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baby daddy gaeul thoughts? :)
omg anon i was just gonna link you this old baby daddy ive drabble i did but i realized there's literally nothing much for gaeul there so now we out hereâŒïžâŒïžâŒïž
idek how nasty i can get with this since i stated in my last baby daddy ive drabble that gaeulâs just really fucking sweet đđ like truly!!!! taking care of you day and night throughout your whole pregnancy and when the babyâs here, she just gets even better! đ„șïżœïżœ she becomes a hundred times more attractive to you while she does the whole parent stuff⊠it warms your heart every time you wake up in the morning and you see her by the window holding your kid in her arms and singing them a soft melody.. but really also makes you think that wow.. you reallyyyy scored the jackpot huh đđ
ofc the two of you would act appropriately when the kidâs around but once theyâre grown enough to be away from home for daycare or something??? oh trusttt that you and gaeul revert back to your young adult selves where you just canât keep your hands off each other đ”âđ« gaeul would come back in the house from taking your kid to school and she would see you making a little mid-morning snack and she just canât help herself seeing you in your nightgown and apron đ€€đ€€
donât be surprised when gaeul inevitably presses up against you from behind while youâre slightly bent over the kitchen island as you ate your snack! đ€ you could be talking to a friend over the phone too⊠having to bite back a small whine when she palms your ass and tells you to hang up the call.. and ofc you do that bcs what else were you gonna do?? not get fucked?? come on now đ€
first it would just be little kisses on your neck and shoulders, and then sheâd have her hand in between your legs from behind and ykw i believe gaeul can be an ass sometimes! teasing you about being so wet, claiming that you probably didnât change out of that nightgown in hopes of this exact scenario happening⊠and it was true! đ€ but youâre not going to allow yourself to be the only one embarrassed here! making a comment about how gaeulâs jeans are near to bursting open bcs of the hard-on that you knew has been there the second she started driving back home to you.. yeah gaeul wasnât being as slick as she thought she was đ« đ«
apparently that was the last straw bcs then youâre laying on the couch taking gaeulâs whole cock inside you effortlessly and it felt a lot better when it wasnât dead in the night and the two of you were trying to be sneaky đ«ą even gaeul couldnât keep herself quiet at all, and has she always been so⊠chatty??
ât-the way youâve been acting lately is so⊠f-familiar⊠mmm.. iâve been trying to figure it out for d-days and⊠fuckâi finally know whyâŠ! i know what you want, darlingâŠâ
âyou donât want to fuck just for the sake of fucking, donât youâŠ? you want another oneâŠ!â
âis that what weâre doing today? hm?? youâre going to take me until we have another baby, huh?â
well when she talked like that⊠it wasnât very shocking that youâd come home with amazing news after a visit to a doctor đ«Ł
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Take From Me, Leave Nothing Left
SMUT. MINORS DNI.
This fic was an anonymous request (here)! Thank you to the requester and I hope you all like it! I had so much fun writing it teehee
Title is from "Hypnosis" by Sleep Token!
Summary: You've been texting Seonghwa all day, and when he gets home, he's about to show you how mean he can be.
Pairing: Park Seonghwa x afab Reader
Includes: overstimulation, nipple play, vibrators, dildos, gagging, needy texting, creampie, pleaseeeee practice safe sex irl!
Word count: 1.7k
Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345, @katsukis1wife,
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11:34am, Feb 02
You: Hiii Hwa Seonghwa đ: Hello my love =) You: When are you going to be homeeeeee Seonghwa đ: I have a full day my love Seonghwa đ: There is much dancing to be done You: :( Seonghwa đ: Iâll be home soon enough, I promise, darling You: Youâd better Seonghwa đ: xx
1:43pm, Feb 02
You: Can you hurry up with the dancing Seonghwa đ: Weâre dancing so fast, my love You: Please? Seonghwa đ: Just be patient for a few more hours for me, doll You: Idk I really want your cock You: But Iâll try Seonghwa đ: Good girl xx
3:57pm, Feb 02
You: Hwa, please, need you Seonghwa đ: You NEED me? You: Yes, I do Seonghwa đ: Patience is a virtue, doll You: Okay, but getting railed within an inch of my life is also a virtue Seonghwa đ: That doesnât make sense You: Please? Seonghwa đ: Iâll be home soon, promise You: Okay, hurry back Seonghwa đ: Iâll do my best, love
5:41pm, Feb 02
You: You going to be home soon? Seonghwa đ: Wrapping things up now, shouldnât be more than a few minutes! You: THANK GOD You: Was considering pulling out the vibrator Seonghwa đ: Wow Seonghwa đ: Didnât know you were disobedient as well as needy. You: Iâm not disobedient, you didnât say anything about the vibrator :) You: Whatâs a girl to do when her manâs not here to fuck her? Seonghwa đ: Just be ready for me when Iâm home.
The door creaked open, and you practically jumped up from where you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through something on your phone. âSeonghwa!â
âHi, baby.â He didnât look at you, locking the door behind him and setting his bag down. âSomeoneâs been needy today, havenât they?â
You swallowed, already hungry for whatever he had planned. âYeah, I have.â
He still didnât look at you, walking into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. âBothering me while Iâm at work.â
âIâm sorry, Hwa.â
He laughed. âDonât lie to me, youâre not sorry.â
âI just want you.â You mumbled.
âI know.â He took a sip, finally turning around to face you. âSo youâre going to get me. Youâre going to get a punishment.â
âA punishment?â
âMhm.â He tilted his head a bit. âAnd it was a busy day for me, so I think I deserve someoneâ somethingâ to take my stress out on, donât you think?â
âYeah, of course.â You breathed.
He smiled, that big grin like sunshine. âPerfect, then, baby.â He jerked his head towards the bedroom. âGo.â
You scrambled to stand up and get to the bedroom, getting your clothes off and thrown into a pile in the corner. You laid yourself out on the bed, your lingerie giving you the extra bit of confidence you needed to feel really sexy.
Seonghwa walked into the room like the wolf who knew he had the bunny cornered. You could feel your pulse quicken.
He smiled, all teeth. âAw, look at you, all ready for me.â
âYeah.â You sighed.
He leaned over you, tangling his fingers in the straps crisscrossing your chest, taking a moment to admire how they looked on your skin before he yanked towards himself, pulling you up off the bed. You struggled to get your hands under you. âHwa!â
âSir.â He said, looking at you darkly. âYou know to address me as sir. Donât make that mistake again.â
âYes, sir.â You nodded quickly.
He let go, pushing you back onto the bed. âHands and knees.â
You obeyed his command, getting yourself into position and looking over your shoulder.
âFuck.â Seonghwa groaned. âSo pretty.â
Your breath caught as he moved to the dresser, pulling out your collection of sex toys. He selected a big vibrator and walked back over. âYou want this?â
âYes, sir.â
He laughed, mumbling something to himself as he walked back over to you. He helped you take your lacy underwear off, throwing them aside with the rest of your clothes. You inhaled as you felt the vibrator touch your entrance. Seonghwa teased you with it for a little bit, then, without warning, shoved it inside.
Seonghwa was usually one for foreplay, teasing you till you were soaked, working you up slowly. Starting with just a finger before moving onto a bigger dildo, and then finally his cock. But it seemed today he was down to business as he switched the vibrator onto its highest setting and began to ruthlessly fuck you with it.
You made a sound that mightâve been a moan or a squeak or something in between, your arms shaking at the effort of keeping you up. Seonghwa kept on going, and he started talking. âYou know, you talk a lot of game for someone who can barely stay in the position Iâve asked you to. Youâd think that after all of your talk and neediness youâd be able to withstand a little more than one vibrator.â
âI can!â You moaned. âI can take it, sir.â
âOh, can you?â He teased. âCan you take more?â
âYes!â
He leaned over you and started to play with one of your nipples. âIâm gonna overstimulate you until youâre sobbing and begging me to stop, baby. And then Iâm going to keep going.â
Your mouth dropped open in a long moan, and you arched back against him.
âYeah? You like the sound of that?â His voice was almost soft.
âYes.â You whined.
âGood girl.â He whispered, just loud enough to be heard over the buzzing of the vibrator.
His pace suddenly turned from fast to punishing, and his hand worked harder at your nipple, overwhelming you with stimulation. It wasnât long until you were coming with a moan, your legs shaking.
He pulled the vibrator out and pushed you down onto your front before rolling you onto your back. His eyes surveyed your form. âBeautiful, but I need you looking a bit more debauched.â
You smiled, your mind in a bit of a post-orgasm haze. âHow do you intend to do that?â
âI intend to fuck your face and your pussy at the same time.â
Your head tilted back with a groan. âFuck, Seong-sir.â You caught yourself just in time.
He ignored your near slip-up but for a twitch of his lips. âOpen your legs.â
You did., opening your mouth too.
âI would tell you youâre a good girl, but youâre just taking a punishment, so doing whatâs expected of you doesnât deserve all that much respect, wouldnât you agree?â
Before you could respond, Seonghwa pushed the vibrator heâd just been fucking you with into your mouth, muffling a noise from you. The silicone had a strange, nearly bitter taste in your mouth, and you could taste yourself all over it. He repositioned himself, getting in a good place so he could start to fuck you with two fingers at the same time as he was fucking your face. Thankfully, he didnât turn the vibrator on, but the act was dirty enough that your entire body felt like it was on fire. You shut your eyes, settling into the sensations.
He laughed, a low sound. âFucking slut. Do you like that? Does that feel good to you?â
You nodded, moaning as he shallowly fucked your mouth.
âOf course it does.â He continued. âYou would like being treated like this.â
This continued for a while, and then he went back to the drawer to retrieve more toys, this time a gag and an even bigger dildo.
He strapped the gag onto your face, pulling on it a few times to make sure it wasnât going anywhere, and then began to fuck you with the dildo. âLook at you, taking it like a whore. Thatâs all youâre good for, isnât it? My little fucktoy.â
You moaned as much as the gag would allow. You were starting to get overwhelmed, all of the sensations so potent. You could feel every nerve in your body so strongly, especially the ones between your legs.
You werenât ready to start begging, yet. It was still on the positive side of strong, not quite edging into overstimulation just yet.
But it hit that point quickly when Seonghwa slid a couple of fingers in beside the dildo, stretching you even wider. You moaned a few times, pointing at the gag to show him you needed to tell him something. He paused for a moment to undo the straps.
âSir, itâsâ itâs so muchâ itâs too much.â
He studied your face for a moment before his mouth spread into a smile. âNo, itâs not, not yet.â
You watched as he undid his belt and took off his pants and boxers, letting his cock free.
You let out a breath looking at it. Seonghwa still had to get off, and leave it to him to get you as sensitive as possible before doing so.
He lined himself up and smirked at you before pushing inside. âFuck, slut, youâre so tight, you feel so good.â
He let both of you adjust for just a moment before starting to fuck you, his hips snapping back and forth into you. His mouth fell open as he fucked you, mumbling things in your ear. âYou feel so good around meâ, âsuch a good fucktoyâ. You shivered and moaned with every degrading name and the sensations he gave you with them. He started playing with your nipples again, and your moans turned into whines. It was so overwhelming, you were so overstimulated, but it felt so good, he felt so good.
His thrusts became more erratic, more stuttering, and his hips pushed forward one last time as you felt an unmistakable warmth filling you. You loved it when he came inside, claimed you as his.
He fell limp, and you rolled onto your side, curling into him. His arms wrapped around you, and you thought if you didnât have to, youâd never move.
But, of course, that wasnât the case, and after a few moments Seonghwa gently kissed your hair. âOkay, baby, letâs get in the shower.â
âBut âm cozy.â You grumbled.
âYouâll be even cozier once youâre clean.â He pulled out slowly, his cum spilling all over the sheets. âAnd we need clean sheets, too.â
âYouâre right, youâre right.â You sighed.
âAnd then we can cuddle after.â He smiled.
âYes please.â You smiled back. âLove you, Seonghwa.â
âLove you too, baby.â
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heyy I saw that your requests are open and I want to request how would the (yandere?) housewardens react to a darling/yuu that over time surpasses them? even tho theyre magicless and good at keeping it under wraps until perhaps when their grades are posted on the board..? like they appear to be chill and hang around friends but behind that they work hard and somewhat manage to be like the smartest in NRCđ€ I hope this you havent done this one yet and hope you have a nice dayyđđ©” tyy
.â ïœĄâ *â âĄïŸ Riddle is annoyed but satisfied in a way. Nobody ever put effort into their study and other skills so seeing you work yourself that hard, makes him a little proud. Though he thinks to himself how he is the example, he should be the one on the first spot always, you could take the second spot on the podium. So he starts to overwork himself to surpass you and put an incredible distance between both of you.
.â ïœĄâ *â âĄïŸ Leona doesn't care. You're smart. So what? Reputation and being the model student isn't something he cares about. He didn't even want to be here in the first place, yet he just can't go home and is trapped here. Though he resigned himself to merely hearing you yap happily about the topics you studied and how proud you are of yourself. You're like an annoying cat to him, one he sighs and pat its head.
.â ïœĄâ *â âĄïŸAzul is enraged that he lost a target. He was crafting such a wonderful contract, with some twisted lines and hidden meanings, but now there you go studying so hard that you surpassed him. He could congratulate you on that, but he won't. Better than this, he'll send the tweels to teach you a little lesson and with that, he'll make you sign the deal. You can't be better than him, never!
.â ïœĄâ *â âĄïŸKalim is happy and proud. He beams like the sun as he congratule you - it's not that hard to surpass him, actually. It's hard to surpass Jamil, though. Either way, Kalim throws a party at every accomplish you have, praising you on every single little thing.
.â ïœĄâ *â âĄïŸVil is satisfied. He, like Riddle, likes when people work and polish themselves to be better, yet he takes matters into his own hands if you start to overwork yourself, skipping meals and not sleeping enough. You surpassed himself by your own merit, and he is proud of you for it, so don't go drop your grades now. He is holding you to high expectations.
.â ïœĄâ *â âĄïŸIdia admires you. In a way, you're almost next to his level - really, he tries to put his effort on this, but everything is so easy that he just can't pay attention to any of this. He is smart but doesn't care about his grades or anything. He just wants the comfort of his room and games, and also you.
.â ïœĄâ *â âĄïŸ Malleus is impressed by your grades and applauds you on it. Though you couldn't never surpass him, he is far older and powerful for anyone, even you, to surpass him. But he is happy to pretend, happy that you are happy, overall just overjoyed that you're spending time with him to tell him about the things you read, and how you're going to put even more effort on your studies and club.
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HIIIIII KANA i know its a bit random but i just wanted to tell you that your work is literally my favorite ! i love every single thing you write , i always come back to it! đ«¶đ»And congratulations on your pregnancy , take caređ
n-nonnie...
THANK YOU SO MUCH AAAAAAA
#that means a lot darling thank you đ đ đ#i'm really glad you liked my writing#I haven't found the energy to finish my himbo eren series but I have been writing for my yuuta x reader x megumi fic hehe#i'm not sure if you're into jjk but if you are i hope one day you'll read my jjk fics too đ#if i could finish them that is LMAO#i'll be trying my best!#take care nonnie I LOVE YOU#kana answers stuff#kana gets some love!
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can i please request lando x single mom!reader smau?
really hope you like it! sorry that the comments are shit, very hard to come up with them. requests are open and always welcome!
fc: zara goedemans
lando norris x single mum!reader
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yourinstagram luna's birthday month!!!!!!!!!!!!âïžđđđ§Ą
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user02 lando and baby lunađ„čđ„čđ„č
francisca.cgomes counting the days till i see lunađ„°
user03 enjoy the break!!!âïž liked by author
user04 can't wait to see lando on the podium again!
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landonorris canât believe that luna is turning one soonđ„Č
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landonorris To my darling Luna, happy 1st birthday! Your giggles and smiles make every day special. I know I may not have been in your life for a very long time, but from the moment you came into my world, you've been loved as my own. Watching you grow this past year has been a blessing beyond words.Youâve brought so much love into my life, and Iâm blessed to be a part of yours for as long as youâll let me. Love you to the moon and back, princess!đ©·đ
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yourusername Lan, Iâm so grateful for you every single day. your love and support have meant everything to us, and seeing the way you step up and care for Luna just melts my heart. Thank you for being an amazing partner and an incredible father figure. Weâre very lucky to have you in our lives. I love you so so so so so muchđ«¶đ»đ
âłlandonorris forever thankful for you and lunađ
user05 HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUNA!!!!!!đ„ł
adam_norris_pure_electric grandma and grandpa are wishing baby L a very happy first birthday. We canât wait to see her! liked by author
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yourusername Happy 1st Birthday to my beautiful little girl! This past year has been a whirlwind of joy, love, and endless wonder. From your first smile to your first steps, every moment with you has been a precious gift. Watching you grow and discover the world has been the greatest adventure of my life. Your laughter lights up my days and your cuddles make everything better. Iâm so proud of the amazing little person youâre becoming and feel incredibly blessed to be your mom. I love you to the moon and back, my sweet angel.âš
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iamrebeccad auntie becca is going to to spoil her with birthday gifts very soonđ liked by author
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user08 your journey as a mom is so inspiring. happy 1st birthday to your darling girl! sheâs lucky to have such a wonderful mom!
maxverstappen1 happy birthday to baby L. a red bull teddy is on the way to her!đ liked by author and landonorris
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YANDERE HUSBAND HEADCANONS
Hello Darlings! This is an imagine I had in my drafts about a husband who just loves his wife so much he wants to care for and impregnate herđ Hope you like it!
WARNINGS â ïž: NSFW!! (Minors do NOT interact), NSFW descriptions, fem!darling, controlling husband, pregnancy mentions
-Youâve been Married to your husband for a year now and itâs been great. The biggest change was your last name changing to his and having a big rock on your finger. The second was him asking you to be a stay-at-home wifeâŠ
-You loved your job butâŠhow could you say no to all your needs being met by a man who worships and adores you? He just wants to take care of you and be comfortable. âIs that so bad of me to want for my little wifey?â He would ask while kissing the knuckle of your hand.
-He told you if you didnât like the lifestyle that you could go back to working. (As if he was gonna let that happen.) which made you feel better about just being at home all day and spending his money. And also letting you believe you had some control. But of course that wasnât the end of his plans..
-Before having unprotected sex your husband would always gush about having babies with you and how great of a mother you would be. Your face would turn red at the thought at first but then you brushed it off as your husband having baby fever. Itâll pass right?
-Ha. If only it was a phase.
-This man has been wanting to impregnate you since the first year of you two dating. He loves you so much and think life would be even more amazing if you carried and raised children together. He wants to see your big belly and be there for when you get needy and become oh so helpless with the excessive hormones.
-But despite not using protection you always tracked your period for your health. Your husband started to get into it as well to lookout for your ovulation week. His favorite time of the month.
-He would low key get a little bummed out when you would start your period. But it gave him motivation to try harderâŠgo harder⊠cum inside you harderâŠ
-Perhaps he could just do that position you liked a few days agoâŠ.you were really squeezing him and begging for more.
-Yeah by the way, this man keeps track of what positions are best for making a baby and what makes you cum hard on his cock.
-You are no dummy to his antics. It takes two to tango. You knew your husband wanted a baby andâŠletâs just say he was very convincing in his actions to want a family.. đ
-Plus you were married so there really wasnât anything to be worried about right?
-So why do you shake with anxiety as you look at the test in your hands? The reality of it hits you hard in your bathroom. You feel good but also nervous to tell him. Even though he always claims heâs wanted kids with you just couldnât help but prepare for the worst. But you also knew this would happen eventually when you let him cum inside you.
-A week prior when you two went out for dinner, your husband was the most possessive man ever. He hated when other men would even get to look at you. His grip was tighter and gaze so dark. On the way home he was holding onto your thigh as if you would fly away.
-That night you had 3 hours of raw heaven. By the end of it you remember being sticky and a bit sex drunk. Not being able to move your legs to your butt feeling sore. Your husband did not waver. You felt so full of him and content you couldnât even complain.
-âMy perfect wife, taking her husbandâs load so goodâŠâ
-A week and a missed period later your husband in question is downstairs cooking dinner for you both. He figured since youre in the shower (and taking a pregnancy test) that he would surprise you!
-You come down in a bathrobe, hand griping on the tie. âHey honey?â
-He turns his head to you, immediately becoming worried at your facial expression and appearance. Turning off the stove burners he comes over to you. âWhatâs up baby? you okay?â He puts a hand on your waist and another resting on your cheek to look at him.
-âI-Iâm pregnant..â you stutter out. You back up from him to get his full expression. His face would be surprised but then he would become red in happiness and embrace you. You blinked a few times not saying anything before your husband exclaims with watery eyes âIâm so happy!!â
-You both embraced the news and continued into the night gushing about this new chapter you started. For your husband it was more of a marker that youâre finally all his. And he canât wait for the little rascals heâll continue to fill you with.
-That night after dinner you both lay in bed with your husbands hand holding your stomach protectively. You place a hand over his, smiling and drifting to sleep before you heard your husband mumble âNow youâre all mine..â in his sleepâŠ
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heyyy!!! I just wanted to say I really love your work and this is my first time sending a request so sorry if itâs not very specific đđ
If youâre still doing requests, I was wondering if you could do a fem reader x Spencer Reid where itâs similar to your cryptic pregnancy one, except Spencer is at home with her when sheâs in labour without realising, and sheâs just in a lot of pain and it all of a sudden gets worse and sheâs just in the bathroom shouting for Spencer, he comes in and eventually works out whatâs going on, readers sort of in denial? Maybe the ambulance doesnât get there in time so Spencer has to help her give birth? Lots of fluff and hurt/comfort :)
Also completely fine if your not comfortable doing it, but again really love your work and hope you have a great day đ :)
three's a family | S.R.
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: cryptic pregnancy, traumatic birth, precipitous labor, hospitals, medical inaccuracy (its just me and google against the world), takes place after 9x7 "gatekeeper", surgery, near death experiences, periods, home birth word count: 3.16k a/n: anon i'll be so honest with u i wasn't sure if i was gonna write this but then i learned what precipitous labor was and i was like "i would not wish this on my worst enemy... i'm going to force it on y/n" BUT please keep in mind that there is a .000012 probability of this happening to you (i did the math) this is the wildest thing ive written to date i think
âIâm going to try a bath,â you murmured over to Spencer, wincing as you dragged yourself out of bed, walking at a turtleâs pace to the bathroom, hoping the warm water would soothe the cramps away.
Your period came and went as it pleased; it was just your luck that it decided to give you debilitating cramps on your one day off. Padding on the tile floor behind you, Spencer leaned against the doorframe to the bathroom, âI could run to the store and get a new heating pad.â
Sticking your hand under the tap to check the temperature, you plugged the drain once you found it to be satisfactory. You shook your head, âNo, itâs fine.â Your original heating pad mustâve gotten lost somewhere in the depths of your storage closet, but you didnât have the patience to look for it. You could manage just fine without it.
âWill you let me know if you need anything?â He asked, leaning forward to press a comforting kiss to your forehead.
Nodding, you hooked your thumbs in the waistband of your pajama pants and pulled them down, watching as Spencer pointedly flicked the bathroom fan on â something you often forgot to do.
You lasted about thirty minutes in the bath, not only was the water beginning to grow lukewarm, but if anything, your cramps were getting worse while submerged in the water. Grunting, you reached over and tugged the plug from the drain, watching as the water drained, you managed to pull yourself to a squat before you felt stuck.
Aunt Flo really had it out for you this month.
Burying your face in your hands you accepted defeat and called out for Spencer, reaching up and trying to stand again, but only succeeding in knocking over several shampoo bottles. âSpence!â You tried again, white-knuckling the edge of the bathtub as you bowed your head. A creeping feeling that this wasnât your period was beginning to rise.
You listened as your husband made his way up the stairs, turning the corner into your room, and opening the door to the ensuite. Moving quickly, Spencer dropped to a crouch in front of you, cupping your pained face in his hands, âI donât think this is your period, angel.â
Clamping your lips together to prevent yourself from crying out, you simply nodded in response. How awful was it that you were going to die, naked, in your bathtub?
Spencer wiped tears away from under your eyes â you hadnât even realized you started crying. âWhat does it feel like, darling? What else could it be?â He asked, voice urgent but gentle as he tried to stop you from panicking.
As you shook your head, you couldnât focus on anything else besides your breathing as another pain rose up through you. âItâs like a cramp, but with more pressure,â you said, depending on the bathtub and Spencer to keep you upright as your legs shook beneath you. âLike somethingâs pushing on me, kind of like I have to shit.â
Reaching behind him, Spencer dug through one of the drawers in the bathroom vanity before retrieving the handheld mirror that you used when you cut his hair. Before you could ask what he was doing, he placed the mirror at the bottom of the tub, just beneath you. âI think youâre in labor,â he announced, breaking the news to you.
âThereâs noâ fuck,â your voice broke off as you dropped your head onto Spencerâs shoulder, breathing through what was apparently a contraction. âIâm not pregnant,â you insisted as your symptoms started to make sense. You had been in labor all morning.
Nodding to himself, Spencer quickly kissed your cheek before standing up and making sure you were stable before stepping to the side.
You frowned as you looked up at him, âWhere are you going?â
He didnât go far, opening the linen closet and piling towels into his arms, âIâm getting towels to put in the tub beneath you, and then Iâm going to call an ambulance.â
âYou want me to give birth in our bathtub?â You asked, furrowing your brows quizzically before letting out a low whine as another contraction hit.
Stopping what he was doing, Spencer dropped down to you, running the flat of his palm up and down your back as he gently reminded you to breathe. âDid you want to change positions?â
Immediately, you shook your head. You already had an insurmountable task ahead of you and you saw no reason to add to that task by trying to move. âThis is fine. Squatting is good, right?â
Nodding assuredly, Spencer smoothed your hair away from your face, âGravity can help the baby descend the birth canal, and some people even say that the position can increase the pelvic diameter.â
While you were currently less concerned with the diameter of your pelvis and more concerned with feeling like your body was being split open, you continued going through the motions as he called for an ambulance, trying to explain the situation to the dispatcher.
âHave you been timing your contractions?â Spencer asked, tilting his head at you curiously as the dispatcher spoke on the phone.
Releasing a groan, you gripped the ledge of the tub, âI didnât know they were contractions!â
Relaying that information over the phone, Spencer dropped to his knees in front of you, âOkay, Iâll do it. Iâll take care of it.â He continued to reassure you, taking one look at your desperate expression before ending the call with the dispatcher.
He understood that you were vulnerable right now, and you didnât want that broadcasted to a stranger on the phone. If you werenât so preoccupied with remembering to breathe, youâd be more grateful. After a contraction ebbed away, Spencer stood up.
âI have to go unlock the door for the paramedics,â he told you, keeping a wary eye on you. âIâll be right back,â he comforted you as he took one last look at you before tearing out of the bathroom.
In record speed, he returned to the bathroom as promised, âItâs bad,â you cried, the pressure on your pelvis becoming insufferable.
Crouching in front of you, Spencer studied your face before he spoke carefully, âI have to check your cervix.â
Despite his carefully chosen words, your lips still parted in shock, âYou have to what?â
âIâll use my hand to measure how dilated you are, and then⊠weâll go from there,â he told you, nodding almost imperceptibly. At this point, you werenât sure who he was trying to reassure â you or him. âDo you trust me?â
âYes,â you answered instantly, âindefinitely.â
You bit down on your lip as you let Spencer check you, understanding entirely why people choose to get epidurals â this was horribly uncomfortable. âOn the next contraction, you need to push, okay?â
For just a moment, your breathing faltered as your scared eyes met his, âSpence, wait,â you pleaded.
Smoothing your hair back, your husband did everything he could to comfort you, âWhat is it, love?â He asked, his voice soft.
âIâm scared,â you confessed, voice cracking ever so slightly as tears flooded your lash line.
He leaned forward to gently kiss your lips before pulling away to press his forehead to yours, "I've got you. You're going to be fine. You're both going to be fine."
You could see his carotid pounding, and somehow the fact that he was secretly as scared as you was more comforting than the words that came from his mouth. As you pushed, you focused on everything that Spencer was saying instead of the pain. Donât push for more than eight seconds. Remember to breathe. Your body will know what to do. I love you. I love you. I love you.
By the time Spencer was saying something about the head, your hearing had gone muffled. âYouâre doing so well, baby,â you made out his voice and nodded dazedly. âYouâre wonderful. Iâm so proud of you â just a little more,â he cajoled.
Taking a moment to breathe, your ears and eyes focused as shaky breaths filled your lungs.
âIâm sorry I canât be more helpful,â he murmured, dropping a kiss on your bare shoulder as he comforted you, continuing to keep you upright.
You shook your head, sniffling as your eyes screwed shut, âYouâre perfect. Donât stop. Keep talking,â you begged, needing something to focus on other than the pain.
âThereâs about a point zero four percent chance of you getting pregnant and not finding out until youâre in labor,â he told you, hoping that the information would help you wrap your head around what was happening to you. âOne to three in one hundred people have a precipitous labor,â he continued to speak as you pushed, and you wondered what the odds of you squeezing his hand so hard that you did damage were.
Against your better judgment, you looked down to check your progress, âHoly fuck,â you said breathlessly. You werenât entirely clueless, you knew that once you got past the shoulders the remaining pushes would be easier. You also found yourself grateful that Spencer knew what he was doing â this was, after all, the second baby he had delivered.
You bore down, determined to get the baby out while Spencer untangled your hands, bringing his own down to catch the baby. Out of breath, you panted heavily as you started to feel lightheaded. âDone,â Spencer said quickly, âitâs done. I have him.â
Carefully, Spencer held the baby along the length of his forearm, rubbing the tiny newbornâs back. âCome on, come on, come on,â he muttered under his breath, and it dawned on you that the baby wasnât crying.
At the realization, your legs finally gave out from beneath you, watching with wide eyes as Spencer tried to clear your sonâs lungs. White hot tears streamed down your face as you whispered, âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, Iâm sorry.â You took a gasping breath as you silently pleaded for a cry, âI didnât know,â you sobbed, guilt building a pit in your stomach.
With bleary eyes, you looked on as the baby finally spluttered and let out a wail. âThere you go,â Spencer cooed softly, his own voice stiff with emotion as he cradled the baby and handed him off to you.
You were still sobbing as you held the baby to your chest, âIâm so sorry,â you continued to babble, watching as Spencer briefly disappeared into the bedroom before returning with a blanket and wrapping it around the both of you. While holding the baby, your vision started to blur around the edges.
Watching you intently, Spencer cupped your face in his hands, âI love you.â
Nodding, your face crumpled before you responded, âI love you too.â
When the paramedics announced themselves, Spencer called out for them, not wanting to leave your side. The two of you focused your attention on the wriggling baby in your arms.
He was premature â too little to stay with you in the recovery room. The NICU doctor had estimated that he was born at approximately 32 weeks, meaning heâd likely need to spend a few weeks in intensive care. âI want to see him,â you said insistently, looking over as Spencer as he fussed over you.
âYou just had abdominal surgery,â Spencer responded simply, as if that was meant to clarify everything for you. He continued fluffing your pillow, which wasnât entirely productive considering you were lying on the pillow.
As it turned out, you had experienced what was called a precipitous birth, or a rapid birth. It tended to be dangerous, and the fact that you did it in your bathtub only heightened that danger. You reached your arm out for Spencer, âcâmere,â you muttered, trying to get him to stop fretting. âDid you listen to anything that the doctor just said?â
Spencer nodded in understanding, âLots of rest, no physical exertion, IV medication for now-â
âDid you hear the part where he said I was going to be okay?â You asked, raising your eyebrows at him curiously, you watched as he took your hand in his and sat on the edge of your bed. âIâm going to be fine,â your voice was determined, you had a few small incisions on your abdomen from the surgery to repair a tear in your uterus. âThank you for looking after me,â you whispered.
Your husband gently smoothed your hair back from your face, âI shouldâve noticed it sooner.â
Using all of your strength, you squeezed his hand comfortingly, âYou were incredible,â you assured him. âIf it werenât for you, neither of us wouldâve made it.â
He shook his head, âDonât say that.â
Raising your eyebrows, you cocked your head to the side, âItâs true. I couldnât have done it on my own, Iâm so, so thankful for you, my love.âÂ
You had passed out in the ambulance as a direct result of blood loss, so you were brought to a trauma bay as soon as you made it to the hospital. Once they were in the ER, the baby was taken to the NICU, leaving Spencer with a lot of decisions to make.
When you woke up in the recovery room, the first thing you did was ask about the baby.
Spencer, of course, had been up to see him. The nurses claimed he seemed like a fighter, and Spencer knew the survival odds of a 32-weeker, so he turned his attention to you. Every other option had already failed, so the next option was a laparoscopy. Your husband admitted that while it seemed extreme, the very last choice was a hysterectomy, and he didnât want to make that decision.
Furrowing your brows, âWhen can I see the baby?â You asked, not entirely sure how to refer to the infant just yet. It wasnât until then that you realized you needed to name him at some point â your son.
âOnce your blood pressure goes up,â Spencer told you with an authoritative tone. âYou lost a lot of blood in the ambulance, but the blood transfusions will bring your blood pressure back up.â
Tilting your head to the side, you glared at your husband, âAnd is this rule from a doctor with a medical degree or a doctor whose name is on my marriage certificate?â
In response, Spencer shrugged, sitting in the beige armchair at the side of your bed, âThatâs a secret Iâll never tell.â
You rolled your eyes dismissively, âWill you go see him?â
He leaned over the edge of your bed, taking your hand in his. âI can, will you be alright on your own?â
Nodding almost imperceptibly, you squeezed his hand affectionately, âI just donât want him to be alone.â You whispered as tears pricked your eyes, you took your free hand and waved at your face, âgod, whatâs wrong with me?â
âA sudden drop of estrogen and progesterone immediately following birth causes mood swings. Nothing is wrong with you, your body is acting naturally,â Spencer explained patiently, dropping a gentle kiss on your lips.
You sighed before melting back into your pillows, âAt least something about this feels natural,â you responded. Your brain felt like a spinning top, while your body felt like you were being weighed down by an elephant in a commercial for COPD medication.
The fact that the NICU nurse informed you that your son had a ninety-five percent chance of living a completely normal life did nothing to calm your nerves. Heâd have to stay in the NICU for a few weeks and you tried to convince yourself that the extra time to prepare for him to come home would be good for you, but the idea of leaving him alone at the hospital â save for a small army of doctors and nurses â put a pit of dread in your chest.
Spencer had the forethought to warn you about the tubes and wires that he was hooked up to, ranging from oxygen to a feeding tube. âHeâs been undergoing red light therapy to be treated for jaundice, but you can hold him for a while if you want to,â the nurse told you, leading the both of you through the NICU as Spencer steered your wheelchair through the hospital.
Your breathing hitched when you finally saw him, this tiny stowaway that had been growing inside of you for the last several months, and he was just so little. While you were still in your own room, you had convinced yourself that youâd hold him, but now you werenât so convinced.
According to the sign in his room, he weighed three pounds and ten ounces and was sixteen inches long. He was sound asleep in an incubator, a small hat on top of his head, âSpence,â you breathed.
Behind you, your husband placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, âI know.â
âDid you want to hold him?â The nurse asked you gently, looking over at one of the machines that he was hooked up to.
Genuinely, you didnât know. âIs⊠is that okay?â You asked, wiping your sweaty palms on the blanket draped across your legs.
The nurse gave you a knowing look, âEven better than okay, itâll be good for him to have that kind of contact from both of his parents.â
Frowning, you watched as it took two nurses to break him out of his acrylic prison before they carefully placed him on your chest, making sure you were okay before they stepped back. Your movements were stiff at first, you had never held a baby this small before, but you eventually remembered to breathe and gently cooed at the baby in your arms.
Spencer crouched down next to you and started to ask the nurse a bunch of questions that he had likely been holding in for hours, but you just kept your eyes on the sleeping baby. He was too small to open his eyes, but everyone assured you that heâd get there.
The nurse stepped out to give you some privacy, leaving the door open just in case you needed something, âThis doesnât seem quite as difficult while Iâm holding him.â You knew there was a steep learning curve ahead, but with a newborn on your chest, the pit in your heart dissipated.
âThatâs called oxytocin,â Spencer said, sitting in a chair, eyes fixated on the infant in your arms.
Humming, you skimmed the pad of your thumb across your sonâs tiny back, âHe looks like you,â you observed quietly, they had the same nose.
Your husband smiled softly, âYou canât possibly tell which parent he takes after yet,â he informed you.
âAnd yet, I know he looks like you,â you insisted softly, and Spencer didnât push back. âYou look like your daddy,â you whispered to the baby, âhe was the first one to hold you, you know?â You looked over at Spencer, âheâs been my superhero for four years, and now he gets to be yours too.â
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Hii there!! Can you write something about George Weasley where he and the reader have been really good friends for a while but start secretly dating because of some stupid rule like quidditch players canât date during the season or something like that? And they get caught by their friends being intimate after a game?
Ps: love your writing style so much, your fics are so easy to get into and beautifully writtenđ
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| George Weasley x fem!reader
cw: light smut (heavy petting/making out), sneaking around/secret relationship, jealous!george, assault via bludger, oliver wood is a cock block.
MDNI 18+
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You were walking down the hall with Luna, chatting about the results your divination exam, when a hand shot out and yanked you into a dark, empty classroom.
âFancy seeing you here,â your captor said in a very familiar, cheeky voice.
âYou can't just kidnap me, Weasley.â You cross your arms over your chest, jutting out a hip.
âKidnapping is a bit dramatic.â Georgeâs hands slide around your waist. âCan't a bloke want to spend a few moments with his girl?â He leaned down, his lips brushing along the column of your throat.
You craned your head back for him, wrapping your arms around his neck. âPerhaps. But still, some warning would be nice.â
His lips connected with yours in a soft, languid kiss. âConsider yourself warned,â he grinned.
You breathed a content sigh, taking your fingers through his ginger hair while he peppered featherlight kisses along your cheeks, your forehead, your eyelids. The last few weeks had been so challenging thanks to Woods new rule about dating during Quidditch season.
You and George had been circling one another since fourth year, waiting for the right moment to dip your toes into something more than friendship. And of course, when the stars finally aligned, Wood had to throw a wrench in your new relationship. So now, instead of basking in your honeymoon phase, you were forced to sneak around, hiding your relationship from everyone.
But Fred, obviously. George couldn't lie to his twin even if he wanted to.
âYou're in your head, darling,â George murmured, pulling back to look at your face in the dim light.
âAm not,â you argued, dragging your hands down his chest and sliding them under his robes. The sweater beneath was soft and thick, warm from his body heat.
âWhat are you thinking about?â He kissed your temple, across your cheekbone, beneath your earâŠ
You hummed, leaning into him, soaking up his heat, his unhurried affection.
âLove?â He prodded, nipping at your ear.
âJust how much I like you,â you whispered, resting your chin on his sternum when he pulled back.
A smile spread across his freckled face. âMy sweet girl,â he cooed. âI like you too.â
You pressed your lips to his, brushing your tongue along his lower lip, and his hands tightened on your waist. He parted his lips for you to delve deeper, matching every stroke of your tongue with his until you were panting, clawing at his sweater to get closer.
He backed you against a desk, his hand sliding under your skirt to squeeze your ass, notching your hips against his. A gasp squeaked for your throat when he ground himself against you, already growing sensitive.
He chuckled. âGonna to have to be quiet fâme, love. Don't want go get caught with a Beater, aye?â
You nodded, clamping your lips shut.
The Quidditch season was only three months. How hard could it be?
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Quidditch practice ran late for the third night in a row, and you were desperate for some attention from your boyfriend.
You lurked by the Gryffindor locker rooms, waiting for George to emerge, freshly showered in his favorite hoodie and sweats. Your mouth nearly watered at the thought.
But player after player trailed out of the locker room, and no George. You were getting impatient, shifting form foot to foot when you spotted Fred walking with Ron, chatting animatedly about the match this weekend.
You grabbed Fredâs wrist and yanked him to the corridor you were hiding.
âOi! Whatâoh, hey y/n.â He smirked down at you, waggling his eyebrows. âWrong twin, butââ
âEw, Fred! No! Where's George?â
Fred snickered. âStill in the shower. Pitch was muddy and he got a face full from Thomas.â
You grimaced. âOuch.â
âYeah, he was livid. But, he's the last one in there if you want to cheer him up.â Fred winked and slipped back into the hall, leaving you to your mischief.
You scampered down the corridor and into the locker room, following the trail of steam until you found the only drawn curtain. George was humming to himself, tapping his feet on the tile floor.
You clapped a hand over your mouth to avoid laughing and ruining the surprise, and perched on the bench across from the curtain to wait.
A few moments later, the water cut off and his hand poked through the curtain, grabbing the red towel off the hook.
The curtain ripped open, and George yelped in surprise, nearly dropping the towel slung low around his hips.
âFancy seeing you here.â You grinned.
âYou little minx.â He grabbed you off the bench and into his still damp chest, kissing you fiercely. âI was just about to come see you,â he said between sloppy kisses, backing you against a row of lockers.
âWere you?â You giggled as his lips moved down your neck, sending tingles skittering across your skin. You dragged your nails cross his bare back, admiring the way his muscles jumped at your touch.
âCouldn't stand another night without you,â he admitted. He started undoing the buttons of your blouse, clearly feeling as desperate as you did based on the tent in his towel.
âEager, are we?â You teased, hiking your leg over his hip as his hand slid into your skirt.
His middle finger swiped through your slit, teasing your clit with small circles. Pleasure pulsed through you, making your eyes roll back. âSomeone is. Already soaked for me, love,â he groaned, capturing your lips in another bruising kiss as he toyed with you.
âFuck, Georgie,â you whined, bucking your hips against his hand.
âMerlin, I missed you.â
âWeasley, you still in here?â Wood called his voice echoing around room.
âBloody fuckingâstall, now.â George slipped his fingers from you and into his mouth, ushering you into the shower stall he just vacated. The air was still humid and scented by his vanilla body wash. No, your vanilla body wash, you realized, spotting the bottle you'd been missing still sitting on the shelf.
âStill hanginâ around, Wood?â You heard George say.
âI wanted to talk to yaâ about somethinâ,â Oliver said, and you saw his boots enter the shower room from under the curtain.
âCan I put trousers on first?â
Oliver snorted. âSure, mate.â
You heard George shuffling around, pulling on his clothes.
âFucking trousers don't hide shit,â he grumbled to himself and you had a stifle another laugh. âAlright, Wood. What's on your mind?â
âYou've been distracted, Weasley. Missing bludgers, ignoring plays, it's not like you to not take Quidditch seriously,â Oliver said, and you frowned.
George sighed. âIt's, ah, there's an assignment in Herbology that's gone tits up. Damn plant won't grow,â George said.
âUh huh,â Wood answered, clearly not buying it. âWell, maybe it's time your sort out your priorities, mate. Not sure a plant is worth throwing the season, if yaâ know what I mean. We need our best Beater, yeah?â
Your stomach dropped, indignation at Woods words colliding with the newfound guilt in your mind. George loved Quidditch. You didn't want to be the reason he wasn't playing well. But alsoâŠwhat if that meant Quidditch was higher priority to him? Where did that leave you?
âUnderstood, Captain.â George's voice was cold, a stark contrast to his usual chipper demeanor, and it raised goosebumps along your arms.
Oliver clapped him on the shoulder and left the locker room, evidently oblivious to the shift in George. The door clicked shut behind him, echoing around the empty room.
George tugged the shower curtain open, startling you from your spiralling thoughts. He immediately clocked the distress on your face, the corners of his mouth turning downward. âOh, loveyââ
âI didn't know I was impacting the team,â you mumbled, looking down at your shoes.
George tilted your chin up, his other arm wrapping around your waist. âBaby, the teams fine. Wood just has a stick up his ass. I played great today, and always do when you're in the stands watching me.â
It was true. Some of his best games had been in the last month you'd been together.
âAnd besides, I don't need to sort out my priorities.â He bumped his nose against yours. âYou always come first, y/n.â
Your heart soared, heat creeping up your neck. âBefore Quidditch?â You asked, curling your hands into his hoodie.
âBefore everything.â He kissed you softly, with no real pressure, just feeling you against him, and all your anxiety fell away. âCâmon, Freddie's going to a Hufflepuff party tonight, so we've got my dorm to ourselves.â
You kissed him again, smiling. âSounds perfect.â
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Brooms whizzed over your houseâs section, whipping your scarf around your head.
âGo George!â You cheered, when he drifted nearby, twirling the bat in his gloved hand.
He flashed you a wink before banking left, whacking the snot out of bludger that was hurdling straight for Ron. It rocketed across the pitch and directly into the other houses Seeker, giving Harry the advantage.
âWoohoo!â You cheered with the rest of the student body. âWeasley! Weasley! Weasley!â
âGood game, aye?â A guy sidled up next you, leaning against the railing. You sort of recognized him from your Potions class, but couldn't be sure.
âGreat game,â you replied, turning your attention back to the match and your boyfriend.
âAre you fan? Of Quidditch, I mean?â
âMhmmâgo Ron!â You cheered, tuning him out.
âI'm Gus, by the way. We're in the same Potions class?â
âHi, Gus.â You give him a tight smile, hoping he takes the hint.
âYâknow, maybe we could study together sometime. Merlin knows Potions isn't my strong suit, but you seem pretty smartââ
âGet after it, Harry!â You roared as the Seeker flew overhead, the snitch just a few feet out in front of him.
âWhat do you think, y/n?â Gus prodded.
Irritation prickled up your neck. âI'm not sure I have time to tutor someone.â
Gusâ smile faltered. âWell, what about the next match, then? Maybe we could sit together.â He scooted closer you, infringing on your already limited space.
You squirmed closer to your friend on the other side of you, who was too wrapped up in the match to notice your discomfort. âNo thanks, Gus.â
âOh, câmon. I promise I'm a nice guy.â He dropped his hand on your knees, and you wrenched yourself away.
âDon't fucking touch meââ
A deafening crack sounded from across the pitch and you both startled, turning back towards the match. A bludger was barreling straight towards your section. You screamed as it slammed into the post less than half a meter from Gus' head, ripping through the wood with a resounding boom and scattering splinters across the section.
You jumped back, falling into your friends laps, and Gus shrieked like a banshee, his face blanching white at how close it had come to taking his head clean off his shoulders.
An ear-splitting whistle interrupted the resulting chaos.
âWeasley, out!â Madame Hootch hollered.
You straightened in alarm, finding George hovering at the center of the pitch, his bat gripped tightly in his hand. His eyes were locked on Gus, dark and smug, a smirk tugging at the edges of his mouth.
âGeorge, land!â Wood bellowed, and George finally floated back to earth. You could hear Oliver shouting, but couldn't see George from your seat.
You fought your way out of the stands, trying to push your way towards the locker room.
Gryffindor was booing the call, chanting âWeasley!â at the top of their lungs. Without George, unless Harry caught the snitch, the match was basically forfeit.
Your mind raced from the adrenaline. Did George do it on purpose? And if he did, why would he jeopardize the match like that?
You found him in the locker room, undoing the ties on his robe. He was still in his uniform, sweaty and smeared with dirt, his hair flat from the helmet.
âGeorge,â you said, and he looked up.
âLove, what are you doing down here?â He frowned, reaching for you, but you held your ground, crossing your arms over your chest. His frown deepened.
âDid you do that on purpose?â You demanded.
âOf course I did,â he responded, not a trace of hesitation in his voice.
âWhy? They won't win without you!â
âI don't care about the bloody match, y/n.â
You blinked at him. âWhat?â
George walked over to you, cradling your face in his gloved hands. âThat guy was bothering you, yeah?â
You almost denied it, but found yourself nodding, unable to lie to him.
âAnd you thought I was going to sit back and let someone make you uncomfortable? My girl? Fuck no.â
You giggled, his protectiveness spurring a wave of affection and dissolving your anger. âI think nearly killing him was a bit much,â you snickered.
âAre you questioning my aim?â
âJust your sanity.â
He pinched your cheeks together in his still gloved hand, shaking you slightly. âI'll always protect you, brat. And if that makes me a madman, so be it.â
You swatted his hands away before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him down for kiss. He tasted of salt and peppermints, his skin smelling of turf and fresh air, with a hint of that masculine musk that made your head go a little fuzzy.
He kissed you back, catching your lower lip between his teeth and sucking gently. You moaned against him, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth and taste you.
âI'm done hiding,â he murmured when you both came up for air. âAnd Wood can bugger off.â
The mixing shouting of the crowd filled the quiet air around you. âRavenclaw scores another twenty points!â Lee declared, his voice notably unenthused.
George shook his head with a smug chuckle, leaning his forehead against yours. âSee? They need me.â
âWeasley!â Oliver shouted, startling you both. George looked up, tightening his grip around you. Oliver didn't even bother to act surprised. âYou're back in,â he sighed.
A grin split George's handsome face, making your heart flutter.
âGood man,â he replied, dropping a peck onto your lips before doing his helmet and running back out onto the pitch to the roar of the crowd.
âWeasley! Weasley! Weasley!â
â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â â
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Pre/No-outbreak!Joel Miller x f!Reader
Summary: during a fight with Joel, he unknowingly sends you into a panic attack caused by your previous experiences. he deeply regrets it. (based on this wonderful ask!)
Tags: heavy ANGST, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending (there's also fluff), established relationship, petnames, soft!Joel (he's trying his best fr đ„ș). Several years pre outbreak. please read the warnings carefully
Warnings: fighting, talk and mention about previous abusive relationship, panic attack, emotional distress, self-destructive thoughts
Word count: 4K
A/N: i wrote it partially based on experiences with my own panic attacks, but i know everyone's is different. if there's a warning i missed, please let me know. also i want this man to take care of me so much đą anyway, stay safe, darlings, and as always: happy reading and i hope you'll enjoy!! đ comments and feedback are greatly appreciated đ
It had been a rough couple of weeks. Things at your work were rocky to say the least, what with your boss firing several people every week and cutting your salary. Joel didnât have it much better â from what you understood, two clients suddenly canceled their order, and Tommy got himself thrown into jail, again, breaking his longest record to date. On top of that, little Sarah went down with some kind of flu that was raging in schools recently, and for the last two weeks one of you had to be home with her almost all the time.
So it was probably no wonder that the tension and stress became too much at one point, and you both snapped.
It was about the play at Sarahâs school.
âYou promised her, Joel! She was talking about it for the entire week.â
âItâs not my fault we have to go out of town on this date,â he answered through clenched teeth, pinching the bridge of his nose and not looking up at you. âI tried to reschedule, but the commissioning party refused. I canât help it, for fuckâs sake.â
You were glad Sarah wasnât home right now to listen to your fight. You dropped her off earlier at her friendâs house because she wanted to practice lines for the play they were doing next week. The play that Joel was apparently planning to miss.
You adored Joel â god, you loved him with all that you had â but he could be so stubborn sometimes, it was driving you up the fricking wall.
âItâs your kid, Joelââ
âYeah, itâs my kid!â he raised his voice, only now lifting his head. His stare was cold and hard, so unlike how he usually looked at you. âNot yours.â
âAre you kidding me?!â you shouted, hurt by his words and the tone he used. âIâve been taking care of her, loving herâ She is like a daughter to me!â
âBut still not yours,â he repeated harshly. That was a low blow, especially when he told you so many times that you might not be Sarahâs biological mother, but itâs obvious you love her like sheâs your own blood.
âYouâre only saying that âcause you know Iâm right,â you snarled angrily, and Joel huffed a humorless laugh.
âOf course. You always know better, dontâcha?â He stood up, towering over you, but you didnât back down. If anything, it only made you more mad, as if he was doing this to intimidate you. âIâm sorry Iâm such a terrible father in your eyes, but I have to think about earning money. Especially since itâs only a matter of time âtill that asshole boss of yours will fire you, too.â
âWhat the fuckâs that supposed to mean?! You really think so lowly of me to say it wonât be long until I get fired?â
âI donâtâ Christ, youâre puttinâ words in my mouth again.â
âAgain. Of course.â You spat out and took your sweatshirt from the couch, done with him and this conversation. âIâm going to my home,â you told him dryly. Joelâs nostrils flared and he took a step forward.
âNo, youâre not.â
âFuckinâ watch me,â you muttered under your breath, but loud enough for him to hear.
âWe are not finished!!â Joel screamed, his booming voice echoing throughout the house.
It felt like a slap. In one second you froze, all your muscles seized up and a feeling of coldness gripped your heart and throat, sending panic flooding your veins. The sweatshirt you were holding slipped out from your stiff fingers.
Joel has never raised his voice at you like that. Never with such anger and fury. There was a bite to his tone that you couldnât explain, but which you knew very well â the telltale sign that you went too far, and the other personâs patience was at an end, that now you were going to pay for it.
Your previous boyfriend taught you what it means. It meant bruises and split lips, and screaming when you started cryingâŠ
Joel noticed the shift in your behavior right away, and his anger immediately ebbed, replaced by confusion and concern.
âDarlinâ?â he murmured the pet name, though it rolled off his tongue heavily and with difficulty.
He was still furious at you and your refusal to understand what he was going through, but it all died down when he saw how wide, how empty your eyes were. Your knees buckled, and you looked like you could fall down at any moment.
Joel didnât have any idea what was happening with you â but knew that whatever it was, it was his fault.
You, in the meantime, felt like you couldnât breathe. The man in front of you â you werenât even sure anymore who that was â took a step forward with his hand lifted, and you quickly backed away, stumbling in the process.
âNo! N-no, no, please, Iâm sorryââ you started blabbering and sobbing, wrapping one arm around your middle to protect all the main internal organs. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean toââ
âNo, you didnâtâŠâ
âPlease⊠Iâm sorry, I swear,â you cried, trembling at this point, but not daring to escape the room. âIâll be better, just donât⊠Please, donâtâŠâ
Joelâs heart broke when he saw you bursting into tears and trying to make yourself as small as possible. All his anger disappeared in a cloud of smoke, replaced by the overpowering need to comfort the girl he loved.
But you seemed so scared when he wanted to come closer⊠And he didnât know how to proceed.
âYou didnât do anything wrong,â he repeated in an even softer tone, his eyebrows scrunching in worry. âSweetheart⊠Mânot gonna hurt you.â
He took another slow step forward, but that seemed to already be too much, because the trembling intensified and you practically slumped against the wall, one arm around your stomach, and the other squeezing your throat tightly. Joel feared to know the reason why you would do that to yourself.
âStop, pleaâ I canâtâ Iâm sorry, Iâm sorryâŠâ
âNo, itâs okay, my baby, itâs alrightâŠâ
He fell down to his knees next to you and reached to take you in his arms, but you started shaking your head violently, backing away and squirming out of his reach.
âNo, no, please, Iâm sorry! Donâtâ donât touch me!!â
A bile rose up in his throat, and he retreated his hands, holding them low in front of him to show heâs not going to do anything.
âItâs alright, babygirl,â he muttered chokingly, feeling completely helpless and lost about what to do. âYou⊠youâre safe.â
You were crying uncontrollably now, though it seemed like you tried to stifle the never-ending sobs and tears flowing out of your eyes, in result making your entire body shake. You flinched â actually flinched â when Joel opened his mouth, and your fingers around your throat tightened their grip.
âNo,â Joel said decisively, breaking your wish and grabbing your wrists, moving them away from your neck where red crescents started to form. âBaby, please, donât.â
âLet go!!â It was hard to distinguish the words from between your cries, but the message your body language was conveying was clear as day. âNo, donât⊠meâŠâ You sobbed again, quickly weakening despite your efforts. âIâm sorry, Iâm sorryâŠâ
âCome âere,â Joel whispered in a voice full of pain, carefully shifting closer and wrapping his arms around you, though being careful not to make you feel too crowded or trapped. âShhh⊠itâs Joel, darlinâ, mâhere.â
Surprisingly, you let him hold you â maybe it was just because you didnât have strength to resist and fight back anymore, Joel thought, but maybe you recognized him. Maybe it was both. But the tears didnât stop. No matter how gently he stroked your back or whispered reassuring words, you couldnât seem to stop crying.
Several times in the next couple of minutes you tried to grasp your neck or arm again, but every time he delicately, though firmly, moved them away. You still babbled half-intelligible apologies and pleas, and each time your voice broke or hitched on another fearful word, Joelâs heart was shattering into a million pieces all over again.
âIâm sorryâŠâ you sobbed again, trembling in his arms. âIâm sorry, donât hurt me, p-pleaseâ...â
âMy darlinâ...â Joel held you closer and more securely in his arms, rocking you back and forth. âSweetheart, my sweet, sweet girl⊠Iâm never gonna hurt you, I swear.â He planted soft, delicate kisses on your hair. Even though he wanted to hug you tightly, to show you how much he loves and cares about you, he restrained himself and tried to keep his touch as gentle as possible. âI swear, my babygirl, mâsorry, so sorry for screaminâ... Didnât mean to.â
You were still crying, albeit weaker now, in his arms, clinging to him like your life depended on it. Joel could feel your nails digging themselves into the skin of his back, but it was the furthest thing on his mind â hell, he could start bleeding and still it wouldnât be as important as comforting you at this moment. Better him than you.
âI love you sâmuch, my babygirl, my life,â Joel continued murmuring into the top of your head, feeling close to crying himself when your tears seemingly couldnât stop flowing. âMâso sorry. I wonât ever hurt you like that again, I swearâŠâ
His words, though full of love and compassion, rolled off you like water off a duckâs back, and you still couldnât locate yourself, couldnât tether your being to this world and make sense of the difference between what you knew should happen, and what was actually happening.
Your whole body was hurting, yes, but it wasnât the pain of being repeatedly hit. You could barely hear your own cries, but it wasnât because of vicious and cruel words being thrown at you. You knew it was Joel you were clinging to, and he never hurt you in this way, but⊠but you also were never so angry at each other. You never fought like this â and experience taught you that crossing that invisible line will carry certain consequences.
You werenât angry now. You were scared. And confused.
âJoel,â you whimpered between gasps, struggling to breathe through your rapid sobs. âIâm sorry. Please, donâtâ donât go.â
âMânot leavinâ ya, babygirl.â He spoke into your hair, closing his eyes. âMânot goinâ anywhere.â
You were calming down a little now, the sobs wrecking your body and breaking Joelâs heart dying down, though you were still shivering. Joel continued to hold and soothe you the best he could.
And wondered who mustâve hurt his darling so much that youâd react so badly.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered after a while, sniffling into Joelâs chest, but trying not to get snots on his shirt. Joel sighed sadly, but his hold on you just tightened.
âNo, babygirl, my darlinâ...â He pressed his lips to your hairline, stroking your back with his other hand. âYou have nothinâ to be sorry for, I swear. Itâs okay.â
âItâs not,â you whimpered pitifully, unable to stop another wave of tears from falling. âIâm sorry I reacted like that. I know⊠Joel, I know you wonât hurt me. Baby, please.â You took his head in your hands, searching his eyes with fear painted across your face. âIâm so sorry, wasnât thinking andâŠâ
âHey. Love, itâs fine.â He placed his own hands on your cheeks, stroking lightly your damp skin with his thumbs. âDonât say that. Mânot angry at you and would never be because of that. Itâs⊠itâs okay.â He petted your hair, trying to relax for your sake, but his chest remained tight. âItâs gonna be okay, I promise.â
You nodded weakly, though you werenât sure if you believed him. Joel swallowed heavily and nodded after a while, too.
âOkay. I⊠Iâll run you a bath,â he whispered, but you held his hand tighter and shook your head with tears gathering in your eyes again.
âNo, no! Just s-stay with me, please.â
Joel took your face in his hands, but you closed your eyes, feeling too vulnerable and exhausted to even try to maintain eye contact.
âIâm here, baby. Câmon, just hold onto me.â
He waited until your arms were around his neck before slowly standing up and tucking you securely in his arms. You hid your wet face in the crook of Joelâs neck, breathing in his soothing smell and trying to calm your breathing, which you still found difficult.
Neither of you said anything when he took you to the bathroom, sat down on the toilet seat and started to fill the bathtub with water and soothing oils. You just watched him, wiping your nose every once in a while.
Still remaining silent, Joel extended his hand and helped you stand up. Then, almost with fearful hesitation, he touched the hem of your shirt, sending you a questioning look. You just nodded, not having strength to undress yourself, and lifted your arms, letting him take your clothes off.
You didnât let go of his hand even after he guided you to sit in the tub. You couldnât bear being alone with your thoughts right now, and Joel, being as wonderful of a man as he was, stayed by your side as the warmth from the water seeped through your tired bones.
Another several minutes passed before he finally asked the question that was gnawing at him since the very beginning. You mustâve subconsciously known it was coming, cause it didnât even surprise you.
âWho was it?â he asked quietly. His hand was still caressing your palm with the gentlest of touches, but his eyes were like ice, full of hidden rage and hatred. âWho did this to you, darlinâ?â
You wrapped your arms around yourself, not sure whether to answer or not. Ever since you got to know him, Joel has been nothing but kind and understanding, never pressuring you into doing or saying something you didnât want⊠but you had a feeling he wasnât going to let the matter drop.
And honestly, you were afraid to tell him. To admit how your previous relationship looked and what exactly happened to make you act so strongly about something so small. Because⊠what if heâll realize how broken you are, how much effort itâd take to put up with you, and heâll leave? Even if he was willing to take care of you, it was really unlikely that heâd stay â even if he says that now.
You were doing good until today. You managed to hide the issues you had with yourself and all the pain you carried inside, never letting Joel know that something was wrong with you. But now he⊠he willâŠ
You didnât want him to leave. He made your life so much better and you loved him to pieces with all your heart, as weak and broken as it was.
You couldnât lose him.
âOh, babyâŠâ Joelâs hands cupped your cheeks so carefully and lovingly that you almost started weeping again. âMânot goinâ anywhere. I love ya so much. Youâre never gonna lose me.â
You didnât realize you said those words out loud, but even so, somehow his affirmations didnât make you feel any better. You wanted them to comfort you, but if anything, they just made you feel sick.
âIâm afraid youâre gonna leave someday,â you whispered hoarsely, keeping your eyes on the slowly disappearing bubbles. âI know Iâm being selfish, but I donât want you to. Youâre the best thing that ever happened to me, Joel. IâŠâ Tears spilled from your eyes again and you shook your head. âI know Iâm too much. And⊠and broken. And I know it sounds like I wanna guilt-trip you, but Iâm not, Iâm justââ You choked on a sob, and wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, hugging your knees to your chest. âI donâtâ donât know whatâs wrong with me.â
âSweetheart, look at me, please.â Joelâs hands were rough to the touch, but so incredibly gentle when they guided you to meet his eyes, and a big pit formed in your stomach when you saw how they shone. He was on the verge of tears, too. âDonât say things like that. Nothinâ is wrong with you. WhoâŠâ He sighed again. âWho made you believe such things?â
You didnât answer at first, but Joel kept staring at you, and â finally â you relented.
âMy previous boyfriend. The one I didnât want to talk about. Heâ Look, I know he was a horrible person.â You let out a short laugh, but without any joy â or emotions altogether â in it. âAnd I hate him so much, but he⊠he was right. About some things.â
âHeâs not.â Joel didnât back down, feeling despair growing inside his chest as he saw the girl he adored with his whole heart put herself down like that. âYouâre⊠fuck, youâre perfect, darlinâ, and you didnât deserve to be treated or talked to this way. Mâso sorry it happened to you.â
He brushed some of your hair to the back and sighed silently. He seemed so lost and sad, it made you feel even worse.
âWhat can I do?â
That stopped the train of your thoughts, and you looked up.
âWhat?â
âWhat can I do?â he repeated softly. âTo prove tâyou that Iâm not goinâ anywhere.â
Your lips parted, and you were unsure what to say. Joel took your hand in his, delicately tracing patterns on the back of it.
âBabygirl, listen to me. Youâre the most precious thing tâme. I donât care what this asshole told you, but⊠but none of this is true. And itâs not gonna drive me away from you. Nothinâ is gonna make me leave,â he repeated more firmly, never taking his eyes off you. âBecause I love you. More than anythinâ else in the worldâ
Joel sounded so sincere and desperate, tugging at your heartstrings with his gentle, sad eyes and loving words. The water became cool some time ago, but your insides felt like they were on fire â as if the next breath you were about to take would be your last.
âIâm sorry for everything I said.â You took a shaky breath, trying to keep your voice steady. âI donât think youâre a bad father. I think youâre the best and most amazing dad Sarah could ever ask for. I didnât wantâŠâ You sniffed and your shoulders started to shake again with silent cries. âI didnât want to hurt you, Iâm so sorry, I didnâtââ
The sob that you tried to stop with all your might suddenly escaped you, and Joelâs forehead scrunched in worry. He pulled you closer, leaning over the edge of the bathtub. Neither of you concerned yourself with water dripping off your skin, only feeling relieved from each otherâs closeness.
âI know, babygirl. Mânot mad.â Joel left a lingering kiss on your tearstained cheek, and then a second one on your forehead. âIâm sorry, too. For how I acted and forââ he sighed heavily into your shoulder, âfor shouting at ya.â
âYou couldnât have known,â you mumbled, but he shook his head.
âThatâs no excuse. I shouldnât âave done it in the first place.â He relaxed in your arms, and somehow it made your muscles less tense, too. âIâll see what I can do about that job. So that I can see Sarahâs play.â
You nodded and let your eyelids drop, giving in to the feeling of calm and security that always came with being with Joel.
âCan I sleep here tonight?â you asked quietly. You still were a little afraid that heâs going to turn you down after what happened, but you really didnât want to stay alone. âWith you?â
ââCourse you can. Dâya want to go now?â
You nodded again. Not bathing seemed like a big waste of water, but you didnât feel strong enough to actually wash your body. And Joel didnât pressure you â he just bent over and wrapped his strong arms around you, practically pulling you out of the tub by himself.
His clothes were completely soaked when he put you down and reached for the fluffiest towel you had, wrapping it around you like a little cocoon. He got rid of his wet shirt, kissed your head gently and, without a word, scooped you up into his arms again.
âI can stand,â you offered when he started walking towards the bedroom, forcing you to wrap your hands around his neck for support.
âI want to take care of you.â
âBut your back painsâŠâ
âIâm not that old yet, sweetheart,â he answered with a half-smile, slowing down and gazing into your eyes softly. âLet me take care of you.â
You brushed his cheek with your fingertips tenderly, eyes flickering across his face. âBut youâre always taking care of everyone, Joel.â
His throat bobbed and he almost immediately looked away. It was clear what he was thinking â that according to himself, he wasnât doing a good enough job. Because you got hurt. Because he was the one who unintentionally hurt you and sent you into a panic attack.
He was silent when he put you down on the bed with care, turning around to fetch one of his shirts from the closet. During this whole time you didnât say anything, either. Your mind was still a little closed off from when you tried to separate yourself from the painful memories that started to haunt you, and despite Joelâs efforts, it was still difficult to move past the experience.
But your head snapped up when Joel, after helping you put the shirt on, knelt in front of you, took your hand in his and leaned forward to kiss your knee gently.
âMâsorry,â Joel whispered with pain tinging his deep voice. âIâm sorry for sayinâ all those things about you and Sarah. I know you love her.â He pressed his lips to your knee again, and lifted his head, revealing how misty his own eyes were, which in turn made your heart ache even more. âMy sweet girl. I swear I wonât ever hurt you again.â
âYou didnât hurt me,â you answered quietly, but Joel shook his head and took a deep breath.
âWhat can I do?â he repeated his question from earlier, and this time you knew exactly what you needed him for.
âCan you⊠can you hold me?â
Without missing a beat, Joel raised from his position and enveloped you in his embrace, making you feel safe and protected like never before. You sighed heavily, breathing in his scent and feeling like just by touching you with such love that only he was capable of, he helped you to lift some invisible load from your shoulders.
Despite the headache from all the crying and your chest still tightening with every shallow breath you took, you felt a little better now. You didnât feel alone.
You knew you were safe with Joel.
It took some time for you to fall asleep, but even when you did, Joel could not find peace in the silky darkness of the evening.
Before you dozed off, Joel vowed again and again how much you mean to him, how you and Sarah are the best things that ever happened to him, and how heâll never let anything happen to any of you â and he could clearly see that you believed his every word, and that you werenât mad at him. You werenât flinching when he rocked you back and forth, or later when he pressed small kisses to your forehead.
But you still were quiet and your face miserable, and several times Joel tucked you in closer to himself when he felt you shaking and sniffing. There wasnât anything else he could do but hold you and whisper soothing promises into your hair. Once your eyelids started to drop, he began humming a familiar melody he knew you liked, and you nuzzled your face into his neck, curling up in his embrace.
And you whispered âI love youâ before you drifted off to an uneasy sleep in his arms. And before he could even answer, you thanked him for loving you.
When he heard it, he had to keep himself from breaking down with the last bit of his strength.
âYou mean everythinâ to me, love. Everythinâ,â he murmured after a couple of seconds, not even knowing if you were still awake. The guilt in his chest made it hard to breathe, but he pushed through it, and then he softly kissed your forehead, making a promise to himself.
He will find time to go to Sarahâs play with you. And heâll make it right.
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I wanted to make a request about what it would be like Bunnymund (ROTG) to fall in love with Reader who is the Guardian of Spring â€ïž
Bunnymund X Guardian of Spring Reader. (Headcanons)
A/N: I thought this request was really cute, WHY IS HE SO HOT??!!! He was my childhood crush. I hope you like this Headcanon, I made it with great care.
-âąâ„â„âą Spring and Easter had always worked together, so it was obvious that he knew you and admired your work. You never actually spoke to each other, but there were times when he watched you from afar, always surrounded by the animals you had awakened at the beginning of spring. The first impression you made was that you were very gentle, delicate and shy.
-âąâ„â„âą He was surprised when you were chosen as guardian by the man in the moon. Being skeptical, at first he doubted whether you would really be able to protect The children from Pitch Black, because you had such a delicate and shy manner.
-âąâ„â„âą The two of you became closer when you became guardian. Bunnymund didn't want to admit it, but he loved being around you because of your presence, always bringing calm.
-âąâ„â„âą It was after a few years that he realized he was in love with you, when he was staring at you for too long, and admired how cute it was when butterflies landed on the flowers in your hair.
-âąâ„â„âą One day, North caught him looking at you absent-mindedly and made fun of him for several months.
-âąâ„â„âą He's very protective and loves to defend you by always standing next to you or behind, even though he knows you're powerful and can defend yourself.
-âąâ„â„âą Often, when Bunnymund least expected it, he found himself very vulnerable in your hands when you paid too much attention to him. Because of your touch, he could become so vulnerable that he was almost submissive to you, almost desperate to be the only thing you saw at that moment.
-âąâ„â„âą He likes to take you to flowery places that make Easter much more magical and colorful, especially because of your presence. And of course your meetings were in his den and painting Easter eggs.
-âąâ„â„âą You know about the little feud between Bunnymund and Jack Frost, he gets jealous when Jack gets too close to you, and the winter spirit knows this and does it on purpose to provoke him.
-âąâ„â„âą To calm him down from his constant jealousy, you would stroke behind his big ears or just give his muzzle a little touch. This quickly calmed him down, as it's the rabbit's most sensitive spot, almost like a drug... maybe even causing him more than that.
-âąâ„â„âą When he confessed his love for you, he was completely nervous. He invited you to a flowery glade, almost enchanted by the beauty of the place and all the nature around. He knelt down humbly and took one of your hands, looking at you as if you were his goddess. That moment was overly dramatic because of his lack of knowledge about love or being in love, so he did it out of "common sense", but he really had no idea what he was doing at the time, almost like a desperate improvisation. He has trouble with very complex words all of a sudden, but, with his courage, he says everything he feels while looking at you with his piercing green eyes.
-âąâ„â„âą He likes to call you by nicknames (my flower, my sweetheart, lovebug, cutie, darling... and of course, in hot times, he likes to call you "My bunny" or "Baby bunny").
-âąâ„â„âą You can bet that in this relationship you would eat a lot of chocolate.
(I love those scenes when he turns into a little bunny OMG!!!đđâšđ°)
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LUCY BESTIE I GOT A FIC IDEA THE READER ABSOLUTELY JAW DROPPED SHOCKED LIKE REALLY REALLY SHOCKED WHEN SHE SEES MATTHEO TAKE HIS SHIRT OFF AND SHES HIS ABS, ARM VIENS, HANDS- AND SHE FOLDS LIKE A TACO-
Red Wine
Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader
Warnings: cursing, kissing lmk if there are anymore
Summary: where your best friend, Pansy, "accidentally" spills wine on Mattheo at a Slytherin Party and volunteers you to help him clean up.
Hope this is to your liking đ
Reader is Slytherin x the divider is by @firefly-graphics xx check them out for more!! This is their post with the dividers x
You entered the Great Hall and walked up to the Slytherin table. The table was filled with chatters about the Slytherin Party happening this very evening. Your head was kinda hurting so you decided not to go. Until...
"Y/n darling! You can't turn down an invitation to a party! Especially not a Slytherin one!" Pansy said appalled at your decision as you sat in your dorm.
"Pansy my head is throbbing." You replied trying to convince her.
"No way. You are going to that party. Mattheo will be there! And I know how much you like him." Pansy said far too loud.
"Louder Pansy. I don't think they heard you over at the boys dorms." You said irritated at the fact that she spilled your secret.
"Sorry." She muttered slightly taken aback. "Please come! I promise I'll make it worth you while."
"Ok fine. Wait what do you mean?" You asked.
"You'll see." She smirked to herself.
You got into a green body fitting dress, exaggerating your curves. You had to admit you looked stunning. You paired it with black heels that Pansy let you borrow and silver snake earrings as well as a necklace. You had your hair in a bun with a few strands out at the front which you curled.
"Wow! Darling you look amazing!" Pansy said as she saw you all ready.
"Thanks!" You replied smiling at her.
As you and Pansy walked down the stairs, your friends stared at you in shock. One of them being Mattheo.
Pansy was daring so her response didn't shock you.
"I know we're hot but you might want to close your mouth before your jaw falls off." She said making you chuckle and lightly smack her arm.
"Pansy!" You exclaimed as you giggled.
"You look nice." Mattheo complemented you.
"just nice?" You joked.
"I mean, very nice. Like gorgeous i-" Mattheo said flustered.
"I'm joking. You don't look too bad yourself. Turns out you clean up way better than I expected.". You cut him off before he had a crisis. He softly smiled at you as you noticed he was... blushing?
You and your friends sat in the back corner of the room as you usually did. None of you were heavily into the dancing and the lights. You were just there for the alcohol.
You and Pansy went to grab drinks. Pansy got red wine which you found weird since she never was fond of it.
"I didn't know you liked red wine." You said.
"Does the job." She replied.
"Wh-" you began.
"Careful, your drinks gonna fall!" Pansy exclaimed as she saw you tilting your glass unconciously.
"Oh shit! Thanks." You replied.
You walked back to the table where your friends were sat. You saw Pansy pull a face as she gulped down the wine. You sat down next to Mattheo. As she went to take the seat next to you, she tripped due to the table leg and spilled her red wine all over Mattheo's white suit.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Pansy exclaimed.
Mattheo took a deep breath before responding.
"It's fine." He muttered. "Unfortunately all my white shirts have just been washed so I don't have any spare."
You stared at Pansy in disbelief refusing to believe it was an accident. You saw right through her little facade. Pansy gave you a look to say something, but in that moment you had no idea what to say.
"Y/n has some spare oversized shirts she could lend you?" Pansy suggested. "Don't you y/n?" She nudged.
"Uh... yeah yeah! I have some spare oversized shirts, if you can just follow me to my dorm." You said realising Pansy's endeavour.
"No it's fine I don't want to bother you." Mattheo replied.
"Don't worry about it!" You said. Mattheo gave in and followed you to your dorm.
You took a towel and wiped off the red wine before reaching in to your cupboard and grabbing the shirt.
As you turned around you saw Mattheo unbuttoning his shirt and your jaw dropped. You almost dropped the shirt in your hands on the floor.
His abs, his arms and his hands were perfect. He was perfect.
"I know I'm hot but you might want to close your mouth before your jaw falls off." Mattheo repeated Pansy's exact words, smirking as he did so.
"Sorry I- I should probably turn around." You said flustered.
"No, I don't mind. Unless you do, that is?" Mattheo questioned.
"Looking at those abs? Fuck no, I don't." You said half joking as you turned around still blushing. He chuckled.
When Mattheo was fully dressed you suggested that you both go down back to the party before anyone got suspicious.
"Will they be wrong?" He asked.
"What do you-" you started. Before you could finish your sentence his lips were on yours. The moment was surreal and you wished it would last forever.
Fucking Pansy and her red wine.
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Blooming flowers: Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
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Requested by:Â Anonymous
Summary:Â You own the flower shop in Westview, youâre a good friend of Wanda and Agatha, who would have said you were going to fall for them.
Flowers and their meanings are beautiful, even if they are growing inside your lungs.
Warnings:Â Angst but with happy ending, mentions of blood and coughing also:Â Hanahaki disease is a fictional disease in which someone who experiences one-sided love coughs up flower petals, and it only ends when the love is returned or the victim dies
Word count:Â 12.8kÂ
AuthorÂŽs notes:Â Hello, sorry for being a little bit inactive, and for the requests I have already been sent, have in mind I will be writing them and posting them, just give me please a little bit of time, also this was a requested story three years ago, so, this was one of the first stories I wrote three years ago, I had posted them on Tumblr on my old account, but due to my mental health, I had to take a break from Tumblr and the toxicity and hate that had suddenly increased, I deleted all of my stories and my old account, now I have decided to upload them again here on Tumblr and also on Ao3.
Also I am almost done uploading all of my old stories of 2021
I hope all of you enjoy this!đ„șđđ
Taglist: @italianaidiota (Hey I am trying to tag you but I do not know why it does no let me) @midnight-lestrange @eliscannotdance
 To love one person was something you knew people were used to do, but to love two at the same time?
You did not mean for that to happen.
You didnât even know how it had happened in the first place, it just happened, so fast, you had fallen for them without realizing it.
You had fallen so quickly and so hard, how hadnât you realized it before?
At first you had thought it had been just pure admiration for both women, they were so beautiful, so amazing and brilliant, they were fascinating.
To love two people was something you didnât believe you were going to do, but how could you stop it?
You had just realized it three days ago when a single purple petal had come out of your mouth, you recognized the petal, it was a purple crocus petal, the flower was the symbol of royalty and nobility, it also represented, success, pride and dignity, you related that flower to Agatha, she was so beautiful and had all these traits in her, if a flower could define her, it was this beautiful one.
âGood morning dollâ You didnât hear the ring of your doorbell sounding, you were too distracted thinking about the owner of the voice that had just entered to your flower shop.
âGood morning Agathaâ You said to her and unconsciously you smiled, her voice made you heart flutter.
Turning yourself around to see her walking to the counter in which you were behind, she smiled at you and you felt your face getting warmer.
âWhat can I do for you?â You asked her while placing one of your elbows on the counter, letting your chin rest in your hand.
âOh, darling you can do a lot for meâ She touched your forehead with her finger and you were sure you had a loving expression on your face, you loved all the gestures Agatha had towards you.
âI was wondering if you could make an arrangement of flowersâ She inquired looking inside her purse
âOf course, whatâs the special occasion?â You asked smiling while taking a piece of paper and a pen ready to write down.
âItâs for Wanda, todayâs our anniversary sweetheartâ You could hear Agathaâs excitement in her voice, they really loved each other so much, it was beautiful and painful at the same time for you.
âThat sounds amazing, congratulationsâ You were really happy for them, youâve never seen two people loving each other as much as they did it.
You wrote down in the piece of paper the word anniversary along with the names of different flowers you thought could be the best for the occasion.
âThanks dollâ You didnât see the expression on Agathaâs face.
âSo, which flowers would you like to include in the arrangement?â You asked before lifting your head to look at her.
âI was thinking about some rosesâ You saw Agatha bringing her hand to her face while she thought, you loved that she always did that whenever she was deep in thought, red roses were beautiful they reminded you of Wanda and her beautiful red hair, for you red roses represented Wanda perfectly, she was such a passionate woman whom you really admired.
âThatâs a great election, red roses mean enduring passion, romance and true loveâ
âI didnât know that doll, what other flowers do you think would be best to include?â Agatha leant onto the counter placing her hands on it, you thought about it for some seconds after talking again.
âI would recommend you also dahlias, red tulips and carnationsâ You went to the other counter that had some bouquets with different flowers and you took one of the three flowers you had told her, walking back to where she was you showed them to her.
âIn general dahlias can demonstrate the lasting bond and commitment between two people, also they are great for anniversaries, you can choose from red, white, purple and pink dahlias, the meaning can change a little depending on the color, my favorite one is the pink because you can show your love to someone and how that person is irreplaceable in your heart, but never give black dahlias to someone, even though they are beautiful they commonly symbolize betrayalâ You said to her in a soft tone, you handed her a single pink dahlia and she took it with a big smile on her face.
âRed tulips are a great choice to express that you love someone deeply, they symbolize passion, romance, eternal love, perfect love and true love, so red tulips are an amazing choice to give to your true loveâ You gave her the red tulip you were holding in your hand and she gladly took it.
âNow, last but not least, carnations, they mean love and fascination but depending on the color the meaning can change a little, for example, the light red ones mean admiration, the dark red ones mean deep love and affection, white stand for pure love and good luck and pinks usually mean a motherâs undying love, I find carnations to have the purest meanings, here take this oneâ You offered her a single white carnation.
âAll of this is beautiful, thank you for sharing this with meâ She told you while carefully caressing the petals of the red rose.
âAny time, so would you like a bouquet of all of these flowers or you want me to tell you about more flowers and their meaning?â You tilted your head a little to look at her
âI think these three types of flowers would do; their meaning is so beautifulâ
âAlright so, what color do you want the dahlias and the carnations to be?â You asked her while taking again the pen to start writing down the colors
âI want the carnations to be dark red and the dahlias to be pinkâ She said in a whisper and you wrote it down the colors in the piece of paper, of course she was going to choose these colors for her girlfriend.
âAlright, is it alright for you to come back in two hours?  Or do you need them before?â You asked her while admiring her messy bun, some strands of her hair were falling from her face and down to her shoulders, she was so beautiful it hurt you.
Before she answered you, you started to feel something bothering in your throat and you knew what it was so you tried to clear your throat a little.
âCan you excuse me for a minute, I have to go check if I have babyâs breath for more decorations in the storage roomâ You said in a rush, Agatha blinked in confusion, she had seen the way you slightly touched your chest, she heard you coughed a little before you disappeared in one of the rooms in the back.
 When you were finally alone in the bathroom in front of the sink, you started to cough a little more, you tried not to make a lot of noise because you really didnât want her to know there was something wrong with you.
You couldnât let anyone know this, you had only heard about this in the news and how it was a really rare disease that only affected to a small percentage of the population, you didnât want to think a lot about it, you already knew all the effects, the symptoms and how the disease developed, but you really didnât want to think about it.
Pressing your hand over your opened lips, your throat finally felt free and you didnât have the bothering feeling of something in it.
Taking the petal that had come out of your mouth with your fingers, you stared at the single red petal, this time it was a red rose petal and you sadly smiled at the sight, red roses were beautiful they reminded you not just of Wanda, but also the love Agatha and Wanda shared, you could see how much they loved each other, Agatha, Wanda and their kids were a really beautiful family and even if you wished you were a part of that, you felt so bad for wanting to be part of them, you knew you couldnât and you could never be part of their amazing family, but it was so beautiful to think and dream about it.
You slowly threw the petal into the trash bin before washing your hands in the sink, after that you washed your face as well and passed the Cotton towel over your face to get yourself dry, when you looked at yourself in the small mirror in front of you a sad smiled appeared on your face, you didnât know how many time you had left, but you were going to really enjoy it.
You had heard many times phrases like âLove can hurtâ or âLove can be painfulâ but you had never stopped yourself to think a little about them and now you found yourself getting lost at nights thinking about how those phrases had a deeper meaning for you.
You sighed before putting on a smile again and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door you walked back to where Agatha was standing in front of the counter.
âIt looks like I still have fresh babyâs breath, did you know that babyâs breath mean everlasting love and purity? Thatâs why I was thinking about adding them into your floral arrangement, also they make a really good decorationâ You said with a smile when you were in front of her again.
âThat sounds amazing sweetheart, youâre so sweetâ You felt Agathaâs hand caressing your hair and her gesture made your heart flutter in excitement, how much you wished that touch was meant to be in a romantic way, but you knew she just did it because she was that way, you knew her good enough to know that she was always like this, your state of pure joy was quickly replaced by a sadness that you knew you had to hide.
âAre you alright? Doll?â The way she called you made you always feel warm, you love all of the endearments she had for you.
âYes, yes, Iâm alright, my throat was feeling a little itchy but I guess itâs just the dust, you donÂŽt have to worryâ You tried to shrugged it off, Agatha wasnât convinced and you saw it on her face.
âSo, at what time do you want me to have them? I was telling you that you can come back in two hours but if you need them before I can be fasterâ You said looking at her with a smile on your face, you really hope she dropped the other topic.
âItÂŽs alright darling I can come in two hours, I donÂŽt want you to rush thingsâ A sad smile appeared on your face at her phrase about not rushing things, you really hoped this illness didnât rush inside you.
âAlright then, your flowers will be ready in two hours, do you want me to write something in the card?â You asked her while taking a tiny card out of the stack you had in your files, it was simple and elegant, you really loved writing things down in cursive letters, it was so fancy, you have seen and written down many small love letters, some times it was a poem, some other times people just asked you to write some words down, but in the end you knew it was worth it, you loved to think that these tiny details make people feel loved.
You knew some people preferred to show their love and affection giving gifts and one of the best things was to receive flowers, each one of the many different and beautiful flowers had its own meaning and for you that was beautiful.
âWhat about
-Each flower means exactly what I feel
Even after they wither and their petals fall
My love wonÂŽt be something I have to conceal
And my love will stay with you after all.
Even when I fade away
My feelings will be here with you
Our souls will meet in a getaway
And we wonÂŽt feel blue again-â
You finished your little poem writing the last words in the tiny card, leaving the black fountain pen on the counter, you took the card in your hand and handed it to Agatha so she could see it.
You saw the way she carefully took it into her hands and you saw the way her lips formed a smile.
âThis is beautiful, I didnât know you wrote poemsâ She said to you in a whisper and you felt your face getting warmer again
âItÂŽs nothing, itÂŽs something I really like to do sometimes, so, do I attach the card to the flowers?â You asked while trying to hide your face behind a bunch of flowers you had taken in your hands to put them in a new vase.
âOf course, youÂŽre really sweet darling, everything you do is beautifulâ You gave her a small smile
âThank you, Agathaâ You said while biting your lower lip a little and she smiled, she thought you were a really sweet person
âI will come here again in two hours, I still have to run some errands, I know it will be beautifulâ Agatha waved her hand at you before walking towards the exit of your flower shop, closing the door behind her when she walked out you sighed.
YouÂŽve never loved someone before, not until now and now that you had just got to feel how it felt to be in love, you couldnât help but think about all the time you had seen two people loving each other and wondering how did it feel to be in love, you had thought that to be in love would feel as you were walking on clouds, you had thought that being in love was like eating cotton candy, feeling the sugar melting in your tongue, tasting the sweet flavor in your mouth, you had thought that being in love with someone was like enjoying a sweet hot chocolate during a cold winter night, you were sure it was like that, but maybe not for you.
You knew some for some people was too easy to find their true love, some people found easy to fall for the right person, but maybe this wasnât your case, after thinking a lot about it, you had come to the conclusion that maybe you had just come to earth to be a simple bystander admiring how true love was, maybe you werenât born to be loved, maybe you were doomed only to see how real and true love looked like, and that was why you had fallen in love with two people at the same time.
But why you? Why it had been you the one to get this beautiful but painful and deadly disease?
It was already too painful to be in love and being aware that this love will never be reciprocated, but to have a constant reminder of this inside you made it worse, life was already painful but at the same time beautiful, and what was growing inside your lungs reminded you of the beauty and the pain that came with being in love.
How ironic, flowers always made you feel alive you loved them and now flowers were going to be the ones to take it away from you, at least you were going to feel some kind of love until your last days.
Trying to shrug the thoughts off you went to take the flowers you would be needing to make the floral arrangement for Wanda and AgathaÂŽs anniversary.
You started by accommodating and placing red roses first inside the pretty white bouquet you had chosen, you thought about how many roses you should add, 9 roses to show eternal love, 10 to tell someone theyâre perfect or 13 roses? They would never know the meaning of the numbers of the roses, if you put 13 roses you knew the meaning behind the number, it usually symbolizes friendship or a secret admirer.
After some minutes you decided to add just 13 Â red roses, you were aware that the meaning of this number and you didnât mean them to symbolize friendship, you knew they didnât know a lot about flowers, so they would never know; you were careful enough not to hurt yourself with the thorns and when all of them were placed inside the bouquet you took the tulips to start arranging them between the roses.
The next flowers you decided to put were the pink dahlias, you really loved this flower, it was so beautiful, the smooth leaves that belonged to it, the numerous and delicate petals encircling the tiny core of the flower, for you this flower had the purest meaning of all the flowers, to Victorians represented commitment to another person and eternal love for someone, if someone gave this flower to their partner they were showing the deep love they felt for the other person as well as showing appreciation.
Agatha and Wanda were really lucky to have each other, you could see the delicate but strong bond the two of them shared, they complemented each other so well, while Wanda tended to be guided by her heart, her emotions and sometimes her impulsivity, Agatha tended to use her mind, her cleverness, and she always thought on the consequences before doing something, you could see Agatha was the one who carefully analyzed everything, she wanted to know what other different options she could get, meanwhile Wanda rushed things a little.
If Wanda got angry you knew how she could react, she was always ready to fight back whoever who messed with her family, you really loved her passion about things, for you this wasnât a flaw in Wanda, for you this was strength, she was so passionate about what she believed and what she wanted, Â Wanda just wanted to protect her family and her beliefs and for you that was awesome.
When Wanda got angry at someone or if Agatha just realized her girlfriend was having an argument with someone, she would always step in to try to calm Wanda and you were amazed how Agatha was the only one who could calm down her girlfriend, you knew the older woman just wanted to make sure that her girlfriend was alright and after calming her Agatha always made sure to say something to whoever who was arguing with Wanda, youÂŽve never got to know what is it that she says to them, because they always back off with a horrified expression on their faces.
You really loved how Agatha was aware and seem to be conscious on how people would react and she always knew what to say to everyone, how couldnât you love them?
They were so amazing, you just wanted to feel a little of what it was to be loved, but knowing what was inside you, made your heart ache, it was painful to know that you could just admire them from afar, nothing else, the only thing you could do now was to try to be as supportive as you could and be grateful that you got to be here to admire what true love felt like.
You finished placing the pink dahlias around the roses and you loved the combinations, it was the perfect representation of passion, love, tenderness and softness, the two of them shared such an amazing love, you could only wish, but that was alright, life could be painful but it could be beautiful at the same time, just like roses.
Roses were amazing and beautiful flowers, their petals were something people loved, it is the most common flower that represented love, but people didnât like the thorns.
ThatÂŽs life you thought, even with thorns that can hurt you and tear you apart, there was beauty in it, you never understood why people took away the thorns from their stem and they threw them into the trash bin, you didnât understand it because for you the thorns of the roses, symbolized that even in beauty could exist pain and for you that was beautiful, it was just like life, even with the awful and hurtful things that happened each day, there was beauty in it, you were grateful for  seeing what love was like, you were grateful for being able to smell the sweet scent of the flowers, the scent of the wet soil, you were grateful for being able to see the colors of the sky.
Sighing you went to take the dark red carnations to start separating and choosing the best ones to put the flower arrangement, lately you couldnât help but think on all the things you would miss.
Watching the dark color of the carnationsâ petals you found yourself smiling, maybe what you were going to miss the most was the soft feeling of the petals against the skin of your hands and your fingers.
With a sad smile you kept doing what you were supposed to do, placing the last a carnation inside the bouquet you passed your finger over it, admiring the beautiful petals, taking the red tulips to start making the same process of choosing the best ones to put them into the arrangement you smiled, it was so bright and with different shades of red, the pink dahlias looked so pretty between the darker colors, finally you took some red tulips, to represent their true love, they were so lucky to have each other.
Finally, you took some babyÂŽs breath to finish the floral gift, you loved the meaning of these tiny flowers, everlasting love; it was a really beautiful concept when you think about it, to have someone whose love would always persevere sounded so delightful.
You felt you throat getting itchy again and you tried to cough some times to see if something came out, but nothing came out of your mouth, trying to clear your throat it didnât work at all, you still felt the sensation of having something in your throat so you went to take some water.
You took a glass and filled it with water and when you felt the cool water running down your throat, the tingling sensation went away; you frowned a little because you knew these were just the first symptoms, if this was already making you feel a little uncomfortable you couldnât think on how it would feel when the final stages came.
You tried to brushed the thought aside an grabbed a small lace to attach the tiny card onto the arrangement, when you were done you stare at the flowers for some time, thinking about how much you were going to miss this.
You were lost in thoughts that you didnât notice two hours had already passed until you heard the same voice you loved so much.
âDoll you seem deep in thought againâ You heard her voice on the other side of the counter and it made you smile; you could never get tired of her.
She was smiling at you, you were sure her smile could light up an entire town, she was so charming, you were so in love with her, were you too obvious? No, you were sure you werenât obvious, you knew how to keep your feelings to you, or at least you hope you knew how to hide your emotions and the love you felt for her and for Wanda.
âOh no Agatha I was just admiring the flowers, theyÂŽre so beautiful, I think flowers can really talk for themselves, and they can also help us to express what we feelâ Your eyes wandered to the different flowers In front of you and your hand caressed the petals of some yellow carnation you had in front of you.
You didnât get to see the look in AgathaÂŽs eyes, she always thought you were an interesting girl, you were always trying to help Wanda and her, when you babysat the twins, she always loved the way when the two of them came to their house, they would always have an amazing view of you playing a boardgame with them or playing hide & seek.
She walked closer to the counter and she pressed one of her elbows on the counter letting her chin rest in her hand, Agatha found herself amazed by the passion you seemed to have about flowers, you knew a lot about flowers and their meanings, you were so smart, you could arrange beautiful flowers in order to make something marvelous, she always loved all the effort you put in your work, she loved it.
âOh yes, sorry, youÂŽre arrangement is right hereâ She was distracted from her thoughts when she heard your voice, you pointed to the beautiful floral arrangement that was on top of the other counter.
ây/n, this is wonderfulâ Her comment made you smile and the way her face had lit up made you feel delighted.
âWandaÂŽs going to love itâ That made you feel happier, you had made it for the two of them and you really hoped they both liked what you had done for them.
âI really hope soâ You said while taking a piece of paper and you tried to hide your smiled behind it, Agatha always found all of your gestures adorable.
âOh sweetheart I swear, she is going to love itâ You saw the way Agatha admired the flowers and you saw her eyes shining, she really knew how to appreciate flowers and you loved it, you were sure she understood how flowers were so delicate but held a lot of power at the same time.
âHow much is going to be sweetheart?â You heard her asking you and you bit your lip, you had thought about gifting her the arrangement, would it be too much? Would she think it was inappropriate? You didnât know, but at the same time, you didnât know how much time you had left so in the end you thought, why not risking a little?
âItÂŽs nothing Agatha, this is my gift for the two of youâ You said to her with a shy smile on your face, you couldnât see her directly at her face so instead of looking her in the eyes you grabbed your pen and started to write down on it the things that you were almost run out of.
âSweetheart, no, I have to pay you for this-â
âItâs alright Agatha, really, I want to give this to the two of youâ You interrupted her with a soft tone but you didnât dare to look at her
âSeriously, you donât have to worry, I want to give this to the two of you, I want this to be my gift for your anniversary, I want to do this, can you let me do it, please?â You softly explained to her and slowly lifted your face a little to look at her.
You saw how her confused expression changed into a happy one, the way her eyes squinted when she smiled made you even fall for her more, you were already head over heels for her so you decided to look away to start writing on the same paper again.
Agatha walked towards you and she placed herself in front of you, her hand went to softly grabbed your hand that was holding the pen and she slowly made you stop writing, her soft hand was on yours and you loved the way she was caressing the back of your hand with her thumb, you felt your heart melting at her touch, how much you wished your heart didnât confuse things, you knew she was always like that, all the time and you really thought this wasnât alright, it would only be more painful for you.
But did you really wanted her to stop? Of course not, you wanted to keep feeling her hand against yours, you wanted her to hold your hand and that she would hug you, but you were aware that wouldnât happen.
âThank you so much doll, youâre incredible, thank you so much for this, I love it and Iâm sure Wanda will love it too, youâre so sweetâ You knew she was smiling and you wanted to see her smile, so you raised your hand and saw her face, she was so beautiful.
When she took her hand off yours you instantly missed her touch, but what surprised you was that she brought her hand to touch your face to caress your cheek in a soft way, unconsciously you leant into her touch and you closed your eyes, you were really going to miss her a lot.
âItâs alright, I really hope that you and Wanda enjoy your anniversaryâ You replied with a smile on your face.
Agatha took her hand off your face and you could see the happy expression she had on her face.
âIâm so happy that youâre here, you make Wanda and I really happy, thank you again for these beautiful flowers, I will think to do something to repay you darlingâ.
âItÂŽs alright Agatha, really, you donât have to, I wanted to do this for you, the two of you are amazing, youÂŽre really good friends and I really love the two of youâ The seven last words meant something deeper for you, but that was alright, it was alright, this was because of you, this wasnât their fault, it was yours for accidentally falling for them and you knew it was alright, you canÂŽt rush love nor make it an obligation, you were more than fine with being their friend, and that was what made you feel better, the reassuring feeling that at least you were close to them.
âWe really appreciate you as well y/n, youÂŽre always supporting and helping us, weÂŽre happyâ You became curious because she stopped talking and she looked down at the counter.
âWeÂŽre happy that youÂŽre our friend tooâ You smiled at her comment and you nodded, you were happy to be their friend no matter what.
âI have to go and hide this, but we can keep talking laterâ You nodded and you stood straight nodding, Agatha took the floral arrangement and she stopped to look back at you.
âYouÂŽre an angel y/nâ You were surprised at how easily Agatha could make your heart leap, you didnât know what to say and unconsciously you bit your lower lip.
âIÂŽve got to go but this is very important to me, thank youâ She said to you while pointing to the floral arrangement youÂŽve done for them.
Agatha started to walk towards the opened door and when she arrived at the door, she turned herself around one more time to look at you again and she winked at you, you felt heat in your face and you felt as if you wanted to hide.
You saw through the windows when she left in WandaÂŽs black car, watching the clock you realized it was already time to close your flower shop, it was time to go home.
Was it home though? Of course, it was, it had to be. You were happy this way.
Maybe if you repeat it many times in your head, you will start to believe it until it didnât hurt anymore.
Stop, you said to yourself, there was no time for sad or self-pity thoughts, you had to keep going, you couldnât let yourself fall into this increasing sadness, there was still a lot for what you could at least try; you couldnât let what was growing inside you take away the last feeling of happiness, you needed to try to enjoy life, you werenât going to waste this time letting the sadness consume you.
You remembered the first time Wand talked to you, she had entered to your flower shop, looking for some flowers to give to Agatha, you still remembered the way she was so excited to give something to the older woman.
ây/n you have to help meâ She had said to you pressing her hand on your counter, her eyes were wide opened and fixed on you while her mouth was slightly opened, the view had made you chuckled because she was clearly in a hurry.
âSure, what do you need from me?â You inquired and she ran her hand through her hair.
âI need to give something to Agatha, we had a little argument and sheÂŽs angry at me now, sheÂŽs not talking to me at allâ You could almost even sense her mood, she bowed her head a little and she seemed to think about what had happened.
âWhy is she angry at you?â You asked while tilting your head a little, Wanda raised her head and she sighed.
âItÂŽs really not a big deal, I just, I forgot her birthdayâ She quickly said, and you chuckled.
âOh Wanda, how could you have forgotten?â You asked her with a light tone.
âI swear I thought it was tomorrow, I thought today was Friday, I didnât realize that it was already Sunday, it was a mistakeâ You saw the way Wanda was pouting and you found it adorable.
âLucky for you today I have purple hyacinths they are perfect to give in a moment like thisâ.
You showed her the flowers before talking again.
âThese flowers are an emblem of forgiveness and when you give this to someone, it means IÂŽm sorry, please forgive me, you can give her a bouquet of these to show her youÂŽre sorry, IÂŽm sure she will love itâ
âThey are even purple, youÂŽre a lifesaver y/n these are perfectâ You laughed at her comment.
âDo you want to write something in this card? Also, we could put some babyÂŽs breath if you like, babyÂŽs breath mean everlasting loveâ You suggested and took one of the cards in which you usually wrote down small notes to go with the flowers, you handed the blank card and she carefully took it
âYou can write down what you just told me about you mistaking the days and write down something lovely to go with itâ You said while handing her a pen so she could write it down, you would have offered yourself to write it down with cursive letters, but you were sure Agatha would appreciate more that Wanda wrote it.
You saw Wanda thinking for some seconds what to write and then she stated to place words into the blank space, you couldnât help but smile at her.
When she finished writing, she left the pen on the counter and looked at you with a smile on her face.
âWhat color do you want the lace to be? I recommend you to be white, so it looks good with the purple flowers, or do you want it to be a different color?â You inquired.
âWhite is good, thank youâ You nodded and took a white lace to go with the arrangement.
You blinked when you heard the sound of your alarm in your phone, looking at the screen you noticed you had passed almost an hour lost in your thoughts, it was already 4:00 pm and still you hadnât closed the shop.
Sighing you walked to the storage room to close it, you had already cleaned everything earlier so now you just needed to close the doors and head to your home.
Taking your keys and saving your phone on your pocket you got distracted by a small bouquet of white lilies, you remembered arranging this bouquet yesterday in the evening when you were about to closed, the flowers were beautiful but it made you sad their meaning, usually people would only give white lilies in funerals and that was because they symbolized peace and tranquility, it was meant to be given to the people who had lost a loved one.
You decided you would take it home with you, flowers always calmed you and even though it was another reminder of how your life was going to, at least it was recomforting to know that you could relate to a flower somehow, this flower meant to you a lot due to the circumstances you were passing through.
Taking the small bouquet in your hands you decided to finally leave and closed the shop, turning the lights off you locked the doors and looked at the empty street.
You were sure most people were in their houses enjoying the day, maybe with family or their loved ones.
What could you do when you arrived at your house? There werenât many things you could do, you really wanted to do something different to start this new chapter in your life, you wanted to enjoy things as much as you could but at the same time you just wanted to lay in bed.
After minutes of walking you finally arrived at your neighborhood, the feeling of loneliness wasnât helping your mood.
âY/n!â You recognized that voice, it was WandaÂŽs voice, her accent was something you could never forget.
Turning yourself around to look at her you noticed she was walking towards you with a smile on her face and it made you smile too, the slight wind on her made her hair wave a little in the air, she was wearing a black hoody and black jeans, she looked so pretty as always, when she was closer to you, you felt your heart pounding faster in your chest and you were afraid she could hear the beating inside your chest.
You saw her playing a little with the sleeves of her hoody when she finally placed herself in front of youâ.
âHi Wanda, congratulations for your anniversaryâ You said a little shy holding closer to your chest the bouquet of lilies.
âThank you so muchâ The two of you stared at each other for a while until she blinked and cleared her throat.
âThese flowers are really pretty, are you going to give them to someone?â She questioned and you shook your head quickly.
âOh no, no, these are white lilies, these are just given in funerals to try to give some kind of comfort to the people who lost someoneâ Wanda frowned a little, she was clearly confused, you noticed her expression and panicked a little.
âI just wanted to bring this with me because I know if I let them there alone, they will quickly fade away, so IÂŽm going to take care of themâ Wanda eyed you with a strange look on her face, you didnât want her to suspect anything so you tried talking more.
âSo, how are you going to celebrate your anniversary?â You asked moving slightly your eyebrows up and down.
Your question made WandaÂŽs expression changed; she went from confused to happy in seconds.
âOh y/n I have a surprise for Agatha, sheÂŽs thinking weÂŽre just staying home, but no, I made a reservation in the nice restaurant in the center of the town, sheÂŽs not waiting what I have planned for herâ You could see that she was really excited, the way her eyes sparkled and her mouth curved into a smile, it was always a joy for you to see her.
âThat just reminded me, I was looking for you because I wanted to ask you if you could watch the kids for at least two hours? ItÂŽs alright if you canÂŽtâ Wanda said the last words in a rushed moving her hands in front of her.
You smiled because this meant you werenât going to pass the evening alone, this was a great opportunity for you to do something else, also being with the kids always made happy they were really funny and never failed to make you laugh.
âI can watch the kids; at what time do you need me to be there?â You asked her with a grin.
âYou can come to our house at 6 pmâ You nodded at her.
âAlright, IÂŽll go to your house at that hourâ You really didnât want to stop talking to her, but you had to. Had she already received the flowers? if so, had she liked them? You really wanted to know but if Agatha hadnât done it yet, you were sure you were going to ruin the surprise, so you decided it was better not to.
âIÂŽll take a movie or two to watch it with the boysâ You smiled at her, you could see she was thinking about something else but you werenât sure, she looked as if she wanted to say something but she didnât dare to, it was alright you could wait, you were really patient, and you had a lot of time.
Wanda kept playing with her sleeves, was she nervous? You couldnât really tell.
âWell, I think I will go now, I have to prepare myselfâ She said to you after long minutes of just looking at you and then to the ground again.
âSure, IÂŽll see you later Wandaâ You gave her one last smile and you turned yourself around to walk to your house, your house was just two houses away from hers, so you just had to walked a little bit more.
You didnât see that the woman just stood there in the middle of the sidewalk looking at you.
If only you had turned your head to look at her, Wanda thought, if only you had done it, sighing she just lowered her head and walked to the other side.
Wanda and Agatha had already discussed this, but she wasnât even sure of what they had talked, what if it wasnât true? She didnât want to ruin anything, it would be another day, there was plenty of time, or at least thatÂŽs what she thought.
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Watching the hour in your phone you decided it was time to go to Wanda and AgathaŽs house, you always liked to be on time, you took two super-hero movies that you were sure the boys were going to love and walked towards your door, giving a last glance at the bouquet of white lilies you opened the door to walk outside your house.
You rang the doorbell and waited for someone to open the door, you were sure Billy or Tommy would yell at Wanda or Agatha to come to open the door, because they were not allowed to open it by themselves.
âMom, thereÂŽs someone at the doorâ You heard Tommy yelling and you chuckled, you knew that was going to happen.
âIs not someone, y/n is the one whoÂŽs at the door momâ You could even feel Tommy rolling his eyes, rushed footsteps came to the other side of the door and someone opened it for you.
âY/n!â The boys came out almost running and they hugged you, you patted slightly their heads, you were happy to see them as well.
âThank you for coming y/nâ You heard Wanda saying in front of you and when you lifted you head to see her, you eyed her all of her outfit and felt your face getting warmer, you had to look away because you felt like you were staring; she was wearing a red suit and she looked so beautiful it almost felt like a crime to look at her, you had to remind yourself that she was just your friend just like Agatha, sometimes you even felt guilty for having feeling for them.
Wanda of course noticed the way you had looked away from her so quickly and instead you looked at the floor, she pressed her lips together and tilted her head to look at you.
âYou donât have to thank me Wanda, I enjoy passing time with the boys, they are so funny, also I brought this for you guysâ You showed them the two movies they you had picked up and you heard their gasps.
âOh my god, weÂŽve been wanting to watch these for the past week, we didnât know they were already availableâ Tommy said to you while taking the movies in his hands and passing one to Tommy so he could see the cover, they were excited and you smiled.
âI supposed you were going to say that I know how much you love the sagaâ You knelt in front of them and they hugged you again.
Wanda was watching you in awe, she always loved the way you look out for them, she knew her boys were in good hands with you, you were so good with them and she loved the way you interacted with her kids, you were so patient and sweet, her heart melted every time she saw these interactions.
âCan we put the movie on the tv, please mom?â  Tommy asked his mother whine Tommy nodded aggressively.
âAlright boys, you can go to put the movie onâ Wanda said to them and they started to run towards the living room.
âIÂŽll take care of them and I will make them go to bed on timeâ You said to her while still trying not to look at her.
Wanda was about to say something, but someone knocked on the door and you frowned, who could it be at this time?
You placed yourself behind Wanda and she opened the door revealing Agatha standing there with the arrangement of flowers, you were surprised because you had thought she was already inside, you could see she was wearing a black blazer dress and she looked so beautiful.
âAgatha?â You heard Wanda asking the older woman and Agatha stretched her hands with the arrangement out to Wanda so she could take it.
âHappy anniversary loveâ Wanda took the arrangement in her hands and she placed a soft peck on AgathaÂŽs lips, their love was so beautiful and once again you found yourself looking away from them, you knew this was too personal for them, you were not part of it and you felt like an intruder, you didnât want them to bother them so you walked towards the living room, leaving the two of them so they could enjoy their beautiful moment together.
It broke your heart but you had to accept this was not your world, it was theirs and you had to just accept it, this dumb heart of yours, why it couldnât understand this wasnât yours, this wasnât your life and you would never be part of it.
âHey kids, did you already put the movie on?â You asked the kids when you arrived at the living room, they were already sitting in the couch.
âYes, yes, come sit with us y/nâ They asked you and you put your ginger on your chin feigning to think about it.
âOf course, but donÂŽt you want some popcorn?â You saw the way their faces lit up and they nodded, you laughed at their reaction at the mention of popcorn.
âWell, then I will go to make someâ You were just going to the kitchen when you heard your name being called, turning yourself around you saw Agatha and Wanda walking towards the living room, Wanda walked closer to you with the arrangement in her hands.
âAgatha just told me you gifted us thisâ Shyly you nodded and unconsciously you bit your lip a little, you couldnât help it, it was something you did when you were nervous.
âThank you so much, this is amazingâ Agatha put herself behind Wanda to look at you.
âItÂŽs nothing I really wanted to give something to you, I knew this was a special occasion so I wanted you to have itâ You whispered while you touched your hair with your hand.
âMum y/n was going to prepare some popcorn, youÂŽre distracting herâ Tommy recalled and the three of you laughed.
âThatÂŽs true I better get going otherwise the prince here will get desperateâ You joked gesturing with your hand as if you were telling a secret.
âIÂŽm donÂŽt want to be a prince, I want to be a heroâ Pouted Tommy.
You rolled your eyes playfully at Wanda and Agatha and the redhaired woman chuckled.
âYou better go, I donÂŽt think you want to be late for your dateâ You said to them, you didnât understand why they hadnât left yet.
âYes, youÂŽre right, we have reservations, we will be back in two hours, before the boys bedtimeâ Wanda said to you and you saw how the boys stood up from the couch to hug Wanda and Agatha, you couldnât help but feel like if you were an intruder, turning yourself around to look at the flowers in one the vases on one of the shelves, and you sadly smiled, the roses inside the vase were withered, you knew that withered flowers meant rejected love, how ironic, you thought.
âBe good boysâ The two kids had returned to the couches and this time you turned yourself around to finally look at them again.
âWeÂŽll coming later y/nâ You nodded, and they smiled at you, after that they walked to the door to finally go, when you heard the door closing you sighed.
 âIÂŽll go to prepare the popcorn, you can start the movie without me kidsâ They nodded without looking at you.
Entering to the kitchen you went to look inside the cupboards, you saw one container that had written with marker in it âpop corn kernelsâ, you didnât know who had made it but it made you laugh a little.
It took only ten minutes for the popcorn kernels to pop, after that you placed them in a bowl to let them cool a little, being here on Wanda and AgathaÂŽs house made you feel like if you were home, you felt safe here but at the same time you knew you didnât belong here, this was not your place.
Trying not to think about that you took the bowl in your hands and went back to the living room where the boys were almost glued to the tv.
âHere is a bowl full of popcornâ You handed the bowl to them and they thanked you before grabbing it.
You were just about to sit in the couch when you started to feel the itchy sensation in your throat, but this time you felt it more, you started to feel the urge to cough, this time it was more violent, you didnât just feel your throat itching this time it was really an uncomfortable feeling.
You tried to hide the fact that you were coughing but you knew you couldnât hide it for a long time.
âIÂŽll be back in some minutes guysâ Standing as quickly as you could from the couch you rushed yourself to arrive at the bathroom, opening the door of it you quickly closed it trying not to make a lot of noise.
The feeling was awful it was as if you couldnât breathe, you tried to take deep breaths, but it was hard to breathe, the tickle in your throat started to be unbearable and trying to clear your throat many times the feeling didnât go away.
The sound of the movie was loud enough for you to hear it even inside the bathroom so it was safe for you to make more noise, you couldnât stand the feeling and your coughs started to be more aggressive even to the point where you thought you were choking.
After what it felt like hours finally you spat purple and red petals into the sink, you couldnât believe how many petals had come out of your mouth, there were several and still you felt as if you couldnât breathe properly.
Trying to clear your throat again, hoping that the uncomfortable feeling would go away, but it didnât, after calming a little, you tasted blood in your mouth, but you were confused, just some days ago you had just spat two or three petals and now there were more, was it possible that the disease could have progressed more in just some hours? That couldnât be possible right?
You took the petals that were in the sink and threw them to the trash bin, now you were a little scared, this was happening so fast, you were afraid now, and you couldnât even tell anyone.
Washing the sink, you proceed to wash your hands with the liquid soap, splashing some water into your face and drying yourself, you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldnât believe what had just happened.
You couldnât even explain what had happened at all, why had you suddenly started to cough in such a violent way?
Looking at yourself in the mirror you noticed that what it looked like little veins were visible in your chest and part of your neck, you were sure those werenât veins, they were the roots of the flowers growing inside your lungs, they were barely visible but you could see them if you pay enough attention to them.
You came back to the living room and you felt relieved that the boys hadnât noticed anything, you really didnât want them to notice anything, it wasnât good.
âDo you want some?â You heard Billy and saw he was offering you a can of soda.
âThanksâ You smiled and took it from his hand, they were good kids and the situation you were in made you fear, you were going to miss them, you were going to miss spending time with them and with ther mums, you had been preparing yourself for what you knew was going to happen, but now you were afraid, it had hurt a lot and the sensation of not being able to breathe was awful.
You couldnât focus on the movie playing in front of you, there were many things going on in your head at the moment, everything was happening so fast and even though you had thought you were ready, but in fact, you werenât.
You felt too tired that you didnât even notice you fell asleep on the couch next to the kids.
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You felt a hand shaking you a little, and slowly you opened your eyes to see that in front of you was Agatha with her hand on your shoulder, you quickly straightened and sat upright, how much time had passed since you fell asleep? Â At what time had they arrived?
âWhat time is it?â You blurted out.
âItÂŽs 9:30â Agatha said softly, and you grumbled a little.
"Iâm sorry I fell asleep, I donât know what happened, I just felt so tired, Iâm really sorryâ you said to her, you felt guilty about it.
âItâs alright doll, you donât have to apologize, are you alright?â Agatha asked you and you quickly nodded.
"The boys told us they had heard you coughing in the bathroom, y/n, is everything alright?â Asked Wanda coming closer to you to sit next to you in the couch.
Your eyes went wide opened because you had sworn the boys hadnât heard you.
âDarling earlier in the flower shop you were coughing as well, I heard you, are you sick?â At Agathaâs question Wanda frowned, she was concerned about you.
âIâm fine, Iâm more than fine, maybe itâs just a coldâ Agatha and Wanda exchanged looks, they were really concerned because you looked tired and paler.
âI think itâs too late and the twins have to sleep just as you, so I think it will be better if a leaveâ You rushed yourself to say.
"We can accompany you to your house if you want-
âNo, not itâs alright, my house is just three houses far from yours, so Iâll arrive quicklyâ.
They were confused because they didnât understand why you were in such hurry to suddenly wanting to leave, they could see that you really wanted to go, but it was strange to them, that you didnât even say goodbye to the kids, they really didnât want to pressure you, but they really cared for you deeply, and your behavior was strange, they really wanted to help you, but they couldnât if you didnât let them first, they could sense there was something in the wind.
They exchanged looks and just let you go, they will have time in the morning to talk to you again, their worry wonÂŽt be appeased until they were sure you were alright.
Looking at you are walking outside their house and closing the door with such quietness was odd for them.
âI think thereÂŽs something off with herâ Wanda whispered to Agatha and the older woman nodded, it was true, there was something going on with you.
âI know love but what can we do if she doesnât let us know?â The dark-haired woman inquired with a disappointed tone.
âWhat if weâŠ?â AgathaÂŽs eyes widened, and it was clear that she knew what her girlfriend was talking about.
âNo, we canÂŽt do that to her, we will be breaking her trust Wanda!â Agatha rushed to say to her while taking WandaÂŽs hands on hers.
âBut otherwise how are we going to know whatÂŽs happening to her?â Agatha gave a disappointed look at her.
âNo, I said no, we wonÂŽt read her mind, we canÂŽt do that, if we do that, sheÂŽs going to feel betrayed and you know it, we have to wait until she feels readyâ.
âAlright, we wonÂŽt do that, IÂŽm sorry, itÂŽs just that I feel really concerned, I canÂŽt be in peace knowing thereÂŽs something affecting herâ Wanda said while caressing the back of AgathaÂŽs hand with her thumb.
âI know but she just needs some timeâ Agatha tried to reassured her girlfriend, the older woman left a soft kiss on WandaÂŽs forehead before standing up from the couch to go to the bathroom to was her hands.
Entering to the bathroom and letting the water run down she had to turn the faucet off because something caught her attention at the bottom of the floor.
âWanda?â She called for her girlfriend and the worried tone in Agatha made her walk faster to the bathroom.
âWhatÂŽs going on?â AgathaÂŽs heart was beating faster against her chest, she prayed it wasnât what she wasnât thinking.
âAre those petals?â Wanda asked confused kneeling a little to have a closer look at them.
âBut they have blood in them, Wanda, do you think that, maybe those came from her?â AgathaÂŽs hand started to shake a little and Wanda covered her gasping mouth, quickly standing up from the floor.
âThat must be why sheÂŽs been coughing a lot, but whoÂŽs doing this to her?â Wanda grabbed her girlfriendÂŽs hands in hers and she hold them closer to her, fear was what they were feeling at that moment, the uncertainty of what was going to happen from now on, the fear of you fading away like a withered flower scared them to death.
It wasnât unfair, you were so bright, you were so smart, you could light up every room even a whole city, you just brough joy to the lives of the people you talked to, why was this happening to you?
âItÂŽs not fair Agathaâ The dark-haired woman pulled Wanda closer to her chest and they stayed ther for some minutes.
âI know itÂŽs not fair, she doesnât deserve thisâ Tears were threatening to fall from the corner of her yes.
âWe have to talk to her, I thought she needed time, but we donÂŽt even know how much time she has left, maybe we can do something, I know we can save her, alright?â Wanda just nodded against her chest, she really hoped they could save you.
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When you arrived at you house you tried to sleep, but you couldnât sleep at all, you felt as if something was pressing your chest, you couldnât breathe well, and you knew very well that indicated the roots were growing more, they were starting to obstruct your lungs.
You had been thinking about this for the whole week since it had started, but the truth it was that you still werenât ready to leave this life, the simple thought of your breathing stopping frightened you, you werenât ready at all.
Turning and tossing all nights because you couldnât sleep made you feel frustrated, the mere thought of full flowers coming out of your mouth scared you, you knew that in some more days full flowers would come out of your mouth and you were going to feel real pain due to the thorns of the roses, for the first time in your entire life you wished you could have never loved someone, you knew it wasnât their fault, you kept blaming yourself, it had been your fault, if only you weak heart hadnât fall for them, if only you had been born with an incapacity to love, this wouldnât have been so painful, you had tried to suppress the sadness that you knew deep down you felt, for days you had tried to suppress it, trying to act as if you were calmed and that you were alright with the thought of flowers blossoming inside you, but the truth was that you werenât alright with it.
The urges to cough again came to you and this time it was harder to contain it, you went to the bathroom faster as you could you didnât even have time to spit them into the sink, you did it right at the entrance of the bathroom, the coughs were more violent than hours ago, you were almost choking with the amount of petals coming from your mouth, the beautiful petals were covered with your own blood and you couldnât even stand the sight, you were trembling, but you had to clean out, so thatÂŽs what you did.
You were scared, the only mistake you had done was to love them and now you were suffering, you couldnât just stand the thought of them never loving you back, they were happy with each other and you knew you had to feel happy for them, but you just wanted to be selfish at least for tonight, just for tonight you wanted to cry and get rid of all the sadness and pain you felt in your chest, the thought of no one loving you and dying with a broken heart was awful, you didnât want anyone else to feel what you were feeling, you didnât wish this to anyone.
You wished you could stop loving them, but you couldnât, you couldnât, you had fallen for them, you will be facing death in some days, flowers obstructing your lungs and throat was a tragedy but, was it a beautiful tragedy? Now you just wanted them to notice how much they meant to you and the feelings you had for them, but you knew you couldnât this to them, it was so unfair for them, you had to suffer in silence, they could never know what was growing inside of you.
The next day when you finally woke up after only having some hours of sleep you went to the bathroom to wash your mouth and spit some more purple and red petals out of your mouth.
You saw your reflection on the mirror and you could see that the roots were now more visible than yesterday, they look a lot as if they were veins, but thy were too many; passing softly your fingers over your skin you could even swear you could feel them under your skin.
Washing your mouth so the taste of the blood could go away you heard the doorbell rang, who could it be at this hour? It was too early in the morning.
Opening the door, you were surprised to see the two people who you loved the most with worried looks on their faces.
âWhoâs doing this to you?â  Wanda asked with tears on her eyes, she was pointing at you, Agatha and Wanda entered to your house, making you placed yourself to the side of the door so they could enter, and you just felt astonished what were they doing here on a Sunday morning? And did she mean?
âWhat are you talking about Wanda?â You asked her while closing the door behind you.
âDonÂŽt lie to us y/nâ Agatha had a sad look on her face that made you feel hurt, youÂŽve never seen her like this.
âWe saw the bloody petals on the bathroomÂŽs floorâ Wanda came closer to you her tone of voice was full of concerned, you sighed and closed your eyes lowering your gaze, you couldnât see them in the eyes, you had been afraid that they could notice it and they already knew because you couldnât hide the petals.
âWe want to help you. WhoÂŽs doing this to you?â Agatha took your hands in hers and you let out a bitter laugh.
âI canÂŽt tell youâ You whispered, and Wanda softly rubbed your shoulders.
âWe just want to help you, donât push us awayâ You didnât want to push them away, but what else you could do? It wouldnât help you at all.
âWhy donât you want us to help you? WeÂŽre your friends- â
âThatâs why you canÂŽt help me, IÂŽm sorryâ You blurted out and dropped AgathaÂŽs hands, you couldnât tell this to them while looking at their eyes.
âIÂŽm sorry, alright? I didnât mean to fall, I couldnât stop myself, when I realized it was already too lateâ Tears came out of your eyes, moving your hands in the air trying to get some kind of relief to the pain in your chest.
âI canÂŽt help myself, I canÂŽt stop myself from loving you, and IÂŽm sorry, this is not fair for you, this is all my faultâ.
Covering your mouth with you hand, you tried to silence the sobs coming out from your mouth.
ây/nâ You heard WandaÂŽs voice calling you behind you.
âPlease, I canÂŽt do this, not nowâ You didnât turn yourself around to look at them, so they put themselves in front of you.
âBaby girl, you donât have to be ashamed of your feelingsâ Agatha wanted to grab your hand but she wasnât sure if it would be the best to do, she didnât want to make you feel more upset.
âWe thought, you were in love with someone else, and that broke our hearts, because we thought we were going to lose youâ This time it was Wanda the one who spoke
You couldnât look at them, so you didnât lift your head, you just kept looking to the floor.
A soft hand came to your chin, WandaÂŽs hand softly lifter your head with her hand but still you couldnât look at them.
âPlease printsessa, look at usâ You shook your head and tried to move her hand away with yours, but Agatha stopped you, instead she grabbed your hand and hold it into hers.
âWe feel the same y/n, weÂŽve been wanting to tell you, but we didnât know how o when to do it, we were scared that you werenât into it, we thought we could only have your friendship, but darling we can cure you, we feel the sameâ What had Wanda said?
âThatÂŽs not true, you canÂŽt joke with that!â You didnât know where the anger had come from.
âSheÂŽs not joking, sheÂŽs saying the truth y/n, we feel the same about youâ Agatha tried not to raise her voice, she didnât want to upset you she just wanted to make you believe them.
âStop lying, IÂŽve read many times that there are cases in which the other part just lie so they donÂŽt have to feel guilty about this, please, you donÂŽt have to lie, I already accepted, this is not your fault, you donÂŽt have to lie to make this stopâ
âWeÂŽre not lying!â Wanda said suddenly raising her voice.
âHow could we be lying about this?â WandaÂŽs voice was desperate; you could hear the desperation in her voice.
âYou have to believe us, weÂŽre not lying dollâ AgathaÂŽs voice was filled with grief.
You didnât know what to believe, what if it was true? What if they were lying just because they didnât want you to die? There many possibilities, you didnât want them to be lying but you couldnât believe that they were saying the truth, suddenly it started to be hard for you to breath, it started to be more painful to breath, you felt a strong pressure on your chest, the sensation of something making pressure inside your throat made you choke, you couldnât breathe.
Instantly you knelt on the floor, gasping for some air.
âWhatÂŽs wrong? y/n?â The view horrified them, you were choking, you were trying to breathe but you couldnât, they saw the way you pressed one of your hand to your throat, trying to relief the pressure in your neck.
You felt something coming out of your mouth and even when you tried to spit it you couldnât, you felt it was too big and you couldnât even spit it.
âWe have to do something Agatha, sheÂŽs choking, thereÂŽs an entire flower coming out of her mouth, we canÂŽt let her die!â Wanda was shaking with fear and the tears keep streaming down her face.
Agatha came to your side to hold your body against hers, you were passing out due to the lack of air, you were closing your eyes and it scared her.
âI will try to remove them from her lungs with my magic, I donÂŽt whatÂŽs going to happen, but we canÂŽt let her die Wanda, you have to help meâ Agatha told her while holding your body against her and Wanda came to her side, Wanda opened your shirt a little and the saw the roots of the flowers, they were a lot inside your chest and they could see them underneath your beautiful skin, Agatha couldnât contain her tears anymore and even though she wanted to scream she tried to maintain calm.
The two of them pressed their hands on your chest and purple magic and red came from them, some stems were already coming out of your mouth and they could see that more red petals were coming out, they really hoped this could help you, they were scared, Agatha wanted to remove the seed of the flowers, the seeds of your painful and deep love for them in order to save, Wanda knew what this meant, but if that meant to sabe your life, she was going to do whatever even if that meant, you would never love them again.
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  You woke up in a room youŽve never seen before, but you recognized the smell of the perfume that lingered in the room.
You remembered what had happened and quickly you looked at your chest, there was no trace of the roots underneath your skin, the pressure in it wasnât there anymore and finally you didnât feel the annoying sensation of something itching in your throat.
You heard the door being opened and you saw Agatha and Wanda entering to the room, Wanda looked as if she had been crying, her eyes were puffy and a little red as well as AgathaÂŽs eyes.
âWhat happened?â You asked them when they were close enough of you, Wanda sit next to you and Agatha sit next you to as well on the other side of the bed, they were both by your sides.
âWe saved youâ You blinked many times, how had they done that? You thought that the seed could be removed only by surgery.
âBut thatÂŽs impossible how-š You stopped talking when you saw AgathaÂŽs hand making a movement with her hand and purple mist covered her hand.
âWe saved you, we didnât want you to die, we removed the seeds from your lungs, as well as the red rose that was blossomingâ You could hear sadness and AgathaÂŽs voice but you didnât understand why, suddenly you felt a hand holding yours.
âWe almost lose you; we were so scared; you were asleep for three days! I thought you werenât going to wake up againâ Wanda was crying again, AgathaÂŽs hand came to rub your shoulder a little, you didnât understand why they were so sad.
âBut IÂŽm here, you saved meâ You said to the two of them, holding both hands in each one of your hands.
âYou saved me and IÂŽm grateful for that, I was so scared I was going to dieâ You saw how the two of them exchanged a look and Wanda stood up from the bed.
âWe have something for youâ She looked back at Agatha and you saw that she was nodding at her, you were confused, why were they being so secretive.
Wanda left the room and minutes later when she came back to it you saw she was holding a bouquet of flowers; you felt your heart leapt at the sight of the beautiful Ambrosias.
âWe wanted to give you this, we know how much love flowers, and even after what happened, weÂŽre sure your love for them, will be the sameâ You felt your lip trembling a little and you took the small bouquet in your hands, of course you knew the meaning of the flowers, but did they knew?
âWhat does this mean?â You asked them while eyeing both women.
âIt means exactly what you are thinking, dollâ You felt like you were going to cry at any time.
âWe werenât lying y/n, we made a research about what flowers someone can give to the loved one, we wanted to let you know that our love for you is mutual, weÂŽre not sure if you still feel the same, but we just wanted to let you know how we feelâ Agatha explained to you, never letting go of your hand.
âBut my feelings for you havenât changed, why do you think that?â Wanda blinked several times.
âYou mean, that you still feel something for us?â Agatha asked you while squeezing your hand a little.
âYes, I donÂŽt know why you think my feelings changedâ You said with a shy smile.
"So, now you believe us?â Asked Agatha and you shyly nod.
âNow, this means we can have a chance?â  You felt your heart beating faster against your chest, you could swear the blush in your face was visible.
Agatha couldnât help herself and she hugged you passing her arm around your waist when she separated from you Wanda was the next to hug you, just as the same way Agatha had done, one of her arms passed around your waist.
âYou donât know how happy you just made us y/n now we can have what we have been wanting for a long time, you donÂŽt need to hide anything from us, you can trust us y/nâ AgathaÂŽs hand was caressing your cheek while Wanda softly stroked your hair.
You didnât know what was going to happen from now on, but you were happy, this was your new chance to live, and you were going to make sure you enjoy it this time, the pain and sadness wasnât inside your heart anymore, you felt content and with the two women there with you, you knew you werenât going to feel sad again, you were happy that werenât lying and all of what had happened you were sure, had been worthy.
âNow we can be the ones to give you flowers baby girlâ AgathaÂŽs voice distracted you from your thoughts.
âYou are aware I own a flower shop, right?â Wanda laughed and Agatha playfully rolled her eyes.
âYes, weÂŽre aware of that, but we can still give them to you, we already know the meaning of many flowers we can give to you, to show our love for youâ Wanda hold your hand and finally you understood how it felt to be loved.
#agatha harkness#agatha harkness imagine#agatha harkness x fem!reader#agatha harkness x reader#mcu imagine#mcu x reader#agatha all along#agatha x reader#agatha harkness x you#wandavision#wanda maximoff fanfiction#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff imagine#wanda maximoff#wandagatha#wanda x agatha#agatha x wanda#wagatha
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Skz fake chats // spoiling your bf!skz
3. Changbin đ°đ· (f!reader)
I was originally gonna make it a gender neutral thing but then I added the crown and the queen thing and it became more of a feminine tone đ I'm so sorry aaaaa
Total masterlist Tag Reqs:@arestoucries
Your darling has been really eager to buy his favourite gym supplement brand goods and also a warm home cooked meal after his morning gym shesh so you decide to take matters into your own hands đȘ what you didn't expect was the very lavish payback~
Hope you like the flowers y/n đ
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Hi can you write a headcanon of the mouthwashing characters reaction to the reader having a bad dream? The reader can be any gender, thank you!!! đ
Mouthwashing X GN Reader HeadcanonsâHaving A Bad Dream
content: just fluff and cuddles
authorâs note: I hope you like this oneđThis was so fun to work on
Daisuke
You startle him when you wake up abruptly
âWhas happeninâ?â He asks sluggishly
âSorry, Dai. I just had aâŠreally bad dream,âyou tell him
âHey, donât apologise for that. Are you alright?â
You shake your head, prompting him to embrace you tightly
âItâs all over now, alright? It wasnât realâ
He holds you close to him and kisses your forehead
âWell, I had a pretty good dream. Wanna hear it?â
He told you all about it just to distract you from the bad thoughts and help you fall asleep again
Sure enough it works and you fall back asleep to the sound of his voice, basking in the warmth that his body provides against yours
Anya
She gently shakes you awake when she hears you crying softly in your sleep
âItâs okay, my love. It was just a dreamâ
Her voice is so soft and sweet. It puts you at ease almost immediately
âYouâre safe nowâ
She strokes your hair and caresses your face to comfort you
If you request, sheâll play some music for you from your shared playlist
You fall back asleep in no time with her arms wrapped around you
Curly
He wakes up and sees you faced away from him
Still half asleep, he wraps his arms around you and brings you to his chest. Thatâs when he realises that youâre crying
âWhatâs wrong, love?âhe whispers, brushing your hair out of your face
âIâŠI had a horrible dream,âyou respond
He turns you toward him so he can see your face. He swipes his thumb across your cheek to catch any falling tears
âItâs OK. Iâm here, darling. Iâm right hereâ
He rubs your back, soothing you and bringing you back to the present
âJust wake me up if you have another nightmare, alright? Iâll be right hereâ
That was the last thing you heard before drifting off to sleep. You slept peacefully for the rest of the night in his arms
Swansea
Heâs a very heavy sleeper, so you gently jostle him awake after you wake up from your nightmare
âHm? Something wrong?â
You nod. âJust had a terrible dreamâ
Though heâs slightly annoyed that he had been woken up, he still sympathises
He canât stand seeing his lover upset or distressed
Offers you water and the TV remote in case you donât feel like going back to sleep
If you choose to stay up, heâll gladly watch a comforting show or movie with you until you feel better
If not heâll cuddle you and maybe talk to you until you fall back asleep
Jimmy
He stirs awake from you quietly crying
âWhatâs wrong, baby?â
He sits up and hugs you from behind, resting his weary head on your shoulder
âJust had a really bad dream,âyou manage to say in between sobs
âAwww, come âereâ He turns you around to face him, allowing you to embrace him and bury your face into his chest
âWanna talk about it?â he offers
You shake your head, not ready to tell him just yet. He was definitely curious, but he didnât want to keep prodding
He encourages you to lay back down, not letting go of your for even a second
He kisses the top of your head as you fall back asleep
#polle would just call you a baby and go sleep on the couch#mouthwashing#daisuke mouthwashing#daisuke headcanons#daisuke x reader#anya mouthwashing#anya headcanons#anya x reader#curly mouthwashing#curly headcanons#curly x reader#swansea mouthwashing#swansea headcanons#swansea x reader#jimmy mouthwashing#jimmy headcanons#jimmy x reader#gn reader#fluff#request#thecadaver
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Hey, i hope ur having a good dayy...heard yu wanted some yandere arcane asks...how about vi(romantic) with a naĂŻve piltover darling (generally soft and clumsy as well) fem reader please!!đđ
Thank you so much that's so sweet!!! I'm getting to requests really late, but I'm doing my best XD thank you for requesting and your patience! Even though it's really late, I hope you enjoy ^^
Soooo glad the second season is coming out soon, I crave it so bad XD
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Vi was in Piltover, doing what she joked was a small heist. It was just her this time, Vander having cracked down on them all not returning to top side in fear of their safety. She made sure Powder was safe first, and left her in the boyâs care. She had received word there was an event going on, a series of stalls and shops along the road. It was the perfect opportunity to blend in and steal from all the rich assholes who could buy out the whole street if they wanted to.Â
âŠThat was her plan anyway.Â
It started off simple enough, showing up right in the middle of the day when it was the most busy. She paid close attention to the people who looked like they had more money than othersâŠand with how idiotic people could be, it wasnât hard to tell who could afford the most. Starting off, she took small items they had purchased that she thought could go for more underground. She didnât expect to be bumped into as a girl fell to the ground.Â
As it were, you only wanted to go to see what the shops had to offer. You werenât paying much attention though, and bumped into somethingâŠor someone. Both you and the person fell to the ground, and you looked up at her from the ground as you whined and rubbed the spot on your leg you just knew would be bruised later. She was laying next to you, and you caught sight of her snarl. You jumped up looking her over.Â
âCrud! Are you okay? Iâm so so sorry, I didnât mean to bump into you! Did I damage anything youâd bought? I canât believe I did that again! Gah!â You whined and looked at her as if seeking forgiveness. She looked baffled, and raised an eyebrow in disbelief. âI can pay for anything I broke! Here, let me buy you something, too!â You took her hand, and she accepted it. You couldnât tell what expression was on her face, but you were terrified youâd made a bad impression on this woman.Â
âUhâŠyou donât have to. I have what I need.â Vi spoke, and she seemed guarded. It was almost as if she thought you were tricking her, not believing you were really being this nice to a stranger. âYou hurt, cupcake?â She said, seemingly coming to a conclusion in her mind. She brushed off your shoulders, touch lingering only briefly. Her touch was rough, but it didnât seem to phase you.Â
âIâm not hurt! Not any more hurt than I usually am when I fall anywayâŠâ You mumbled the last bit, and shook your head. âAnd itâs okay! I insist, itâs the least I could do!â Your smile was wide and bright, and somehow contagious. As soon as you locked eyes with her, she smiled back at you, though her smile was much more akin to a smirk.Â
She leaned forward so your faces were near each other, and her eyes glazed over yours and she continued to smirk as she pulled back. âIf you really insist, I have something in mind.â Her original mission had subsided in her mind, and it seemed she had a new plan she wanted to see through. She was still being cautious, but she would play along for now. This could prove to be entertaining, afterall.Â
You yapped away, Vi barely getting any words in since giving you her name. She didnât seem to mind though, and listened closely to everything you had to say. It didnât take long to learn all about you, considering the fact that you told her basically all the important information. It was fun! You got to tell her all about your job, your close group of friends, and your favorite hobbies and pastimes. Vi even asked questions to learn more, despite you not picking up on her prodding more into your personal life.Â
She had tried to justify it as gathering intel for her next trip with Powder and the boys, but she was growing more intrigued by the second. Though as you reached the stall she had escorted you to, you looked at her. âOh! A flower stall! Are you getting flowers for someone? Thatâs so thoughtful!â You giggled, and looked at the wide array of different flowers local to your home and even exported from further off.Â
Vi smirked, before putting on a small act. She sighed deeply, and looked deep in thought. âIâd love to get her flowers, but Iâm not sure what kind she likes. Thereâs too many to choose from, itâs overwhelmingâŠwhat kind do you like?â She looked over to you, eyes full of mischief. She only smiled wider when it seemed like you didnât gather the implications.Â
âI think these oneâs here are the prettiest, and the bouquet has a good variety of flowers! So no matter the room, you can probably make the flowers suit it perfectly!â You thought carefully about your answer, wanting to make sure she could get the best possible ones for the girl she wanted to get them for. It was no trouble, you did bump into her, so it only seemed fitting to help out however you could.Â
âI seeâŠâ She said, and picked up the bouquet you chose. âI hope sheâll like these.â As she said it in a thoughtful but playful tone, before handing them to you. âSo, do you like them?â Her hand was outstretched, and you looked at the flowers in confusion. She could practically see the gears turning in your head, and tried to wait to see if youâd understand.Â
âTHEYâRE FOR ME?!â You said, way louder than you meant to. It brought a light blush to your cheeks and you pouted at her. âBut Iâm the one that bumped into you! I should be getting you a gift!â You looked around the booth, and quickly picked up a bouquet of flowers you thought would suit her. Paying quickly, you copied her motion of giving her the flowers.Â
âThese are for you then! They have colors that remind me of you and your hair, so I guess itâsâŠa trade?â You thought carefully, trying to decide if youâd be satisfied with a trade rather than providing something to her from your stumble into her. The flowers werenât very expensive, so it didnât really seem fair.Â
âHow sweet of youâŠâ Vi said, a glimmer of something in her eyes that you couldnât place. âIâll happily accept these flowers from you, cupcake.â She gave a wink, but by now she knew you wouldnât understand the undertones of her words and meaning. Sheâd have to be more direct to get through to you. Stepping up her game seemed in order, but not just yet.Â
âLet me at least buy you something else!â You pleaded, wide eyes as you looked around the stalls to find something else you could give her for her troubles. But Vi looked to the sky, cursing under her breath. At the noise, you tilted your head and asked, âIs something wrong?â You sounded worried, and it only made her heart swell further.Â
âMy sister is waiting for me at home, I have to go.â She seemed reluctant to say it, but started walking away with a glance to you over her shoulder. âDonât worry, weâll meet again.â To you, the words were reassuringâŠwhereas most people would have seen it as ominous. You barely knew her, but you welcomed her regardless. Thereâs no way in hell this would be the last time she saw you.Â
âBut! I have to buy you something else!â You called, jogging the few steps to catch up with her. She had the flowers you had bought her in her arms, and the other items sheâd âboughtâ within her carry pack. She stopped as you approached, you putting a hand on her shoulder.Â
She hummed, turning to look fully at you before smirking with a dark glint in her eyes. âThenâŠâ She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek, before playfully breathing into your ear, âWeâll make it a date. Next time, you can take me out on the condition I get to take you out after.â She pulled back, and could have burst out laughing from the shocked look on your face as you blushed.Â
It only made you smile wide, âOkay! Itâs a promise then! Do I get to pick what we do for our date?â You hopped once in place and waited eagerly for her response.
âOf course, cupcake. Anything you wanna do.â With her final words, she turned, as you lost her in the crowd of people. It only then occurred to you that she had no way of knowing where you lived. What if she got lost and never saw you again? Or even worse, what if you never saw her again? It had crushed your spirit a little, and your eyes cast down as you pouted, walking back to your house.Â
Though from the shadows, Vi loomed. She watched you walk all the way home, making note of any recognizable locations and landmarks so she would remember exactly how to get to you. You were a new form of intoxication sheâd never experienced. You were pure, innocent. You didnât pick up on her flirting until she made sure you did, and you never once questioned her attire or why youâd never seen her before. It made her let out a chuckle, as she watched you, almost hungrily.Â
Youâd see her again, sooner than youâd thinkâŠand sheâd make sure you could never forget her. She knew it was just a matter of time before she corrupted that innocence of yours, making you hers in any way she wantedâŠany way she desired.Â
You should have run when you had the chance, cupcake.Â
#arcane x reader#fem! reader#yandere! vi x reader#arcane vi x reader#yandere arcane x reader#no blood or violence...yet#x reader#request#fem reader
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a very indulgent exploration of what could've, should've been...
Don't Worry Darling (SPIN-OFF) - Masterlist, Authorâs Notes & Warnings / alternatively, read on wattpad
Part One (word count: 6.2k)
â... Jack? Excuse me, Jack? Is that really you?â
The man reluctantly stopped in his tracks and turned around, recognizing the woman but having forgotten her name. âOh⊠hi there, uhmâŠ?â
âEmma. Itâs Emma. You remember me, right?â
âYeah, youâre, uhm⊠you used to work at the hospitalâŠâ
Emma approached him, noting he wasnât keen on breaching the gap himself. Poor fellow, she thought. He looked a mess. She was surprised sheâd even recognized him. âOh, Iâm still at the hospital! How are you, Jack? You know, weâre all worried about you. Why didnât you take us up on our offer, hm? Weâd have loved to help you any way we could⊠It canât have been easy. Gloria told us she came over once with a home cooked casserole but no one answered the door. She assumed youâd moved. Which is good, we thought. But we couldnât get a hold of you, you mustâve also changed your numberâŠâ
Jack wasnât really making eye contact. His gaze downcast, a hoodie atop of a beanie on his head and an oversized, worn out puffer jacket that almost swallowed him up. He looked very poorly even hidden behind all that. His facial hair unkempt, as was his hair tucked underneath his beanie, seemingly longer strands of it all messy and straw-like peeking out. His glasses loose at his temples. His face was hollow cheeked and she really feared he wasnât looking after himself properly at all. But what really stood out to her was the bouquet of flowers he was carrying.
âYeah⊠I moved out of there. Too many memories.â
âThose were her favourite⊠pink roses,â she mused. âYou miss her so, donât you, Jack? You canât even bear talking to me about her, you poor man, even after all this time⊠What must you be going through⊠do youâ agh. This is so insensible of me to even ask. Forgive me. But if itâs any consolation, us at the hospital havenât given up hope. We still think sheâs out there, somewhere, our AliceâŠâ
Jack cleared his throat and took a step back. âI should get goingâŠâ
âOf course. Do take care of yourself, Jack. And if you ever want to reach out, you know where to find us. Take all the time you need.â
âThank you,...â he stammered a bit, not knowing what else to say. He walked for a while in the wrong direction, just in case the nosy woman decided to follow him.Â
He hadnât moved. That wouldâve been near impossible, and since he managed to dodge the bullet while the police were sniffing around for the longest time, he figured there wasnât any reason to do so anymore. But he couldnât have her know that, which is why he never answered the door to the other woman with the casserole either.Â
After making sure she wasnât following him, he resumed his walk home. He wished he could find some type of work from home. Heâd be saving so much time and money on the commute, plus heâd always be there, which was quite imperative, all things considered.
What if there was a power outage? The one time thatâd happened, thereâd been dire consequences. Consequences he hadnât had to endure. And he simply couldnât allow that to happen again.
There were so many things that could go wrong while he wasnât home.
Plus, if he worked remote he could take on a full shift. As it was, he had to work part-time, which wasnât nearly enough to make ends meet. But the commute and all the prep he had to do were taking up too much time, time he didnât want to waste here.
Finally arriving home, he made sure to secure the front door- the lock and all 3 of the bolts.Â
Checking the computer screen, he only had 40 minutes left. The woman had made him late, what with all the detours he had to make to be sure she wasnât following him.
Canned tuna it was, then. Again. No time for cooking. Not that he had much in the fridge anyway.Â
He always felt antsy between the time he got back home and logging in. He wanted to get everything done and out of the way as soon as possible- cooking, laundry, cleaning (more like tidying up, the apartment was far from clean even by his standards), everything on autopilot, peeking at the computer screen every now and then to make sure he didnât miss his log-in window.
With 20 minutes to spare, that was his que.Â
âOh!â He rushed back to the kitchen to retrieve the flowers, then using the keys that he wore on a chain around his neck for safekeeping, he unbolted yet another set of locks on the bedroom door.Â
There she was.Â
His heart always swelled in his chest seeing her there, safe and sound. Everyday day, without fail, a sigh of relief escaped his lips once he entered the bedroom. Heâd probably never stop worrying while he was away for work.
âDarling, I⊠miss you all the timeâŠâ he hummed the lyrics to a song he used to sing to her often, placing the flowers in a vase by the bed. âGot you flowers, your favourite! Even that pesky Emma from the hospital remembers theyâre your favourite. Youâre so loved, hm? My precious girl.â He sat on the edge of the bed and reached to caress her supple cheek. âBut I love you the most.â
Jack knew he did. Who else would do all this for her? Nobody! He tended after her, emptied out her waste bags as well as checked the respective connecting catheters were secure in place, cleaned her up, all without so much as wrinkling his nose. He replaced the IV, taking note that there was some bruising on that arm so he made sure to switch, he removed her compressive socks and massaged her limbs thoroughly before putting them back on, even made sure to hydrate her lips though she was getting all her nutrients through her IV, hell- he thought of everything. He did it all for her happily, and would do much more if needed.Â
Sheâd done so much for them, too.Â
She still did!
But long gone were the days where heâd see her come home from back to back shifts at the hospital, with barely any time to get some sleep in before she had to head back, all because she had to support the both of them all while paying off her student loans.Â
Medschool was so expensive. Had he met her before heâd have talked her out of that career path. Heâd have talked her out of any career! No. That was his job. He was the caretaker. He was the breadwinner. Itâd been like that since the beginning of time. It was only natural for the man to provide. The fact that sheâd had to for all that time had been killing him, every day that he had to sit at home and wait for her to get back from the hospital only to see her defeated, exhausted, drained beyond belief.Â
Resident doctors were paid shit but strung out to the max. Especially surgeons.Â
Meanwhile, Jack had struggled to find a job for the longest time. Unlike her, he hadnât gone to college, let alone university. His parents couldnât afford it at the time and he knew better than to tie himself up in student loans. Heâd had odd jobs but nothing really ever stuck. He had no real skills, and every entry job demanded some form of higher education nowadays.
Plus, someone had to do house chores, cook and clean. And they couldnât afford help.Â
Itâd been eating him up inside. It was all backwards!Â
All up until heâd met someone online and got to talking over a game of World of Warcraft. This guy swore up and down about this dark web programme heâd found, but it was all very hush-hush, and Jack had to put in some serious gameplay time until he managed to extricate the info out of him.
The guy was very paranoid about telling him and even used a code system for what to look up. Jack took the lead and before long, he fell down the rabbit hole of what he now knew to be the Victory Project.
He got so immersed trying to digest all this new info being thrown his way all of a sudden that he nearly got caught listening to one of the podcasts when sheâd gotten home from the hospital one day. Heâd even forgotten to call the plumber. Boy- had that pissed her off.
She was already on edge all the time. Never had any time for him anyway- but if she got upset over silly little things she shut him out completely.Â
He felt emasculated. Rejected. Reduced to a housewife.
Jack smirked to himself, as he tended to her whilst pondering all that. Securing the straps back around her wrists he mused at how things had changed. âI fixed it for us, I told you I would. Now youâre the one whoâs waiting for me just as we speak. And I donât even come home to you in scrubs, do I? No, I come home to you all handsome, suit and tie and ready to get my fill of you. Never too tired for you, am I darling? Youâre such a great cook, god knows my mouth waters just thinking of all youâve slaved over for us to feast on, but all I wanna do is feast on you instead. Arenât you lucky?â
Jack watched her expressionless eyes for a moment as if waiting for her to answer him back, and promptly remembered to apply her eye drops, noticing they looked extra blood-shot than normal. He then finally got comfy in bed next to her. He couldnât wait a moment longer. He was hard already just in anticipation of the way sheâd excitedly open the door for him. The door to their lavish home, and their extravagant life together that heâd earned for the two of them. Him.Â
He fixed the device around his own eyes and turned it on, taking her hand in his.Â
âWelcome to the Victory Project. There are currently 72 active users.â
Nothing beat this. The pleasant, warm afternoon air sweeping through his perfectly coiffed hair as he rushed to get home to her from the Victory Headquarters. Here, the weather was always perfect⊠whereas, in the apartment, he had to keep the heating on a lower setting, the bill was ridiculous during the colder months. He always had to wear layers and layers, but not in the bedroom- no, he kept a radiator in there. All for her. He had to switch it off for safety reasons while he was away at work but it wasnât like she was aware of her surroundings anyway! All the more reasons why he had to find something remote so he could work from home and clear up all these little things that bugged him about the whole arrangement.Â
But he didnât want to think about all that, not while he was here. No, here, those problems didnât exist. This was his preferred reality, this was what he chose to believe was real. All the rest was just a means to an end.
He could feel all his exhaustment leave his body the closer he got to the house. He seldom wondered why she couldnât have done the same for him coming back from the hospital. Why she couldnât just leave all that baggage at the door and be glad to be home, back to him, where he waited for her like a lovesick puppy with separation anxiety.
He knew the answer to that now, of course, and that was all Frankâs merit- the brain behind this whole thing. Heâd listened to his podcasts for a long while before he enrolled into the program. There was no way she could ever respect him within their given dynamic at the time. The roles were reversed and she couldnât allow herself to be a woman to her man.
Heâd fixed it, though, and boy, had Frank been right.
Every day, without fail, he knocked on the door coming home from work and there she was- all smiles and carefree and so eager to please him, in any way he saw fit. All because she respected him now. He was the man of the house, he was the breadwinner, he put a roof over her head, he got her all her little heart desired and kept her satisfied and happy.Â
Which is why when nobody answered the door he was a bit taken aback.
Using his key that heâd rarely ever had to use himself to unlock the door, he let himself in and carefully inspected the silent house.
He knew, realistically, that there was no way something couldâve gone wrong- there was no crime in Victory. No one had broken into their home. But still, he searched the house tentatively. âAlice?â
Everything was spotless, and most striking of all, he couldnât smell a trace of the homecooked meal heâd so been looking forward to. That tuna was enough to sustain his physical body, but not his large appetite.
Reaching the bedroom, he furrowed his brows with worry upon finding her⊠sleeping. Passed out on the bed, clad in her street clothes. Sheâd seemingly come back home from town exhausted and mustâve stretched her bones a bit by the looks of it.Â
He contemplated waking her up. Maybe crawling between her thighs and having her gasp awake at the feel of him lapping languidly at her folds. He loved waking her up like that, and she did too. She loved being loved on, and Jack absolutely loved pleasuring her. She was so much more responsive, so much more sensitive to his touch, he could pleasure her over and over for hours on end. Probably âcause of all the practice he was having on a regular basis. And maybe he adjusted some settings regarding his stamina while creating his profile too, but at the end of the day, why not? He did it for her. All of this was for her!
Jack grunted to himself before closing the door to the bedroom so he wouldnât perturb her sleep, deciding last minute to forgo his initial plans. Funny heâd been reminiscing about how things used to be just in time for this to happen all of a sudden.
It mustâve been a glitch in the system or something. This wasnât in line with what heâd designed for themselves. Here, they were never tired, ill or imperfect in any way. Jack made a mental note to look into this after he logged out.
In the meanwhile- heâd never tried his hand at cooking here, where presumably heâd be a lot better at it than he was in reality.Â
Just like with everything else.
*
Alice blinked her eyes awake. She took in her surroundings and hesitantly stood up on the bed in the dark room, letting her sight adjust.Â
How did she get back here? Not here, here. She had an inkling of how sheâd managed that- but back to the house, from the Headquarters. She couldnât remember making the trek back.
Maybe she didnât have to.
Maybe this was the default setting she woke up to everytime after entering⊠the simulation. Because, what else was this if not that?!
How long was she out of it? Judging by the darkness surrounding her, a good few hours. Perking her ears up, she could hear music- so Jack was home too.
She cradled her knees to her chest, trying to let it all sink in. She hadnât had time to properly digest what had happened, in her unconscious state.
Hell, she was surprised she could even remember.
But this explained it⊠explained all the fuzzy deja vu-like flashbacks she kept having. Explained her brain fog and all the things she just couldnât follow through in her train of thought. Explained why she sometimes couldnât account for most of her day until Jack came home from work, almost as if sheâd been on auto-pilot.Â
Explained all the vivid âdreamsâ.Â
They werenât fanciful dreams, idealistic wishes of a progressive feminist world for which sheâd gotten shock therapy at the Victoryâs doctorâs orders.
They were her memories.
Waking up tied down to that bed⊠her own bed, from another life, had been traumatic, but she clearly was still in shock to be so calm about it.Â
She hadnât been calm initially of course- not when she couldnât move her arms or blink her eyes shut.Â
Sheâd managed to slip out of the confines, her wrists weak and frail and barely recognizable, yanking her IV out of her vein by accident- she hadnât even known it was there!, all in an effort to get those things that forced her eyes open off of her face.
Sheâd been hysteric. Tried to muffle her own screams, because she didnât know who was around to hear them. Tried to calm herself down, but the more she noticed, the more she hyperventilated. Like the fact that had both urinary and rectal catheters sticking out of her. Then she noticed how emaciated she looked, almost like she couldnât even recognize her own body. She couldnât feel her limbs, she felt numb and achy all over, bruises all across her skin from sitting still for so long. Her throat was hoarse, she couldnât really scream that loud even if she wanted to.
Sheâd fumbled out of bed and immediately collapsed to the floor. She was too weak to stand, and she prayed she hadnât broken any bones in her fall. She sat there crying in a fetal position for god knows how long, thinking of all the fractures sheâd fixed in the OR, and all her knowledge that had gone to waste.Â
All her life that had gone to waste!
This room, this bedroom- her old life came back to her in a flash, flooding all her senses. It felt like everything was finally clicking into place, and despite how miserable and utterly devastated she felt, it was a relief to finally figure it out.Â
With the way nobody came rushing into the bedroom, she knew she was alone. Unless Jack was at this computer, headphones onâ oh god. She felt her mind split into two trying to reconcile the fact that these two very different men were one and the same!
She was alone strapped to the bed- which could only mean one thing. He wasnât constrained like she was. He hadnât been forced into this. Unless they were being kept separate⊠both victims of this sick mindfuck.Â
Because⊠surelyâ surely Jack couldnât be behind this.
⊠Could he?
Scrambling for the door, determined to get some answers, she reached for the doorknob.
When she couldnât get it to open, she mustered up all her strength to stand up- but still- it was no use. It was locked. And with the way it felt it looked like the door had been tampered with, bolted shut from the outside, not just locked.Â
She was trapped. A prisoner in her own home. She eyed the windows next and even if by some miracle they werenât bolted shut too- she knew she was too weak to try and use the fire escape. Sheâd surely succumb to her death trying to evade. She needed a plan- a better plan.
Her brain was scurrying to come up with something-anything, all the while dry heaving at the sight of her waste bags still attached to her by those catheters and the overall stale smell of the room, but she knew that with how dehydrated she was, vomiting would take her out completely at that point. She head to keep it together, had toâ
Sheâd heard what she recognized to be the front door. Her blood froze in her veins. She didnât know who it was, she had no idea who was behind all this. She had no clue where Jack was, if he even was part of thisâ her heart told her no, he couldnât have, but at this point she had no way of knowing what was real or not, let alone what this all meant.
She couldnât risk being found conscious. She was clearly being kept in a comatose state, treated as one such patient at least, and the fact that sheâd woken up from that induced state was definitely not intended to happen.
She remembered what had happened before she woke up like this- sheâd reached the infamous, off limits Victory Headquarters. Because a plane had crashed in that direction, and the trolley driver didnât believe her nor wanted to take her there!
Sheâd made the trek all the way there⊠itâd taken her ages, in the scorching sun- and finally, finally, sheâd reached the imposing building, in hopes of finding some help or at least some answers at that point!
Next thing she knew, sheâd woken up strapped to this bed. Her bed, in her old bedroom, from her old life that had been stolen away from her!
She needed to gather as much information as possible, and the only way she could do that was to get back into that bed and pretend she never came to.
There was no other way.
She hurried as best she could, barely making it back to the bed, made sure she was laid out in the same outstretched position. By some miracle, the catheters were still in place, their respective bags on the floor by the foot of the bed. The hardest part was fixing whatever that contraption was over her face and around her eyes. It dug deep into her flesh and she remembered to wipe any traces of tears from her face when new ones began rolling down her face. She was surprised her body could even produce them with how parched she felt. She then inserted the needle back into her bruised veinâ which was sure to get infected at this rate, whoever was doing this to her was amateur at best, or they didnât much care to keep her alive. She didnât know which prospect was worse. She slipped her wrists back through the strap loops, hoping it wouldnât be obvious sheâd gotten them a bit loose when she struggled her way out of them.Â
And then sheâd waited. And waited. And waited. All the while a bright red light scanned her eyeballs systematically, no doubt whatever was used to induce her into that trance or whatever it was that created the optimal parameters for the alternate reality to take place. She couldnât even wrap her mind around it. She couldnât even begin to understand how it worked- all she knew was that it was all too real to be just a dream. No. That was a controlled environment. The world simulation came to her again.
Her whole body froze as sheâd heard the lock, then what she counted to be 3 other bolts on the bedroom door. She could only see directly above her, and that barely- but she could hear him when he came in.Â
Smell him, even.Â
And it wasnât the smell of expensive cologne sheâd grown used to, but a more familiar smell. A smell that felt more real, more ingrained in her subconscious- that of clothes heâd dug out of the laundry hamper to wear a few more times when everything else was too dirty even for his own standards, mixed with canned tuna and the faintest amount of deodorant that did nothing to mask the fact that heâd skipped showering for a day or two.
Her heart sank when she heard him hum to himself the song that had been stuck in her mind for ages- the one sheâd been humming herself but couldnât remember where she knew it from. This is where she knew it from. Itâd been their song, in a way, a song heâd made up just for her.
âDarling, I⊠miss you all the time⊠Got you flowers, your favourite! Even that pesky Emma from the hospital remembers theyâre your favourite. Youâre so loved, hm? My precious girl.â She felt him sit on the edge of the bed and tried her best not to flinch when he leaned in to caress her cheek. âBut I love you the most.â
She could feel her eyes well up with tears. Tears she couldnât even blink away.Â
He then started tending to her and she mustered up all of her willpower not to lurch at him when heâd gotten her out of her restraints- she knew she was no match for him, not in her weakened state by any means.
He was doing this to her. It was him! All while declaring his love for her. She felt her heart break into a million pieces, all the while forcing herself not to make any movements and break her cover. Not even when he cleaned her with wet wipes up and checked the catheters, emptying the waste bags. God- she wished she was dead. For a while she zoned out completely, much like rape victims. She just let it happen to her, dissociating from her body completely, mentally checking out.
Heâd eventually poured what mustâve been eyedrops into her sockets and that brought her back to reality. Whatever reality was anymoreâŠ
And then⊠to her utter shock, she felt him get in bed next to her. The familiar clank of the device sheâd placed back onto herself could be heard and she realized he was putting on the same headgear.Â
He was⊠joining her? He was willingly putting himself through this? Sure, he wasnât forced into it against his will, there was nobody strapping himself to the bed, nobody feeding him through an IV and treating him like a comatose patient.
But he was entering the simulation the same way she was. Through that headgear.
Is this what he did everyday while he was âat workâ? Was this the infamously secret Victory Project that she couldnât even ask him about- exiting that alternate reality and coming back here?
She heard him switch it on and then the whole room went dark before a projector of sorts played a familiar black and white scene on the ceiling, above the bed. She felt him interlace his fingers with hers and she was done for- she couldnât fight it. Whatever this was, it was working fast, making her slip into unconsciousness almost immediately.
Followed directly after by her waking up in her other bedroom. Unrestrained. Nothing to force her eyes open. Clean. Rejuvenated even.
But scared shitless.
Traumatised.
Heartbroken.
She didnât know how long she stood there, trying to make sense of it all in the darkness. Thankful to be able to move freely, thankful to feel like her old self, but well aware that it was all an illusion, that her real self was held hostage somewhere god knows where. Helpless, frail and alone.
She felt conflicted. Why was he doing this?! Why had he done this to her? Sheâd heard him say he loved her most. Heard heâd brought her flowers, even though she couldnât even see them. Felt him tend to her, he was doing a lousy job at it but was keeping her alive and she could tell he was trying his best, being gentle, careful, thoughtful even when the reality was he didnât have to. Not when, for all he knew, she was unconscious.Â
This was insanity.Â
There was no other explanation. No other justification. She understood the nuances- could see why this was- on paper- a better life. But it was fake! And most of all, it wasnât her choice!
Sheâd been forced into it, against her will, without her even being aware of it! Her life had been robbed away from her. Her family, her friends, her hard work. The only common denominator⊠was Jack.
She didnât know how to go about it, but if there was any chance of her escaping, she had to play dumb and pretend she knew nothing.
She wasnât sure how she could face him knowing what she did, but she had to. She had to buy time, enough time until she could put her plan into motion.Â
She didnât know if sheâd succeed, but she had to try. She had to. She had to escape, claim her life back, good or bad.
She got off the bed, marvelling at how strong and healthy she felt, as opposed to how sheâd collapsed on the floor in her real body. That alone emboldened her, she had to go face the music.
And face the music she did. Jack had put a record on, blasting it at high volume with little consideration to her being asleep. No surprises there.
But as she approached the kitchen, she took in the sight of him⊠cooking. Or, trying to cook.Â
Apparently, you couldnât tweak everything in this alternate reality. Or maybe he didnât care to fumble with his cooking skills. Because heâd definitely perfected some of his other skillsâ
âYouâre awake!... I didnât have time to set the table.â
âWhatâs going on?â She watched him scurry around the kitchen, trying to do a dozen things at once and failing.Â
âWell, Iâm making you dinner. Now, we were supposed to have five courses. Unfortunately, I think weâre down to about three.âÂ
She took note of the mess, especially the way something was about to catch on fire on the stove.
âThatâ donât look at that. That course is officially off the menu.â
Thatâs when it clicked in her brainâ the fucker had switched up his accent! He had a British accent here! Oh, she could laugh if she didnât feel like murdering him. She reminded herself it wouldnât be the real him sheâd be murdering, though. No, for all she knew if she harmed him in any way here, she might end up trapped inside this simulation forever if her plan failed. Or until her real body died, with no one to tend for it, even as poorly as he was, in the real world.
She had to thread carefully. âWhat happened?â
âI got a little aggressive with the seasoning.â
âHow long have you been home?â
âUh, a few hours.â He proceeded to make even more of a mess in his attempt to jump from one dish to the next. âOkaaay. Nope. Donât look at that. Thatâsâ Okay, so Iâm making that roast, you know the one you made for my birthday? Only with a few changesâŠâ
âI was here when you got here?âÂ
âYeah. Asleep in the bedroom. Do you put carrots in a roast?â
âHow did I get home?â That was a reasonable question. Last thing she knew of this reality was sheâd reached the Headquarters. She needed to know if anyone knew about it.
âTrolley, I think.â
âWait, so he came out and got me?!â
âWho are you talking about?â
âJack, I got off the trolley. I saw a plane crash.â
âAlice, I think I wouldâve heard if there was a plane crash.â
âNo, Jack, I saw itâŠâ
âThey tend to be rather loudâŠâ
â... and I started walkingââ
ââand hard to miss.â
It was dawning on her that she wasnât going to milk any info on this out of him. He was going to pretend the plane never crashed, of course, whatever that even meant for this simulation. Or maybe the plane crashing was only visible to her version of this altered reality. She couldnât know for sure. But he seemed unconcerned otherwise. She didnât think he knew sheâd gone there. She really mustâve re-entered right back into the bedroom, after all, she, along with all the other women, were never meant to go up there, the Headquarters were off-limits.
Meaning that was probably from where the men entered. Since they were the only ones who came and left. The women were probably all bound to their own respective beds back in the real world, they were never meant to leave the simulation. It made sense why sheâd found herself back in the house- where she belonged. And it made sense if that was where the man entered and exited since thatâs where they all allegedly went everyday for âworkâ.
Her heart sank at the realization that it was highly probable that all the other women were victims, just like her. Unless everything and everyone else was a simulation around them.
âHey. Are you okay?â
She tried not to flinch when Jack finally noticed sheâd zoned out whilst trying to process all of this, and touched her shoulder, taking a better look at her.
âNoâŠI donât knowâIâm notâŠâ
Before she could react, he pulled her into his arms. That smell of expensive cologne hit her again, overriding the smell of stale clothes and canned tuna from her recent memory. And his embrace felt so familiar, so comforting, that for a moment she allowed herself to pretend like this was the person she knew to love her. The person she couldnât wait to come back home from work everyday. The person that made her smile and laugh and moan and cry tears of happiness. She knew him well, she loved him with all her heart. And she was reluctant to accept that this man was the same that was keeping her strapped against the bed. Because that was the reality of it.Â
But this version of Jack that was holding her felt so real as wellâŠ
âI had a really weird dream. A really weird dreamâŠâ
âIâm sorry.â
Her heart sank. Was he, sorry? She buried her face deeper into his chest and held her breath, stifling a sob as tears flooded her eyes immediately. She wanted to break down in his arms and ask him why heâd done this. She wanted to give him a chance to explain himself. Wanted for him to somehow, magically, make it all better.
But she knew there was no way for him to do it. There was nothing he could say or do to justify what heâd done to her, even if his intentions didnât seem as evil as they truly were to him.
Because she knew Jack. She knew heâd probably convinced himself somehow that this was the only way out of the miserable life they were living- and be it as it were, it was her life! Heâd had no right to steal it from her like that.Â
âDo you know what weird dreams make me? Hungry.â He fed her a carrot he was holding jokingly then turned her around as she chewed absentmindedly, her mind racing, still taking in the reality of what her life was. Or the alternate reality, more like it.
Jack cupped her face, searching her eyes and declared solemnly, âAlice, I want to be honest with you about something.â
She almost choked on the carrot she was chewing on. Was heâ
âI donât think these mashed potatoes are gonna work.â
She swallowed, a bitter taste in her mouth at her naivete. âThatâs because you need to boil them first, babyâŠâ
âI knew it⊠I knew there was a step missing. Such an idiot,â he smiled bashfully.
She laughed at that. A manic laugh, but he didnât seem to notice. Not at how incompetent he was at such a basic life skill- who the hell tries to mash raw potatoes?!- but at how hopeful sheâd been for a moment there, believing he was about to confess everything just like that, out of the blue.
âLet me put a pot onâŠâ
âNo, no, noââ
âCome on, let meââ
âMake us some drinks. Relax.â He pulled her out of the kitchen and into the lounge, declaring âI am your chef tonight!â
Lord knew she desperately needed a drink at this point, so she sighed heavily, getting to it, when he stopped her in her tracks, âhey!â
âHm?â
âYou love me?â
She swallowed the lump in her throat. She replied like she used to, back in the real world. Something she didnât remember ever doing here, but it just came to her by reflex now that her memory of her past life had come back to her fully. And for some reason that she couldnât explain, she meant it, still. âThe most.â
Jack seemed pleased with her answer, and resumed his âcookingâ. Alice turned to the whiskey bottle and downed two doubles, one after the other.Â
How was she ever going to get free when her stupid heart had meant what she said?
She couldnât allow herself to be fooled by this false reality any longer. Couldnât allow to slip into his arms again and pretend he loved her when this was anything but love.Â
So she waited. Waited until he fell asleep that night (thankfully all the âcookingâ had seemingly tired him out and he didnât try anything)- praying this meant he was truly asleep.
Got dressed, tiptoed out of the house and geared up for a long journey to the Headquarters. She couldnât risk taking the car and waking him or the neighbours up, alerting them with this unusual behaviour. There weren't any trolleys late at night by any means- everyone was sound asleep.
Everyone but her.
She was no longer asleep.
A/N: i've been meaning to get to this for the longest while! hopefully it scratches some itches we've been left with. i had fun writing this first part. more to come đ
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