Gladdy Daddy X Reader

Chapter one

the TV splutters to life. Her angelic voice rings out across the room, dancing across the light waves of the midday sun. 11 am. COVID update. today she wore her bright red jacket, adorned with a little yellow sticker. The steam of my coffee catches onto my glasses, fogging up my vision. I slam my glasses down onto the coffee table, squinting at the TV. she states the number of cases today, then the deaths and so on, then she reminds us of the rules that no one is listening to. and nor will I. I was actually going to meet up with her later that night. her and all of our friends. we are the bad bitches in town. 

                                                                                    ~that night ~

the whole gang was together in our special meeting spot. we tipped off the police so that they wouldn't arrest us or fine us for breaking every single COVID rule that Gladdy had just preached. I sat across the circle from her, glaring at her. the darkness crept in around us until 11 pm hit, and we all lit our candles. my singular white candle sat in front of me, the little red flame flickering against the cold wind. I pulled my dark cloak around my shoulders, nudging y/f/n (your friend's name). they smile at me, then pour the hot wax on my thigh, keeping their toothy grin the whole time. we go around the circle, pouring the wax of our melted candles onto the person on our right's thighs until the circle is complete. Then y/b/f/n (your best friend's name) stands suddenly, their cloak falling down to their ankles, the soft black fabric rippling around their body in the nighttime wind. 

"We should all go on a trip together," they announce, a grin widely spread across their face, illuminated yellow by the candle cradled in their arms. They glance quickly over to Gladdy, before looking away, blush creeping up along their skin. my smile drops. Gladdy looks away, embarrassed. what was going on? why hadn't I noticed before? I dig my nails into the side of my candle, the wax getting stuck under my nails painfully. 

"that's risky if the public finds out"

"they won't Gladys." y/b/f/n promises, not looking at her. how could y/b/f/n not tell me. we were close. they should have told me. and to be doing something with someone in the group was unheard of. 

"I agree, we should," I said. hopefully, this little trip would reveal whatever y/b/f/n is hiding. 

"Perfect! I can book the hotel, we will go somewhere fun, it will be a surprise." we make eye contact, I narrow my eyes at them, trying to hint to them that I know something is up with them and Gladdy. but they just stare blankly back at me, not understanding what my look meant. we arrange to meet again the next night, scraping the dried wax off of our thighs to close the meeting and then setting off to our own homes. 

suddenly I'm shoved against a tree, my cloak swirling around me, a second black cloak momentarily blocking out the light. a rough hand pushing against my neck. 

"you're up to something. you and y/b/f/n are up to something."

"w-w-w-w-w-w-w-w-what???" Its Gladys!! her face is so close to mine, she smells like a rose garden mixed with the scent of stale alcohol. I wriggle away, trying to get my airways to open up a bit more beneath the clutch of her hand. this was certainly not social distancing. 

"you are both trying to get me in trouble with the press" 

"w-w-w-why would i-i-i do t-that" my boiling anger seethes through my skin, my muscles tightening. my foot connects with her chest and I kick her back as hard as I can. she shoves herself up again, growling, baring her teeth like an animal. 

"I could lose my job"

"I doubt y/b/f/n would do that to you on purpose"

"y/b/f/n wouldnt-"

I leave before she can continue. my anger was too much to handle. I know the two are up to something. I could see it in her eyes when I said y/b/f/n. so why was I so upset.