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onlygenxhere · 8 months

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Sorry isn’t going to bring back the last slice of cheesecake. / Reggie/Carrie

“I’m so sorry darlin’.” Reggie looked down at the floor where Carrie had just dropped her desert plate. It had shattered into several big chunks ruining both the food and the plate.

“Sorry isn’t going to bring back the last slice of cheesecake.” She shook her head and kept her eyes down, getting stupidly emotional about fucking cheesecake.

“Hey,” Reggie stepped over the mess and wrapped her up in a hug which set off the tears she’d been trying to hold back. “It’s ok, sweetie. I’ll run out and get another as soon as I clean this up.”

She sniffed and pulled away wiping her face angrily.

She hated crying but she hated it pointed out even more. Reggie had picked up on that in their first six months of dating.

They’d been married two years now.

He usually knew exactly how to handle her.

But things were different now.

She barely knew how to handle herself.

“It’s fine. It can wait till tomorrow. I made the mess.” She looked up at him daring him to contradict her. “I should clean it up.”

“Carrie please,” he sighed. “Let me help.” He reached foreword and placed his hand on her very pregnant belly. “You’re already doing so much.”

She rolled her eyes. “All I’ve done is sit on my ever expanding ass all day with my feet up because my ankles have decided to compete with the size of my calves.”

“That’s not true,” he shook his head and grinned taking a step toward her and sliding his arms around her back. “You spent the day making a human… probably grew a pancreas today.”

She rolled her eyes but it was getting harder to keep the smile off her face now. He always had this effect on her. It was why she’d married him.

Reggie took another step and they were as close as they could be with their baby growing in her belly between them. He slid his hands down to her butt and gave it a squeeze and she giggled when he winked at her. “You need to stop being so mean to my wife lady. She’s the love of my life.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she laughed.

He shook his head and grinned, “And I think my wife is still the sexiest woman in the world even if you think her ankles and butt are too big.” He leaned in and gave her a soft peck on the lips.

He started to pull away and she pulled him back in wrapping her arms around his neck and sliding her hands up into his hair deepening the kiss.

Reggie smiled against her lips as they finally separated. “Why don’t you go get comfortable again and I’ll bring you that cheesecake in bed.”

“Ok fine.” She kissed his cheek and took a step back. “You’re the best.”

He shook his head as he bent down to clean up the mess on the floor. “Go get in the bed wife so I can go get your cheesecake.”

“I’m going, I’m going.” She turned carefully making sure not to bump into the counter. That had been happening more and more lately and she still had three weeks left of this.

She hated all this sitting around and waiting and all these cravings for sweets. This kid definitely had Reggie’s appetite. “Oh and can you bring me some chocolate milk too?”

“Sure thing darlin’.” He dropped all the mess in the trashcan and then grabbed a sponge to finish wiping up the floor.

“I love you Reggie Wilson.” She called back at him as she waddled down the hall.

She heard him running up behind her before she could even turn around. He kissed her quickly on the cheek. “And I love you Carrie Wilson.” And then he was gone back down the hall and she heard the front door open and close before she was even through their bedroom door.

Carrie sighed as she finally sat down on the bed scooting herself back till her feet were up and she was as comfortable as she was going to get.

“You are going to be one lucky little girl with a daddy like that.” She said patting her belly and closing her eyes. She’d just take a little nap till he got back. Reggie wasn’t wrong.

It was hard work making a human.

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #sweet tarts #reggie x carrie #i keep fussing with this so it's time to just let it go #busy day ahead so I might not get to any more asks till tomorrow #ficlet #my writting

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jmrothwell · 1 year

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❀ gardenia (secret love) — “i don’t love you any less just because no one else can see it.” for Sweet Tarts?

The day Carrie woke up to discover she now had a face had been one of the worst days of her young life.

The former Queen had died, and everyone knew the role could not be left unfilled. The cards had been dealt and fate could be cruel. Carrie simply had the misfortune of being dealt a hand she did not want but had no power to refuse.

Though it did not stop her from initially trying, running away into the woods determined to not be found. It didn’t last long and she was soon found by the one person she most wanted and feared to see. Of course he would be the one to find her, he had been the one to show her most of her hiding spots after all.

The dear boy from next door who she spent much of her spare time with.

He had been the one to talk her into accepting her new role. In spite of how much grief it caused the both of them. They both knew things would only get worse for her if she pushed her luck too far.

Reluctantly Carrie agreed, vowing to never forget her friend.

As the years passed however, those without roles blended together more and more in Carrie’s mind, becoming indiscernible in ways that she never experienced before. In ways that made her truly understand why they were–she used to be—called faceless.

The dichotomy forced in such an unpleasant way much like the rest of the rules.

Rules upon rules upon rules, nonsensical commands that barely kept the violent chaos in under any semblance of order. They all knew them, they all lived them, they rarely changed.

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Carrie eyed the dark haired young man sitting across from her at the large table usually reserved for tea. (Not that they weren’t having tea, but that wasn’t the priority of this gathering). His spring green eyes danced with mirth as he surveyed the chamber around him, fingers mindlessly rhythmically tapping on the table.

His face was distracting. He kept flexing and shifting his thick dark eyebrows. Wrinkling up his freckled upturned nose and pouty lips. Almost like he was exploring the movements for the first time.

Which was entirely possible since it was a new face.

It had been centuries since a new role had been created. Not since the Amusement Park had randomly appeared during one of the moves to Heart. But even then no one had batted an eye at that, it made the same amount of sense as everything else for a new territory to randomly materialize. Just another part of the game they all pretended they had any control over.

This situation was entirely unheard of, and should not have happened.

One of the faceless had managed the impossible and successfully created a role for himself, face and all.

Supposedly built himself up as some prolific crime lord. Rumors spread of his and his underlings brutality their ruthlessness. This man did not fit any of it.

“How have you achieved this?” Carrie’s voice sharp with barely contained anger echoed across the chamber. Honestly, who would actively seek out a role? And of course it had fallen on her to lead the charge interrogating this imbecile. They were currently in Clover and Nightmare was of no use, sickly worm that he was. “We demand an answer.”

“Ah, well.” The man frowned at her, turning his pout to his nails as he casually inspected them. He soon recovered with a blindingly bright crooked grin and impertinent wink, a gesture he seemed particularly fond of now that he could wink.

“We–” he gestured to his own chest and Carrie scoffed at the clear jab towards her. As if she had actively made the choice to speak like that. “–had a promise to keep.”

Those jade eyes of his bore into her with his words and Carrie barely managed to hold back her gasp. Thankfully she was quick to recover from her shock, donning her haughty aggressive mask once more.

Not quick enough for the man in front of her to not notice. The corner of his mouth twitched and eyebrow quirked up. A move that easily could be seen as general amusement by the others in the room. Perhaps that truly was all it was. Carrie had no reason to hope otherwise.

“We find your hat most unpleasant.” Carrie said, leaning into her irritation. He grimaced, wrinkling his nose in distaste as he adjusted the dark ill fitting top hat muttering something about not his idea. She had no remorse for the woes he had brought upon himself. “Remove it or we shall have it removed for you along with the rest of your head.”

The man blanched. How would he ever survive the grim reality of what it meant to be a role holder if he reacted so violently to an empty threat.

Nightmare merely groaned. Of course Nightmare heard the emptiness of her threat, either that or he was listening inside her head again. His minute flinch told her that he in fact was.

“Perhaps, your highness, should learn more about her new rival before ordering his execution?” Nightmare attempted to shift her attention away from himself.

Rival? Of course his role was that of another rival because that’s what all the roles were, well most of them anyway. Endlessly trapped in territory disputes none of them could ever win. Forced to continue to fight and attack each other.

Carrie guffawed, Nightmare remained unphased by her shift in mood, while the other man looked at her quizzically. She was growing tired of this meeting Nightmare insisted on and decided to play along for the sake of ending it sooner. “Very well. Do not keep us waiting, who are you?”

The man went back to studying her, a distinctly sad edge to his gaze. If he did not remove it soon her threats would be far less empty. She did not need anyone looking at her that way.

“Re-Reggie, you can call me Reggie.” He said, face clearly torn between emotions, though he did his best to hide them all behind a tight smile.

Her internal clockworks stuttered in spite of herself. Her mind reeled back to another time, another boy, another meeting. The same name stammered in greeting, a promise made between naive childhood friends.

‘Someday we’ll meet again.’ He had vowed with a faded watery smile.

Was she to believe this was the same boy? They both knew reuniting would be near impossible after she received her role but how was this any better? Why would he do this to himself when he had so much more choice before?

Her chair loudly scraped beneath her as she sharply stood. Reggie averted his eyes, shrinking under her fiery gaze. How would he survive if he couldn’t even handle this small of an outburst?

Nightmare cleared his throat, possibly attempting to signal for her to control her thoughts. But how could she when she was staring at a face she never even knew to miss?

“We tire of this.” She declared with a dismissive wave of her hand quickly making her exit. “Leave or lose your heads.”

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Time ticked on, the cycles and worlds shifted to accommodate Reggie and his new domain. Three more roles were created under him, equally rumored to be as unhinged and cruel as Reggie supposedly was. And much like Reggie when Carrie inevitably met them it was near impossible to believe they were the men that were meant to fill the rumors. At every Assembly, Ball, and Meeting all she ever saw was a pack of jesters who were testing their luck and dancing far too closely with death. Not that she had much room left to judge there.

Once again they were back in Heart and she was doing her best to maintain a pleasant countenance as she made the rounds of another Ball. Accompanied by her Prime Minister Nicholas greeting their guests, occasionally gracing one of the more prominent faceless with a dance. While she did struggle maintaining her temper, holding these Balls was one of the few duties of her role that she actually thoroughly enjoyed.

“Greetings, my sweet and sour Queen.” Reggie’s voice chirped from behind her after Nicholas had gone to fetch her something to drink. She barely held back her groan at the new nickname Reggie was testing, pushing it with the possessive.

“Reginald.” She greeted curtly, turning around in time to catch his scowl. His black tuxedo contrasted nicely with the red of her dress and decorations throughout the hall. She adjusted her skirts and as quietly as she could muttered. “Do remember, walls have ears.”

He hummed deep in the back of his throat, the contemplative sound would sound like an annoyed growl to anyone who didn’t know any better. “I feel I should be offended.”

“How is that?”

“Here I am a guest at another one of your ostentatious balls and I have yet to be offered a dance.”

Carrie scoffed, of course he’d continue to press his luck despite her warning. “We did not recognize you without that ridiculous headpiece of yours.”

“Unfortunately,” Reggie sounded anything but displeased, “tonight’s dress code meant I had to leave my beloved hat behind.”

“Shame. We so looked forward to burning it.”

Reggie snorted, and she had to look away to prevent her own smile. These verbal sparring matches between her and Reggie were some of her favorite dances.

Nicholas rejoined her then, glaring at Reggie so hard that the man decided to take his leave with the smallest of bows. After which she declared she tired of all the dancing and opted to sit instead, watching Reggie as subtly as she was able, reminiscing of their last private rendez-vous.

Months and months and months ago, he had stumbled upon her in the enormous maze of rose bushes that made up the bulk of her gardens. One of the few spots of isolation she was able to find on the Palace grounds.

It made a twisted sort of sense Reggie was still so easily capable of finding her. She should have sent him away, she should have unleashed her temper. Followed the rules of her role

She asked him to stay, and relished sharing a moment of peace with someone.

It was risky and she knew it, but she could not stop herself.

Then she let it continue. Happily spending time with him again. Willing to risk everything for every single secret smile, every stolen hug and kiss.

“I only wish I didn’t have to hide you.” She had lamented when last they met.

His smile was sad as he held her in his arms, his warm hand gently caressing her cheek. He leaned forward pressing his forehead to hers, “You know, I don’t love you any less just because no one else can see it, right?”

“I know.” She said nuzzling closer to him, wishing this was how they could be all the time.

((Sort of based in/inspired by Alice in the Country of Clover/Hearts which is it’s own unique brand of dystopia.))

#julie and the phantoms #prompt fill #Sweet Tarts #reggie x carrie #this got kind of long

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