I wrote this story a while ago and it was very hard to write, but very healing to read back afterwords. It is Emily and reader centric. It does use Y/N, I have tended away from that since then, but my first two Emily fics are written with the second person, Y/N, style. The reader is written as she/her. No smut, just angst, depressing / cathartic shit, and friendship.
I will give fair warning, this story is heavily about SH. If this is triggering for you, please don't read this, or you can come back and read it another time, when you feel capable of taking it on. I want my stories to be captivating and cathartic, not to cause harm or damage to my readers.
I write to vent my own frustrations and to live through my characters, being comforted, validating my own feelings, etc... Many of my stories, as my blog may suggest, will be VERY dark. This story is no exception. Please read and enjoy this if you are in the state of mind to handle it, if not, it will be here another time. Take care of yourself first. You can even look in the Mental Health links I added to the end of my pinned post.
Take care of yourself. You are worth it.
Without much further ado... the story...
ᗯᕼᗩT'Տ ᗰᗴᗩᑎT TO ᗷᗴ ᗩᒪᗯᗩYՏ ᖴIᑎᗪՏ IT'Տ ᗯᗩY.
Mature themes and strong usage of language
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#2 Mature ( 02.11.2020)
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#2 Addiction (29. 03. 2021)
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"What the heck are you doing, you big oaf? ", I shouted at him. He has a tight grip on me, I am trying my best to match up with his long fast strides.
He is really mad at me but in fact, it should be the real opposite, I am the one who is supposed to be mad.
He took me to an empty room and pushed me inside and slammed the door shut behind him. Even without his hands on me, he had me in his grasp.
"What are you up to? " my voice breathless and weak. He didn't answer, he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me roughly to the wall.
His hot hard body molding mine so damn perfectly.
"What are you doing? " I asked, trying to seem unaffected but failing miserably.
"What are you doing to me? " he whispered, nibbling on my earlobe sensually, setting my blood on fire.
"James" I whispered. I couldn't control myself. I always wanted him, my hand made their way to his broad shoulders to envelope his neck. His eyes immediately softened.
" oh..damn it... Emily... What are you doing to me? " he growls before crashing his lips against mine.
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A soulmate usually only comes once in your life to SHAKE things up, to show you TRUE LOVE and STAND UP in ways none else ever had.
They adore you yet challenge you to your fullest potential. A soulmate relationship isn't always peaching and cream, it's ROSES and Thorns.
Emily is a simple girl with a very minimalistic life. She has dreams to chase, responsibilities, and family pressure, it was all until she met the man of her life or that's what she thought. Love At first sight? Get the hell out!
James is a guy who really has a problem of having to keep his dick to himself. He never cared about any woman until he met a woman he desires and finally started caring but fate had chosen different...