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Steve x Avenger Reader

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Summary: The swarm of butterflies that accompany Steve makes you sick to your stomach.

Warnings: Angst, slightly toxic reader, self deprecating language, brief mentions of past trauma, injuries, and eventual fluff.

"No, stop! Get away from me!" You drunkenly fight off Steve's strong arms and the smile threatening to give away your disgusting mood shift whenever he was around.

"Stop squirming and let me help you" Steve protested your half assed attempt, restraining both you're wrists in one of his hands while the other pressed a makeup wipe to your face.

He practically pinned you to the couch after chasing you around with a glass of water and fighting you into cozier clothes, desperately trying to take care of you. "I asked you to drive me home, this is far beyond the service I requested, you bitch"

This time, your attempt at fighting off the icky case of the smiles failed. You lost the battle, an absolutely repulsive giggle escaped from deep within your tequila filled soul and told him everything he needed to know about how you really felt about the situation.

"No no no, if all you needed was a ride home you would've asked Nat or Bucky." His gaze remained focused on wiping off your foundation. "You called me because you wanted someone to take care of you."

"Nat and Bucky were asleep. Jarvis told me you were the only one awake" You argued. If you could, you would deny every ounce of admiration and gross detestable drop of likeness for him then take it straight to the grave. "You were my last choice. Cause look at you! Wiping off my makeup, getting me in sweatpants, trying to make me drink water?! It makes me nauseous. I think you need a hobby"

"Uh huh" Steve laughed. "That's really funny actually, I saw Wanda getting a snack from the cupboard ten minutes before you called."

He set the makeup wipe down and used his thumb and forefingers to hold you're face on either cheek, directing your head side to side in attempts to closely investigate your face. He'd be damned to take the blame for a breakout on your perfect skin just because you were too drunk to take your makeup off.

"That's different" You insisted.

"Yeah? How so?"

"Wanda doesn't have the best nighttime vision, and she told me this morning she couldn't find her glasses. Asking her to drive at one in the morning would put us both at risk." You pulled a bullshit answer out of your ass. "God- and now you're looking at me all sucky. Cut it out"

Steve flashed a lopsided smile as he let go of your wrists. Although he had to contain you to stay put, you were now putting in no effort to get away. It's almost as if you were enjoying his presence so close to you.

You two had been tightrope walking the fine line of your friendship since the moment you guys met. You loved the guy, you really did, but something in your brain told you that you weren't ready for whatever he was trying to make happen.

Your life had been nothing but traumatic event after traumatic event, it sent everything you've ever known tumbling down a thousand foot cliff and your self worth and confidence fell alongside it.

Being accepted and taken in by the Avengers really was the best thing that had ever happened to you, it was the closest you had ever been to having a place you belonged. You could exist unapologetically around them. The love was requited and so strong- they truly were your chosen family.

They all saw you exactly how you presented yourself. Physically and mentally strong, undying and unlimited confidence, little to no bullshit tolerance, and the toughest cookie their ever was.

Steve always saw through the facade, you were practically a walking defense mechanism. It was as if your skin was a bulletproof barrier to who you really, truly were on the inside. Through the long journey he's been on to even get tiny peaks of the person behind those barriers, he fell in love. It practically tripped him at first, yet somehow picked him right off his own two feet and flung him up in the sky.

He wasn't dumb. He could read you like an open book, and all the signs were there that you loved him just as much- you had fallen just as hard. The only difference is that you never truly believed you were deserving of love.

It was as if you had such a deeply repressed connection to your own heart that you started to question the taste of men who did fall in love with you, and there was not a single exception you could think of in which you deserved to let someone love you.

Your own self depreciation had you breaking your own heart, pushing everyone you loved further away while you pulled yourself towards isolation, prodding at your own buttons in a panic, desperately trying to hit self destruct.

Steve saw that reality every single day. You looked at him with big doe eyes while claiming that he disgusts you, smiling while declaring that you hated his guts. He knew he couldn't fix you. There was nothing he could offer to reverse a whole lifetime worth of repressed trauma, but when your declaration of revulsion was paired with a genuine apologetic sparkle in those same doe eyes, he couldn't even help but to at least try.

He would never give up. If that meant a couple more years of loving you on your own terms and standing firm as you tried to push him away, he would superglue his feet to the floor and take what he could get.

Most people would be annoyed by a drunken phone call at one in the morning asking for a ride, but he was elated. You had finally thrown him another opportunity to shower you in the love you always deserve.

"Sometimes I want to punch you in your perfect teeth" You told him, still unable to contain your own smile.

Steve released your cheeks from between his hand and gently brushed your hair to the side, slotting the strands right behind your ear. "You're so beautiful"

"You're giving me a stomachache" You fake gag, slapping a palm over your mouth in attempts to suppress the metaphorical vomit induced by Steve's sweetness.

"I believe those are called butterflies" He corrected while standing up from the couch, holding out his hands to help you up. "At least that's what literally everyone else on the planet calls it."

"The butterflies are making me sick, I'm going to throw up"

"Sure it's not the alcohol, Angel? Have you eaten anything recently? You should probably put something in that belly to absorb all five of those tequila shots you were telling me about"

You shot him a glare before finally grabbing his hands and letting him pull you up off the couch. "Nope, it's definitely your fault"

"Well in that case, I tend to have that effect on people"

"Okay that's it" you shook your head a little too quick. The motion threw you off and made you feel more dizzy than you already were. "Just for being a smart ass, you have no choice but to take care of me all night. If you want to make me vomit than I'm sleeping in your big ass bed, and you're going to hold my hair back when it happens." He laughed as you held one of his hands and dragged him through the halls of the compound and right into his room. "Rude as fuck that your bed is bigger than mine in the first place. Selfish if you don't share"

"I thought you didn't want me to take care of you? A little hypocritical, don't you think?" Steve cocked an eyebrow while his head slanted to the side.

He watched you undo his perfectly made bed. Scrambling to pull back the covers, only to become frustrated and slide in before they were all untucked. You practically make yourself into a human burrito. "I didn't, but you're making me vomit in my mouth so now you have to suffer the consequences"

It still made no sense in his mind, but you were drunk so he gave into whatever you had going on in your mind right now. "You're so right. I dug my grave so now I have to lay in it."

You got cozy as he slid beneath the covers next to you. Turning on your side to face him, tugging at the blankets to achieve maximum snugness, angling and fluffing his pillows. The moment he settled next to you, you shoved your face into the crook of his neck.

It brought an immediate burst of happiness to his heart but he also knew better than to even try to cuddle you further than that. Steve knew he had to take whatever he could get, and just the small act of your forehead to his neck and chin to his shoulder was more than enough.

"Suffering yet?" She mumbled. He couldn't quite tell if it was from the alcohol or settling exhaustion.

"This is terrible. I hate every second of it" He contradicted himself in a joke earning a short puff of air; disguised laugh. "Hope it doesn't get any worse."

"Can I tell you a secret?" You whispered into his ear.

"I'm pretty good at keeping those."

"You're a bitch." you started, but you were cut off by a belly laugh. "Hold on! I'm not done!"

"Okay, okay, sorry." He took a few deep breaths to contain the laughter you stole from him. "Go ahead."

"You're a big dumb idiot, but you're a handsome big dumb idiot and I appreciate you even if you make me want to blow chunks." You drunkenly admitted.

Steve felt his cheeks heat up, and he was very thankful for the pitch black ambiance. "That's the nicest thing you've ever sai- I mean..... just when I thought this couldn't get any more miserable, it did. This is the worst!"

"Thank you." Your whisper was hushed now, Steve could hear the shyness laced in your tone.

You wanted to thank him for picking up the phone, driving so late at night, taking care of you, always looking out for you whenever you needed him, standing firm no matter how hard you pushed him away. None of that quite made it out of your mouth, even if you tried to tell him that you would never be able to find the right words for it, but you knew that he knew.

"You're welcome, Angel."

Anytime. Whenever you needed him, he would always be there. He loved you, and if you needed anything else you should let him know.

That's what he wanted to say to you, and he would if he could. He had the words to tell you and the means to do it, but he couldn't. Steve knew that courting you was a balance as delicate as life itself.

He needed to show just enough love to keep you around, but if he showed too much it would scare you away in a panicked scramble. You'd see too much, and make a mad dash as far away from him as possible. So for right now, three words was more than enough.

However, when he woke up to a phone call at 5:30am, he was completely frozen in fear. He remained in the exact same spot he had fallen asleep in, still on his back, but you had managed to make your way closer than the two of you had ever been. Your face was still shoved into his neck but the difference was that you had been using his body as your new mattress. Stomach to stomach, chest to chest, holding onto him like a fluffy new teddy bear.

He knew this was bad. The ringing blaring from his phone had you stirring awake, yet if he were to reach for it, it would wake you up even faster. Now Steve was the one feeling sick to his stomach, he knew the moment you saw what happened the two of you would be over in a blink of an eye. Months and months of progress just for it to all go down the drain before it even started.

Unfortunately, it was completely out of his control the moment you lifted your head and slow blinked your precious little eyes at him, remaining expressionless, then slipping off of him onto the unoccupied half of the bed.

"You gunna answer that?" You questioned, turning away from him and pulling the blankets back over your shoulder.

He reached out to the nightstand to grab his phone and pick up Tony's call. You gathered everything you needed to know just by listening to the way he was groggily repeating every piece of important information back to himself to try and retain any of it while being half asleep.

'Emergency meeting.'

'Half an hour.'

'Meeting room 4.'

'Trying my hardest to sound alive, I'll be awake when I get there...... yeah I'll be there. See you soon.'

He hung up the phone and groaned while his arm flopped down beside him. One deep breath, then he was up on his feet. You kept your eyes closed while listening to the sounds of drawers and closet doors opening and closing- the sink ran for a little while.

The whole time he debated on how to handle you, the precious little time bomb tangled up in his sheets. Time was wearing thin, so he had to settle.

He sat by your hip on the edge of his bed, the smell that hit your nose was practically heaven. Cashmere the day after laundry day, his fresh and airy cologne, and a hint of minty toothpaste.

"How're you doing?" He questioned quietly.

"Are you trying to ask me if I'm hung over?" Your eyebrows furrowed but your eyes remained shut.

"I'm trying to see if you're okay, whatever that means to you in this moment" He guided his question, slipping his words into very blurred lines.

"I'm okay. Tired."

"I'll let you sleep then, Angel." Steve helped her out by fixing the duvet that was annoyingly folded over. "I'm not sure when I'll be back but you can stay here for as long as you want."

"Forever?"

A wave of relief washed over him. "Forever and ever. Sweet dreams, I'll see you later."

"See you later, I'm going to snoop through all your stuff."

"I have nothing to hide" Steve chuckled and gently squeezed your shoulder as he got up to leave for the meeting.

"I'm not making your bed"

"Okay, now you've crossed the line" He joked before the door closed behind him. They both worked, Steve trained then went out to dinner with Nat and Sam, then when he got back home for the night he was greeted with a perfectly made bed.

Life proceeded as normal, and everything seemed okay until the group left for a mission two days later. His heart dropped into the pit of his stomach when he made it onto the Jet and you made it very clear that you were talking to everyone but him.

You shoved yourself in the very corner seat, knees tucked into your chest, and eyes not leaving the floor.

Steve was disappointed in the very least. He was expecting you to be bouncing off the walls, horse playing with Sam and annoying Tony. You had been excited about this mission for weeks. Practically counting down the days you got to prove to the team that you had found an issue and came up with the greatest solution of all time.

Steve was almost excited too, but most importantly he was proud that you had organized the whole thing. You saw a threat, strategically mapped out a plan, made arrangements to kick some ass, and even asked Steve if he would be willing to let you take the reigns and call the shots on the field for this one.

He believed in you, of course he said yes. He even appointed you honorary captain for the mission.

In attempts to ease his own nerves and see if it was just his brain playing tricks on him, he approached you.

"You're going to do great today, Angel" Steve stuck his pinky finger out trying to get you to do your secret handshake.

Instead of wrapping your pinky finger around his and shaking hands, all you did was give him a nod so small he almost thought his eyes were playing tricks on him.

He slowly lowered his hands and pressed his lips together in a thin line. You could tell he was hurt and trying not to make a fuss out of it, and that hurt you too, but everything was just too overwhelming right now.

That hurt continued to deepen through the whole mission.

He trusted you to call the proper shots to keep everyone safe, keep the objective in reach, get in and get out as fast and smoothly as possible. You did for the most part, except for when it came to you and him.

You were sending him down paths and sticking him in situations he would never let anyone be in alone, all while being completely reckless yourself.

It was like all standard practices had flown out the window, and you were testing him to see how far you could take the nonsense before he would snap.

That snap didn't happen until you got hurt. Sure, you took out the last of the unauthorized personnel and secured the payload, but you still got hurt.

Your loud screech filled his ears through the comms and he ran over to you faster than you would've hoped. Upon entering the room, you finally saw the state he was in.

Bullet marks littered his shield, his uniform was tattered and torn- the sleeve practically falling off of his left arm, his face was covered in smoke and ash, blood dripped down the left side of his face but where it was coming from was unknown. The image of it oozing from underneath the cheekbone of his helmet would forever be engraved in your mind.

He was limping. Dragging his feet. Clutching his side. He was done.

You wore him down to the bone, and he was done.

So when he saw you had slid across the rocky ground on your knees, pants completely destroyed and legs dripping blood, he had had enough.

The mission was over now. You held the bundle of vials you desperately tried to retrieve high up on the air while your legs took the fall.

When his eyes landed on you, and saw yours squeezed shut, swallowing down moans of pain he couldn't take it anymore.

"Payload secure. Everyone back to the Jet. Now." He practically growled into comms.

Your lip quivered as he glared at you with a clenched jaw. He wasn't saying anything, but it looks could kill you'd be six feet in the ground by now.

He held out his hand to help you up, but you peeled yourself off the floor and glared back at him. You didn't even dare to look at the state of you calves at the moment, but you knew it was bad.

On the walk back Steve recollected his emotions. He tried his very best to calm down from the worst mission he's been on in a while.

He practically collapsed the second his feet hit the Jet, sprawling across multiple seats, just trying to catch his breath.

You were right behind him. You sat on the opposite side, hiding you face in your hands while blood dripped from your knees and all the way down to the top of your boots.

"Holy shit, what happened to you two?" Tony questioned.

That's when Steve looked around. Everyone else was in perfect condition.

Not a scratch. Not a speck of dirt. Not a hair out of place.

It was confirmed that you were just punishing him for that morning snuggled up in his bed. He felt like he was dying. Every muscle in his body was screaming for help and his head felt like it would snap off his neck.

You were pushing him away again, gambling with his life.

"We secured the payload" You panted, handing the vials over to Tony.

"You're getting blood all over my jet" Tony spoke the obvious. "Are you going to take care of that?" He pointed to your legs.

All you did was shrug, letting your head roll back and rest against the wall.

"Alrighty. Well- good mission everyone" Tony grazed past the uncomfortable tension before sitting in the pilots seat.

A few minutes passed and your injuries were making Steve increasingly anxious. The scrapes up and down your calves were littered with dirt and germs and the last thing he wanted was you to get some sort of gnarly infection.

Despite his mind and body screaming at him, he peeled himself off the seats and grabbed the extensive first aid kit before sitting on the floor in front of you.

He silently wiped off the excess blood, disinfected the ankle to knee scrapes, and started applying bandages to them. As the last bandage was being applied to the cap of your knee, his eyes were fighting to stay open and his own face was still bleeding.

You panicked at how selfless and almost intimate it was to have someone aiding you before they aided themselves. It made you revert back into your metaphorical turtle shell, shaking and cowering away like he was a life threatening monster.

It was terrifying. He loved you, but he shouldn't.

You couldn't accept that.

He was in pain, but he still cared more about your pain.

You didn't know how to make it stop. You wanted him to take care of himself- shit, you wanted to take care of him too.

But you just couldn't.

So you snatched the last bandage right out of his hands.

"I can take care of myself." You bluntly spoke.

"But you weren't" Steve mumbled.

"I'm not a child" You wrapped the gauze around your knee.

"Then stop acting like one" He spat in a moment of pure frustration.

Your eyes met his in an instant, and a whole range of emotions flooded you in a flash.

Had you pushed too hard?

You walked him right into injury. Look at him. A lump of half the man he normally was on the floor struggling with his own consciousness. Injured, in pain, upset with you.

The only thing your mind could do was protect itself. He couldn't be mad at you if you were mad at him first.

You pushed him too hard but it wasn't hard enough to make him leave, which only meant you had to push him harder.

With a pain in your chest and a lump in your throat, you fought back. "You have no right to be speaking to me like that."

"And you had no right sending me straight into dangerous situations just because of some sick little game you want to play. This is a real mission, real people at stake. I trusted you to call the shots to keep everyone safe." Steve gave up trying to hold the weight of his own body up anymore. He slowly slumped over and let his back hit the wall.

"Everyone is fine, look" You motioned to everyone else on the Jet who was trying hard to ignore the argument.

Steve could barely even see straight anymore as his eyes met everyone else's. They all silently screamed concern for his well-being.

The vertigo was taking over and the sharp pinching pain in his left rib cage was too much to handle anymore. He let his eyes fall shut as the familiar sting of the serum doing its job rushed around his veins like a surge of electricity and prickled his skin. "Then I guess I'm no one to you."

"Steve-" you warned.

"It's fine, I understand." He could feel his heart sinking into his stomach once again.

"You don't understand anything." You practically growled.

"I understand that I'll always be punished for caring about you." All of his composure left his body.

"You think this is a punishment?" You barked out a laugh. "Everyone else is fine. Maybe if you'd stop worrying about me, your mind would be in the right place for a mission. You were sloppy at best today, Steve, and that's why you got hurt. Don't you dare blame me for the state you're in right now."

"As the Captain, safety is your responsibility. Putting your team in the best position possible to watch each other's backs is your responsibility. You blatantly disregarded that today." His words were muffled and conjoined. He could barely separate letters on his tongue, diction wasn't an option. He was fading in and out of function.

"Okay, big guy, you've gotta relax" Nat crouched at his side, it was obvious that the argument was only making his state of being worse. Her fingers worked to unclasp his helmet and pull it off his head.

You hated that you almost smiled at how ridiculously adorable his helmet hair was. You hated that you couldn't find it within yourself to be in Nat's position- helping him out, aiding his wounds, cleaning his face when he could barely even lift his arms anymore.

It reminded you of how he removed your makeup when you were too drunk to want to do it yourself.

"It's a good thing I'm not Captain then, isn't it?"

Steve decided his fight was over. He couldn't even formulate a response as his brain slowly drifted off to sleep, it almost felt like a voluntary nap- he was happy to lose consciousness as the pain grew worse by the second and it would put a temporary end to your angst.

Nat caught his head before it slammed against the wall, and gently laid his body flat on the floor with his head on her lap.

"Steve?" You watched Nat poke and prod at his cheeks to see if he was okay. Panic only started settling when he was proved to be unresponsive. "Steve, can you hear me?"

Tony ran a health scan on him using his suit. "He can't, he's out. He's got a broken rib and a plethora of other issues Jarvis is barking at me, but let him sleep he'll be alright."

When Steve woke up, he was utterly confused. He had no recollection of how he ended up in his bed and changed out of his suit. He slowly blinked his eyes and took deep breaths trying to adjust to whatever time and day it was. All the pain in his body was gone, and his room was dark other than the light coming from the TV mounted on the wall.

There was an obvious weight on the mattress next to him, the sound of silent sniffles, and your favorite movie playing quietly.

He didn't even have to see you to know it was you.

He slowly sat up, trying to find the time of day it was. 3:56am. And you were curled up in a tight ball facing away from him, crying over what had happened.

He felt like he had already lost you, so anything he did going forward was going to be honest and genuine. He couldn't scare you away if you we're already scared. So, he did what his instincts have always craved to do.

Steve moved closer, pressing his chest to your back, curling his legs behind yours, wrapping his strong arms around you, molding your bodies together.

A pang of already brooding guilt made you cry even harder.

Nothing was said for awhile. His body heat melted away at your sadness and eased the stupid cycle of self hatred that your brain was running around.

It took five whole minutes to work up the courage to say the smallest words to him.

"I'm sorry." It came out broken between sad cries. "I'm so sorry."

"S'okay." his acceptance also came out broken. His voice deep and raspy after hours of deep sleep. "Just relax. I've got you."

"I don't deserve you, you don't deserve to put up with me. I got you hurt-you've been sleeping for hours and I was so scared. I could've gotten you kille-"

"It's going to take a lot more than one shitty mission to scare me off, Angel." He mumbled while nestling his head into your hair.

"I'm awful to you, I don't know why you put up with me." You continued to push.

"Stop being so mean to yourself. Relax, get some sleep." Steve tangled his forearm with yours allowing your fingers to intertwine with his.

"I can't sleep." You huffed, lightly shoving him away so you could flip over onto your back. His eyes were closed, you could tell he wasn't fully awake yet. "Are you okay?"

"Mhm, ifeelbetter." his words melted into each other as he found a new way to hold you close. "How do you feel?"

"Terrible. I feel so bad." you whisper.

His closeness made you feel dizzy. Your head spun and your stomach was doing that weird flippy thing again, it felt like his closeness had you overdosing on him.

"It's okay." he opened his eyes and used his thumb to swipe tears off your cheeks. "Your leg? How's it doing?"

"Scabby. This isn't about me."

"You're the one crying." he rebutdtaled.

"I landed you a broken rib."

"It's not broken anymore."

"I don't know why I feel the way I feel." You spat out with no control. "I care about you so much, it seems like you're the only constant in my life and yet I just- I don't even know. It's like im-"

"Testing me. You push me harder and harder to see if I'll come back." He placed the puzzle peace for you. "I've passed every test, I always stand back up, I'll always come back to you until I've proven whatever you're looking for."

"I don't know what I'm looking for" you lied.

He had you figured out. Steve made you feel completely naked and vulnerable, it was terrifying. Your brain was telling you to run as far and fast as you can, yet you were stuck.

"It's because you already found it. You know what you want, why do you keep fighting it?" Steve questioned, but he already knew.

"Because I don't think I'm worthy of what I want." You whispered with a sniffle, tears suddenly falling harder.

Steve always knew this about you, yet hearing it come from your own mouth broke his heart more than he expected. He took a moment to hold you impossibly closer to him.

"What do you want?"

You're heart was pounding so hard you were positive he could hear it, you knew he could feel you shaking in his arms. "Remember that night you picked me up because I was too drunk to drive?"

"Mhm" he lazily nodded.

"All I needed was a ride, but you insisted on taking care of me. I want to be cared for like that, but all the time. I don't think I'm worth that to anyone."

"I think you're worthy of the whole universe." The words he always wanted to speak to you finally spilling out of his mouth. "You say you're not worth that to anyone, yet you are, and you were. It happened, and it'll happen again. I'm never going to stop caring for you."

"But why?"

"Because I love you." All the confidence the world had to offer was laced in his tone. "You make me happy, so I want to make you happy too. It really is that simple."

"You've never told me that before." You wiped tears off your own cheeks, trying your absolute hardest to process the overwhelming feelings plaguing your mind.

"I didn't want to scare you away. It feels like every time I make one step forward, you take two back. I've been going for more of a gentle scootch, like little shimmies toward you so you wouldn't get overwhelmed. Obviously it hasn't been working."

"We're here now, aren't we?"

"Just because you're here now doesn't mean you'll be here tomorrow." He was met with nothing but silence, she knew he was right. "I'm putting everything on the line for you right now knowing it might scare you away forever. I don't know how many more times you'll push me away before I've lost all my chances at having you be mine, but I also don't know how much more I can take. I'll always come back, but it feels like a tear in my heart every time."

"I'm sorry, I never meant to hurt you." You sniffled. Rolling over one more time from your back, you faced him and placed your palm on his cheek. It felt foreign to initiate contact so intimate, you can't even remember a time in your life you've ever held someone so close. "Your heart or your body. I wasn't thinking straight, I was anxious. My ego got in the way of taking your advice and you were the one to suffer the consequences of that. I'm so sorry."

You could feel him melting into the warmth of your hand, and all of the sudden the butterflies settled into sunlight in your stomach. It felt calm, it's never felt that calm before.

"How about this?" He opened his eyes again, ready to propose a deal. "How about this time you opt to take my advice, and no one will get hurt?"

"What's the advice?" You questioned.

"My advice is that you let me love you the way I believe you deserved to be loved. You'll be cared for all the time just like you want, and I'll be so happy just like I want."

"How do you know that nobody will get hurt?" This time, he wiped the tears off your cheeks for you.

"Because I'd never hurt you." He spoke as a promise.

"What if I hurt you?"

"I'm not scared of pain, I take it like a champ." He said proudly.

"You make me sick."

A big smile spread across his face, "There she is."

"You're a bitch." you announced, his smile making yours grow. "But... I love you too. You big, beautiful, dumb, idiot, himbo of a man."

"I'll take it!" His eyes crinkled in the corners as he squeezed you so tight you let out a squeak. "This is the best day ev-"

He was cut off by your lips on his, a feeling he never expected he would get to experience. You practically knocked the air out of his lungs.

"Yuck." He pretended to be disgusted, wiping his lips off with the inside of his forearm in attempts to make you laugh.

It worked. "That was disgusting."

"Foul." He shook his head.

"Zero stars......" Your smile reached the corner of your eyes. "I want another."

He giggled before initiating another kiss, one that lasted longer and he was more prepared for.

"Okay, maybe half a star." You gagged.

"Half is generous."

Your giggles faded out into a little sigh. "Thanks for not going all lovesick lovey dovey puppy on me."

"I'll save it for tomorrow." He settled back into his pillow, tucking the top of your head right under his chin.

"If you start acting all mushy and make me blush I swear to god I'll break up with you."

"A breakup implies that we're together in the first place." He noted.

You sat up, disrupting his peace once again. Using the pinky side of your hand, you touch the top of his head than both of his shoulders going from left to right, then you tucked yourself back into his body. "Congratulations, you're my boyfriend now."

"Did you just knight me?" You couldn't see it, but you knew his eyebrows furrowed together.

"Mhm."

"When am I allowed to tell you that I think you're so beautiful?"

"You already average about once a day, so, no more than that."

"Goodnight my beautiful, girlfriend." He placed a big ol’ smooch on the crown of your head.

"Oh, now I'm really gunna be sick." You smiled, butterflies flying around again.

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Everyone has secrets, but you like to keep yours hidden. That is until a certain Karen Page decides you need to get to know a certain Devil in Hell's Kitchen.

Drinking Confessions 💖

Drunk you likes to talk, and confess a lot of feelings.

Bucky Barnes

Frustrated 💖💔

Bucky is new to the team and still getting the hang of things. However, he can't help but spend a lot of time trying to get to know you.

What Did I Get Myself Into? 💖

You get hurt on a mission and Bucky thinks it's his fault. That's why he helps take care of you.

Vitals 💖

You have been diagnosed with cystic fibrosis for as long as you can remember. It wasn’t till a month ago that you had an attack that left you bound to the hospital, where you’ve been patiently awaiting a lung transplant.

Steve Rogers - coming soon

Tony Stark

Nightmares 💖

Tony has nightmares, and sometimes when on missions together, you give him more.

Peter Parker

You're Spider-Man? 💖🖤

You used to enjoy reading fanfic about Spider-Man that is until you finally learn who you've been fantasizing about.

Faked It 💖🖤

You’re trying to study but Peter is very distracting.

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racheld93 · 2 years

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80% of scientists can't tell the difference between these two golden retrievers and neither can I.

#steve rogers #nick nelson #mcu #marvel #heartstopper #heartstopper netflix #chris evans #kit connor #captain america #stucky #narlie #steve x bucky #bucky x steve #nick x charlie #charlie x nick #my thoughts #with love r #oh and gifs aren't mine wish i knew how to do that though

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savage-kult-of-gorthaur · 7 days

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A COVER BORN IN THE VAST, STARRY MINDSCAPES OF A TRUE AMERICAN MASTER.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on published cover art, an original painting, and a textless cover to "PARADISE X" Vol. 1 #1 [featuring the original Guardians of the Galaxy & the Avenging Host]. May, 2002. Marvel Comics. Artwork by Alex Ross

Resolution from largest to smallest: 1855x2800, 826x1250, & 853x1011.

Sources: Marvel Database (official), X, & www.comicartfans.com/gallerypiece.asp?piece=732509.

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bashir896 · 9 months

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Yes it ready for you.

Be the first one.

Can Be Used to Track More Than Just Your Keys

Tracking Information Available on Most Apple Devices

Ultra Wide Band Technology Provides Precise Location

User-Replaceable Battery

Tons of Accessories to Unlock More Potential

Competitively Priced With Other Options

Harness the Power of Apple’s Find My Network.

#joe locke #nick and charlie #charlie spring #nick nelson #nick x charlie #will gao #kit connor #air tag #Buy air tag #apple airtag #tracker #gps #usa #made in usa #united states #usa today #florida #america #united states of america

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landososcar · 20 days

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so american ; CL16

pairing(s) ; charles leclerc x american!reader

summary ; in which a trip to monaco turns permenant because of one ferrari racing driver

warnings ; fast paced relationship, smau, google translated french (pls correct anything that’s wrong) & FLUFFF

note ; lol sorry i lowkey disappeared. anyways. here’s charles and leo (aka everyone’s fav duo)

instagram !

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youruser leo & i might never leave 🥰🇲🇨

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friend1 monaco is so so beautiful

yourbff you can’t leave me here alone in the us

youruser but…

charles_leclerc im stealing her

yourbff you’ve know her for 3 weeks

charles_leclerc whats your point ??

friend2 the states miss you come home

friend3 leo has a new lap to sit in????

yourbff i feel cheated on

charles_leclerc i’ll make sure you don’t leave ☺️❤️

youruser having the best time of my life with you🫶

yourbff saying you’re not gonna let her leave is kinda creepy not gonna lie…

charles_leclerc you’re just jealous coz she doesn’t wanna go back to the us and wants to stay with me

friend4 you look so happy😁

instagram !

liked by fan1, fan2, and others

cl16updating recent pictures of charles with a puppy, fans who asked him about the dog say his name is leo and he is not charles dog but he is staying with him for a while!! we are also unsure who the girl in his car in the last picture is, if anyone has any idea please share her instagram @ with us!!!!!!!!

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fan1 omg he’s not his dog??? i’m devastated now i wanted leo paddock appearances

fan2 idk maybe if you guys find her instagram @ don’t share it,, if charles wanted us to know about her he’d share with us

fan3 if she doesn’t want us to know about her maybe she shouldn’t hang out with the prince of monaco

fan4 she should be able to hang with whoever she wants. some of y’all are so weird

fan5 imma steal that dog

fan6 that means we probs won’t get leo in the paddock��

fan7 maybe leo is the girls’ dog and she’s a friend of charles visiting him or something idk

imessages !

translation 1: ‘i’ll miss you so much’

translation 2: ‘we can be crazy together, my love’

twitter !

instsgram !

youruser added to the story!

charles_leclerc added to his close friends story!

charles_leclerc replied to your story

↳ you always do baby

↳ god you’re so cheesy

↳ i hate you

↳ can we go back home i miss leo

↳ charlie babe leo will be fine by himself for 3 hours

↳ i know i know

↳ i just love him so much

you replied to charles_leclerc’s story

↳ CHARLIE DELETE

↳ THE DOGS ARE OUT😭😭😭

↳ LEO GOT OUT??????????????? WHERE IS HE ??? IS HE SAFE??? DID SOMEONE FIND HIM??:??;??/??

↳ omg baby no leo’s fine i’m sorry for worrying you

↳ why would you joke about that

↳ i think i nearly had a heart attack

↳ you’re more obsessed with leo than me

instagram !

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f1wagupdates charles and his girlfriend (leo’s mum — we don’t know her name) this saturday. the owner of the first pic said that they were out for dinner with pascale, arthur, lorenzo, and their girlfriends.

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user1 she so beautiful oh my god

user2 where’s leo

user3 girl she doesn’t have to take him everywhere

user4 i think her name is y/n… my cousin in america said that she looks like someone she used to go to school with

user5 i looked through charles’ following and he follows a private account with that name @youruser

user6 ooo that could be her fs

user7 did she really leave leo alone.. she’s a bad owner wtf

user8 leo is a dog he’ll be ok by himself for a few hours omg you just want a reason to hate her go touch grass

twitter !

instagram !

liked by carlossainz55, lorenzotl, and others

charles_leclerc happy gorgeous amazing month ☺️❤️

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user1 CHARLES who is THAT

user2 Y/N CONTENT ON THE MAIN ‼️‼️‼️

carlossainz55 whipped

user3 omg is she playing his piano

user4 yes with her feet

youruser love love love you

charles_leclerc chérie💓💓

user4 anyone else think they’re moving REALLY quickly…. like i heard they’re living together already

user5 who CAREEESSSSS

user6 it’s none of our business

yourbff you’re all she talks about oh my GOD

charles_leclerc are you jealous

instagram !

liked by leclerc_pascale, yourbff, and others

youruser “too much, too soon” i’m living with him lol

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yourbff remember when we had conversations that weren’t about him

youruser wdym

yourbff i hate him

yourbff you’re OBSESSED with him

yourbff you guys are DISGUSTING

youruser you sound jealous

yourbff i AM. that little french driving man STOLE my best friend

charles_leclerc FRENCH????????

friend1 miss you 🫶🫶

joris__trouche ❤️

friend2 come visit soon we miss youuuu

friend3 you’re so so so gorgeous

charles_leclerc MON AMOURRR

charles_leclerc YOURE SO BEAUTIFUL I WANNA KISS YOUR FACE

yourbff can you get me a ticket to the miami gp so i can see my wife pls

charles_leclerc no you’re gonna try steal her back

yourbff @youruser ur boyfriend is being mean to me

youruser charlie i lost my miami paddock pass can you get me another one pls but like could you put it under the name y/bff/n y/bff/ln please, for no reason☺️

charles_leclerc okay baby💓💓

youruser stop it i love you so so much you’re so adorable😭

leclerc_pascale Leo ❤️

youruser he misses you 🥰

imessages !

my other works !

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sciencebecameouraddiction · 2 months

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title: just a touch?

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: PG

genre: Angst, fluff, romance, idiots pining for each other

pairing: Lucifer x reader

summary: The minute you saw the King of Hell your heart was never the same. You fell, and you fell hard, that much everyone could see. But while your heart knew what it wanted, Lucifer, your mind put a stop to all those foolish day dreams. He would never want you like that, right?

warnings: some deep self loathing and negative self talk

this is a request from lovely anon:

When you met the King of Hell, you didn’t expect yourself to be so smitten so quickly. You were enamored right from when he walked in, and observed very quickly that he had a natural distaste for sinners. You couldn’t blame the guy really, being an arch angel and then falling, having to see what humans had done when they were given free will? Seeing that many chose war, violence and crime over just being good people? Yeah, you’d hate them too.

Which is why when you saw him walk into the hotel, met him and really saw him. Saw how he was willing to put his own beliefs on the back burner for Charlie. Willing to go up in front of Heaven again, you were sure with concern of putting a target on his back, he did so, no second thought. He shouldered it and carried it. Then when the hotel was in pieces and he helped rebuild it, you saw a man change right before your eyes and you were in love.

You shook your head at yourself as you nursed the drink you had at the bar. Husk eyed you and shook his head. “Thinkin’ ‘bout ‘im?” He asked cleaning the mug. You nodded, a sad look in your eyes. “Why don’t you jus’ talk to ‘im kid?” Husk said.

“Because, Husk, he’s…” You stop and pause. He was what? The King of Hell? Former arch angel? God’s favorite? The LightBringer? A man who was no man? Someone so sweet and kind, who still kept going after being dealt a shitty hand? Someone you didn’t even deserve to look at?

“He’s-He would never see me like that.” You muttered. The facts plain as day. The King of Hell and a lowly sinner, not even a fucking overlord. You’re in hell because you illegally downloaded music and forgot to register your car and drove illegally. And probably because you told your neighbor Karen to fuck off when she said that gay rights was ruining America. Did you regret it? No. But it’s not like any of that made you worthy of him.

“It’s not that he won’t see you like that.” Husk said. “It’s that you won’t see you like that.” You look at Husk, knowing he was right. You raise your glass in acknowledgment and he shrugs his shoulders. You sigh and turn, watching Charlie and Lucifer laughing about something, Angel joining in. Nifty came up to you and tugged on your pants.

“This is for you.” She said, holding out a pin with a roach on it.

“Oh, Nifts, you shouldn’t have.” You say putting the pin on the counter and Husk taking it. You smile and pat the small demon on her head. She giggles maniacally and runs off. Husk looks at you and holds a bottle in his hand, proceeding to do a trick with it and your eyes light up and you start clapping, you running behind the bar wanting to learn. Momentarily forgetting your pitiful loathing. What you didn’t see was Lucifer now watching you, glaring at Husk as he helped guide your hands.

It brought out this sick and twisted vortex that settled in the pit of the King of Hells stomach as he saw Husk even touch you. It should be him touching you like that. No one else. The bitter jealousy had grown over time to an over bearing monster. He laughs loudly at whatever Charlie said, loud enough to try and get your attention, and it doesn’t work. Making his mood grow sour as he announced he was retiring for the night. Everyone said good night and you just waved, going back to your Vegas bottle flipping with Husk. He saw how you were always so comfortable with touch, freely gave it even. Even to Alastor, who he had seen allow you to hug him. But anytime he came around, you stiffened. If he even brushed past you, you were gone quicker then he could say hello. One time, you both had reached for your drinks at the bar at the same time and just touched pinkies. You retracted your hand so quickly you accidentally threw your glass at the wall.

Lucifer didn’t understand. He must’ve done something. Truly he could understand why a sinner would be afraid of him. Why a sinner wouldn’t want to be near him. He caused all this misfortune. Everything in hell was his fault, you were here because of a decision he made a millennia ago. No wonder you hated him, was his last thought as he shut the door to his room.

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The next morning saw a new day and as you came down stairs seeing Charlie, Vaggie, Lucifer and Nifty present, and a certain Radio Demon lurking in the shadows that no one noticed, you waved hello and grabbed some coffee. When you joined the group you chose a seat close to Charlie who immediately hugged you in greeting. You smiled as you balanced your coffee to ensure it didn’t spill, not noticing Lucifer’s glare, not at you but at Charlie. You went back to talking and when Alastor materialized everyone jumped except you as he glided over to you and patted your head. You looked up and smiled at him in greeting as everyone wondered why you weren’t shocked.

“Why would I be? He was in the shadows over there for a while.” You say, shrugging. Everyone looking at you, with a mix of confusion and bewilderment.

“It takes a lot to see beyond shadows my dear. If you’re ever interested in learning more I’d be happy to teach you.” He says, his voice sickly sweet, not that you pick up on it. But Alastor picks up on Lucifer’s quiet fuming. The anger, desperation and sadness, bundled into one aura fueled Alastor more than the screams of his last kill.

“Oh, thanks Al! I’ll keep that in mind.” You say, taking another sip of coffee.

“Charlie! We need to get to work. Come on, let’s go look at those curtains on the third floor.” Lucifer suddenly says as he hops up and takes Charlie with him, Vaggie trailing behind as they both look at Lucifer appalled. You can hear Charlie’s protests as she disappears around the corner.

“Wonder what that was about.” You say, looking at Alastor. Alastor’s smile widens.

“Nothing that concerns us, my dear.” You nod and go back to relaxing.

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Later on that day you and Angel had decided that a movie night was exactly what was needed. Well, Angel had decided and you had agreed. As the movie was playing in the background, you rested on Angel’s shoulder, his fingers combing through your hair.

“I just don’t know Angel.” You murmured. “I’ve tried to just move on, but I can’t. My heart is in a chokehold.” You say miserably.

“Could be worse, sweet cheeks.” He responds, pulling you closer and kissing your head. Lucifer coming down the stairs, stops. Seeing this interaction between you and Angel, something just… breaks inside him. All this time. All this yearning. He just wants you and you won’t spare him a glance, not like he can blame you. He doesn’t mean to, but a sob tears out of his mouth and causes you and Angel to whip around. You see Lucifer standing there, tears in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks, his hands over his mouth. His eyes wide as he’s caught, and he turns and runs back up the stairs. Ignoring your call for him to wait. You stop at the sofa and look at Angel.

“What-What do I do? Should I get Charlie?” You ask.

“I’ll go get Charlie, you go follow him.” Angel says pausing the movie and glancing up the stairs.

“Okay.” You say as you start to run up them to follow Lucifer. Angel sits back down and goes on his phone once he sees you disappear.

“They’ll finally figure it out.” He says to himself, pulling the blanket over himself and texting Husk to see if he wanted to finish this movie with him.

Upstairs you stopped at a corner panting and cursing yourself for never taking cardio seriously, but really chasing an arch angel down would have required Olympic tiers abilities. You rested for a second and then sped walked around the corner, landing at Lucifer’s door. You can hear on the other side gut wrenching sobs and things being thrown.

You knock on the door, something smashing and then silence besides a few hyperventilating sounding breaths. You knock again, “Lucifer? Can I come in? I want to make sure you’re okay.”

“I-I’m FINE.” He yells, sounding angry and sad at the same time. “Just go!”

“I’m not leaving. You don’t sound fine.” You sigh, putting all your feelings aside and realizing he needs someone right now and you’re literally the closest right now. “I’m coming in.”

“No! Don’t you DARE!” He yells as you open the door and see a rubber duck headed your way. You duck and the toy hits the door and bounces into the hall. You look at him and see glasses shattered, decorations torn to shreds, and in the middle of it all is Lucifer who has curled in on himself to be the smallest he could be. As you approach him you realize he’s bleeding, gold drops to the ground almost mesmerizing. You quickly go to his bathroom and get the first aid kit that Charlie mandated be in every bathroom. You come out and he hasn’t moved so you sit in front of him with the kit, his eyes refusing to meet yours.

“Lucifer, please, let me help you.” You say holding out your hand. He looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours, sadness, anger and hatred apparent.

“Why would I?” He spits out at you. “You avoid me like the plague the rest of the time, why is this different? Leave me be. It will heal.” Your eyes widen at his venomous tone.

“I-I don’t avoid you.” You start.

“You don’t?” Lucifer says, getting angrier. “What do you call it then? Every time I’m near you, you run away. I brush past you and you’re on the other side of the room. For fucks sake, we barely touched hands getting a drink at the same time and you were so repulsed that you threw the drink into the damn WALL!” He screams, on his knees now, invading your space, his demonic form slowly taking shape the angrier he gets. “I TRIED, to be nice, to show you I never meant you harm. But I am the one who landed you here didn’t I?” He laughs bitterly. “I’m the one who caused this, caused hell to be. I understand you don’t want to look at me but I ask you to be less obvious about it.” He snarls, his face in yours.

As it dawns on you, that Lucifer thought you hated him and you thought the opposite, without thinking, your hand goes to his cheek and the other to his neck. Before you can think about your actions you lean over and kiss him. You feel him frozen and quite honestly, you are as well. For several moments, you keep your eyes shut, your lips on his and you wait, knowing that what you feel couldn’t be conveyed with words right now. At least not well. You prayed, for the first time in a long time, you prayed that Lucifer would just understand.

And suddenly your prayers were answered, as his hands came up and gripped your shirt like a lifeline, as he straddled your lap and deepened the kiss. Feeling the whimper that came from him more than hearing it and letting your arms fall to his waist drawing him in. Your tongue darting out to his lower lip, begging for entrance. A gasp coming from you as it was granted and you felt his forked tongue enter your mouth. Your hands not landing anywhere, wanting to be greedy and devour everything he had to give, switched from his hair down to his waist multiple times. You both broke away panting, a string of saliva connecting you both, until you broke it and started to kiss up his neck. His moans sounding like symphonies in your ear.

“I never hated you.” You whispered in his ear. “I thought you were too good for me. I’ve loved you since I first saw you.” You clutch him to you, placing gentle kisses on his neck again, feeling like you would be committing a terrible sin if your lips stopped touching him for more than a few moments. He gasped and arched against you.

“I-I thought you hated me. Because I was the one who created all this. Gave humanity free will. Why you were down here.” He uttered, pulling away, his hand resting on your cheek and staring at you.

“You silly man.” You said, tears in your eyes. “I’d run a thousand red lights, kill a hundred people, jaywalk as many times as it took to ensure I could be back down here with you.” You brought your forehead to his. “None of this is your fault. You had a beautiful and inspiring dream. You gave humanity a choice and how beautiful of a gift to give?” You asked as he looked at you, tears falling down his cheeks again. You wiped them away, kissing each of his eyes.

“You are beautiful and stunning to me Lucifer Morningstar. I am truly unworthy.” You murmur, kissing him again.

“No, you are a beauty to behold. I am truly unworthy.” He murmurs and you both smile.

“Maybe we’ll find a way to feel worthy of the love we think the other deserves, hmm?” You ask and Lucifer smiles at you.

“It’ll take time.” He whispers.

“I have all the time in Hell, Your Majesty.” Your kiss engulfing the moan he voiced hearing you, as you drew him closer to you again. You both knew one thing though, you were going to have to work on communication.

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raginglesbian2006 · 3 months

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Ne Me Quitte Pas

Alastor x angel!reader

Chapter 1: The Song is Ended (But the Melody Lingers on)

Chapter Warnings: Murder, Mentions of rape, Death

The song is ended

But the melody lingers on

You and the song are gone

But the melody lingers on

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"Have you ever been in love, Alastor?"

The radio static screeched to a halt. Charlie winced at this, covering her ears.

"What brought you to question this, dear?" Alastor asked after recovering from the initial shock, his ever-present grin looking a bit strained.

Charlie chuckled awkwardly. "Well..," she pointed at the pendant that hung around his neck, sitting atop his garments, "I see you with that beautiful pendant around your neck all the time and you're very protective of it.... so I was just wondering," she trailed off.

Alastor let out a laugh, "Oh my dear, this is nothing," he lied, "Love. What a ridiculous notion!"

Charlie could not help but not believe him, but she let it go anyway; bidding farewell to the radio demon to search for her girlfriend.

Alastor was left alone in his thoughts. His hands reached up to touch the little trinket he sought to wear religiously around his neck.

No, this wasn't nothing. This was everything.

As he walked through the halls of the hotel to reach his room, his mind lingered on you. You were the one who gave him this pendant. You were the one who stole his heart.

Yes, he was in love once. Still is.

He remembers the time he met you- when you became his safe haven. He remembers when you had to leave, far from him and he could do nothing about it.

He also remembers meeting you again- the memory etched in his mind.

It was a bright sunny morning in Louisiana. Alastor was in his studio, narrating the tragic news of the New Orleans Boogeyman striking again. This time, hunting down and killing the nation's "hero", the son of a military veteran. Arnold Miller had followed in the footsteps of his father and had joined the army. His brilliant feats of achievements served as a source of inspiration for every lad in America, more importantly in New Orleans, since it was his place of origin. To everyone else, Arnold was a good soul, always ready to help out people, never backing down from serving the nation he loved so much.

Everyone, except Alastor. Alastor knew of his true nature. Arnold was accustomed to luring in girls - often against their will- taking their dignity, ripping them to shreds, and leaving them to pick up the pieces in front of the ever-scrutinizing society. He used to brag about his "escapades" to his pals, unafraid that anyone would turn against him. Everyone loved him after all. Moreover, he saw no fault in his actions.

Alastor was more than willing to show him his flaws. He regretted not taking care of him earlier, jeopardizing the safety of so many women. But at least he was gone, having faced the end of Alastor's blade. No one would have to deal with another scum like him anymore.

His radio show went on as usual, after the initial murder reports.

He talked about the daily humdrum around the locality, cracked a few jokes on the ever-changing economy, and suggested stores that sold excellent formal wear. This was a routine he'd come to love during his time as a radio host. He was satisfied with the predictability of his shows, and his life by extension.

All in all, he was happy with the hand he was dealt with.

"That is all for today, folks! Be sure to lock your doors tonight and refrain from walking alone at night. You never know when the Boogeyman might jump up behind you!" he chuckled, "And don't forget to smile! You're never fully dressed without one!"

He turned off his feed and sighed as he slumped against his chair. He couldn't wait to go back home already. His ma, although sick, had pestered him to never skip a day of his work. She'd told him he looked miserable whenever he did skip work and she wished nothing but happiness for him.

He assured her that he was happy to stay at home to take care of her but her stubbornness knew no bounds.

"I suppose I do get my grit from her," he wondered.

He took off his headphones and stood up from his chair, stretching his long limbs in the process. He started cleaning up his station, when suddenly he heard a knock.

"Come in," he said, not looking up at the opening door.

"Mr. Alastor!" a chirpy voice greeted him.

It was the young lad he had hired for the smooth running of his little business. Oliver had been thrown to the streets having been unable to pay his rent and Alastor had found him shivering in a corner of the street. Taking pity on him, the radio host offered him a job and a place to stay near the studio. Since then, Oliver had become a rather loyal help to him. Had it not been for his astounding marketing skills, Alastor's radio show would've been far from popular.

"Ah, Oliver!," Alastor hummed, still not looking up at him. He was rather busy making sure his studio was left prim and proper, "Do tell me, how can I be of service?"

Oliver was jumping with excitement, "Well, remember we were having a chat on how the radio station needed a few more hands to handle it, given its booming popularity?"

Alastor hummed as he repositioned the antiquities his mother had gifted him when he opened his studio.

"Well, I found someone willing to take on the ever-daunting task!" Oliver exclaimed and stepped aside, "Meet our newest employee!"

Alastor, still stuck in his own world didn't look up until he heard a sweet voice ringing through.

"Greetings, Mr. Alastor!"

His hands paused for a second. This voice... he'd recognize it anywhere. He turned around abruptly and finally looked at his overexcited acquaintance and the recently recruited employee.

It was you. His breath got caught up in his chest.

"Salutations," he said softly, his mind still not having caught up with the fact that you were in front of him, alive, "May I ask what your name is?"

You uttered what he had wanted to hear. His eyes could not believe it. After all these years, he was finally able to see you. The very person who'd become his safe haven when he was young, the person who'd comforted him during those dark times- when he ran away from home, when he felt scared and alone, the person who'd given him the pendant he wore religiously around his neck before they left.

"Oliver, " he glanced at the boy, "Do go get them a drink. It is quite unsightly for us to not treat the newest addition to our business."

Despite your protests, Oliver nodded his head and ran out the door, eager to please his boss.

When the door closed shut, Alastor let out the breath he was holding in since he saw your face.

He muttered your name, "Dear, is it really you?"

Your eyes blinked for a few seconds before they scrunched up with your growing smile, "I was wondering if you'd forgotten me, Al."

Alastor laughed in disbelief, "Forget you? What utter nonsense. Forgetting you would be a sin so great that even Lucifer would shy away from it."

He slowly approached you, "Besides, " his hands went up to the pendant, "How could I afford to forget when you gifted me this?"

Your eyes shone and you giggled, "You still have that!" Your hands reached out to touch the pendant, but you hesitated and they stayed frozen in the space between the two of you.

Before you could apologize for invading his personal space, his hands drew yours closer. You stumbled forward, placing your hands on his chest, right over the pendant that lay atop it. You blushed at the sudden proximity. His hands slid up to your waist, holding you close. You dared to look up at him.

"By golly, you seem to have gotten much taller," you chuckled, pushing up his glasses that had slid down the slope of his nose, "Last I remember, you were still shorter than me."

His eyes and smile had grown softer, far from his usual demeanor.

"And you still look as beautiful as the day I lost you."

As if your face couldn't possibly get more heated, he managed to make it boiling hot. You tried uttering a response but stuttered halfway through. Taking pride in how he made you speechless, Alastor asked, "When did you arrive here?"

You finally found your voice, "O-oh, I just moved in yesterday! I needed a fresh new environment after having finished my schooling and I decided to come here. I was looking around for a job this morning when I stumbled upon Oliver and he offered me a position at your radio station!"

Alastor tsked, still holding you close, "Cher, you cannot just accept some stranger's proposal for a job. What if he lured you into something dangerous?"

"He told me about your radio show and I trust you with my life so...." you trailed off, looking sheepish.

Alastor chuckled as he shook his head. Letting go of you, he stepped back to pick up the coat that was hanging on his chair. Just as he was doing so, the door burst open to reveal Oliver with a piping hot kettle and a mug.

"I do apologize. Mr. Alastor here only likes drinking coffee so we have no other beverages available," Oliver explained, as he placed the utensils down on the nearby table.

"That won't be necessary now, dear boy," Alastor continued, "I'll be showing them around our city. Do keep the studio prepared and the articles ready for the evening broadcast."

And with that, he offered you his arm, "Shall we?"

You grinned and looped your arm around his and the two of you walked out, leaving behind a very confused Oliver.

"What just happened-"

Alastor's smile widened at the memory. He vividly remembers spending every waking hour with you beside him, now that he'd found you again. He had grown terribly attached to you, but you did not mind it one bit. You enjoyed the attention he showered you with and his company was something you looked forward to each day.

Oliver always joked about the two of you getting together. So it wasn't a surprise to him when you two eventually started courting each other. All he did was lament about being the miserable third wheel.

Alastor remembers how his daily "escapades" had reduced significantly with the more time he spent with you. He did not even realize that fact until the newspapers reported on the disappearance of the New Orleans Boogeyman.

His smile had strained when he'd read the article, his anger growing by every second. How dare they think of him as a coward?

However, all those thoughts dissipated at the sound of your voice. Oh, how you had captured his mind, body, and soul.

He introduced you to his ma soon after he started courting you. Although she couldn't see you properly, given her ailing health and age, she still welcomed you with open arms.

As he stopped going on his "hunts" frequently, his relationship with you grew stronger. You were there with him in every new chapter of his life. When he celebrated his 100th broadcast, you were there celebrating with him. When he experimented with his own twist on his mother's jambalaya, you were right there tasting his creation. When his mother eventually passed away, you were right there comforting him as he sobbed into your shoulder.

On his 30th birthday, you gave him a gift he'd treasure for the rest of his life. He had been complaining about how only one of his eyes had problems with vision and that wearing a pair of glasses proved to be detrimental to his other healthy eye. Taking that into consideration, you had gifted him a monocle. You apologized for how small the gift was and told him that he could return it if he wasn't pleased with it. He had silenced you with a kiss.

You were all he thought about. A life with you beside him was everything he wanted. That is why, he stood there in front of the jewellery shop, inspecting and choosing the perfect ring to propose to you with.

When he was satisfied with his pick, he had stored the little box inside his coat pockets. Oh, how he wished his ma was there to witness all of this. She had always wanted to see him married to someone, happily living the rest of his life under the love and care of his spouse.

Things were just perfect, more than ever before.

Until karma came knocking on his door. Literally. His dead heart still pains at the memory.

Alastor had never lost control of his life after he "took care" of his father. He prided himself on that. It was the control he was after, once he landed in hell and that is what made him a formidable overlord.

But the day he lost you? He'd never felt more helpless.

Alastor brushed some dirt off his clothes as he hummed to the tune of the radio playing in the background. His calm demeanor would fool most but he was undeniably nervous.

Today was the day he would ask you to be his, forever.

Alastor had called you to the little cabin he'd bought in the forest, which also served as his hunting ground- be it for deer or despicable humans.

No matter the atrocities he committed, one could not deny how beautiful the forest looked at night. Fireflies would scatter across the expanse of the land, making nighttime all the more lovelier.

Alastor had planned to get down on one knee with the night sky lit by stars and the glow from the fireflies. He believed it would be the perfect romantic atmosphere to propose to you.

Not long after, he heard a knock at the door. His smile grew impossibly large as he giddily opened the door. Instead of seeing you, however, his face was met with the end of a gun.

"See you in hell, murderer."

Alastor quickly ducked out of the way, letting the bullet whiz past him and hit the wall. The man who held the gun let out a grunt, displeased that his shot missed. Although the man was twice his size, Alastor was able to tackle him to the ground. Still, the man would not let go of his gun, leading the two of them to struggle for the weapon.

"You fucker- you deserve to die for what you did!" screamed out the man.

Alastor let out a laugh, his face looking strained, "I just did what those scums deserved."

In the middle of their struggle, the trigger was pulled once more and Alastor heard the gunshot. The bullet missed him again, this time shooting toward the entrance of the cabin. He hadn't looked away from his opponent for a moment, fearing he'd take advantage of the situation and kill him. However, his ears picked up a singular gasp.

His eyes widened as he looked towards the door, left ajar.

It was you.

Bleeding out of your skull.

Your eyes were wide as saucers, staring at Alastor. Your body trembled as you slid down the door, blood profusely dripping from your head and onto the wooden floors of the cabin. Then, with a loud thump, you fell back, taking your last breath.

Alastor felt his soul leave his body.

no...no...surely this was a dream, right?

Taking advantage of Alastor's vulnerability, the man shoved him aside and got up on his feet, pointing the gun at Alastor.

"Too bad the little missus had to go. It wouldn't have happened if you did not do what you did," the man sneered.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Alastor took ahold of his gun and with all the strength in his body, pushed it out of the man's grasp. The gun flew to the side of the cabin, leaving the man unarmed.

Alastor stood up slowly, his facial muscles stretching in a maniacal grin. The man backed down slowly, his body trembling slightly.

"YOU. MADE. A. GRAVE. MISTAKE."

With that, Alastor pounced on the man and started beating him relentlessly, laughing all the while. He did not stop till the man's face had become red and blue beyond recognition and his chest stopped heaving.

Silence enveloped the cabin. In it was Alastor- his hands covered in blood, and two bodies. Alastor walked away from the dead body of the man and moved towards your lifeless figure.

Despite his maniacal grin still present, his eyes welled up with tears as he held your body close. His heart throbbed with immense pain and his mind turned foggy. All he could do was cry into your shoulder, wishing this was all a dream.

The night he was supposed to end with you as his spouse-to-be had now turned into him burying the love of his life. When he was done, he reached out for a stone and carved your initials on it, placing it atop your grave. He sat there for a while. His hands reached into his pocket and he pulled out the ring. He placed it on the stone.

His chest pained as he walked away from your grave. He would come back soon, he just had to dispose of the scum that decided to take his light away from him. Just as he started to turn the wheelbarrow that contained the remains of the man, he heard another gunshot.

This time, it did not miss.

Alastor fell to the floor of the forest. He sidled up to your grave painstakingly, abandoning the wheelbarrow. Blood poured rapidly from his head. Those god-awful hunters had shot him under the cover of this grim night. He somehow managed to rest himself against the tree that was situated right beside your resting place.

"Oh cher, " he wheezed out, "I suppose I wouldn't mind dying next to you."

As if things couldn't get worse, he heard the growls of the hunting dogs close by. His grin widened. So this was how karma came around, taking everything away from him. All that was left was himself.

His bleary eyes followed the imposing figures of the hunting dogs as they surrounded his dying body.

He reached out his hand towards the pendant.

Alastor couldn't even scream when the beasts tore into his body.

"Alastor?"

The radio demon turned towards the princess of hell, her hands laden with plans for the hotel.

"Yes, dear?"

Charlie hesitated, "You seemed a bit lost there. Are you ok?"

Alastor let out a laugh, "Just as jolly as the day I came to hell. Haha!"

Taglist: @yumiburrito , @candyladycry , @sleepykittycx

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor x reader #alastor x angel!reader

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drvirgus · 3 months

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Why You?

Idol! Yunjin X Idol! Reader X Idol! Chaewon

Description: What if the first official lesbian in the K-pop industry has to fake date her biggest school enemy? What if Y/n is already in a relationship, and it happens to be with one of the Member of Yunjin?

Tags: Enemies to lovers, slow burn, Idol au, Smau

Warnings: kind of Cheating? Lots of Communication lack, strong language. Kys jokes

Status: Finished✌🏼

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Profiles: 🐍🐯🐈🐱🦢, 🐼🐋🐶🦄🐯, Others

Y/n‘s Outing

Fake Relationship?

Why her?

Pretty face?

Y/n‘s paying

Unnie

That shouldn’t be okay

The fake Date

The fake Date (2)

Tipsy Y/n

3 Lesbians for Charlie

the „Weapon“

just a game

puffer fish

show some respect

Itzy‘s concert

living a lie

since middle school?

flying to America

your first

just a joke

dress appropriately

flying to America (2)

loyalty

leaving you out here (half-written)

mobbing Y/n

afraid of losing me?

making her laugh

spreading what?

party

Party (2) (half-written)

7 minutes (fully-written)

Y/n‘s a bottom?

Tell her

Let’s try it

Compliments

Lives

Don’t confess

We‘re just friends

I‘ll ask her

I like you

I‘m sorry

A break

Communication issues

Song lyrics

Running away

I‘m happy she’s laughing

who‘s that person?

did you think of Yunjin?

I like you (2) (half-written)

the break up

the reveal

beating Yunjin

#newjeans minji #newjeans #le sserafim #kim chaewon #chaewon #chaewon x reader #huh yunjin #yunjin #yunjin x reader #eunchae #sakura #kazuha #aespa karina #aespa #karina #winter #ningning #giselle

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rubberonmyduck · 2 months

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"Can you be my Date?"

Lucifer Morningstar x Human! Reader (Female)

ao3 Link

To keep up is image and discourage the hellish media from knowing about Lucifer's divorce, Lucifer finds a random human, you, to pose as his date at one of his aristocratic parties. 5,588 Words

Upon entry into Hell, the usual sinner would learn a few things very quickly.

They were absolutely stuck in this wretched place, that much was certain, but this wretched place seemed a lot less inhumane than the books say it was. Sure, it was still Hell , but it was more of a corporate America type of Hell than a damned for all eternity type. The place had a monarch installed, but the ruler seemed to do very little, barely showing his face and making laws very less. It was as if he weren’t even there.

But he was, oh Lucifer was there. The denizens over the years remembered less and less about the king, but they knew two things for certain. He had a wife, and he had a daughter.

His daughter, Charlie, she would self-proclaim to any and every news outlet who interviewed her, was a relaxed, care-free, and unnecessarily happy demon. She ran a hotel that was less than appealing to most folk and the princess was pretty much seen as an absolute joke.

Lucifer’s wife however, a look that's now been centuries forgotten under lies and trickery, was never in the spotlight anymore. Had the two not had a daughter, most new sinners would likely assume Lucifer was lying about his so-called significant other.

And frankly? He kind of was.

Lucifer sat alone on one of the loveseats, the fire in the fireplace slowly burning out after having been on for so long. Occasionally would he flick his wrist and reset the flame to full blaze, but he was too engulfed in his own mind to do it once more.

Every century the Sins would hold a get-together to commemorate themselves– Lucifer, a prideful man had thought of this first and proposed to the others– and keep spirits high and tensions away from the Rings. Typically each Sin would bring along a guest to the rendezvous, adding to the sea of important people invited every year. More often than not it would be their significant other– Asmodeus would bring Fizzarolli, Beelzebub would bring Vortex, Mammon would bring… Well, admittedly his guest would change every time to the point the Sin of Pride was never sure who hell that greedy bastard was dating. And Lucifer would bring Lilith.

Lucifer glanced down at the wedding ring he still had looped around his finger. He pulled the piece of metal off, inspecting it with a sigh.

Beelzebub and Asmodeus knew about his divorce first, both of which explained it to the other sins so Lucifer didn’t need to repeat the story another four times, but it was still a complicated moment now. Lilith wasn’t public about the divorce, and Lucifer never mentioned it to anyone besides his daughter after the fact, so it wasn’t common knowledge to anyone else that he was single. At this point he was mostly over it– but the thought of having the media drag him and reopen the wounds again was daunting.

That's when Beelzebub came up with an idea. People knew Lucifer’s wife was a human, so she had suggested maybe Lucifer find a human willing to pose as his wife for the night. That way, the media and fellow royalty attending the event would be none the wiser. In another century, they were sure Lucifer would be healed enough to spill the beans.

The idea seemed simple enough. There had to be at least one human willing enough to assist him, and maybe if he offered some sort of wealth or immortality he could sway them to his side. Surely any human he took down to Hell would be stuck with that future, but the percentage of humans that ended up down here was enough to confirm Lucifer didn’t have to worry about changing their fate. The only issue was how . How was Lucifer going to find someone? Should he hold an event? Stalk some people on the streets? Where would he even go, Earth was unnecessarily huge and overpopulated. He thought on it for hours that night and into the next morning, but eventually, he settled on the simplest solution. Snapping his fingers, Lucifer opened up a portal and walked through it.

It was a boring morning as you were lounging on your couch, a shitty television show playing in the background as you scrolled on your phone. It was a lazy day– you had the bowl of popcorn and two half empty bottles of soda sitting on the coffee table to prove it. Your boss gave you a few days off of work, and there wasn’t much to do when your friends were all stuck working their one dead-end nine to fives. You tossed your phone down onto the cushion beside you, letting out a frustrated groan followed by a yawn.

It was only half fast four pm, there was no way you’d let yourself sleep. Just because you had nowhere to be tomorrow, didn’t mean you wanted to be awake all night because of a terrible decision from the day before. But a few moments of shut-eye wouldn't hurt, right? You let your eyes close, leaning your head back.

“Are you awake?”

You let out a little hum of confirmation, your brain not fully catching up. You sunk a little deeper into the couch, trying to convey to your roommate you didn’t want to do anything. As you did though, something hit you.

Your roommate was out of the country.

And your roommate definitely did not sound like a man.

Your eyes shot open, staring in the direction ahead to see a man standing in front of you.

“What the FUCK ,” You sat up quickly before trying to crawl over the back of your couch to get away from the person, flopping down on the ground hard as your did. That didn’t deter you though, as you quickly scooted back all the way to your kitchen table, freely reaching on it until your hands came in contact with the plastic butter knife you left on it earlier. You pointed it at the stranger.

Meanwhile, the stranger just looked at you blankly. As the two of you stared at each other, you were able to take in more of the appearance of him. He was awfully pale on his face, save for a pink, round dot on both of his cheeks. His hair was light blond, and he was wearing some pink and white striped shirt. If you looked closer at his arms, you could tell the blackness was more skin like than a long glove. His pants were as white as his skin, and his boots were awfully tall. He kind of looked like a cosplayer, you determined.

“Who– Who the fuck are you!” You stuttered, your hand with the butter knife shaking. The man just gave you a grin, slowly walking over to you with his hands held in front of himself as a show he means no harm.

Once he was only a few feet in front of you, he gave you a slight bow.

“Lucifer Morningstar, darling!”

You blinked at him.

“Uh. Are you trying to rob me?” You cocked your head to the side. You haven’t been robbed before, but you were pretty sure this isn’t how robberies work. “No, you’re doing it wrong if you are. Are you a Jehovah witness? I told you guys to stop breaking in !”

“Er,” The man reached forward and pushed on your butter knife, lowering your weapon. It wasn’t something he was particularly afraid of, but he didn’t want to find out if he should be. “Quite the opposite actually– wait, they’ve broken into your house before?”

You let the butter knife fall to the ground. “They used to do it like once a month.” You pointed to a window behind the man. “That’s why that window is boarded up.”

The man did an ‘O’ shape with his mouth, looking over to the window in question. This would be a perfect opportunity to try and stab the man, but you were too curious and if he was being nice now , you mise well savor it. You should really call the cops though.

“Who are you?”

“I already told you my name–”

“I have my doubts that’s your name.”

The man looked almost offended, crossing his arm over his chest and huffing.

“It is!”

“You sound like a cultist.” You commented. You pushed yourself off the ground, standing with the supposed ‘Lucifer’. You noticed quickly you had a few inches on him, but otherwise he seemed like a semi-normal man.

“I’m more-so the Devil.” He replied. Lucifer started tapping his foot on the ground, a bit of impatience creeping up on him.

“Ah, yes, the Devil himself broke into my house. How believable .”

“You’re being difficult.”

You raised an eyebrow at the man, leaning back against the table behind you.

“You don’t look like the Devil, Lucifer.”

As you said that, the tv flashed an image of Good Omen’s version of Satan on the screen. You gestured for Lucifer to look at it. There was a sour look on his face as he did.

“You humans' depictions of me get weirder and weirder,” He muttered, shaking his head at the sight. He turned back to you with a look of determination. “How about I prove it to you?”

With a flick of his wrist, the two of you seemed to be teleported to a different room, the walls covered in large windows and decorated in tacky wallpaper everywhere else. You were sitting at a table, a teacup in front of you. Slightly above it was a levitating teapot, pouring its contents into the cup before moving to pour into another cup, this one sat in front of Lucifer. He had a more businesslike suit on. You looked down at yourself, seeing a red dress on you instead of your normal lounge-wear. There were two more chairs at the table, both with a unique rubber duck sitting on each.

“How– how did you do that? Am I dreaming?”

Lucifer made a jazz hands motion. “Magic! You are awake.”

What looked to be a clone of Lucifer walked over and grabbed the teapot from the table, but before he walked away, he gave you a hard pinch on your shoulder.

“ Ow !”

The clone snickered, then disappeared.

Lucifer then snapped his fingers, the entire scenery disappearing around you. Your clothes were reverted back to normal, as was his, but now the two of you were sitting on your couch. Lucifer handed a cold, full can of soda over to you.

“You, you’re–”

“The Devil himself, yes!” Lucifer took a sip out of the teacup he seemed to still have, sticking his tongue out a bit and the hotness of it that he wasn’t expecting. You noticed it was forked, adding onto the absurdity.

You set the offered soda on the coffee table before scooting a bit to the side away from Lucifer. As you did this, you gripped at your forearms, trying to close yourself off from the man. He paid no mind to your movements, and kept talking.

“I need a favor,” Lucifer stated, figuring that beating around the shrubs would put him more into a time constraint than he already was. Lucifer set his tea down on the table next to your own drink. He turned his body towards you.

“A favor?” You squinted at him. You were still convinced this was some awful dream. That you would wake up on your couch in a few moments, no Devil sitting next to you and the streetlights shining in reminding you that you slept for too long. But when none of that happened, you just decided to hear the Devil out.

“I have a slight issue, and I was hoping you’d be able to help me.”

“If you’re asking to have sex with me, I’m going to have to decline–”

“No,” Lucifer cut you off, looking mildly disturbed. “No no no, no. Not that. Oh Satan no .”

“Did you just–”

“Different guy! I don’t want to fuck you.” Lucifer looked you up and down, before shaking his head. “I need to date you!”

“Ehm– Usually I prefer being taken to dinner out first?”

Lucifer stood up. He brushed down his shirt, smoothing the wrinkles. He looked down at you and rolled his eyes.

“I need someone to pose as my date tomorrow night. Just for a night.”

“Your date? For what?”

“The Sins and I– Uh, we have a party every once in a while. To celebrate another century of Hell not having collapsed on itself.”

You gave Lucifer a nod, before glancing down at his hands. There was a golden band on his ring finger.

“Shouldn’t you take your wife to this event?”

Lucifer looked down at the ring on his hand. A small blush appeared on his face as he moved the hand behind his back.

“We’re divorced.”

You raised an eyebrow. Definitely a can of worms you didn’t want to deal with. You stood up alongside Lucifer, crossing your arms and tilting your head at him.

“Look, I don’t really know a whole lot about the religious lore you come from, but aren’t there other people who live in Hell? Couldn’t you ask them?”

“My ex-wife,” Lucifer started, an annoyed tone creeping back up his throat, “Was a human. There’s no humans in Hell.”

You gave him a little hum. “Wouldn’t your sin-ly friends notice you have another woman with you?”

“They already know about the divorce, it's the media that assumes I’m still married, and I’d prefer it to stay that way.”

“I’ve never met your wife, but I’m pretty sure I don’t look like her, Lucifer.”

“Sure you do!” Lucifer raised one of his hands to the top of your head, comparing the high difference between the two of you. He stuck his tongue out as he thought. Lucifer then held a piece of your hair in his hands. “You’re about the same height. If anyone asks, I’ll just say you dyed your hair.”

“You don’t even know who I am. Why are you asking me? Why not ask some woman from the cults that follow you?”

“Those people are nuts! Besides, you seem nice enough. Haven’t stabbed me at all, that's pretty much all I can ask from a wife.”

“How did you even find me?”

“Well,” Lucifer clasped his hands together in an awkward manor, his cheeks reddening. “I kind of opened the portal right inside your little house here,”

“Apartment.”

“Apartment. You should really upgrade this. But uh, by the looks of your calendar over there,” Lucifer pointed towards the kitchen, his sights on the calendar you had hanging on your fridge. “You happen to be free tomorrow night.”

“How– How long have you been in here?”

Lucifer counted a few fingers on his hand. “Maybe three hours?”

You gaped at him. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that.” Sighing, you let yourself fall back down onto the couch. You rubbed your face with one of your hands.

“You know what, Lucifer? I’m feeling generous.” You stated, taking the hand off your face to look back up at Lucifer. He grinned at your words. “But! I know about you demons and your little deal things. What am I getting out of this?”

Lucifer chuckled. “Of course I wouldn’t ask you this without something in return.” Lucifer held his hand out towards you. Angelic energy seemed to dissipate off of it at the motion. “A favor from me at any time of your choosing. You get to fully keep your soul, too! The favor can be anything.”

Despite the skeptical look on your face, you decided hey, why not? What was the worst that could happen, anyways? You die? You weren’t fond of death, but now knowing the afterworld did actually exist, the fear you originally had dissipated with every second that went by. You grasped Lucifer’s hand with your own. The grin re-appeared across his face, looking almost creepier this time as the room around you seemed to glitch and turn red and gold. A rush of air passed you two, and you were able to make out the symbol of a star below where you stood.

Lucifer let go of your hand, the room around you turning back to normal.

“It’s a deal! I’ll pick you up at 8,” Lucifer turned to the side, flicking his wrist and opening a golden-ringed portal beside him. As he stepped though, he let you know one last thing. “There’s a purple dress in your closet for you!”

And the dress was there. This whole thing seemed ridiculous. After Lucifer left the day before, you passed out on your couch for the night. Thinking it was a dream, you almost weren’t going to bother reminding yourself to get ready, but you felt a weird tugging sensation, convincing yourself to take a peep in your closet for that supposed purple dress. It was on a hanger, a yellow sticky note on it saying ‘don't forget!’ with a little doodle of a rubber duck. It took you a couple minutes of fumbling to get the outfit on properly, but once you did you were quick to put on some simple makeup and black heels, finally getting the chance to take a good look at yourself in your roommate’s full length mirror a few minutes before Lucifer was supposed to pick you up.

Almost like he sensed you were ready, a golden portal much like yesterday appeared besides you. You watched as Lucifer stepped out of it. Instead of the shirt he wore yesterday, the man had on a white dress shirt with matching white pants. He was wearing the same black boots from yesterday, his hair pushed back in the same way but with a top-hat resting on it. You noticed a snake was wrapped around it, as well as an apple pinned to the side next to his pseudo crown. The snake blinked at you.

Lucifer’s eyes widened as he looked at you, and he almost dropped the cane that he was holding. A slight blush spread across his face. “You look nice,” he stuttered out.

You gave him a little smile. “You do too.”

Nice wasn’t even the beginning of it. He looked hot, the sight in front of you bringing an all new meaning to the phrase ‘devilishly handsome’. You had to bite your bottom lip to make sure your jaw wasn’t hanging open.

Lucifer seemed to snap out of his own daze. He held a hand out towards you, a grin reappearing on his face.

“Shall we?”

You took his hand. You let Lucifer walk you through the portal– the sensation was weird, like your skin was being pricked in every spot, your stomach dropping much like how it would on a rollercoaster. The feeling disappeared as soon as it came, and you were presented with the sight of a tall, long hallway. Tiny, impish creatures were rushing back and forth, a few carrying trays of drinks and hors d'oeuvres. Others were holding what looked to be last minute party decorations. Despite their frantic running, none bumped into the two of you as you walked down the hallway.

Lucifer leaned his head towards yours. “You don’t have to speak at all if you don't want to,” he whispered. “But fair warning, no one else down here looks as human as I do.”

You nodded, turning your head slightly to look over at him.

“How long will this last?” You questioned. You didn’t have anywhere to be, but you were curious to know if this was an all night party or not.”

“Not as long as you think,” he replied. “If you need to abandon ship at any time, let me know.”

The two of you came to a stop. You turned back in front of you, and you were presented with the sight of a large ballroom. It looked similar to the one from the movie the Beauty and the Beast, but this room was filled with various different creatures, each of wildly different heights and features. Some of them looked like the imps you saw in the hallway, but others had the features of birds, sharks, and any other animal you could think of, there was at least one of them. They all looked classy, making you feel out of place. You started to shrink in on yourself, before feeling one of Lucifer’s hands firmly on your back, helping you keep your composure. You saw him smile up at you.

“Lucifer!” A deep voice cut you out of your moment, and you turned to see an exceptionally large man with a big puff of hair. You were able to make out two different faces in the hair, one resembling a ram and the other a bull. He had a blue suit on, and next to him was a creature like the imps, but he looked much more robotic than the rest.

“I was wondering when you would show up!” The man placed a hang on Lucifer’s shoulder, giving him a friendly shake before he looked over to you.

“ Lilith .” He winked. His voice was loud enough to attract the attention of others, who were muttering to each other, a few pointing at you. Lucifer explained that the other Sins knew he was divorced, but the rest of Hell’s population didn’t. Lilith must've been the name of his ex-wife.

Lucifer’s hand slid down to your waist, pulling you in closer to his body.

“Asmodeus, it’s very good to see you. Have you seen Beelzebub?”

Asmodeus nodded, then tilted his head to an area on the other side of the room. “Last I saw her she was at the snack table.”

Asmodeus then leaned in closer to the two of you, his voice lowering so only you two could hear him.

“She looks very similar to Lilith.” Asmodeus commented, looking over at you a bit more intensely. You could almost feel the demonic aura he gave off.

“Do you think anyone will notice?” Lucifer’s voice was laced with fear. Asmodeus chuckled.

“When I saw you two walk in, I thought you somehow convinced Lilith to attend.” Asmodeus gave him a reassuring smile. Lucifer returned it. Asmodeus gave Lucifer a pat on the back, before standing up straighter like he was before. The Sin put his hand on the shoulder of the people with him.

“It was wonderful to see you two again,” his voice was as loud as it was before. He nudged the person with him, signaling for the two of them to take their leave. “Hopefully we can catch up more later!”

With that, they disappeared into the crowd, leaving you and Lucifer alone together once again. Lucifer let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Thank Lucifer that worked,” He huffed, planning a hand on his chest dramatically. You patted him on the back, before pushing him to walk with you.

“Save the theatrics for later, maybe?” You suggested. “He said Beelzebub was at the snack table.”

“Yes! Thank you,” Lucifer pulled you with him, making your way across the floor. You were about halfway there before the lights dimmed. Music started to play, echoing across the walls to the point where you were unsure of where it was coming from. A spotlight lit up on the middle of the floor, right over where you and Lucifer were standing. The other demons around you backed up out of the light, leaving the two of you alone.

Lucifer gave you a sheepish grin, leaning in by your ear.

“I thought there would be a little more time.” He whispered, before leaning back and holding his hand out towards you.

“Care for a quick dance, my love?”

The light on his pale skin did the opposite of washing him out– It seemed like it enhanced his features. The suit was a creamier white than it looked earlier in your bedroom. The golden wedding band was still on his hand, reflecting the light off of it to who knows where. The snake was asleep now, too. You were able to see the stray pieces of hair sticking out in random directions, and you were able to see the tiny scars that adorned his face from years of living. It only made him look more handsome, you quickly decided.

You took his hand, allowing him to swing it across his shoulder, his other hand nudging your other arm to join in. His hands rested on your hips, pulling you closer to his body. The two of you started to sway along with the music. Lucifer led you into a classic waltz, going slowly to gage how comfortable you were with it, and once you got a handle on the movements, you dancing picked up speed. The room around you was devoid of chatter, and all eyes were on the pair in the middle. You were sure you saw Asmodeus smiling out of the corner of your eye, but you were too focused on Lucifer in front of you. His expression was soft, full of admiration and love. You felt Lucifer twirl the two of you together, before grabbing onto one of your hands and pushing you into an assisted spin. As you stumbled to the side, Lucifer gracefully brought you down into a dip, holding you gently by your waist as he looked down at you with a smile. You stared back up at him, the pounding of your heart drowning out the music around you. Lucifer was about to speak, but was cut off by you stumbling out of his grip, backing up with a look of panic on your face.

“I– I need to use the restroom,” you stuttered out, before rushing out of the spotlight and pushing through the crowd to the direction you assumed was the bathroom.

Slipping through the doors, you let out a tiny cry as you slid down the wall next to you. You hugged our knees to yourself, your breath ragged. You could feel yourself start to cry. I barely know the guy , you thought as you tried to stop yourself from making noise.

“I can’t be upset, this is just for show.” You berated yourself. “You don’t like him. He’s just a hot, kind guy who needed help! It doesn’t– it doesn’t matter how lovingly he looked at you. He’s probably pissed at you for running away,” Your voice kept getting cut off by your own hiccups.

“Stupid!” You barely heard the door to the bathroom creaking open.

“Is someone in– Oh my Satan , girl, are you okay?”

You looked up, your face stained with tears and mascara. The girl closed the door behind her, locking it before turning to face you fully again. Her skin was yellow and blackish, reminding you of a bee. But unlike a bee, she had dog-like and fox-like features adorning her body and very colorful hair with a matching tail. She also had four arms, compared to the two a lot of demons in the place had. The girl kneeled down on the ground m, reaching a hand out and gently resting it on your shoulder.

“I’m okay,” you sniffled. You let go of your knees, letting your legs droop down to the floor. The girl properly sat down next to you. She reached into her dress pocket and pulled out a little packet of tissues.

“Your face says otherwise,” despite her joking, her voice was soft and full of concern.

“I’m Beelzebub. My friends call me Bee, you can call me Bee,” She grinned. You returned a weak smile to her. This was the Beelzebub Lucifer needed to talk to, you determined. You hoped she wouldn’t try harming you for the stunt you just pulled, but she seemed way too nice to hurt even a fly.

“I uh– I saw you run from Lucifer,” She gave you a little punch on the shoulder. “Need me to rough him up for you?”

You snorted. She definitely didn’t want to kill you.

“I panicked,” You offered. You looked at the wall across from you. It had some trashy, 90s era wallpaper on it.

“Tell me bitch,” Beelzebub poked at your head. “What's going on in there?”

“He’s kind of cute?” You confessed, playing with your fingers. You felt Beelzebub shake beside you, trying to hold back a laugh.

“So you dipped? Girl, I get it,” Beelzebub let out a sigh. “Reminds me of the first time I went out with Tex.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You– You ran away?”

“To a whole different ring, baby! But you know what I did?” You tilted your head at her, questioning.

“I went back, decided hey , Why the fuck not? It can only go somewhere if you let it,” Beelzebub winked at you. She pulled you into a hug with all of her arms. It was comforting, and helped you fully ground yourself. You wiped a few stray tears off your face.

Beelzebub helped you up off the ground. She pulled out a little makeup kit from her purse, and after a little fumbling around she was able to help you replace the mascara that was smeared all across your face. Once she determined you looked pretty enough to return to the party, she guided you out of the bathroom. With one shove towards the direction you assumed Lucifer was in, Beelzebub winked at you again.

“Go get ‘em, tiger,”

You made your way into the crowd, pushing past clusters of people as you looked around for Lucifer. You were tempted to shout for his name, but the moment you opened your mouth you were yanked to the side, a squeak coming out instead. You felt yourself being pulled into another room, though before you could let out a scream, a hand was placed over your mouth.

“It’s just me,” You blinked, letting your eyes adjust to the new lighting. Lucifer was standing in front of you. He released his hand from your mouth, rubbing the back of his neck with his other.

“I didn’t–”

“I’m sorry!” You blurted out, cutting him off. “I didn’t mean to run away,” your voice got quieter as you spoke. Lucifer looked onto you with worry.

“It’s okay! I’m not mad– Did I make you uncomfortable?” He backed up a little bit, letting you have a little personal space.

“No, you didn’t. I just,” You looked everywhere but Lucifer’s eyes, unsure of what to say. Should you tell the truth? Should you like and say you just really needed to use the restroom? But when your eyes fell back onto Lucifer’s gaze, you were compelled to let him know the real reason.

“I panicked,” You confessed, mirroring what you told Beelzebub.

“Why?” His voice was soft. He leaned back into your personal space, his hands slightly in the air as if he wanted to check and see if you were fully alright.

“Did you not want to dance with me? You could’ve said so, dear,”

There he was with the endearments again. “No, I loved it,”

Lucifer furrowed his eyebrows. “Did someone scare you? I can go take care of them if you point them out–”

You tuned out Lucifer’s voice, too focused on his face and how it moved as he spoke. It was enticing, really, seeing his lips open and close with every word he spoke. You couldn’t stop yourself as you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his.

It only happens for a few seconds, before you yanked yourself away in fear of what you just did. You started stuttering out apologies, pushing yourself against the wall behind you and gripping your forearms. You shut your eyes tightly. This is it, you thought, this is where he kills me .

You felt a hand on your face. It was soft, unharming as it pushed you. You opened your eyes to see Lucifer, eyes lidded and face softened. His hand properly cupped your cheek, pulling you back to his face as he kissed you in return. You gasped, returning the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer. You felt him snake an arm across your waist, holding you in place in case you tried to back away from him again.

This kiss was over too soon, Lucifer leaning back and resting his forehead against your own. He had a blush across his face. His breath was as heavy as yours was, and you could hear two different heartbeats racing in the room.

“Let’s get you home,” Lucifer spoke softly, removing his hand from your cheek. He was about to snap his fingers before you stopped him.

“Wait, Lucifer?” Lucifer hmm, leaning in and placing a kiss upon your cheek.

“Can I cash in that favor you owe me?”

Lucifer raised an eyebrow at you.

“Whatever did you want, my love?”

“I want to stay with you.” You bit your bottom lip, your blush turning darker as you spoke. “I think I like you.”

“That’s hardly a favor.” Lucifer kissed you on the lips again. “I wasn’t going to stand by and let you leave me so soon.”

Lucifer pulled your body flush against him, and next thing you know the two of you were falling backwards into a portal, heading to a place that didn’t matter to you as long as Lucifer was with you.

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You have some flirtatious pairing. Does it ever go too far and your MC gets jealous? What about their love interests? How do they handle that if they do?

Hi! Thank you for the question! I don't know if you're talking about all of my pairings but I am going to answer for all.

Now for Brooklyn and Thomas, Thomas isn't very flirty with anyone (except for Brooklyn). Brooklyn can be flirty at times but not at the same level she is with Thomas and I don't think he has ever really gotten jealous because there is a vast difference between the way she acts with others and how she acts with him.

For Claire and Ethan, Ethan has gotten jealous a few times, one of those times being in my fic called Reunion. He gets jealous of Claire's ex, Christian, especially after he gets a position at Edenbrook (which I hope to write more about in the new year), but he gets reassured by Claire that they would never get back together. Claire has also gotten jealous a few times because of Ethan's exes but those thoughts dissipate when after they get married and she realizes the difference between how Ethan acts with them versus her.

For Adelaide and Tobias, neither of them have really gotten jealous. They both have a good communication system and tell each other when something doesn't feel right (such as a relationship between their partner and someone else). Also anyone with a pair of eyes can tell that they're very much together and know not to even try anything.

For Charlie and Derek, both of them did get jealous during their first season of the show, Charlie especially because of Derek's relationship with Ivy (before she found out it was for the show). Derek also does get a little jealous of Charlie's relationships with Adam (default name for Handsome Stranger) and Mackenzie (default name for beautiful contestant) but once it is time for the second season, it has all pretty much stopped.

Thanks for asking!

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Bumped Heads & Bedtime Stories (Alex Morgan x reader)

A/N: So this wasn’t planned but once it was in my head I had to write it. I hope you all like it.

Alex and Charlie watched on proudly as you took the field with the Matildas for the Semi final of the World Cup. The younger of the two got up from her mother’s lap and stood directly in front of the TV when the camera zoomed in on you as you exchanged pendants with the German captain.

“Mommy look it’s Mama” Charlie says excitedly.

Long distance was hard for the two of you when you started dating, more so when you got married but all of that failed in comparison to when you had Charlie. You played for Lyon and had done since you were a 21 years old. Alex feared what your bond with Charlie would be like when you lived half way across the world for the majority of the year but she soon found out she had nothing to worry about. Charlie adored you and the bond you two shared was unbreakable.

“It is and she is wearing a shirt just like yours” Alex replies to her daughter.

“This is her shirt Mama, look” Charlie points the your last name on the back of her shirt.

“But you support America, right Charlie?” Kelley asks the small child.

“No! I support Australia” she didn’t pronounce every letter but it was enough to be understood.

Alex knew this was an argument she could never win. You hadn’t tried to get Charlie on your side, the girl automatically chose you. The two of you asked her who she would support if Mama and Mommy play against each other and each time Charlie said you.

The Matildas were putting in yet another dominating performance just like they had been doing the entire campaign. The advantage they had with it being a home tournament made a huge difference and every game sounded and was played like a final.

You were 2-0 up going into the second half. Sam had scored from a corner and you had scored from a free kick. You were currently the top scorer on the tournament which shocked most people because you were a left back but you were also a set piece specialist. The ball almost always found the back of the net whether it came off your foot or your head.

It’s why when the next corner takes place you are heavily marked but some how manage to free yourself. As you jump for the header you feel your head hit something but it felt a lot harder than a ball, this much is proven when you fall to the floor and can feel your head throbbing in seconds. Your first guess is that you got elbowed so you stand to your feet but then feel a warm liquid running down your face. Yes, you had built up a sweat but it was winter in Australia no way are you sweating this much. It is only when you look down that you see drops of red on your shirt and when you raise your hand to where the pain is your hand is covered in blood.

Alex was unaware of the incident that had taken place on the pitch as she was getting some water from the hotel bar. The first wave of panic is brought on when she hears Charlie shrieking and her cries get louder and louder as she runs towards her.

“Mama’s hurt. Blood” Charlie all but jumps into the Alex’s arms. The child is inconsolable.

Your wife doesn’t know to react. She knew that she had to stay calm if she had any hope of calming Charlie down but right now she was finding that incredibly difficult.

When Alex returns to the seating area she sees all eyes are on her before heads turn towards the TV.

“How bad is it?” Alex asks calmly.

“Lots of blood” Charlie is the only one to answer her question.

“Can you one you please tell me what happen to Y/N?” Alex begs her team mates.

“It was a corner. She jumped up for a header but one of the German defenders had a hold of her shirt. The keeper came out to punch the ball away and kneed Y/N in the head. She got up almost immediately—“ Kelley tried telling her best friend.

“So she’s ok?”

“She had a cut on her head. Like Charlie said there was a lot of blood. She refused a stretcher and help from the physios because she wanted to play. Sam and Ellie had to help her of the pitch. She looked out of it”

Alex tried to process what she was being told. Head injuries are serious and regardless of whether you used a stretcher or not, the suggestion of one is enough to instil worry.

“Was it bad?” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to the answer.

“No”

“Yes”

Only one player said yes and it was Kristie.

“Sam refused to play and walked off the pitch with Y/N. I know my girlfriend, I has never seen her look like that and she has never walked away from a game. It’s the semi final. She wouldn’t have gone with Y/N if it wasn’t bad”

Kristie’s statement made Alex feel two things; relief because you had your best friend with you and panic because the blonde was right, Sam wouldn’t have left the match if it wasn’t bad.

“Charlie” Naomi walks up to the little girl who surprisingly doesn’t shy away from her “do you know how many goals you mama has scored so far? I think it’s 2”

Your daughter reaches of the defender and goes into tell her that you had scored and how you scored them.

Time after time, Alex got your voicemail. She was about to give up and drive to the hospital that were closest to the stadium but then Kristie got a call.

“It’s Sam” She holds the phone towards the forward “She’s with Y/N”

Alex took a deep breath before holding the phone up to her ear.

“Y/N”

“Hi Al” you voice was quiet and if she hadn’t already have known she would be able to tell something was wrong “I need to go to the hospital for some checks and stitches”

“Which one? I’ll get one of the cars and be there as soon as I can” Alex was already searching for a member of staff that would have car keys.

“No, don’t come. Stay with Charlie. Hospitals are no place for children and you hate them almost as much as I do. I should only be a couple of hours if I don’t have to stay over. I’ll come to you afterwards”

Alex wanted to argue. She needed to see that you were ok with her own eyes, anything less wouldn’t do.

“You’re going to come here as soon as you can?”

“I am”

The whole USWNT waited patiently, some more than others, for you to arrive to their hotel. Since you began dating Alex, you had become part of their family. They all watched the incident happen and would feel much better when they saw you in the flesh.

Hours pass and you still hadn’t arrived, they hadn’t even heard from you since the call with Alex.

Charlie went quiet and Alex knew it was because you needed to see you. The young girl always shut down when she missed you and she wouldn’t return to her normal until she saw you or felt like you were close to her. Because of this Alex had packed several of your hoodies so that they can be a source of comfort your daughter and her as well.

“Kells, will you take Charlie up to get one of Y/N’s hoodies. I’d take her but I want to be here when she—“

“Of course”

The choice of clothing must have been a hard decision because the pair was gone almost half an hour. The defender returns to the hotel bar.

“Kelley, please tell me you haven’t lost my daughter?” Alex asks when she notices her friend is alone.

Alex walks towards the defender who had assumed Charlie was right behind her.

“Mama!!”

The word is heard throughout the bar and the giggles that follow lift a weight that had been hanging on each players shoulders.

When you enter the bar, your daughter in your arms, everyone can see what the accident had done to you. The left side of your forehead is slightly swollen and you had stitches just below your hairline. You welcome Alex into your arms and place a small kiss to both her and Charlie’s temples.

Sam hovers near you. You hear Kristie call her over but she shakes her head.

“Go. I’m fine” you pat your best friend on her shoulder “Thank you for staying with me Sammy”

“I’m only over there if you need me” Sam gingerly walks over to her girlfriend.

You sit down with Alex next to you and Charlie on your knee. Your daughter inspects your injury all whilst been careful not to hurt you. She presses your stitches a little too hard which causes you to wince.

“Does it hurt?” Charlie asks and you can feel Alex’s eyes burning into you.

“It does but I’m ok”

“Are you?” It is now Alex’s turn to ask you a question.

“I am. I have no concussion and no major damage”

“Then why is Sam here and why is she watching you like you’re going to pass out at any minute?”

“I lost consciousness a couple of times, I think I scared her” You once made a vow to be honest with Alex and it seemed important now more than ever.

You look over to where Sam and Kristie were sitting and like Alex said, Sam was watching you like a hawk.

“I’m here because I have her medication” Sam answers Alex’s first question.

“Medication? You said you were ok. If you were ok then you wouldn’t need medication”

You give Sam a look as if saying look what you’ve started.

“Sam. Show Alex the medication you were talking about”

Sam holds up a pack of paracetamol earning a laugh from the girls around you.

You hated taking painkillers but the doctor give you strict instructions to take them every 4 hours. It has been 2 hours since your first dose and Sam had taken it upon herself to make sure you took a second dose, after that it would be Alex’s job.

“Sam wanted to see Kristie without it the girls teasing her for it so she’s using me as an excuse”

Sam couldn’t argue with you on that. The team, you included, loved to tease her about how much she missed her girlfriend. You got just as much stick but you agreed with your tormentors whereas Sam would get defensive.

You took Charlie upstairs to get ready for bed since it was made obvious that the team would be staying downstairs for a bit and one late night wouldn’t harm the child.

Whilst Alex did believe you when you told her you were ok, she still wanted a second opinion and your best friend her best option.

“How bad was it?” Alex joins Sam and Kristie at their table. Sonnett, Lynn and Kelley was also at the same table.

“You want the truth?” Your wife nods her head “At first it was really bad. The physios couldn’t stop the bleeding and they didn’t want to go to hospital until they did. Y/N was out of it but she was trying to act fine. Her eyes wouldn’t focus on anything, it was almost like we weren’t in the room with her” Sam tries not to cry but the lump that if forming in her throat was making it difficult.

Alex didn’t share the same need for control. Her tears fell freely as she heard your best friend tell her what happened moment by moment. Turns out she did have a reason for concern and quite a few at that. Looking at the way you walked in you wouldn’t have thought anything had happened but after listening to Sam, Alex realised you had to be putting on a brave front.

When you return with a pyjama clad Charlie Alex tells the group that is is time for the Morgan - Y/L/N’s to go to bed. You saw the look in her eye and didn’t argue.

Once the door had shut Alex started to cry.

“Hey hey, there’s no need to cry” you pull her in tight and hold her close. You knew that you would have scared Alex so you let her cry.

“You scared us” Alex speaks into your chest.

“I know, I’m sorry” you grab her hand and pull her towards the bed. Once sat down Alex buries her head in the crook of your neck and you hold her tightly again.

“Yeah mama, there was a lot of blood” Charlie walks over to the two of you. Alex pulls away and quickly wipes her eyes. She didn’t want your daughter to see her cry.

You wanted to say wait till they see your Matilda’s jersey which was now more red than yellow but now wasn’t the time for jokes.

“I know there was but it all got cleaned up and then I got these to stop it from bleeding again” You point to your stitches.

“I got you this” Charlie climbs onto your lap and holds up a band aid which had Pepper pig on. You take it off her and hand to Alex with a nod of you head. Alex then places the unnecessary band aid across the stitches but makes sure that the cushion covers your stitches.

“Can we watch a movie?”

“Yes” Alex answers.

“Actually, the doctor told Mama she isn’t allowed to watch any movies tonight”

“You said you didn’t have a concussion” Alex whispers knowing full well what people who have concussions get told.

“I don’t but the brightness makes my headache worse” you reassure your wife.

“Why?” Your child was curious and didn’t understand why you wouldn’t be allowed.

“Because whilst I am ok, I do have a poorly head. What about a bedtime story instead?”

Charlie happily takes you up on your offer and even gets herself into her bed.

“What do you think Al, is it time our daughter finds out how we met?”

Alex rolls her eyes at this. You two had very different sides when it came to the day you met. You were adamant that it was love at first sight, especially for Alex but she didn’t agree.

“Only if you tell her the truth”

Once Charlie is tucked up in bed you side on the side with Alex standing over you.

“It started when Australia played America. I had to mark your mommy and she kept trying to take my top off” This earned you a slap from Alex but a giggle from Charlie so it was worth it.

“I did not”

“You ripped it off me remember”

“It was an accident”

“Oh baby, you keep telling yourself that. Do you think it was an accident Charlie?”

“Nope” Charlie agrees with you, of course she did.

You continue telling the story and every so often you would hear Alex scoff at your recollation of events. She saw you as this cocky Aussie but you did catch her eye that first day but she wouldn’t call it love at first sight. Lust would be more appropriate given then you ended in her hotel room that night.

“Then a couple of years later your Mommy moved all the way to France because she missed me and wanted to see me everyday”

“I didn’t move for you. Well not just you”

“Ha! I knew it” you look up at Alex with a smug look in your face.

“I miss you everyday Mama”

“And I miss you my sweet one”

You continue the story up to the point where you propose to Alex when you see Charlie trying really hard to fight sleep. You end it there and promise to finish it another time.

You get into your own bed, well technically it is Alex’s bed, and with a watchful eye you enjoy the show she is putting on as she gets changed.

“So I’ve been thinking”

“Are you allowed to do that?” Alex jokes.

“Actually not but just allow it for the time being. My contract is up with Lyon this summer and I have meeting after the world cup to discuss my contract. How would you feel if I request a transfer?”

Never in all the years of dating and marriage had Alex asked you to leave Lyon, not even when Charlie was born. You were one of the best players in the world, Lyon was the team that made you into that and in return you gave them several champions league titles. Sure the topic had been brought up before but you were always under contract so it was hard.

“Are you saying you are ready to leave?”

“No. I’m ready to stop leaving. Charlie is getting older and you heard her, she misses me and I know you do” Alex throws her top at you “You do and I miss you too. I’ve given my life to that club but it’s time I put our family first”

You wouldn’t admit it but today scared you and you knew that it could have been a lot worse than it was. It made you appreciate these moments you had with your family and you wanted to have more of them even if it did mean moving the San Diego.

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