
“I-I’m so-sorry Natty”
“No printsessa don’t apologise, its not your fault”
“Sh-she said he knows about Pebbles b-but Natty she called Pebble a bast-“
“It’s okay baby, it’s going to be alri-“
“What if he tries to take Pebble away from us?”
She smirked, silently daring him to take their Pebbles away from them. Just so she could finally do what she promised you she wouldn’t do.
Natasha had found you crying in your room that Tony had given you for whenever you wanted to stay at the tower. You told her that you had walked in on Adam having sex with a woman in your bed, and then you dropped another bomb on her. You was pregnant. You had found out a week before, you hadn’t gotten around to tell him as you was still working on the gift you was going to give him.
Angry Nat scared a lot of people, Nat on a war path? terrified everyone including the Avengers.
Her heart and mind were at loggerheads with what you had just told her. Her heart told her hold you tight and reassure you everything was going to be okay. Her mind went straight to murder.
Reluctantly she listened to her heart, holding you long after you pasted out. Whispering promises that she’ll help you raise the baby.
It had been two months since she gained the courage to ask you out, and as the weeks go by during your pregnancy she reminds you that she’s here and she’s never leaving her любит. 
Everyone closest to you didn’t bat an eye or care that she was willing to help you raise a baby that wasn’t biologically hers because to them Pebbles - the name given by Morgan - was Natasha’s, no matter what.
And if your ex wanted to try and take the baby it would be the most dumbest thing he would ever do. They will protect their family at all cost.
“He’s not going to angel I promise!” Nat says as she holds you tighter.
“He’ll have to get through all of us first sweet girl” Tony says as he comes in to the room, followed by the rest.
“When did she send you the messages Y/n/n?” Wanda questions.
Pulling away from Nat you looked down at your small bump “two weeks ago-I’m so sorry Natty”
“It’s okay, but why didn’t you tell me love?”
“I thought I could handle it myself, i didn’t reply to anything she said thinking she would just leave me alone but she won’t” You rub your eyes with the back of your hand, causing Nat to pull your hand away.
“You’re so tired aren’t you?” She watches as you nod, yawing at the same time “come, let’s get you into bed okay baby?”
“B-but his girlf-“
“I’ll deal with it, I promise. Now please sleep. I love you”.
“I love you too Natty” you mumble and as soon as your head hits the pillow, you’re in dreamland.
Nat kept her promise by dealing with your exes girlfriend, no more messages were sent to you and Adam didn’t try and take Pebbles away.
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Giving birth to a healthy baby girl, Nat continued to keep her promise by sticking by you.
Alisa Pebbles Romanoff was truly spoilt by both of her mamas.
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alkivm · 7 months
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A life of sins was ahead of you and you know it, for you felt like a total slut. For Sam Carpenter, however, you would be a slut without question and would come to your knees to ask for repentance later. As many times as it was necessary.
Content Warnings: G!P Sam, Fem!Reader, Dom!Sam, Sub!Reader. Religious themes (and a lot of sin), Priestess!Reader. Public-ish Sex, barely mentioned cheating, factually wrong stuff for the sake of the plot, and EXPLICIT descriptions. Summary:  Sam Carpenter has come in to confess her sins, but you cannot help yourself when she begins talking. Word Count: 5.4k A/N: My return to smut had to be made with this. My first work for Sam, please enjoy it dearly.
Tag: @wandagcre I have done my part for the G!P Sam lovers, I'm a woman of my word. And for the anons that asked, I dedicate this to you.
As a priestess, you knew more about the wrath of the heavenly god than anything in the world. But as a woman, you knew about the frustration of being chaste for a long time. Your dark, ethereal robe of a priestess stalked across the polished floors of the church, the house of god, as you hid your desperation within yourself to continue your day onward – for the sake and for the service of others. But just as the hour was late and the church was desolate, just when you were about to turn off that light that lit the confessional booth, you heard the stomping footsteps of someone on the other side of the box. They entered the confined space, shakily sighed and hesitated for a moment.
“Do not fear, I am here to listen,” you softly spoke from your side of the booth, hoping the soothing words wafted to that other side where the anonymous person stood. 
The voice that came out of the other side petrified you with its sweetness, its sensual quality that made your heart dance as you heard it. It was a woman, a woman that sounded like she had it all together and figured out (somewhat… familiar as well?), but she confessed to feeling the darkness surrounding her. Out of her came a noble plight for forgiveness for what she had committed, something unspeakable that she could not confess. Something she felt she could not name.
You rubbed your cheek at this predicament before you, feeling the coldness of your ring that brought the memories of a bitter argument that happened just before you entered the church.  “You are free to confess however you want, my child,” you tried, intrigued by this mysterious woman on the other side. 
The woman sighed, that much you could hear, then you heard shuffling and movement. But no doors, no chair moving back, nothing to indicate that the person was gone. Then, the voice came back but rather than confessing more, she asked a pointed question.
“Mother, can I trust you to fully confess my sins?”
And your response was compassionate and filled with love. “Absolutely.”
What she confessed was not what you expected. The woman, so sensual sounding, harbored a deep regret for carrying the blood of an entire family in her hands. And that was terrifying to her as much as it was to you, but she sounded so sincere in her fear and repentance that you were strangely assured that this, this regret, was enough to set her heart to the right path. You quietly listened as she continued to talk and pour the feelings she was never able to properly convey with anyone.
And you understood her, and you accepted her.
Maybe because the love of god was powerful and his plan for everyone may look very strange, but you had faith in this woman to overcome her darkness.
But let us not fool ourselves, you also enjoyed hearing her speak. Your dirty little mind reeled at the sound of her voice when she began to whisper, when she had calmed down and thanked you for listening to her predicament. It was a tantalizing voice that clouded your judgment. It was a voice… that you felt was about to change you.
A change that came around three weeks later.
The days went by and dragged on just like your dark, empyreal coat stalked above the same polished floor of the same old church. The same old walls and the same old stained glass that portrayed divinity. The house of God, the house of chastity, the house of drowning your desires. The ring in your finger carried a heavier weight than last time you spoke to the mysterious woman, like it was charged with the pent up energy you hid behind your coat. The watchful eye of God (or even the visitors of the church) observed the furrow in your brow that seemed permanent at this point, inquisitive about what troubled you while you helped everyone around you.
The church was desolate again, charged with tense air as you felt it waft out of you and dance across the rest of the celestial space. The confessional booth felt hotter, your robe felt tighter in your body than ever before despite you fitting it exactly the same just hours ago. The light above you and in the booth in front of you taunted you with extra heat, you were two steps away from turning off. Until it happened.
Those once angry and desperate stomping steps had transformed to an easier, stealthier walk. The door, the chair, the shuffling. Then the voice.
“Priestess?” That ambrosial voice called softly, a whisper that was afraid of disturbing the sleeping angels, indeed. “Bless me, mother. For I have sinned.”
You could feel your hand nearly clawing the wood as you heard it. “What is it, my child?”
There was an ounce of hesitation and you could feel it from your side of the booth; the wait made your heart skip a beat in anticipation, like you were about to witness the thrilling life of someone who interested you.
“I must confess, I have been bad,” she didn’t sound so desperate, nor was she pleading. She said it with normalcy, but a touch of confusion permeated her tone. “But I have not yet sinned the way you think.”
You raised your eyebrows in amusement, but you, too, were partly confused. “What do you mean, my child?”
“I have lust, but it is not a lust for blood. I have not felt that since I confessed,” that was a relief, but you leaned closer to hear it well, interest fully piqued. “But I cannot get rid of this lust.”
You gulped, suddenly feeling your predicament mirrored in someone else’s body. “Carnal lust?”
“Yes,” she admitted immediately. “I can’t understand it, it takes over my whole body and it plagues my thoughts. It demands my attention.”
And you have never felt so seen in your life. You crossed your legs and clenched your fist, trying to keep your composure. “It distracts you from your daily routine, doesn’t it?” Unintentionally, you had poured a bit of yourself in there.
“Yeah,” the woman sighed, but she did not continue, perhaps unsure of how to proceed.
But you didn’t want her to stop talking. Your mouth spoke for you, from the heart, not from reason.
“I understand what you feel. It feels overwhelming, an itch you want to scratch.”
You could feel the nodding on the other side.
“But I ask, can you not release your pent-up energy?”
“I can’t,” the woman sighed. “I feel I am not allowed to enjoy it, to seek partnership.” There was a pause, a deep breath in and out. “I don’t feel like I get to enjoy that, I fear that history may repeat itself. Mother, I am a monster.”
“You are not a monster,” you said with a hand in your chest, feeling moved. But above all else, feeling somewhat represented. This was the moment you were supposed to chastise the stranger for even thinking about carnal desires, but the truth was that you could not do so. You could not bring yourself to even utter the words that you were taught to say – nay, that you were FORCED to say under the pressure of the watchful God.
You could not say it.
“It feels that way, mother.”
You gulped, trying to shove yourself into reprimanding her. The heat of the lightbulb, the tension in the air, it was all so suffocating.
So you failed.
“I, too, suffer from those carnal needs,” you confessed now. “I know the look of monsters when I hear one, but if I am revered and respected with these thoughts in my mind, what tells you that you cannot?”
Then there was silence, charged with such tension that it electrified you.
“We are but flesh, tempted by our own configuration. It’s okay to feel it,” you consoled her, yet it felt like a consolation for you. 
There was a moment of silence as it sunk into you that you’ve just blurted out a personal belief above God’s words, and you were horrified for a second before she spoke again.
“Your voice… it’s soothing.”
Out of left field, yet very welcomed. It grabbed you off base, but you did your best to recover. “I could say the same about your voice. It’s very… attractive,” you blurted out without thinking.
“Really?” The stranger asked, the smile on her lips evident by just the sound.
“Yeah, really,” your formality stripped away, torn down like your defensive walls around your heart and composure. “I like hearing it, I enjoy it.”
You heard that chuckle, a chuckle that felt so friendly and welcoming. But she did not speak more. After a significant silence, stuffed with anticipation and tension, the woman on the other side merely responded in a hushed whisper. “Thank you, mother…”
Then, you heard that chair shuffling back, the legs scratching the floor of the booth and you instantly knew this woman was about to leave you.
You have no idea what had compelled you to do such a bold move forward, but you know that you did it. Like the force of something greater than you overtook you and you hastily opened your door, emerging from your side of the booth and nearly running out of it.
You and the stranger stopped dead in your tracks the moment you saw each other. You recognized that woman, those expressive round eyes, a wonderful brown color that always appealed to you, thick eyebrows that attracted your attention the moment you laid eyes on them many years ago… but what was different was the stature of the woman, who had grown strong and tall. The woman you saw in the news that you thought, for a second, could not be the same classmate of yours.
The woman who had asked for forgiveness, who had just confessed to being in need… was the one that got away in High School. A love lost to time and circumstances, something that just could not happen. God knows why, god knows why.
“Sam?” You asked, feeling your heart already skipping a bit. You did not need to ask, for you knew this woman and you recognized her like the way your body recognized her voice before you even mentally made the connection. 
Sam, too, had the realization, drawing a deep breath in, conflicted and confused. “It’s… you.”
The reverential robes of the Priest gave you such an authority over the not-so-stranger, but you felt like a hungry animal just the same as she was. The hierarchy of your title did not exist, for you and Sam were on equal footing.
You have no idea who made the first move, nor did you care. All you knew now is that you both had succumbed to your wicked desires behind the closed door of the booth, melting into each other’s lips and hungrily devouring one another. A kiss outside of your marriage, the coldness of the wedding band caressing Sam’s jawline as you caressed her warm skin, feeling her pull you closer to her body by your waist. And just like so many years ago, you felt that strong body against yours, and that tantalizing bulge, soft but already taking over your mind.
Not entirely yet, for the only thought that crossed your mind coherently at that moment was:
Heaven is not made out of sinners… but paradise to you, has never been guaranteed.
Then you felt Sam’s strong hands going down to your rear, boldly grabbing and pulling you as close as she could pull you – not hesitant, not doubting it for a second. Such a contrast from your partner, who in turn never took a risk like this. Thrill slowly started to fill your veins, your heart beating faster as you felt that sweet moan come out of Sam’s lips as she pushed you against the wall. Her strong body trapped you, pushed you and forbid some of your movement, but that was so exhilarating and you did not protest it. Just like you did not protest the way she got rid of your robe and tossed it to the lonely wooden chair, dexterous fingers multi-tasking as she now let her tongue explore yours so carnally and hungrily, without a care in the world. An ambrosial feeling that had you electrified from head to toe, something you didn’t want to end, but you pulled a stop to for the sake of breathing. The moment you two pulled away, you stared into each other’s eyes and read the same thing.
Undeniable desire, and unstoppable lust.
Before Sam could even begin to second guess, you helped her out of her jacket, noting the muscles in her arm. You wanted to eagerly continue getting rid of things, but you had to stop and run your hands through those biceps, longingly squeezing them, admiring them. She understood you. Without a word spoken to each other, she flexed her bicep for you to touch ‘till your heart felt content, letting a soft whimper escape her lips when you traced your fingertips across her skin ever so gracefully.  That whimper was so intoxicating, it drove you mad.
Good god almighty, you were trembling for this woman.
And Sam was trembling for you, taking the bold lead once again as she unbuttoned your shirt and opened it, lips instantly attacking your neck with fervid kisses. Kisses that, one after the other, were filled with passion. Sam savored the taste of you, she licked and nibbled your skin ever so tactfully; her hands caressing your tummy and traveling up to your breast. Greedily she squeezed them, and she grunted against your skin as she did. You could tell then that she truly had not touched a woman for such a long time. Yes, it was indeed evident by the way her fingers felt so possessive when they touched you, by the way she played with your clothed breast so enthusiastically for that brief moment, moaning against your neck and relishing in the moans that dared escape your own mouth. Then, she pulled away, looking into your eyes with those helplessly needy eyes. She leaned in but stopped herself short, brushing her nose so tenderly against yours – an oddly tender moment in the midst of all the passion, like some of that fondness from many years ago had seeped through this moment of pure carnality.
“Sam,” you softly whispered, almost breathless. “Please, keep going.”
“Baby.” Sam merely said at first in a husky voice. That made your heart flutter. The nickname she had given you in High School, the name she whispered in your ear to calm you down when you were stressed. A nickname you hadn’t forgotten and neither had she. Sam paused for a moment, her hands dropping from your breast down to your hips. You cupped her cheeks, a thumb brushing her tender skin as she worked up the courage to continue. “I need you, I don’t want to stop.”
It had dawned on you for a moment that maybe Sam had also noticed the ring in your finger, but dared not to speak out loud about it. Was she afraid she would ruin the moment? Maybe she was afraid you would come to your senses quicker? 
Your response has never been more certain. “Don’t stop, I want you.”
And so she did not hesitate.
With her hands firmly grasping your hips in place, Sam hungrily pushed her bulge against your clothed pussy. That drew an instant wild moan out of you, one that you couldn’t even think to stop. By the gods, you could feel her pulsing, you could feel her having grown hard by merely kissing you. If you concentrated, you could almost feel the throbbing. A warm wave of arousal washed over you, like a new spurt of energy – a new level of sensitivity almost. You let Sam do as her wild heart desired, wrapping your arms around her neck and spreading your legs a bit as she pushed you against the wall again. 
Sam rubbed her hard bulge against you with such agonizingly slow pace that you could feel yourself tensing your muscles in anticipation. You truly could melt into her strong body as she continued to almost tease you with such an exquisite feeling. It was restrained, caged by fabric and yet it brought you immense pleasure to just feel it brush against you, feeling it press against your clit and preparing you for what was to come.
It was the mere insinuation that Sam wanted to drive you crazy that made you hold onto her hair, grabbing a fistful of those silky smooth tresses with one hand and balling your fist with her tank top on the other. You held for dear life, like she was all you believed in in the world.
Sam’s cheek flushed a deep red, yours too, and the sensitivity was starting to make you and her moan together – but the fiery passion behind Sam’s eyes told you that she was growing way too needy for this tease.
You were never so bold before in your life, and you wish you would’ve been bolder back then. But you wouldn’t let that repeat itself.
You said – no, demanded – plain and simple. “I need to suck your cock.”
Sam was taken aback, but pleasantly so.
Now, Sam’s back was against the wall, hips pushed forward as you undid the zipper and button of her jeans. Jeans that fitted her muscular legs so well, so snuggly, like tailored to accentuate her every attribute. Sam’s hand slowly fished out her cock, like she wasn’t about to lose her mind with arousal, but once it was finally out, you could see it was hard but not totally. It wiggled a little, it needed extra care.
On your knees, you knew nothing more than to please Sam.
Your hand wrapped itself around the shaft, lavishing the sensation of her warm, throbbing cock against your digits, admiring the look of it. It was so girthy and heavy in your hands, uncut and already leaking that tantalizing lubricant from the tip. God, that bulbous tip was clamoring for you to kiss it already, and those balls… so thick, so full, like Sam hadn’t had a proper release in so long. After your ogling finished, you didn’t waste a second in kissing the underside tissue of that cock, that sensitive spot that instantly had Sam tensing and moaning out loud. Then you gave open mouthed kisses along the shaft, going down its length and tasting every delicious inch. Sam appreciated that care, that sensual slowness, a strong, veiny hand placing itself on top of your head. Her fingers affectionately ruffled your hair, caressed your scalp, and followed your movement as you covered every inch of her girth with passionate kisses. Then, you wrapped your lips around that soft tip.
Sam gasped at the feeling, holding her breath.
Then you slid it into your mouth, sucking it in slowly. A long, drawn out moan came out of Sam, so reckless that it vibrated on the booth’s wall and nearly echoed outside of it. You took the first inch into your mouth, then bobbing your head back and letting it slip past your hungry lips, letting Sam see your saliva covering part of it. Then you brought it back into your mouth again, but this time bobbed your head back and forth along the length – as much as you could take it in. You were not an expert, but you were so needy and hungry that you did as you always dreamed of doing. So far, it worked perfectly. The way it felt in your mouth, the way it almost felt intrusive but so delicious, kept you going, and those moans encouraged you further. Whimpers, moans and out right profanities left Sam’s mouth as she felt the pleasure she had ran away from for such a long time. Your hands sought Sam’s thighs, holding steady as you continued to work more and more of that cock into your mouth, feeling Sam’s girth subtly get harder inside your mouth, pushing your walls ever so subtly, her veins ever more prominent.
You pulled away for a moment to catch your breath, seeing how much you progressed around that cock. God, it looked so hard now, the tip was redder and you could see it throb more noticeably now. You looked up at Sam, seeing her smile briefly as she caressed your face. “You’re doing so good, baby. Please don’t stop now.”
With that encouragement, you took the beast right into your mouth again, this time you confidently bobbed back and forth and took almost all of it in. No matter, for your hand stroked the rest of that cock in rhythm to your sucking, the other hand cupping Sam’s thick balls and feeling her squirm with delight at the mere sensation of your fingertips caressing it, leaving no inch of Sam’s cock uncared for.  For short moments, you pulled all the way away to tap the tip of Sam’s cock against your hungry tongue, feeling and seeing that pre-come fly all around your mouth and into your tongue, making sure to look at the way her face writhed in pleasure as you did before you continued sucking that cock. Coveting for that warm cream into your mouth. Those unholy sounds of sucking, the moans, the tapping, all of it was so raunchy, so raw.
Such a delight to hear.
Then, you could feel Sam’s cock getting subtly harder, hotter, you could feel her balls twitch in preparation.
“Wait, wait!” Sam warned and with her strong forearms, she pulled your hungry head away from her cock and held you in place. Sam’s erratic breathing gave it away. Oh you were just away from the cock, it was steady hard and throbbing, nearly poking your lips as a tease. You looked up at her and saw her trying to keep her composure, the veins in her arms protruding as she held you in place. But that tip was so red now, the veins in her cock so prominent now, too. You almost felt compelled to do anything in your power to get back in there and have her come into your mouth, but Sam had other plans.
Tilting your head up by your chin, she made you look up at her as she leaned down and placed an ardent but quick kiss on your lips. When she pulled away and looked at you in the eyes, she was now in control. 
Now it was you pushed against the wall, but your pants were discarded alongside your robe. Your hands held onto Sam steadily as she carried you so effortlessly. Her arms going under your knees and holding your legs open for her, your back pressed on the wall. Your wet and needy pussy all for her to work with. You would think she would be wild and reckless, driven half to madness with the lust you felt as well, but instead she made sure to look deep into your eyes and align her cock just right against your entrance. With a soft reassurance, she reminded you:
“I’ll be gentle, baby.”
With the patience of a God and the will power of the most resilient of warriors, Sam pushed the tip of her cock into you slowly and paused, reading the way your face contorted to a mixture of delight and confusion. God, it felt so good to have her inside of you, but your walls hugged her too tightly. Sam was big, and you wanted to take every inch of her but your body was not yet ready. With the tenderness of a long time lover, Sam gently pressed her forehead against yours. “Come here, baby,” she huskily whispered. You captured her lips on yours, eagerly showing her that you wanted her still, that you felt every inch of passion she gave you and wanted more. The kiss, the tenderness, made you relax, it made it easier for Sam to slide in you deeper. And deeper. Then it reached that point of deepness that made your entire body quiver, the kiss instantly stopped as you pulled away and gasped. “Good girl, good girl,” Sam raspily praised, smiling at you as she felt the walls around her cock welcome her.
Sam pulled out so slowly, then back in. You dug your nails into her shoulders and she watched pleased at the way her cock was hitting spots that you hadn’t even thought you had. Rubbing sensitive flesh that soon began to greedily swallow her girth, possessively wanting it to stay forever. Sam stuck to her word, she was gentle and slow but no less passionate. Her hips worked smoothly as she thrusted in and out of you, her watchful eyes vigilant for any sign of discomfort in your face and her ears enjoying the sounds you were making. You could feel your body would start to truly tremble at any moment with how deep Sam could go in; you could feel that you would turn into a puddle with the way that she leaned back down to passionately place slow kisses along your collarbone and neck. A lover that missed no opportunity to shower you with love, controlling her own savage lust for your comfort.
She patiently waited for your command, until it came.
“Sam, please, faster.” 
And Sam obliged. Her hips kept their luscious movement and increased that steady rhythm she was just so good at keeping, pulling her cock away all the way out and then back in with confidence. That kind of stroke was mind blowing to Sam, it stimulated all of her cock, to the last nerve, but she did it and paced herself just to watch you clamor her name. “Is this good, baby?” She cheekily asked with a smile, her grunts not going unnoticed by you.
“It-It’s so good, Sam, oh my –,” you could barely say.
Then Sam began to go a little rougher now, truly thrusting into you deep. God, you had to hold onto her tightly, wrapping your arms around her, your legs starting to tremble on Sam’s strong arms. She did it again, and again, and you couldn’t hold your moans back. In all fairness, neither could she, and you thanked the heavens nothing was around to find you two in this primitive, raw state.
When she purposely pulled all the way out and slipped out of you, she relished in your annoyed grunt. With a chuckle, she leaned in to give you a kiss in hopes of placating your annoyance. But it was because she had far more in store for you.
May the lord forgive you, for you have sinned in the most egregious way.
Never in your life you thought you’d be in an empty church, bent over by the church pew, as Sam Carpenter slowly slides her cock back into your hungry, wet pussy. And yet, it was better than a dream.
Sam grabbed you by your hips and took total control of it all. The moment the thrusting began again, in that moderate rhythm that was so good but almost a tease, you and Sam moaned without a care in the world. Reckless indeed, as it bounced off the walls of the sacred home of God.
But you didn’t care, not with the way Sam was rocking you back and forth. She moved you against her thrusts. When she pulled out, she pulled you away, but when she thrusted in, she pulled you back and rammed herself all the way in, feeling her thick balls slap against your pussy. Over, and over, and over again. The wet sounds of skin slapping, the sensual groans of a hungry, dominant Sam Carpenter and the rocking of the wooden pew… It was all too sexy, too good to even process. 
“Your pussy is so tight, baby,” Sam growled out, a hand smacking your rear for a moment just to watch you squirm more. 
You knew it, you knew it by the way you couldn’t even control the way your walls sucked Sam in, just like you couldn’t control any inch of your body when Sam fucked you. 
Then she slowed down, holding your hips in place. “Don’t move,” Sam firmly said, shifting a little, but you didn’t know why.
Until you felt that first, slow thrust hit in just the right spot. “Oh my god!” You clamored for the first time, putting God’s name out there in vain – and not only in vain, but in such an unholy situation.
Something about the angle Sam was hitting now had your legs trembling more now and Sam knew how good this felt for you, so she made sure to go as painfully slow as possible. She rolled her hips so sensually, so smoothly like before, and it was driving you crazy. You could scream, you weren’t even sure if you were already on the verge of it, but your nails scratched the wood and you prayed for Sam to just get on with it. But she would, oh that cruel woman wouldn’t get to it.
“Please, Sam, please,” you pleaded finally. “Faster, I need it.”
Then Sam stopped, leading you to whine. She leaned down to your back, trailing surprisingly soft kisses all the way up to the back of your shoulder. “Are you sure, baby? Wouldn’t your partner–.”
“Fuck them,” you swore now, too. You looked back at her with pleading eyes, squeezing your walls around Sam’s cock and watching her instantly moan at the sensation. “Please, Sam. I want to come so bad.”
Wrapping her arms around your waist, buried so deep inside of you, Sam began to twirl her hips in slow circles as she spoke with such a sexy, fucking voice. “Good girl,” she paused to give your shoulder another kiss. 
When she pulled away, she grabbed you by your hips again and showed you what heaven truly felt like. With her every thrust you felt compelled to yelp, moaning out for Sam as she gave it to you rough. So tantalizingly rough that you felt your excessive amount of wetness everywhere, dripping down to Sam’s cream-filled balls. Then she gave it to you fast, relentlessly brushing your sensitive spot again and again with her thickness, the angle making it so hard to resist. 
You couldn’t even warn her, only calling out her name in such a high pitched moan that Sam could feel it coiling her gut for that sweet release. When your own walls squeezed her beyond the usual, when that warmth became so exquisite to resist, and when she felt that gush of pleasant wetness come crashing down against her cock, Sam couldn’t resist it either.
“F-fuck, baby, I’m going to come,” she barely warned out in hurried breath, her hips starting to stutter and stray from its once steady rhythm. Then you could feel her, shooting out thick ropes of her scream inside you, filling you up in a matter of seconds. But Sam didn’t stop thrusting, her erratic movements persisting only for a second as she kept going to ride your orgasm all the way, for however long it lasted.
And you weren’t even sure how long it lasted, recalling the feeling of Sam filling you up almost exacerbating what wave of pleasure and tingles all over your body, feeling your body tense and arch at how heavenly this pleasure was. She rode you out, she kept on ramming her cock deep inside you even when she was sensitive, making sure that you were all fucked out – indulging in her slightly masochistic tendency by overstimulating herself for your sake. God, you wanted her to keep on going for more, but you stopped her as the overwhelming sensitivity started to take over.
Sam sighed in relief at it, panting heavily and giving you a very soft, very small: “Thank you.” Sealed with a tender kiss to the back of your shoulder, and an affectionate caress down your back.
You were depleted, but felt so loved and satisfied, that you cared not for the wrath of God. 
The ring in your finger suddenly felt so easy to take off and the priestess robe did not fit you.
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When Somebody Loved Me (Everything Was Beautiful) (Alex Morgan x Reader)
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A reunion of childhood best friends would typically be a jubilant affair, but not in this case. No, because you were about to reunite with none other than Alex Morgan, the woman who left you behind when you were kids, the woman who'd broken not only your heart but your spirit as well.
I really want to thank @kingofmyheart-19, without them I doubt this fic would have gotten done, they helped so much and listened to my ranting on plot ideas and gave me some of their own, so thank you so, so much for the help, it was SO appreciated! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ They're also a writer as well, so feel free to go check out their page!
Disclaimer: This fic could be very triggering to some, it deals with abuse, speicifically child abuse, so if that's going to trigger you PLEASE skip this one. If you're still here, get ready for a 9K emotional roller coaster. As always, I'd really love to hear what you all think, this has been a fic I've been wanting to write for so long and I'm so happy it's done, so please, let me know what you think.
⚠️Trigger Warning: Child Abuse/Mentions of Child Abuse ⚠️
You closed your eyes, practicing the deep breathing you learned in therapy before your eyes open, the stadium where you would meet the USWNT looming overhead.  
You knew you would see her, that you would have to see her, you were now working for her team after all, but the thought of your reunion made your stomach twist.  
You could feel your chest tighten, a panic attack looming as you thought about your Y/E/C orbs meeting hers.  
You wondered if they were still the same bright blues you remembered.  
You shake your head rapidly, pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind.  
Just because you were about to see each other again after so long, didn’t mean things were the same as they once were, she’d left you behind, and you didn’t think you could ever forgive her for that.  
You didn’t know if you could ever forgive Alex Morgan for what she did, in all honesty, you weren’t sure if you wanted to.  
With one final deep breath you slip out of your rental car and make your way towards the arena, mere minutes from reuniting with the woman that broke your heart.
************************************************************************If there was one thing Alex Morgan didn’t expect, it was to see you making your way across the field towards her and the team, Emma Hayes at your side.  
Her throat bobbed as she took you in.  
You’d gotten taller, easily towering over her.  
Your jawline was much sharper, and visibly clenched, something she used to get on you about when you were growing up.  
The second your eyes met hers, her heart stalled in her chest, the Y/E/C orbs that would once soften when they locked with her blues, were now cold and sharp.  
“Y/N...” Alex whispers when you’re in earshot and you glance her way.  
“Do I know you?” You ask, a harshness to your tone that takes her aback, she’d never heard you speak that way, especially to her.  
Her mouth opens and closes rapidly, the woman searching for anything at all to say, but it’s as if her vocal cords had stopped working.  
Her teammates eye her curiously, their eyes darting between the two of you.  
“Well, this is Y/N Y/L/N, she’s going to be our new trainer, she comes HIGHLY recommended, so try to make her feel welcome, okay?” Emma smiles, in no way missing the way Alex stares pleadingly at your profile.  
Eventually, your eyes catch hers, her orbs the same bright blues that you often found yourself getting lost in years ago.  
Alex isn’t able to utter a single word before you’re turning on your heels and moving towards the sidelines, Emma Hayes in toe.  
Alex jumps when a hand settles on her back, a hand belonging to her longtime friend, Kelley O’Hara.  
“Are you okay Al? Is something wrong?” She asks, able to read the woman’s face easily, picking up on the fact that she was incredibly upset.  
“Ye-Yeah.” Alex stammers, her blues orbs burning holes in your back as you move out of sight.  
“Everything is fine.”
************************************************************************The second Alex saw you, all the emotions she tried so, so hard to bury came rushing back, hitting her like a tidal wave.  
She wasn’t prepared for the way you looked at her, your eyes hard and icy, a look she vaguely remembered when she spotted you in the hallways of your high school, your books hugged to your chest and a new bruise gracing your face or your arms, the woman knowing full well that more bruises were hidden beneath your clothes.   
She knew deep down she deserved it; she severed ties with you when you needed her the most, and she could never wash away the guilt she felt every time you passed her in the hallway, your face twisted in a pained grimace.  
That night, she stares at the ceiling, her blue orbs glassy as she remembers the first time, she saw signs of the abuse you were enduring at home.  
************************************************************************“What are those from?” A small Alex Morgan asks as she points to the circular marks dotting your forearm, the skin a bright and angry red, the wounds fresh.  
You shake your head rapidly, pulling your arm away from her.  
“N-N-Nothing.” You mumble, the girl scoffing as she gently takes your arm, her blue orbs zeroing in on the sores covering your arm.  
“What happened?” She asks and you shake your head, tears glistening in your Y/E/C orbs.  
“Y/N...” She whispers, gently rubbing your arm, careful not to touch the marks.  
“You can tell me anything...” She says, frowning when she sees a tear streaming down your cheek.  
“What happened?” She asks again and you swallow, your mouth opening and closing before you croak out a single word.  
“Dad.”
************************************************************************Needless to say, Alex didn’t sleep well that night, her mind racing, wondering if the wounds on your arm had increased in number.  
She honestly wasn’t sure if she wanted to know.  
Eventually, Alex dragged herself onto the bus that morning, her blue orbs immediately finding your Y/E/C’s.  
You almost immediately turn away, as if you’re unable to look at her for too long.  
She pauses, attempting to find something, anything to say to you, but again, she finds herself unable to speak.  
She sighs in defeat before making her way towards the back of the bus, unaware that your eyes are on her, your nostrils flaring.  
She had no right to speak to you, no right to even look at you, not after the things she’d done, not after she’d left you behind to be abused and neglected.  
You growl, turning towards the front of the bus, your fingers curling around the seat in front of you.  
If you had anything to say about it, you wouldn’t speak to Alex Morgan ever again, in reality, it wasn’t that you wouldn’t it was that you couldn’t.
************************************************************************Unfortunately, you’re forced to speak to her, the forward seeking you out when you reach the hotel, pushing her way into the elevator with you.  
Your throat bobs as you stare blankly forward, your foot tapping and hands trembling, something Alex notices immediately.  
“Y/N.” She whispers, her voice cracking, the sound pulling at your heartstrings, that sadness ebbing away a beat later.  
“Y/N, you can’t ignore me forever.” She sighs and you shake your head.  
“I told you; I have no idea who you are.” You say, the woman growling as you hastily exit the elevator, her hand catching your wrist, something that noticeably makes you jump.  
“That’s bullshit Y/N, and you know-- 
Your lip curls in a snarl as you jerk your arm from her grasp.  
“I USED to have a friend named Alex Morgan, but that was a long time ago.” You say through gritted teeth before turning on your heels and marching down the hallway, leaving a crestfallen Alex Morgan behind.
*********************************************************************** Despite the fact that your last interaction didn’t go well, Alex continued to try and speak to you, popping up seemingly everywhere.  
Unfortunately, you would be on the road for a significant amount of time considering it was She Believes Season, the entirety of the team together more often than not.  
The close quarters resulted in early mornings, and one morning, you’d made the mistake of rolling up your sleeves to your elbows, revealing the multiple scars littering your skin.  
Alex stiffened the moment she saw them, tears filling her blue orbs as she saw the massive number of burns on your skin, burns she knew were made by the end of a cigarette.  
She’s unable to keep the tears in her eyes at bay, tears streaming down her cheeks.  
You pick your head up, the feel of someone staring at you setting the hairs of your arms on end.  
Your eyes catch hers and your brows furrow, following her gaze to the scars dotting your arms.  
Your eyes meet hers before dropping to your marred arm, your nostrils flaring as you turn away, tugging your arm out of view.  
“Alex...?”  
Alex jumps, her eyes meeting Kelley’s concerned brown orbs.  
“Are you okay? Why are you crying?” She asks, watching as Alex wipes her tears away with the sleeve of her sweater.  
“It’s alright Kel, it’s nothing.” She sniffles, her eyes burning holes in the back of your head.  
Kelley eyes her profile worriedly before turning away reluctantly, wondering what it was that was troubling her so.  
************************************************************************“When did that happen?” Alex asks when she catches you in the hallway on your way to your hotel room.  
You turn on your heels, coming face to face with the woman you’d been trying to avoid, her blue orbs zeroed in on your scarred arm.  
You pull your arm out of view, tucking it behind you.  
“Like you care.” You bite, turning on your heels to take your leave.  
“Y/N, you can tell me anything.” She whispers, her words stopping you in your tracks, taking you back to the day on the playground when you’d first told her that your father had burned your arm, when you’d first told her your father was abusing you.  
“Like you don’t know.” You mumble, unable to turn to face her, tears stinging your eyes.  
Your breath hitches when she slips around you, gently taking your wrist and inspecting your arm closely. 
You’re unable to stop your heart from skipping a beat when she brushes the scars, her touch light and tender.  
The scars were generally perfect circles, aside from those that overlapped, forming random shapes along your arm.  
Alex frowned as she caressed the lumpy and disfigured skin, her eyes glazing over.  
“Don’t act like you care.” You mutter, the forward frowning.  
“I do care, Y/N.”  
You scoff, pulling your arm out of her grasp, briefly missing the way her fingertips felt against your skin.  
“If you cared Alex, I wouldn’t have these.” You growl, her throat bobbing.  
“You can’t blame me for that Y/N, it isn’t fair.”  
You bark out a laugh, the sound taking her by surprise.  
“I wouldn’t have half the scars I do if it wasn’t for you. You abandoned me when I needed you the most, and for what Alex!?” You yell, surprised by the sound of your own voice and the anger in your tone.  
Alex’s mouth opens and closes rapidly, the forward unable to find her words, that being enough to send you shoving passed her, your shoulder knocking hers as you make your way down the hall towards your hotel room, leaving the woman behind, just as she’d done to you.  
That night, you can’t help but stare at your shirtless self in the mirror, the scars typically hidden beneath your clothes revealed, of course, to your eyes only.  
How could you ever forgive Alex when your skin looked like yours?  
How could you ever forgive the woman that you’d blamed for receiving them in the first place?
************************************************************************It was unsurprising to Alex that you put so much pressure on her during practice, as if getting back at her for all the pain she caused.  
“Pick it up Morgan!” You yell, Alex noticeably slacking considering you’d spent the practice already putting her through the ringer.  
It’s only after her drills end that she comes to a halt, panting heavily, her hands on her knees as she attempts to fill her lungs with air.  
You shake your head, making your way towards her and leaning down.  
“You don’t just make the team because you’re a pretty face, you know that right?” You bite, the forward shooting you a glare.  
Your brows furrow when the corners of her mouth tick upward.  
“Did you just say I’m pretty?” She teases and you scoff, pinching the bridge of your nose.  
“Of course, THAT’S what you take from that.”  
Alex’s lips split in a grin, her smile just as bright as it always had been, your heart skipping a beat in your chest.  
“Hey, you said it, not me.” She smirks and you roll your eyes, turning her towards the remainder of the team before giving her a light shove.  
“Get your ass over there Morgan.” You grumble, her grin widening before she skips towards the others.  
You roll your eyes, unable to hold back a small smile as you too make your way towards the team. ��
************************************************************************The distance between you and Alex was still massive, no bridge long enough to bring the two of you together.  
It wasn’t for a lack of trying on Alex’s part, whereas she tried to reach out, you’d only pull back, unwilling to bridge the gap, in fact, increasing its size. 
Alex watched as you focused your attention Lindsey’s knee, wrapping it gently, the blonde saying something to you she can’t quite hear, but whatever it was, it makes you smile, a smile that still makes her heart skip a beat after all these years.  
You move to your feet, giving the midfielder a pat on the shoulder before she turns and jogs onto the field.  
“Thanks Y/N!” Emily says patting your back a bit harder than intended, as she jogs passed following Lindsey onto the field.  
You go ridged, your hands trembling as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly.  
Alex jogs towards you, the emotional turmoil you were experiencing unnoticed by the remainder of the team.  
“Y/N...?” Alex whispers as she gently takes your trembling hands in her own, stopping their quaking.  
Your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly, an anxiety attack impending, something Alex had seen happen to you multiple times before.  
“Y/N?” She says again, giving your hands a squeeze, this time however, you speak.  
“I said I was sorry... Please don’t…” You mutter, Alex’s eyes widening before immediately filling with tears. 
“Come on.” She whispers, silently guiding you away from the team, catching sight of Emma Hayes watching the two of you, the forward shaking her head rapidly.  
When you’re in a secluded spot, Alex cups your cheeks.  
“Y/N, it’s okay, it’s me.”  
You squeeze your eyes shut even more so than they already were, your hands shaking violently.  
The tears in Alex’s eyes begin to stream down her face as she tries to think of something, ANYTHING to get you out of the catatonic state you’re in.  
Her eyes widen, a memory flickering in the back of her mind as she pulls you into her, one arm around you and the other resting on the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in the fine hairs there.  
She remembered holding you that way in high school, before your friendship ended, a nightmare pulling you from your sleep one night as the two of you slept side by side.  
“I’ve got you.” She whispers in your ear, drawing lazy circles against the nape of your neck.  
“And I’m not letting you go, never again.” She whispers, cooing softly in your ear.  
Your breathing begins to slow, the motion of her fingers against the nape of your neck lulling you into a sense of calm, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.  
She knew when you realized it was her that was holding you, you’d pull away, and the thought tore her heart in two. 
You begin to relax, your shoulders sagging as your eyes slowly flutter open.  
Almost immediately you move out of Alex’s hold, the forward frowning, missing the way you felt against her, missing the way her fingers felt tangled in your hair.  
“What the hell are you doing?” You snarl, putting as much distance as you possibly can between the two of you.  
“I-I didn’t know what else to do, you were having a panic attack.” She explains, her voice quivering.  
You scoff.  
“I didn’t NEED your help, I would’ve been just fine without you, like I ALWAYS have been.” You bark out before hastily leaving the room, not even sparing a glance back at the woman whose shoulder you roughly knocked into on your way out. 
************************************************************************ Even though you were angry at her, you knew you had to thank Alex.  
You couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened if Alex hadn’t taken charge and took you to a secluded place to calm down, using a technique she became accustomed to using in your later high school years.  
You could still feel her fingers gently drawing circles against the nape of your neck, something you longed to feel again, but you wouldn’t let her get that close again, you couldn’t.  
You’re pulled from your thoughts when the very woman who’d been on your mind comes towards you, the woman silently shuffling from foot to foot as she waits to get her ankle wrapped.  
You give Kelley a smile, the defender’s ankle wrapped in her own bit of tape before she jogs off, turning and giving Alex’s hand a squeeze on her way passed.  
Alex comes to a stop in front of you, her throat bobbing as you gently take her ankle in your hands.  
You’re silently wrapping her ankle in bright pink tape when you finally find your voice.  
“I’m sorry.” You whisper, blue orbs widening as they meet your Y/E/C’s.  
“You don’t need to be.” She smiles softly and you clear your throat, the sight of that smile effecting you more than you’d care to admit.  
“I do." You sigh, the forwards cheeks flushing as you subconsciously caress her ankle. 
“You...” You swallow hard, your throat bobbing.  
“If you weren’t there for me the other day, I don’t know what I would’ve done, so... Thank you, Alex.” You whisper, clearing your throat, your eyes widening when you realize you’d been running your thumb gently back and forth along her ankle.  
You give her a nod, reluctantly releasing her ankle, your old friend staring down at you for a moment before she smiles. 
“You don’t have to thank me.” She mumbles softly, before her lips split in a grin.  
“But you’re welcome.”  
You watch as she makes her way onto the field, a smile stretching across your own face as you turn to Lindsey Horan, the blonde waiting for her knee to be wrapped.  
However, you can’t help but look passed her, specifically at Alex Morgan, the woman beaming, wearing a smile you hadn’t seen her wear in a long, long time.  
A smile that makes the butterflies in your stomach begin to stir, butterflies that died a long, long time ago, butterflies that were slowly coming back to life.  
You didn’t like that the feelings you did your best to bury were resurfacing.  
You blamed her, you were supposed to hate her, but the more she smiled your way, the more that anger and blame started to ebb away.  
Your brows furrow as your phone again begins to ring, an unknown number stretched across its screen.  
You shake your head, dropping your phone onto the top of a nearby bag. 
Alex glances your way, smiling softly when your eyes meet.  
The relationship between the two of you began to slowly change, you no longer looked at her with absolute disdain, instead wearing an expression she couldn’t quite place.  
It’s when Emma Hayes blows her whistle that Alex sighs, making her way towards her bag, unaware that your phone had slipped inside.  
She runs her hand through her sweat covered hair, catching sight of you out of the corner of her eye as you chat with Emma Hayes, a smile on your face.  
She’d missed seeing that smile, mostly, she missed seeing that smile directed at her.  
She turns away, reluctantly, unaware that your phone was buried deep inside her bag.
************************************************************************You growl, searching wildly through your bag in an attempt to find your phone, sighing when you come up empty.  
You flop down onto your hotel room’s bed, your head in your hands.  
The last thing you wanted to do today was lose your phone, but here you were, attempting to remember where you’d last seen the device.  
A tentative knock on your hotel room door makes you jump, your brows furrowing as you make your way towards it.  
You tug the door open, your eyes widening and brows knitting in confusion when you see Alex standing behind the door, the woman shuffling nervously from foot to foot.  
“Uhhh, yeah?” You say, the woman nodding into your hotel room.  
“Can I come in?” She asks and you hum, eyeing her intently before you step aside, uncertain why you’d allowed her into your room.  
The door clicks shut behind you before you turn towards her, your arms crossed across your chest.  
“What is it?” You ask, your eyes widening when you realize she was holding your phone.  
“I found it in my bag.” She says, the look on her face telling you there was something more to the reason why she was in your room.  
“Th-Thanks.” You stutter, taking it from her hand, the forward’s throat bobbing.  
“It was ringing, and I answered it.” She says, your brows knitting, anger building in your chest at the thought of the woman invading your privacy.  
“I’m-I’m sorry Y/N, I promise, I really didn’t know it was your phone.” She stutters, the anger you were feeling dissipating at the look on Alex’s face.  
“There’s more to it, isn’t there?” You ask and she, sheepishly nods.  
“It was your mother.”  
Your eyes double in size, your body going ridged at the mention of the woman who’d done nothing, merely watching as your father abused and neglected you, a woman you hadn’t talked to since you were kicked out at 18.  
You make your way towards your bed, taking a seat on its end, Alex making her way towards you, waiting until you give her a nod before she too sits down.  
The room is enveloped in silence for a moment before you find your voice.  
“Wh-What did she want?” You stammer, realizing the calls you’d been getting the last few days must have been from your mother.  
Alex swallows hard, staring at her intertwined fingers, her mouth opening and closing.  
“It’s your dad.” She whispers, noting the hitch in your breath, the woman unable to stop herself from reaching for, and covering your hand.  
You find yourself taking comfort in her touch, something you thought you would never do again.  
“What happened?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.  
Alex clears her throat, seemingly searching for what to say before she mutters.  
“He’s dying.”  
You snort, in a sick sense, happy that the man who destroyed your childhood was about to die.  
“Your mom said, he wants to...” She pauses, staring at your profile as she speaks.  
“He wants to apologize, for everything, before he passes.” 
You stiffen, your hands balling into fists, Alex’s thumb delicately running along your white knuckles.  
You chuckle.  
“Of course he does. He wants to clear his own conscious before he dies.” You snarl angrily, the thought of calling your mother and ripping her a new one prominent in your mind.  
Alex remains silent, your brows furrowing as you turn towards her, her mouth opening and closing rapidly.  
“What?” You ask, the forward shrugging.  
“I may have...” She stops mid-sentence, shuffling nervously.  
“Said some things.”  
Your brows arch, noting that she’s refusing to look you in the eye.  
“Like what?” You ask and she clears her throat.  
“I may have told her your dad was a piece of shit, and that you didn’t owe him anything, that he doesn’t deserve to see you after all he did, and that she was a bitch who doesn’t deserve to see you either because she was just as guilty. He abused you, and she just watched and did nothing about it.”   
Your brows arch, your eyes burning holes in the side of Alex’s head before you laugh, her blue orbs widening as she turns towards you.  
You wrap your arms around your middle as you’re overcome with laughter, the thought of the look on your mother’s face as Alex tore her a new one, and the look on her face when it was Alex that answered the phone making you laugh uncontrollably.  
You knew her and your father weren’t her biggest fans, considering she treated you the way you were meant to be treated, and loved you in a way that they never did.  
“I would’ve paid to see that.” You say, wiping a tear from your eyes, the forward beside you smiling, her lips splitting into a grin.  
“I meant what I said, you don’t owe them anything Y/N, even if he’s dying, you don’t have to go to see him, unless you want to.”  
You shake your head, your eyes dropping to your and Alex’s joined hands, the feel of her hand in your own making your heart skip a beat.  
“I know.” You say, taking a deep breath before exhaling loudly.  
“I kind of want to see him, to show him that even though he treated me the way he did, he didn’t break me, that I became successful, and I didn’t need him or my mother to do it.”  
You swallow hard, your gaze falling to your lap.  
“I suppose...” You pause, frowning, unable to stop tears forming in your eyes.  
“I suppose he did break me, didn’t he?” You mutter, your eyes widening a gasp leaving you as Alex’s hand leaves your own, the woman instead wrapping her arms tightly around you.  
The tears that formed in your eyes began streaming down your cheeks as she held you tightly, her cheek pressing against your shoulder.  
“He didn’t Y/N.” She whispers, squeezing you gently, not wanting to throw you into a panic attack like you’d had the other day.  
You close your eyes, sagging in her hold, the hotel room falling silent as you simply let Alex hold you in her arms, a feeling you didn’t realize you’d missed so much.  
You’re unsure of what makes you say it, but before you can think your lips are moving.  
“I don’t know if I can face them alone.” You confess, Alex turning her head and kissing your temple, the woman stiffening when she realizes what she did, though she in no way relinquishes her hold on you.  
“You don’t have to Y/N.” She whispers, smiling when she feels your arm slip around her.  
“What do you mean?” You ask, your heart lightening in your chest at the thought of the forward coming back to your hometown with you.  
“I’ll go with you.” She mutters nervously, leaning heavily into you, her hold on you tightening.  
You go silent before you rest your head against hers, a soft sigh leaving you as you give her side a squeeze.  
“I think I’d like that very much.”
*********************************************************************** The relationship between you drastically changed after that, the bridge was all but mended, the two of you almost as inseparable as when you were kids.  
And when the She Believes Tournament ended, with the USWNT as the victors, you and Alex decided it was time to prepare to head back to your hometown, a place that held so many bad memories for you.  
It wasn’t long before there was a knock at your apartment door, your hand freezing on the doorknob as you take a deep breath.  
Despite the fact that things were better between the two of you, you still got nervous, worried that she would disappear again and break your heart.  
You pull the door open slowly, Alex smiling when your eyes meet hers, a duffle bag slung over her shoulder a suitcase in one hand.  
“Are you ready?” She asks as you step aside, allowing her inside, the woman taking in your small apartment.  
“Honestly, not really.” You sigh, leaning against the island in your kitchenette.  
Alex makes her way towards you with a frown, taking your hands, the gesture making your cheeks flush.  
“Well, you’re not going alone, I’ll be there every step of the way.” She whispers as she caresses your knuckles.  
You couldn’t lie, the feelings you had for Alex had resurfaced, and the closer you became, the more you realized that the feelings you had in high school had come back, tenfold.  
You were in love with the woman currently holding your hands, the woman whose blue orbs sparkled when she smiled, the woman who’d broken your heart all those years ago.  
You give her hands a squeeze, noting the flush of her own cheeks.  
“I know.” You whisper pushing yourself off the island and moving to your full height.  
“And it means a lot to me.” You say, bashfully staring at the floor beneath your feet.  
Alex smiles softly, turning your hands over in her own before intertwining your fingers.  
“It’s the least I could do.” She says, giving your hands a squeeze.  
Her hands leave yours reluctantly and you sigh, missing the feel of her smooth palms against your own.  
“Well, let’s go.”
************************************************************************Alex’s fingers drum on the steering wheel, her eyes darting to the passenger's seat, where you're fast asleep. 
She knew this journey would take a toll on you, she knew that this was one of the hardest things you ever had to do, and she was happy you’d allowed her to be along for the ride. 
You mumble in your sleep, your brows furrowing as your head turns back and forth.  
Alex reaches towards you, gently covering your hand with her own as she pulls into the tiny roadside hotel the two of you were planning on staying in for the night before you reach your hometown the following day.  
“Hey.” Alex whispers, tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.  
Your eyes slowly flutter open, your brows furrowing as you blink rapidly to clear your vision.  
“Are we here?” You rasp, the sound of your sleepy voice making her smile lovingly.  
“No, we’re at the hotel.” 
You hum, stretching your arms above your head before you open the passenger's side door and slip out with a groan.  
Alex slides out the driver’s side door, she too stretching. 
“We had reservations, right?” You ask and she nods rapidly.  
“I’ll go check us in.”  
You watch her go with a small smile, the woman disappearing into the small hotel’s lobby, leaving you with the suitcases, which you didn’t mind.  
You lean back against Alex’s car, staring up at the random hotel you’d decided to stop at on your way home.  
You sigh, leaning your head against the car behind you.  
You didn’t want to go home, you didn’t want to face your father and your mother, but you knew you had to.  
You had to show them that you were well off, you had to show them that you’d made it without them, that you survived your father’s abuse and your mother’s refusal to do anything about it.  
And having Alex Morgan by your side was just a plus, a major plus.  
You remember your father taunting you, making comments about how Alex had finally learned how pathetic you were and made the right decision to distance herself from you.  
Your throat bobs as you bite your bottom lip, staving off tears at the thought of your father’s harsh words.  
Your mother wanted you to come home to hear their apology, but you had ulterior motives.  
You were never going to accept her apology, and you were certainly never going to accept his, much like his apologies during your childhood, they meant absolutely nothing, and that wasn’t about to change.  
“Hey.”  
You jump, your eyes flashing open, immediately locking with Alex’s blue orbs.  
“Are you okay?” She asks, concern evident in her tone.  
You clear your throat, pushing off the car as you nod.  
“Yeah, I’m just fine.”  
************************************************************************It didn’t take long for the two of you to settle into your room, the pair of you flopping down onto the beds you’d be sleeping on for the night.  
“I’m so tired.” You yawn, rolling off the bed and heading to your suitcase.  
Before you realize what, you’re doing, you tug your shirt over your head, revealing your near bare back to the woman in the opposite bed.  
“Oh my god.”  
You twist on your heels, your eyes wide.  
“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” You ask as you approach the forward, tears streaming down her cheeks.  
“What is— 
You pause your throat bobbing as you glance down at yourself, realizing your torso was bare, covered only by the sports bra you were wearing. 
Meaning each and every scar that covered your flesh was revealed, scars dotting your arms, as well as covering your chest and back.  
Alex’s hands tremble as she makes her way towards you, her eyes focused intently on your chest, a number of scars littering your skin, some from glass, some from a belt, and others you couldn’t really remember. 
Lashes covered your stomach, as well as your back, red welts made mostly by your father’s favorite belt.  
A wide array of cigarette burns covered your skin, mostly all over your arms, but some were on your chest and stomach.  
“Jesus Christ.” Alex whispers, her voice cracking as she places her hands on your shoulders, taking in the destruction your father left behind on your skin.  
“I-I...” She stammers, her bottom lip trembling as she turns you around, lash marks covering your back, overlapping into a mess of patterns.  
Alex sobs, your breath hitching as she wraps her arms around you from behind, burying her face in the nape of your neck.  
“I’m so sorry.” She cries, clinging onto you for dear life, her tears running down your scarred back.  
You turn in her hold, wrapping your arms tightly around her, the woman burying her face in your neck as she cries.  
“This is all my fault.” She sniffs, realizing that you hadn’t had the scars you do before the two of you had stopped being friends.  
You shake your head, your chin resting on the top of her head.  
“It isn’t. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that.” You whisper, ducking down to kiss her head.  
Alex pulls back, her watery blue orbs locking with your equally watery Y/E/C’s.  
“It is Y/N!” She cries, searching your face intently.  
“You didn’t have these before we stopped being friends.” She says, whimpering as she takes in your scars again.  
“I— 
“No.” She says, shaking her head rapidly.  
“If I would’ve just told you how I felt, you wouldn’t have these.” She sniffles, your eyes widening, and brows furrowing.  
“What do you mean?” You ask, staring closely at the woman’s face, noting the way her throat bobs.  
“Come on, Al.” You whisper, gently placing your hands on her waist.  
“You can tell me anything.” You say, repeating the words she’d said on the playground so long ago.  
Much to your surprise, she stares at you blankly for a moment before leaning in, your breath catching as her lips meet yours.  
The butterflies that recently began to stir, burst to life as you kiss your childhood best friend, something you’d wanted to do for so long.  
Your lips lock, the kiss stimulating every one of your nerve endings.  
You never wanted it to end, you never wanted to stop kissing Alex Morgan.  
She sighs against your lips as you kiss passionately, feelings the two of you had for so long now revealed. 
Reluctantly, you part, Alex’s forehead resting against yours as you catch your breath.  
“Wow.” You whisper, smiling when Alex leans in for another kiss, this one softer, and shorter than the one you’d just shared.   
Alex’s mouth opens and closes for a few seconds before she clears her throat.  
“I didn’t know how to tell you back then how I felt, I was scared, I thought if I pushed you away, the feelings would go away, but they didn’t.”  
She cups your cheeks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.  
“They never went away, because I love you, Y/N.” She confesses, your eyes doubling in size, your heart skipping a beat.  
“I always have, I just never knew how to say it...”  
She licks her lips, inhaling deeply before continuing.  
“When I saw you walking across the field, those feelings came flooding back.”  
She rests her forehead against yours.  
“I love you Y/N, I always have, and I always will.”  
The room falls silent, the woman in front of you baring her entire soul to you, the knowledge that she’d felt the same making your stomach lurch with excitement.  
You lean in, pressing a feather light kiss to her lips.  
“I love you too, Al.” You whisper, Alex smiling against your lips as she throws her arms around your neck, kissing you passionately, the feel of her lips against yours something she couldn't get enough of.  
The kisses remain tame, the urge to turn them into something more not present in any sense, the two of you catching up on the tender and loving kisses you’d missed when growing up.  
You again, reluctantly part, your arms wrapping tightly around Alex, the forward burying her nose in the crook of your neck.  
Unfortunately, your lips part in a lengthy, and loud yawn, the woman in your arms giggling as she leans back, leaning in to peck your lips before stepping out of your embrace.  
“We should get some sleep, huh?” She asks and you nod, making your way towards your suitcase and grabbing the shirt you’d first intended to put on.  
“Wait.” Alex whispers, placing her hand gently on your back so as to not scare you.  
You turn to face her, a single brow arched as she motions to the shirt in your hands.  
“Keep it off.” She says your throat bobbing as your eyes dart from Alex’s blue orbs to the shirt and back. 
You hum, dropping the shirt before grabbing a few things from your suitcase and nodding to the bathroom.  
“I’ll be right back.” You smile, pecking her lips before disappearing into the bathroom.  
Alex, meanwhile, makes her way towards her own suitcase, slipping into a pair of shorts and a tank top just as you’re moving out of the bathroom.  
She turns towards you, noting the way you shuffle on your feet, a sports bra covering your upper torso and a pair of sweats hugging your hips.  
She holds her hand out, motioning towards one of the beds, your cheeks flushing at the silent invitation. 
Nervously, you make your way towards her, her hand immediately settling on your bare stomach before she nods towards the bed.  
“Do you want to share?” She asks in an uncertain whisper. 
You gently take her chin between your thumb and index finger, tilting her head upwards until her blue orbs meet your Y/E/C’s.  
“I’d love nothing more.”  
Eventually, you turn the overhead light off, and shuffle into bed, the flickering TV the only thing bringing some source of light to the room.  
Alex leans back, her blue orbs dragging down your front, taking in the scars covering your chest.  
Your breath hitches in your throat when she ducks down, gently kissing a long scar running along your collarbone before turning her attention to the others she can reach.  
Your eyes flutter shut, the feel of her lips a complete contrast to what it felt like to get the scars in the first place.  
You can feel the tears streaming down your cheeks before you realize you’re crying. 
Alex pulls away from you, tears forming in her own eyes when she sees you’re crying.  
She cups your cheeks, pressing a tender, and loving kiss to your lips.  
“Shhhhh.” She coos, her fingers running through your hair as you bury your face in her neck.  
It isn’t long before you fall silent, falling fast asleep, tear tracks visible on your face as your childhood best friend holds you tightly.  
She ducks down, kissing the top of your head, a hum leaving you as you snuggle closer.  
“I love you Y/N, and I’m not going anywhere, no matter what.”  
************************************************************************The remainder of the journey is uneventful, Alex’s hand in yours more often than not, the woman kissing you tenderly any chance she got, realizing how much the feel of her lips against yours calmed you.  
Before you realize it, you’re passing the sign informing you that you’d made it, you’d made it to the place that held so many awful memories for you.  
You cling to Alex’s hand tightly, the woman noting the feel of your clammy palm against hers.  
“We’re here.” She whispers and you nod, your chest tightening.  
“Y-Y-Yeah...” You stammer, the air within the car becoming less and less until you feel as if you’re unable to breathe.  
Alex almost immediately pulls to the side of the road, gently cupping your cheeks, her forehead resting against yours.  
“It’s alright.” She whispers, taking your hand and pressing it against her own chest.  
“Try to match me.”  
You whimper, tears running down your face, but your breathing halts entirely when you feel Alex’s lips pressing against yours.  
You slowly part, noting the fact that your anxiety attack had been stopped dead in its tracks, your breathing slowly returning to normal.  
“Are you okay?” She says softly, her lips brushing yours as she whispers.  
Your eyes flutter shut, the tightness in your chest ebbing slightly, but not entirely going away, you knew what you had to do to get it to go away, and that was to confront your father.  
“I have to confront him before I’ll be okay.” You confess, Alex kissing your lips again before turning her attention to the road.  
“Well, let’s go do that.”  
Alex takes your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours as you stand outside the hospital where your father and mother are, the aforementioned woman making her way towards you, tears in her eyes.  
“Y/N...” She says, opening her arms, but quickly realizing the last thing she’d get was a hug from you, especially considering Alex had stepped partially in front of you, her protective side warming your heart considerably.  
Your mother comes to a stop, her throat bobbing.  
“I understand.” She says and your nostrils flare.  
“Where is he?” You say curtly, Alex gently squeezing your hand, earning a squeeze in return.  
Your mother frowns before nodding to the hospital.  
“This way.”  
************************************************************************Your mother didn’t even attempt to make small talk on the way to the room, she knew you weren’t there to embrace her and forgive her for everything she didn’t do when you were growing up.  
Alex’s hand remained in yours, even as your grip on her hand became painful, she didn’t let go.  
You needed an anchor, and she would be that anchor, for as long as you needed and as long as you would let her.  
Your mother comes to a stop outside one of the many hospital rooms before turning towards you, her hands clasped in front of her.  
“He’s in here.” She says, unable to look you in the eye.  
“Please, try not to upset him, he doesn’t have much time left.”  
Your lip's part, your nostrils flaring angrily, before you can speak however, Alex beats you to it.  
“Yeah, because he cared so much about not upsetting Y/N when she was growing up.” She bites, your mother having the decency to look remorseful.  
She didn’t abuse you, she never hit you, but she allowed it, and it was that thought that made you keep distance between the two of you, you weren’t about to forgive the woman who stood aside while your father scarred your body and beat you senseless.  
She simply nods before stepping aside, motioning towards the room, knowing full well that the visit wasn’t going to go how your father expected.  
You come to a stop, your chest tightening at the thought of seeing the man again, your free hand beginning to shake.  
Alex turns you towards her, the woman cupping your cheek with her free hand, the other in a vice grip.  
“I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” She whispers, resting her forehead against your own.  
You nod, your throat bobbing.  
“Promise?” You whisper, your voice noticeably cracking.  
Alex smiles, closing the distance between you, her lips lightly meeting your own.  
Your mother meanwhile is unable to keep herself from smiling, happy in the knowledge that you had someone to care for you, unlike she had when you were growing up.  
You give Alex a barely visible nod, the woman taking your hand and stepping through the doorway with you, partially in front of you in a protective gesture. 
“There she is.”  
You come to a screeching halt, your eyes darting towards your father who’s resting in the hospital bed, looking much smaller than he did when you were growing up.  
“Well, aren’t you going to give your old man a hug?” He asks, his eyes still holding a hint of the anger you saw all the years ago.  
“No.” You say curtly, leading Alex further into the room, your hands now full-on sweating, your face flushed.  
“Why not?” He asks, his voice having an edge to it.  
“Why?” You ask, laughing humorlessly.  
You stare at the man blankly, realizing he had deluded himself into thinking you had no reason for not coming over and hugging him.  
“Are you kidding me?” Alex snarls, the woman taken aback when you move towards his bed.  
“Maybe because you spent my childhood beating the hell out of me?!” You roar, knowing your voice could be heard rooms away.  
His lips part, the man about to say something but you don’t care, rolling your sleeves up and showing him the scars on your arms.  
“Maybe this is why?” You yell, unbuttoning your shirt hastily, uncaring that you were basically standing in the hospital room wearing only a sports bra.  
Your mother is unable to stop her breath from hitching when she sees the scarred flesh of your torso.  
“Maybe this is why, DAD.” You say, your voice dripping with contempt. 
Your father remains silent, the anger you’d typically seen burning in his eyes still there growing. 
“I just wanted to see you before I go.” He growls, and you scoff.  
“Well, here I am.” You say, throwing your hands in the air, Alex watching in something akin to awe as you confront your abuser.  
“I’m not going to give you a big hug, and I’m not going to tell you I’ll miss you, because I won’t.” You bite, noting the jumping in your father’s jaw.  
“How dare you— 
“How dare I?” You bark out a laugh.  
“How dare you think I should come here and just forgive you, just forget what you did to me growing up, how dare YOU.” You yell, cut off by a nearby nurse.  
“Is something wrong?” She asks, her brows knitted in confusion.  
Alex turns to her.  
“This has been a long time coming, she needs this, let it happen.” She whispers, the woman shaking her head. 
“I never said I was sorry.” Your father mumbles and you’re unable to stop yourself from laughing.  
“Of course you didn’t, because you never felt bad for beating me.” You shake your head, the nurse, surprisingly, backing out of the room.  
“Well, you didn’t break me, you didn’t win.” You say, your hands balling into fists.  
“I came here to tell you that, and now that I did, I can move on with my life.” You say, turning towards Alex before leaving the room hastily, leaning against the wall outside of the room.  
Alex turns to your father, the man shooting her a glare, a glare she returns, her blue orbs smoldering.  
“You tried so hard to break her, but it didn’t work. She’s one of the best women I know, and I love her, more than you ever did, more than either of you ever did.” She snarls angrily, glancing at your mother who’s staring at the floor.  
“She’s better than either of you, she rose above your abuse and became an amazing and talented woman, someone I’m proud to call my girlfriend.” She says confidently, your eyes widening when you realize what Alex had just said.  
“Of course, as if she couldn’t disappoint me more.” Your father growls in reference to the fact that you and Alex were together.  
Your hands ball into fists, the thought of walking in and jacking his jaw prominent.  
“We don’t need your approval; we don’t want it.” She says, walking closer to the bed, the nurse who’d come in earlier coming towards you along with another nurse.  
“Y/N is a better person than you could ever hope be.” She growls, turning to make her way out of the room, shooting a glare over her shoulder.  
“I'm proud of her for coming here, for saying what she needed to say, and I know I put distance between the two of us growing up, but I’m going to be there for her no matter what, more than you ever were.”  She says before making her way out of the room, zeroing in on where you were leaning against a nearby wall.  
She hastily makes her way towards you, throwing her arms around you, squeezing you tightly.  
Unbeknownst to you, your mother had followed you out, wearing a frown.  
“I asked you not to upset him.”  
Alex relinquishes her hold on you, the two of you sending the older woman a piercing glare.  
“Well, I asked you to be there for me growing up, and you weren’t. Looks like neither of us got what we wanted.” You say, taking Alex’s hand, the nurses making their way towards you coming to a halt.  
“Don’t worry.” You say, glancing at the women.  
“We’re leaving.” You say, turning towards your mother.  
“The only reason you need to call me again is to tell me he’s dead.” You say, turning on your heels, and making your way down the hallway, Alex’s hand holding yours tightly. 
It’s only when you’re walking out of the hospital’s entrance that you break down, falling to your knees, your body wracked with sobs.  
Alex drops down beside you, wrapping her arms tightly around you as you sob loudly against her chest, the relief of finally telling your father how you felt, making you emotional.  
“You did it, Y/N. I’m so proud of you.” Alex whispers, running her fingers through your hair as she coos softly in your ear.  
You sniffle, tears streaming down your face, your nose running as you cry against her chest.  
Eventually, you fall silent, your body twitching every so often as you sniff.  
You pull back, your bloodshot Y/E/C orbs meeting Alex’s red rimmed blues.  
She cups your cheeks, leaning her forehead against your own.  
“How do you feel?” She asks as you breathe in deep, filling your lungs with air, your chest no longer feeling as tight as it did.  
You sigh, cupping her cheeks, wiping the tears Alex didn’t realize were streaming down her cheeks away. 
“Lighter.” You say softly, bumping your nose against Alex’s.  
You fall silent before your lips split in a grin.  
“Girlfriend, huh?” You tease, her cheeks flushing.  
“I-I mean...” She stutters, cut off by your lips meeting hers in a tender, chaste kiss.  
“I do like the sound of that.” You smile, Alex throwing her arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze.  
The two of you eventually make your way towards Alex’s car, your chest feeling lighter than it ever had before.  
“I’m so proud of you.” Alex says as she slips into the driver’s seat.  
You turn back towards the hospital, staring up at the hospital where your mother and father currently were, an abusive man you’d finally told how you felt, a demon from your past that you’d finally faced and conquered.  
You smile, slipping in the passenger's seat beside Alex, the woman immediately taking your hand.  
“You know.” You pause, turning towards Alex who’s wearing a tender smile.  
Your own lips split in a grin.  
“I’m proud of me too.” 
************************************************************************It’s nearly two years later that you find yourself back in your hometown, rain pouring down around you as you stand at your father’s grave.  
You stare down at the stone stoically, noting the fact that it doesn’t say anything about being a loving father, but only a loving husband.  
Your eyes widen when a dark shadow falls over you, a shadow belonging to an umbrella, an umbrella Alex Morgan is currently holding.  
You take her hand, your fingertips brushing the ring wrapped around her ring finger, a ring you’d proposed to her with not that long ago.  
Life had torn you apart, creating a distance between you so vast that you were not sure if the gap would be bridged, but it was also life that brought you together again.  
It was life that led Alex to confess her feelings for you, and life that led you to where you currently were now, standing in the middle of the graveyard, your hand in Alex’s, the band of her engagement ring cold against your palm.  
You turn towards her, smiling softly.  
“Are you ready?” You ask, her brows arching when she turns towards you.  
“Are you?” She asks, squeezing your hand as you turn back to the stone, nodding. 
“Yeah, I am.”  
Alex turns, her fingers intertwining with yours as you make your way back towards her car.  
You chance one last look over your shoulder, staring at your father’s stone again before turning away, eager to start your life with the woman currently holding your hand, your chest feeling lighter than it ever had before.  
After all these years, you were finally free, and you were free to live your life with the woman you loved, and that woman was your childhood best friend, and fiancé, Alex Morgan.  
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marvelous-slut · 6 months
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Bad Girlfriend - Happy Lowman x reader
Y’all. I’m back. I’m rewatching sons and I can’t contain myself. I LOVE THIS MAN. And I love ALL OF YOU. Life’s been busy, haven’t wrote in months but I come back to see the love y’all have given me even tho I’ve been MIA? Y’all are AWESOME. Thank you guys from the bottom of my heart. Hopefully these can be a regular thing.
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Trigger Warnings - minors DNI. Go far away. Smut. Angry sex. Cheating. Wrote this on my iPhone notes and didn’t proof read it the best, sue me.
“Hales a lucky bastard. I mean look, how’s a woman with such a nice rack with a guy like him? Total dork. Must be for some kind of show. Has to be.” Tig says as he thinks Happy heard all his words. Happy stopped listening after the first sentence. He turns to Tig, confusion plastered all over his face.
“What?”
“You know, it’s just weird seeing a hot chick with a nerd.”
“No, the first part.” Happy says, getting annoyed with Tig.
“Oh! Hale, yeah? That’s Hales old lady, Unsers niece, well more like a daughter he raised her, and you’re not listening.” He finishes as Happy stands up to go confront you. He wasn’t one to let emotions get the best of him, but when a taken woman was basically throwing herself onto him every time she saw him, he needed to know what was going on. Teach her a lesson.
You say with Jax, Clay and Unser. You’d went with Unser to make sure he was okay, the man practically raised you. It was hard watching cancer rip him away. There was more to it, you enjoyed being around the club. It gave you a thrill, watching these men and their old ladies, watching how they destroyed anything that dared step in the way of them and their women, them and their brother hood.
Truth is, it was easier being with David. It made things smooth, he was a nice guy, Unser cared for him. There was just something that didn’t do it for you with him, you couldn’t tell if it was the vanilla sex, or the rumors you’d kept hearing about him eating some ATF woman’s pussy on the clock. Either way, running from chaos never worked for you, and that was evident with the familiar face of Happy Lowman come to you and grabbed your arm away from the group as they were conversing among themselves. Happy had become someone in the MC you enjoyed, you liked the way he carried himself. How people were afraid to even look at him the wrong way. The way his gun hung off his hip. He was everything that your boyfriend was not and it drove you insane. He drug you to his room despite your protest, he gets you inside and shuts the door locking it behind him.
“What is this about?” You ask, confused as to why you’d been drug away.
“What are you doing? Trying to get intel out of me.” He backs you against the wall, his face inches away from yours. “Come in here flaunting your shit all over me, whole time you have an old man at home? A cop none the less.”
“It’s not like that.” You begin, Happy chuckles and pushes into you further. The two of your bodies no longer having any room in between.
“Tell me what it’s like then? Cop not get the job done for you?” You feel your skin crawling, in the best way possible. Also, a little fear crept in. As much as you liked Happy and seeing him, you knew he was dangerous.
“He doesn’t.” You let out softly, he grabs your face and places his lips onto yours harshly. Almost as if he’d needed this like you did. He pulls you back from the wall and lays you down on his bed instead.
Happy knew he had you right where he wanted you, and right where you wanted him. He spreads your legs as far as they will go, he’s on his knees in-between them. His hands go to your thighs, under you dress. He finds your entrance covered by a wet laced fabric. He runs his fingers up and down the sorry excuse of fabric that covered your wet folds. You moan softly, he pushes them to the side and shoves a finger into you with no warning. You arch your back, hoping he’d get the hint to add another finger. His finger is covered with your wetness.
“Happy.” You moan out, leaning your head up to make eye contact with him. He’s still in his kutte which makes your pussy pulse even more for him.
“Beg.” He lets out, moving his finger slowly in and out of you. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to give me more, fuck me with your fingers.” You keep eye contact with him, he still hasn’t moved any faster or added any digits. You sigh, throwing your head back. “Finger fuck me, please Happy. Please, I’m begging you.” He is a bit more satisfied with this response as he adds another finger, pushes himself over top of you, keeping his fingers inside you. He’s hovering over you now, a hand in your hair tugging it lightly. You moan, closing your eyes. The pleasure from his fingers was enough and he knew that, he pushed you to your limit and then he stops.
“I don’t think cheating whores deserve to cum.” He says, licking his fingers as he keeps eye contact with you. You’re desperate now, you grab him by his Kutte, slamming your lips onto his like a greedy bitch. You move your hands down to his belt, undoing it as you pull away to kiss his neck.
“Maybe I don’t, but you do.” You whisper to him, he feels the heat from your mouth on his ear. He pushes you back onto the bed, ripping your dress over your head, leaving you exposed to the cold air. He rips his shirt off, then his jeans and boxers all in one motion. He slams his cock into you with no warning, you let out a moan as he begins pumping himself in and out of you. You feel like you’re being fucked into his mattress. You gasp loudly as he begins rubbing your clit, you felt fuzzy in the brain. You couldn’t believe you were doing this to yourself, to Happy, to David? You reach a hand up to cover your mouth as the pleasure of him drilling inside of you is becoming harder to contain. He rips your hands away, pinning them above your head as he continues ramming into you.
“No. You don’t get to be quiet. I want everyone to know what’s happening. I want them to know I’m fucking Hales old lady. Making you take me, what do you think he’d think? A dirty biker fucking his innocent girlfriend?” He asks, his face is driving you crazy, he has his eyes shut head tilted to the ceiling enjoying this moment too much.
“Oh my god Happy.” You scream out loud enough anyone around could hear. “Fuck. Fuck.” You moan out, your arms still pinned above your head. He bends down, licking the side of your neck, biting it softly yet rough enough it would leave a mark. “Oh god Happy. I can’t ever get off with him. Please let me cum. Please.” You plead with him, sadly what you told Happy wasn’t a lie at all. Most times it was a 7 minute fuck and a fake orgasm to get David off of you.
“Not surprising. You need a real man to do that.” He finally lets go of your hands, moving one of his to your throat grasping it gently. He moves the other back to your clit, giving you chills all over your body. “Good thing you’ve got me inside of you right now. Good thing you can obey like a good girl too.” With the final words, you feel your eyes roll back in your head. You arch your back, bracing yourself for the first orgasm you’d had with a man and not a toy or your own fingers in years.
“God damn it.” You scream out, feeling yourself release around him. You feel your face flush, he notices and it’s enough to send him over as well. “Fuck.” He mutters, releasing himself into you. You lay there on his bed, feeling light headed from the mind blowing orgasm you just received. Happy stands up, cleaning himself up. He throws your clothes onto the bed.
“May want to clean up before you go back to your old man.” With that, he throws on a shirt and leaves the room. You lay back on the bed looking at the ceiling, realizing what has been done can’t be undone.
The chaos you tried to avoid would ensue before you knew it.
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─── max talks, he loves to talk. especially about her.
pairing: max verstappen x her warnings: this is sad; mentions of loss & death
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“how do you know her?”
max turns his head in the direction of the voice. he doesn’t recognize the old lady who sits beside him, but he smiles politely anyways. he shuffles over a little bit to give her room to set her purse down. 
“she’s my best friend, and my first love.” he smiles fondly as he turns towards the front of the room, staring at the smile he had fallen for all those years ago. “how about you?”
“extended family, she’s my grand-niece. it’s nice that you came.”
“how could i not?” he chuckles softly, looking down at his lap. his hands slide down his thighs, down to the tops of his knees, an anxious tick he never quite got over. the little old lady hums softly beside him, shifting left to right in his seat trying to get a view of the front of the room. 
“i’m pretty sure i see some seats towards the front of the room,” max offers, craning his neck to look over the rows of people ahead of him. 
“nonsense, the seat i have his perfectly fine. i also don’t want to leave you, son. i don’t think this is something you should be alone for.”
max is grateful, the corners of lips twitching upwards and his cheeks indenting ever so lightly. little old lady introduces herself as nana, and nothing else. she offers him a peppermint from her purse, but he declines shyly. 
“so, tell me about her.”
he can’t help the thoughtful smile that graces his lips as he remembers her and the moments he was given to love her. he tells nana about meeting her. she was alone in the back corner of the restaurant, dipping bread in oil and vinegar. he spotted her from the other end of the room, also on a date that wasn’t doing all too well either. she sat for a whole hour, nursing bottomless bread and a martini, before he finally got up and walked over to her. his date was in the bathroom— had been in the bathroom for a while at that point. if he had to guess, she probably left after she realized he had been looking past her the entire time. 
he talks about the conversation over another basket of bread, another hour of small talk turned big. he tells nana about how he asked for her number and her refusal to give it. meet me here next friday at 7, maybe then i’ll give you my number, she said. 
so he showed up that following friday at 6:45. he sat on the bench outside and waited for her to walk by. and the rest is history.
he tells nana that her favorite color is a deep red, but also a light peach. she likes morning runs, and always has two glasses of water right after she’s done. she hates asparagus, but max managed to convince her to try it once. she loves traveling— her favorite place to go to is st. moritz. she loves the snow, she loves being in the cold. 
he talks about how great she is, how selfless she’s always been. he says that he fell for her and the way she listened. she always listened, even if max had been talking for hours (which he has), she listens like it’s only been a minute. she is compassionate, caring, and she loves with every fiber of herself.
he tells nana that she’s one of the greatest people he’s ever met.
“well… what went wrong?”
max leans back into the chair, shrugging his shoulders. “what always goes wrong. we grew apart, wanted different things. it was never anything bad, and even when we ended things we remained friends.” 
nana smiles at him, leans over and pats his leg. “you’re a good boy.”
he’s never really been known to be— good that is. always in the wrong, always never enough. max is the furthest thing from a good boy. but the way nana said it made him believe it was true. he smiles at the older woman, before turning back to the front of the room. he sees your smile again, it breaks his heart a little.
“he’s cute, do you know him?” 
max follows her finger, finding charles standing at the front of the room right next to her. he wears the same suit that he is, black over a white button up. the knot of his tie is done up tightly, neat and pressed. max is sure he learned that from her. 
“yeah, that’s charles. we work together, had some great battles too. he’s a good guy.”
charles is everything max isn’t. a charmer, always enough. charles is a good guy. 
“i actually was the one to introduce them,” max continues. 
max talks, he loves to talk. he tells nana that they had met when she visited him in monaco. she pulled him out of bed for a morning run and they ran into charles when he was on his way in. they’d always been friendly after that, charles always smiling and saying hello. there wasn’t any overlap, max reassures. they started dating two years after she and max called it quits. she called him one night, it had been a while since he’d heard from her besides routine holiday and birthday greetings. 
she told him everything. about how they had reconnected out of the blue, and how he called her every night to say sweet dreams. her voice was excited when she spoke of charles, she sounded happy. she told him that she didn’t want things to be weird, but that she felt that he should know. and though max said it was okay, he wasn’t sure then. 
he said it was okay because she was honest, that she had the decency to give him a warning rather than letting him find out through some post online. he said it was okay because it’s charles, he’s a good guy— and it’s her, she deserved to be happy. 
he wasn’t sure till he saw her in monaco again, sporting that bright scarlett red in support of her new boyfriend. he saw the way her eyes lit up, the smile gracing her painted lips when he speaks. not even on their best days did max ever see her look up at him like that. it stung, another shot at his ego. 
there was a little bit of resentment for charles, max admits. he would compare himself to the monegasque, pick apart his character in his head. they aren’t all that different. both driven, both competitive, both good at what they do. but he was just better at loving you.
“but it didn’t sting all the time.” max tries to round up his story, “i got over it eventually, i moved on.”
“no animosty between you and him?”
max shakes his head, “no no, nothing like that. how could i be mad? he’s a good guy. plus, i like them together. he made her happy. and i like seeing her happy, it suits her.”
“you still love her, don’t you?” nana’s smile is sad, almost pitiful, as she watches the way max stares up at her. 
he doesn’t hestitate to nod, “yeah, i think i always will. she’s my first love, and there really is no getting over something as great as that.” 
“how did you hear?”
the nostalgic smile falls from his face. “charles called. didn’t think too much of it, we talk sometimes, try to get dinner with some of the other people we work with. but then he said it… to be honest i still haven’t really processed it.”
“it takes time dear.”
“how much time?”
nana shrugs, her small hand coming up to pat his shoulder. “i wish i knew son, i wish i knew.” 
he nods, trying to ignore the way hopelessness picks at his heart. “i uh… i’m gonna go say hi.”
she shoos him off, and max stands. he feels out of place, like he doesn’t belong. nobody spares him a second look as he walk to the front of the room. he wonders if everyone was reminiscing the same way he just was, thinking of all the greatest moments spent with her.
charles opens and extends his arms towards max when he spots him getting closer. they hug each other tightly, firm pats on the back. and when they pull away, they reflect the other: bloodshot eyes and sad smiles.
“i’m so sorry for your loss mate.” max mumbles. 
charles sniffles, running a tissue under his nose, “glad you could make it, she would’ve been happy to see you came.”
max turns towards her smile, immortalized in a frame forever. his eyes burn with tears, but he doesn’t try to stop them this time. he lets them fall onto his cheeks, for the first time since finding out, he allows himself to grieve. he grieves for all the good times and bad, he grieves for what was and what could’ve been. he grieves you for the second time in his life, this time forever.
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note: i know i have reqs & wips waiting for me. but i needed to get this out of my system. the itch has been scratched.
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mncxbe · 10 months
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11:11♡
𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
You get the love you think you deserve.
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: angst /melancholy
𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Dazai slowly falls in love with the woman who shelters him during the two years after he left the Mafia.
This is one of my first works and I'm so happy I finally get to share it with you. I wrote it while listening to the guitar version of Mary by Alex G. So basically that's the vibe. Enjoy!
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"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮"
That's what she always said.
He never gave too much thought to this idea until now. Not when they met that Friday evening in the dim-lit bar, not during the two year stay at her place and certainly not when she joined the organization he worked for. But now, as he was standing in front of her apartment buliding holding a bouquet of honeysuckle in one hand and saw him exit through the front doors, this thought popped into his mind.
It all started around four years ago. He never thought that someone could change his life as drastically as she did. She waltzed right into his mind and heart and never left. He still remembers their first encounter. He didn't even notice her staying on the red cushion chair opposite to his until she came over. "Hello stranger" she said as she set down her glass of champagne next to his "You look lonely". That evening she wore a crimson red dress. Her brown eyes looked so innocent, so kind. She took a seat next to him and extended her hand "I'm Y/N" she said with a warm smile on her face. As he shook her hand he didn't fail to notice how cold it was. He chuckled and took a sip of his drink. They talked about everything and nothing at the same time: favourite colours, great places to eat, cats and the weather. It was only when he mentioned his work that her wide smile turned into a frown. She listened as he told her all about his worries, how he was going to leave the mafia and had nowhere to go. When he was done talking she simply looked him in the eyes and offered to take him in. For a second he was awestruck, but he eventually agreed. They made their way back to her apartment, a way he still knows up to this day like the back of his hand.
They went up to the 17th floor. As soon as he entered her apartment he was met with a view of the city. The blinding lights of the buildings and boulevards blinded him. He heard her footsteps behind and turned to face her. A smile was plastered across her face as she crossed her arms.
"So? Do you like it here?" she asked.
"I love it" he replied.
In no more than three weeks he returned to her place carrying a bag with his belongings. He didn't pack almost any clothes so she would sometimes go and buy him some things.
It was funny for him to see how almost everything turned from hers to their. Her kitchen became their kitchen, her slippers, their slippers. After a while her bed became their bed, her memories became their memories. It was all too perfect and he knew that. The only thing that wasn't shared was his blooming love for her.
He first noticed the feelings on a rainy night after she returned from a gone-bad date with some guy. She was crying and he held her as she told him how shitty the dude was. He wanted to hold her like this forever, shield her from all the bad things in the world. "Y𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮". That's when she told him that night.
He never mentioned his feelings, but how could he? It would be wrong, unfair. She was so good to him, never asking for anything in return no matter how much she did. And she did a lot. She was always working and running around town, buying groceries, hanging out with friends, picking books for him to read while she was away. Kindness and friendship. That's what she showed him. She held him whenever he was sad or lonely and cooked for him on Sunday morning. Her favourite time of the year was Christmas. She always bought a tree that they decorated together. On new year's eve she was usually out with her friends but he always texted him some wishes at 12:00, followed by a long string of colourful hearts. The next day she would always sleep in so he made her breakfast in bed. That's how the years went by.
When he moved out 2 years later and joined the Ada she made sure that he had a new wardrobe full of clothes. "New job, new you" she said with a smirk on her face. He always loved that smile. The last day they spent together he made her promise not to tell anyone about the past two years. He was a brand new person with a future ahead and a career that couldn't be compromised. She reluctantly agreed and gave him a big hug before he left the apartment. He took almost everything he owned. All he left behind were some worn T-shirts. And his home, the only true home he ever had.
Around a year later she joined the organization as Ranpo's tutor. She wanted to pursue her dream of becoming a detective. She didn't have any ability and the job was dangerous, but if Ranpo managed to stay alive for so long so could she. Little did she know that he was protecting her from all dangers. It was time for him to keep her safe, to return her favour. Althought they had to hide their relationship, they still talked from time to time. He quickly got used to the sight of her in that grey uniform, with her hair tied up in a bun and a cup of coffee next to her as she was working on different cases.
One particular night the organization attended a party. She was there too, wearing a gorgeous black dress. Her heels made a clicking sound as she walked up to a waiter and took a glass of champagne from his tray. All eyes were on her that night, his included. She was mesmerizing. She danced and drank and cracked jokes with everyone, while he stood in the back observing her. It may have been the alcohol but that night he decided to finally confess his feelings. After all, she never had a boyfriend since they met, she never even saw anyone as far as he new and it must have meant something. Maybe she loved him too. He went to the bathroom to splash some cold water on his face but by the time he was back she was already gone. Kunikida said he didn't notice her leave so he started to worry. He quickly noticed the absence of his former tutor too, who was attending the party for the mafia. His heart sank when he considered the possibility of them leaving together but he brushed this thought away. He left the party soon after and opened her chat. The last message he sent was over a year ago "I'll come over tomorrow morning. Is that ok?" he quickly typed and pressed sent. The text came back almost instantaneously: "Ok Ill be waiting for you♡".
He smiled as he let his phone slide back into his pocket. She'll be waiting for him.
The next morning he made sure to put on his nicest clothes and bought her her favourite flowers. His anxiety increased as
he was approaching her building, not knowing what exactly he was going to say to her. Confessing after all these years seemed like madness, but he was a madman. His train of thought was interruped by a familiar figure leaving the building. Akutagawa. He didnt even notice him as he closed the grand doors, a dumb smile on his face. It was a smile he himself wore whenever he saw her. The smile of a man in love. His hopes shattered at this sight. All his fears came true and he started spiraling. But suddenly his mind cleared, her voice sounding loud and clear in his head: "𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮" .
He sighed and turned around, letting the bouquet fall from his hands as he turned around and made his way back home.
A few minutes after he entered his apartment his phone chimed. He saw her name on the display:
"Are you still coming over? It s almost noon :(". A sad grin made its way to his lips as he quickly texted back "Sorry I won't make it today. Don't worry it was nothing important anyway. Go get some rest". He set his phone down without waiting for her reply and he grabbed his glass of whiskey. His vision began to blur as he sipped his drink. Soon after tears started streaming down his face like a waterfall. He cried away all his sorrows and regrets, but this time she wasn't by his side to comfort him.
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// the honeysuckle is a symbol of pure happiness. In addition, it conveys messages of sweetness and affection. At its heaviest interpretation, the honeysuckle represents the flames of love, and the tenderness for love that has been lost.
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Hi hey omf I'm so glad you like my art and such cndmnd and even let me request stuff your writing is so amazing btw omf sorry this got me excited hahaha
But yeah yeah you said I can request anything and if it's cool for you to write abt my lil concept of Donna keeping MC's skull w her?? If it's not too much that is hahah I have the context for it in a reblog— Anyways yeah omf you're so cool ncmsns
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For the readers, this is the art @knightlystargazer is referencing to. A wonderful and beautiful piece of work!
Also, ask and you shall receive, always!
Now some trigger warnings: Mildish Gore, violence, depiction of mental breakdown and obsession
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Donna felt the red from her vision clearing away. Still, she only saw red. It was on her clothes, her hands, even on her face. She was covered in red.
The florist knew something has went terribly wrong. The blood was pounding in her ears so loud that she didn't even hear the loud cackling of someone else in her shop. Instead, Donna helplessly stared at her hands, before finally looking down at what she has done.
There, underneath her lay you. The person Donna so dearly loved. Still loves. And you were covered in even more red than Donna. It was all over the floor, and all of it coming from the heart. The very same heart that Donna adored to hear the beat of. Just laying her head against your chest and listening to your heart like it's her own lullaby.
One, two, three, dear lord how many times did I ---?
Donna's hands began to tremble violently, her eyes filling with tears. Her face was so covered in red that anyone would think she was crying tears of blood. And maybe she was, as Donna let out a desperate wail of grief and loss.
The laughter sound of the intruder only got louder at the pained screams of Donna. The florist immediately whipped her face towards the cause of this whole tragedy. The damned monster who has taken away everything from her.
"You! You fucking bitch."
Donna snarled, making Mother Miranda laugh louder. Donna saw red again, but this time it was caused by her own love, and not some twisted spell this witch stabbed her with.
Donna lunged for the woman, her knife ready for taking Miranda's throat. Unlike Miranda who has her cult for protection, Donna has lived her whole life in a war for survival. It wasn't difficult for Donna to physically overpower Miranda.
Donna felt herself crack even more when Miranda just smiled to her face, even with a knife against her throat.
"Go ahead, take my head for all I care. But your so called dolcezza won't come back. Not for you, at least."
Tears burned in Donna's eyes. That's right, what's the use of bloodying her hands with this witch's blood? The timeline would be reset again, and Miranda will make sure that her dolcezza would never even look at her. No, just like the previous rounds, Donna would be a outsider. Trapped in her greenhouse with hemlock and oleanders. Watching everyone else take you away from her.
Donna pushed Miranda away with a frustrated scream, feeling her sanity slipping away like grains of fine sand through a sieve. It's over. It's all over for her. All her life, all Donna has done is to make sure others are happy. Whether it be her sister, Angie, the Dimiterescu family and even this damned Miranda. The one time when she got someone that makes her happy, and it gets taken away.
"Why not spare me just this one round? Just one round?!"
Miranda this time didn't laugh at her. Instead she just looked at a crying Donna with what looks like borderline pity.
"You're just like me. You would have never let go either."
Donna cried harder, dropping to her knees beside her long gone dolcezza. She heard Miranda walking away, but she didn't care. She instead clutched at you, her fingers pressing down on the marks that she has left on the gentle body. Hoping against hope that blood would just stop flowing.
"You promised. You promised. You promised you'll never leave me!"
Donna looked around frantically, searching for something, anything that would keep you with her. Her eyes fell on a potted plant blooming Oleanders.
A flower that means captivating love. A love that is yours forever. A love that she wishes was hers forever.
A twisted smile formed on Donna's red face, knowing what she can do now to keep you with her, forever.
Sarai sempre mio, tesoro
You will always be mine, darling
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Slip
Written for @hinnymicrofic September 15, 2023
Sorry if I'm a day late. I loved the prompt and I really wanted to write this! Sorry if it is also a bit too long (650 words).
Ginny was miserable. The ride from King’s Cross to the Burrow had been a drag. She had not cried or shown any emotion since Harry had broken up with her. She did not want to make things harder than they already were, for herself and for Harry. But she had not had the strength to see him again, to talk to him: it hurt too much, everything was still too fresh.
She had decided not to tell anyone about their relationship: she did not want teasing or anger from her brothers, and she did not need pity from her parents. It was for the best; no one could understand anyway. Harry was what she had always wanted, first as a crush, then as admiration and attraction, finally – no point in denying it – as love. He was everything she had ever wanted, and now that she had seen that reality was even better than her wildest fantasy, she had to watch him slip away. It hurt even more. She knew it was all for a stupid, noble reason. She didn’t blame Harry, and the fact that she couldn’t really get mad at him only made it harder.
Night had fallen now, and Ginny was safely cocooned in the sacred, enclosed space of her room. Now that no one could see her, she could finally cry. She cried for what had been, and even more for what might have been, and then she cried for what might never be. It was silent weeping: no sobs, just the slow, unrelenting trickle of tears. In the absolute silence of the Burrow, a single word slipped from her lips, “Harry”. Barely more than a whisper, it was as if his name had been ripped away against her will from the cage she had built around her heart.
At that very moment, Molly walked past her door. She had known right away that something was wrong with her daughter. She heard her anguished whisper and opened the door. He saw her in tears, slumped on the bed, looking more miserable than she had seen her since the Chamber of Secrets. For a moment, a long look passed between mother and daughter, then, without a word, Molly took Ginny’s favorite brush, sat down on the bed beside her, and began to brush her hair as she had done every night when she was a child. The gesture, so familiar, broke down the barriers Ginny had built up and she told her everything. Molly listened in silence.
“I feel like a baby!” Ginny finally exclaimed, angry at herself for what she considered a sign of childish weakness.
“We all need to feel like children sometimes,” Molly replied calmly, “but you made a woman’s choice. I’m proud of you.”
Ginny turned to see a smile of affection on her mother’s face. She could only nod.
“Let me tell you something.” She added as she finished combing her daughter’s hair. “If you really think Harry is the one for you, if you’re absolutely sure, if you... if you think you love him...”
Molly paused and looked her daughter straight in the eyes, the same shade of chocolate as her own.
“If you think you love him, don’t give up on him. If there is any motherly advice I can ever give you, it is this: never give up on love. If we give up on love, then we have already lost everything. Love is stronger than anything. I know it won’t be easy, I know it may be the hardest thing anyone can ask of you, but you are strong, and love is always worth it. Dare to dream and always dare to love.”
For the first time that day, a small smile appeared on Ginny’s face as she nodded in response. She watched her mother slip out of her room and thought that no, she would never stop daring to dream and daring to love.
You can now read all my Hinny microfics on AO3 and Fanfiction.net as well. Here is the link to the collections:
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14278093/1/This-is-Just-for-the-Two-of-Us-HarryGinny-Microfics-Collection
https://archiveofourown.org/works/50063902?view_full_work=true
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Only Our Love // Chapter Three: Fate.
A/N: Edward ran away, Y/N is out here having a panic attack, and Emmett’s just like...pretty? Pretty wife?? A pretty wife all for me??!?
Pairing: Emmett Cullen x Reader (female).
Taglist: @weirdaesthetickid @twilightlover2007
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Emmett’s POV.
She was beautiful.
It was all I could think about as the strange girl looked at up me so suddenly, eyes wide and lips stopping in a half-apology. The touch of her was fire on my skin...the sound of her voice was the prettiest damn thing I’d ever heard. I’d seen plenty pretty girls, lovely girls, a few decades worth. Hell, vampire women were another kind of beauty entirely and I’d had my share of fun, the womanizing ways for my human life following me into the afterlife…
But she was unlike anything else.
I had wanted to say something to her, something charming and sweet and certain to sweep her off her feet. Flashing that dimpled smile that had so often gotten me exactly what I wanted, she had surprised me yet again, heart stopping still within her chest. Fear. It was painted all over her pretty face and that wasn’t surprising to me really. Most humans were mesmerized by our beauty and allure, it was all apart of the hunt and appeal of immortality. But they still did sense, in some ways, the present danger of us and some picked up on it more then others. Perhaps she was one of them, I considered. A clever kind of rabbit looking up at the wolf.
And yet, I was still entranced.
It was something in the touch of her, hands resting upon my chest, and in her eyes despite the burning terror she’d so clearly felt.
Say something, I’d begged myself. Make her talk to me, notice me.
A part of me wanted her to touch me again, to feel her hands on my skin. Would it still be as soft as it had been before? I had wanted to hear the sound of her voice, that one brief, half-spoken word all I had to claim...it had been so sweet, so pretty, and I tried to think of something to say, some question to ask in effort to encourage the pretty thing to speak again. But before I could, she had bolted away as though I were on fire, running into the busy halls without ever looking back.
That was strange...they always looked back. Even when we scared them, they looked at us, they just couldn’t help it.
A charming smile fell from my face in an instant, watching her go with a bitter sadness.
She never looked back.
Not once. But I watched her go in wonder, never once taking my eyes off of her and listening to the sweet song of her heart. There was a sweet scent in the air, my mind too muddled to place it just then. Had I made a mistake? Had I scared her too much? But what, I asked myself, could I have done so wrong when I did nothing at all?
I had only been standing there. She’d only touched me.
“Emmett?”
Alice appeared with dreams and worries in her eyes, mumbling not about Jasper...but about Edward. That was a strange too, surprising me a little bit. It was usually Jasper she was focused on and with reason. Not only were they adoring mates, so in love it almost gave me a toothache to see it, Jasper had...struggled with the diet change. I understood it myself, most of us had slipped up here and there and Edward had his awkward vigilante vampire phase for a while. Dollar store Batman or something. But Jasper’s hunger was like anything else, as though something from within his heart was gnawing at his rib cage and begging, aching to be fed. Without meaning too, it would seep from his heart and into ours, when it got bad. But he always reeled it back in and left for sometime afterwards, hunting for a long time. It was violence, I had always thought. The thrill of hunting, of killing, that moment where you sank your teeth into a pretty neck and took it all, blood and soul.
That was what truly he craved, something more then just to be fed. It was what we all wanted besides Carlisle. But today her dreamy eyes, alight with visions, and thoughts were on Edward, murmuring about him and a girl and a song…
Until she said my name too.
“Emmett,” Alice sang. “She’s so pretty…”
I knew at once who she spoke of, smiling over the thought of her. Damn, she was pretty, wasn’t she? But there was no time to dream. The Volvo was already gone when we left the school, Alice searching the crowd. We took my jeep instead, speeding out of the parking lot and nearly clipping that Mike guy. Returning home together and dragging Jasper behind us, Alice drove as quickly as she could without risking a pedestrian becoming roadkill. We were too late. Edward had already ran, panicked and horrified with himself, Alice watching from afar. The sight of Esme’s worried face made my heart ache a little bit, immediately going to my adoptive mother’s side. I often considered myself lucky to have had two mothers, created from one’s blood and another’s venom, but loved endlessly by both. Not everyone got that. And I was grateful for it, a gentle hand placed on Esme’s shoulder.
“He’ll be okay,” I promised. “I know everything’s going to be okay.”
Maybe she didn’t believe me.
But in my experience, things had a way of working out not matter how bad they got. I’d gotten myself into plenty of trouble as a human but had always gotten out of it in one piece...hell, even a bear hadn’t changed that, Esme swooping in to save me at the last moment.
So I believed in it and comforted her, Jasper on the phone with Carlisle and speaking quietly.
He came home quickly, our coven leader. And with a silent hand, we all followed him to the table. We didn’t eat in the dining room, we held meetings. Taking vote when it was time to move, settling disputes as they got out of hand (Ed and Jas butted heads more then they liked to admit, sometimes Carlisle sent them both off to hunt for a while), and handling whatever problems we accidentally caused along the way.
“I know we are all worried about this,” Carlisle began, taking Esme’s hand. “About Edward. But I know my son. Despite his struggles, he’s always followed the right path in the end. He’s always come home to us and he will again, won’t he, Alice?”
There was hope in Esme’s eyes as she looked at my sister, her strange little daughter.
None of us truly understood Alice, not even Edward (her favorite brother) nor Jasper, though he was certainly the only one to come close. That kind of gift just makes you strange beyond measure, even setting her apart from most vampires...but she was ours, wasn’t she? Our little weirdo, my little sister, and we loved her and the strangeness that came along with her too.
“He will...he’s coming home,” she said carefully. “But he hasn’t figured that out yet. If we push or pull, he’ll only fight it. Time. He needs time.”
“How long?” Esme begged.
“There’s no telling,” Alice said softly. “A few days, a few weeks. But he’s coming back.”
“Why would he leave to begin with?” Carlisle asked.
At that, she faltered, trying to figure out what to say. Edward was a private creature, a funny thought coming from a telepath. But he was quiet and Alice knew that, not wishing to cross a boundary only she could see yet. I had my own suspicions, thinking back to that Bella girl, but I didn’t say anything about that.
“He’s at a crossroads. There’s so many things that could wrong with this, so many way he could get hurt...or hurt someone else. But there’s something beautiful too,” Alice said, eyes bright and smiling softly. “There’s a happy ending.”
The best kind of ending, the ones she always looked for.
And that was enough for Esme, for all of us.
Carlisle, still holding Esme’s hand, took her away. The soft sliding of the glass door signaled us all that they’d left the house, a quiet conversation vanishing in the distance. And Jasper did not stick around, the overwhelming emotions scaring him off….but Alice lingered behind, smiling at me.
“There’s a happy ending for you too,” she sang sweetly.
I thought of that pretty girl at once, the touch of her and the way she’d spoken so softly. If I didn’t know any better, I would have sworn that my heart had fluttered.
“She doesn’t like me,” I replied. “I think I must have scared her or something.”
“No, no, it’s not you. I can’t fully see what it is but I don’t think it’s entirely about you...there’s something else there. Something happened to Y/N.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know...I can’t see it yet,” Alice murmured, seeming almost annoyed about that. She hated being blind to something, made her feel unsafe. “It’s strange, you know, my gift. There’s so many things that can happen, so many choices to make, and it’s always changing. There’s no such thing as one set future. But I know that’s going to be happy ending, Emmett.”
Would it be?
It was easy to believe it, the dreams glowing in her eyes as Alice slipped away and returned to her own happy ending. Sometimes, I was jealous of Edward, wishing I could see her magi too. All the happy endings in her head, keeping track of ‘em and helping them along the way. She was like some kooky, Addams Family fairy godmother, making happily ever afters wherever she went. Without another thought, I left the house too, avoiding the path Esme and Carlisle had trekked and making my own. The truth of it was, I was lonely. I’d never admitted it, not even to myself, because I never had too. My life was full in many ways and I’d found a distraction or two over the years...but I wanted more then that, I always had. I wanted what they had.
Esme and Carlisle, Jasper and Alice, all of the couples we’d wandered upon here and there through our journeys.
I wanted someone who looked at me like I was the sun and stars, someone to be my moon. To be able to sense my heart without even trying, as though it were there own. It was the best part of eternal life, I’d been told, and the only comfort through the worst of it.
A mate.
She hadn’t meant to make me, my mother.
It was an accident. And while she never regretted it, I thought that she, in some way, sensed my loneliness and felt some regret for that. If Esme had her way, there would be nothing but happy for the whole lot of us. But they had some hangups about turning people unless they were dying, the thought of it almost wounding me as I walked through the woods. Humans were such delicate creatures. Skin like silk, bones like glass, far too easy to break.
Would she be okay? Out there on her own, a million things could happen.
A fire breaking out in the home, a car crash leaving her mangled, a fall down the steps snapping Y/N’s pretty little neck before I ever had the chance to kiss it.
“Y/N...”
The sound of her name filled me sweetly, falling so easily from my lips. I whispered it again and again, delighting at the taste of each letter. I hadn’t gotten the chance to know her name before, she’s run before I could say a thing. I’d only learned it from Alice.
Would she keep running from me?
Would she always be afraid of me?
A wind spun through the trees, forest dancing along with it. But there was something else. Some sweet, familiar scent that made me smile. At once I bolted through the forest, no more then a blur as I ran. Clambering up a tree, I leapt from the treetops, laughing as I flew through the air. A flock of birds fluttered away in fright, bursting into the air with terrified song. Slowly, the sweet scent became stronger, pulling me farther and farther.
There!
I’d never noticed it, the little house tucked into the trees. In the endless sea of green and gray, the blue of it stood out in such a lovely manner. It was so different from our home, a massive and modern thing, with it’s sleek wood and shining glass wall. This place was small and cozy, perhaps a little rundown. The paint was faded and peeling, a slight scent of rotten wood drifting in the air. Hidden in the trees, I watched the back of the house, sensing something moving through the walls. The balcony windows lit up as someone flicked a light on and I smiled, Y/N coming into view. For a moment, she paced the bedroom, unable to sit still. But quickly she came to the balcony, sliding open the door and stepping into the twilight.
I had not realized that she lived so far our of town...and so close to me.
But here she was, making me melt all over again and I didn’t know why. Happy endings, Alice had promised.
Hair still wet from a shower, I could smell the conditioner, the scent I could not place before. Honeysuckle. My favorite flower. Wearing an over-sized, paint spattered tee shirt, I counted the colors briefly as he small, shaking had rose up, rubbing her neck. She leaned on the railing and closed her eyes, face turned towards the sky.
She was worried. And scared.
And I wanted to reach out to her, to ask her what was wrong. Tell me, I begged. Whatever it is, I can fix it. Give me your burdens and I will bear them, I’m strong enough.
But it suddenly occurred to me that I was a stranger to her, nothing more then a weird guy she went to school with. And although Alice had assured me of the happy things in store, it wasn’t like I could just assure her that everything would work out because, hey, my psychic sister said so! How reassuring was that?
Her eyes opened slowly.
Y/N lingered for a moment more, watching the twilight darken into blackness before going inside. It was weird, wasn’t it, watching her like this? But it made me feel better somehow. Knowing she was close by and safe made me calmer. I promised myself that was as far as this would go. I’d never enter the home without her blessing and, if I had to watch over her, it would be from afar. I wasn’t about to be some weirdo sneaking into a girl’s bedroom at night. Everyone already thought that we were weird enough, we didn’t need anyone getting arrested to boot. Climbing down from the tree, I landed on the earth with a quiet thud, dirt clouding around my feet.
Her bedroom light flicked off, a small blue lamp the only light in the dark.
With the lace curtain shut, I could only see her silhouette, black shadow painted in cerulean blue. God, she was pretty.
I had to force myself to walk through the woods, returning home, not wanting to leave her behind. I thought about what Esme and Alice had told me about mating, when I’d asked them once. They’d both loved their mates right away, without question. Esme had met Carlisle before and never forgot him, thinking it was some strange kind of heaven when he’d saved her...and Alice had loved Jasper from that very first vision, never questioning it.
It was the other two that took some time about it.
Maybe that was happening now. Maybe, I thought, I was the one who feel in love at first sight and Y/N was the one in need of time.
Well, I had plenty to spare, didn’t I?
Smiling all the way home, I knew that Jasper and Alice were gone for the night. Jas probably needed a break and she was his only comfort, going along with him. Carlisle was gone, probably at work again. No lights had been turned on, the house dark, but it didn’t bother any of us. We saw just as well in the darkness as we did in the daylight. Through the windows, starlight spilled in and I smiled at the sight of it. But Esme was home and sitting at the piano, playing a soft little tune. A lullaby. I stopped for a moment, listening to it.
“Emmett,” she called. “Emmett, honey, come here.”
Far too big to sit on the bench with her, I knelt on the floor instead. She ran her hand through my hair, playing with curls, just as she had done that bloody, bloody day.
“Tell me,” she whispered. “Alice already did but I want to hear it from you. Tell me about her.”
And so, as my mother played me a lullaby, I told her about the prettiest girl I’d ever know, whose name tasted like magic on my lips and whose hair smelled of honeysuckles. She was afraid of me but that was okay, because I would show her that she didn’t need to be. I told her of everything I wanted and hoped that would be one day, of the happy ending I’d been promised.
It was almost like dreaming.
The stars alight through the window, a lullaby, the story about a beautiful girl and a mighty beast. It could have been a dream.
But it was real and it was mine, everything I’d been waiting for.
I hoped, in that moment, though I said nothing of it, that Esme might stop feeling guilty for all of it. For me. Because if Alice was right, my happily ever after was finally beginning and a piece of heaven to covet would be worth the fires of hell.
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Hi if request is open n ur up to it, will u pls do piper x reader from charmed? After leo left to become elder, piper grew close to u as friend. When chris come back to the past, he pushes u to reveal ur feeling for piper convincing u she feel the same. But when time for him being conceived grew near, piper ended up reconcile with leo which broke ur heart despite piper plead that she loves u n chris backing it up, u left. Whatever happen after is up to u.
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You swore never to be this. You swore you would be better. She was married. You were smarter than this. 
You told yourself this until the moment you looked up at her. When her calm aura entered your shop, you were enchanted. "Big bad?" you asked hopefully. 
Piper Halliwell smiled up at you, in her crooked way. She had such a confident air, especially when she was talking potions. "No. Just an everyday one." 
You wrinkled your nose. What a disappointing life, to anyone. To fight demons every week. Nearly every day, but she was especially talented at destroying the little ones. "How can I help?" You lifted the employee's entrance of the counter, walking out to meet her after closing it behind you. 
The eldest of the Charmed Ones had a brilliant smile when she put it all into it. You were constantly set aflutter by them. Your light butterflies actually hovered high up along the ceiling, flapping about when you were especially charmed. "I need all the basic blinding potions and a few pig's feet." 
You looked sideways at the powerful witch. "You let me know if you want an extra hand." Warlocks were easy. If Belthazar was back, they had cause to worry. He had always caused such problems and continually broke Phoebe's heart. You wouldn't be able to stand the consequences of his newest return. 
Piper was a worrier, you knew that. She liked to make sure everyone was safe and cared for. "I don't want you anywhere near what I-"
"I'm a witch too, your majesty. I fight evil just as much as you, but little guys. I can hold my own." You smiled back at her, reluctantly as well. She was married, you reminded yourself. To an Elder never allowed to be around, but married nonetheless. And they had a son, and a whitelighter. You offered to help as another servant of Good, but you couldn't get involved. 
You knew that. 
But their whitelighter was fond of you. Every time they called you in on a 'family emergency', he was the most open with you. You found it bizarre. Did you know future boy from when he was from? "When are you gonna sell that rundown shop?" Chris asked the next time you went that way. 
You laughed, helping Piper separate the herbs. You loved two-person potions. They required chemistry. While you knew it was wrong, it also felt like validation. Like you hadn't done anything wrong... alone. The married gal felt something for you. But you were good friends. Perhaps you truly were evil, and only seeing what you wanted to, and catching feelings for a married woman. 
Chris held his head, like he got a dentist drilling his teeth and giving him a headache. Piper had once explained the feeling of a charge in their head from when she'd traded powers with her... husband. 
You had to keep remembering him. You carried on, because there was no way anyone picked up on that idle thought. "I don't plan to. I imagine I'll work there until I die." 
Chris laughed under his breath and shook his head in vague argument. "I'm gonna go check in with Paige, see if that drawing trick is coming along." So he went upstairs, but stayed on the middle platform, listening in on who he'd left alone. He was doing his best to follow the timeline, but his parental generation was stubborn. He had to clap a hand over his mouth at the corny jokes you made at the woman, worse than he'd imagined when being told how you got started. 
But your jokes weren't enough. His mom was lonely, he could see it, and he was sick of it. 
Orbing into your shop, not a gentle way to reunite. You jumped and dropped your new shipment of crystal balls. Chris was only able to save the amount he could hold, two. He grimaced at you from the awkward position he was in. He was hunched sideways, one knee up to help balance the ball he had a less sturdy grip on. 
With a sigh, you took one of the remaining crystals. “We’ll just put them out, then, won’t we,” you said rhetorically. You walked through the worker’s passageways. 
“I’ll work for free to pay for that,” he offered boyishly.
You laughed at him over your shoulder, pleasing him as you obviously wasn’t too mad. You never had been at him and he was glad you didn’t start. You led him out into the main shop, to the table not sparcely decorated, but well decorated. It made the table look a little cramped with the additions, but you’d sort it later. “I think you’d just break more.” 
“I’m not that bad,” the man argued, backing into an insense table. If it wasn’t for his telekinesis, you’d make him stay to re-color code the types. Instead, he summoned them from the floor and back where they belonged. 
You took a good look around the shop and out the window, hoping you weren’t too obvious. Humiliation wasn’t your intention. 
“Sorry.” He grimaced. “Look, I just wanted to say… you should come over more. To the manor. Or even P3.” 
You moved to reoganize your display table. Chris came over to help, but the light followed your glare and lightly burned his hand. He didn’t help. “I can’t just appear to help and P3 is awfully public.” 
Chris rolled his eyes over your shoulder, stunned at how dense you were. “Not as a demon hunter, or even a witch. You could just come and dance, buy mo-Piper a drink.” 
Chris was pleased to see your embarassment at the implication and not noticing his slipup. You turned away from the boy, a little put out that he was telling you your business. 
“Dress down. Have some fun,” he babbled, continuing to distract you from his screw up. 
You looked at him sympathetically. “I didn’t know matchmaking was a whitelighter’s job. I know cupids and you are sort of known at angels, but I didn’t think you duti-”
“We don’t,” Chris cut you off. He didn’t want you to talk yourself out of remembering what he said. “But I can feel how Piper feels about you, and I can see how you feel about her.” 
After a moment, you tilted your head to look up at the tall boy. “You can feel what your charges do?” 
Chris shrugged. “Whitelighter thing. Sorry you never got one.”
*
You may not have had a Whitelighter, but you had your own angel. You weren’t sure if you believed it yet, but Chris was right. You were in her kitchen, helping her cook with your menial skills to compliment her chef-worthy cuisine. You were doing as you were told. Then setting the table and cleaning the dishes she was one with. Piper said not a word as she watched you solve one of the any problems she faced nightly. “So, she made her breasts how big?” you asked once your part was done. Mostly. Piper was still cooking so you would have more to clean. 
“Well, it stretched out her shirt once we reversed it,” Piper sassed. That was enough to tell you.
You smiled, covering your lips at her sister’s expense. “And then punched her co-worker.” 
“Well, we Halliwells-”
“-all need a strink!” you finished, laughing lightly before wondering if that was too far. 
“Honey, I’ve said the same thing,” Piper sassed back at you, getting the last food in it’s serving dish. You took turns carrying them all out to the dinning room. 
You winced when she shouted to gather all of the family and distanced yourself from the loud whistle which followed by getting Wyatt. “Hey, there, buddy. We’re about to eat some supper so I thought you might like yours.” You spoke to the kid like he understood you and explained everything you were doing as you did it, giving the kid a bottle. 
You happily cleaned the dishes after the meal and Piper showed her appreciation by staying in the kitchen with you. Wyatt hung in his sun room rocker bed, set on the table while the mom drank a glass of wine after supper. Somehow, she looked softer than usual. It was just you and Piper, not the famous witch, the Charmed One. 
“Thank you, for this.” 
You smiled to yourself. “Well, you provided the sustenence. I best use it.” 
Piper smiled at your back. “You know, you’re always here when I need you.” 
You shrugged, setting a plate in the drain rack. 
“It’s not nothing.” Piper got loud sometimes, never with you, but this was a firm statement she expected you to accept simply because she said it. “A lot of the people in my life haven’t stuck around. And I know everyone has to leave someday, but I’m happy to have you here now.” She felt like that simplified it enough. 
You scrubbed down the last pot, running the sponge back and forth on one side of a circle to keep busy. But your mind was what was really busy. It raced, packed with ideas. You remembered Chris’ encouragement. “Go out with me,” you blurted out. Your eyes bugged. You actually said it. 
“Wh-what?” Piper stammered. 
You set the pot down and turned around to face her. “I know you’re married, and complicated. But I also know you and Leo have not been together since you became a Goddess- and whoa, by the way. That dress, your- whoa.” 
Piper smiled, flattered. 
“A-and I’m not the type to be a mistress. And I don’t want anything major while you’re still married. Not that I’m in the position to demand a-” 
The witch must have frozen you and stepped in front of you because she wasn’t there then she was. She set the wine glass by the sink. 
“I- don’t want it to spill, or break.”
Piper pushed you against the counter, having no care for the glass or the alcohol. Your eyes went onyx at the action and you watched as she slowly leaned in, playing with you. She suddenly looked up in your eyes. “I’ll get a divorce. You’re right.” Then she leaned forward, still teasing. “And we can wait a little longer, right?” she asked confidently, pulling back. 
You surged forward and pressed your lips to the corner of hers. She turned fast, her brown hair swinging as she chased you. You ducked under her arm and raced out the door. “Yes, ma’am!” you responded in a laugh, leaving. 
Piper couldn’t freeze you or you never would have made it out of the kitchen.
*
Weeks of teasing was so hot, but you were turning bitter because of the amount of hot water you weren’t using anymore. Piper had the papers; Leo wasn’t showing up. You were sure he knew Piper’s plan but in any event, you started distancing yourself. More. After the initial terms, you’d tried. But the Halliwell was like a drug and you couldn’t resist. And you just loved hanging out with her. But you wanted to kiss her. Leo did eventually show, but it was a crisis of course so the personal business was put on hold. Of course. Truly, it was right. But you didn’t want to work with the man who’s life you were about to ruin. Technically, already had. 
And now you couldn’t stop thinking about the look she gave when she got back. You kissed her immediately, not giving a damn about her ex who got her into that insaneo situation in the first place. 
But she’d insisted on space so you’d given it to her. Of course, you did. You were waiting in the attic for her to show back up, two hours and a numb butt to prove it. Eventually, you just had to stand. You walked down the steps slowly, not in any hurry, never wanting to rush. You passed Piper’s bedroom to hear Phoebe rambling inside. Frowning, you weren’t one to overlook when Phoebe was nervous. 
Of course it was complicated. 
“Paige and I.. know what happened with you and Leo... last night,” Phoebe finally began to explain. The stone in your stomach came back like it always did. 
Piper laughed, not honestly. She was nervous too. Oh, God, what happened? “Wha- Excuse me.”
The sisters wanted to be sisters. And they were good sisters, they were supporting her. Paige jumped in, “Not because anybody told us or... anything. It’s just... because of Chris.” You frowned. 
“Chris? Why- why would Chris know.. what happened.. last night?”
“Well, because he wouldn’t be here if it didn’t,” Phoebe tried to clue her in. 
You were still trying to deduce what your lover and her ex-husband did. Timeboy was- time boy. Tears welled up in your eyes. He couldn’t- she wouldn’t- they... didn’t....
“Yeah, see, we’ve known for a while. We just didn’t know how to talk to you and Leo about it.” 
Piper wasn’t looking hard enough. “Talk to us about what?” 
You turned and softly pressed yourself against the wall. Piper was pregnant, great, with future boy, better, with Leo’s second son? You stopped listening. You couldn’t help thinking of every time Piper kissed Leo away while she was on an innocent mission and he had a charge. Or an Elder thing. Or when the kisses stopped. But they did more than kiss. 
You were snapped out of your whirlwind thoughts by your name. You looked up at Chris... Halliwell.... And you turned away. You faced the stairs, stumbling your way to them. “Are you-?” 
Piper, your siren, she called to you like she always did. But you couldn’t listen. You glided down the stairs. The turn on the landing let your peripheral see Piper’s fingers flick to keep you there. Only, you were a good witch and therefore free to leave. 
“Y/N, please listen-” You were so sure Piper didn’t have a clue what to say, what excuse to give. 
“Mom loves you,” Chris pleaded, everyone following you down the stairs. Two bundles of orbs tried to block your path, but you burst them before the people could materialize. You ran to your car, and ran from your heartbreak. 
*
You hired help. You had her trained in a week. She was a witch friend so she knew the merchandise. And she knew you had history with a Charmed One. One who came by every day and you avoided without fail. You had the new girl tell her you were gone on vacation every time, but Piper wouldn’t stop. Your heart cracked in your chest all over again every time you saw her. But you just beat yourself up. It was your idiocy that got you in this position in the first place. You knew- you knew it was a bad idea to get involved with a married woman. Hell, you hadn’t even got involved so how were you heartbroken? 
She was in your apartment when you got home. You wanted to send all her lights to burn the shit out of her, but magic didn’t work on good witches so you didn’t bother. You hung up your keys. “Chris?” 
“He says we get together, hard. His words,” she tried to excuse herself from the harsh language. 
Your eyes fell to her stomach, where Chris was. 
Piper brought her hands together, conveniently covering where you were looking. “I thought Leo was going to die. It’s no excuse; we had a plan, but he was dying.” 
You crossed your arms. “Well, now he’s not. He’s not fawning over you, not gonna leave the Elders for you?” 
Piper eyed the ground. “He offered.” 
You nodded. “Should take it.” 
Brown eyes suddenly penetrated you. “What?” 
The floor held your attention now. “You have a kid with him, another on the way. You’re married, in love. Could be happy.” You shrugged. 
The witch watched the familiar motion with her own breaking heart. She had felt for you long before Leo came into her life. You never lied to her about who you were. You explained potions and all the witch stuff early on. A lot was trial and error, but she had her sisters and when she really needed it, she had you. She just wanted the steady, normal handyman. Well, he was a lot less handy and reliable than she had thought. And he didn’t age; not good for the ego. She stepped closer to you. “We tried that. He doesn’t know his priorities.” 
You shrugged again. 
“You’ve always been there for me.” It was like she was just noticing. You finally met her gaze. She smiled, not victory, but what else could this be called? “I’m sorry I never saw it.” She stepped closer to you again. 
Your eyes filled with tears because she did see it, in the end. She saw you and you thought she knew how she felt, but she knew and felt and then did what she did. What else could you have expected? She was always married.
“And I’m sorry I… relapsed. He can go back to heaven and stay there, though, because he signed the papers.” 
You shut your eyes at the news. You’d been waiting weeks to hear Leo even showed up. To not have to argue with him was a relief. But multiple deeds had been done. The tree was poisoned. It would be best all around to start fresh. Plant new roots. Only, Piper couldn’t. “You’re pregnant with his child. You’re going to want him to be around. He's going to want to be around.” 
Piper took one more step to you and you were breathing in each other’s air. “He knows that. I know that. But we’re done. Please.”
You shook your head. Why wasn’t she understanding? “I know we’re all complicated, but you’re really complicated right now.” 
Now, the Charmed One shook her head. “Not anymore. I want you. I want-” She dropped her purse and cupped your face, dragging you in for a long kiss. You held her wrists, but was helpless to the pull, reciprocating in full. One arm looped around your back and pulled you to slide right against the brunette. 
You lost the structure in your spine to look up at her. “Witch,” you bitched under your breath before surging back up to kiss her with more force.
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New chapter!
Having just recovered his lost memories, Jaskier is back to his ebullient self but Geralt is about to lose more than he bargained for.
"Let me tell you a tale of a white haired witcher and his loveable, loveable bard."
The audience gathered round Jaskier, who stood on top of a table in the midst of an extravagant narrative performance. Different than his usual musical gigs, this was no less spirited.
He and Geralt had decided that Jaskier could tell an adventurous story which would hopefully spread quicker than the horror stories that had preceded them until now. This tale told of heroics and kindness, a warrior saving the day, and a love stronger than all else.
"The mighty witcher slashed his sword, a flash of lightning in the dark!" Jaskier mimed the action to match his words, drawing an ooo from all listeners. He threw his hands in the air for dramatic effect. "And with that, the monster was slayed!"
Roars of approval erupted.
"The witcher's charming bard - did I mention he was charming? - healed the White Wolf's wounds with the power of his love alone. And the witcher welcomed his bard into his arms and his heart, where he would cherish him forevermore."
When the story was done, the gathered crowd clapped and cheered. Jaskier bowed theatrically, eating up the accolades with much preening.
As Geralt fondly watched his husband shaking hands and accepting drinks at the bar, he found himself wishing for this sort of joy to last forever. If he could have given his husband every last drop of his happiness so Jaskier would never be without, Geralt would have done it. Even if it meant he never felt anything again.
Geralt's emotions got the better of him too often. For a witcher reportedly stony cold, Geralt felt deeply. Guilt, anger, fear, love. All of those things had driven him to every decision he'd ever made. Some of those decisions were regrettable, deeply so. If he hadn't felt the way he did…
A whispered voice called to him, loud and clear despite the hubbub.
"Witcher…"
He turned his head, eyes sweeping the room until they settled on a figure in the doorway - a woman all in white, long dark hair flowing as if stirred by a mysterious breeze. She crooked a finger, beckoning the witcher.
Geralt stared. It couldn't be…
He rose and swept through the crowd, needing to prove that his mind wasn't lying to him, that the woman was real, not an hallucination brought on by bad ale. He should have known better - the dead didn't return. Still, he couldn't turn back.
When he stepped outside into the cool darkness of night, the ghostly figure greeted him with a haunting smile.
"Hello again, witcher."
Geralt didn't understand what he was seeing, but had to believe what was right in front of him.
The woman who had been a beast. The woman he'd killed. The woman wed to the mayor.
How could this be?
"I need your help, witcher."
Geralt would have done anything for her. To make amends. To right a wrong.
"My spirit is trapped in this world, unable to move on. If you set me free, I can rest in peace."
"What can I do?" Geralt asked, aching.
"Show me love, witcher. For I have never known it." The woman stepped forward, laid her hand on Geralt's breast, over his heart. "Ease my soul and give me love."
Feeling intoxicated, Geralt swayed slightly. He wanted to do anything to please this woman. He knew she was a ghost, knew he couldn't take back what had been done, knew that he had only love for his family; his daughter, his husband…
Yet still he wanted this woman. He didn't even know her name but knew he could give her his heart, if she asked for it. His aching, aching heart. He hadn't been able to forget what he'd done to her. Nor the blood staining his blade, his soul.
She tilted her head and crooned, her voice luring. "I can take away your guilt, witcher. All that aching can be gone. Set me free and I'll set you free."
Geralt nodded, his eyelids growing heavy. He felt drugged, his willpower bleeding from him. Something in his gut told him this wasn't right, wasn't True. But he couldn't heed the warning, couldn't resist the full, red lips that spoke to him so lustfully…
"Kiss me, witcher. Just one kiss is all it takes. I'll set you free…"
Closing his eyes, Geralt pursed his lips and kissed.
A kiss that took everything.
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SJM Universe modern AU
Part 1 (It is currently in publication order)
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N/a: I've been here for some time but I've never written anything on this network, this is my first attempt, I hope you like it.
Azriel x reader
Summary: Y/n ends a relationship after being proposed and of course, haters come from everywhere.
Warnings: Idiot people on the internet, end of relationship, Az being perfect and I think only.
Y/n, Aelin, Rowan, Lydia = Actor/Actress
Azriel, Gwyn = Singer
Cassian, Morrigan, Ruhn = Influencers
Feyra, Manon, Fenrys, Dorian = Models
Rhysand, Nesta, Aidas, Hunt = CEO's
Bryce = Dancer
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shadow_ azriel Good things often come from difficult circumstances. My new album Memories is already in the writing process.
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the_morrigan Night with my girls @manonblackbeak_ @feyraarcheron_ @lidia.cervos @seuuser and @aelingalathynius1
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Sana - The Little Things [repost]
Sana let out a heavy sigh as she sat down on the bed you two shared. A few tears rolled down her face as she remembered the heated argument the two of you just had. It was over something so stupid and yet here she was.
FLASHBACK
You shut the door behind you as you walked through the doorway of your shared apartment with Sana. Before you even get your coat off, you hear a voice to your right.
"Where have you been?"
You glanced over and saw your wife of 5 years glaring at you with her arms crossed.
Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion but you responded anyway. "I went out with a close friend. She hasn't been in the country for long so we've been hanging out."
"You've been going out for a week and it's 2 in the morning. Where are you going out so late with her?" she dropped her arms as she asked.
"We were just at her house." you answered confused.
"What? Who is she anyways to be taking up all your time?" The tone in her voice rising.
"It's Momo. Do you remember her?"
She stood there with her mumbling the name repeatedly to remind herself. As soon as she remembered the woman, her eyes shot wide open.
Momo was a different type of woman.
Before you and her met she could tell that Momo wanted to get in your pants any way she could. From the crazy eyes she gave you to the over the top ways she tried to get your attention. She practically said to you she was ready to drop her pants for you anytime you want.
Sana was grateful you were so oblivious back then but now it's different. You were married to her. You were hers. Not Momo's, but that didn't stop her worries from creeping in.
"But that doesn't explain why you've been gone so late. Are you cheating on me?" she mumbled but you heard it clear as day.
"What? How could you even think that? I would never do something like that to you! You know that!" you shouted clearly hurt by her question.
"No! I don't know that! You have been going out of our house for a week straight and coming back home so late! I don't have a clue where you are half the time!"
" . . . Sana, do you not trust me?" you said with a small voice and your lips quivering.
"No. Not right now." she said matter-of-factly.
You cleared your throat and looked at the floor, "Okay... If that's how you feel, I'll sleep in the other room. Tell me when you want to talk." You walked up the stairs and disappeared from her sight.
FLASHBACK END
She thought it over multiple times and she knew she was wrong to think you could ever cheat on her. You've done everything to prove her otherwise. You were the most loving, caring person she's ever known.
She wanted to apologize as soon as possible, but as she got up and walked to the doorway, she bumped into a table and a few books fell over. She went to pick them up and she furrowed her eyebrows when she picked up a leather journal with no title. She opened the book up and saw the words, 'The Little Things I Love About My Sweetheart, Minatozaki Sana'
Her heart fluttered as she read down the lines,
'Always love her, never disappoint her'
Curiously she turned the page,
'I love how she always expresses her love for me when we're together. Especially through her little songs she can think up when she's doing literally anything. She never runs out of ideas and enthusiasm when she does it.'
She let out a small giggle as she read the second one,
'Anything she does makes me flustered but when we cuddle and she lets out a cute sound, I feel like I'm on cloud 9. She could even curse me to death with that voice and I would gladly listen.'
'The cutest thing she does is that she has to always even out her kisses on each cheek. If she kisses one side of my cheeks, she immediately goes to the other for a quick peck. She even turns her face the other way signaling me to kiss the other if I kiss one of her cheeks.'
'Sometimes when she finally notices me come home, she drops everything she's doing and comes to give me a tight hug with a huge smile on her face. It gets me through the day knowing I have her waiting for me at home.'
Eventually reaching the end of the journal, she closed it and took a deep breath to stop all her tears from flowing.
She couldn't believe she even doubted you for a second. She was heads over heels for you even after all these years and obviously you were too.
Building up the courage to finally face you, she walks down the hallway to knock on the door. Journal in hand.
KNOCK KNOCK
She heard a muffled "Come in" so she opened the door and saw you on the edge of the bed. You had your head looking up at her and arms resting on your knees.
"Y/N..." you hummed in response.
"Look honey... I'm sorry I ever thought like that. I didn't know what I was thinking. I know if I ever started having doubts I should've talked with you." You silently agreed. "I love you so much Y/N and I don't know what I would ever do without you." she started sniffling and tears started rolling down her face.
You got up slowly and went to comfort her as best you could. When you went to hug her, you realized she had your journal in hand but you chose ignore it for now. Your focus was on trying to make her feel better. "It's okay. We're alright now. I love you so much." you muttered in her ear as you rubbed her back.
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"Where'd you get this?" you asked, referring to your journal in her hand. "I bumped into the table walking over here and I knocked it over. I hope you don't mind that I read it."
"I don't mind it at all. I just wrote it to remind myself of everything I fell in love with and will continue to love even more with for the rest of my life. You're one in a million, Sana." you saw her face turn a faint red and you smiled knowing you still have that effect on her after all these years.
"I'll also love you for the rest of my life Y/N. I hope for even longer than that." she softly spoke.
You held her hand, causing her to look up at you. "I'm sorry for not telling you who I was going out with. I know Momo was pretty crazy back then but she's married now. Both of us wouldn't imagine cheating on our wives."
"Eh?"
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Ok guess what I'm back with another sad sopping stuff and it's still about Steven, can I call this a drabble?
Y/n is Steven's lover, and she struggles with making friends at work. When she thought she was doing a good job, reality hits her in the face.
It was a Saturday morning and Y/n had forgotten about an important meeting, her brain tricking her into thinking it was a normal day, and by the time she realized it, it was too late.
But the thing that made Y/N sad wasn't her boss being mad; it was her co-worker.
"You aren't in the meeting this morning?" A woman in a beige pencil skirt said, holding a cup of coffee in her hand. She seems surprised when Y/n is having a breakdown over the meeting.
"I- I don't know, I DO know there would be a meeting, somehow I- I forgot?!"
"Well, you should tell the boss" The woman said before leaving to get back to her seat, pretending to be busy with the paperwork.
Y/N has no choice but to also take a seat and quickly type an apology message to her boss. After hitting the send button, she doesn't have the energy or motivation to finish the work anymore.
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"Love! You're home early" Steven said when Y/N walked through the front door, but his joy quickly turned to concern when he noticed she had been crying."Did something happen?..."  
Y/n doesn't say anything back; she just slowly sits down and holds her knees close to her chest before starting to cry loudly. This of course makes Steven's worries skyrocket, and he quickly rushes to her side to see what's wrong.
"Love, hey hey why are you crying?" The British man held onto Y/n's hand, the warmth from his hand making her calm down a bit, but not enough to stop her from crying.
"Do..Do you think people hate me Steven?"
"What? No, who would hate you?"
Y/n wiped her tears with the jacket's sleeve; it already had a big wet patch now. "My coworkers, whom I have known for more than three years. Do you think they hate me?"
Y/n doesn't wait for Steven to answer; she continues to speak. "Today I have an important meeting, and... it was my fault; I forgot about it somehow, but it was a two-hour meeting, and no one texts me, or calls me, or whatever... they don't even notice I wasn't there."
Steven's heart clenched at Y/n's words. His lover is like the sun; she is warm-hearted and always trying her best. Steven never failed to notice her presence; how could he? And yet here she is, talking about herself like she's just a dull piece of rock or a puddle of mud.
"Oh...love-"
"I WORKED WITH HER, I ATE LUNCH WITH HER, I CHATTED WITH HER; I have done everything, I thought she was my friend! ..." Y/n suddenly feels angry and frustrated; she doesn't realize her voice is so loud Steven was taken back.
"And not just her, NOBODY noticed I wasn't at the meeting; all the co-workers... STUPID, this workplace is a goddamn PAIN" She threw her suitcase across the room; it made a loud slam when hitting the floor before sliding under the table.
Steven cringed at the sound before turning his attention back to Y/n, her face full of dry and wet tears, her eyes puffy and red, not to mention her nose too.
"Love, I know you have tried your best, and if someone can't realize that, it's their fault, not yours" Steven stopped for a moment to look at Y/n's reaction, making sure she was listening to him. "There are still people who are worth your love and kindness, people that you can trust to be friends with"
Y/n bites her lips to stop herself from crying, and she lets Steven hug her afterwards, listening to him rant about fun Egyptian facts before dozing off to sleep in his embrace.
"Take some rest, darling. I love you" Steven brushed off the strain of hair on Y/N's face before giving her a small kiss, admiring the subtle smile on her face.
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