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gentlyweeps-world · 4 months

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A Rivals Heart 4

summary: A crush had turned into hatred, but with the work of Lando, Alex, and George maybe it could be fixed.

pairing: max verstappen x fem! driver reader

warnings: none, allusions to sex

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LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“What do you want..” You say, hiding yourself behind the door.

“Can I come in?” He responds, his voice was quiet and soft, “I just want to apologize and talk..” He adds on, he wasn’t trying to make this some massive discussion between you two, he just wanted to calmly talk things out and explain himself.

“I don’t need or want your apology Max, I get that you don’t like me, there’s nothing more to it..” You say, standing in front of him in the doorway.

Max looked down to his feet in thought, it was obvious he didn’t like you, but that wasn’t his only reason for crashing into you.

He took a deep breath before speaking, he had to be honest.

“I didn’t only crash into you because I don’t like you..”

“Then why did you do it?” You ask, standing your ground as you look into his eyes.

Max goes silent for a few moments, it was hard to find the right words.

“Because I…” He mumbles, but this would reveal more than he wants to.

“Because I… didn’t want you to overtake me, because it’s you.” Max replies, he was still quiet but he finally got out the truth.

“What..?” You ask confusedly, his answer was so vague for no reason. It started to annoy you.

Max went silent, he couldn’t bring himself to explain further.

He didn’t want to tell you the complete truth, because it was obvious he was scared to say the whole thing outright.

“It’s just-“ Max started, before stopping himself.

There was a moment of silence before you said anything, letting out a sigh you rub your hand over your face. “Honestly Max..I don’t want to hear it, I get it, you didn’t want a female overtaking you, okay? Just- next time don’t be a dick..” You say tiredly, not wanting to deal with Max and whatever he’ll say right now.

“You do not understand! I didn’t crash you off track because of some sexist reason!” Max yelled, he didn’t even realize he was yelling until he let it out.

“I crashed you off the track because I’m a jealous ass who can’t see you being better than me.” Max continued to yell, he started realizing how jealous he was of you.

“Okay! Just be quiet! Shit..” You say, covering his mouth with your hand, you peek your head out, checking if there was anyone near on the floor of your hotel room.

No one was watching, you could tell from the look on Max’s face that he was embarrassed because he was yelling.

Max let’s you cover his mouth, your hands felt soft and warm touching his lips. He didn’t move or try and resist, he just let you cover his mouth.

“Okay- well, uh I guess I’ll see you later..” You squeak out, moving away from him and start to close the door to your hotel room.

“Wait-“ Max says, grabbing the door with his hand to stop you, “Did you mean it when you said you hated me?” He asks.

Max’s words caught you completely off guard, you didn’t know how to answer right now. You didn’t want to lie, but you didn’t know what to say.

Max was waiting for your answer, you hated him, but at the same time you didn’t. You felt a connection to him and he did to you, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

“Uhm- I- yeah..” You mumble out, you didn’t know how to answer because you didn’t hate him, you liked him, despite all of it, but you could never tell him.

“Yeah..yeah I did mean it, I don’t see why it matters to you..” You say before closing the door on him. Instant regret washing through you.

The door was suddenly closed, you instantly regretted your words.

But you couldn’t open it back up now.

Max wasn’t going to push you to open the door, he had his answer. He wasn’t sure what to really say or do now.

You heard him walk away from your room and you were left now alone.

———

“You what!?” Lando says, eyes wide as you told him what happened with Max.

“I can’t believe you would just slam the door on him!” George says, placing down his drink. “Technically I didn’t slam the door!” You say, groaning into your hands.

You’re out at some random restaurant in Melbourne a day before the GP starts.

“What was I supposed to do?! I hate him, I didn’t want to just start gushing my feelings for him!” You explain, “I didn’t want him to think I had any sort of affection for him.”

“But you do..” Lando replies sarcastically, “You’re in denial and you know it.”

“Okay I don’t need your input Mr. Norriz” You say, rolling your eyes at Lando.

You look at George, “What do you suggest I do, you’re in a relationship” You ask George, you know it would probably be better asking Carmen but George will do.

George thinks for a moment, his forehead crinkling up in thought.

“I would just message or text him and tell him the truth, that you are still a bit angry at him but you don’t hate him.” George suggest.

“What help you are..” You grumble out, “I’m pretty sure I’m just starting to hate him now..” You say with a sigh.

“And I doubt you’ll ever tell him the truth will you?” Lando replies, he had a feeling you would never be able to speak your truth to Max.

George nodded his head, he didn’t want to intervene with your anger towards Max, he can sense something there.

“How would I even tell him, “Oh yeah the entire time I hated you I actually like you and want to fuck you, surprise!” You say sarcastically.

“Well you don’t have to say it quite like that.” George replies with a chuckle “I just think you should at least try to clear up this situation that you two are in, you both obviously know what’s going on between you two.”

“He is right you know.” Lando replies, “You’re both just ignoring the fact that you two both like each other.”

“Okay- but if he likes me why did he crash into me?” You say, taking a sip of your water.

“He crashed into you because he wants to prove that he’s better than you.” Lando says, “It’s just a childish thing that us guys do when we have crushes, we get aggressive towards each other and try and make ourselves look better, especially when we feel threatened.”

“He feels threatened by you because you can overtake him and it eats him up inside.” Lando adds on.

“Wait..I can just use that against him! That’s perfect!” You say, eyes lighting up.

———

It was a grueling qualifying, you had done everything to get past Max, and beat him, but you could only get to P2 right behind him. So now here you are relaxing in your teams hospitality as you watch Lando, Alex and George rush in.

You instantly perk up from your relaxed state, “What? What is it?” You ask, getting up from your spot.

You can spot a wide grin on all three guys, “Daniel needs your help..” Lando says with a smile, holding back laughter.

You narrow your eyes at them, “Okay..” You say suspiciously, moving towards them so they can take you to Daniel.

Lando laughs, he tries his best to disguise it.

George chuckles a bit, he was just glad he wasn’t involved in this whole thing.

“Just come with us and you’ll see.” Lando replies, his laugh slightly fading away.

“Alright..” You say, reluctantly following them to the Red Bull hospitality with the three.

“He’s right in that room..” Lando says, opening the door quickly then shoving you in with no time to react.

“Hey! You-“ You say before stopping, seeing Max right in front of you in the room.

You instantly turn around and start banging on the door, “Let us out!” You say, irritation evident in your tone.

The only reply from Lando and Alex was laughs as they both laughed their asses off, they didn’t have any intention of letting you out.

“Sorry Y/n! We’ll let you out soon!” You hear George say. His voice and the laughing of Alex and Lando grows distant, meaning that they truly did leave you alone, and locked in a room with Max.

“Assholes..” You grumble out to yourself, leaning back against the door.

“You really can’t stand me can you? Can’t even be in the same room as me..” You hear Max say, his voice full of smugness.

You felt irritation grow within you, he still has that smug look on his face, it pisses you off that his face is so punchable….and kissable.

Rolling your eyes you let out a scoff, “And you can’t shut up for five minutes can you?” You say, glaring at him.

He gives you a small grin, “Just can’t resist looking at me can you?” He says, he could feel the tension growing between you two. You don’t say anything back, you simply just stay in your spot, glaring at him.

It’s a few seconds of silence before Max starts to get a bit annoyed.

“You gonna say anything?” Max asks you, his voice taking on a slight tone of irritation. You narrow your eyes at him, almost telling him to make you.

Max’s body language changed slightly, you could tell this conversation was going to be an interesting one.

“Do we have to just stare at each other then?” He asks, a sarcastic tone now coming to his voice.

“You can never take your eyes off me so I don’t see the issue” You finally speak up, crossing your arms over your chest.

Max’s face softens for a moment, he was taken aback by you and your comment.

“Is there anything you actually do like about me?” He replies, it almost sounded desperate as he asked the question, he wanted you to admit your feelings.

“I like when you’re quiet..” You say, starting to fidget with your fingers out of boredom.

Max’s eyes widen just slightly, your answer actually upset him, even though it obviously was just sarcasm. He took a few steps towards you, he wasn’t planning to do much but he wanted to be closer.

“Any other things?” He asks you, he sounded genuinely interested in your answer and wasn’t trying to play the sarcastic guy for once.

“What do you want me to say Max? It’s difficult to like the guy who annoys you, who hates you and who crashed into you on purpose!” You say, exasperated. “I don’t understand you Max..” You mumble out.

Max lets out a deep sigh, he was being serious and all you could do was give sarcastic answers.

“I crashed you off on purpose..because I’m jealous of you.” He says.

“I’m not going to try and force you to do anything, but I wish you didn’t hate me.” He continues, his voice gets a small hitch and he tries to keep it back.

Your eyes widen at his words, you don’t say anything, you just want to hear what he has to say in the moment.

“You’ve managed to get into my head, everytime I think about you, I’m constantly reminded of how I want to beat you but at the same time I just can’t get the thought of you out of my head.” Max continues, it was clear he really did like you and wasn’t going to try and deny it this time, if he did he would be fooling both of you.

“You’ve managed to get under my skin and that really bothers me, but I still like you for some reason.”

Max’s eyes look away for a second, it felt weird letting you know how he felt.

It was strange for him, being able to express his feelings and talk about them.

“I don’t know what it is, I just like you, I’ve tried to fight against it but it doesn’t work.” He continues, his voice grows just that bit more quiet as he continues talking. “I thought maybe if I got you to hate me- that it would solve it..” He adds on.

“Max- I feel the same..” You say, finally speaking up. “I’ve liked you since karting..but you did everything to ruin my career- to ruin my chances..yet I still managed to love you…”

“I don’t get it, I hate you but I don’t at the same time” You mumble out.

The way Max stares at you is almost as if he had completely forgotten how to breathe as he listened to every single one of your words carefully. He is silent for a few moments, before leaning in closely to you.

No matter how hard he fights it, he can’t keep himself from wanting to be close to you.

“Just- just forget I said anything, okay?” You say, already regretting how much you had told him, how you opened yourself up to him.

Max lets out a deep sigh, a small bit of his breath tickling your face, “I won’t.” He replies, he was going to see this through this time. He wouldn’t let you hide your true feelings for him any longer.

“You said you can’t help but love me, right schatz?” Max says, getting even closer to you to test you.

“Please Max, please just forget it..” You say, pressing yourself back closer against the door.

“Answer my question schatze” Max said, he was being more stubborn than ever at this point. He wasn’t letting you back down so easily this time.

“You can’t help but love me, can you?”

“Yes..” You mumble out softly, avoiding eye contact with him.

Max’s breath hitches again and he leans in even closer. He places a hand on your chin to move your head towards his, your faces were almost completely touching.

He whispers into your ear, “Then I guess you can’t resist me, can you Y/n?”

You internally roll your eyes at his words, even in a moment like this he couldn’t help but be full of himself. “Why don’t you find out?” You whisper back.

Max’s hand moves further up your head, his fingers touching your cheek as his other hand slides around your waist.

He can hear your breaths quicken as he leans in and he smiles as he feels you get even slightly flustered.

“Oh I think I know the answer..” He whispers softly into your ear, his lips only just touching yours.

“Just kiss me Verstappen before I change my mind..” You grumble out, rolling your eyes.

Max laughs, he moves his head back slightly so your faces are just inches away from each other.

His eyes meet yours, his body slightly moves forward as his head leans even closer to you. Your breath catches in your throat as his lips touch yours, a small smile forms on your face as your eyes flutter closed.

The next thing you know, you’re pulling him closer, making the kiss even deeper.

But of course, the door behind you swings open, thankfully Max reacts in time to stop you both from falling, but unfortunately it was obvious to the human eye what you two had been doing.

“Oh my god! I called it!” Daniel says as you and Max both pull apart. “You owe me my money Lando!” He adds on with a chuckle and smile, slapping Lando on his back.

“Ouch..yeah yeah..” Lando grumbles out, rolling his eyes at Daniel. “George and Alex are going to love this..” He says, grinning at you and Max.

“Mate shut up..” Max grumbles out, annoyed yet amused. “Can’t you let me kiss her in peace?” He adds on, snaking an arm around your waist.

At the sight Lando pretends to throw up, grabbing Daniel and dragging him away from you two.

“Don’t forget protection you rabbits!” Daniel yells, a shit eating grin on his face, happy that the plan work, happy that the hate had finally, officially, turned back to love.

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starandcloud · 1 month

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COD boys + Farah and Valeria

Summary: you call them after a fight with your parents/relatives and they pick you up and see you with injuries that weren't there when they dropped you off

I literally forgot like five people-

Characters used: Ghost, Soap, Price, Gaz, Sebastian Krueger, Nikto, Alex, Farah, Valeria, Konig, Roach, Alejandro, Rudy, Nikolai, Grinch, Sandman, Laswell, Graves, Makarov, Frost, Horangi, Keegan

CW: Bruises, slap marks, cigarette burns, implied sprained/broken limbs, just abuse of reader all over tbh ;-;, no Y/N is safe from me tbh, they all gotta be messed up in one way or another-

Simon "Ghost" Riley

He noticed the shake in your voice IMMEDIATELY when you called

He's observant y'all

He 100% was concerned off the bat, he's a good boyfriend but a better killer

He pulled up to you sitting on the tire on top of the driveway and went to call you on your phone only to notice you halfway down the driveway before he could dig his phone out of his pocket

He was also keenly aware of your hair being down, something you rarely did

His automatic instinct was to brush it out of your face, so he did

He noticed how you shrinked away

Then he noticed the ugly bruise forming around your eye and on the side of your face.

"Luv? What happened?"

His voice was angry, but not at you.

Never at you.

You gave a little shrug and tucked into yourself

"Can we just... leave..?"

He couldn't remember the last time you sounded this small, so he did what you asked.

He kept his hand on your leg, rubbing little circles on your skin as he drove, but not home you noticed.

He kept glancing at you from the side of his eye and smiled as he saw your eyes light up as he pulled into the parkway of your favorite food place.

He was still angry as he watched you drink the milkshake you ordered, but was a bit more calm as you played with the kids menu

Something you did whenever you were anxious, so he asked the waitress for one who looked concerned for you and he gave her a little look that made her heart shatter as you started to anxiously babble to fill the sudden silence.

So he reached over and grabbed you're hand

Darling, you're fine, you're not going back there. I promise."

Johnny "Soap" Mactavish

He was already on his way ass soon as your caller ID (which was something like "Tatertot" or some weird Soap shit) popped up on his work phone

He answered as he drove.

"Johnny..? Can you come get me..? I-I got into a fight and need to be picked up at my parents..."

He heard your voice break and someone yell something in the background making your voice waver as you stepped outside

He was there in twenty minutes...

out of an hour drive

You didn't really hesitate as you rushed down the driveway and into his passenger seat and slammed the door.

You watched the wildlife speed by, zoning out, when he asked

"Yer dad give you those?"

You were confused at first before pulling your sleeves down farther and stayed quiet

Which was all he needed to get mad and grip the steering wheel

You knew you were safe, but his anger scared you

So your breathing picked up and he gently put his hand on your arm.

"Yer okay Bonnie, I'm not gonna hurt you. Him? Absolutely. You? Never."

John Price

Dad instincts when you called him

He hadn't really heard your voice like that since you thought you were going to die on the field

He picked up your favorite foods and a new blanket, hoodie, and stuffie

He walked up to the house door and stood like a harbringer of death as you answered the door.

He delicately pulled you out and tucked you behind him

He had that look in his eyes he only had when he was livid

You gently touched his arm and he got you to his car, lingering beside you as he gently kissed your head.

"I got ya sweetheart, just stay in the truck..."

He said as he buckled you up and tucked the blanket around you with your snacks and drinks before going back into the house

You heard yelling, which made you flinch, then silence

John came back out and calmly got in the truck and kissed your hand before giving it a gentle squeeze

"We'll be back for your stuff tomorrow hun, you're staying with me now"

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Rage

Just pure rage

Your caller ID popped up and he KNEW something was wrong

You don't call him

Not on the actual phone, always over Instagram on a burner account or Facebook or something

He left the room and answered your call

Soap had come to check on him and was concerned at the gleam in Kyle's eyes

Gaz didn't speak, he just left, and picked you up

He had your favorite music playing and a few snacks that he picked up at the corner store and just walked in

He didn't knock

He didn't announce his presence

Just walked in and scooped you up in his arms and left

You didn't ever go back

When your stuff went to be retrieved

Kyle did it

Along with Soap and Ghost who were really just there to keep Gaz from flipping his shit

I see him as a very protective boyfriend

Sebastian Krueger

Just a brooding asshole as he stood in the doorway

He had gotten your call and sped to get there

He didn't speak he just stood there as you got your stuff

The red marks on your face and the bruises forming on your arms made him angry

Everytime you left the house to but your books in his car, he rested his hand on his side weapon

Which he may or may not of forgotten he had on him until a family member pointed it out

Protective as fuck

Nikto

(i literally could find any for him 😭😭)

He was halfway there anyways

He just sped up and made a pitstop to grab some stuff you liked before picking you up

You gave him a sad little smile as you climbed in

You didn't buckle and just laid the seat back

Something you've only down a few times before curling into yourself

He gently ran his fingers through your hair as he drove off

He knew the area well, he grew up there

So he took you to a vacant field and flipped the center console of his truck up and slid over

He pulled you close and kissed your head as he rocked you slightly

His uniform uncomfortably rubbed against your skin as you gripped it tightly fighting against the tears that wanted to fall

"You can cry sweetheart, you're safe now"

Then you broke

You ugly cried against him

All the while he held you close and let you cry

He wasn't even mad right now

He was hurt

Hurt that someone that he swore was a divine being that couldn't be hurt

He buried his face in your hair once you cried yourself to sleep

"I'm sorry my sweetbaby, I'm sorry they hurt you... You didn't deserve that... I swear on whatever God is out there that I'll never let anyone hurt you ever again..."

Alex Keller

Kinda just showed up after your call

He stood there and kissed your head and pulled you close

He took you out for food, in his hoodie, and held you close as you ate

He kept pressing little kisses to your head and playing with your hair

He's a golden retriever so anything you asked for, you got that night

The two of you fell asleep on his couch, you curled up on his lap and him doing that dad sit with his arms around you

Farah Karim

No one fucks with her baby

She showed up with that angry lesbian look

She just has that look y'all I dated a lesbian and can fully saw they have this when pissed I thought I was gonna die- and I didn't even do it- my bestfriend does it too and i get terrified cause i have ✨anxiety✨

Kinda just stood there glaring down whoever the fuck put hands on you as she tucked you into her side and rubbed your back

You hid your face with your hair until you got on her bike and a bit down the road

"She hit me Far..."

You whispered and the bike slowed to a stop, she got off her bike (Putting the kick stand down of course) and circled around

She gently removed her and your helmet and pressed a kiss to your head as she gently inspected the bruise that was turning a hideous color

She looked like she was going to cry, or she was unimaginably pissed but you weren't sure which one

"I'm so sorry sweetheart, you didn't deserve to be hit. My sweet dove..."

She whispered as she held your face in her hands and pressed her forhead against yours

10/10 girlfriend

Valeria Garza

Showed up in a black SUV

Like four henchmen behind her as she knocked on the front door, when it opened she forced herself in and looked for you

She found you at the kitchen table and bent down, she gave you a little smile and laced her fingers with yours

You didn't look her in the eyes, you kept your gaze as low as you possible could, making her sad.

"Cariño? Look at me, tell me what happened..?" (Sweetheart)

Her voice was gentle and soft, but held an angry undertone as she hooked her finger under your chin and raised your head

Your busted lower lip told her everything as it quivered

"Are you mad..?"

Your voice was so quiet it sounded like a ghost

The broken words squeezed her heart as her hand moved up and held your face, her thumb rubbed your tear-stained skin

"Not at you, nunca a ti mi Amor..." (never at you)

She whispered and kissed you softly, and carefully as to not hurt your lip any

"Oh great. You're here to take that little bastard. It's your issue now. Now you can listen to it cry and call you a bitch and controlling"

Your mother's voice rattled off the inside of your skull making you look away as a bag was tossed at your feet and you reached down to get it only for Valeria to pick it up before you could reach it.

There was a dangerous gleam in Valeria's eyes as she helped you from the chair and noticed how you stood funny, all your weight on one foot as you leaned against her.

She helped you towards the door and gave your mother one last nasty look before leaving, she got you in the backseat and sat with you. Digging through the medkit in the back of the car and delicately cleaned your split lip as she gazed at you with such soft eyes.

"Mi hermosa mariposa … te mereces algo mejor que esto..." (My beautiful butterfly… you deserve better than this)

You didn't understand anything except "butterfly", she always called you that.

She always treated you so delicately and like you would break if she breathed to hard around you

At times like this, it made you glad for that school trip all those years ago. If you hadn't gone, you wouldn't have meet her and you wouldn't be safe.

You leaned into her, burying your face in her shoulder as your arms slowly went around her waist; holding her tight as your fingers gripped her vest. The material was uncomfortable, but you'd rather be uncomfortable than feel like you were a burden.

"Thank you," you whispered, "thank you Val..."

Konig

Was quiet about it when getting you out, he stood outside your home late that night

Catching your important things as you tossed them out the window

Then you when you jumped

He held you so delicately as your dog whimpered

You looked up at her as he carried you to his car, which was a bit down the road

Then he left

When he came back, your dog scrambled into the truck making you laugh and hug her tight as you cried

You gently pet her fur as you kissed her head and curled into Konig's seats

You were asleep by the time Konig got into the car

Your dog at your feet, her head in your lap, as he delicately put a blanket over you and softly pet your dogs head

"You did good protecting them girl, I'll take you to the vet as soon as possible..."

He spoke gently as he remembered how hysterical you when you called, not worried about yourself but instead your dog which had been kicked by your mother when your baby had jumped between the two of you and growled

He remembered how scared you were and how hard you cried as you screamed at your mother how that just wasn't right to do and that your dog was protecting you from her batshit insane ass

He remembered a loud slap, then the call ending

And now you were here, fast asleep in his car as he drove. His eyes floating over to your sleeping form every now and then when your dog whined.

the first thing he did, after getting you home, was take your dog to the vet to get her checked out

She was okay, just a bit bruised and had a tooth taken out

Konig took good care of her on the ride home, even ordered a pup cup (through the app, because he was to anxious to go through the drive through) from starbucks and sat in the parking lot holding the cup and feeding her dog treats.

He took good care of both of you the following morning and made sure you were patched up when he woke you up

He would've done it the night before, but he knew where your priorities were

Your dog and him.

It was always your dog and him, never yourself

Which was something he admired, but worried about you

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

He doesn't do anything confrontational

Just takes you and your cat in the middle of the night

Lets you know he's there and holds your hand while he drives

Keeps you on base with him

Makes you breakfast in the morning and keeps you distracted

Non-stop touch EX: puts in his hand on your back when you're walking, hand on your thigh while he drives, plays with your hair while cuddling, completely focused on you

Gets your stuff at a later date

Replaces certain things and loves you unconditionally

Alejadro Vargas

What's calm? Never met her

So many curse words

Literally broke so many road laws to get to you

Very angry

But very tender with you

Holds you behind him and holds your hand when you grab his

Very carefully drives with you in his car

Movie night after and kisses your head a lot

Bandages up the gash on your forehead

Every time he sees it though he gets angry and holds you tightly

When it scarred he felt guilt for not protecting you better

Still loves you so much though

Rodolfo Parra

Scarily calm

Stands there while you pack and follows you like a puppy

Notices your limp then kisses your head as he picks you up

"You're safe now, Me encargaré de todo, ¿vale?" (I'll take care of everything, okay?)

Sweetest boyfriend 10/10

Made you coco and kissed your head as he bandaged the splits on your knuckles

Extremely gentle with you and was slightly paranoid he'd hurt you

Nikolai

Silently angry Russian

A very... terrifying person when angry

Just leaned against the counter as you shuffled your important stuff out of your house

He genuinely was concerned about you, but was extremely mad about you being hurt

"Sweetheart... are you okay..?"

He whispered when the two of you were in his car

"Yeah just a little beat up..."

You whispered back with a giggle on your lips as you held his hand gently

Hs amazed that you were still so... hapy

"Fucking sunshine..."

He grumbled and lovingly pushed you before driving off

Grinch

The Southern came out

Made no sense in his bitter, angry, southern words

Pressed you so tightly against his chest you thought you were gonna break

The situation esculated and he had you behind him as more southern threats came from him, some of them made you giggle. Which did calm him down slightly.

The two of you got ice cream after

You ate your ice cream as he bandages the gash on your arm and the burn on your upper arm

He never understood how you could be so... happy when you just went through something so traumatic...

But if you were happy, so was he

Which it was hard not to be when you kept smearing ice cream on his forehead and nose and laughing so hard you'd cry

Sandman

A MENACE

Literally ruined their lives, starting when he picked you up

He messed with the front steps when he went into get you, he carried you out and set you in his truck with a gentle kiss on the forehead

"I've got you sweet love, you're safe..."

He promised as he gave you a gentle kiss on the lips before buckling you up and he shut the car door

He held your hand as he drove but kept his jaw clenched so he wouldn't remark about the slap mark on your face

Was very grumpy until you gave him kisses

Which was often because you craved his comfort as much as he craved yours

Frost

Your called ID popped up

He has you saved as some weird shit like "Twinkle Toes" (if you know you know)

He didn't asnwer because he was in a meeting but your voice was so broken in the voice mail it made his heart ache

You were sitting outside when he pulled into your driveway

He noticed the cigarette burns on the back of your hands when he approached and felt his blood boil

He gently bent down and pushed hair from your face, making you lean into his hand

"Hey babydoll... Are you... okay..?"

You gave a little nod and flinched when his hand completely rested against the tender skin on your cheek

"I guess..." you whispered "I hurt everywhere..."

Your voice was so broke and weak it made his stomach sick to know that someone had broken you down this far he barely recognized his stubborn and strong lover who sat in front of him

"Come on baby, let's get you out of here..."

His voice was so gentle and tender you broke down crying against him before leaning against him as he lead you to his truck.

He gently scooped you up and set you in his car with the compression blanket he used for his legs after really rough mission

He was gentle where he laid and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head before hearing the screen door slam shut behind him.

He put his military grade headphones on you and called Sandy (sandman) to talk to you as he shut the door

He made sure the volume was up loud enough you couldn't hear the screaming outside the truck as he stood there listening to it all before reeling back and knocking the mother fucker to the ground

He got back in the truck to see you dozing off, he smiled sweetly and raised your hand gently and pressed a kiss above the burn marks

He drove carefully and made sure to avoid the potholes as he saw them and glanced at you every now and then to make sure you were still sleeping well

He slept in his driveway that night, he didn't want to move you or leave you alone

So he slept out there with you

He took out for breakfast the next day, through the driveway of course

Kate Laswell

Mmmmnnnnn angry

Just angry

But she was calm as she called the police and drove calmly to meet them

She only lost her shit when she saw your torn clothes and battered up state

Her touch was so gently as she pulled you into her arms and watched as your parents approached you

She felt the slap but didn't make any action towards it, you on the other hand reacted in an aggressive way

She had to lead you out, still very calm, and sit you in her car as you screamed and cried as she held you softly and rubbed your back and soothed you

"You're okay baby, you're safe now, I won't let them hurt you, they'll never hurt you again."

She reassured you as she kissed your head gently and gave you a gentle squeeze, she was so calm it put you to sleep as she waited for the police

She greeted them with you in her arms and her lips pursed

She let them check you over and took you to the hospital and let them take care of you before taking you to her home and laying you in her bed, after putting you in one of her sweatshirts

She stayed up until you woke up the next morning and kissed you softly

The lack of sleep didn't bother her, so she was perfectly fine as she drove around with you and distracted you from the day before

She was definitely the calmest out of everyone-

Phillip Graves

hehehehe

He's not the government

He's a complete jackass

Made sly comments like:

"So... you wanna die?"

"I can see those burns on their pretty skin, do you want the same?"

You literally had to calm him down so you wouldn't have another fight on your hands

The black eye made him furious and how you limped made him see red

He was so gentle and docile with you as you gently held onto his arm

His hand delicately patted yours but quickly pulled away when you flinched

It wasn't until the late hours of the morning you actually left, you were to busy packing and calming Phillip down in between shuffles of his truck and your room

You fell asleep in his truck but woke up to him gently rolling your sleeves up to put some soothing cream on your arms

"Hey Sweetheart, have a nice nap?"

He asked with a chuckle before pressing a gentle kiss to your arm

You giggled gently and softly played with his hair

"I love you Phillip..."

"I love you too babybell"

Vladimir Makarov

He's a terrorist

He was a terror (pun intended)

He pulled a gun on your mother and held you close

No fucks given

You had to coax him into putting the gun away

"Mak... put the gun away... please put the gun away sweetheart... I don't want a murder charge..."

He put it away with a scoff when he saw how gentle your eyes were

He didn't understand how you could be so... concerned about the woman that had shoved you down stairs and sprained your wrist, making the skin an alluring purple and blue mix

The woman that left burns on your pretty hands, the woman that wore you down to the point you were almost unrecognizable from then you left to see her a week before

As he stared down at you his gaze softened and he delicately wrapped an arm around you

"Anything for you darling..."

You led him out and sat in the back seat of his car with you

You laid out on his seats with your head in his lap while someone drove, you looked up at him so sweetly as he brushed hair from your face

By the time you arrived at his safe house you weren't really upset anymore

He had amused your silly little thoughts the entire ride and made silly promises that he'd take you anywhere you wished, so when you named Paris he was... hesitant.

He didn't want you in the middle of his war, so he asked about Sweden

Which you agreed

You laughed as you stepped into his safe house and wrapped your arms around one of the thin support beams and swung around it

"We'll lay in the flower fields, if they'll let us, and cloud gaze!"

You yelled as you laughed, pulling a chuckle from him as he wrapped his arms around your waist

"Whatever you want to do, we'll do my love"

He muttered before kissing you gently, he could taste the blood on your lips making him worry that you had a busted lip

So he took your jaw in his hand and squeezed gently, making the bottom part of your face squish up and you look confused at him

"Open your mouth sweetheart, I wanna make sure that nothing inside that pretty, smart, little mouth of yours isn't hurt."

You rolled your eyes but complied, sticking your tongue out slightly for extra measure as you did

Which he quickly found the cause of the metallic taste

You had bitten your lip, really hard in fact, and it made him gently press a kiss to your tongue

"Ew!"

You exclaimed and pulled back and laughed as you covered your face

"You're disgusting Mak!"

You yelled with a laugh as he gently grabbed your wrist with his hand and pressed a kiss to the inside of your palm

"Yeah but... you love me Darling"

You couldn't really argue with him so you just shuffled your hand out of the way and kissed him

"Damn right I do Sweetheart"

You eventually got into his bed as you tugged your shirt off and let him take care of your wounds

"How the literal, and I mean this as loving as possible Baby, did you get cut THERE?"

He asked as he moved your bra band up and gently put medical glue on the wound

"uuuhhh I dunno dude, I probably got it when I tumbled down the stairs"

You said with a shrug making him pinch your stomach

"Ow! Asshole that hurt!"

"Well don't move when I'm patching my doll up!"

He shot back, and you wouldn't yelled but you honestly were to flustered to

Your face burned and you scoffed

It took a few hours to actually get in bed

When you were dozing off, you had your head on his chest as he watched some stupid show in Russian

Though he had been nice enough to put on subtitles but you weren't really paying attention as your eyes fluttered shut

His arm was around your waist and delicately tracing shapes into the shirt, which was his, you wore

He pressed a kiss to your head and whispered:

"Sleep Маленькая кукла, you're safe now" (Little Doll)

Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin

Kinda just lurked behind you like a shadow

Very silent as he helped you pack

It was like two in the morning

He got you out of that house in an hour with all your stuff

He kissed your hand as he drove

He was the sweetest with you and held you while you cried at a pitstop and then drove with you in his lap when you passed out

10/10 boyfriend

we're all just going to pretend like I didn't forget him-

Definitely just showed up out of the blue and waited for you outside

You ran into his arms and hid your face in his chest

You pressed your face into his chest and gripped his uniform in your hands

He held you so gently and rubbed your back as your parents came out screaming

His eyes narrowed and one of his hands rested on your head and he held you tighter as he took a defensive step back before his arm went around your ass and he delicately picked you up.

"Is there an issue here?"

He asked, his voice so cold and detached as he held you up and laced his fingers with yours, calming you slightly

Your ankle was swollen and he caught a glimpse of a hand print on your upper arm and on your cheek as you shrunk into him and whispered:

"They hurt me..."

His grip became slightly tighter on you and he retreated to his truck, never turning his back

He treated this like a war zone, he pulled his truck door open and set you in as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"You're okay now baby, you're safe. I promise..."

He whispered as you shrunk into his seat.

"alright... I love you Kees..."

"I love you too, come on, let's get you out of this shit hole..."

He gave you a lopsided smile and kissed you softly before closing his truck door

His scent, which was mostly sand and sweat if you were honest, soothed you

You found on of his hoodies, which he just carelessly threw in the back seat, and slithered into it

You pulled the hood over your head and pulled the string shut, fully engulfing yourself in his smell, which put you to sleep

You were passed out by the time Keegan got back in the truck, he smiled softly and carefully backed out of the driveway and headed towards his home

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When Somebody Loved Me (Everything Was Beautiful) (Alex Morgan x Reader)

A reunion of childhood best friends would typically be a jubilant affair, but not in this case. No, because you were about to reunite with none other than Alex Morgan, the woman who left you behind when you were kids, the woman who'd broken not only your heart but your spirit as well.

I really want to thank @kingofmyheart-19, without them I doubt this fic would have gotten done, they helped so much and listened to my ranting on plot ideas and gave me some of their own, so thank you so, so much for the help, it was SO appreciated! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ They're also a writer as well, so feel free to go check out their page!

Disclaimer: This fic could be very triggering to some, it deals with abuse, speicifically child abuse, so if that's going to trigger you PLEASE skip this one. If you're still here, get ready for a 9K emotional roller coaster. As always, I'd really love to hear what you all think, this has been a fic I've been wanting to write for so long and I'm so happy it's done, so please, let me know what you think.

⚠️Trigger Warning: Child Abuse/Mentions of Child Abuse ⚠️

You closed your eyes, practicing the deep breathing you learned in therapy before your eyes open, the stadium where you would meet the USWNT looming overhead.

You knew you would see her, that you would have to see her, you were now working for her team after all, but the thought of your reunion made your stomach twist.

You could feel your chest tighten, a panic attack looming as you thought about your Y/E/C orbs meeting hers.

You wondered if they were still the same bright blues you remembered.

You shake your head rapidly, pushing those thoughts to the back of your mind.

Just because you were about to see each other again after so long, didn’t mean things were the same as they once were, she’d left you behind, and you didn’t think you could ever forgive her for that.

You didn’t know if you could ever forgive Alex Morgan for what she did, in all honesty, you weren’t sure if you wanted to.

With one final deep breath you slip out of your rental car and make your way towards the arena, mere minutes from reuniting with the woman that broke your heart.

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If there was one thing Alex Morgan didn’t expect, it was to see you making your way across the field towards her and the team, Emma Hayes at your side.

Her throat bobbed as she took you in.

You’d gotten taller, easily towering over her.

Your jawline was much sharper, and visibly clenched, something she used to get on you about when you were growing up.

The second your eyes met hers, her heart stalled in her chest, the Y/E/C orbs that would once soften when they locked with her blues, were now cold and sharp.

“Y/N...” Alex whispers when you’re in earshot and you glance her way.

“Do I know you?” You ask, a harshness to your tone that takes her aback, she’d never heard you speak that way, especially to her.

Her mouth opens and closes rapidly, the woman searching for anything at all to say, but it’s as if her vocal cords had stopped working.

Her teammates eye her curiously, their eyes darting between the two of you.

“Well, this is Y/N Y/L/N, she’s going to be our new trainer, she comes HIGHLY recommended, so try to make her feel welcome, okay?” Emma smiles, in no way missing the way Alex stares pleadingly at your profile.

Eventually, your eyes catch hers, her orbs the same bright blues that you often found yourself getting lost in years ago.

Alex isn’t able to utter a single word before you’re turning on your heels and moving towards the sidelines, Emma Hayes in toe.

Alex jumps when a hand settles on her back, a hand belonging to her longtime friend, Kelley O’Hara.

“Are you okay Al? Is something wrong?” She asks, able to read the woman’s face easily, picking up on the fact that she was incredibly upset.

“Ye-Yeah.” Alex stammers, her blues orbs burning holes in your back as you move out of sight.

“Everything is fine.”

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The second Alex saw you, all the emotions she tried so, so hard to bury came rushing back, hitting her like a tidal wave.

She wasn’t prepared for the way you looked at her, your eyes hard and icy, a look she vaguely remembered when she spotted you in the hallways of your high school, your books hugged to your chest and a new bruise gracing your face or your arms, the woman knowing full well that more bruises were hidden beneath your clothes.

She knew deep down she deserved it; she severed ties with you when you needed her the most, and she could never wash away the guilt she felt every time you passed her in the hallway, your face twisted in a pained grimace.

That night, she stares at the ceiling, her blue orbs glassy as she remembers the first time, she saw signs of the abuse you were enduring at home.

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“What are those from?” A small Alex Morgan asks as she points to the circular marks dotting your forearm, the skin a bright and angry red, the wounds fresh.

You shake your head rapidly, pulling your arm away from her.

“N-N-Nothing.” You mumble, the girl scoffing as she gently takes your arm, her blue orbs zeroing in on the sores covering your arm.

“What happened?” She asks and you shake your head, tears glistening in your Y/E/C orbs.

“Y/N...” She whispers, gently rubbing your arm, careful not to touch the marks.

“You can tell me anything...” She says, frowning when she sees a tear streaming down your cheek.

“What happened?” She asks again and you swallow, your mouth opening and closing before you croak out a single word.

“Dad.”

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Needless to say, Alex didn’t sleep well that night, her mind racing, wondering if the wounds on your arm had increased in number.

She honestly wasn’t sure if she wanted to know.

Eventually, Alex dragged herself onto the bus that morning, her blue orbs immediately finding your Y/E/C’s.

You almost immediately turn away, as if you’re unable to look at her for too long.

She pauses, attempting to find something, anything to say to you, but again, she finds herself unable to speak.

She sighs in defeat before making her way towards the back of the bus, unaware that your eyes are on her, your nostrils flaring.

She had no right to speak to you, no right to even look at you, not after the things she’d done, not after she’d left you behind to be abused and neglected.

You growl, turning towards the front of the bus, your fingers curling around the seat in front of you.

If you had anything to say about it, you wouldn’t speak to Alex Morgan ever again, in reality, it wasn’t that you wouldn’t it was that you couldn’t.

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Unfortunately, you’re forced to speak to her, the forward seeking you out when you reach the hotel, pushing her way into the elevator with you.

Your throat bobs as you stare blankly forward, your foot tapping and hands trembling, something Alex notices immediately.

“Y/N.” She whispers, her voice cracking, the sound pulling at your heartstrings, that sadness ebbing away a beat later.

“Y/N, you can’t ignore me forever.” She sighs and you shake your head.

“I told you; I have no idea who you are.” You say, the woman growling as you hastily exit the elevator, her hand catching your wrist, something that noticeably makes you jump.

“That’s bullshit Y/N, and you know--

Your lip curls in a snarl as you jerk your arm from her grasp.

“I USED to have a friend named Alex Morgan, but that was a long time ago.” You say through gritted teeth before turning on your heels and marching down the hallway, leaving a crestfallen Alex Morgan behind.

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Despite the fact that your last interaction didn’t go well, Alex continued to try and speak to you, popping up seemingly everywhere.

Unfortunately, you would be on the road for a significant amount of time considering it was She Believes Season, the entirety of the team together more often than not.

The close quarters resulted in early mornings, and one morning, you’d made the mistake of rolling up your sleeves to your elbows, revealing the multiple scars littering your skin.

Alex stiffened the moment she saw them, tears filling her blue orbs as she saw the massive number of burns on your skin, burns she knew were made by the end of a cigarette.

She’s unable to keep the tears in her eyes at bay, tears streaming down her cheeks.

You pick your head up, the feel of someone staring at you setting the hairs of your arms on end.

Your eyes catch hers and your brows furrow, following her gaze to the scars dotting your arms.

Your eyes meet hers before dropping to your marred arm, your nostrils flaring as you turn away, tugging your arm out of view.

“Alex...?”

Alex jumps, her eyes meeting Kelley’s concerned brown orbs.

“Are you okay? Why are you crying?” She asks, watching as Alex wipes her tears away with the sleeve of her sweater.

“It’s alright Kel, it’s nothing.” She sniffles, her eyes burning holes in the back of your head.

Kelley eyes her profile worriedly before turning away reluctantly, wondering what it was that was troubling her so.

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“When did that happen?” Alex asks when she catches you in the hallway on your way to your hotel room.

You turn on your heels, coming face to face with the woman you’d been trying to avoid, her blue orbs zeroed in on your scarred arm.

You pull your arm out of view, tucking it behind you.

“Like you care.” You bite, turning on your heels to take your leave.

“Y/N, you can tell me anything.” She whispers, her words stopping you in your tracks, taking you back to the day on the playground when you’d first told her that your father had burned your arm, when you’d first told her your father was abusing you.

“Like you don’t know.” You mumble, unable to turn to face her, tears stinging your eyes.

Your breath hitches when she slips around you, gently taking your wrist and inspecting your arm closely.

You’re unable to stop your heart from skipping a beat when she brushes the scars, her touch light and tender.

The scars were generally perfect circles, aside from those that overlapped, forming random shapes along your arm.

Alex frowned as she caressed the lumpy and disfigured skin, her eyes glazing over.

“Don’t act like you care.” You mutter, the forward frowning.

“I do care, Y/N.”

You scoff, pulling your arm out of her grasp, briefly missing the way her fingertips felt against your skin.

“If you cared Alex, I wouldn’t have these.” You growl, her throat bobbing.

“You can’t blame me for that Y/N, it isn’t fair.”

You bark out a laugh, the sound taking her by surprise.

“I wouldn’t have half the scars I do if it wasn’t for you. You abandoned me when I needed you the most, and for what Alex!?” You yell, surprised by the sound of your own voice and the anger in your tone.

Alex’s mouth opens and closes rapidly, the forward unable to find her words, that being enough to send you shoving passed her, your shoulder knocking hers as you make your way down the hall towards your hotel room, leaving the woman behind, just as she’d done to you.

That night, you can’t help but stare at your shirtless self in the mirror, the scars typically hidden beneath your clothes revealed, of course, to your eyes only.

How could you ever forgive Alex when your skin looked like yours?

How could you ever forgive the woman that you’d blamed for receiving them in the first place?

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It was unsurprising to Alex that you put so much pressure on her during practice, as if getting back at her for all the pain she caused.

“Pick it up Morgan!” You yell, Alex noticeably slacking considering you’d spent the practice already putting her through the ringer.

It’s only after her drills end that she comes to a halt, panting heavily, her hands on her knees as she attempts to fill her lungs with air.

You shake your head, making your way towards her and leaning down.

“You don’t just make the team because you’re a pretty face, you know that right?” You bite, the forward shooting you a glare.

Your brows furrow when the corners of her mouth tick upward.

“Did you just say I’m pretty?” She teases and you scoff, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Of course, THAT’S what you take from that.”

Alex’s lips split in a grin, her smile just as bright as it always had been, your heart skipping a beat in your chest.

“Hey, you said it, not me.” She smirks and you roll your eyes, turning her towards the remainder of the team before giving her a light shove.

“Get your ass over there Morgan.” You grumble, her grin widening before she skips towards the others.

You roll your eyes, unable to hold back a small smile as you too make your way towards the team.

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The distance between you and Alex was still massive, no bridge long enough to bring the two of you together.

It wasn’t for a lack of trying on Alex’s part, whereas she tried to reach out, you’d only pull back, unwilling to bridge the gap, in fact, increasing its size.

Alex watched as you focused your attention Lindsey’s knee, wrapping it gently, the blonde saying something to you she can’t quite hear, but whatever it was, it makes you smile, a smile that still makes her heart skip a beat after all these years.

You move to your feet, giving the midfielder a pat on the shoulder before she turns and jogs onto the field.

“Thanks Y/N!” Emily says patting your back a bit harder than intended, as she jogs passed following Lindsey onto the field.

You go ridged, your hands trembling as you squeeze your eyes shut tightly.

Alex jogs towards you, the emotional turmoil you were experiencing unnoticed by the remainder of the team.

“Y/N...?” Alex whispers as she gently takes your trembling hands in her own, stopping their quaking.

Your chest begins to rise and fall rapidly, an anxiety attack impending, something Alex had seen happen to you multiple times before.

“Y/N?” She says again, giving your hands a squeeze, this time however, you speak.

“I said I was sorry... Please don’t…” You mutter, Alex’s eyes widening before immediately filling with tears.

“Come on.” She whispers, silently guiding you away from the team, catching sight of Emma Hayes watching the two of you, the forward shaking her head rapidly.

When you’re in a secluded spot, Alex cups your cheeks.

“Y/N, it’s okay, it’s me.”

You squeeze your eyes shut even more so than they already were, your hands shaking violently.

The tears in Alex’s eyes begin to stream down her face as she tries to think of something, ANYTHING to get you out of the catatonic state you’re in.

Her eyes widen, a memory flickering in the back of her mind as she pulls you into her, one arm around you and the other resting on the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in the fine hairs there.

She remembered holding you that way in high school, before your friendship ended, a nightmare pulling you from your sleep one night as the two of you slept side by side.

“I’ve got you.” She whispers in your ear, drawing lazy circles against the nape of your neck.

“And I’m not letting you go, never again.” She whispers, cooing softly in your ear.

Your breathing begins to slow, the motion of her fingers against the nape of your neck lulling you into a sense of calm, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

She knew when you realized it was her that was holding you, you’d pull away, and the thought tore her heart in two.

You begin to relax, your shoulders sagging as your eyes slowly flutter open.

Almost immediately you move out of Alex’s hold, the forward frowning, missing the way you felt against her, missing the way her fingers felt tangled in your hair.

“What the hell are you doing?” You snarl, putting as much distance as you possibly can between the two of you.

“I-I didn’t know what else to do, you were having a panic attack.” She explains, her voice quivering.

You scoff.

“I didn’t NEED your help, I would’ve been just fine without you, like I ALWAYS have been.” You bark out before hastily leaving the room, not even sparing a glance back at the woman whose shoulder you roughly knocked into on your way out.

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Even though you were angry at her, you knew you had to thank Alex.

You couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened if Alex hadn’t taken charge and took you to a secluded place to calm down, using a technique she became accustomed to using in your later high school years.

You could still feel her fingers gently drawing circles against the nape of your neck, something you longed to feel again, but you wouldn’t let her get that close again, you couldn’t.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when the very woman who’d been on your mind comes towards you, the woman silently shuffling from foot to foot as she waits to get her ankle wrapped.

You give Kelley a smile, the defender’s ankle wrapped in her own bit of tape before she jogs off, turning and giving Alex’s hand a squeeze on her way passed.

Alex comes to a stop in front of you, her throat bobbing as you gently take her ankle in your hands.

You’re silently wrapping her ankle in bright pink tape when you finally find your voice.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, blue orbs widening as they meet your Y/E/C’s.

“You don’t need to be.” She smiles softly and you clear your throat, the sight of that smile effecting you more than you’d care to admit.

“I do." You sigh, the forwards cheeks flushing as you subconsciously caress her ankle.

“You...” You swallow hard, your throat bobbing.

“If you weren’t there for me the other day, I don’t know what I would’ve done, so... Thank you, Alex.” You whisper, clearing your throat, your eyes widening when you realize you’d been running your thumb gently back and forth along her ankle.

You give her a nod, reluctantly releasing her ankle, your old friend staring down at you for a moment before she smiles.

“You don’t have to thank me.” She mumbles softly, before her lips split in a grin.

“But you’re welcome.”

You watch as she makes her way onto the field, a smile stretching across your own face as you turn to Lindsey Horan, the blonde waiting for her knee to be wrapped.

However, you can’t help but look passed her, specifically at Alex Morgan, the woman beaming, wearing a smile you hadn’t seen her wear in a long, long time.

A smile that makes the butterflies in your stomach begin to stir, butterflies that died a long, long time ago, butterflies that were slowly coming back to life.

You didn’t like that the feelings you did your best to bury were resurfacing.

You blamed her, you were supposed to hate her, but the more she smiled your way, the more that anger and blame started to ebb away.

Your brows furrow as your phone again begins to ring, an unknown number stretched across its screen.

You shake your head, dropping your phone onto the top of a nearby bag.

Alex glances your way, smiling softly when your eyes meet.

The relationship between the two of you began to slowly change, you no longer looked at her with absolute disdain, instead wearing an expression she couldn’t quite place.

It’s when Emma Hayes blows her whistle that Alex sighs, making her way towards her bag, unaware that your phone had slipped inside.

She runs her hand through her sweat covered hair, catching sight of you out of the corner of her eye as you chat with Emma Hayes, a smile on your face.

She’d missed seeing that smile, mostly, she missed seeing that smile directed at her.

She turns away, reluctantly, unaware that your phone was buried deep inside her bag.

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You growl, searching wildly through your bag in an attempt to find your phone, sighing when you come up empty.

You flop down onto your hotel room’s bed, your head in your hands.

The last thing you wanted to do today was lose your phone, but here you were, attempting to remember where you’d last seen the device.

A tentative knock on your hotel room door makes you jump, your brows furrowing as you make your way towards it.

You tug the door open, your eyes widening and brows knitting in confusion when you see Alex standing behind the door, the woman shuffling nervously from foot to foot.

“Uhhh, yeah?” You say, the woman nodding into your hotel room.

“Can I come in?” She asks and you hum, eyeing her intently before you step aside, uncertain why you’d allowed her into your room.

The door clicks shut behind you before you turn towards her, your arms crossed across your chest.

“What is it?” You ask, your eyes widening when you realize she was holding your phone.

“I found it in my bag.” She says, the look on her face telling you there was something more to the reason why she was in your room.

“Th-Thanks.” You stutter, taking it from her hand, the forward’s throat bobbing.

“It was ringing, and I answered it.” She says, your brows knitting, anger building in your chest at the thought of the woman invading your privacy.

“I’m-I’m sorry Y/N, I promise, I really didn’t know it was your phone.” She stutters, the anger you were feeling dissipating at the look on Alex’s face.

“There’s more to it, isn’t there?” You ask and she, sheepishly nods.

“It was your mother.”

Your eyes double in size, your body going ridged at the mention of the woman who’d done nothing, merely watching as your father abused and neglected you, a woman you hadn’t talked to since you were kicked out at 18.

You make your way towards your bed, taking a seat on its end, Alex making her way towards you, waiting until you give her a nod before she too sits down.

The room is enveloped in silence for a moment before you find your voice.

“Wh-What did she want?” You stammer, realizing the calls you’d been getting the last few days must have been from your mother.

Alex swallows hard, staring at her intertwined fingers, her mouth opening and closing.

“It’s your dad.” She whispers, noting the hitch in your breath, the woman unable to stop herself from reaching for, and covering your hand.

You find yourself taking comfort in her touch, something you thought you would never do again.

“What happened?” You ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

Alex clears her throat, seemingly searching for what to say before she mutters.

“He’s dying.”

You snort, in a sick sense, happy that the man who destroyed your childhood was about to die.

“Your mom said, he wants to...” She pauses, staring at your profile as she speaks.

“He wants to apologize, for everything, before he passes.”

You stiffen, your hands balling into fists, Alex’s thumb delicately running along your white knuckles.

You chuckle.

“Of course he does. He wants to clear his own conscious before he dies.” You snarl angrily, the thought of calling your mother and ripping her a new one prominent in your mind.

Alex remains silent, your brows furrowing as you turn towards her, her mouth opening and closing rapidly.

“What?” You ask, the forward shrugging.

“I may have...” She stops mid-sentence, shuffling nervously.

“Said some things.”

Your brows arch, noting that she’s refusing to look you in the eye.

“Like what?” You ask and she clears her throat.

“I may have told her your dad was a piece of shit, and that you didn’t owe him anything, that he doesn’t deserve to see you after all he did, and that she was a bitch who doesn’t deserve to see you either because she was just as guilty. He abused you, and she just watched and did nothing about it.”

Your brows arch, your eyes burning holes in the side of Alex’s head before you laugh, her blue orbs widening as she turns towards you.

You wrap your arms around your middle as you’re overcome with laughter, the thought of the look on your mother’s face as Alex tore her a new one, and the look on her face when it was Alex that answered the phone making you laugh uncontrollably.

You knew her and your father weren’t her biggest fans, considering she treated you the way you were meant to be treated, and loved you in a way that they never did.

“I would’ve paid to see that.” You say, wiping a tear from your eyes, the forward beside you smiling, her lips splitting into a grin.

“I meant what I said, you don’t owe them anything Y/N, even if he’s dying, you don’t have to go to see him, unless you want to.”

You shake your head, your eyes dropping to your and Alex’s joined hands, the feel of her hand in your own making your heart skip a beat.

“I know.” You say, taking a deep breath before exhaling loudly.

“I kind of want to see him, to show him that even though he treated me the way he did, he didn’t break me, that I became successful, and I didn’t need him or my mother to do it.”

You swallow hard, your gaze falling to your lap.

“I suppose...” You pause, frowning, unable to stop tears forming in your eyes.

“I suppose he did break me, didn’t he?” You mutter, your eyes widening a gasp leaving you as Alex’s hand leaves your own, the woman instead wrapping her arms tightly around you.

The tears that formed in your eyes began streaming down your cheeks as she held you tightly, her cheek pressing against your shoulder.

“He didn’t Y/N.” She whispers, squeezing you gently, not wanting to throw you into a panic attack like you’d had the other day.

You close your eyes, sagging in her hold, the hotel room falling silent as you simply let Alex hold you in her arms, a feeling you didn’t realize you’d missed so much.

You’re unsure of what makes you say it, but before you can think your lips are moving.

“I don’t know if I can face them alone.” You confess, Alex turning her head and kissing your temple, the woman stiffening when she realizes what she did, though she in no way relinquishes her hold on you.

“You don’t have to Y/N.” She whispers, smiling when she feels your arm slip around her.

“What do you mean?” You ask, your heart lightening in your chest at the thought of the forward coming back to your hometown with you.

“I’ll go with you.” She mutters nervously, leaning heavily into you, her hold on you tightening.

You go silent before you rest your head against hers, a soft sigh leaving you as you give her side a squeeze.

“I think I’d like that very much.”

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The relationship between you drastically changed after that, the bridge was all but mended, the two of you almost as inseparable as when you were kids.

And when the She Believes Tournament ended, with the USWNT as the victors, you and Alex decided it was time to prepare to head back to your hometown, a place that held so many bad memories for you.

It wasn’t long before there was a knock at your apartment door, your hand freezing on the doorknob as you take a deep breath.

Despite the fact that things were better between the two of you, you still got nervous, worried that she would disappear again and break your heart.

You pull the door open slowly, Alex smiling when your eyes meet hers, a duffle bag slung over her shoulder a suitcase in one hand.

“Are you ready?” She asks as you step aside, allowing her inside, the woman taking in your small apartment.

“Honestly, not really.” You sigh, leaning against the island in your kitchenette.

Alex makes her way towards you with a frown, taking your hands, the gesture making your cheeks flush.

“Well, you’re not going alone, I’ll be there every step of the way.” She whispers as she caresses your knuckles.

You couldn’t lie, the feelings you had for Alex had resurfaced, and the closer you became, the more you realized that the feelings you had in high school had come back, tenfold.

You were in love with the woman currently holding your hands, the woman whose blue orbs sparkled when she smiled, the woman who’d broken your heart all those years ago.

You give her hands a squeeze, noting the flush of her own cheeks.

“I know.” You whisper pushing yourself off the island and moving to your full height.

“And it means a lot to me.” You say, bashfully staring at the floor beneath your feet.

Alex smiles softly, turning your hands over in her own before intertwining your fingers.

“It’s the least I could do.” She says, giving your hands a squeeze.

Her hands leave yours reluctantly and you sigh, missing the feel of her smooth palms against your own.

“Well, let’s go.”

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Alex’s fingers drum on the steering wheel, her eyes darting to the passenger's seat, where you're fast asleep.

She knew this journey would take a toll on you, she knew that this was one of the hardest things you ever had to do, and she was happy you’d allowed her to be along for the ride.

You mumble in your sleep, your brows furrowing as your head turns back and forth.

Alex reaches towards you, gently covering your hand with her own as she pulls into the tiny roadside hotel the two of you were planning on staying in for the night before you reach your hometown the following day.

“Hey.” Alex whispers, tenderly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your eyes slowly flutter open, your brows furrowing as you blink rapidly to clear your vision.

“Are we here?” You rasp, the sound of your sleepy voice making her smile lovingly.

“No, we’re at the hotel.”

You hum, stretching your arms above your head before you open the passenger's side door and slip out with a groan.

Alex slides out the driver’s side door, she too stretching.

“We had reservations, right?” You ask and she nods rapidly.

“I’ll go check us in.”

You watch her go with a small smile, the woman disappearing into the small hotel’s lobby, leaving you with the suitcases, which you didn’t mind.

You lean back against Alex’s car, staring up at the random hotel you’d decided to stop at on your way home.

You sigh, leaning your head against the car behind you.

You didn’t want to go home, you didn’t want to face your father and your mother, but you knew you had to.

You had to show them that you were well off, you had to show them that you’d made it without them, that you survived your father’s abuse and your mother’s refusal to do anything about it.

And having Alex Morgan by your side was just a plus, a major plus.

You remember your father taunting you, making comments about how Alex had finally learned how pathetic you were and made the right decision to distance herself from you.

Your throat bobs as you bite your bottom lip, staving off tears at the thought of your father’s harsh words.

Your mother wanted you to come home to hear their apology, but you had ulterior motives.

You were never going to accept her apology, and you were certainly never going to accept his, much like his apologies during your childhood, they meant absolutely nothing, and that wasn’t about to change.

“Hey.”

You jump, your eyes flashing open, immediately locking with Alex’s blue orbs.

“Are you okay?” She asks, concern evident in her tone.

You clear your throat, pushing off the car as you nod.

“Yeah, I’m just fine.”

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It didn’t take long for the two of you to settle into your room, the pair of you flopping down onto the beds you’d be sleeping on for the night.

“I’m so tired.” You yawn, rolling off the bed and heading to your suitcase.

Before you realize what, you’re doing, you tug your shirt over your head, revealing your near bare back to the woman in the opposite bed.

“Oh my god.”

You twist on your heels, your eyes wide.

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” You ask as you approach the forward, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“What is—

You pause your throat bobbing as you glance down at yourself, realizing your torso was bare, covered only by the sports bra you were wearing.

Meaning each and every scar that covered your flesh was revealed, scars dotting your arms, as well as covering your chest and back.

Alex’s hands tremble as she makes her way towards you, her eyes focused intently on your chest, a number of scars littering your skin, some from glass, some from a belt, and others you couldn’t really remember.

Lashes covered your stomach, as well as your back, red welts made mostly by your father’s favorite belt.

A wide array of cigarette burns covered your skin, mostly all over your arms, but some were on your chest and stomach.

“Jesus Christ.” Alex whispers, her voice cracking as she places her hands on your shoulders, taking in the destruction your father left behind on your skin.

“I-I...” She stammers, her bottom lip trembling as she turns you around, lash marks covering your back, overlapping into a mess of patterns.

Alex sobs, your breath hitching as she wraps her arms around you from behind, burying her face in the nape of your neck.

“I’m so sorry.” She cries, clinging onto you for dear life, her tears running down your scarred back.

You turn in her hold, wrapping your arms tightly around her, the woman burying her face in your neck as she cries.

“This is all my fault.” She sniffs, realizing that you hadn’t had the scars you do before the two of you had stopped being friends.

You shake your head, your chin resting on the top of her head.

“It isn’t. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that.” You whisper, ducking down to kiss her head.

Alex pulls back, her watery blue orbs locking with your equally watery Y/E/C’s.

“It is Y/N!” She cries, searching your face intently.

“You didn’t have these before we stopped being friends.” She says, whimpering as she takes in your scars again.

“I—

“No.” She says, shaking her head rapidly.

“If I would’ve just told you how I felt, you wouldn’t have these.” She sniffles, your eyes widening, and brows furrowing.

“What do you mean?” You ask, staring closely at the woman’s face, noting the way her throat bobs.

“Come on, Al.” You whisper, gently placing your hands on her waist.

“You can tell me anything.” You say, repeating the words she’d said on the playground so long ago.

Much to your surprise, she stares at you blankly for a moment before leaning in, your breath catching as her lips meet yours.

The butterflies that recently began to stir, burst to life as you kiss your childhood best friend, something you’d wanted to do for so long.

Your lips lock, the kiss stimulating every one of your nerve endings.

You never wanted it to end, you never wanted to stop kissing Alex Morgan.

She sighs against your lips as you kiss passionately, feelings the two of you had for so long now revealed.

Reluctantly, you part, Alex’s forehead resting against yours as you catch your breath.

“Wow.” You whisper, smiling when Alex leans in for another kiss, this one softer, and shorter than the one you’d just shared.

Alex’s mouth opens and closes for a few seconds before she clears her throat.

“I didn’t know how to tell you back then how I felt, I was scared, I thought if I pushed you away, the feelings would go away, but they didn’t.”

She cups your cheeks, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“They never went away, because I love you, Y/N.” She confesses, your eyes doubling in size, your heart skipping a beat.

“I always have, I just never knew how to say it...”

She licks her lips, inhaling deeply before continuing.

“When I saw you walking across the field, those feelings came flooding back.”

She rests her forehead against yours.

“I love you Y/N, I always have, and I always will.”

The room falls silent, the woman in front of you baring her entire soul to you, the knowledge that she’d felt the same making your stomach lurch with excitement.

You lean in, pressing a feather light kiss to her lips.

“I love you too, Al.” You whisper, Alex smiling against your lips as she throws her arms around your neck, kissing you passionately, the feel of her lips against yours something she couldn't get enough of.

The kisses remain tame, the urge to turn them into something more not present in any sense, the two of you catching up on the tender and loving kisses you’d missed when growing up.

You again, reluctantly part, your arms wrapping tightly around Alex, the forward burying her nose in the crook of your neck.

Unfortunately, your lips part in a lengthy, and loud yawn, the woman in your arms giggling as she leans back, leaning in to peck your lips before stepping out of your embrace.

“We should get some sleep, huh?” She asks and you nod, making your way towards your suitcase and grabbing the shirt you’d first intended to put on.

“Wait.” Alex whispers, placing her hand gently on your back so as to not scare you.

You turn to face her, a single brow arched as she motions to the shirt in your hands.

“Keep it off.” She says your throat bobbing as your eyes dart from Alex’s blue orbs to the shirt and back.

You hum, dropping the shirt before grabbing a few things from your suitcase and nodding to the bathroom.

“I’ll be right back.” You smile, pecking her lips before disappearing into the bathroom.

Alex, meanwhile, makes her way towards her own suitcase, slipping into a pair of shorts and a tank top just as you’re moving out of the bathroom.

She turns towards you, noting the way you shuffle on your feet, a sports bra covering your upper torso and a pair of sweats hugging your hips.

She holds her hand out, motioning towards one of the beds, your cheeks flushing at the silent invitation.

Nervously, you make your way towards her, her hand immediately settling on your bare stomach before she nods towards the bed.

“Do you want to share?” She asks in an uncertain whisper.

You gently take her chin between your thumb and index finger, tilting her head upwards until her blue orbs meet your Y/E/C’s.

“I’d love nothing more.”

Eventually, you turn the overhead light off, and shuffle into bed, the flickering TV the only thing bringing some source of light to the room.

Alex leans back, her blue orbs dragging down your front, taking in the scars covering your chest.

Your breath hitches in your throat when she ducks down, gently kissing a long scar running along your collarbone before turning her attention to the others she can reach.

Your eyes flutter shut, the feel of her lips a complete contrast to what it felt like to get the scars in the first place.

You can feel the tears streaming down your cheeks before you realize you’re crying.

Alex pulls away from you, tears forming in her own eyes when she sees you’re crying.

She cups your cheeks, pressing a tender, and loving kiss to your lips.

“Shhhhh.” She coos, her fingers running through your hair as you bury your face in her neck.

It isn’t long before you fall silent, falling fast asleep, tear tracks visible on your face as your childhood best friend holds you tightly.

She ducks down, kissing the top of your head, a hum leaving you as you snuggle closer.

“I love you Y/N, and I’m not going anywhere, no matter what.”

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The remainder of the journey is uneventful, Alex’s hand in yours more often than not, the woman kissing you tenderly any chance she got, realizing how much the feel of her lips against yours calmed you.

Before you realize it, you’re passing the sign informing you that you’d made it, you’d made it to the place that held so many awful memories for you.

You cling to Alex’s hand tightly, the woman noting the feel of your clammy palm against hers.

“We’re here.” She whispers and you nod, your chest tightening.

“Y-Y-Yeah...” You stammer, the air within the car becoming less and less until you feel as if you’re unable to breathe.

Alex almost immediately pulls to the side of the road, gently cupping your cheeks, her forehead resting against yours.

“It’s alright.” She whispers, taking your hand and pressing it against her own chest.

“Try to match me.”

You whimper, tears running down your face, but your breathing halts entirely when you feel Alex’s lips pressing against yours.

You slowly part, noting the fact that your anxiety attack had been stopped dead in its tracks, your breathing slowly returning to normal.

“Are you okay?” She says softly, her lips brushing yours as she whispers.

Your eyes flutter shut, the tightness in your chest ebbing slightly, but not entirely going away, you knew what you had to do to get it to go away, and that was to confront your father.

“I have to confront him before I’ll be okay.” You confess, Alex kissing your lips again before turning her attention to the road.

“Well, let’s go do that.”

Alex takes your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours as you stand outside the hospital where your father and mother are, the aforementioned woman making her way towards you, tears in her eyes.

“Y/N...” She says, opening her arms, but quickly realizing the last thing she’d get was a hug from you, especially considering Alex had stepped partially in front of you, her protective side warming your heart considerably.

Your mother comes to a stop, her throat bobbing.

“I understand.” She says and your nostrils flare.

“Where is he?” You say curtly, Alex gently squeezing your hand, earning a squeeze in return.

Your mother frowns before nodding to the hospital.

“This way.”

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Your mother didn’t even attempt to make small talk on the way to the room, she knew you weren’t there to embrace her and forgive her for everything she didn’t do when you were growing up.

Alex’s hand remained in yours, even as your grip on her hand became painful, she didn’t let go.

You needed an anchor, and she would be that anchor, for as long as you needed and as long as you would let her.

Your mother comes to a stop outside one of the many hospital rooms before turning towards you, her hands clasped in front of her.

“He’s in here.” She says, unable to look you in the eye.

“Please, try not to upset him, he doesn’t have much time left.”

Your lip's part, your nostrils flaring angrily, before you can speak however, Alex beats you to it.

“Yeah, because he cared so much about not upsetting Y/N when she was growing up.” She bites, your mother having the decency to look remorseful.

She didn’t abuse you, she never hit you, but she allowed it, and it was that thought that made you keep distance between the two of you, you weren’t about to forgive the woman who stood aside while your father scarred your body and beat you senseless.

She simply nods before stepping aside, motioning towards the room, knowing full well that the visit wasn’t going to go how your father expected.

You come to a stop, your chest tightening at the thought of seeing the man again, your free hand beginning to shake.

Alex turns you towards her, the woman cupping your cheek with her free hand, the other in a vice grip.

“I’ve got you. I’m not going anywhere.” She whispers, resting her forehead against your own.

You nod, your throat bobbing.

“Promise?” You whisper, your voice noticeably cracking.

Alex smiles, closing the distance between you, her lips lightly meeting your own.

Your mother meanwhile is unable to keep herself from smiling, happy in the knowledge that you had someone to care for you, unlike she had when you were growing up.

You give Alex a barely visible nod, the woman taking your hand and stepping through the doorway with you, partially in front of you in a protective gesture.

“There she is.”

You come to a screeching halt, your eyes darting towards your father who’s resting in the hospital bed, looking much smaller than he did when you were growing up.

“Well, aren’t you going to give your old man a hug?” He asks, his eyes still holding a hint of the anger you saw all the years ago.

“No.” You say curtly, leading Alex further into the room, your hands now full-on sweating, your face flushed.

“Why not?” He asks, his voice having an edge to it.

“Why?” You ask, laughing humorlessly.

You stare at the man blankly, realizing he had deluded himself into thinking you had no reason for not coming over and hugging him.

“Are you kidding me?” Alex snarls, the woman taken aback when you move towards his bed.

“Maybe because you spent my childhood beating the hell out of me?!” You roar, knowing your voice could be heard rooms away.

His lips part, the man about to say something but you don’t care, rolling your sleeves up and showing him the scars on your arms.

“Maybe this is why?” You yell, unbuttoning your shirt hastily, uncaring that you were basically standing in the hospital room wearing only a sports bra.

Your mother is unable to stop her breath from hitching when she sees the scarred flesh of your torso.

“Maybe this is why, DAD.” You say, your voice dripping with contempt.

Your father remains silent, the anger you’d typically seen burning in his eyes still there growing.

“I just wanted to see you before I go.” He growls, and you scoff.

“Well, here I am.” You say, throwing your hands in the air, Alex watching in something akin to awe as you confront your abuser.

“I’m not going to give you a big hug, and I’m not going to tell you I’ll miss you, because I won’t.” You bite, noting the jumping in your father’s jaw.

“How dare you—

“How dare I?” You bark out a laugh.

“How dare you think I should come here and just forgive you, just forget what you did to me growing up, how dare YOU.” You yell, cut off by a nearby nurse.

“Is something wrong?” She asks, her brows knitted in confusion.

Alex turns to her.

“This has been a long time coming, she needs this, let it happen.” She whispers, the woman shaking her head.

“I never said I was sorry.” Your father mumbles and you’re unable to stop yourself from laughing.

“Of course you didn’t, because you never felt bad for beating me.” You shake your head, the nurse, surprisingly, backing out of the room.

“Well, you didn’t break me, you didn’t win.” You say, your hands balling into fists.

“I came here to tell you that, and now that I did, I can move on with my life.” You say, turning towards Alex before leaving the room hastily, leaning against the wall outside of the room.

Alex turns to your father, the man shooting her a glare, a glare she returns, her blue orbs smoldering.

“You tried so hard to break her, but it didn’t work. She’s one of the best women I know, and I love her, more than you ever did, more than either of you ever did.” She snarls angrily, glancing at your mother who’s staring at the floor.

“She’s better than either of you, she rose above your abuse and became an amazing and talented woman, someone I’m proud to call my girlfriend.” She says confidently, your eyes widening when you realize what Alex had just said.

“Of course, as if she couldn’t disappoint me more.” Your father growls in reference to the fact that you and Alex were together.

Your hands ball into fists, the thought of walking in and jacking his jaw prominent.

“We don’t need your approval; we don’t want it.” She says, walking closer to the bed, the nurse who’d come in earlier coming towards you along with another nurse.

“Y/N is a better person than you could ever hope be.” She growls, turning to make her way out of the room, shooting a glare over her shoulder.

“I'm proud of her for coming here, for saying what she needed to say, and I know I put distance between the two of us growing up, but I’m going to be there for her no matter what, more than you ever were.” She says before making her way out of the room, zeroing in on where you were leaning against a nearby wall.

She hastily makes her way towards you, throwing her arms around you, squeezing you tightly.

Unbeknownst to you, your mother had followed you out, wearing a frown.

“I asked you not to upset him.”

Alex relinquishes her hold on you, the two of you sending the older woman a piercing glare.

“Well, I asked you to be there for me growing up, and you weren’t. Looks like neither of us got what we wanted.” You say, taking Alex’s hand, the nurses making their way towards you coming to a halt.

“Don’t worry.” You say, glancing at the women.

“We’re leaving.” You say, turning towards your mother.

“The only reason you need to call me again is to tell me he’s dead.” You say, turning on your heels, and making your way down the hallway, Alex’s hand holding yours tightly.

It’s only when you’re walking out of the hospital’s entrance that you break down, falling to your knees, your body wracked with sobs.

Alex drops down beside you, wrapping her arms tightly around you as you sob loudly against her chest, the relief of finally telling your father how you felt, making you emotional.

“You did it, Y/N. I’m so proud of you.” Alex whispers, running her fingers through your hair as she coos softly in your ear.

You sniffle, tears streaming down your face, your nose running as you cry against her chest.

Eventually, you fall silent, your body twitching every so often as you sniff.

You pull back, your bloodshot Y/E/C orbs meeting Alex’s red rimmed blues.

She cups your cheeks, leaning her forehead against your own.

“How do you feel?” She asks as you breathe in deep, filling your lungs with air, your chest no longer feeling as tight as it did.

You sigh, cupping her cheeks, wiping the tears Alex didn’t realize were streaming down her cheeks away.

“Lighter.” You say softly, bumping your nose against Alex’s.

You fall silent before your lips split in a grin.

“Girlfriend, huh?” You tease, her cheeks flushing.

“I-I mean...” She stutters, cut off by your lips meeting hers in a tender, chaste kiss.

“I do like the sound of that.” You smile, Alex throwing her arms around you, giving you a tight squeeze.

The two of you eventually make your way towards Alex’s car, your chest feeling lighter than it ever had before.

“I’m so proud of you.” Alex says as she slips into the driver’s seat.

You turn back towards the hospital, staring up at the hospital where your mother and father currently were, an abusive man you’d finally told how you felt, a demon from your past that you’d finally faced and conquered.

You smile, slipping in the passenger's seat beside Alex, the woman immediately taking your hand.

“You know.” You pause, turning towards Alex who’s wearing a tender smile.

Your own lips split in a grin.

“I’m proud of me too.”

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It’s nearly two years later that you find yourself back in your hometown, rain pouring down around you as you stand at your father’s grave.

You stare down at the stone stoically, noting the fact that it doesn’t say anything about being a loving father, but only a loving husband.

Your eyes widen when a dark shadow falls over you, a shadow belonging to an umbrella, an umbrella Alex Morgan is currently holding.

You take her hand, your fingertips brushing the ring wrapped around her ring finger, a ring you’d proposed to her with not that long ago.

Life had torn you apart, creating a distance between you so vast that you were not sure if the gap would be bridged, but it was also life that brought you together again.

It was life that led Alex to confess her feelings for you, and life that led you to where you currently were now, standing in the middle of the graveyard, your hand in Alex’s, the band of her engagement ring cold against your palm.

You turn towards her, smiling softly.

“Are you ready?” You ask, her brows arching when she turns towards you.

“Are you?” She asks, squeezing your hand as you turn back to the stone, nodding.

“Yeah, I am.”

Alex turns, her fingers intertwining with yours as you make your way back towards her car.

You chance one last look over your shoulder, staring at your father’s stone again before turning away, eager to start your life with the woman currently holding your hand, your chest feeling lighter than it ever had before.

After all these years, you were finally free, and you were free to live your life with the woman you loved, and that woman was your childhood best friend, and fiancé, Alex Morgan.

#uswnt x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine #please let me know what you think!

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When You've Come Undone - A.T. drabble

a/n: just wanted to post something for yous, its literally just porn without a plot and it's pretty short, but I hope you enjoy it

warnings: afab!reader, smut, lots of smut, grinding, anal, fingering, dom/sub undertones, daddy kink, soft dom!al, a teeny tiny bit of cnc if you squint...squirting, aftercare. I think that's everything...

DON'T ENJOY IT - DON'T READ IT - DON'T COME AT ME

It’s only 9am and already you’re horny. But that’s what happens when you wake up to your boyfriend rutting into you from behind, both of you still half asleep, the air thick with warmth and lust. Alex is hard, rolling his morning wood gently into your ass, pushing in between your cheeks as best he can over your pyjama shorts. They’ll be off soon.

“Morning, baby.” Alex grunts into your ear, his hot breath fanning over your skin. You twist your head round to peck his lips, giggling as he continues placing kisses on your cheek, your jaw, down your neck until he’s nipping and sucking along your shoulder.

Within moments your sleep shorts are kicked off, Alex’s boxers thrown onto the floor. You can feel his hardness pressing against you and you practically gush at the feeling. Your thighs are already wet, still sticky from the few rounds that you had last night and fell asleep before you could clean up.

You roll over to face Alex, rubbing your hands up and down his chest, kissing his lips eagerly as your hand reaches down to stroke his cock lightly. He grunts and squeezes your ass with his large palms as his hips stutter into your touches.

“Need you now, baby.”

“Please-”

Alex pushes the covers away, tugging your legs apart so he can rub his tip against your heat. You groan and bury your face in his neck, so ready for him.

You’re so wet already, a combination of the night before and the grinding, and Alex is so eager, he pushes forward and-

“Fuck, Al, that’s-”

You yelp as his thick head pushes at your hole - your other hole, the thick ring of muscle twitching at the unexpected intrusion.

“Shit-”

Alex pulls back, pumping himself a few times before lining up with your cunt, but before he pushes in he pauses. He moves back to look at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I want to. Do you?”

“Y-you want to…”

“Fuck your ass.’

Your heart skips a beat - you’ve never considered it, not properly. Not after seeing how big Alex is at least. He barely fits in your pussy, let alone your ass. But you can’t deny how excited the idea gets you.

“Al, my ass, it’s tight, you won’t-“

“What?” Alex smirks, the insufferable shit, he knows exactly what you mean. He just loves teasing you, loves the pout on your face as he winds you up.

“It’s not gonna fit, Al, you’re too big-“

“Let me worry about that. I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry, just spread your legs for me baby, that’s it, as far as they go.”

He pushes gently against your legs, you bend your knees so you can give him more access and he grins, stroking himself slowly before prodding his tip gently against your ass.

“Yeah?” He quirks a brow at you, his pants coming low and heavy.

You gulp. “Yeah.”

And then you’re whimpering and squeezing your eyes closed as he nudges forward, the pressure building and then a burning pain as the ring of muscle finally gives around his cock.

“Fuck..”

The expletive falling from Alex’s mouth is drawn out and low, practically a groan. You, on the other hand, can’t even form any words, your mouth gaping open, the sensation new and intrusive and unfamiliar and so fucking good - and he’s only put the tip in.

He starts rolling his hips into you as best he can, but its too much for you, you haven’t adjusted yet, and you try to push him away. You push weakly at his shoulders, but it does nothing. Alex just kisses your temple, one hand reaching down to stroke your thigh soothingly.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s gonna hurt a little but-”

“Too much, Al, t-too big, I-” You’re babbling now, your mind going a little fuzzy as all you can think about is the stretch, the deep, deep stretch and red hot head of Alex’s cock pushing into new territory, taking it as his.

“Just a little longer, it’s gonna feel so good, I promise.”

“P-promise?”

“I promise, baby.” Alex leans down to peck your lips and you taste the saltiness of his sweat, smelling his musk completely surrounding you. Cigarettes and spice and Alex.

“You’re gonna take it, and it’s gonna feel so good-”

“I’ll be a good girl, D-daddy, I will-”

“I know, princess, so good for me, so fucking good.”

His hips are rolling faster now, the slick dripping from your cunt lubing you both up so it's a little easier for him to push in, but it's still a tight fit and he resorts to mostly grinding against you, pushing a little more in with each stroke. Your ears are ringing and you grip onto Alex’s shoulders for dear life. He grabs your legs behind your knees, rolling you over so you’re underneath him and he pushes your legs back as far as he can.

You only whine, sinking your nails onto his shoulder blades as you feel him even deeper inside your guts. Your hole clenches painfully around his thick cock, eliciting a raw groan from Alex. One of his hands is on your neck, pushing you down as he shifts into a comfortable position between your legs. You moan at the new position, the spread of your legs allowing Alex just to push in that little deeper and the stretch is so intense, you’ve never felt anything like it.

“That’s it, baby, doing so well for daddy, aren’t you?” Alex looks down at you, his hair dishevelled from sleep and dark with sweat, a few strands hanging over his face, his jaw slack as pants escape from his mouth.

“So good, so full, d-daddy, so good-” Your words are cut off as he reaches down to strum at your clit, flicking his thumb over the sensitive nub until you’re seeing stars. You can feel your climax building, your breath coming in short gasps, fingers gripping at Alex’s back, feeling his taunt muscles tense and twist every time he thrusts into you.

A few tears track down your cheeks from sheer ecstasy, and Alex reaches up to brush them away, his fingers wet with your slick. Actually, everything is soaked - your thighs, Alex’s pubes and crotch, the mattress underneath you. Your poor cunt is painfully empty, clenching around nothing.

“A-Al, Daddy, n-need– I’m a good girl, please-”

“I’ve got you, baby.” It’s like he can read your mind, reaching down once again, this time pushing two fingers roughly into your aching cunt and your hips buck, a silent scream pushing its way out your mouth.

“That's better, eh? So good, taking me in all of your holes, aren’t you, baby?”

You barely even hear his words, just the tone of his voice, the deep vibrations against your neck, the feel of his wet hair on your cheek, his chest pressing against yours and it's all so hot and thick and you really might pass out.

“Answer me.” The sharp tone snapping you out of your delirium.

“Y-yes, yes, yes.” Once you start you can’t stop, repeating the words like a mantra to the rhythm of Alex’s thrusts.

His fingers twist, buried deep in your cunt and pressing until Alex can feel his own cock thrusting in and out, separated by his fingers by only a thin sheet of muscle and you scream, the sensation all too much. You feel a gush of wetness, your head so fuzzy that you feel you might just float away. Alex chokes out a groan as you squirt all over him, just adding to the complete wet mess where you're attached. His fingers continue pumping, his cock still hot and heavy inside your asshole and you feel yourself slipping, the edges of your vision going black.

When you come back around, Alex is collapsed on top of you, his whole form shaking with every breath he takes. You card your fingers through his soaked hair, tugging on the strands lightly.

He pushes himself off you so he can look down at you properly, a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

“That good, hm? You squirted AND you passed out, I reckon that’s a new record.”

You laugh and push at his shoulder playfully, your ass squeezing tightly around his softening cock and he gasps.

“Fuck, don’t do that, or I’ll have to pin you down and go again.”

“I wouldn’t complain.” You wink and laugh, stroking your hands up and down his arms, smoothing over his shoulders and feeling the little marks where your nails dug into his skin so hard.

“That’s plans for tonight sorted then.”

Alex pulls out gently, shuffling down the bed so he can look at your ruined holes. You flinch as his finger traces lightly around your ass hole, massaging the sore skin gently. He grabs a cloth from the bedside table, using it to clean you up, making sure he’s soft and slow with his actions. It’s still overwhelming, still so sensitive from the absolute pounding you just took. You wince and Alex meets your gaze, blinking in apology, before concentrating on cleaning you up again.

“We should probably let your arse hole recover in the meantime. You’re gaping like a fucking fish after this-”

“Shut up.” You pout, pulling him back up to your level so you can cuddle into his chest. “Do you think it will go back to normal?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

“...What do you mean ‘maybe’?!”

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uluvjay · 11 months

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List 5, prompt 2 from the family section. I was thinking reader is the only Hughes daughter and ends up dating Trevor

"Where were you last night?"

Trevor Zegras x Hughues sister!

Warnings?; sneaking around, getting caught, secret relationship, lying, talk of hickeys, Reader is jack's twin, cursing.

You had fucked up. Rule number one of secretly dating your brother's best friend that was currently staying with you was to not fall asleep in their room that was on a different floor than yours.

But you did and by the time you had awoke it was five till seven meaning Quinn would be up for his morning run any minute and you had to move fast. You jumped out of Trevor's bed and threw on one of his hoodies, grabbed your phone and booked it to your bedroom, the second you got under your covers you heard your big brothers door open.

You had ended up falling back asleep for another two hours and this time you took your time waking up and decided to get ready for the day. As you stripped Trevor's hoodie off the light purple color on your collar bone caught your eye in your mirror.

You walked up to it examining the multiple little marks that were scattered around your collar bone and chest, cursing your boyfriend. You opted to slide one of the hoodies you had stolen from one of your brothers instead of Trevor's.

As you made it to the kitchen you saw Jack, Quinn, and Cole all gathered at the island, Quinn looked freshly showered while the other two looked like they had just woken up as well.

"Morning sis" Jack greeted as you walked in, the other's greeting you as well.

"Morning boys" you greeted back and stole a berry from jack's fruit bowl.

After a few minutes of small talk Quinn asked you a question that had your stomach dropping in anxiety, "Hey uh, where were you last night?" Your twin and Cole both whipped their heads to you at the question.

"What'd you mean? i was in my room" you laughed hoping he believed me.

"No you weren't, I came in at like midnight to see if i could borrow a blanket and you were nowhere to be found" he said, arms now crossed.

"Maybe i was in the bathro-" you started but was cut off by a yawning Trevor

"Morning everyone" he greeted as he walked in and you immediately dropped you head into your hands at the sight of your shirtless boyfriend.

His chest was also littered with light purple marks and he sported fresh scratch marks from your manicure on his back, you didn't look up as you heard Cole bust out in laughter.

"I think we know where she was last night" he snickered

"What?" Trevor asked confused before Cole pointed to his chest, "Oh..Oh shit" he said coming to a realization.

"Wait! are you two sleeping together!?" Quinn exclaimed

"Hold on!, before we continue i need to call Alex he lost the bet" Cole laughed loudly as he exited the kitchen.

"No we're dating.." you trailed off scared of how your twin was going to react.

Quinn didn't reply just dropped his head into his hands, "I always knew you two would end up together" jack laughed before continuing, "But she better have a ring before you knock her up Zegras" he warned the brunette next to you as he came around and hugged you.

"She will, I promise" Trevor promised as jack pulled him into a bro hug.

Quinn still hadn't expressed his feelings and your heart was in your stomach, you knew him and Trevor always joked about not liking each other but you really hoped he was okay with your relationship.

After a few moments of a thick silence he came to stand in front of you, "He makes you happy?", you nodded

"Treat you right?"

"yes"

"Okay then, as long as your happy I'm happy" he smiled and pulled you into a tight hug.

"Zegras, you break her heart i'll break your face on the ice, we clear?" he threatened

"Yup, we're clear" your boyfriend agreed

Quinn gave him a smile before announcing he was going to wake Luke up so he could hear the news.

Trevor smiled down at you and pulled you into him, placing a few small kisses to the top of your head and whispering an "I love you" but your moment was cut short as your twin came running back into the kitchen with a gasp.

"Dude! this means we're officially brothers now!" He cheered and your immature boyfriend started cheering and jumping as Jack pulled the two of you into a group hug.

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cumikering · 6 months

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Alex Keller x reader 2

2.7k | soft smut, subby Alex, thigh riding, mutual masturbation

Alex is a morning person (part 1) (part 3)

Second submission to @glitterypirateduck ’s Alex Keller challenge (don’t look at me like that, if I asked you to stay would you)

Alex jerked awake, causing you to look up. He had dozed off on your couch within the 10 minutes you went to make some tea after your movie date.

You sat on the other end of the couch, comfy in your t-shirt and sweats. “I know you’re a morning person, but it’s not even that late,” you teased, moving your laptop to the coffee table next to his cold cup of tea.

He blinked, looking away. “Oh, uhh… I guess work was unusually busy today.”

“You should go. Get proper rest.” You scooted over and stroked his forearm.

He wasn’t ready to leave yet despite the tiredness. He contemplated being shameless and asking to stay the night on the couch. But he didn’t want to be too forward, so he accepted his defeat.

He didn’t expect anything from you, especially not this early into dating, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t want it. Because right then, he shamelessly fantasised about taking you home, about you in his shirt as you made coffee in the morning. He'd come up to you, greeting you with a kiss on your bite-covered neck.

“I want to see you more often. On the weekdays, even just for an hour or two.”

“I wouldn’t mind at all.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around him. “Okay, now off you go. I don’t want you falling asleep on the way home.”

He got off the couch with a small laugh. At the door, you gave him a kiss so sweet that he couldn’t help but be cheesy and dip you. The gasp you let out gave him the determination to do just one more thing before he gave in to sleep.

Alex stayed true to his words. Over the next few weeks, a date each weekend turned to meeting at least twice a week. It included picking you up from work to have dinner at yours before leaving with a pout when you told him to go at the end of each night.

That evening when you got in his car, your greeting kiss couldn’t have come sooner. It had only been a few days and he’d already missed you. He stole glances as he helped boil some pasta while you did the chopping, humming along to the low music floating in the air. The activity was so serene that his mind flew to imagine more days like so, at his place, which would have been be much livelier with you.

You giggled against his lips when he pulled you in for a kiss. He could get used to this.

He volunteered to clean up as you showered after dinner, the least he could do after the delicious meal you’d made. You came out of the bathroom with damp hair, cheeks flushed, wearing a comfortable shirt and shorts.

You plopped down on the couch next to him, your arm over the backrest, propping yourself up. “You sure you don’t need to go yet, early bird?”

He laughed, bringing your knuckles against his lips. “Not yet. Still want to be with you, need to kiss you some more.”

In one swift move, you straddled him. Alex’s heart went from 0 to 100 as you guided his hands to your waist before yours rested on his chest. In awe, he looked up to your bashful smile.

Spellbound, his wide palms travelled down the side and back of your smooth thighs, taut as they held you up. He went back up greedily, wanting to feel every curve as his pants tightened. His fingers slipped under your shorts, revealing more of your thighs, the very thighs he’d spent too many hours thinking of. He could feel how soft you were, how your hips narrowed to your waist, catching the hem of your shirt as he went further up.

He made a noise. He didn’t know if it was a moan, but you couldn’t possibly get more attractive. You’d been such a tease that a little strip of your belly was enough to send him reeling.

It didn’t help that your body wash smelt so inviting. His grip on you tightened, hauling you up against him as his mouth met your hip. With a gasp, you grabbed the back of the couch. His mouth, wet and hungry, travelled up your side, licking and nipping. The sounds of his kisses filled the room followed by your pretty, soft moans. When he looked up, he was met with your hooded eyes and parted lips.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” He pressed his cheek on your collarbone. He throbbed to your heartbeat. “I’ll never be able to leave. Not when you make me feel this way.”

You let out a sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck. You rubbed your cheek on his forehead, stroking his hair.

His hands gingerly ran down your back, unsure where the limit was. “Do to me what you want. I just want to be yours,” he said, almost desperately.

Your eyes stayed on his as you sat back on his thighs. You unbuttoned his shirt, surprising him, but he didn’t resist.

His skin heated up the more buttons you undid, not daring to ask what was happening, but his heart swelled in anticipation. “Do you think we need to talk about this first?”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, embarrassed. You pulled his shirt close over his chest.

“I just… don’t want to be too forward, or make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“You’re right. I’ve never even asked if you wanted-”

“Oh, trust me. I want to, with you. I’ve fantasised about this so many times,” he said breathlessly.

You smiled. “Is it?”

“Yes, way more than I’d like to admit. I love thinking about you.”

“What about?” You ran a finger down his exposed chest.

“Will you be mad if they’re dirty?”

“I’m not sure. You have to tell me.” You continued undoing his buttons.

“Ok, well…” he trailed off, distracted by how close you were to his face before pressing your juicy lips on his. His eyes closed shut as he savoured the moment.

“Bed,” you whispered breathlessly against his lips.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Without missing a beat, he wrapped your legs around his waist before bringing you up with him, arms securing your body against his. You gasped into his mouth, the sound excited him further.

He reluctantly broke the kiss as he laid you on the bed, but before he could get on top of you, you rolled him to his back. You undid the last two buttons of his shirt before taking it off him.

You straddled him again, kissing down his neck, along his collarbones and across his toned chest, gripping his biceps. “You’re delicious, Alex,” you said against the other side of his neck.

Your hot breath sent a jolt straight to his cock.

“Come closer,” he huffed as he pulled you down to him.

You gasped when your clothed pussy pressed against his bulge. He wondered if you could feel him throbbing for you.

He brought your fingertips up to his lips. “You keep doing this to me. You’re my favourite thing to think about.”

You grinded on him with your hands on his chest, head thrown back with your eyes shut. He grabbed your hip, thankful for the rather soft fabric of his pants as his cock rubbed deliciously against your clit. With the gentle moans escaping your lips, he couldn’t help but move against you too.

With a sharp breath, you bit his shoulder gently to stifle yourself. He groaned in pleasure, now slipping both his hands under your shirt, guiding you by the waist.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed.

You sat back on his thighs, hands trailing down his torso. His bulge had pushed his waistband off his skin, offering you a glimpse of what was under. You impatiently undid his belt and pants, revealing a wet patch where the tip of his cock strained against his underwear.

Alex breathed nervously as he watched you. Glancing up at your face, you were biting down on your lip. You ran a finger down his length, sending shivers down his back, before palming him over the fabric. He sucked in a sharp breath, hips bucking under your touch. You continued as you kissed down his stomach.

“How do you know this is what I like to think about?”

You smiled against his skin and looked up from under your lashes. “What else do you think about?”

“I’m too embarrassed to say,” he said helplessly.

“I like thinking about you too.”

You pulled his underwear down, freeing his thick cock. Your thumb swiped over his leaking tip and began stroking, eyes trained on him.

“Fuck,” he hissed. He twitched in your hand, the eye contact made him impossibly hot. He gripped your wrist. “I want to make you feel good too, want to make you moan my name.”

“How?”

“Any way you want me to. I’ll do whatever you want. I’m yours.”

“Can I ride you?”

“Fuck yes. Whatever you want.”

You stripped him down before he helped take your shirt and shorts off. Alex watched, biting his lower lip, as you pulled your underwear past your ankles. You left your cotton lounge bra on.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you teased.

He chuckled, grabbing you by the hips. “Negative, ma’am. You’re my favourite thing to look at.”

You crawled over him, your sopping pussy warm on his thigh. He flexed his muscles for you to grind on.

Alex sat up against the headboard, a pillow behind him. He wasn’t going to miss the show. He cupped your face as you began rocking. You leaned into his touch with a shy smile when his thumb brushed against your lower lip. You caught his thumb between your teeth and began sucking.

You wrapped his hand around himself and began stroking over it. His breath hitched as the pleasure washed over his body. He continued stroking when you grabbed the headboard for support.

Your juices run down the side of his thighs as you continued rocking on him. The sight increasingly sexual as you moaned with his thumb in your mouth, head thrown back. You occasionally looked at him with soft eyes before shutting them in pleasure again, but Alex couldn’t take his eyes off you at all. At this point, he was too distracted to continue touching himself.

He could see the mess you made each time you rocked back. Your loosely tied hair had undone itself somewhere along the way, leaving your hair around your face. He was addicted to the sweet sounds of your pants and the squelching of your folds against him. How your tits bounced with the motion, your hardened nubs visible under the soft fabric, begging to be sucked. You were a feast to his eyes.

“Take it off,” you said between moans.

Alex didn’t need to be told twice. He tossed your bra aside with a content sigh. You were perfect.

He brushed away the hair on your face. You hastily put his pointer and middle finger in your mouth, sucking them.

He groaned, your eyes never leaving his. “I want to make you feel good. I want you to moan my name.” He picked up his pace, his fist never felt so good before.

You hummed but it also sounded like a moan around his fingers.

“What can I do?” He pulled his fingers away to grab your waist.

You shook your head, the heat building low in your belly. “Already so fucking good,” you managed to say.

His hand trailed down your hip to your thigh. He felt around it, grabbing it, wanting to feel every inch of you.

“I’m close, Alex,” you choked out.

“Yes. Please come for me. Come on me.”

Your moans grew louder, calling out his name, your movements ragged in the urgency. You inched closer and closer to your release before finally coming with rough thrusts, his name still on your lips

“Wow, you’re perfect,” he said when you came down from your bliss, brushing your hair away from your pretty face once more.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, lightly blushing. Your heart raced against his chest. “I hope I wasn’t too loud.”

“No, you should have been louder. Fuck, that was sexy as hell.” He took your chin, capturing your lips in a slow kiss.

“Let’s get you off,” you said. You scooted backwards, and for a split second he thought you were going to wrap your sweet, sweet lips around his aching cock, but they landed on his hip instead. He leaked at the anticipation.

You peppered small kisses across his stomach as it rippled in desire, all the way to his other hip and pelvis. You were so damn close. He hoped he wasn’t imagining it that you leaned in as you looked up, your cheek brushing slowly along his throbbing length. The warmth of your breath made him shiver.

You straddled him again, your soaked pussy pressed against the base of his heavy cock. He wondered what you tasted like.

“Fuck,” he pleaded. “I want to touch you.”

“Touch where?” You bit your lip.

“Everywhere you allow me to.” He leaned up, his arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush to him. He twisted your face to the side, giving open-mouthed kisses on your exposed neck.

Alex went up and up, now sucking and licking your lower lip. You let out a moan, and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his hot tongue against yours. Your hand slipped between your bodies to stroke his cock.

He knew he wasn’t going to last very long, not when his body felt like it had been on the brink of orgasm since you kissed him on the couch. But he was still going to try to hold on, desperately not wanting the moment to pass.

“That feels so good,” he breathed. “You always make things better.”

Your tongue trailed along his collarbones making him groan. You nipped at his shoulder, moving up his neck. You caught the quiet moan that slipped from his lips and began stroking faster. Your lips travelled further, kissing and licking at his jaw and up to his earlobe.

His body tensed, his abdomen heaving under you. You didn’t let up as you ran your tongue along the cuff of his ear. He let out another moan as your touch got unbearably delicious, bringing him closer and closer to his release.

“I want to make you come, Alex.”

His hips bucked as his grip tightened on you. Your dirty whisper was his last straw. “Fuck,” he grunted, panting.

His cock twitched as he spewed up ropes of come onto his stomach. You kept stroking, letting him ride out his high, slowing down to a stop when the flexing eased.

“Holy fuck,” he said breathlessly. His eyes travelled down to the mess he made on your hand. “Sorry,” he mumbled and straining under you to reach the box of tissues on the nightstand.

You beat him to it and helped him clean up while his eyes stayed on you, at how gentle you were, your eyes soft. He kissed your knuckles as his heart exploded. You gave him a smile and he tipped your chin up to him to kiss you.

You lied wordlessly on your bed, getting lost in his blue eyes as he held your hand against his lips. His finger traced mindlessly over your curves as his eyelids grew heavy, but he forced them open.

“You sure you don’t need to go yet?” you teased.

“I need to, but I really, really don’t want to.”

You cupped his face, thumb stroking his bearded cheek. “If I asked you to stay, would you?”

“Yes,” he answered too quickly.

“Just so you know, clothes are optional in my bed.”

“Wasn’t planning to wear any.”

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la-petite-lapin · 5 months

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Double the Love | Part Two

Double the Love masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x female civilian!OC Word Count: 2.9k Series warnings (may change between chapters): 18+, Minors DNI, angst, mentions of death, mentions of violence, mentions of poor mental health, injury description, eventual explicit sexual content, polyamory, M/M/F, FMC is bad at feelings

They finally meet

One year later...

The message comes out of the blue. The first time I've heard from John Price in a whole month, and it's a fucking text message.

I'm watching TV, curled up in a ball on the sofa next to my best friend and flatmate Winslow "Winnie" Sloane, when my phone pings. I think about ignoring it until I catch a glimpse of his name. It's an unspoken rule between the two of us - we never knowingly ignore one another. Obviously, he can't reply to my messages when he's on ops, but that's different - that's not wilful.

I pick it up without hesitation and take a look.

JOHN PRICE: Tali, I need a favour. It's urgent.

My heart drops.

TALIA KELLER: What's happened? JOHN PRICE: Call me. I'll explain.

So, I do. I tap Winnie on the shoulder and rise up to my feet, shuffling off to my bedroom so I don't disturb her episode of Slow Horses. When I'm safely shut behind my bedroom door, I tap on the call button, dreading what's awaiting me on the other end of the line.

"John?" my voice is full of nerves as the call connects, echoing slightly around the room.

"God am I glad to hear your voice, Tali." He sounds haggard, his own voice tired and hollow. It's not hard to tell that he's fresh off an op. I can already imagine how drained he looks; can picture the dark circles shading his eyes and his scruffy too-long beard.

Sometimes, when I'm feeling particularly brave, I try to talk him into leaving the service. I think about Alex and his death, and I hate that John still knowingly puts himself in harm's way day and night. He's the only serving soldier I know now - I never met any of the other members of their unit - and I desperately wish that he'll retire soon.

"How are you?" he follows up, voice puncturing through my thoughts.

"I'm okay. At home with Winnie. How's Marcella?"

A soft sigh leaves him at the mention of his long-suffering wife. I wonder if he's even had a chance to see her yet. "Last we spoke, she was perfectly fine. Misses you though. You need to come over for dinner soon."

An easy laugh leaves me. Winnie and John aren't the only ones who've been supporting me since Alex died. John's wife Marcie has been there every step of the way too, helping me through rough patches whenever John is away on deployments. And Winnie's never been anything but kind and understanding - it's not in her nature to be anything but.

"Soon," I mumble in agreement. There's a sound on the other end of the line in the background, a murmured snippet of conversation and a drawn-out groan followed by a soft shut up. "Not alone?"

"Got some company," John admits. "Speaking of... does Winslow still have that big trip coming up?"

My palms slick with sweat. Yes. Yes, she does.

Ever since her big promotion six months ago, Winnie's job now involves a lot more travelling than it used to. And - because of that - in three days' time, she'll be in France, starting a month-long assignment helping a struggling marketing firm in Paris.

And I'll be alone.

It doesn't bother me as much as it used to, but I've always had this thing about being alone. It's part of the reason why I live with Winnie; why I've been seeing a therapist since I was sixteen; why I struggle to have normalcy. My current therapist thinks that it's a form of abandonment issues from being orphaned at a young age, which has led to my inability to maintain stable relationships. The therapist before that thought it was something completely different; that I seek to form attachments but wilfully don't, self-sabotaging and creating my own permanent sense of loneliness. But, my point is, I don't react anywhere near as badly to it as I did when I was a kid.

I still remember when I was fifteen and Alex left for his first deployment. I was still living with our maternal grandmother at the time, and I completely shut down. I holed up in my room for almost a whole month, refusing to speak and barely eating or sleeping. I could hardly function for worrying about him...

"Tali?"

I snap out of it. "Sorry. Yes."

"Could you... could I possibly bring some of my guys to your apartment? Just while Winslow is away. Our safehouse in the area has been taken out of action and we need somewhere to lay low for a little while."

My guys. The unit.

"What about your place?" My brow furrows. Surely Marcella wouldn't mind a few guests. She's calm and motherly and takes great pride in hosting. I'm sure she'd be in the element with them.

John clears his throat awkwardly. "Not an option. They don't know."

Ah. The brave, almighty Captain John Price still hasn't told his team that he's married. Typical.

I roll my eyes. "Okay. I hope you know that we're coming back to that later." A beat of silence passes. "How many people are we talking, John? Because it's a two-bedroom flat in London. It's spacious but it's hardly the Tardis."

He snorts out a dry laugh. "Only two. One of the lads is local so he's got family around here he can stay with. And there's some stuff I've got to get done, so I'll be hopping from base to base."

"Where are they going to sleep? Are they going to mind sharing a bed? Because the sofa is comfortable, but I know how you army guys are built..."

There's an awkward silence on Price's end as I hear him shifting around. It takes me a second to realise that he's covering his mouth against his phone's microphone. "Yeah... that's, um- that won't be an issue for them."

Oh.

"Okay. Cool. I'll take them."

I wince. Why the fuck did I say cool? Of all the ways that I could respond and I choose that. Way to go, Tali.

"Are you sure that you're okay with this, Tali?" Price asks, his voice soft and encouraging. "If you aren’t, we can find something else-"

"Price, I'll take them in. Winnie leaves on Tuesday morning, so just have them swing by around then, okay?"

Favour asked and questions answered, we say our goodbyes and hang up. It takes me a second to gather my thoughts before padding back into the living room. The moment I step through the hallway, Winslow pauses the TV, angling her head up to look at me. A cloud of black curly hair frames her beautiful face, dark eyes wide and expectant. "Is John back home?"

I wince, getting ready to launch into an explanation. "Not quite."

Tuesday morning rolls around all too soon. By 9 a.m. I'm sitting cross-legged on the foot of Winnie's bed as she packs up her stuff. I can't help but feel a pang of anxiety strike deep in my chest.

"Are you sure that you're gonna be okay?" Winnie asks, almost like she can read my mind.

I meet her dark, knowing gaze and offer her a smile. "Winnie, I'll be fine. You don't need to worry about me. If I need anything, I can call Marcella."

She smiles, running a hand through her freshly braided hair. The pearls attached to some strands clink together softly. "Okay. Good. But you've got to call me once a week at least, okay?" Before I can reassure her that I will, she adds, "And you've got to text me every day."

"Winslow, I will. Stop stressing, please."

A moment of easy silence passes before the laughter starts. Both of us crack up, her eyes finding mine and holding my gaze.

Once we've both calmed down, I take a closer look at her cases. She's packing almost everything she owns. It's a sight that worries me, so I look away, deciding to look out of the window instead.

A loud, firm knock on the front door saves me just as Winnie is packing up her last suitcase. We exchange a look before I'm up on my feet, scrambling to answer it. I can't lie, I'm curious to meet John's friends. But I'm also sad. Because there's a strong possibility that they knew Alex too. That they were with him when he died.

When I open the door, there's two men standing in the hallway, just like John said there would be. The first has short brown hair styled into a mohawk, the sides cropped close to his scalp but the top and back left longer. He's broad-chested, muscular too; built like a grizzly bear. And, even though his complexion has a slightly pallid hue under the overhead lights, it's not hard to imagine that he's usually quite tan.

And then there's his friend. Standing next to the grizzly bear and at least half-a-foot taller than him, he has the expression of a man who wants to break me apart with his bare hands just to see what's inside. I fight to meet his intense gaze, taking catalogue of the features visible under the dark hood of his black sweatshirt. His eyes are hazel - I think - skin tanned from what I'd assume are long hours spent out in the sun, and I can't quite make out his hair colour. He's equally if not more muscular than his friendlier-looking counterpart. My eyes trail down to his mouth, drawn to the scar bisecting his bottom lip. It doesn't draw away from his attractiveness though; just adds to the sense of rugged charm that I'm getting from him.

Not that it should matter. It doesn't. They're here because they need help; not because they want to be ogled by a complete stranger.

"Are you John's friends?" I ask stupidly, as if they could be anyone else.

The grizzly bear nods. "Aye. And you are?"

Scottish. Nice. I've always loved the accent, but his is even better. There's a humour there; something uniquely his. It makes me want to keep him talking just so I can hear it more.

"Tali." I step back so that they can come inside. They hesitate for a second before following me into the living room, the tall, silent one closing the door behind him with a soft click. "Also John's friend."

The grizzly bear plops straight down onto the couch, stretching out with no hesitation and making himself at home. His arms drape over the backrest, a lazy grin forming on his lips as he watches me take a seat on my armchair. The tall one gives him a reprimanding look, hovering beside the window behind him. His light eyes are always alert; darting around the room like something's going to jump out at any second.

"You army?" he asks, expression wary. His voice is all gravel with a Manchester accent.

I offer him a small smile. "Nope." I don't think anyone could mistake me for a soldier. I'm small - short and slender - and skittish at the best of times. "So... what should I call you?"

Hazel eyes narrow at me. "Ghost."

The grizzly bear rolls his eyes dramatically, offering me a wide, disarming grin. It's blatantly obvious that he's overcompensating for him. "Callsign is Soap, but a pretty lass like you can call me Johnny."

My heart flutters.

It takes a second to remember what John had said on the phone. Sharing a bed won't be an issue for them. The awkward, implying tone he'd said it in. In other words, neither of them are meant for me.

Ghost eases away from the window to stand just behind the sofa, drawing closer to Johnny. Johnny, on the other hand, moves so that he's leaning forward, elbows braced on his knees as he cocks his head at me. "A friend of Captain Price, are ye?"

I nod softly. "Yes."

"Funny that," Ghost barks, tilting his head to one side. "He's never mentioned you." Thinly veiled suspicion drifts off of him in waves, and it makes me feel endlessly uncomfortable. His harsh gaze melts through my skin and bones, boring deep into my soul.

I shift in my seat. "He never mentioned either of you to me, so I don't think that counts for much."

Johnny lets out a loud laugh. "I think I'm gonna like ye, Tali. Not many people talk back to 'im."

It's in that moment - as I'm silently praying for the floor to open up and swallow me whole - that Winnie steps out of her room, suitcases in tow. She walks into the living room, depositing them by the front door before coming over to introduce herself, a sceptical look on her face.

She levels Ghost with an icy glare, not looking away from him as she asks me, "Everything all okay here, Tali?"

"Yeah, it's alright Winnie." I gesture to each of John's friends in turn. "Winnie, this is Johnny." He raises his hand and waves, still grinning like the Cheshire Cat. "And that is Ghost." I point to looming, ominous figure behind him.

"Ghost?" she repeats slowly. I nod. "Okay, well I'm leaving now. Tali, I love you and I'll miss you. Remember to call me." She bends at the waist to hug me, wrapping me up in her warm, vanilla-scented embrace. As she straightens, she glares at each of the men in turn. "And you two - don't give her any shit. If I find out you've made her feel uncomfortable even once, not even John will be able to save you. Got it?"

Johnny stares up at my friend, mystified. His blue eyes are bright as he nods. "Don't worry. We won't be any trouble."

Winnie turns back to face me. "Right, I've got to go or I'll miss my ride to the airport. I'll be back before you even know I'm gone, okay?"

"I know," I say, my voice soft. "I love you. Be safe and text me when you land."

With a nod, Winnie presses a gentle kiss to the top of my head then gets her last few bits together. And then she leaves. Leaving me alone with two complete strangers. Yay.

"So," I grumble, struggling against the urge to shy away from their intense gazes in the safety of my room, "do you want to see where you'll be staying?"

Later that night, the three of us gather in the living room to watch TV.

The guys didn't have much to unpack. They travelled light so I'm going to have to go shopping sometime soon to buy them some essentials; more clothes and toiletries. Definitely food too. If dinner tonight was any indication, they eat a lot.

I'm curled up in my armchair again, watching something that Johnny chose on Netflix. Every once and a while, I glance across at them. Ghost is sitting upright, legs stretched out in front of him. His legs are so long that his feet are tucked under the coffee table. And then there's Johnny. He's laying on his side on the sofa, his head resting on Ghost's muscular thighs. Every now and then, Ghost's hand runs down the length of Johnny's side, stroking him in soothing, rhythmic motions.

Looking at them, I can't help but feel a sense of longing. Jealousy that they're together and obviously quite happy. That they're comfortable enough around one another for these subconscious displays of affection.

I'll never have that. It's something that I've come to accept. I'm twenty-five now and I've never had a serious relationship. I don't even think I want one. For a period of time in my late teens, I thought that I might be aro-ace, but over time I've gathered that I do feel romantic and sexual attraction. It's just different.

The sad truth is that I don't trust anyone enough to believe that they'd stay with me. Love me. Make me feel safe enough for displays of casual affection. There would always be that looming sense of dread that they'd leave me sooner or later.

In my head, I've justified it. If I don't get into relationships, no one can leave me. Alex's death all but solidified that for me.

The rom-com Johnny picked out gets to a comedic scene - a naked beach fight - and he starts to chuckle. I join him and I swear even Ghost lets out a little snort. We're all laughing until...

"Fuck. Johnny, you're bleeding."

My heart crawls up into my throat. My eyes snap across to them, blatantly looking now. The white t-shirt Johnny is wearing is plastered to his side, a red patch seeping through the fabric, spreading across his ribs.

He sits upright, holding it with one large hand. "Ah fuck. Didn't get any on the sofa, did ah'?"

"Fuck the sofa," I splutter out in a panic. "Are you okay? Why are you bleeding? Should I call an ambulance?"

Johnny looks back at me with a quizzical expression while Ghost just sighs, standing up. He walks towards the bedrooms at an unhurried pace, stopping along the way to press a chaste kiss to Johnny's forehead, placing a loving hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry, darling, I'll get the bag." Hazel eyes swing towards me, where I'm still panicking in my armchair. "His dressing just needs changing, and I'll check his stitches. He's fine, love."

I ease back into my seat, heat rushing to my cheeks. "Oh."

Ghost leaves the room, heading into my bedroom to get the aforementioned bag. I've decided to give them my room for the duration of their stay because it has an en-suite. It eliminates the risk of me accidentally stumbling in on them in the shared bathroom that doesn't have a working lock. Overall, it's safer for everyone that I'm staying in Winnie's room.

Feeling more than a little foolish for my outburst, I offer Johnny a weak smile. "I'm going to go to bed now. Goodnight, Johnny."

"Ye sure?" he asks, blue eyes tinted with a hint of... something. Maybe disappointment? I don't know. "The movie isn't over yet. You seemed like ye were enjoying it." His brow furrows. "We could watch something else."

"I'm sure. It's fine; I'm just tired. We can watch another movie tomorrow night if you want."

His eyes light up at that. "Yeah, sounds perfect."

I'm back in Winnie's room by the time Ghost leaves mine. I can hear his footsteps padding down the hallway. Hear their muffled conversation and muted laughter.

As I fall asleep, I can't help but feel a different kind of loneliness. And, as I drift off, my heart aches for what Ghost and Johnny have.

a/n: guess who's back! so Tali has finally met the boys :) sorry if this part is a little short, just wanted to get something out in time for christmas for you guys - merry christmas and take care of yourselves, lapetitelapin

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youresodarkbabe · 4 days

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i'm listening, ready to learn (prof!a. turner x reader)

smut.

warnings: prof!al x reader (yes this is influenced by the recents), age gap, piv, dom-ish al, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 2.6k

liv n lola the realest ones for helping me through writing this mess and just this shitstorm of a month lmao

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"it's definitely not the worst i've seen."

those four words were like a knife to the heart. you put everything you had into those pictures, worked on them for weeks, refining, editing, reshoots, and that still didn't please him. you gave him everything you had to offer, and it still wasn't enough. you could cry on the spot, but his voice pulled you out of your mind's abyss.

"do you want a second chance? i mean, i think you could do much better than this, not to be too harsh."

you had to stop yourself from showing your sheer happiness, you couldn't believe this. you try your hardest to compose yourself before speaking.

"yes, please," you mutter quietly, your voice coming out almost like a squeak. he found it endearing.

he sets your portfolio on his desk and stands up, sliding it over to you with a smile before taking a sip of his coffee.

"tell me if this crosses a line, but would you like to do the shoots at my studio? i have everything you need and more there, i think it'd be very useful."

reality hits you hard. you and your professor at his studio, all alone. if you weren't already trying to conceal your emotions, you were definitely doing it now. ignoring the heat pooling between your legs, you nod, not trusting yourself to speak, afraid of what would come out of your mouth.

"alright," alex grabs a pen from his shirt pocket and jots down his phone number and studio's address on a post it note and sticks it on the top of your portfolio, "how's this friday? is 7 good for you?"

you nod again, eyes fixed on his. "'s perfect, sir."

the sun was shining perfectly, his eyes illuminating like gold. he was so, so beautiful and it took everything you had to break that eye contact and walk out of the class.

come friday, and you're already panicking. you can't find any of the things you need, your reference pictures are shit in hindsight and your roommate had accidentally broken the lens you needed for your camera. regardless, you show up to the studio twenty minutes too early with all you could carry, hoping he wouldn't hate you for your lack of equipment.

he opens the door in a red shirt, a few buttons undone. you couldn't help but picture what he'd look like with the shirt off.

"you're early, doll," he lets you into the studio and shows you where to keep your stuff. "i would've rushed a bit more when cleaning if i knew you'd be so early."

your cheeks heat up as you take in his words.

"i can always come back later?" you say, almost immediately packing your stuff back up, only for alex to stop you with a hand holding your wrist firmly in place.

"it's fine, promise. just a tad unexpected."

he gives you that classic smile and all the worry in your heart seems to melt away. he asks if you'd like some space to set up, and as much as you want to spend time with him, you know it'd be best if you focused, so you say yes. alex darts off to the other side of the room where you see him fiddling with the portfolio from your previous meeting. you tear away your focus from him and set up your camera and all you'd need for the shoot.

he shuts it abruptly, the sound making you jump, his voice instantly soothing your mind.

"did you bring any references?"

shit, you think to yourself. you hated the references you originally had, you left them at home. you had absolutely nothing.

alex tuts, setting the portfolio back down and walking to you, tapping your chin so you'd look up at him, which you do.

"i can see you gettin' in your head. you don't have to worry, we can figure this out, okay?"

"okay."

you and alex stand there for a moment, faces so close, almost close enough for you to close the gap— to kiss him, but you choose against it. alex again seems to be the one to snap out of the haze first, taking a few steps away, clearing his throat. "i, uh, have some pictures you could use as a reference."

right. the photoshoot. that's why you're here.

"you wanna go get 'em for me?" alex asks as he sits down on the chair in front of your camera. you say yes, waiting on him to tell you where to go.

"just that shelf there, the gray one."

you hold the hefty photo album in your hand and hand it to him, standing behind him, leaning in to look at the pictures.

calling them gorgeous would be an understatement. you had been passionate for photography for as long as you could remember and you had never seen pictures that had captured the human essence that beautifully.

alex points at a specific picture and looks up at you, beaming.

the photograph looked simple enough, but there was something to it, something that made it transcend normalcy, the model looked ethereal. it was in black and white, and the standout feature was the bright red lipstick mark on the model's neck, you could immediately picture alex like that, he'd look so perfect.

you try ignoring how wet just the thought of him like that makes you and as if on cue, he says your name, you look away from the picture and back at him.

"i can see the ideas in your eyes, i think we'd best get started, hm?"

you let out a shaky breath and are about to go to your camera, before you pause and turn to him.

"am i.. do i have to take the pictures of you?"

and for the first time, you see a blush grace your professor's perfect face.

"that was the plan, yeah. we can always find a different picture to replicate if you want, it's fine, i don't mind—"

"no! i mean, it's fine. i'm alright with taking the pictures of you, sir."

alex runs a hand through his hair and licks his lips, "alright, okay,". he smiles at you again, making your heart melt and you feel yourself getting soaked. "think i should change this shirt, though. what do you think, sweetheart?"

based on the look on his face, you can tell he didn't mean to let the nickname slip. you'd be lying if you said you didn't love the way how naturally it rolled off his tongue, though. his accent made the word go straight to your core.

"you can change if you'd like."

he mumbles a quiet 'yeah', and goes off into the corner of the room, unbuttoning his shirt as he walks, unaware of how your eyes are fixed onto him. he slips the shirt off and turns to you, holding two shirts in either of his hands.

"black or white?"

you eye him up and down, replying despite being completely distracted.

"white."

he puts the shirt on as he walks back to the seat, you avoid eye contact because who knows what he'd say if you kept staring.

he sits down and you look back down at the reference picture, one question filling your mind.

"sir?"

he hums in response, fixing the camera slightly.

"the lipstick mark. do i have to—"

"if you want. it's not needed, you don't have to."

the second you hear alex say you can kiss him, you grab your red lipstick and apply it, not noticing how enamored alex is. he watches on as you swipe the lipstick along your bottom lip, wanting nothing more than to feel them against his, but at the same time, terrified that you don't see him the same way.

you stand in between alex's legs, one of his hands on your waist as you lean in and press your lips to the side of his neck, under his jaw. you hear his breath hitch as you pull away, the grip on your waist getting firmer.

"it doesn't look good, can i redo it?" you ask, just so you could kiss him again. alex nods and hands you his old shirt to wipe the lipstick off with. you kiss his neck again, this time with your lips parted, your teeth lightly grazing his pulse point.

alex's eyes fall shut and his mouth hangs open, a quiet groan gracing your ears. with his eyes still shut, he moves his other hand to your waist, pulling you closer to him. "that one good enough for you?", he asks, his hands moving to your back, wrapping around you.

"no, i think i need to kiss you again." you mutter, dipping your head even closer to his. alex doesn't hold back, this time. he leans in and kisses you, standing up and pulling away to kiss your cheek, laughing at the slight red tint he leaves.

"'m i right in assumin' my lips are red too, now?"

you nod as you tangle your hands in his hair, kissing him again, deeply, tongue and teeth clashing with no regard for anything but each other.

alex's hands slip down to your thighs, tapping on them and instinctively you jump into his grasp, letting him carry you with his hands planted firmly under your ass. he pulls away again, dipping his head to your neck, sucking, biting, licking— anything that makes you feel good. you feel how hard he is through your jeans, and you grind against him, making him moan along your collarbone.

"d'you wanna go to my room, baby?", he asks in between kisses. your mind is too overwhelmed with him to respond, so you just tug on his hair, hoping he'd take the message, which he does.

you can barely focus on where he's taking you, working on unbuttoning his shirt, not realising what alex takes with him into his room.

he lays you down on his bed, it dipping when he settles on his knees by your side, letting you unbutton his shirt. he shrugs it off, smiling at how you look at him, completely obsessed with you. he slides his hands under your shirt, waiting for you to let him know it was okay to take it off, which you do with a moan. you're grinding against his thigh now, letting him take your shirt off. while he's there, he also takes your bra off, swearing under his breath at the sight of your tits. he cups them, twisting your nipples between his fingers, watching as they harden, taking one into his mouth.

he sucks on it before pulling off with a pop, kissing all over your chest until he reaches the waistband of your jeans. he undoes the button and pulls them off slowly, along with your soaking wet panties, both joining the growing pile of clothes on his floor.

alex runs a finger through your folds and pops it into his mouth, humming as he tastes you.

your hips roll into his as you whine, "sir, i need you, please," you begged, and alex simply couldn't say no to you.

alex strips down fully in front of you, and just the sight of his cock makes you squirm. he was bigger than you'd imagined him being. trying to convince yourself that you could take him, you watch as he slides back in between your legs and places his arms on either side of your head. you can't help yourself from reaching out for his cock, stroking it and playing with the tip. his arms almost give in as he groans straight into your ear.

he moves one of his hands to pry yours away from his cock, "if you pull somethin' like that again, i'll make sure to leave you here, just like this. got it?"

the harshness in his voice makes you clench around nothing, you nod rapidly, biting your lip to keep quiet.

"good girl," alex mutters as he aligns himself with your aching hole, pushing in as slowly as possible, both of you moaning as he bottoms out. his hand goes to your clit, rubbing it in figure eights as slowly as possible as he pulls out almost completely, only to slam back in.

your hands go to his back, nails digging into his skin as he thrusts. he had a plan— he was going to take it slow, be as gentle as possible— but it all went to shit the second he saw the way your tits moved with every thrust.

he speeds up, going faster with every thrust, eyes flitting between your face and your tits. his fingers work your clit like magic and your back arches into him, tits pressing against his chest as he hits the perfect spot. you moan his name loudly, biting into his shoulder to muffle your noise. he strokes your hair softly, slowing down just a bit to kiss your cheek.

"feel good, princess?" he asks, his voice sweeter than sugar.

"so, so, so good, fuck—" you feel yourself getting closer and closer and alex can feel it too. you clench around him before you see white, the pleasure of it all taking over as you cum hard. alex fucks you through it, getting closer and closer to his peak.

just as he's about to cum, he pulls out, slightly too late. his cum spurts all over your thighs, stomach and cunt, but you're too fucked out to care.

"that was so good, love, you did so, so well for me."

he kisses your collarbone again, moving lower and lower, eventually settling with his face in between your thighs. he pushes the cum off of your stomach and thighs and into your cunt with his fingers, twisting them inside you. surprised, you tug on his hair, pulling him to look at you.

"i got you, good girl, don't worry, okay?"

you nod as alex pulls his fingers out and slides them into your mouth, making you suck them clean— which you do.

he kisses your inner thigh before finally licking a stripe up your worn pussy, making direct eye contact as he does so. his lips attach to your clit, teeth grazing against it as he flicks it with his tongue, eventually moving his thumb to do that job for him. he slides his tongue into you, tasting you as best as he can, moaning into your cunt. the vibrations drive you crazy, hips bucking into his mouth as he licks into you relentlessly.

his nose nudges your clit as you feel your peak getting closer once more, legs wrapping around his head as you cum again, letting him clean you up with his gentle kitten licks. alex looks up at you through his messy hair, laughing as you pry him away from your overstimulated cunt. he eventually gives in, moving away and kissing his way back up to your face.

the two of you sit there in silence for a while, the only sounds you hear is alex's quiet breathing as you run your hands through his hair.

"'m sorry," he mumbles against your lips. "you're my student, this isn't right, i shouldn't have—"

you press your lips against his once more, softer this time, less starved, less desperate. you kiss him as if you can see more of these kisses coming your way in the future.

"i can see you getting in your head, alex." he chuckles at the callback to what he had told you earlier, hiding his head in the crook of your neck. "i want this to work. i think if we tried, and if we're careful, it will."

alex takes a deep breath in, sitting up next to you, gently stroking your stomach as he presses another kiss to your neck.

"it better work, doll."

you feel yourself starting to drift asleep, only waking up to the feeling of alex's body leaving yours.

"what are you doing?" you ask quietly, voice too hoarse speak normally.

alex grabs what he took with him earlier, that object you couldn't quite make out, and waves it in front of your eyes. that fucking camera.

"just stay still, love," he says as he snaps a few pictures of you, smiling at the stills.

"so.. are those getting me my A?"

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perfectly-imperfect82 · 9 months

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Security!

I was sneaking my way through the hallways, making sure to not be seen by security but also make it seem like I was suppose to be here.

I saw a sign that said field, bingo. That is where the team must be or going to be.

I quickly made my way to the tunnel and looked out on the field.

I saw the team by the benches and I felt my heart pick up at what I was about to do, who I was about to meet.

I slowly made my way over the bench, which it surprisingly took a long time for anyone to notice me.

"Who are you?" Ash asked once she saw you

"I'm (y/n)" I said as I continued my way over to them

"And what are you doing here?" Ash asked confused as the team was now all staring at me. I however was looking for one particular person. When I saw her, she looked shocked and fearful.

"I came to talk to Alex" I said still looking at Alex.

"I don't know you" Alex said finally saying something

"I just want to talk" i said keeping myself calm at all the looks I was getting.

"I think you need to leave kid, before we call security" Ash said moving closer to Alex in a protective manner while Alex just continue to stare at me

"I think you would much rather come and talk to me, then have me share what I know about you" I said with a smirk as I watched Alex panic since she knew who I was

"Are you blackmailing her?" Kelley asked angrily as I just nodded

"She is just a kid. There is no way she could actually know something about Alex that we already don't know" Allie said looking at me skeptically which only made my smirk grow. People always underestimate kids.

"Are you sure about that? I mean I may be only 13 years, but I would say this is a pretty juicy story" I said look right at Alex who was moving towards me. She looked pale and nervous which alone made me happier.

"I thought you would change your mind" I said as I turned to walk away as I heard "Alex, are you okay" but I new she was following me.

I made my way across the stadium and took a seat and watched as she followed me and took a seat next to me.

"So I'm guessing you realized who I am. I mean your parents still ask for a picture every year. I assumed you have seen at least one" I said continuing

"What do you want?" Alex asked with an a confused face

"Just to meet you in person" I said speaking honestly

"I don't believe you. You won't come here and sneak into a stadium. Then blackmail me to just meet me" Alex said not with an irrated look causing me to smile.

I mean she isn't completely wrong but most of it had been to meet her. To see what she is like in real life.

"No, it's pretty much just that"

"I still don't believe you" she said

"What? afraid I'm going to tell the world that the Alex Morgan had a baby as a teenager and gave her up for adoption to peruse soccer. Dont you think if I was going to that, I would have by now? Plus I would never actually tell anyone that your my birth mom. That would put to much attention and be a burden on me" I said causing her to glare but I honestly didn't mind. She seems way nicer on tv and social media

"In that case. SECURITY!" She yelled causing my eyes to widen in shock. I was not expecting that.

I looked over and saw two security guards running my way so I took off running towards the exit. However due to my condition and not being able to work out, I was slower than normal and the were able to catch me.

The tackled me to the ground. They forced me the ground held me there.

I started to panic as i new I shouldn't be flat on the ground. I felt my chest start to tighten and the lightheadness and dizziness start to kick in after a minute.

"Sit me up" I managed to get out but I was ignored. Paying attention to what was around me was getting more difficult as the discomfort grew in my chest.

That's when I heard it though, my mom

"Get off her, your hurting her" my mom yelled

"Get of the kid, now" I heard a male say and instantly the security guards were off me

The next thing I knew I was pulled up into the sitting position and met the worried eyes of my mom as she looked me over. The discomfort and dizziness was going away quickly now that I was sitting up

"I'm okay, I promise" I said looking at my mom as she started to calm down

That's when I noticed the team was surround us and looking at me with curiosity

"Do you want her to check out by our trainer?" Vlakto asked looking at me mom, he must know. Of course he knows, how else would mom manage to get in without telling him

"No" I answered while my mom said "yes" causing me to glare at her which she returned

"I just want to leave, it wasn't what I thought it would be" I said moving my eyes to Alex so she could get the message. I watched her her eyes soften as she saw Alex

"Once I know your are okay for tomorrow" she said giving me a sad smile and I gave up. Knowing it would make her feel better.

I stood up with my moms help and we followed Vlakto to the training room were we watched him talk to the trainer before he called me over.

"I'm guessing you've done this before?" The trainer asked point to the heart monitor machine and I just nodded and took off my shirt, leaving me in a sports bra for him to attach everything.

"If it's okay with you, I would like to talk to you privately" Vlakto said to my mom who then looked at me hesitantly.

"Go, I'll be fine" I said giving her a smile and with that they left.

Just as the trainer finished attaching everything, a group of the team walked in causing me to roll my eyes

"Well for sneaking in to meet us, you don't look so happy to see us" Emily said taking a seat in front of me

"I didn't come to see all of you, I came to see one person. I met her and now I'm good" I said glaring at her and I felt a glare back and saw Kelley standing behind her glaring at me

"Why are you attached to these? We don't usually do this when a fan gets tackled by security or anything?" Mal said looking at me confused.

"Nothing for you to be concern with" I said and pulled out my phone and did my best to ignored them.

They didn't leave which made me uncomfortable.

When the trainer was happy with results and took my blood pressure he told me I was good. I quickly threw on my sweatshirt and looked at that team who was blocking my path.

"Are you sure your okay?" Lindsey say looking at me with concern once the trainer left

"Yes, I'm fine"

"No, like your overall health" Lindsey said causing me to look at her shock. That is not a question most people would ask

"And you call me rude" Emily said before turning back to me

"But are you?" She continued as i then turned my shocked express to her

I went to move towards the door, ignoring them and just wanting to leave.

That's when I saw Kelley blocking the door.

"Can you move? I would like to leave now" I said giving an annoyed look.

"I just want to talk" Kelley said as she looked to the other to leave, which they did to my surprise

"What do you want?" I asked

"I know who you are" Kelley said

"Good for you. Now I want to go to my mom and leave" I said

"I'll let you go in a second. Just answer this questions. What is wrong with your health?" She said and I saw her expression change of the angry to concern which confused me

I gave in "No, I have a heart tumor. I'm having surgery on it tomorrow and found out you guys where here. That's why I came. I wanted to met Alex once, just incase" I said looking away from her as she just looked at me with shock and sadness

"Can I go now?" I asked still not looking at her

I saw her move and I headed out the door

"Just so you know, she isn't normally like that. You just surprised her and it scared her. Also, she may not know you, but she has always loved you and wanted you to have the best in life" Kelley said causing me to stop for a second.

I felt tears come to my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away before continuing on my way out to find my my mom. The person I wanted to spent the rest of my time with before surgery.

#uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #alex morgan x reader #alex morgan imagine

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0blobthefish0 · 10 months

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Close Call

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So sorry this to me absolutely forever to write 😅 Thank you so much for requesting and for waiting!!

Arizona Robbins x Callie Torres x Female Reader 1,895 words

You let out a loud gasp. Your eyes wide and brimming with tears - though not from pain, you were still in shock and the adrenaline was coursing through your veins. You had been shot. Actually been shot. You stared at the entry wound only a few centimetres below your right collarbone, oozing blood.

Suddenly, a hand scrambled over your shoulder and pressed, hard, against the puncture. You let out a sharp hiss and looked to your side to see an angry Karev. His eyebrows furrowed and his face turning red as he spoke at you. You looked at him vacantly.

"Are you stupid!? You could have died," he yelled quietly, but you could hear the troubled twinge in his words. "Are you even listening?" Alex paused as he searched yours eyes before you nodded, the action so small he would have missed it if he hadn't been focused solely on you. Alex grabbed your hand and pressed it against your wound, "Hold pressure," he ordered as he straightened to pull his scrub top off and you watched as he balled the fabric and pushed it under your hand.

A small head caught your attention from behind him- "Riley," you whispered and the young boy peeked out from hiding behind his hands, his brown eyes wider than you had ever seen before, "it's okay, Riley, I'm okay- see? Just a little blood, nothing you haven't seen before," you smiled at him and you saw the boy nod his head.

You turned to Alex beside you, "Hold him," you whispered, "he's scared." Noiselessly, Alex moved over to the boy and held out his arms to which the boy climbed into almost immediately. Alex Karev would make an excellent peds doctor, he had a way with kids, an understanding, that only so many had. He carefully took a seat on the lift floor beside you, Riley's arms around his neck as his small head rested on his shoulder. You stared at the metal door in front of you and sighed, "they're locked, aren't they?" Alex only nodded his head in response.

It had been hours since you had been shot and you were all still trapped inside the lift. Riley had only wanted to go on a trip around the hospital. Your eyes fluttered, fighting, to stay open and you felt the goosebumps travel up your arms toward the back of your neck. You shivered. Karev noticed. You didn't. Alex's eyes widened as he took in your appearance; you were losing too much blood.

"Y/n." He said as he shook your shoulder, you only hummed in response, the makeshift gauze fell easily and he cursed lightly underneath his breath. He looked at your wound, still oozing blood. Those doors needed to open. Alex looked around the lift for signs of anything that could help, his heart beating so loud he could hear it. He gritted his teeth, he didn't want it to come to this.

"Riley," he started and the boy lifted his head from his shoulder, "I need you to do an important job for me, okay?" Alex nodded his head and Riley did the same. "I need you to hold this down," he showed him the cloth, "just like I'm doing, okay?" Riley was hesitant and so Alex guided his hands down and showed him how much pressure he needed. "Okay?"

"Okay," Riley replied and Alex leapt over to the doors. His shaky hands fumbled as they pushed against each of the buttons with a loud click. Alex paused to curse under his breath, hands on his hips before he smashed his fists against the metal door - at first in annoyance, but then over and over again with desperation. The sound echoed around the small box, ringing. His fists felt hot and his heart burned; he couldn't let you die in there.

"Doctor Alex!!" Riley screamed, barely audible over the banging. Alex's head whipped around to see Riley's tear-stained face, his hands still holding pressure, but your chest had stopped rising. He scrambled over to you and pressed an ear to your heart - nothing. He wrapped one hand over the other and pumped your chest rhythmically. "Is she dead?" Riley whispered.

"No! Not today, I won't let her," Alex huffed as he worked to start your heart again. After so many pumps he tilted your head back and forced air into your lungs before going back to the chest compressions. Beads of sweat collected at his hairline and his breathing fast enough to use up all of the oxygen within the lift. With one final breath he pushed an ear to your chest and let out a dramatic sigh of relief as he slumped into himself over you. "God damnit, Y/n." He quietly croaked out and the room fell into a heavy silence.

A deafening crack sounded from just outside the lift doors, only a few seconds after you had responded, and Alex sprinted to the doors and tried to pry open the doors with his fingertips.

"GSW to the right collarbone, resuscitated in the field!" Alex Karev shouted as he dragged your stretcher toward the row of ambulances. He watched as Webber ran to meet him. "Patient is Doctor Y/n Y/l/n and is unresponsive," he called out and Webber's face fell as he took in the new information. Nodding his head, Webber grabbed a hold of the stretcher and directed you to the correct bay.

Now, Callie and Arizona had been rescued a few hours before you had and they stood in silence - watching, waiting, worrying - blankets over their shoulders as they gripped each other's hand. There was so much going on it was hard to know if you were still in the building or if you had gotten out, to know if you were hurt or safe or if you were even still alive. They didn't want to think about that, it was a possibility that they just couldn't stomach.

However, when they saw Alex Karev marching with a stretcher, both of their hearts sunk to the pit of their stomach because a familiar figure lay unmoving on it. They turned to each other, blue eyes meeting brown mirroring the same questioning expression. The two of them strained to watch through the noise and crowd, but they heard your name, loud and clear, as if the words had tunneled its way toward them. Without a seconds hesitation, Callie and Arizona were running, weaving through the crowd to get to you.

By the time they had gotten there, your heart had stopped and Alex was, once again, resuscitating you. Arizona choked back a sob shaky hands covering her mouth as Callie wrapped a hand around her waist to keep her from moving any closer. Your shirt - Arizona's shirt - was covered in blood, your blood. You had blood on your face, your eyes closed and eyelashes touching your cheek as if you were sleeping. You looked almost peaceful if it wasn't for the way your body jolted with every compression.

"Oh my god, Y/n.." Arizona cried as she turned into Callie for comfort. Callie prayed for you to pull through in hushed whispered under her breath as tears brimmed her eyes.

"GET THEM OUT OF HERE," Alex shouted as he continued to pump into your chest, the motion tiring his arms, but he was not going to stop now not after he had gotten you out. Over his concentration he barely noticed Webber escorting the two worried doctors away.

Arizona's hand rubbed soothingly across Callie's knee as she nervously chewed on her nails; the two sitting in a heavy silence, weighted by their worry for you. After they had been dragged away, you had been transported to Seattle Pres for an emergency surgery. You were going to be fine, they told themselves through the silence. As the time ticked by they shared only a few words and a few soft smiles. They couldn't talk about you, even if they wanted to. Each of their throats constricting at just the thought of you and if they had been able to start, they most likely wouldn't have been able to finish: you were their whole world.

Callie stole a swig of water from her girlfriend's cup as she rested against her shoulder, her blonde hair hiding her stress-ridden face. Time had passed significantly which was evident from the dark night sky and still there was no news of you. That was until Callie's eyes landed on a familiar figure pushing through the glass double doors to the operating rooms. At Callie's suddenly stiffening figure, Arizona stirred awake and bolted upright to be met just in time with Alex Karev stopping before them.

"I-Is she-" Callie began and before she could finish he had nodded his head with a sigh of relief. Arizona bounded into his arms and pulled Callie into the embrace as she pressed a grateful kiss to his cheek.

"Can we go see her?"

Alex lead them to your room, your monitor beating rhythmically, healthily. "The anaesthesia's still wearing off, she should wake up soon," he mumbled as he slid open the door. Wordlessly, the two thanked him before walking over to your bedside. Callie wrapped a hand around one of your own as Arizona moved to gently smooth over your knotted hair and blinked back a tear. Seeing you in bed, like you were, had made it all too real. They could have lost you, she could have lost you.

You squeezed your eyes before attempting to open them and your fuzzy vision landed on the dark-haired figure beside you as you squeezed her hand in yours.

"Hey, heyy- Arizona she's awake." You instantly followed Callie's line of site and were met with a sad smile. You let out a groan as you shifted in the bed.

"Alex told us what you did," Arizona paused and watched as your face fell recalling what you had done, "that was so stupid of you- how do you feel?" Classic Arizona, always a soft scolding before being followed up by something sweet.

"Like I got shot," you deadpanned before a smirk grew on your face. Arizona only shook her head lightly in reply, a trace of amusement in her actions.

"If you weren't bed-bound I'd kill you right now, dumbass," Callie huffed, though her thumb was still rubbing softly over the skin of your hand. Your smirk was quick to turn in a grin as you let out a light chuckle.

"Ow- god, don't make me laugh," you warned whole-heartedly as you watched her roll her eyes.

"She doesn't mean that- she's just worried, we both were," Arizona responded and you felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach at her tone. You couldn't fathom the worry that they must have felt while you were in surgery and you felt guilt as the consequences of your actions. It wasn't just you anymore, you had two other, remarkable, people to take into consideration now that you were in a relationship.

"I love you both so, so much," you said earnestly and opened your arms for a hug.

"We love you too," they responded in unison and came together in your embrace. You really didn't deserve them sometimes and you were going to love them for as long as you possibly could.

@nothanksbye07

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cigarettesmokerstar · 4 months

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Sleepless nights༄☆🍓

Drabble! fluff!

Humbug! Alex Turner x reader!

Warnings: none

Summary: you end up having a sleepless night and Alex tries to stay up with you

The dark blue almost black, blanketed over the sky with only the moon and streetlamps lighting up the small city you and Alex lived in. The stars barely visible because of light pollution but a few still shined. You stood on the balcony of the nice apartment the two of you shared, zoning out. the building was old but the inside was quite modern, you and Alex still tried to keep the old aesthetic, with tall bookshelf’s leaning against the walls and antique furniture. Even though it wasn’t the old big Victorian style houses you two dreamed of ,it was still nice and as long as you had each other it was home.

You gasped when a pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist. Alex had a habit of doing this. He was a quiet walker and he knew you would be zoned out anyways.

“Babeh” his smoky voice rung in your ears “it’s almost 12”

“I know.” You sighed knowing he missed your warmth next to him.

“You alright, me love?” He rested his chin on your shoulder, his long grown out hair falling in different places on yours and his shoulder.

“Yes, just can’t sleep” you insisted.

“Alright.” He Said skeptical. “Would you like some tea?” he swayed his hips gently , something he did quite often.

“Sure” You turned around placing a kiss on the tip of his nose which you so dearly loved.

He scrunched his nose, making you giggle. His strong arms released from your body as he walked inside to go make the tea he previously mentioned, soon you followed walking into your home and plopping on the couch with your legs stretched out and pulling a fluffy blanket over your body as an act to stay warm. You picked up the book you were currently reading off of the coffee table opening to where you left your book mark.

You got lost in the story not noticing Alex walking over with two cups of tea,he placed them both of them on the coffee table then patted your leg as a sign to move them so he could sit on the couch, you snapped out of your book and scooted your legs back leaving room for him. He got under the big blanket you had draping over your legs.

“What’re you reading?” You looked over the top of your book

“Dead Poets Society.”

“Read it to me?” You smiled softly, you loved reading to Alex, most of the time he would put his head on your chest , wrap his arms around your waist while you played with his soft long hair.

You open your arms as a signal for him to come lay in them. he repositioned himself in order to lay down comfortably with you. You spread your legs back out leaving room for his, once the two of you were settled you began to softly read.

“Walk, gentlemen. Slow down," a teacher with a Scottish brogue called out. The forty members of the junior class hurried down the dormitory-”

You stopped when you heard soft muffled snores coming from Alex. You smiled at the sight of his sleeping face.

“Baby” You whispered and gently shook his shoulder

He stirred a bit and blinked his eyes open “Sorry im up”

“Go to bed my love” you insisted knowing he was sleepy from the day

“No no, I promise I’ll stay up” he raised his head and looked up at you with his doe like eyes which you couldn’t resist

“Fine but if you fall asleep again you have to go to bed okay?” You gave him a look of concern and worry.

“I promise” he mumbled before laying his head back down on your chest. You continued reading , picking up where you left off

“the dormitory stair-case while fifteen senior boys tried to crush their way up. “Yes, sir, Mr. McAllister," one of the juniors called back. "Sorry, sir." McAllister shook his head at the boys who dashed-“

Sure enough you heard gentle snores yet again you went to wake him up but didn’t have the heart to when you saw how peaceful he looked, so instead you placed your book down and wrapped your arms around him one of your hands still tangled in his hair.

“Goodnight my love” you whispered.

#alex turner #alex turner x reader #drabble

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amirasainz · 5 days

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Hello there. I love your work. I was wondering if you could write one where baby sainz is pregnant with charles and alexandra baby.

Oh my god. This was so hard to write. I hope I did an okay-ish job. My requests are always open! Enjoy reading! -XoXo

The Pregnancy

Amira’s heart raced as she stared at the positive pregnancy test. She was only 21, and her relationship with Alex and Charles was still in its early stages—just five months old. How could this be happening? Tears streamed down her face as she sat on the toilet seat, overwhelmed by the news.

Unaware of her distress, the apartment door swung open. “Dove, we’re back home!” Alex’s voice echoed through the hallway. She exchanged a puzzled glance with Charles when they received no response. Concerned, they called out to her again. “Jolie fille? Are you here?”

Then they heard it—the heartbreaking sniffles coming from the bathroom. Without hesitation, they rushed to the door. There, they found their beautiful Amira, tears staining her cheeks. “Oh my god, baby, what happened?” Alex and Charles approached her, their worry evident. They immediately ran to her, took her in their arms and whispers sweet nothings in french in her ear. "Tout va bien, mon amour" or "Je t'ai, bébé" was the things she heard. Sometimes Charles would even say "Niente può ferirti, amore mio".

Amira’s sobs subsided after what felt like an eternity. Charles cradled her face in his hands, gently wiping away her tears. “What’s wrong, bébé?” Alex asked once more. Instead of answering, Amira held up the positive test, her emotions laid bare.

She had mentally prepared herself for a difficult conversation—a potential breakup, perhaps. But what unfolded surprised her. Alex and Charles erupted in joy, hugging her tightly and peppering her cheeks with kisses. “Oh honey, you have no idea how happy you make us,” Alex exclaimed.

“You’re not mad at me?” Amira whispered, her voice trembling.

Charles grinned, leaning in to kiss her forehead. “Of course not, mon amour. After all, it takes three to make a baby.” His wink was playful, and Amira felt a rush of relief. She was no longer alone; she had her partners by her side. And in that moment, despite the unexpected circumstances, she felt a warmth that eclipsed any fear. What unfolded now was a nine moths journey.

Ah, the joys and challenges of pregnancy! Emotions running wild, cravings taking unexpected turns—Amira’s journey was far from ordinary. But nestled within those moments were the seeds of a beautiful story—a tale of love, anticipation, and shared dreams.

Charles and Alexandra, devoted partners, reveled in the miracle unfolding before them. Their princess, Amira, carried their future—a tiny life nestled within her. The princess treatment they bestowed upon her was more precious than any crown. They doted on her, their attentiveness unwavering.

Charles, ever the thoughtful one, brought home gifts—a tangible expression of his love for his three favorite people. Sometimes it was a soft blanket for cozy nights, a whimsical mobile for the nursery, or a book of bedtime stories to read aloud. Each gift held a promise: “We’re in this together.”

And Alex? Well, she took on a new role—the fashion curator for Amira. It was common knowledge that Amira Sainz was a stunning woman. But pregnancy transformed her—radiance multiplied a thousandfold. She floated through sunny days in pretty summer dresses, her baby bump a testament to life’s magic. Alex’s choices were impeccable, accentuating her glow. The two of them weren't able to look away from their pretty girl.

Their protectiveness knew no bounds. Amira wasn’t allowed to step out of a room without at least one of them by her side. Shared showers became intimate moments—her baby bump a delightful obstacle, yet they navigated it with care. The warmth of water, the closeness of skin—these were the memories etched into their hearts.

At night, they cocooned her. Alex half beneath her, Charles spooned against her back. Their hands rested on her belly, feeling the flutter of life within. They whispered promises to their unborn child, their love a lullaby. And if anyone dared approach their Amira, they wedged themselves between her and the world. No one touched their perfect girl without permission.

Amira’s pregnancy was a symphony of emotions, cravings, and shared laughter. She had the best of both worlds—the thrill of Formula 1 and the tenderness of love. As the days counted down, they dreamed of tiny fingers and sleepy smiles. And when the moment arrived—their baby’s first cry echoing through the room—they knew their lives had changed forever.

Three hearts beating as one—a family forged on racetracks and whispered promises. Amira, Charles, and Alex—their love story had just begun.

#formula 1 #baby!sainz!sister #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x alexandra saint mleux x reader #formula 1 x reader

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thenewausten · 2 months

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Quackity Imagine: You're losing me [Part 2]

Part 1: here!

Five months ago, Alex destroyed your heart. To be honest, he destroyed all of you when he said he didn't love you anymore. It still hurts, not like it hurted on the first day, but it still hurts.

You went to therapy, you met new people, went to parties, continued your life and it still hurted. Of course, it was five years of a very intense and great relationship, full of love, confidence and passion. A relationship you thought would last forever, but forever is a long time, and as everyone says, nothing last for so long. Everyone, all the people, and everything, all the things, the relationships, the bonds with your friends and even with your family... Everything comes to an end, time touches all the people and things you love with all of your heart, body and soul. No one is safe when it comes to it.

Sometimes, you wish you never met Alex, because the pain is very profound. You never thought you'd feel something like this in your life. Not because of Alex. It's like a 'fuckin grief when you wake up in the middle of the night and see he's not there with you.

It sucks that, when you lost him, you lost yourself. You don't know who you're, not anymore. You're trying to discover, to find yourself again, your strength and a reason to keep going.

You were learning to do, by yourself, what you loved to do with him. So, today, it's raining, but you want to take the coffee of your favourite Coffee Shop, you grab your umbrella, put on a coat and some boots to stay heated and put your headphones on, "Right were you left me" by Taylor Swift starting to play on it, making everything more powerful, melancholy and dramatic. Shit, this song hurts.

As soon as you arrive on the Coffee Shop, you close your umbrella and smiles to the attendant. "Y/N! Oh my God, hi!" She says to you with a smile on her face. "Hi! How are you?!" You approach her and smile. "I'm fine! And you?" She asks and you sigh before answering. "I'm... Living." You answer and she nods. "Alex told me what happened, I'm sorry."

"What? Does he still come here?!" You frown your eyebrows and Elena, the attendant, nods. "He does, almost everyday, to be honest." That's so weird, Alex always said he didn't like the coffee of here so much. "Don't make this face, it's obvious that he misses you." She says and you feel your heart ache. "But he was the one who broke up with me, Elena."

"He said it's the worst thing he ever did, dear." She says and you frown your eyebrows even more. "But..." God, only to hear about Alex you want to cry. Only to hear about the fact he misses you makes your heart almost stop beating.

"Sorry, I shouldn't say anything." Elena whispers as she sees your face. "No, it's.. It's okay." You say. "Can I have my favourite coffee, please?" You ask and she nods. "Sure."

"Here." Elena gives you your coffee after almost three minutes. "Look, Alex told me what happened the first time he appeared here, by himself. He said it was a mistake... He never stopped loving you. I'm only saying that to you because I believe it, you know? I believe that he still loves you. He's suffering so much because of what he did. I can tell you, Y/N... I saw true love two times in my life. With my parents relationship and with yours, on that table..." She points to the table you and Alex used to sit to drink your coffee. "True love is bigger than the time. There are things that, not even the time can touch. Only death, because it's the only thing we can't scape from." The black haired girl says and smiles to you. A single tear escapes from one of your eyes and she points to the coffee. "It's on the house."

You drank your coffee on the way back to your apartment, watching the people on the street as you hold your cry. You didn't want to seem crazy and start to sob in the middle of the avenue, so as soon as you locked the door of your house, you sat on the floor and started crying.

Alex was in pieces, the boy never hated his ownself more than he's hating now. He hates himself because of all the damage he caused on you, because of all the anger, the way he yelled at you, the way he made you cry, the way he lost you. Shit, he lost you.

To live without you is a torture, to not hold you in his arms, to not kiss your face and lips, to not hear your laugh, to not have you... Damn, how could he think he stopped loving you?! All the fear and anxiety about his own future made him lose the only person he couldn't lose. You. He just wanted you back. He just wanted to have a time machine sometimes, so he wouldn't fail with you.

The memories would destroy his heart, the way you both fell in love for each other, the way you both learned english, the way you moved together... The laughs, the nights, the dates. It comes to him in a glimpse in every thing he does. You're in every part of his life, even after five months. You'll always be.

Alex never thought he'd see you again in his life, but, a few weeks later, the boy discovers that he's wrong. Again. He sees you alone at a cozy pub, you were wearing his favourite sweater, he saw it one day and it made him think of you, so he just brought it to you. He didn't want to bother you, he didn't have courage to do it, but his body made his way to inside of the pub. You were reading a book, but the noise of the door made you look away from the pages. Made you look at him. Your ex boyfriend.

The book closes as he approaches you, and at the same time you get up from your chair. Every part of your body was tingling, your heart beating so fast on your chest and your stomach hurting with the feeling of seeing him after all this time. Alex felt the same, but the guilty was consuming him from the inside to the outside. The pain on your both eyes made everything clear for the both of you. Pain only comes when there's love in the middle of something, and the love you both felt for each other was there. It was never gone. It could never go away. Elena was right. Time couldn't erase true love, only death, but maybe, not even death.

"I didn't know I'd see you again." Alex says as he approaches your table, his voice is a mess, already trembling with emotion. "I didn't know I'd see you again either." You whisper. "How are you?" You ask. "I... I'm not happy. To be honest, I'm very miserable." You can see it by his dark circles in his eyes. Still handsome. Still broke your heart in pieces. "You?"

"I'm not that good, you know?! You destroyed my heart." He looks away and sighs, there's only sadness in his face. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I shouldn't have done what I did, I didn't understand back then, but now I do." All the anger on his voice is gone, the only thing you hear is regret. "I thought I stopped loving you, but I was paralysed by the fear, by the anxiety, by my 'fuckin work." He says. "I'd never stop loving you."

"What do you want me to do, Alex?!" Tears wet your cheeks as you ask the boy in front of you. "You don't need to do anything if you don't want to, Y/N. I'm here to say to you that I dream about you almost everyday, I don't even like the coffee of your favourite Coffee Shop but I'm going there almost everyday so I can remember all of our good moments on the table we'd sit. Every damn thing I do makes me think of you, when I lay on my bed to sleep I think about you, when I cook I think about you. You're in every part of my life. You're in everywhere, Y/N. I don't want you to do anything, but... Jesus, how I wanted to have you back." Alex wipes away his tears. At this point, you didn't even know what to say. "You probably don't want me back, I understand it, but I just wanted you to know that I made the worst mistake of my life, that I'd change my actions if I could go back in time, that I'd... Shit, I can't." The boy covered his face with his both hands as he starts to cry in front of you. "I wish I'd still have the chance to buy our house, to marry you and have children with you, Y/N."

Damn, the last phrase almost killed you. The boy making your heart in pieces again, but in a different way now. You approach him as he starts to sob uncontrollably, just like you did in front of him when he broke up with you. Your hand on his back as you comfort him, Alex can't help but hug you by the waist, crying on your mustard yellow sweater that he loved so much. Just like he loved you.

"Alex, it's okay." You whisper as he hugs you tighter. "Let's take a sit, c'mon." You tried to control your voice and your own feelings because of Alex. In almost one year of friendship and five years of relationship you never saw him like this. You sit the boy on the chair beside yours. "Do you want me to grab you some water?" You ask him. "No, I'm fine." He tries to breathe. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay." You whisper and wipe your own tears. "No, I mean... Can you at least forgive me for what I did to you?!"

"Of course, 'Lex. I forgive you." You say to him and he nods, looking at your sweater. "You know, it's not easy some days. I never wanted our relationship to end." You start, looking to your own sweater. "I couldn't totally move on, not yet. I don't know if I can do it, you know?! If one day I'll wake up and won't love you anymore. It feels like a part of my heart will always love you." Alex doesn't say anything as more tears wet his cheeks. "I can't ask you to try again because I feel like I don't deserve you." He says, the sadness in his voice is so deep you might cut it with a knife. "Of course you do, Alex. You made a mistake, but you always treated me so good. That's one of the reasons why I wanted to marry you. You'd treat our children as good as you treated me."

"I would." He whispers and you hold his hand. "I need to find myself again, Alex, and you need to forgive your ownself. There's no way to try again right now." You say. "You broke me, I betrayed myself so many times just so I could have you and I want to be sure that I'm better. That you're better, you know?! I can't do it again right now. There's so many things to fix between us, I don't want to have fights like the ones we used to have in our last months together." He nods.

"We won't, I can promise you that, Y/N." He says and you nod. "But I understand, and I... We have so much to talk, I have so much to say to you." He whispers and approaches you. "I love you so much, Y/N." The boy looks at your eyes as he says it. "I love you too, Alex." You hug him as you whisper.

"I promise you, I won't lose you this time, mi vida. I won't lose you ever again." He says into your ear and you smile.

"I know you won't, 'Lex."

Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the writing! :)

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Lena presses her hip into the side of the sink and crosses her arms. The bathroom is sticky and humid; her hair is beginning to curl outwards and she has been listening to Sam ramble on about her date for nearly twenty minutes as she wastes all of her hot water.

“So, what's her name?” Lena asks as she turns and raises her hand, drawing little hearts into the foggy glass over the bathroom sink, “You’ve told me every other sordid detail. Things I won't be able to erase from my mind without some advancement in technology or a bullet.”

She can hear Sam hum from behind the frosted glass of the stall, “Alex,” she says stretching the two syllables of her name. It sounds disgustingly like she is waking up in the warm, early light of morning, easing herself out of a beautiful dream.

Gross.

“We didn’t even make it past drinks,” Sam says, “It’s like we both just felt this pull. And the next thing I know I’m on the back of her motorcycle, and we are heading back to her place.”

Lena shifts her weight when she hears the water turn off, and reaches for the towel hanging on the hook behind the door as Sam cracks open the shower door and sticks out a wet hand. She hands her friend the towel and leans back against the bathroom sink.

“It was..” Sam starts as she pushes open the shower door and steps out, towel wrapped securely around her, “I’ve never felt that kind of connection with someone. It was just...” she trails off as she comes up beside Lena and swipes her hand through the condensation on the mirror and breaks a few dozen little hearts, “amazing.”

Lena turns and catches her friend's gaze in the mirror reflecting back at her, and Sam looks absolutely smitten; kind of dumbstruck and glowing and not a thought behind those dark eyes beyond Alex.

Lena can’t help but to roll her eyes a little.

“I’m happy you got laid.”

Sam shakes her head as she reaches for her toothbrush, “It wasn’t just that. We made love.”

Lena can barely hold back the snort in the back of her throat at that and Sam bumps her shoulder into hers, “I’m serious. It felt like she was touching my soul. Jesus, is this what it feels like to be you?”

Lena picks up her toothbrush and actually scoffs at that, “I’ve seen you come back from multiple one night stands, giddy from the dopamine rush of multiple orgasms and ready to peel the paint off the walls from the lack of them.”

Sam squirts a glob of toothpaste onto her own toothbrush and turns on the water, “Yeah, and this wasn’t that. I mean, the orgasms were. They were...” Sam shakes her head as she sticks her toothbrush into her mouth, “earth shattering. I feel bad for her neighbors.”

Okay, Lena gets that. She still can’t look the Saturday night cleaning crew in the eye a week later after her first encounter with Kara.

“Can you get off the fact that I’m some soggy, touch-starved bottom looking for love from any girl that passes her on the street? Because I’m not,” Lena states, shoving her own toothbrush into her mouth.

“Can you get off any other way? Because you can’t,” Sam shoots back.

“Just because I want a connection and affirmation in my relationships doesn’t mea-”

“Affirmations? Is that what we’re calling it now?” Sam says out of the side of her mouth before dipping her head and spitting, “A praise kink by any other name...” she trails off.

“Be a good girl and step out so I can change,” Sam purrs into the bristly head of her toothbrush and Lena’s face screws up into a sour expression.

“Ugh, ew. Shut up.”

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Sam smirks and Lena finishes brushing her teeth in silence, and only reluctantly lets her friend join her in her bedroom for a sleepover when Sam returns from changing, hovering in the bathroom doorway with a pouting lip, arms outstretched, making grabby hands and spouting apologies.

“I know family is an icky word to you, but you’re like a sister. I only give you a hard time because I love you,” Sam says, throwing back a corner of the blankets as she settles into the bed beside Lena. She pushes into her side, and loops her arm through Lena’s as she rests her head on her shoulder.

“I have a date tomorrow, but I want you to third wheel it with me and meet Alex.”

Lena rolls her eyes, “That is going to make it so weird.”

Sam shakes her head, “I want my sister to meet my future wife.”

“Oh my god,” Lena groans as she reaches out and shuts off the light on her bedside table, “Your future wife?”

“Mhm,” Sam hums sleepily in the dark, “and you’re going to be my maid of honor and I’m going to have her babies and Ruby is going to be a big sister. I planned it all out on my Uber ride here.”

Lena smiles at that; the idea of a beaming Sam at the altar, beautiful in white with big, shiny eyes staring at her wife. She doesn’t expect the little pinch of jealousy in her chest as Sam sinks down in the bed, pulling Lena along with her as she stretches out.

“It’s an art gallery thingy tomorrow, so wear that green dress. It makes your ass look great,” Sam says quietly, and as if reading Lena’s mind adds, “maybe you’ll meet your future wife. Then we can double date and double marry and have babies and raise our tiny humans together.”

Lena closes her eyes and tries not to hope.

Obsidian North.

Lena swears she’s seen it before. Perhaps in one of the hundred grant proposals that cross her desk every quarter, but she honestly doesn’t know, or frankly, care. This is decidedly not an art gallery thing, and Lena fights back the urge to grind her teeth at the audacious asshole gallery that she has walked into instead. Sam is a ball of anxious energy beside her, tugging Lena none so gently across the room, in between throngs of celebrity faces and tech moguls. She catches a glimpse of Elon out of the corner of her eye talking to a very uninterested Dwayne Johnson and Lena vaguely wonders if the steep drop of Tesla stock over the past few days is the cause for his neck brace rather than the CatCo fiasco the previous week.

Whatever the case is, Lena is happy to buy up all the tickets to this asshole’s downfall and is content to sit back and watch him burn through forty-four billion dollars for a bird app that won’t stop crashing while his trash lithium battery empire goes up in flames like one of his Model 3’s.

But then Sam comes to an abrupt stop, which sends Lena nearly crashing into her side.

“There she is,” Sam says in that stupid, dreamy tone from the night before, and Lena scans the room before her eyes settle on a redhead at the bar.

And, shit, Lena may not know the name of the company she walked into, but she does at least remember the stoic redhead that crashed the CatCo dinner last weekend and spent ten minutes arguing with a flustered Cat Grant in the center of an active crime scene.

Lena clears her throat and nods her head towards the bar, “Then go get your girl.”

Sam smiles at that and glances in Lena’s direction, “That’s my girl,” she says with a bubble of excitement, “Okay, yeah,” Sam dips her head and flattens her hands down her dress, ironing out imaginary winkles.

“How do I look?”

“Disgustingly in love.” Lena quips, and pushes her friend playfully in the shoulder, “Go. I’ll order a drink down at the bar and then casually meet you in five minu-..” but Sam is already gone, slipping into the crowd towards the bar when Lena hears her name float up from behind her.

“Lena?”

A breath constricts in the center of her chest, and Lena tries to convince herself that maybe she is just hearing things in between the drone of conversations happening around her, but then she feels a hand on her shoulder and hears her name again, a little more confident sounding this time and with an accent she hasn’t heard hang on to it in years.

“Lena, oh my god. That is you!”

And then suddenly Lena is spinning on her heels against her will towards a voice and Andrea is there, eyes wide and smile beaming like she didn’t drag Lena and her heart over a trail of open coals years ago. No, she’s looking at Lena in some sort of soft adoration that settles under her skin in all the wrong ways.

Lena opens her mouth and blinks dumbly a few times and somewhere in the foggy shock of her mind she is vaguely aware she is gawking.

“I know,” Andrea says casually, flipping her hands, “it’s been years. Goddamn, you look amazing,” her eyes flickering up and down Lena’s body, “was that Sam I saw with you?”

Finally, Lena’s brain jump starts and she nods dumbly, “Uh, yea-” she chuckles incredulously, “I’m sorry, what are you doing here?”

Andrea narrows her eyes before glancing over her shoulder towards the gold plated words in the lobby.

“This is my company. Tonight is the unveiling of our new VR product. I sent you an invite a few months ago, didn’t you get it?”

(She did; she had just given Jess strict instructions to forward any Rojas mail directly to National City landfill.)

Lena arches an eyebrow and enunciates the word as slowly as she can, “No.”

Andrea gives a stiff nod at the answer and glances down. “Of course. I should have expected as much. But you’re here now, so that’s something. I’d love to talk to you about Obsidian North Platniu-”

Lena raises her hand, effectively stopping the woman in front of her, “Andrea, frankly I don’t care. Had I known what this was, or who was holding it, I can assure you I would not have come. Don’t mistake this as an olive branch, because it isn’t.”

Yes. Lena inwardly gives herself a celebratory high five. She’s not falling for deep, brown honey eyes and a sexy accent. No, not this time.

Andrea swallows hard, “Right. I understand. It’s just-” she trails off, “Looking at you, I’m reminded of all the horrible things I’ve done. But the years have been kind, let me make it up to you.”

“Funny,” Lena says, snagging a wine glass from a server's tray as they pass by, “every time I look at you all I remember is pain.”

“We had good times,” Andrea says sweetly, dropping her voice as she takes a step into Lena’s space, causing her to roll her eyes as she takes a sip of lukewarm Chardonnay, “Come to dinner with me.”

Lena drops the glass from her lips as Andrea takes another step closer; dangerously close, and brings her hand up, lightly gripping Lena’s elbow, “Just dinner.”

( Oh , the audacity of this woman after trying to siphon tens of millions out of Lena all while under the guise of a whirlwind romance. Fuck her and her fucking fuckton of nerve.)

Goosebumps prick up along Lena’s arm (decidedly not the good kind), and she takes a step back, nearly colliding with a solid form that has suddenly appeared behind her. The glass in her hand jostles, but a warm, steady presence is there, cradling her arm in one hand and resting a hand on her hip with the other.

“Hey, babe. There you are,” Kara says sweetly, dipping her head and pressing a kiss to Lena’s cheek, “ Play along,” she whispers discreetly as she pulls away.

Right. Yeah. Lena can play along because what else is she going to do? This is absolutely her life right now.

The sly smirk pulling at Andrea’s lips suddenly falters before anchoring down in a straight line, “ Oh,”

Lena turns her head and is met with a confident smile from Kara, who looks not only pleased with herself for the sudden interruption, but whose eyes are unabashedly focused on Lena as though she is the only person in the room, and Lena feels like she might fall into those pools of dark blue and be devoured.

And god, what a way to go.

“I was just at the bar getting our drinks,” Kara says before turning her focus to Andrea and extending her hand, “I’m Kara, the girlfriend.”

(Those goosebumps are back, and are decidedly the good kind this time around.)

“Andrea Rojas,” she says, taking Kara’s hand in a weak shake that somehow only involves the tips of her fingers.

(Lena is impressed at the cordial display of only minimal bitchiness on Andrea’s behalf.)

“ The woman of the hour,” Kara quips, “I’d love to get an exclusive if you have some time. I work with CatCo and Ms. Grant loves a good story with a woman in charge,” Kara says, dropping her hand from Lena’s arm and slipping it into her pants pocket, “I’ve got a business card here if you just gimme a seco-”

Andrea waves off Kara’s effort, “That won’t be necessary,” she says, suddenly becoming interested in the watch on her wrist, “Right now I have a speech to make, so if you’ll excuse me.”

Kara keeps her hand snuggly in her pocket, and slips her arm a little more securely around Lena’s waist, pulling her close, “Right, of course.”

Lena doesn’t think she’s ever seen Andrea retreat so quickly (or her ego bruised so badly.) She slinks her way through the crowd, bumping into bodies before finally getting pushed up against an eager Elon who is balancing three small plates of appetizers in his hands. He mumbles something through a mouthful of cocktail shrimp before Andrea lets go of a frustrated yowl, smacking the plates out of his hand and causing the room to grow quiet as a sea of celebrity heads turn.

Andrea storms off, and Elon just stands there, stunned, confused and forever stupid. Benign chatter starts back up and Lena can’t help but laugh. She turns into Kara’s side, resting her head momentarily against her shoulder before looking up. Kara’s eyes are crinkled at the corners behind dark frames as she laughs along with Lena, and god, she loves this woman.

(And it’s just that fucking simple , isn’t it? And so what if it’s only been a week? Time constraints be damned. Kara has bloomed in the walls of Lena's heart and she honestly couldn’t root her out if she tried.)

“Where did you come from?” Lena asks and Kara hums.

“Super hearing,” she says, bringing her hand up and tapping her ear, “and it sounded like you were having a terrible time.”

Understatement of the year.

“I’m having a much better time now, so thank you.” Lena says so dumbly that she can't believe those cheesy words somehow tumble out of her mouth.

“Yeah?” Kara asks, turning fully towards Lena and dips her head, bringing her lips dangerously close to Lena’s, “so am I.”

Kiss me, kiss me skips and repeats in Lena’s head and she can feel the warm puffs of air against her lips and Lena is damn near ready to plead because she really really deserves this after being dragged by her best friend to what is most likely some grift job by her ex-girlfriend and Lena just wants to maybe be held in strong, warm arms and watch Is It Cake? with a possibly, maybe future girlfriend who somehow keeps showing up at the most opportune times in her life.

(So, please god, if you’re listening, Lena Luthor deserves a kiss.)

“But really, where did you come from?” Lena breathes out as Kara’s nose brushes against her own softly, “Or are you eavesdropping on me for any awkward interactions with my exes?”

Kara chuckles at that before pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Lena’s mouth, “Once upon a time from beyond the stars, but now I’m from here and there,” Kara says, turning her head and motioning towards the bar, “I was getting a drink and overheard you. I hope I didn’t impose, unless-”

Kara’s expression suddenly shifts, serious and concerned, “You wanted to go to dinner with your very evil ex-girlfriend?”

Lena snorts and rolls her eyes and pushes a hand playfully into the blonde's shoulder, “You’re insufferable,” she huffs, “and no, I would rather not. But with you, I’d consider it.”

She doesn’t mean to bring up the idea of a date; it just sorta slips out and Lena fears she has made a grave miscalculation. What if this is just a fling? What if this is just a bit of fun for Kara and-

“I’d love that.” Kara cuts right through Lena’s self sabotaging brain, bringing it to a merciful, sputtering stop.

“You promise your phone will be charged if I give you a call to make plans or-” Kara starts in with a bright smile.

“Oh, ha ha ,” Lena deadpans, “literal genius can’t keep her phone charged.”

Kara shrugs and takes a step back as she offers her hand to Lena, “It’s like, the number one rule of phone sex,”

Lena tsks and rolls her eyes playfully as Kara begins to lead them back towards the bar. Jeff Bezos gives a weak wave before slinking away into the crowd behind a stiff talking Zuckerberg. When they pull up beside the bar, Lena can see Sam’s head thrown back in laughter a few people down.

“Scotch neat,” Kara says, raising a finger towards the bartender as she leans against the edge of the bar, and honestly, Lena isn’t sure how she looks this good in a simple checkered navy button up and forest green slacks. Maybe it’s because the fabric strains just enough against her arms, accentuating the muscles there, or because one button is undone just right, leaving just enough of the strong line of her neck exposed, but Lena is a little flushed and it isn’t from the glass of wine that nearly fell out of her hands. Her body is a traitor along with her heart.

“Do you really work for Cat Grant?” Lena asks as the bartender slides a glass of amber liquid in front of her.

Kara hums and nods her head, “Yeah. I used to be her assistant, but now she is throwing me some writing job crumbs here and there in between fetching her lattes.”

Lena brings the glass to her lips, sipping in the smooth, peaty drink, “And Obsidian North is one of those crumbs?”

Kara dips her head and chuckles before straightening and turning towards Lena, “Yeah, but I’m not sure I’m going to score that interview now.”

“I can put in a good word for you,” Lena offers sweetly.

“Even if it means going to dinner with your evil ex?” Kara counters, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.

Lena stalls, narrowing her eyes in faux consideration, “Yes, even if it means going to dinner with my evil ex, but how about I do you one better? I’ll give you an exclusive,”

Kara’s look suddenly shifts, taken aback and unsure, “I couldn’t ask you for that.”

“You’re not asking, I’m offering.” Lena replies with a soft smile, one that Kara reflects back at her.

“You’re too good to me,” Kara says, her voice dropping as she takes a step closer, “How can I repay you?”

And oh , that warm feeling; it’s kicked up and simmering just under Lena’s skin now, so she may as well lay it all out on the line.

“You could start by finding us a quiet place for that exclusive,” Lena says, tilting her head with a sly smile, eyes flickering across the blonde's face.

“Mhm, and then?” Kara asks as she raises her hand and trails the tips of her fingers up Lena’s forearm and honestly, Lena is determined to give this woman anything she asks for; an exclusive, her soul, her first born child, their initials etched in the center of a heart on the surface of the moon with a precision laser.

Whatever, all she needs to do is ask.

“Lena! There you are!” Sam shouts, her arms raised with one hand firmly clasped in the hand of the woman she is pulling beside her through the crowd. She bumps into Kara as she comes to a stop and gives her a quick once over before mouthing “she’s hot” in Lena’s direction.

“This is Alex. Alex, this is my best friend, Lena,” she says in a rushed breath.

Alex extends her hand, which Lena takes in a stiff handshake. The red head's face is unreadable and an icy feeling begins to take root in Lena’s stomach as she finally motions towards Kara, “I see you’ve met my sister.”

Lena’s eyes widen at that, “I have, yes,” she says, turning her head towards Kara who is suddenly interested in adjusting her glasses, her own eyes wide behind them.

An uneasy heaviness settles in the air, and Sam’s eyes dart between Lena and Kara and then cut towards Alex.

“Wait. What is happening here?” Sam finally breaks the silence.

“I think Alex may already know who I am,” Lena wagers, “which means that you probably already know that I know who Kara is.”

“Also,” Kara cuts in, “you ditched me on sister night.”

(Lena isn’t sure how that is relevant, but yeah, rude.)

Alex rolls her eyes as Sam throws her hands up, “Hold on. How does Alex know you? Who is Kara? Do I even know anyone in this situation?”

“Kara is my sister, and she is here for work,” Alex flips an annoyed hand between her sister and then towards Lena “and she’s a Luthor, how could I not know who she is? Caused a bit of a fiasco at the CatCo dinner,” she finally says with a resentful tone, and okay that’s fair, but Lena isn’t Lillian and she sure as hell isn’t Lex. She’s not playing special forces with Cadmus or running a literal Legion of Doom.

“In all fairness, her mother caused a ‘ bit of a fiasco at the CatCo dinner .’ You have the wrong Luthor in your crosshairs,” Sam cuts in with a firm tone.

“Do I?” Alex says, narrowing her eyes with a tilt of her head.

“Lena isn’t her brother,” Kara says with an edge of steel to her voice, “I’m a pretty good judge of character, and she is nothing like him. Or her mother. She isn’t cold or dangerous. She is too good and too smart to follow their path. Have you seen the things she has done for this city? Hell, the world? She is a hero in her own right.”

Lena turns her head slowly to find Kara staring down her sister, and god , who is this knight in a plaid shirt who thinks a pair of glasses is an adequate disguise? She is literally swooning and wants to kiss this idiotic beautiful beefcake.

And Sam, sweet, beautiful, befuddled Sam moves around from beside her date and pushes into Lena’s side, “What is happening?” she whispers, her eyes darting between the blonde and redhead who have entered into a deadly stare down, “because if she keeps this up, she might be my future ex-wife,”

Lena bites her lip and shrugs, rooted in her spot by the icy realization that things may get very ugly, very quickly.

And fuck, why can’t Lena’s life just be normal?

“God, you do this all the time, Kara,” Alex finally erupts in a petulant tone.

Kara huffs and rolls her eyes, “I do not.”

“Okay, fine,” Alex says, setting her hands on her hips and tapping a foot, “Lucy.”

“She was already working with the DEO an-”

“Mon-El.”

“Okay, he was an alien too an-”

“James.”

“Clark had already told him!” Kara exclaims, throwing her hands up.

Lena blinks, doing some quick math in her head, because she only knows one Clark, and if Kara is a reporter, and Clark is a reporter and, “I’m sorry, Clark? As in Clark Kent?”

Somehow both sisters snap yes and no in unison at each other and Lena’s world flips a hundred and eighty degrees when Kara adds, “He’s my cousin.”

OH.

Alex’s hands shoot up to her face, her fingernails leaving angry, red marks and she drags her fingers down, pulling at her cheeks and exposing the whites of her eyes as she lets out a frustrated whine.

Sam’s eyes light up, a suddenly epiphany washing over her as she turns towards Lena, “ Oh , she’s National City’s sweetheart that you fucked in your office.”

“How fucking astute,” Lena grits between her teeth.

“How are you such an idiot?” Alex mumbles under her breath and Kara’s mouth drops open in offense.

“I was in the science guild. I am a genius.”

“Yeah, but on this planet you are a pimple of the ass of stupidity,” Alex snaps as she brings her head down and focuses on her sister with a deathly glare. “Come here,” she says curtly and grabs Kara by the elbow, attempting to lead her out of the room and towards the hallway, but Kara pulls away abruptly.

“No, I’m here for work,” she says glancing towards Lena, “and right now I have an exclusive with Miss Luthor,”

And gulp , hearing her name drip with the formality from Kara’s lips does something to Lena, causing the feeling to settle low in her hips with a distinctive throb of want.

So when Kara pushes away from the bar, and sends her shoulder defiantly into her sister’s as walks by, Lena follows like a thread, reaching out blindly for Kara’s hand as they exit into a side hall, free from the judging looks from Alex (and complete bewilderment from Sam) where they are alone.

“I’m sorry about that,” Kara starts as she turns towards Lena, “she can be an assho-” but Lena won’t, hell , can’t let her finish, because she is already surging forward, lips crashing into Kara’s as she backs her into the far wall of the dim hallway. And okay, yes, Sam was right; call it what you want: affirmation, praise, whatever. This woman has come to Lena’s defense more than most people have in her lifetime in the span of a week, and Lena has melted under the warm, ever-radiating light that is simply Kara.

Lena’s tongue pushes past Kara’s lips and whatever disorientation she may have had by Lena’s bold move is quickly righted when Kara snakes her arm around her waist as her other hand slides roughly over her hip and squeezes her ass.

“Take me somewhere,” Lena husks as she breaks off the kiss, turning slightly in Kara’s arms and pressing her forehead to Kara’s temple. Kara nods as she raises her hand and pulls her glasses down the bridge of nose, surveying their surroundings quickly before jutting her chin down the corridor.

“There’s an empty conference room at the end of the hall,” Kara says in a breathy rush as she turns her head in towards Lena and brushes her nose along her own.

“Then take me,” Lena demands quietly, her hands turning into the fabric of Kara’s collar as she tugs the blonde along after her down the hall, and it is Kara’s turn to follow, dark eyes focused on Lena as she walks backwards towards the door, a hungry smile spreading across her lips. Lena can feel the cool, heavy wood against her back, and she looks over Kara’s shoulder as the blonde reaches out, pressing down the handle to see Sam peeking her head into the hall and giving two very enthusiastic thumbs up as they stumble through the threshold. Kara kicks the door behind them and it shuts with a thunderclap. Her hands are everywhere; on Lena’s hips, in her hair and cupping her face in a fevered kiss that is all lips, tongue and teeth as she backs her into the edge of the conference table in the center of the room.

“I know you said you like slow,” Lena says between kisses, her voice jumping up an octave when Kara’s hands move over her ass and underneath her thighs, hoisting her on to the edge of the table, “but-”

“I can do fast.”

That is the only reply that Lena needs as she wraps her legs around Kara’s lithe waist, her pointed heels digging into the back of strong thighs as she lowers her hands to Kara’s belt buckle. Kara’s mouth drops from her own, focusing instead on the underside of her jaw and Lena can feel the moan that reverberates against her throat when she tugs roughly, sending Kara’s hips forward between her own legs, giving the briefest moment of delicious friction as her hands move to the button and zipper of Kara’s slacks.

And for a moment Lena’s higher brain function returns from between her legs and she raises her hands, gently cupping Kara’s face and leveling her gaze with her own, and she looks as wrecked as Lena’s feels, and maybe now of all times isn’t the time to bring it up, but

“I’m sorry if I made you cross a line earlier with your sister,” Lena confesses quietly, “that wasn’t my intention.”

But Kara is already shaking her head, “ God , no. Not at all. She is a colossal pain in my ass, but I meant what I said and honestly,” Kara drops her head minutely, pressing their foreheads together, keeping her eyes locked with Lena’s and she lets go of a shaky breath, “I don’t think there is a line I wouldn’t cross for you,” she confesses quietly.

It sounds a little bit dangerous, and a lot like love, and Lena’s doesn’t have any words left, so she raises her head, bringing her lips to Kara’s in a soft kiss that grows, open mouthed, wet and hot as she drops her hands, pulling Kara’s shirt free from her slacks and sneaks her hands underneath. She runs blunt fingernails over the muscular plane of the blonde's stomach, swallowing the beautiful sounds that Kara makes in her mouth.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” Kara whispers, raising her hand and capturing Lena’s wrist lightly and guiding her hand slowly down, “how wet you make me,” and Lena readjusts, turning her hand downward as Kara pushes them past the waistband of her underwear together and she feels Kara for the first time.

And fuck, she feels good; slick and warm and Lena becomes singularly focused on making this woman feel as good as she can. Kara’s hand leaves hers and comes up, tangling into her hair, tugging lightly as Lena’s presses finger to her clit and circles before dipping lower and pressing into her entrance, causing Kara’s hips to twitch forward and sending her lips crashing back into her own. Lena drags her finger up slowly before adding another, focusing on tight circles around Kara’s clit. The hand in her hair tightens, and somewhere through the heady fog in Lena’s mind, she swears she hears the sound of fingernails digging into the table, splintering the wood as Kara presses the flats of her teeth against Lena’s lips, her breathing quick and uneven and altogether unraveling under Lena’s touch.

God, it’s intoxicating.

The hand Lena has underneath the blonde’s shirt wanders, brushing the underside of her bra-clad breast before palming it completely. She rolls a stiff nipple between her thumb and finger over the fabric, causing Kara’s hips to buck as she presses her hand more firmly into the table (and yep , that is a twenty thousand mahogany conference table splintering beneath them and Lena could absolutely not care less.)

Kara’s hips begin to roll in tandem with each pass of Lena’s fingers, and she can tell she is close. She slips her hand from underneath Kara’s shirt and over her shoulder, her fingers pressing into the back of her neck as she pulls her close, her lips ghosting over Kara’s, mingling their warm breaths.

“Come for me,” Lena requests gently, and Kara’s head jerks back for a moment and she can see the unabashed bliss on her face as her eyes screw shut and she drops her head to Lena’s shoulder.

“ “ŕħåņ jû şħēđ,” Kara breaths in, turning her head and pressing her lips the side of Lena’s neck, breath hot and ragged as her body stiffens,“ čhåṽɨẳ ớṣh řŕıp”

And Lena can almost feel the words race under her skin as Kara comes hard against her fingers, her hips jerking unevenly with her release as her hand slides from her hair and down her back and around her waist, fingers digging in her hip enough to bruise.

( Jesus fuck , this woman could crack her back like a glowstick and Lena would honestly probably thank her.)

Lena begins to slow her mistrations, easing Kara through the aftershocks of her orgasm and feels the blonde release a shuddering breath against her neck, causing goosebumps to prick up along Lena’s skin. Languid kisses move from her neck to underneath her ear, across the high curve of her cheekbone, to the corner of her mouth and then her lips. Kara lets go of a dreamy sigh, and the hand at her hip slips around her waist, pulling Lena somehow impossibly closer and not close enough.

“Was that my exclusive?” Kara asks a little dazedly, “because if so, I have no notes. Ten’s across the board.”

Lena chuckles, extracting her hand and bringing it up between them and over Kara’s shoulder, interlocking slick fingers as her hands hang loosely just behind her head. Kara presses a chaste kiss to her lips and leans back just enough, and Lena decides that this is her favorite sight so far; Kara, dreamy and soft around the edges with a smile that Lena feels is reserved just for her.

It makes her heart ache in her chest just a little in the best way and Lena doesn’t mind the beat of silence that follows. She doesn’t mind how Kara’s eyes watch her or how she feels completely unguarded.

She doesn’t mind at all because it is the best she has felt.

The most loved she has felt and all the self sabotaging and self deprecating thoughts swirling in her head have fallen uncharacteristically quiet, because maybe, maybe, Kara feels the same.

“Can I ask you a question?” and Kara hums her assent as Lena twirls an errant curl around her finger that has loosened from her ponytail.

“Anything,”

“What did you say? It’s Kryptonian, I assume. But you said the same thing the other night on the phone, and I was just wondering-” Lena trails off before her nerves get the better of her and she starts on a tangent that she can’t stop (and will likely end in a love confession word salad on her end, and yikes, reel in in, Luthor .)

“Oh,” Kara breathes out as she straightens in Lena’s arms, “yeah, it’s a Kryptonian saying, but kinda gets lost in translation. I guess the easiest way to say it would be-”

Then there’s a knock at the door. Because of fucking course there is.

“Kara, open the door,” Alex’s muffled voice comes from the other side, “we have, uh, there’s a problem,”

Kara squeezes her eyes shut as she steps back from Lena’s embrace. Her hands move to her slacks as she unceremoniously begins tucking her shirt back in. Lena slides gracefully from the table and offers some reprieve, hoping to quell Kara’s embarrassment as she helps slip her belt back through her buckle.

“Yeah, gimme a second. Just finishing up.”

“Ugh, gross,” is Alex's only response.

Kara flashes a quick smile as she adjusts her glasses before pressing a quick kiss to Lena’s lips, “One second. I promise,”

“Go,” Lena says with a chuckle, pushing a hand into Kara’s shoulder, “it’s fine,”

Kara turns on her heels and is across the room in a few steps, “Yeah, here I am,” she says as she opens the door to a disapproving frown from her sister.

“I don’t want to know,” Alex relents, raising a hand as her eyes focus on Lena for a brief moment over her sister’s shoulder, “just come here,” she says, grabbing Kara by the wrist and pulling her into the hallway.

She can overhear the sisters arguing; expletives and insults are being thrown, along with what Lena can only assume is Kryptonian.

“What the actual fuck, Kara? You can’t just go around outing yourself as Supergirl at anyone who bats their eyes and flashes a pretty smile at you,” Alex hisses.

“Rao, not this again. I can tell whoever I want! Plus, when do you suddenly care so much about my love life!?”

“When you are literally sleeping with the enemy.”

“Don’t do that,” Kara counters.

“She’s a Luthor.”

“And? She’s not our enemy. Lex is. Lillian is. Lena isn’t. She has never done anything to show me otherwise. I know that disillusioned feeling that comes from your family and the long shadow it can cast. Please believe when I tell you that she isn’t bad. She isn’t the villain you’re trying to make her out to be.”

“ ăøę, you are not that naive,” Alex says in a hushed, petulant tone.

“You’re right. I’m not.”

“So how can you not see how bad of an ide-?”

“Because ķħặħp žhẫớ žħěđ , Alex!”

The beat of silence that follows feels downright sinister, and suddenly that clawing, icy fear that has been lying dormant breaks loose, wedging itselfs in between Lena’s ribs. She wrings her hands together nervously, the room suddenly feeling much smaller than it was; no longer a haven for sweet kisses and quiet confessions. Lena feels trapped.

“Right, well, I hope that all works out for you. But right now I need both of you to come with me,”

“God, you’re such a pain in my ass,” Kara says in some composed, hushed shriek.

“Yeah, it’s what sisters do,” Alex counters, and then, “Andrea is requesting you for an IT consultation, Luthor,”

That piques Lena’s attention and she moves towards the door, pulling it open, “What?”

“Some code error with the VR launch. I don’t know,” Alex huffs, waving her hands down the hall in some feeble attempt to usher Lena along, “can you just-”

“Say please,” Kara cuts in and Lena swears Alex’s eyes could slice through the fabric of space and time itself the way she cuts them towards her sister.

Kara crosses her arms and looks at her sister expectantly and it takes every ounce of Lena’s self control to repress the smug smile itching at her lips.

“ Please,” Alex offers as sweetly as she can through a smile that is all teeth and subdued anger.

Lena composes herself, standing a little taller and dips her head, “Happy to help,” she says just chipper enough to see the redhead’s fist ball up as she walks by. She can hear quick footsteps come up behind her as Kara slips her hand into her own.

“You’re amazing, you know that right?” Kara whispers, pressing a quick kiss to her shoulder as they round the corner, back into the bar, “and your ass looks great in this dress.”

“Thank you, darling,” Lena says, glancing at Kara out of the corner of her eye. A smile breaks across her lips as she comes up beside Sam, shooting her a satisfied wink as she pulls the tablet she is fiddling with away.

“Oh, thank god,” Sam sighs in relief before shifting her attention to Kara, “you look happy,”

Kara rocks up on the balls of her feet and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth before pointing at the bar, “I’m going to get us drinks.”

“I have no idea what I am looking at,” Sam brings her attention back to Lena, “Andrea shoved this thing in my hand and disappeared. Probably off having an aneurysm somewhere.”

Lena swipes through a few lines of angry, red scrolling code before typing in a command causing an error message to appear, “There are two lines of the same code running simultaneously. One is trying to override the other. I’m not sure-”

But that’s when she notices it: three little words that suddenly brings Andrea’s venture into focus just as a server comes by with a tray of what appears to be contact lens cases.

“Friends, innovators,” Andrea’s voice floats from the speakers, “please take this time to get your complementary Obsidian North Platinum lenses. Once you have yours, please insert them with a simple swipe of your thumb and finger over the case and then to your eyes. I assure you there will be no discomfort. Our launch will begin momentarily,”

The lights overhead begin to dim and Lena glances up from the tablet to see Sam reaching out for the silver case and quickly smacks her friend’s hand, “Don’t put those in.”

Sam juts out her bottom lip and drops the case back onto the server's tray just as Kara returns, precariously balancing three drinks, “You look like a wine kinda girl, so a red for you,” she says, offering Sam a wine glass, “nothing for you,” she says cheerfully, moving over her sister as she returns to Sam’s side, causing a sour look to screw up on Alex’s face.

“An apple martini for me and a scotch neat for you,” she says, dropping a kiss to Lena’s cheek, but when she doesn’t move to retrieve her drink, Kara’s voice grows concerned, “Hey,” Kara says quietly, coming up beside Lena and observing the lines of code on the tablet, “what’s going on?”

“Somethings wrong. Look at this,” Lena says, her finger ghosting over one line of code in particular, “my brother is a lot of things; a megalomaniac, an evil genius, but he’s also predictable. See this line of code here? It’s identical to the launch code sequence for Obsidian’s, only this has a nasty malware worm attached to it.”

“ I love Lexi dot exe ,” Kara says, “he’s an alliterative evil genius, I’ll give him that,”

“What’s going on?” Alex interjects, squeezing into Kara’s side, all three of their faces lit up by the tablet.

“Lex is about to hack into Obsidian’s VR and turn every influential celebrity and tech innovator's brain in perpetuity, basically turning them into his human puppets.” Lena answers.

Alex takes a step back, prying the rocks glass from Kara’s hand and throwing her head back, taking the drink in a whole shot. “I think we might be too late,” she says, her hand reaching out as she pushes Sam behind her and taking on a protective stance. Kara and Lena’s heads raise up in unison from the tablet, and shit, this is bad.

Waitstaff, celebrities, rich white men who somehow continue to fail upwards, dozens of pairs of sickly green eyes focus in their direction. The screens above the bar and in each corner of the room flicker, changing over to static for a brief moment before Lex’s face appears.

And honestly, Lena couldn’t care less about what he is droning on about; world domination, his god complex, whatever. They need to get somewhere safe. She lolls her head to the side, motioning towards Kara to the service station beside the bar, a quick escape that puts some distance between themselves and a room full of Lex marionette puppets. Kara nods and ducks down, her hand pressed firmly into Lena’s back as she leads them towards the bar and under the hinged section of the service area with Alex and Sam following closely behind.

“Okay, now what?” Sam hisses, her wine glass jostling in her hand and Lena is half tempted to pull a bottle of Macallan down from the bar and drink away the thought of her potential sororicide at the hands of a Lex-controlled Logan Paul.

God, what an embarrassment.

“Where is he?” Kara questions, “Metropolis? National City?”

Lena raises herself up, peeking over the edge of the bar, her eyes focusing on the TV at the far end of the room.

“No, Metropolis is too predictable, and he’s not stupid enough to be at ground zero in National City.” Lena muses, “Luthor Manor, perhaps?” but that’s when she notices the jagged formation of rocks over her brother’s shoulder.

“He’s in Canada,” Lena deducts, “Mount Norquay. He has a bunker there.”

“Great, so I’ll just-” Kara starts, “No, wait,” Lena cuts in as she ducks back down, “it is a literal fortress in the center of a mountain encased in two feet of lead. It is specifically made to prevent you or your cousin from getting anywhere near him. If it detects any Krypotnian DNA anywhere around it, kryptonite canons drop out of the side of it,”

“Oh great, kryptonite canons,” Alex mocks as she digs her teeth into a bourbon cork, twisting the bottle in her hand and spitting it out, “so you’re ready to risk life and limb for her.”

“That’s it!” Sam erupts, snatching the bottle out of redhead’s hand and taking a long pull from it, “Listen babe, usually I’m all for dumping on Lena, it’s kind of my whole deal as her best friend, but this whole one woman Luthor crusade you’ve got going on,” Sam motions with her hand in Alex’s face, “has got to go. Either get on board with the Luthor and Super thing, or get out of the way, because you’re outnumbered three to one here.”

“I’m not Supergir-” Kara stammers and Sam raises her hand.

“We’re way past that, and those glasses aren’t the disguise you think they are,” Sam says, pointing at Kare before looking back at sheepish Alex, “are you done being an asshole?”

Alex nods and Lena could honestly kiss Sam on the mouth right now. She is a great wingwoman, sure, but she’s even a better friend.

“Right,” Kara redirects her attention back to Lena, “so canons all around the mountain...” she pauses, chewing at her lip for a moment, “I’ll go in from the top,” Kara states casually.

“You just can’t go from the to-” but Lena’s words stutter to a halt, because actually, yeah, she can.

“Holy shit, you can just go from the top,” Lena breathes out, “that is the simplest way.”

“Occam's razor, baby,” Kara says with a smile and a wink that is entirely out of place given the sorta life or death circumstances, even more so with the quick kiss she presses to Lena’s cheek.

“What a stupid fucking design flaw,” Sam quips, cheering her glass to the neck of Alex’s bottle with a sharp clink.

“While I’m after Lex, you need to do whatever you can to disable his code,” Kara says, pulling her hair free from her ponytail, “these people’s lives depend on it.”

Lena purses her lips into a thin line because really does everyone’s life in this room depend on it?

(Maybe a few less billionaires wouldn’t be so bad, present company notwithstanding.)

“Lena,” Kara calls out again as she stands and removes her glasses, causing her suit to materialize down her body; a flurry of navy blues and reds coalescing together (with pants!) until Supergirl stands before her.

And wow, Lena rationally knew that Kara and Supergirl were one and the same, but seeing the transformation firsthand, there is a subtle change in Kara’s demeanor. It reminds Lena of early morning car rides along quiet city streets and abandoned pavement. The way night bleeds into the twilight hours, leaving her with the distinct feeling that despite the roads being the same, they were also somehow different. She can see the change in Kara; the way she stands a little taller, an air of stoicism around her that feels impenetrable. It is truly a sight to behold, and Lena feels as though she has been privy to something private in Kara’s life.

(Also, she’s like really fucking hot , so there’s that.)

Lena clears her throat and stands up alongside Kara, “I should be able to wipe out the code in a few minutes barring any distractions.”

“That might be a little difficult,” Kara states, watching as a sea of sickly green eyes refocus their attention from a babbling, bald Lex on the screens overhead back down to the bar. “Alex can you-”

“Already got it covered,” Alex announces triumphantly as she finishes shoving a dinner napkin into a bottle of Bacardi 151.

"No fires," Kara admonishes and the excited (and tiny bit deranged) look in her sister's eyes diminishes, "especially molotov's."

"Whatever," Alex grumbles and Kara brow deepens into a disapproving line for a fleeting moment before she returns her attention back to Lena. “Three minutes, can you do it in that?”

Lena swipes through a few more lines of code, “I think so, yeah,” she says, glancing up at Kara, who is watching her with a soft look, her eyes crinkling at the corners as though she wants to laugh at the sheer absurdity of it all.

(And Lena kind of wants to, too because why can’t anything just be normal?)

“I know you can,” and Lena, honest to god, believes it as Kara wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her flush against her chest in a quick motion. A strong hand buries into her hair and Lena legitimately tries not to swoon when she feels Kara’s thumb brush just behind the shell of her ear as her lips press against hers in a sure kiss.

“Ew, gross,” Alex bemoans from behind them, somewhere on the sticky bar floor before she is shushed by Sam.

“I’ll be back soon,” Kara says in a hushed voice as she pulls back from their kiss, her arm loosening from around Lena.

“Don’t die,” Alex says as she pops up from the floor.

“Never,” Kara says quietly, eyes set and focused on Lena.

(Lena swears that those nevers are sounding a lot more like forevers , and honestly the feeling coils warmly inside of her in the best way.)

And then Kara is gone with only an accompanying gust of wind left in her place, so Lena gets to work, swiping through line after line of code, deleting some sections, re-writing other sections that she can.

And then a few things begin to happen:

Firstly, the Lex zombies start moving towards the bar, which is a big fucking problem because how is she supposed to get anything done if she’s getting pummeled by Dwayne ‘basically-a-human-wall ’ Johnson?

Secondly, Alex seems to have a solution to this problem, which involves chucking the stocked liquor bottles lining the wall behind them (with luckily a lot less fire) into a very singularly focused, mind controlled crowd.

A few bottles hit their targets; dead center in the chest of a spacesuit-wearing Richard Branson (ugh, get over yourself), a spinning low blow takes out a stiffly shuffling Zuckerburg at the knees (who is looking much less mind controlled and much more ‘walking dead’, something Sam points out and she hurls a handle-sized bottle of Tito’s, almost buzzing the side of Lena’s head with it.)

“My bad!” Sam yells, her hands shooting up in a placating gesture before reaching out and grabbing another bottle quickly, “Think I can nail Elon right between the eyes?” she says, flipping up a bottle of rail gin behind her back and over her shoulder, catching gracefully by the neck.

Lena’s eyes the room before they land on the aforementioned bumbling idiot, “Do it, and you’ve got an all expenses paid trip waiting for you and Alex to wherever you want.”

“You can do it, babe!” Alex yells from somewhere down the bar as she sends a bottle into the face of some NFT monkey tech bro before cracking a beer bottle over the top of a feral looking Ellen DeGerenes’s head.

And Sam, D1 first basemen and two time All Star MVP Samantha Arias of Boston College cocks her arm back and with deadly accuracy sends a bottle directly into the forehead of Elon, sending him stumbling back into the broad chest of a green eyed, seething Dwayne Johnson.

Things happen a little in slow motion after that, because Lena watches as Elon wobbles unsteadily on his feet, tapping the heel of his palm into the side of his head (in some feeble attempt to jump start his brain, yeah right ) where one of the contacts has fallen out, leaving only one of his eyes Luthor Green™ . He struggles with himself, one half of his body reaching out towards Lena as he spits aggressive, nonsensical words out of the side of his Lex-controlled mouth while the other half of his body flails, clearly setting on the flight aspect of his consciousness rather than the fight.

Lena also wiped out Lex’s virus twenty-six seconds ago, and with Alex and Sam clearly having things under control (and maybe the time of their lives taking out billionaires like they are playing carnival games), she can bide her time for a moment or two until Kara returns and leans casually against the bar.

Her finger twitches over the blinking command button on the tablet as she watches Elon get hoisted up, his pale arm thrown over the jacked shoulder summit of a mountain of a man and immediately Rock Bottomed ™ through hors d'oeuvres table.

Lena finally sends the command after that, wiping out the virus and shutting down the Obsidian platform just as Kara returns, Lex clinging to her like a bald, half frozen koala bear.

“Oh, Clark is going to be so pissed,” Alex chortles as she comes around the bar's corner and stands in front of her sister.

“So pissed,” Kara says, peeling a wide eyed and terrified Lex Luthor off her side, “he may have taken a quick tour through the stratosphere and experienced some turbulence.”

“Y-o-ouu d-d-rroo-pped m-meee tw-wenn-ty thoou-saaand f-e-e-e-e-t,” Lex chatters through his teeth and Kara rolls her eyes as she shoves him down into a chair.

“You’re fine. Stay there,” she says poignantly, shifting her attention to Lena. “Care for a lift home?”

“Oh, is this another ‘ night-cap-at-the-office’ kind of lift home?” Sam cuts in, air quoting her way through the sentence with a wry smile on her face.

Kara takes a step closer and brings her hand up, pushing a few strands of hair behind her ear, and yes, please, Lena would absolutely like a lift home. Home to where she can pull Kara into bed; where she can spend time worshiping every available inch of naked flesh and fall asleep in strong arms, and with the smile Kara is giving her, it is clear she is sharing the same thought.

“No,” Alex barks. “No night caps, no lifts home. None of that,” Alex motions in a flurry with her hands, “Do you know how much paperwork we need to do,” she says, motioning towards Kara and then over the bar at Sam and Lena.

Oh, the collective we, and Lena cringes a little.

“Care for a lift to the DEO then?” Kara amends, looking a little crestfallen and Lena kind of wants to kiss the pout off her lips.

Lex looks between Supergirl and Lena, and Lena barely has time to roll her eyes before her brother opens his mouth, all chattering enamel and a snarl.

“Yoo-ou’re f-f-fuucking the a-llllien?”

By the time Lena is touching back down on the patio of her penthouse, the first rays of sunlight are starting to creep and glimmer over the horizon; fading away the midnight blues and purples into a soft pink.

(Also, how does she get those covert government lawyers? Sure, her hand is almost gnarled from the stack of papers she had to sign and her mascara may be running to the point she looks like a racoon, but she is about to dump her retainer of overpaid attorneys because those NDA’s were so ironclad, Lena won’t be breaking them in her next three lifetimes.)

“We really need to stop having our evenings end like this,” Lena says, and Kara chuckles.

“I agree, but I can’t say I don’t enjoy the company.”

Lena smiles at that, because hell, no complaints here, and glances down to her hands, pulling at her fingers as an idea suddenly pops into her head.

Because things have moved at lightspeed this far, and maybe they have done this all backwards, but Lena can see where this thing between them is headed.

So, she may as well keep her foot on the gas.

“Are you free on the last Friday of this month?” Lena asks, finally summoning the courage to lift her gaze back to Kara. “It’s the annual LCorp gala, and I’d love for you to come.”

There, she asked Supergirl out on a proper date. An official date.

“Oh,” Kara breathes out, and her mouth moves like maybe she wants to speak, but ends up gawking for a moment, “yeah. Totally. Do you want me to talk with your head of security, do a perimeter check an-”

Lena shakes her head, laughing to herself, “No, Kara. I don’t want the Cat Grant special. I want you to go with me. As my date. Officially.” “Oh,” Kara’s eyes grow wide as she moves, scooping Lena up in a solid, warm hug. “OH! Rao, yes. Of course. Duh . Absolutely.”

Lena could honestly float away, and when her feet land back on the ground, she believes she may have for a moment.

“So, uh,” Kara wavers quietly, pulling back, but keeping her arms loosely around Lena’s midsection, “officially, huh? I like the sound of that.”

Lena tucks her head underneath Kara’s chin, nuzzling against her collarbone and the warm fabric of her suit. “Me too.”

“I really want to stay,” Kara says, a hitch of disappointment in her voice, “but I have to get back. Still need to prep Lex for transport. Still need to fill out more paperwork.”

“Still need to gloat to Clark,” Lena adds, her arms snaking around Kara’s waist and squeezing a little tighter.

“God, so much gloating,” Kara says, stepping back from Lena’s embrace. Her feet leave the ground, and she rises slowly, beautiful and backlit by the rising sun.

“Kara, wait,” Lena says quickly, capturing Kara's hand before she can leave and drift off into the early morning; before Lena loses the nerve to string together this half baked love struck thought in her MENSA certified genius brain.

"You, uh-, never told me what you said. What it meant, I mean. The translation of.. what.. you said."

( Oh , there she goes with those words again, all idiotic and tricky and somehow sticking to the roof of her mouth.)

Kara smiles gently down at her and nods, and without so much as a twitch of Lena's fingers, floats slowly and effortlessly back to her, like she is tethered to Lena by some invisible string. The tips of her boots touch down and she comes to a graceful stop just in front of Lena, and honestly who can blame her for reaching out and ghosting her fingers over the edge of the crest Kara wears proudly. Her hair is a cascade of golden hues and ultraviolet with her back to the sun, and Lena is having a difficult time understanding how one person can look this stunning after thwarting one of her brother’s exhausting attempts at world domination and capturing him, because Lena is pretty sure her makeup is half scrubbed off and her hair is flying out in about seventy million different directions and she just overall looks like a mess (and kind of feels like one too.)

“On Krypton it was an oath usually reserved for a union between houses, sometimes through an alliance, but usually through marriage,” Kara says, slipping her hand into Lena’s before quickly amending, “not that I’m asking you to marry me, because that would be, like, fast. Like, really fast, and I haven’t even taken you out to dinner yet, and then adds with a wink, “I mean, we just became official.”

“It’s usually customary on this planet to take someone out to dinner before a marriage proposal,” Lena agrees, running her thumb over the back of Kara’s knuckles. “But with all things considered, I’d really like to see where this goes.”

“Yeah, me too,” Kara smiles, and then adds, “But, yeah, ŕħåņ jû şħēđ čhåṽɨẳ ớṣh řŕıp, I guess the easiest translation would be something like above all others, only for you.”

Lena blinks, her mind coming to a halt; the gears grinding, emergency stop kind of halt.

“For me?” Lena says with a hushed awe, like the words are too fragile to fit her mouth around. Because who has ever wanted to keep Lena like an oath? Certainly not her family. Hell, barely even the public. But this woman; this woman from the stars wants to and Lena can barely contain the warmth taking up residence in her chest and it may honestly consume her, this white hot love.

“Yeah, you,” Kara says quietly, surely, like it is the most obvious thing in the world, “just you.”

Tears prick at Lena’s eyes and she has never felt so dismantled by quiet words and so whole in a breath.

And that’s enough; just her.

#supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #these two are back at it ; flirting in front alex - sinning on any available surface - thwarting an evil lex luthor plan #agentreign lives!#my writing

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