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waiter! waiter! more phineas and ferb reader pls!
I wonder how the batfam would react once they catch reader inventions on a random tuesday, like, "hm, what a nice day to look out on the window and HOLY SHIT WHY IS THERE A GIANT ROBOT SPITING FIRE WHILE RIDING A ROLLERCOASTER IN MY BACKYARD???"
the events that would follow this incident would be funny and exasperating, me thinks
also, wouldn't it be funnier if Perry the Platypus was part of the JL? and like, no one knows his identity but Superman, and neither of them are willing to talk about it-
I know it would be very unlikely, since everyone there would have enough neurons to recognize a platypus with and without a hat, but for the sake of shit and giggles, just think of how funny that would be
welp, I needed to get that outta ma chest, I hope I at least made you laugh a little, because seriously this is one of the best ideas I've seen in this tag and I can't stop thinking and giggling about it
Stay well!
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first: i was not expecting this concept to be so popular!! the responses i've gotten from everyone are so amazing!!  ( âžâžÂŽêł`âžâž) thank you for the ask, anon!! it always makes my day.
i am formally announcing that i will be turning phineas and ferb reader into a fic now. it's too good a concept to pass up. something more light-hearted to work between the other fics i'm writing.
batfamily finding out about reader's whacky inventions would be an event. it so wholeheartedly shatters the image they had of reader to the point they just have to sit with what the hell just happened for a while before they even consider what to do about you next. still so many things that don't make sense. their newest case is how the fuck did we go this long without finding out (Y/N) has been building mechas in our backyard and why are those things always gone when it's convenient.
then the realizations just start dropping on them like an anvil on a looney tunes character. and they kinda feel like shit, cause how did they not notice? really puts into perspective how they've neglected you all this time. so many stunts you pulled right under their nose, on their backyard, their garage, throughout gotham and metropolis. ok, were out there being creative and amazing and you sure know how to spend the wayne family money, they'll give you that, but it was so irresponsible of you! who knows what could've gone wrong. you're not like them! you're a civilian with no training, the only regular teenager in the family, you're the last person who should be exposing themselves doing all that.
bruce goes off on you, screaming about how could you be so reckless, you did all of this behind his backâ what? what do you mean he gave his permission? and he is floored, devastated, blood pressure up, when you remind him of every instance you dropped by his office with a document for him to sign or to ask for permission, with proof as you pull out every paper he put his signature without a second look.
and that, ladies and gentlemen, is when reader's dynamic with the batfam does a complete 180 and their little yandere antennae start going off. no more whacky cartoonish shenanigans. at least not without proper supervision. they know you're not a fan of this new arrangement, but you gotta understand they let you go unchecked for way too long! they'll drown you in family activities so you don't even have to worry about it. who wants to build a teleportation machine, anyway? just join them for family movie night.
as for perry, that is going to take them a while longer to figure out. bruce just can't stand another insane discovery, so when batman sees an intelligent platypus wearing a fedora and walking on two feet on justice league headquarters (if we're going by the idea that he's a part of JL), he's just going to think "my kid has a pet platypus. huh."
oh, consider:
dick: "damian, you knew all this time?! our sibling could've gotten into serious trouble! why didn't you tell us about this?"
damian: stares into the camera like he's in the office.
#anonymous#asks.#yandere batfamily#yandere batfam#yandere batfamily x reader#yandere batfam x reader#yandere batman#platonic yandere#platonic yandere x reader
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I canât find many fics with thisâŠbut would you maybe be willing to right poly marauders x werewolf reader?
Not in like a super angsty way. Maybe just like the morning after the full moon and Sirius and James are teasing reader and Remus because âyou guys are like puppies chasing after bunnies.â Or maybe like prep for the moon and wow all the chocolate is gone itâs barely been a day.
I love this! thanks for the request, I hope I did it justice <3
poly!marauders x werewolf!reader post full-moon [836 words]
CW: fem!reader, post-moon care, werewolves being giant goofy baby dogs, James being doting, sirius being soft af [my kryptonite], Remus being stupid in love
His eyes - though obviously clear and clean of any blood, sweat, or debris - feel like they are crusted over. His chest feels like itâs being weighed down by a herd of erumpants. And his mouth tastes like acid and iron.
But the first thing from his mouth is the sound of your name as it rips through the sandpaper that's coating his throat, blindly feeling around on the bed whilst refusing to open his eyes.Â
âEasy, Rem.â James whispers, and Remus can feel gentle fingers card through his hair. âSheâs okay.â
âWhere is she?â Remus croaks, still blindly searching for you even though it has become clear Remus wonât find you there.
âSheâs right here, Moons.â He hears Sirius murmur, further from him than James is, which makes him too far away.Â
Remus finally wrenches his eyes open and turns his head on his pillow, his neck cracking audibly as he finally spots the bed youâre situated in.
If Remus didnât know better, heâd think it rather looked like Sirius was the one in the hospital wing; laying back on the bed, his head propped up comfortably on the stack of pillows meant for you whilst you were situated between his legs, your cheek smooshed up against his chest that rose and fell in time with his breathing.Â
But Remus does know better.
âWhatâre you doing in her bed?â Remus grumbles, but the inflection is more a result of his current state and less to do with any real ire. Heâd be lying if he didnât admit how sweet a picture it painted; Siriusâ onyx hair fanned out against the white of the pillow cases, the sun warming a few strands ever so slightly causing them to appear a chocolatey brown as your breathing continued in perfect rhythm. You seem so content, so secure, so loved that even whilst unconscious, you lean into them with your full trust.
âSame thing Jamieâs doing in yours.â Sirius responds breezily around a yawn, and Remus looks up to notice that James is actually perched on the head of his bed looking down at him - like he hung, well, the moon - massaging at his scalp that Remus swore saw any residual tension seeping from his body with every stroke of Jamesâ careful fingers.Â
âShe okay?â Remus asks then, letting his eyes fall closed as Sirius lets out a indignant scoff.Â
ââCourse she is, weâre not new here.â He sneers playfully at Remus, pulling you closer to him by the shoulders when you shift in your sleep and brushes his hand up and down your back in broad strokes; Remus is sure it feels heavenly.
âWeâre fine too, by the way.â James teases as he leans down to press a kiss to Remusâ forehead. âNot like we were the ones doing all the hard work last night or anything.â
âHard work.â Remus snorts. âIâm sorry; did your bones bend and break, and did your skin stretch and snap twice?âÂ
âNoâŠâ James admits, though itâs Sirius who continues the banter.Â
âWe were just in charge of chasing two giant, hyperactive puppies through the forest all night.â
âWeâre not puppies.â
âYes you are.â Sirius laughs, though Remus can tell - for Siriusâ part - heâs working very hard to dim his brightness in an attempt to keep you sound and not wake you. It makes Remusâ heart swell. âDollyâs afraid of her own sodding shadow and yelped at every snapping twig, requiring plenty of reassurance, and Moony spent about twenty minutes chasing his own tail before he fell head first into a tree when he got dizzy.âÂ
âThatâs not true, is it?â Remus whispers to James who quickly offers him an apologetic smile.
ââFraid so, Moons. The two of you also had what I swore was a howling contest last night, too.â
âOh my gods.â Sirius laughs as he recalls the memory. âMoonyâs voice actually cracked like a teenage boy going through puberty, and Dollyâs voice was completely hoarse by the time we convinced the two of you to knock it off.â
âSheâs not going to be able to speak more than a whisper for the next foreseeable future.â James adds, looking equal parts fond, exasperated, and sympathetic for you as they watch you push your face into Siriusâ chest.Â
âWeâll make her tea.â Sirius declares, his own voice but a whisper as he holds you close, eyes far away as if heâs focusing especially hard on keeping you comfortable and sleeping soundly.
âWith lots of honey.â Remus agrees quietly, smile growing when Siriusâ eyes meet his and crinkle in the corners.
âPandora told me she has a recipe for lavender tea; could be nice to try after a moon, hm?â James offers.
âYouâd probably like that too, hey Moons? Lavender tea.â Sirius asks.Â
And Remus couldnât deny that he would probably like just about anything so long as he was able to enjoy it with the three of you; pre- and post-moons, recovering in the hospital wing, watching paint dry, steeping teaâŠwhatever.
 âYeah, Pads.â He admits. âI think I would.â
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sweetheart
obsessed!pervy!roommate!geto x f!reader
cw: roommates with tension to lovers, pervert geto, heâs kinda insane lol.., tracking, obsession, piv sex, kinda angry sex, creampie, possessiveness, panty stealing/sniffing/licking, NOT PROOFREAD IM JUST HORNNNYYY đđ
notes:part of my obsessed!geto series hehe, not completely the same as my hcs, but it kinda just combines all of them as best as i can đ«Ł
ââă»àš ⊠à§ă»ââ
âcare to explain, suguru?â
you were holding up three pairs of your panties, dangling it in the air in front of geto as heâs standing in the doorway of his room.
ââă»àš ⊠à§ă»ââ
youâd moved in with geto nearly three months ago. you thought it was too good to be true, the rent was a little too cheap and the apartment looked somehow nicer in person. you knew suguru, he was close friends with satoru whoâd been nothing but kind to you your whole time in high school and now in college as well.
suguruâs aura seemingly changed after the first month of you two living with eachother. you felt his eerie, purple eyes boring into your space and your eyes. you felt the air around you almost tense up when you mentioned guys. it was like he was gripping your soul sometimes.
of course, he knew you were looking back at him as well. when he got out of the shower and his towel was clinging onto his abs. maybe even when he came back from the gym and untied his slicked back hair while his black locks fell onto his muscular shoulders.
one night on your birthday when you both came back from your birthday dinner, heâd given you a special present, a small heart locket. he held his breath as he stood behind you, clicking it into place as he watched how every hair fell from its root in your scalp, how smooth your nape was, how your delicate hand held your hair out of the way.
he had hid a small, unnoticeable tracker inside the locker, tucked away in small details carved into the heart. the way you were carved into his.
he was whipped for you
however, naive of the deeper issues that were lying under your nose, for the past few weeks, you noticed that your underwear had been going missing at a concerning rate. itâd gone from reasonable to unexplainable and it pissed you off. honestly, you wouldnât have even expected it was geto until he slipped two days ago.
youâd been running around the apartment, checking under tables and in drawers for your missing undergarments that you set out on your bed as you prepared a bath. you groaned before calling out for him
âsugu, have you seen my underwear?â you yelled while pacing the living room, hoping heâd hear you from his room.
âno, i dont even go near your bedâ
you huffed, turning away before taking out an old one from the bottom of your underwear drawer until it hit you.
how would he know it was on your bed if he didnât go in?
ââă»àš ⊠à§ă»ââ
there you were, snooping through his closet when you found exactly what you were looking for, your missing panties. you picked up a fraction what was hidden away in his closet and called out for him while you held them up. he came quickly, stopping at his doorframe as he watched you with the stolen undergarments.
you knew he wasnât stupid, i mean, he had kept it going for so long. maybe he let it slip on purpose , maybe he wanted you to catch him.
âshiiit, looks like your laundry got in the wrong room,â he chuckled, wiping the shocked expression off his face before stepping into the room, âlemme put that in the laundry basket for yââ
âhell no!â, you shrieked, pulling your panties away, âyouâre the reason why theyâve gone missing!â
geto bit the inside of his cheek before sighing and throwing his hands up, âyou think they just grew legs? yes, it was me. think about it, sweetheart, who else would it be? the boogeyman?â
your jaw dropped at his words while he quietly laughed at his own joke. heâs perverted and corny. you hadnât expected such a straightforward response from him. did this man have no shame? he stared at you while you were trying to find the words.
âcat got your tongue? i like you, sweetheart,â he lowered his hands as he grinned, his eyes traveling to the little locket he gifted you, âhope youâre not mad at me, i mean, iâve seen your browser history, mânot the only person with some fucked up kinksââ
you threw your panties to the side before walking up to him. fuck it. grabbing him by his plain black shirt, you pulled him down and crashed your lips against his. he smiled against your lips, leaning into you before you pushed him away again.
âyou asshole! youâre so weird, stealing my underwear when you couldâve just opened pornhub,â you huffed, wiping your mouth and chin with your sleeve.
ârunning away so soon?â he smiled as you turned away. you wished you could punch him in the mouth.
âyes.â you flatly stated as you try to push past him. he caught your wrist, pulling you back into his chest as he wraps his arms around your torso.
âdonât go, sweetheart. i know you want me,â he leaned in, taking a short sniff of your hair before he rested his chin on your head.
âi donât wantââ
âthen pull away. iâll stop everything, leaving you alone, and pretend nothing happened,â he mumbled, pulling away and holding you by your shoulders. his eyes bore into your face as your eyes wandered elsewhere, ignoring his gaze.
âuse your words, baby,â he whispered, his hand coming up to cup your face as you unconsciously lean into him.
âi-i do..â you admit, looking down in shame.
âaww, baby, sâokay..â he chuckled, bringing you back into his arms as he squeezed you, âi know, i know.. donât be embarrassed, iâm sorry for taking your panties,â
it felt like he was babying you but you couldnât help but reciprocate his actions, slowly returning the embrace. you look back up to him, his eyes already on you as you go on your tippy-toes, capturing his lips.
âi want you, suguâ
ââă»àš ⊠à§ă»ââ
geto wastes no time, throwing you gently onto the bed as tugs your pajama shorts off, prying your legs open as he smiles as the small damp spot on your panties. embarassed, you try closing your legs but he keeps them open, clicking his tongue in faux annoyance.
he dips his head in, pressing his nose up against your little clit, rubbing it a little as you whimper. he sharply inhales, whining from your scent before his tongue darts out to taste your slick on your panties.
âs-sugu!â you yelp, jolting from the feeling of his tongue and how shameless geto was being
âshh, shh, jus lemme do it,â he whispered, his tongue darting back out to lick back and forth from your clit to your clothed pussy. he pulled back finally, to admire how sheer your little panties had gotten before he pressed his nose in one last time, whining as he inhaled the mess he caused.
he stood back up, gesturing for you to sit up on the edge of the bed, guiding your hand to his crotch. you look up at him for approval before he nods, your hand cupping his erection before unzipping it, his black boxers doing nothing to hide his huge cock.
there was a small trail of black hair making your mouth water, a stairway to heaven, or maybe hell. you cautiously pulled his boxers down, his hard cock springing out as his tip slapped against his tummy.
geto hissed as his cock finally spring free, watching you wrap your hand around it. he couldnât believe his eyes, heâd been fantasizing about this for weeks, seeing his little roommate beneath him, seeing you finally accept him in.
the moment you wrapped your lips around his cock, he couldnât do it anymore. he already felt like he was going to cum in your mouth and heâd be damned if his first time in you wasnât in your little pussy.
pushing you down again on the bed, he yanked your panties off, giving your clit a small spank as you gasped.
âplease, sweetheart, lemme cum in your pussy first. we can do whatever you want after,â he whined, pumping his cock as he lined himself up to your wet pussy.
you nodded frantically, reaching down to the bottom of his abs and trailing to his neatly cut pines above his cock. he groaned, his eyes rolling back as he pushed inside you.
âf-fuck.. yes, baby, fuck, iâve been wanting this for so l-long..â he groaned, loosing himself in the feeling of your wet heat.
âbeâshit! be quiet suguru.. just fuck me!â you cried
his head snapped up, his cock hardening impossibly more as he moved his hips, suguruâs girthy cock pushing all the way up and kissing your cervix. he loved you this way. being able to submit yet put him in his place, he loved you.
âfuck, fuck, baby, you feel so good!â suguruâs head dipped down, his eyes widening almost maniacally as he watches his special necklace bouncing in tandem with your tits.
he reached down, running his hands over your chest and the necklace as he pounded your pussy mercilessly. suguru moved his hand down, running your clit with his thumb as he watched his cock disappear into your pussy over and over again, making a translucent white ring of juices form around the base of his cock.
his tip was dragging over your g-spot in an almost euphoric way as he groaned profanities in your ear. he ran his tongue along your collarbone, licking up to his neck to leave marks on your neck.
âsay it, sweetheart, say youâre mineâ he pleads with you, his eyes furrowing as he grabs your face gently, making you look at him.
âiâm yours, sugu..â you mumble, drunk on his cock as your drool on his hand.
âuse your big girl voice, baby, âcanât hear youâ
âiâm yours! all yours!â you cry, âf-fuck, sugu iâm gonna cum!â
his pace quickens, continuing to hit your g-spot until all you could see was white.
âcum for me, sweetheart, cum all over my cock.. fuck!â
you unravel on his cock, squirting all over his cock, making him cum as well. his cock shot warm ropes of cum deep into your sweet pussy as he paused, not pulling out just yet. he leaned back, admiring you as he rubbed your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm before giving your tits a small spank as well.
âgood girl, good fuckin girl.. youâre all mine now, sweetheartâ
#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader smut#rina journal đ#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru#geto suguru x reader smut#geto suguru smut#suguru geto smut#suguru geto x reader#suguru geto#geto smut#geto x reader#jjk geto#jujutsu geto#jujutsu kaisen x reader#obsessed!geto
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okay okayy from your prompt list would you consider using âghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smug smirk, making you chase them desperatelyâ and âpulling them closer by their beltâ with franco?
crossing the line - f.c
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prompts: âghosting their lips against yours before pulling back with a smirkâ + âpulling them closer by the beltâ
summary: after a long day together, you and franco relax in his apartment. thereâs been an unspoken attraction between you both, and it finally bubbles over.
WARNINGS: nothing extreme or nsfw, gentle teasing and a make-out.
w.c. 1.2k+
a/n hii all! hereâs a little franco blurb as a treat (esp for @yauchfilms !!) this is my first time writing for him, so i hope you all enjoy. more franco will definitely be on the way. let me know your thoughts via asks/anons, comments or reblogs. <3
it had been a long day. you were currently with franco, lounging in his apartment as what seemed to be indie music hummed softly from his speaker. the lights were dim, casting a warm glow throughout the room that helped bring the more relaxed vibe you were both going for.
it felt comfortable, naturalâ just the two of you winding down together like you usually did after a packed day. but today, it felt different.
in fact lately, there had been an undercurrent of something else.
it was in the way he looks at you when he thinks youâre not paying attention, or in the way he let his hands linger a little longer than considered friendly when he brushes past you. something unspoken, something thatâs been quietly building between you both, as if waiting for a spark to set it off.
you werenât certain about it all, though. it was no secret amongst your social group that you were infatuated with the boy. you feared your own feelings were deluding you, maybe making things up in your mind and justifying it because you had felt the same way.
âyouâre staring at me,â franco murmured, interrupting your train of thought. you noticed how his lips quirked up into a smirk at your reaction, and you shook your head with a small smile.
he wasnât wrong, you were staring at him while deep in thought. it was hard not to though, you felt the need to study his face and the way the light casted shadows upon it.
you wouldnât admit it to him, though.
you scoffed and rolled your eyes at him, allowing the words to fall freely from your lips. âplease, iâve had to see it long enough today,â referring to the fact youâd been glued to each others sides the full day. âyou wish.â
franco chuckled, leaning back against the sofa, as he stretched his arm in that casual, teasing way of his. âwell, maybe i do.â
it was only a few seconds before you felt his hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer towards him. you didnât object of course, allowing yourself to be moved farther into him.
his words hung between the both of you, heavier than you expected them to. it was very franco of him to drop small hints like these, leaving you second guessing yourself as usual. but this time, he didnât pull back. instead, he continued to state into your eyes, an almost.. challenging glint within them. you felt the heat rising to your cheeks, a flutter of anticipation mixed with nerves.
you furrowed your brows at him, biting the inside of your cheek to steady yourself before you spoke up. âdonât start something youâre not going to finish, franco.â
âoh?â he raised his brows, tilting his head lightly to the side and you could see the playful spark light up in his expression. franco leaned in closer, beginning to close the distance between you, his face inches from yours. his voice dropped to a whisper as he murmured, âwhat if i do, corazona?â
your heart was pounding, each beat echoing in your chest as his breath mingled with your own. the closeness along with the term of endearment.. it was beginning to get a little too much. your eyes widened slightly as you watched his gaze flick to your lips before he licked his own, moving his eyes to peer back to yours.
you could barely breathe normally, so much so that the rhythm had become more labored subconsciously as you got caught up in your mind.
you began to lean in, eyes beginning to close as you got ready to settle into the kissâ but it never even happened.
franco had pulled back, smirk painted across his face as mischief lit up his gaze. the teasing lingered in the air, his retreat sparking more frustration within you. he looked so pleased with himself, and you knew he was, the chuckles and comments about the moment were enough to let you know. however, with your frustration came something elseâ adrenaline.
before you had time to think about it your hand was reaching forward, and you grabbed franco by the belt. your fingers curled into the fabric as you pulled him towards you, and it completely wiped the smirk off of his face. it was now franco with the widened eyes and shocked expression, which in turn made you smirk.
there was no time for teasing or dwelling on it though, as you moved your hands up to grab onto his shirt collar before pulling him down to meet your lips.
franco melted into the kiss instantly, moving his from from your shoulder as his hand moved to your face and cupped your cheek. the kiss was soft at first, tentative, like you were both savoring the taste of the moment, this leap of friendship into something more.
the restraint didnât last long, though.
the months of tension, the quiet looks, the playful banterâ it rushed forward all at once, sweeping you both up as the kiss deepened. it slow and intense, every touch adding to the moment. francoâs free hand slid around your waist to your back, pulling you right onto his lap.
you pulled away from the kiss momentarily, resting your forehead against his own. funnily enough, it was franco who was now chasing your lips. he cursed under this breath as he opened his eyes, a small smile on his face.
one of your hands made its way up into francoâs hair, combing your fingers through the back of it as you both sat in silence for a moment longer.
âit was about time,â franco muttered, swallowing thickly as a small chuckle escaped his lips. you rolled your eyes, shaking your head as you sighed at him.
you didnât bother entertaining his teasing, simply muttering a âshut upâ before your lips were back onto his. this kiss became heated much faster than anticipated. you tugged in francoâs hair, which caused a small moan to escape him before his tongue swiped along your bottom lip.
he moved his hand from your face to join his other at your waist for a few moments, before they trailed down to your ass. you pulled back the tiniest bit, muttering âwatch yourselfâ before you leaned back in to continue.
your kisses were hungry, a rhythm of urgency and need, francoâs mouth hot and insistent against yours. you angled your face to continue deepening the kiss, as one of your hands moved to his jaw, holding it tightly.
after a few more moments of the heated makeout, you both pulled backâ breathless with swollen lips. you licked your lips as you breathed heavily, trying to steady it back into its normal pace.
franco stared at you in slight awe at what had just happened, he had never expected you would be the one to finally initiate it. it was something he could get used to, though. and he didnât have to dream about it for long.
within 30 minutes, you were both back in the frenzy of kissing each other like it was vital, like youâd lose each other if you stopped.
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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
I hope all of you enjoy this!đ„șđđ
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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, Billy 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.
ïœĄË ïž¶ïž¶â©ïž¶ïž¶â â Ë ïž¶ïž¶â©
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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iâm not saying this in a mean way, but i really hope with all my heart that everyone posting about community & loving each other right now is wearing a mask in their daily life !! like thatâs one of the most straightforward ways you can take care of the people around you, and keep each other safe!
i know itâs a hard adjustment if youâve stopped masking for awhile because the government/media has been pushing their propaganda about how covid is mild/isnât a threat anymore. itâs scary to accept that a comfort you thought existed was just a lie, but we need to care enough about each other to put in the work of unlearning that propaganda. (and if youâre not sure how to start doing that, feel free to reply to this or send me an ask or DM me ïżŒfor help!!)
we need to be brave enough to build community on actual safety measures and concrete support, not just vibes and empty statements about love and community.
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a family's plea for hope: standing together in the face of war
âIn the past, my life was simple and peaceful, filled with love and safety. We were a family that lived together happily, sharing dreams and laughter. I never imagined that one day just dreaming of peace would feel like a luxury, and just surviving another day would become an achievement.
Today, Iâm Mai, standing here with a broken heart. My mother is sick, and we donât have the resources to help her. I am also unwell, but I have to be strong because my mother and brother need me. My older brother is badly injuredâhe used to be so strong and full of hope for the future, and now he needs someone to stand by him. We have lost everything: our safety, our home, and even the little things that used to make life beautiful.
I miss my old life. I miss the days when we were just a happy family, free from fear and pain. Back then, we looked forward to the future with hope, but now our dreams are simpleâjust to make it through another day together.
Iâm reaching out for support. Weâre fighting every day to survive, but we need someone to stand by us, to give us hope that better days are possible. Every bit of help, every prayer, and every kind word means the world to us. Please, share our story.â âLetâs reach $2k! We just need 25 people to donate $20 each. We can do this!â donate what you're able to or 5$ AT LEAST to her gofundme . for people in countries with weaker currencies, her paypal is also available and they accept any transfer amount. and i know you all afford to give away at least 1$ !
Feel free to spread this message, add your voice, or reblog it to help a family in need. Every share can bring us closer to the support we desperately need.
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and they donât get paid for it they just do it because theyâre having fun and they want to share their joy with you
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so I was reading one of ur high school gf au posts and what about after a fun night with rafe and his back is all red and scratched up bc of ur night together and maybe some teasing rafe from the guys
ârafe wandering around the house with his shirt off, forgetting about the red scratch marks down his back - he just makes her feel so good she can't help it. he only smirks if anyone commentsâ
oh this is so yummy bc you know rafe is wandering around the pool, maybe a little bit drunk and the sun starts to come out. he just wants to feel the sun on his skin and so he takes his shirt off, only to hear whoops and hollers from kelce and topper. heâs so confused, which the boys understand from his expression, so topper decides to help him out a bit.
âgood night, huh rafe?â
at that, rafe became even more confused. good night? it was just a normal night for him, wasnât it? kelce takes the opportunity to join in, loving the opportunity to tease his friend for once.
âman, you look like you got attacked or some shit! bro, your back is raw,â he exclaims.
oh yeah, thatâs what he was up to last night, rafe recalls to himself. so what he has a healthy sex life, he thinks. he makes his girl feel good, enough that she canât contain herself. really, the scratch marks are the tame side. usually, he prefers her to bite into his shoulder if she canât take it, loving the way she clings to him like a lifeline as she cums, but she still seems to enjoy dragging her nails down his back more often than not.
âhaha, very funny. you losers are just jealous because youâre not getting any, huh?â rafe retorted. he couldnât hide the smirk on his face, always pleased to know how good he made his girl feel. the smug grin he was known for shone brightly to his friends.
âoh iâm getting some, but you - i see why youâve got two kids man, youâre giving it to her good!â kelce continued, his tone growing more sleazy as he looked to gain a bigger reaction out of rafe, âyou fuck her like a whore all the time or what man? sheâs scratchi-â
rafe saw topper turn to kelce, trying to intervene before rafe could wreak havoc but he was too late. rafe had crossed over to where kelce sat, gripping the chain around his neck tightly. he was face to face with the younger boy now, furious gaze boring into his skull.
âyou keep your fuckinâ mouth shut, ok kelce? you donât talk about her like that or youâre gonna be running home to your mom with a broken fucking jaw,â rafe spat, his voice low and filled with unbridled contempt, âyou understand?â
âyeah shit man, sorry. my bad, i wonât do it again.â
âgood,â rafe said, delivering a mocking pat to kelceâs cheek as he returned to stand. he faced the pool for a moment before diving in, the refreshing water soothing his anger. as he was underwater, topper shot kelce a look - everyone knew not to talk about rafeâs girl like that, and now, kelce had been reminded exactly why. as kelce shot back a confused look, topper could only slump back on his recliner, an exasperated sigh leaving his mouth. rafe was a lover boy at heart, but he was still hot headed and dangerous when he wanted to be - and today they were reminded of that.
I got a bit carried away with this but I hope you like it! Rafe is such a simp and he wouldnât stand for anyone, even his friends, badmouthing his girl.
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More Munson Than Expected - Eddie Munson x Reader
An As You Wish story
Written with my beloved @munson-blurbs đ
Summary: The ultrasound for your second pregnancy brings a new wave of excitement to the Munson household.
Note: The excitement I have to let this secret out of the bag after cooking it up for over a year is real. I hope you enjoy!
Warnings: pregnant!reader
Words: 4.1k
[As You Wish masterlist]
âEddie, you didnât have to come with me,â you remind him again as he pulls up a chair next to the examination table he just helped you get situated on.
Your husband gives you a disapproving look as he makes himself comfortable in the seat. He shakes his head as he reaches out and takes one of your hands in his.
âDid you really think I was going to miss this?â he asks. âNo way. I was there for Elizaâs first ultrasound, Iâm going to be there for this oneâs too.â
âWhat about the boys?â
Eddie sighs. âI was there for Ryanâs. But I wasnât aware of when Lukeâs was, so I missed it. Donât tell him.â
âI wonât,â you say, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. âHe would know it wasnât your fault, though.â
âYou keep your mouth shut too, hmm?â Eddie leans over and presses a kiss to your emerging bump.Â
âI donât know if he or she developed a mouth yet,â you say, the sanitary paper crinkling beneath you as you try to get comfortable.Â
âNot gonna find out if youâre a he or she,â Eddie continues talking to his developing child. He reaches out and rubs a hand over your stomach. âWanna see you, though. And make sure youâre healthy.â
The door to the examination room swings open, bringing with it the distinct smell of antiseptic. The ultrasound technician walks in and closes the door behind her.
âHello, Mr. and Mrs. Munson,â she greets with a smile. âMy name is Tara and Iâll be doing your ultrasound today. The doctor tells me that you donât want to know the sex. Is that correct?â
âYes,â you respond with a nod. âWe want this one to be a surprise.â
âThat is no problem. Let me just set up here and weâll get started.â
While she gets to work, Eddie helps you as you attempt to tug your shirt up enough to avoid the cold and sticky goo that will inevitably be squirted on your stomach for the ultrasound. Youâre able to tuck it into the underwire of your bra just to be sure that it wonât slide back down and get all messy.Â
One of the sleeves of Eddieâs jumpsuit falls down and he shoves it back up past his elbow. You take in the navy material, your eye tracing over his name sewn on in red thread over his heart.Â
âWhat time are they expecting you back at work?â you ask him.
He shrugs. âThey know where Iâm at. They know it might be a little while.âÂ
âAlright, are we ready?â Tara asks.
âYep.â You offer your hand to Eddie again and he laces his ringed fingers with yours.Â
Tara picks up the bottle of the dreaded goo and squirts a healthy amount on your abdomen. The chill against your skin sends a shiver throughout your body. At least the wand should warm it up as the tech spreads the substance around to get the best view of the baby.Â
To you and your husband it feels like youâre just looking at a black screen with wavy white lines on it. Somehow, everything seems to make sense to Tara as she positions the wand on different parts of your stomach.Â
âOh,â she says at one point, stilling the instrument against your skin. âHere we go.â
A soft but steady thump thump thump fills the air of examination room 5. Tears immediately well up in your eyes. You look at Eddie to see him grinning from ear to ear.Â
With the slightest movement of the wand sliding against the goo, you hear thump thump thump thump thump thump.
âOh wow,â you say through a sniffle. âYou can hear it even better now.â
âSounds strong,â Eddie adds.Â
âActuallyâŠâ Tara trails off.
âWhat?â Eddie asks. You feel his hand tighten in your grip. âItâsâŠnot strong?â
âOh, no, no, itâs very strong. It sounds perfect to me. But I want you to listen.â There are a few moments of silence as the three of you listen to the heartbeat.Â
âIt sounds fast,â you say.
âIt does,â Tara agrees. âBut if you listen, you can hear some of the beats overlapping one another.â
She leans in towards the screen and moves the wand again, just slightly. A smile grows on her face as she spots something in the mess of gray shapes on the machine. âHear it?â she asks.
âYeah, kind of,â Eddie says. âWhat does that mean?â
âWell, if you look here,â she replies, pointing towards what looks like a small blob, âthatâs your baby.â
Pure glee radiates throughout your entire being. Itâs your first glimpse at your and Eddieâs new baby. Another life that the two of you created together. You share a quick loving look with your husband before you both become engrossed in the image on the screen again.
âAnd hereâŠâ Tara says, sliding her finger slightly to the right, âis your other baby.â
The room goes silent save for the sound of the heartbeat. Or rather, heartbeats. Though your ears heard the words, your brain is still processing what they mean. Itâs clearly the same with Eddie, as he stares at Tara just like you are.
âIâm sorry,â Eddie finally says. He chuckles and licks over his lips. âDid you say, âother babyâ?â
âI did, indeed.â Tara taps a few keys on the machine, and it looks like it takes a screenshot. âThere are two babies here. Two distinct heartbeats and two little nuggets showing off to the camera.â
âTwins.â The word comes out of you as a whispered breath. âWeâre having twins.â
âNot just Baby Munson #4,â Eddie adds in a voice as awed as yours. âBaby Munson #5, too.â
âAnd they both appear to be developing well,â Tara says.Â
Eddie laughs. âNo. No, we, uh, weâre not having twins.â He looks down at you, then back at Tara. âWe decided weâre just having one more. Iâm already forty-one, so just the one newborn is already pushing it.â
Tara grins, clearly used to this kind of reaction. âWell, youâd better rest up. Because youâll be a father to two new little ones in a few months.â
Eddie grabs your hand, still stunned by the news. You canât say youâre faring much better, although it does explain why this pregnancy has been so much more intense than when you were expecting Eliza. Part of you feels relieved that it wasnât all in your head. But another partâŠ
âTwins.â The word leaves your lips in an exhale. âWeâreâŠbabe, weâre gonna have five kids. Weâre gonna be a family of seven.â
A clammy hand squeezes yours, and you glance up to see Eddie visibly trembling. âHow am I gonna raise five kids?â He murmurs. âThatâs one more than Harrington, and that dude was pretty much born to be a dad.â
Taraâs brows furrow as she cleans off your belly. âIâll, um, leave you two to discuss.â She starts for the door, then turns around. âTake all the time you need.â
As soon as the door clicks shut, Eddie starts pacing around the tiny exam room. âOkay, okay. Weâre having two babies. At the same time.â
âYes, thatâs generally what happens with twins.â
He rolls his eyes in annoyance. âI could do without your sarcasm right now, Sweetheart. I just found out that Iâm about to out-kid Steve Harrington.â
âOut-kid?â You tuck your lips into your mouth to stifle a laugh.Â
Eddie doesnât pick up on your joking tone. âYes! He has four, and Iâll have five. Five!â He rakes a hand through his hair. âI was barely keeping two alive before you came along, and now Iâm gonna be responsible for five?!â
âFirst of all,â you say, pushing yourself up, âyou were an amazing dad before we got together. Even before I started watching the boys, when you were basically doing it on your own. Give yourself some credit. Second, Ryan will be going to college soon enough, so weâll only have four kids in the house.â
Your attempt at consoling your husband falls flat. âOh my god, Iâm gonna have infants while my oldest is gonna be in college! Iâm supposed to be slowing down, not re-babyproofing the house!â He buries his head in his hands. âWhat were we thinking? And why do you always have to look so hot? I wouldnât be tempted to jump your bones all the time if you werenât so goddamn sexy.â
You sigh. âI mean, youâre the one whoâs always telling me you want to âpump me full of your babies.â Guess now you really did it.â
âHoly shit.â Eddie runs his hands down his face and takes a deep breath. He stands in the same spot, staring at you for a few silent moments before a smile begins to crack through his fog. âHoly shit.â
âCalming down now?â you ask, raising an eyebrow. âOr realizing Iâm the one who has to push two of them out of my body?â
Eddie ambles over to you on the examining table and rests his forehead against yours. His shoulders have gone down to their usual height again, no longer bunched up around his ears with tension.Â
âOkay, I had my mini freak out,â he says softly, reaching up to tug the hem of your shirt down back over your bump. âYou may have yours.â
With a low chuckle, you reach up and cup your husbandâs face in your hands.Â
âI still donât think itâs hit me yet,â you admit. âOr maybe trying to logic-out your fear helped me with my own, too. I mean, you said something about being too old to re-babyproof the house? Sweetheart, we would have had to do that with one baby anyway.â
âCommon sense left me there for a little bit, Iâll admit.â
âAnd Iâve got one more bone to pick with you,â you say, leaving one hand on his face and using the other to poke him in the chest.Â
âWhatâs that?â
âYou said Steve was pretty much born to be a dad. Eddie, out of all the people Iâve ever met in my life, you are definitely the one who was always meant to be a dad.â You lower your hand to your bump. âBecause it doesnât matter if there were one, two, three, or even eight babies in here. Youâd still love them all unconditionally and try your hardest to give the world to them.â
âI love our babies,â Eddie replies softly. His hand moves to rest on top of yours on your bump. âI love our twins.â
âHey, weâve got some extra resources this time around, too,â you point out. âRyan drives now. We can recruit him for diaper or formula runs. And he can take Luke and Eliza places if weâre not able to. Luke is old enough now not to be intimidated by being around newborns. Heâll definitely be more hands-on than he was with Eliza. And speaking of the little firecrackerâŠwe already know sheâs going to be like a mother hen to them. See? Recruiting the kids to help with the kids. And that doesnât even mention Wayne and all of our friends. At least ninety percent of them owe us from watching their kids at one point or another.âÂ
âMy wife is so smart,â Eddie praises with a small smile.Â
âShe is,â you reply coyly. âDo you think you could help me off this table, though? Makes sense why itâs been harder for me to get up from things latelyâtwo against one here.â
Eddie gently takes your arms and leads you to a comfortable seated position before helping you hop down from the high table.Â
The two of you walk hand-in-hand out of the doctorâs office and across the parking lot to your car. The sun seems warmer and brighter than when you went in. Thereâs not a cloud in the skyâwere there any before? Birds call to one another from the trees that encircle the medical plaza, and their tune brings a smile to your face. Everything seems so light and airy around you that it almost makes you feel like youâre dissociating. But thereâs Eddieâs hand in yours. The sneakers you wear knock against the concrete with every step, reverberating the vibration up your legs. Youâre very much here in this moment. The magic in the air comes from knowing the amount of love you carried for the bundle of joy in your belly has just doubled. The thought of kissing two little button noses goodnight every day instead of one has you giddy.Â
âBaby,â you say as Eddie opens the passenger car door for you. âWeâre gonna have double the cuddles.â
âDouble the drooly kisses.â The smile on your husbandâs face tells you that heâs excited about the prospect. âDouble new baby smell.â
You secure your seatbelt and rest both of your hands on your belly as Eddie walks around the car and slides into the driverâs seat.Â
âDouble the love we give and receive,â you muse softly, looking down at your protruding bump. âI wonder if Iâll get double the pain meds when Iâm in labor.â
Eddie laughs as he pulls the car out of the parking space.Â
âTime will tell,â he says. âAre you hungry, princess?â
âYeah. I mean, makes sense, since Iâm eating for three,â you reply. âBut donât you have to get back to work?â
âThere is no way Iâll be able to focus on anything,â Eddie says with a breathy chuckle as he shakes his head. âIâm taking the rest of the day.â
âOkay. Do you want to get lunch atâoh boy.â
Eddieâs eyes glance over at you before looking back on the road.
âWhat?â he asks. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNo, not wrong,â you say. âJustâŠI-I donât know how weâll keep this from the kids. We didnât think weâd have anything to report to them other than the baby being healthy since weâre not finding out the sex. But thereâs absolutely no way I wonât slip up and say âbabiesâ or âthemâ or something that will give it away. Iâd rather they hear the news from us directly than catching us in a slip.â
Eddie nods in agreement. âHow do you think we should tell them?â
âUmmâŠâ You purse your lips as you start to ponder different scenarios. Both you and Eddie think in silence for a few minutes before he speaks.
âOh, Iâve got an ideaâŠâ
Eliza is thrilled to have both of her parents picking her up from school. The way she goes on and on about an arts and crafts project they did in class today reminds you of when you were just the babysitter and picked Ryan and Luke up from school. Luke always had something interesting to babble on aboutâmuch to your amusement.Â
Your second oldest is already at home when you walk in the front door holding Elizaâs hand and Eddie trails in behind with a few bags from the store. Usually, Ryan drives both himself and Luke home from school every day, but now Ryan takes SAT Prep classes once a week after school, forcing Luke to take the bus home. Which youâd think was one of the trials of Hercules with how often Luke shares his disdain for the form of transportation.Â
âWhatcha got, Pops?â Luke asks from the couch. His hand is buried in a bag of white cheddar popcorn and an episode of Supernatural is on the television.Â
âYouâll see,â Eddie tells him, taking the bags straight to your room. Best to keep them out of the way of the two nosiest Munson children. Although, you wonder to yourself if that will change with the new additions.Â
Eliza spies the snack her brother has and quickly sheds her Little Mermaid backpack and pink Mary Jane shoes to climb up on the couch next to him. She sticks an arm in the popcorn bag and brings out as big a handful as her little fist would allow her.Â
âThereâs food in the bags,â Eliza says to Luke through the kernels stuffing her cheeks.
âHuh?â Luke clearly doesnât speak four-year-old-with-a-full-mouth.
âThe bags Daddy has,â Eliza says once sheâs swallowed. She wipes her white cheddar covered fingertips on her white tights. âThereâs food in them. I smelled it in the car.âÂ
âGood job, Watson,â he tells her.
âUh, who?â Eliza gives her older brother a look that clearly relays she thinks heâs crazy. It doesnât stop her from taking another handful of popcorn, though.Â
âWatson. Sherlock Holmesâ assistant. Theyâre detectives, Lize.â
âOh,â is all she says before shoving more popcorn into her mouth.Â
You putter around, cleaning up the kitchen and tidying the living room to keep yourself from spilling the beans too early. Itâs important to wait until Ryan gets home later. You just know time is going to crawl by at a snailâs pace for the next hour and a half.
When your oldest son finally arrives home, you usher everyone around the kitchen table for a family meeting.Â
âAm I in trouble?â Luke huffs. âBecause if I am, Iâd like to plead not guilty.â
Eddie raises his brows. âNot sure why youâd be in trouble, but Iâm sure weâll find out.â He clears his throat, placing a loving hand on your bump. âNo, this family meeting is to tell you guys some exciting news we got at the ultrasound today.â
He reaches over and plucks a grease-soaked Burger King bag from the counter. âRy, you get the first clue.â
Ryan practically tears open the bag, the hungry teenager ready to devour the Double Whopper without even unwrapping it.Â
âIs the baby a hamburger?â Ryan asks mid-bite. He pulls out the fries you got along with it. âOr is it small? Is the clue âsmall fry?ââ
You shake your head. âNope. Nice try, though.âÂ
Lukeâs clue is next, though heâs too busy trying to get his brother to share his food to really pay attention. When Ryan finally relents and tosses a fry his way, Luke looks down at the Gameboy game box in front of him.Â
âA Looney Tunes double pack?â He wrinkles his nose. âAre you naming the baby Tweety Bird?â
Eliza sticks out her little tongue in disgust. âThatâs a horrible name for a baby!â
âMaybe it looks like Elmer Fudd, like Eliza did when she was born,â Ryan chimes in, licking ketchup off of his thumb.Â
âWho?â Your daughter glances between the boys, unaware of the joke being made at her expense.
Luke doesnât hesitate to fill her in. âThe weird guy who hunts Bugs Bunny. The one who always goes, âooh, I hate that wabbit!ââ
Eliza shoots him a glare thatâs equal parts adorable and terrifying. Luckily, sheâs easily distracted by her clue.Â
âFor Eliza,â you say as you tug the crinkling Target bag off of the biggest hint of all. Eddie already made sure to open the box and cut any wires attached so your daughter can get right at the twin Baby Alive dolls.Â
The four-year-old gasps. âBabies!â She holds her arms out as you deliver the box to her.
Little fingers grab onto the first doll, and she gently places it on the table in front to her before removing the second doll. The rest of the family watches in amusement as Eliza covers the baby on the table with a blanket, and cradles the other one in her arms, holding its bottle to its mouth.Â
âSo,â Eddie asks, rubbing his hands together, âwhat do these gifts have in common?â
The three of them begin to think. At least, youâre pretty sure Eliza is thinking about it. Sheâs gazing down at the doll in her arms with the most heartwarming compassion.Â
âThereâs two burger patties, two games, two dollsâŠâ Luke muses.
âWait,â Ryan says, his head perking up as an idea occurs to him. âIs it a girl? Like, two X chromosomes?â
Your husband simply stares at your oldest son for a moment before responding.
âIn what world would I be smart enough to come up with that?â he asks.Â
Luke nods his head in your direction. âMa is, though. But I think itâs a boy because thereâs two of us boys already.â
âThen the hint would have to do with three, genius,â Ryan scoffs.Â
The younger brother contorts his face and mocks his brotherâs words in a high-pitched voice.
âMaybe Mama has two babies in her belly.â Your daughterâs words are spoken with the most casual tone, the majority of her attention on the plastic doll sheâs gently rocking to sleep in her arms.Â
The boys both laugh, Ryan rolling his eyes at what he considers a silly idea from a little girl. The Munson brothers turn to you and Eddie, expecting you to be joining in on the laughter, but all they find are your excited and hopeful faces. The chuckles trail off as the boys pause and consider what those faces mean.Â
âWait, you donât meanâŠâ Ryan starts.
âOh my GOD!â Luke shouts, banging his hands down on the table in front of him. It rattles the doll Eliza isnât holding, and she gives her big brother a glare over the disturbance.Â
âNo way!â Ryan stands up, excitement nearly paralyzing him. He doesnât know what to do except smile as he holds his arms out in front of him awkwardly. âItâs reallyâŠtwins?!â
âItâs twins!â you confirm. You make an attempt to stand as well, but the two babies inside of you are keeping your center of gravity low enough to make you give up.Â
âTwo babies!â Luke hoots. âThis is insane!â
Eddie chuckles, his heart at once light as air and completely full at seeing the excitement of his boys.Â
âDo you have a picture?â Luke asks.
âThe sonogram,â Ryan adds.
âYeah! Can we see it? Let us see the picture!â
âDo you even know what youâll be looking at?â Ryan asks as he sits back down next to his brother.
Luke shrugs. âTheyâll show us.â
âOkay, okay, here it is,â you say, handing over the image thatâs been sitting in your back pocket. âThat little spot right there is one baby, and that one right there is the other baby.â
Their stunned faces make you giggle softly as you lean back.Â
âOh my God,â Ryan says. âI canât believe itâs twins.â
âHoly shâcrap, weâre going to have two new siblings.â
âWeâre going to need a bigger house,â Ryan says, looking around the room everyone is seated in.
âWow, thereâs going to be a lot of people living here,â Luke says. âDad, were you going for twins?â
âThatâs not how it works, doofus,â Ryan says as Eddie shakes his head in amusement.Â
Luke scoffs. âExplain it to me then, Mr. SAT.â
Eliza heaves a deep sigh for someone with such a tiny body and small lungs. She sets the baby doll in her arms down on the table next to its sleeping sibling.Â
âYouâre so loud!â she complains.Â
âLize, itâs twin babies!â Luke tells her, gently shaking her frame back and forth.Â
âI know, I know, you keep saying it over and over!â
âArenât you excited?â Ryan asks her.Â
Your daughter shrugs her shoulders once before picking her doll back up and cradling it in the crook of her arm.
âSure.âÂ
Both boys look to you and Eddie at her lackluster reaction. You give a gentle shake of your head.
âDonât worry,â you tell them. âItâll click at some point.âÂ
âOh, what a day,â you sigh as you slip under the blankets to lay down next to your husband. Eddie lifts his arm, and you immediately cuddle up to his side, resting your head on his shoulder. Your bump nudges his side, and you rub one hand over the soft material of your worn t-shirt. âMakes sense why my bump is more pronounced earlier than it was with Eliza.â
Eddie wraps one arm around your shoulders and brings the other one down to place his hand on top of your own.Â
âCan't believe there are four of us in this bed,â he says with a light chuckle.
âDaddyyyyy! Mamaaaaaa!â
A four-year-old with wild curls runs into your room and leaps onto the bed, landing at your and Eddieâs feet.
âMake that five of us,â Eddie says.Â
âYouâre supposed to be asleep, Little Miss,â you tell Eliza.
She pushes herself onto her hands and knees in her purple piggy pajamas and quickly crawls up the infinitesimal space between you and her father.Â
âCareful, careful,â Eddie cautions the closer she gets to your belly.
Eliza halts her ascent and leans back on her heels. Her chocolate brown eyes are as wild as her bedhead is.
âIâm gonna be a big sister to two babies?!âÂ
Across the hall, a chuckle reverberates in Ryanâs chest as he turns to lay on his side in bed.
âThere it is.â
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Just...Stay
SUMMARY: When he rolls back into her life every few months, Tyler Owens brings with him all the irresistible charm and warmth that first captured her heart, leaving her breathless and hoping for more. But as the years slip by, so do his promises, and every departure leaves her with another fracture in her heart and fewer illusions about the man she loves. Caught between the comfort of the life sheâs built and the pull of the only man whoâs ever felt like home, she must finally decide: will she wait for him one last time, or find the courage to let go and forge a path on her own?
Inspired loosely by "All the Cowboys" by Alexandra Kay.
WORD COUNT: 4.6k
WARNINGS: Angst. Unrequited love. Mentions of/Implied Smut.
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The screen door creaked as you settled onto the back porch steps, the sun beginning to dip beneath the horizon. You held the phone close, balancing it between your shoulder and ear as you traced absent circles on the weathered wood with your fingertip.
Your momâs voice crackled on the other end, warm and familiar. âYouâve been keeping busy out there?â
A faint smile tugged at the corners of your lips. âYeah, Mama. Got a load of wash done, fixed that fence post that was leaning. Even tried to fix the gutter on the barn.â
She chuckled. âYou sound like youâre doing just fine then. So, whatâs got you out on that porch, calling me like you got the weight of the world on your shoulders?â
You hesitated, glancing out at the fields stretching endlessly before you, caught between the quiet beauty of dusk and the ache you felt blooming inside. âI donât know, Mama,â you said, almost whispering. âJust feeling a little lost, I guess.â
There was a long pause on the other end, and you could almost hear her piecing it together. âYou saw him again, didnât you?â
A sigh escaped you, a mix of regret and resignation. âYeah, I did. He was just⊠there, like nothing had changed.â You shook your head, remembering the way heâd looked at you, that familiar glint in his eye. âI know what youâre gonna say, Mama.â
She didnât hesitate. âThat boyâs no good. He comes âround whenever he pleases, but he leaves just as quick. You canât be holding out for someone like that, honey.â
You felt your chest tighten, the truth of her words hitting harder than youâd like to admit. âI know, Mama. Believe me, I know.â You picked at a loose thread on your sleeve, fingers fidgeting. âBut when heâs here⊠itâs like I forget all that. I forget how many times heâs done this before, how I feel every time he leaves.â Your voice grew softer, thick with frustration. âAnd then heâs gone, and it feels like⊠like thereâs this empty spot he left behind.â
There was a pause before she spoke again, her voice gentle but firm. âWhy do you let him do this to you, sweetheart?â
You exhaled slowly, shoulders slumping. âI donât know. Maybe I keep hoping itâll be different. That maybe⊠heâll stay.â The words sounded hollow even as you said them.
You could feel her weighing her response, the silence heavy between you. âHoney, some people just arenât made to stay. They get what they need and theyâre gone, leaving folks like you to pick up the pieces.â She paused, and you could almost see her shaking her head. âBut that doesnât make it right.â
A lump formed in your throat as you thought of Tyler driving off into the sunset, no promises, no goodbyesâjust gone. You let out a weary breath, looking down at the chipped paint on the porch step beneath you.Â
âWhy do they always leave, Mama? Every time things get good, he just vanishes.â
âOh, honeyâŠâ She sighed, the sound deep and knowing. âItâs in some folksâ nature to chase what they donât have, always looking for something else just over the next hill. Doesnât mean you have to keep getting hurt by it, though.â
You closed your eyes, feeling the truth settle heavily in your chest. The silence stretched on, filled only by the chirping of crickets and the fading warmth of the sun. You knew your mother was right, but as you sat there, a small part of you still hoped that maybe, just maybe, heâd come back one day and stay.
The memory came back in a slow, aching wave. Just two nights ago, you and Tyler lay tangled up together under the sheets, his arm wrapped tightly around you. The world felt quiet in those moments, like the whole world had shrunk to just the two of you, his warm skin against yours, his heartbeat steady beneath your cheek.
You tilted your head up to look at him, his face softened in the dim light. âSo⊠how long are you sticking around this time?â you asked, half-joking, though you both knew the question carried a heavier weight.
Tylerâs gaze drifted, his lips twitching in that familiar, evasive way. âMaybe longer this time,â he mumbled, though he couldnât quite meet your eyes when he said it. Instead, his thumb traced absent circles over your shoulder, a touch meant to soothe but only deepening the pit forming in your stomach.
You wanted to believe him, wanted to hold on to that maybe, but his tone, that shift in his eyes as he looked awayâit was the same pattern, the same script. Youâd been through this dance too many times not to recognize the truth hiding behind his words. He would be gone by morning. And as much as heâd tried to sell you that soft maybe, the two of you understood this wasnât a visit that would last.
But in that moment, as you curled up against his side, you pretended you didnât know. You buried yourself in the warmth of his embrace, letting yourself have just one night, pretending you wouldnât wake up alone.
And sure enough, the next morning, when your hand reached across the bed to his side, it found nothing but cool sheets. You stared at the empty space beside you, that hollow ache settling deep in your chest. With a sigh, you threw back the covers and padded over to the closet, grabbing one of his old T-shirts heâd left on one of his previous stays, back when you still believed he might keep leaving pieces of himself behind to build something more permanent with you.
The shirt smelled faintly of him, a hint of cedar and summer nights that made your throat tighten. Tugging it over your head, you went to the kitchen, the floor cold against your bare feet as you filled the kettle, automatically going through the motions of your morning coffee.
And thatâs when you saw itâthe note, lying in the center of the kitchen table, his handwriting scrawled across the torn piece of paper.
It was a short message, just a handful of words that were supposed to feel like a promise, but instead felt like one more empty reassurance. You picked it up, reading the rushed lines that only served to emphasize his absence.
Didnât want to wake you. Take care, darlinâ. Iâll see you around.
The words felt flimsy, like the paper might disintegrate under the weight of your disappointment. You crumpled the note in your fist, feeling the familiar sting behind your eyes. This wasnât newâthis cycle of him drifting in, leaving pieces of himself in the form of old T-shirts and half-hearted promises, only to vanish before you could say goodbye.
Youâd been through this so many times before, and yet, as you stood there, clutching that note, you couldnât help but wonder if maybe this time was the one that would finally break you.
Your momâs voice cut through the silence, gentle but firm. âHoney, you still there?â
You blinked, realizing youâd let the silence drag on too long, your mind caught in the weight of memories you could barely hold onto. âYeah, Mama,â you murmured, swallowing down the lump in your throat.
âI know you love him,â she continued softly, but her words carried a strength you werenât sure you had anymore. âBut I need you to ask yourself if heâs treating you like he loves you, too. âCause, baby, love isnât something you only hold onto when itâs convenient. Itâs there in the hard times, in the moments that arenât so pretty. And if heâs not showing up for you⊠maybe itâs time to ask yourself why youâre still waiting.â
You nodded even though she couldnât see you, staring down at the crumpled note still clutched in your hand. The truth of her words was painful, like a splinter lodged too deep to pull out.
âI know,â you whispered. âI know youâre right.â
âI just hate seeing you go through this, time and again,â she said, her voice tinged with a sorrow that made your chest ache. âYou deserve someone whoâs there for you, who doesnât keep running just because things start feeling real.â
You exhaled, forcing a smile that felt as brittle as glass. âThanks, Mama. I⊠I just needed to hear that.â
âAnytime, baby,â she said, her tone softening. âYou take care of yourself. And remember, itâs okay to let go.â
After a quiet goodbye, you hung up, setting the phone down beside the note. Your momâs words echoed in your mind, a steady reminder of what you deserved, a grounding tether pulling you back to reality. She was right, of course. She always was. And yetâŠNo matter how many times he left, or how much you knew he wasnât treating you the way you deserved, there was still a part of youâa foolish, stubborn partâthat couldnât help but wonder what it would be like if he stayed. Just once.
You closed your eyes, letting the bittersweet ache of a daydream settle over you, imagining what it would be like if he stayed. Just once.
You could almost feel him there beside you, his arm still wrapped around you as you stirred awake. In this vision, his side of the bed wasnât empty; he was there, his breathing slow and steady, a soft smile tugging at his lips as you rolled over to nuzzle closer. The warmth of his body against yours made you feel safe, grounded, as though he was finally, truly yours.
Later, you pictured the two of you in the kitchen, the early light streaming in through the window as you handed him a mug of coffee. Heâd take it, wrapping his hands around yours just a second longer than necessary, his fingers warm against your skin. Youâd share a quiet laugh over something simple, something easy, while the steam curled between you. And as he sat across from you, his eyes would linger like he was savoring the moment, like he was savoring you.
In your mind, you watched as heâd finish his coffee, rising from the table to head out to the fields with you. Heâd tug on a worn cap and grin over his shoulder, his eyes crinkling in that way that always made your heart stumble. Youâd walk side by side, falling into the comfortable rhythm of working together, your boots crunching over the soil as you talked about things that never came up in his fleeting visits. What youâd plant next season, what youâd add to the place if you had the time and the money. Heâd joke about the future, and for once, youâd let yourself believe in it.
Evenings would come, and youâd find yourselves on the back porch, watching the sun dip below the horizon, casting a warm glow over everything. Heâd reach for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You could almost feel the weight of his head resting against yours, his soft murmur of how heâd missed this, missed you. And as night fell, the stars would come out, and heâd pull you close, wrapping you in his arms as though he had nowhere else to be.
And then, in this daydream, heâd follow you back inside, his arm draped around your shoulders as you led him up to bed. There, tangled up in the sheets, heâd hold you close, his touch lingering and gentle, making you feel like you were the only person whoâd ever mattered to him. His whispered promises wouldnât be half-hearted or hesitant; theyâd be real, as solid as the feel of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips. Youâd fall asleep in his arms, knowing heâd be there when you woke, that heâd finally found a place with you he wouldnât leave behind.
But as you opened your eyes, the reality settled around you like a familiar chill. It was just a daydream, a vision of something youâd never have, as fleeting as his footprints fading from the dirt driveway. And yet, you couldnât help but hold onto it for one more heartbeat, wishing with all the fragile hope you had left that someday, somehow, it could be real.
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A MONTH LATER
It was a late afternoon, the sun dipping low and casting long shadows over the gravel drive as you stood on the porch, the distant rumble of an engine reaching your ears. You recognized that sound before you even saw the dust cloud rising in the distance, stirring up memories youâd been trying to put to rest for weeks. His truck rounded the last bend, and there he was, windows down, that easy, rugged grin spreading across his face as he slowed to a stop in front of the house.
Tyler stepped out, stretching his arms like he belonged there, like he hadnât left you picking up the pieces last time. Dust clung to his boots as he walked toward you, his eyes fixed on yours with that familiar sparkâone that made you feel seen in a way that was hard to shake, even when you wanted to.
He looked just the same, though maybe a little more sun-worn, his t-shirt clinging to his shoulders, his jeans frayed in a way that was somehow endearing, like theyâd seen as much of the road as he had. He stopped a few steps away, his gaze softening as it met yours.
âHey,â he said, voice warm and low, as if no time had passed at all.
You stayed still, hands clenched by your sides. Youâd prepared yourself for thisâtold yourself a hundred times that if he showed up again, youâd keep your distance, guard the pieces of your heart he kept leaving behind. But as he stood there you felt the walls youâd built begin to crack.
âHey,â you replied, the word catching in your throat.
A beat of silence hung between you, heavy with all the things left unsaid. Then his face softened, his smile widening in that way that always undid you. And, as if by instinct, he reached for you, his hand lifting to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with a gentleness that felt almost like an apology.
For a moment, you considered stepping back, holding onto the anger and hurt that had filled the empty space he left behind. But as his touch settled, as his thumb traced a line just below your cheekbone, all your defenses crumbled.
Before you knew it, you were reaching back, your hand settling over his as you let yourself lean into him. It was like slipping back into a familiar dreamâthe one where he stayed, where he was yours for longer than a fleeting moment.
He pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you, and you sank into his embrace, feeling the weight of his chin against your hair, the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. And in that moment, against all reason, you let yourself believe that maybe this time would be different, that maybe heâd come back not just to leave again, but to finally stay.
He held you close, his arms wrapped around you with that familiar, unguarded tenderness. His chin rested on top of your head, and for a moment, it felt as if the world beyond his embrace had faded away. His fingers traced slow circles on your back, a quiet, grounding rhythm that felt as real as his voice when he finally spoke, low and rough against your hair.
âI missed you,â he murmured, the words so soft you almost didnât catch them. He shifted, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes searching yours. âIâm glad to see you again.â
You looked away for a moment, the words stirring both warmth and ache deep in your chest. It was unfair, the way he could come and go, the way he could leave you longing for more, but when he looked at you like thatâwith his guard down, that rugged charm softened by something raw and honestâit was hard to hold onto your resolve.
âI missed you too,â you whispered back, barely able to meet his gaze. He smiled at that, a slow, almost relieved smile, as if heâd feared he mightâve lost his place in your heart.
He let his hand drift to yours, his fingers lacing through yours in a familiar gesture. âCome on,â he said, tugging you gently, âletâs make a day of it.â
With Tyler by your side, you found yourself lost in the rhythm of farm chores that felt lighter, easier, with him there. He was quick to lend a hand, reaching for the same tools you did, working alongside you with that easy, capable grace he seemed to carry everywhere.
You walked through rows of vegetables, pulling up the last of the summer crops, the sun warm against your skin. Tyler watched as you tossed a few stray weeds into a pile, a hint of amusement in his gaze.
âSo,â you asked, breaking the comfortable silence, âhowâs the team? Boone, Lily, Dani, Dexter?â
He chuckled, swiping a smudge of dirt from his forearm. âTheyâre all good. Wild as ever. Booneâs still dragging his feet over settling down, though I keep telling him heâs a fool if he lets Lily go. And Daniâs got herself a new truck sheâs way too proud of. Dexter? Well, you know him; heâs just happy to tag along for the adventure.â
You smiled at the thought of his friends, feeling a pang of longing for the life he livedâa world of movement and adventure, so different from the one you held steady here. âThey sound like theyâre keeping you busy.â
âYeah, they do.â He looked at you, a softness to his expression that made your heart skip. âBut theyâre not the only ones.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âBeen thinking about you too, you know. Wondering what youâre up to when Iâm gone.â He paused, glancing around the fields before adding, âHowâs your mom doing?â
You swallowed, touched that he remembered to ask. âSheâs good. Stubborn as ever, trying to do too much on her own. But we manage.â
He nodded thoughtfully, reaching out to steady you when you stumbled on a loose patch of earth. âYouâve got your hands full, donât you?â
âGuess so,â you said, shrugging with a small smile. âBut I wouldnât have it any other way.â
He looked at you then, his gaze lingering, as if taking in the way you belonged here, rooted to this land and this life. For a moment, you thought he might say something more, but he only squeezed your hand, wordlessly acknowledging that unspoken divide between his world and yours.
Later, after a simple dinner youâd shared at the kitchen table, you both made your way out to the porch as the sun dipped low in the sky. He settled onto the swing beside you, letting his arm drape casually over the back of it as you leaned against him, feeling the warmth of his shoulder beneath your cheek.
The evening was calm, the colors of the sunset stretching across the horizon in soft shades of pink and orange, and you found yourself sighing into the quiet.
âThisâŠthis is nice,â you murmured, glancing up at him.
Tyler gave a soft hum of agreement, his thumb tracing small, comforting circles along your shoulder. âCould get used to it,â he said, his voice soft, as if testing the thought aloud. âItâs different from the rush of things out there. Being here with youâit just feels right.â
The words settled between you, gentle and unassuming, but laced with a longing that you felt all too acutely. He looked down, catching your gaze, his eyes holding yours in the fading light.
âI know youâve got your life on the road,â you said, trying to keep your voice steady. âBut sometimes I wonderâŠwhat itâd be like if you stayed.â
He didnât answer right away, his gaze drifting out over the fields that stretched into the distance. Finally, he gave a small nod. âI think about it too. More than you know.â
You fell into a comfortable silence, his arm around you, your head resting on his shoulder as the last light slipped below the horizon. And in that quiet moment, you let yourself imagine a world where he was yoursânot just for today, but for all the days and nights to come.
In the quiet glow of the fading sunset, Tylerâs gaze grew heavy, lingering on yours with a kind of tenderness that always seemed to pull you in too deep, too fast. And in a heartbeat, he was scooping you up, lifting you effortlessly into his arms as you laughed, breathless and already feeling the rush of surrender. He carried you down the hallway, his eyes never leaving yours, each step filling the space with anticipation you could feel in every beat of your heart.
The bed was cool beneath you as he laid you gently on the sheets, his body following close, as if he couldnât bear the thought of any distance between you. His hands were careful yet urgent as he traced familiar paths along your skin, murmuring against your ear, his voice low and rough with want.Â
âYouâre beautiful, you know that?â he whispered, his breath warm against your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You closed your eyes, letting the sound of his voice wash over you, feeling the weight of his words settle deep in your chest. âIâm lucky,â he murmured, his lips brushing your collarbone. âIâm the luckiest damn man alive that youâre mine.â
You wanted to believe him. You wanted to cling to those words and tuck them away, to let them soothe every doubt heâd left behind. But you pushed the ache aside, banishing it to some quiet corner of your mind where it couldnât reach you now.
Instead, you let yourself get lost in him, in the way his hands knew every inch of you, how his touch left you dizzy, breathless, like you were the only thing that mattered in his world. Every whispered word, every gentle kiss pressed to your skin, they all felt like a spell you couldnât break. And for that one perfect night, you let yourself believe that maybe, just maybe, he was telling the truth.
Afterward, as you lay tangled together in the sheets, your body pressed close to his, his arm wrapped around you, it was almost easy to forget. To ignore the hollow ache in your chest and pretend that this time, he wouldnât slip away with the sunrise. And so, for those last quiet hours before dawn, you let yourself exist in that fragile, fleeting moment, letting go of everything but him.
The soft sound of Tyler stirring pulled you from the haze of sleep. You opened your eyes to see him sitting on the edge of the bed, already reaching for his clothes. The early morning light filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over his figure as he moved quietly, carefully separating your clothes from his in the pile by the bed. For a moment, you wanted to reach out, to pull him back, to press your face into his shoulder and beg him to stay. But something in you had finally had enough.
He noticed you were awake, glancing over his shoulder with a soft smile that youâd once let yourself believe was meant just for you. Leaning down, he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his hand brushing over your shoulder.Â
âGo back to sleep,â he murmured. âYou need the rest.â
But you couldnâtânot anymore. Watching him move through the room, watching him get ready to leave again as if it were just another morning, you felt something inside you finally shift, that last fragile bit of hope youâd clung to finally snapping.
Sitting up, you took a steadying breath. âTyler,â you said, your voice quiet but steady. He looked over, a hint of surprise in his eyes at your tone. You struggled to keep your voice even, the words tangled in your throat. âI canât keep doing this. I canât keep waiting for someone who always leaves when things start to feel... real.â
He stilled, the easy expression on his face fading as the weight of your words sank in. You saw the conflict in his eyes, the same struggle youâd seen a dozen times before, but this time you werenât going to let it end with an unspoken understanding. You were done with the quiet promises, the hope that somehow, one day, he might change.
âStay,â you whispered, feeling the tears prick at your eyes. âJust... stay. Iâm not asking you to give up chasing. I just want you to come homeâto make this your home. To choose me.â
He looked at you, something like regret flickering in his gaze, but he couldnât bring himself to say the words you wanted.Â
Instead, he let out a shaky breath and looked down, and when he looked back up, all he managed was, âIâm sorry.â And you knew, in those two words, heâd already made his choice.
As he turned and started for the door, you found yourself following him, your steps echoing in the silence of the house as you trailed him through the hallway, the kitchen, the living roomâall the way out onto the porch. You watched as he opened the truck door, throwing his bag into the backseat like he had a hundred times before.
âDonât come back,â you said, the words escaping before you could stop them. Your voice wavered but held firm, steady with a finality that startled even you.Â
He froze, his hand on the truck door, then turned to look at you. There was a flicker of something in his eyesâshock, maybe even hurtâas he crossed the driveway and came back up the steps, stopping just a few feet away.
âYou donât mean that, darlinâ,â he said, his voice low and careful, as if he could talk you back from the edge. âYouâre upset, I get that, but... you donât mean it.â
But you shook your head. âI do, Tyler. I canât keep doing this. If youâre not choosing me, then... then donât come back.â
He held your gaze, searching for something, as if hoping to see the softness heâd come to rely on. But when he only saw your resolve, he let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging ever so slightly.Â
âIâll call you later,â he murmured. âWeâll talk.â
And just like that, heâd told you everything you needed to know. You didnât need a call. You didnât need another apology. Youâd waited long enough.
You stood on the porch, watching as he climbed back into his truck. He didnât look back as he drove down the driveway, the morning sun casting his truck in a halo of light as he disappeared into the Kansas countryside. You watched until he was just a speck on the horizon, your heart breaking and mending all at once with the realization that this was truly goodbye.
Youâd loved him with everything you had, but you knew now that you couldnât keep waiting for him to choose you. And when the phone finally rang, you knew you wouldnât pick it up. Not this time. Not ever again. Because the next time he came back, youâd be moved on, ready to start again without him.
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the fact that she didnât win the election purely because sheâs a woman who happens to be non-white is so disgusting and it makes me so angry.
the fact that so many americans would rather vote a convicted rapist to be president over a qualified woman speaks volumes.
my heart breaks for all the innocent victims who will be impacted by tr*mpâs presidency. they do not deserve the shit that he is going to inevitably put them through. iâm so sorry to each and every one of you. this is unfair and cruel.
iâm not american, so i know that my words donât count for much, but i am british, and, unfortunately, his presidency does have an effect on my country as well as plenty of other countries. but knowing that our countries have a âspecial relationshipâ just sucks and we are influenced by america a lot which is kind of a scary thought.
the next four years is going to be long and difficult, especially for those wonderful people whose rights are, more than likely, going to be stripped away from them. what a cruel, unjust world we live in.
i really thought and hoped that kamala was going to win. i felt really positive about it. but like op said, i didnât factor in the racism and misogyny sheâd face. god forbid a woman becomes president. jesus fucking christ. this is so disappointing and heartbreaking.
my heart stands with anyone and everyone affected by his presidency. you all deserve so much better than this. đ
i got too optimistic and forgot kamala harris was dealing with the combined powers of racism and misogyny
#yep#fuckâs sake#i am so sorry for everyone affected by this#fuck trump#this sucks#sorry america#a lot of you deserve better than this#this is so unfair#text post
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chemical override (13)
Ewan Mitchell x actress!reader
a/n: the elections distracted me! This should have been up ages ago đ Anyhow, look at our boy pout up there. Darling never stood a chance.
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Darling gets closer to making her choice.
The holiday is already shaping up to be your most memorable one yet, and itâs only halfway done.Â
Between all the commotion in the press about Ewanâs film, the lively spin-the-bottle game last night, and your⊠boys being more brazen in their affections, it doesnât matter that youâre still half-limping and that one gorgeous blonde girl is testing the limits of your patienceâMallorca is one for the books.
Half of your vacation crew decided to head out into town for the afternoon, allowing you to see more of the local scene. Bethany, Phia, Luke, and Elliott have ventured off to see some shops moments prior, promising to rejoin the group with loads of goodies. So you walk the cobblestone streets with Tom and Freddie on either side, the lads promising to catch you should your ankle âbetray you and make you faceplant on the streetâ.Â
Because, as Freddie put it, they âcanât have the showâs rising star with a blow to her money-maker,â pertaining to your lovely face.Â
You were able to finally remove your fracture boot that morning, after a long-distance call to your doctor, but you still have to slightly drag your left leg as you walk.
âMate, if you could hurry up a little, maybe we can see more of the town,â Tom remarks with a cheeky smirk. Heâs had an arm looped around yours the whole time, ever on the lookout.Â
âSure, let me just use my incredible powers of self-healing. Maybe we can check one of these souvenir shops if theyâve got a bionic leg on sale,â you deadpan, fighting hard to stifle a laugh.Â
The fledgling weeks of spring bring a steady warmth to Mallorca. The sunlight is bright yet tempered as it casts its glow over the cobblestone streets, illuminating the quaint storefronts and cafes that line that town square. Itâs a picture-perfect afternoon, so long as you donât turn back to Ewan and Louise who are trailing a bit behind.Â
But your curiosity wins over, and you see Ewan smiling politely as Louise gestures animatedly, completely absorbed in her tale. You immediately realise your mistake, a pang of somethingâguilt, longing, confusion⊠and jealousy, because who are you foolingâtightening in your chest. You quickly turn back to Tom and Freddie, who are too busy scheming to notice your reaction.
âSo, do we let Ewan suffer, or do we intervene?â Tom asks, tilting his head toward the pair.
You can only shrug. âI think heâs handling it. Itâs probably better to give them some space.â The truth is, you know Ewan well enough to sense when heâs at his witâs end, and even though he looks like heâs about to throw in the towel, you donât want to complicate things further.Â
Who are you to deny Louise some quality time with your good buddy Ewan Mitchell? He is a stand-up guy, after all, and all of you are friends here. Itâs a casual day out, nothing but a good time.Â
And⊠you do need some time to let his confession sink in. He has given the power to you, and the only thing left to do would be to choose him.
You love him, you love him, you love him.Â
So the choice should be easy, but why isnât it?
Freddie smirks. âSpace, you say? You mean youâre hoping heâll finally snap and make a break for it?â
âMaybe,â you admit with a small smile. âCan you blame him?â
The three of you linger by a cafe, chatting to your heartâs delight. You catch sight of Ewan glancing your way, a genuine smile tugging at his lips. Hey, he mouths, staring you down until Louise nudges him, and he has to shift his focus back to her.Â
âHonestly, though,â Tom continues, âwhatâs the deal with him and Louise? He looks like heâs drowning over there.â
âMaybe sheâs finally wearing him down,â you say, half-joking, but youâre aware of how often Ewan gives too much of himself sometimes, especially to someone like Louise. The boyâs just too sweet and polite to say no.Â
âI give him five minutes before he either leaves or starts shouting for you,â Freddie chimes in, his eyes dancing behind his sunglasses. âItâs a safe bet.â
Before you can respond, Ewanâs voice rises above the clamour of the street. âActually, thatâs not what I meantââ
âI canât believe you thought that!â Louise interrupts, playfully punching Ewanâs arm, her tone a mix of disbelief and enthusiasm. âBut thatâs what makes you so unique! You always see things differently.â
Whatâs unique is the expression Ewan sports as a reaction, akin to a deer about to be hit by a Jeep.
âUnique?â Ewan repeats, a note of incredulity in his voice. He shakes his head, his mouth falling open, like heâs trying to find the words. Louise leans in closer, mentioning something about how cute he looks when confused.Â
Well, sheâs not wrong there. You have to hand it to herâsheâs persistent.
âWhy are we just standing around?â Tom suddenly says. âLetâs get some drinks. We need to fuel up for the gossip you owe us.â
âIâm in,â you say a bit too quickly, desperate for a distraction. You motion toward a quaint nearby bar with a bustling atmosphere. It seems like the perfect refuge, far from the intensity of the current situation. The bartender greets you with a grin, and Tom takes charge, ordering a round of brightly-coloured cocktails that seem to match the vibe of the holiday.Â
Tom gives you a sly look over his glass. âSo here we are, eh?â
âHere we are,â you nod, sensing something coming round the corner.Â
âMy god, this cocktail is amazing!â Freddie gasps dramatically, oblivious to the look you and Tom are sharing. âI must know whatâs in this⊠Is that gin and⊠and what?â
âI myself would rather know,â Tom begins, leaning forward, âabout the truth behind all the drama. The are-they-or-arenât-they of it all. My missus has also been bugging me about it. All she talks about is you and your Ewan.âÂ
Freddieâs grin is huge as he raises his glass. âBloody hell, cheers to that then! I know thereâs something brewing, but no one ever tells me the details. What is this, a fight to the death? May the best Targaryen win? Lucky girl you are.â
Tom snorts. âOr may the right man win. Which, to be honest, is not Matt in this scenario.â
Freddieâs jaw drops in mock horror, clutching his chest. You may take the lad out of classical theatre for a while, but you canât take classical theatre out of the lad. âExcuse me? Matt is a national treasure, heâs mature and reliable, and he throws a fabulous party. Might I mention how highly he speaks of you?â
Tom shoots him a scornful look. âReliable. How riveting. Look, I love the guy, but Ewanâs practically half of her soulââ
You groan. âCan we not turn this into a debate? Iâm actually trying to keep things simple now.â
âSimple,â Tom repeats, one blonde eyebrow arching. âDarling, nothing about this is simple, especially not since Ewan isnât bound to that ridiculous PR setup anymore. Are you going to pretend that it doesn't change things?â
Freddie waves a finger. âIt doesnât have to change things. Mattâs good for her. I mean, theyâre actually happy, and you need someone solid, love. Someone who isnât going to fling you around emotionally, from the very little that Iâve heard.â
Tom rolls his eyes. âOf course, youâd think that. You get all your goss from Liv and she basically adores Matt.â
Freddie clutches his glass defensively. âWell I know for a fact that Matt is fun! And steady! You donât need fireworks all the time to make something work.â
âBut fireworks are the whole point, you know?â Tom insists. âYou canât reduce a relationship to sensible compatibility and call it love.â
âLove can be practical too,â Freddie says, looking at you. âWouldnât it be nice to justâŠbreathe? To not have to worry about how heâs going to handle things every other minute?â
You wince, half-convinced by Freddieâs logic, but then Tomâs voice cuts in, softer, more serious.
âSure, she could breathe,â Tom says, âbut letâs not forget who actually takes her breath away.â
It hits you, the truth youâve been dancing around with both of them.
Freddie gives you a sidelong look. âAlright, love, confession time. Say Ewan was still bound to that PR relationship, do you really think you could have handled not being with him? Watching him essentially be with someone else?â
You swallow, glancing down at your drink. âIt would have hurt, but I would have had to handle it.â
Tom keeps the interrogation going. âAnd now? What would you do if he does end up with someone else? Louise seems to have her claws in him.â
You let out a huff, your next words decisive. âLook, if she can take him that easily, then heâs all hers.â Because that would mean all those heartfelt phrases about being so in love with you arenât true.Â
Thatâs the reasonable part of you. The other, less savoury part wouldnât hesitate to get your own claws in Louise if she swoops in to take your man, petty catfight style.
âBut see! See here,â Freddie exclaims in glee, âWeâre talking about Ewan and sheâs already stressed. She needs a break from the drama, Tom, and Matt is like⊠an oasis.â
Tom rolls his eyes but doesnât let it go. âSure, an oasis that leaves her wishing she were somewhere else half the time.â He sighs, his voice softening. âLook, Mattâs lovely, but heâs not the one. Heâs not the one who can turn your whole world upside down, and I know you two. Iâve seen you together, Iâve seen you apart, and trust me, youâre so much better together. Hell, itâs better for all of us too! I simply cannot deal with Ewan moping around again.â
You feel your cheeks warm as you consider his words. Itâs almost dizzying, trying to compare the two men, as though they represent opposite sides of you, each offering something you desperately need. Theyâre both right, in different ways. With Matt, thereâs a sense of stability that you havenât felt before. Heâs steady, heâs sweet, and he genuinely adores you despite all of the tangled strings that have bound you to Ewan.Â
But with Ewan⊠you want him, love him, with an intensity that is almost all-consuming. Itâs the kind they write songs about, the kind that drives hearts crazy.Â
Freddie drops the dramatics, his voice sincere when he speaks again. âDarling, Tomâs got a point, but just⊠be honest with yourself. What do you really want? Because whatever you decide, itâs your heart on the line. And you know, weâre here for you, no matter who you choose.â And then, as if with the flick of a switch, he turns his flair back on. âGod, you could choose me, just so you donât have to deal with this dilemma of yours anymore!â
You let out a breathy laugh, all the tension youâre feeling dissipating. âI just might!â
Tom mirrors your laughter. âNow thatâs a dangerous idea. But hey, lifeâs short, right? You donât have to have it all figured out right this second.â
Freddie grins, raising a toast. âTo being a beautiful mess.â
You clink your glass with theirs, watching in amusement as they both begin bickering again over whoâs really the better choice. As the debate drifts over to which drink to order next, a quiet but unmistakable presence makes its way to your table. Ewan stands behind you, his hands resting on the back of your chair.Â
âIâve been looking for you guys,â he greets calmly.Â
Freddie doesnât hesitate to take a playful jab. âAh, Ewan! All by your lonesome now? Whereâs your lady?â
Ewan perches on the last empty chair on your table, catching your eyes. âMy ladyâs right here,â he smirks, and he says the words with such ease that your cheeks heat. Everyone would benefit from taking lessons in the Ewan Mitchell School of Charm. âFancy a walk, darling?â
You quickly glance at Tom and Freddie, whose raised brows practically tell you that theyâre going to be chattering about this as soon as youâre out of earshot. âTry not to miss me too much, boys,â you wink at them, letting Ewan help you out of your seat and whisk you away. He offers his arm to you for support, and the two of you fall into stride, allowing the buzz of Mallorcaâs streets to fill the quiet between you.
âSo,â he starts, âI sure hope Tom and Freddie didnât give you any trouble.â
âNothing I canât handle,â you smile, your tone lowering as you decide to tease him a little. âWe would have invited you over, but you seemed to have plenty of⊠entertainment yourself.â You playfully wag your eyebrows at him, and he makes a show of groaning and turning away.
âDonât remind me, my darling,â he groans. âI was so close to faking an illness and making my escape.â
You chuckle at his apparent distress. âPoor Ewan. It must be so hard being adored by a beautiful girl, isnât it? Wait, where is she again? Did you scare her off?â
âPhia came to my rescue. They went walking by the bay or something, I donât know. And about being adored, it only matters to me if itâs by you.â
Youâre about to lean into a joke and call his bluff, when he adds, âWell, you⊠and my mum.â
âI thought so,â you giggle, his eyes holding yours with a familiar sweetness. But then his gaze is snagged by something behind you.Â
âIs it just me, or does that cat look suspiciously like Sansa?â Ewan points to the front display of a rustic souvenir shop, and you immediately see a plush black cat with curious amber eyes.
You gasp softly, your hand tightening around his bicep. âI did leave Sansa back with my neighbour in London, right?â
âAre you sure? Sheâs right there, darling,â he plays along, grinning. âI think Iâd recognise my daughter when I see her.â
âYour daughter, huh? The most you have right now is visitation rights.â
âWait here, baby,â he presses a kiss to your temple, leaving you leaning against the wall across the shop. He disappears inside, emerging just moments later, the little cat plushie already in his hands. His expression is tender as he passes it to you. âHere. Figured you could use a bit of home.â
You take the little black cat, heart swelling at the sweetness of his gesture. âThank you, Ewan. Sheâs perfect.â
Heâs all smiles, his dimples deepening as he nods in response.Â
You hug plush Sansa to your chest. âNow I wish they also had whippet plushies, so I can give you a piece of home tooâŠâÂ
Ewanâs gaze softens, and he shifts slightly, his gaze dropping as he gathers his thoughts. âDarling, I hope you wonât think Iâm just trying to score brownie points here or something, given the current situation, but honestlyâŠâ He hesitates, but makes up his mind as his eyes meet yours. âIf I wanted to feel at home, all I really need is⊠to be with you.â
Your breath catches, and your mind is too focused on what youâve just heard that your hold loosens around plush Sansa, causing it to nearly stumble out of your hands.Â
âEwan,â you say softly, your voice laced with an affection you canât quite dampen. âYou donât play fair, you know that?â
He chuckles, a little self-conscious, his hand reaching for yours. âYou know me, darling, and you know how I feel about you.â His thumb brushes over your knuckles, and the touch is light, almost reverent.
âSo, no Sansa needed, huh?â you tease gently, trying to keep things light even as the weight of his words lingers.Â
His smile returns, a little shy, a little playful. âYou got that right. But maybe we donât have to tell Sansa about this.â
Youâre about to offer a witty rejoinder, when a cheerful shout slices through the air. âEwan!â Itâs Louise, her voice loud and undeniably eager, and you find yourself dropping Ewanâs hand.Â
And either youâre not in her line of sight, or she just didnât bother calling out to you too. What a delightful girl.
âOh,â Louise finally acknowledges you. âThatâs a nice⊠toy youâve got there.â
âItâs a plushie actually,â you mutter dryly, wiggling plush Sansa in the air.
Ewan snorts at your deadpan expression, and much to Louiseâs obvious annoyance, he drapes an arm around your shoulders, pulling you snugly against him. âI got it for her. Itâs almost an exact replica of her cat, isnât it, darling?â
Your eyes widen at his purposeful cheekiness. The lad has finally had enough of another girl trying to get a bite out of him. âWell, yeahâŠâ you stumble on your words, âIt does look like her.â
Louise pouts. âWhat a nice, friendly gesture.â
Ewan chuckles to himself, not letting her mood dampen his spirits. âI think itâs rather romantic.â
âHold on,â Louise responds, appraising you with a raised eyebrow. âArenât you dating Matty?â
âUhhhââ
âThere you kids are!â Phia materialises out of thin air, an angel in disguise.
Oh, you could just kiss the very ground she walks on.
Everyone makes their way to the pool area the next afternoon, the group scattered all around the lush backyard of the villa.
Matt lingers outside your door, waiting for you to finish changing. He leans casually against the railing, his gaze drifting downstairs to Fabien and Elliott, who are hauling crates of beer toward the poolside. He whistles and shouts out a playful, âSave me some, lads!â
âWaiting on your woman, Romeo?â Elliott sings up at him.
Matt waves them away, spinning around to face your door. As he waits, his mind drifts back to a conversation he had with Liv the evening before. Sheâd seen right through him, spotting the quiet insecurities he tried to keep buried and urging him to go all in with you, to show you what he couldnât quite put into words. And so, he decided he would; heâd pour everything into showing you just how much he cared.
He has the advantage in that he hasnât hurt you the way Ewan has in the past, and he has absolutely no intention of doing so, not when being with you feels like the easiest, most natural thing in the world.Â
To him, you are like the human equivalent of a shot of espresso, a musical laugh, a jolt of positive inspiration. Heâs always felt this, but one night, many nights ago, this effect that you have on him became amplified.
And suddenly, you are all he sees.
And he wouldnât have it any other way, especially not after you finally open the door. You don a forest green bikini that leaves little to the imagination, with a sheer white wrap tied loosely around your waist.Â
Matt lets out a low whistle, walking up to you with a slow, playful swagger. You roll your eyes at him when he unapologetically draws his gaze over your bare skin, but he canât help it.
You look so ravishing that he wants to push you back inside the room. As stunning as your bikini is, it would look even better off.
To hell with the pool.
âWhat do you think?âÂ
He has roused from whatever grey temperament he was stuck in, now that heâs had his espresso. âI'm a goner. Absolutely done for.â
âFlatterer.â You shake your head at him, taking in his broad, bare torso. âWell, you donât look so bad yourself.âÂ
He smirks, his large hands kneading your waist. âI'm the luckiest man on the planet, and this is you after an accident, you say? My love, you're a vision in green.â
âYou like the colour?â
âMmm, if I didn't like you in it, I'd cause a fuss about how you're playing for the other team, my Alyna.â He swoops down and kisses the crook of your neck, the spot he is aware would tickle, eliciting a soft giggle out of you.
âI could never,â you say, swatting his arm. âThey were just out of black bikinis at the shop.â
âBlack... green... we both know you look the best without either of them on. I mean, we did establish that six times in one night, rememââ
âMatt!â you squeal, eyes wide and scandalised. He feels smug, because he made sure you would never forget that night. âYou're such a dog. Come on, let's join the others. I canât wait to finally dip my toes in the pool.â
He is one step ahead of you the whole time, paying special attention to your bad ankle. He knows heâs being too careful when you eye him strangely, but he doesnât care. âI got you,â he says.
âI can walk, you know,â you huff. âIâd have been down here ten seconds ago if it wasnât for you going all Mr. Protector.â
As you reach the final landing, Phiaâs voice rings out, âHands off my woman!â
âSheâs got a point.â You tilt your head at Matt, lips pulling at the corners.
âHave I? I was just kidding,â she shakes her head, before mumbling under her breath. âI'm not Ewan.â
Matt huffs out in response, trying not to let it get to him. Phia takes your other arm, deaf to your protests. Itâs silly, because theyâre both aware that you can probably fend for yourself, but not if they have anything to say about it.Â
Fabien, Elliott, and Harry are manning the grill out on the patio. Some of the ladies are cozying on their sun chairs. Ewan, Luke, and Freddie are smoking on a bench under a canopy. And Thom Yorke serenades the whole scene, the speakers emitting ambient music.
Mattâs always loved a good European excursion, but this one might be his favourite yet. Thanks to the girl who lets him fuss over her despite her feigned annoyance.
Your fingers dig tighter into his arm as the two of you lower into the pool. He relishes the moment and allows the ebb of the water to push him closer to his girl.
âHold on to me.â
You roll your eyes, but wrap your arms around his shoulders anyway. âI'm fine, Matthew. My ankleâs almost healed back to normal.â
âAlmost is the keyword there, my love. We can't take any chances. So... hold on to me, beautiful.â The late morning sun is a blanket comfort as you float on together, your laughter ringing out as he flaps an arm on the water and splashes your face.Â
From the sidelines, Freddie lets out a loud, teasing whistle. Matt responds with a triumphant fist pump, turning to give him a cheeky grin.Â
That might have been a mistake because his eyes landed on Ewan, seated comfortably to Freddieâs left, a cigarette burning low between his lips. His eyes are obscured by dark sunglasses, but heâs clearly surveying the scene unfolding in the pool with an air of nonchalance that doesnât sit well with Matt.Â
He would have expected Ewan to jump in the pool as well and make a show of laying a claim on you as he had before. But no. The younger lad just sits, and watches, the makings of a smirk pulling at his lips when Matt makes eye contact.
Since when has he been this self-assured? Perhaps youâre to credit for this renewed sense of confidence?Â
Are you slipping away from him, and back into Ewanâs arms?Â
Too many questions, and not even the pleasant haze of Spain can shake the anxiety out of him.Â
But then, Liv strolls over, positioning herself in front of Ewan, blocking Mattâs view. She bums a cigarette from one of the guys, and as she turns, she gives Matt a subtle nodâa reminder of her advice from last night. Just show her, sheâd said. Show her youâre all in.
Thank the heavens for Olivia.
Turning back to you, Matt softens, brushing a lock of hair from your face. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek, feeling his doubts fade as you meet his gaze, eyes bright with laughter.
âEnjoying yourself there?â you ask sweetly.
âWhatâs not to enjoy?â he replies, his hand tracing slow, lazy circles on your back.
âI donât know,â you shrug, âI just donât think Iâve ever seen you glare like that before.â
âI was not glaring.â
âYou so were, Matthew.â
âOh, yeah?â he murmurs, a mischievous glint sparking in his eyes. Before you can react, he dips underwater, reemerging just inches from your thigh, where he plants a quick, teasing kiss that makes you yelp.
âWhaâOh! Matt! Get up here!â
He surfaces, grinning, his arms winding around you again as he pulls you close. Your laughter mingles, echoing across the pool as the rest of the group cheers and jeers good-naturedly.
Just as Mattâs about to pull you in for another kiss, a loud shout breaks through the calm.Â
âCannonball!â Tomâs voice echoes from the villa, and before either of you can turn around, he comes barreling out, sprinting at full speed. With a triumphant yell, he launches himself off the edge, arms and legs splayed out like a human starfish.
The massive splash sends water arcing high, soaking you, Matt, and everyone within a ten-foot radius.
âAlways one to ruin the moment, Tom,â Matt jokes.
âHad to make sure you two didnât get too cosy,â Tom shoots back, swimming closer and clapping Matt on the shoulder.Â
Itâs all in good fun, sure, but then Matt catches Tom shoot a quick wink at Ewan, a flash of understanding passing between them.
So thatâs how itâs going to be? Game on.Â
Itâs the penultimate day of the Mallorca trip and the group has rented boats to paddle out along the stunning coastline. Only 2 people are allowed per vessel and some pairs have already formedâPhia and Phoebe, Louise thankfully pulled away from Ewan by Bethany, Harry and FreddieâŠ
And then thereâs Ewan who strides over to you determinedly. Matt is a half-step behind, his expression expectant, but Ewan is quicker. âIâm with you today, darling,â he says, his tone leaving little room for question. His hand finds yours, warm and grounding.
Mattâs eyes flicker with disappointment but heâs never been one to kick up a fuss. He gives you a faint resigned shrug, then turns to Liv. âGuess that means you and I are a team then.â
Liv rolls her eyes playfully, pushing her sunglasses up and swatting his arm. âDonât sound so thrilled. But I promise I wonât make you row the entire time.â
Mattâs smile softens as he looks at her, his earlier disappointment slipping into something more relaxed. âFine, but Iâm claiming the right to judge your rowing skills.â
âIâll have you know Iâm an excellent rower,â Liv insists, taking her spot at the front of the boat and casting a teasing glance at him. âYou, on the other handâŠweâll see.â
As you and Ewan push off into the water, he throws a glance back at the others, and a spark of mischief lights his eyes. âThink theyâll survive?â
You laugh, settling across Ewan on the boat. âI think itâll be a surprise if Tomâs boat doesnât capsize.â
Soon enough, everyoneâs boats are spaced out on the clear, serene waters, and thereâs nothing but the occasional splash of oars, the birds squawking high above, and the warm glow of the horizon. Ewan rows steadily, having doggedly refused your offer to help, and every now and then, his eyes flick to you, a soft smile never leaving his lips. His gaze lingers, like heâs committing your image to memory.
As you watch the world, he watches his world.
âFeels like another reality out here, doesnât it?â he says, his voice barely above a murmur.
You nod, watching the sunlight dance across the water. âIt really does.â You pause, glancing over your shoulder to see Liv and Matt, already in animated conversation. âItâs nice to just⊠forget everything for a while.â
He smiles, tilting his head. âAnything specific you wanna forget?â
You smile back. âEverything, really. The pressures, the expectations⊠wondering what everyone thinks or wants.â
From a few metres away, Mattâs voice carries over the water, cutting through the quiet intimacy of the moment. âIâm just saying, Liv, you donât have to prove anything. You can let me row.â
Liv laughs, her voice filled with playful defiance. âMatt, I am fully capable of handling this. Maybe itâs you who should be taking notes.â
âOh, Iâd hate to step on your expert skills,â Matt teases back, before throwing a glance your way, his gaze lingering a bit too long before he turns back to Liv, who seems blissfully unaware of his momentary distraction.
Ewan notices it too, and his grip on the oar tightens ever so slightly. But he says nothing, keeping his focus on you as he rows further along the shore.
He steers the boat around a small bend, his voice low. âTheyâre good together, donât you think?â
You turn, following his gaze. Itâs a simple, easy dynamic between them, one you know youâve seen before, and for a moment, a pang of something unnameable twists in your chest.
âYeah,â you murmur, a touch distracted.
Ewan catches your gaze, his eyes searching yours. âYou seem⊠surprised. Or maybe⊠jealous?â
You laugh it off, shaking your head. âNot at all. Itâs justââ
But before you can finish, a sudden splash interrupts you. Harryâs boat has tipped over, both he and Freddie flailing in the water, their laughter filling the air as they try to right themselves.
Bethany, a few feet away, doubles over, her laughter carrying over the waves. âOh my god, Freddie, I told you to sit still!â
Harry, sputtering as he surfaces, grins. âGuess I got too excited.â
âSo I was wrong,â you turn to Ewan, smirking. âItâs not Tom who capsized.â
Ewan just laughs, then adds slyly, âHere I was wishing it would have been Matt.â
After the boats return to shore, youâre all tired and exhilarated, the sun higher in the sky as you make your way up the beach. But the peace is short-lived. Fans, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, begin to gather along the shore, their voices excited, cameras ready as they shout greetings and ask for photos. The relaxed energy shifts as each of you is drawn into the swirl of attention, questions flying as you try to keep up.
A fan steps in close, slightly shaking in her nerves. âYou⊠and Ewan?â she asks, the question open-ended but its meaning clear.
You chuckle awkwardly, caught off guard, opting to just wrap an arm around her shoulders as she takes a selfie with you.Â
But the fan is relentless, her attention shifting to Matt, whoâs standing off to the side with Liv, his gaze directed toward you even as he signs another fanâs poster. âWhat about him?â she says, grinning.
Ewanâs arm slips around your waist protectively, pulling you closer. âSheâs with me today,â he says confidently, not minding the possibility of this fan taking to the internet after this encounter, with proof of her ship actually being together.
Ewan doesnât care; he has no reason to hide how much he wants you. Not anymore. If his fans want a crumb, as he often reads online about him, then heâs going to give them a whole feast.Â
With you as the main course in the Ewan banquet.
As the day comes to a close, you find yourself resting all alone in your room, stealing the group introvert mantle right under Ewanâs nose. Everything that has happened during this vacation plays in your mind like a montage, and somehow, it all feels like itâs building up to a grand finale.
But before you can lose yourself completely in your thoughts, thereâs a soft knock at your door.
You groan to yourself as you walk over, but your protest dies as you find Ewan standing there, holding something behind his back.
âHey, you,â he greets you with a smirk thatâs more mischievous than usual. âGot a minute?â
Your heart skips a beat â itâs always been that way with him, that instant flutter, even now after everything. âSure. Whatâs up?âÂ
âIâve got a surprise for you,â he says, his grin widening at your raised brow. He steps into your room, pulling whatever heâs hiding behind his back.
When he finally reveals it, you blink, eyes widening. âYou... bought these?â You canât help but laugh.
Two brightly coloured superhero masks â one Spider-Man, the other Spider-Gwen.
âYep, I saw a costume shop that had Carnaval masks⊠and these too, apparently,â Ewan says, looking pleased with himself. âI thought it would be fun. Weâre getting away from the villa tonight. I figured we could use these. You know, masks for our incognito date night.â
It had taken one quick scroll on the internet for your group to discover that the paparazzi trailed everyone around town today, and Elliott even annoyingly revealed that he might have seen one or two of them lingering outside the villaâs premises.Â
Vultures.
You laugh again, shaking your head. âWait, youâre serious? Weâre wearing these to our⊠date? Wait, why are we going on a date?â
He shrugs with a playful glint in his eye. âWhy not?â
You hesitate for a second. Itâs such a ridiculous idea, but in the best possible way. Heâs always had a way of pulling you out of your own head, making you feel like thereâs no right or wrong way to just live in the moment.Â
Or maybe he could propose anythingâanything at allâand youâd be beside yourself if you refused. Itâs how you and him ended up having copious amounts ofâŠ. casual lovemaking, months after breaking up.
âOkay,â you finally say, âbut only if you promise not to laugh when I look completely ridiculous in it.â
âNever,â he says with mock solemnity, holding out the Spider-Gwen mask for you. âYouâll look amazing. Trust me.â
As you slink past the gates, the masks make you feel more than a little silly, but also oddly liberated. Itâs like youâre in on another secret with him, something just for the two of you.
You look at him, smiling as you adjust the mask. âThis is insane,â you say, your voice muffled behind the fabric.
Ewan smiles back, clearly pleased with himself. âI know. And itâs perfect.â
âAre you sure this isnât just you practicing for an audition for yet another Spiderman reboot?â
He only playfully shoots air webs at you, his adorable pew-pew noises audible under his mask.
You chuckle softly, your heart warming at the sight of him. âSo, what now? Youâre just going to walk me through the streets like this?â
âOf course. You ready to go on the best secret date of your life?â
You laugh, feeling lighter than you have in days. âLead the way, Spiderman.â
The walk isnât long, just enough to enjoy the quiet of the night and the unexpected adventure of it all. When you finally arrive at the restaurant, you stop dead in your tracks, blinking up at the building in front of you. Itâs perched on the edge of a cliff, offering a breathtaking view of the bay below. The warm glow of the restaurant spills out onto the street, and youâre immediately struck by how beautiful its facade is.
You look at Ewan, your surprise written all over your face. âThis... this place looks amazing. How did you find it?â
âI have my ways,â he says, grinning. âCome on.â
He leads you up the stairs, and you both remove your masks as you enter, giggling to each other. Youâre met with a homey, rustic atmosphere. Thereâs a dim light from lamps perched on the posts, the soft murmur of conversations, and the smell of fresh food in the air. Itâs everything you didnât realise you needed tonightâcalm, peaceful, and more than a little romantic.
âI booked a private table for us,â Ewan says softly, glancing around for the waiter.Â
The two of you are escorted to a table on the balcony, overlooking the bay. The moon reflects on the water, casting a silver glimmer over the scene. For a moment, you just sit there, both of you silent, taking it all in.
âEwan, this is incredible,â you say, your voice quiet but full of admiration. âI donât even know what to say.â
Ewan smiles, reaching across the table to take your hand. âYou donât have to say anything. And I promise this isnât some ploy to get you to speed up your decision-making. I just⊠I just wanted you to have a night where you could forget about everything else.â
He leans back slightly, his eyes studying you with that gentle familiarity, like heâs waiting for you to say something more, but he doesnât rush you.
You glance down at the simple sundress youâve been wearing all day. You didnât have time to change when Ewan mentioned the surprise evening out â there was no real thought given to a perfect outfit. And yet, as you sit here now, across from him in the warm candlelight, you donât feel the usual self-consciousness you mightâve once felt.Â
You feel more beautiful than you ever have before, because he sees you as the most beautiful person in the room. In any room.
âI donât know how you do it,â you say, looking at him. âHow you make everything feel soâŠâ You trail off, unable to find anything adequate.Â
His lips curl into a knowing, half-smile. âI feel the same about you.â
And you might not know it yet, but this night is when you choose him.Â
Under the unprecedented rainfall, later on, you will realise that you never truly had to choose.
Itâs always been Ewan, all along.Â
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The next chapter wraps up this trip :) We also might have a bit of Liv's POV...
Then it's back to LA or London, depending on who darling opts to go with đ
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You ramble, but it's adorable
Ollie Bearman x fem!reader
From this requestÂ
+1k words
a/n's: this was requested on my old account which I accidentally deleted but, hope this fic finds the person that requested it!
warnings: fluff!
summary: lost in your latest obsession, and he's completely captivated by your every wordâbecause to Ollie, every ramble is just another reason to fall in love.
Ollie had always found it easy to get lost in the small momentsâthose quiet pauses between races, when the world slowed down just enough for him to savour the simplicity of life. But nothing, absolutely nothing, compared to the way he felt right now, watching you animatedly explain your latest obsession.
You were sitting on the couch, knees tucked under you, eyes sparkling as you tried to unpack the complex universe that Taylor Swift had created with her "folklore" album. Your hands moved in quick gestures as you traced out what you called "the love triangle of all love triangles" between Betty, James, and August. Ollie leaned against the backrest, listening with a quiet smile, his eyes never leaving your face.Â
"And thenâ" you continued, your voice slightly higher in pitch with excitement, "in 'Cardigan,' Betty is talking about how she loved James even after he messed everything up. But, and here's the crazy part, 'August' is from the perspective of the girl James cheated on her with!" You waved your hands in a dramatic arc. "Itâs so genius because itâs like each song is a different piece of the same story. I mean, can you even imagine the emotional depth it takes to create something like that?"
Ollie chuckled softly, shaking his head just enough for you to notice but not enough to interrupt you. You barely paused, too deep in your passionate analysis of the music to stop.Â
"But wait, Iâm not done!" You looked at him, eyes wide. "Youâve got 'Betty' next, which is James' apology song. Heâs basically trying to get Betty back after messing around with August, but you can tell heâs just a stupid kid who didnât know what he had until he lost it!" You sighed dramatically, clutching a pillow to your chest. "Itâs heartbreaking, but also like... I can't stop listening to it on repeat."
Ollie couldn't help it; his heart swelled at how much you cared about all these tiny details, how you put your whole soul into explaining it to him. He loved how your face lit up with excitement, how your voice carried the melody of your thoughts so effortlessly. And he especially loved how you didnât care whether he knew every little detail or notâyou just wanted to share it with him.
"Youâre adorable, you know that?" Ollie said softly, his voice cutting through your rambling just enough to make you pause.
You blinked, thrown off for a second. "What?"Â
"You ramble, but it's adorable," he repeated, this time with that signature Ollie grin that made your stomach flip. He reached out, gently tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. His fingers lingered near your cheek, warm and soft.
Heat rushed to your cheeks. "Iâm not rambling⊠am I?"
"You absolutely are," Ollie teased, leaning forward so that his face was inches from yours. "But donât stop. I like it when you talk about stuff like this. Itâs like... I can see how much it means to you, and I love seeing you so happy."
You playfully swatted his arm, but your heart was beating faster, the tender warmth of his words melting away any embarrassment. "Fine," you said, narrowing your eyes in mock seriousness, "but donât complain when I start talking about the metaphors behind the lyrics."
"I wouldnât dream of it." He pulled you closer, his arm slipping around your waist. His eyes softened as they held yours, and for a moment, the world outside your little bubble disappeared.
The next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. The kiss was soft at first, a gentle brush of affection. But then Ollie deepened it, his hand cupping the side of your face as he pulled you impossibly closer, his lips warm and insistent, making your heart race even faster.Â
When you finally pulled apart, breathless and flushed, you couldnât help but grin at him. "I think that was just a tactic to stop me from talking."
Ollie smirked, the mischievous glint in his eyes impossible to ignore. "Maybe," he admitted, his thumb grazing your lower lip, "but it worked, didnât it?"
You rolled your eyes, but you couldnât deny that you were already melting under his touch. He leaned his forehead against yours, breathing you in as if you were the most precious thing in the world.Â
"Seriously though," Ollie murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, "I love listening to you talk. About Taylor Swift, about racing, about whatever it is thatâs on your mind. Youâre just so⊠passionate about everything, and it makes me love you even more."
The way he said it, so effortlessly, like it was the most natural thing in the world, made your heart skip a beat. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close again, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.
"Youâre too sweet, Ollie," you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.
He chuckled lightly, his arms tightening around you. "Only for you."
For a while, you both stayed like thatâcurled up in each otherâs arms, the TV flickering in the background, the weight of the world outside fading away. You werenât sure how long you sat there, but you didnât care. All you knew was that this moment, with him holding you so gently, was exactly where you wanted to be.
After a while, you shifted slightly, tilting your head up to look at him again. "Okay, but Iâm serious about that love triangle. You have to admit itâs pretty genius, right?"
Ollie smiled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before nodding. "Itâs genius," he agreed, even though he barely understood half of what you were saying. But it didnât matter. All that mattered was the way your eyes lit up, the way your voice danced with excitement. And if listening to Taylor Swift conspiracies made you this happy, then he would listen to every single one.
"Thanks for putting up with my rambling," you said, your voice softening.
Ollie smiled, brushing his lips against yours once more. "Itâs not putting up with anything. I love it, and I love you."
And with that, he kissed you againâsoft, sweet, and full of love. The kind of kiss that felt like home. The kind that made you feel like no matter what you rambled about, he would always be there to listen, to smile, and to love you through it all.
---The End---
-Lots of love, Em.
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When Love is Left Unspoken pt. 2 (MV)
max verstappen x reader
pt. 1 here
I could be talked into a pt. 3 if people want it
It had been a week since the Austin GP and forgetting about what happened had been impossible mostly because Max would not leave you alone.
He didn't reach out directly, but every morning this week, you had woken up to a new gift outside your door. Flowers, chocolate, coffee, pastries, clothing, etc. You had no idea how he even knew your address.
You struggled with what to do. On one hand, you had missed your best friend for a long time. You missed the inside jokes, the comfort you found in him, and supporting one another. But on the other hand, you couldn't stop thinking about how he threw it all away because he was scared of loving you. You had never been scared of loving him, even if you never said. Well maybe that was hypocritical.
Saturday morning an envelope accompanied the box outside of your door. You opened the box first, revealing a vintage RedBull racing bomber jacket that cost who knows how much. It was cute, you'd give it that. Opening the envelope you froze as you read the letter that sat next to a paddock pass for the Brazil GP.
I know you hate me and you have a good reason to but I will do anything to have you back by my side even if you refuse to look at me. Please come to Brazil, I know it's your favorite track. You can stay on Checo's side of the garage if it makes you feel better.
Love, Your Max
Brazil was your favorite track and in the past you had always travelled down early to experience the culture for a bit before the racing started.
You facetimed Carmen, hoping to talk this through with someone else.
"Hey girl, what's up?" She asked, clearly in the middle of a workout.
"Oh, I can call later if you're busy," you said and she shook her head.
"No, it's okay!"
"Max invited me to the Brazilian GP," you told her slowly and her eyes widened.
"Wow."
"I know, I don't know what to do."
Carmen was silent for a little bit, clearly thinking. "Is there any part of you that wants to make up with him?"
"Yes," you admitted quietly. "But I hate myself for even thinking that. I don't want to just forget about everything that happened and take him back with open arms."
"I don't think you necessarily have to forget what happened but maybe focus on the people you both have grown to be in these last few years. Maybe treat it like you are starting over."
"So you think I should go?"
"Selfishly yes of course," she said grinning and you couldn't help but smile back. "You don't even have to spend time with him. Just see how it feels to be around him."
After hanging up with Carmen, you texted the number Max had given you for his assistant in order to get flights and a hotel figured out.
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You landed in Brazil on media day and didn't plan on going to the track until Saturday. Max was pulling out all the stops even when he couldn't see you as evidenced by the ridiculously nice hotel he put you in. The view was amazing and laying on the bed was a variety of your favorite snacks and drinks with a card that read "I'm so glad you're here -your Max."
The 'Your Max' thing was working even though you hated to admit it. You spent the next two days traveling around the city by yourself and then with Carmen.
Saturday rolled around and you found yourself nervous to be at the paddock despite Carmen's constant reassurances. You hadn't seen Max yet and you weren't really sure what to say when you did.
Funny enough, the first person you ran into when you made it to the RedBull garage was Christian Horner.
"Y/n!" He said surprised to see you. "It's been a while, how are you? You know my wife is obsessed with your tik tok channel."
"Ahh tell her I said thank you," you replied kindly. "I've been doing well."
"We're glad to have you back," he said and your heart swelled. "It's been a rough year for him."
"I'm not sure I can change that," you said politely and he gave you a look.
"You just being here might," he commented before leaving you to go talk with the mechanics. You wandered around the garage, catching up with a lot of people you hadn't seen in a long time.
Max spotted you as he was coming out of his drivers' room and his heart stopped. Of course he knew you were in Brazil, but he still wasn't 100% sure you'd show up. He didn't think he should approach you so he just lingered by watching you. You felt him watching you and looked over at him, trying to control your breathing and gave him a small smile.
He smiled back before being called off to get ready for the sprint. Leaning against the back wall you pulled your headphones and settled in to watch. Max was doing pretty good, battling with Charles for most of the race. Your face appeared on the broadcast and you smiled to the camera, giving it a small wave.
After the race you checked your phone to see that you'd been tagged in countless tweets.
@.username12312: Was that y/n y/l/n in the RedBull garage? I thought her and Max had a falling out???
reply to @.usernam12312 @.user345: Yeah they haven't been friends for a long time. It had something to do with Kelly
reply to @.user345 @.username12312: oh yeah, you're right! I always liked y/n better anyways
You were amused reading the speculation and decided to stir the pot further. While Max was doing interviews you found Checo in the garage and asked him to take a picture with you. The confused man agreed and you quickly posted it to your Instagram story with the caption: My favorite RedBull driver, good luck tomorrow!
Carmen and Lily both slid up with laughing emojis and you walked back to Max's side, trying to avoid the rain. It was really coming down now and you weren't sure if they would even be able to go out on the track. You found Max a little while later sitting against the wall, legs sprawled out in front of him. You sunk down next to him, holding your knees into your chest.
"Think you'll be able to go out there today?" You asked casually and he looked over at you, clearly excited to hear you speaking to him.
"I would say probably not," he replied. "Maybe tomorrow morning."
"How much longer until we know?"
"Another half hour would be my guess," he said. "I can call for someone to take you back if you want to leave now?"
"No, I'll wait," you said looking down at your phone. You sat in silence for a while and the rain was starting to make you very sleepy. Losing the battle with yourself, you rested your head on Max's shoulder and he stiffened.
Max smiled to himself as you dozed off and the two of you caught the attention of the cameras, the photo soon to be splashed everywhere online. Quali was called off and Max nudged you awake, reaching out to help you up.
"Ride with me back?" He asked hopeful and you nodded. You ran into George and Carmen on the way out and she gave you a knowing look to which you rolled your eyes at.
"You guys should come out to dinner with us," George said. "We're meeting up with Alex and Lily too."
You hesitated, not wanting to miss out but at the same time your social battery was dead. You could only handle so much social interaction before you were craving your warm bed to snuggle into. You started to give in and agree but Max cut you off.
"I think y/n is done being around people for the day so I'm going to take her back."
You looked at him surprised and the realization that he still knew you so well just added more fire to the internal turmoil you were facing. Bidding them goodbye, you followed Max out of the paddock and into the car he had rented for the weekend. The car ride was silent as well as the elevator ride up to your floor.
Max followed close behind you as you made your way to your room and it was starting to irritate you.
"You don't need to walk me to my room Max," you said and he looked at your sheepishly.
"I'm in the one right next to you."
"Are you fucking serious?" You asked frustrated. "I need space Max!"
"I just want you to be safe," he defended and you rolled your eyes.
"From what?" You exclaimed. "Oh yeah, your girlfriend I mean ex-girlfriend is from here. Think she's sending people after me?"
"I don't think that's funny," he said, eyes darkening. "Sue me for wanting you close to me. I'm not going to apologize for that."
"You are the worst," you bit out before shoving into your room, slamming the door.
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Stepping out of the steaming shower and back into the bedroom you glanced worriedly out the window. You wouldn't necessarily say that you had a fear of thunderstorms but they tended to make you uneasy.
Trying to distract yourself you put on South Park, your favorite show to watch in a hotel, but it didn't work. After a couple of booms you were still on edge. Sighing you got up and left your room, hoping a small walk around the hotel would ease your mind. By the time you made it back, Max was leaning against the wall by your door, waiting for you.
"Can't sleep?" He asked and you nodded.
"The storms."
"You always were scared of them," he teased and you scoffed.
"I'm not scared of them!" Right as you said that, a streak of lighting flashed by the hallway's window followed by a loud crash of thunder. You jumped a little and Max smirked.
"Come on," he said gesturing back to his room. You hesitated and he sighed. "We both know you won't fall asleep alone to this."
Giving in, you followed him into his room. It was a carbon copy of yours and you were amused to see South Park playing on his tv. He climbed into his bed but you stopped short; the scene in front of you reminded you of so many times before. When you traveled with him back in the day you'd often find yourself in his room at night hanging out. You always fell asleep and woke up in his arms, neither of you ever saying anything about it.
Max sat up in the bed looking at you, he knew what you were thinking.
"Y/n," he said softly as he watched you wipe a tear from your eye.
"This is so hard Max," you said, voice breaking. "How am I supposed to just forget?"
"I don't know," he confessed. "I'm sorry."
"It's not even like you broke my heart that day," you said meeting his eyes. "You had chipped away at it for so long that there wasn't even anything left to break."
Max's heart dropped and he moved over closer to where you were standing, so that you were now eye level.
"I was so scared back then y/n," he said and you put your head into your hands. "So scared of failing that I did things I shouldn't have done, like pushing you away to protect myself."
"Protect yourself from what?" You said, looking back at him.
"Your unconditional love," he said sadly and you tried to compose yourself, taking a deep breath.
"You acted like nothing happened, I watched you move on with your life," you accused, whispering to him.
"I did not move on, I was a mess. I couldn't eat or sleep for months and I latched on to you in whatever way I could through your videos or podcast. Every picture or video you saw of me was strictly PR."
"But you never reached out, not once in these past few years," you said, starting to grow angry with him.
"Neither did you!" He exclaimed.
"That's not fair Max," you retorted, moving away from him.
"Isn't it though? You accused me of moving on but I watched you do the same. I watched your popularity grow, watched you start to travel around the world, watched you post with other guys. You didn't need me to be happy."
"I needed my best friend!" You yelled and he flinched. "I needed you to be there to call when I got a new deal! I needed you to be there to lean on when I had self doubt! You ruined everything Max. I could never be truly happy celebrating something because in the back of my mind I was thinking about how you should have been there with me!"
Max squeezed his eyes shut, sitting down on the bed.
"I don't know how to fix this schatje," he whispered and you flinched at the term of endearment. "Everything has been so dark for so long. I am okay with you hating me forever. Because even if you just look at me, it'll be a better day than what I've had."
Sniffling, you stared into his red rimmed eyes. "I want to forget about you so badly Max but I can't."
He smiled softly at you before patting the bed.
"Please sleep here tonight, it will make me feel so much better knowing you were well rested. I'll sleep on the pull out couch," he said standing up.
"Just sleep in the bed with me," you said sighing, wiping the tears from your face before climbing into the bed. Max slid in next to you, leaving a healthy distance between the two of you and you drifted off to sleep.
The sound of his alarm woke you up at 4:30 and you groaned sleepily. Max's arms were wrapped tightly around you, his head buried in your hair as he refused to open his eyes.
"Max, you have to wake up," you said and he mumbled incoherently into you. You pried his hands off your body and stood up, stretching. He watched you lazily from the bed, wondering if this was a dream.
"I'm going to go get ready and then I'll meet you back in the hallway in 30 minutes okay?" You asked him and he nodded. Leaving his room you headed back into yours to get ready for the day. Your eyes were still a little swollen from last night but that was nothing a little makeup couldn't fix.
Pairing the new RedBull jacket with a black jeans you gathered all your stuff before texting Carmen about what had happened last night. All she responded was that we would discuss it in person and sent a winky face.
Max looked more awake standing out in the hallway and you both left for the track.
Qualifying was a mess to put it simply. Crash after crash after crash. It was spiking your anxiety to watch and you were just praying that Max would make it out unscathed. He did make it without crashing, but not without controversy.
You grew furious as you watched everyone in Q2 get to finish their laps following Lance's crash except for Max and Esteban. This made him miss out on Q3 for the first time in forever. You knew he was pissed when he got out of the car and his eyes met yours for a brief second. He talked to his engineers before grabbing your hand to drag you with him to over where he had to do interviews.
Standing behind the reporter you watched him try to contain his anger.
âIf a guy goes straight into the wall, it is a straight red,â he said. âI don't understand why you need to take 30, 40 seconds for a red flag to come out...â
His voice was rising as he said it and both you and the reporter braced for the impact of whatever he was going to say next. He started to say something but then looked over at you and stopped himself, taking a deep breath before waving off the question.
âI donât care in all honesty, it is so stupid to talk about. Itâs ridiculous.â
He answered a couple more questions about the race happening later and you waited patiently. Christian came to join you and gave you a knowing look.
"I told you that being here would make things better," he said with a glint in his eyes. "I'm giving you credit for him avoiding more community service."
Things got even better after that with Max winning the Grand Prix in what you could only describe as a complete masterclass.
As the celebrations wrapped up, you and Max found yourselves alone in the quiet of the garage, both still processing the day's whirlwind. He glanced at you, a hesitant warmth in his gaze.
Max reached for your hand, gently holding it, as if afraid you'd slip away again. "I'm glad you came, I've needed you here for a long time."
"I'm still not sure where we stand Max," you said unsure of how to deal with what you were feeling.
"As long as your standing next to me, I'll be okay," he said cheekily and you smiled. You knew that your relationship had a long way to go but maybe, just maybe, it was finally starting again.
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One-on-One
Pairing: Professor Henry Cavill x Student Male Reader
Genre: Fluffy Smut, MDNI
Kinks/Warnings/Notes: AMAB Reader; Calling the reader a slut, a whore; Calling the reader a good boy, praise; Slapping and spanking; Age gap; Professor x Student
Length: 5.1k words
Synopsis: You're one of the lucky few to have ever experienced one of Professor Cavill's lectures. And you are the lucky, singular person to have ever experienced his heart-racing one-on-one session.
A/N: oml hiiii! If you're reading this, then thank you very much! this is my first time writing something over a thousand words (of my own volition) in probably 3 years at least! It's also my first time writing serious smut GAHAHAHAH I would appreciate feedback (totally optional), but most of all, hope you enjoy :D
Credits: @/aquazero for the divider and @/starboye for helping me with formatting and tagging!! ^-^
I picked this one just for you! I hope itâs sweet and juicyâŠ
Youâve always liked your Ancient Mythologies Studies class. It was an easy A, one that came packaged with an interesting topic to boot. Who doesnât want to hear of the religions and myths of civilizations from thousands and thousands of years ago?
The answer is most people. It was one of the smallest classesâeven with a size cap of twenty, it had barely filled out ten slots. It seemed most people simply didnât take interest in the subject. That meant that most people were poor, unfortunate people, because they didnât have the pleasure of knowing Professor Cavill.Â
Professor Cavill had worked at the university teaching their Ancient Mythologies Studies class for the past several years. He was a graduate of this school and, after having established himself as a prominent archaeologist, he opted to take time and teach a course for two sessions weekly. In his words he, âWanted to help inspire any young people with a passion for learning about those that came before us.âÂ
You had found those words so, so interesting. But it was more so about the man saying them.Â
Professor CavillâHenryâwas a tall, broad-shouldered man in his mid-forties. He was kind and considerate to each member of his class, treating them with a warmth and manner youâd read about in an overly unrealistic romance novel. And yet, he was very much real. You had class with him every Monday morning and Friday night.Â
Classes which you would sit in, bouncing your leg and hiding a raging boner as you watched the man fiddle with and adjust his tie.Â
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âY/N, are you sure youâd rather not attend the festivities?âÂ
Ah, just your luck, wasnât it? Your college had been holding a concert for a handful of its alumni to celebrate their bandâs first national tour. The university had decided that, due to the band falling under the alternative genre, they would allow classes to continue should any students or staff be disinterested.Â
It just so happened that, as much as you werenât opposed to them, you also werenât heavily inclined to actually attend their show. You had figured that at least one of your ten classmates would feel the same.Â
Apparently not.
Hence, you now sat alone in a small lecture room, the chairs beside you empty as you stared at your beloved professor, Professor Cavill.Â
âAh, no, professor. Were you looking to attend?âÂ
âMyself? My personal taste doesnât align with their music. As much as I love Clive-âÂ
Clive was the lead singer and, as you recall, one of Professor Cavillâs former students.Â
â-weâll be meeting for a congratulations dinner tomorrow evening. Weâve already discussed.â
He smiled, dimples forming, as he flipped open his files for the nightâs lecture.Â
Then he had to reach for his stupid tie.Â
âWould you mind if I loosened my tie? Iâve been feeling warm as of earlier this evening.âÂ
His large, somewhat hairy hand was already holding the knot one either side. He did it often; you had come to suspect it was an unconscious habit at times. He would tug at his tie, calling attention to his strong chest or those bulging bicepsâŠ
Damn his stupid tie. Today, it was his blue tie, one you knew to be one of his favourites. He wore it at least thrice a month, most often during Friday sessions.
Every time he would touch it, toy with it, it sent shivers down your spine and blood straight to your cock. You almost werenât sure if you hated or loved that he was almost never without one.
âAh, not at all, Sir. Go ahead.âÂ
âThank you, Y/N.â
God, your name sounded so good out of his mouth. He drew the syllables out, gave it this weight that you hadnât heard your name spoken with before. You could get addicted to the way he had said it just now. You were tempted to find an excuse to have him say it again.Â
That opportunity came as, for the first time, he pushed past absentminded tugs at his tie and now pulled the knot away from his chest. For the first time, you saw his neck without the tie drawing attention. It almost sounded manic to say but⊠the sight began to draw you in.Â
And then he overshot it. The tie came off, knot still done, but it was completely removed now. He stared down at the cloth before using his free hand to undo it, leaving it nice and straight in his hand.Â
âDo you mind if I forgo it?â
Eye contact. He made eye contact with those god damn near hypnotising eyes. They really were unique; the man had something called segmental heterochromia. He had mentioned it once before. It meant that his left iris, though mostly blue like his right, had a patch of brown in its upper half.Â
It felt mystifying, like a siren whose song you couldnât ignore. He continued to look at you, and without him breaking eye contact, you were hopelessly unable to do so yourself. Instead, you simply muttered a weak response.Â
âGo ahead, Sir.â
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Class seemed to fly by. Your hand wrote on its own as your legs bounced, mind and senses completely and utterly hinged on the manâs every word and movement. Though he entranced you each time you sat in on his lectures, tonight was different. You had always blamed his tie. Itâs the tie. The playing with the tie, his stature with it, thatâs what you blamed for your constant erections.Â
But it was difficult to deny it when, as the man orated with his tie discarded, you found your cock throbbing more eagerly than you can remember it having ever done before.
Sweat rolled down your forehead from the heat you were feeling. You cursed yourself, begging that the man would somehow not notice the warmth that afflicted you. But, as you let yourself look at him again, really look at him, you were both relieved and mortified to find that he was under the same circumstances.Â
âIs the air conditioning broken?â
His words were breathless as he fanned himself with his papers. He was tugging at his collar now, further exposing his neck, now slick with sweat. It seemed to be bothering him more than it was you, somehow.Â
âI-I think so.â
You could barely manage to let the words out. Your breathing had gotten unsteady, mind and body unable to focus as the man groaned from the discomfort. Seemingly without realising, his hand undid the two topmost buttons of his shirt. It exposed his chestâa strong chest covered in wild, dark black hair that you had been completely oblivious to the glorious existence of.
âY/N? Are you alright? Is something-â
Of course now he notices your stares. It couldnât have been when it was something that was easily explained away, like you were staring at him due to intent listening. No, it had to be when your gaze, which he followed, led down to his exposed chest. His exposed chest which had, mortifyingly, caused a wet spot to form in your pants.Â
âAh, my apologies. Let me redo my button-âÂ
âNo! I mean-â
Your words came out too eager. Your brain was screaming at your mouth not to speak, to not make an utter fool of yourself. But your mouth chose to go rogue, instead opting to speak like a horned-up teen begging his boyfriend to keep making out with him.Â
âY-you donât have to. I donât mind.âÂ
An eyebrow was cocked in your direction.Â
âIs that so, Y/N?âÂ
Your silence was used to scream, rather than actually think of anything remotely close to damage control.Â
âY-yes Sir. I donât mind if you keep your buttons undone.â
âIf thatâs the case, thenâŠâÂ
Was this⊠reality? Surely it could be. It was impossible.Â
You were sitting there, cock leaking with precum like you were a virgin watching your first porno, as your handsome professor began to undo buttons, one after another. He was exposing himself further and further with each passing second, each button exposing a new section of chiselled, hairy, sweat-covered skin.
His breaths were deep and heavy, sighs and groans of relief sending more and more sensations to your cock. Every vibration of his vocal chords seemed to be felt in full force by your erection, not helping your situation in any way whatsoever.Â
Then the man had the gall to take his shirt off, folding it neatly and placing it aside.Â
His body truly was magnificent. Plush, thick muscles were a constant, whether you looked at his chest, his abs, his shoulders, or any of his muscles. They radiated strength, covered in that same black hair as on his chest and equally slick with sweat. His body glistened under the dim light of the lights hanging above, almost like a gladiator fresh from battle.Â
How the hell were you supposed to react? What the hell were you supposed to do?Â
âY/N, itâs hot, isnât it? Would you mind if I further⊠undressed?â
How the hell were you supposed to say no to that?Â
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It was almost pathetic how easily the man got you to fish your cock out of your strained pants. Little more than an offhanded request, actually.Â
Now you sat, pants and underwear around your ankles, your own shirt unbuttoned, as you feverishly pumped your erect dick. Your hand glided up and down due to the slickness of your overflowing precum, breathing unstable and desperate. But you were helpless, the possibility of you stopping a distant memory.
Professor Cavill was now nearly nude. He had discarded his elegant brown leather shoes and well-tailored pants, also in a neat pile on his desk. It left him, his statuesque form, completely exposed to you and your horny, unabashedly feral mind. It was a wonder you hadnât cum yet.Â
âKeep pumping for me, Y/N. Be a good boy and keep going.âÂ
Fuck, you couldnât stop. Not when he said your name in a gruff, demanding voice. Not when he called you the sweetest pet names. Not when he stared at you, panting and eager, with a hunger that a predator has for its prey.Â
Most especially when his cock strained against dark, black fabric, as he rubbed along his clothed shaft as he took in the sight of your desperate form.Â
âProf-âÂ
âHenry. Call me Henry, Y/N.âÂ
Shit, you could feel your cum about to well up and burst.Â
âHenry!âÂ
He gave you a curt nod of approval. Your stomach pulsed with excitement.Â
âP-please, fuck me-!âÂ
You looked at him, eyes wide and begging, and desperately awaited a reply. With mercy, he gave you one.Â
âAlright, Y/N. Iâll fuck you.âÂ
You let out a pathetic, strangled mewl as your cum sprayed up and onto your sweaty torso.Â
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Henryâgah, you got to call him Henryâhad a cock that you couldnât fully process was actually human. It was too perfect. It was thick, nearly as thick as your wrist though thankfully just short. It was lengthy, having had to be nine or ten inches at full mast. His balls were heavy, full of cum that he was eager to let out, and the base of his shaft was buried in a wild, thick, furry bush.Â
It was so close to you. It throbbed in front of you as you sat in your chair, the proximity allowing you to see the thick, pulsing vein that ran from base to near the tip. It let you watch as that fat, mushroom tip leaked a viscous, sticky precum. It lets you inhale that delicious, heady musk, intoxicating your mind and sending it reeling.Â
It was almost too much to process. Almost.
You were far, far too eager to begin sucking on the fat shaft. Who could blame you? People would pay good money to get a taste of a cock this perfect.Â
Fuck, the taste! A salty, somehow indescribably masculine taste, that flooded and overwhelmed your mind. It felt like you were at risk of addiction. Nothing had ever or would ever taste this damn divine. The copious amounts of thick, even saltier, precum being pumped into your throat was an excellent, equally addictive addition.
Even though it hurt and strained your jaw to stretch that wide and accommodate its length, the activity felt simply euphoric. If Henry would let you, youâd opt to do nothing more and nothing less than worship his cock, day and night.Â
âThatâs a good, good boy, Y/N. Lube up my cock.â
You always were one to follow Henryâs instructions. Always one to listen, to be a good, obedient puppy. Maybe thatâs why you were his favourite.Â
And, as he uttered praise and guided your head with a large handâs firm grip, you certainly werenât going to start disobeying now. With a hum of acknowledgement, you dutifully continued your task.
Once satisfied, Henry grunted and lightly tapped the back of your head.Â
âThatâs good, baby. Thatâs enough. Come, get off my cock now.âÂ
Part of you wanted to resist. How were you supposed to tear yourself away from his dick? It sounded impossible. But, you were eager for his praise, to hear him call you a good boy again. So, with one last deep dive down, your nose pressed into his hairy bush and your lips to the base of his shaft, you reluctantly pulled your face away and off of his delicious dick.Â
âGood fucking boy. Youâre a very, very good boy, Y/N.âÂ
Your cock throbbed with lust-filled need as you nodded with pure excitement.Â
âYou deserve a reward. Lay on my desk, Y/N, and let me take care of your now.âÂ
This was somehow the easiest instruction of the night to follow. You found yourself, now nude with your clothes having been folded just like Henryâs, laying on your back on his wooden desk. The surface felt cold and hard, but the feeling of a sturdy base comforted you. You knew that youâd need it.Â
As you took deep, steady breaths. The first of the night, actually. Your mind was trained on one thing, one concern rather.Â
How would you take his monstrous cock?Â
The answer would come soon. Without warning, your legs were lifted by two strong hands. You looked down, seeing as Henry in all his glory set your ankles on his broad shoulders. He began pressing light kisses to your skin, beard tickling your skin, as he maintained unwavering eye contact. It caused you to let out a soft laugh, which he opted to respond to.Â
âYour voice is beautiful, Y/N. Save it for me, okay?âÂ
You felt it then. His fat, throbbing, steaming hot cock was set beside yours, pressed between your dick and your thigh. He was slowly and subtly moving his hips back and forth, groaning at the sensational friction.
âYouâll let me hear you sing tonight, yeah? Let me hear your wonderful voice, Y/N.âÂ
His words were sweet like honey. It was almost enough to distract you from the prodding of his thick fingers against your tight hole. But, as you felt them push past your tight ring of muscle, your voice came out like the gates had been torn down, a moan resounding through the room.Â
âThere you go. Good boy⊠moan for me. Let me hear each and every one, okay?âÂ
You stared at him, eyes half-lidded, and nodded with an eager need to please.
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âDeep breaths, Y/N. Deep breaths for me nowâŠâ
How could someone so sweet cause so much pain? Henry was hunched over, his large, comforting hands on either side of your head as he hovered his face no more than four inches from yours. His heavy breaths fanned against your cheeks as he kept a steady, solid eye contact between you two. It was wondrous how much fire brewed within you from such a mundane act.Â
âAre you ready? Iâm going to insert the tip, alright?âÂ
He looked at you with such care and concern that it almost shocked you. He was a big, hulking man with a terrifyingly huge cock, but as it has come to be shown, a larger heart. It was so damn cheesy, wasnât it?Â
But that didnât matter as you nodded once again, body unable to take the anticipation, the waiting, for him to shove his fat cock inside.Â
âŠExcept maybe it had to. His cockhead slipped inside with ease, but that wasnât to say it wasnât fucking painful. You let out a strangled half-moan half-scream, and within seconds, those large hands were patting the side of your head.
âY/N? Is it too much? Iâll stop, okay? Should I pull out?â
Henry was kissing your forehead, your cheeks, the sides of your lips. He muttered small praises and comforts, every other kiss targeting a tear that had fallen from the pain. He kept true to his word; his hips remained still, his cock not pushing a millimetre further inside. It was from that moment of calm that, as you adjusted to the burning stretch, you were able to speak.Â
âD-donât. Just- give me a second to-âÂ
You huffed out, desperate for air.Â
â-adjust!âÂ
He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. He tasted, somehow, better than his cock. It wasnât quite something you could place, to be frank. It was a savoury taste, one with hints of candies you couldnât identify and a tea whose flavour you couldnât imagine. But it was entirely and wholly the delicious thing youâve ever or will ever have.Â
That was worth getting addicted to. And if Henry would let you, youâd chase that taste every single moment you can. Something told you that yeah, he would.Â
âYouâre doing so, so good for me, Y/N. So good, you feel so goodâŠâÂ
Henryâs voice was low and comforting, just as much, if not more than his calming touches. He spoke in whispers between each kiss, and it led you to slowly, but surely, adjust to the pain. Before you had even realised, all you felt was the desire for him to push even further.Â
âH-Henry, you can move now⊠pleaseâŠâÂ
âAre you sure, Y/N?âÂ
Hearing your name roll off his tongue, so casual by this point, only cemented your enthusiasm. You nodded slowly and weakly, smiling the best you could.Â
âFuck, youâre beautiful⊠Hold on to me, and tell me if I need to stop, okay?âÂ
Your cock nearly bounced at the praise. You eked out another nod as your hands came up to rest on his shoulders, leading him to return your smile with one of his own. And fuck, it was gorgeous.Â
He kept his movement slow. It was torturous, but you could appreciate the time and the caution he took. His face watched yours, now scanning for any sign of pain or discomfort. At every wince or scrunch, he would stop, waiting for a nod or smile as your sign of readiness.Â
âYou feel excellent, Y/N. Being with you⊠I could get obsessed with this feeling, you know?âÂ
He leaned down to kiss you yet again. He kissed you, giving you yet another helping of that impossibly lovely taste: his taste.Â
And then⊠then he brushed against your prostate, his cock like a mallet smashing into a button. Even slow, it sent a shock up your spine and a resulting heat through your nerves. Your loud, vulgar moans were taken with great joy and adoration from Henry, his smile only growing fonder.Â
âYou sound so good, Y/N. Let it out for meâŠâÂ
Perhaps you took it a tad too far as your cock, with the pressure to your prostate, burst with another spray of hot, sticky cum that painted both tour and Henryâs stomachs. Such a reaction was met with a warm laughter.Â
âNot what I meant, but Iâm not complaining. Itâs good to know you feel good, baby.âÂ
He leaned in for yet another kiss and, in the hypnotising exchange, you just barely processed a large, encapsulating hand taking hold of your cock. Henry began to spread your cum across your own shaft, using it to pump your still-sensitive cock towards unbearable pleasure.Â
âIâm gonna keep making you feel good, okay?âÂ
Sweat had beaded all over your skin now, streams running down your body as Henryâs own dripped down and onto your frame. He was pushing just a bit faster nowâyou almost couldnât take the wait any longer. That once painful stretch had evolved into pleasure. It had evolved from a burning heat contained to your ass and spread into this resounding, unending warmth washing through you. In the process, it had devolved you into a writhing, moaning mess.
His cock was large, that was certainly clear. It was the kind of large that made your stomach bulge, the kind that you knew you wouldnât ever be able to take with ease no matter how many times it had fucked you. And shit, you hoped that it would fuck you so, so many more times.Â
But your composure only broke down further when his cock seemed to reach so impossibly deep inside, spreading your insides apart like it was trying to break you. Moan after moan fell out as your back arched involuntarily, only accentuating the bulge in your stomach.Â
âBaby? Y/N?âÂ
You hadnât even realised it, but Henry had stopped pushing himself deeper. Now, as he buried into what felt like the core of you and sent waves of electrifying heat with even the slightest twitch of his dick, his hips were flush against yours. He had bottomed out.Â
âHenryâŠâÂ
Words other than the manâs name didnât seem to be able to form. He, however, had so much to say.Â
âFuck, youâre amazing, Y/N. Youâre taking me so damn wellâŠâÂ
The hand not on your cock let go of your face and glided down your body, tracing lines down your shaking body, and stopped just over the bulging portion of your stomach. He brushed it gently, causing yet another crackle of electricity to wrack through you.
âCan⊠can I start to move?âÂ
Oh, you couldâve broken your neck with how fast you agreed.
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âShit, shit! You feel so damn good, Y/N.âÂ
Henryâs calm demeanour had taken a backseat. It was still there, in careful touches to your face and sweet caresses of your body. You could still hear it in every little praise he threw out, and every loving glance he gave your half-lidded eyes.Â
His hips, though, had practically lost any form of restraint.Â
He withdrew and pushed back in with speed and force, hips slamming with a harsh and sharp slap. Your ass felt sore by this point, but it was a warm, comfortable soreness when paired with the sheer, blinding pleasure of Henryâs cock.Â
By the gods, the pleasure was insane. It was driving you mad, your vision going white. His cock, no matter how many times it was thrust into you, remained impossibly large and impossibly deep-reaching. It felt as though it only went deeper and deeper with each push, a result of your fractured state.Â
But how could one stay sane when their body was being overwhelmed with such unimaginable pleasure.Â
As drool began to spill and your eyes rolled back, Henry was quick to grab you by the chin and lock you into yet another kiss. Unlike the times before, though it carried the same sweetness, it was now heavy with a hunger, a need. He hungered for you, and he needed to fucking ruin you.Â
And Henryâs a man who accomplishes his goals, isnât he? He began thrusting into your harder, harsher than he had before. He thrust over and over and over again, his movements without a single missed beat or second of hesitation.Â
His kisses remained constant too. His thick, strong tongue had shoved its way past your pretty lips and began to gnash against your tongue. It was a strange but nonetheless mind numbingly good feeling to have him invade your body even further.Â
By now, his grip had transferred to and firmed on your hips. He kept you nice and planted in place on that damn sturdy desk of his, even as each thrust threatened its integrity. His pace was relentless, the wood starting to creak with his forcefulness.Â
He drew back, saliva still stringing your mouth and his.Â
âY-you feel good, Y/N?âÂ
Who knew this man could stutter? But fuck, he made it sound hot. He sounded so lost in the pleasure, and even then, so firm in his every word.Â
âY-yes!âÂ
He gave a crooked smile at your words.Â
âGood! Do you like the way I taste, Y/N? The way my spit tastes?âÂ
How vulgar was that? And how vulgar was it that, the second you tried to respond with a very clear yes, he decided to drop a fat glob of hot spit onto your cheek? He brought his thumb up to rub it into your skin and, hell, you were about to thank him for it.Â
You couldnât as he cut you off with yet another breathtaking kiss. You were left panting and unable to speak at all when he pulled away.
âYouâre a whore, you know? A beautiful, obedient, whore.âÂ
His words carried no malice, only a heavy lust that he was just barely stopping from pushing him towards ruining your body completely.Â
âBut youâre my whore, alright? Donât you ever fucking forget.âÂ
He slapped your cheek. It wasnât one of anger, moreso just trying to snap you into focus. He wanted an answer and, as his best and favourite student, he knew he would get a reply out of you.Â
âI-Iâm your whore, sir!âÂ
It was a miracle you could speak, really. It was especially miraculous because the second he heard that, with one resounding slam of his hips into yours, you felt it.Â
âFuck, Y/N!â
In the moment, as you arched your back and let your mouth flow with moans at the highest possible volume, Henryâs cock pumped gush after gush of burning hot, viscous, cum.Â
It felt like molten steel, an impossible extreme of everything that semen was meant to be. And as such, it brought the pleasure you felt from having your stomach pumped full of it to a high that you could never reach with any drug imaginable.Â
And through it, his hips hadnât chosen to stop. Every thrust was now being punctuated with a new load of cum filling your already full belly, each one followed then with another slap to your ass or lust-driven proclamation of love.Â
âGod, I love your tight fucking ass-â
You were screaming as you came at the height of the momentâs intensity.
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You werenât sure when the night ended, exactly. It seemed that the man had fucked you for hours on end, until he had emptied his fat ballsâ storage of cum and filled your belly with it. He had fucked you till your cock hurt, and each climax produced a dry orgasm due to empty tanks.Â
He had fucked you till you were left unable to think of anything but his cock and the taste of his sweet, delicious lips. Â
And now, he was buried deep inside you still, pressing kiss after kiss to your neck as you desperately gasped for air.Â
âDid I go too hard? Are you hurt, Y/N?âÂ
Your body was, in fact, aching. It was this numb, almost muffled pain that was eclipsedâor perhaps even part ofâthis euphoric pleasure that continued to grasp you. Things no longer felt real, at this point, but a dream youâd rather not wake from.Â
But things were very much reality, and that included a high-off-sex and full-of-affection Henry.Â
âI apologise for the slaps, they were rather forcefulâŠâÂ
You managed out a shake of the head to signal a no. The laugh that he gave, boisterous yet quiet, made your heart pound again.Â
âI see. I suppose weâll need ample time to explore what we both enjoy, hm?âÂ
The idea of more time with Henry, more time doing this, was certainly exciting. He didnât need more than your dumb little smile, one you couldnât wipe off your face even if you wanted or tried to, to tell you thought.Â
âI can see you like the prospect, hm?âÂ
Another chuckle and another kiss. What bliss this was.Â
âIâm going to pull out now, so that we can both get cleaned up, okay? Just breathe for me, Y/N, just like earlier.âÂ
You tried to follow, you really did. But as your hole was quickly left empty, gaping and clenching around nothing, you couldnât help but whine unintelligible mutterings. Henry responded with even more pecks to your lips and caresses to your soft, delicate skin.Â
Henry was certainly a gentleman. He had taken some tissues from the box he reserved for students with colds and used then to to clean the outer portion of your sloppy hole. His hands, as large as they were, moved soft and delicate, careful not to press against any overly sensitive parts.Â
He had taken to cleaning himselfâdrying his cock, much to your dismay, with more paper towels. He had noticed your sadness and, with an admittedly smug smirk, said heâd allow you to suck his cock clean next time. It was still strange, even after the night you had had with him, to hear such lewd language uttered from the refined manâs mouth.
By the time he had dressed himself, your breathing had steadied. Your backside was still sore and leaking, but he had promised to help with that back at his apartment.Â
Wait.
His apartment?Â
âAh, would you rather not? I can clean you up in the facilities here and-âÂ
âNo, no! Iâd-â
You coughed. All the sweat, mixed with what was now cool night air, had left your body just a tad sick. Well, that and the exhaustion from having taken on such an impossible task and cock.Â
â-love to. Iâd love to go home with you, Henry.âÂ
He smiled like he hadnât heard anything quite as lovely before. You smiled back in return.Â
He was the eager to tug on your boxers and wrap you in his suit jacket as a means of decency. He lifted you up bridal-style and pressed a kiss to your forehead. The man was strong and, with the ease that was carrying you, he even held your folded clothing in the hand supporting your butt.Â
You even found the strength to be humorous in the moment, letting out a joking, âOoh, strong guy, huh?âÂ
He graced you yet again with one of those pure, unadulterated laughs.
âIâm glad to have had this one on one session with you, Y/N. Certainly was productive, wasnât it?â
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