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pondering corrupted storches....... im stroking my wizard beard deep in contemplation. this straight up might make zero sense but eurm. i dont think theyre real! at least not in the same way the corrupted eules, mynahs, and stars are i'm under the belief that sierpinski is currently the only place being Fleshed for Real. nowhere is straight up noneuclidian and also at the bottom of a mine and rotfront seems to take place during ariane's time there. also ariane's room is straight up in the wall and the train still runs despite the Flesh i say this because corrupted storches only appear in nowhere and rotfront! at least if my memory is correct that is.. not to mention theyre a bit more? Weird? than the other corrupteds. the stars, eules, and mynahs are all visibly "oh yeah that guy got fleshed. shucks." but storches have an entire leg sticking out of their face, not to mention that leg looks different from their actual legs (for example, it isn't jointed!). How does that even Get there?
while I can definitely see the argument that it's just even More proof that reality is breaking down and both nowhere and rotfront are the result of reality eroding into flesh thanks to ariane, I think its more fun to consider it an off-branch dimension like the red desert that can distort reality as it pleases, including making storches grow legs for faces! In the "normal" dimension, Sierpinski is the only place fleshed, nowhere doesn't exist, and rotfront is proudly flesh-free. Or it could be that ariane pulled those places from space and time and fleshed them in the off-branch dimension and theyre just Missing from the normal one. I don't know. I'm just trying to figure out why there's no corrupted storches on Sierpinski when we see a dorm room full of dead ones ripe for the fleshening. and it's not that replikas can't be fleshed once they're dead, on the worker floor at the beginning of the game there's two visibly dead and not-fleshed eules who become corrupted eules later on.
so why not the storches? why do they only appear corrupted in nowhere and rotfront? i can tell you..... let me get my tinfoil hat on first... its because they don't exist! and neither does nowhere or rotfront! at least not in our dimension! love wins! this probably makes no sense sorry i ponder this game so often
#signalis#corrupted storches..... holding you up like a wizard orb... what are you...#if anyone else has any thoughts or ideas please please let me know!!!!#and if i missed something that disproves all of this well. heh. smirks. i may be stupid
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Too much : Anthony Bridgerton x reader
Request: yes! Anthony and his wife having an argument.
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âMy lord.â
One of Bridgertonsâ most trusted servant knocked on the door of his office and was bold enough to enter inside without invitation.
âI specifically told everyone to not disturb me.â Anthony muttered, not giving his man more than a grunt of annoyance.
Viscountâs sudden change of attitude has been the talk of the whole house lately. After months of sweetness and caring and love between him and his beloved wife Lady Y/N Bridgerton of house Y/H/N something has switched.
For worse.
Man of the house has became distant (again), leaving his wife to tend to herself. Suddenly, his duties, his visits to the siblingâs, social activities (which was a synonim of spending hours at gentlemanâs club) and travels to the other parts of the kingdom (seemingly to inspect the state of assets) took most of, if not whole of his time.
Everyoneâs noticed.
And even without the viscount and his wife ending up on lady Whistledownâs latest brochure.
But truthfully with lord Bridgertonâs stubborn nature and finality there wasnât much anyone could do, even considering all the sympathy for his young wife.
âIâm afraid you have a very important visit my lord.â
âJust tell whoever it is, that Iâm not taking visits at the moment.â
âMy lord -â
âThomson, did you not hear what I said?â finally Anthony raised his gaze on the poor servant.
âItâs the viscountess, my lord.â the other man stuttered.
âMy mother?â
âYour wife, sir.â
âOh, right....â of course, now Y/N was the viscountess, but somehow it was easy to forget she has been holding that title.
âShall I - shall I tell the lady to come back another-?â
âNo. No Iâll see my wife now.â Anthony sighed and since there was no other word from him the butler froze, unsure of how to behave âWell? Let her in, will you?â there was the annoyance again.
The door was opened and there she was.
Y/N. In all her glory, looking beautiful as always, wearing that dress that always took Anthony;s breath away since she nearly glowed while walking. Her smile did not even falter for a second as she nodded to the servant in a silent acknowledgement, but her eyes were cold and sad, uncovering she hasnât in fact been well lately. Regardless of the rumours, allegations that the viscount stopped loving her after no more than a year since marriage and got himself a lover (please donât let it be Sienna all over) she held her head high and kept the appearances. No one had to know that the cheerful, graceful viscountess Bridgerton were spending her nights alone in a cold marriage bed, tossing, turning, tormenting herself with thoughts and longing for the embrace of the man she loved with all her heart.
âHusband.â she said calmly once the door closed behind her, leaving her just standing in front of him awkwardly.
âWife.â
âI didnât have the faintest idea I do need to announce my visit in advance. I shall correct that mistake in the future if thatâs your wish my lord.â
âIs there any specific reason of why youâre here Y/N?â
âIs my presence here this disturbing to you my lord?â
The scribbling on the paper was the only answer she got and it finally broke all her inhibitions and pretences.
"Anthony!"
"What?" he snapped looking up at her from the pile of documents on his desk.
"Talk to me!"
"I'm busy!"
"And I'm lonely! You've been spending time with Benedict and Colin and Daphne and your siblings and god knows where else but not me!"
"They are my family, Y/N."
"I am your family! This is not what your mother-"
"Donât you dare-" he stood up abruptly almost tripping the chair, throwing daggers at her. "Don't you dare say a word about my mother!"
Now that's a drama the whole household heard.
âYour mother-â she tried again, this time more sternly taking one step forward âshowed me nothing but kindness. Your whole family showed me nothing but kindness. All of them. Except-â
âDonât finish it.â he warned but it came much more like a spat.
â-you.â
âWell I didnât force you to marry me!â
The silence that fell between them after that one sentence was deafening. Nothing has ever hurt Y/N this much in her entire life. Never before Anthony has let himself say such cruel words in the moment of weakness and anger. All because he felt too much, because he needed and loved her too much.
âNo.â she said with a tiny voice, her face going as pale as the wall behind her. âno, you didnât force me. Not sure if you didn't do it to yourself.â
âY/N....â Anthony took a step towards her reaching his hand in a poor attempt to form a word that would remedy the situation, help him explain himself and bring her some comfort. âI didnât mean-â
âIâm sorry Iâve seemingly ruined your life, my lord.â
âThat is not-â
âPlease accept my deepest condolences and apologies for ruining your blooming love life with that actress you knew. Know. Shall you remind me her name?â
âY/N!â he shouted in pure desperation.
âHer name, Anthony!â now she was using her noble voice, leaving no word for discussion even to the viscount.
âNo.â
âSienna.â Y/N hissed through clenched teeth, her behaviour far from lady-like. âThatâs her name isnât it? Sienna?â
âYou canât help but remind me of the past mistakes, donât you, my lady?â her husband  growled turning her back to her not wanting to see her face anymore. âYouâre the one I vowed to.â
âForcefully, apparently. Maybe the only mistake you made was letting me walk the aisle and taking my hand while saying I do.â
âMaybe it was! Maybe I didnât give enough thought to it! Perhaps I didnât consider that seeing you every day, walking the rooms of my house, using the title of my wife, naming yourself viscountess Bridgerton will be too much to bare to my heart!â
What Anthony did not consider at that moment was that Y/N would take it way differently than he intended.
He was merely thinking that it was too much too handle cause he was not used to being so attached, so dependant, so - well,forgive me the word - needy. Of her, her touch, her words, her presence, her everything. Hence the distant he put between him and his wife. Perverse nature made him run away before loosing her.
Ironically, causing her to turn away, barely holding back tears, instead of falling into his arms. (such a surprise, right?)
âForgive me my lord, for keeping your mind occupied with my humble person for too long. I am but nothing if not a modest woman, unworthy of the attention of the viscount.â
Oh god, what did he do...?
âYou are -â
âBelow you. Obviously. Perhaps I should have considered your coldness and self-isolation as well. I donât -â she gulped âI donât understand what happened to you, Anthony.â
âI-â as pathetic as that was her husband was trying to explain himself to her.
âFeelings overwhelm you Anthony.â that was something he could not disagree with âNow, my lord, if youâll excuse me, I shall leave, since as you said - youâre busy and I clearly bring you this much displeasure. I shall not bother you again any time soon.â
Before he could stop her Y/N bowed to him in a way more formal and distant way Anthony would wish for, and simply walked away. Leaving him frozen, desperate and broken with the urge to run after her, apologise and reason with that fiery woman who always knew how to make his blood boil. He wanted to hold her, love her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear while feeling her in the most intimate way a man and a wife could ever be together.
But did nothing while she disappeared behind the door.
âPrepare my carriageâ she  commanded the first servant that came her way.
âYes, my lady, may I ask to what destination?â
âIâm going to visit my sister-in-law.â
âCertainly lady Briderton. Itâll be ready for you.â
âAnd not a word of it to my husband.â
âBut my lady -â
âNot a single word. This is an order, not a request.â
She needed a word with the only person who could possibly understand.
part 2 possible... (I think ;) )
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choi soobin x afab!reader
summary: After you found out the smarty-pants in your class was in love with you you thought it would be fun to play around with him a bit, but things take a wrong turn when he is the only one you can text when you are horny and he doesn't hesitate and runs to you, making you feel better than any of your ex boyfriends could.
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warnings: smut content, she/her pronouns used twice (in the texting part) sorry đ, oral, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (don't!!), cum eating, gentle sex, squiting, idk tbh
You glanced to your side, watching the black-haired boy on the other side of the classroom as he wrote down some notes. If you were to be honest, you werenât paying any attention to what the teacher was saying, so you had no idea what he was writing down either. But it didn't matter anyway, you knew he would let you copy his notes later.Â
It was one of the perks of having the classâs smarty-pants be in love with you. You chuckled when you saw him look your way too, smiling at him before you turned away again.Â
âWhat's going on there?â The black-haired girl next to you asked, her eyebrow raised as she pointed at the male on the other side of the class. âWhy do you two keep stealing glances at each other?âÂ
âYou know Yeonjun, right?â You asked, watching as the girl next to you nodded. âWho doesn't,â your best friend scoffed. âWhat does he have to do with anything?âÂ
âWell, he is the one that told me last week our little nerdy here has a crush on me. It all makes sense now if you think about it. I couldn't wrap my head around why he would always send me the lesson notes when I asked for them but not to others. I told Ryan he could ask Soob because I thought he wouldn't have any problems with it, but it turns out he only sent them to me to get me to like him, or something,â You explained, watching as your best friend laughed quietly.Â
âIt's kind of cute though that he does that.âÂ
âBut I don't want âcuteâ anymore,â you rolled your eyes. âI want someone who can actually make me cum and not just stare at me questioning why I wouldn't finish as if he even tried.âÂ
âOkay, I know the last boy was a fail as fuck, literally, but who knows,â the black-haired girl shrugged. âYou want to tell me you think he of all people could make me cum?â You scoffed. âPlease, he probably hasn't fucked a girl in his life.âÂ
You said that, but God, you had no idea what was coming your way.Â
âWho are we gossiping about?â You turned as you heard the maleâs voice, scoffing at how needy he was for the tea. âNo one,â you shook your head. âYour rival,â your best friend grinned, answering instead when you didnât do so. The blond boy scoffed, looking at the black-haired boy. âOh yeah, I am so sure he didnât fuck a girl - or anyone else - in his life,â he agreed.Â
âI am pretty sure Iâve been with a girl more times than he has,â Ryan next to him nodded, joining their conversation. âKinda crazy,â you commented, laughing. Before you could say anything else, you were stopped by the teacher hitting the board with his hand, making you look his way. âAs I was saying,â he started his speech again, giving you a warning look before he turned around, facing the board again so he could write down a few things.Â
Your head fell on the table soon after out of boredom, and before you could even start paying attention to what the teacher was talking about, the bell rang, announcing the end of the lesson.Â
âOkay, guys, who is coming with me to grab lunch?â Your best friend turned towards you and the two boys behind you. âI am passing,â you mumbled immediately, not even fully sitting up and simply turning your head towards her. âI am going,â Ryan proclaimed, already standing up from his place, the blond following him right after.Â
âOkay, I see you guys later, then,â you smiled at them, waving them off as they left the classroom. You knew you should get up too and move to your next class, but you were starting to feel unwell, and the thought of getting up sounded terrible. You sighed, closing your eyes for a few seconds. You knew this classroom was empty for another hour or so anyway.Â
âHey, are you alright?â You opened your eyes again upon hearing the soft voice and feeling the tap on your shoulder, blinking a few times to make your eyes focus again. âMhm, sure I am,â you mumbled, sitting up straight as you looked around. The class was empty by now, only the two of you were left there. âWhy? Were you worried about me?â You chuckled, teasing him. Suddenly, it was as if your headache completely disappeared when you saw the nervous look on his face. âRelax, I am joking,â you shook your head, but couldnât hide your smile.Â
âI donât want to annoy you,â you started, slowly packing your stuff as he stood beside you, waiting like a puppy. âBut do you think you could give me todayâs notes, Soob?âÂ
âYou-â he gulped, trying to ignore the nickname. There was simply something about you calling him Soob. âI donât want it for free though. You could consider it as me owing you one and helping you when youâd need it?â You suggested as you stood up, grabbing your now packed bag. âUhm, sure,â he nodded, not even paying full attention to what you were saying.Â
âIâll text you tonight about the notes then,â you beamed happily, looking like a completely different person as you placed your hand on his arm as a sign of thank you. You were devastated minutes ago, but whoever would see you now wouldnât believe him if he told them so. Soobin wasnât sure why, but he was glad you looked fine again.Â
Soobin threw his bag on the side of his room, jumping into his bed immediately after the long day. He laid down on his back, simply staring at the ceiling of his room. He reached into his pocket for his phone, seeing two unread messages from his best friend. He opened his phone, staring at the two texts. âLook at Instagramâ âThank me laterâ There wasnât much for him to question. Even though to many it might seem confusing, he knew exactly whose Instagram he should check. There was only one person that the two of them talked about together after all.Â
The black-haired male clicked on the icon, waiting for the story to load for a second. Then his eyes widened at the sight. It was a picture of you, but not just any picture. He sat up immediately, looking properly at your body. You were wearing a white top, cropped slightly above your waist. He couldnât help but notice you weren't wearing a bra underneath, your nipples showing through the fabric. Then he saw the black miniskirt, that you definitely pulled higher than you should. He gulped, remembering how you touched his arm earlier today, your fingers brushing on his skin as your hair fell in front of your face.Â
He whined silently as he felt his boxers becoming tighter the more he stared at the picture, your body curves exposed for anyone to see. He shared the story with Yeonjun, his best friend, and immediately texted him how good you looked.Â
Only, did he not know it wasnât Yeonjun he shared the story to. Â
Soobin stared at the messages, screaming as he turned his phone off faster than ever before. He couldnât believe it. He just told you he needed you. There wasnât anything worse that could be happening at the moment. Not to mention the image of your body was still stuck in his head, making him hard.Â
He stared at the messages again, his heart fighting with his brain at that moment. He didnât want to make you do anything, he felt like it would be too forced, even though you were the one suggesting it. But a part of him knew this was his only chance. There was no way he could get you differently. He knew about your dating history, so he also knew you had never been with anyone like him. It was always the boys like Yeonjun, who just understood how to talk to girls properly, how to make them fall for them. But he wasnât like that, he had no idea what he was doing.Â
And just like that, he was in front of your place, rethinking his decisions as he knocked on the front door, trying his best to ignore the boner in his pants that still hadnât gone down. How could it be when you shared a picture like that with him?
âYou came,â you mumbled as you opened the door, looking up at him. Soobin looked down on you, noticing the same top you had in the Instagram picture. He gulped, his eyes then falling on the bottom part of your body and the white panties that were the only thing you were wearing. âHow could I not?â He whispered, making sure this picture would stay in his mind.Â
You grabbed his hand as you took him inside, closing the door behind you immediately. It was only now that you noticed how big his hands were against yours. You just hoped he could use them too.Â
Soobin blindly followed you to your bedroom, his mind full of thoughts about how he should go about this, while his eyes were stuck on your ass, unable to look away as you walked in front of him.Â
âCan I-â he started as his eyes followed you while you sat on your bed. âYou can do absolutely anything, Soob,â you interrupted him, watching as his face turned red. âSoob? Soobie?â You smirked, noticing what the nicknames did to him. âIs that what turns you on?âÂ
âEverything about you turns me on,â he admitted, slowly getting closer to you while you moved back, not taking your eyes off him. You didnât say anything, you couldnât. You simply bit your bottom lip as you found him above yourself, holding eye contact. This was becoming more intimate than you thought it would.Â
âIs it okay for me to kiss you?â He wanted to assure himself one more time. You thought about it for a second, not wanting to give him any hope, but also desperately needing his lips on yours. You nodded to him in the end, grabbing the collar of his shirt and bringing him closer to yourself, pressing your lips on his, your mouth slightly opened which only made it easier for him.Â
His right hand found its way to your boob, carefully sliding under your top, his cold fingers brushing over your nipple. You groaned into the kiss, clenching around nothing but thin air. It felt pathetic. He had barely touched you and you were already getting wet.Â
Soobin left your mouth for a second, getting a disagreeing whine immediately that made him smile as he started placing wet kisses all over your neck, slowly moving down to your collarbone and then between your boobs. Your lips parted as you breathed out from the pleasure, raising your head to look at him. âMhm, take it off,â you whispered, your hand reaching for his sleeve. He didnât hesitate for a second and listened to you, taking his shirt off while you took down your own, exposing your breast to him completely.Â
âFuck,â he groaned at the sight, feeling more and more uncomfortable in his sweatpants. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking at your body one more time before his lips found their way to your breast again, his hand cupping one of them as he pressed kisses on your other boob, his tongue making wet circles around your nipple.Â
âFuck,â it was you groaning this time, quiet moans escaping your lips as your nipples became hard at his touch. âSoob, please,â you whined, throwing your head back into the pillow. âPlease, what? Hm?â He asked, not even looking up and just continuing what he had been doing until now, his lips moving down again, leaving wet traces on your stomach now as his hands found their way to your waist. âI donât know. Just- fuck,â you moaned out again when you felt his lips on your clit through your panties.Â
âJust?â He asked again, looking up at you. You could swear you had never seen anything better in your life. The male was in between your legs, his breath landing right on your clit as he looked at you, absolute need in his eyes.Â
âJust fuck me already,â you begged, watching as he took down your panties, his eyes fixated on your already leaking pussy. âI donât think so,â he informed you, moving up again so he would face you. âI doubt you could take it just like that,â he whispered, moving his fingers to your lips. You didnât need to hear anything else and immediately opened your mouth, sucking on his fingers.Â
Before you could even register his actions you felt him slowly inserting his two fingers into you, carefully watching you. He did so to make sure he was doing everything right. You weren't completely wrong when you said he probably hasnât been with a girl in his life. He couldnât say he would have much experience, but all of his friends were sex addicts - and now he could finally see why - and they couldnât keep their mouths shut every time the topic came up, so it was only natural for Soobin to catch on to a few things.Â
You gasped, your eyes rolling back. You knew there was an obvious difference in your hand sizes but god, his fingers were bigger than you thought. âFuck, curl them now,â you commanded, not daring to look down. He did as you said, feeling his precum on his boxers. He wanted nothing more but to fuck you right then and there, but he knew he had to wait.Â
It didnât take much longer for you to squirt on his fingers, especially after he added pressure to your clit too, his thumb making slow circles around while his fingers were stretching your inside.Â
âCan I eat you out, please?â He asked, looking up at you again, his thumb still rubbing your clit slowly. âPlease, y/n,â he begged, making you go crazy. You weren't sure if it was the way he begged you, the way he said your name, or because of his breath on your skin, but you couldnât say no to him even if you wanted to. âGod, please do,â you whined out and just like that, his tongue was pressed on your pussy right away, not wasting any second of the time he had with you.Â
It had been months since you had cummed thanks to a boy, so you didnât have any expectations for him when you invited him over. But you were wrong when you thought no boys knew how to take care of their girls anymore because he did exactly what he should, making you cum on his tongue a few minutes after he went down on you, not leaving your trembling cunt even then, letting you ride out your orgasm as his nose was pressed on your clit, his tongue carefully licking every last bit of your cum.Â
âSoob,â you groaned, pulling his hair, making him finally raise his head and look at you. âFuck, youâre so pretty,â he mumbled, going up again to kiss you. âAnd delicious,â he informed you, pressing his lips on yours. âFuck, Soob, youâre too good,â you mumbled before you kissed him again, slowly sitting up. âCome closer,â you said, grabbing the hem of his pants, and pulling him closer at the same time.Â
He groaned, his eyes shut tight, his lips unable to stay away from yours. You smirked into the kiss, your hand grabbing his trembling cock over his pants, making him moan. âI donât usually do this butâŠâ you started, breaking your kiss so you could look at his body properly. âYou were so good earlier,â you praised him, not breaking your eye contact as you changed your position so you would be kneeling. âPants off, baby,âÂ
That alone was enough to make him go crazy. You calling him baby just did something with his head. And with his dick.Â
âFuck,â You breathed out when you finally pulled down Soobinâs pants and boxers, your pussy clenching around nothing again. You knew he would be bigger because of his height, but this was more than you had expected.Â
He cupped your cheeks, making you look up at him. âAre you sure?â You chuckled, simply nodding. âI can take good care of you too, you know,â you proclaimed, looking up at him as your right hand wrapped around his cock, not breaking your eye contact. You knew it must have been making him go insane.Â
You started slowly, simply kissing his tip and licking off his precum. Then, you decided to try to take his full length into your mouth, but stopped shortly after getting to his half, already feeling like you were going to gag any second. There was no way you could do this.Â
However, Soobin saw it differently. To him, it looked like you were playing with him, moving slowly and carefully on purpose to tease him. His hand found its way to your head, carefully tugging the hair that was getting in front of your face behind your ears before he held your chin up, making you look at him, his dick still in your mouth. âThink you can go faster, pretty? Please,â He asked, hoping maybe begging would help him.Â
He groaned when he felt you suck harder, trying to go faster too but failing miserably. He chuckled at the sight, his hand in your hair so he could control the speed himself. âIf you want to stop, just punch me, or something, okay? Try not to bite my dick off if you canât take it anymore, though,â he told you, and before you could even look up at him again and question what he was talking about, he was moving with your head on his own as if you were just a toy to fulfill his needs. If you were honest, you were glad he did so. It was turning you on more.Â
âFuck, just a bit more,â he moaned out, thrusting his hips into your mouth as you sucked on him. He didnât dare to look at you just yet, he felt like he would stop if he saw you in the moment, scared he might have been hurting you by determining his speed.Â
When Soobin finally looked at you there were tears in your eyes, and his cum was all over your mouth. He cupped your cheeks, wiping the tears from your eyes with his thumbs. âSorry,â he mumbled. You looked up at him, high on all the pleasure you felt until now thanks to him. God, you knew you needed to do this more often from now on. You licked the corner of your mouth, making sure not a single drop was wasted.Â
âYouâre not done yet, are you?â You asked, your puppy eyes almost making him cum again right away. âFuck, no I am not,â he answered, leaning down to you to kiss you again.Â
Soon after, Soobin found himself sitting on the edge of your bed, his back pressed against the white walls while you sat on him, your head on his shoulder, biting into his skin so you wouldnât get too loud as he fucked you. Holding your ass, he was helping you remain at the same speed, moaning along with you. âSo close, Soob,â you cried out. âHold in a bit more,â he whispered, closing his eyes as he felt himself getting closer to finishing again, too.Â
âFuck,â you breathed out, a mixture of your own and Soobinâs cum leaking from your pussy. You raised your head slowly, your cheeks completely red as you looked into his eyes, still sitting on his cock. âSoob, this was the best sex Iâve ever had. God, you were so good.â He bit onto his bottom lip, watching your fucked out face. âOh, yeah?â He asked, even more embarrassed than you were. âDoes that mean youâll let me fuck you again next time?âÂ
âSoobâŠâ you mumbled, just watching him for a second before you carefully got off him. He just shook his head before you could say anything else. âI know, I know, donât worry,â he muttered. âI still needed to try it,â he smiled awkwardly, his dimples being the cutest thing you had ever seen. âLet me help you clean yourself up before I leave. It's the least I can do,â He suggested. You nodded to him, convinced this was the last time you were together like this. You couldn't be more wrong though.Â
You knew you couldnât stay away from him for too long when he helped you to get into your bathroom and his fingers found their way to your clit again, making you melt at his touch. Even worse was when he carried you to your bed after he switched your bedsheet for you, asking you to let him eat you out one more time before he would leave you alone for good.Â
You just couldnât let him get away.Â
âFuck, Soob,â you mumbled, sitting on the edge of your bed, watching him kneeling in front of you, begging to feel your cum on his tongue again. âYouâre going to be the death of me, arenât you?â His innocent eyes looked up at you, his hands rubbing your thighs. You sighed, âJust stay here.âÂ
You could swear you saw sparks in his eyes as the words left your mouth. âReally? Can I?âÂ
You nodded, agreeing. âSleep here tonight, Iâll let you eat me out again next time.âÂ
Soobin smiled proudly, his hands squeezing your thighs. âOnly next time?âÂ
âGod, just come here,â you proclaimed, pulling him up from the floor into a warm kiss, feeling his hands roaming on your body again. The night was still nowhere to be done.
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pairing: peter parker x reader
a/n: thank you for the request !!!! i had this written, then I decided to rewrite it lmao. I pictured college pete but Im not sure if I specified, also not sure if anyone saw my post abt writing a fic inspired by âpeterâ by taylor swift but i think im going to start working on that and that its gonna be a mini seriesđ.... so stay tuned and request something in the meantime !!
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masterlist, requests are open !!
âThatâs not what I said!â
âOh? Well, thatâs what I heard.â
You two had been going at it for a while now. Peter had missed yet another date youâd both planned. Itâd been a while since you both spent time together, and you thought he was finally going to change that. Until he just stood you up again.Â
Youâd thought after moving in together, youâd see him all the time. The opposite was true. He was always out, either on patrol, at Stark Tower, or wherever else his Superhero duties took him. The problem was, that place never seemed to be with you.
âY/NÂ please-â
âNo, Peter! Iâm sick of it! I try to be understanding, I really do, I try to give you grace, but every time I do itâs like you just make it worse.â You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, âHonestly at this point, it feels like you donât even care anymore.â
His face fell. âCome on baby. You can't seriously think that! It was just a mistake, I won't do it again.â
You nodded, âRight. Think Iâve heard that one before.â You turned around and walked towards your shared bedroom.
âWoah, hey. Wait a minute, whereâre you going?â His voice was hurt, and you almost felt bad for turning your back.
Shaking your head and looked down at your dress. Youâd gotten all dressed up, expecting a nice dinner followed by a walk in the park. You said, âIâm tired, Iâm gonna change and get ready for bed. Sorry, but hey, at least now your schedule is freed up,â you gave him a weak smile, âYou donât have to worry about me.â
âY/N you know itâs not like that. Look youâre all dressed up,â he reached for your arm, âwe can still go out. Please, let me make it up to youâ
Looking into his eyes, it took everything in you to pull away.Â
âPeter,â you whispered, voice so quiet, yet so full of emotion.Â
âI donât want us to fight,â he begged.Â
'Weâre not fighting, not anymore. I just want to be alone.â
âOkay.â He nodded, but still kept his hand on you, reluctant to let go. âIâll sleep on the couch?â
You nodded, not trusting your voice right now.
He deflated. He wasnât exactly expecting you to object, but still. It hurt that you wanted to be away from him so bad.Â
âGood night,â he muttered, watching you walk towards the door with sullen eyes. âIâm right here if you need anything.â
You gave him the tiniest tip of your head, not even bothering to turn around, âNight.â
There was no way he was getting any sleep tonight.
You slept in that day. It was Saturday and you didnât feel like doing anything. Even after you woke up, you stayed in bed scrolling on your phone, heart pounding a little harder when you saw messages from Peter pop up, before effectively sliding them away.
After a few hours of doomscrolling, you stepped out of the room. You could see a throw blanket neatly folded on the couch, you have no idea if heâd even used a pillow. Your heart thrummed with guilt and you decided that tonight he was definitely sleeping on the bed. Or at the very least, youâd sleep on the couch.Â
Walking into the kitchen, you noticed a tray with a note sitting atop a covered plate. When you got closer, you saw that the note held a cheesy breakfast pun. So Peter.
I love you a waffle lot! With a bunch of hearts around it. You couldnât help it, you cracked a smile. He was such a dork. And you loved it.Â
You heated up your breakfast and had gotten well into eating when your phone started ringing. Was it Peter? You didnât really want to speak to him, not yet at least. Youâd kind of hoped you wouldnât have to until tonight-
You picked up your phone and almost let out a sigh of relief when you realized it was just one of your friends, Maddie. Then you felt bad for feeling relieved.Â
You answered the phone. âHey Mads, how's it going.âÂ
âHi Y/N! Good! I was just calling to see if you wanted to go out tonight? Listen, before you say no-â
âNo that sounds great actually,â you cut her off quickly, eager for an excuse to get out of the house. Youâd been canceling plans for way too long in hopes of spending even a moment with Peter, and it seemed as if even your friends had noticed. But no more.
âReally? Great! So there's this raging new club,â she went on, giving you all the details of who was going and who might be there and you listened but barely felt a hint of excitement. You werenât sure if it was because it was a frat party, and those things rarely appealed to you, or if it was lingering feelings from your argument with Peter. Which reminded you why youâd wanted to go out in the first place.Â
âWeâre gonna pregame at my place though, so stop by here and Iâll take you!â She finished, making you smile. Maddie was always sweet, a little more wild than you, but thatâs what made you like her.Â
âSure Maddie, thanks for the invite.â
âOf course, canât wait to see you, I feel like it's been forever since we went out together.â
You let out a small laugh, âI know what you mean. But weâre gonna change that tonight.Â
You said your goodbyes and hung up. You needed to start getting ready soon, despite you just eating breakfast, youâd stayed in all morning and it was pretty late already.Â
You got ready quietly, only a playlist youâd turned on droning in the background as you did your hair and makeup. You walked over to the closet to pick out an outfit and felt a little sad. Usually, Peter was here during this part, helping you pick out something, annoying you when he said you looked beautiful in everything.Â
âPeter! I need real criticism!â
âWell, I canât help it if my girl looks stunning in everything!â
You picked out a nice outfit you deemed fit for clubbing before grabbing a pair of heels and stepping out of your room. Looking around at the empty apartment you realized you should probably let Peter know you werenât going to be home tonight. You didnât feel like calling him though, and if you didnât want to open his messages from earlier either so you decided to take a page out of his book.Â
Grabbing a sticky note, you wrote down the briefest of explanations, before sticking it on your fridge and leaving.Â
He had sent texts saying Good morning!, Do you need anything?, and another explaining heâd be out for a while but heâd made you breakfast, all in hopes of you responding to him. You didnât, but that wasnât too shocking to him. It didnât make it hurt any less though.Â
He knew he fucked up. He knew heâd disappointed you again, let you down again. He knew he deserved this and more. He should be grateful you werenât giving him the more. And he was! But he couldnât help the small selfish part of him that just wished you would let him take you out tonight, or give him something else he could do to make up for it because there was nothing he hated more in the world than when you were mad at him. And he did not want to sleep on the couch again. Sure it was uncomfortable but that was the least of his worries. He hated not sleeping next to you.
That had been his favorite part about the two of you moving into your own place, that he got to hold you every night. After a rough night of patrolling, or working too long on his studies, or a new gadget, he got to go home and hold you, get lost in your touch, and that always made everything better. And it killed him to know you were just down the hall, and he wasnât with you.Â
He tried his best to rush everything, trying to get all his work done for the day so he could spend the whole night with you. He was planning a movie night, bingeing all your favorites. He was gonna give you a proper date, soon, but right now, all that mattered was you two spending time together.Â
On his way home, he stopped at a corner store to grab snacks for the two of you, making sure to get all your favorite ones. He even stopped at a flower shop not far from your apartment to grab you a bouquet and his heart fell when he realized how long itâd been since heâd done this. He definitely deserved the more.Â
He knocked on the door of your apartment a few times and his heart fell as he realized you were either dead set on ignoring him, or you werenât home. When he pulled out his keys and let himself in, he realized it was the latter.Â
Sighing, he set down the bags of snacks and placed the bouquet down as he ran a hand through his hair as he walked around. He entered the kitchen and felt a little better when he saw the dishes heâd used to plate your breakfast were washed and on the drying rack, meaning youâd eaten.Â
He was about to pull out his phone to see if heâd missed a text from you when he saw something on the fridge.Â
âWent out. Be home late.â
His brows furrowed as he read. He didnât know you had plans. Hell, he didnât even know if you had plans now, your note barely explained anything.
All he could do was wait until you came home to sort everything out.
Peter could handle the silent treatment (barely), but what he couldn't handle, was not knowing if you were safe or not. No. That wouldnât fly.Â
Heâd sent you a text when he got home, letting you know he got your note and to have fun and be safe.Â
An hour later, he sent another text. Just as a little check-in. Still no response.Â
It had been about three hours since heâd gotten back when he noticed that his messages had lost the little mark that indicated they were delivered. Weird.Â
He tried to call you, heâd refrained from doing so before because he thought he should let you have your space (which was why, he assumed, youâd left in the first place) but it didnât even ring, he just got sent straight to voicemail.Â
What made him really start to panic, however, was when he went to check your location, which he felt so stupid for not doing before, and it wouldnât load. It kept saying âno location foundâ making his heart beat harder.
This was worse. You were ignoring him, his messages and calls werenât going through. Something was wrong, was your phone off? Were you mugged? Or even worse-
He stopped himself before he could spiral too hard. That wouldnât help, right now, he needed to figure out where you were and if you were okay. He knew you werenât the kind of person who would go out to bars or parties alone. Maybe you went out with a friend? Or maybe you were at a friend's? It was a place to start.Â
He started calling your friends, people he knew you might go out with, and on the fifth call he finally got answers. OrâŠsomething like that.Â
âHello?â Maddie yelled into the phone, making Peter pull his phone away.Â
âHey Maddie, itâs Peter.â
âOh yeah, Y/Nâs dude,â she slurred.Â
âYeah, yeah, Y/Nâs dude. Hey listen, is she with you? She went out tonight but she forgot to tell me where, and now my messages arenât sending.â His pulse was racing. It sounded like Maddie was out, if the blaring music in the background was anything to go off of, and he was desperate to know you were okay.Â
âSorry Patrick, whatâd you say,â she asked making Peterâs brows furrow. They werenât exactly friends, but heâd met Maddie a few times. Enough times for her to know his name was not Patrick.
He shook his head, that didnât matter right now. âY/N. Is she with you, do you go out together?â
âOh!â She exclaimed as if sheâd just remembered something. âYeah, she is!â
Peter let out a sigh of relief.Â
âOr, she was.â He held his breath again.Â
âWhat do you mean âshe wasâ? Where is she?â
âI dunno, she left I think.â Maddie let out a little hum as if to say âtoo bad!â and Peter was sure she must be extremely intoxicated, otherwise there was no way she could be so casual about something like this. He could barely keep himself together.
He ran a hand over his face as he tried not to raise his voice. This was getting frustrating. âShe left? Whereâd she go? Where are you right now?â
âI donât knowâŠshe was bored I think. She was off today. Sâshame, she looked so hot.â
His heart clenched when he realized the reason you were off, was because of him. You didnât have fun, so you left, now he had no idea where you were and it was all his fault.Â
âWhere are you, Maddie?â He repeated.Â
âThat new club on 27th! Get down here Paul, it's so much fun!â She gushed and Peter rolled his eyes. He didnât have time for this.Â
He hung up quickly, not bothering to say goodbye before he got up to put his suit on. He couldn't stand the thought of something happening to you because you were upset and distracted because of him. That you weren't even speaking to him.
There was no way he was going to let anything happen to you.Â
You were walking outside, up and down the sidewalk. You knew it wasnât the safest decision but you didnât really care. The club was stuffy, humid, and way too loud. You just needed to breathe, and then youâd go back. Maybe.Â
You considered hailing a cab and going back home right now. Youâd send Maddie a text, but she probably hadnât noticed youâd left in the first. Sheâd been having a blast, unlike you, drinking shots and dancing with every guy she felt like. You werenât sure she remembered you stopping her to tell her youâd be gone for a bit.Â
On second thought, you were kind of hungry. You hadnât eaten anything other than Peterâs waffles for you that morning and there was an amazing smell floating from a food cart at the end of the block. You could help yourself to something before going home.Â
Before you could reach the food cart, you were flying. Or rather, swinging. You knew who it was right away.Â
Just as fast as heâd snatched you up, Peter put you down on an isolated rooftop, leaving just you and him high above everyone else.
You were about to reprimand him, about to demand an answer as to why heâd just done that, but there wasnât a chance before he was pulling you into a bone-crushing hug.
âPete?â Your voice was soft, you sensed there was something wrong and suddenly any anger or annoyance you held, from now or the night before, disappeared.
âYouâre okay,â he mumbled as if that was his way of an answer.Â
Your brows furrowed. âWellâŠyeah. Why wouldnât I be?â
He pulled away then, taking off his mask, and you saw just how terrified he looked, scaring you as well. There mightâve even been a little red rimming his eyes, making you wonder if he was holding back tears. âI came home and I brought snacks and flowers and I thought we could spend the rest of the night together but saw your note. So I texted you and I get that youâre mad at me-â
âIâm not,â you said, and you meant it. You werenât mad at him, especially right now, seeing him all shaken up like this. âBut what's wrong?â
âMy texts werenât delivering, my calls went straight to voicemail, and I couldnât track your location. Y/N, I got so scared something happened and you werenât talking to me.â He sniffled and your heart broke a little.Â
You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, but when you tried to turn it onâdead.Â
âGod sweetheart, never do that to me again. Please.â He looked at you desperately, âYell at me. Fight with me. But please never ignore me anymore, I canât stand it.â
âIâm so sorry Petey, I had no idea my phone died. I wouldâve said something I swear. I never want you to worry like that.â Your hands went up to hold his face.Â
He brought a hand to hold your wrist. Gently running his thumb up and down your hand he said, âI always worry about you sweetheart, itâs my job.â
You shook your head, âYou worry about all of New York, I donât need to add on to that.â
âNo,â he said quickly, looking offended youâd even say that, âNo. Never think like that. You are the most important thing in my life, okay? Youâre my first priority and Iâm sorry, Iâm so sorry, that I donât show that or say it enough.
âBut Iâm going to do better, I promise. Iâm going to make it up to you because I canât lose you, I need you Y/N.â
You didnât reply, instead just smashed your lips onto his. His hands slid down to your waist, holding you tight. It was a kiss of forgiveness, of second chances, and new beginnings.
He pulled away first, but not before pressing multiple kisses all around your face. âHeels off baby,â he said as he knelt down and started working on your heel straps, lifting each foot onto his thigh before undoing each one. You didnât even realize how much theyâd been hurting until they were off. âIâm swinging you.â He picked you up swiftly, one arm wrapping itself around your ribs.
You groaned, wrapping your arms around his neck, âPeteyyyy. You know the wind tangles my hair too much.â
âDonât worry,â he said, leaning over to kiss you on the top of your head, âIâll be careful, câmon.â
You move your head to peck his cheek and then hug him tight, âI love you.â
He grinned, pulling you in closer. âI love you more sweetheart.â He leaned back and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. âHold on tight, Spider Monkey.â
You burst into laughter, âYou did not just say that!âÂ
âOh I totally did,â he gave you the goofiest smile, making you laugh again.Â
âOk, justâŠdonât let me go,â you said as you wrapped your arms tighter around him.Â
âNever,â he replied, and something in his voice told you he wasnât just talking about swinging.Â
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Too Sweet
Summary:Â For the past few weeks, Hanji has locked themselves away in their office, away from prying eyes, including your own. But your heart can clearly tell when something is wrong with your beloved.

a/n:Â hey everyone <3 this story is entirely based on the cover art by my amazing artist friend @kylekoraki ! please show them some love and everyone say "thank you" to kyle for drawing this! <3 here's their twitter as well <3
ᎥáŽÊÉŽÉȘÉŽÉąs: canon setting, fem!reader, non-binary!hanji zoe, no warnings really, just some heavy kissing. not really beta read, we die like men <3
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You knock on the door. Once, twice, thrice. No answer. A grunt escapes your lips and you roll your eyes, repeating the action. Once, twice, thrice. Nothing again. Now a frown takes the place of the smile that used to rest on your face, you know they are in there, you can hear the papers being shuffled around, the tapping of their pen, the shadow of their body as they pass by the door, even faintly the sound of the ice that clinks around their whiskey glass.
You raise your hand to knock again, but before you even have the chance, the door opens. Barely enough for any light to make it through but you see the faint silhouette of Hanji's lips pouting. "You know that when someone doesn't answer, it means they want to be left alone, right?" Their voice is low, almost as if they are making sure to remain quiet to not attract any more unnecessary attention.
"But... it's me.." you respond just as softly, a pout of your own forming, "I'm not like other people."
ây/nâŠâ They begin, moving their glasses from the spot on their face towards the top of their head, pushing their bangs backward in the meantime. Their brown eyes stare at you for what feels like forever, their mind hiding behind an ocean of thoughts and an expression you canât quite decipher this time around.
They want you to stay, to hold you in their arms as they sit here in the comforting silence of your presence, but instead, they shake their head, trying their best to remove any thoughts of what your warmth would do to them. A heavy sigh makes its way past their lips, the eyebags under their eyes more present than ever as they begin to talk again.
âPlease, Iâm fine,â they respond. What Hanji fails to realize is that their voice did a slight tremble, not noticeable to anyone else but you know them better than the palm of your own hand. They are the pure representation of your heart beating outside of your chest, so seeing them in such distress is enough to make you act against direct orders, consequences be damned.
âYou are not,â you respond. Their office is a mess, their research papers scattered around with drawings and models of flying boats, new weapons, and ways to improve the Survey Corps all around. A thousand and one ideas, some connecting and some just scattered around the wind.Â
The whiskey bottle that until a few weeks ago rested full to the brim on their bookshelf now finds itself on its last few sips, the curtains are drawn so no amount of light other than the small candles at the edge of their table can exist in the room and you even notice a few shards of broken glass, probably meaning that they have dropped a cup or two, either from exhaustion or from not being able to see in the dark.
âWhen was the last time you ate anything?â You ask, gently taking the whiskey glass out of their hand. You notice a small blush creeping its way onto their cheeks as their eyes pointedly avoid yours and, by these simple reactions, you can tell it has been a while, âYouâre losing weight.â
They try to reach for the glass once more but you shake your head, pulling it further away. Even though they are stronger than you and could easily take it back if they wanted to, they don't. Instead, Hanji leans against their desk, crossing their arms in front of their chest as they let out a heavy sigh. They want to lie, to tell you they are fine, and pretend like nothing is wrong, but before a single false promise about their well-being can make its way past their lips, you speak up again.
âI can tell you havenât been sleeping,â your voice is soothing, not an ounce of frustration or anger behind it, just plain worry. You take a step closer, fully prepared for another rejection but it doesnât come this time around, though you still donât dare take a deep breath until the moment your fingertips brush against their left cheek, just slightly beneath their eyepatch, âyou look exhausted.â
âNow thatâs just rude!â An exhausted chuckle escapes their lips as they nuzzle their face into your hand, their expression contorting from anguish to a somewhat relaxed one and it causes your heart to nearly stop for a second before between at three times the usual speed, you are convinced they can hear it from where they stand. âIâll have you know that I look awesome.â
Itâs your turn to chuckle, your worries melting away for simply a second before coming back at full force, knowing way too well that redirecting attention and humor have always been Hanjiâs favorite ways of avoiding a serious conversation.
âHanjiâŠâ You start, your tone of voice sounding just as exhausted and defeated as theirs. It drags a loud sigh out of their chest, but as their mouth opens to complain, you continue, a begging tone in your voice as your eyes fill with unwashed tears, âPlease, just talk to me.â
That look is enough to cause a painful bang to shoot throughout their body, their heart dropping to their stomach with the knowledge that it is their fault that you look this way. So, without even realizing it, they are already taking a couple of steps forward, hands tightly grasping at your hips as they lean their forehead against yours.
âIâve just been so busy,â they whisper, the broken tone in their voice creates a tight knot in your throat and the sensation only grows stronger as they continue to speak, âPaperwork, meetings, and any free time I have I go to the lab, trying to complete some old experiments Iâve had from years ago. Even if I try to sleep, I just⊠Lay there, staring at the ceiling, maybe getting two or three hours here and there.â
You sigh, your arms immediately wrapping around their neck as you pull them close. Their eyelashes bat against the skin of your neck as they close their eyes, a shaky breath escaping them as they inhale your scent, focusing on the way your body feels and smells.
At that moment, an idea hits you. Without disturbing the hug, you look around the messy room, quickly taking in the setting before noticing that, for once, their couch rests next to the window, uncluttered and undisturbed.Â
Reluctantly, you pull away from them and the first thing you can hear is a grunt of disapproval. Once your eyes meet again, their pupils are so big, they could only be compared to a puppy dog that has just discovered steak for the first time, pleading, begging even, âWhyâd you do that?â
Without an answer, your hand slides with theirs, fingers lacing and fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. Their palm is slightly wet, though you canât quite place if it is from the condensation from the whiskey glass they held earlier or if it is from nervous sweats. Regardless, all you can focus on is how warm their presence feels close to you.
You donât speak, instead, you just guide their body towards the couch, their feet dragging behind you, âwhat are we doing?â They ask, their eyes already fighting to remain open in a combination of the exhaustion and the fuzzy feeling from being drunk, the comfort you bring them doesnât help either. They are clearly forcing themselves to stay awake, wanting to spend all of this time with you instead of stubbornly trying to push you away.
âWe are not doing anything,â you respond, taking a seat on the couch. Your free hand brushes against the spot next to you and they quickly catch onto what you are hinting, your words finally clicking in their head as they flash you a confused look, âYou, on the other hand, are going to sleep for a while.â
Their eyes widen for a second as your words take them by surprise, a small groan of protest making its way past their chapped lips, âmmmmm, noo, I canât⊠I have so much work that I need to get done⊠I donât... Have time to sleep.â
Carefully, you bring your hand towards the back of their head, pulling the ponytail holder out of their hair to make sure they are more comfortable for the next step, which includes guiding their head down towards your thighs. It doesnât take much effort nor does Hanji put up much of a fight, their body is completely exhausted after all.
âMmmm,â they whine, their voice filled with a mixture of exhaustion and stubbornness, almost like a child who refuses to lay down for nap time, but once again, they donât put up a fight, âdamn it, how could I ever say no to you?â
âYou canât,â you chuckle, your fingers beginning to comb through the knots in their hair, detangling the strands, your nails gently scratching their scalp while you are at it, âI promise I will be here when you wake up. Iâm not going anywhere.â
Your words are soft, carrying so much love that it is almost impossible for Hanji not to melt on the spot. The warmth of your legs combined with the feeling of your fingers going through their hair is finally enough to relax their overly exhausted body, their eyes finally closing and you use your free hand to remove their glasses, hanging it up on the neckline of your shirt.
âFinnneeeee,â Hanji whines once more, turning their body over so their face is buried in your stomach, their slim body now curled into a small ball on the couch and you canât help but smile at the sight, âbut do not let me sleep for more than thirty minutes. An hour, tops.â
You lift your eyes slightly to take a look at the clock on the wall, a gift from Kiyomi to celebrate your relationship. Silently, you take note of the time and look back down at your beloved, a soft, whispered âokayâ leaving your lips.
âIâm serious,â Their voice starts sounding more sluggish by the second, their mind already starting to drift off but they fight back sleep for a few extra minutes, just enough to finish the conversation between the two of you, their voice extremely drowsy, âIâll be mad if you donât wake me up.â
âI would not dream of doing such a thing,â you respond, unsure if they recognize the mischievous tone in your words or not, but truly hoping that, if they do, they are simply choosing to ignore it. Even so, the way you speak brings them so much comfort, a sense of peace they havenât felt since becoming commander, âjust sleep, my love. Iâll be here.â
The moment Hanji hears you whisper that promise, the certainty that you will be here when they wake up, itâs like a switch flips inside of their mind and they finally allow their body to relax against your touch. Much like a cat, they purr as you continue to run your fingers through their hair, unable to avoid the smile that is now stamped on their lips.
âThank you, love you,â they whisper, their voice is barely audible and you almost miss it. You donât even have time to respond before they are completely asleep, the weight of the countless sleepless days finally catching up with their body.
When the first hour passes, you look up from your book, your eyes landing on the clock before making their way down towards Hanjiâs face. They look so peaceful, their breathing is so calm and even that it soothes your own worries away and it takes every ounce of your strength not to lay down and nap with them.Â
The decision to let them continue their slumber is an easy one. Eventually, you notice a small smile that tugs the corner of their lips in their sleep and you canât help but wonder and hope that they are dreaming of you. Nevertheless, your fingers continue to go through the strands of their hair, even if it makes flipping the pages of your book a bit difficult, you manage to find a solution by placing it down on the armrest of the couch before using your pinky and ring fingers to hold the object down while the remaining digits flip towards the next page.
Another hour goes by and you start to ponder if you should wake them up. Maybe letting them sleep for this long wasnât such a good idea, especially since you know they have to return to their duties as commander of the Survey Corps, such as continuing their research and sketching plans for the flying boat. But you can see it in their expression, the small specs of the bubbly person they used to be finally showing back up on their features as they sleep, small reminders of the bright light that has saved you from darkness more times than you can count.
You gasp softly when Hanji stirs slightly in your lap, your heart clenching in your chest as you continue to look down at them, scared that you moved too much and it caused them to wake up. Their expression is still undisturbed, almost like a cat that has just found the warmest spot on the window sill and you catch yourself smiling at them. A silly, love-sick smile that only they can bring out of you.
As the third-hour rolls by and you are trying to convince yourself that it is time to wake them up, you hear a knock on the door and your entire body freezes. You find yourself torn by the two options:
1) Do you say something loudly enough for the person on the other side to hear and risk waking Hanji up in a stressful way before throwing them directly into a situation in which they need to be the Commander, and not the bubbly Hanji Zoe you once loved so dearly.
2) You silently hope that the soldier on the other side will either go away soon or open the door quietly. The couch, though it is by the window, still has a perfect view of the front door to their office, so the person would quickly notice the situation and you would be able to calmly wake Hanji at your own pace, without any negative or stressful interactions.
A second, more forceful knock comes and you notice Hanji slowly starting to shift on your lap. The annoyed expression on your face morphs into one of anger and, as the shadow on the door side moves to knock for a third time, you decide to throw a pillow at the surface.
The person stops midway with their movements before their hand slowly comes to rest on the knob, twisting it slightly as the door quietly swings open. In front of you stands a very nervous scout, one of the new recruits, who hasnât even been able to choose a specialty yet. His hands are trembling and he nearly drops the stack of papers he holds in his grasp, eyes bugging out of his skull as he looks at you and the sleeping figure on your legs.
âP-paperwork⊠F-for the C-CommanderâŠâ His voice is quiet and trembling, almost as if he is stepping directly into a monsterâs lair. You realize in this moment just how intimidating Hanji is in everyone elseâs perspective but your own and you canât help but smile. You nod and gesture your head towards their desk, placing your index finger in front of your lips.
âI-itâs from⊠Instructor S-Shadis,â he says in the quietest of whispers, but you could already tell. Keith Shadisâ ugly handwriting was something you could identify from a mile away if you had to, âr-reports about⊠T-the ranking c-ceremony.â
âThank you,â you mouth the words softly, your fingers moving on Hanjiâs hair. They look so small and calm, almost like a harmless kitten, a direct contrast to the authoritative figure that can command an entire room with just a single look in their eye.
The boy nods, his trembling legs making their way towards the wooden table and carefully placing the new stack of paper next to the old ones, trying his best to make sure it is neatly organized while desperately avoiding eye contact with you. He does a quick salute towards you before eagerly exiting the room and you can nearly hear his breath of relief once he is out of sight, outside the closed doors.
You shake your head before looking down at Hanji once more to see a smile on their face. You roll your eyes, âhow long have you been awake for?â
The smile on their face grows bigger, their eyes opening slowly to look at you, still a blurry image from the lack of their glasses but still enough for their heart to beat slightly faster, âsince the first knock.â Of course, you think to yourself, âHow long was I asleep for?â
You look at the clock, and a part of you wants to lie, say itâs only been thirty minutes or so but when you look out the window, you realize the sun has already started to set, making it impossible for such a thing to be even remotely believable. You sigh again.
âAround three hoursâŠâ You respond in a sheepish voice, avoiding their gaze. Immediately, Hanji sits up, placing their glasses above the bridge of their nose and looking at the clock on the wall. Once they look back at you, you can see the slightly irritated expression on their face and you feel like you could just shrink and disappear under such a harsh gaze.
ây/n, you promised!â They blur out and you can tell it isnât anger or irritation⊠Itâs an intense pile of anxiety, hidden behind the harsh facade they attempt to put up. Theyâre scared that something went wrong in the period they have been sleeping, like the Survey Corps might have fallen apart and they were doing something so useless such as taking a nap. A single thought is going through their mind, those words they have been chanting like a mantra since the fateful day in Shiganshina.
Erwin Would Never.
You stand up a mere second after them, watching closely as their hands grip the edges of the desk and their head hangs low, hips tilted forward in a desperate attempt to hold themselves upright. It breaks your heart to see them like this and, no matter how much you agree with Erwin that Hanji should be the next Commander, you canât forgive him for leaving such a massive responsibility on their shoulders.
So your arms wrap around their waist, your cheek finding a perfect spot in the area between their shoulder blades. You nuzzle your face against their vest, nearly purring as you do. The smell of Hanjiâs skin, mixed with a little bit of sweat as a result of their nap awakens the butterflies in your stomach and the only thing able to bring you out of your thoughts is the broken sound of their voice.
âHow long were you going to let me sleep for?â They whisper, a hint of desperation behind their tone and you notice they are shaking. You tighten your grip around them.
âFor as long as you needed,â you respond and, at the sound of their quiet sob, your heart shatters. âYou havenât been eating or sleeping, you are drinking in the middle of the day and, well, you are pulling away from me.â
With a long sigh, they turn around, a defeated expression on their face, âY/n, Iâm a mess. Iâve always been a mess. Iâm always overthinking things, Iâm mean, Iâm stubborn, please. I need to catch up on my work, itâs so much paperwork and it just keeps piling upâŠâ
âHanji, youâre spiraling,â you whisper, fingertips almost featherlike as they brush against their arm. You hope and pray and nearly fall to your knees begging that they will listen to your voice, that they will give you time to make your case and prove that they are so much more than anything they are thinking, but they continue.
âErwinâs one mistake was making someone like me the commander,â they whisper in the most defeated tone you have ever heard. Itâs like something in your mind snaps and you immediately grab a hold of their wrist, flipping them around before pressing your body against theirs on the table.
âNow you listen to me and you listen good,â your voice is stern in a way Hanji had never heard before, itâs filled with pain, heartache, and still so much love, âErwin wouldnât have made you Commander if he didnât think you would be a perfect choice. And I agree.â
Hanji wants to protest, they want to contradict you but the desperate look in your eyes convinces them to remain silent. Instead, they focus all of their attention on your words, into the amount of effort it takes you not to break into tears as you listen to their self-deprecating words, the doubt in their mind. They focus on the way your lips move and how desperately they want to kiss you.
âYou are the reason why we were able to eradicate titans outside the wall, you created the thunder spears that were enough to scare off the armored titan,â you continue, the trembling in your hands is so intense you can barely contain your grip on them but you donât let go nevertheless, âMoblit sacrificed himself for you because he believed you could guide us towards the world outside the walls. Erwin entrusted the Survey Corps to you because you are the most brilliant person any of us has ever seen. Please, just⊠Tell me you at least believe me.â
They donât respond, not because they donât want to, but because their voice wonât come out. Itâs as if their brain has lost connection with their vocal chords and all they can focus on is the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes.Â
So in one swift move, Hanji grabs a hold of your wrist and immediately switches places with you. You canât help but yelp quietly, especially when you feel their hands grasping at the back of your thighs as they lift you. Your hands reach behind you, carefully assessing the area while trying not to mix any of their paperwork, but Hanji doesnât have a single care in the world that isnât you at this moment.
Their eyes hungrily stare at your lips and, with a silent nod of their head, you push away all the papers that were once so neatly organized on their desk. Once you are sitting down and your legs wrap around their waist, Hanji wastes no time in sealing their lips with yours, a delighted hum escaping your body once they do.
You wrap your arms around their neck, allowing your fingers to venture through the messy strands of their hair. Their fingers dig into your hips, strong enough to nearly leave a few bruises but neither of you care, the need you have for each other overwhelms any and every other one of your senses.
Their tongue slowly glides on your lower lip before they gently take it in between their teeth, pulling the skin towards them. After a few seconds, they let go and immediately begin to silently beg for entrance, using the tip of their tongue to nudge your lips apart and it doesnât take you long to indulge.
They pull you closer to themselves, your bodies pressed together without a single inch of free space as they hold you, nearly afraid that you might disappear the second they loosen their grip. Itâs the first time you have kissed in what feels like forever, even if it has been just a few weeks.
You canât help but focus on the taste of whiskey in their mouth, itâs completely different from anything ever made inside the Walls. It nearly tastes âexpensiveâ, for the lack of a better word. Itâs been hours since they have last taken a sip and the flavor is still so vivid on their tongue. So much so that it nearly burns once your saliva begins mixing.
Itâs only when the need for air becomes unbearable that the two of you pull away, a small string of saliva connecting your bodies. You run your tongue over your lip, breaking that connection and still getting one last taste of them. The sight causes a shiver to run down Hanjiâs spine and they smile, gently placing their forehead against yours.
âI needed that,â they whisper, a smile stamped across their face and you nod, âIâm sorry for pushing you away, Iâm just⊠Having a lot of big feelings that I couldnât express but I have you now.â
âItâs okay, just donât forget that I am here for and with you, okay?â You whisper back in a love-filled voice and they smile once more, nodding their head as their grip around you tightens ever so slightly, âYou still taste like home.â
âYeah? And what does that taste like?â They chuckle, nuzzling their nose against yours, enough that you can feel their glasses against your face.
âLike expensive whiskey,â you respond and Hanji laughs, the sound youâve missed most these past few weeks and you are reminded yet again that home is whatever, wherever and whenever you are with them. No matter what.
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the warlordâs wife (dracule mihawk x reader)
req: Oh if you want to you should do a Mihawk x reader (fem or gn) that's hurt comfort where the reader is like the exact opposite of him. Like she is usually so happy and sweet and kind. And something happens and maybe she starts to worry that she is too much for Mihawk because he is just someone who is quiet and to himself all the time and she thinks she is constantly bothering him
a/n: ahhh my first attempt at writing for Mihawk! a much shorter fic compared to my others but i hope you guys like it nonetheless :3c iâd love to write longer fics for him if anyone has any ideas yippee
contents: rude people (lol), insecure!fem!reader, simp!Mihawk, a tiny bit of angst, some hurt/comfort, fluff :3c
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standing outside the large ornate doors, you feel your face burn with embarrassment as you contemplate simply going to the docks to wait out by the hitsugibune until the gala ends. as tempting as escaping from the horrific social situation sounds right now, your pride refuses to let you bow your head in defeat.
âi donât know how else to convince you,â you try to appeal to the two marines standing guard outside the venue entrance once more, âif you could just ask him to verify my identityââ
âiâm sorry, miss,â the larger man of the two cuts you off with a less than apologetic look. âthereâs just no reason why we should do as you say. if we listened to every man or woman demanding to go in, weâd lose our heads.â
your indignance and frustration quickly bubbles into pure anger and for a brief moment you lament having left your katana back at the castle. you bite your tongue, unable to think of any other way to convince the marine officers that you are, indeed, a guest whoâd been invited to the gala because youâre literally one of the Warlordsâ wives.
âbesides,â the other officer chips in unprompted, âno offence but you donât seem like the type of woman someone like Dracule Mihawk would marry.â his partner fails to hold back a scoff but quickly attempts to return his expression back into one of neutral professionalism.
clenching your fists by your sides, you try your very hardest to keep your eyes from tearing up for the second time tonight. normally such a comment wouldnât phase youâyears of being Mihawkâs partner has done wonders for thickening your skinâright now, though, you canât help but feel a familiar sharp stinging sensation pierce through your chest.
of all the snarky comments you marine dogs decide to make, why this one?
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it had only been an hour into the gala and already you regretted begging your husband, just weeks prior, to consider attending with you as his guest. the event was a grand one held by the marines every year to âshow their appreciationâ towards their allies, which included the Seven Warlords; and every year the invite would show up at your doorstep only to be promptly thrown out by your introverted husband.
âcan we please go? i miss going for social events like these.â youâd pleaded that night in bed, hugging his arm tightly as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neckâa move he liked to call âplaying dirty. âjust this once to see what itâs like, then iâll never ask again.â
both you and Mihawk knew it was a lie but the swordsman was nothing if not a simp for you so he begrudgingly agreed.
âcare to elaborate why?â you challenge, taking the two marines aback if their surprised expressions are anything to go by. clearly not used to âciviliansâ talking back to them, they take a moment to gather their thoughtsâand at least have enough decency to look embarrassed at being called out.
âw-wellââ
âyour wife is such a chatterbox! itâs a wonder youâve tolerated her for as long as you have!â
âyour husband is whom? forgive me, i find that hard to believe.â
âi thought he was some kind of recluse?â
âmaybe it was an arranged marriage. how scandalous.â
âi pity the poor man. all my husband does is talk and it drives me insane some days.â
âdarling?â a deep familiar voice calls out from behind you, accompanied by the sound of heeled shoes clicking against stone. before you can turn around, you feel his warm hand rest itself on your shoulder, the comforting heat of his body engulfing you from behind. âiâve been looking for you.â
the blood drains from both the marine officersâ faces, their eyes widening in shock as it dawns on them what a mistake theyâve just made. as though pleading for mercy, the eyes of the larger man flickers in your direction, almost screaming: âplease, iâm too young to die.â
âwere these men giving you trouble?â Mihawk probes gently, using his other hand to tilt your head in his direction. the moment his eyes meet your own and widen ever so slightly, you know thereâs no point lying. as much as youâve been able to hold back your tears of frustration well enough to fool the average man, your husband is anything but average.
mouths still agape, the marine officers can do nothing but watch as the notorious swordsman proceeds to cup your face with his right hand in a manner so tender they canât help but suspect heâs an imposter. unbothered by the unbelieving stares sent his way, Mihawk brushes his thumb under your eye as though to confirm his suspicion.
âthey were but itâs okay now,â you finally reply, placing your hand over his to hold it in place as you relish in the comforting warmth of his palm.
âwhat did you do to my wife?â he disregards your subtle plea for peacemaking. he knows you well enough to infer that you simply donât want him to make a scene for the sake of maintaining his public image.Â
Mihawkâs aware of how much you actually enjoy silently watching him defend your pride and honour; and he also knows from experience how happily youâll reward him with your honeyed words and sweet touches later tonight, when itâs just the two of you alone together. it concerns him, slightly, if he were to be honest, how easily you have him wrapped around your fingerâbut thatâs something to think about another day.Â
the marines stutter and stammer but nothing coherent leaves their lips, all linguistic ability fading into nothing under the angered gaze of the Warlord.
âbe thankful my beloved is as kind as she is,â the swordsman warns, all the while maintaining his hardened glare. âknow that had she not vouched for you two, iâd have no problem killing you right where you stand.â
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đ âTOUCHYâ ïŸ ALBEDO, DILUC, KAEYA. GENSHIN IMPACT
gn reader ïŸ words 1.4k áŻœ making out in public. dilucâs office in dawn winery, so not that public. slight exhibitionism. touching them under the table. jerking them off. pouty and pleading reader ïŸ rewritten áŻœ ADULT CONTENT ïŸ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT áŻœ
ALBEDO ïŸ
Perhaps he knew your intentions beforehand. He doesnât mention it or give you any indication, and yet you keep glancing his way when you get comfortable in the chair and expect him to follow your lead.
âCould you tell me why am I even bothering with giving you special potions when even without them youâre so needy, hm?â Albedo smiles into your flushed cheek, letting go of your wrist.
He turns to the side, focusing on the sketchbook before him. One would think that heâs just sulking over the newest research and scribbling ideas on the paper; thatâs why heâs hiding his face behind the golden curtain of his hair. Precisely, that was his intention, and heâs happy to know that no one would suspect him of allowing you into your perverse desires.
You look up at him with a pout on your lips, whispering in a muted voice, âI promise Iâll be good! PleaseâŠâ
After a moment of consideration, the alchemist shrugs nonchalantly, as if he couldnât care less. Oh, but he does, especially when it comes to his laboratory at the knightsâ headquarters and how you manage to convince him to allow such activities there. Heâll never admit it out loud, though, not even if it means keeping your desperate moans from the other knights.
âFine,â he murmurs after pretending that heâs lost in his work again. âYou can touch me.â
That is all you need to hear â hands already working on his belt unabashedly. Before anyone who could notice what was going on, your hand sneaks under the cloth. Ah, judging by the way Albedo sighs as you wrap your palm around the hardening cock, maybe itâs not that difficult to get caught after all.
With slow strokes, you continue pleasing him as well as you can without attracting unwanted attention. Smearing the delicate precum around his tip, lubricating his shaft just to make your moves dulcet to his senses. Though it may take some time, thereâs nothing better than edging him gently until he loses his cool right here and then.
As expected, it doesnât take too long before he whispers a ragged warning.
âWe should stop, I need to focus onââ
Your hand stops moving along with his words; you simply keep your palm wrapped around his cock, squeezing it tighter. Ah, that seems to do the trick, as you notice the growing smile on his face.
âAh, well,â he swallows back another moan, threatening to leave his lips. âI suppose five more minutes will be enough.â
The smirk he shows you sends a pleasant shiver down your spine, just like his own hand does when it rests on your knee, making his fingers brush up and down your thigh teasingly.
DILUC ïŸ
The request that has been hanging in the air between you two left him utterly shocked and embarrassed. Battling with the thoughts of whatâs proper and the fever taking over his senses as you keep looking at him with your sweetest pleading eyes, he grunts heavily. You two are alone in his office upstairs; thereâs no way someone could walk in on you. Unless Adelinde comes in without a reason.
âWe shouldnâtâŠâ He breathes out, barely audible even to himself when the blood is rushing through his ears â and somewhere else too, but itâs such a shame to admit it. âWhy do you always d-demand such things from me? Itâs highly unbecoming forâ oh!â
Just as you planned, the very moment he says those words, you kneel before him, eyes focused solely on his expression that contorts in pain from the restraint.
âAre you sure?â you ask, blinking innocently at him.
Even if he wants to reply, he has no strength to do it; heâs just opening and closing his mouth as his cock keeps pulsing in the tight embrace of his trousers. Archons, he knows he canât win against you! Youâre just too dear, too beautiful, too kind. He so easily gives in to your sweet manipulation, but only because he associates your touch with love.
Despite his apprehension, he is the first one to groan in defeat, âAlright, pleaseâŠâ
What makes him regret his decision almost instantly â and makes him melt right away all over again â is the bright smile that blooms on your lips. Just as innocent as it always was.
âOf course Iâll take care of you,â you whisper back, quickly undoing his belt with skillful fingers.
As his cock springs free, warm and heavy on his stomach, the tip already smeared in pearly precum, he cannot help but look at you with tenderness. Despite knowing how naughty you are, how perverse your ideas may be sometimes, heâs still gentle towards you. He loves you for that as much as he does for anything else.
When he reaches out to you and caresses your cheek, you lean into the touch, looking at him from your position right in front of his erection. You decide to torture him further, licking the pad of your thumb to wipe pearlescent droplets off his tip, relishing in the way he bites his lower lip to muffle the moans.
His hand moves to your hair, pushing them aside so he can watch your every move as you swallow his cock into your wet mouth.
KAEYA ïŸ
The tavern at this hour was a busy place, almost too busy for your liking, though the chatter and the cheerful singing created an intimate setting, one where no one was really looking at you despite being in the crowd. Perhaps Kaeya wanted it like that, not really interested in taking you home straight away, not when you have had the idea of touching him now.
Not yet, though, because in this moment, he was happily nursing his drink. The usual one, as he would often tell you that simply nothing else beats its taste, and enjoying himself while watching you from behind the glass.
After a moment of staring at you intently, he says in a smooth voice, âIf you want me, why donât you tell me what youâre thinking about, sweetheart?â
And youâre the one left to blush at his suggestion. He wasnât exactly wrong. So what if you wanted to get him aroused right here and now? That shouldnât be something to feel embarrassed about! Even if there were a few people sitting not too far from you, minding their own business.
With newfound determination, you glance at your partner for the night and give him your best attempt at pouting.
âPlease? Pretty please? Weâve been here for nearly an hour already andâŠâ
It works. He must be really into that. And into you, but of course. Usually, he would tease you for a while longer, making you say in detail what you wanted from him â all before giving in, of course â but maybe he felt generous today, or maybe he was excited, too, as evident by the darkening blue of his eyes.
Soon, you reach out under the table, sliding your hand up his thigh slowly but surely. At last, you are cupping the bulge through his pants, feeling him twitch and stiffen. Kaeya lets out a shuddering sigh, keeping his gaze glued to your face, lovingly eyeing how you bite your lower lip in concentration.
He wraps his fingers around yours, moving your hand just like he would when he took care of you. Oh, what a pleasure that was. You realise you missed his touch more than you thought. It shows how desperate you were to hear his low groans right by your ear â or rather, to watch his lips part slightly and listen to his breath hitching in his throat.
To let you sneak inside his tight pants, he puts the half-full glass on the table just to focus more on the warmth of your palm. You stroke his heated cock properly, spreading leaking pre around its tip like a glaze, tapping at the slit when it produces more. His chest rises and falls, faster and faster as he leans down closer to you, enough to make his forehead rest against the side of your head.
âYouâre making me go crazy, dearâŠâ
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Mix Up (Spencer Reid x Reader)
Summary: Spencer sends the wrong note.
TW: adult themes, embarrassment
Word Count: 1499
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Everyone in the BAU contributed something to make the team feel like a family. Rossi opened his house and cooked for the team. Morgan and Hotch were always quick to praise a member for their accomplishments. Penelope always made sure that she had treats for anyone who might be having a bad day. You left notes for everyone. After each case, someone got a note, telling them how much you appreciated them and their contributions.Â
Last week, Hotch got a note. He tucked it into his bag with a smile before making sure to thank you and tell you how much you are appreciated on the team.Â
Today, it was Spencerâs turn to receive a note. The two of you had roomed together for this case, and you saw how much of a toll it took on him. He shouldnât say he is surprised to see a note on his desk, but he is.
Spencer,
I canât imagine how difficult this case was for you. You donât have to be brave all the time, yâknow. Itâs okay for you to be scared. You are human, even if you know more than a computer. I am so proud of the work you accomplished and more than grateful for it. Know that I am proud of you, always.Â
You are the person I can trust with anything. You are the only member of the team who I worry about, even when weâre not out on a case. Not because I think you canât handle yourself but because I know youâre worrying about all of us. Please, donât let me be the cause of any of your stress.Â
I wish I could keep writing, but I can barely keep my eyes open.
With love,
(Y/N).
He smiles widely at the note, tucking it into his bag before anyone else has a chance to see it. After all, you didnât write it for anyone else. You wrote it for him. You thought of him outside the case, and you thought that you wanted to make him feel good. The more he thinks about it, the more light-headed he becomes. He heads to the kitchenette, eager to get a cup of coffee and hide his growing blush.Â
Youâve left him five notes in the last year. Even if he didnât have an eidetic memory, he is certain he would have each word memorized. Heâs memorized every interaction youâve had with them. Though, he knows these memories arenât quite perfect. Every time a memory is retrieved, it becomes altered, and he has replayed every memory more times than he can count. Heâs replayed them, heâs altered them, heâs even added to them.Â
If he could bring you just a fraction of the joy that you bring him, he would be able to rest easy. The way his heart flips every time he gets a note from you gives him the perfect idea of how to please you.
When he gets home, he sits at his desk, trying to come up with something to say to you, but nothing feels right. How is he supposed to tell you how much you mean to him without telling you just how much you mean to him? Finally, he picks up his pen, deciding that if he writes a draft of what he wants to say first, heâll be able to write what he should say.
(Y/N),
You are more appreciated than you know. I love you more than you know. Yes, this case was hard for me, but the biggest challenge was sharing a room with you. Itâs always tough to sleep on cases, but how am I supposed to get any sleep when Iâm only a few feet from you? When, if youâd let me, Iâd be able to sleep in your arms? When Iâd be able to touch you, kiss you, fuck you?
God, itâs all I could think about. I shouldnât even tell you what I was thinking. Itâs not even just what I was thinking when we were on the case. I think about you constantly. I think of how kind you are, how much praise you give. I canât help but wonder if you would receive praise just as well. If, when I tell you that you were made for my cock, you would fall apart. If I could, I would give you all the praise in the world just to see you break, watch you come undone, on my cock, on my fingers, on my tongue.
I know you would taste incredible. What I wouldnât give to get even a taste. Though, I know I wouldnât be able to stop at just a taste. Iâd have to be selfish, and I know you wouldnât complain.
Spencer slides his chair away from his desk. He quickly folds the paper and sets it aside. Now that thatâs done, he gets to work on his actual letter. A much tamer, much safer for work, much friendlier letter that lets you know that you are appreciated.
Again, he folds the note, writing your name on the outside, and sets it aside.Â
When he leaves in the morning, he grabs the note off his desk, tucking it into his bag. He frowns, noticing that your car is already in the garage. He had hoped that he could leave the note on your desk as a surprise, but thereâs no doubt that youâre already working on your files. He decides that heâll drop it on your desk as he walks by then hide in the breakroom while you read it.
Itâs not that heâs embarrassed by what he said, and he meant every word. It just feels like an invasion of privacy to watch you, and heâs not sure how he would be able to carry on with the day if he saw even the hint of a frown on your face.
The elevator opens, and he sets his plan into motion. He unpacks his bag, sliding the note into his hand before walking past your desk.Â
âSpencer, you dropped something,â you call, but he keeps walking, and out of the corner of his eye, he watches you open the note. Thatâs when he realizes his mistake. Your name is nowhere on the back of the paper. He panics but keeps walking. What is he supposed to say? âSorry, that actually isnât meant for you, I mean it is, but you definitely should not be reading that, in a completely normal not creepy way.â?
He focuses on his coffee, He wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole. If hwatching the sugar dissolve. Heâs lucky, heâll be able to hide in here all day and never have to look at you again.
Spencer Reid is very rarely at a loss for words. He can almost always come up with something to say. Now, as he walks back into the bullpen, he has no clue what he can say to you.Â
It appears that he doesnât have to. You arenât at your desk anymore, much to Spencerâs relief. He turns his focus to the papers in front of him. Files that normally wouldnât take him more than ten minutes are taking almost an hour. He doesnât look up until he hears a door open.
Hotchâs office door.
He closes his eyes, praying there isnât a case already. He doesnât hear Hotch. Instead, he hears footsteps walk down the stairs and into the bullpen. Hesitantly, he opens his eyes. You are getting settled at your desk.
No, no, no, no, no.
You did not go to Hotch after reading his note. You couldnât have. You would have talked to him before you got him fired, right?
âWhat was that about?â Emily asks you. You turn to answer, and Spencer is trying to listen, but Morgan grabs his attention first.
âWhatâs with you?â
âWhat do you mean?â
Morgan rolls his eyes. âIâm finishing these files faster than you.â
Spencer shrugs. âIâm just distracted, thatâs all.â
âHey, you know weâre here for you, right?â
âI know,â he answers, looking back at the file.Â
The day continues without you talking to him, and he sure as hell isnât going to talk to you. Since Hotch hasnât come down to fire him, Spencer assumes that his job is safe.
You get up around noon, stretching as you do. You grab your bag, a piece of paper between your fingers. You let it fall as you walk passed his desk. Spencer quickly picks it up, unfolding it.
Spencer,
Buy me dinner, and Iâll make sure you get something sweet.
He rereads the sentence over and over again. Heâs convinced itâs some sort of joke, but he holds onto the hope that it isnât and that he actually hasnât fucked this up beyond belief.
When you come back, you glance at him. If he wasnât a profiler, heâs not sure he wouldâve caught it, but you seem nervous. He smiles to himself.Â
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I love you, itâs ruining my life: Agatha Harkness x fem!reder x Rio Vidal
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Requested by:Â @notlhecxzsa
Summary: Agatha cares for you deeply, she loves you, but her fears stop her from revealing the real feelings she has for you, the only way she knows how to cope with her own feelings is by using sarcasm and from time to time say something mean.
Rio developed feelings for you while watching over Agatha and you during the three years you had stayed with her to take care of the the blue-eyed witch who was under Wandaâs spell, Rio doesnât like the way Agatha treats you just because she doesnât know how to deal with her feelings.
Can Rio and the coven help Agatha realize that her actions and comments are not only hurting her but sheâs also hurting you in the process? Can Rio help Agatha realize that love doesnât have to make anyone suffer?
Warnings: Agatha is mean to reader because she doesnÂŽt know how to deal with her feelings, reader gets hurt, reader almost dies, angst, I think thatÂŽs it.
Word count:Â 19k+Â
AuthorÂŽs notes:Â In this story Sharon doesnÂŽt die, in fact no one dies, I will always be in denial.
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.
@notlhecxzsa thank you so much for requesting this! I really loved your idea! You are really creative and it was really nice to write this, sorry for taking too many days to write this, IÂŽll be honest I had some really bad days and it was so hard for me to even do anything, but I was finally able to get inspiration and finish this story, again, thank you so much for trusting in me to write your request, it was such a delight to write this, so I hope you like this and that you enjoy it! đ
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âHey, sorry, I didnÂŽt mean to scare youâ The tall teen said to you with a soft smile on his face, you had not noticed he had been talking to you for the past minutes, too deep into your own thoughts about how some hours ago Agatha had been released from Wandaâs spell, some hours ago in which Agatha had been thinking that you were her wife, it looked like the older witch did not remember any of the past three years, and Agatha not remembering anything made you feel a pang of sadness to your heart, you had wished at least that during the moments she had been nice and caring towards you she would be able to remember something.
You were going to miss so much the times in which she actually seemed to care about you, and you felt guilty for that, you knew very well Agatha did not like you like that, she just tolerated you because you have proven to her your loyalty, but it had never been enough and would never be.
âItâs alright, I am sorry, I am not so used to people touching me out of nowhereâ You replied back at him while you made sure the cups and the table were in order, the teen in front of you tilted his head to the side a little and looked at you with curious eyes.
âWhat did you ask me again? Sorryâ You asked him again, clearing your throat a little, it was a little bit uncomfortable to be under someone elseâs gaze, you were also letting him know that he could ask again whatever he had inquired.
âOh yes! I was just asking how come you were living here with Agatha while she was under the spell and you wereâŠnotâ He asked you carefully, he could see that whatever had happened was a touchy subject for you.
He still remembered the way Agatha had told you how she thought you had disappeared out of her life for real half an hour ago and then she just left the hall and went upstairs to do god knows what, you had been kind enough to help him untie him out of the rope and helped him to get out of the closet.
âThank you by the way, for untying meâ He said chucking, he could see you were kind and nice, and was really curious about what you were doing with Agatha.
You stopped to think about the past three years and about 7 months, the way Wanda had trapped you under her mind control, giving you the role of Agnesâ wife, you remembered everything perfectly because even from the first 4 months of just watching everything from the inside as if you were on a tv show and being controlled by Wandaâs mind, you were also conscious, living everything without actually having a chance to do something, it had been a weird experience, but what was also one of the weirdest things, was that you had not felt pain nor anything unlike the other residents of âWestviewâ that had claimed they were terrorized, you had not felt any type of pain during the months you were controlled, that had been what you assumed to be the first months, because one day you just woke up and what shocked you was that you actually were able to move as you wanted.
The teen cleared his throat softly and you came back to the present again, ready to answer his question.
âWell, I am not sure, I mean, one day I woke up not being able to control myself, following Wandaâs schedule, playing the role she had given to me which had been being Agnesâ wifeâ You felt your face getting warmer at the mention of your role.
âAnd then suddenly I was able to move on my own, I was able to actually went where I wanted, I donât know. Then Agnes, or well, Agatha came to me to tell me she had released me from Wandaâs mind control and that I was in debt with her, so she âhiredâ me to pay my debt to her with some things, so I just stayed, I felt like I really had a debt with her, you know?â You were such a liar, you knew very well you had stayed because you liked so much the older witch that you wanted to get her approval and get her to like you, so you stayed with her to help her and do whatever she had wanted.
âThen you know, Wandaâs hex was destroyed, I am not sure how and I still donât know, but the next day Agatha seemed to be a completely different person and claimed to be named Agnes, and well, I couldnât let her alone, you know? She needed help, I helped her the way I couldâ
You brushed your shoulders trying to act nonchalant, you just hoped he believed you, because you had stayed with her because of the feelings you had developed for Agatha, and when she actually thought you were her wife and the way she actually treated you or her character âAgnesâ had treated you had made you fell harder for the older woman, even though you always tried and made sure not to cross any boundaries because you were aware that was not what Agatha had wanted and you wanted to actually respect her, you never initiated any type of physical contact, she would only hug you and give you soft kisses from time to time, or more like, Agnes had given them to you, but you never actually took advantage of that, you always made sure she was fine, listening to her, to the different ideas and plots her mind had created, always making sure she was fine.
The dark-haired boy nodded slowly and seemed to be analyzing you, so in order for him to stop looking at you so weird you decided to change the subject.
âI also wanted to make sure Señor Scratchy would be fineâ You told him and went towards one of the couches in the living room to take the fluffy bunny in your arms, bringing him close to the teen so he could see the bunny closer.
âHe is so sweet; can I pet him?â He asked you and you sighed, relieved that he seemed to have forgotten the subject of how you knew Agatha, you nodded and passed the bunny over to him after caressing his little ears.
âHe is really sweet, never bites, and he loves to snuggle against peopleâ You proudly said remembering all the times you had spent at night on the couch hugging the bunny closer to you or the times when you had been sad and cried alone laying on the biggest couch and feeling the bunny climbing up and snuggling against your arms, you would always hug him and pet him lovingly.
âHe would be an amazing service bunnyâ You jokingly said and the teen laughed, he was petting his ears and saying how cute the bunny was.
You heard footsteps coming from the stairs and quickly straightened yourself, brushing your hair with your hands to make sure you looked decent for Agatha, you did not notice the teen saw the way you were making sure you looked fine, and he internally laughed, he was sure you liked the older woman but would not comment about it.
Agatha came down wearing sunglasses and a hat, her style always so elegant and so beautiful, she really knew how to dress, you quickly looked back at your clothes, hoping they were enough.
âI see you made yourself useful and helped our guest hereâ She said to you while eying the teen, her eyes peeking from the top of her sunglasses.
You tried to ignore the comment and just nodded; the teen looked back at you with his eyebrows furrowed together.
âSo, are we going to gather our coven?â The teen asked out loud and you went to take Mr.Scratchy from his arms, taking the bunny carefully and making sure the little fluffy ball knew how good he was, Agatha had put her glasses back and thought no one was watching her, so she decided to eye you while you were entertained petting the little bunny, she felt her heart skipping  a beat at the sight, she had always loved the way you were so gentle not only with Mr.Scratchy but with animals in general, you were always so kind that it actually started to make her feel things, which was absurd, because how could someone like you actually make her feel something, it was obviously the fake memories Wanda had implanted on her head, there was no other explanation, she huffed and quickly went to look back at the teen.
âYeah, whatever, letâs meet our covenâ Agatha said with feigned excitement, she turned around and you quickly went to place Mr.Scratchy on the carpet, the teen turned himself around and looked at you with a smile.
âYou can help me choose the music weâll play in the car, I have a variety of songs in my playlist and I also have cdâs if you prefer themâ The dark-haired boy said with excitement, and you felt happy to be included in what seemed to be really serious, you came to stand next to the teen when Agatha quickly turned herself with a frown on her face and walked back towards the two of you.
âWhoa, whoa, wait a minute, who told you she could come?â The older witch had felt suddenly a wave of worry taking over her, you were not supposed to be part of that, how would you even be safe? You were not even a witch! She pushed really hard the feeling away and again said to herself it was only the fake memories and fake feelings Wanda had planted in her.
âBut I can helpâ You said eagerly, trying to let her know you would be useful, trying to get her approval one more time.
Agatha felt conflicted, she should not even care about you wanting to come, the more the better, if someone died on the road, no one would care! Everyone had to carry on, and continue to keep on walking down the road, but still, deep down, if something really happened to you, she was not sure what could happen, Agatha did not even want to actually think of something happening to you, but why did she care so much? You were no one to her.
âYou are only going to slow us downâ Agatha replied looking at you with her arms crossed on her chest, trying to see if maybe you would just agree on not going.
âNo wait, I can be useful, you know? I can help you, all of you, just like I have been helpingâ You said hopeful, trying so hard to convince Agatha to let you join them, you saw the way she pursed her lips and suddenly you felt the same way you used to feel all those months you had passed with her again during Wandaâs hex, your mind going for a moment back to the past, the way she would say a comment that would make you feel bad or how she looked at you when you were too pushy on something, so you quickly lowered your gaze to look at the floor.
Agatha was thinking, too much, many different thoughts coming and going, if she let you go, she would be risking your life, if not many witches survived the road, what could happen to you? You could die and then, she would never get to see you again, her heart was beating so loud she was afraid the teen or you could actually hear her beating heart.
But now that the Salem seven were also behind her, she was powerless, and had no ways to actually do something if you were magically attacked, what would she be able to do?
âYou are not even a witchâ The way Agatha said that to you, with so much disdain, and making you feel less and not enough made you feel a pang of pain in your heart, you were not used to her mean comments anymore, sure when Wanda was still around and you were helping Agatha the comments and mean actions were common, but during those three years she had been âAgnesâ you had not received any of those, so even now that you were aware and you knew she would make comments like that again, still it shocked you to hear them actually coming from her mouth, hearing them from the woman you loved so much made you want to cry.
Agatha noticed the way your shoulders tensed, and saw the way for a moment an expression full of pain and disappointment was visible on your face, you quickly went to hide and tried to compose yourself, you thought no one would notice it, but she did, you had been so many years with her that it was something she had picked up from you from the start, your small antics that made you so special, but she was not going to say anything about that.
The teen could not actually believe how even after those years that you had been there taking care of her, Agatha still could treat you like that! It was visible for him that you were head over heels for that woman and yet you tolerated the way she spoke to you, he felt bad for you but also, he did not want to intrude.
The blue-eyed witch felt like she did not know what to do, the only logical way for her to make you not go was the way she knew, the way she was used to, and that was how she was acting, but the sad look on your face and how you were not even looking at her made her for a second think twice what she was doing.
âFine! Whatever but if you die I am not making a funeralâ Agatha quickly said and rolled her eyes turning herself around to start walking to the door, she hated feeling nervous and actually worried for someone else, she had been alone for centuries, never having to look after some else, only looking after her, and then you came, with your sweet smile, kind words and actions, making sure she had what she needed and always tending for her needs, her sweet y/n, but there was no way, you had to know any of that.
Slowly you lifted your head to look at the teen and finally the two of you smiled, you tried to ignore Agathaâs comment, she always said something like that, so you tried not to take it personally, but still it hurt you to hear that.
You realized Agatha had already stepped out of the house.
âWe better hurry, Agatha doesnât like waiting for too longâ You said to him and he nodded instantly, the two of you went out and you quickly locked the door, starting to walk behind the teen, following him, you saw Agatha standing next to the car looking at her reflection on the window.
The teen went quickly to open the doors and he went to enter the car to start the engine.
After making sure the three of you were already inside the car the teen smiled at you through the mirror.
âDo you want to play some music?â He inquired while turning the engine on and you were about to say yes but noticed the way Agatha was looking at you through the mirror as well, she had her eyes frowned and decided not to annoy her.
âNo, uhm, itâs alright, I mean, whatever you want, donât worryâ You replied back and went to look through the window, trying to avoid their gazes, the teen did not say anything else and started to drive slowly waiting for Agatha to give instructions, but Agatha was too immersed looking at you through the mirror, she was analyzing your expression, the way you seem not to want to cause her any trouble, even going against your own wishes, how could you put her first? Your beautiful face looking at the window, looking at the street and the houses you were passing through, how could you make her feel things she had not felt in centuries?
âWhere to Agatha?â The boy asked her directly and she quickly turned her head to look at him.
âKeep driving Iâll tell you when to turn and where to stopâ She announced and looked at the path ahead, during the ride Agatha could not keep her eyes off you, looking at you through the mirror, and feeling her heart beat faster at the way your expression tended to change, she was still worried, how would she be able to make sure nothing happened to you?
When you were about to turn your head to look at the other side Agatha quickly turned to look at the other direction so that you would not notice she had been looking at you.
âWait, stop! You already passed the shop!â Agatha quickly said and the teen had to abruptly stop.
âOh my godâ He said grabbing with a strong grip the steering wheel.
âAre you alright?â The teen asked while looking at you through the mirror and when Agatha saw the way he looked worried she turned her head hastily to look at you, you were grabbing your seatbelt with both of your hands and you just nodded, she sighed in relief seeing you had not hurt yourself.
âWho taught you how to drive?â Agatha said with an annoyed look on her face after the teen made sure to park where the shop was located a few meters behind and finally went to unlock the door to get out of the car.Â
The boy and you looked at each other still inside the car, Agatha was already outside walking towards the entrance of the building.
âIs she serious?â The dark-haired boy asked you directly and you only laughed a little bit while slowly nodding.
âDonât mind her, she doesnât mean itâ You said to him and you proceeded to also get out of the car, the teen did the same and the two of you started to walk alongside towards the waiting older witch.
âTook you long enoughâ Agatha commented while accommodating her hat.
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Getting to know Lilia had been interesting to say the least, the interaction with her made you aware of how Agatha was perceived amongst the other witches, and got you thinking about her and her actions, for you it was not possible that Agatha could be really that selfish right? Could it be true every single thing that was said about her? Maybe other people did not like it, but for you she was just maybe, misunderstood, she was smart, amazing, a beautiful woman, or maybe, just maybe was your heart dictating your brain what to think.
Agatha had been carefully watching you whenever Lilia said something about her, whenever Lilia reminded her of what other witches thought about her, her past hunting her again, and the way you seemed to be so deep in thought about everything you have heard, made her heart ache with pain, she did not want you to believe all of those things, she did not want you to become afraid of her, but just as she had never actually care for someone in so much time, she didnŽt know what to do.
âSo, weâre at the mall, where to?â The teen asked with a smile on his face, you stopped walking and waited for Agatha to give instructions.
âJust follow me, it is not too far awayâ The blue-eyed witch said while starting to walk again, the boy looked at you and you only shrugged your shoulders, the two of you started to follow Agatha from behind.
After entering a shop on the second floor you frowned, where were they supposed to find a witch in there? You were about to ask the teen when you felt someone pushing you hard and losing your balance you fell to the floor, your hand colliding first on the cold floor making you wince in pain, Agatha quickly noticed that and quickly walked closer to you, she got worried thinking you had hurt yourself but when you started to get up the floor so quickly she did not get time to act as if she was not looking carefully at you, you stood up and were surprised to see Agatha standing there in front of you, frowning you sent her a questioning look and Agatha blinked several times before realizing what she was doing and without saying anything she turned herself around to look for the teen and the witch that had tackled him, her heart beating so fast against her chest, the blue-eyed witch cleared her throat and waited for the other witch to just get fired.
You did not understand what had just happened, and Agathaâs action or whatever she had done made you confused, what had just happened?
Agatha was shaken, she could not believe she had acted on impulse, but the thought of you getting hurt made her heart feel a deep feeling of pain and fear, why did she care so much? You were nothing! Not even a witch who she could drain the powers from, you were a mortal, and that was what also made her feel even more afraid, ignoring always could help, at least thatâs what she thought would work.
You were not sure what the teen and Agatha were saying to the shorter woman, you were not interested if you were honest, too deep in your own thoughts, why had Agatha gotten closer to you? Did she want to make sure you were not hurt? For a second you heard jumped a bit, feeling warm at the mere thought of Agatha caring about you, but then you remembered how three years ago you had gotten hurt because she had got mad and she did not even turn herself around to take a look at you. You remembered that day very clearly and it made you shiver, she had been mad that day, mad because her plan was not working, mad because she couldnât understand how Wanda had created everything from scratch, how she had brought her dead husband back or how she even created her two children! She was not even close to what she wanted and your only error had been to ask if she needed help.
You winced at the memory of her words, the way she had turned herself around so fast you were afraid she would hurt herself.
âHow are you going to help me? You donât even have powers, you are not even useful, you canât get the information I have already told you to get, if you want to help, you will leaveâ Agatha had said to you and you had felt the way the tears started to fall down your face.
âYou canât be serious, I am the one who is stressed, you are fine here! I released you from the spell, you are not suffering, I gave you a chance to help me, and you are crying?â You could see Agatha getting angrier and the way her eyes started to grow purple made you afraid.
âWhy wonÂŽt you leave? I said leave!â Agatha had yelled and the next thing you knew, you had been thrown out of the room, colliding against the wall and falling onto the hard wooden floor with a hard thud, it had hurt, but it was not a unbearable pain, you had slowly stood up groaning a little and Agatha just looked at you with her eyes widened, but quickly turned herself around and walked out of the house, leaving you alone in there, you had felt awful, you wanted to think she had not made it on purpose, you had wanted to convince yourself that she had done it without thinking twice, always listening to your heart instead of your brain, always making excuses for her, and that was what ruined you, always excusing everything she said and did, loving her was sometimes hard, but you couldnât stop the feeling.
âAre you hungry?â A hand on your shoulder made you jump slightly taking you back to the present, you blinked several times only to realize you were on the food court of the mall, when had you gotten there?Â
âNot reallyâ You answered the teen and smiled at him, he nodded and when you saw Agatha you noticed she was looking at you again with that unreadable expression on her face, she quickly lifted her hand to scratch her eyebrow slightly and turned herself around to walk towards a free table to seat there. The way you always jumped slightly whenever someone touch you out of nowhere made her also feel worried, what had happened to you? She really wanted to know but she did not have the courage to ask you out loud.
Agathaâs gaze made you feel a little bit weirded out because, she had never looked at you that way, was she analyzing you? thinking you were just a bother? You had many ideas running through your head, so many bad things that she could be thinking about you so you decided to just take your phone out to start scrolling whatever you could find.
You were trying so hard to focus on something else trying not to mind Agatha and when the teen asked what she wanted to eat and the two of them went to order their food you decided to take that little time to go to the nearest bathroom to wash your face. You still couldnât understand why Agatha was looking at you in such a weird way, you never knew what she could be thinking or what her next move could be, so you only hoped for the best, feeling the cold water on your face relaxed you a little, you tried to lessen the tension on your shoulders and finally when you dried your face you decided it was time to go back to the two people you had come with, what you had not expecting was Agatha and the teen standing there in front of the table you had chosen and looking everywhere around the place, Agatha seemed to be tense, the way her shoulders seemed to tense just as she was speaking to the teen as if she was scolding him but you were not sure why.
Slowly you made your way to them, trying not to interrupt the conversation they were having in order not to bother Agatha, you did not want to make her angry at you.
After making sure you were centimeters away from them, you were able to hear what was the older witch and the teen talking about.
âYou could have made sure she stayed here! Why couldnât you watch where she went to?â Agatha sounded pissed but you were not understanding what was going on.
âI went with you to pay for the food! How was I supposed to know she would be leaving?â The teen had lifted his hands up in the air, not knowing what to do.
You cleared your throat to announce yourself and the two of them quickly turned themselves to look at you, when Agatha saw you, she felt relieved, she had felt her heart would stop at any minute trying to figure out where had you gone or if you had finally decided you wanted to leave her and be free, she had thought the worst, had you finally realized she was not a good person? That she was actually a wicthkiller and she was not capable of loving? She almost cried feeling desperate not knowing where you had gone, and seeing you there back again in front of her, made her feel at peace, she had wanted to hug you but again, she suppressed that feeling and only sighed.
âYou know you could have said where you were going?â Agatha quickly commented while turning around to finally take a seat, she started to eat her corndog nonchalantly as if she had not just blamed the teen for losing you out if their sight and almost crying at the thought of you leaving, the teen was trying so hard not to laugh so he took the seat next to Agatha and brought the cup he had on the table to his lips, covering his grin.
You did not understand what had just happened or why she seemed so annoyed that you had left for some minutes, so deciding not to comment nor say anything you sat down on the seat in front of Agatha and the teen.
The older witch started to eat nonchalantly as if nothing had happened and the teen proceeded to do the same, you did not find anything to do so you just decided to keep doing what you had been doing on your phone, there was not much to do, you still had to wait for them to finish eating and then you had to still look for the other witches to complete the coven.
Your mind wandered back to a few hours ago, when you had heard Lilia saying random names of tarot cards, you had studied a little bit of tarot a while ago, and from what you knew, the first card Lilia had said out of nowhere had been Ace of cups, what did you remember about ace of cups? It had to do with new beginnings, right? Something about new relationships, what else? A card alone could have many different meanings, cards also have to be paired to have a more specific meaning, right? What other cards had Lilia said? Six of cups and two of cups, the meaning could also depend on the deck and also the context of course, what did you remember about the six of cups card?Â
It had to do with nostalgia? You tried to think harder, and yes you remembered! It also had to do with the past, in certain cases that could mean the past could come back somehow, revisiting some past memories? You were not sure, the meaning of that was the one you remembered the most, it had to do with partnership, creating a union, union of forces, could it be the coven reuniting and forming a union? You were not sure and tried not to think about it too much, you just wanted to remember what the cards could mean.
The last card Lilia had mentioned had been the lovers and that card could have just as every other tarot card a different meaning depending on the context, so it would be too risky to jump into any conclusions even though you wished deeply for that card to have a good meaning for you and a certain blue-eyed witch, Agatha noticed the way you seemed to be thinking a lot, the way you unconsciously tended to bite your lower lip while you were too focused on whatever you were thinking, it was an habit she had noticed since you started living with her when Wanda was still around, even if she never allowed herself to say it out loud, she had picked up almost all of your gestures, expressions and even antics, and could only wondered why you looked to be so worried.
The next stop all of you made was on the shop of the famous social media influencer Jennifer Kale, you felt nervous getting to be near someone as famous as her who had so many followers, the teen seemed to be excited due to his bouncy state.
 âArenÂŽt you excited?â The boy asked you with a huge smile on his face, you nodded slightly letting him know that you were feeling the same, Agatha eyed you a little, she was walking behind you and noticed you shifting a little, showing that you were feeling nervous, it was something you used to do all the time when feeling stressed or nervous, moving your legs a little or passing your hands various times through your hair to soothe yourself, during those three years she would caress your hair a little to help you feel at ease, but right now, she could not get herself to do it .
You still did not understand why Agatha kept staring at you with such a weird look that you did not understand, so you only decided not to engage too much into their conversation with Jennifer, and only stood next to the teen.
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The way Agatha had ripped the teenÂŽs decoration to welcome the witches made you feel a little bit bad for him, but you knew Agatha was feeling stressed, you even felt stressed because you did not know what would be waiting for you on the road, and it also made you feel scared.
âHeyâ You said softly to Agatha with a frown on your face, she quickly looked back at you and felt surprised for your reaction.
âIt looked nice, he did it with his own hands, I gave him the sheets of paper and the markers, it was prettyâ Agatha blinked several times and when she saw the way you had stretched out for her to give her back the decoration Agatha did not think twice and handed it to you.
The teen was smirking and when Agatha saw him, she only rolled her eyes at him and walked into the other room, leaving you and him to keep on doing what you had planned.
âHow did you do that?â The dark-haired boy had a big smirk on his face, and you only shrugged your shoulders not understanding what he meant, so you only gave to him back what he had made and helped him to put it back on the wall.
 âThat looks niceâ A voice behind you commented and you turned yourself around to look at the woman who had arrived.
âHe made itâ You replied smiling softly at the potionÂŽs witch and she returned the smile, even if you had not spoked with her that much, she could see you were nice.
âThank you for comingâ The boy looked at her with a big smile. Lilia arrived secondly and you greeted her happily, waving your hand at her, she did the same to you and the boy offered them a snack, you were not sure where he had gotten them, but decided not to ask, Agatha could not have given them to him, right?
 âHiâ The woman with the red strands of hair arrived, she had her hands on her pockets and you smiled at her as well.
 âSorry for tackling youâ Alice said to the teen and then looked at you.
âSorry for making you fall as wellâ Smiling you laughed out loud.
 âItÂŽs alright, it was not that bad, donÂŽt worryâ Alice nodded and shily looked at the floor.
âWhat type of witch are you?â Jennifer suddenly asked you and you quickly shook your head.
âOh, no, I am not a witch I am just here helping Agathaâ You replied with a smile on your face, the three witches looked at each other with a confused look, they did not understand how could someone be happy helping Agatha, you seemed too nice to be working with her.
Before anyone could make more questions, Agatha appeared again, entering the living room dressed completely different, she really looked amazing with that coat on her.
âAlright, letÂŽs walk the roadâ The new coven started to walk towards AgathaÂŽs basement and you decided to go grab Mr. Scratchy to put him in a safe place, the teen followed you to get him back onto his large cage to get him safe, you two were too concentrated on making sure the bunny was fine that you did not get to hear the conversation about them needing a green witch, you did not even notice when Agatha left the house and came back with Mrs. Davis behind her.
âAlright, we are all setâ The teen nodded and walked back to one of the couches to seat in there, you decided you would go the basement to see how else you could help Agatha with.
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âYou canât be hereâ Agatha quickly said to you making sure the other witches were not listening, she had guided you towards the stairs of her basement to let you know you were not allowed to be in her basement, at least not right now, she did not even know what could happen and deep down the fear was taking over her again, she feared something could really happen to you, and if you got hurt, she would never forgive herself, but how could she let you know that without making a fuss of her own emotions? Without actually saying out loud what she felt?
Your confused look made you look so pretty, why were you so kind to her even after everything she had done? You were too pure and yet you wanted to help her.
âBut then how am I going to help?â You asked her, completely confused on why Agatha was telling you not be there with them, the older woman didnÂŽt want you to get hurt, she did not even know what was going to happen and she could not risk you getting hurt.
âListen, I know you want to help, but remember, the only ones who can open the door are witches, so, you would be more helpful if you go back and stay with the boy and wait for me to give you more instructions, alright?â She was trying so hard to convince you to go back and was hoping that you would accept quickly, she was sure you still had not even noticed about the weird entities wanting to get her, and you were also completely oblivious to the fact that her former lover had also paid her a visit, so she really needed for her and her new âcovenâ to get through this as fast as possible.
âAlrightâ You said to her and Agatha felt relieved you understood quickly.
She made sure you closed the door behind you and went back to the circle.
âWhat a beautiful wife and helping wife you have Agathaâ Mrs. Davis commented, she remembered you and her being on WandaÂŽs hex and from time to time she also saw you going to the grocery store or just walking down the street during those past three years, of course the woman did not know what had happened.
All of the other witches hastily turned their heads to look at Agatha with a shocked expression on their faces, how was it possible that Agatha had a wife?
Agatha laughed nervously and tried to act as if that comment had not meant anything to her.
âHow did you get her to be your wife? Do you have it under some kind of spell?â Jennifer asked with a smirk on her face, how could it be possible? Agatha pursed her lips not wanting to give explanations.
âWell Jennifer, unlike you I can actually get someone who wants to be with me, not magic involved, are you jealous?â The smirk on AgathaÂŽs face made Jennifer feel her blood boiling and Lilia sensed the tension.
âWe are not here to discuss anyoneÂŽs love life, we have a goal in common ladiesâ The Sicilian witch tried to reason with them, not wanting for a fight to start.
âYeah, maybe you can give us some tips laterâ Alice commented while raising her eyebrows and nodding slowly, Lilia turned her head to look at her with her left eyebrow raised.
âWhat?â Alice did not understand the look on the curly haired witch.
Upstairs, you went back to sit next to the boy, and looked at you with a concerned expression on his face.
âAgatha told me to come wait here with youâ He tilted his head and looked at you carefully.
âWe can play a card game in the meantime if you want, I have the Uno game card, I mean it is only the two of us, but,-â
âSure, I love board and card games, so letÂŽs playâ He interrupted you, he loved card games and always was eager to play one with people he liked, he was sure you and him could be great friends.Â
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You looked at Agatha standing herself from the water slide, the way she had not let you get cut your skin with the knife, she had taken the teenâs hand to get the blood they needed, the way she had seen so reluctant to actually cut you with the knife when you had offered yourself, the way she quickly snapped back and said no to you, or how she had taken the glass of wine out of your hands, she had not allowed you to drink from the poisoned wine, claiming only true witches were allowed to drink, but those little actions made your heart flutter with happiness, maybe she really cared about you? Maybe she actually felt something nice towards you? You were beyond happy, finally Agatha was showing something else towards you than just annoyance and that made you feel a lot better.
Agatha felt on edge, she was making sure you would not hurt yourself, but you were making it hard for her, really hard, when she saw you with the glass on your hands, her heart beat so faster that she thought it was going to get out of her ribcage, you almost drank the wine because you had been joking around the teen, she was not sure what you two were laughing about, and her heart felt warm at the sight, but when she saw you were about to take a sip, she had lost her composure for a minute, she had not cared if the others saw her, you were more important to her than anything else or what other people could think, she ran towards you and snatched the glass from your hands, everyone looked at her with wide eyes including you and she only said something mean to cover her real feelings and her beating heart.
 You and Billy had only looked at each other with a confused look and just brushed what had happened off, Agatha always did something like that.
Agatha felt he heart skip a beat not long after the wine incident, you had offered your own hand to get the blood they needed, wanting to help, always willing to help whoever was in need, and again she did not understand how you were not afraid, she was not going to cut your skin, there was no way she would hurt you like that, so she quickly took the teenâs hand and cut his skin, she gave you a quick look with a weird expression you had not seen before, Agatha was stressed, how would she be able to help you and take care of you when you were putting yourself in such dangerous situations!?
Agatha felt relieved for a moment, you had gotten out of the trial without a scratch, you were safe, you were still there in front of her, until the teen and you started to explore the path a little too far away, Alice was saying something about a way to get Mrs. Davis out of the road, to keep her safe, but Agatha was not listening anymore, her eyes squinting to look at the two of you trying to take some orange leaves from the path, but when she saw the way your foot had tripped over she felt her heart skipping a beat again, her worried face showed what she was actually feeling, not daring to hide her emotions, the blue-eyed witch ran off to where you had fallen on the mud as quick as she could.
You had been trying to reach for a weird shaped leave on the path outside the actual road to show it to the teen but the next thing you knew you were fighting to walk out of the pool of mud that seemed to engulf you more and more as the seconds passed, you felt the teen grabbing you by your hands, trying to push you back over to the road, but it was not working, he was doing everything he could until he felt a body pushing him to the side, a strong pair of arms circled your waist and in less than a second, you were released from the mud, you lifted your head to see the blue-eyed woman looking worriedly at you, she took your face in her hands, checking for any type of wounds and when you were about to throw yourself at her to hug her, she quickly turned herself around to walk back towards the other witches.
You felt confused? What had just happened, so you decided to follow Agatha from behind until you reached her when she was closer to her coven, even if you were scared of her reaction, you stretched your hand out to touch her shoulder.
âAgatha?â You asked in a small voice, and Agatha turned herself around to look at you, the way her blue eyes for a minute turned purple and the way her eyebrows were furrowed aggressively, made you feel small.
âYou should not even be here! You are not a witch! You are nothing!â Agatha quickly pressed her hand over her mouth, she had not wanted for that to happen, she had not meant what had come out of her mouth, she did not mean any of what she had said, but the way you had put yourself in danger already three times and being careless to get outside the path, that you had almost drowned in the mud made her feel even more powerless, she did not have her magic, she was useless! How would she be able to actually save you from a magical threat or even from the Salem seven! She had snapped out of fear and stress, but she did not actually mean what she had said.
Too late, she thought when she noticed your beautiful eyes getting glossy, and the way you looked down at the floor, her heart ached so much looking at you this way, she would have loved to pull you closer to her and hug you but she couldnât get herself to actually do it.
You felt guilty for missing âAgnesâ the way she treated you with respect, the way she made you feel seen and showered you with gifts and compliments, the way she hugged you when she noticed you were feeling under the weather.
Of course, you felt guilty because, âAgnesâ was not even real, it was an illusion, something Wanda had created, only playing a role she was assigned to play along, âAgnesâ had been just an illusion, a dream! A beautiful dream that you could not help but miss, it had been three years of you sharing your life with âAgnesâ and even if she was under a spell, you actually saw the cracks of her actual self, her real personality, some times it was more noticeable but the only thing that actually differed from âAgnesâ and Agatha was their way they treated you. Even if you knew the way âAgnesâ had treated you had been just something she had to play under the spell, you could not help but wish that Agatha would treat you some day like that, hoping to get her to like you at least, you wanted her to love you the same way you loved her, why had you been doomed to love the person who did not even like you at all?
Even if you had lived three years with her, it only had felt like a short period of time, you had spent so many time loving her, waiting for her to reciprocate your feelings for real, but at this point, you knew it would never happen, and you would only love her forever even if you did not want to, because, how on earth could you actually stop loving her?Â
Agatha could not stand the state you were in, she had caused this, she had hurt you, again, she did not deserve you, she would never deserve you, you would only get more and more hurt with her by your side, how could you still be there with her?
You knew Agatha very well, or at least that was what you thought, but did you really?
The three years you had passed with her, you had thought you had got to know her entirely, you had let yourself think that maybe if you were patient enough with her, gave her enough space, the space she needed, the time she needed to open up, she would realize slowly that she could trust you, and then she would magically realize you loved her completely and that you would do anything for her, hoping she would return one day your feelings, but just as you still could hear her screaming at you, you felt so stupid, still holding onto a stupid daydream and feeling that would never happen,
You loved her so much it was ruining your life and even though you knew that very well, you were sure you would not stop doing it.
Lilia noticed the tension between you and her, well, everyone noticed the tension, but no one dared to move or say something, too afraid to make everything worse, the teen was mad, he could not understand why Agatha treated you the way she did, when the only thing you wanted was to help her and make sure she was fine, you had stayed with her for three years! Taking care of her making sure she would be fine! How could Agatha be so selfish? How could she not be grateful for once in her life? He couldnât take it anymore, you were one of the kindest people he had gotten to know, and the way she treated you and said mean things to you had to change, he started to walk towards the two of you to face Agatha and help her to get some sense into that thick skull of hers, Lilia noticed the boy walking with an angry expression on his face, the way his hands had formed into fists and knew that would end up even worse, the divination witch turned her face to quickly look at Jenn and Alice and as if they had understood the two witches nodded at her and Lilia took this chance to quickly stand up and walk as fast as she could towards the fuming teen to stop him.
Lilia put her hand on his shoulder and placed herself in front of him, to stop him from going farther and looked at him straight into his eyes.
The dark-haired boy frowned, confusion all over his face, but Lilia only shook her head, as if telling him not to do what he had in mind.
âLetâs give them time, I can sense your intentions are good, but we cannot interfere, I hate the way that poor girl is treated but we cannot interfere right nowâ The boy nodded slowly, trying to clear his head, maybe Lilia was right, but he still hated seeing you so sad.
âI will take the girl to have a chat with her, you stay here and make sure Agatha takes back that poor woman back to her home, alright?â Lilia patted his shoulder and turned back herself to get closer to you and Agatha, you were still looking down to the floor, crying silently, Agatha was looking at you not moving, just stuck there in front of you with some tears falling from her face, Lilia came next to you and placed her left hand on your shoulder, in a slow way and making sure she made sound in order to alert you that someone was behind you and getting closer to you, she had noticed the way you tended to tense when someone got too closer too you without alerting first and when someone touched you without letting you know before, so she did not want to cause you more distress, it made her feel content, that she did not startle you.
âLetâs take a walk alright sweetheart?â You nodded and slowly turned yourself around to start walking never taking your eyes off the floor, Lilia saw the way you started to walk slowly and went back to look at Agatha.
âIâm going to make sure sheâs fine, please take Sharon back to her home, we donât need more innocent people getting hurtâ Agatha nodded quickly and hastily wiped the tears off her face, Lilia gave her a soft smile before turning her body around and walked towards you, she then placed her hand again on your shoulder and gave it a soft squeeze, that action comforted you, and you made a mental note to thank her for that later. Lilia and you walked next to each other, the older and gentle woman never letting go of your shoulder, you walked in silence for some minutes, until you reached a tall tree with some tree-trunks on the floor, Lilia guided you to them and made you take a seat on one of them, she sat to your right and took your hands in hers, feeling her warm hands made you feel your eyes getting glossy again, she was comforting you and it made your heart warm.
âOh, sweet girl, why do you keep suffering in silence?â The Sicilian witch asked you with a worried expression on her face, you didnât dare to lift your face, keeping your eyes on the floor, too ashamed to look at her.
You felt a hand on your chin and Lilia lifted your face to look into your eyes.
âYou donÂŽt have to suffer alone, I know you donÂŽt have magic, but that doesnÂŽt mean you are not part of this coven, yes, it is a little messy coven, gathered on the last hour, but still a coven, and you are part of this coven, you trust in me, Alice and Jenn, I know all of us are wary of Agatha, but that doesnÂŽt mean we feel the same towards you, you are nice, kind, and have such a pretty smile that can be contagious, I now you and Agatha are not together, and I know there is much more between you and her, I see you have a deep love for her, a love that is hurting you, so tell me, whatÂŽs going on?â Lilia spoke with such a soft tone that made you feel safe, the way she had referred to you as being part of the coven made you feel happy, you felt like you could trust in her, so you decided to do it and tell her how you had met Agatha and how you had slowly fell in love with her, Lilia never let go of your hands, caressing the back of your hands with so much delicacy that it made you feel warm on the inside.
âI still donÂŽt know why she hates me so much, I donÂŽt get it, I thought I would be able to make her like me at least, but she doesnÂŽt even tolerate me, I know she doesnÂŽt care, she always makes sure to say it out loud, but why does she have to be so mean? I know maybe I should not love her the way I do, not after everything she has done, but I cannot make myself stop the feeling, I love her and I hate the way loving her makes me feelâ Lilia listened to you carefully, making sure not to interrupt you, she did not think Agatha did not care about you, she saw the way the blue-eyed witch had ran off towards you, she saw the desperate state Agatha had been when she saw you almost drowning in the mud, she saw the way she had hesitated to cut your skin, but hadnÂŽt had any problem using the knife on the teen, Lilia was a very observant woman and was aware of how Agatha always looked at you and watched you carefully since all of you had arrived at the road.
She knew Agatha cared for you, deeply, but the way she treated you made you see the contrary and also made Lilia wondered the reason of her cold treatment towards you but the immense care she felt for you when you were not looking, Lilia was not dumb, and neither any of the other witches, even the teen noticed the way Agatha looked at you from time to time when she thought no one was looking, but her actions demonstrated the contrary, and the only one who could show you and let you know the truth to stop the pain you had in you was the same person who inflicted the pain on you, Agatha had to be the one to talk properly with you, but Lilia was not even sure if Agatha would do it, the purple witch was stubborn and sarcastic, and listened to no one but herself, so trying to talk to her would not even work.
âListen dear, IÂŽve seen some things, I have lived for centuries, and I can assure you, Agatha just does not know how to express herself correctly, I am not making excuses for her, no, the way she treats you is not correct, and it makes me feel angry at her for causing pain to you, but I can also see she is in pain as well, I am not the one who needs to speak about what she feels, just give her some time, and take some time for you as well, I know it is really hard right now, because we have to help each other and we are constantly together, but take some time for you and for her, you can always come to me if you feel safe, even Alice, Jenn and the boy would be more than happy to help you and make sure you are fine, alright?â You nodded, not understanding completely everything she had said, but still having her listening to you and advising you made you feel content and kept your heart warm, she gave one last squeeze to your hands and you smiled softly at her.
âSee? You have such a pretty smile, it hurts me to see you so sad sweetheartâ You laughed softly and Lilia laughed as well, your smile and laugh was really contagious.
âCan I hug you?â You liked that Lilia had asked before and you quickly nodded, you really needed a hug right now, you felt her arms surrounding you and you did the same, her hug made you feel happy and kept your heart warm, Lilia was such a kind woman, with such a beautiful soul.
You heard some footsteps getting closer in a slow way, and Lilia and you separated slowly, you wiped your face again with the sleeve of your jacket and gave her another smile.
âHeyâ You heard someone greeting in front of you, and turning your head to look at the owner of that voice you saw Alice walking slowly towards you, her hands stuck inside the pockets of her jacket, she was walking slowly while shuffling her feet against the leaves and dirt, she looked to the floor and then looked at you, trying not to intrude or make you feel uncomfortable, she came to stand in front of you and Lilia, noticing how Alice was moving her feet around the ground shily, and it made you chuckle slight.
âYou can come sit here next to meâ You patted the spot to your right and Lilia couldnÂŽt help but smile at the interaction, Alice smiled widely and felt excited you had let her sit next to you, she took the spot right next to you making sure she did not cross any boundaries and making sure you were not uncomfortable, you noticed the way the protection witch was trying so hard not to make you feel distressed and it also warmed your heart, she even had made sure she was not touching you that much so you would not feel awkward and you smiled, you moved a little to get closer to her, your shoulders touching and Alice smiled widely at you.
âHow are you?â The protection witch asked you softly and you pressed your head against her shoulder, Alice felt happy you were comfortable with her to do that, and it made her feel joyful, she really didn't like the way you seem so sad since she saw you at the mall, waiting slowly behind Agatha and the teen.
âI am feeling better, Lilia really knows how to cheer someone upâ Lilia chuckled and Alice did the same, resting her head against yours, her hands still on her pockets.
Lilia pressed again her hand on your shoulder and brushed your arm slowly, comforting you, making you feel better. After some minutes had passed, you saw the teenager and Jenn walking slowly next to each other, when they saw you sitting between Alice and Lilia the smiled and started to walk a little bit faster.
The teen quickly came closer to you and took a seat on the ground in front of you, Jenn smiled at you as well and took the spot next to Lilia.
âSmiling fits youâ The teen commented feeling happy you didnât seem to be crying anymore.
âYou have a really pretty smile, it makes me want to smileâ Jenn said peaking her head to look at you, you seemed content and it made her feel really happy, it was a nice change, seeing you smile that way after only seeing you grimacing, confused or crying made her heart feel warm.
Agatha then appeared again, she was walking as elegant and confident as ever and when she saw you she felt happy, she felt happy seeing you smiling again, and being with the others who seemed to be supporting you made her feel happy for you, she still felt guilty but was not about to comment that, but what Agatha did not like was that you avoided looking at her while she explained they needed to summon another green witch.
 All of you gathered around the spot where the area in which the ground changed colors, everyone had a flower in their hands and started to ask for the traits you wished for the new green witch you have.
You were almost at the end of the queue, Lilia to your right and Alice to your left, when your turn came, Lilia placed her hand in your back letting you know it was your turn to place the flower and wish for the trait.
âPlease let the new green witch be kindâÂ
Alice brushed her arm against you and nodded agreeing with you, Lilia gave another squeeze to your shoulder, while the teen and Jennifer smiled again at your wish.
Agatha was looking at you with a sad smile on her face, and a pang of guilty reached her heart, she had not been kind to you, what made her feel a little bit better, was the fact that the other witches have seemed to take a liking to you, she really hoped nothing happened to any of them because she wouldnÂŽt know how you would react if you lost one of the witches who were kind enough to make sure you were alright, she feared for them and for you, a really strange feeling she was not used to.
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âWhy are you so mean if you feel the same way she feels?â Rio who was asking Agatha from behind caressing her hair. Agatha quickly turned herself around to face Rio, how had she noticed? How had she figured it out? She tried to say something, something to prove that Rio was wrong, but she couldnât, she knew she could not lie to Rio, the brown-eyed woman would notice right away, and she hated that.
Rio chuckled and proceeded to take Agathaâs hands in hers, she knew that Agatha was trying hard to ignore the feelings she had been having for you, the strong and deep love she actually had for you, the immense necessity to take care of you and make sure you were alright, Rio knew that in an attempt to try and bury her own feelings, Agatha had tried to have as much contact with her while all of you kept on walking down the road, Rio knew it very well and it was not fair for you nor her.
âI know why you suddenly want to be near me so much, and itâs not fair for her and neither for me and not even fair for you, you know itâ Rio said while caressing the hands of the blue-eyed witch. Agatha started to feel guilty again and couldnât deny that what Rio was saying was true, the brown-eyed woman knew her so well, but she wanted to make sure that Rio knew her feelings for her were not an act and she genuinely still felt love for her.
âI am not lying about the way I still feel about youâ Agatha desperately said, squeezing the other womanâs hands.
Rio chuckled a little looking back at their hands intertwined and sighed deeply.
âI know, I know you still have those same feelings, we share the same feeling, but you know you are not being fair to her, I know you are saying the truth about us, butâŠâ
Rio stopped to take a deep breath again and looked back to Agathaâs face.
âYou keep denying what you feel about her and doing that and it is hurting not only her, it is also hurting youâ Rio tried to get Agatha to realize how much pain she was inflicting not only to you.
âI also have to say that I donât like the way you talk to her or treat her, she does not deserve to be treated like that Agatha, she doesnât deserve to keep being on pain because you are too afraid of your own feelingsâ Rio commented again, sounding a little harsh, of course she hated seeing you in so much pain, not getting to see that beautiful smile of yours.
âI watched the two of you while you were under Wandaâs spell, you know? You treated her so beautiful, the way she deserved to be treated, I loved seeing when you came late to your house and y/n would wait for you, she always felt sleepy but she would always make sure to stay awake until you arrived, you would hug her and kiss her making her blush so much that she had to hide her face on your chest, you donât know how happy she wasâŠâ Agatha remembered everything, she remembered doing all of that, but because of her fears and insecurities she tried to bury those memories, she was a little but surprised that Rio had watched the two of you, but she always had done something like that without her knowing.
âI really loved the way she has always listened so attentively to you, always listening to everything that you had to tell, I even feel jealous of her just giving all of her love and attention to you, I would love if she looked at me the way she does it when it comes to youâ Rio said a little ashamed, feeling too exposed saying how she felt.
Agatha felt surprised listening to Rioâs confession and couldnât help but feel a little bit jealous for the fact that she wanted you for her as well.
âDonât worry, Iâm not going to steal her from youâ Rio winked at her playfully.
âI just, would like to keep talking with her and with you, after all this finishes, if youâd likeâÂ
Agatha liked the idea of getting to be with her and you, but now you were not even looking at her, not even meeting her gaze! You have been avoiding her since she had yelled at you.
âBut she is not even looking at me anymore! She has finally realized the monster I amâ Agatha couldnât hide anymore how distressed she was feeling, the mere thought of you leaving her was making her heart break into pieces, Agatha threw herself at Rio hugging her and clinging to her clothes, sobbing hard against her chest.
âSince I entered that house in Westview, the one I took over to follow my plan, and she was there waiting for me inside what she thought was our home, she opened the door, and smiled at me with one of the most beautiful smiles I have seen ever, she was smiling at me, she called me love and said that she had made dinner for me, I knew right away she was under WandaÂŽs mind control, I just never thought Wanda would give me a fake wife you know, not that I minded at allâ Agatha said with a soft smile even if the tears were still streaming down her face.
 âI never minded her you know? Yes having her there was nice, I just thought that the way she treated me was because of WandaÂŽs mind control, because of the role she had been given to play, it was bad, I had started to fall slowly, it started with her usual greetings in the morning, always asking if I had a good sleep, or if I wanted something specific to eat in the morning, always waiting for me whenever I arrived late, so I decided to stop the feeling and release her from the spell, so she would leave the town, and leave meâŠâ The blue-eyed witch was being sincere, something that was so hard to get her to do, so Rio only listened slowly to her while caressing her hair.
âI decided to just wake her up from the mind control so that she would not act like that anymore, my heart and mind could not stand the fact that I was falling for an act, I was falling for the pretty girl in my house, for the amazing and beautiful woman in my home, always attending to what I needed, always making sure I was alright, always trying to cheer me up and say how smart I was, I wanted for all of that to end because I couldnÂŽt stand the idea of that not being real, I was going to let her go, my heart was shattering I was going to lose her, but I was not going to just stay there and fall for that, enjoying and feeling happy because of her while she was in pain as well, so I decided to wake her up one day when she was showing me what Wanda had gifted to her, she was happy, showing me the small glass piece shaped like a bunny, it was shaped like Mr.Scratchy, she was so happy she was saying that she was going to put it on our nightstand, and I couldnât take it anymore, I quickly just placed my hand on her temple and then I just waited for the worstâ Agatha recalled the way how she had waited for you to start asking where were you, who was she, and what had you been doing there, but what happened shocked her and she did not know if she had to feel relieved or even more scared.
âBut the worst never came, she blinked several times, looked at her surroundings and then at the small piece of glass, then she looked at me with her beautiful eyes, there was no trace of fear nor confusion, she seemed relaxed, and you know what she said to me after that? She said thank you, I wanted to be able to move Agnes, would you let me keep Mr. ScratchyÂŽs twin made out of glass?â Agatha chuckled bitterly, in that moment she realized you still were conscious, you remembered everything but did not seem to be angry nor agitated, you were relaxed, but she was not sure about the way you truly felt so she decided to once again, hide her true feelings.
âI just told her she owed me and she had a debt to pay to me, and you know what? She agreed happily, she said she would help me with whatever I needed that she was really happy there, with me! I thought she was only saying that because maybe she was scared and I thought that she would reveal her true self, her true feelings, that she would start acting different, but none of that happened, she still was there for me, waiting for me at night, making breakfast for the two of us, making sure I was fine, asking about anything, always praising every single thing I did, and even after every mean comment I said to her, she still stayed, I even hurt her once by accident! I threw her against the wall, I never got to say sorry, I did not even stay to check on her, I thought that day she would finally pack her things and leave, but she stayed, she has been staying all this time and I have only treated her like she is not worth anything to me, when she means the world to me, why canÂŽt she just leave, yell or say something to me? I am a monster, even after every bad things I have done to her, she is still hereâ Agatha started to sob more, recalling every bad thing she had done to you made her think more and more you were not safe with her, Rio took her by her shoulders and made her look into her brown eyes.
âIt is never late to say sorry, it is never late to finally let her know how you truly feel, if you want that girl to stay with you, and if you do not want to lose her nor let her go, with only an explanation, a sorry and telling her about your real feelings, she is going to understand everything, you have to stop inflicting pain in her and in you, canÂŽt you see how much she loves you? The way she looks at you with such admiration, and I know, you showed her how you really felt during those three years you were under WandaÂŽs spell, or am I wrong?â The blue-eyed witch sighed and nodded slowly, there were times in which Agatha would be conscious from time to time, she would come to her senses and realized that everything was just WandaÂŽs magic making her believe and act in weird ways, but even during those short times, she still acted the same way towards you, taking advantage that you thought she was under the spell, it was a way in which she felt somehow safe, and she had every memory about those three years, the way you smiled when she hugged you, the way you blushed when she complimented you, for her it had been real, and she loved all the time she got to spend with you, but her pride, insecurities and fears made her act the same awful way towards you when she was released completely, and she hated herself for that.
âI know you think you donÂŽt deserve her, that you donÂŽt deserve her love, but you do, but if you do not let her know the real you and your real feelings, you are risking everything you can have with her, Agatha if you do not talk to her, she is going to leave, and I donÂŽt want to lose her neither, I know you love her the same, but if you do not let her know that, how is she going to know your true feelings? If you keep acting that way towards her you would only keep ruining your life and hers, do you understand that? I know you are scared of something happening to her, but you have to show her you care, you have to show her how much you truly love her, she needs you to reaffirm and confirm all of thatâ Rio was speaking in a soft way, her soft voice explaining everything to Agatha who always was a mess when it came to feelings, Rio wanted to stop the suffering you and Agatha were passing through.
âLove doesnÂŽt have to make you sufferâ Rio said with a smile on her face.
âI saw the two of you during all these three years, and I saw the love you two share, I know itÂŽs easy for you to hide your feelings, but it is hurting you more and her, you may have been under WandaÂŽs spell, but I know that way was easier for you to show how you truly felt, you should really talk to her and say everything to her just as you did with me, or would you like me to talk to her?â The way Rio was asking the last question made Agatha realized that this other woman also cared for you and she cared for her as well, if she could mend everything with her and you at the same time, she would be more than happy, Agatha was aware she had to be the one to talk to you and explain everything to you, she needed to do that for you, so she shook her head slowly.
âI want to talk to her, and explain everything, but, what if she doesnÂŽt believe me and decides to leave?â Her biggest fear was you abandoning her and she was sure she would not be able to stand it, Rio chuckled slightly, how could Agatha really not see the immense love you had for her?
âShe is not going to leave, she only needs to hear what you just told me, and be honest, completely honest, no more lies, no more acts, alright?â Agatha understood and felt a wave of excitement, she wanted to mend things with you, and was grateful for Rio being there to help her, the blue-eyed witch hugged the other woman and sighed deeply.
âNo more liesâ Agatha repeated against RioÂŽs chest.
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Agatha tried to get near you to have a proper talk with you, but it seemed like you were ignoring her, it was as if you did not want to talk to her, you were not even looking at her when she spoke or was asked something, the blue-eyed witch felt desperate and every time she tried to get closer to you, you always seemed to get to the other side or get to talk with the teen or with any of the other witches but her, any time that would happen she would turn to look at Rio to lift her hands and point at you to make her see you did not want to talk to her, Rio would always place her hands in the air and slowly move them downwards as a way of reminding Agatha to calm herself down and not push things too much.
Agatha was in a rush to get to talk to you properly, she felt the need to explain everything to you and tell you her true feelings but you were pushing her away, she couldnÂŽt help but feel desperate.
You wanted to give Agatha time to calm herself, because you still thought she was annoyed, so whenever you noticed she was near you, you decided to give her some space, not knowing what she actually wanted to do, Rio wanted to interfere and get the two of you together so you would have the chance to properly speak, but right where she was about to step up and get the two of you to talk, another house appeared in front of them, and given AliceŽs reactions, it was clear the next trial was hers, so all of you entered to the house, getting ready for whatever would come.
Agatha went to talk to you when she noticed the teen and you were around the piano with Alice, the three of you were laughing while Alice told you the different keys of the huge instrument.
âI would have loved to learn how to play piano or any type of instrument when I was a kid, but my parents actually didnât care about what I liked, I remember I liked to draw with crayons and pencil colors but when I asked them to buy me some coloring books or some pencils they would always tell me it was a waste of money and time, then I just grew up and kind of lost interest in certain thingsâ You said while touching softly the keys just softly enough to feel the cold keys without pressing hard into them to make them sound, you had not seen the way Alice and the teen shared a sad look.
âI can teach you to play when we get out of thisâ Alice commented while looking at you with a big smile on her face, her heart ache for you.
âThat would be awesome isnât it awesome? You can also come to my place and I can show you everything I have, Iâm pretty sure you are going to like my movie collection, remember you told me you loved watching moviesâ The teen said after he listened to Aliceâs offer, he wanted to make sure you knew that after all this finished, and all of you completed everything you still would have friends with you.
Your heart couldnât be filled with so much more love, it felt nice to be wanted to share things with people you liked, it was nice to be felt included, it was amazing to feel wanted and cared enough for people to invite you to do things with them.
Agatha slowly got closer to you and cleared her throat not to scare you.
âHey can you-â She had not even finished her sentence when you quickly turned around and started to walk away.
âYeah, I will make sure not to get in your wayâ You said out loud and walked towards the corner of the room leaving Agatha shocked and with her mouth open.
âThatâs not what I meantâ Agatha said softly looking at Alice and the teen, they didnât say anything and then Rio appeared behind Agatha brushing her shoulders softly.
âCan you tell y/n that she doesnât have to actually do anything? I donât want her to get hurtâ Agatha told her not minding if Alice and the teen heard what she was saying, the pair only looked at each other confused.
âWill do, donât worry, go prepare yourself to show off, she likes your clothes by the way, she was looking at you through the mirrorâ Rio winked at her and walked off to meet you, her last comment made Agatha smile and took a look at her clothes.
âYou know she only wants to make sure youâre safe, right?â You heard Rio talking behind you and you decided to turn yourself around to face her, taking a look at the witches in the middle of the room, Agatha was making sure the microphone was to her level, making you smile slightly.
âSometimes it doesnât feel like thatâ You replied to her looking at the floor, she shook her head and slowly put her hand on your chin, lifting your face to look thoroughly your expression.
âAgatha is a complicated woman, I used to be with her, and she has always been like this, itâs her own way to cope with things, I know itâs not the best way, but if you let her explain herself, everything will make sense, alright?â The woman in front of you sounded sincere, and the way she caressed the skin on your face comforted you in the same way Agatha had made you feel when she was under Wandaâs spell.
You leant into her touch, enjoying the feeling she was providing you; you closed your eyes enjoying the moment.
âYou are so beautifulâ Rio said in a whisper, you opened your eyes to look at her, feeling your face getting warmer.
âThank you, you are really beautiful as wellâ Rio smiled at you making your heart leap.
You could have sworn you have seen her before, but you were not sure where or if it was possible.
âI know you love flowers; it is amazing how you care for the garden you have on Agathaâs garden, making sure they are always wateredâ
You were surprised, how did she even know that?
âI know itâs weird, but I hope this doesnât scare you off, but Iâve been looking after you and Agatha, well, maybe a little bit more after you, Agatha has been having you looking after her during these past three years, I wanted to make sure you were also fine, we both know Agatha can take care of herself but is never that bad to make sure sheâs fine like you have been doing, right?â Rio took your hand in hers and brought your hand to her lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles, making you nervous.
âCareful Agatha, sheâs stealing your wifeâ Jenn commented loud enough for her to be the only one to hear, Agatha pursed her lips together and sent you a look.
Rio was talking to you in the corner of the room, she was playing with your hair and you were playfully pushing her hand away, the two of you were laughing and even if the brown-eyed woman and her had already talked about what they wanted, which was the same thing, or the same person in this case, she couldnât help but feel jealous, you had just met Rio hours ago and there you were touching her playfully?
What made her feel more jealous was when she saw the way Rio gave you one of the flowers hanging around her hair and gave it you, you didnât think twice to take it in your hands.
âRio, care to join us? We have to hurryâ Agatha called out loud with her hands pointing at the instruments.
Rio winked at you and brushed slowly her hand on your hand.
âWe can keep talking later loveâ The pet-name had made you blush and you only nodded trying to hide your smile while caressing slowly the petals of the flower Rio had given to you.
Rio came towards all of the other witches who already had an instrument in their hands and Agatha quickly took Rioâs shoulder, stopping her from walking past her.
âI told you to only let her know to stay away, not to go and flirt shamelessly with her in front of usâ Agatha hissed to her, trying not to yell and Rio couldnât help but laugh.
âCalm down, we already talked, we have to make her feel safe, thatâs what Iâm doingâ Rio tried to reason with the blue-eyed witch.
âSheâs is not only yoursâ Agatha said again warning the brown-eyed woman.
âThen we better hurry so you can let her know you want her to be yours as well, right?â Rio replied back with her eyes wide opened and a big smile on her face, Agatha only sighed and let her walk towards her instrument.
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It happened so fast that you didnât even get the chance to cover your face or turned around, but it was too late, the next thing you knew you were being carried and you felt the hot and thick liquid coming out from several parts of your body, and the different cuts all over your face made you feel more pain.
All they had heard was the sound of something about to crack, and after they had the chance to do something the glass in front of you shattered into millions of pieces, everyone out of instinct covered themselves but when Agatha realized you had been the one too close to the glass her heart started to beat faster, turning around quickly she saw you were about to fall to the floor completely unconscious, so she ran as fast as she could catching you in the process.
âPlease we need to help her, sheâs bleeding so muchâ Agatha screamed completely terrified, she had tried to protect you and she hadnât even been able to do that.
Yes, they had passed the trial, but that didnât make them feel happy nor excited, everyone was completely worried about you but the way Agatha seemed to be so desperate trying to stop the bleeding and the tears falling from her face showed how scared she was.
Agatha was passing her hand through her hair nervously not knowing what to do, she felt useless, completely useless.
âPlease we have to do something, sheâs not responding!â Agatha yelled completely desperate looking at the other witches.
They placed you on the floor carefully, Agatha quickly started to look for any more wounds and when she saw a big spot of blood that had formed on you abdomen it made her cry harder, she carefully lifted the shirt to see the wound and what she saw made her gasp as well as the other witches who were looking horrified the scene in front of them.
âLet me try somethingâ Jenn quickly made something with the water on the little pools on the floor, and started to say something in Latin, Agatha was trembling with fear, without her powers she was not even able to heal you.
Rio came to stand next to her to take her hand in hers to give her some kind of comfort, the brown-eyed woman was trying really hard not to shed any tears, trying to be strong for Agatha.
The teen had his hands in his head, not wanting to look at the amount of blood coming from you, he was so scared for you and started to walk in circles due to his nervousness.
Jenn came back to your body and kneeled to try and pour the water onto your wound, she carefully removed the big piece of glass stuck in your skin and Agatha couldnât stand the sight, her eyes were completely red, her hands shaking out of fear.
âThere is so much blood! Are you sure thatâs going to help?!â Alice suddenly asked not sure if she should get closer or give you space, Lilia had kneeled next to you, caressing your hair and with tears in her eyes.
Agatha hoped that whatever Jen was pouring into your wound would stop the bleeding but even after the water was poured completely on you, the blood didnât stop from coming out of the wound in your stomach.
âItâs not working! Jen why is not working!?â Agatha yelled scared and confused, she kneeled down as well trying to see if maybe her powers were back, but they had not come back to her.
âDamn it!â The blue-eyed woman didnât know what to do, she had wanted to apply pressure into your wound but was afraid of making everything worse, she didnât know what to do for once in her life.
âWe have to do something, sheâs still bleeding!â The teen came running towards you.
âAgatha, we have to do something if we donât stop the bleeding she will die!â Everyone felt a pang of fear and pain when they heard the teen saying that.
âNo, no she wonât die!â Agatha took your face into her hands, softly caressing the spots that were free off any wounds.
All of the witches were crying at this point, how could it be possible that out of all of them you had been the one to get hurt?
âPlease doll, you canât die, you canât leave me, I donât want you to leave, I love you, we still havenât talked! I still have to let you know everything, I love you please you canât leave meâ The way Agatha was talking to you and pleading for you not to leave her was a shattering their hearts.
Rio couldnât stand the sight, you were in fact dying, she removed slowly from Agatha and the blue-eyed witch panicked.
âNo, no, no please, donât take her, itâs not fair! Please I beg you not to take her, please my love you canât take herâ Rioâs heart was breaking into millions of pieces, the way Agatha was suffering, the way she would suffer even more if you died, the way Rio would also suffer from your loss, everyone here would suffer horribly if you died, Rio knew it was not fair, it was not fair that you had to die like that, an innocent, Rio knew she had a job, her job was sacred, but would she be able to break the rules for you and Agatha? She hadnât got the time to speak properly with you, to show you how she truly cared about you, all these years looking after Agatha and you had made her fall for you as well, the way your smile was so sweet and contagious, the way you would always try to hide your face when you were feeling nervous, she couldnât bring herself to take you with her and never see you again.
The other witches were completely confused, why was Agatha pleading to her not to take you? They were not understanding until Rioâs face showed for a second her true image making everyone gasp in fear.
âI canât interfere Agatha, I am the natural order, I should never stop the natural order of thingsâ Rioâs voice was deep, and Agathaâs sobs were becoming louder.
âWhy is it always an innocent the one which has to pay for the bad things?â Lilia asked out loud caressing softly your hair making sure not to hurt you more.
Rio slowly pressed her hand on the deep wound on your stomach and when she took her hand off, the blood had stopped coming, the gash on your skin was not there anymore, and your breathing became normal.
âYou saved herâ Agathaâs eyes were full of tears, the hot streams of tears still falling down her face, but at the sight of your abdomen with no more blood coming and with no trace of the wound, she finally felt she could breathe, Rio only nodded and quickly wiped the single tear that had fallen down her face.
âI couldnât bring myself to hurt the two women I loveâ She whispered.Â
âI will make sure nothing ever happens to her, right now we have to make sure she rests for a while, I can take care of the other small wounds that she has all over her face and hands, we have to move her to a place where she can restâ Everyone nodded when Rio finished talking, and Agatha and her made sure to take carefully your body to carry you on their arms.
The teen who has the first to compose himself to make himself useful started to gather as many leaves as he could, he started to take many with him from the ground, Alice who quickly understood what he was doing started to do the same.
âWhere are you going to put her?â The teen asked when he came next to Agatha and Rio who had you in their arms.
âOver there, thank youâ Rio said calmly, she knew you were safe.
Alice and the teen gathered as many leaves as they could and put them where Rio had pointed at, in a spot where the path had some different flowers and a tall tree in the middle, Alice and the teen made sure the leaves they had collected were enough and made sure if was comfortable enough, Agatha and Rio placed you on there carefully, making sure they would not hurt you more.
After they placed you on the leaves Agatha stood up and quickly took her coat off, placing it over your body and making sure you were covered, Lilia came walking to stand next to the two witches and did the same as Agatha, she carefully took her sweater off and kneeled next to you to place it over your body, making sure the two pieces of clothes that belonged to her and Agatha were covering you fully, Agatha felt very touched seeing how everyone also cared about you, and she reminded herself to thank them for that.
Alice noticed the way your head was placed in a weird way so she took her jacket off and moved closer to you, folding her jacket carefully to shape it like a pillow, but noticed the way the zipper had not been carefully hidden so it would not hurt you, Jenn came next to her.
âLet me tryâ Jenn stretched her hands out and Alice handed the jacket to her, Jennifer carefully folded in a way the zipper would not hurt your head, and handed it back to Alice, the protection witch carefully kneeled and Rio did the same, the green witch lifted your head slowly and Alice placed her folded jacket under your head, finally your head was not in a strange position and you seemed to be comfortable enough.
âThank youâ Agatha said looking at the witches that stood in front of you.
âThank you for taking care of her, for making sure sheÂŽs alright, I will always be in debt with youâ Agatha said again with tears forming in her eyes again.
All of the witches were surprised because this had been the first time, they were seeing Agatha being vulnerable.
âWe didnÂŽt do anythingâ Jenn said while looking at you, she still felt bad for not being able to actually do something to heal you.
âYour potion didnÂŽt work, because she was not supposed to be healed, it was not you, your potion worked perfectly fine, you saved Sharon, but this was something differentâ Agatha said looking at Jenn straight into her eyes and then the blue eyed-witch turned her head to look at Rio, giving her a smile, Rio smiled back at her, knowing exactly that what Agatha had said was true, the potionÂŽs witch was not able to heal you because you were not supposed to be saved.
âI mean, thank you for being with her, I know you may not have known her that much, but seeing you making sure she was fine and letting her walk next to you when she did not want to be near me, make me feel relieved that at least she had someone looking after herâ Agatha said sincerely.
âThat girl is a gift, a wonderful young woman who deserves every single good thing, and we are going to be with her until we can and until life allows us toâ Lilia said with a soft tone all while looking at Rio, Rio nodded at her softly, as a way of thanking her.
âWe will leave you to take care of her, we are sure you have too many things to talk about and talk to her when she wakes up, we will be waiting for you to come back with her, alright?â Lilia commented again and Alice, Jenn and the teen nodded, the Sicilian witch was right, they needed to leave the three of you alone and give you time to talk, Alice and the teen were the first ones to start walking back to the spot where the door had been, the two of them smiled at Rio and Agatha, Jenn was the second to leave, sighing deeply and Lilia stopped next to Agatha to grab her hand in hers.
âMake sure she recovers well, and Agatha please stop making her suffer, I know you are suffering as well, so I hope when she wakes up, you will talk to he properly and I hope you say sorry to herâ Lilia was looking straight at the blue-eyed witch and Agatha nodded.
âI will do it, thank you for talking to her, she seemed more relaxed after your talk, so I am really grateful for thatâ LilliaÂŽs face softened and she patted AgathaÂŽs shoulder, she knew Agatha would do the right thing, so she left to join the rest of the coven where they had left, leaving Agatha and Rio standing next to each other.
Rio took AgathaÂŽs hand in hers and the two of them sat net to you on the ground, the blue-eyed witch took your hand in hers caressing the back of your hand and Rio caressed your forehead softly, healing the wounds you had and making sure they all disappeared.
They were not sure how much time had passed but they felt you started to move slowly and Rio and Agatha quickly went to help you to sit down on the spot you had been placed.
âHow are you feeling doll?â Agatha asked you while she quickly went to grab your face with her hands, there was no trace of blood nor any wounds on your beautiful place, and she felt relieved that you seemed to be relaxed and not in pain, seeing you with your eyes opened was the most beautiful thing, she had been so scared to lose you, she would never forget how much she had feared for your life, she would go absolutely mad if she lost you for real.
Your first reaction was to blink several times, were you dreaming? Why did Agatha look so worried? And most important why was she touching your face with so much softness? Rio noticed your confused expression and giggled gently, she came to sit next to you, her shoulder touching yours and one of her hands went to hugged you by your waist, making you feel your face getting warmer.
Agatha couldnÂŽt help herself and quickly leant to pressed a soft and quick kiss to your lips, it had been so out of nowhere and of course you had not expected her to do that, but it made your heart beat so fast, that it made you afraid it was going to get out of your ribcage with the force it was beating.
âYou almost died, I almost lost you, we almost lost you darling!â AgathaÂŽs eyes started to fill with tears again, the memory making her body tremble again and of course you worried, you took her hands from your face and brought them to your chest.
âBut I am hereâ You said softly trying to give her some comfort.
Agatha and Rio couldnÂŽt believe how sweet you were, you were trying to comfort the blue-eyed witch even though you had just passed through something as traumatic as almost dying.
Agatha chuckled softly and brought your hands to her lips, giving a kiss to the back of your hands, and placing them close to her face to feel the warmth emanating from your soft hands, she was so happy to know you were fine, to know you were there alive and that she was able to feel you.
âI am so happy that youÂŽre here, and it is because of Rio, she saved you, she was the only one who was able to heal you and made you stay here with us, oh love, there was so much blood, seeing you with your eyes completely closed and not responding almost made my heart stop, I was not able to do anything, I donÂŽt have powers, I was not able to protect you, I was so scared since the moment I heard you were coming with us, I didnÂŽt want that anything happened to you, I tried to protect you and none of it worked, you ended up getting hurtâ Agatha was crying, the tears were falling from her face and you quickly wiped the tears of her face, you hugged her and she returned the hug, her arms embraced your waist softly and RioÂŽs hand started to caress your back up and down.
After some minutes that you were sure Agatha had calmed down a little you separated yourself from her and looked straight into her eyes.
âItÂŽs alright Agatha, I really appreciate that you are being finally honest with me, that you let me see this part of you, that you are letting me see the real you, I love you, and I have loved you since I started to share my life with you playing your âwifeââ Agatha felt her face getting warmer and you laughed at her blushing face, Agatha really liked when it was mentioned you were her âwifeâ she had in mind to actually get you to be her real wife but first she wanted to mend things and pass more time with you before finally popping the question, she also was aware of the fact that Rio would start passing more and more time with you and her, so she wanted to talk properly about that with the brown-eyed witch.
âI love you so much as well, everything I have done, every lie I have told you, every mean action and comment I have done to you has been awful, I will never forgive myself for al the time I have treated you like that, I am so sorry for yelling at you, you didnÂŽt deserve any of that, you deserve to have everything, to be treated like a queen, because that is what you are to me, please I hope you can forgive for what I have done, I donÂŽt want to lose you, I want you to stay with me, because I love you, I know there is no excuse for everything I made you pass through, but I was scared, I was scared of my own feelings, every time I looked at you and the way you always smile, it made me fear and doubt my own feelings, you made me feel what I had not felt in centuries, and I was scared to actually face my true feelings towards you, but please, if you give me a chance I will make it up to you, I will never hurt you againâ You were so touched by her words, she was being honest, and the best part was that she returned your feelings, this day could not be better, the woman you had fallen for was saying to you that she also loved you!
You had started to cry and felt another hand caressing you back as well, you gave another soft kiss to Agatha and smiled at her after separating a little from her.
âThank you, Agatha, you really make me happy, I forgive you for everything I really love you so deeply, and I donÂŽt hold any type of grudges against you, it makes me happy to know you feel the same way I do, so of course I will stay with you, I am not going anywhereâ Agatha had a huge smile on her face, her heart was full of love for you, and she would make sure this time she show you how she truly felt about you.
You slowly turned your face to look at Rio and saw the loving expression she had on your face, Agatha patted you softly and pushed you gently to turn yourself around to face Rio.
The brown-eyed witch took your hands in hers and started to caress the palm of your hands, tickling you a little.
âThank you, Rio, for saving my life, I will always have a debt with you, how can I show you how grateful I am?â You said to her with a soft tone, giving her a big smile and feeling your heart leaping, Rio looked at you without saying anything for a couple of minutes, her right hand with her long black fingernails came to your face to caress your cheek and then she placed her hand on your neck, caressing your skin slowly.
âIf you give me as many kisses for as long as I live, you will never own me anythingâ Rio responded with a flirty tone, her eyes watching your lips for a second.
âDonÂŽt worry about Agatha, we already talked, she is not the only one who will have you all to herselfâ Rio winked at you and Agatha rolled her eyes playfully, of course she would say something like that.
âYou can start paying me nowâ Rio whispered, her face getting closer to you, you leant into her and pressed your lips on hers, it started as nice gentle kiss and Rio took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, Agatha noticed that and pursed her lips a little, did she really have to do it now that you were having a deep talk with them? Deep down she felt a little bit jealous, she had also wanted to kiss you like that.
âHey, hey, thatÂŽs too much, cÂŽmon ladiesâ Agatha said out loud and you separated yourself slowly from RioÂŽs lips, your face completely red, Rio had a satisfied look on her face, the brown-eyed witch looked at Agatha and on purpose licked her lips, making Agatha shook her head.
The blue-eyed witch got closer to you, sitting right behind you, she passed her arms around your waist pulling you closer to her and pressing her chin on your shoulder after giving a soft kiss to your temple, feeling content for having you there with her, Rio took your hands again in hers and gave them a squeeze, she also couldnât hide how happy she was feeling, after all, she was finally able to touch you and look at you closer, it had been what she had wanted to do during those three years of only watching you from afar.
You were happy, you not only had the woman whom you had fallen in love first hugging you with her strong grip around you, listening to her breathing, you also had an amazing woman in front of you who also took your breath away, her flirty nature made her so confident, apart from the fact that she was as beautiful as Agatha and had a deadly stare, you felt happy, even if you almost died, everything had been worth it, you didnât feel as if loving her was ruining your life anymore, it was making you feel finally complete, you felt loved and that was what mattered, not only you had two women who cared for you romantically, but you also finally had found your coven even if you were not a witch, they had treated you like if you had been really important to them, and couldnÂŽt wait to see them again to thank them for that.
Agatha knew Rio had been right, love didnât have to make any one of you suffer, not even her, and was grateful that Rio had made her re-think what she was doing, thanks to her, she was right there, hugging you, feeling you close, and Agatha couldnÂŽt be happier, she knew she would have time to spend it with you and also with Rio of course, nothing would take her happiness away, and she would make sure to protect you for real and always have you close to her.
Rio was happy, more than happy, she wouldnÂŽt let anything happen to you, and of course would make sure Agatha would be fine, she would make sure to have an eye on you, and would make sure that Agatha didnÂŽt repeat the same mistakes, Rio wouldnÂŽt let that anything happen to you, she would still have to explain to you why sometimes she had to disappear from time to time, and would explain to you who she really was, she would make sure not to scare you, she know it was something really important to talk about, but right now, she felt content, caressing your hair and putting flowers to decorate your beautiful hair, many different back flowers were adorning your soft hair, Rio was making sure that they would not fall, she was going to enjoy you as much as she could right now, she would have more time to speak properly to you later, right now, she knew she had to make sure nothing happen to any of you to get you safe and out of this place.
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Pairing: neighbor!Frankie Morales x f!reader Words count: 2527 Rating: +18, MDNI
Summary: You're ovulating and can't calm down, just the night before Frankie leaves for a two-day camping trip with the boys for Santi's birthday... luckily Frankie is willing to help you... too much, even.
Tags/Warnings: POV second person, no use of y/n, established relationship, enemies to lovers, smut, fluff, a lot of kissing, female masturbation (on Frankie's leg hehehe), fingering (f receiving), oral (f receiving), overstimulation, aftercare, reader has breasts and vagina, wears a baby doll and a thong, she's able body, she doesn't blush, she has hair but it's not described and she has no other description, brief readerâs thought insert, marked in italics. Pussy pronouns. Pet names (baby, honey, good girl). Frankie is our PEK on a mission đ«Ą
A/N: This Frankie is the same as You look like a fun place to sit, but it can be read as a stand alone, there are only some mild references to the previous ff. (If you haven't read it yet though, I hope you do đâ„ïž) I have a couple more ideas in mind for these two, I hope to have something out for the Christmas holidays at least. Thank you so much for loving these two in the previous story, especially to @harriedandharassed who read it and shared it like 3 times if I'm not mistaken, I'm so flattered and grateful. I hope this one works just as well as the first one. English is not my first language, I have no beta, I hope there aren't too many mistakes, please forgive me if there are. I'm open to any advice you want to give me to improve but please be kind. (you always are, tbh). Comments and reblogs are always welcome, you would make me so happy đ„č I started a tag list, if you want to be added leave a comment. If you'd prefer to be tagged only on something specific I can definitely do that, just let me know.
Thanks to anyone who reads, I hope you enjoy.
Archive tags: @pedrostories â„ïž
âFrankie...â you whisper in the dark.
âYes?â he answers you in a thick sleepy voice
âAre you asleep?â
âActually yes.â
âYou're answering me, though.â
âSweetheart...â he picks up his phone from the nightstand âIt's 3:00 a.m. What's wrong?â
âI can't sleepâ you groan
âCome here, come onâ you shift on his part of the bed and he holds you tightly against his body, you rest your head on his chest and surrender to his comforting embrace and the scent of his skin.
You hum âthank youâ
He places a kiss on your forehead âsleep nowâ
You close your eyes, focusing on the sense of peace you feel wrapped in his strong arms, clasped to his body as warm as a furnace, one leg crossed over his, one arm wrapped around his waist.
It's amazing, really, so amazing that soon you begin to feel something else. a little shiver that runs under your skin, a little electric shock that goes through you all, and then a crescendo of wetness between your thighs.
Youâre ovulating and youâre feral, simple as that.
You try not to mind it, to let it pass, not to be too demanding after he has already made you come twice tonight, once on the couch while you were watching a movie - well at least you tried, but you actually have no idea what the movie was about because you were too busy bouncing on his cock, which when you think back on it, it makes you laugh because it seems like a constant in your dating that you can't finish watching a movie without jumping on each other - and once as soon as you got into bed when he saw you coming out of the bathroom in a new babydoll and thong you bought especially for him.
Only two months ago neither of you could stand the other but now, as much as it still bothers you to admit it since he was the last person you thought you would end up with, you are completely and hopelessly smitten with him.
âFrankie,â you whisper, hoping he won't tell you off âcan we kiss for a while? Just a little bit?â
Itâs so early in the morning that he doesn't have the energy to be sarcastic as usual, he just replies âof course, babyâ
He lowers himself on your face and kisses you on the lips, in a very tender but rather chaste way, he still looks half asleep. After a couple of minutes he stops and you sigh, resting your head back on his chest.Â
I must let him sleep, you tell yourself. This man is tired, he has already fucked me twice, that should be enough for now. Yet no, it's not enough, you still crave more.
âFrankie.." you mumble on his chest.
âMmm what is it again?â his voice is even deeper and rougher than usual, which literally sends you into raptures.
"I..." a glimpse of him between your legs as he eats your pussy flashes past your eyes, you squeeze them hard and admit "I want you"
âStill?â he doesn't have an angry tone, nor an irritated one, he's calm, quiet, definitely awake at this point because you feel his hands roam over your back, all the way down to your ass âyou insatiable little minx. You know I have to get up in three hours.âÂ
âI know...but it's not fair, it's SaturdayâÂ
âYou were there when I promised to go camping and fishing with the guys, right?â You leverage your arms to reach his neck, resting your lips on his soft, amber skin âmmmm yesâ you groan.
He chuckles, as he squeezes your butt cheeks âyou know I have to, it's Santi's birthdayâÂ
You continue your run up his neck, slipping your hands under his shirt, caressing his back.
âIâm going to miss you,â you whisper in his ear, burying a hand in his dark curls, your leg tightening around him brushing your barely covered pussy on his leg. Frankie gasps at the sensation, as you begin to grind against his thigh. âItâs only for two days. Jesus, you really are a menace, you know that?âÂ
âYeah, you like that about meâ You coo.
He puts a hand on your neck, his thumb brushing your ear while his other fingers wrap around the base of your skull. âI sure do. Go ahead, honey, make a mess on meâ
Youâre grinding hard, the texture of your brand new thong is adding a delicious scratch between your clit and his skin.Â
Ridiculous desperate moans escape your lips and he kisses you, letting them vibrate into his mouth.Â
Heâs wearing only a t-shirt and boxers, which allows you to feel his warm skin, your clit throbbing against him, your dripping pussy heating from the contact.
You feel the tingle of your orgasm mount inside you, your mouth is wide open for him, your tongue feverishly entwined with his in a sweet struggle that leaves you breathless.
And you come, wave after wave, quivering against him, one of his strong arms keeps you in place while his other hand is still wrapped around your neck squeezing lightly on your pulse point.
Your breath is short and ragged, your body hot and tested and yet you feel like itâs not enough.
As soon as your breathing returns to normal you mutter âgosh...I want moreâ into his slightly sweaty t-shirt.
His voice comes out more high pitched than he would like, he opens his eyes wide and exclaims, "Baby, do you want to wreck even the last bit of me tonight?â
You giggle softly and coo âSheâs aching, you knowâŠâ
You feel one of his hands kneading one of your ass cheeks and then sliding down to your pussy, massaging your folds from behind, wetting his fingers with your juices.
âMmm thatâs goodâ you whisper âbut I still want moreâ
Frankie grunts, flipping you onto your back on the bed and getting on top of you.Â
His eyes scan you in the dim light of your room, reading the lust on your face. âHow much is she aching?âÂ
You whine, tighten your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer but Frankie doesn't budge an inch, he's too strong for you.
âUse your words, baby, I know you can.â His gaze is no longer clouded by sleep, itâs alert and authoritative and he pins you down.Â
âA lot.âÂ
âYeah? Does this wet pussy need me?â he goes down your chest kissing your skin left uncovered by the thin straps of your baby-doll. You moan again, you don't know how to do anything else, your head feels light and confused.Â
"Answer me" he says leaving a bite on your shoulder.Â
You squirm and a breathy "Yes" comes out of your throat.
You feel his cock swell against your thigh, A trickle of desire runs down between your legs, wetting the thong you're wearing underneath. Itâs basically drenched at this point.
âWhat do you want me to do? Tell me what your naughty pussy needs"Â
âYour tongue, your fingersâŠâ you whine âPlease, FrankieâÂ
One thing you learned right away about Frankie is that he really enjoys eating his girl out.Â
He's not one of those men who do it just to get a blowjob in return. He's dedicated. He uses his tongue, his lips, his nose even, he compliments how you taste, how pretty your cunt is, how wet and warm she is under his tongue, he doesn't stop until you're left shaking and breathless beneath him, until he coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of you.Â
He really is a force of nature and blows your mind every single time. And not only at doing that, he is experienced and passionate in every field.
âGreedyâ
He pulls back the duvet and the cool air hardens your nipples as he reaches between your legs, his lustful, tantalizing eyes peering down at you.Â
His mouth brushes your inner thigh, slowly moving up from your knee to your groin, his beard tickling you deliciously, âis that what you want huh?âÂ
âYesâ you murmur âyes, please.âÂ
His plump lips settle on your opening, he sticks out his tongue and licks from above the fabric. You moan, sinking a hand into his raven curls, pressing him against your cunt.Â
He chuckles against your folds, sending an exquisite vibration through your body, slips his fingers into the elastic of your thong and slowly pulls it down.Â
Your cunt throbs in anticipation as his tongue travels up your slit and you emit a deep âFuck, yesâ as soon as his lips latch onto your clit, sucking away the last bit of reasoning you had left.Â
âOh God, FrankieâÂ
He goes down again and comes back up, tongue flat out sliding over your wetness, once, twice, three, four times as an irrepressible heat spreads inside you again and then the tip of his tongue stops under your clit and he begins to jerk it quickly with close flicks.
His hand is open on your thigh, he slows down a bit when he feels your body tenses, goes back to teasing your opening and then starts tickling your bundle of nerves again.
You tug his hair, spreading your legs even wider to take in all that he wants to give you, melting under his ministration.
âFuck, youâre so good, donât stopâ you whine and you see him grinning as he replies âI wonât, baby, Iâm going to have a damn fucking meal out of this pussyâ
His touch is careful, long laps and sucks on your clit, he knows how to alternate them, he seems to know your body and the way it reacts inside out.
Another thing you discovered about him is that he is great at listening and observing and very often guesses your needs and reactions before you express them. He immediately learned how you take your coffee, how you frown when something is bothering you, he knows that you need a particularly tight hug on Monday nights, and that on Friday nights you like to treat yourself to a drink to celebrate getting to the end of another work week.
Frankie is good, really good, you even start to really like quarreling with him, you like the way he stands up to you, the thrill of it and the amazing sex that usually comes right after.Â
He brings you almost to the edge with his tongue without taking his eyes off your face, and then you feel two of his fingers nudging at your entrance âyou want them huh?âÂ
âYesâ you breathe, almost on the verge of delirium and he teases âask nicely baby, I havenât heard that little magic word yetâÂ
You would roll your eyes if you were able to do that but right now all you feel is desire, desire to be full again with his fingers, desire to be fucked just like the way you like, desire to be his and only his.Â
âPl-pleaseâ you mutter and he whispers âhere she is, my good girlâÂ
His index and middle finger start to stretch you, it seems like heâs taking all the time in the world while youâre trembling and begging to be satiated.
âAlmost there pleasepleasepleaseâyou plead and he sinks a little bit more, up to half fingers, his other hand gripping on the soft skin on your tummy, keeping you in place while your back feels like a guitarâs string ready to snap. Â
Your walls are clenching desperately around his fingers, impatient to have all but instead of giving you your long awaited release he comes out completely.Â
"Fuck" you hiss.Â
His lips are curved into a mocking smirk.
Your clit is swollen, your hole empty and the almost release is tingling all over your body like a latent fire that cannot be extinguished.
âDid you think I would make this easy for you?â He asks ironically.
You scoff âGoddamn,Frankie!âÂ
You don't know how he finds strength but he's making you pay for be so demanding, your pussy won't stop throbbing as he barely caresses you, feather light touches on your folds, deliberately ignoring your clit.Â
You try to breathe deeply to calm down, but as soon as Frankie feels your body relax he returns to licking you, two fingers on your clit moving in circles.Â
You're almost on the verge of tears when he brings you back to within an inch of your brink.
âFrankie, pleaseâ you cry âI canât- fuck- I just canâtâ
âOh yes, you can. You wanted more? Iâm going to give you exactly this so now shut up and let me do my jobâ heâs commanding now.
Heâs slow and steady over your bundles of nerves and when you impossibly tense again his mouth is back on it, sucking and teasing with his tongue.
When he gives you your second orgasm he doesn't stop stimulating you as it washes over you, your back arches sharply, youâre gushing in his mouth and all over his face, your hand in his hair tugs to try to pull him away from you but he doesn't move, his lips stubbornly latched onto your clit, his hand firmly on your tummy while the other grips your thigh.Â
He doesn't stop as you anchor yourself to the edge of the mattress trying to lift yourself up, your body twitching unbearably, he pulls you by your legs and brings you right back to where he wants you without taking his face off you, in fact sinking even more. âFrankie please, please, I can'tâ you feel tears stinging your eyes.Â
You feel so sensitive itâs almost impossible to handle.Â
âSsssh youâre goodâ he says, detaching from you just long enough to say it, his beard and mustache glistening and soaked in your essence.
You squeeze your eyes, cover your mouth with your hand as you wail so gravelly it almost doesnât sound your voice anymore.Â
You're overstimulated, your body is sore, you murmur a tearful âpleaseâ again, and Frankie finally decides you've had enough. He pulls away from you and takes you in his arms as he whispers, âYou're okay, honey,â caressing your back. Your labored breathing slowly returns to normal, giving way to a deep, dense feeling of gratification.Â
Frankie definitely reached another level of dedication tonight.Â
âIs everything okay?â he asks as he lifts your chin, inviting you to look at him. "Yes," you murmur, and he kisses you tenderly, "do you think I've given you enough to deal with my absence for two days?â
You giggle âI think it's enough to endure a weekâ and ruffle his hair kissing him again, lingering on his lower lip âBut let me tell you something, though, someone they call Catfish who goes fishing⊠it's really oddâ
The sound of his thunderous laugh vibrates against you âI hadn't thought about it but I must admit that you are right. Now let me sleep for...I don't even know what time it is anymoreâ He reaches out an arm to retrieve the phone on the nightstand and realizes that it is already five o'clock.
âOh, fuckâ
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Stars In My Eyes



(a part two to this fic!)
modern music teacher!eddie munson x art teacher fem!reader
18+ ONLY MDNI!!!
warnings: fluff, so fluffy, first dates, first kisses, some anxiety/stress, a little dash of coach!steve harrington, suggestiveness
author's note: i feel like this took me ages to write! so sorry for the wait...i do sort of love how this turned out :) writing a first kiss scene is hard!!!
please let me know what your thoughts are on this series!
word count: 7.7k
Eddie Munson couldnât believe his luck.
Like, sure heâs gotten lucky a few times before. There was that one time an officer let him off with a warning after he rolled through a stop sign, heâd played the âIâm a teacher during finals weekâ card and it had seemed to work out pretty well for him. There were also a few times when a stranger in front of him at the Starbucks drive thru had paid for his morning coffee, only for him to turn around and see there was no one behind him to pay it forward to. Â
And then, there was that time back during his final senior year where Stacy Cowell was going through a ârebel phaseâ and decided to give Eddie a string of random blowjobs over the course of a week and a half to make herself feel like she was living on âthe wild side.â She quickly transitioned out of that phase when Eddie had asked her out on a date, he figured they should probably make an effort to learn a little about each other if she was going to be deepthroating him in the back of his van every other day after school. She turned him down with a disgusted sneer, leaving Eddie a little heartbroken by the fact that a girl could be so offended at the idea of a date with him. Â
But none of that even mattered to Eddie anymore. All of those situations touched by a bit of luck have been reduced down to mere coincidences now that he has you in his life. Even though it was only one IKEA date trip that the two of you went on last weekend, Eddie couldnât stop himself from imagining a long, happy future with you because of how fucking perfect it all went.
-Â
You donât think youâve ever been so nervously giddy over anything in your entire life. There had never really been any boys that you were crazy for when you were younger. Sure, youâd been in love a couple times before, but nothing was everâŠâwow.âÂ
 Youâd never felt any real sparks, never met anyone truly special enough to change your life like all of the women youâd seen in movies or read about in books. Â
But EddieâŠhe was very much wow.
After youâd worked out the details for your IKEA trip that afternoon in your classroom, you found it hard to stop blushing for the remainder of the week. The both of you decided that youâd go on Saturday morning, and Eddie had insisted on picking you up and driving there together. He bowed his head and lightly pressed his lips to your hand in a dramatic and silly fashion before leaving your classroom. Your knees felt weak and a bright red blush bloomed on your face as Eddie stood back up to his full height to face you.Â
âYou know,â he started, still holding your hand, "you're really cute when you blush like that.â
A tiny squeak is all that comes out of your mouth when you open it to respond. Â
You struggle to put together a coherent sentence and settle for the smile and girlish giggle that bubbled its way out of your chest. Â
âIâll see you later.â
Eddie started to walk backwards, keeping your hand in his grasp until he was too far away and then turning around to exit your classroom. There wasnât much else you could do except stare at the hand that had just been held by him, while holding your other over your mouth in shock. Â
Eddie waited the appropriate five seconds after being out of your line of sight before erupting into a silent âfist-punching-head-banging-fuck yeah!â celebration in the hallway. He couldnât believe he kissed your hand. The thought to kiss your hand had barely graced his mind before his body had made the decision to go through with it. Eddie was terrified that his nerdy qualities would cause you to run for the hills, or that youâd think he was weird or stupid.
But instead, youâd blushed bright red and blessed his ears with a giggle, and all of Eddieâs worries and fears were banished from his mind at the sound of it. Â
Eddie decided he was going to really enjoy taking every opportunity to make you blush. Â
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There were only two days until your IKEA trip with Eddie, and somehow you kept missing each other in the hallways at school. On the rare occasion that Eddie had a spare moment, you were at some kind of art teacher workshop. Whenever you could pull yourself away from decorating your classroom and lesson-planning, Eddie was leaving early for the day to go look at different types of Tubano drums for his classroom. Â
There were a couple of staff meetings that everyone had to attend, but the two of you never ended up sitting next to each other. Instead, you would indulge in a game of eye tag, making yourself feel like you were in high school all over again with a big fat crush. Â
While you were really looking forward to your day out with Eddie, a tiny part of you was glad that you werenât running into him constantly. You found yourself overpouring your coffee in the morning because of the way the deep brown shade of the coffee matched the color of Eddieâs eyes. You accidentally took a sip out of your paint water cup instead of your drinking cup because you were staring off at the lamps in your room, wondering which one had been Eddieâs favorite. Two days was just what you needed to collect yourself enough to act like a normal human being before you saw Eddie again. You werenât even allowing yourself the time to think about being in a car with him for the hour that it took to get to IKEA. All of the workshops, lesson plans and other preparation for the start of school kept you calm and collected.
Eddie, on the other hand, was reduced to a pile of chunky silver rings and nerves. He couldnât stop thinking about everything he had to get done before your tripâŠdate? Was it a date? Did you say the word date when you asked him? Is it even a date when the girl asks the guy-
Eddieâs frantic pacing is interrupted by a shark knock on his propped open classroom door.
âYo, Munson. Howâs theâŠâ Steve trailed off as he took in Eddieâs disheveled state. âDude.â
âI know, I know, man.â Eddie responds, plopping down in a chair that was meant for one of his students. He puts his head in his hands, tugging on the roots to try and get a grip.
âWhatâs goinâ on, Ed? I havenât seen you this distraught since One Direction broke up.â Steve sits on top of a desk next to Eddie, jabbing him softly in the shoulder after his lame attempt at getting a smile out of Eddie. Â
Eddie chuckles and shakes his head at the stupid joke. He looks up at Steve with a deep sigh, then stands up and grabs him by the shoulders.
âIf I tell you, it stays between us.â Eddie fixes Steve with a hard look and raised eyebrows, not any different from the look he gives his students when theyâre getting up to no good. âIâm so dead serious.â
Steveâs eyes widen at the sudden seriousness, making a cross over his chest with his finger. âYeah man, cross my heart and all that.â
Eddie lets go of Steve, slumping back into the chair with a huff. Â
âHow do you know that a date is a date, and not just a friend thing?â
Steve smiles cockily and leans forward, always interested in Eddieâs love lifeâŠor lack thereof.
âWell, I donât knowâŠI think I might have to hear a little more about this special lady in order for me to provide some of my good olâ Harrington Love Advice.â Steve wiggles his eyebrows at Eddie, throwing in a wink for the sake of being annoying.
Eddie rolls his eyes, he knew it was a mistake to bring up girls around this guy. Steve was always giving Eddie pointers on how to get chicks the way he did, but Eddie was in no way similar to Steve when it came to relationships. Steve never had nothing to do on the weekends, always with a new girl, sometimes even the single moms at school. Heâd meet them out at a bar, woo them, take them to dinner and then even sometimes back to his place. Despite his fuck-boy tendencies, Eddie knows itâs never that meaningful for either party. Steveâs been pining after one of the English teachers for years, and these flings are only serving as a way to satiate his intensely flirtatious side. Â
As annoying as he may be, it would be nice to rant about all of his pent up loverboy feelings for you to Steve. Eddie knows heâs just giving him a hard time, itâs one of the many love languages they share as best friends.
âI-itâs justâŠsheâs so beautiful man, likeâŠholy fuck.â Eddie shakes his head in disbelief, looking off into the distance as he rambles on about you. âI mean justâŠshe looks like some kind of Elven princess-angel-goddess-fairyââ
âDude, Ed. None of that nerd shit please, say it to me in English.â
Eddie chuckles and shakes his head with a sigh. Â
âOkay. I really like her. I havenât felt this way in years, maybe ever. We met officially yesterday and justâŠclicked.â
Steve smiles at Eddie as he talks about you, happy to see his friend so excited about someone.
âWe made plans to go to IKEA this weekend, but I donât know what to make of it? Is it a date? Should I bring her flowers? What if I do bring her flowers and she gets weirded out because it was actually never a date at all?â
Steve holds his hands up like heâs trying to calm down an animal. Â
âWoah there, buddy. No need to get all freaked out about it.â Steve canât help but to laugh a little at the helpless look on his friendâs face. âLetâs just start with the details, okay? Who asked who?â
âShe asked me. I said I liked her lamps and then she said she got them at IKEA and then I said that I needed some for my room and then she said that we should go to IKEAandshopforsometogether-â
âOkay, okay man. Take a deep breath.â Steve motions for Eddie to inhale for a couple seconds. Â
âThen let it all out.â Eddie expels the breath from his lips in a hard huff, looking a little calmer. âAlright. So, she asked you?â
Eddie nods.
âThatâs good, it means sheâs interested! Not a lot of women are making the first move these days, it means that she definitely wants a slice of Munson.â
Eddie rolls his eyes at Steve, but still waits for him to go on.
âAre you picking her up for the trip to IKEA?â
âYeah, I offered to pick her up and drive us both there since itâs about an hour away.â
Steve scratches his five oâclock stubble.
âHmmâŠokay. Did she likeâŠjump at the chance for you to drive her or was there some hesitation before she agreed?â
Eddie thinks back to that moment. How the two of you were standing slightly too close for new friends, the way your eyes seemed to sparkle as you looked up at him, how he was surprised you couldnât hear his heart beating out of his chest. Â
He remembers offering to drive the both of you to the store, surprising himself by saying it way calmer than he was feeling. Your face lit up a little, like you were shocked that heâd even offer to pick you up and drive you there. You smiled and nodded your head sweetly before agreeing out loud.
Eddie feels himself smiling at the tiny memory.
âIt wasnât like she immediately answeredâŠbut she definitely was smiling when she agreed. She didnât seem nervous about it or anything, it was more like she was excited or something.â
Steveâs eyebrows shoot up as a smirk emerges on his face.
âSo let me see if Iâm getting this straight. She asked you to go to IKEA, probably knowing it was a long drive, and then she happily agreed to let you pick her up and drive the two of you there? For a whole two hours there and back?â
Eddie nods, anxiously awaiting Steveâs opinion on all of this.
âI mean, itâll probably be a good four or five hours that you spend together driving and shopping.â
Steve fixes Eddie with a look that says âcâmon man, itâs obvious.â
Eddieâs had enough of his edging. âWill you just get to the fucking point please for the love of god?â
Steve sighs and claps a hand on Eddie's shoulder.Â
âEd, itâs a date.â
Eddie barks out a triumphant laugh and Steve does the same. The two men high five and Steve wraps a beefy arm around Eddieâs shoulder to pat him on the chest. Eddie canât help but to let out a big sigh of relief now that he can stop worrying about how to act on this trip date.
-
On Friday, you couldâve sworn you went slightly neurotic. Â
Since Tuesday youâd been considering your day with Eddie as a date, but it suddenly hit you that maybe he didnât feel the same way. What if youâd been doing all this worrying and freaking out for no reason? What if he ends up calling you âdudeâ the entire day? What if he has a girlfriend already, and he just agreed to take you to IKEA so that you wouldnât get your feelings hurt?
Youâd been running circles in your head trying to prepare yourself for any and all possible outcomes that Saturday could hold for you, but none of it seemed to be doing you any good.
So, you did what you always did whenever you found yourself flipping out over something new.
You made a to-do list.Â
Pick out an outfit.  Dress! too fancyâŠjeans?  Dress, definitely dress. not too fancy thoughâŠ
Drink wineÂ
Watch movie
Clean houseâŠagain
Drink more wine
Possibly reconsider outfitâŠ
After all was said and done, you plopped down on your worn-in couch, sufficiently drunk with a clean house and an outfit neatly hung up outside of your closet. You decide to pour your third and final glass of wine for the evening, and to surrender your anxiety to the gods of love. You hope and pray that they like you enough to let you have this one.Â
-
It was finally Saturday. Eddie stands in front of his closet furiously, wondering why in the fuck he canât find a single thing to wear for his date with you today. Heâs got enough clothes to fill his entire closet, dresser, and a $20 clothing rack he picked up at Target years ago. Steve said to just go with what felt the most like âEddieâ, but heâs suddenly unable to remember what his style even looks like. Â
He wants to punch himself in the nuts for not taking the time last night to plan this all out like a normal person. Â
He ends up settling for a fitted white tee, a pair of trusty black jeans, and black boots. On a FaceTime call with Steve (so he could approve Eddieâs choice), Steve mentioned that the outfit was casual, but still fairly nice, and that the white shirt showed off his tattoos and muscles.
âChicks dig the muscles and white tee combo, man. Trust.â
Eddie chuckles at his friendâs âfrat boyâ lingo, but the comment makes him feel better about his appearance anyways. Last year, Steve had managed to convince Eddie to start going to the gym with him after school during the week, and it pains him to admit that he sort of really likes it now. He likes how much stronger he feels, he likes sweating out all of his frustrations, and most of all he likes the way he fills out his t-shirts now.
After hanging up the call with Steve, Eddie flexes a little in his mirror before leaving to go pick you up. He decides to do a few last minute push ups and to moisturize the tattoos on his arms so that he looks extra good for you.
-
Perhaps being slightly neurotic about this date was a good idea.
Thanks to all of your meticulous planning, you managed to get completely ready with a half hour to spare. You decided against sitting on your couch until Eddie arrived since the nervous butterflies in your stomach made you want to throw up, so you opted to wander around your house for the remainder of the time.
You pass by your mirror, doing a final check and making sure your outfit and makeup are up to par. Youâd decided on a simple white dress, with a denim button up thrown over it and your pair of black chelsea boots that had yet to let you down. You smile at your reflection, happy that youâd managed to choose a comfy and cute outfit that felt like you.
Thereâd been too many dates before this one where youâd gone out and spent insane amounts of money on brand new outfits that you werenât even sure you really liked, all in the name of impressing your date and hoping he likes you enough to ask you out on a second one. When prepping for those dates, you spent hours upon hours running around like a mad woman. Shaving, plucking, tweezing, waxing. Making sure your hair curled just right and that your eyeliner was sexy, but not slutty.
You couldnât figure out why Eddie felt so different to you. Even though the nerves of a first date had really freaked you out the night before, this morning was fairly calm. Sure, you took plenty of time in the shower and doing your hair and makeup, but it didnât feel like you were trying to morph into a different version of yourself to please a man.Â
It felt more like you were trying your best to look like your favorite version of yourself.Â
You want Eddie to know who you are inside and outside of work, and you really hope that he likes what he finds.Â
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Eddie stays parked outside of your house for a minute or two to try and settle his nerves. Â
You lived in a small, red brick house in a family neighborhood. There were flowers planted in the beds under your windows, and your front door was painted a deep turquoise color. Eddie sucks in a breath when he sees your figure moving around through the gauzy white curtains covering your windows. Â
How can a hazy silhouette still be so beautiful?
Looking into his rearview mirror, Eddie takes a deep breath.
âYou got this man. Be cool.â
He turns his car off and makes his way to your front door, knocking three times and then taking a step back to wait for you.
It takes all of two seconds for your front door to swing open, revealing you on the other side.
Eddie immediately feels weak in the knees. You looked so cute in your little boots, and he couldnât help but to let his eyes trail up the smooth skin of your legs. He gulped a bit at the short hem of your dress, and then realized he should probably say something.
âHey you.â
âHi,â You smile up at him bashfully as he looks you up and down. You take the opportunity to look him over as well, and damn. You already knew he was sexy, but his tight tee shirt and pulled back hair made you want to drag him into your house and do things to himâŠ
You only notice that heâs been holding a hand behind his back when he brings it out in front of him, revealing a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Â
âThese are for you. I didnât know which was your favorite, so I just asked the lady to throw together a bunch of different kinds and to make it look pretty.â Eddie holds the colorful bouquet out to you and smiles sheepishly. Â
Your mouth hangs open as you reach out to take them, being so careful for no real reason. You look up at Eddie with those big, sparkling eyes.
âThank you so much, Eddie. These are so incredibly beautiful,â he watches you looking down at the flowers, gently brushing your fingers against their petals. âLet me run inside and find a vase for them real quick. Come on in!â
You wave him in behind you and hurry inside.
Eddie tries to suppress the excitement he feels at being invited into your home. He felt like he already got a good glimpse at who you are and how you express yourself when he was inside your classroom, but heâs now getting to see where you spend the majority of your time, where you live. As he steps over the threshold and into your house, he readies his brain to take mental pictures of everything he sets his eyes on, just in case he never sees it again.
Instantly, heâs hit with a sense of âhome.â The inside of your house is the perfect temperature and it smells so good and womanly, like your perfume and also like youâve been baking something but somehow also like flowersâŠEddie loves it already.
You scurry off into the kitchen, trying not to think about the fact that Eddie Munson is looking around your house right now.
Where in the hell have all of your vases run off to?
Eddie walks around cooly with his hands clasped behind his back, taking in everything about your space. Much like your classroom, Eddie is able to spot at least four different sized lamps and light fixtures placed around your entryway and living room. There were warm white Christmas lights hung up along the ceiling, multiple green-leaved plants in different corners, and Eddie even thinks he spotted a black cat sprinting under your soft looking white sectional.
Overall, heâd give your interior design skills an 11/10.Â
Heâs just starting to miss you a little when you come out from your kitchen holding your flowers in a sparkly glass vase. Â
Itâs an odd feeling, seeing Eddie in your house. His âedgierâ look seems like it wouldnât fit with your overall aesthetic, but to your surprise he looks like he belongs here. You walk up to him almost in a daze, admiring the silver hoop earrings heâs wearing, the smile on his lips, and the way some of his hair has made its way out of his low bun to frame his face. Â
The two of you stand there for a moment looking at each other, with you holding your flowers in between your bodies. You engage in a staring match for almost a second too long before you break the silence.
âNo oneâs ever gotten me flowers before,â you sheepishly admit, looking down at them instead of at him. Eddie grins at the blush that blooms onto your cheeks after your prolonged eye contact.
Eddie scoffs before he can stop himself.
âSeriously? Thatâs a damn shame, sweetheart.â
You look up at him again and try not to faint at how easily the word fell from his perfect lips. Unable to take another second of his eyes on yours, you retreat into your living room to find the perfect place for your new flowers. You decide to put them on your coffee table, then turn around to find that Eddie had followed you in. Â
He offers his arm out to you, âShall we?â
This time, you canât fight the smile.
You take his arm and swipe your purse from the coat hanger next to your front door on your way out.
-
Eddie was the perfect gentleman for the entire duration of the car ride to IKEA. He had opened the car door for you, he let you pick the music, and he definitely did not sneak a glimpse at your bare, voluminous thighs when your dress shifted as you sat down. The sweet smell of your perfume spread throughout the interior of his truck, he hopes that smell never fades away.
He couldnât help glancing over at you every other minute, looking so beautiful in his passenger seat while you bobbed your head to whatever song you had queued up on his phone.Â
âWould it be a total invasion of privacy if I played your On Repeat playlist? Iâm dying to know what the music teacherâs favorite music is right now.â Eddie turned to see that you were smiling pleadingly at him, and how could he say no to that face?
âI suppose,â Eddie sighs dramatically. âBut, you are not allowed to judge me for whatever pops up.â He playfully points a finger at you while keeping his eyes on the road. You giggle girlishly.
âI wouldnât dream of it.â
You hit âshuffleâ on Eddieâs playlist and arenât surprised when the first song that plays through the speakers is âThe Unforgiven llâ by Metallica. You already knew Eddie was a fan of the band thanks to the music he always has playing a tad too loudly whenever you pass by his classroom.
âOh, I know this song!â
Eddieâs face whips towards you sporting a shocked âyouâve gotta be kidding meâ expression. He was definitely expecting you to be the âindie musicâ type. Your eyebrows furrow adorably angrily at the look on his face. Â
âWhat? A girl canât like Metallica?â You fix him with a look that tells Eddie he should think twice about his response.
âW-wellâŠI just didnât expect you to be into themâŠthatâs all.â You roll your eyes playfully at him and cross your arms. âBut! Iâm very pleasantly surprised that you are! Girls rule, alright? Men likeâŠtotally suck and stuff.â
You chuckle at his frantic attempt at avoiding a lecture on gender inequality and feminism while settling back into your seat. And because you actually do know and love this song, you start mouthing the words, which eventually evolves into singing them under your breath.
When Eddie thought he spotted you mouthing the words out of the corner of his eye, he was sure that his eyes were playing tricks on him. But just barely hearing you singing the words to his favorite Metallica song just further confirmed a fact that he already knew.
Eddie Munson was totally going to fall in love with you.
The rest of the car ride consisted of sharing music, talking about work and life, childhood memories, and other random topics. Eddie discovered that you love thunderstorms, your catâs name is Pascal (after the chameleon from Tangled), and that you moved here at the beginning of summer from Chicago.
Eddie swears thereâs never been a conversation in history that flowed as well as yours and his. He felt like heâs known you for years, and he hopes youâre feeling the same way.
You totally are.
-
Once the two of you made it to IKEA and inside the giant store, Eddie quickly realized that he never really put any thought into what he actually wanted to buy for his classroom. You swiftly came to his rescue and pulled out your phone to open up Pinterest.
Together, you found a couple pictures that matched the general vibe of Eddieâs classroom. He grabbed a map of the store and a cart, and set off into the maze of furniture. Â
You were back to being shy again, now that you were out in the wild with Eddie. He found that making jokes about all of the funny names got you giggling, and so he didnât miss an opportunity.
He made you laugh the hardest next to the Koppang drawers.
You bumped your shoulder into his around the Baggebo bookcases.
His hand brushed yours next to a Tornviken kitchen island.Â
And Eddie finally worked up the courage to hold your hand next to a Klippan loveseat.
You gasped a little when you felt his warm hand slide into yours, interlocking your fingers together. A red hot blush worked its way up your neck as you snuck a glance over at him, only to find that he was already looking at you with a smirk. He knows exactly what this hand holding is doing to you.
He chuckles smugly as the two of you arrive at the lights section of the store. As he pushes the cart through the aisles, youâre enamored by the twinkling lights that are draped overhead. Youâre lucky heâs holding your hand, or else you probably wouldâve fallen flat on your face. Eddie canât help but to stare at you as you stare up at all the different light fixtures. The different colors and hues of light shine beautifully onto your face, and the soft smile on your lips makes Eddie wish he could just grab you and kiss you right here in the aisle. But, he figures that would cause you to explode after your reaction to his hand-holding.
He watches as you look further down the aisle at the lamps that are on display there, your face lighting up in recognition.
âOh! Thatâs one that Iâve got in my room!â You point at an orange, donut shaped light called a Varmblixt. Eddie recognizes it, you do indeed have one hanging on the wall behind your desk.
âI must have it,â Eddie says with a flourish ,âNever have I seen a more extraordinary donut lamp.â
You giggle and go to grab one to place in the cart, but the box proves to be way heavier than you remember. Eddie notices as soon as you inhale to exert more effort, and he steps in immediately.Â
 No fair maiden such as you should be forced to exert any effort whatsoever in his presence.
âIâve got it, sweetheart.â
You try not to let the name affect you but once again, you fail. Youâre left blushing and biting your lip, speechless. You stare unashamed at Eddie as he picks up the heavy box and goes to place it in the cart with ease. The overhead lights were really doing him favors, every ridge and contour of his body was lit to perfection. You could see the delicious bulge of his biceps, the ripple of his forearm muscles, and the outline of his chest in his shirtâŠ.why is your mouth watering?
Eddie easily places the box in the cart, turning to face you again. He finds you blushing up at him with wide eyes, and is unable to contain the smug smirk on his face. The sudden lack of distance between the two of you did not go unnoticed by him, he hoped you couldnât hear his heart pounding in his chest.
The ânormal youâ wouldâve noticed that you were obviously in Eddieâs personal bubble, and you wouldâve taken a step back like the respectable adult that you are. But the ânormal youâ was long gone in Eddieâs presence. This version of you was not unlike the version that existed when you were an awkward teenager who was on the brink of passing out anytime a boy even breathed in your direction.Â
While you were busy ogling Eddieâs physique, youâd failed to notice the close proximity between the two of you, which led you to your current situation. Â
You and him were so close together, you could feel the warm puffs of air from between his parted lips gently hitting your face. His gaze trailed down from your eyes to your lips, but you wouldnât have noticed anyways because you were one step ahead of him.
His lips looked so pillowy and soft, you wondered how theyâd feel pressed against yours. Would he kiss you slowly, gently holding your face in his big hands and brushing his thumbs along the apples of your cheeks? Or would he be rougher than that, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you into him, kissing you with fire and passion?
Eddieâs eyebrows furrow as he watches you suck your bottom lip into your mouth to bite it. Youâre so goddamn beautiful, and you looked like an angel in this aisle of lights. A lamp from behind you lights up the silhouette of your hair like a halo, and he can see the lights above his head reflected in your eyes like stars. Â
Eddie knows he shouldnât kiss you right now, not in the middle of IKEA where he can hear kids whining to their parents and couples arguing over which shade of beige would match their living room better. He knows this, but he canât stop himself from reaching his hand up to gently grasp your jaw. His thumb slides from your chin to your bottom lip, tugging it free from your teeth.
His hand snakes down to the side of your neck, and you can feel the slight tremor in his hand. Youâre glad that the situation is affecting him too, because you are freaking out. Â
Is he going to kiss you right now? Â
In IKEA?
On your first date?Â
Is this even a date? Â
Do you even want him to kiss you? Idiot, of course you want him to.
Eddieâs eyebrows lift slightly, almost questioning you. Asking you, âDo you want this? Is this okay?â
You answer him with a soft smile, and you feel his hand move behind your neck to pull you in.
It is at this moment that a baby starts to wail one aisle over, effectively ruining any sort of moment you and Eddie had been sharing.
He lets out a frustrated huff, and touches his forehead to yours with closed eyes. Â
âOf course,â he groans.
Youâre secretly giddy at the fact that he so obviously wanted to kiss you badly. You bring your hand up to his arm thatâs still resting on your neck to give it a reassuring squeeze, and in a surprising burst of confidence, you rise up on your toes to peck him on the cheek.
Eddieâs eyes shoot open at the feeling of your soft lips on his cheek. He pulls back to stare down at you as his face turns red.
You giggle at him, then turn around to walk down the aisle.
âCâmon, I think I saw another one of my lamps down this way!â
Eddie snaps himself out of his daze with a shake of his head, heâs sure that heâs got hearts in his eyes as he watches you walk away from him. Grabbing the cart with one hand, he holds his other gently to his cheek, touching the spot thatâs still warm from your lips.
-
Eddie ends up purchasing five lamps from IKEA after an hour and a half of wandering through the aisles with you. Â
He canât help but to act like the loverboy he is when heâs looking at furniture with you. He fantasizes about a life with you, imagining that the two of you are actually here to pick out items to furnish your shared house. Â
He wonders which kind of wood floors youâd pick out and which backsplash youâd want in the kitchen. Youâd probably want to decorate with colorful rugs and throw pillows, and Eddie wouldnât complain. Not as long as youâre happy.  Heâd live in a pink house decorated with bows and lace trim as long as he was living in it with you. Â
Maybe heâs getting ahead of himself, itâs only your first date together right?
If only he knew you were having similar thoughts as you strolled up and down the aisles, hand in hand. You thought about what kind of decorating he did in his house, you figured it was styled in some way considering the amount of effort he puts into making his classroom look as cool as it does. Does he have shelves full of records or different posters framed and hung up on his wall? Which side of the bed does he sleep on? You hope he likes plants, thereâs no way you could part with your beloved greenery if the two of you were to live together.
Youâre quick to silence the random thoughts buzzing around in your head, itâs silly to think about these things on your very first dateâŠyou donât even know his middle name yet!
You and Eddie both seem to snap out of your stupors at the same time, sighing simultaneously. You both turn to look at each other and then begin to laugh, unsure on whether or not the âjinxâ rules apply in a sighing situation. Â
-
Eddie pays for the lights, and soon enough youâre both back in his truck. Â
It dawns on you that your date is almost over, but youâre quickly redirected when you hear the starting notes to the next song that starts playing when Eddieâs phone connects to his radio.
Is thatâŠTaylor Swift?
You turn to him slowly, confused at why a Taylor Swift song is on his âOn Repeatâ Spotify playlist.
Eddieâs already staring at you mortified. He holds a hand up, pausing any words that mightâve come out of your mouth.
âBefore you say anything,â he begins ,âI really admire her lyricism. Girlâs a wizard with words.â
The two of you sit in a charged silence for a moment before you canât hold in your reaction any longer. A laugh breaks free from your chest, and Eddie canât help but to laugh along with you.
Youâre wiping tears from your eyes as your laughter dies down, and Eddie just grins at you.
âI canât believe it. The rock and roll music teacher listens to enough Taylor Swift for it to end up on his âOn Repeatâ playlist.â You shake your head at him with a wide smile on your face that Eddie wants to take a picture of and frame. Â
âYeah, yeahâŠlaugh it up. As a music teacher, itâs my duty to appreciate all types of music.â
You nod along to his explanation, âYes, of course. How else are you supposed to connect with the teenage girls these days?â
âRight! Yes!â Eddie exclaims. âI do this lesson on lyrics and Taylorâs music is a great example of what storytelling in music can look like. I respect her, hard.â
You stifle another laugh at his emotional Taylor Swift themed outburst.
âThis stays between you and I alright?â Eddie points a finger at you playfully. âIf Harrington gets word of this Iâll never live it down.â
âOf course, my lips are sealed.â You mime zipping your lips shut and throwing away the key.
Eddie settles back into his seat with a huff, boyishly smiling over at you.
âI have a very important question for you Eddie.â
He leans in, intrigued by your seriousness.Â
âWhich era are you in right now?â
Eddie scoffs, throwing his head back with a groan. This sends you into another laughing fit, Eddie canât help but to join in again. Heâs coming to find out that your joy is such an infectious thing.
âHmm letâs seeâŠ,â he muses. He turns to look at you with one hand on the wheel and a smirk on his face as he puts his keys in the ignition. Â
âRight nowâŠIâd have to go with âLover,ââ he says with a wink.
Your laughter is cut off abruptly as you gasp and bite your lip, attempting to subdue the cheesy grin thatâs surely made its way onto your face by now. Â
You stare unashamed as Eddie puts his right hand over the back of your seat to turn around and look through the rear window as he reverses the car out of its parking spot. You can smell the cologne he mustâve sprayed on this morning, which immediately awakens the butterflies in your stomach.
As soon as Eddie is set on the route back to your house, he holds out his hand expectantly over his center console. You look at it, then at him, then back at his hand before shyly placing your hand in his. Heâs quick to lace his fingers through yours, holding on tight and running his thumb back and forth.
Youâre both thinking that you could get used to this.
-
Eddie (reluctantly) only lets go of your hand in order to rush around the front of his truck to open your car door for you after heâs pulled into your driveway. Heâs quiet as he walks you to your front door, wondering which way is the best way to ask you out on another date. Â
You stop when you reach your door, looking down at your hand in his. The silence begins to feel just a tad awkward as you both search for something to fill it.
âThank you,â you start quietly ,âfor today. I had a wonderful time.â
Eddie lets out a relieved breath and grins widely down at you.
âI did too,â he begins, readying himself for his next question. âWould youâŠI meanâwould you like toâŠuhâŠshit, would you want to maybe do it again sometime?â
You know what he means, but itâs still so tempting to tease him when heâs blushing like this.
âWould I want to go to IKEA with you again?â
âN-no! I mean, if you wanted to we could I guessâŠb-but I was thinking something more along the lines of dinner?â
You find it adorable how nervous he is to ask you out on a second date, as if you wouldnât agree to go out to dinner with him tonight.
âIâd love that.â
Eddieâs face lights up with a triumphant smile as he lets out the anxious breath heâd been holding in. Â
âGood, thatâs really good.â The way youâre smiling up at him right now is causing him to lose his train of thought.Â ïżœïżœïżœUmâŠhowâs tomorrow night? Around 7?â
âTomorrow night is perfect.â
âAwesome. Great, yeah Iâll justâŠIâll pick you up, okay?â
Youâre beaming as you nod your head, much too ecstatic at the idea of going out with Eddie again to form a coherent sentence.
Eddie finds himself smiling and nodding with you, youâre just too adorable.Â
âHey could I uhâŠc-could I get your number?â Eddie stammers the question out like heâs a prepubescent teenager, mentally face palming the whole time.
Heâs relieved when you chuckle and hold your hand out for him to place his phone in. He fumbles around trying to give you his phone as quickly as possible, he canât believe how nervous he feels right now.Â
He finally somehow manages to pass over his phone with a new contact page pulled up and ready for you. You type in your number and name, making sure to add the artistâs palette emoji afterwards. Eddie laughs through his nose when he sees it, then pockets his phone again. Â
Thereâs a weird tension in the air that can only be brought upon by two people who so obviously want to kiss each other, but are too nervous to make the first move. Eddie wracks his brain for a way to ask you if itâd be okay for him to kiss you without looking like a total idiot. Itâs really unfortunate that the way you bite your lip causes his mind to completely shut off and switch to autopilot. Â
âI really wanna kiss you right now,â he blurts out.
You look up at him, shocked at his bluntness. Eddieâs even more shocked than you are.
âY-you probably should then,â you bashfully admit.
Eddie canât believe that worked.
He steps towards you and softly places one hand on your cheek, the other going to gently grasp the side of your neck similarly to the way he had in IKEA during your almost-kiss.
Your eyes flutter closed as you feel his lips graze yours for the first time. The feeling is electrifying, and you canât help but to venture forward for more. Â
Your lips were just as soft, if not softer, than Eddie imagined.Â
You plunge forward to press your lips against his, instantly deepening the kiss. Eddie found himself instantly addicted to the feel of your lips and the way you sigh into the kiss. Itâs a shy kiss at first, where the two of you slowly begin to figure out your shared rhythm. But it wasnât long before you sank into a synchronized dance, mirroring each otherâs movements in a way that crafted the most perfect, earth shattering first kiss. Â
You let Eddie Munson kiss you at your front door in a way that you had longed to be kissed for your entire life. This was how the women you saw in movies or read about in books were kissed. Youâd read about magic and sparks flying, and you think youâre finally starting to believe in all of it. Â
Eddie moves his hand from your cheek to your waist, gripping it and pulling you closer to him. The gasp you let out gave him the sweet opportunity to run his tongue against your bottom lip, asking, pleading for an entrance which you of course granted. You tasted like autumn and felt like home, he decided he could kiss you for hours on end.
You both stood there for a good five minutes at your front door, making out like giddy teenagers and feeling like them too. Eddie finally pulls away from your lips, pleased to find you subtly chasing his mouth with your own. You open your eyes and come out of your kiss-induced haze to find him smiling adoringly down at you with both hands now circling your waist. Â
âIâll see you tomorrow,â he whispers, leaning in to kiss you once more.Â
âActually, Iâm gonna call you tonight.â He kisses you again. âIs that okay?â Another peck.
You're giggling as he places a final kiss on your forehead, âYes, please.â
âGood.â
Eddie steps back, grabbing your hand to kiss it like he did on Tuesday. He pulls you back in with that same hand to plant one last kiss on your lips, then jogs back to his truck. He waves and quickly honks his horn twice as he pulls away. Â
Youâre left standing at your front door, watching his truck disappear down your street and reliving every moment of your first kiss with Eddie Munson.
When you finally make your way inside, you make sure to smell your brand new beautiful flowers before scurrying off to your bedroom to pick out an outfit for your second date with Eddie tomorrow night. Â
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Reverie - Part 1
Autistic Reader x Barça Femenà - Part 2




Hey, I have some things to say before you start reading. ASD is a very vast spectrum, no two people with it experience the same stuff on a day-to-day basis. This story is written with my knowledge from people I know, and also from my own experiences living with autism too. So don't take this as 'the' perspective, this is a drop in the ocean and this most definitely isn't a handbook on autism. If anyone has any questions or thoughts about this, or ASD in general, you are more than welcome to message me or drop something in my inbox! This is just part one, if you like this first half of the story (because I have no idea how this will go down), let me know if you wanna see the second part, it's ready to go whenever.
Big big thanks to @copper-16 for editing it and leaving such lovely comments on it, I wouldn't have the confidence to post this if it wasn't for your words. Thank you for taking a chance on this story and opening yourself up to learn more, the world needs more people like you and we're all much better off that you're heređ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ
This is my favourite thing I've ever written, and I kinda feel like I'm giving away a piece of my heart by posting this (dramatic much), let me know what you think, hope you like it :)
âAre you ready to go in?â
Are you?
Are you ready to walk into a new setting, head held high, and show your teammates you are worth it?Â
Or are you going to back out? Reverse right out the parking space, speed off to the airport, and catch a flight to god knows where?
That's simply not a possibility. Even if the thought of walking through those reception doors that stare tauntingly at you from across the car park perturbs you more than anything else, there's no backing out now.
Barcelona, the pride of Catalunya, the dominants of Europe, doesn't accept quitters. And that fact glares at you, along with all of its history and values held in the iconic badge that countless legends had adorned, and with it came a legacy you werenât sure you had the strength to bare on your back. The new number nine, born and raised in Norway but made into the player you are now in Germany.
Here you were, after five years playing for Frankfurt, where you had grown accustomed to a comfortable routine with familiar faces and the same surroundings for so long, now in a new country that held so many unknowns. For someone with so many disadvantages ever present in their life, living in three different countries is a pretty impressive achievement.
Please, let it all be worth it.
After a few frustrating years in the Frauen-Bundesliga, you had signed for the best team in Europe and, arguably, the rest of the world too. Frankfurt had been a beautiful experience, one that had changed your life, but as a result of many, many long discussions with family and friends and psychologists, you had come to the terrifying realisation that it was time for a new challenge.
Why was that absolutely petrifying? Because you and life changes did not get along. Even after 26 years of living, it just wasnât meant to be. But, such is life, and chances had to be taken.
You'd always be thankful for Frankfurt. Moving to play there was the first time you took such a huge leap of faith, and it had worked out well, eventually. In your eyes, the first season there was a disaster, but your mother would say it was the proudest year of her life. It had been difficult for her to see at times just how much you struggled at points, sure, but you made it to the light at the end of the tunnel and, by the end of it, you were a completely different person in the most incredible way possible. From then on, you continued to grow.
Yet, that was the thing with the German side. When you joined, they were a club with a legacy most teams would envy, but they never amounted to anything more during your time there. You fell in love with the staff, your teammates, and just about everything else during your time there. The only problem, which was pretty damn big in the grand scheme of things, was that you fell out of love with the football you were playing.
You were able to grow and survive at Frankfurt. You wanted to flourish and thrive at Barcelona.
Except, in comparison to the average human, there were a lot more obstacles ahead that could prevent you from accomplishing that aspiration. Over your life, you had overcome many bumps in the road, some leaving a harsh imprint on your self-worth and others hardly affecting you. For example, talking to the girl you were roomed with at 16 at the Norway Football Team camp had turned out to be one of the best things you could have done. Yet, in the same breath, playing for the national team had left you in a broken state, and as a result, you haven't played for them in a few years.Â
The back and forth travel was too much, and opting out of playing for Norway, as much as it broke your heart that you werenât strong enough to represent your country on the international stage, it allowed you to rest and recuperate so that you were at the top of your game for your club. Did you dream of wearing your countryâs crest one day? Yes, all footballers did. But you werenât in a place to do that, and youâre not sure you ever will be again.
Signing for Barcelona could be life-changing, but it could also be world-shattering in the worst way imaginable. This was a pretty sizable leap of faith, and the only way that faith could form into something incredible is if you made that happen. You, no one else. That thought filled you with both determination and crushing anxiety. This just could not be another failed attempt. There was no way you could come back.
Ultimately, it would have been downright psychopathic to turn down such an amazing offer from Barcelona. Two years playing for a club that's won three of the last four Champion's League finals? A team that had just completed the quadruple for the first time in their history? Yeah, nonsensical.
However, like always, there were a number of doubts that spiralled from those incredible stats. Did they need you? If they had a mostly flawless season, did they really need a 26 year old woman whose mind hardly functioned like every other person? Did they really need someone who couldn't even play for the national team anymore because they were too overwhelmed with their life? Did they need someone who needed their hand held through every life event, big or small? Did they-
âHey, you ready?âÂ
That voice had some kind of magic to it. It was like clock-work, this always happened when she was around; that voice in your head consuming you with unwanted thoughts was erased as soon as you tore your eyes away from the doors and looked at the woman beside you.Â
Ingrid. The one person that had single-handedly convinced you to come here. To Barcelona, playing in a hot country, with people you donât know, speaking a language you canât understand- oh my God, what have you done?!
âI⊠god, I donât know.â You breathed out in a whisper, hardly intelligible.Â
The world around you honed in on this one moment here, the peak of your career so far. Apart from Ingrid and the doors to the building and what was in store behind them, there was nothing else that could grasp your attention. There could be a blazing fire behind your car, a lion running full speed towards your car door, or a thief in the back seat for all you knew. Nothing else mattered. The two sides of your mind, the devil and angel on your shoulders were battling it out again, as they always were, whilst your hands fidgeted anxiously in your lap.
âYou have to go in at some point, snuppa. You canât stay in the car forever.â Ingrid softly reminded you, moving to take hold of your hand to comfort your stimming. âIt will be a really good day, I promise. My years here so far have been the best of my life, everyone is so nice and welcoming. I never thought I could enjoy training as much as I do now. You will be fine, I have no doubts.â
âIâm not sure about that one.â You laughed nervously, eyes back on the building before you, now slightly glazed over and blurred.Â
âI am certain about everything I just said.â Ingrid stated definitively, squeezing your hand. âPlus, not everyone in there are complete strangers. You have me, Mapi, you know Caro and youâve met Jonatan and some other staff members. You know Loren, the team psychologist who you can go see any time you want. Weâll get you past this part of today, and then you have the whole afternoon to do whatever youâd like.â
You nodded at her words, desperately trying to remind yourself of them over and over so that they stick, and you can get through those damn doors.Â
âYou know how much easier my life would be if I knew how everything was going to play out?â You blurted out a moment later, Ingrid smiling in amusement. âIt would be a breeze, Ingrid.â
âIt would also make your life very boring, min skatt.â
âFor you, it would be. For me, I'd live freely.â
Ingrid just laughed and shook her head, squeezing your hand once more before looking at the time on her watch.
âCome on. We have to do this one way or another, and I'm not letting you go in on your own. You want to make me late to training?â She teased, targeting your weak spot. Evil.
âThat's cruel, Ingrid. So cruel.â You rolled your eyes but nevertheless stepped out of the car once you'd turned it off.
You didn't make it far though. Once you had gotten your kit bag from the boot of the car, you closed it and froze. Eyes unmoving from the daunting building in front of you.
âWould you like some company after training? We can stay at home, or go out for food, or do anything you'd like.â Ingrid offered, snapping you out of your anxious trance.
Even after⊠god, ten years now, you were still sometimes left dumb-founded by how well Ingrid knew you. A lot of the time, you yourself are in the dark about what you need, but your fellow Norwegian just gets it, even when you don't. It's pretty safe to say that your life, your whole career, would look a hell of a lot different if you had never met Ingrid.
If you put her characteristics into a different section when it comes to your favourite things about her, the thing you love most about the defender beside you is how she treats you. Sure, the majority of people treated you with respect and kindness, but the defender's love and care was on a whole other level. Like in this scenario now, when she knows you're too overwhelmed by the situation that confronts you to be able to think clearly. But here she is, giving you clear and thought-out options that off-kilt the tunnel vision you have on this one miniscule event, and now gives you something to look forward to.Â
It reminds you that the world won't end if this training session doesn't go how you want it to, that life goes on afterwards. It makes the road clearer, the journey easier, and allows solace to be found in a down-right terrifying moment.
The funny thing is, however, is that your new home is actually Ingrid's home. No, you weren't living with her, but you were indeed staying in her apartment. She basically lived at Mapi's apartment anyway, so the second she caught wind of your transfer, she immediately offered her disregarded apartment up to you. It was a huge item checked off the âthings that need doing after uprooting your entire settled, content, perfectly routine lifeâ to-do list, but you couldn't quite relish in the relief yet.
That's because, though it went unsaid, another factor of Ingrid's offer of letting you stay was so that, if all went wrong and you couldn't make a life for yourself in Barcelona, there was no tenancy to rip up and ultimately it would be a lot less hassle than if you had rented an entirely new place. Ingrid's excuse of not changing your name on the tenancy for now was so that you could settle in with as little stress as possible, but you knew the underlying meaning. Basically, it was a giant get out of jail free card.
âI think I would like that a lot, actually. Thanks.â You said to the taller girl next to you, whose arm had come to wrap around your shoulders.
âPerfect! MarĂa has some things to do but I'm free all afternoon, so we can figure something out. For now though, we have to train.âÂ
Taking in a deep breath, you nodded once more.
âThat's all it is. Just training.â You told yourself, physically shaking the anxiety off of your chest and marching forwards. You got as far as those damn doors before you froze on the spot again. âFuck, this is so scary.â
âI know it is.â Ingrid sympathised, rubbing a hand up and down your back. âWe've got this though. It's just training, right?âÂ
âIt's just training. And a few introductions. And about a million new people.â You sighed. âWill you stick with me the whole time?â
âLike glue, sĂžster.â Ingrid said firmly, placing a kiss on your forehead. âLet's go.â
And just like that, you did walk into the building with your head held high, disregarding the burdening nerves and replacing them with a deep-rooted determination to prove you are worth it. Maybe your teammates would think otherwise if they knew the secret you were keeping from them, but for now, you would put up a front and act just like them. Your best bet at succeeding here is to fit in, and that's what you'll do.Â
Ingrid wasn't impressed with this tactic of yours, not in the slightest. Jonatan and other senior staff members knew about you, Loren the psychologist knew about you, and Mapi knew. Besides that, everyone else was in the dark. There was only so long Ingrid could last before she had to tell someone at least, like Alexia or Irene or Marta, because she wanted the best for you and the best couldn't be given if your needs weren't catered for.
Like now, as she watched your whole face change in a split second as the mask came down so fast that, had she blinked a second later, she would have missed it entirely. The tension to the way you held your shoulders was all the evidence she needed that your whole nervous system was wracked with dread, and though she should expect it by now, it didn't stop the jab of sympathy she felt for you.
Of course she knew how difficult this would be for you, she just had really high hopes. Sometimes, even after all these years, it slipped her mind how much you still struggled with things. You'd gotten a lot better at dealing with various different circumstances and that mere fact could bring tears to her eyes if she thought about how far you had come, but moments like these were a snap back to the reality you still lived.
You lived so beautifully, you were so strong now, that your struggles were hardly visible anymore. Yet, when one knows a person for so long, they come to learn the signs. Ingrid knew you like the back of her hand. It still amazed her how quick you put the mask back up, normally being so care-free and light around her. But here, outside of the room everyone was due to meet in for the morning, a feigned smile on your face and a falsity to your posture signified all that Ingrid needed to know.
Even despite your dawdling in the car park, you and Ingrid were some of the first to arrive at the meeting, only a handful of unfamiliar faces scattered around the room. Jonatan looked up at the door upon your arrival and his face lit up, immediately dropping what he was doing to come and greet you with a beaming smile. He offers a gentle handshake, also being sure to speak in clear English so that your mind wasnât overloaded more than it already was. All of it was reassuring, especially as he kept you off to the side as the room slowly began to fill up, before guiding you to the last chair on the front row beside Ingrid so that the meeting could start. Thankfully, to your relief, he gave you a short introduction to the rest of the squad, you only briefly turning and giving the room a general wave before allowing Jonatan to move onto more pressing matters.
From then on, you were rushed off your feet with introductions and training, all of which werenât half as bad as youâd expected. During the short walk from the meeting to the changing room, a few others came along to properly greet you, all whilst Ingrid stayed close to your side. Mapi had also come bounding along after you the second you left the first room, Ingrid wincing at the excitement her girlfriend met you with but instantly that worry was erased as soon as you turned to Mapi with a matching overjoyed smile.Â
By the time you actually got onto the pitch, you had spoken to almost all of the team already. And like Ingrid said, they were just as amazing as you had hoped they would be. Every single one, in their own ways, welcomed you to the team and made small talk with you for a few moments before letting whoever next came by to have their own chance at greeting you. But, it wasnât until you were about to join in with the warm-up that the person youâd been most nervous about meeting came along.
Your new captain, Alexia. The powerhouse of the Barcelona team, the one you had to leave the best impression on.
A few days prior, amidst a conversation in the corner of Ingridâs favourite cafe, you had sheepishly demanded that she give you a run-down of each and every single member of the team. There had been Ona, who Ingrid described as a lightning fast defender whose jestful clapbacks were even quicker than her sprint bursts on the pitch. Then Cata, the new number one goalkeeper whose cheek was sometimes too much for even the younger members of the team. Jana, a surefire future talent who was often found beside her quieter, more reserved but equally talented counterpart, Bruna. Patri and Pina were much the same, as were Vicky and Salma. Ingrid gave you a short but detailed profile of all of them, leaving the most important for last. Alexia, who initially came across as slightly cold due to the stoic, focused expression she usually wore. But, to her teammates and those closest to her, she was a world class leader, an even better player, and most importantly, a defiantly caring person with a personality that had more sides than a kaleidoscope.Â
Upon hearing the exit door slamming shut, you turned your attention to the direction of the sound, only to be met with her. Casually strolling over, squinting in the face of the sun, she came over to you with a⊠a smile on her face?
âHola! You must be the novota, nice to meet you.â She beamed, inviting you into a quick, polite hug before standing back. âHappy to be here?â
As always with new people, especially someone like the woman before you, you floundered internally for a moment, so many replies flitting around your mind with so little time to react.
âY-yeah! Really happy to be here, thank you, Alexia.â You landed on, and judging by her reaction, it was the right thing to say.Â
âGood, I am glad to hear that. Sorry I was not here for the meeting, youâve met everybody already, sĂ?â
âYes, Jonatan introduced me in the briefing.âÂ
âGood. Bueno, letâs get started. I am excited to be working with you.â The Spaniard smiled brightly once more, before gesturing loosely for the pair of you to join the rest of the group.
The rest of the day, as they say, is history.
It honestly went by in a blur, and if Ingrid was at all surprised by the way you literally fell into your bed when you arrived home, not surfacing from the newfound safe haven until about an hour later, she didnât show it. This was Ingrid after all, and every quirk of yours, new or old, still brought a smile to her face. Ten years later and she couldnât help but love you more each time she saw you.
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The first week goes a lot smoother than you could have dreamed of to be honest - itâs only the start of preseason after all. But, there is still plenty of time for cracks to show. It only takes two days for all your progress to tear at the seams.
On the first day of your second week, youâre walking into training on your own for the first time since you joined. Shouldnât be a big deal, right? Wrong! Big fucking deal actually, because now itâs like walking blind, heading straight for what feels like danger. Unguided, no one by your side, only joined by the weight of an elephant seated right on your heart.
With the help of Ingrid of course, who else, you had established somewhat of a routine that made the transition so much easier. But it wasnât quite clear until now, just how much easier it had made showing up to training everyday. Because, without your Norwegian counterpart who would be absent from training, you were left to show up all alone, and suddenly everything became ten times harder.Â
Ingrid was more than just your friend, she was the one constant in this new life you lived that was always present. Anything you needed, one glance from you in her direction and sheâd be with you in an instant. She, as stupid as it may seem, was the foundation of your routine, and now that she wasnât here, all the hard work youâd made to settle in seemed to crumble under your feet.Â
Three weeks of living in Barcelona, one week of training successfully completed, just for you to end up back at square one. And that meant you were trapped in your own body, limbs acting entirely on autopilot as your legs carried you over to those stupid doors that once again stood intimidatingly in front of you. Just like last week, except this time there was no one to coax you out of your shell, no one to mindlessly guide you over to one of the tables in the canteen, no one to walk you out onto the training pitch. You were all alone.
An unfortunate tactic hadnât left your habits after all these years: avoidance. What better way to deal with something, then to not deal with it all, right? Right?Â
Obviously, you couldnât miss the whole day, you still had commitments and expectations you needed to live up to. If there was one thing that you couldnât handle (apart from almost everything in this neurotypical world) it was letting people down, disappointing them.
So, if you opted out of breakfast for the day and beelined straight for the changing rooms instead, what business was it to anyone else? You were here, thatâs all they could ask for. The plan was to get dressed into your training kit as fast as physically possible, before heading out onto the pitch for some time alone before everyone else came along.Â
âŠExcept, just as you were lacing up your boots, hand trembling at an embarrassing intensity as you did so, the door opened prematurely. And, really, out of everyone, did it have to be her?
âOh. I did not expect anyone to be in here. Bon dia.â Alexia smiled at you, heading to her cubby just a few seats away from yours.
âBon dia.â You muttered sheepishly, keeping your head down and tying your laces at a wildly uncontrolled speed. If Alexia noticed, she didnât mention it. Thank god.
âI was just going to get some extra practice in, if you wanted to join me.â She offered, swapping her trainers for her boots since she was already in her training gear.
Great minds think alike..?
âYeah, I was going to do the same thing. Thanks.â
âAy, it's nothing. It's great that you're so hard working, youâre already fitting right in.â Sorry, could you say that again, or write it down even? âReady?â
âWhat? Oh- sorry, yes, Iâm ready.â You gave her a tight-lipped smile before slipping past where she stood in the doorway and heading towards the pitch.
âHow are you feeling about your time here so far?â The captain asked kindly, the beating sound of boots clicking against the floor echoing far too long in your ears.
âUm, good. Itâs an honour playing for this team, so.â You shrugged, offering an almost robotic, rehearsed answer.
âAnd what about how you actually feel? Not what youâre supposed to feel?â Alexia inquired lightly, an earnest and sympathetic look across her face. Slightly suspicious.
âWell⊠still good. Itâs just different, isnât it. Yeah.â You mumbled, cheeks flushing bright red as you crossed your arms tightly over your chest.
âOf course it is different. You were in Germany for five years, right?â You nodded affirmatively. âSo it is a big, big change. I havenât been anywhere else but here for twelve years, I cannot imagine adjusting to anywhere else.â
Oh, Ingrid. Seriously?
âIâm here though, I have to leave Germany behind.â You stated in a flat voice, honestly quite done with this topic but itâd be rude to voice so.
âIf that is how you want to think, then do it like that. You have transitioned very well, we are all impressed.â Alexia shrugged with a soft smile, punching in the code for the storage cupboard and opening it soon after. âGrab the footballs, I will get some tiny goals. The others can get the rest when theyâre done filling their faces.â
Thank god for that.
Alexia ended that conversation there, directing her focus on training from that moment on, much to your relief. All that you learnt from this day was that you needed to have a conversation with Ingrid. Your sixth sense was strong, even if to others it seemed like Alexia was just being an averagely kind person, you just knew.Â
The good thing was, you couldnât quite call that day a disaster. In the end, you got through it, even squeezing in a few jokes and laughs here and there throughout the day.
Itâs the next day that the first incident occurred. It happened like this; Ingrid isnât in again, you learn sheâs got some kind of stomach virus, so you turn up once more on your own. This time, it wasnât quite so scary, but like yesterday you skipped breakfast again. And just like yesterday, Alexia met you in the changing rooms to do some early practice again. Except, there was one fatal flaw to your routine this day. It came back and bit you in the ass pretty harshly.
âAle, what are you doing after this?â Mapi wondered from your right as she stood up after Jona had ended training for the day.
âEh, nothing.â She shrugged, going to ask you the same thing as she reached her hands out to help you up.
For all you knew, the Spanish pair you were sandwiched between could be speaking absolute gibberish, nothing was registering. As soon as you stood up, everything went hazy. And then⊠your vision had gone, your body felt unbelievably heavy, and had it not been for Alexiaâs tight grip, youâd have fallen back there and then.
âHey!â Alexia called out in concern, feeling you go limp in her hold. âMapi, sheâs fainting!â
âWhat!?â Mapi cried, immediately falling to her knees as Alexia safely guided you to the floor.
âI donât know, she just collapsed!âÂ
Her voice dripped with worry as Mapi frantically looked around, only to find most people had headed inside already. Meanwhile, you were still awake, not totally out cold, but your eyes ached unbearably and youâd lost all control of your movements. Alexiaâs hands flitted over your body, looking for any obvious problems but she couldnât find any. She repeated your name over and over, only receiving somewhat of a whimper in reply.
âMapi, go find someone, now!â Alexia demanded, the defender instantly rising to her feet and heading for the door. The captain turned back to you, her hands gently coming up to cradle your face where you lay on your side. âHey, I need you to listen! Can you hear me?â
âMhm.â You whined, providing the woman before you with an ounce of relief.
âWhatâs wrong? You need to tell me so we can help you, cariño, you just fainted on us.â She said frantically, her wide eyes boring into yours when you opened them.
Identifying the problem, even in your state, was quite simple. It was a common problem, something you were well versed with, though you rarely ever let it get this bad.
âForgot to eat.â You mustered up your remaining strength, which really was very little, to answer her and quell her worries.
Thinking back to this moment in probably an hourâs time, youâd laugh at Alexiaâs face when you said those three words, because she looked utterly perplexed.
âYou forgot to eat?â Alexia repeated with a frown, but she couldnât dwell on it much longer because Mapi came running over with the medical team hot on her tails.
âIs she awake?â The brunette woman asked desperately, opting out of kneeling back beside you so as to not overcrowd you.
âYes, and she said she forgot to eat today?â Alexia looked up at her friend, refusing to shift out of the way and instead choosing to stick by your side.Â
âOh, that would explain it.â Mapi sighed in relief, only puzzling Alexia more. Was this⊠normal for you?
The medics fussed over you, asking you questions and ultimately overwhelming you way too much, something Mapi notices quickly.
âOye, basta, slow down. Her blood sugar is low, she needs something quickly. Get her an energy gel.â Mapi commanded them, now joining you by your head and smiling her bright smile down at you, combing back some of your hair. âHola preciosa, we'll get you back feeling better soon.â Just as she said that, a member of the medical staff pulled out one of the energy gels the team used for games. âCan you have this for me? It will make you feel better, I promise.â
With a nod, the people around you helped you to sit up as Mapi tore open the gel packet, with Alexia still almost frozen in confusion. The defender noticed, grinning in amusement and quickly flicking her ear to bring her back down to earth.
âAh! What's that for?â Alexia winced, watching on as Mapi shook her head and handed you the gel pack.
Your hand trembled as you raised it to your mouth, hardly possessing the strength to squeeze it enough to get anything out of it, but just as Mapi went to help you, Alexia got there first.
âItâs okay, here.â She does it for you, one hand on the packet and the other on your elbow that shakes under her hold. She seemed to be grounded now, knowing that it isn't the right moment to be wrapped up in her own thoughts when you're here in front of her, needing security and comfort whilst it takes a couple minutes to come back to yourself. âEasy with it. You'll feel better soon.â
And you did, literally no less than two minutes after having the energy gel, your nausea and dizziness and whatnot near enough disappeared. Though, your physical symptoms gave way for a barrage of anxiety, because this situation would consequently lead to an unwanted and challenging (but most likely necessary) conversation with Jonatan and the rest of the staff. They had also seen you, on the floor, near enough passed out, as a result of your own actions. You could only imagine the things they were thinking right now, and that unknown was scarier than the actual situation that had occurred beforehand.
âFeeling good now. Thanks everyone.â You said shyly, rising to your feet and avoiding everyone's gaze.
âYou sure?â Alexia checked, giving you a look that tells you that you shouldn't even try to bullshit her.
âWell, a little bit⊠woozy, I guess. But much better than before, I swear.â You nodded, hating the feeling of everyoneâs eyes on you.Â
âLetâs go inside, Iâll ask the catering staff to make up some food for you, if you want?â Mapi offered as her hand hovers against your back, not touching but guiding you back inside the main building.
âOkay.â You shrugged.
Meanwhile Alexia trailed behind, trying to figure out how, as captain, she could help this situation. Itâs in her best interest to care for her team, and given what she had learnt, it was now clear that there was a lot more she could do than sit back and watch. She didnât want to come across as overbearing, something Ingrid had warned her about, but she realised it was time to step in.
âWhy donât we go to one of the office rooms rather than the canteen?â She suggested just as Mapi went to open the door heading into said room. The defender should have thought of that sooner, but sheâs glad her friend mentioned it, realising itâs most definitely the better option right now for you.Â
You were taken to an empty office, followed into the room by Alexia and Mapi and some of the physios, and if they werenât overcrowding you outside, they definitely were now. In all honesty, as much as you were grateful for their care, you wanted to burrow under your duvet in bed at home and not surface for probably about a week. You wanted to grab a tray of cookies, eat them whilst seated on the edge of your bed so you didnât get crumbs everywhere, and crawl under the sheets safe in the darkness of the four walls you had struggled to leave the past two days.
But no, you were here, stuck in a reality that in no way felt real at all. What were you doing here? Sat at a round table, surrounded by medical staff chatting between themselves, not really bothered about your blip anymore, whilst two of Spainâs greatest players stand off to the side, both pairs of eyes trained solely on you.
You, a no-name off the back of an unsuccessful run in Germany that had just collapsed after training. Them, Championâs League winners and well-established in the sport for years already, and decades to come.
âPreciosa?â Mapi appeared beside you suddenly, speaking softly as her hand fell on your shoulder. âIs it okay if I leave now? Ingrid is still sick at home, I promised I would get back to her as fast as I could. If you need me to stay, I can. They wonât keep you here for much longer, theyâre just making sure you eat before you get back home.â
She should be with Ingrid, her girlfriend who is much worse off at home. Not with you, who simply made a foolish mistake and was now wasting everyoneâs time.
âGo home.â You told her as your own hands squeezed anxiously at your upper arms where they sat crossed on the table.
âOkay.â Mapi smiled pitifully down at you, giving you a light forehead kiss before backing off. She pulled Alexia to the side, giving her a warning glare. âLook after her, for me and for Ingrid. Protect her, too. Donât let them overwhelm her, she just wants to get home.â
âSĂ. Of course.â Alexia replied firmly, a solid look in her eyes that Mapi knew to trust immediately.Â
The defender slipped out of the room with no further fuss, leaving you alone with Alexia and the medical staff. Not for long, though.
âGuys, could you give us a moment? And can someone go collect her food from the canteen, please.âÂ
They nodded and stepped out of the room, Alexia closing the door softly behind them. She turned back to you, watching as you kept your head down and focused on the shapes you traced on the wood of the table. Your shoulders were visibly tense, so uptight theyâre basically touching your ears, and she noticed just how intensely your leg was bouncing up and down.
âDo you need anyth-â
âDid Ingrid tell you?â You asked bluntly, gulping back the lump in your throat that really had no place making itself known at this moment - now was not the time for a meltdown. Save it for later, in the safety of your flat.
Alexia blew out a breath, coming over to perch on the edge of the desk a few seats away from you.
âIf youâre talking about what I think you are, then⊠yes. She did tell me.â She answered cautiously, trying to gauge your reaction but you didnât give her much, just a single nod. âShe did it with the best intentions though. It wasnât to⊠purposely go behind your back. She just wants the best for you, and the more people that know, the more support you can have here.â
âI guess.â You murmured under your breath, clearing your throat after and moving to rest your chin atop your arms.
âWhy⊠why didnât you want anybody to know?â The midfielder wondered in a soft tone, trying hard not to scare you off or go over the top. If she wants to help you and understand you, which she desperately does, this is the pathway she has to, albeit reluctantly, go down.
âWanted people to get to know me, not a label.â You frowned, hastily wiping the tear that slips out with the frustration slowly bubbling inside of you. âDidnât want to be a problem for anyone. Wanted to fit in.â
Just like that, it all clicked for Alexia.
The feigned smiles, sometimes forced laughter, the troubled look on your face whenever you thought you were alone, all of it adds up. You had repressed parts of you so that things went as smooth sailing as possible, so that people didnât think any differently of you or immediately feel drawn away like they often did. The biggest part of you, what makes you you, is the one thing you didnât want people to see, out of nothing but complete and all-consuming fear. And Alexia would be damned if she let you go on like this.
âCan I take a seat next to you?â She said quietly, a hint of a smile on her face when you nodded again. She did exactly that; without making too much noise in the still room, she pulled up the chair next to you and sat down, her eyes raking up and down your face.
âIf I told you that I donât think any differently of you at all, would you believe me?â She began with.Â
You just shrugged dismissively, not having moved a single muscle in the past few minutes apart from breathing and blinking. If you donât move, if you donât draw attention to yourself, perhaps this whole thing will disappear. A girl can dream.
âBecause I donât, cariño. I really donât. You are not a problem for any of us at all. You face different struggles than us, but nobody thinks of you as anything less than a great player and an even better person. We are all glad you are here. I and others on the team will face different struggles than you, and I can bet you would never think any differently of us. Am I right?âÂ
Her words break through the defensive wall youâd put up to protect yourself from anything else around you. A common feature of the start of your meltdowns, except itâs quite possible that your captain had just stopped it from going any further.
Hesitantly, you sat up from your slouched position and wiped tiredly at your face.
âNo, I would never.â You told her, slumping back against your chair and fiddling with the drawstring on your shorts.
âExactly. You donât need to worry about any of that at all, I promise. You are one of us now. A culer. We will take care of you.â She smiled brightly, you can hear it in her voice. So for the first time since youâd entered the room, you turned to look at her, only to find her eyes were filled with earnesty and kindness. And⊠perhaps for the first time since youâd arrived in Barcelona, you truly did feel like you belong here. Like you could make a life for yourself here, against all odds.
âThanks.â You sniffled, feeling the remnants of your outburst fade away, only to leave overwhelming exhaustion in its wake.
âItâs okay. You can come to me anytime for anything. There will always be someone here for you to talk to, and Iâll be the first to fight for you if thatâs ever necessary.â Now, you were actually smiling. A genuine one, too.
âI think Ingrid might beat you to it, actually.â You teased her, watching as she grins.
âYouâre probably right.â She chuckled, before pausing. You already knew what she was about to say before she opened her mouth. Neurotypicals are just way too predictable. âHow did you know Ingrid told me?â
âYou can just tell when someone knows. They treat you differently.â Alexia frowned anxiously at that.
âI didnât⊠did I treat you differently?â She questioned, along with a poor attempt at disguising the undertones of fear in her voice.
âYou havenât, not really, but⊠I donât know, I can just tell instantly. Itâs hard to explain. You havenât treated me differently, but I could tell you knew compared to when you didnât know. The look on your face too. But thank you for⊠just everything so far. You have helped a lot, so.â You shrugged. She smiled, a little in relief, but nodded nevertheless.
âYou donât need to thank me. Now, can I ask some more about what happened today? You said you forgot to eat?âÂ
âYeah. Itâs just because my routine was messed up, thatâs all. Yesterday morning I ate before training because Ingrid had baked me some pastries, but today I had none left and then genuinely forgot. It happens sometimes, itâs just part of it.â
âPart of what?â
âAutism.â Duh.
âOh. I did not know that.â Alexia stated simply.Â
âYeah, well, most people donât.â You told her. Alexia nodded understandingly, a plan of action already formed in her mind.
âIâm sure you already know this, as an athlete, but itâs important for your safety that this doesnât happen again. So I have a solution in mind that could help.â You hummed to tell her to continue. âI can ask either the catering staff here, or find a private chef, to start meal prepping for you. We can organise it on the clubâs behalf so that you donât have to pay anything. I will go with you, or for you if youâd like, to Jonatan and help sort it out for you. You can meet with a nutritionist to figure out what food you need and tell them what you do and donât like, we can sort it all out for you. It wouldnât be a problem.âÂ
Oh. Youâd never thought about that before.Â
âI guess that could work.â You decided after a few moments of consideration.Â
That would actually be a really helpful solution. Certainly one less thing to worry about, and it could add a secure layer to your routine. An important one too.
âWould you be okay with that?â Alexia wondered, smiling when you nodded. âGood. Leave it to me, I will get it sorted for you.âÂ
She paused again, clearly hesitant about something. You raised an eyebrow at her, trying to coax it out of her with a look, but you couldnât help the amused smile on your face at the sudden, faint blush that landed on her cheeks.
âWhat is it?âÂ
âUh⊠there is no way to ask this without coming across as⊠very forward, to say the least.â She started, shaking her head at her own ridiculousness. âMay I get your number? For captainâs reasons, of course.â
âRight.â You smirked, watching as she shakes her head, this time at your teasing, and grabs a pen from the stationary pot in the centre of the table. âAnd what shall I write it on?â
âWell⊠just use my hand, I guess.â She suggested, offering the back of her hand out for you. You grinned and gently took hold of it, jotting down your number for her.Â
âThere you go, Capi.â You smiled, clicking the pen and putting it back.
Not long after that, one of the staff members came in with the food Alexia and Mapi had organised for you. So, leaving your captain with a promise that you'll eat it the second you walked through your apartment door, you went home. It was a great meal, and if it'd be the catering staff at Barcelona that would do your meal prep, well, it'd be a great deal.
That night went just like the others; you relaxed for some time to decompress after training, until you eventually started feeling somewhat human again, and arose from bed to do one of any of your hobbies that you felt like doing that night. Reading, watching movies, drawing and painting, listening to music, or any others that pique your interest that night.Â
On some occasions, you'll be so mentally exhausted from your day that none of them seem at all appealing, and it takes a lengthy period of time to feel yourself again. An hour, the rest of the evening, or sometimes even the whole week. After especially hard times, it could take weeks. Fortunately you hadn't been through such events in years, but the fear of falling into that hole ever again was always present in the back of your mind.
The thing about having this disorder is that some things never change. Most things never change. You learn to cope, you can heal from past experiences, but in the grand scheme of it all, things never change. Certain events, people, even words can still be triggers. No amount of therapy or coping mechanisms or whatever, can help. You were born this way, and you would die this way.Â
You would live a life and still struggle with even the most mundane things. Washing dishes was a no-go, the sensory issues were way too intense for that one. A day without showering first thing in the morning was automatically a write off. Bad performances in matches could still lead to a meltdown on certain days. One wrong look from someone can send you spiralling.
Autism was a blessing and a curse. It made you who you are; you have no idea who you would be without it. Yet, at the same time, it could debilitate you to such extreme degrees that⊠at night, when you were alone under the disguise of darkness, you can't help but wonder what you could have done with your life had you not been born with this burden.
And with the day you'd had already, well, the only way you'd learnt to get over these things were to move on from them. That's what you had to do. If you become too concentrated on them, analysed every detail that went wrong, thought about every opinion those who witnessed it could hold, you'd suffer for it more than you needed to.
You couldn't move on if others couldn't move on though.
Unknown: Did you get home safe?
There was most likely only one person it could be, but where's the fun in that?
You: Depends who I'm talking toâŠ
Alexia: It's Alexia??
Too easy.
You: I knew it was you, dumbass. Yes I got home safe, thank you. Food was great too :)
Although, when a few minutes went by after that last text, the doubts came flooding in. Did you take it too far with her? It was a bit ballsy to say that, she's just checking in on you. Captain duties.
Then again, who was it calling you?
âHello?â You frowned, and this was another instance where you're cursing yourself, because why was your heart racing and cheeks burning at one random phone call?
âDumbass, huh?â Came a smug voice, and then your heart was racing for another, more light-hearted reason.
âYeah, sorry about that⊠apparently I'm a bit of a keyboard warrior.â You blushed sheepishly, relieved beyond belief when the woman down the line laughed.
âDon't worry about it. You're feeling okay now, sĂ?âÂ
âYes, fine. You know, I didn't plan for today to happen. It just did.â You mumbled, still embarrassed by it all.
âI know, no one blames you for it. I just wanted to check in with you.âÂ
âI'm good, thanks. I've only ever had that happen like once before, I guess training on an empty stomach isn't the greatest idea in the world.â You joked lightly, Alexia humming in agreement.
âHow does it happen? You said your routine was messed up, how did that lead to you forgetting?â
âIt's a long story.â You sighed, but Alexia doesn't care.
âI have a free evening.â She said simply. This woman.
âWell⊠every training session so far, Ingrid has met me in the morning at my apartment beforehand so we can travel in together. She normally checks in with me, asks how I'm feeling and if I've eaten and whatnot. But she was ill, which I obviously don't blame her for, by the way. So not having her with me these past two days has terrified me quite a bit. She's basically the thing that holds my whole morning routine together. I guess, because she wasn't there, everything just flew out the window.â You explained, but things still weren't quite adding up in Alexiaâs mind.
âSo how does that relate to you forgetting to eat? Do you not get hungry?â
âNot like normal people do. One of the things with autism is that⊠we're not really in tune with our bodies? Like, I don't often get hungry or thirsty, I have to force myself to remember to eat and drink. And when I don't, I only realise I haven't done either of the two when I start feeling ill, like today. But food and drink feel like a chore, which is another reason I forget too. It's different when it comes to football though, being an athlete has taught me to be in tune with my body in terms of injuries, but not for anything else. It's weird.âÂ
âWow, I never knew that before. That's interesting.â She commented. She's got a lot to learn.
âI prefer⊠inconvenient.â You said with a shy smile, glad to hear Alexia chuckle at that.
Unexpectedly, for quite some time after that, the pair of you just⊠talked. A lot. Like, for an hour. About everything - from what pastries Ingrid baked you, to a few more facts about yourself and your ASD, and everything in between.Â
It's unnervingly natural. Fun too, but also a little odd. Is she doing it out of pity, or..?
âI almost forgot the other reason I called you.â She said out of nowhere, the smile on her face audible once again. âWe have our pre-season dinner this Friday, the whole team is going. You should come.â
A dinner? At a restaurant? Oh god.
âOh, I⊠it sounds good, but I donât know, I-â
âHey, why not?â She questioned gently.
âJust, theyâre not really my scene.â
In a split second, Alexia attempted to think back on all she knew about anxiety to combine it with the very little information she knew about autism, hoping the two overlapped somewhat. Luckily for her, they do.
âThe club rents out the restaurant so itâll just be the team and a few senior staff members. It shouldnât be too loud. Itâs more like a celebratory dinner before the season starts, so there's no partying or anything like that at all. I really hope you come, but I understand if not. Thereâs no pressure.â
Damn you, Alexia.
âOkay. Okay, I'll go.â
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Normal order resumed for the rest of the week; Ingrid recovered from her short 48-hour bug and returned to training like she hadn't even had a day off. Her being back also meant your mind was a hell of a lot more at ease, even if Alexia had offered to see you every morning.Â
There was one other thing you were blessed with: obliviousness. Because, during the car ride to training the day after your phone call with the captain, the smirk that Mapi greeted you with in the rearview mirror after you tell her what happened once she headed home, is definitely not confusing at all. Definitely not.
That smirk made a comeback far sooner than you'd like.Â
âSay that again?â Mapi asked with a squint to her eyes, forcing down the laughter she so desperately wants to let out.
âAlexia is driving me to the team dinner.â You repeated the sentence you'd just said for her, looking to Ingrid for help. âIngrid, tell her to behave please.â
âMarĂa, come on. Alexia is just doing her a favour, you know she's not a fan of driving.â Ingrid said whilst nudging her girlfriend, though secretly she's hiding some intense excitement levels under her very good poker-face.
âExactly! Screw you, Mapi.â You sighed dramatically, turning back to the mirror as you put your earrings in.
âSo you're sure you don't need us to drive you there?â Mapi asked suspiciously, and there was that stupid smirk again.Â
âUgh, yes! I am making friends, you should be happy!â You groaned, fixing the shorter defender with a dagger-like glare in the reflection.
âMore than fr-â
âOkay! Are you ready, snuppa? When is Alexia coming?â Ingrid interjected, discreetly stomping on her girlfriend's foot.
âShe's on her way, she'll be here any minute now.â You answered after checking your phone. âYou know, I can't rely on you guys forever like you're my parents or something. I love you, but I don't love you that much. And I'm sure you feel the same.â
âNo!â Ingrid cried out in a way that's entirely too theatrical. She came over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. âI do love you that much, it's MarĂa you need to worry about.â
âI do worry about her sometimes. You should too, Ingrid.â You murmured, Ingrid humming in agreement as you watched her Spanish counterpart⊠busy herself in your fridge?
âMarĂa, out of there! We are literally going for dinner right now!â
âIngrid, princesa, you need to work on your English- we're not at dinner âright nowâ, that is why I am in the fridge.âÂ
âGuys! Alexia is here, let's go. I'll see you at the restaurant.â You kissed Ingridâs cheek and flicked Mapiâs forehead as you ushered them out the door, locking it behind you and making your way down to the ground floor.
Alexia was there, waiting for you whilst leaning against her car, and a smile tugged at her lips the second she saw you. You heard some commotion behind you, most likely Mapi being scolded by Ingrid, but you shut it out as you headed over to the midfielder, fighting back a ridiculously cheesy grin.
She greeted you the same way she did on the first day she met you - enveloping you in a warm hug that really shouldnât be as comforting as it was. Not a big deal. Regardless, you both clambered into the car and made your way to the restaurant.
Thankfully, the evening went surprisingly well. It was a very low-key evening, just like Alexia said. In fact, you might even go as far as to say you enjoyed it, thatâs a welcome revelation. And it seems you werenât the only one that had discovered something new.
âCan I ask you something?â Alexia said on the drive back to your apartment.
âSounds like thereâs no stopping you.â You replied, smiling when she teasingly rolled her eyes.
âAt dinner, when Patri asked why you donât drink, you said âlong story short, I donât like itâ so I was just wondering what you meant by that?â Alexia asked, before almost immediately regretting it. âI mean, you donât have to answer, itâs your business, but⊠if thereâs anything we should be mindful about, then let me know.â
Who needed alcohol when you had a tendency to lose your inhibitions whenever you got too exhausted?
âNo, not really any problems. I donât have any issues with people drinking around me, I just have a bit of a history with it but itâs nothing big. Itâs fine.â You shrugged, trying to keep your eyes open as the streets of Barcelona passed by your window.Â
âWhat⊠what happened?â Alexia pressed gently.
âWell, when I was about seventeen, I started going through a really hard time. I had just dropped out of school, Iâd had some trouble with friends, I was basically struggling quite badly. I started partying and drinking a lot, way more than I should have. Then I began to rely on it too much, just to get me through really basic stuff. It made me feel normal, it got rid of the voice in my head and it made me feel like a functioning person of society because it was what everybody else did. One day I decided it was best that I donât drink at all, and itâs easier to tell people I donât like it but actually Iâm just scared of drinking because of all it reminds me of. So, I avoid it.â You explained, rather nonchalantly.Â
The mental exhaustion was hitting hard that night, it was evident in the way you spoke. There was one explanation; dissociation. Dinners were not your favourite things in the world, they were a challenge to get through even when you were in the best company. Small talk, food, the sound of people eating, the scrapes of cutlery against ceramic, and the attention on some occasions being entirely on you? Yeah, a big no go. Which is why you were so tired, so distant, because your mind was in protection mode to keep you running until you got home.
Talking about your past was difficult, youâd come a long way and it felt counter-intuitive to talk about the bad times when youâd worked so hard to come to a good place. Yet, here you were, baring your soul about a topic you normally kept to yourself. You donât even feel at least a little bit anxious at the fact youâd just spilled that secret. Alexia takes all the concern you normally feel and keeps it for herself.
âIâm sorry you went through that, cariño. Thank you for telling me.â She smiled sadly over at you, an ache growing in her heart at your defeated demeanour where you sit in her passenger seat. âAre you feeling okay? You donât seem like yourself.â
âTired. So tired.â You sighed. Even just talking felt like a chore in that moment. âWanna get home, sâall.â
âOkay, weâre almost there now.â She said, âIâm proud of you for coming today. I know you werenât a fan of the idea initially but you came, and everybody was so glad that you did. I am really proud of you, and so are Ingrid and Mapi too.â
The woman to your left surprised you everyday with each act of kindness she was showing. She hardly knew you, she hardly knew of your struggles, but she was adamant to learn and show just how deeply she cared. You were beyond grateful for her and all sheâd said and done, even if you couldnât verbalise that just yet.
All you could do was offer a simple nod, almost entirely mute as a result of how utterly overstimulating the day had been. You had loved it, sure, but sometimes when days like today left you in such a dejected state that you could hardly talk, there were still times if you wondered if fighting for a somewhat normal life was worth it.Â
From then on, the rest of the drive home was silent. Alexia dropped you off, made sure you knew to contact her or Ingrid or whoever you felt comfortable speaking to should you need them, and that was that. You got inside, were barely able to get yourself changed, before passing out as soon as you got into bed.
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A few weeks went by and it was more of the same. After that dinner, the team really clamped down and focused on getting everybody ready for the start of the new season. Training at Barcelona was different to anything youâd ever experienced before; it was intense, but light-hearted. There was competition, but it was healthy, everybody egged each other on even if they wanted to win. Ingrid was right, you had never found training this enjoyable before. You had to put that down to the people though, if it wasnât for them then youâd never feel as comfortable as you do now.Â
There were blips, there were still obstacles, but apart from that time you fell ill after training , there hadnât really been any meltdown-inducing moments. Just a lot of burn-out and exhaustion, but you were near enough a pro at dealing with that now.Â
The environment was⊠perfect for you. And one factor of that outcome is definitely down to the help of the famous three you had near enough attached yourself to since your arrival.
But the main factor to how well you had settled in was down to you. At some point along the way, not that the exact date mattered or anything (at exactly 12:02 on Monday the 26th of August), you hit a milestone that you had never managed to reach before.Â
It was unplanned, but once the initial shock had worn off and the anxiety left, you teared up in the arms of Ingrid at the pride you felt towards yourself. Then Mapi joined in with the hug, and so did Alexia, then⊠so did the whole team too.Â
For the first time, you were honest with your team. For the first time, you told them that you had autism. And for the first time, you werenât suffocated by that prospect. When they all came together to hug you, it wasnât just a physical embrace, it was them fully accepting you even with this burden you held and championed every day of your life. Though, with the support of others, it was hard to think of it as a burden. The gravity of a secret this big had weighed you down for years, but⊠now, your chest had never felt so light.
They supported you when you arrived, but the extremes this Spanish team took didnât quite register until the week before the first game of the Liga F season. Fortunately for you, the first game of the season was at your new home of football, the Estadi Johan Cruyff. So, to help settle the rising nerves you were feeling as game day got closer, the club had organised a training session for you at the stadium a few days before. The more familiar you were with your surroundings, the less you had to worry about on the day. And, as everybody knew, the only thing you needed to worry about for your debut would be how well you did on the pitch.
What you didnât know though, was that every member of your team was waiting in the stands for you to walk out. And the second the sound of boots hitting the floor echoed from the tunnel through the empty stadium, Mapi was up on her feet to cheer and encouraged her teammates to do the same. The only person that hesitated was Ingrid, but when she saw the look on your face as your te- your friends outwardly rallied behind you so openly and so freely, she became the loudest one of them all. That was the perfect way to prepare for game day, you really couldnât have asked for a better group of people to work with everyday.
Were you jittery and wracked with nerves as you waited on the sidelines to be substituted in at the 70 minute mark? Yes, but the second you took your first step on the grass with the crowdâs applause as your welcome, you fixated on the game and everything else was just background noise.Â
From a young age, before you had even heard of the word autism, football had very obviously been your special interest, otherwise known as the one random topic out of everything in the world to take over your life.Â
You would spend hours in your backyard, kicking a ball against the side of your house, driving your family crazy. The walls of your bedroom were covered, corner to corner, in posters ranging from your favourite players, to clubs from all over the world. Christmases and birthdays as a kid were, to you, all about what from your presents you could add to your collection. Kits, boots, scarves, match-day programmes, magazines, even trading cards. Back at your childhood home in Norway, all these things were stored away in the attic, still items you cherished.Â
As you got older and life got a bit more difficult, football became your escape. School was exhausting, people were exhausting, but football was something you could do on your own. No one bothering you, no one expecting anything from you, it was a time you could forget the world and all its misdemeanours, and just relax. And honestly, thatâs all you planned for it to be. It was hard to imagine it being anything else than just a hobby.
All it took was one game to change the whole trajectory of your life. A game of girls against boys at your school at the age of only eleven, and the next day your sports teacher had gotten you a trial at the local academy. You passed it with flying colours, and flourished in the sport from there.
âŠUntil one random day when you were fourteen, your mother sat you down for a conversation you never could have expected. But once you'd had time to dwell on her words, everything made sense.Â
You had autism spectrum disorder.Â
It wasnât made official until the assessment process was over and you received your diagnosis, but that was the day it felt like your life had been irreversibly changed. Your view of the world changed with one conversation, and it was as if everything you thought you knew was wiped completely. Like you had been thrown into the ocean with no one and nothing around to help.Â
All the tantrums, the bad behaviour at home compared to being a model student at school, the fussy eating habits, and the endless list of out-of-the-norm habits you had - it added up to this one, new label. The tantrums became meltdowns, the reasoning behind your behavioural differences were from spending the whole day surrounded by people and masking to fit in which led to you being so overwhelmed and overstimulated, your mind went into overdrive and didnât know what to do. The fussy eating turned out to be sensory issues, with the textures and tastes of certain foods making you physically ill.
There was so much to learn that some days it felt like too big a challenge to tackle. Then there would be the days where you were up all night, the light of your family laptop kept hidden under the blanket you draped over yourself, as you researched this life-changing disorder until the sun rose.
Itâs funny, really, how quickly your life can change with just three words.
For years, you had been defeated by it, succumbing to the assumptions that you could never amount to anything more than the label forced upon you, but look at you now. Providing a world class through ball to the most recent Ballon DâOr recipient to tie off a 3-0 win in the first game of the season.
You had learnt at some point in the last twelve years that the only choice you had was to live with it. Make the most of it. This was your one life, you had to make it work. You were adamant to thrive for the others that couldnât, for the 1 in 13 women that didnât believe they were strong enough to fight back, and to prove to the world that this disorder didn't hold you back.
They wouldnât know that your mind could be your own worst enemy, or the self-deprecating thoughts you could have whilst your face gave away no hints, or that sometimes you didnât believe in yourself and the anxiety was so intense that you could be stuck in bed for days, even weeks, at a time. All they saw right now was your team, FC Barcelona, rushing over to celebrate you rather than the goal scorer because they knew what it meant to you. The world would only ever see your victories, because they had no business to strike you when you were already down. You were strong, you were worth it, and most importantly, you had done it. Youâd made it to the exact point you dreamed of. Thatâs all that mattered.
Unfortunately, it only takes one bad thing to set you down an unwanted path.
Part 2
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Jake Seresin x reader

Summary: A decade ago you were hurt by Jake Seresin. Now you have to work with him, and while you'd rather avoid any drama or rehashing of the past, Jake is determined to get you to forgive and accept him.
Notes/Warnings: this is just a little preview of the first part of this mini-series (likely three parts or so, if people are interested). Based on an idea from @tgmreader.
Words: 500
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Thereâs something about you, he thinks as you shake his hand. He doesnât know how to explain it, but with your touch thereâs an electric shock, a bolt of remembrance, a lingering memory that he canât quite grasp. Itâs with the offering of your name that his memories knock him upside the head.Â
Surely, this is a joke. You're playing him. You might not have seen one another since high school, but how can you pretend not to know him when his lips have been on yours? How can you pretend while he still remembers what the delicate skin of your neck tasted like? For a senseless second, he wonders if after ten years you still taste the same.Â
In fairness, he didnât recognize you. But how could he be expected to? Youâre not a teenager anymore. You blossomed in a way he didnât. Heâs always looked as he looks now. Heâs always had the perfectly styled hair and the muscles and the smirk, but youâŠyouâre something else.Â
Youâve lost your braces, tamed your hairâbut not too much. And good, he liked your hairâand your curves have finally filled out your clothes. You have a waist that would perfectly fit his hands.
He swallows, adamâs apple bobbing almost painfully as his eyes follow you making your way down the line of his team, shaking their hands as you shook his, smiling as brightly as you smiled at him. A pang of jealousy tells him he should get special treatment; a hug, a squeal of excitement at seeing him againâsomethingâbut he knows that is a ridiculous demand to make after what happened between you.Â
You likely hate him. Heâs spent a decade hating a piece of himself for what he did, too, and heâd be lying if he said he hadnât thought about where youâd both be if you never found out the kiss was a dare. You might have developed into more. When he kissed you, heâd thought: fuck his friends. Heâd kissed you and it felt good and he kept going and he didnât want to stop, and had you not been interrupted, he wouldn't have.
Thereâs been few since who have made him feel quite like that. A college girlfriend, a friend from early training, and you.
âI'm honored to be working with such a highly skilled team,â you say. You say some other things, stuff about studying their flying and calculations andâŠandâŠhe has no idea. He's too focused on your mouth as it forms the words. Pinkish lip gloss that he's willing to bet tastes like cherries, just like in school.
âWe're happy to have you,â Javy replies, tugging at Jake's attention.Â
He glances down the line. Everyone sports kind smiles and nods of approval, with the exception of Rooster, who looks like he just fell off a cliff into dreamland as he stares at you.Â
Jake's heart thuds. Unacceptable. Whatever that look is, it's got to go, because if you're anyone's girl here, you're his.
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A/N: Let me know if you want to read more of this. You don't have to, but it's my birthday, so as a present please tell me if you're genuinely interested. If you're not, no worries :)
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omg i saw your prompt list and I'm a sucker for oscar lately, so i thought 45 (God, I am so in love with you) with him? fluff please :)
i love your writing btw!
First Kiss - Oscar Piastri (requested)

Masterlist âłpairing: oscar piastri x female!reader âłword count: 0.8K âłsummary: In which Oscar wins the Azerbaijan GP & finally kisses you for the first time âłprompts used: 45 - "God, I am so in love with you"
Oscar had been in love with you for years, a secret heâd kept tucked away in the corners of his heart, afraid of what would happen if he ever let it out. Heâd watch you laugh, your eyes sparkling with a light that made everything else fade away, and heâd feel his chest tighten with the words he could never quite say.
Youâd been his best friend since forever, the person who knew him better than anyone else. Every victory, every defeatâyou were there, cheering him on or comforting him in the quiet moments when the world seemed too much. But as much as he cherished your friendship, he was terrified to risk it by confessing his feelings, convinced that you saw him as nothing more than a friend.
It was a thought that haunted him every time he caught you looking at him with that warm smile, every time your hand brushed against his, sending electric shocks through his body. He couldnât imagine a life without you in it, so he swallowed down his love, settling for being your best friend even if it meant his heart ached every time you were near.
But everything changed the morning of the Baku race. He was in the paddock, nerves buzzing under his skin as he tried to focus on the upcoming race, terribly failing as he catched himself staring at you once again. But then Lando came up to him with a knowing smile.
âYou know sheâs in love with you too, right?â Lando said casually, as if he hadnât just dropped a bombshell on him.
Oscar blinked, his brain struggling to process the words. âWhat?â
âYeah,â he continued, oblivious to the way his heart was suddenly racing. âSheâs been head over heels for you for ages. Honestly, itâs kind of obvious. I thought you knew.â
He stood there, stunned, his mind spinning as everything he thought he knew shifted. You were in love with him? All those moments heâd dismissed as wishful thinking, the lingering touches, the way you looked at himâhad he been blind to it all?
"Are you sure?" Oscar asked, completely dumbfounded. Afraid that Lando might got the wrong signals, that it wasn't what he thought it was.
"Couldn't be more sure" Lando smiled at him, patting his shoulder "Mate, she legit told me, 'I wonder if Oscar has any idea how crazy I am about him.' That clear enough for you?" he chuckled, mocking your love sick tone "Didn't wan't to be the one to spill the beans, but I'm pretty sure the both of you otherwise would have been too shy too ever confess to each other"
His heart soared, hope blossoming in his chest, but there was no time to process it. The call for the race was going out, and he had to get to the grid. He barely remembered the moments that followed, his body moving on autopilot as he climbed into the car, his mind consumed by thoughts of you.
And when he crossed the finish line, his first instinct wasnât to celebrate the victoryâit was to find you, to tell you everything heâd been holding back for so long. Because now he knew. And he wasnât going to let another moment slip by without you knowing, too.
He glanced around, searching the crowd with an urgency youâd never seen before. When his eyes locked onto yours, a grin split his face. Without a second thought, he handed his helmet to a nearby mechanic and practically sprinted toward you. Your heart leaped into your throat as he reached the barrier, reaching out to lift you over it with ease. His hands found your face, cupping your cheeks with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with the intense look in his eyes.
âOscarââ you began, but your words were cut off as he crashed his lips onto yours, his kiss filled with a raw, unspoken longing. You gasped against his mouth, stunned, but the surprise quickly melted into warmth as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
The crowd erupted in cheers, their shouts echoing around you, but it all faded into a blur. It was just the two of you, standing there in the middle of the chaos, wrapped up in each other. The kiss was everything youâd ever dreamed ofâsoft yet demanding, sweet but full of a simmering passion that sent shivers down your spine. You could feel the joy and relief radiating from him, his lips moving against yours with a mix of exhilaration and tenderness that made your legs weak.
When you finally pulled apart, breathless and dazed, Oscar rested his forehead against yours, his eyes sparkling with unspoken words. His thumb brushed over your cheek as he searched your gaze, a smile tugging at his lips.
âI love you too, by the way,â he whispered, his voice slightly breathless but steady.
A giggle bubbled up from your chest, pure happiness spilling over as you leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. The cameras were still flashing, the crowd still cheering, but all you could focus on was the warmth of his hands and the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.
Oscarâs gaze never left you, his grin widening with each passing moment. Finally, he could hold you the way heâd always longed to. Heâd admired you for so long, captivated by your beauty. But now, seeing you up close, you looked even more stunning. He was completely smitten. âGod, I am so in love with you.â
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Cw: brief mention of past childhood abuse/trauma, talk of not being good parents. This is representation for the girlies (gn) that are unsure about being parents/know they donât want kids! Youâre perfect and valid
Sirius Black x fem!reader (one use of girl at the end there)
âI donât think Iâd want to have kids.â You say to Sirius as you lay beside him, your head on his shoulder as he tickles your back.
Itâs an abrupt confession seeing as neither of you had been talking about that, but Sirius just hums.
âAny reason why, poppet?â His voice is even. To be truthful, Sirius goes back and forth with the idea too.
You take a while to elaborate; âI think having to help raise my siblings, and then dealing with all of that stress and having to correct my brotherâs actions and all of that,â you take a breath. âI think it took it out of me. I also really donât want to screw up a kid.â
Sirius nods, a kiss to your cheek. He feels you inhale against his hand and waits for you to speak again, âWould that make our relationship harder? Would it be a deal breaker?â
He pulls back to get a good look at you. âBecause you donât want babies?â When you nod, Sirius shakes his head. âNo, doll. I donât think I want kids either, but especially so if you donât want them.â
âDonât say that just to agree with me, Siri.â You sigh and Sirius copies you.
âIâm not. I go back and forth with it just as you do. Most days Iâm leaning towards it just being me and you.â His voice is too raw and earnest for you to doubt him.
You breathe out long, âI just,â you pause, picking your words. âWeâve both had shitty childhoods, I donât know if weâd be good parents. No one can be perfect and I donât want to fuck up a kid that didnât have the choice of being here; I know that much for certain.â
âI think thatâs a good thing to know, babe. We arenât what happened to us and while weâre better now, we canât predict how weâll be despite our best efforts with our own kids, youâre right. I wouldnât want to fuck them up either.â
They fall when you say, âDoes that make me a bad person? That I wouldnât risk it because raising my siblings was like me having kids already and really donât want to fuck them up like we were?â
He doesnât like that this has been troubling you. Sirius knows you better than anyone else on planet earth and he knows for you to cry like this means youâve thought about this a lot.
He hates that youâve been tormenting yourself over not wanting kids for so long.
Sirius pulls you closer when your tears turn to sobs, his arms firm weight around your back as he kisses your eyes. Salty tears pass through the seam of his lips.
âThat doesnât make you a bad person, poppet. That makes you a good person actually. We can keep our family just like this. Me, you, the birds you feed in the yard and maybe a dog later down the road.â
âAnd a cat,â you say all sniffly and Sirius wrinkles his nose.
âIf you really want a cat, Iâll get you a cat. Just no more thinking itâs wrong to not want kids.â You nod, content to let Sirius pet you as your cries slow.
âYouâll still love me the most right?â He laughs, tilting your chin up and kissing your lips.
âI love you best, silly girl. Always will, even if we had kids.â You slap his chest and Sirius shrugs. âMaybe thatâs how I know Iâm not cut out, I donât think I could put someone over you.â He laughs suddenly. âFuck thatâs sounds horrid.â
You wiggle onto his chest, kissing the constellation he got for you. âDoesnât sound horrid. Dunno if I could handle not being top of your love list.â You say teasingly and Sirius smiles, all pleased that even with your red nose and slightly puffy eyes youâre okay.
Pride blooms in his chest as it does every time he assuages your worries. âWell, you never have to worry, poppet. Now gimme a kiss and letâs finish this episode of Bake Off.â
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OK, BIG order here! Lando Norris (frat Lando if you're up for it), gluten-free, red sauce, artichokes, cilantro, sausage, sweet tea, lemonade (reader giving), pink lemonade, and no aftercare. In my mind, this is a college scenario and y/n absolutely can't stand Lando, cuz he's a cocky player who gets all the girls, but he somehow wins her over, and when he gets her, he absolutely dominates and humiliates her. Sorry, I just want to think about Lando completely owning me and being so arrogant about it lol


Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu
Gluten free Enemies to lovers red sauce rough sex artichokes "Imagine your father saw you now. On your knees like a proper trained slut" cilanto "stop crying and fucking take it" sausage "better not waste a drop" sweet tea dumbification lemonade body worship (reading giving) pink lemonade degrading kink
TW - MEAN Lando, degrading (like a lot), slight mention of dumbification, rough sex, face fucking, multi orgasms, cum swallow, spitting into mouth (once at very end), NOT PROOF READ
WC 2600+
AN - Okay so I am writing this more in USA ideas of fraternity and sorority as that is all I know about.
Y/N POV
"Literally go away Lando," I rolled my eyes at the boy in front of me. Lando and I had met on our first day of freshman year where he proudly told me he had never been told no by a girl before. From that moment on I hated him. I always seemed to find him on campus with his tongue down another girl's throat. It has never been the same girl more than once or twice really playing into his Playboy persona. Now in our senior year of university, he was still trying to get with me.
"Y/N just give me a chance. I'll have you cumming on my cock within minutes," Lando replied back still following me through the sorority house that he happily invited himself into. No one bat an eye as he was the president of our "brother" fraternity and being the president of the sorority it wasn't all that weird to see us talking.
"Lando, I have no issues cumming with literally anyone else," I reply back before walking into my room hoping to close the door in his face. I could hear Lando scuff softly at the lie I had just told. Lando had other plans because instead of staying on the other side of the door like I had hoped, he was pushing his way into my room before closing the door and locking it with a soft click.
"Get out," I tell him trying to make my way to the door to unlock it and open it but he quickly moves in front of me blocking the door before he roughly grabs my hips and turns me around so my back is pressed against the door and we where now facing each other face to face.
"Lando, please stop," I whisper not trusting my voice to stay stable if I talk any louder.
"Y/N come on. We have been going at each other's throats for years. Just one night. Let me destroy every wall you have built between us for the past four years in one night. Let me fuck you, please," Lando replied back not making any movement just staring into my eyes waiting for an answer.
"Why?" I ask with a raised brow. I had thought after our freshman year Lando would drop the idea of getting into my pants but as the years went on and the rejection kept coming for Lando it only made him more persistent. I won't lie and say I haven't been curious. I had heard the whispers of how big his dick was, how good he fucked, and the biggest rumor of all how deliciously mean he was.
"Y/N be real with me. You're the president of the top soroity on campus, your father is the dean of the school, and you're still the only girl to reject me. You're the girl every single guy on campus wants. You have won every battle between us but today, I need to finish this war. I need you to let me fuck you," Lando replied back essentially begging to let him in. I knew if right here and right now I told Lando no he would walk out and go back to his house but the part of me that has been getting weaker recently wants him to stay and wants to put the rumors to rest.
"One night? That's all this is," I reply back and the second the words leave my mouth Lando is on me like prey.
His hand was instantly tangled into my hair and pulling me in for a heated and rough kiss. Teeth clattering against each other and tongues fighting for dominance. It was rough and messy but god did it make my knees grow weak with need.
I think Lando and I both knew one day it would come to this. I would finally break and let him ravish my body like it had been his for the taking all along, and truthfully I think it has been his all along.
"Get on you fucking knees now," Lando pulled back saying while pushing my head down. I instantly drop to my knees looking up at Lando almost waiting for him to tell me what to do next.
"I hear some of the brothers talk about how good you are with your mouth. It's like you intentionally let them fuck you so they can talk about it letting me know all about the things I've been missing out on for the past four years. So don't be fucking dense with me, out that mouth of your to use," Lando snapped at me when I didn't do anything. I was instantly clawing at the fly of his jeans trying to get it zipped as quick as possible not wanting to piss him off more than I had previously.
When his pants were unbuttoned and zipped down I softly tugged them down his legs where Lando finally helped by kicking them off the rest of the way discarding them somewhere across my room.
"It's big," I whisper while keeping my eyes trained on the hard bulge under his briefs. While I still can't fully see just how big he is I can tell he's fucking massive he is because the tight white briefs leave far too little to the imagination.
"I'm sorry what was that? I need you to speak up a bit more," Lando says with a smirk written all over his face. It was clear he had heard me but enjoyed the praise far too much.
"I said it's smaller than I expected," I replied back with false confidence. Something in Lando snapped in that moment because one second I was on my knees getting ready to suck Lando off and the next I was being dragged by my hair towards my bed where he roughly through me onto it before positioning me so my head was hanging off the side of the bed upside down.
I was dizzy from how quickly the mood had shifted from two rivals arguing and bickering to me being upside down waiting to get my face fucked by said rival.
Lando made quick work of pulling his briefs down before he roughly shoved his massive cock into my mouth. Lando gave me hardly any time to adjust to his length that was filling my throat leaving me a gagging mess under him.
When Lando starts thrusting into my mouth I can feel his balls starting to slap my nose making this moment all that more embasrrassing. How I had ended up with Lando fucking Norris's cock shoved down my throat and his balls hitting my face will always amaze me.
Suddenly I feel Lando lean down slightly making the angle all the more rough before he was tugging at my tight tank top pulling it up to expose my lacey bra too him. I could feel his big hands gripping and pulling at my tits all the while still fucking my face in such a brutal pace I could barely breath.
While one final rough thrust down my throat he holds himself there for a few seconds cutting off my airflow completely before he roughly pulls out and steps back to see me slightly rolling to my side gasping for air and coughing from the brutal attack.
"God, you're such a fucking whore. Took that so well," Lando says with a smirk before shoving two fingers down my throat to watch me gag again. I can feel Lando whiggle his fingers around slightly making me gag more before he rough pulls them out to watch me struggle for fresh air again.
"You know, I'm happy to know that your mouth isn't just good for talking," Lando says before roughly taking a handful of my hair and turning me around slightly so my head was no longer dangling off the bed but rather my legs where dangling.
I was still fully dressed but that didn't last long as Lando completely pulled my shorts and thong down in one go before pulling off my tank top so roughly he ripped it slightly. I feel Lando reach under me before unclipping my bra and roughly pulling it off my body. I had gone from completely clothed to naked as the day I was born within 30 seconds or so.
I watched as Lando fulled his shirt off leaving me to gawk as the tanned 6 pack he was sporting. While I had spent my years trying to avoid him I still had eyes and could see how hot he was.
"See something you like," Lando asks with a smirk making me wanna roll my eyes but I reframe not wanting to piss him off.
"Ya," I just whisper back too embarrassed to admit the thoughts I was thinking. Cursing myself for making him wait all these years when I could've had him all along.
"God, you're a fucking whore. I haven't even touched you are you're already starting to soak your sheets," Lando announced making me trail my trail my eyes down where I can't see much but I could tell how soaked I was just by the way my pussy lips where coated.
"Lando fucking do something," I snap not having the patience to be stared at like I was some kind of artifact on display.
"Hm, I wanna hear why you want it so bad all the sudden. For years you were adiment I would never bed you but here you are begging for it," Lando replied while slowly running his fingers up my thighs and stomach where he landed on my left nipple which he took between his fingers and gave it a tug making me moan at the pleasurable pain.
"Lando, please I just need you to fuck me," I reply with a face still covered in tears and spit and I hadn't had a chance to wipe it off.
"You beg like a proper slut you know, but I still wanna know why," Lando replies still teasing my nipples having moved his attention to my right one now.
"Fuck you, you're fucking hot. You're one of the hottest guys here, I want you to fuck me and ruin me for anyone else," I finally submit to Lando being too weak to continue to try and fight.
"Oh, so all along you've been wanting it. God, you really are a slut," Lando mutters before finally slipping into my tight pussy with so much for I'm left gasping for air.
"God you're so fucking tight. Tighter than I would've thought given everything I've hear," Lando groans once he had filled me completely. He gives me just a few seconds to gather myself before he start thrusting his hips.
"Oh fuck, Lando," I whine and moan out not really sure how to act. I had been fucked before but I have never quite been fucked like this.
I can feel Lando's pace picking up in speed and roughness leaving me gasping for air. He was getting to a point where he was being so rough it was making tears well up in my eyes.
"Stop crying and fucking take it" Lando groans when he sees the tears starting too form.
"Too much," I gasp before digging my nails into Lando's chest making him hiss in slight pain.
"It's not too much, you can fucking handle it. I can feel your pussy clenching around my cock wanting more," Lando says while delivering slow yet painfully pleasurable thursts hitting my G-spot each time.
"Lando I'm close," I whisper knowing if I talked any loud I would stutter given how much pleasure was coursing through my body.
"Do what all good sluts are for and cum," Lando says while picking up his pace sending me into a blissful land where all I can think about in the orgasm that is leaving me shaking on Lando's cock,.
"Oh, fuck," I whine starting to come down from my orgasm but not fully being able to as Lando is still sending brutal thrusts keeping me overstimulated yet still edging towards another orgasm.
"God, you just fucking came and you're already clenching for another," Lando teases out clearly being able to read my body far better than he should be able to.
"Fu-ck n-o Lan," I'm whining and trying to get away but not being able to form full sentences as the pleasure is mounting far too quick.
"Awe did I turn you into a dumb whore norm," Lando says with a smirk before sending down a rough slap right on my clit throwing me straight into another orgasm. I just scream, thankful that none of the other girls were home.
"No," I whisper coming down from my orgasm while Lando is slowing his thrust slightly.
"can't" I whine.
"Speak up and use your fucking words," Lando says clearly getting fed up with the dumb slut under him.
"I can't cum again," I finally force out a sentence once I've come down from the orgasm mostly.
Lando pulls his cock out without saying anything. He leans over placing a soft kiss on my lips throwing me off slightly before he's roughly gripping onto my hair and hauling me off the bed and back onto my knees.
"You know what to do," Is all Lando tells me while he watches me slowly grip onto his dick which is absolutely soaked in my pussy juices before bringing my mouth to his cock.
"Imagine your father saw you now. On your knees like a proper trained slut," Lando says while I start bobbing my head on his dick making sure to take him as deep as I can without gagging too much.
Lando grips the back of my head before he starts to face fuck me. I can feel the tears streaking my face, my spit rolling down my chin and all I can hear is the sound of my gagging and Lando's groaning ringing out through the room and if I'm being honest, I have never been more turned on in my life.
Lando finally releases the grip he has on the back of my head letting me do all the work now. I was thankful as it was becoming increasingly more difficult to breathe.
I pull my mouth off of Lando's cock making sure to keep jerking him off, while looking up at him. He was already staring down at me watching me like a hawk.
"Thank you, Lando," I whisper softly.
"For what," Lando groans clearly getting close to blowing his load so I slow it down slightly wanting him to cum in my mouth.
"Fucking me so good," I whisper while trailing kisses around the lower part of his toned abs and into his trimmed pubes before taking Lando back into my mouth and bobbing my head so rough that I am consistently hitting my gag reflex.
I feel Lando starting to tense letting me know he was close before he gave one final rough thrust into my mouth and held my head there before unleashing his massive load into my mouth and right down my throat.
"Better not waste a drop" Lando groans when he pulls out of my mouth watching me as I swallow his cum. When I'm done swallowing I open my mouth and stick out my tongue showing him I had swallowed it all. Lando just leans down slightly before spitting right into my mouth and walking away to find his clothes.
Once Lando was fully dressed I was already comfortably in bed too exhausted to do anything but melt into my pillow.
"We will do this again," Lando says matter a factly before placing a kiss on my forehead and then lips and walking out of my room presumably to go back to his house.
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