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muffinpink02 · 16 days ago

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Another Love (flatline)

Okay, this isn’t my usual kind of story, but I’ve always wanted to do a cheating fic. I haven’t been cheated on (yet, hopefully never) so I’m sorry if it doesn’t feel authentic. I took a different approach with it. But yeah, let me know what you think. Also thank you this anon. I know I didn’t do exactly what you asked but I hope you like it.

Warnings - smut 18, cheating, toxic, manipulative behaviour, swearing

word count 6922

The rain outside pelted hard against your living room window, the sad looking drizzle cascaded down the glass like a mini waterfall. The sky outside was grey and miserable, making your normally bright and sunny living room dark and gloomy. But being at the end of the year it wasn't a surprise the weather was so dull, even if you were living in the sunnier climate of Barcelona.

And as it was the end of the year that meant Christmas was only a week away. Which is exactly why you were searching on your phone for a last minute Christmas gift. Well, actually you had done all of your christmas shopping weeks ago. This last minute shop was for Alexia’s mum. Though, this gift wasn't from you, this gift would be from her very unorganised daughter. And just like Alexia did every year she left everything to the last minute and of course she had asked you to help her out.

“You’re better at shopping, amor. Just take my card. I know you’ll get something she likes.”

You of course couldn't say no to your fiance's pleading puppy eyes and honestly you didn't mind, you were better at buying the gifts for any occasion. And Alexia would only end up just buying something last minute that her mum definitely wouldn't want or use.

So you sat comfy on your sofa with a heavy blanket wrapped around you, snuggled in one of Alexia’s thick, soft jumpers, scrolling through your phone in search of the perfect gift for the older woman. You hummed, mindlessly nodding your head to the music that lightly played out of your speaker in the background. After another 20 minutes of scrolling you finally found the perfect gift. It was a beautiful red cotton scarf. Alexias mum had lost her own a couple weeks back, and as far you knew she hadn’t replaced it yet. So this was perfect!

You added the item in your bag, filled out all the postage information and just before you could click the ‘buy now’ button, your screen turned black. Your phone battery had given up on you.

“No! Fuck sake.” You grumbled, throwing your head back in annoyance.

What were the chances? I mean you were warned at 20% and 10% but still!

A loud sigh escaped your lips as you reluctantly kicked the covers that were wrapped tightly around your legs, freeing yourself from your comfy cocoon. You were about to go to your bedroom to grab your charger until you spotted Alexia’s ipad sitting under the coffee table. You leaned over and grabbed the device, thanking the heavens you didn't have to leave your spot.

“Please have charge.” You prayed as you pressed the on button.

The apple tech gods must have heard your prayers as the screen sprung to life with a full battery. “Yes!” You cheered as you slumped back into your pit, wrapping the covers around your body.

You easily unlocked the device, typing in your date of birth for the password. You smiled as the screensaver appeared. It was a photo of you and Alexia last year, when you had been away on holiday, the very same holiday the blonde had proposed to you. You wore a huge smile while the blonde was lovingly kissing your cheek, both your sun kissed skin glowing on your faces.

You could still remember the moment she pulled the blue velvet box out. Your eyes had tears in them the moment she got on one knee, it was the easiest decision you had ever made.

It only made you more excited for the upcoming holiday you had booked. Not that Alexia had any clue, this was a surprise holiday, completely planned all by yourself. It was technically for her birthday but you couldn't wait another 2 months, she’d almost found out about it four times already!

You opened up the website again and found the red cotton scarf, you added the item to your trolley once more and began the process of filling out all of the shipping information again. You didn’t mean to tap the notification when it appeared on the screen, you swore as it instantly opened you up to Alexia’s emails and straight to the one that just landed in her inbox.

“Shit.” You huffed.

You were about to click off of the app and finish your purchase and you would have, if it wasn’t for the yellow emoji that caught your eye. You knew you shouldn't have, but something in your gut told you to read the message.

You blinked.

You stared at the screen.

You blinked again.

Your face screwed up in confusion as you read the words, your heart instantly dropped to the pits of your stomach. “What?” You whispered to yourself

Alexia - I'll see you around 4 after training. Be ready.

Joe - be quick, I’ve missed you 😘

“Missed you?” You said out loud. What?

No. Wait. Maybe there was more to it than this. Maybe it wasn't what you thought it was, surely not. Alexia wasn’t cheating on you, she’s your fiance for fuck sake, this wasnt what you thought. Just breath, don’t over react. This might be a friend or someone you don’t know, and she's meeting up with them. This might be nothing. Right? It's nothing.

But, it also might be something.

You scrolled a little further up on the conversation.

Joe - Did you have to rip my underwear? 😂

Alexia - Sorry, i'll buy you another pair

Joe - just for you to rip those too?

Alexia - maybe 😘

Your breath caught in your chest as the words sunk in. You were wrong, this was clearly more than a friend.

You felt sick.

Your eyes kept going over the words, over and over and over until they didn’t make sense to you. You stared until the black lines that formed letters became small blurs that you could no longer read or process.

Alexia was cheating on you.

Alexia. Your fiance. Your world. Your life. Your person was cheating on you.

This couldn’t be real, surely not. It must be a prank. A wrong email. Maybe she had been hacked or it's a code for football talk. Maybe …. something? You were so desperate you would believe anything else right now. But it was real, it was right in front of you, in black and white. You just didn’t want to believe it. You couldn’t.

Your mind went completely blank, a numbing feeling sunk into your bones. Nothing was processing right, it was like your body was trying to reject what it was feeling. Even your vision seemed to stop, everything around you seemed to blur. A deafening silence sliced through your head, ringing painfully inside your ears.

Breath.

With a shaky hand you swiped up to see how far this went. Maybe this was a one time thing? Not that it made it any easier, well, maybe it would? Maybe. But that thought was killed instantly as you watched the messages between Alexia and Joe go on and on. Your finger kept swiping the screen, watching the days and weeks go by. The dates were going further and further back. It felt like it would never end.

Your stomach twisted as the dates went back eight months. Months. This had been happening for 8 months. Nearly a year. How? How was she doing this? When was she doing this? Why was she doing this? Countless questions were steam rolling through your head. You didn’t notice your fingers were gripping the iPad as hard as they were until the muscles in your digits started to hurt.

The messages were short. There were no declarations of love or anything that seemed intimate. Just a lot of ‘when’ and ‘where’ there was the odd flirty message, like the one you read, but nothing cryptic, it almost seemed business li

“W-what?” You stuttered in disbelief.

This surely wasn’t happening, this had to be a dream. A nightmare.

You took a deep shaky breath, squeezing your eyes shut. You wanted to wake up and see that none of this was real. You had to wake up from this nightmare and see Alexia sleeping soundly in your warm shared bed as she cradled you against her chest like she did every night,

Please don’t let this be real.

You didn’t realise you were crying until your tears began to drop on the screen, blurring the words that had just turned your world upside down. Your body was shaking, trembling hard as your fingers moved to swipe along the messages. You scrolled to the start of their conversation, needing to know how this started.

No, you needed to see her. You needed to put a face to the name. You needed to see who this Joe was.

You studied the name of the stranger. You instantly searched for her on Alexia’s instagram followers. It didn't take you long before you found her profile. Her public profile. Did they even care to be careful? The carelessness felt like another kick in the teeth, it almost felt like the stranger wanted you to see her. Maybe she did.

You scanned her profile. She was the complete opposite of you. Her hair, her eyes, her nose, her style, her smile. She was nothing like you.

She was beautiful.

Somehow that made the pain worse. You couldn't stop the humiliation creeping down your skin, and your walls going up. Your mind dived into a deep pit of insecurity, not only was you being cheated on, but the girl didn't even look like you. A nauseous feeling flooded your brain. Did Alexia not find you attractive anymore? Was this the kind of girl Alexia actually liked and wanted?

A certain photo caught your interest. Joe was laying beside a pool, her perfect body cladded in a bikini that hardly contained her intimate parts, you scoffed in disgust when you spotted Alexia’s name in the likes. She had liked a few of her photos. Once again not caring about her footprint, she either had no shame or was just careless. It just felt like another punch in the gut. You continued to stalk Joe’s insta, looking for any more sightings of Alexia in the likes or comments, and maybe even a photo.

She was stunning. She was perfect. She wasn't you.

You felt stupid. So fucking stupid. How many lies had Alexia told you?

Your mind wandered to where they even met. Was she a fan? Did she know her from a life before you? Did she work for Barca? Did she find her online? On a dating app? Maybe they met on a night out? It wasn't hard for her to do, you had noticed you had been asked less and less on nights out with the girls. Probably for this exact reason. Was she the only one, or was there others? Or maybe Alexia wasn't even meeting with the team.

Did the team know? Were they aware of what Alexia was doing? You had noticed some of the girls didn’t speak to you as much as they did before, maybe this was why? Maybe they felt bad, too ashamed to look you in the eye. But Alexia could.

Then it started to click, the late nights, the texts from Alexia telling you she was staying behind for extra training, it was all starting to take a different meaning. You pictured Alexia and Joe sneaking around, checking into some random hotel, naked and wrapped up in white sheets, panting and laughing at how clueless you were.

You could feel the acidic bile daring to rise as you pictured Alexia with your rival. Did she make her feel better than you could? Satisfy her in a way you couldn't?

That's when the intrusive images flashed in your mind, images of Alexia doing all the things she did to you to your opposite. Did she fuck her the same way she fucked you? Did she go down on her the way she went down on you? Biting at her thighs, making her beg to give her what she wanted, while your fiance smiled up at her with her hazel eyes.

Her mouth kissing you hours after being with her. That’s when the bile finally rose up from your stomach. You ran to the bathroom just in time to make the toilet as the sick came up. You wiped your mouth with the back of your sleeve, your back slumped hard against the wall before collapsing on the bathroom floor. Your lip quivered as the tears finally spilled from your eyes, your body trembling against the cold tiled floor.

How was this happening? Alexia had proposed to you just last year, you were planning a wedding, a future together, a family.

What did you do wrong?

You didn’t know what to do. Should you call someone? Should you call Alexia? No. Should you leave? But where would you go? All your family and friends were back in the UK. You had some work friends here but you weren't close enough for something like this.

Everything was falling apart. Everything you thought you knew was one big lie. How could someone you love treat you like this? How?

After what felt like hours, you found the strength to wash your mouth and face before carrying yourself back to the living room and opened the ipad back up. Reading the messages that were breaking your heart but you couldn't tear your eyes away.

The messages were short, no more than two lines but every word felt like another blow, another hard hit that made your chest painfully tight. You didn’t realise you were hardly breathing until your body forced you to take one large gulp for air.

You felt your body go numb when you realised Alexia had met her on your 5th anniversary.

God, you felt so stupid. You had waited at home for her. You had spent hours cooking a three course meal, all her favourites.

Your eyes begin to blur again when you read their messages.

Joe - Are we meeting at the restaurant or should I meet you at the hotel?

Alexia - Come to the hotel, I want to see you before I go out

Joe - okay, but this time we have to make the reservation. We missed it last time.

Alexia - well if you hadn't have put on that dress that drives me fucking crazy we would have made it.

You were broken.

How was this your Alexia?

This surely wasn't the same girl that made you feel effortlessly loved? The girl that knew you better than you knew yourself. The same girl that brought you untold happiness, happiness that you never knew existed before you met her. This wasn't the same girl that asked you to dance 5 years ago in the dingy little bar. The girl that had put a ring on your finger promising you a happily ever after.

How was this her? Your Alexia. Was she even your Alexia anymore?

Nothing felt real. You looked around the living room, it didn’t look right, nothing looked right, nothing was the same. The peace and warmth you felt from the apartment had instantly disappeared, it felt cold, lifeless.

You jumped when you heard a text come through on your phone, it was from Alexia.

Alexia - Hola, baby, we’re going over game strategy so I will be home a little later today

And there it was, another one of her lies. A heavy weight sunk over your body, making you feel numb to the bone.

You placed the ipad on the coffee table and slowly stood up. Your legs felt like led as you began to walk, you didn't really know what you were doing, your body felt like it was going into some weird overdrive or maybe it was the shock from it all. You stopped and stared at the christmas tree that flickered in the corner, your mind took you somewhere else. You weren't sure how long you were standing there before your legs brought you to your shared bedroom.

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The familiar sound of keys rattled in the door. It was once a sound you looked forward to, instead your stomach lurched. You took a deep and shaky breath as you got ready to come face to face with your finance, the woman that had shattered your heart into a million pieces.

“Amor, I’m home.”

Alexia frowned when you didn’t reply, she removed her shoes and made her way into the apartment to find you. It didn't take her long to spot you in the living room, sitting at the breakfast table.

The beating in your chest thumped hard when your eyes fell on the blonde. You wanted to hate her, you wanted to instantly fall out of love with her, you wanted to feel nothing when you heard her call you by your pet name, but that wasn't the case. You still felt everything you did before you saw the messages, before you knew the truth.

But you knew where she had been this evening.

Alexia could instantly tell you had been crying, your blushed cheeks and watery eyes gave you away, not that you were trying to hide it. You wanted her to see the hurt she had caused.

“Bebé? What's wrong?”

Alexia hurried over to you, she was about to cup your face, but was stopped in her tracks when you moved away. Your eyes met hers, you could see her hair was wet, she at least had the decency to shower before returning home, or make it look like she had just showered after training.

“I know.” Your voice croaked out, the hours of crying weakening your throat.

Alexia’s face frowned in confusion, it instantly annoyed you.

“Que?”

“Joe.” Even saying her name out loud made you want to scream.

Alexia’s face dropped, you could see the look of horror as realisation hit her. Her mouth gaped open but no words came out. The silence was deafening, you felt your skin burning, it felt itchy, painfully itchy you wanted to tear it off. After what felt like hours, though it was likely seconds, Alexia finally spoke.

“Wh-what? Who? What do you mean?” The blonde anxiously fiddled with the zip on her joggers.

You felt your shoulders slump, she didn't even have the decency to just be honest, but why would she? She’d lied this whole time. 8 months.

“Don’t. Don’t play dumb, Alexia. I saw your messages on your emails.”

Alexia's frown deepened. A flash of anger flickered across her eyes. “Why were you going through my emails?”

Was she really going to try and turn this on you?

“What? Are you actually fucking asking me that?” You snapped, your own anger boiling over.

“No! I mean-” Alexia pushed her hand through her wet loose hair, you didn't miss the way it shook. A trait she did when she was nervous. “I don’t know what you’re talking abo-”

“Don’t lie to me!” You shouted, voice cracking. The tears you were trying so hard to hold down bursting at the seams. “Please. Just stop lying, Alexia.” God. You sounded so weak.

Alexia looked at you, those beautiful hazel eyes you loved so much filling with tears. Her foot was tapping against the floor, she looked scared. Good, you thought. She bit her lip so hard it looked like it might bleed. You watched her through blurry eyes, she took a step back from you, covering her face with her hands. Her body stiffened as she took a deep breath.

“She means nothing to me.” Her voice was just above a whisper. But you heard it.

You sucked in a hard breath. Even though you knew what you knew, hearing her confess it hit you harder than you could have imagined. You closed your eyes, trying to compose yourself, but when Alexia put her warm hand on your shoulder you broke down, your skin prickled where she touched you.

“Amor, please. Please don't cry.” The blonde begged.

You covered your face as the tears streamed down your hot cheeks, you could feel your heart beating painfully fast. It felt like you were about to go into shock, maybe you were, your body felt like it was taking a brutal beating from the inside out.

“You were with her tonight.” You weren't asking. You felt her hand stiffen on your shoulder.

The silence was so loud.

“You were with her tonight, weren't you Alexia.” You repeated. Your tone was sharp. You bluntly moved her hand from you, not wanting her to touch you. You ignored her gasp from the out of character movement from you, but you didn't care. The thought of her hands being on someone else made the pit of your stomach tighten painfully.

You watched as a few tears slipped from her eye’s. You could see the panic starting to hit her. You stood up, you needed to move, you walked past Alexia even though a small part of you wanted to hold her. What the fuck? No. You ignored it. You walked to the open kitchen, you grabbed the sides to help you with your balance, you were sure your legs were about to give up on you, your knees buckling under the turmoil of emotions that ran through your body.

“I just don’t understand.” You squeaked out, turning your head to see Alexia who looked like a kicked puppy.

“I am sorry. I-I- she means nothing to me. I swear.” She slowly walked over to you but stopped when you moved away.

You didn't believe her. You would never believe her again.

“You’ve been doing this for months, months Alexia! Lying to me for fucking months, seeing this girl behind my fucking back!” You screamed. Your chest was heaving with anger.

Alexia didn't say anything, what could she say? She stood there looking like she could be sick, the colour draining from her face.

“You asked me to marry you, Alexia. I have a ring on my finger because I love you. Don’t you love me? What have I done wrong?”

You didn’t know why you had blamed yourself, but it felt like you needed to know.

Alexia looked panicked, your words clearly making her wince. “No! I do love you! I-I- she is nothing. It’s just sex. It’s just a big mistake. I don’t know why I did it!”

That hurt. You would have some kind of understanding if you and Alexia didn't have sex, but you did. Yeah, of course it wasnt every night, or even every week but you were still intimate. So this must have been more than sex.

You shook your head, you didn’t believe that, not anymore. You felt so small as your world began to crumble around you. The blonde was now by your side, catching you before you dropped to your knees.

What was happening? How was this your life right now? It wasn't meant to be like this. Alexia was never meant to be the one that broke your heart.

“Baby, please. I’m here.” She grabbed your body pulling you into hers.

You had a burning urge to hold her, you wanted to feel safe in her arms like you always did, but you felt weird, her arms didn't feel right anymore. It made you feel sick, you could feel your stomach churning as you pictured Alexia holding your opposite. You flinched away like she was made of fire.

“Here? You’re here? You havent been here, you’ve been creeping around fucking some girl and god knows how many others behind my back! Don’t you dare say you’re ‘here’. You screamed so loud the neighbours would have heard every word.

Let them hear.

Alexia shrank at your words. You hated that you felt bad. She was the one that had hurt you.

“Why? Just tell me why? Am I not enough?” You felt like you swallowed a stone with that question.

Alexia sniffled, wiping her tears with her sleeve. It made you realise how little you saw the girl cry.

“You are everything and more, I swear it. I….I panicked.” Her accent grew thicker as her words shook in her throat.

“What? Panicked for what?” You questioned.

“After I proposed.” She took a breath for air, her hazel eyes looked more green after she cried. “I panicked and got scared. It was only meant to be once, but then we started planning the wedding. It got more real and I-I just didn't know how to stop.”

“You asked me to marry you!” You said in disbelief.

“I know! And I still want to!” She whispered.

You scoffed. This girl had some fucking nerve.

“Why would I marry someone who can lie to my face every night? Lie about where she is? Touch someone else and lay in bed with me the same night!”

The neighbours were definitely getting a show now.

Alexia dragged her face, her puffy lips wet with tears. How could she still look so beautiful?

“I’m sorry. It was all just a big mistake I swear!” She moved closer to you. “Please, amor, forgive me! I have not been myself, I’m so sorry. I love you so much. I want to marry you and be with you! You are my world, my everything! Please! Please forgive me! Please.” She was hardly breathing, her gasps of air were short as the tears came pouring out of her. She dropped to her knees in front of you, her crying getting louder and louder, you thought she might be having a panic attack.

Your own tears fell from your eyes as you watched the woman you love break down in front of you, you wanted to believe her, but your trust had shattered the moment you read those words. How could you trust her again?

“Alexia.” You whispered her name as you put your hand on her arm.

The blonde looked up, her wide hazel eyes bore into yours. She looked so tired. She put her hand over yours and stood, her face inches from yours.

“Babita, please. Please. I love you so much, give me another chance.”

Her large hands came up to your face, you allowed her to wipe the ever flowing tears from your cheeks. Even though it was Alexia who had broken your heart you still needed comfort, you still wanted to feel her. You still loved her.

She took you not moving for a good sign, taking her chances and gently cupping your cheeks.

“Please, mi amor. I am so sorry. I am such a fool, you’re everything I want. I love you so much. I can’t do this without you.”

She moved closer to you. Her familiar smell washed over you, she smelt like home. She wrapped you up in a tight hug, you felt yourself lean into her, you didn't know why. Maybe because your whole world had just been turned upside down and you needed to feel something, even if she was the culprit that caused you all this pain.

A couple of minutes passed by, all in silence other than a couple of sniffles from you and Alexia. And in those minutes you weren't sure where you went, it felt like you had left your own body. Like this was all just a big weird dream and you were about to wake up and see that it was all a mistake, see that this wasn't real.

Maybe you were having a panic attack.

Alexia stroked your hair as your tears still fell, the front of her jumper was wet from your face but you only snuggled more into her.

You hated yourself for it. Why were you so weak? Why were you not screaming and calling her all the names under the sun for breaking your heart? For ruining your self confidence, for making you question everything you thought you knew. Why can’t you do it?

“Alexia.” You whispered into her jumper.

“Sí, carino?”

“You-you’ve broken me.” Your voice cracked as more tears came.

Alexia’s tears also sprung to her eyes as she heard your words, her arms held you tighter. She took a big shuddery breath before she kissed your head. “I’m so sorry. I will be sorry that I hurt you, until the day I die.” She confessed.

Her words didn’t comfort you, not really. They made you wonder about the future you had planned with Alexia. The future you had once been so excited to share with the girl. Now all gone.

“I will fix this, I will, amor. Please, let me fix this.”

You felt Alexia press her lips on the top of your head. You tried to ignore the warm feeling that swirled inside your stomach. It felt like you were losing a battle with your brain and body. You closed your eyes as a soft kiss was placed on your temple. It was the same spot Alexia kissed every morning. It was so familiar, and yet it felt different. Does it feel different? Or was your brain trying to protect you?

“You’re my world. I promise you I will fix everything.” She whispered into your ear.

Your lips quivered before a small sob escaped your mouth. You felt your eyes release a new wave of tears at her words of declaration, you wanted to believe her. You wanted to believe this could be fixed. Could it?

Sad watery eyes met yours as you looked up at the girl in front of you. Her hands held your face. It was just you and her, staring at the other. This was the face you wanted to watch grow old. The face you wanted to wake up to everyday. The face you wanted to have by your side for the rest of your life. Now it almost felt like you were looking at a stranger.

Alexia placed her hand under your chin, moving your face to her own. Your body stiffened when you felt her lips press against your own.

“No.” You whispered weakly as you pulled back.

“Please, don’t do this. I love you with all my heart. Please don’t let this break us.” The blonde whispered as she stroked your face.

Alexia pulled back slightly to look at your face, her glassy eyes scanned your features, taking in every detail of you. You felt exposed. Completely open to her. It made you feel vulnerable. Alexia had been your world for so long. She made you feel real love for the first time. A love that made you feel protected, seen.

“I love you.”

Your brain screamed to run. Leave. Don’t let her fool you. This wasn't right, you knew it wasn't. But your heart didn't agree as you let her kiss you again. The kiss was everything you knew. Her lips were a safe blanket that you could wrap yourself around in. This was what you knew, how were you going to give this up?

“I love you.” She whispered against your lips as she gently pushed you against the kitchen side.

“Alexia-”

“Please. I can fix this.” She pleaded as her voice cracked with desperation.

She leaned her forehead on yours, her body leaning more into you. She closed her eyes but the tears still managed to escape as they dropped on your t-shirt and seeped into the fabric.

You didn't say anything. All the words you had ever known escaped your brain, leaving you empty. Everything you had planned, all the questions. Gone. You were more ready this time when her lips sunk into yours again, you even opened your mouth, allowing her to push a gentle tongue against yours. You could taste the salt from her tears that stained her lips.

What were you doing? Why were you letting her in?

Because you loved her, you loved her with everything you had. Because you were a fool.

Her mouth cascaded down from yours to your jaw, leaving hot kisses on your skin as she made her way down to your neck. You hated yourself when a small groan left your mouth, but it turned into a small whimper as another sob escaped you.

Run.

But you couldn’t, your heart was broken, you needed to feel something, you needed Alexia, she was the one that made everything better, she was the one you went to if you ever felt upset. She was your light. She was who you needed. You just wanted to feel loved even though this wasn't what love was.

Your hands gripped her shirt when she came back to your mouth, you weren't sure if you were going to push her or away or pull her closer. Her kisses grew more desperate once she heard the groan you made, thinking this was the only way to have you back.

She easily moved you from the kitchen to the bedroom, all while her lips attacked your neck and mouth, making you gasp for air. Your mind was a blur, a blur of pain and hurt. A blur of confusion.

Your head was throbbing from the headache you caused yourself from crying. You tried to ignore it like the way you ignored the voice in your head telling you to stop this. But you didn't listen.

“I love you. I love you. I can fix us.” Alexia kept chanting.

She laid you on the bed as she slowly removed your joggers. You felt the tears run down your puffy lips, as you reached out for her needing her close to you again. But you couldn't look at her. You couldn't bring yourself to look at the girl you loved and hated.

Both yours and Alexias lips were puffy and swollen from tears. You felt your lips split as you licked them, stinging your plump flesh, you tried to focus on it as Alexia connected your lips once more before she began to move down your body.

“You’re so beautiful. I love you so much, babita. Let me make you feel good.”

You felt your breath hitch as the blonde kissed on your stomach. The familiar feeling of her body pressing on yours grounded you more than you would have thought. You almost forgot about why you were crying. You nearly didn't feel the pain that sunk into every fiber of your body. Nearly.

Her hazel eyes looked up at you as she moved further down. But you looked away, you felt shame flood your chest as you allowed her to remove your underwear.

“I love you.” She mumbled against your skin.

You gasped as you felt her tongue swipe through your folds. Your eyes started to wet again as you felt her mouth on you. Her hands gripped at your thighs, pushing you open as she gently licked at your sex.

You felt everything and nothing. Your body felt like it was on overdrive, wanting to feel Alexia, but wanting nothing to do with her at the same time. You just wanted to feel something. It was an absolute mind fuck. And yet you opened your legs further as the girl wrapped her lips around your clit.

Alexia stroked your thighs as she used her mouth on you. She kissed your clit before sinking her tongue into your cunt. You felt the way she groaned, probably from tasting your essence as it melted on her tongue. Your own body betrayed you.

Your thighs started to shake as you felt that familiar swirl start to wash over your body. Alexia could tell straight away. She grabbed your hands that would have normally sunk into her hair by now and placed them on her head. You looked down from the touch, Alexia’s eyes were puffy from crying. She looked at you with a look you didn't recognise.

Was it regret? Was it hope? Was it guilt for being caught?

Your fingers flexed loosely in her hair as your thighs started to shake. Your orgasm was building but you could tell it wasn't the same, it felt like it didnt know where to go. Or why it was even there. But you let her finish, you let her suck and lick your bud until your body shook against the bed. Your orgasm trickled over your body, leaving you feeling worse than you did. Alexia stayed between your legs to clean you up.

You felt your chest tighten and your throat close up as a wave of sadness pulled you down. When Alexia reached your face it felt like you were drowning, it must have been your own cries as you shuddered against the bed.

“Baby, please. Please, I’m here.”

You grabbed Alexia's hand and pushed it between your legs, you needed to feel something. You still wanted to feel her. You didn't want to feel this sadness that was taking over your body.

Anything. Please feel anything.

“Please.” You begged as you pulled her closer to kiss you.

“I’m here. I’m right here.” She whispered before your lips locked.

Alexia circled your clit a few times before she dipped a single finger into you. You let out a small groan, you could feel you were tight. She pumped her fingers as she kissed your neck, you tried to ignore the tears that fell from her eyes onto your skin.

You hissed as she pushed another finger in.

“Ho sento. I’m sorry.” She pressed a kiss to your lips as she moved her fingers slowly. “I’m sorry.”

You grabbed her shoulders as she started to open you up. Her eyes fixed on your face as you closed your own, trying your best to escape today's nightmare.

“I love you, mi amor. I love you so much.” She mumbled into your neck.

Her fingers got deeper as she moved faster. You finally started to float away as you felt nothing but her inside you, putting all your focus on this one feeling.

“I will marry you. I want you to have my babies. Please let me.” She started to cry as she fucked you.

Before you could register what she was saying you let out a loud gasp when she pushed a third finger inside you, but she knew it wasn't a painful gasp. She knew your body, she knew you. Your head dipped back in the pillow as you felt your second orgasm start to rise. Your small whimpers gave you away to the girl above as your nails dug into her arms.

“That's it baby. You’re so good.” She peppered kisses all over your face as she encouraged you.

Your eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm fast apoached. Your thighs shook against Alexia's hips once her thumb began to circle your clit. You felt it. You felt something. other than sadness, just for a few seconds.

“Don’t stop!’ You begged as your orgasm rushed over you.

“I’m here. I’m here.” Alexia coed at you.

You saw stars as your pussy clenched tightly around the thick fingers. Time stood still as everything went quiet. No voices in your head. No sadness that took over your senses. Your tears stopped for just a moment as you relaxed into the mattress. All the pressure that your body had taken was finally melting away.

You winced a little as Alexia removed her fingers as gently as she could. You slumped back into the pillow, taking a deep breath of air. You stared at the ceiling before you felt the blonde slot herself next to you.

“Turn around, amor.” Her breath ghosted the lose her on your neck.

You slowly moved, you knew she wanted to hold you and you let her without question.

Was this really your life? Was this really you?

Familiar hands started to stroke your hair. You could feel how stiff Alexia’s body was behind you, maybe she was scared to move in case she frightened you away.

“I love you.” She whispered again.

You didn't respond. You felt her arm snaking around your side, her hand looking for your own. You didn't think before you gave her what she wanted, her thumb instantly stroked your knuckles. It wasn't long before your tired and sore eyes started to close.

An hour later you woke up as Alexia stirred behind you, sleeping soundly. You moved as slowly as you could, creeping out the bed as lightly as you could. You grabbed your clothes that you had waiting on the side, along with your suitcase that Alexia missed when she pulled you into the bedroom.

You looked over at her sleeping form, her blonde hair splayed across the pillow, a small frown sat between her brows. She looked beautiful. You almost wanted to climb back in the bed. But you stayed strong.

“I love you.” You whispered to your lover.

The tears started to form again, quickly falling over your cheeks. You felt sick as you carried your suitcase to the front door. What were you doing? Was this the right thing? Yes. She cheated on you! She’s broken your heart. She doesn't love you like you thought she did. Leave.

You took a deep shuddery breath before you removed your engagement ring and left it on the side, with the keys to Alexia's apartment next to them. You took one last glance over your shoulder, the Christmas tree caught your eyes as it flickering in the corner. You gently shut the door behind you, a loud sob escaped you as you left everything you thought was your future behind you.

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itsappleexpert · 3 months ago

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Trusted iPad Repair: Screen, Battery, and Parts Replacement Experts

iPads are among the most popular devices for personal and professional use due to their sleek design, high performance, and versatility. However, like all electronic devices, they are prone to wear and tear over time. Whether it’s a cracked screen, a failing battery, or malfunctioning parts, you may eventually need expert repair services to keep your iPad working at its best. That’s where trusted iPad repair services come into play, offering specialized solutions for screen, battery, and parts replacement.

Why Choose Trusted iPad Repair Experts?

When your iPad is in need of repair, whether it’s a cracked screen, battery issues, or damaged internal components, it’s important to seek help from professionals you can trust. Choosing the right repair service ensures that your device gets the attention and care it deserves, and it can also save you money in the long run. Here’s why trusted iPad repair experts should be your go-to choice for repairs:

1. Expertise and Experience

The most important reason to choose trusted iPad repair services is the expertise and experience that professionals bring to the table. Certified technicians are well-trained in the intricate details of iPad devices and can quickly diagnose and repair a wide range of issues. Their experience allows them to work efficiently and ensure that repairs are done correctly the first time, giving you peace of mind.

2. High-Quality Parts

Another major benefit of choosing a trusted iPad repair service is the use of high-quality replacement parts. Whether it's a new screen, battery, or other internal parts, trusted repair experts use parts that meet or exceed the original manufacturer’s specifications. This ensures that your device will perform at its best after the repair, with no compromise on quality.

3. Quick Turnaround Times

iPads are essential devices for most users, and waiting for extended periods for repairs can be inconvenient. Trusted repair services often provide fast turnaround times for screen, battery, and parts replacements. Whether it's a minor fix or a major repair, these professionals understand the need for efficiency and can typically return your device to you in a matter of hours or within the same day.

4. Affordable Prices

While an Apple-certified repair service may charge higher prices, trusted third-party repair experts often offer more affordable options without sacrificing quality. The cost of replacing an iPad screen, battery, or internal parts is generally much lower than purchasing a new device. Moreover, these repair shops provide transparent pricing, so there are no hidden fees or surprises.

5. Warranty on Repairs

Many trusted repair services offer warranties on their repairs, which means you can rest assured that if something goes wrong after the repair, they will fix it at no extra charge. This provides added security and ensures that your iPad is properly taken care of for an extended period of time.

Common iPad Repairs and Services Offered

Trusted iPad repair services cover a variety of repairs, from screen replacements to internal parts fixes. Here are some of the most common issues that these experts can help with:

1. iPad Screen Replacement

Cracked or shattered screens are a common problem with iPads, often caused by drops or accidental impacts. A cracked screen can make your device difficult or even impossible to use, which is why professional screen replacement services are essential. Trusted repair experts can quickly replace a cracked or damaged screen with a high-quality replacement, restoring your device to its original condition. They will also ensure that the screen functions properly, including touch sensitivity, display clarity, and color accuracy.

2. iPad Battery Replacement

Over time, iPad batteries begin to lose their ability to hold a charge. If you notice that your iPad is draining quickly, failing to charge, or turning off unexpectedly, the battery may need replacement. A professional battery replacement will restore your iPad’s longevity and efficiency, allowing you to use your device for longer periods without worrying about running out of power. Trusted repair services use high-quality batteries designed to match the performance of the original.

3. Internal Parts Replacement

Sometimes, the issue with your iPad isn’t visible on the outside. Internal components such as the logic board, charging port, or camera can fail or become damaged over time. Trusted repair technicians have the skills and tools necessary to replace internal parts, ensuring that your iPad operates like new. Whether it's a faulty charging port or a broken camera, these experts can handle the repair quickly and professionally.

4. Water Damage Repair

Water damage is a serious concern for any electronic device, including iPads. While water damage may not always show immediate effects, it can cause long-term problems that can eventually result in device failure. Trusted iPad repair experts can assess the extent of water damage, clean the internal components, and replace any damaged parts to restore your device’s functionality.

5. Charging Port and Button Repairs

Over time, iPads can experience issues with charging ports or physical buttons, such as the home button or volume control. If you find that your iPad isn’t charging properly or if a button isn’t functioning as expected, trusted repair experts can address the problem and replace any faulty parts. These types of repairs can help extend the life of your device and improve its overall performance.

The Repair Process: What to Expect

When you bring your iPad to a trusted repair service for screen, battery, or part replacements, here’s what you can expect from the process:

1. Device Assessment and Diagnostic

The first step in the repair process is a thorough assessment of your iPad. Technicians will diagnose the issue, whether it's a cracked screen, battery problem, or internal malfunction. They will identify the exact cause of the issue and determine which parts need to be replaced.

2. Getting an Estimate

Once the diagnosis is complete, the repair service will provide you with an estimate of the cost of the repair. Trusted repair services are transparent with their pricing, so you’ll know exactly how much the repair will cost upfront, with no hidden fees.

3. Repair and Replacement

Once you approve the estimate, the repair service will begin replacing the necessary parts. Whether it’s replacing the screen, battery, or other components, the technicians will use high-quality replacement parts to ensure your iPad works like new.

4. Testing and Quality Control

After the repair is completed, the technicians will test your iPad to make sure everything is functioning properly. They’ll check the screen, battery, buttons, and other features to ensure that your iPad is fully operational before returning it to you.

5. Warranty and Follow-Up

Most trusted iPad repair services offer a warranty on their repairs. If any issues arise after the repair, you can return your iPad for further inspection and fixing at no additional cost. The warranty ensures that your device stays in top condition.

How to Choose a Trusted iPad Repair Service

When looking for a trusted iPad repair service, consider the following factors:

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Look for a service with a proven track record of successful iPad repairs. Read reviews, ask for referrals, and check the company’s reputation to ensure they are reliable and trustworthy.

2. Professional Technicians

Ensure that the repair service employs certified, experienced technicians who are skilled in iPad repairs. Qualified professionals can ensure that your device is properly diagnosed and repaired.

3. Use of Quality Parts

Ask if the repair service uses high-quality replacement parts. Genuine or top-grade components will help ensure that your iPad continues to function like new.

4. Affordable Pricing

Get an estimate upfront and compare prices from different repair services. A trusted repair service will offer competitive and reasonable prices without compromising on the quality of the repairs.

5. Warranty

Choose a repair service that provides a warranty on their work. A warranty will give you peace of mind, knowing that if anything goes wrong after the repair, you can return your device for further assistance.

Your iPad is an essential device, and when it needs repairs, it’s important to trust experts who can provide reliable solutions. Whether you need a screen replacement, battery replacement, or internal parts repairs, a trusted iPad repair service can help restore your device to its full functionality. With professional technicians, high-quality parts, quick turnaround times, and affordable prices, trusted repair services offer the best option for keeping your iPad in top condition. Don’t let a damaged screen, failing battery, or broken part ruin your experience seek out trusted experts for the repair solutions you need.

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totalcarerepairing · 1 year ago

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captainzigo · 9 months ago

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so unfortunately very few entries here are going to properly be vintage. also what i consider vintage might not line up with what you do. i am not old.

also i am not wealthy. and my family isn’t wealthy. this is an expensive hobby to have. i get most of my stuff from loving it and refusing to throw it away… and digging through the trash at university. you would be surprised with the stuff people throw away. planned obsolescence has nothing on the fact that people can’t be bothered to fix a sour harddrive.

i actually fix computers as a sort of second job. it’s nice to work on computers i can’t afford and that aren’t from the trash. but i love old tech. i love breathing life in to things long dead. i’m a technonecromancer. i am not including pictures of things i haven’t finished yet for the most part. and i simply am not including most things. this is but a fraction of my power

ok so these are all my computers that work. i didn’t include ones that im still working on. they all worked but needed repairs variously. mostly they just needed new hard drives.

my game consoles. again not including ones that don’t work. i actually bought that 3ds, but the rest my parents gave me after they got them used. that gameboy has needed a screen replacement that required soldering. the ds is my little trooper and has needed nothing ever. the wii needed a new disc drive. and the 3ds came in japanese and i hacked it to english.

there’s a back view of my stickers

these are some of my various devices. again not including ones that don’t work. that nano needed a new battery which was actual hell and i’m surprised it survived. that ipad is the first ipad and she works beautifully and one time i fastened it to my tummy for a tellytubby costume. i was slutty lala and i played the old spiderman movie trilogy in glorious VHS quality. i couldn’t find my iphone 3gs for this picture :( but it will turn up. i’ll include an old picture instead of cleaning my room to find it lol

here are some novelties i just like. thats an old radio i swiped from my great grandfather. i got it working but it broke again. i dont know whats wrong with it and its so old that the parts are impossible to find. on the right is the browser for DS which is just so quaint. i love it. it barely works at all but i loaded a wikipedia page one time so xP

this is my terrible stupid tiny phone i got from aliexpress that barely works BUT IT DOES WORK and is technically loaded with all modern smartphone features. i attached a video of it barely playing roblox

this is my og imac. with the og keyboard. i didn’t include it with the working computers because it doesn’t. the harddrive died and im trying to fix it but its really hard. i’ve already sought out two different adapters that haven’t worked

and this is a commodore 64 that i also got out of the trash. it does not work but im hoping to make it work. someone clearly loved it. enough to paint it crazy colors and enough to

write some weird scifi quote on the inside of the case under the RF shield. but maybe they died, or it just became too much of an undertaking.

not included here is:

• several more apple products that i just don’t think look good. all the iphones between 6 and 11 are just so ugly. and i don’t actually like the way apple watches look

• the phone, tablet, and smart watch i actively use

• various bits and bobs like the official speakers for a imac 4, an electronic pocket dictionary, various wii peripherals and so on

• all of my audio equipment

• my iphone 3gs. i just never found it or any pictures of it. i love it tho. it was my first phone (hand me down. i’m not that old) and i have had to repair it so many times and i love taking bad photos with it

• all of my monitors

• my many videogames

• my old fridge that i love and cherish and use

• anything i have fixed and then given to someone else

• a bunch of other stuff

so if you are a beautiful trans woman, are you in love with me yet? or do i need to make a part two

#old tech #old computers #hoarding lol

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mobilerepairsandservices · 3 months ago

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Why You Should Get Your iPad Repaired by a Professional

iPads are essential for work, creativity, learning, and entertainment. Their sleek design, impressive capabilities, and ease of use make them highly valued by users worldwide. However, like any electronic device, iPads can suffer from unexpected issues, whether a cracked screen, a malfunctioning battery, or software glitches. Many people may be tempted to try a DIY fix or visit a general repair shop when problems arise. But when it comes to iPad repair, choosing a professional repair service offers distinct advantages. Here’s why you should rely on experts, like those at GRPhones, for your iPad repair needs.

Accurate Diagnosis and Specialized Knowledge

Professional phone repair technicians have extensive experience with Apple products, including iPads. They understand the intricacies of iPad components, software, and repair processes that general technicians may overlook. A professional can quickly identify the issue's root, ensuring your iPad receives the appropriate solution rather than temporary or incorrect fixes.

Quality Repairs and Genuine Parts

Attempting a DIY repair or going to a non-certified technician can lead to further complications, especially if subpar replacement parts are used. Reputable repair services like GRPhones prioritize using high-quality or genuine Apple parts to ensure your iPad’s performance and longevity are preserved. Whether it’s an iPad screen repair, battery replacement, or internal hardware repair, using authentic parts provides a seamless experience post-repair.

Reliable iPad Screen Repairs and Replacements

A cracked or malfunctioning screen is one of the most common issues iPad users face. Professional repair centers specialize in precise iPad screen repair and replacement, ensuring that your device’s touch sensitivity and display quality are restored to factory standards. Attempting to replace a screen without proper tools and training can lead to complications, such as poor display alignment, decreased screen sensitivity, or even internal damage.

Advanced Tools and Techniques

Professional repair technicians have access to specialized tools designed for iPad repairs. From screen replacement to internal hardware adjustments, these tools allow technicians to repair your device safely and efficiently. Additionally, professional repair centers stay updated on the latest repair techniques, making them capable of handling even the latest iPad models with ease.

Cost-Effective and Time-Saving Solutions

While DIY repairs may seem cost-effective initially, they can lead to more expenses in the long run if done incorrectly. Mistakes can result in damage to other components, and often the device needs additional repairs to fix the new issues. With a professional mobile repair service like GRPhones, you can avoid unnecessary costs and have your iPad restored in a timely manner, reducing downtime and getting your device back in your hands sooner.

Warranty and Assurance on Repairs

Professional repair services often offer warranties on their repairs, giving you peace of mind that if an issue arises after the repair, you are covered. GRPhones, for instance, provides assurance on repairs, so you can trust that your iPad screen repair, battery replacement, or other fixes are done with quality and care.

Protecting Your Data and Privacy

iPads hold a significant amount of personal data, including photos, documents, and apps. A professional mobile phone repair service takes privacy seriously, with policies in place to protect your data. By choosing a reputable repair center like GRPhones, you ensure that your device and its contents remain secure throughout the repair process.

Extended Device Lifespan

Professional repairs can extend the life of your iPad significantly. Whether it’s fixing minor issues or addressing major repairs, certified technicians help keep your device in optimal condition. Regular maintenance, quality repairs, and the use of authentic parts ensure that your iPad will perform well for years, allowing you to maximize your investment.

Common iPad Repairs at GRPhones

At GRPhones, we specialize in a range of iPad repair services, including:

iPad Screen Repair/Replacement: We handle cracked screens, dead pixels, and touch sensitivity issues, restoring your screen to its original clarity and functionality.

Battery Replacement: If your iPad’s battery life is dwindling, we offer professional battery replacements to give you longer usage between charges.

Charging Port Repair: Issues with charging can often be traced to a faulty port, which our technicians can quickly diagnose and repair.

Software Troubleshooting: From iOS updates to app glitches, we offer solutions for software issues that could be slowing down your iPad.

Conclusion

When your iPad needs repair, entrusting it to professionals ensures that you receive high-quality service, genuine phone parts, and peace of mind that your device is in capable hands. At GRPhones, we’re dedicated to restoring your iPad to perfect working condition with our reliable and expert repair services. Whether you need an iPad screen replacement, battery fix, or internal repair, choose GRPhones for a seamless experience and a device that’s as good as new.

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goat-yells-at-everything · 1 year ago

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First art on a new tablet!

Grian having a crisis due to Watcher things. c:

I talk about my new tablet under the cut if your interested!

So, as an early birthday present I got an inexpensive portable tablet called a PicassoTab. I've had it for a bit but I've mainly used it to take notes for my externship and other things using the Squid notes app but I've finally sat down and pulled up mediabang and done real art.

So what do I think of this tablet?

The PicassoTab is an inexpensive general tablet that supports a real drawing pen. Basically, its a cheap iPad and apple pencil. Except I would definitely NOT call it cheap. Its actually a really nice little tablet and pen combo and I'm quite happy with it.

I'd liken it to my large Ugee tablet in terms of draw feel. Its very obviously a tablet and does not at all feel like drawing on paper. This can be a major downside for some artists to PLEASE keep that in mind. While I prefer my Gamon as far as draw feel, since I've used the Ugee before its not a huge downside and the portability makes up for that less than desirable draw feel.

The pen uses a single AAAA battery which isn't ideal imo. While it keeps the pen smaller and more pen sized, its a hard battery to find outside of online stores. Its not rechargeable so when the battery dies then you need a new one. Though there are rechargeable AAAAs out there, I dont know if they will fit as rechargeable batteries aren't the same size as their normal counterparts.

HOWEVER, I've been using this thing almost CONSTANTLY for over 2 weeks now and there is no sign of the pen dying so I think its got a good battery life and the passive discharge is minimal.

Whats nice about the Picasso is that its a general tablet as well as a drawing tablet. It has access to the play store and runs on android software. It came with 2 drawing apps installed and I really didn't care for them. But with access to the play store I was able to download mediabang which is a free software app that works wonderfully. It doesn't have all the same options as clip studio but its more than enough for the sketch book experience I want from this. I did make this art as a finished work on the Picasso but I didn't get it to replace my Gamon, just to replace the chunky sketchbooks and notebooks I used to carry around (and use less paper).

The other positive about it being a general tablet is that I can use it as a notebook, too. I write A LOT. Notes, lists, planners, ect. My house is stacked with notebooks of all shapes, sizes, and colors. I have SO MANY pens, too. Like WAY too many pens. But because the Picasso has access to the play store I can use the note app Squid to replace all of these notebooks and pens. I now carry around about 12 notebooks and counting in my purse and the notebooks have unlimited pages. Squid also lets you edit and move text after its written so its pretty easy to reorganize notes without rewriting everything.

So ya.

100% recommend if your looking for a portable sketchbook/notebook tablet.

#hermitcraft #grian #grian fanart #watcher grian #goat art #goat yells at hermits

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xx-justsomeguy-xx · 27 days ago

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apple is amazing. 🙄

i go to the authorized official repair center here in the city

ask how much it would cost to change my ipad’s battery (air 4)

they tell me its not possible bc the unit cant be opened anymore so i have to get a whole new ipad

i say ok and then leave

knowing better, i look up “ipad air 4 battery replacement” on facebook

immediately see dozens of posts of people getting that exact unit opened up and battery replaced by local third party repair shops, complete with pictures and video

lmao fuck first party repair

#my warranty’s been dead for a while anyway #god how i wish the ipad wasnt as good as it is… and that procreate wasnt an ios exclusive

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kadavernagh · 8 months ago

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TIMING: Current LOCATION: The Apple Store PARTIES: Meredith and Regan SUMMARY: When Meredith comes in to get her iPad fixed, she meets an employee, Regan, going by "Apple" and who definitely can't fix anything. Suspicions of betrayal are proven right.

“What are you talking about- hold on, your manager’s name is Pubic?”

Regan expected there would be a promotion in her future. The blue shirt matched her eyes (complaint to file: collar could be higher) and she frequently impressed management with her independence. It was good practice to test their employees in such a way, she thought – seeing if they bowed to orders like lowly humans. Except, right. Regan was a human. But she did not have to be lowly. She had been asked and was willing to just wander around the store looking for people who walked in so she could accost them with eager assistance. Jade would have been much better at this, but wasn’t growth the whole point?

She had been standing pin straight for ten minutes, fussing with her necklace, when the next human walked in. Regan decided she liked the serious cut of her expression; a far superior human than John Pubik had been (he had requested a store transfer, actually, but it was denied). Summoning an eighth of Jade’s easy extraversion. she approached cautiously, like the customer was liable to sprint away into the woods, a frightened deer. She did look like she was relatively durable, but Regan was not going to risk losing her.

Her eyes brightened at the opportunity to get a new signature on her liver emoji petition. “Hello. I’m Apple. I mean, not usually, but while I’m in this store, I am Apple. Do you need phones? Computers? One of those flat–” Actually, she seemed to be holding one of the flat computers. “Oh, did it break? Is it the screen? I am an expert in this field.” Regan gestured for the girl to follow her, leading her to one of the long tables housing different models. Many of them had cracked screens. Regan couldn’t feel too badly about it when someone came in and replaced them each morning. There was a staff meeting yesterday about vandalism but nothing had been captured on camera. Also, the camera broke. Maybe the girl would think all of these cracked screens were examples of how many people trusted her to fix them, left behind by other customers.

“Let’s see what you have,” Regan gestured to the broken machine. How hard could fixing it be? She pieced things back together all the time, then sutured them to perfection, and sent them to the funeral home. She had this.

—

Going to the Apple store was not exactly an ideal place for Meredith to spend her day off. However, when her iPad screen had abruptly started glitching the night before, she had suddenly never been more eager to hop on her bike and ride the few miles to the Genius bar. There was a rational explanation for it, right? The screen had never flickered before, but surely it was just wear and tear. She'd been spending too much time on it lately, the battery was fried. There was an explanation that made sense. She felt ridiculous, acting like she was in some cheesy horror flick where ghosts mess with electronics to taunt you before going in for the kill. And yet, here she was, waiting in line outside the glass doors of the Apple store, glitchy iPad in hand desperate for someone to tell her it just needed a hard reset.

Eventually, someone approached her. Her eyes were wide and she spoke faster than Meredith could follow but she tried to keep up with it all nonetheless. “Apple? Do they really make people call you that?” She asked, a bit confused as to whether this was some weird new corporate gimmick or she’d ended up with someone a little too obsessed with their job. Either way, it didn’t matter. As long as “Apple” could fix her iPad or exorcize it or whatever needed to be done, she didn’t care what she went by. She followed the girl to a desk, her eyes not leaving the tablet as it rested in the stranger’s hands. “I don’t know…maybe? It’s not like, cracked. It just started freaking out last night. It would turn on and off by itself, and sometimes apps would open and close at random,” she tried to explain. “Is that…normal? I mean, does that happen a lot? Is that like, a glitch with the new update?” Do I sound crazy?, she almost added, but kept herself from saying anything further. Meredith finally gave herself a moment to look around at the mess on the table. Was this store always like this, or did they get robbed last night? “Busy day?”

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Well, they didn’t make people call her Apple, but the scant training Regan received made it clear she represented Apple. And it wasn’t like she felt particularly like Dr. Kavanagh right now, or even Regan (who was she, even?). So why not Apple? “Yes.” Regan unclipped her nametag with her actual name on it and tossed it in the trash as they walked by. She listened to the woman’s explanation, nodding every once in a while, because that meant she was paying attention (mostly, she was thinking about that ever-so-slight tug she felt toward the rafters, where there might have been a dead raccoon). “Normal, mhm. Everything is normal here. You, me. Especially me. What did you say the– oh, your applications? Have you attempted to get rid of them all? They won’t open if they’re gone. When did this start? Did you get water on it? That’s bad.” The woman seemed fairly distressed, and Regan could at least feel good about being able to help her find a solution, even if it wasn’t the same kind of or quality of help she offered next of kin in her old profession.

Regan pressed a button on the tablet which she had learned – right now, this very second – made it turn on. The screen flickered several colors and then changed, opening and closing several windows. “Busy? Oh, yes. Many live people.” She held the machine up to her ear and then shook it, mostly to make it look like she knew what she was doing. “I can completely solve your problem,” Regan said confidently, as cheerful as could be within the constraints of her flat monotone. She had no idea how to fix this computer but she knew where they kept hundreds of others in the back. She would just send this woman home with a new one.

There didn’t seem to be anyone else entering the store, so Regan waved the woman toward the back so she could follow her over toward a slightly ominous door – the kind that literally said ‘employees only’ on it. She was told not to bring anyone back there, but Regan picked and chose what she was going to listen to. A few months ago, she would have scoffed at the idea of a human giving her orders in the first place, but she had since turned over a new leg. If she was going to fit in (which she was so far excelling at) there would have to be compromise. “I’ll show you where we keep the other ones, and you can choose the color you’d like. Humans enjoy a selection of those, yes? The illusion of choice, like it matters. I have come to find it endearing.” Though Regan was pleased she’d gone with the silver phone herself, even if it broke after a day and she traded it in for a green one. Her most recent was silver again. Oh, have I mentioned I’m giving you a new tablet? That will fix this.” The cement ground of the dark storage room made Regan’s footsteps echo as she led the woman in. The door closing behind them was a loud slap. “Did you close that?” She looked back over her shoulder, squinting at the girl, a slow chill rolling up along her vertebrae, jumping between them one at a time.

—

“Oh uh- no I hadn’t thought of- no I don’t think I have. I try to be careful,” Meredith’s answers came quickly, trying to keep up with the employee’s questions. She watched as she turned it on and the screen repeated the same strange pattern it had at home. That was good, at least, that she hadn’t imagined it, that the glitch wasn’t exclusive to the confines of her apartment. There would’ve been nothing more embarrassing than coming all the way here only for it to work fine as soon as someone else took a look. “As opposed to dead ones?” She said with a small chuckle, as if to try and break the ice. Though it was becoming more and more clear that the other woman may not be joking. Her cadence and comments were odd, but Meredith found her somewhat amusing, if not a bit confusing. Nevertheless, none of it mattered if she could walk out of here with a non-cursed iPad and go back to business as usual. Mere watched again with curiosity as she held the tablet up to her face and shook it like a rattle. She started to lose hope, she’d always been a bit more analog than some of her peers but this didn’t seem right. However, soon she was on the move and, albeit a bit nervous, Meredith followed on her heels. Her head whipped from left to right before slipping past the employee door, sure she wasn’t supposed to be back here but not wanting to protest. She never minded much about breaking the rules, but she’d been on edge more than normal lately.

“You say that like you’re not one,” Mere said, her voice back to its usual sarcastic tone. She was trying to be herself again, she wasn’t sure how. “Wait, really? Brand new? I mean, thank you,” she stuttered, her eyes tracking the pale blonde hair that moved in front of her. She was pretty certain she hadn’t gotten the warranty, but now she was hoping she could slink out of here with a brand new tablet without anyone being the wiser. “I have a lot of drawings on there though, do you think I can transfer those over or will the uh- glitch come with it?” It was a stupid question, she knew that was a stupid question. She was almost positive all her works-in-progress were saved to the cloud anyway. But she was terrified, terrified of this actually being a curse, and she felt completely ridiculous admitting that to herself.

Meredith couldn’t help but jump at the sound of the door slamming behind them. She turned around, rapidly scanning the door for any sign of why it closed. “No- does that not happen every time?” This wasn’t happening, this couldn’t be happening, right? She was not about to die at the fucking Apple store. She looked back at the employee. “You have a key to get out of here, right? It’s not locked?” Sparks of anxiety radiated through her fingertips as they tapped against her leg. She took a step towards the door and attempted to twist the handle but it didn’t budge, she shook the door harder to no avail. “You’re fucking kidding me,” she muttered under her breath. “Okay, so you can like, call your boss like? Or, there is some high tech code that opens this door? And there’s definitely a totally rational reason it closed behind us, right?”

—

“Brand new, yes.” The thank you made Regan freeze, for just a moment. She had to remind herself where she was not. Still, humans in Wicked’s Rest should know better, too. “You’re welcome. How long have you lived here?” It was seemingly a non-sequitur but one Regan was curious about now. It was also better than admitting that no, the door did not typically do this, and no, Regan did not have a key on her, because she was – for the first time in her life – bad at her job. What she could do was be a calm presence as the customer proceeded to panic. She was excellent at being calm (and especially since returning from Ireland). This was nothing compared to working in the ED or navigating a grisly homicide scene.

“There is no need. I am not going to ask Pubik to let us out.” If he even would. Regan could practically see him standing tall on the other side of the door, gloating. He would let both of them die in here if he could. He would stand there and do nothing as they were sentenced to live in the storage room for one hundred years. Some of her neurons made a complete circuit for the first time. Pubik. Pubic. Pubis. Oh. She might have had some preconceived notions about the man… but she was right, wasn’t she? The woman did not know or care about Regan’s realization, though – she rushed to the door, frantically pushing and pulling it. That was not going to work. Did she see the slot for a key?

“That is a waste of your energy. I will fix this. In the meantime, how about…you, um, can pick your new tablet.” Regan pointed to a cluster of several huge boxes. “They’re all yours. I don’t know how you can move your things over, and I do not know if the pathology your computer has will be transmitted to the new one. I… don’t know anything about Apple products. Or any phones.” Her eyes fell in shame. “That is probably surprising. Anyway, you select your product, and I will see if there is another way out of here, because that door will not open without a key. Which I do not have.” Regan gave the woman a reassuring nod that was not at all reassuring. This was all fine. She still would not call Pubik.

Regan paced a lap around the storage room; she was fairly sure she’d spotted another door in here at some point, an evacuation exit that emptied into the parking lot. Pubik would have known. But she reminded herself, again, that she would not call Pubik. She could never rely on him. Never place her trust there. She could never… Regan eyed each hard wall, and they seemed to shift, caving inward like air being squeezed out of a pair of lungs. The cold floor darkened and shined. The echo of her footsteps became cries of let me die. Her legs wobbled then seemed to sink; she couldn’t move. “Are you still–” Here? She wanted to say. Except Regan’s lungs emptied with enough force to shatter the lights above, casting the entire storage room into true darkness.

—

“My whole life,” Meredith answered, her eyes darting around the back room and taking in the shelves packed with white boxes. She felt the panic start to rise up her spine.

“What? You’re not?” Mere’s voice raised a little. She looked at the other with confusion and a bit of anger. “What are you talking about- hold on, your manager’s name is Pubic?” Her hands ran through her hair and she tried to take in her surroundings more carefully. “God, what the fuck is going on?” She asked quietly to herself. She felt like she was losing her mind lately but this took the cake. She was locked in a storeroom at a store apparently run by two people named Pubic and Apple. Her palms began to sweat. “Of course not,” Meredith began to laugh. “Of course you don’t know anything about it. Do you even work here?” She couldn’t help herself, the laughter began to bubble up beyond a soft chuckle. She couldn’t believe what she’d gotten herself into- trapped in the backroom of an Apple store with a stranger who was quite possibly masquerading as an employee, all because she thought her iPad was haunted. It was absolutely ridiculous. “Yeah, I’ll uh- I’ll pick one out.” Her fit calmed as she tried to straighten herself out and began moving through the shelves instead. Her fingers tapped incessantly against her thigh, an unsteady rhythm. She tried to focus on the stacks and stacks of boxes in front of her but as usual her head was elsewhere. She was locked in, trapped. Meredith couldn’t push away the thought. Someone would come, right? Surely, someone would come. Someone would need a new device eventually, or just need to escape the floor. It was fine, it would all be fine.

But it wasn’t fine, that was evident by the eruption of sound that flooded the space around her causing Meredith to double over, her hands braced over her ears. Glass shattered and rained down over her. There was a moment of silence. Meredith opened her eyes but there was nothing to be seen- it was completely dark; she could barely see a few inches in front of her. She tried to take stock of her surroundings, her head whipped all around her- looking and listening for something familiar. Her breath was heavy and rapid. A hand reached forward to grab hold of the metal shelf in front of her, she lifted herself upright. “Are you okay?” She asked the darkness. She’d done it, she realized, the very thing she feared. She’d brought her danger or demon or curse- whatever plagued her, whatever hunted her that night- she’d brought it to someone else; she’d put someone else at risk. “Are you hurt?” Meredith used the shelf to guide herself back down the aisle and toward where she parted from the employee. “Be careful, there may be glass around you.” She could hear a few small pieces crunching under her sneakers and silently thanked herself for not wearing flip flops today. Her mother always detested when she wore them anyplace other than the beach, maybe she should text her.

She felt the shelf end and tried now to find the wall, if her hand could settle against the door she could anchor herself in the room. There seemed to be a faint red glow emanating from somewhere, she used that to guide herself. “What happened, did you see something?”

—

Regan was trying to learn from those around her, she really was, but sometimes humans were truly confusing. Banshees did not ask such foolish questions, and they had no need for comfort or reassurance. What was going on? What was going on was exactly what was going on; there was no great complexity. “You saw my shirt. You know that I work here. As for what is going on, I took you back here to select a new tablet because your current one is malfunctioning. The door closed behind us. We have since been stuck. Do you have short-term memory issues?” More likely, the girl was struggling with some kind of disbelief, as though this were even breaking the top 100 of unusual occurrences in this town. And Regan probably could have been a little kinder and more compassionate, but bad things tended to happen when she was stuck in an enclosed space with someone. That obviously continued to be the case.

She grimaced at the sound of glass crunching as she stepped closer to the direction of the woman’s voice. “I saw… something, yes.” Regan’s voice sounded small to her own ears, and that pushed disgust up her mouth. What had happened to her? Rhetorical. She knew exactly what had happened. Maybe she really should be trying harder to be nice, considering they were not in dissimilar boats. The difference was that when Regan panicked, things broke. “Nothing that concerns – I mean, should concern you. The glass didn’t hurt me.” Or if it did, she couldn’t feel it. Sometimes it was hard to tell. There had been several times she’d found shards embedded in her hands hours later. “Yourself? Are you wearing close-toed footwear” Apple stores were not like wet labs and autopsy suites; there were no de facto safety requirements.

The woman’s shaky breaths made Regan spike with concern. She could recognize panic by sound alone. Her decedents were above such a pathetic display of emotion, but live humans were not. No– not pathetic. Not for humans. Humans could panic. Regan would be supportive. Jade would have been. “If your panic becomes unsustainable, tell me, and I will…” What was it humans did again, when someone they cared for was panicking? “...uh, describe something comforting. Like flies on a body.” That seemed right. “What are you concerned about? We are in the Apple store. In the time I have lived here, no one has died in this place. Well, no human. There is presently a raccoon somewhere above us.”

When Regan squinted, she could see a faint glow from the direction of the emergency exit – one Regan had never used, and she could see the woman inching closer to it, palm bracing against the wall. It was a door that spilled out into a parking lot. Would it work? Would it need a key? That wouldn’t be great for an emergency exit. “I think there’s… there should be a door over here. I believe.”

Except, Pubik’s scratchy voice shouted from behind the heavy door on the other end of the storage room, the one that had locked behind them. He was here?

“What is it, Kavanagh? Stuck in the storage room? I could let you out.”

Regan saw red (figuratively; it remained pitch black). Had he locked them in here? That thought from earlier had been right. She did not need to ask herself why Pubik wasn’t letting them out. Betrayal was in his blood. Regan should never have turned her back to Pubik. He would have taken her wings had they still been there. Did he not care that she had a customer with her? No, why would he? Pubik was never satisfied until Regan was going to lose everything; someone else standing nearby was only collateral damage.

—

“What? What did you see?” Meredith’s voice was a bit frantic. She was sure she sounded crazy. Somehow, despite the chaos that had occurred since Meredith had entered the store, Apple had managed to stay calm, cool, and collected. It made Mere feel even more out of her mind. She was almost scared of the answer- of what possibly lurked in the shadows here. Her eyes moved all around in the dark but she couldn’t see a thing. She listened intently, but the only sounds she heard were shards of glass shuffling around the tile floor as she walked and the fabric of her top sliding against the rough wall behind her. There were no mysterious sounds, nothing that reminded her of the woods. Maybe that was a good sign, maybe this was all just a coincidence. But Meredith knew that wishful thinking would get her nowhere. In fact, it would get her killed.

“Good. Yes, yes I’m fine.” She kept her back pressed against the wall and continued to move towards the only light she could see. “Oh, uh, thank you. I think I will hold off on the fly conversation for now if that’s okay.” Images of the cabin, of her friends’ bodies flashed through her mind. She tried to shake it all away and focus on what was in front of her, which was darkness. “Well, that’s good to know. Good track record you guys have here. Sorry I don’t mean to be…jumpy. I just- I’ve had a weird few months. Let’s just get out of here.” She had accepted at this point that Apple was…odd, to say the least. She had expected to enter the store, be greeted by some bored underpaid employee who assured her that her iPad was just fine but maybe did a quick reset or something to fix the problem and be on her way. Instead, she’d met one of the strangest people she’d ever encountered and no problems were fixed at all. Now she had new ones. But even though Apple was a somewhat strange stranger, she didn’t want anything to happen to her. She would feel incredibly guilty if anyone else got hurt because of her presence. She was determined to get both of them out in one piece.

“Good, okay, okay. Can you follow my voice? I think I can see the exit sign. I think, maybe, if we follow this wall we can get there without running into anything. Hopefully.” Her plan was interrupted by the sound of a man yelling from the other side of the door. For a moment, relief washed over her. Surely, he would realize they were in here and open the door to free them. She was quickly corrected. “God, is that your manager? I’m starting to understand why you call him Pubic.” Unless of course, that was his given name. “Screw that guy. Now I kind a want to take two iPads just to fuck with him. I won’t.” She looked back at Apple, at least where she thought Apple was, with a small joking smile as if to assure her she wasn’t actually going to steal from the store. She didn’t want to get her in trouble. Of course, Apple couldn’t see any expression Mere was making. “Maybe I’ll leave him a bad review. I don’t think I’ve ever left a review for any place ever, that guy makes me want to start.”

Meredith kept shuffling along the wall, one arm outstretched to make sure she wouldn’t run into anything. The faint red glow slowly became brighter. Soon she could make out the word “EXIT” lit up in front of her. “Okay, I got it. God, some alarm isn’t going to start if I open this will it? Nevermind, I don’t care.” She pushed forcefully against the metal bar and swung the heavy door forward. Sunlight spilled into the storeroom and Mere had to raise her arm to shield her eyes from the harsh change in light. She could feel the heat mixing with the cool conditioned air behind her. “I have to say, I’ve never been so excited to see a parking lot.”

—

“His name is Pubik. Well, his last name. His first name is John. And he does not manage me,” Regan said, barely keeping the fact she was offended from her tone. “I am autonomous. I decide everything now. No Pubik is going to tell me what to do. I wear this uniform and listen to their rules because I want to. At least… I think I do. I am still a little unclear on what dictates wanting.” That bit of honesty made her stomach feel hollow. “I only tolerate him because I choose to. He believes himself important, but death will have him, the same as anyone else.” Regan thought she did an exceptional job explaining all of this in the most normal way possible. The mention of leaving a review did turn the dial on her mood a little bit, in a good way. “I leave reviews all the time, and can help you, if you would like.”

They converged by the red EXIT sign, and out of the two of them, the other woman seemed more antsy to escape this place. She had said she had a strange few months, so maybe it wasn’t even the first time something like this had happened to her. Regan stood aside and let her push out the door. Besides, she had grabbed a few tablets and a laptop on the way over, so her arms were full.

She squinted as the sun flooded her vision. After a few blinks, she straightened herself out like none of this had been a big deal, and looked over at the woman. “I believe I should ask you for your name now. The social convention is to exchange those after being stuck in a storage room together. I read that in the Apple handbook.” She seemed worse for the wear, and again, Regan had to wonder just what she’d been through recently. She pressed her lips into a thin line, then offered the woman a couple of the brand new, packaged tablets she brought out. “These are for you. I am sorry I can’t fix your old one.” She also wasn’t completely sure the ones in her arms didn’t crack from her voice, but that was a problem the woman could discover later.

“This lot is fine. It could be better. There is no roadkill.” Regan glanced around disapprovingly. She should have snatched that dead raccoon from in there when she had the chance. Now she wasn’t sure if she would even be going back, because Pubik had exhausted her good will (yes, that was good will she displayed in the past) and Regan couldn’t guarantee her lungs wouldn’t rattle with a scream next time she saw that man. And– oh, the woman had sounded frantic in there, hadn’t she? Not to mention, though Regan wouldn’t admit it, the fresh air massaged her remaining tension. As long as she didn’t look at the asphalt too long, it would not grow slick and bubble. “Hey, um, are you… you are alright, yes? Physically.” She tilted her head back and forth, debating for a moment. “And mentally, emotionally, whatever you would like to call it. Are you functional?”

—

Once in the fresh air, Meredith doubled over and attempted to regulate her breathing. You’re safe, it’s fine, you’re fine, she repeated to herself in her head, deep breaths pulled from the depths of her lungs. Her eyes scanned the lot in front of her. It was bright, sunny. There were no woods, no murky lake. There were no monsters lurking. All was well. “I’m Meredith,” she said, standing back up tall. “I suppose this is one way to break the ice,” she tried to smile, the breaths coming easier now. She tried to shake it off, feeling a bit feeble next to the confident employee across from her. “Oh- my goodness. Thank you,” Meredith accepted the boxes, looking up at Apple with wide eyes. She wanted to ask if she was sure, if she could really take them both, but at this point she felt it maybe better not to ask questions. It was better to cut her losses and run than spend any more time at this Apple store. “No, I appreciate it.” She hoped these ones weren’t also…glitchy. She feared the truth she would have to accept if they were. “Maybe I’ll take you up on that review help, if not just to get that guy off your back,” she offered. “I’ve had shitty bosses before, they’re the worst.” Mere slid her backpack off one shoulder and tried to stuff both tablet boxes inside and zip it back up.

“Oh yeah, I’m alright. Is there any glass in my hair?” Meredith leaned over to the side slightly and brought a hand up to shake out her curls, hoping any small shards would sprinkle on to the concrete below instead of lingering in her scalp. “Yes I uh- I’m functional,” she smiled, though she wasn’t sure if it would sell it. “Are you okay? That was quite a scream.” It was a misdirection, perhaps. But Meredith had been genuinely worried about the other girl, she still wasn’t sure what had caused such a reaction. “I thought maybe there was somethi- someone in there with us. I don’t know, it sounds silly now,” a meager laugh escaped her. She was scared of the entity from the cabin, but she was also scared of everyone thinking she was crazy. She felt alone enough now as it is. She was worried about isolating herself even more. “Just freaked me out. But I’m okay. Thank you for all your help.” She dusted herself off and adjusted her pack. “My bike is just out front. I guess I’ll head out unless there is anything else you need from me for the iPads,” she said, hoping the answer was a simple no and that she could get out of here. Even if the lights and the scream and the locked door had been nothing but flukes, she couldn’t shake the weird feeling that was stuck to her spine. She wanted to go home, she wanted a drink. She hoped home was safe. “It was uh- nice to meet you. Sorry about, well, all of that. I hope the rest of your day is less eventful,” Meredith smiled and gave a small wave before heading to the front of the store to retrieve her bike and head back to her apartment.

—

So the woman had a name, and now Regan had it (not like that). Meredith. Who still seemed quite frightened, fidgeting with her bag, glancing around like she itched to leave. She was a victim, wasn’t she? Another one. This was all Pubik’s fault. All of it. But something annoying fluttered against Regan’s ribcage anyway: guilt. Pubik wouldn’t have locked a customer in the storage room; it was Regan’s presence that elicited that behavior. And maybe, just maybe, it was also Regan’s fault that Meredith went back there… where she could have died away from her friends and family, in Irel– in a storage room.

If the tablets were not enough, Regan would make this up to Meredith in some other way later. The streak of paranoia in Meredith’s voice sealed the deal. An idea struck her, and when were those ever poor? “I don’t know about inside, but Pubik was out there.” Regan’s eyes narrowed as the name passed through her lips. “Wear a helmet on that bike, and if you decide you are interested in… justice, you may find me here. The next time, we will be the ones making it eventful.”

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