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jeyramarie · 2 years ago

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You and me?- Alice Chambers x Reader (Part 10) Finale

summary: in Alice we trust

wc: 1,345

warning: mentions of blood, mentions of kidnapping, cursing, abusive relationship, attempted murder, attempted drowning

a/n: and this the finale of this wonderful fic!! thank you to all my loyal readers and i'm so so sorry it took a bit to finish :( it's a bit short but i think it's the closure we all wanted considering how it ended in the film!

anyways, thank you for all the love and happy reading 🦋

Part 1~ Part 2~ Part 3~ Part 4~Part 5~ Part 6~ Part 7~ Part 8~ Part 9~

I whimpered in pain as William pulled me down the hill towards the car. My feet burned against the hot sand. He muttered insults under his breath as his grip became tighter the more I tried to get away from him.

“I’m gonna fucking kill you.” He said with gritted teeth. “Do you have any idea what this caused me?!”

William shouted, shaking me violently. “This is going to fucking ruin us… Do you not care about that?! Huh?! Do you feel proud about what you just did?!”

I lazily looked at him and spat on his face, making him lose his grip on one of my arms. “Fuck you.” I whispered.

A familiar sting crept on my cheek before he gripped my jaw, making me look at him. His eyes were shielded with anger.

“She won’t find you.” William muttered with gritted teeth before releasing my face to push me towards the passenger side of the car. “You’re gonna be stuck here forever.”

“I will make every day for you a living hell.” I spat and he pushed me into the passenger’s seat. He slammed the door shut and walked around the car before getting in, immediately pulling out a gun, pointing it directly to my head. William drove like a mad man. Like he already knew what to do once we got home. But all I could do was wonder how Alice was doing.

The second she left Victory, she sat up gasping for air before looking around in confusion. Jack laid beside her, surrounded by blood. The room was cold and quiet. She looked down at her arms and noticed the bruises as well as the IV drip which she took out immediately. Alice swung her legs over the bed, feeling dizzy as she stood up. Her legs wobbled as she crashed into everything in her way, attempting to reach Jack’s computer. Her vision was a bit blurry and she rubbed her eyes before searching for me on her email.

All that came up was work related information from the hospital and that gave her an idea. Alice stood from the chair and looked for her phone. It took rummaging all over the apartment to finally find it inside Jack’s sock drawer. Her hands shook as she rummaged through her contacts to find me.

‘Y/n <3’ it read and a victorious grin appeared on her face.

A small voice in the back of her head told her to call the number. ‘Maybe someone would answer the phone’ Alice thought to herself. Even she knew that William was in the simulation as well. A part of her heart just hoped someone would answer.

The phone rang. And rang. And rang. No one answered. But just as her memories came back, she remembered that my location was on her phone. We had decided to do that after our first night out. In case of emergencies.

Alice looked around on almost every app until she saw it. With blurry eyes, she clicked and saw my picture popped up a few blocks down. There I was. All this time, just 20 minutes away. The blonde stumbled over and grabbd her robe, sliding into her slippers before slowly making her way down the stairs. She winced when the laight of day reached her eyes. It has been years since she stepped outside. Everything was different. Everything was… modern… new.

A familiar yellow car came into view, making her reach out her arm as she waved for attention. Luckily, a cab pulled over in front of her, allowing Alice to climb inside as she desperately shouted the address.

“Please be alone, please be alone.” The blonde muttered to herself as the cab got closer to my apartment.

I was forcefully pushed into the house when Alice arrived. William had a deadly grip on my arm as I fought against it. The house felt hot and heavy. It felt tense.

��Let go of me!” I shouted, holding onto the bedroom door as he continued to pull me.

“Shut up.” He groaned in anger, pulling me inside the bedroom which caused me to fall on our carpeted floor.

‘Our’, it wasn’t ‘our’ anything. It was ‘his’, ‘mine’, but it was never ‘ours’. The whole thing was ‘his’. ‘His’ plan, ‘his’ house, ‘his’ car, ‘his’ control.

William closed his fist around my hair, pulling me across the floor as I moved my feet violently, attempting to get away. I shouted in pain… and fear. He was probably going to kill me and Alice wasn’t going to find me in time. The bathtub was already full. I remembered that I was planning on taking a bath before this mess happened. Before this chaos started.

“No… no.. William, no.” I cried as he continued to pull me closer. I knew his intentions. I knew what he was planning on doing. He was going to drown me.

He let go of my hair and turned my body, making me lay on my back as he stood over me. “Ungrateful whores need to learn… the fucking hard way.” William mumbled. “She’s not gonna find you, Y/n.”

He pulled me towards the tub, pushing me to kneel beside it before pulling my arms to my back as he pushed my head under the water. The movement was too quick for me to catch a breath and my body moved violently as I attempted to get out of his grip. My screams echoed into the water as it continued to fill up my lungs.

My chest burned in desperation as it yearned for oxygen every passing second. I threw my hands back, making my nails scratch into his skin, trying to pull him away. My body was turning numb, my head was hazy as I felt myself slip away. I suppose Alice didn’t make it in time. Maybe my apartment was locked and she took a long time to open the-

I suddenly lifted my head, catching a big breath as I felt life fill my lungs once again. The bathtub was gone and I was dry, sitting on my bed with my hands and feet tied up. William laid unconscious next to me with blood dripping down on the mattress. A pair of soft hands cupped my cheeks, turning to face to see Alice. She actually made it. She saved me.

“Can you hear me?” She asked as her voice broke and I nodded. “Are you okay?”

“You found me.” I muttered, looking around in disbelief. “You actually found me.”

“I wasn’t going to rest until I did.” Alice shook her head, wiping her tears away. “What did he do to you?”

“He was trying to drown me and I-” I sobbed, taking my hand out of the restraint. “I thought you weren’t gonna find me.”

“I wasn’t going to stop until I did.” The blonde shook her head and sniffled before pulling me towards her.

“Please help me get out of this.” I mumbled, signalling to my ankles that reamined attached to a belt. Alice pulled the restraint off of me and helped me stand up as I stumbled over everything.

“Let’s go, come on.” She said as we both walked out of the apartment, stumbling down the stairs into the sidewalk where I saw sunlight after God knows how long.

We walked down to the alleyway where she searched a bag left on the ground and found a few 20 dollar bills. Probably for a taxi.

“Taxi!” she shouted, sticking her hand on before the yellow car came into view. Alice turned around and pulled by hand, carefully putting inside as she climbed after me. “The nearest hospital, please.”

"Alice, no-”

“We have to… we don’t know what they did to us..” She whispered and took my hand as I laid my head on her shoulder. Maybe it was my body’s exhaustion, but my eyelids got heavy.

“You and me?” I heard Alice whisper, causing me to look up at her before leaning in to peck her jaw.

“Always, you and me.”

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kingkenzieofmold · 1 year ago

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My Resident Evil x The Henry Stickmin Collection Crossover Cast.

Feel free to disagree with me as I was trying to fill roles by who I would think would fit into whose role within the games! So feel free to disagree with me or say who you would rather cast! Enjoy my weird combinations of my biggest hyper fixations!<3

This is casting from Resident Evil: Zero to Resident Evil 4 as this was as far as I got in casting-

Resident Evil 0

Rebecca Chambers Cool Katie

Billy Coen Billy G.

Dr. James Marcus Dr. Vinschpinsilstien

Dr. William Birkin Right Hand Man

Dr. Albert Wesker Reginald Copperbottom

Captain Enrico Marini Terrance Suave

Resident Evil

Chris Redfield Rupert Price

Jill Valentine Dave Panpa

Barry Burton Johnny Panzer

Rebecca Chambers Cool Katie

Albert Wesker Reginald Copperbottom

Richard Aiken Randy Radman

Brad Vickers Chad Hansen

Enrico Marini Terrance Suave

Kenneth J. Sullivan Jaques Kensington

Joseph Frost Sir Willford IV

Forest Speyer Reynaldo the brute

Female Newscaster Alice Hamilton

Resident Evil 2

Leon Scott Kennedy Henry Stickmin

Claire Redfield Ellie Rose

Ada Wong Earrings

Sherry Birkin Sven Svensson

William Birkin Right Hand Man

Annette Birkin Carol Cross

Brian Irons/Robert Kendo Mr. Macbeth

Marvin Branagh/Ben Bertolucci General Galeforce

Resident Evil 3

Jill Valentine Dave Panpa

Carlos Oliveira Jacob Rose

Nikolai Zinoviev Dmitri Johannes Petrov

Mikhail Viktor Grigori Olyat

Tyrell Patrick Kurt Dietrich

Nemesis CCC Robot

Resident Evil 4

Leon Scott Kennedy Henry Stickmin

Ashley Graham Victoria Grit

Ada Wong Earrings

Luis Serra Navarro Ted Adam

Ingrid Hunnigan Hat Girl

Ramón Salazar Captain H. J. Canterbury

Bitores Méndez Major Hershell Panzer

Jack Krauser Charles Calvin

Osmund Saddler Mayor Fredrickson

Merchant Mysterious Voyager

Mike Quentin Alabaster

#the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin au #thsc au #thsc #resident evil #resident evil au #resident evil 1 #resident evil 2 #resident evil 3 #resident evil 4

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tahelms85 · 2 years ago

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Stole this from someone else on a tag.

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domripley · 2 months ago

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#joey #dean #abigail 2024 #x reader #alice chambers #jack chambers #don’t worry darling #melissa barrera #florence pugh

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doctorwhoisadhd · 10 months ago

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laying out my concept of a video edit set to this song

here's to who we have left/sift thru cotton and stress — the final scene from exit wounds where jack is folding up owen's lab coat

when i slip away — tosh dying in exit wounds

well i'll talk to her for days/as for now she feels the same — gwen waiting over jacks body in the morgue in end of days

you don't know this guy/he's alright — the bullet wound disappearing from jacks forehead in everything changes & the team gossiping about him in day one

overrated at times/oh chin up — jack smothering gray etc

and if she's lonely/man that's alright/i will stay by her side/we'll be fine — jack and gwens phone call from miracle day where jack says to her "you and me just like the old days"

you ain't worked me out yet — ianto's comment to jack abt how he's just scratched the surface on him

and the future poses a threat — ianto + jack shooting the 456s containment chamber

i'm refreshin' to begin — jack visiting alice at the beginning of coe

and regret starts sinkin' in/and i'll find that hard to forget — that scene where jack is waiting in the hallway and alice comes thru the door and just looks at him and then leaves. and then he does too

second x chorus: the scene w/ jack from the end of time part 2

instrumental bridgey thing: the dancing scene from the end of the doctor dances, jack dancing with tosh in captain jack harkness (and possibly also the real captain jack), jack dancing with gwen and ianto in something borrowed

last x chorus first half (thru "chin up"): jack scenes from revolution of the daleks with a second or so each of 11 and 12 between

last x chorus second half (starting with "and if she's lonely"): jack and 13 scenes :(

you dont know this guy by her's is SUCH a jack and torchwood 3 song

#not bonff #do you see my vision #ari opinion hour #torchwood #captain jack harkness #jack harkness

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gumballavocadoharry · 1 year ago

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Letting go is harder than you think; Jack Chambers:

*Mentions of overprotectiveness, smothering, close relationships on edges, angst, a bit of a controlling parent (Jack), sadness, depression and some grief. And also some fluff with baby Roger and Jack's relationship with him.*

From the moment Jack's steady touch traced the soft smooth skin of his son, a deep bond formed. That day forward, his agape love for Roger never failed. Even on his worst days and moments, a harsh word or action never left his lips and would dare not to cross his mind, even for a second.

Looking into those spirited green orbs brought life into his own. The way Roger's miniature hands wrapped around Jack's lone finger sent a pitter-pattering of a throbbing heartbeat. No one could deny the special relationship Jack shared with both his children. But especially Roger. Likewise the same could be said for Alice and Susan.

Jack just had this complex relationship with Roger, especially at a time period where fathers were meant to be more tough and rigid in their demands of their children, especially their sons. But Jack was the complete opposite. He invested so much time, energy, emotion, money and even his own health- as did Alice- into his kids.

But he worked extra hard to install affection into Roger by setting a tender example in the way he made a 'man' out of him. The emotional attachment he had towards his little boy was shatterproof. The two were inseparable. It would be Jack holding Roger in his little sling and them exploring the world together.

Tummy time would be filled with laughs and tickles, as Jack would hold Roger up to the ceiling with his feet on his tummy and his arms stretched out holding his little ones in his own. The toddler would stare down into his father's playful eyes with ones of his own; the same frisky ones that he attained from Jack.

Then snack time would be made with yummy but healthy little foods that Jack would get Roger to taste test. Of course sneaking in the occasional ice cream treat for him too. Then of course diaper changes were made for Roger to feel better instead of fussy from the cool air and the full diaper that was swiftly changed into a fresh one.

Bedtime routines were filled with soft voices, gentle laughter, and a sentimental bedtime story and a ardent kiss would be planted to one of Roger's chubby cheeks or forehead. Jack would coo an "I love you," to lift Roger into his dreamworld for the night.

The bonding of father and son didn't end there. Baby Roger would be carried around in his baby carriage for a morning stroll around the block with Jack before he would send himself to work and allow Alice to catch up on her sleep so she could be up and ready for Susan. Jack loved Roger more than anything on this planet and never failed to show or prove that.

Late night cuddles from bad dreams, Kisses for boo boo's on knees, bedside worries for fevers and forbearance for turbulent tantrums. But all was done for love. Love that flourished within the two.

But the pangs were just beginning. Roger.....just didn't feel any uses for it anymore. He wanted more adult treatment, for Jack to loosen the umbilical he tied tightly to each other and wasn't about to let go either. So the eight year old started to rebel. Harder than he ever had before.

The tension of not having the measure of independence he wanted- despite most of it unreasonable- started cracking into an overwhelming gap between the two. To make matters worse, that harder Roger pushed, the more Jack would pull back. It wasn't just a matter of safety that concerned Jack and Alice....but it was also a deep rooted fear Jack had brewing inside of him like a loch ness monster that was waiting to sprew up from the depths of the lake and swallow up as many as possible.

That fear was a vivid nightmare for Jack......losing Roger. Not in a cynical, woebegone image of death, but in a metaphorical scene, drenched in a heartsick, forlorn dismissal of Jack from Roger. Him not needing his father anymore and thus severing ties to him. Just the thought made Jack disturbed. Sure, he knew it would be a selfish and poisonous excuse to use in holding back his child from reaching his full potential, but it just wasn't that simple.

Susan and Roger were his life. And imagining one without them just wasn't possible. He could cope although a bit herculean with Susan growing up. She of course was his little princess and he couldn't see her as anything else, but he still saw the mature young lady she was trying hard to blossom into. Roger on the other hand, didn't help his case. He wasn't as mature and still needed extensive guidance.

Roger saw things differently. He felt Jack didn't wanna believe that he was growing up and was choosing to see him as the little two year old who still wore diapers. He wanted more from the hollow bubble he was in and put more space between his father and started spending more time with his friends. This made Jack suspicious, so he didn't hesitate to question or even spy on Roger a little to see what was going on.

His V.I.P backstage passes were now back row seats with heads bobbing up down; constantly in the way of seeing the full show. Well Jack finally reached a boiling point. This time he decided he would be the one to take Roger and Susan to school. "Oh thank you honey, that would help so much! I have to get the whole shower set up for Margret. She's getting married in two weeks and I need to get a move on if I'm going to get all the decorations she wants."

Jack kissed his pretty wife's temple. "I'll see you when I get home." He grabbed his oak colored suitcase and made a dash for the car only a couple minutes before the kids. Pulling up to the school, Jack's eyes darted to the rearview mirror.

"Alright guys, have a wonderful day at school, I love you both,"

"Love you too daddy!" Susan pecked a kiss to Jack's cheek. "Love you too dad," Roger patted Jack's shoulder and tried for the car door. "Oh, I have some important papers I'm supposed to give to the heads office- a work thing- so.....I'm going to go inside with you."

Roger gave a scunnered eye roll before begrudgingly agreeing. The walk inside was on tenterhooks to say the least. The constant struggle of Jack reaching for Roger's hand and Roger snatching it away, raised tension in Jack, leading him to make a final grab and squeezing it a little so Roger couldn't let go.

"I like holding you hand." Jack said with a fond tone, only for it to be bitterly slapped away with a complete cold shoulder from his son. Upon reaching Roger's locker, Jack stood beside him; gazing at him with soppy eyes. He smiled to himself thinking of Roger's very first day of school. The little boy in a white polo shirt, blue shorts and a red baseball cap.

"Daddy will see you after school champ, he has to go to work. But I promise, after school, I'll be home waiting for you with a big hug and kiss and nice game of catch." A cheeky smile distended across his little face before falling into a hug with Jack's arms reached out. He smooshed his chubby cheek into Jack's puckered lips; smooching his little face all over.

Jack's thoughts disintegrated upon hearing the locker slam of his son. "Bye dad," "Wait, woah....what about your kiss?" An irked Roger only stopped dead in his tracks, becoming furious by the minute hearing the snickering of his classmates. "Raincheck." He gritted through his teeth. How could he be so clueless? Roger picked at his agitated thoughts, like an itchy scab that was trying to heal.

But Jack didn't take no for an answer. He followed Roger into the classroom and kissed his cheek while hugging him tightly. For Jack, it was a nostalgic moment brought back to life of the cherished memories he shared with his son. But Roger......well, if looks could kill, Jack would be 6 feet under and burned by now. Roger's deep umbrage made his soft warm cuddly skin turn cold blooded like a preying snake; ready to sink its teeth into nescient flesh, ready to devour it whole.

"Bye Rogie." Jack whimsically said, before disappearing out the doorway. Roger's stomach turned into this deep rooted knot. His lungs were running out of pressure and the phobia of not being accepted seemed to be coming closer and closer towards him like a fire that slowly burns the trail of rope that it passes.

He took heavy steps to his desk; head hanging low with affront and infamy. Roger seethed with odium at his father. The whole lesson, he wasn't even focused on the judging stares from his classmates. His mind led him to merry-go-round the spite he had for Jack's obsessive fidelity. Of course his overreaction lead to Roger producing scenarios to a diabolicalness movie scene in which a woman holds her lover captive out of 'love' and even kills him because of it!

Granted, Roger's overactive imagination would be the only logical reasoning for such a grim, monstrosity mental picture show to detail something so far fetched that even Roger had to laugh.

But the ferocious feeling of suffocation was nothing to laugh about. Even Jack knew his public display of affection was a bit over the top, but yet that didn't seem to shudder the excuse of closeness with his son away. In fact, everything reminded Jack of little Roger; his little baby picture of him playing on the swings, his first bowl of ice cream and the two little diminutive baby teeth that protruded from the bottom gums that counted as his first ones, were all a simple feeling of utopia that eroded inside of Jack.

"Jack, what are you smiling about?" The man hadn't even noticed his deep dimples were parading. "Oh, nothing...just this baby picture of my son." Frank nodded with a basked smile; body casually relaxed. "Yeah, I'll tell ya....you know my brother's son is already going off to college," The mention of any symbolization of growth make a deep shudder slither through Jack, like a sinister thought had entered his mind. "Yep....he's already picked himself out a girl too. They grow so fast, don't they?"

Jack gave a tight lipped smile before burying his head into the piles of paperwork at his desk.

At home, Roger had arrived only a little after Susan. She was already blabbing about the history test she had and how hard it was, while Roger only gave Susan reserved answers before marching up to his room. Jack had arrived with a huge family sized bucket of chicken from KFC. "I'm home!" He said, almost melodic. It only took him 2 seconds to realize Roger was missing. "I'll get him."

"Hey buddy!" Roger let out a repugnant low hiss in irritation of Jack once forgetting to knock. "Dinner's here, I bought KFC." Roger's head perked up at the sound of that. His stomach growled louder than a lion's roar. "So, what'd you do at school today? Anything fun?" Roger shrugged, "Same." Well that's interesting Jack thought. He invited himself next to Roger, wrapping his arm around him.

"Maybe one of these days, we could catch a game together?" Roger nodded, not breaking his gaze on the floor for one minute to look at Jack. "You know?" Roger only hummed a response; looking up to Jack's eyes finally. But they weren't full of excitement of admiration like they did 5 years ago. Now they were aloof and cavalier only agreeing to end the conversation. Jack panicked internally. So to ease his fear, he walked Roger down to dinner, hand in hand like old times.

Roger silently scoffed at this, unamused with Jack's attempts to bond. The dinner table was filled with happy chatter and comments from Alice, Jack and Susan. Roger kept rigid focus on his meal, only giving varying glances up from his plate and to Alice's eyes; as he was across from her. "So, Roger what's going on with you?" Jack had interrupted Roger's protest of silence.

Roger bit his lip and swallowed the remainder of the dinner that was in his mouth. "Oh, nothing really....I guess the highlight was Makie had secretly taken a ruler from the teacher's desk." Jack sweetly listened intently, not flapping his focus from Roger. He had this fatherly smile pressed tightly on his face. But Roger kept his attention towards Susan and Alice....he would glance at Jack.

Jack grated at this type of rejection. So he would buckle down harder and decided to fancy up a bedtime story for Roger; along with setting his pajamas out for when he emptied out from the shower. "Hey sweetie, ready for a bedtime story?" Roger pursed his lips. "Uh, may-"

"I've got Peter Rabbit, Goldilocks, Harry and the dirty dog..." Roger knowing he couldn't escape this, chose Harry and the dirty dog. Jack felt a sense of satisfaction from Roger giving into his distant act, but yet failed to mollified Roger himself into the same euphoric outlook.

Roger sat sulkingly a couple spaces apart from Jack on the bed in his cloud themed pj's. He barely even looked at the pictures, only looking astray almost with shame and spleen. Anger because of Jack smothering him; forcing him to retort to babyish ways as a pick in keeping him controlled; keeping Jack happy and content.

Mom gives me space, Roger thought, Why can't dad? Jack finished the story, but the charade didn't end there. Roger found himself being lifted into his bed, covers being tucked tightly under his nose and his teddy bear smushed next him. The topper on the cake was Jack's puckering lips being rammed into Roger's cheek; forcing the screeching whistle and loving hum of a kiss being planted to evaporate through Roger's blushing face.

Jack's lips were finally sucked off his boy's face and coupled with a cooing of: "Sleep tight teddy bear, I love you." Roger's face was soiled in a tight frown; eyebrows pinched in a deep dour. Roger ejected himself upright and aggressively wiped his cheek or any residue of Jack's love. He growled and turned over with a brewing bitterness, groveling around inside of him; ready to spew out like a jack in the box.

The anger only grew as Jack would be up at the school, delivering Roger's teddy bear hat because he "might catch a cold." Or making him hold hands with him while crossing the street and not letting him watch the new monster movie that had come out. The icing on the cake was when Roger caught Jack listening in on a phone call with Simon.

"I was just worried." Was his excuse. But it blew up into a huge disagreement leading Roger to call Jack "a possessive, overprotective busybody," and Jack hustling out a stern: "Don't speak to me like that young man!" Followed by: "I have a right to know what's going on and it's hard for me to trust you when you don't let me in."

It went back and forth like that until Roger stormed upstairs and slammed his bedroom door and Jack pounded his fist on the kitchen counter. Both of the Chambers men had irascible temperaments at crotchety times. Except, Jack's was a protective papa bear mixed with angst of just simply wanting his little boy back, while Roger's was of an angst pubescent who just wanted a bite of the outside world beyond the caves of his family.

In the morning, Roger darted out of the house at a premature hour and strolled to school with a somber tone to his stride. The damp sky allied with Roger's murky attitude; his hands in his pockets, slumped over lazily and looking at the ground in a rebellion to watching what was in front of him.

Which is what sent him bumping into Mila Murphey. "Watch it Roger!" Roger blinked, taken aback by her stern face. "Sorry." He trailed off before continuing to his locker. "Roger!" Susan hot on his tail came running up to him. "What's wrong?" He shrugged, "What do you mean?"

"You skipped breakfast this morning and left for school super early! You hate school, why would you do that?" "Look Susan, I just have a lot on my plate right now okay?"

Susan shook her head before diverting her eyes towards the ground. "You know....I can talk to dad if you wan-" "No! I mean...." Roger continued, "Just let me handle it. It's obvious dad's not backing down from this so I will fight this. Don't worry about it okay?" Susan felt this unnerving pinch in her gut. "Okay...." Her voice drifted.

Roger started away from his locker. "Roger wait!" He turned. "Before you go.....just know that.....mom and dad love us both very much...they're worried about you."

Suddenly the collar around Roger's shirt felt tight. Those words sunk in more than they should've. It wasn't until the middle of class when Roger realized he had belched from the house so fast that he had forgotten his lunch. He dug through the pockets of his jeans for any money for lunch. None. Oh well, there was always his backpack.

In fact, Roger didn't even feel that hungry anyway. His stomach was in such a tight knot that it would be for the best to not challenge it.

Meanwhile at the office, Jack's hair was practically falling out. His fingers ran through his hair so hard, that little strands would come out one by one out onto his desk. Jack's eyes went from the project papers laid out on his desk, to the family photo that neighbored beside it and finally to the clock on his office wall.

Why didn't Roger stay for breakfast? He doesn't have his lunch with him...is he being bullied? These were all thoughts that raced through Jack's mind like bullets in a race. But his mind was made up...on his lunch break, Jack would bring Roger his lunch. He couldn't conjure the idea of Roger sitting with nothing to eat in the lunchroom.

Jack thought back to when he was a little boy and he had made the same mistake. His father didn't even bother. "Well I guess you'll learn not to waste food now boy?"

Jack swallowed harshly recalling the lecture his father rammed into him based off a notion of a silly innocent human nature mistake. It took years for Jack to realize his father was just bitter. But as a father now, he couldn't even dream of saying such a thing to his children. Especially when they're starving.

But despite the well meaning intentions, the earlier gray sky, now had become one of cloudburst. Rain pricked the ground mercilessly making it impossible for Jack to do any food delivery. So Roger sat alone, nibbling off a half eaten granola bar in his backpack. Well, he turned back to his early ponder of not being hungry anyway.

Roger glanced over to Bryce Macmillan and his friends. A mixture of euphoria over the dream of adulthood and dread from the resistance of his father made Roger's stomach quack. The emotions were too much to handle as he was pressed face to face with the wrestle of breaking free from the smothering of Jack. He was underwater, unable to breathe in and out to ease the pressure of no oxygen.

The stress.....it all sent the boy into a bellyaching spiral. Claustrophobia set in and the walls became narrow and thick. The laughter of his classmates shot louder and louder.....then there was Jack.....standing on one end of the gym with a baby book and a sippy cup of warm milk and on the other stood and ferocious beast; fangs dripping to his chin, eyes harboring a savage stare, chest puffed ready to attack. It held the fear of falling fast, deep into the pangs of maturity: going out late, dating, driving, middle school, high school, being exposed to all the things he had been taught to avoid.

And then the floor disappeared; a big hole opening up, about to swallow Roger whole with only a tightrope choice of choosing Jack's hand back into baby land, or the beasts forward into a whole new world of becoming an adult.

The hole threw Roger in before he could make any decision and suffocated him to his demise. Blackness.

He banged on the invisible glass, screaming, begging for help. But no one could hear him....no one could see him....no one could help him. Bubble gurgled of Roger's breath being cut short and then sinking deeper and deeper with no one....Susan, Alice, Jack.....all gone.

And so was Roger. He was suffocated by the monster of his battles.

A loud sharp gasp shook his whole dream.

Roger woke up to the ground. He had fallen over in the middle of his egregious fantasy. Roger rubbed his head before getting back up and following his classmates back to class.

The walk home consisted of Roger holding his backpack over his head from the downpour. The rain pecked at his skin like a glass rain was taking it's revenge against the bitter heat of city. Roger's tummy growled incensed the longer his slow steps took one after another with each other. Upon arrival, Roger's eyes zeroed in on neither of the cars being in the driveway.

It snapped in his head that Alice had probably driven to school to pick them up so they wouldn't have to brave the cold winds of the storm. It had to have been 20 minutes until Roger's legs went numb and his fingers damp and sore from holding the backpack for so long, until the sight of Jack and Alice's cars pulled into the driveway.

Roger's stomach turned as he knew how angry they'd be seeing him stand there by himself. But...he didn't eat lunch, so surely his mind wasn't right from that. "I just got home." He blurted out. But of course, that didn't stop Jack from running out of the car and wrapping his suit jacket around him. Once the door was unlocked, Roger was ordered a hot shower and dry clothes.

Roger was surprised with his family's calm reaction to such a careless, foolish choice.

"I'm worried about Roger...." Alice helped Susan's jacket off. Jack nodded, "I don't know what's gotten into him, but I'm gonna find out." Susan let out a small sigh. She knew how hard of a time her brother was having with the whole 'growing up' thing and much it knocked him down in the dumps because of Jack's silent protests to it. But Susan knew well enough that it was just his way of keeping Roger close to him and not losing him to insubordinate friends or a charming crush.

Roger getting out of the shower gave Susan to march upstairs and set her brother straight. "Roger, we need to talk....at least before dad gets to you."

He scoffed putting his shirt on. "About what? And what do you mean before dad gets to me?" "I mean that dad wants to know why you've been so distant. You're not talking or being sociable...you're not like yourself Roger and even I'm getting worried."

Roger took a deep sigh, "It's dad...he won't stop treating me like a baby! Mom accepts that I'm growing up, but dad doesn't! It's a tug-of-war between getting him to accept that and....." Susan listened intently, "Or getting some of the older kids approval. I'm not basing my entire reason of being grown up on that, but it's embarrassing when you still have to hold your dad's hand everytime you cross a street at times," Roger continued.

"All I want is to be treated my age for once and I'm utterly sick and tired of dad refusing to do that! He won't let me be capable of anything and any little mistake I make, he uses that as ploy to add to his masterplan of making me his baby forever!" Roger sat down on his bed and put his head in his hands.

"Well, I can understand that Roger.....but I can also see dad's perspective," Roger looked up, "How?"

"Well.......you are his baby though Roger. I mean it's hard for anyone who's changed your diapers or fed you or wiped your face when you were younger to just see you as this adult overnight. And I think in some ways you're expecting that to happen." Roger scoffed.

"Roger, dad has put eight years and counting of love into you. He's always been by your side and seeing you reject him like that of course isn't gonna sit well with him-"

"Who said anything about rejecting him?!" Susan gave Roger a look. "You don't have to say it, you kinda just show it when you give him the cold shoulder or just flat out ignore him."

"Look, I know dad may have his ups and downs with this, but I can't help it if he feels insulted or takes my need for independence as a threat! He acts like I'm holding a gun to his head!"

"Roger, dad's not trying to be controlling. He was the same way with me, but....once he saw that I still loved him and that didn't change then he became more casual with it."

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation. "Susan, I'd like to talk to Roger alone please." Susan excused herself and now once again Roger and Jack were forced to talk. "Hey," Roger gave a nod.

"Roger, I know that sometimes we face challenges in life that make us tighten up...for example, bullies. They can make anyone feel scared. And I just want you to know that you can talk to me about anything......although I do have one question...who's Jennifer?"

Roger's gut grabbed ahold of his throat. "What? Jennifer?" "Is she a girl you like?" Roger's eyes blazed fire inside. He's never told anyone about a Jennifer.....only his journal.

That was it. Roger's vivid green eyes became ones of dilated fury. "Tell you anything?! You'll just go through my journal anyway! What next, bug my bedroom with some stupid baby monitor?!"

Jack blinked in shock at the sudden change in his son's demeanor. "Don't talk to me like that Roger, and definitely don't yell at me,"

"What about the way you invade my personal space? No one's obligated to do anything that extreme in the name of 'love' if that's what you're going to say," Roger hissed. "Okay, first off Roger, I do those things from genuine love. I love you and love spending time with you and talking....I want my little boy back,"

"I'm not your little boy anymore!" Roger said, through gritted teeth, "I've got my own life now, and friends and interests rather than reading Peter Rabbit or suckling down warm milk with cookies and having their 'boo-boo's' kissed or their cheeks pinched. I don't need my hand held with this super cheesy grin and these nostalgic memories of baby Roger doing this, baby Roger doing that...God, I can't stand that! You treat me like a baby and....I can't take it anymore!"

"Well I don't like my own son treating me like I'm nothing more but a nuisance in his life! I can't stand it when you ignore me, dismiss me or just plain old strategize to get away from me! And I know this has to be coming from those friends of yours and that girl too! Why else?!" Jack said that last part out loud to himself.

"See, right there! You can't stand the thought of me growing up so you blame everyone like I'm on this downfall when really it's you losing control dad! You're insulated at my having my own life and cutting off the dependence from you!"

"Roger," Jack warned. "Stop it!"

"It's my life! And you can't take that away from me!" Jack frowned even harder, "I never was!"

"You just say that but real-"

"I'M INSULATED WHEN YOU CUT ME OUT OF IT! NO ROGER IT'S NOT EASY FOR ME TO ACCEPT! AND DO YOU KNOW WHY? IT'S BECAUSE THE MORE WORLD YOU EXPLORE, THE MORE I DISAPPEAR! HOW CAN YOU GIVE UP SOMEONE YOU LOVE WITH YOUR WHOLE HEART AND SOUL?!" Jack put his hands over his mouth in utter disgust with himself for screaming at the top of his lungs at his own child.

But Roger still kept a rigid frown on his face, but not one of anger....more of concern and aghast. "Wow." He said silently. "I-I'm sorry Roger....I shouldn't have lost my temper."

Roger looked down, "Me neither......I love you too though." Jack rubbed his eyes, "Thank you."

"You won't disappear.....I mean....I'll probably still need you." Roger's lungs became heavy.....the floor became watery and the walls thick and small again. Jack looked sadly into his son's eyes. One minute, those eyes were filled with anger and frustration to how to express such a deep rooted sorrow in a way for Roger to understand.

The walls kept closing in, and the feeling of suffocation and rising waters hit Roger again...it was now or never. The beast and his father were now all waiting for his culminating decision.

"I don't really wanna grow up that fast," The waters still kept getting higher and higher..."I-I want to be treated my age...." Roger was drowning again, the beast swimming after him....claws ready to attack....

"I'm more angry at growing up then I am with you dad. And I'm sorry for being so stupid about it! I love all those things you do for me and I........I could never leave you behind. I love you too much to do that." The waters started receding. The beast now evaporating. Roger's eyes filled with tears that had now dripped onto the floor. The high expectations Roger threw on himself were just out of fear, but not a genuine want. He needed Jack more than ever during this time.

Jack threw his arms around Roger for a tight hug. "I know, I know," He cooed. "I felt that way too. But I promise....it gets better. And I'll give you your space....I'm sorry I read your journal and listened in on your conversations on the phone."

"It's alright dad. I overreacted." Jack kissed Roger's forehead. "Can I still kiss you?" Roger smiled and nodded. The two shared a long hug. "How about we get some food into that tummy of your's?"

The thought of food sent Roger rushing downstairs for a sandwich. He hadn't eaten all day. Jack smiled to himself before walking after Roger. The thought of Roger growing up didn't seem so tense anymore....out of anything, Jack was ready for it. And so was Roger.

*This one was soooooo good because it really highlighted the inner demons that both Jack and Roger faced.*

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alwayslovingharry · 2 years ago

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With You All The Time

A/N: Hi, yes I'm aware that I've disappeared again for another month, but I've had some family problems, I've started university and I've been very distracted from writing, although I have been reading and reblogging stuff on Tumblr.

But the other day I went to see DWD and I loved it. The movie is beautiful and it's not as bad as the reviews make it out to be, Florence was perfect and Harry was great. Before I saw it, I had my own theories about what would happen and… I was a little bit wrong. Based on my theories and the movie I've spent this afternoon writing a… DWD fix-fic? I don't know if anyone will like it but I thought it might appeal to someone looking for a more romantic ending, although I'm also leaving it very open in this story (maybe a part 2? depends on how you treat it…).

About my other stories? Even I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm trying to balance my day to day life a bit at the moment and I don't have a definite writing schedule. I let things flow, so I'd rather not make any promises…

Now I hope you like it and… I don't know if you'll be interested in a second part or something. As always, you are free to comment, like and reblog.

PAIRING: Jack Chambers (Harry Styles) x Alice Warren (Florence Pugh)

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

WARNING: Obviously, spoilers for Don't Worry Darling, if you haven't seen the movie and don't want any spoilers please don't continue, or take the consequences of doing it…there may also be a little angst and a little swearing, but nothing out of the ordinary.

SUMMARY: Hearing Jack humming the song that was in her head has made Alice remember everything…

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"AHH..." you fall to the ground, your head spinning as all the memories come flooding back as you hear Jack humming.

You and Jack walking out of the cinema, walking holding each other down that alleyway to the parking where you had parked your car. You remember the prick in your arm, the thud against the ground as you fall, the screams of Jack and the other men, their hands on your body...the silence in the dark.

"Alice?"

"No!" you scream "Don't!"

Chills run through your body and tears run down your cheeks. You hear Jack's hurried footsteps coming from the hall, your head spins and feels like it's going to explode. You can't help but groan in pain.

"It's okay. Alice, you're having another episode. Just take a deep breath." he keeps talking to you, his voice getting closer and closer. "It's okay. Just breathe, Alice."

You remember how they changed your clothes and laid you down on a bed, how they strapped you to it and put you on all those IVs and monitors. And finally the device they put on your eyes, how uncomfortable it was until...you saw Jack again but on a train to Boston in the 50s.

"That's good. Just breathe" he says as he sees your breathing relaxing "That's good."

You want to scream, hit something, cry...and seeing Jack in front of you doesn't help calm you down when you finally turn to see him.

"What did you do?" his face completely changes expression, turning serious and confirming to you that he knows what's going on.

You stare at each other for a few seconds, before he tries to approach you. You stand up quickly and turn around the kitchen island to avoid him.

"Alice, please, just stay calm." you rest your hands on the fridge, feeling dizzy and your head can't help but try to connect everything that has happened to you and what you've seen. "It's going to be okay, I can explain."

"What the fuck is going on?"

"Look at me, you're my wife. I love you."

"What the hell is going on."

"I love you." he says again and you finally decide to answer him, because if he really loved you this wouldn't be happening.

"Oh no, no. No. You can't say that, you don't love me." you say as you walk out of the kitchen, away from him.

"Don't do that. Don't do that. Just think!" he chases after you as you keep repeating that he doesn't love you." Think about your life and what you actually want."

You stop to look at him and he stands a couple of steps away from you, also looking at you. You can't believe he's done this, it's Jack, the guy who always said he was going to take care of you. Not some crazy guy who would put you in a place like this and treat you like you were just a doll to him.

"You're a psycho. I had a life, you took my life." for a moment you think he's going to argue with you, but he stands still looking at you. "You made me feel like I was crazy...I came to you and you made me think I was fucking crazy."

"Alice, I'm so sorry" he kneels down in front of you and you look away, you can't look at him. "But they told me they would hurt you, I did all this so you'd be okay."

"You put me in here, you let them put me in here and then you let them treat me like I was crazy, you treated me like I was crazy and you let them hurt me, Jack." you stand in silence until you hear Jack sniffle and you turn to look at him, he's crying like you've never seen him and you wish you could hug him, but you can't bring yourself to fall.

"I'm so fucking sorry, you're right, this is all my fault, everything they've done to you is my fault." he sobs. "I couldn't find any work and I just wanted to find a way for you to stop taking the extra hours at the hospital, and I found that podcast and...it's all my fault."

You know you shouldn't do this, that a moment ago you didn't want to be around him, but seeing him so vulnerable and so broken hurts. It's Jack, you know he loves you, that he would do anything for you. You sigh before you move closer to him and let him hug your waist as he hides his head in your stomach.

"I just sent them an email asking for more information about the programme, I swear I didn't do anything else. "He says against your dress. "I listened to the podcast and it seemed like it might be a good idea, I just wanted you to stop working your ass off for both of us, I wanted to take care of you. "

What he says disorients you, you thought Jack was to blame for you being here, but from what he says it doesn't add up. You bring your hands to his hair, the little curls he has in this reality feel much softer than his usual straight hair. He lifts his head from your dress, revealing his red eyes. A tear falls down his cheek and you move a hand away from his hair to wipe it away, leaving that hand on his cheek.

"I want you to tell me the whole truth, what this place is, what happened and why we are here," you say quietly and he nods.

"It's a virtual reality that Frank and his wife have invented where anyone who wants to can live an ideal life," he begins. "I found a podcast where they explained that this place could be a second chance, but they didn't give many details about how the programme worked, so I wrote to them."

He looks at you so sincerely that you can't help but believe him.

"It had been a month and I thought they would never get back to me, so I forgot about it. The day of the cinema, when they drugged you and forced me to go with them I was so scared, I thought they were going to kill us until Frank showed up and explained to me that they needed a couple to test the invention for the first time. He told me that they had been watching us and that we looked like the perfect couple, when he explained how it all worked I told him that you wouldn't think it was a good idea and that I was rejecting his proposal...but he told me that if I didn't agree to do it, they would hurt you...Alice, I'm so sorry I got you into this."

He rests his head on your stomach again and you place your hands in his hair again, tugging on it lightly.

"So you let them put me in here."

"I just wanted to protect you." he whispers back. "And you seemed happy until you started to suspect everything."

"Until you started treating me like a crazy person."

"I never wanted you to feel like you were crazy." he lifts his head again and you drop your arms, taking your hands out of his hair.

"You let them take me to a place where they gave me electroshocks because they said I was crazy, even I thought I really was. "

"Frank told me it was that or they'd kill you, I had no choice."

And with that you burst into tears, turning away as you bring your hands to your face to cover your sobs. You stop feeling Harry's arms around your waist for a few seconds before you notice how he hugs your shoulders behind your back, resting his head in the hollow between your neck and shoulder.

"You mean everything to me, you're my whole life and I love you, I'd do anything for you. You know that?" he whispers in your ear and you nod slowly." I don't want you to push me away, I don't want you to leave me, I want you to be happy."

Without pulling away from his embrace, you turn, your faces just inches apart. "I love you but I want to go back, I want to go home, I want to have the life we had before."

He looks at you for a few seconds before bringing his thumb to your lips, caressing them as he usually does, smiling at the same time.

"I love you and if that's what you want I'll do everything I can to get us out of here," you immediately place your arms around his shoulders and hug him, burying your head in his chest. "Let me take care of it. Don't worry, darling."

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Thanks for reading and I hope you liked it, please leave any comments or leave a like it if you enjoyed it.

See you soon :)

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freedomfireflies · 2 years ago

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Masterlist!

Series:

~ Teach Me* | BestFriend!Harry

Harry needs a little practice in the art of Eating Pussy, and who better to ask for help than his best friend? You.

~ Mine* | MafiaBoss!Harry

Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has been a little neglectful of his most prized possession. But he's found the perfect way to make it right.

~ One for the Money* | CEO!Harry

Working as an assistant for the CEO of a large corporation doesn't always pay the bills. So, you've turned to OnlyFans in an attempt to rake in a little extra cash. Unbeknownst to you...your boss, Harry Styles, is an avid subscriber.

~ 404* | Nerd!Harry

The one where you and Harry are software engineers on a project for Juno Inc. And you can’t fucking stand each other.

~ Knockout* | Boxer!Harry

The one where Harry is a handsome stranger who always comes to your diner covered in bruises.

~ Infinite You* | Open Relationship!Harry

The one where Harry is in an open relationship with your best friend, and maybe you have more in common than you realized.

~ iFall for Harry* | Famous!Harry

You text an unknown number, hoping it to be the guy you met at the bar. The man that answers instead seems to be quite the upgrade.

~ Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister* | Famous!Harry

You and Harry wake up after a wild, drunken night to find out you’re more than strangers. You’re married.

~ Rumours* | Harry Styles x Reader

One-Shots inspired by Harry Styles and Fleetwood Mac songs. A story about a couple finding their way through a devastating break-up.

One-Shots:

~ Jack Shit* (Pt. 2* | Pt. 3*)

In which Jack Chambers is not a selfish, egotistical man-child with raging control issues that apparently wants to climb into Alice's womb like she's his mommy, but instead just a regular guy with a different set of control issues.

~ The Angel and the Fae | (angel!harry)

The one where Harry is an angel that falls in love with a garden fairy. And even the heavens can't keep you apart.

~ Stuck with You* | (enemies!harry)

You and Harry have been assigned to a case halfway across the country. And getting stuck for over twelve hours in a car with him is nothing short of excruciating. But having to share a bed with him? A fate worse than death. (aka: enemies to lovers + one bed trope!)

~ Bite Me* | (vampire!harry)

The one where your boyfriend, Harry, is a vampire. And you wish you could feel what he felt.

~ Overdrive* | (street racer!harry)

The one where it’s 1969 and Harry likes to drive really, really fast.

~ Teenage Dirtbag* | (frat!harry)

The one where Harry's popular, cool, and everything you aren't. And maybe you want to keep him your dirty, little secret.

~ Pillow Talk* | (ex!harry)

The one where you and Harry both have insomnia, and decide to spend one very strange night together.

~ The Playboy* (1965 playboy!Harry)

The one where you’re a Playboy Bunny and Harry is Hugh’s assistant. The one person you aren’t allowed to love.

Blurbs:

~ Blurb Masterlist

Collection of blurbs and drabbles for Harry Styles, Dylan O'Brien, and Chris Evans

Credit for the amazing dividers to @firefly-graphics

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lovecanyon · 2 years ago

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OMG WHAT ABOUT WHEN AICE ASKS ABOUT JACK BEING HOME AND HER BEING “ASLEEP” AND THE READER IS THERE

Bruised Neck and Swollen Lips

jack chambers x frank’s wife

MASTERLIST | PATREON

“I was here when you got here?” Alice questions her husband as she walks into the kitchen.

“Yeah you were asleep in the bedroom.” Jack nods his head and almost immediately Alice notices the woman behind him. Y/N was here.

The blonde takes a deep breath in, trying to remember what happened before she woke up in her bedroom. Her brain was still scattered with visions she had of the town especially of her swimming at the Victory town pool.

“You have a good nap Alice?” Y/N smiles turning around wearing the same apron as Jack. She had a glass bowl in her hands, most likely helping him cook.

But what caught most of Alice’s attention was the big purple mark on Y/N’s neck. The bruised skin seemed fresh. It also didn’t help that Jack’s lips were swollen and red, like he’s been kissing someone for hours—which in reality he was doing.

Alice wishes she never moved to Victory.

“Y/N?”

Her husband’s mistress looks up with a small smile.

“You have something on your neck.” Alice points out making Jack swiftly drop a glass bowl. The loud shattering sound made Alice jump but Y/N stayed still.

Turning her head, Y/N faces Jack and tells him to clean up the broken glass bowl. Alice almost assumes Jack is going to say no until he nodded at Y/N and bent down onto his knees. She was sort of shocked. Out of all the times she asked her husband to clean he’s always started an argument with her.

Yet when Y/N asked him to pick up the glass bowl from the floor, he nodded and Alice was pretty sure she saw a grin on his face.

“Yeah well you know how men can be.” Y/N smirks glancing down at Jack on his knees.

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jeyramarie · 2 years ago

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Next door neighbor- Alice Chambers x Reader

summary: the Victory project might be messing with Alice’s head but at least one person believes her.

wc: 1,132

warnings: cursing, angst, make out sesh

a/n: i couldn’t wait 🥲 ive had this idea since the first trailer came out 😂 and since, ofc, i haven’t seen the movie there will be a few things that aren’t going to fit perfectly into the actual plot, let just imagine it does 😂 its a bit short but not knowing what happens limits me a lot 🙃

without further ado, lmk if you guys like it, feedback is appreciated and happy reading 🦋

It was a bright day at Victory when Alice woke up to get started on breakfast. She did that every morning. It was her routine. She would wake up, make breakfast and have it ready for her husband, Jack, so he could eat before going to work. Alice would walk him out and bring his lunch box out to the car before he drove.

Alice wasn’t the only one. Every other wife did it as well. She looked to her left and her right, to see women standing at the driveway, waving at their husbands as they drove away in unison. Bunny was to her right with her usual cigarette but there was a woman to her left that Alice had never seen before. She wore a silk pink robe with her hair pinned up in rollers and she was barefoot.

Out of everyone Alice had already met there, no one has captured her attention so quickly. The way stray hairs would fall on her face. The way her freckles shone against the sunlight. The way her eyes seemed so kind and pure. The way her lips were naturally as red and seemed as soft as rose petals. Alice knew she shouldn’t be staring that way. She was married to Jack, this whole new way of thinking was just outrageous and-

“Good morning!” A soft voice called out, making Alice blink rapidly to see the woman staring at her. “Hello!” She waved.

“Hi!” Alice shouted back with a smile.

“I’m Y/n! I just moved here with my husband, Henry!”

“I’m Alice, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” The blonde waved.

“Would you and your husband like to come over for dinner tonight?!” Y/n asked, fidgeting with her fingers as she bit her lip.

“I’m sure Jack would love to.” Alice smiled. “We’ll be over around 7, if that’s alright?”

“That’s perfect.” She smiled as she began to walk towards the door. “I will see you both tonight, it was great meeting you!”

“You too!”

Her door closed, leaving Alice on her driveway with a blushy smile. She walked back inside and continued her day to day chores. She cleaned the bed sheets, vacuumed the house, cleaned the dishes, cooked dinner, cleaned the bathroom and finally, watered the plants. Alice’s mind began to wonder. Wonder why she had to stay inside most of the time? Why does every wife have to stay inside?

And Jack never seemed to help with her questions. He would always dodge Alice’s questions. He would always gaslight her into believing that her thoughts were crazy. That she was losing her mind. But thankfully, she had met Y/n now.

After that dinner, they became inseparable. They would be over at each other’s houses all the time. If you couldn’t find Alice at her house, she was at Y/n’s and vice versa. They would go to the community pool with Bunny and her kids sometimes.

They would also gather up at her terrace for a small cocktail evening before Jack and Henry arrived from work. In other words, they were best friends. Even though Alice felt about Y/n in a different way. A way she had never felt about anyone else. Not even Jack.

“There’s something going on here.” Alice whispered, sitting across from Y/n while visiting her to have their evening lemonade. “They’re trying to control us, everyone is.”

“What are you talking about, Alice?” Y/n asked with fear in her eyes.

“This Victory thing, this whole thing is a project.” She replied, moving her finger around them. “Frank is trying to control us and he’s trapping us here.”

“Why would he trap us here?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know.” Alice replied as she stood up while running her hands through her hair. “I don’t know, maybe.. maybe he just wants to control our actions a-and our thoughts. I don’t know, Y/n! All I know is that we have to get out of here.”

“What about Jack and Henry?” Y/n asked with teary eyes.

“They know what’s going on, Y/n.” The blonde muttered as she walked slowly to the y/h/c before kneeling in front of her to grab her hands. “They’re trying to control us too… we have to get out of here and I’m not leaving without you..”

Y/n remained quiet, letting tears run down her freckles cheeks. Alice couldn’t stand the sight of seeing her cry so she lifted her hand and cupped her cheek, brushing the tears away. The y/n/c stood up and walked into the kitchen.

She placed her hands on the counter and took deep breaths as she stared at the ground. Alice stood up, immediately turning to her. Her heart screamed to go comfort her but her mind stopped her. Not knowing if Y/n felt that kind of trust.

“Y/n, I know this sounds crazy and outrageous but I know what I saw.” Alice began, walking slowly towards Y/n. “I went into headquarters a-and I saw what they wanted to do with us. I saw why they wanted to trap us here.”

The blonde walked closer and slowly placed her hands on Y/n’s waist before putting her forehead against her shoulder. She didn’t flinch or tense at her touch. Instead, Y/n seemed to relax. She tilted her head slightly back, purposely touching Alice with a relieved sigh.

“I have felt trapped ever since I married Henry.” Y/n whimpered with a sniffle. “And ever since I met you, I have felt nothing but freedom.”

Alice lifted her head and slowly turned her, looking into her eyes before lifting her hands to wipe away the remaining tears. Y/n stared into the blonde’s green eyes, falling into a deep trance. She lifted her hands, placing them around Alice’s wrists. They stood in silence for a bit before they both started to slowly lean into each other until Alice gathered up all her courage to finally kiss Y/n.

The kiss was soft and slow almost as if they were afraid to break each other. Y/n cupped Alice’s cheeks as the blonde trailed her hands down to her waist, pulling the y/h/c closer to press their bodies together. Yn moaned against the blonde’s lips before wrapping her arms around her shoulders. They never parted from each other. The kiss was growing in passion every passing second. Their hands ran around each other’s bodies, desperate to finally feel what they've been imagining for some time.

“Let’s go.” Y/n whispered after parting from the kiss. “I’ll go with you.” She nodded.

Alice smiled and chuckled before pulling the y/h/c in for another kiss. “We’re getting out of here… I promise.”

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