Kathryn Hahn Character OneShots

Lose Control | Agatha Harkness x Reader

Request: Hi, could you write something with more submissive Agatha? Not like sexually as I know you don't write that, but maybe needing the reader to take control of some aspects of her life and take care of her because she feels like there's so much pressure on her and doesn't want to be in control of everything? Thank you!

Agatha was exhausted. 

One thing that Agatha was taught, is that she must be able to take care of herself. She should never rely on others, because that would make her weak and easily breakable.

She met you a few months ago after you moved in next door. You were much younger than her, and you claimed to have moved to New Jersey for new life experiences and opportunities.

The house next door was never lived in long term. It felt as in every month Agatha saw a moving truck, taking away furniture, then a couple days later it was bringing new boxes. One unbearable family with obnoxious children after the other.

When she saw you walking in with your suitcase, she was expecting a husband, or maybe a child to follow behind, but when one week passed and she saw that no other people appeared, she was intrigued. Your house was practically identical to hers, meaning there were three bedrooms. Why would you want all that space? She was nosy.

It started when you heard a sudden knock on your door one afternoon, disrupting you from the  shelf you were dusting. You sighed and stood up, looking through the peephole to see some random woman holding a plate.

You opened the door, looking at her expectantly, "Hello?"

"Hello dear, I'm Agatha, I just wanted to welcome you to the neighborhood." She smiled, handing out a plate of cookies.

You smirked, a week late? You raised an eyebrow, taking the plate from her, "Thank you. Would you like to come in?" You offered, and Agatha nodded.

"Absolutely!"

So that is how your weakly routine started. At least once a week, Agatha would come round to yours, or you would go next door, have dinner with a glass of wine and maybe watch a movie. It was fun, considering that you hadn't really met any people. You went to work in the mornings, and usually spent your evenings at home.

Friday night, Agatha had invited you over. She had cooked a wonderful risotto which must've taken her hours to make, served with a glass of red wine.

"This is delicious Agatha, thank you, you didn't have to do this." You smiled, taking another mouthful of food.

"It's no problem at all dear, my pleasure."

The rest of the meal was pleasant. You and Agatha exchanged short conversations up until she collected your empty plates and put them in the dishwasher. She insisted she needed no help cleaning up, so you waited for her in the living room.

It only took her a few minutes for her to join you on the couch, taking the remote and looking through Netflix for something to watch with you. You looked over at her, and noticed an unusual tiredness in her eyes.

"Are you feeling okay?"

Agatha turned to you, confusion elicited on her face, "Yeah, why?"

"I don't know, you seem tired." You shrugged, your gaze unmoving. 

She chuckled, then paused again, "I mean, I'm a little tired sure, but so is everyone else on the planet." 

Your brows furrowed, shaking your head, "What's going on?"

Agatha went to brush you off again, but her eyes locked on yours. "I just- I'm burnt out. I feel like there's not enough time in my day to do things." She sighed, "Sometimes it feels like my life is slowly falling apart. Almost as if I'm falling into some kind of spiral with no end."