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To Have and to Hold: Ch. 11 Showered

By Skyler10

Summary: The bridal party hosts a surprise shower-turned-bachelorette for Daisy and Carol, and some familiar MCU faces show up (Jane Foster, Darcy Lewis, Piper from AoS, Natasha Romanov, and “Val” here is King Valkyrie/Brunnhilde).

Notes: Thanks to all of my wonderful writing buddies for the bridal shower game suggestions! This was a fun chapter to write.

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On the evening of the bridal shower, Elena’s living room slowly filled with women. First Jemma and Maria arrived to help set up and decorate, then Melinda brought the drinks. Carol’s friends Val, Jane, and Darcy, and Daisy’s friends Piper and Natasha rounded out the guest list.

Elena had told Daisy and Carol to come over for dinner, and that other guests might be coming, but nothing else. She also told them a slightly later time. A note on the door said to come on in, so they hesitantly knocked, opened the door, called out that they were there, and walked inside. When they entered the living room, it all made sense.

“Surprise!” all of the women shouted at once.

“A surprise bridal shower,” Jemma explained, in case it wasn’t clear what was going on.

“You guys!” Daisy exclaimed. Carol grinned and squeezed Daisy’s hand. Daisy asked, “Did you know about this?”

“No!” Carol laughed. “I’m just as surprised as you are.”

Melinda popped her head out of the kitchen. “There they are!”

“Mom!” Daisy laughed and went over to hug her. Meanwhile, Carol greeted their friends, and Maria made sure everyone had been introduced.

Jemma asked Val, “So do you work with Carol?”

Val snorted. “God no, I’m lucky I passed maths at all in school. We were on the same softball team, and now we go to all the sporting events together. Try to catch a WNBA night or football—proper football, not American football. Maria comes too with the little one on occasion.”

“Monica gets bored with soccer and softball,” Maria explained as Carol showed pictures on her phone of Monica in various jerseys with concession snacks or napping in her seat. “She says they take too long. But we catch the WNBA when the games aren’t too late, and whatever else they go to during the day when we can.”

Meanwhile, Jane and Darcy were enthusiastically explaining their newly improved wormhole theory to Piper, Elena, and Natasha. When Jane and Darcy were called away by Jemma, Piper asked, “Okay, so did anyone get any of that or am I just an idiot?”

“No idea,” Elena freely admitted.

“Sorry, I’ve got nothing.” Natasha shrugged. “I’ve read a lot about space, but they are way beyond my level.”

A timer on Elena’s phone beeped, and she briefly joined Melinda and Daisy in the kitchen, then reappeared to announce that the enchiladas and drinks were ready. Maria started the party playlist in the background on Elena’s stereo system, and the bridal shower officially began.

After dinner, they retrieved their purses for a purse scavenger hunt, which required the various friends to get to know each other even better. The true test, however, was how well they knew the brides in “Daisy + Carol Trivia,” as Jemma had titled it on her slide deck. She played the slides on the TV so everyone could see the questions and answers. Since she knew the brides equally well and had for years, she was the ideal quizmaster. Naturally, Melinda knew more of the Daisy questions and Maria knew all of the Carol ones, but the others each had questions related to their friendships with the brides as well.

The questions for the surprise final round, however, had been a team effort from the bridal party present (Melinda, Maria, Jemma, and Elena). Jemma quizzed Carol and Daisy on how well they knew each other, like the old Newlyweds game show. Since Jemma didn’t tell the brides in advance and didn’t have their answers prepared, all she had for this round were questions on the slides.

“And now for the happy couple,” Jemma called. “Brides come on up.”

She had Carol and Daisy sit a few feet apart on barstools at the front of the room, facing each other. Elena handed them each a small whiteboard with a dry-erase marker.

“Ignore the Sharpie in that corner,” Elena mumbled to Daisy. “Alfie found that one when Mack wasn’t looking.”

Daisy giggled at the child’s drawing of a small cat that would never be erased.

Maria explained, “Those are just for the answers you’re guessing. We aren’t tallying points because 1. everyone’s a winner here and 2. we’ve seen you two compete. For those who haven’t, let’s just say there’s a reason we never put them on opposite teams.” Maria raised an eyebrow and sent the audience a look that said as well as they worked together, things got intense when they worked against each other, especially after a few drinks.

“We’ll be good,” Daisy said sheepishly, remembering the pub trivia night or two Maria was referencing.

“We promise,” Carol finished. They sent their best angelic, innocent looks in Maria and Jemma’s direction. The bridesmaids exchanged jokingly doubtful looks.

Their friends laughed knowingly.

Jemma cleared her throat. “You’ll each have 20 seconds to write your answers and then guess what the other wrote. Ready?”

“Wait,” Carol interrupted. “So I write what I would say for me, and then I guess out loud what Daisy would have written?”

“Precisely,” Jemma confirmed and clicked the remote. “First question! What did you do on your first date?”

They each wrote quickly but shared a silent joke between them.

“Time’s up, and judging from those looks, it might be a rocky start?” Jemma asked.

Carol guessed, “Our first big date out was the winter formal. Is that what you said?” Daisy grimaced and revealed her board first to Carol and Jemma and then to the audience. “I said the holiday market we stopped at on the drive home from Christmas right after you asked me to be your girlfriend.”

“Oh no,” Carol laughed. “Is that what you guessed I would say?”

“No, I thought you’d say studying together at the coffee shop,” Daisy laughed.

“We could say we had a lot of first dates,” Carol justified, “because we’d already done so much as friends and then we were doing them as girlfriends so they were all special. But on the drive back to school was when we made it official so that’s true too.”

Jemma clicked to the next slide. “If your partner had a superpower, what would it be?”

They wrote quickly and were ready and confident this time.

Daisy guessed first this time. “Flying, but in a super cool way, like with rocket feet or something.”

Carol revealed her board. “Okay, I think that counts. I said photon blasts, which would do that, but also like firepower in your hands.”

Daisy shrugged. “Sure, yes, photon blasts. They did not teach me that in computer school.” They all laughed and Jemma conceded that it was close enough.

“And what would Daisy’s power be?” Jemma asked.

Carol contemplated how to phrase it. “Okay, I don’t know if this is what you would say, but in physics, everything has a frequency, right? So you could, like, control things by tuning into those frequencies.” She demonstrated a cool superhero pose and moved her open hands around.

“Hm, like telekinesis?” Daisy asked.

“Eh, not really.” Carol tilted her head. “It’s more like you could tap into the vibrations all around us and alter their patterns.”

Jane bounced in her seat. “You could make things shake or break apart, even causing earthquakes or avalanches! Or even manipulate individual objects down to the smallest level. That would be so cool.”

Carol pointed at the only other person in the room who understood her language. “Yeah! And lots of other stuff. Not just earth, but liquid, metal, anything.”

“The Avatar,” Darcy said in awe.

Jemma squinted. “I think that’s further away from what she meant… So Daisy, what did you pick?”

“Well, you’re not going to believe this,” Daisy teased, leading up to the dramatic reveal of her board. “I did actually put telekinesis, but this sounds much cooler. Thinking of that like a superhero fighting style? That’s badass.” She looked to her mom, who had been the one to get her into martial arts as a kid.

Melinda looked impressed. “That’d be very cool.”

Daisy beamed at the validation. “So that seems close enough to count too, yeah?”

Jemma opened it up to the audience, who voiced enthusiastic agreement. “There we have it. Though, I’d say the true winner here is Carol’s knowledge of physics leading to excellent superhero possibilities.”

Val raised her hand and Jemma called on her. “Yeah, Carol, when we’re done here, can you tell the rest of us what our powers would be?”

They laughed again and Carol agreed, then they continued with the game: “If your partner could see any living musician perform, who would they pick?” (Alanis Morissette for Carol and Taylor Swift for Daisy) and favorite foods, places to vacation, and dream cars rounded out the questions.

“Last question, who said ‘I love you’ first?” Jemma asked, expecting a sweet, romantic story.

Daisy and Carol’s smiles fell. The images of a stormy, tearful night in college came back to them. Carol had hung up on her dad to end a shouting match and was shaking in fear and anger. Daisy had held her tightly until she calmed down and they had cried their eyes dry. They had pledged their love in trembling whispers in the dark as thunder rumbled and rain pounded the windows. No matter what metaphorical storms they weathered, they had promised each other that their love would be strong enough to make it through to the birdsong of the blue-sky morning.

“It was sort of both of us at once,” Daisy said softly, not taking her eyes off Carol.

Carol swallowed hard. “Yeah, it just came out one night.” She put on her party face and changed the topic. “So! What’s next?”

The women understood the story wasn’t going to be shared in detail and didn’t press. Most of them knew why Carol’s mom wasn’t here at her only daughter’s bridal shower, but even Daisy’s friends Piper and Natasha could guess, being queer themselves.

To lighten the mood, Maria introduced the next game: Marital MadLibs. She asked them for nouns, verbs, adjectives, adverbs, and so on while writing on a notepad, filling out the blanks. They all contributed a word, playing along with the expected wacky tone of the game. When they were done, Maria revealed that they had been rewriting the traditional wedding vows. She had Carol and Daisy stand in front of her and each read their half of the vows to each other in a mock ceremony. They laughed so hard, they could barely get through them.

Daisy started reading the notebook Maria handed her: “I, Minnie Mouse, take thee, Wonder Woman, to be my wedded dog-walker, to have and to dance, from this day forward, for pretty, for worse, for richer, for cuter, in sickness and in hunger, to love and to hug, till heaven do us part.” She looked up from the notebook to smile at Carol. “Aw, mine was kinda sweet.”

Carol received the notebook with curiosity and began reading—or at least tried to but was interrupted several times by giggling. “I, Captain Crunch, take thee, Britney Spears, to be my wedded alien, to have and to fuck from this day forward, for better, for hard, for richer, for wetter? In sickness and in scissors , to love and to pleasure?! till math do us part!”

Everyone in the room was laughing so hard they were crying by the end. Carol handed the notebook back to Maria and covered her blushing red face with her hands. “Mine got so dirty and we weren’t even trying!”

“Speak for yourself.” Natasha lifted her drink.

“Here here,” Val agreed with a tap of her plastic cup to Natasha’s.

The bridal party exchanged silent amusement. The evening wasn’t over yet, but there were clear alliances forming.

“That seems like a good segue,” Jemma hinted. “Everyone to the kitchen!”

“Ooo, what’s next?” Daisy said, mostly to Carol, as a subtle way to check in that she was having fun.

Carol observed Elena, Maria, and Jemma’s enthusiasm and replied, “I think the cute little bridal shower is over and the bachelorette party is starting.”

Gathered around Elena’s large kitchen island, they played a game trying to concoct the perfect Carol + Daisy signature cocktail, with the couple being the judge of which best suited their relationship. In the process, it was decided that their wedding hashtag would be “Caisy.” Piper and Jemma coined it as the name of their cocktail, but it had resounding approval from all.

When they had settled on a winning recipe (Jane and Darcy’s mixed berry white sangria), Melinda finished her virgin pineapple daiquiri, said her goodbyes, and headed home. She said she had a long drive back, but it went without saying that having a bride’s mom at this part of the party could get awkward or embarrassing.

For example, the next game was a Yankee swap for the party favor bags. Each guest had brought a gift bag with an item from a sex shop such as a toy or lube, a pair of underwear or lingerie store gift card, and a sex tips book or game. Jemma and Maria had brought extra for Carol and Daisy so there would be enough for everyone playing.

Elena held up a bowl full of pieces of paper and explained, “Each of these has a number on it. Whoever draws number one picks first, and whoever draws number two can either pick the gift bag that the first person unwrapped or can pick from the pile. When the last gift is unwrapped, whatever gift you are holding is the one you’re going home with.”

Carol playfully grabbed Daisy around the waist. “I pick this one to go home with.”

Daisy tickled her side until she let go and they all laughed, but Elena was undeterred from her mission to make sure everyone got a number and understood the game before they started.

Luckily, Natasha, perhaps the least shy person in the room, drew number one. While no one would describe her as loud or the center of a party, she had a bold, frank, Russian-American way of speaking her mind that made people trust her. When she opened her gift bag to reveal a toy and book the others hadn’t heard of and a pair of banana-print briefs, she oohed and ahhed like a pro. Only Daisy, knowing her better than the others did, could see her strategy of getting rid of the gift by making others believe they wanted it.

They went around in numerical order, roaring in laughter when butch Piper got a pair of lacy pink bikini-cut panties and when Jemma tried to market the mini whip and feather she unwrapped so others would want it. Sadly, her salesmanship was lacking and obvious, so she didn’t have any takers.

Competition heated up when Val stole Carol’s gift, Maria stole it from Val, and Daisy stole it from Maria.

“That’s the third trade. This gift is no longer in play,” Elena announced. Daisy packed the sex dice game, soft modal short boxers, and bullet vibe back into the gift bag and hid it not-so-subtly under Carol’s chair.

Darcy poked Jane. “Aw, she stole it back for her.”

After that, no one dared steal Carol’s new gift she had unwrapped from the pile: black lace-hemmed boyshorts, a double-ended vibrator, and The Sassy Sapphic’s Guide to Married Pleasure . Only Val was adventurous enough to end up with Natasha’s mysterious toy and book and fun enough to enjoy the banana briefs. Jane, Darcy, Elena, Maria, and Piper traded a few times but were ultimately satisfied with their gift bags as well, whether for humor or serious use.

Jane and Darcy headed home after the exchange, and the others decided was time for a final round of drinks, which played a key part in the final game: Dirty D20. Jemma brought one of her Dungeons and Dragons die with 20 sides and displayed a set of 20 questions on her laptop, once again hooked up to the TV so all could see. They would take turns rolling the die and had to answer the corresponding question (causing everyone else to take a drink) or refuse to answer and take a drink themselves. Unlike Never Have I Ever, a simple yes or no wouldn’t suffice. These questions were more open-ended.

“What?!” Daisy leaned closer to the TV and read over the questions. “Name a kink you want to try?”

Val shrugged. “I’m ready, let’s do this.”

Natasha sent her an impressed look and scooted closer on the sofa. “I’m on her team.”

Jemma sighed. “There are no teams. I just explained the rules.”

Carol stepped in to head off a rule-breakers versus rule-giver debate. “I think we’re ready! Who's first?”

“I’ll go.” Piper adjusted the pillow behind her and sat cross-legged in the overstuffed recliner.

Suddenly, the trumpets of “Mambo #5” started playing loudly, making them all jump.

“Sorry!” Piper and Elena said at once as the entire room started dancing along. Elena scrambled for the stereo volume and Piper pulled out the hidden remote her leg had hit, which had forced the volume up all the way. With the volume on Elena’s party playlist down to a background level, and the fun party vibe bolstered by the unexpected throwback song, they were back on track for a silly game.

Jemma tossed Piper the die and she used the coffee table to roll. Ironically, number 5. Jemma read from the list: “Show the last naughty photo you sent.”

Piper was happy to oblige. She scrolled through her photos until she found a sexy post-workout selfie and a smoldering expression as she suggestively pulled at her sports bra. The women whistled and applauded her sexy selfie skills.

They continued around the room, confessing celebrity crushes, what they find attractive, the most adventurous place they’d had sex, first kiss stories, a song that turns them on, a roleplay or fantasy they’d be into, a normal (non-lingerie) clothing item that makes them feel sexy, pet names they called or were called by a partner, dream honeymoon/anniversay locations, and more.

The game ended when all 20 questions had been answered at least once, with Jemma crossing them off as they went. To their credit, no one had refused to answer, even the extremely personal ones.

New friends Val and Natasha decided to share an Uber home, leading to several raised eyebrows after they left, but only Piper said what they were all thinking: “I don’t know about you guys, but I ship it.”

They all agreed and voted on a wedding-themed movie to watch while they sobered up enough to drive home safely. My Big Fat Greek Wedding won because the wedding was between the main characters (unlike Crazy Rich Asians and My Best Friend’s Wedding) and the engaged couple planning the wedding did end up married (unlike The Wedding Planner). It seemed the best omen, especially given the quotable humor.

As Piper fell asleep in the recliner, Elena and Jemma changed the TV settings back from displaying the laptop to playing the movie. Maria, Carol, and Daisy noted how the whole night served to unite their friends and help them bond with each other. Maria mentioned how it was helpful for her and Jemma to know these women better before the wedding, and Carol and Daisy floated the idea of more parties or even girl’s trips together with tonight’s group invited in the future. This felt like one more way marriage could be a joining of their lives in a new way. They would still have their individual hangouts with their friends separately, of course, but now that their friends all knew each other, it helped to break the ice so it wasn’t awkward if they did more together too.

By the end of the movie, they were all sober, awake, and laughing at the Greek family’s quips and quirks. They helped clean up when it was over, making sure Elena and Mack weren’t left with a trashed party house, and they gathered up their naughty gift bags.

Elena made sure they were safe to drive and offered to let them crash in a guest bedroom for the night if needed, but they said they were okay. Piper had taken an Uber to the party but lived on Jemma’s route home, so Jemma drove her, and Carol and Daisy assured Elena that they could help keep each other alert if needed, though they were too hyped up from the fun of the party for anyone to be concerned. Maria was the only one alone, but she didn’t live far and she promised to text their group chat when she got home.

Carol and Daisy felt like they were floating on the drive home. It’d never felt shorter. They might not be throwing the fanciest wedding of the year with the biggest guest list, but their inner circle was going to make sure it was an unforgettable one all the same. They were already surrounded by so much love and joy and friendship, no matter what came next, they knew they wouldn’t be alone.

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too little, too late. | lh44

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader

content warning(s): angst, swearing, lewis is a bit of a dick in this sorry, unhappy ending because i love being miserable 🫶🏻

word count: 1,763

note: thank you so much for all the likes and reblogs on my first work a few days ago!! i didn't expect all the love so it is very, very appreciated :) this is a bit long so get comfy! and i also listened to you're losing me by taylor swift while writing so... yeah.

(psst! part 2 is here!)

(masterlist!)

memories from the night you two met flashed through your mind as you stood alone in the dim kitchen. the hangover from the next morning meant most of the night was a blur of shots, flashing lights and sweaty bodies but those deep brown eyes and endearing smile remained sharply in focus.

you stared at the two cold plates of dinner abandoned on the table and a bottle of wine nearing the end.

where had it all gone wrong?

six years.

six years of supporting him through everything.

and you loved being with lewis no matter what. seeing him in his element while racing was just as exciting for you as it was for him. but when would it end? you couldn't keep your life on pause forever.

back in 2017 when you first started dating you discussed a life of peace. a life with a big family and a nice house in england where your children could grow up normally like the both of you did. and you weren't foolish. you would never truly have peace when you were in a relationship with lewis hamilton, the face of formula 1. but you were willing to give up any sense of normality if it meant you could be with the love of your life.

or so you thought.

years passed as you watched all your friends get engaged and married, settle down and start their own families. at every bachelorette party, wedding reception, baby shower, family event you would be asked the same questions.

"when is he going to pop the question? you two have to get married! i bet he's planning to do it soon."

and every time you would have the same response.

"oh we're just taking it slow. he's pretty busy with racing and we both agreed that it wouldn't be fair for him to be away so much."

and you really did believe that at first.

either you didn't notice the stares of pity or you ignored them to convince yourself that everything was ok. it was only when you brought up the idea of finally having kids that you started doubting yourself.

"hey, lew. i've been thinking."

"hmm, yeah? what about." he replied absentmindedly, still searching netflix for a good movie to watch.

you passed him the bowl of popcorn to hold while you got under the blanket.

"i was thinking that we're finally ready to start a family."

he stilled. that was the last thing he thought you would bring up.

"lewis?"

"i want a family too, you know that. but i can't retire without getting that eighth championship. we're almost there. besides, i don't wanna leave you at home with a kid and not be there for every step of the way."

both of you knew at the rate mercedes was going, lewis would need a miracle and a half to win another title against red bull and their rocket ship.

he avoided your eyes and clearly thought that was the end of the matter so you accepted that when he was ready he would tell you. right?

you tossed and turned that night, unable to get the way he brushed off the topic so coldly out of your head. did you imagine it? that flicker of hesitance on his face? a pit of uneasiness settled at the bottom of your stomach as you desperately tried to reason with yourself. no. everything is fine. you had already waited a few years. what was a couple more?

so you tucked away your dreams of a family into the back of your mind for the time being and just enjoyed your relationship with lewis. every date felt like the first and you never wanted your love to end.

"lewis...this is too much!" as you stared in awe at the lone table in the middle of a completely empty restaurant.

rose petals led you two all the way from the entrance to a table with a single rose stood in a vase in the centre as candles flickered softly.

"for you? never."

staring at him in the golden light, you couldn't help but blush at his romantic gesture. he was making up for being away during a triple header and you hated to admit it but you could get used to this.

racing. you smiled at the thought of seeing lewis race. it was like seeing an artist produce a masterpiece every time pencil hit paper. he truly was an incredible sight to see.

you were there for each of his championships since 2017. you witnessed the joy of 2020 and the heartbreak of 2021. you were there, celebrating each win with him and consoling him after each loss, every time. you had fallen in love with the sport you once had no knowledge of just as hard as you had fallen for lewis. you knew how much of a toll each season took on him and you were always going to be there to pick him back up. his world became yours as you met his team and soon enough you were a familiar sight in the mercedes garage.

wasn't seven world championships enough for him?

you would never ask him to give up his career for you. and he would never ask that of you. but after years of waiting for the next step you couldn't help but wonder whether he still wanted that with you.

he was more than an hour late now. both of your schedules had been almost completely full for the past few months and you thought it would be nice to catch up over homemade dinner.

apparently he didn't think the same.

you hadn't bothered calling or texting. he always turned his phone off while at work anyways. as you finished off the last mouthful of wine the jingle of keys and the door unlocking brought you back out of your thoughts.

heavy footsteps trudged through the hallway.

"hey baby, i didn't think you would be up- what's all this?"

"dinner. i've been waiting for two hours now." you turned away from the counter to face him.

"shit. i am so sorry. i just got so caught up at work. we've been trying to improve the car to-"

"-to beat red bull. i know. i know."

"i promise i'll make it up to you. what about dinner next week? at that chinese restaurant you really like?" he walked towards you and went to wrap his arms around you before you pushed him away.

"stop, lewis. just stop. i can't keep doing this." you couldn't look him in the eyes.

a pin drop could be heard as lewis' blood ran cold.

"what?"

the change in atmosphere almost made you wish you had never said anything. almost.

"i can't keep waiting on you, lewis. i'm sorry."

"i said i would make it up to you." the look of pure confusion on his face would be amusing if it weren't for the fact that you were on the verge of tears.

"it's not just about dinner, lewis."

"then what is it about?"

"everything. god, we've been together for eight years and we're not even engaged and nowhere near starting a family. we have nothing to show for it. i knew i would have to wait and i was fine with that but i just can't anymore. this isn't what i imagined for us."

"so what? you're just going to leave? you know how i feel about having kids."

"and i get that, i do. but are you even planning on retiring in the near future? we're not getting any younger and i've been ready for a while now. i just don't think our ideas of our future are the same anymore."

"am i just meant to drop everything for you then? give it all up?"

"fuck, of course not, lewis. i would never ask you to do that. never. but sometimes it feels like you choose your career over me. and i know what it takes to be in formula 1 to win, i know you need to give it your full focus. i just, i need you to choose me for once. choose us."

"no, you don't know what it takes because if you did, you wouldn't be doing this to me right now. in the middle of the season."

you blinked. once. twice. you couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"are you fucking kidding me, lewis? i'm ending our six year relationship and you're thinking of how it's going to effect your season?"

"yes! fuck, this is my whole life. it always has been and it always will be."

there it is. confirmation from the man himself. you stumbled on your words trying to convey your anger as your blood continuously boiled at his miserable attempt to fix his mess.

"have you ever even thought about how i've felt all these years? giving every excuse in the book to our families and friends about why we haven't taken the next step in our relationship and defending you when they said i was too good for you? you may get to avoid them by going to the races but i don't have that privilege."

your throat was dry at this point as you gasped for air and still, he was stood almost unbothered at the fact you were hopelessly clinging onto the last remaining threads of your relationship, willing him to fight back.

"so that's it? you're not going to stop me?"

tears pooled at your eyes as you realised this was really happening.

"well clearly you've thought this out pretty well."

you didn't know whether to laugh, cry or throw the empty bottle of wine at his head.

"you are fucking unbelievable, lewis. i thought this meant something to you but clearly not."

you stormed towards the door and opened it. you paused while silently hoping he would beg you to stay. hoping he would risk everything for you.

but it never came.

you wiped away your tears and tried to at least sound somewhat assertive despite your voice wavering.

"let me know when you're not at home and i'll come get my things."

you slammed the door shut with a resounding bang and walked away from the place and person you had called home for so long.

he sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. as he moved to get a beer out of the fridge his gaze fell on the calendar stuck to the front. there was a red heart around today's date with "anniversary!" written in your handwriting.

fuck.

note: yikes. i hope you aren't too sad because of me. any feedback is appreciated!! let me know what else you wanna see :)

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