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Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Fade into you

A/N: Honestly I never expected Mina to win this poll but I'm glad she did 🫶🏻 this is some soft AU Mina fluff

tw: mild mention of scoliosis, mild mention of sickness (temperature, flu), mention of pain medication, fluff

word count: 8k

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Wilhemina Venable was many things, incredibly smart, sassy, not afraid to hold back when someone annoyed her with their stupidity, she was an introvert, living in her own little life that she enjoyed including her routines. However she definitely wasn't outgoing, she wasn't one to consciously go to a social event, meet people voluntarily unless it was somehow included in her job for the company she works for.

And so it really was a surprise when you spotted her at the book club meeting at the library you had been working at for quite some time now. It certainly wasn't a career, but on the way to your degree, it certainly was a quiet part time job, paying the bills, while you got to be around the things you had always loved most- books. Your shift was almost finished, setting up the chairs and a little tea station for the book club meeting, people slowly drawing in from outside to discuss one of their favourite authors. And that's when you spotted her again, the mysterious woman with red hair, the sound of a cane echoing through the usual silent library following her wherever she went, as well as the color lilac that coated her beautiful features.

,,Wilhemina'' you think to yourself, your photogenic memory reminding you of her name when she first signed up a few months ago and how captivated you had been by her ever since. She was a regular at this point, at first really only coming in to get some books before disappearing again, always bringing them back on time, mostly a few days before she was meant to. Before she eventually spent every Wednesday afternoon at the library, assuming that must be her day off from work. It was undeniably a surprise to see her here tonight, as throughout the last few months you had never seen her engage with anyone before, always quiet, never exchanging too many words with you but you could see a depth behind her brown eyes that you definitely had gotten lost in a few times by now.

Through the dimly lit library, you watch as she approaches, the soft glow illuminating her features, wearing a lilac long skirt, matching jacket and a slightly darker shade collar, her heels and cane dancing on the floor, echoing through the quiet library, before more people draw in, blending out the noise. As she takes a seat, book neatly in her lap, you feel as her eyes linger on you, despite working on your tasks of neatly setting down the cups and biscuits for the book club members. While the meeting begins, you consider whether to join, having of course read the book, but deciding against it as you still had a pile of assignments to finish. However, before signing out from your computer, you decide to stay a little longer, retreating upstairs to the gallery, overlooking the library and ultimately book club meeting, typing away quietly on your computer, while still observing carefully.

Despite your best attempts, you couldn't stop glancing at the scene downstairs, hearing them chat, laugh and read some pages, your eyes always darting back to the mysterious woman named Wilhemina. And whenever your eyes averted them, focusing your attention on your screen and work again, you missed how the same mysterious woman would glance towards you, having of course noticed your absence and where you had retreated to, unaware that she was equally captivated by you. Some time passes, enough time for you to mostly finish a draft for your essay, and so glancing at the time, you collect your things, knowing you would have to do this all over again tomorrow, arrive at work for the early shift and having to balance your assignments.

After heading downstairs, you catch one last glimpse of Wilhemina, still engrossed in her book, her expression unreadable. You can't shake the feeling of curiosity about her, about what she's like beyond the surface, beyond the walls she put up around herself. As you pass by the book club members, you exchange polite smiles and nods, but your mind is elsewhere, still thinking about the redhead woman. She was like a puzzle, one you can't quite solve, a mystery waiting to be unravelled. Nevertheless you head towards home, her gaze following you as you exit the library, wanting to urgently catch up on some rest before returning tomorrow.

As the sun begins it's descent, casting a warm golden glow over the city, you find yourself once again at the library, preparing for another day of work. Today is Wednesday and for some reason you can't shake the anticipation of seeing Wilhemina again. Her presence lingers in your thoughts since last night, her mysterious aura captivating your mind.

The clock ticks closer to the afternoon, and it's no surprise as you hear the familiar sound of the library door opening, heels and a cane tapping softly against the flooring. There she is, Wilhemina Venable, stepping into the quiet sanctuary of books. Her lilac attire stands out against the muted colours of the library, her presence both ethereal and comforting.

,,Good afternoon Ms Venable'' you greet her as she approaches your desk, your features soft. She carries a stack of books in a bag, before retreating them one by one and passing them to you, including her pass with an equally warm smile ,,Good afternoon'' she greets you.

,,Returning these?" you ask softly, internally scolding yourself as it was quite obvious that she was returning those. The redhead woman nods, causing for a rush of nervous energy to course through you.

,,Not much of a crime fan?'' she startles you as you scan her pass, the woman pointing towards the book you had been reading next to your computer. Your eyebrows furrow, before she speaks again ,,I couldn't help but notice your absence last night'' she fills you in before your mouth forms an O shape in realisation of her words.

,,Oh, I.. I had some work to catch up on'' you reply, a hint of sheepishness in your voice. ,,Essays and assignments, you know how it is''. As you speak she listens intently to your every words, reading each one of your expression as if she was equally studying you like some book. As if she wanted to read every page, unravel each little thing about you.

The woman simply nods understandingly as you pass her back her library pass, a glint of something in her eyes, a curiosity that mirrors your own. ,,Perhaps next time'' she suggests, her lips quirking into a small smile. As your surprised eyes meet hers, the shock of her invitation quite literally written across your features, she is quick to add ,,It's always nice to have a new perspective in the discussion'' causing you to quickly force a polite smile.

,,Definitely Ms Venable'' you assure, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you at her words. You watch as she leaves, retreating to the usual shelves of books that must be her favourite genre to read before she disappears in the maze of the library, the countless shelves, thousands of books and people blending in the darkness of the library, despite the soft glow around, mixed with the beginning sunset.

The atmosphere in the library feels charged with the energy of the woman's presence, her departure leaving you with a sense of longing and curiosity. You can't help but wonder what it would be like to spend more time with her, to unravel the layers of mystery that surround her. As the day goes on, you find yourself lost in thoughts, your mind wandering back to the woman. Despite the tasks of shelving books and helping people, her image almost vividly lingers on your mind, her lilac presence haunting your thoughts.

When your shift finally comes to an end, closing up for the night before heading out the library, the golden rays of the sun setting, cast a long shadow on the sidewalk. As you make your way home, you can't help the feeling of excitement that bubbles within you, the prospect of seeing the woman again, filling you with anticipation.

The days pass by in a whirlwind of work, study and the occasional thoughts of Wilhemina. Each day, you find yourself eagerly anticipating the next book club meeting, the woman lingering in your mind like a sweet melody. As the week progresses, you make sure to read up on the book that the club will be discussing, spending your evening lost in it's pages, in the world of the story, eager to be prepared for the discussion.

Finally, the day of the book club meeting arrives, again stacking up the little tea and biscuit table and setting out the chairs neatly. It doesn't take long before the usual group of book club members gather, chatting animatedly amongst themselves. You spot Wilhemina sitting in her usual spot, book tugged on her lap in the same usual way. Taking a deep breath, you join the group, feeling a sense of belonging wash over you as you take your seat. The discussion begins and you find yourself eagerly participating, sharing your thoughts and insights on the book.

As the evening progresses, you find yourself drawn to the redhead woman sitting across from you, the two of you occasionally exchanging glances and subtle smiles as the conversation flows around you. You could tell she wasn't too pleased with one of the members, named Karen who's opinions are definitely controversial, noticing the grip around her cane tighten whenever the woman spoke and even the occasional eye roll, going unnoticed by the group but not you, ever perceptive. You find yourself chuckling silently at her antics, taken back by the captivating redhead.

After the meeting comes to an end, you find yourself reaching for a little to go cup and filling it with some tea, knowing the journey home would be longer today, considering you missed your usual bus connection. While the noise from the members leaving, slowly draws out, you are a little startled as you hear cane taps echo behind you, causing you to turn around and catch a glimpse of Wilhemina. ,,I'm glad you could make it'' she remarks, giving you a warm smile before the two of you opt for walking out together. ,,Thank you Ms Venable'' you remark, your heart beating fast and loud against your chest as the two of you make it out of the quiet library and into the jungle of the city, filled with noises and cars and people rushing past you both.

,,Usual shift tomorrow?'' she questions curiously, her brown eyes meeting yours. ,,Yes'' you confirm with a warm smile, before she nods. ,,See you tomorrow'' she remarks before the two of you part ways with a polite nod. You linger for a little longer, watching as she disappears into the crowds, before turning on your heels and making your way home, the puzzle pieces finally adding together. Tonight you had learned that just like you imagined, she was incredibly smart, she didn't speak all that much during the meeting but whenever she did, she managed to read and study the characters and story in a fascinating way, her words chosen with a depth that touched you. And you also learned that she was polite with you, however not holding back her disapproval of some other members who spoke much less composed than her, much less smart and engaged than her.

As the following day at the library unfolds, you find yourself stealing glances at Wilhemina whenever you can, your mind swirling with thoughts of the captivating redhead. Despite the steady flow of people coming in and out of the library, she remains in her usual spot, engrossed in a book.

You can't shake the feeling that you want to talk to her, to engage in conversation beyond the usual polite greeting you exchange. But a nagging voice of doubt in your mind holds you back, reminding you of the professional boundaries you should maintain. You had no idea of the woman she was outside of the library, the life she was living, the possibility of people in that said life and her relationships, not wanting to burden her with your presence.

Yet, as the afternoon wears on and the library grows quieter, the urge to speak to her becomes overwhelming. You find yourself making your way over to her corner, your heart beating a little faster with each step. ,,Ms Venable'' you start, clearing your throat nervously as you approach her. She looks up from her book, her brown eyes meeting yours with a curious gaze.

,,I hope you don't mind me interrupting you'' you continue, trying to sound casual despite the butterflies in your stomach. ,,I couldn't help but notice you've been reading quite a bit lately, are you enjoying the book?''

The woman's lips curve into a small smile, and she nods then. ,,Yes it's been quite... captivating'' she replies. ,,In fact, I was wondering when the second part of this series is expected at the library''

You feel a wave of excitement at her question, grateful for the opportunity to engage in conversation with her. ,,Oh, let me check that for you'' you say eagerly, disappearing for a moment as you pull up the library database on your computer. After a quick search you find the information she is searching for, before returning.

,,It looks like the second part is due to arrive next week'' you inform her, glancing back up to meet her gaze. ,,Would you like me to reserve a copy for you?'' Her smile widens at your question, before she nods appreciatively ,,That would be wonderful, thank you'' she replies. ,,I'll definitely be looking forward to it''. Walking towards your desk again, she follows you, her library pass needed to finalise the reservation. ,,Thank you Miss-'' she begins, but you quickly interrupt her ,,it's Y/N'' you offer and she nods before smiling at you ,,Wilhemina''.

A few days pass, and as Wilhemina returns to the library, she notices your absence behind the desk, figuring it must be your day off today. She settles into her usual corner with her book, the familiarity of the library's surroundings providing her comfort. The truth was the redhead never had a lot of free time, mostly only her evenings, her career as HR demanding both physically and mentally. She eventually demanded a regular day off per week, wanting to focus more on herself, getting a decent hobby besides reading every night when she returned while the history channel played in the background. And so she had opted for the local library, reading about the book club meetings and regular events and she had enjoyed it ever since, despite not being the outgoing type.

As you step into the quiet space, your eyes find your coworker first, Janice, she was considerably older, should have retired by now but enjoyed working there regardless. You fall into some easy conversation with her, as she scolds you for showing up on your day off but telling her you just had some quick business. Wilhemina can't help but notice your presence, the sight filling her with a sense of warmth and you can't help but smile as you approach her.

,,Hi'' you greet her, your voice soft, yet filled with genuine warmth. ,,I hope you don't mind me stopping by on my day off'' you announce. Wilhemina looks up from her book, surprise flickering in her brown eyes before a small smile graces her lips. ,,Not at all, it's a pleasant surprise'' she admits, setting her book aside. ,,Is everything alright?'' she asks almost with a hint of concern in her features.

You nod before speaking ,,I just came by because I have something for you'' you explain, feeling a rush of nervous energy course through you, before retreating a book from your bag. ,,Is this?'' she questions, her eyebrows furrowing. ,,Yes it's the second part, I managed to get my hands on a copy a little early'' you explain as you pass it to her.

Her facial expression changes from a warm smile to almost an unreadable one and you worry whether you had upset her somehow, whether you had crossed a boundary with her. ,,Thank you, I appreciate it truly'' she thanks you, unaware that her reaction was due to her feeling deeply touched but the redhead woman not used to anyone going out of their way in order to do something for her.

,,Would you like to take a seat? that's if you're not busy?'' she offers, pointing towards the chair across from her. And you take it, sitting down opposite her. ,,What kind of books do you enjoy?'' she asks curiously.

And so, the two of you engage in a lively conversation about books, exchanging recommendations and discussing your favourite genres and authors. You quickly learn that Wilhemina enjoys both history books, as well as mystery and crimes, even the occasional romance and horror book. As you talk, you find yourself drawn to her passion for literature, her insights and recommendations sparkling your own curiosity. Before you know it, time seems to slip away, the library around you growing dimmer as the sun begins to set.

,,I'm sorry to interrupt, but I'm just closing up'' Janice informs you both, startling the two of you a little. ,,Of course'' Wilhemina remarks, the two of you quick to retreat your things. ,,Do you need any help closing up?'' you ask politely before your coworker chuckles ,,No darling, it's your day off'' she speaks before ushering you out. Wilhemina can't help but think about your kindness, as the two of you part ways, deeply touched by the gesture of you getting the book early for her.

Another week passes, and you find yourself in the all too familiar library, logging out of your computer before getting ready to close up, as you gather your things, you are startled when you hear the all too familiar sound of a cane and you instantly turn around as you watch the redhead approach. ,,Wilhemina'' you greet her politely, as you watch her glance around the empty library. You watch her eyebrows furrow before you recall the reasoning for her being there ,,Oh I'm so sorry, did you not get the memo?'' you ask, glancing at the note that explained this weeks meeting was cancelled due to the usual person running it being sick. She glances at it as well, scolding herself for not signing up for the newsletter that you had recommended, as she didn't want any spam emails. ,,No, I'm sorry'' she chuckles, her cheeks coated in a slight red. ,,I was just going to close up'' you announce and she joins you as the two of you walk outside and you locking all the doors.

,,I'm really sorry you came here for no reason'' you apologise, frowning a little as you feel bad. ,,It's fine'' she speaks softly as she takes in your features and notices some hesitation on your face ,,I don't suppose you-'' you begin but quickly stop yourself, fighting the rest of the words back as doubts fill your mind. She tilts her head curiously at your statement, her eyes encouraging you to go on ,,Do go on'' she speaks as her brown eyes pierce through you. ,,Would you like to get some coffee?'' you ask, quickly adding ,,We could talk some more about the book then, have our own little meeting you know?''. As you struggle with your words, covering up for the fact how nervous you are she can't help but smirk ever so slightly, as you avert her eyes. ,,I would love to'' she speaks, taking you by surprise as your shocked eyes meet her own.

As Wilhemina agrees to join you for coffee, you feel a rush of excitement and nerves coursing through you. The thought of spending time with her outside of the library fills you with both anticipation and a hint of anxiety. The two of you make your way over to a nearby cafe, the cool breeze of the evening refreshing against your skin as you walk and chat along the way. Once inside, you find a cozy corner and settle in, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filling the air.

As you begin sipping your drinks, you find the words flowing naturally between you and the redhead. ,,So what did you think of the last book club meeting?'' you ask, trying to gauge her thoughts.

Wilhemina takes a thoughtful sip of her coffee before responding ,,It was interesting, to say the least. I always find it fascinating to hear different interpretations of the same story, you know?''. You agree nodding, ,,It's amazing how people can read the same book and come away with completely different perspectives'' you remark.

She smiles then, her eyes sparkling with intrigue ,,Exactly, that what makes literature so captivating, don't you think?''. You agree again ,,Definitely'' you reply, feeling a sense of excitement building between you two.

,,Although I couldn't help but sense your annoyance towards Karen'' you chuckle before her eyebrow shoots up in surprise. ,,Ugh don't even get me started'' she remarks, causing you to chuckle further.

,,So, what are you currently reading?" you ask curiously, before she leans back in her chair, a small smile playing on her lips. ,,I'm delving into some classic literature at the moment, as well as the second part of the book you got me, It's always been a passion of mine'' she explains as you listen intently to her every word.

,,That sounds fascinating'' you comment, genuinely interested. ,,I have always wanted to read more classics, but I never seem to find the time'' you admit. ,,Well if you ever need any recommendations, you know where to find me'' she says with a wink, and you can't help but chuckle at her playful tone.

,,So tell me a little bit more about yourself Y/N'' she ushers and you could tell she seemed much less tense, much less formal and taken back the way she usually was at the library.

,,I- well I study at university at the moment, close to finishing my degree and I work at the library part time, I live close-by actually'' you explain, a little unsure what she actually wanted to know.

The conversation continues to flow effortlessly, as you fill her in on what you are studying, your age, the things that you enjoy. She tells you about the company she works for, that she also lives close-by. With each passing moment, you find yourself drawn deeper into Wilhemina's world, feeling a connection growing between you that you can't quite explain yet.

Despite knowing you shouldn't, you can't help yourself and so the words quite literally blurt out of you ,,So what about you, are you in a relationship, married?''. Her eyes widen before she chuckles lowly ,,Me married?'' she scoffs then ,,Definitely not, dear'' and you can't help the blushing of your cheeks or ignoring the smirk playing on her features. ,,You?'' she asks curiously before you shake your head, feeling almost a little shy.

After some more conversation about your lives, the library and literature, the two of you part ways, both needing to head home for the night as you realised it was getting late. ,,It's been lovely'' you remark, causing the redhead to nod in agreement. ,,I feel the same way, We should do this again sometime'' she remarks, causing you to again blush under her gaze. ,,I would like that'' and with those words the two of you part ways.

On your way home, you can't help the big smile lingering across your face and spreading across your features. You feel yourself considerably drawn closer to the redhead woman, especially after learning more about her, your first instincts correct about her as she was utterly smart, even poetic at times and lovely to spend your time with. The fact that she wasn't taken only adds to your excitement, despite you not being able to ignore the almost self loathing way she answered your question and you quickly brush the thought away, assuming she couldn't see you in that way, despite the butterflies in each others stomach telling the opposite, but you totally unaware that she shared the same interest and feelings yet.

Within the next few months, the seasons slowly changing, both you and Wilhemina had grown closer, not only making the weekly book club meetings a thing but evenly your usual book chatter over coffee, weekly when your schedules allowed it. And you enjoyed it, feeling like becoming her friend, despite not being able to ignore the way your heart both beat and ached for her. You felt yourself drawn close to her, often awake at night wondering what it would feel like to hold her hand in your own, what it would feel like to be held in her arms, what it would feel like to capture her lips into your own. What it would be like to belong to her, to be hers but you knew it couldn't happen, your hopeless romantic side truly showing and the fact you had read too many romantic novels lately. You were unaware that the redhead felt equally drawn to you, a small voice in the back of her mind telling her that she shouldn't, that you are too young, too free to commit yourself to her and the burdens she carried with her.

Despite the love you felt for each other, neither of you felt like voicing it, or making a move and so it became the quiet love. Glances exchanged, her eyes meeting yours when you are working and stocking shelves with books, her eyes following as you balance on your tip toes with such ease to complete your task. Knowing glances at the book club meetings, knowing afterwards for your coffee date, you would make fun of Karen. And it remained a quiet love, sharing glances, falling into easy conversation, feeling complete when the other one was nearby. The only time when you grew hopeful had been a few days ago, when the rain was pouring down on you both after her usual afternoon at the library and you locking up, how she offered to drive you home, not wanting you to get caught in more rain and having to take public transport and you agreed reluctantly but she insisted, she drove past her house, pointing out that she did indeed live closely before dropping you off. But that was it, and despite you considering inviting her to your apartment, you felt like you couldn't, still thinking you had been reading this wrong and slowly accepting having her as a friend, a person to look out for and would equally look out for you.

However, when almost another week passed, not seeing Wilhemina at the book club meeting or her usual afternoon at the library, you grew increasingly worried. She never missed one of those, only having to miss the book club meeting once before for a work commitment and she let you know beforehand. And as you pack up tonight, you couldn't shake the anxious feeling in your bones and running through your veins. The rational side of your brain was telling you that she was probably caught up with work, given her career, or she simply didn't feel like it today. However your heart told you something was off, texting her in the afternoon after you had exchanged numbers a few months ago and frequently texting back and forth about books and other things.

Opting to walk home tonight to clear your thoughts, letting the sun slowly setting, illuminate your features, breathing in the fresh but cold air, your thoughts trail around her. What if she had given up on the book club and library? What if something was wrong with her? What if she needed something? You couldn't shake the thoughts as your brain kept circling around the same questions and when you turn into a now familiar street, you pass her house, internally scolding yourself as your heart probably led you there on purpose. And you know you shouldn't, despite feeling much closer to her than at the start, it felt wrong to simply show up unannounced, maybe she even had company. But you couldn't just walk past the house and so you carefully approach her front door, making sure you got the right house but by the name on the doorbell printed in purple it quickly confirms that it was in fact her house.

Carefully you knock on the door, waiting for a few moments but not hearing an answer and so you turn on your heel, figuring she must simply be busy or still at work. However just before you are out of reach, you hear the front door open and turn around quickly only to see her standing there, your eyebrows knitting in concern as you see her state. Her nose was red, eyes tired and even a little watery and for a moment you fear she had been crying before her voice breaks through the quiet air ,,Y/N?'' she asks, the sound of her voice broken and you could tell then that she had fallen ill. ,,I'm so sorry Wilhemina for just showing up like this but-'' you stop yourself then, trying to put your words in order and not embarrass yourself. ,,I was worried not seeing you yesterday or today and I just felt the urge to check on you'' you explain, checking her features but they remain neutral. ,,I'm sorry if I'm overstepping'' you quickly apologise before she gives you a comforting smile.

,,You're fine Y/N, I'm sorry I-'' she begins to speak but another wave of nausea and the lingering fever knocks the words from her lungs. ,,Are you okay?'' you ask, concerned etched on your features ,,You don't look so well'' you remark, taking a step closer as her expression grows a little paler. She simply opens the door, offering you to follow her before she is quick to walk back over to her sofa, several empty tissue packets on the floor, before she slumps back into the sofa, the exhaustion creeping up on her. ,,I seem to have fallen ill'' she remarks, scrunching up at the statement, as she hated admitting weakness, despite you not seeing it as weakness at all. As you glance around her house, you can't help but notice how both comfortable, clean and beautiful it was, several houseplants, a luxurious spacious kitchen, a lot of purple and lilac details and artwork and you are sure to have seen some cat toys lying around as you stepped inside.

,,May I?'' you ask carefully as you step closer and she simply nods and watches as the back of your hand reaches for her forehead, gasping as you notice the lingering fever. ,,Do you have a thermometer somewhere?'' you ask carefully and she nods, before pointing towards a cupboard. Without any words, you make your way over, seeing the many pain medications and ignoring that before retrieving the thermometer. It feels like an eternity as you gently usher her to open her mouth and she reluctantly complies, feeling too exhausted to argue as she usually wouldn't allow anyone to do any of this ever. Once the beeping rings through the room, it confirms your suspicions and you glance at her as her eyes softly close, sleep washing over her. ,,I'll be right back'' you whisper softly, before walking back into her hallway, reaching for the set of spare keys dangling on a nearby wall. You aren't sure if you are overstepping still but you didn't care, her health and wellbeing more important to you than any of that right now.

And it doesn't take long before you usher home for a moment, getting some supplies before stopping at a nearby pharmacy and your usual take out place. You return a little while later, placing the keys back where you had gotten them before placing the medication gently on the table where she was still sleeping. In a swift motion and without going through her stuff, you tidy up a little, getting rid of the tissues everywhere, doing some dishes that she must have not had the strength to clean, before you watch a little black cat approach, rubbing it self near the wall leading into the kitchen. ,,Hi there'' you smile as you bend down carefully and hold out your hand. He melts right into your touch as you stroke him carefully, noticing his bowls and searching for some food and water and filling it, before emptying the litter box nearby.

When Wilhemina awakens next, she watches you from afar, praising the thing closest to her heart for finishing his food, even playing a little and her heart melts at the picture. ,,Y/N'' she calls out, glancing around the room and you are quick to walk over to her as she attempts sitting up. ,,Hi there'' you greet her warmly before passing her a glass with water and some medication. ,,Here'' you offer and her brown glassy eyes look up to meet your own. She takes it before glancing around her living room and kitchen, noticing how it was spotless, her heart melting at the gesture, despite feeling like it's a little too much considering she didn't know how to accept the help, let alone ever thank you for it. And you can see it in her brown eyes, knowing her long enough now to know she felt uncomfortable ,,I picked up some soup for you, you can take these every 4 hours'' you announce gently before reaching for your bag. You smile warmly at her and she gives you a thankful smile before you walk out of the room, offering that she could call if she needed anything at all. ,,Bye little fellow'' you give her cat one last stroke before walking out her door, content with at least having checked in and looked after her.

The next few days you continue going on about your days, both working at the library and on your days off working on some assignments and going to your lectures. It had worried you that Wilhemina hadn't reached out to you yet, hoping she was feeling better and at the same time worried you may have overstepped or upset her in some way. You find yourself, both daydreaming and lost in thoughts as you stock up some shelves, thinking about a book in particular that you held and how she would probably love it. A sound startles you and as you turn around you knew your mind wasn't playing tricks on you as you were sure you heard the echoing of her cane. ,,Wilhemina'' you remark, your features instantly filled with joy as you see her looking much better than a few days ago. ,,Are you feeling better?'' you ask as her eyes meet your own. ,,I do, thank you'' she smiles warmly at you before noticing something lingering behind her brown eyes, her lips twitching a little, knowing it meant there was something on her mind.

,,Is everything okay?'' you ask after a moment of silence, noticing her hesitation and the grip around her cane tightening. ,,Why did you-'' she stops herself then, her eyes closing unsure how to finish her question. ,,I'm sorry if I overstepped, I just wanted to make sure you are alright'' you apologise again. There is a moment of silence before she speaks again ,,But why did you?'' and it breaks your heart a little, knowing just what she was thinking, how no one ever probably has looked after her and all you want to do is give her the biggest hug. ,,Because I care about you Wilhemina'' you admit, the admission coming out quiet, almost whispered as you meet her eyes. And then you see the surprise in her eyes, as if your actions didn't make it obvious, as if she was oblivious to your feelings and the way you look at her.

Wilhemina's eyes widen in surprise at your words, as if she hadn't expected such a heartfelt confession. For a moment, the air around you feels heavy with tension as she processes your admission.

,,You care about me?'' she repeats, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes searching yours for any hint of insincerity. You nod at her statement, feeling your heart pounding in your chest ,,Yes I do, I- I've grown to care about you a lot'' you admit, despite the voice in the back of your head telling you to stop.

A mix of emotions flicker across her face – surprise, disbelief, and perhaps a hint of vulnerability. You can see her struggling to find the right words, her fingers tightening around her cane again. ,,I don't know what to say'' she finally admits, causing for a lump to form in your throat. ,,It's okay'' you reassure, avoiding her gaze as you glance at the front and noticing a little line forming by where you are meant to be sitting. She glances behind her as you apologetically nod at her and quick to resume your work. Her eyes don't leave yours for a second, feeling awful for the way the conversation went and not being able to tell you that she was truly grateful for what you had done for her. But she couldn't stay as it wasn't her usual afternoon and she had to catch up on some work, and so with a heavy heart she leaves, glancing at you one more time while you check out some customers, pretending not to see her as she glances at you one more time, sure you would cry if you took another look at her in this moment.

On her way out, her words and your reaction replay in her mind over and over again, contemplating whether to turn on her heels, apologise, anything to make this better. But she couldn't as she had to go back to work, despite the thoughts lingering on her mind until the next day. Wilhemina wasn't sure what to think of your statement, she truly didn't mind you coming to her house, appreciating the gesture and the cleaning up you did as well as looking after her cat as the sickness caused her to lose the ability to do so. But she wonders what this was, were you simply friends? Wilhemina never really having friends in her adult life before as she prefered to spend her time with herself and her cat. Or was it more? the woman definitely wasn't oblivious and not a stranger to love and romance and she knew what your admission meant, in her heart anyway, despite her head and rational side reminding her you couldn't have possibly meant it that way but she felt horrible, wanting to talk this out with you as the thought of losing to have you around truly killed her and caused for anxiety to fill her usual calm and composed mind.

As she makes her way to the library, her eyes search around the quiet space, members of the book club already meeting and finding your coworker Janice rather than your usual presence. Despite a part of her not really wanting to do this, she approaches the older woman, remembering her well from some book club meetings and around the library. ,,Hi there'' Janice greets her, remembering the redhead quite well and you sometimes mentioning the woman to her. ,,Hello'' Wilhemina greets her, her features a little tense before she speaks quietly, wanting to make sure the other people don't hear ,,Is Y/N not working today?'' she asks causing the older woman to shake her head no. ,,Poor darling called in sick today'' she admits, before Wilhemina's features tense a little further. ,,I see, thank you'' she remarks before turning on her heels and getting ready to leave. ,,Aren't you staying?'' Janice asks a little confused, knowing the redhead to be a regular member of the meetings by now. ,,No- I uh.. have some other commitment'' she remarks before leaving, her cane echoing through the silent library.

Now you weren't truly sick, just not feeling like going to work today, considering the countless assignments piling up on you and feeling the strange urge to avoid Wilhemina. After yesterday, your heart had broken a little, feeling shame even at hearing her words, unaware that she simply struggled with these things. Your brain had somehow tricked you to believe that she didn't care for you in the way that you cared for her and that you had made an utter fool of yourself and so you opted for staying home, not being in the mood to go through the torture of a whole book club meeting on top of it all. Sitting on your sofa, cross legged, laptop tugged into your lap, you type away, working on an essay that was due next. You are startled when you hear the sound of a knock coming from your apartment door, assuming it's a neighbour, before opening the door.

As your eyes lay on Wilhemina you gulp, expecting a few things but not her showing up and confused as to how she would have gotten upstairs, unaware that a neighbour was just leaving and she slipped inside. ,,Wilhemina?'' you ask a little confused, your cheeks coated in red considering the state you are in, messy bun, sweatpants and an oversized hoodie. It takes her a moment to recognise you as she really hadn't seen you like this before, usually always dressed well and hair styled perfectly. ,,I heard you aren't feeling well'' she remarks, before holding out a lilac shopping bag and passing it to you. ,,Thank you'' you smile warmly at her, the bag exposing some type of food in a container and a book and your heart melts at the gesture, unable to form any words.

,,Would you like to come inside?'' you offer before she declines politely ,,I'll leave you rest but let me know if you need anything?'' she asks before you nod eagerly, thanking her one more time before you watch her walk away. As you close the door, you lean against it for a moment, letting out a breath that you held in for a while, feeling relief that she didn't actually come inside as your place was a right mess. Carefully, you walk over to your sofa, putting the container and book on your sofa table, before taking a look, exposing the same soup that you had gotten for her before, feeling your heart ache and beat faster at the sweet gesture. Retreating some headphones, you listen to some music, while finishing your essay, finishing the soup in the meantime. After several hours, you take a look at the book and you had never heard of it, remembering the author from your work at the library but never reading his works before.

As you open the book, you check the first page for a library stamp but there is none, meaning she must have either purchased it or it belonged to her. ,,For Y/N- Love, Wilhemina'' it reads and your heart melts again at the sweet gesture. For the remainder of the night you get lost in the book, a book about two characters, one more mysterious as the other one, captivated by the similarities and the poetry. As you read countless pages, the darkness of the night already consuming the world around you, your heart begins beating a little faster as you begin understanding the true meaning of the story, and how the main character had been afraid to commit, afraid to allow the other ones feelings despite feeling the same way and it startled you. Quite literally shaking you awake as your eyes fly over the written words, wondering whether this was her way of telling you, despite the rational side of your brain still trying to convince you that this had been some kind of accident.

For the remainder of the night, you lay awake after finishing the book, some words lingering and repeating on your mind, your thoughts trailing back and forth to Wilhemina, wanting nothing more than to talk to her, thank her for the book and ask her about it's true meaning but you couldn't as it was the middle of the night. And so you try to find some sleep, despite it being broken, before the morning sun washes over your apartment, causing you to wake, your thoughts instantly lingering around the redhead. That morning, you are very early at the library, opening up hours before it would even open, unable to do anything else at home as your thoughts kept circling and you wanted to desperately distract yourself.

A few hours pass, where you lose yourself in your passion, unboxing a few new shipments with books and neatly placing them in the shelves, also working on a new display shelves with some monthly book recommendations. You are startled when you hear one of the doors opening before politely shouting ,,Sorry still closed, we open in about thirty minutes'' while bending down. However as you hear the all too familiar cane taps and heels echoing, you are quickly on your feet, glancing around the corner and noticing Wilhemina's presence, her features soft as she makes her way over. ,,Closed? even for me?'' she chuckles a little, causing you to blush. ,,Definitely not'' you remark before walking over, now a few steps apart from the redhead.

,,Would you like some coffee or tea?'' you ask politely before she finds herself smiling again ,,Coffee please'' she requests and you nod, offering her to sit before you retreat to the back room and making some coffee for the two of you. A few moments pass before you make your way over, by now knowing how she takes her coffee and passing her the warm mug. ,,I take it you are feeling better?'' she questions and you nod before speaking ,,Thank you so much for the soup and- the book'' the last two words more quiet as they fall from your lips. As the steam from the coffee forms little patterns in the air, she studies your features before carefully speaking ,,Did you get a chance to-'' but you are quick to cut her off ,,I read it'' you reassure before her eyes meet yours ,,The whole thing?'' she questions, a little taken back as you nod.

Silence fills the quiet library, not necessarily an unpleasant one, the two of you simply lost in thoughts, eyes still locked onto each other. ,,What made you choose that one?'' you ask curiously, your hand reaching around the mug soaking in the warmth it provides. ,,I like the message'' she admits, still keeping your gaze. ,,Want to tell me about your interpretation?'' you ask, almost causing her to smirk a little as the two of you often studied books and their true meanings together. ,,What was yours?'' she asks, wanting to make sure you got the silent message and her confession. ,,I think it's about two characters that fall in love, a silent love though, one where one is utterly in love with the other but the other one struggles to admit their feelings, preferring a love in silence while the other one wants to shout it from the rooftops'' you explain, losing yourself in the meanings of the words a little.

Her eyes close then, understanding and relieved that you got the message and as your eyes meet again you speak again, your words hushed and quiet ,,Is that why you gave it to me?'' you question ,,Because you care about me too?''. As the words flow from your mouth, your hands begin shaking, unsure where this sudden boost of confidence came from but your brain ultimately telling you that this wasn't a coincidence anymore. ,,I do Y/N'' she finally admits, her eyes sparkling a little as you notice her posture much less tense than before, her features almost seeming relieved at the admission of her feelings. ,,I never thought you would like me too'' you admit, almost in that same self loathing way she had once spoken about herself. ,,Hey'' she tries softly, before reaching for your hand and holding it in place. ,,Of course I do'' she reassures, tilting her head to the side a little.

Your silence and peace is interrupted when a few people enter the library, causing you both to pull away, before you stand up, walking over to some people standing by your desk wanting to return some books. Wilhemina watches in quiet awe and adoration at your movements, your politeness and she feels her heart fluttering in her chest. As people leave again, slowly more people walking inside, she walks back over to you, hovering beside you before you glance up at her ,,What's going to happen now then?'' you ask curiously, your cheeks coated in a slight red shade. ,,How about we start with dinner tonight, little one?'' she offers, causing you to blush at her statement even more. ,,I would love that'' you admit before your attention is needed working again. And for the remainder of the day, Wilhemina chooses to stay in your company, stealing glances at you as you go about your tasks with practiced ease. The excitement for the evening ahead lingering on your features whenever you lay eyes upon each other.

#sarah paulson #wilhemina venable #ahs #american horror story #wilhemina venable x reader #sarah paulson x reader #asks #sarahpaulson #ahs apocalypse

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Writing Modern Steve Roger's Health Issues: A compendium

AKA How do Steve Rogers' MCU canon illnesses hold up in a modern setting?

I am writing something that is SO NICHE and so NERDY I feel absolutely, positively deviant about it. Who knew you could have this much fun while eating a burrito and sitting in the sun on your back porch?

OKAY! This one goes out to all of you writing modern AU's with a modern Steve Rogers. (There are literally dozens of us!). Let's go.

So, I find it somewhat problematic when people write disabled or otherwise medically complicated characters and are wishy-washy about the diagnosis they have. In real life, everyone I know with ongoing medical issues is a fucking expert on their exact shit. A great tumblr reference for disabled characters is Cripple Characters, but I also use reddit threads to read about people’s day to day experiences with different issues in their own words. If nothing else, just decide what your character has and take ten minutes and read through a basic website article about it.

So let's walk through what modern Steve's medical history and diagnoses might be. If you feel like I missed any details or got things wrong, happy to have comments to that end.

We'll start with the list of “ailments,” going with the MCU canon and combining the images from the museum exhibit and screen shots of Steve’s enlistment forms:

Asthma

Scoliosis

Fallen arches

Partial deafness

Scarlet Fever, Rheumatic Fever

Heart arrhythmia

High blood pressure

Palpitation or pounding in heart

Easy fatigability

Stomach ulcers

Pernicious anemia

Nervous trouble of any sort

Sinusitis

Chronic or frequent colds

Caveat: I am not a doctor, but I am a person who enjoys reading medical journal articles about illnesses I do and don’t have. The human body is a fascinating and terrible place to live. Talk to me about your medical complications - I will always find them interesting. I love small talk about Crohn’s disease and/or extremely graphic details about the time you had surgery because one of your wrist bones was the wrong length.

Sucks To Your Assmar: Asthma! How has asthma changed?

Kids who have their asthma well managed at a young age are going to have less scarring and lung damage (this is called airway remodeling). Thus a modern kid will likely have less severe asthma than a kid born in Steve’s time. Further, allergy medicines got way better from the 1990s, so kids with allergy induced asthma would have had fewer attacks. Fewer attacks as kids = less severe asthma as they age.

I would also note that asthma is highly connected to environmental issues. If Steve grew up in a house with cigarette smoke, cockroaches, rats, or mold present, as is fairly easy to imagine, especially without dehumidifiers in a swampy Brooklyn summer, those are environmental factors that would have made his asthma much worse.

They are also all factors that kids today certainly face, depending on how you write your modern Steve’s childhood. While people today certainly can have very severe asthma, it’s also entirely possible that modern Steve’s relationship to his asthma is pretty chill and easy to manage. (My partner has relatively severe asthma with a lot of environmental triggers; modern allergy medicine was a big game changer.)

Let’s talk about scoliosis ~~

There are a lot of variations to how scoliosis impacts people. I have very minor scoliosis and it's barely a thing in my life. I’m not trying to speak for everyone, but for what it’s worth, there are professional athletes with spinal fusion. I used Kyra Condie as my justification for writing climbing coach post-spinal fusion small Steve Rogers in one fic. My younger brother and best friend in high school both had spinal fusions.

In reality the athletic and physical abilities of people with spinal fusion vary pretty much exactly as much as people without spinal fusion, so you have a lot of leeway for how you decide to write a character with scoliosis. I recommend reddit threads to read about people talking about how their bodies felt before and after spinal fusion, or why they decided not to have the surgery, if you want to get a sense of how it might affect your character’s day to day life.

Wait, so how tall is modern small Steve Rogers?

You can see in this article that gains in height post scoliosis corrective surgery/spinal fusion varies, but the mean was 27 mm (1 inch) and the maximum was 66 mm (2.5 inches).

The more severe the curve in the spine, the more height gained with surgery.

We know Steve had scoliosis, we don’t know how severe it was (do we?). But if he was 5’4” without spinal fusion, and with all of his childhood fevers, and possible poor nutrition due to the Great Depression and untreated stomach ulcers, then it’s very reasonable that a modern Steve raised with proper nutrition and his gastrointestinal issues (see below!) properly treated and a spinal fusion could be easily 1-10 inches taller.

I think it’s great if you want to write modern Small Steve as 5’4” - but I tend to write him as 5’7” or so.

I think it is entirely likely that a modern Steve Rogers could end up being 6 feet tall given modern medical intervention and a healthy digestive system and adequate nutrition. As an example of how people with more or less the same genetics having different heights due to environmental factors, I know of one family of four brothers that immigrated from Italy in the 40s. Their height was 100% correlated to their age when they moved to the US/started having access to food: the oldest brother was around 5’4” and the youngest around 6 feet. The oldest was also a chain smoker and worked full time from around age 8, so you know, he was a fucking badass 5'4" Italian guy, if that's not clear.

What about fallen arches?

Fun story, but I have fallen arches/flat feet and had a lot of foot pain as a kid, but I thought it was normal. I wear custom orthotics and/or birkenstocks and do exercises to strengthen my feet muscles and it's fine now as long as I remember to do the things I just mentioned. My dad had to have multiple surgeries on his feet, so I think it helped that they caught it earlier in me.

Should I write modern non-serum Steve as deaf?

Maybe! I think it’s lovely when people write characters with hearing issues. There are great blogs that cover ways to do that well (a good link, another one, and another one and I think this one on hearing aids is particularly good if you are trying to bring in subtle day to day routine differences a character that wears hearing aids may have. Another great option is, again, reddit, especially for questions around how sexual intimacy might vary in small ways that can be nice to bring in. (I am working on a fic with a seeing character whose ex is blind and also read a lot of couples first hand experience with sexual intimacy around that dynamic on reddit).

But how likely is it that modern Steve would be deaf?

I think that it’s reasonably likely that Steve’s hearing issues were a result of Scarlet Fever, which is a bacterial infection that can result in rheumatic fever, an inflammatory condition that develops in more severe cases of scarlet fever.

Scarlet fever caused deafness - in fact, both Helen Keller and Thomas Edison had hearing loss due to scarlet fever infections. Further, sustained fevers of over 104 degrees can also cause hearing loss, so there is a reasonable chance that some other fever caused Steve’s hearing issues.

Today, the kind of hearing loss caused by fevers and infections can usually be surgically repaired or never occur because we have better antibiotics and better medicines to treat fevers. However, I have a friend who has partial hearing loss and lots of other life long nervous system and fatigue issues due to complications from childhood chicken pox in the 80s (this vaccine came around in 1995).

I don’t know if it’s canon or fanfiction, but I often see Steve as having one bad ear. For what it’s worth, hearing loss in one ear is much less common than hearing loss in both ears.

However, potential causes of hearing loss in one ear are infections that result in a high fever and some kind of head trauma, both of which are easy to imagine would have affected a Steve born in 1918, and while possible in a modern Steve, also easier to avoid.

Heart Stuff: Heart arrhythmia, High blood pressure, Palpitation of pounding in heart, Easy fatigability

The aforementioned fevers that can cause hearing loss can also cause heart issues. I think it’s reasonably likely that Steve’s heart issues were from his fevers as a young kid, but I often write him with a congenital heart defect, because why not?

These days, most of the time, such issues are detected at or before birth and fixed when the person is a baby, but there are plenty of heart issues that can require multiple heart surgeries at various points. Regardless, a modern Steve would most likely either have had access to corrective surgery or medication to manage these heart conditions. Which is not to say that he wouldn’t suffer mental and physical trauma from this medical complication.

There are plenty of professional athletes you can find who have all of the above heart issues. And plenty of people with heart issues who have no interest in being professional athletes, so like, follow your bliss.

Digestive System Stuff: Easy fatigability, Stomach ulcers, Pernicious anemia

I have easy fatigability under heart stuff too, because lots of shit can make you tired.

My personal head canon is that Steve Rogers has celiac disease and/or lactose intolerance, it would cause all of the above. Both can also lead to poor growth - in fact falling off growth charts is one of the most common symptoms of celiac disease in children.

While people have been aware of celiac disease since there were people, gluten wasn’t identified as the clear cause till the 50s.

I typically write modern Steve with some kind of food allergy, and I think that addresses quite a few of his canon medical complications.

Because so many causes of this category of symptoms are relatively easily solved with modern medical intervention/avoiding the problem, I would point folks towards Crohn’s disease if you are looking to write a modern character with medical issue that is more likely to be an ongoing source of similar medical complications today.

(Also, kids with Crohn’s are likely to have reduced height. I have a friend who has Crohn's whose 3 siblings are well over 6 feet and he is around 5'8" (so 4-6 inches aka 11+ cm shorter due to his severe childhood illness).)

Nervous trouble of any sort

Kids with medical complications and food allergies are much more likely to have anxiety. I’m so proud of all the kids making it through the day with anxiety. Luff you anxiety kids, I see you working twice as hard to be present as the non-anxious kids. Tough as hell. Give yourself a high five. I’m so damn proud of you.

Sinusitis and Frequent colds

I mean, god bless modern decongestants and allergy meds. Celiac disease and lactose intolerance can both cause sinus issues, so here is another one of Steve's ailments that can be "cured" through that diagnosis.

Other stuff

When you look at the above, you can see a lot of scenarios where modern era Steve, like many children/adults today, had multiple surgeries and serious and scary health complications as a child, but as an adult would appear as a relatively healthy able bodied person, with the possibility of even becoming a top athlete if he was so inclined. It’s also likely that some issues like chronic fatigue etc, might linger into adulthood as relatively invisible illnesses that nonetheless affect his everyday.

In some ways his character arc given the advances of modern medicine could mimic his arc due to the serum.

Being medically complicated as a kid sucks. Even if you have surgeries to treat and/or learn how to live with things like Crohn’s and celiac and reduce flare ups, lingering mental health trauma can have an impact.

Lastly and most importantly, I have a personal headcanon that young Steve Rogers of any era spent a lot of time sick in bed and staring into a mirror learning how to raise one eyebrow and perform other eyebrow gymnastics so he could more effectively sass his nurses.

IN CONCLUSION:

I think it's actually reasonable for an author to say, "My modern Steve never had any fevers, and got his severe lactose intolerance diagnosed as a baby, and had good nutrition, had medications/clean environment that prevented his asthma."

So this Steve is 6 feet tall and healthy as long as he doesn't eat dairy and takes his daily zyrtec (cetirizine - it's an allergy med). The only medical issue he has from canon left is scoliosis, flat feet, and an astigmatism.

You can also choose to write a Steve with more complex medical issues, and there are lots of things that can be good and interesting and value about that. I think the main thing is to pick a diagnosis and write it realistically, hopefully this helps some with that!

#stucky fanfiction #smol steve #writing disability #steve roger #pre serum steve rogers #modern steve rogers #honestly whats wrong with me #I don't even know but I feel like I'm dealing with my mental illnesses well enough and I had fun writing this #meta #headcanon #stony fanfiction

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tacticianpigeon · 2 months

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alright babes here’s the wip

tumblr better not kill the image quality on this thing working on it gave me scoliosis fr

so, what’s baymax worried about?

not revealing, *however*, in the movie, when they’re in fred’s mansion, baymax reveals his findings after scanning callaghan

on his screen, if you look *very* close, it lists three medical diagnoses

1) high risk of cardiovascular disease

2) acute stress disorder

3) high emotional instability

cant believe disney gave us that vital, albeit, angsty information yet never used it.

again, not spoiling the comic, but do with this information what you will.

ALSO, we truthfully have no idea why SFIT combusted, we know that Hiro thinks it’s callaghan, but I highly doubt he would endanger literally innocent students, most being his who he’s grown to adore as his own, if he had daggers for Alistair only.

I do think it was an attack on the student body, but I wonder which past student has a venom towards SFIT and its faculty and students? Obake perhaps?

#this took so long and its only page one?#robert callaghan #hiro hamada #big hero 6 #bh6 #bh6 yokai #yokai

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[Start ID: 6 pages of HLVRAI narrative doodles following a late night at Black Mesa for a young 20-something year old Tommy, and Bubby's intervention.

Tommy is typing away at a boxy old computer at his desk, where two emptied cans of soda also lie. A permanent smile is etched on his face despite the eyebags under his eyes. Bubby walks up behind him with a mug that says "BUGS ONLY" on it. He wags a finger at Tommy and says: "Tommy, you'll want to straighten up that back of yours. That's no way to sit for hours on end." "That's not how…scoliosis works," Tommy drawls without turning around. Bubby replies: "Oh good, I've got your attention then."

"Shouldn't you be going to bed?" Bubby asks, leaning an elbow on Tommy's chair and taking a sip out of his mug. Tommy says, absentmindedly: "Whuh? Why?" Tommy's computer screen is ladden with rows upon rows of repetitive Lorem Ipsum text. It also reveals that the time is currently 5:07AM. "You've been typing the same industry standard dummy text for the past 5 hours is why," Bubby replies.

Bubby goes to take another sip, looking to Tommy: "Tommy, are you alright?" Tears are now rolling down said man's face, and he hides a wobbly smile behind his hand as he continues to stare ahead at the screen, typing since ceased. "Oh my…" Bubby remarks.

"…I've finally run out," Bubby tips his now empty mug over and peers into it as though that were what his previous utterance had been about. Turning back to Tommy, Bubby asks: "Tommy, you would help an old man find the nearest vending machine, wouldn't you?" Tommy wipes his eyes, forced grin still intact, and replies automatically: "Yeah…" After a beat of realising he hadn't processed the request, he says: "…whuh?" But Bubby cuts him off saying: "Splendid!"

Bubby's already out the office door. "Race ya!" he calls out before disappearing down the corridor. Tommy stares after him in shock before taking off after him.

Exhausted, Tommy finally reaches the break room where Bubby is already tinkering away behind the panel of a vending machine. Bubby, still busy and barely having broken a sweat, says: "You took forever to get here!" He throws a thumb over his shoulder at the table behind him, "Have a seat." Tommy collapses onto the table and tries to catch his breath in his sleep-deprived state. /End ID.]

Link to continuation here >>

#guess who's back for an uncertain amount of time #sometimes you just gotta sit in vc with a friend and feel your brain return to you so here ya go more hlvrai babeyyyy #snail's art #id #hlvrai #hlvrai tommy #hlvrai bubby

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marzipanandminutiae · 1 year

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I just wanted to let you know that you're one of the main people that have changed my mind about corsets. I used to be one of the people that got mad about them, I remember getting really upset that they called a scoliosis brace a corset at some point because "why would they compare it to one of THOSE it's a MEDICAL and important BRACE, not some beauty torture device"

But you explanations and everything helped me understand them better and recognize them as a more neutral part of human history and not some feminine torture device.

That. Really means a lot to me; thank you so much.

This is one of the big reasons I hate being accused of lying and trying to cover up the "true evil nature" of corsets or whatever. It is much, much easier and more satisfying to believe that they're instruments of torture.

They came out of cultures where institutional misogyny was off the charts. We hear so much about what our ancestresses went through, as girls and then as women. We see what we're still going through. And every one- I mean EVERY -one of us knows what it's like to be pressured by society, school, parents, partners, bosses, etc. into dressing a certain way Because We're Girls/Women. I know I do; early 00s hypersexualization of teen/tween girls left some serious scars on me.

It is SO satisfying, after watching Elizabeth Swann shoved into an uncomfortable pair of stays to Dress Up Pretty for a formal event where some guy who's at least 10 years her senior awkwardly hits on her, to see her bludgeon an opponent and quip, "Try wearing a corset." Because we're all there in the audience thinking, try wearing control top pantyhose! Try wearing heels! Try wearing a full face of makeup! Try wearing anything you don't want to wear, that serves no material purpose to you (though it may to other women), but which you're told you have to don to be professional/attractive/whatever!

Because of our experiences as women, corset myths are easy and appealing!

It's just. They're not true. Corsets aren't stilettos, or pure shapewear. They can be and were sometimes used in uncomfortable or unwanted ways, but they have a practical, comfort-based purpose.

And accepting that can be jarring. The screen catharsis you've been relishing all your life is largely a distortion of the lives of women who came before you. You have, in a sense, been lied to.

It pissed me off. Other people have different reactions to it; denial is a big one. But we can't deny it. Not if we want to better understand those women of the past, and accurately represent their stories.

I'm very grateful that you took the time to read my posts, and proud of you for having an open mind.

#ask #long post #corsets #corset discourse #anon

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wildkrattsvillainsvlog · 2 months

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Favorite picture of yourself?

Zach: This one right here. Just look at my original wardrobe.

Donita: This one, darling. My first outfit I wore on screen. Not to mention my hair looked flawless.

Dabio: Not my best, but it's good.

Gourmand: This one right here. Look at the award winnin' smile.

Rex: Why are your eyes red?

Gourmand: Don't you start.

Paisley: And old one but a good one.

Rex: Definitely this one! That's a better smile!

Gourmand: The seahorse returns...

Rex:.Atleast I don't look like this!

Rex: Big back, big back...

Gourmand: CUT IT OUT! YOU LOOK LIKE THIS!

Gourmand: It's giving scoliosis.

Rex: Bruh...get real.

Gourmand: THAT'S IT!

Gourmand: You look like you sharted.

Rex: *runs at him with the Dr. Pepper needle* Time to meet God again.

Gourmand: AAAA-

(😭HELP I HAD TOO MUCH FUN WITH THIS ONE-)

#wild kratts #rex wild kratts #paisley paver #donita donata #zach varmitech #dabio wild kratts #gaston gourmand

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wolfydoesstuff · 3 months

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heeyyyyyy guys

i was doing a writing contest with my friends to make an AvA fic based off of a pre-existing episode. i did the flashback and im actually really proud of this, so without further ado, here it is.

Eye Strain and Hand Pain - The Flashback

TW/CW: swearing, mild blood/gore (i wasn't allowed to do too much), implied cannibalism, implied self-harm

Word count: I don't remember, but somewhere around 2,000

fic below the cut :3

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For being a horrible atrocity, the killing spree was pretty fun. The poor civilians' frenzied shrieks, the two siblings' laughs as adrenaline pumped through their veins. Splotches of red covering their clothes, they didn't mind destroying anything they came across.

After all, why would they?

Destruction was all they knew.

Dark took a wheezy breath into his inhaler before tucking back into his stained jacket pocket and flying over to Chosen. He was shouting something incoherent at people running for their lives.

Dark tapped his shoulder, fidgeting with the broken zipper on his jacket. Chosen spun around, eyes glowing bright crimson. "Un autre ? Ils continuent à venir comme s'ils le voulaient..." (Another one? They keep coming as if they want this...) he said with a manic smile, fading as he realized it was his younger brother.

"Hey, Cho!" Dark said quietly, a smile on his flushed face. "I.. I think we might have to wrap this up.. It's getting dark and my chest hurts a bit."

Chosen nods, seeming a bit spaced out.

An offhand comment of "Ever wonder what those fuckers taste like?" and the two siblings found themselves sitting around a campfire. Dark's heavy eyelids eventually closed, his head on Chosen's lap. The latter didn't mind carrying the former home.

Dark unclenched his jaw to drink some of his water. It felt good on his dry throat and eased the hunger clawing at his stomach. He hadn't moved from his computer for 14 hours now.

Originally, the standing desk seemed like a good idea, but Dark's scoliosis has gotten worse over the years and now standing for so long just made his back hurt.

Hence the bottle of ibuprofen beside the computer. He had taken 5 now.

Staring at the small numbers and letters on his computer screen was giving him a pounding headache that not even the painkillers could help. He ended up having to squint harder than was comfortable to even see much of what he was doing.

But with a final hit of the enter key, Dark was done. He felt like he was going to pass out. A quick glance at a clock told him it was either 10:30 or 1:03. Either way, it didn't matter. He finally finished his project, ending a 2-month hyperfixation. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he had eaten or slept, which further explained why everything was aching. He was ready to just curl up on the floor and go to sleep and forget about the world, the animator, the hurt, when Chosen opened his door, even the soft click of the door ringing in Dark's ears. He turned his hearing aids down.

"Dark, I honestly don't care if I have to drag you out of here, you haven't left this room in 14–" Chosen starts, quickly being cut off. "Cho! Cho, I finished! You wanna see? I- I did it! Finally! It'll be just like you.. like we always wanted!"

Chosen chuckled softly. "Alright, alright... Since you say it's 'so incredible.' Just take it down a notch, okay? You're talking really loud."

Dark rolled his eyes. "Just turn your hearing aids down." He paused. "But- But anygays, I have my thingy to show you!" He darted back to his computer, stimming excitedly.

"O-okay, okay, so.. So, this is the ViraBot! I've been working on it for, like, 2 months! It can do a ton of- A ton of cool shit! A-and.." Dark's tone was shifting from excited to just plain manic. Chosen placed both hands on his shoulders. "Deep breaths."

Dark did as he was told and started over with a sigh. "This, my dear brother, is the ViraBot."

"It looks like a spider, but missing a few legs."

Dark shot Chosen a glare. The latter shrugged.

"But anygays, this thing has a ton of features, like..." Dark typed a couple things on his computer and the ViraBot on the wall suddenly had a bright red spike on the end of its... limb. Dark smiled. "And that's just the start."

He took the spike, its sharp end glinting in the warm sunlight. He forcefully stabbed his globe with the the spike and it immediately dissolved into some bare code, along with its stand. Dark grinned, his coal black eyes shining. "We can destroy the world, Cho. And anyone who would fucking dare hurt us the way that cursor did."

Chosen just stared in horror for a moment, his chest tightening painfully.

Not another bloodbath.

Not more innocents' screams.

Not more fire and tears and broken bones.

Why would Dark want to go back to that after all this time living normally?

But then again, why wouldn't he?

Pain and death and killing was all he knew.

Dark loaded the ViraBot into its launcher, carefully contained in a red-and-white casing.

"Dark. We don't have to do this."

Dark's excitement died down for a moment. His smile faltered. "...wh-what?"

He quickly puts his smile back on. "Come on, Cho! It's what we always wanted to do! Obviously we've gotta start with our biggest problem, the..."

"Dark..?"

"...cursor, who can fucking burn in hell. Like, how could he do those things to you? To us? Nobody can just do that..."

"Dark."

"...but I digress, this lil bitch will end up on his computer and fuck him up just as bad as we did! And then I can finally go to sleep. And drink water, it's been a hot minute since I've done that..."

"Dark."

Dark's hand was hovering over the button, either quivering from excitement or just outright shaking from the exhaustion of not sleeping for so long.

"What? Oh, do you wanna press the button? Yeah, that's only fair. After all-"

"Dark, stop."

"But.. What? This is what-"

"Dark, shut up! Have you ever considered that maybe I don't want this? That the whole world doesn't fucking revolve around you and what you want?"

Dark felt the all-too-familiar sting of tears forming in his eyes, but he swallowed and blinked them back. Fine then. Be like that, he thought to himself. I'll just... do it myself..

Shaky hands.

Breath hitching in his throat.

Hand lowers.

Rough hands, firm grip on Dark's shoulders.

"Dark, what did I say? We can't do this!"

Dark wanted to explain to Chosen why they had to, why it would be the best decision ever for them, why he had gotten a total of just 56 hours of sleep in the past two months. But as he prepared the explanation, the words died on his tongue. He couldn't force them out if he tried.

So he just went for the button again.

This time when he was met with the rough hands, he ended up on

the cold tile with his nose bleeding, a new crimson stain soaking into the collar of his shirt. He felt his hands heating up and unstifle-able tears welling up in his eyes.

A few seconds later, a wall crumbled.

Just like Chosen and Dark's once perfect relationship.

Soon things devolved into what was pretty much a fistfight, but with a few more broken walls. Everything blurred around Dark as he ran for the button.

His revenge.

His closure.

Only a moment after Dark's palm hit the smooth red plastic, he felt a small explosion and found himself in the air, falling.

"I thought you wanted this."

Chosen took a deep, shaky breath as memories of him flooded his mind.

In and out.

Hands ignited.

He got a sort of adrenaline rush from all this, and he hadn't flown in months. It was kind of nice to do it again. Feel the cold wind on this face, see everything from beautiful views.

Maybe once this was all over, he could go fly somewhere. Though, it wouldn't be the the same without Dark...

That's okay, times change. And who knows, maybe he'll-

Impact.

Chosen pulled away from the light blue barrier that the ViraBot had so easily gone through, coughing weakly into his arm.

That's gonna hurt later.

It took a painfully reddened hand to realize that no amount of punching would do anything.

Dark felt himself hit the ground with a... Well, he wasn't sure what it sounded like, but it sure as hell could've been the loudest thing he had ever heard. It at least felt that way.

With a soft groan, he rolled over from his back to his side.

"God, I think I broke... everything.." he muttered, taking a few moment to collect his scattered, betrayed, hurt thoughts before picking himself up, pleased with the fact that nothing seemed actually broken at the moment. He quickly looked himself over, wincing as he noticed the sheer state of his body. Through the charred and still warm hole in his shirt, he could see dark, black burns, deep red oozing from melted skin.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit..." Dark stumbled to his old... pitifully small house? Shack? Place...? He was honestly too disoriented to remember what the small structure's original purpose was, and his shaky ankles that, in hindsight, were probably sprained or something, threatened to give out at any moment.

Dark all but collapsed on the floor.

Down on his hands and knees.

Panting.

Saliva dripping from his mouth.

Tears dripping from his eyes.

He dug through the supplies stored under the table and pulled out some disinfectant, a shit ton of bandages, and a spare T-shirt.

He gingerly took off his current, very burnt one and set it aside. It was horrifically bloodstained anyway.

Mentally preparing himself for the burning sensation, he poured some disinfectant straight from the bottle onto the mess of stuff he didn't even want to look at.

Once he figured he had screamed and cried enough, it was onto the bandages.

From experience, bandaging yourself can be difficult, but not impossible after enough practice. Now, if your skin just stopped actively melting, that changes thing a bit, but Dark didn't really have a choice.

So he wrapped the slightly dusty gauze as tightly as he could around his chest and stomach, using a few too many pieces of tape to hold it in place. He then awkwardly pulled on the also dusty shirt and smoothed out some of the wrinkles. For the sake of being able to walk more comfortably, he also wrapped his ankles, which seemed to work wonders when he stood up and they only somewhat ached.

Maybe that was just his fast healing, though. If there was one pro to being created, it was that.

Dark let out a long, pained sigh before standing up on less-than-steady legs and pulling up the ViraBot code on his computer.

He glanced at the three whiteish scar lines on the back of his wrist.

Maybe they could use a fourth one to match.

Through strained eyes and sheer willpower, Chosen managed to break through the barrier.

A chilling sense of nostalgia gripped him as he traveled in the empty space leading to the PC.

He wanted it to stop.

His breathing picked up.

Tears stung his eyes for a moment.

If he was being honest, he really didn't want to go back to that place, but-

Another impact.

Okay, fuck what I said earlier, this hurts now.

More eye strain and hand pain got Chosen inside the PC.

The fight with the ViraBot was unpleasant, to say the least. Chosen didn't enjoy the metallic-tasting red in his mouth or the way his vision blurred and doubled after a while if he wasn't focusing on anything. But really, he didn't like that he and Dark's relationship was even more strained than his ruby-red eyes.

As Chosen left the PC, he gave a small nod of acknowledgement to his creator.

As he went back to face Dark, he couldn't help but feel like he was no better.

~~~~~

fun fact: this is my longest oneshot :3

heyyyy uh

the SH warning was there for a reason, but i mustve forgotten to copy-paste two lines, so i went back and fixed it TvT

#ava #ava 5 #ava chosen one #ava dark lord #animator vs animation #alan becker #ava fanfic

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Finally, A System Intro Post.

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. ༄ i. Nav.exe

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❥ i. Nav.exe

❥ ii. System_Info.txt

❥ iii. SubSystem_Info.txt

❥ iv. Freq_Fronters.txt

❥ v. Var_Alter_Intros.txt

❥ vi. DNI/Boundaries.txt

❥ vii. Banners.png

❥ viii. Credits.txt

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. ༄ ii. System_Info.txt

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╔══📚THE_ARCHIVAL_DOGS📑══╗

: ̗̀➛ COLL. names 📑 ArchivalSystem // Archival.Sys // Archival // Martin

: ̗̀➛ COLL. identities 📚 Transmasc [Body] // Agender // Demi/Polyam

: ̗̀➛ COLL. pronouns 📑 He/They

: ̗̀➛ System type 📚Traumagenic [Irrelevant to us]

: ̗̀➛ Other disorders 📑 Nunya [AuADHD & BPD are relevant to know.]

: ̗̀➛ Body age 📚34

: ̗̀➛ Headcount 📑 400+

: ̗̀➛ Split tolerance 📚Low

: ̗̀➛ Hosts 📑┆ ✮₊⊹₊⋆ ♤ ⋆₊⊹₊✮

ׂ╰┈➤ Clover 📹 They/Them 📹 Little [Host of Archival & the Clover Collective subsystem]

ׂ╰┈➤ Mota 📹 They/Them 📹 Calmer [Host of Archival]

ׂ╰┈➤ Bean 📹 She/They 📹 Anxiety-Holder [Host of the Warren subsystem]

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ׂ╰┈➤ Flip 🐾 They/Them 🐾 BPD Holder

ׂ╰┈➤ Pax 🐾 They/Them 🐾 Dyspraxia Holder

ׂ╰┈➤ Alfie 🐾 They/Them 🐾 ED Holder

ׂ╰┈➤ Ax 🐾 He/They 🐾 Anxiety-Holder

ׂ╰┈➤ Maly 🐾 She/They 🐾 Maladaptive Daydreamer

ׂ╰┈➤ Scree 🐾 She/They 🐾 Screen Addict

ׂ╰┈➤ Fibro 🐾 She/They 🐾 Fibro Symptom-Holder

ׂ╰┈➤ Ray 🐾 She/They 🐾 BPD Anger Holder

ׂ╰┈➤ Impy 🐾 He/She/They 🐾 Imposter Syndrome Holder

ׂ╰┈➤ Skoll 🐾 He/They 🐾 Scoliosis Pain-Holder

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ׂ╰┈➤ Clover 📹 They/Them ☘️ Median SubSys [Always Blurry]

: ̗̀➛ ✮₊⊹₊⋆ ♤ ⋆₊⊹₊✮ ┆ Clover experienced a unique form of sub-fracture & frequently shifts forms, though their system presents more median - their headspace is not unlike Inside Out, which makes sense given they are a child. It's what they could process.

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╰┈➤ November 🍵 He/They 🍵 Protector

╰┈➤ Strade 🍵 He/Him 🍵 Prosecutor

╰┈➤ Lawrence 🍵 He/They 🍵 Trauma-Holder

╰┈➤ Mahtin 🍵 Any/All 🍵 System Heart

╰┈➤ Vincent 🍵 He/Him 🍵 Protector

╰┈➤ Farz 🍵 He/They 🍵 Mediator

╰┈➤ Lucifer 🍵 He/Him 🍵 Confidence-Holder

╰┈➤ Ren 🍵 He/Him 🍵 Trauma-Holder

╰┈➤ Scout 🍵 They/Them 🍵 Comforter/Guide

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[Alters will put intros here as they choose to make them.]

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[If you're incapable of a rational, calm discussion regardless of opposing viewpoints kindly don't interact. Minors, please do not interact.]

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#system intro #systemshit #endo safe #endo friendly #pro endo #endogenic safe #alter-Nova #pinned post

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beet1031 · 7 months

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(slight hazbin hotel spoilers) ok so I think I’ve heard somewhere that the creators of hazbin hotel confirmed husk x angeldust to (eventually) be canon and they’re a cute couple but also like,, I also just find that idea extremely funny specifically bc of the two characters height differences. In the one song this season where you really get to see husk and angel’s chemistry, angel has to bend down all the fucking time just so he and husk can both be in frame and I laugh abt it every time I watch that scene. If they end up having more screen time together in s2 poor angel is gonna have scoliosis by the last episode lmao. Pictured below: a bunch of screenshots of angel having to bend way the hell down to be at eye level with husk

#hazbin hotel #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #twink #husk #husk x angel dust #They also solve this problem by having one or both characters sitting down in most scenes #Which is even more hilarious to me #“You want to date this short cat man? Ok but you stay in this chair the whole time”

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stayevildarling · 4 months

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Hi, I had another idea for a fic ! So it’s Mina x Delia x Reader and I was thinking that maybe Mina has a bad week (I know, torturing you 😅), because she had a doctors appointment and Delia was on a council meeting away and the reader had to take care of the coven so no one could go with Mina and support her and everyone was busy but by the end of the week the reader realizes just what a toll it took on Mina and she talks to Delia about it. So Delia comes home early and they surprise Mina by taking care of her. She’s reluctant at first but accepts it and they do something special for her (maybe fav meal, gift, whatever).

Thank you ☺️

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Reader - Never alone

A/N: Can't lie, this was in fact torture. I hope you enjoy it and it's what you kinda expected and hoped for with this request 🫶🏻

warnings: mention of doctors appointments, mention of medication, mention of scoliosis

word count: 4k

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As you are sitting at Cordelia's desk, typing away on her computer, you are suddenly startled by a ray of thunder, some lighting jolting through the now dark academy. The rain begins angrily tapping against the large windows, causing for your thoughts to be interrupted for a moment. Glancing at the time in the corner of the screen, you suddenly realise it was past midnight and your heart instantly sinks, as if the thunder and rain was a reminder that you needed to call it a night.

It had been undeniably hard, Cordelia being away for a council meeting and you in charge. Being a witch and Cordelia's long time partner for the last several years, you really should have the hang of it by now and in a way you do. You made sure that meals were served for the witches, teaching classes and helping them prepare for the upcoming weekend. However the administrative part had killed you, documenting for Cordelia what had happened, replying to emails and new witches wanting to join the academy and on top of it all trying to sort out your own life and stay somehow sane. You had no idea how Cordelia managed to do it all, being the supreme and carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders, while still remaining the happiest ray of sunshine, never letting her stress or anger out on anyone or take a toll on her. Through it all she still remained your rock, the sense of peace and calm for both Wilhemina and you.

As your thoughts trail to Wilhemina, you suddenly realise that you really hadn't seen her today, other than a brief appearance at dinner and some small talk. Suddenly you feel a pang of guilt in your chest, knowing how you really didn't have any time for her this week, despite trying your best. Usually, Wilhemina would return from work, the witches already having had dinner and mostly in their room, a warm meal waiting for her, simply the three of you eating in the presence of each other and catching up. Usually, Wilhemina would always find a warm bath prepared for her from you, as well as some comfortable clothes to change into after work. Her medication cabinet would always be fully stocked and you would help her out in whatever ways you could, preparing her lunchbox in the morning and often bringing her some tea throughout the day when she would work from home.

The truth was that neither Cordelia or Wilhemina expected anything from you, ever. They both knew that you still had your own life, despite living at the academy, and being a witch at your age certainly wasn't easy. But they couldn't help but appreciate your gestures, always sure to thank you for them in their own ways, Cordelia openly thanking you and prepping you in kisses, while Wilhemina had a more quiet way to show her gratitude. However, you had noticed that the redhead seemed off within the last two days, more quiet, often simply going to sleep and not talking to you in the way she usually would. And you couldn't help but worry that it had been due to you neglecting her a little this week, deep down hoping she would understand with the pressure of keeping the academy running.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to let work rest until tomorrow, turning the computer off before glancing at the calendar on Cordelia's desk one more time, making sure other than one class due teaching in the morning there was nothing on your agenda until the supreme would return in the afternoon. As you glance over the last couple of days, your breath suddenly gets caught in your throat as you realise what you had missed. ,,Mina Dr's appointment'' it reads from exactly two days ago. And you could hate yourself, remembering how Cordelia had made the appointment months ago and how they needed to do a range of uncomfortable tests, including some needles and you know Mina hated those specific appointments. Back then Cordelia already knew she would be away and so you had promised to take her, however neither of them had mentioned it again and so in the chaos of it all, you forgot.

The guilt seems to overwhelm you, as you quickly make your way back to your shared bedroom, hoping your Mina may still be awake reading a book and that you could talk to her. However to your disappointment, she is turned around, already asleep and so you have no choice but to join her in bed, trying to rest for the day ahead but your thoughts not allowing you to get an inch of rest as you felt terrible. Eventually, several hours later sleep arrived, however you are awoken a little while later as your alarm blares through the quiet bedroom. Shuffling, you notice that it's still pitch black outside but as you turn, you notice the absence of your other lover in bed. You huff, wiping tiredly at your eyes, before trying to find her downstairs or in the bathroom but to your disappointment she had already left. You had been so adamant to set an alarm early in order to get a chance to talk to her and at least prepare her lunch box today.

Knowing you wouldn't be able to get any more sleep, you simply stand in the kitchen, preparing breakfast for the witches in the kitchen. As you glance at your phone, you open your messages, debating whether to message your redhead girlfriend before finding an unopened message from Cordelia. ,,Hi sweetie, can't wait to see you today, love Delia'' it reads and your heart swells a little whenever receiving a text from her, despite it being so long now. ,,Can I call you?'' you type back and almost instantly her photo appears on your screen and you quickly press the green button before clutching the phone to your ear.

,,Hi Sweetie, everything okay?'' she asks and you can sense the hint of concern in her voice. Hesitating for a moment, you nervously begin biting your lip. ,,I fucked up Dee'' you whisper, tears brimming in your eyes as the guilt again overwhelms you. ,,What happened darling?'' she tries calmly. ,,I completely forgot Mina's appointment and I had no time to do anything for her this week, last night I missed her going to bed and this morning she was already gone'' you explain, some tears now flowing down your cheeks and Cordelia can tell by the way your voice quivers ever so slightly. ,,Shh sweetie, it's okay'' she coos, her heart hurting at your confession and putting this all on you. ,,It will be fine darling, I promise.'' she reassures you before speaking again ,,Let's do something nice tonight, just us three?'' she offers and you nod before realising she can't hear you. ,,How about we make her favourite for dinner? and I'll bring everything on my way home so you don't need to worry baby girl'' she offers and you instantly feel a little calmer, knowing your Delia was more in control of these sort of things. ,,Perfect, thank you Dee'' you smile before the two of you say your goodbyes and she happily mentions her return again and that she can't wait to hold you close.

While the day seems to pass quickly, in between teaching and preparing everything for Cordelia's arrival, your other lover wasn't having much luck. Wilhemina had already been on edge as soon as she walked into the office this morning, quite behind on her schedule which was highly unusual for the punctual and hard working woman. Her idiot bosses had drowned her in work this week, constantly demanding her attention on new projects, orders and since her assistant had quit this week on top of it all, due to a personal matter she was drowning. Additionally, Wilhemina hadn't seen either of you two much this week, Cordelia not at all, the supreme often checking in however and calling the redhead or texting her. She had gotten to see glimpses of you but she knows you had been busy and she didn't mind.

However, this week had tired the usual strong woman. She wouldn't admit it to either of you or herself really but the doctors appointment had taken a toll on her. She hated those, especially those specific ones and it often left her drained after going through countless tests and treatments. Due to her workload she also had to cancel her weekly physical therapy which just added another load of pain to her already tired shoulders. Wilhemina was on a breaking point today and she knew if her bosses waltzed into her office one more time, cracking silly jokes, she may just kill one or both of them. The truth was that the only reason the redhead managed to stay sane, was due to both Cordelia and you. The two of you managed to balance the redhead out, your sweet gestures and your true, kind and genuine love for her made her feel calm and manages to quieten her inner storms each time. Cordelia was always a rock for Wilhemina and she felt safe to hide away with the supreme when everything felt a little much. Having neither of you by her side didn't only make the raging storm worse, it also somehow made her feel vulnerable, scared even to slip back into her old habits before meeting you both.

Meanwhile you had just finished at the academy, sending the witches off to their families and friends for the weekend, tidying after them and at last putting the greenhouse back in shape after you didn't get time to do that this morning after the potion class you had been teaching. With swift motions, you move around the room, putting books neatly back on shelves and giving the plants some much needed attention, care and water. Cordelia had returned moments before, setting the bags with supplies down in the kitchen before coming to find you. She hovers by the doorway, not wanting to announce her presence yet as the sight was too good for her not to cherish it a moment longer. Despite the concern regarding your other partner after you had filled in the supreme, she couldn't help but be overwhelmed by the love she has for you in this moment, seeing you move with such ease.

,,Hi there sweetie'' she smiles genuinely, startling you a little and as your eyes shoot towards her, she tilts her head a little into the smile. ,,Delia'' you practically cry out before zooming towards her and her arms instantly wrap around your body, pulling you closer in her embrace. ,,I missed you my sweet girl'' she tells you truthfully as she takes in your features and giving you a face hug with her hands. ,,I missed you too Delia'' you sigh, almost frowning a little. ,,Come on'' she encourages, taking your hand and leading you through the gardens and into the academy once again. On the table, you find some shopping bags and your eyes meet hers before she gives you a little nod of permission to explore what she had gotten.

,,I got some of Mina's favourite bath salts and chocolates and all the ingredients to make her favourite dinner'' Cordelia exclaims excitedly and you can't help but frown, feeling grateful that the blonde had organised this. ,,Thank you so much'' you almost whisper, the guilt about the reasoning for this once again overwhelming you. ,,Let me go and make the bath'' you offer before disappearing upstairs. By the time you make it to the bathroom, you have already collected two large lilac towels and put them on the heater so they would be nice and warm for your girlfriend. Afterwards you use your magic to light all the candles in the room, making the atmosphere comfortable for her before setting some clothes down neatly for her, as well as her evening medication and running the bath. Despite not doing this usually, you cheat a little and use your magic to make it the perfect temperature, before adding some of the bath salts that Cordelia had gotten. You neatly place the chocolates on the desk in her office, before returning downstairs almost hastily, unable to wait for her return any longer.

As you find yourself back in the kitchen, you watch in awe as Cordelia swiftly moves around it, chopping some ingredients with ease, adding some herbs to the food and looking as beautiful and ethereal as ever. You assume she is still wearing what she had been wearing all day, a blouse with some flower prints, her signature long black pants and some subtle heels. Her hair was glowing, the perfect shade of blonde and her little curls falling perfectly. Despite the scent of the food simmering, lingering in the air, you could also smell her perfume, honey and vanilla and it made you feel right at home. The only thing to cure your guilty and aching heart would be Wilhemina's return and your heart skips a beat as you realise she should be back any moment. You end up a little lost in your thoughts, still lingering by the door and watching Cordelia as she sets the table, having noticed your presence of course but deciding to let you watch a little longer, after all you had done enough for her this week by keeping the academy going.

The front door opens moments later and despite the supreme not being able to see as the kitchen furniture was in the way, you managed to catch a glimpse of your Mina and the sight almost killed you. Her features seemed tense, not angry or upset but simply defeated. Her shoulders slumped and by her posture you could tell she was either incredibly fed up or in an incredible amount of pain. You watch quietly as she sets her bag down, before putting on a brave face, knowing Cordelia was home by now. You try hard to form a genuine smile and hide the guilt and concern lingering on your face as you walk into the kitchen. ,,Hi honey'' Cordelia greets her sincerly, wrapping the redhead in a hug and you could see how much Wilhemina was tensing today. ,,Hello darling, nice trip?'' Wilhemina tries after they pull away and Cordelia simply hums in approval before taking in her features and returning her attention back on dinner and the surprise you had planned for the woman, wanting to take care of her.

,,Hi Mina'' you almost whisper, the guilt almost causing you to cry and to falter and let the tears flow. ,,Hello little one'' she greets you with a smile and you couldn't tell in your state whether it was genuine or forced. ,,Mina I-'' you try and her features tense before Cordelia interrupts you both, using her brown eyes to tell you that now wasn't the time to apologise and start this conversation. ,,Y/N prepared a bath for you upstairs darling and dinner should be finished whenever you are ready'' she softly announces. The redhead seems reluctant, being able to tell that this wasn't what you were going to say and suddenly feeling strange to accept the gesture, considering you had been too busy all week and despite her not blaming you for it in the slightest, her walls had rebuilt in the last few days without her being able to control it. Wilhemina glances towards you one more time before nodding and leaving, her cane echoing against the marble floor on her way upstairs.

As Wilhemina steps into the bathroom moments later, her heart melts a little at the gesture. She had stopped by her office, setting her things down and already finding the chocolate and she assumed it was from Cordelia as she usually brought gifts back after council meetings, the redhead assuming it's her way of apologising for being gone so long. And she didn't need the supreme to tell her beforehand that you had been the one running the bath as the details like the warm towels, nighttime medication gave it away. Despite feeling a little stubborn and reluctant about it, she can't help but sigh as she undresses, settling into the bath after all as all she wanted was a few moments to herself, to breathe and to let her tired muscles and features relax for a little. To her own surprise, the bath does wonders as the tension slowly subsides, of course the pain was still there, it always was after all. However she felt a little more at ease, already forgetting about work for the remainder of the weekend at least and a small part of her looking forward to catch up with her two favourite girls.

,,Hi darling'' Cordelia pulls you out of your thoughts as Wilhemina returns eventually and you feel a little relieved seeing she is wearing the clothes you had chosen for her after all. ,,Please'' Cordelia offers, pointing towards the chair before setting three plates on the table. ,,Delia made your favourite'' you announce happily, seeing her features a lot less tense than before. She remains silent for a moment, needing to collect her thoughts for a moment as it always felt a little strange to her whenever you three reunited and usually her never losing touch to you the way she had this week. ,,What have I done to deserve all this?'' she questions and you glance at Cordelia, the blonde smiling at you and encouraging you to speak. However your gaze drops to your plate as the guilt overwhelms you once more, worried about her reaction and scared she may hate you after the way you had abandoned her this week.

,,Little one?'' the redhead asks, her eyebrows furrowing as concern etches across her perfect features. ,,Darling I- we know this week has been a lot for you'' Cordelia tries, knowing this was a little much for you right now. ,,And what makes you think that?'' Wilhemina questions, almost a little sternly as she meets the blondes gaze, feeling called out a little. ,,Darling we have been so busy this week, I was gone and I know poor Y/N has been doing everything around here to keep the academy running'' she begins, her expression turning serious. Wilhemina simply holds the supreme's gaze before glancing towards you. ,,We weren't there for you and I'm sorry about that'' the supreme admits guiltily. ,,I'm sorry Mina'' you choke on some tears, despite trying your hardest to hide them. ,,Whatever for my sweet girl?'' the redhead asks confused, of course having heard the supremes earlier words but not remotely understanding what you felt the need to apologise for, let alone what had upset you so much.

,,I basically ignored you this week, I didn't make your baths, I didn't make your lunchboxes and I forgot about that appointment and I feel so bad'' it practically bursts out of you as more tears flow. The redhead's eyes again meet Cordelia's almost a little helplessly, unsure how to react and fix this. ,,Little one, you know while I appreciate those things, you don't need to do them'' she reassures. ,,Besides sweetie, this isn't on you, I gave you way too much with the academy and also teaching, I'm sorry'' Cordelia apologises, feeling terrible herself for not arranging things differently before leaving to the meeting. ,,You both don't need to be sorry, I'm an adult and perfectly capable of doing these things'' Wilhemina tries, unsure what to say and her walls still not completely gone. ,,Mina'' you try, tilting your head to the side a little. ,,I know you hate those specific appointments and I can tell this week was a lot, so can we just pwease take care of you?'' you try, giving her your best frown and puppy eyes.

,,Fine but no more of this for now'' she warns and you and Cordelia simply smile warmly at her before agreeing. And so, the three of you simply catch up, Wilhemina sharing little details about her idiot bosses, you filling Cordelia in about what she had missed and the supreme giving some insight on the council meeting. Wilhemina listens to you two intently, occasionally joining the conversation with some comments but all she can do is enjoy your presence as she had undeniably missed this. The quiet moments with you both where she feels most at home, most like herself and the walls tumble down with each glance, each smile that you both gave her. Eventually, the three of you settle on the sofa, Cordelia having bought both yours and Wilhemina's favourite snacks. For a change, the three of you are sitting on the sofa, Wilhemina usually in her armchair but she opted for the spot in the middle today, which surprised both you and Cordelia.

,,Thank you little one'' she glances at you as the tv and her favourite movie plays in the background. ,,What for?'' you ask a little dumbfounded and sleepy as you had been resting your head on her and slowly the events from the day and week catching up with you. ,,For always taking such lovely care'' she smiles warmly, loving to see you this comfortable and sleepy. ,,But-'' you try to protest and remind her about this week but she simply shushes you ,,No darling, no but's, you did a perfect job'' she reminds you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Cordelia watches the interaction with a warm smile, watching you drift to sleep pretty much straight after Wilhemina's lips left your forehead. ,,How are you really honey?''she tries and notices that the redhead seems much less tense and much more like herself again.

,,Tired'' the redhead whispers and the blonde could tell what she was implying. ,,How was the appointment?'' she asks, worry laced in her voice. ,,It was alright'' the redhead speaks truthfully as it really wasn't too bad and she managed in the end. ,,I'm sorry for not being here'' the supreme apologises again before the redhead reassures her with a warm smile. ,,I missed you both'' the supreme sighs before putting her head carefully on the redheads shoulder. ,,Me too'' Wilhemina whispers, glancing in between her girls. ,,Thank you for this'' she mumbles as she equally feels herself drifting to sleep. ,,Anything for our best girl'' Cordelia reassures before pressing a kiss to Wilhemina's cheek. ,,I'm so proud of you darling'' she speaks honestly, however the redhead missed that statement as she had already joined you sleeping moments before. And it was true, Cordelia knew the likelihood of the redhead shutting you both out, not appreciating the gestures and conversations of tonight and it made her ever so proud that the redhead chose to be brave tonight and simply enjoy the comfortable embraces and safety of each other.

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