#Mary's just been sat watching something the entire time

[petitemistletoe]

She-Wolf

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader, Sirius Black x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader, Wolfstar x Reader

Warnings: smut, angst

Word Count: 4K+

A/N: She-Wolf by Shakira is such a Marauders song thank you Shakira for your contributions to society

S.O.S. she's in disguise

S.O.S. she's in disguise

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

“Alright James?” Remus asked as he set his books down on his bed, Sirius and Peter trailing in behind him. 

“Yeah, Prongs, what the hell are you doing?” Sirius asked, flopping down on his bed and watching James throw away a cluster of chocolate frog wrappers. 

“I’m cleaning after you animals.” James rolled his eyes playfully. 

“Why?” Peter asked. 

“My cousin is coming to visit and I got permission for her to stay here.” James held up a set of a dirty robes that had been hidden under Peter’s bed and gagged. 

“Your cousin? I thought she was up in the Pyrenees at Beauxbatons.” Remus bent down to help James pick up discarded candy bean packages. 

“Is she still a foul little bitch?” Peter said, flopping onto his bed and scowling.

“Whoa Wormy! Didn’t know you even knew that word!” Sirius laughed. 

“Don’t tell me you’re still upset with her for your little quidditch incident when we were seven.” James laughed.

“She hit me with her broomstick and broke my nose.” Peter sulked. 

“That was years ago, Peter. Beauxbatons has a holiday for some French event and I got Dumbledore’s permission to stay. I need everyone to be on their best behavior because she’s going to meet Evans for the first time.” 

“I will not be nice to her.” Peter crossed his arms.

“Yes, you will.” James’ words were clipped. Sirius was going to fire off some other ugly compliment when there was a knock at the dorm door. 

“Professor Dumbledore,” James took a step back from the door. 

“Hello gentlemen. James, your cousin’s chariot has landed by the black lake. She’s in the great hall now, waiting for you.” Dumbledore smiled. James, Remus, and Sirius bounded down the stairs while Peter sulked upstairs.

Remus was absolutely knocked back when he saw you. Sure, you were absolutely gorgeous but there was something about you, something he couldn’t quite name that had him enraptured by you. 

You were seated at the Gryffindor table in the great hall, talking to Mary. You hand was light on Mary’s arm, your head thrown back in laughter at something Mary had said. 

“Potter! You didn’t tell me your cousin was so hilarious.” Mary grinned as the boys sat down next to you. 

“It’s so good to see you, James.” You gave your cousin a tight hug before looking at the two boys seated next to him. “I imagine you must be Sirius and Remus. James never shuts up about you.”

A domesticated girl that's all you ask of me

Darling, it is no joke, this is lycanthropy

The moon's awake now, with eyes wide open

My body's craving, so feed the hungry

“Guilty as charged.” Sirius winked.

“Where’s Peter?” You asked. 

“He’s still cross with you about the broomstick.” James rolled his eyes.

“Oh my God that was like ten years ago.” You laughed and rolled your own eyes. 

“So how long will you be staying with us?” Sirius asked. 

“The whole weekend!”

“That long?” James looked alarmed. He had told the boys that you were only staying for the night.

“Is that alright?” You cocked your head. 

“Of course, of course. Moony, Pads, can I talk to you for a second?” James stood from the table and gestured for the boys to follow until they were out of earshot of the table. 

“So she’s staying for a week?” Sirius glared at James. 

“I didn’t know! What are we going to do?” James moaned. 

I've been devoting myself to you Monday to Monday and Friday to Friday

Not getting enough retribution or decent incentives to keep me at it

I'm starting to feel just a little abused like a coffee machine in an office, ah

So I'm gonna go somewhere cosy to get me a lover and tell you about it

“Do about what?” Peter asked, joining the group. 

“James’ cousin is staying for the entire weekend.” Remus sighed. 

“What about the moon on Saturday?” Peter asked. 

“Yeah, that’s the problem Pete.” Sirius rubbed his temples

“I knew there was nothing good that could happen with that girl around.” Peter shook his head and made his way back over to the table.

“Alright Peter?” You grinned up at the boy. 

“Potter.” He glared down at you. 

“Don’t tell me your still upset about the broom!”

“It’s all he’s talked about for the past two weeks.” Mary said with an eyeroll. “You’re coming to the Three Broomsticks tonight, right?”

“Am I?” You looked up at James. 

“Yeah! We’ll do dinner here and then drinks at the pub and you can meet Lily. I think you’ll love her.” James smiled. 

There's a she wolf in the closet

Open up and set it free

There's a she wolf in your closet

Let it out so it can breathe

“Excellent! When’s dinner I’m starving?” You asked. 

“About an hour. I think James and I are going to do a quick spin on the pitch if you’d like to join. I’m sure Wormy would love it.” Sirius grinned at the thought of you being around Peter again with a broom. 

“I appreciate the offer but I actually was wondering if you could point me in the direction of Madame Pomfrey’s office.”

“What do you need to see Madame Pomfrey for?” James was immediately concerned, his hand going to your forehead to check your temperature. 

“I’m fine,” you laughed, “I’ve been wanting to explore the world of healing after I graduate and I hear that Poppy Pomfrey is one of the best medi-witches in the UK.” You explained. 

“I can walk you down,” Remus said, getting up and extending his hand to help you up. 

“See you all at dinner!” You waved to the group and walked down to the hospital wing with Remus. 

Remus left you in the hospital wing and made his way back up to the dorms, expecting to find it completely empty. He was surprised to see Sirius lounging on Remus’ bed, playing with a snitch. 

Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey

It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way

Nocturnal creatures are not so prudent

The moon's my teacher, and I'm her student

“What are you doing up here?” Remus asked, sitting down hard on the bed and sighing. His body was sore, the way it always was in the days leading up to the moon. 

“Peter threw another hissy fit so James is calming him down. I didn’t want to hear him moan anymore so I thought I’d come here and hear you moan.” Sirius smirked, grabbing Remus by the back of the neck and kissing him hard. Remus chuckled and reciprocated, his teeth clashing against Sirius’ as he pulled off his shirt. Remus could feel Sirius growing hard beneath him and he chuckled, 

“You’re so needy for me.” Remus grinned. Sirius moaned into Remus’ open mouth and whispered, 

“You’re always so hot near the moon.” Sirius flipped Remus over so Sirius was on top and started to kiss down Remus’ jaw, then his chest, then down his stomach towards his cock. Sirius took Remus into his mouth and relaxed his mouth, trying to take in as much of Remus as he could. Remus knotted his fingers in Sirius’ dark hair and moaned, 

“Fuck yeah, Black. God that feels so good.”

Sirius moaned around Remus’ cock, taking out his own cock and jerking it as he sucked Remus off. Remus knew the moon heightened his emotions and impulses but he felt like his skin was on fire. It felt like every nerve ending was exposed and as he came he released a strangled, 

“Oh Potter.”

Sirius jerked his head back, his mouth still full of Remus’ cum and quirked an eyebrow at him. Sirius swallowed harshly and said, 

“You just killed my hard-on.”

To locate the single man I got on me a special radar

And the fire department hot line in case I get in trouble later

Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys I just want to enjoy

By having a very good time and behave very bad in the arms of a boy

“I-” Remus was bright red and trying to make sense of what had just happened. 

“You don’t have a crush on James, do you?” Sirius joked. 

“No, no, not James…”

“It’s his cousin! I knew it! You’ve been acting weird ever since she got here.” Sirius was a little annoyed now, “I thought you were gay, you big liar.”

“I am! I don’t know what it is about her…something I can’t quite explain. Hopefully it’s all just related the moon.” Remus shook his head. 

“Maybe you should fuck her,” Sirius shrugged. 

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah. Get it out of your system. We could have a little threesome!” Sirius laughed. 

“With James’ cousin? He would murder us in cold blood.” Remus shook his head. 

You were making your way back up from the hospital wing when a girl started walking in stride with you. 

“Can I help you?” You asked her. James had warned you extensively of steering clear of the Slytherins and this girl wasn’t wearing her house tie so you were a bit concerned. 

“Sorry! I’m Lily, James’ girlfriend. You’re his cousin, aren’t you?” She stopped and stretched out her hand. 

“Oh hi! How did you know I was James’ cousin?” You asked, shaking her hand and resuming your walk.

“He’s talked about you for two weeks straight, I think I could’ve drawn you from memory. Also your powder blue Beauxbatons uniform makes you stick out like a sore thumb.” Lily giggled.

“Oh,” you released a laugh yourself, “I guess you’re right.” You fiddled with the sleeve of your uniform as you walked with Lily to the great hall. 

There's a she wolf in the closet

Open up and set it free

There's a she wolf in your closet

Let it out so it can breathe

It was far more alive than it had been just an hour ago when you had arrived. The four large tables were packed, each one was practically overflowing with students who were talking loudly and over each other. You expected a clear divide between each house, after James’ comments about Slytherin but it seemed like there was a fair amount of intermingling. The Slytherins generally kept to themselves but other than that you saw people of all tie colors sitting together, chatting, eating, joking around. You saw Mary sitting in the lap of a boy with a yellow tie at a table that was not Gryffindor’s. You couldn’t help but stare at the Slytherin table as you walked towards the Gryffindor table. There was a boy at the table that was staring daggers at you. He had impossibly pale skin, a large hooked nose, and long dark hair that seemed overdue for a wash. He was seated next to a boy who bore a striking resemblance to Sirius and you seemed to remember your Aunt Effie mentioning something about taking in Sirius after a fall-out with his family. He was a Black, if you remembered correctly, and even though tensions about blood status were not as high in France as they were in the UK, you were well aware of the Black legacy. Perhaps this boy was Sirius’ brother. Regardless, he wasn’t the one staring at you-that was the greasy haired boy. 

Lily had something to you that you hadn’t processed and she followed your gaze to the boy. To your surprise, her face split into a grin and she waved at the boy who only blushed red and dropped his head. 

“That’s Severus. He’s…an old friend of mine. James doesn’t like that we’re friends. I’m sure he’s told you all about how awful and foul the Slytherins are.” Lily’s voice and an edge to it. 

“He has,” you nodded, “but James has always been very passionate about what he believes in.”

“That’s an understatement,” Lily nodded as you sat. You two were the first of the group to sit at the table and you relished the few moments of quiet where you could talk with Lily uninterrupted. 

“I’m not going to say anything bad about James,” you said, diplomatically, “but I have no business in writing people off before I can make my own sound judgement about them.”

“Oh,” Lily seemed to have been released of an intense weight on her shoulders, “I’m so glad to hear that. It’s rich coming from James, too, considering that Remus-” Lily’s eyes went wide and she immediately sucked in a deep breath. 

“Remus has all those scars, right? Must make him a target for bullies.” You supplied. 

“Yes, yes exactly.” Lily said gratefully. Before she could say anything else, Sirius and Remus waltzed into the hall, followed closely by James and Peter.

“Look at that! My two best girls are already acquainted!” James shoved his way between you and Lily and wrapped his arms around you both. 

“Oh God,” you gagged, wiggling out of James’ grasp and covering your nose with your hand.

“James you smell disgusting!” Lily also scooted away from James and gave him a playfully disgusted look. 

“I was on the pitch!” James said with mock shock, “Don’t act like you don’t love it Evans!” He practically tackled Lily, peppering with kisses as she pretended to retch. 

“Are they always that lovey-dovey?” You asked Sirius, who sitting across from you.

“Unbearably so.” Sirius rolled his eyes. 

“So how was your talk with Madame Pomfrey?” Remus asked. It seemed like every time you turned your head Remus was staring at you with his deep, inquisitive eyes. 

“Great! She shared a lot of great resources about healing.” You nodded and took a bite of your food. The blonde girl at the table, Marlene, whipped her head around.

“Are you interesting in healing?” She asked excitedly. 

“Uh, yes. I was thinking about pursuing it after I graduate.” You replied cautiously. 

“So will I! I’d love to pick your brain about it.” Marlene had a wide grin on her face. 

“Absolutely,” you said with mock confidence, “another time though. I’m here to spend time with my cousin, if he can bear detaching himself from his girlfriend for a moment.” 

The table came alive with that, everyone laughing and hollering as James and Lily broke apart both red faced and sheepish. James was informing you of the evening’s itinerary when you felt a foot trace its way up your leg. Not too far up or anything, but it was definitely there and it definitely belonged to one Sirius Black. He was looking at you with a smirk as his fingers danced around the rim of his goblet. It took an active effort for you to tear yourself away from his gaze and pay attention to what James was saying. 

“Hold on a second,” you held your hand up and looked at James in astonishment, “you want to hit the pitch tomorrow at seven in the morning after getting pissed tonight? Are you insane?” 

“I’m giving you an extra hour of sleep!” James was wearing a face of true astonishment at your protests. 

“Didn’t you know that James Potter has never ever been hungover in his life.” Peter said with a head shake.

“He’s absolutely insufferable after a night of drinking.” Sirius chuckled. His foot was still tracing up and down your leg. 

“Oh I bet he is.” You chuckled but your eyes never left Sirius’. 

“Where will you be sleeping?” Marlene asked. It seemed like dinner was finally coming to a close and you are were all just sipping at your goblets. 

“The boys’ dorm. I think Dumbledore was kind enough to set up an extra cot but we always used to sleep in the same bed when were little.” James pinched your cheek. 

“If you’re going to be insane about Quidditch tomorrow though I’m not sure I want to share a bed with you.” You chuckled. 

“You could always take Moony’s bed, he spends most his nights in Sirius’ bed anyway.” Peter shrugged. Someone breathed in sharply and everyone’s heads shot towards Peter like he’d said something out of turn. James’ gaze was stony, which was odd, you hadn’t known that your cousin had had a mean bone in his body. But here he was, glaring down his oldest friend. 

“You’re together?” You asked, looking between Remus and Sirius. 

“Yes,” Sirius said. James looked like he was ready to launch into a speech but you only shrugged and said, 

“You make a cute couple.”

There was a collective sigh as it seemed that the group was able to drop their guard again. You wondering how many people knew about Sirius and Remus’ relationship. You also found Sirius’ game of footsy all the more confusing. 

You had been a bit suspicious of the Gryffindors when you heard that James wasn’t prone to hangovers. You had assumed that the Gryffindors probably all passed around a bottle of spiked butterbeer and went to sleep a little warm and giggly. You were not expecting the rounds of shots, the drinking games, the chugging contests, the Weed. You were drunk out of your mind. Sirius was playing footsy with you again, being less subtle this time about the way he stared and ogled you. But everyone else was drunk too. Remus was staring, that was nothing new, but you figured maybe he was mad at you for capturing the attention of his boyfriend. But you could’ve sworn you had Remus’ attention first. 

“I’m gonna get another round.” Remus slurred, standing on shaky legs and walking over the bar. 

“I’ll go help,” Sirius followed Remus, slapping his ass hard as he made his way to the bar with his boyfriend. 

“Cheers Moony!” James laughed. His glasses were lopsided on his head and his jaw was covered in red lipstick kiss marks. Lily was perched comfortably on his lap and was resting her head in the crook of his neck. Marlene, Mary, and Peter had tapped out and returned about an hour before with their respective partners, no doubt trying to find unoccupied areas of the castle for a liquor-fueled hookup. 

“James I gotta question for you,” you giggled, knocking over an empty bottle of firewhiskey. 

“Anything for you, love,” James sent a wide grin your way. 

“Why do’ya call Remus Moony?”

“It’s actually a very interesting story,” James took his glasses off and pointed them your way but Lily slapped her hand over James’ mouth.

“I think you’ve had much too much to drink, James.” She said with a panicked laugh. Remus and Sirius returned with the tray of shots and you turned to the boys, 

“Remus, why does everyone call you Moony?” You asked him directly. 

“Just a nickname.” Sirius was casual, relaxed. An odd change from Lily. 

“Mooooony.” You crooned the entire way back to the dorms. “I like that. It has good mouth feel, you know.” You giggled at the sound of your own voice. James was brushing his teeth now, Lily had returned to her dorm and you were laying in James’ bed, just a blink away from falling asleep. 

S.O.S. she's in disguise

S.O.S. she's in disguise

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

“I quite like when you say my name,” Remus said, quickly and smoothly in your ear. His voice sent shivers down your spine. And then, you would tell yourself in the morning that you imagined it because you were so drunk, but you could have sworn that Remus licked up the side of your neck. 

When you woke up the next morning, your brain was pulsating inside your skull. You heard someone retching in the bathroom and you turned and found the bed empty. You tried to remember if James had even returned the night before or if you had left him in the pub when he sauntered back in, sweaty from a few rounds at the pitch. 

“There’s no way you aren’t hungover.” You groaned, turning over onto your stomach and wrapping your pillow over your ears. 

“Why don’t we get some breakfast? You’ll feel better.” James teased gently, trying to pull the covers off you. 

“Shut the fuck up James!” Remus snapped from behind his curtain. 

“Alright Moony, don’t yell just because it’s your time of the month. I have a bad enough headache as it is.” Peter was rubbing his temples as he exited the bathroom. He must’ve been the one vomiting earlier.

“Time of the month?” You asked. 

“Breakfast time!” James said suddenly, clapping his hands around your head. 

“Go away!” You groaned again, burying your head in your pillow until you were able to fall asleep again. When you woke up it was just you and Remus in the dorm. You dressed quietly as Remus explained that you two had slept through breakfast but you would be able to make lunch. Sirius and Peter had left just a few minutes before and James had already showered and finished an essay and was now waiting for you downstairs. You two made your way together down to the great hall where you wrapped your hands around a cup of coffee and nibbled at a piece of dry toast. Remus had loaded up his plate with a variety of lunch foods and you were staring at him in astonishment. Other than Remus, James was the only one with a normal appetite. 

“How are you not hungover?” You were flabbergasted, shaking your head at James. 

“You inherited Aunt Camille’s Veela status, I got her ability to avoid hangovers.” James shrugged. 

“So! I was thinking that you could spend the night in the girls’ dorm tonight. We’ll have a little sleepover.” Lily said with a grin. 

“Oh I’d love that but I actually want to spend more time with Jamesie here.” You smiled. Lily shot James a panicked expression that you weren’t able to fully understand. Remus leaned over and looked at the boys, sharing a knowing look that meant they all needed to talk. Luckily for the boys, you and Marlene were going to head to the library which meant the boys had free reign over the dorm for the foreseeable future. 

“Maybe it’s not a good idea for you all to come with me to the shack. We can’t risk your cousin finding anything out.” Remus sighed. 

“No! Moony we’ll figure it out, don’t worry. We can give her a strong sleeping draught tonight and sneak out after.” James reassured Remus. 

Remus was even more on edge than usual. Having you nearby and the approaching moon had his skin on fire and he just wanted to get the moon over and done with. Luckily for everyone, you had decided that your hangover was still plaguing you so you decided to spend the night in the hospital wing. 

S.O.S. she's in disguise

S.O.S. she's in disguise

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

The moon had been incredible. More than that. Remus had never felt so amazing and free. He was surprised, however, that he wasn’t back in the shack when he came to. He was shaking when he saw Sirius, James, and Peter staring over him concern written all over their faces. 

“What’s wrong?” Remus asked. 

“There was another wolf. You couldn’t keep away from each other. We have no idea where she came from.” Sirius was wringing his hands. They helped Remus up and were starting to head back to the shack when they saw someone stumble out of the woods and collapse at the edge of the clearing. 

“That must be the other wolf.” James said. The boys all ran, with Sirius supporting Remus still, over to the collapsed figure. 

“Oh my God.” Peter gasped. 

“There’s a she-wolf in disguise.” Sirius looked up at James, who could only stare down at your unconscious body below them. 

There's a she wolf in your closet

Let it out so it can breathe

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[br7ght]

Top Material Lucy Bronze

summary: You're convinced you're the only person that can make Lucy Bronze squirm, and while no one believes you, you're determined to prove it

warnings: dom!lucy, dom!reader, slight alcohol consumption but no one is actually drunk I promise (I know because I wrote it), fight for dominance.

pairing: lucy bronze x reader

word count: 2000 (part 1)

Build up to part 2 coming soon!

Lucy was flirting with everyone, apart from you. At first you presumed that you just weren’t her type, but now it was growing unusually suspicious. The entire team had started out drinking, but now it was only the strongest drinkers left, everyone else leaving to go back to their hotel, stumbling back together knowing they wouldn’t make it up for training tomorrow. You were sat silently at the table, legs crossed, sheer black tights rubbing against each other as you took the straw into your mouth, sucking up your mojito like it wasn’t filled with alcohol.

You were looking around the table, observing at how everyone was all over each other from laughing too hard, the alcohol controlling their movements, clearly beginning to get to their heads. This was everyone apart from Lucy, you’d barely see her drink, she liked to keep a clear head, always being the one to look after everyone else.

Mary was definitely the next to go, you thought to yourself. You were watching her sway against her drink, barely able to keep herself up, slumping against Millie, her eyes fluttering, and you could tell she was trying desperately to not fall asleep in mid conversation. Millie was barely paying any attention, throwing her head back laughing with Rachel who had said something stupid as she was caught up in their own tipsiness.

“Maz you alright babe?” You ask, nudging her with your shoulder. Her head immediately falls against your neck, and you wrap your arm around her, supporting her against your body. “Come on I think it’s time I take you to bed.”

“Woah, bit full on young’un, she’s wifed up remember.” Beth giggled, your cheeks flushing red as the rest of the girls instantly stopped their own conversations and turned to look at you. You were the youngest of the group which meant you usually found yourself at the centre of their jokes, which you didn’t mind of course, the girls liking to take their age as a reason to tease you.

“Oh, shut up Beth, she obviously didn’t mean it like that.” Leah said and the group fell silent and you were instantly tricked into believing that one of them was actually standing up for you. She was smiling at you and you felt yourself smile back and that was your first mistake. “We all know she couldn’t take anyone to bed, it’s gotta be the other way around, ain’t that right?” With that, they were all set off again, giggling at your presumed innocence.

“Ha ha, really funny you guys.” You rolled your eyes, your arm wrapping tighter around Mary as she joined in with the giggles inbetween her head dipping when her eyes fell shut and it looked like she was falling asleep between laughs.

“Come on, you know we’re only joking.” Rachel teased, giving you a light shove as you sat with your back against the booth, still supporting Mary’s weight against your body, giving up on holding herself up now. “But it is true babe, you’re don’t exactly give ‘I’m going to take you to bed’ energy.” She smirked at you, and you were convinced that your eyes were stuck in the back of your head from how much they were rolling tonight. You looked around at the table and noticed Lucy’s hand on Leah’s thigh, gripping lightly as they were sat back against their seats. You felt an instant rush of jealousy, a similar one to how you’d been feeling the rest of the night at watching Lucy flirt with every woman she came into contact with, but somehow her making advances on your teammate hurt a little bit more than the other strangers.

“What? And you lot do?” You teased back but failing and their assumptions were seemingly correct. It didn’t help that you were faced with the laughing faces of Leah, Beth, Millie and Lucy, the members of the team with the most top energy and you, sat in your tight black dress and silk tights were not exactly fitting the dominating vibe. You could feel your cheeks getting redder, your face burning up.

“Don’t kid yourself baby, it’s okay that you’re not quite top material just yet.” Lucy smirked, her eyebrow raised as she gripped harder on Leah’s thigh, the younger woman’s lips clasping around her drink at the movement. That’s the first thing she’d said to you and her patronising tone had made you determined to prove her wrong, but with Mary lulling against your side you knew that now wasn’t the right time.

“Come on, I think she’s right, I think it’s Mary’s bedtime now.” Millie said, lifting herself up off the seat and helping the drunken body off of your side, wrapping her arm around her shoulder and lifting her up onto her feet.

“I’ll help you, Mils.” Rachel chimed in, taking her other arm, and saying their goodbyes. Lucy and Leah were awfully close to each other now, whispering into each other’s faces as you just watched in silence. The jealously that seethed through your veins was confusing you, it wasn’t difficult to admit that Lucy was attractive, everybody knew and thought the same even if they didn’t admit it. God, even the straight members of the team could be turned by one seducing look from the older woman.

“Come on let’s dance before we follow suit,” Beth suggested, and the three of them all stood up, taking their drinks with them, Lucy’s hand around Leah’s waist and you felt that was your final straw. You got up with them but once they reached the dancefloor you couldn’t bear to watch the two of them dancing up against each other and while you knew you and Beth got along just fine, you didn’t fancy third wheeling with her as you watched Leah suggestively swaying her hips in front of Lucy.

You followed your feet, letting your body take control as you walked past the dancefloor and straight into the women’s bathroom. As soon as the breeze of the restroom hit your face you felt yourself able to breathe again, looking at your appearance in the mirror, frustrated both in how you’d reacted to the team's endless teasing, but also how you were feeling about watching Lucy with Leah. You knew you’d made an effort tonight, pinning up your hair in a messy bun, rubbing off your eyeliner over and over again until it was actually straight, and dressing in the hottest outfit you owned, but for what. It wasn’t until now that you understood why.

You wanted Lucy Bronze to notice you.

“You stupid idiot.” You say to yourself in the mirror, blinking your eyes hard to stop the tears from flowing against your make-up, if anything could go worse tonight it would be walking out of the bathroom with blotchy cheeks from where the tears had rubbed splotches of your face from your skin.

You heard footsteps from behind you, your head hung but immediately shaking your head and looking in the mirror to see who it was. The tall brunette was stood behind you, her eyes fixed on your ass before she noticed that you were looking right at her. Her eyes instantly met yours and you wiped your cheeks with your hands, turning your back against the mirror, leaning against the sink.

“You okay newbie?” Lucy asked, looking at your bloodshot eyes and stepping another foot closer in an attempt to comfort you. She’d been calling you newbie since you joined last year, your innocent look constantly reminding everyone that you were the newest recruit.

“What did you mean by what you said Luce?” You asked, the tears that were running down your face had stopped, and you felt the confidence that you needed around the table coming to you now when you were backed against the bathroom sink. “Not quite top material?”

She was smirking at you, not feeling an ounce of remorse for the humiliating comment that she’d made to you around the others, the same comment that had forced you into the bathroom in an attempt to escape the embarrassment of them talking openly about your seemingly submissive look. “I just mean that you look like you need to be taken cared of, not the other way around, nothing serious, nothing to get upset about.” It was genuine comfort now, but as the warmth of her body got closer to yours, her finger tucking the stray curl of hair behind your ear and your breath hitched. “See, you’re just easy to make nervous.”

She was right, you weren’t exactly showing off your best moves right now, but who would be, not when Lucy was right up against you, finally showing you the attention that you’d been craving all night. You knew that she must be used to making pretty girls weak at the knees, her mysterious, confident persona usually having this effect on people.

“What and you’re not?” You question, responding to her advances by gaining inches closer to her, while you were shorter you knew you could sway your hips in a way that she wouldn’t be able to focus properly on your face. You were instantly proven right, her eyes losing contact with your face, not even trying to hide the way she was following the curves of your body with her gaze.

“It’s not usually one of my biggest weaknesses.” She leered, trying to match your response, your bodies awfully close now but you knew that you could make sure she regretted everything she had said to embarrass you purposefully in front of everyone.

“I bet I can change that.” This tone of voice wasn’t exactly new to you but the fact that it was directed to the woman who you were desperate for changed the stakes of the bet you’d just made. She let out a uneasy laugh, you didn’t think it was supposed to come out that way, but it was attractive nonetheless. You found yourself looking up at her, but not in the way she was used to. You were looking at her like you were ready to pounce against her body rather than the other way around. She was failing to make you a nervous mess, failing to twirl you around her finger, this was all new to her.

“Don’t pretend to be something you’re not, you know you want me to take you here, right now.” This was all she had, you weren’t even thinking about the number of girls she’d used that on before, but you were more than determined to make her know that you were different than what she was expecting.

“I’m not pretending.” This was the first time your words had come across as you meant, taking your chance, and pressing your lips against hers. Your wave of confidence taking over your sentence, your lips breaking for a moment, your eyes both filled with lust as you took another glance at each other before you took the reins again, your lips slotting together perfectly. You swiped your tongue against her bottom lip and to your surprise she gave in, allowing access into her mouth. You took the opportunity, your tongue exploring hers, your hand finding its way to the back of her neck. You drew her face closer to yours and she gasped in response, not used to taking the passenger seat during a first move.

You harshly stroked your finger against the back of her neck, tangling your fingers in her hair and pulling slightly, maintaining your dominance but not without a fight. Her hands were gripping your waist, trying to move down to your ass that was tightly clothed within the black dress. You slapped her hand, batting it away from your curves. “Not so fast.” You whispered in her ear, your tongue trailing from her ear lobe all the way down to her collar bone, gently sucking against her skin before taking her face within your hands, forcing her to look down at you. She had your red lipstick smudged across her mouth and nothing was going to change that, not now you’d made it this far.

“Fuck you’re going to be difficult to pin down hm?” She questioned, her usual dominant and confident tone disappearing as it was your turn to smirk at her now, your hands being given full freedom to grip her back, not letting her inches away from yourself.

“You won’t be pinning me down, that’s not how this is going to go.” With that you collided your lips together again, taking her hand off of your back and dragging her into one of the available stalls.

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[henneseyhoe]

Milk Marie

Unique x BLACK!FEM!reader

WARNINGS: unprotected seggs(wrap before you tap!), dirty talk, after care, soft(ish)!Unique, pussy whipped!Unique, kinda short, das it(I think)

SUMMARY: Unique figures if he can’t get over her, he’ll get under her instead.

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Girl, I want everything that come with you. Even if you got stretch marks and even two children. I can’t blame you, girl.

It seemed like he always ended back up here. Right here. In this bed. With this woman. Wrapped up in her sheets with his hands touching all the parts only the luckiest of men got the pleasure of even seeing. He swore they were meant to be, and she almost thought so too. He treated her so well, like the beauty she was, and she couldn’t be more grateful.

They had known each other since the sandbox, his mother always offering to watch her while her mother was at work and since that first time they met, they were connected at the hip.

No matter if they fell out and swore to stop fuckin’ with each other, they always ended right back together. No matter how many times she attempted to leave, he’d just find her again.

He hoped by the last time she left he’d be too tired of her bullshit to follow after her, but he was more resilient than he thought, and withdrawals are a muthafucka. Now he knows how the people he serves feel.

That first taste he had of her? It was like a babies first lick of sugar, addiction waiting to happen. The first time he came was like floating in outer space with no destination or desire to be anywhere else. And as ironic as it was, she looked innocent on her knees for him.

Her mouth worked its way down on him until the tip of her nose touched his stomach and her eyes began to water, her throat capturing his entire length. With no problem, she bobbed her head up and down on him, her mouth so sloppy that spit escaped from her lips and trailed down to his balls, making him shudder.

She took her hand and began spreading the spit around his heavy sack, massaging as she felt him throb in her mouth, the taste of precum already being prevalent on her tongue. He occupies his hands and digs his fingers into the couch cushions, knowing that she would stop and he’d be fucked if he reached for her freshly done silk press that was wrapped in a silk scarf, secure for those rough times.

Flashes of white appeared behind his eyes like stars as that familiar pull in the bottom of his stomach appeared once again, a warm sense of feeling covering his body as he came down her throat for the first time in months since he found out where she had been hiding. Which just ended up being her childhood home in the city over.

It took unique all but a mere few seconds to recover before he was pulling her up from her knees and into his strong hold, giving her that kiss of death before he got to doing his own damage. As he stood from the couch with no care about the jeans and belt still around his thighs, their tongues danced together in sync. Unique could taste every bit of both of them on her tongue, but he was never one to fuss about kissing after head if it was with her. He welcomed it if anything.

Tossing her body onto the bed, he takes a second to admire how the room hadn’t changed one bit since she became an adult. A doll house sat in the corner with dolls still inside, a memory of the last time she had played with them. Teddy bears that had eventually fallen off the bed when she was sat. Pink walls with brown, white, and gold for the future. A color pallet reminding him of something else in particular.

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“Nique~” She moaned sweetly, her hands gripping the sheets underneath her as the man above her pushed his hips onto her ass, his piece sinking into her ever so slowly. The stretch was always the same, the thickness of him leaving a burning sensation at her entrance the more he pushed into her, but it only stayed for a few seconds as she adjusted to his size, which was nothing average.

The thrusts were sensual and loving until he leans up off of her and pulls out just a bit further than usual, giving her the room to pull her ass up in the air and put a perfect arch in her back. She began bouncing herself back onto him, gaining speed and momentum as he meets her ass with his hips.

“Oh fuck..” He groans quietly.

His eyes were trained on the motions of her soft skin jiggling with every collide of their bodies. His thrusts only got harder from there, segments of moans falling from the girls lips. He didn’t even have to tell her how wet she was, the squelching sounds erupting from where they connected told her all she needed to know.

Switching the angle of his thrusts, he places one knee onto the bed and leans into her, his hands placed in the middle of her back just to make sure she wouldn’t be able to run from the lethal position. And running, she did not do, couldn’t do because of how he was holding her. Suddenly the bed dipped under them both with the strong force of his thrust making her collapse on her stomach, leaving the girl breathless after calling out to the highest one she worshipped.

“You feel that, baby? I’m in it?” He asks with his breathing unsteady, his balls tightening and her toes curling.

“Yes, Nique!”

She was in shambles trying to keep up with him. She could feel the tip of his dick pressing against her g spot, constantly slamming into it like a button, like he’d get some kind of prize if he pushed it correctly. He fucked her so hard, sweet compliments being the only things that contradicted the rough strokes. She could hear the belt buckle of his pants jingling around his ankles, remembering that they had barely been undressed fully before Unique got impatient and just shoved his pants down and her nightgown up before pushing her to her knees.

As Unique continued on with damn near breaking this girls childhood bed, he thought to himself. This was the pussy that niggas killed for. The type pussy that’d have you bussing back to back without a second thought about a condom. This was the pussy he thought about on those lonely nights when she was mad at him, when he had to take matters into his own hands and desperately jerk himself off, his mouth agape and muscles flexing as he cums all over his stomach to the beautiful thought that was her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She whimpers. At this point she could feel him poking at her stomach and being pressed against the mattress helped nothing. He would probably fuck her through the cushion if he could.

“Uh-huh. Cum on this dick, Princess. Lemme feel you wet this dick up, show me how good I make this pussy feel” He spoke, punching nothing but a thick 9 inch pole into her spine. The man gave her no choice but to scream and give him exactly what he wanted, which was her release.

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Between her thighs were messy and wet, coated with a layer of white cream that was from both of them. Unique gently wiped her down with a wet towel, careful not to swipe over her sensitive clit too fast or harsh.

“Shhh—“ She hissed, her thighs almost closing in on his hand. Unique’s eyes flickered from her core up to her expression. “My bad” He simply apologized before tossing away the dirty rag in a hamper next to the bed. Laying next to her on his back, he sighs. “you gon’ learn to stop running from what you love”

She smiles, turning her head to look at the side of his face, getting a view of that nearly perfect profile. “Who says I love you, Unique?”

He smirks. ��I don’t need a second opinion on a fact”

And the cycle continues…

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Woke up and remembered I forgot the taglist chile! LMFAO(some tags aren’t showing up, dk why!)

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[totaly-obsessed]

can you write for mary where readers ment to be away working but shows up at an important game and surprises her

Two-Week Notice

Mary Earps x reader request

-> Domestic fluff, reader can't attend Mary's game but surprises her.

-> Also for this request

➳ Masterlist

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Meeting Mary had been one of the best moments in your life. Not because it was such a nice or cute moment, but because it let Mary into your life – bettering it by a hundred times.

The goalkeeper had just moved into a new Apartment building after joining Manchester United after a season at Wolfsburg, and she had not met anyone in her building. Life had come at the 26-year-old hard and fast.

And just as fast came the first fire alarm at her new place, and while she had been warned that the alarm often malfunctioned, she would not take any chances. After a quick walk through her apartment, checking that every window was closed and that she had grabbed her essentials, she was out the door into the flooding rain.

You however had lived in the building for a while and should have a routine by now when you were rudely ripped out of your well-deserved sleep. But you did in fact not have a routine, panicking every time.

This day was no different.

You were the last one out of the building, as usual – with no jacket. The rain was not something that you took notice of at first, too shocked that there actually was a fire in the building. It was a taller woman, with a very friendly smile who made you aware. “Aren’t you cold, love?”

As if a switch had been flipped, you started to shiver. “Forgot my jacket.” Mary was a goner the second she saw you shivering in the cold rain, the only thing in your hands, being a pillow, while she had her entire training kit.

The footballer didn’t hesitate to extend her jacket around you, effectively pulling you so close to her, that you could feel the heat radiating off of her. “You don’t mind, do ya?”

That was the beginning of something wonderful. Before you started dating, many evenings were spent together as ‘friends’ cooking and watching movies together. You listened to Mary moan about training and her teammates and she would sit and listen to you complain about your annoying co-workers who apparently could not function without you.

And while it was easy to fall in love with Mary, it was even easier to love her.

It took two months until you officially started dating each other. The first move was made by Mary who just sat you down one evening and asked you out on a date. Just like that, with a calm and collected mind, like she was playing one of the biggest games of her life.

A year later you moved into her apartment. It was the bigger one and your lease came to an end. If the two of you were being honest you could have moved in with each other the second you started dating – you could practically count the days you had spent in your own four walls on one hand.

One of Mary’s favorite parts of living together was the joined naps. Most of the time when she had come home from training you were on the couch napping, trying to stay awake until the goalkeeper came home, but you never quite managed – too tired from the early shift you had worked. After changing she would join you on the couch, setting an alarm so that you would not sleep away the day.

Waking you from your slumber was another one of the brunettes’ favorite moments. You were just so cute. Scrunched nose, red cheeks, and adorable whining that it was much too cold. Mary tended to stare at you, tempted to let you sleep longer, before she eventually just kissed you awake, making you giggle – a noise she loved oh so much.

Once it was later at night and time for bed came the playful fighting. Your favorite topic to fight about? The blanket and Mary’s tendency of stealing it, which was bad enough, but also denying it – blaming it on you.

“Mary, stop hogging the blanket!” She was curled up in it like a burrito, leaving you with just a corner of it. “Mary? Who’s Mary? My name is Baby, or Love, or literally anything else.” She had turned over to you lightning fast when you had called her by her government name, clearly offended by it.

“Okay, ‘literally anything else’ move over, I wanna be warm.” A shriek of speechlessness filled the room when a mischievous smile took over her face. Carefully she unwrapped the blanket, and just as you thought that you had gotten what you wanted and could finally head to bed – she pounced.

“Mary, no. No. No! Don’t you dare! Mary!” your incredibly strong girlfriend had jumped up from the bed, picking you up and holding you like a baby, making you unable to move. You thrashed in her arms as well as you could. “I’m mad, Mary! Put me down. Put me dooown!”

Whining took over the room as you struggled, eventually making Mary lose her balance but before she dropped you and herself, she just threw her body forward, taking you with her, toppling onto the bed.

Silence filled the room for a minute, both of you lying on the messy bed. “Are you still mad?” Instead of answering you pressed your ice-cold feet onto Mary`s very warm back. Swears and shrieks left her mouth as she took your feet in her hands and jokingly rolled you over, straddling your lap. “Let’s see where this night is going, ey cheeky?”

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One of your favorite aspects of living together, aside from getting to hang out with the love of your life for the entire day, was a joined wardrobe. In the beginning, both of you had sections in the huge dresser and wardrobe, but over time your section was left untouched and Mary kept missing things.

“Baby, have you seen my blue Nike hoodie?” The goalkeeper wanted to wear it to a nice night in with the Manchester City girls, but could not find it anywhere. “No! Try the bathroom.” Of course, you had seen the hoodie. You were in fact wearing it, but you hoped, that Mary wouldn’t notice.

At first, she did not, searching the entire apartment before flopping down on the couch, burying her face in your chest – when she noticed that the blue of your hoodie was familiar. “Baby, that’s mineee.” She whined at you, trying to take it off you. “Love – please no. It’s so cold without it.”

For ten long minutes Mary tried to get her clothes back when she discovered that you were also wearing her joggers and socks – but it was useless. She caved once she saw your cute pout. With a loud huff, she went back to the bedroom, getting dressed in a green version of the same hoodie. “Baby, we’re matching – look!” You excitedly held out your arm, showing the material to a very unimpressed lioness. “I think I should join you for dinner.”

“Nu-uh! You don’t deserve it – thief!” But once Mary was opening the front door, she turned to you, asking why you were not ready. She clearly didn’t expect you to be actually dressed.

But alas you were and accompanied her to dinner. While she acted all mad about it, you knew that she loved it – she loved seeing you with her teammates who took such great care of you.

The joined closet was a mutually loved concept – you loved wearing Mary’s clothes and she loved seeing you in them.

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As much as you loved being a WAG, and attended every match Mary played, sometimes it just didn’t work out. That was the case for the quarterfinal of the European Championships on home soil, here in England. The girls were playing against Spain, a feisty match, an incredibly important one at that.

And you? Stuck at work.

Why? Because the men in your company decided to punish you, ‘losing’ the form you had handed in as a request to get the day off. So there you were, stuck at work while Mary was preparing for one of the most important games of her life – without you.

Not only did you have to be at work which was already annoying but your colleagues were weaponizing their incompetence more than usual, making you do everything. Just 20 minutes after kick-off you have had enough. So you stood up, entered your boss's office, and handed in your two-week notice that you had filled out for a while now.

And with that, you just left. Ignoring your boss and colleagues who told you that you could not just leave.

Ten minutes later you entered the Falmer stadium, joining Mary’s parents in the family section who immediately ushered you off to the changing rooms. It was eerily silent as you sat down in Mary’s cubby, fidgeting with her second pair of gloves.

Just a few minutes later you could hear a bunch of cleats hitting the floor, a nervous chatter filling the hallway. Leah was the first to enter, eyes wide in surprise when she saw you. But the skipper did not say anything, as did the others who followed.

As usual, Mary was one of the last people, busy talking to Millie about what they needed to change. She nearly just sat down on you, when she finally noticed. “Baby! I thought you couldn’t come!” Kisses were spread all over your face, the brunette being teased by the other lionesses.

Quietly you explained how you had gotten there, your girlfriend happy that you finally quit, when Sarina and the coaching staff joined the girls in the room. Mary had pulled you on her lap, holding you as close to her as she could, trying to calm down and compose her thoughts.

With a good-luck kiss on her lips and gloves she left for the pitch again. Alessia and Ella followed, also wanting a good-luck kiss on their foreheads, and soon the entire squad of the lionesses had gotten a forehead kiss from you – Mary watching with curious eyes.

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The second half was tense, especially after Esther scored in the 54th minute. But it was a freshly substituted Ella who got the equalizer in the 84th before Georgia shot the game-winning goal in the 96th. But there were still 20 minutes to go, and Mary did brilliantly.

2-1 to England and the crowd erupted in cheers once the final whistle sounded.

It was Millie and Lucy who had made their way over to you, lifting you over the barrier and onto the pitch – just to be tackled by Ella. “Your kiss helped! Ya must be my lucky charm now.” The excited brunette kissed your cheeks over, and over again, giggling in excitement.

“Get your own good-luck charm Tooney!” Mary had finally gotten to you, pulling you out of Ella’s hands and into a bruising kiss that left Ella squealing. “It's like watching my parents make out!” But you were met with whistles and claps on the back by other lionesses, who laughed at Ella’s reaction.

“I don’t think you have a choice to be at the next game, babe. Good luck charm of the whole team.” Your girlfriend’s smile was infectious, making you laugh as well, knowing damn well that you would be there at the semi-final even if hell froze over.

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[wndaswife]

a change in you | wanda maximoff & gn!reader

A strong friendship had developed between you and Wanda after she moved to the compound, but ever since you'd gotten a girlfriend, she grew distant and abrasive without explanation.

Word count: 5228

Tags: smut, angst, jealousy, fluff, fingering, this was written in september and i needed to get it out of drafts, so there will be stylistic differences, sub!wanda maximoff, dom!reader. MINORS DNI.

gif credit to creator.

“What do you like about sitcoms?” you asked Wanda, looking over to her as you lifted a handful of popcorn to your mouth. She was leaning against you, your head resting atop hers as her eyes were focused on the black-and-white scene in front of her. Your cheek was pressed against the top of Wanda’s head, breathing in the familiar scent of her shampoo. 

Wanda shrugged, reaching up to take a few pieces of popcorn from your hand instead of the large bowl laying in her lap. “I’ve always liked them,” she answered. You loved hearing about Wanda’s childhood, the life she held so dearly to her heart. 

Beyond the Strucker experiments, beyond HYDRA and Ultron, beyond being an Avenger, Wanda Maximoff had an innate devotion to love and be loved in return. Everyone she had ever loved and lost were held deep within her. Wanda was driven by those lucky enough to be loved by her, driven to appease, to create a universe within your busy lives for the two of you. The reason she fought, dreamt, and lived was for the profound depths that laid beyond the guises of being a fighter, formed with the intention of filling it with a life surrounded by family.

Watching sitcoms became a tradition for the two of you at the end of the week, cuddled up under mounds of thick blankets and snacks that you introduced Wanda to. Tonight, it was something simple- Maltesers and popcorn.

“As a child, my family would drop everything to watch sitcoms together. My father worked all day. My mother homeschooled Pietro and I,” Wanda recalled. “We were poor. My parents tried their best to make a life for us. When we sat together in front of the television at the end of the day, it was one of the only times I felt like we were a normal family. Like a better future was plausible.”

She lifted her head from your shoulder and looked up at you. With a smile that never ceased to make your heart swell, she said, “And now, it’s a tradition for us.”

That was a month ago, and the last time you and Wanda spent time together.

Wanda left the communal kitchen and lounge area whenever you entered the room. She never answered when you knocked on her bedroom door. During meetings and conferences, she would choose not to sit by you, and if she had no choice but to take the seat beside you, she wouldn’t utter a word to you nor even meet your eyes. Sometimes she’d even choose to stand for the meetings entirety.

You’d gotten Natasha to speak with Wanda for you, and that seemed innocent enough until she brought you up.

Maybe someone detached from the Avenger life would be more effective in getting information from Wanda. You asked Marie to speak to her for you.

Marie was your girlfriend who you’d only just started seeing. She was funny and big-hearted, and insanely smart. You had met her on a mission while she was interning for the Avengers’ lead nursing team. Despite everything, Wanda hated her, and that wasn’t an exaggeration.

You’d heard from some of the others that she’d been talking badly about her ever since the day you got Marie to approach Wanda while she was making lunch for herself. The things you’d heard that Wanda said about her was entirely uncharacteristic of her. She was never like this before.

She’d done a complete one-eighty — one day she had been cuddling up to you on a Friday night like you’d always done with her, then avoiding you all at once and telling your mutual friends that Marie was a gold-digging whore who only wanted you for your title as an Avenger.

Wanda’s validation of your relationship was evidently important to you, yet you didn’t question why it was for a moment through the weeks you craved her approval of Marie. What lay in deep slumber like a sleeping dragon within you beyond layers of confusion and frustration was something you would’ve classified as heartbreak if you had paid any mind to it. You found it was easier on you to be shrouded in infuriated shadows rather than to feel the pain of having Wanda turn on you the way she had, like the flick of a switch as if you had meant nothing to her.

Months of movie nights and conversations and hours spent comforting her and making her laugh- was it no more than a fleeting memory? Had Wanda always intended it to be this way? 

Sightings of the Sokovian became scarce. She had taken up a significant amount of missions despite Steve’s advising against it as she volunteered to be dispatched for the smallest of expeditions. Even the Avengers had their working hours, and ever since she’d met Marie, Wanda had been working overtime. When she wasn’t on missions, she was out.

Always out.

Even while Wanda hadn’t been seen by you in days, Marie refused to come around the compound anymore. She was a particularly conflict-avoidant woman, and once she got word of what Wanda had been saying about her, Marie told you that she refused to intrude into Wanda’s territory any longer. The distance was putting a strain on your relationship with her.

It wasn’t that you hadn’t seen Marie since Wanda’s criticisms of your girlfriend reached you, because you had. You often met with her outside the compound in the city, or her apartment in Queens. But it wasn’t enough to patch whatever rifts had formed between the two of you. Perhaps it was also the tension Wanda had put on your relationship; the strange wire you were walking on while both evading confronting Wanda and wanting to defend your girlfriend.

Wanda was your best friend, and she still was, wasn’t she? If there was a chance to talk about what she had said about Marie as friends rather than people deluded by misinterpretation and blind anger, then you would take it. You just had to wait for the chance to come.

But as time went on, waiting for Wanda to apologise and anticipating to see her in the hallways one day, your relationship with Marie only continued to slowly fracture, from her cancelling plans to ignoring your calls entirely. Not only was time for Wanda running out, but you had quickly grown tired of waiting for her as it became clear that she wasn’t going to approach you or take her words back.

You weren’t sure why Wanda had stopped talking to you, why she had suddenly belittled your partner, or why she had completely flipped a switch on you, but you had no more patience in waiting for answers. You needed one, at least. If Wanda could tell you why she had given up on her friendship with you, things would be easier. If she refused to befriend you, even without rationalisation, you would build up from there. An answer — that was all you needed.

There were no missions today, no excursions, no errands that needed to be done that Wanda could take up as an excuse for avoiding you. When you asked her room neighbour, Vision told you she had left early in that morning and was yet to return. You had even asked him if he knew what was wrong with her, and he simply told you that she was concerned for you. Within his ever wise and omniscient advice, he told you that you should’ve considered how distressed she was, how heavy conflict could be for particularly-affected individuals.

Bullshit.

Wanda wasn’t ‘distressed.’ She was being a bitch, and you had enough of waiting for her to take responsibility for what she's done and be a good person, to apologise for what she said. Because she wouldn’t on her own.

You pushed open the doors of the compound’s training room. Clashing metal echoed through the illustrious room, filled with ever-updating technology and machines set up solely for training and practice. The newest addition to the gymnasium was the holopad. It was a four-dimensional holographic platform for hand-to-hand combat training. 

You rounded the training room’s equipment to see the holopad being used, a figure of flashing red and ivory white reducing Ultron bots to holographic pixels. His familiar robotic voice spoke gibberish as they approached Wanda from all angles. 

She was quicker than she had been during the battle in Sokovia. Her senses were peaked, her fingers flexing and her arms outstretched to take the approaching holograms by their heads, detaching them from their necks. Pixelated metal torsos were ripped from their bodies, robotic cries of defeat echoed against the otherwise empty room as their bodies dissipated and formed new training targets. 

One of the program’s more impressive feats was that the user could program for the machine to conjure any adversary. Sometimes, for Tony, it was Steve. For Wanda, Ultron. But today, you expected for the pixelated opponents to be of Marie’s face. 

You approached the holopad, standing at the base of its staircase before calling Wanda’s name out. 

The sudden noise made her flinch, breaking her focus and allowing the Ultron bots to reach her. Their holographic arms permeated her body, causing a myriad of colours to reflect against her before the holopad flashed red and reset to its blank state.

She looked down at you, panting as she steadied her breath. Wanda pushed her hair back and looked down to her hands to take her gloves off, sensory coverings that helped the pad tell where her hands were and the magic she was using as she fought. Wanda stepped down from the platform, velcro sounding loudly as she slipped the black gloves off and laid them on the control tablet’s stand. 

“What do you want?” she asked in vexation, placing her hands on her hips and staring straight at you. She was wearing black leggings and a grey tank, strands of dark hair slick against her forehead. 

“What the fuck is the matter with you?“ you snapped, taking a step towards her, demanding an answer even through the way you approached her.

Wanda feigned ignorance, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She turned to pick her water bottle up from the floor, but you took hold of her wrist, forcing her to straighten and face you again. 

“You called my girlfriend a gold-digging whore,” you reminded her with a scowl. Wanda forced her wrist out of your hold at the mention of Marie. 

“And?” she retorted, her head tipping to the side, daring you to argue with her. 

You scoffed, and Wanda bristled, almost disappointed you weren’t more angry. “And?” you repeated incredulously. Wanda’s eyebrows raised expectantly. “We didn’t do anything to you.”

Stiff lines formed on either side of Wanda’s jaw as she clenched her teeth, her eyes widening in apparent fury. She shouted as if the basic foundations of a relationship were unheard of by her, “We? Is that what you and Marie are now? You care about what she thinks?”

You shrugged with your palms upturned, your expression frozen in disbelief. “I don’t know, Wanda. Did you think things would be the same after we started dating?”

The muscles in Wanda’s neck flexed, her nostrils flaring as she exhaled heavily, her body trembling with restrained anger. She turned suddenly, picking up her waterbottle and speeding past you in a furious delirium.

You followed after her, picking up speed as Wanda did as she tried to flee from your vicinity. “We’re not doing this again! We’re not just going to stop talking for weeks, just for me to have to chase after you like this!” you called from behind her.

“Chasing after me? You’re such a mess,” Wanda scoffed as she pushed the gym’s doors open, not bothering to hold it open for you. It nearly crashed into your face and you stuck your hands out to catch it, pushing it forward and slamming it against the adjacent wall as you glowered at Wanda from behind. You followed Wanda into the hallway leading into the changing rooms and showers.

Your hand made contact with her shoulder and you pulled her back, spinning her around and causing her to stumble until she steadied herself to face you. The tears forming in your eyes made Wanda’s angry veil crack momentarily. “Why are you acting like this?” you asked her, your voice breaking. Having been masked with Marie’s company and utter confusion for the last month, the sorrow of losing Wanda from your life took seeing her in person to set in.

Wanda’s eyes flickered between both of yours. Her expression softened but her resolve did not. “I don’t understand why you care about me so much, Y/N. You have… Marie,” she whispered out, trying to meet your eyes through your glassy tears. The very act of saying your girlfriend’s name was an obvious struggle for her.

You wiped your eyes with the back of your wrists and laughed humorlessly. “Wanda…” you mumbled out. Your hands dropped to your sides and you met her eyes, the most sincere the two of you have been in weeks. “It doesn’t matter who else I have in my life. It never would’ve mattered. You’re you. Marie is Marie.”

She shook her head, her eyes not leaving yours for a moment. “What are you trying to say?” she asked you cluelessly.

“I mean that I missed you, and all you were doing was avoiding me no matter how hard I tried to get your attention. Do you regret getting close to me?”

Wanda inhaled shakily, her shoulders raising. She wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into a hug and closing her eyes. “I missed you too,” she said into your hair, squeezing you tighter. “Y/N, you don’t understand.”

Anger scorched up your throat and you pushed Wanda away, causing her to stumble backwards. “What don’t I understand, Wanda? You can’t just keep doing this to me.”

“No, Y/N, I—“

“I don’t want to hear anymore bullshit.”

“It’s not! Stop interrupting me and listen.”

You pushed past her anyways, your eyes brimming with tears as your vision became clouded. To have Wanda see you like this, someone who was perfectly fine with pretending you didn’t exist for a month, was certain death.

Four words suddenly blurted out from behind you, attaching chains to your ankles and stopping you where you stood. 

“Y/N, I love you.”

Your chin met your shoulder as you looked back at Wanda. Her shoulders were raised, her posture tense as her fists clenched. 

“I love you,” she repeated, and you saw her shoulder raise when she inhaled sharply.

You turned around completely, your body facing hers. “I heard you,” you answered. Wanda might’ve fled the room in tears had it not been for the confused furrow of your eyebrows and the trembling of your bottom lip. 

“I wished—” Wanda’s mouth shut and she swallowed before correcting herself, “I wish you had never met Marie. I wish you had never started dating her.” The confession spilled from beyond her lips as if it was hastily scripted, her words’ intentions clear but her execution painfully poor.

“You really don’t like her…?” you questioned meekly.

An exasperated sigh escaped from Wanda, her entire body deflating as you continued to misunderstand her. “I don’t like her,” she said. “She’s not good enough for you. Not funny or that smart.”

Your hand raised to your forehead and you massage your temple with your thumb. Your arm fell to your side and you looked straight ahead at Wanda with helpless eyes.

She was taking steps towards you without warning after dropping her waterbottle to the floor, not giving you a moment to even stumble backwards before one of Wanda’s hands wrapped around the back of your neck, her other coming up to cup your cheek. She pulled you against her, crushing your lips against hers bruisingly. You watched her eyes screw together tightly before your own eyes fluttered shut.

Your hands found her hips and you pulled her against you.

Desperate groans and greedy moans were exchanged into your mouths between warm pants. Without conscious volition, your hands began to roam Wanda’s body, taking your best friend in ways you had never before as your hands ran up her back, gripping her sides with possession that made Wanda melt.

You disconnected from Wanda’s swollen lips and leaned down to bury your face into the crook of her neck, her soft hair shrouding your face as you peppered wet kisses up the side of her neck. You could feel the vibrations of her moans against your lips.

“Y/N,” Wanda whimpered your name out. Your tongue ran flush up Wanda’s neck, making her shiver and stumble in your hold before your lips reached her jaw and you sucked at her skin. You found yourself walking forward, leaving Wanda to stagger backwards in attempts to catch up with you and avoid tripping. She was led backwards until her back was pressed against something firm, and she was trapped firmly between you and the wall.

You raised your head and looked at Wanda, a small smile pulling at your lips at the sight of her dishevelled hair and flushed cheeks. “I love you too, Wanda,” you finally told her, your forehead pressed against hers as she looked at you.

Wanda was an enigma. Truly. Her eyes began to well in warm tears and her head hung as she cried into your chest. “I’m so sorry, Y/N,” she sobbed. “I missed you so much. It was so painful to… But I didn’t know what else to do.” Your hands raised from her waist and you wrapped your arms around Wanda’s trembling shoulders, hushing her softly as she continued to cry. “I couldn’t stand seeing you with her, to know that I could never be what she is to you.”

Pulling away from her enough to cup her cheek and tilt her head up, you kissed Wanda’s tear-stained cheeks. “You are everything to me. With someone else or not, I love you, Wanda. I always will,” you said, your thumb stroking her cheekbone gently. “I shouldn’t have let you feel that way.”

“Don’t,” she argued. Wanda buried her face into the crook of your neck and closed her eyes. Her arms were wrapped around your waist and you wondered if she’d ever let go. You imagined that having Wanda hanging onto your waist until the end of time wouldn’t be such a bad thing. “I don’t want to think about that anymore,” Wanda muttered. She whispered, “Just be with me.”

“Always,” you replied. Your hand cradled the back of Wanda’s head, your other arm wrapped around her shoulders and pulling her into a tight hug. 

After a few silent moments of being embraced by one another, Wanda pulled away from you, slipping out from between you and the wall with a small sniffle. Her arm that was wrapped around your waist fell to her side before she took your hand in hers. With a smile that made your heart swell, as it had hundreds of times before like it would in your future, Wanda led you forward. She pushed open the door to the shower room and the two of you walked in, passing Wanda’s locker and handfuls of others while you followed behind her and watched the swaying of her long dark hair.

Once arriving at one of the showers, Wanda pushed the shower curtain open and turned the shower’s hot water on. While steam began clouding around the two of you, Wanda let go of your hand and undressed. Eye contact was only broken with you when she pulled her shirt over her head. Her ivory skin glistened with a thin layer of shower steam and she stepped towards you when she was simply in her bra and underwear.

Your hands rounded her body as you undid her bra while Wanda tugged at your pants’ waistband before it fell to the ground. Her bra slipped from her shoulders and it dropped on top of your pants. You wrapped an arm around her hips and leaned down to press a kiss to the valley of her breasts. Wanda looked down at you with a soft smile while she played with your hair. 

Slow fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and you pulled them down. Wanda stepped out of the garment once it fell to the shower room’s floor. 

Wanda undressed you next, her hands running up the soft plains of your body. Green eyes flickered over every inch of your bareness in attempts to saturate you into her memory forever. Her palms ran up your chest and she placed her hands on your shoulders. Wanda pulled the shower curtain back again and she led you in. 

Your fingers traced the stretch marks on Wanda’s hips as she walked backwards into the shower. The two of you were soon shrouded in its steam. “You’re so beautiful, Wanda,” you whispered, soaking in her bare body as a flower to the sun at the break of dawn. Her cheeks flushed pink and you kissed her when she tried to look away.

Neither of you bothered to close the shower curtain and you pushed Wanda into the shower wall carefully. Your hand found its way between her thighs and she let out a shaky breath against your lips. Both of your bodies became wet with hot water, but it was you who was responsible for the sticky slick that coated Wanda’s inner thighs. 

Your fingers delved into Wanda’s folds while your thumb drew lazy shapes against her clit. Wanda’s head was lolled back against the wall, moaning out in pleasure. Her arms were wrapped around your neck, pulling you ever closer as if frightened that you might leave without warning. Your other hand groped Wanda’s breast, your palm running smoothly against her hardened nipple. 

“Y/N, please,” Wanda pleaded, her eyes opening to meet yours, her emerald gaze seeping with desperation. Her hips jerked down against your fingers. Pride swelled in your chest as you watched her writhe for you, a sight reserved only for you. “I want to feel you,” she whispered against your lips. “I want to be yours.”

Moving forward to kiss Wanda’s cheek, you laid your forehead against hers as your slick fingers centred against her opening. You felt her thighs trembling against your own and pushed her further against the shower wall, holding her up. Smooth fingers delved past her opening and Wanda clenched her jaw, a restrained groan leaving her. With a fluttering heart, you watched as her eyes screwed shut, her mouth falling open to moan her hot breath against your chin.

Your lips captured hers, though it was short-lived as your fingers pushed through her velvety walls and Wanda panted out hasty exhales. Once before, you had discussed sex with Wanda. She wasn’t a virgin, although her first time consisted of a myriad of lazy kisses and disinterested fucking. From what you knew, Wanda hadn’t been seeing anyone, and although you had recently spent a month without speaking, the way she clenched around your digits and exhaled trembling breaths implied she hadn’t been touched like this in quite a while.

At the realisation, you ducked your head down and pressed openmouthed kisses to her neck, her wet hair sticking to every plain of skin it could find. Wanda's head was thrown back, her body arching into yours as her hips lowered in jerky motions. She craved more yet knew so little in what the tightening in her lower stomach meant with you. But you were receptive.

Fingers quickened and the Sokovian’s moans turned into what could only be described as squeals. She tried pulling back, pressing her ass against the wall at the sudden unfamiliar intrusion into her pussy, but your wrist surged forward, refusing to part from Wanda’s cunt. The heel of your hand met her clit and you flattened it against her sensitive nub.

Wanda whimpered in response, her entire body melting in your hold despite the juxtaposing quivering of her walls.

Leaving cold trails of saliva in your wake, your kisses reached the valley of her breasts and you let go of one to cup her cheek. At the feeling of your warm hand caressing her, Wanda’s eyes fluttered open. Her head tipped down and she met your eyes, audacious and unequivocal as you looked up at her from between her breasts.

With your hand still on her cheek, you made her look down at you when your lips wrapped around a rosy erect nipple. Shaky lips formed into a smile as Wanda watched the way you loved her. 

“Y/N,” Wanda whimpered meekly, “that feels so good.” Amongst the pleasurable writhing deep within her lower stomach as your fingers continued to fuck her pussy was the intertwining of something warm that only grew the longer she watched you suckle at her breast gently. “You make me feel…”

Your lips found her other nipple and Wanda struggled to maintain eye contact with you. You allowed her to loll her head back against the shower wall in mindless pleasure.

“... So good,” Wanda uttered, her words mumbled out from her mouth weakly. The shower fogged up with hot steam as hot water continued to stream down on the two of you, which was a partial reason as to why the rising and falling of Wanda’s chest was perpetually quickening. You hummed in response, the soft exhaling from your nose teasing at her nipple.

The sound of your thrusting fingers found an accelerating tempo while Wanda’s cunt squelched with the repetitive penetration of her tight hole. The soft hiss of the running hot shower behind you turned into a muddled hum as your senses were filled with nothing but Wanda’s moans, the feeling of her cunt wrapped around your fingers, the feeling of her soft creamy skin running under your hands.

A teasing tug of Wanda’s nipple from between your teeth made her yelp, and despite the reaction, she pulled you closer. You raised yourself up to her face again and began rubbing the heel of your hand against her clit side to side.

“You gonna come soon, Wands?” you asked her, a teasing smirk on your lips.

Through her weak haze, Wanda grinned in return at the use of the nickname. It’d been so long since she’d heard it last. She pulled herself against you, her head resting on your shoulder. “Gonna come,” she confirmed, hugging her arms around your neck tightly. “I love being with you, Y/N. I love you so much.”

Your arm raised to wrap around her waist, your hand pressing flush against her back and pulling her closer. You kissed Wanda’s temple and felt her smile against your neck. “I love you too, Wanda. So much,” you uttered against her wet skin. “Come for me, my angel.”

Despite the curling of your fingers deep within her pussy, it was your use of the pet name that brought Wanda to her high. She buried her face further into your neck when she came, but you raised your head, pulling back slightly to watch her screwed-shut eyes and parted lips. Her knees buckled and she fell forward against you, but you held her up. The raspy cries that left her from beyond her soft lips were comparable to siren’s calls, tempting and every moment alluring.

You had never seen her this way before, and no one else but you ever would. Wanda was every inch yours as you’d be for her from then on, belonging to her, your best friend and the only woman you’d ever love.

Wanda’s arms were limp around your neck as her orgasm washed over her in its final moments. Her arms slipped from your shoulders and dropped to your hips instead, holding you albeit weakly. Her thighs trembled as she held herself up, her hips buckling against yours. She panted against your neck, her warm breath travelling down your chest and hardening your nipples.

With a proud smile, you slipped your fingers out of Wanda’s cunt and she whimpered, hips jerking down at the empty feeling. After running the tips of your fingers through her folds, you slipped your hand out from between Wanda’s thighs. Hooded green eyes looked up at you as you slid your coated fingers past your lips, cheeks hollowing in as you savoured her tangy sweet flavour. Wanda flushed at the sight and you took your fingers out of your mouth to lean down and kiss her.

No resistance was present when you pushed your tongue past Wanda’s lips, spreading the flavour of her pussy through her mouth. When you parted from her lips to press a kiss to her forehead, Wanda mumbled out, “I love you.” The words gave her an instant high, having been burying it deep within her ever since she’d known you, the closest she’d ever gotten to bringing it to the surface being in platonic humorous confessions of love between friends. But now it was different. Wanda could love you without hesitation.

Your hand came to the back of her head, stroking her hair as you whispered sweet promises against her warm skin.

If given enough time, Wanda would’ve been able to fall asleep standing up as you held her, hot water encapsulating both your bodies. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, Wanda,” you told her and she smiled up at you sleepily. 

For the next little while, you washed Wanda’s hair, scratching at her scalp gently as she leaned back into you. You pulled her backwards to run her shampooed hair under the shower, your fingers raking through her long hair as you washed it through. You pressed kisses to Wanda’s body at every given chance, on her shoulders, her neck, her ears, her shoulder blades.

It was true that things were different, and after that day, it always would be. But there was something so special about loving silence that both you and Wanda shared, and irregardless of the changes that would come about, your hearts would continue to swell larger than any spiel of words could at the stillness your shared love brought.

You’d never love each other from a distance again, no word gone unexchanged, no moment of time spent hiding the way every instinct screamed out with a fervent desire to reach out to one another, yearning for the embrace of the other. 

You could embrace Wanda in a way you’d never been able to before, or rather because you hadn’t ever known what your feelings for her meant —the tightening in your chest when she had avoided you, the fluttering of your heart when she took your hand. 

Throughout the years that would pass spent with her, one thing would always remain true; Wanda and you have always loved each other, in the longing stares and the hidden blushes, in the stabilising of your quickening heart when you took Wanda into your chest and listened to her steady breaths.

When you’d rinsed Wanda’s body of soap and her hair of shampoo, she turned to pull you close and looked up at you. “I’ll be yours forever, won’t I, Y/N?” she asked.

Without even a moment’s worth of thinking it over, you answered, “Always.”

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Take Me Home - Part 2

Pairing: Beau Arlen x F. Reader 

Summary: You are another lost soul at Sunny Day Excursions. You’re aiming to settle in Helena, Montana, where Beau Arlen is the new sheriff in town. But you’ve both got a past you’re running from. 

AN: Thank you so much for all of your lovely comments on Part 1! I know many of you have questions, and I promise, all will be revealed in due time…

(Also, what do you guys think of new chapters releasing on Wednesdays and Sundays instead of just Fridays? A week is a long time, isn't it? 😂)

Song Inspo: “City Grown Willow” by Radio Company

Word Count: 5,200

Tags/Warnings: Tension, hurt/comfort, major angst, and more comfort of a different sort.

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Part 2: It’s Not Right, But It’s Okay

Tensions were running high at Sunny Day Excursions.

Over the next few days, Mary continued to press the issue of you staying in Montana with little passive aggressive comments that got on your damn nerves. You proverbially dug your heels in, and became even more stubborn and taciturn as a result.

Unstoppable force meets immovable object.

However, the entire camp was shaken the night Paige and Luke disappeared on a hike. Buck and Sunny assured everyone that they were doing their best to look for the couple, but come the morning, it was Emily who accidentally found Luke in the woods, bleeding from a head wound, and without Paige.

He claimed that they’d gone their separate ways after a fight, and he hadn’t seen her since. Paige’s suitcase and things were gone from her tent, so Sunny could only assume that she’d found her way back to camp and left for home by morning.

“Look, no one’s a prisoner here,” Sunny had said. “If Paige wanted to go home, then that’s up to her.”

There was still something off about it though, you felt. Emily seemed to share your thoughts; you’d heard her whispering with Avery, and Dan, another camper in his early 40s.

You started to watch Luke a bit harder from then on. As did your friend Mary, if for different reasons.

It was still early in the morning when you caught her flirting with Luke in front of your shared tent.

“A personal trainer, huh?” said Luke. His gaze flit over Mary’s form, and she allowed it with a smile. “You know, I’ve got a pretty good workout routine, but I’ll bet you can give me some tips—”

“Drink lots of water,” you said dryly as you approached the tent. You carried your sketchpad and acrylic paints in your hand, and you pushed into the tent without giving Luke and Mary more than a glance.

You heard Mary’s voice outside the tent, all girlish and flirtatious as she apologized about you, and suggested they could keep talking later. Luke readily agreed. You sat down on the edge of your bed and watched his silhouette walk away from the tent.

Mary soon joined you inside, and she didn’t look pleased. She stared down at you and crossed her arms.

“Are you kidding me with that shit?” you asked, gesturing at the scene you just saw.

“Could you be any more of a cockblock?” Mary shot back.

“Number one, that guy is a little too young for you, Cougar Town,” you reminded her. Luke had to be in his early 20s. It had been a hot minute since you and Mary were of college age. “Number two, he came here with his girlfriend, who he somehow lost in the woods.”

“She left him,” Mary said. “All alone in the middle of nowhere. Then she took off and went home so she didn’t have to deal with what she did. I feel bad for him.”

“No, you’re horny for him. There’s a difference,” you said flatly.

You loved Mary like a sister, but she had the tendency to let guys blind her to good sense. (Ha. Pot calling the kettle black, came your self-deprecation.)

Though you could’ve predicted the way she huffed and walked away, once again leaving you alone. You sighed.

Wasn’t this vacation for us? you wondered.

Mary continued to bait Luke with coy flirtation, while you tried and failed to ride a horse again. Cormack had been kind and encouraging in trying to help you onto the creature, but once you were on its back, you were too afraid to let the horse move.

You felt like you were going to topple off at any moment, even with Beau Arlen’s advice. (Which still made you blush whenever you thought about it.)

So Cormack helped you down, and you went back to the mess tent for a mid-afternoon snack to make you feel better: a giant jelly donut.

You were really getting frustrated with yourself now.

“It’s not so hard,” Emily had said. You could imagine that her dad, the cowboy sheriff, had put her on a horse from the time she was a little kid. You were a city girl, through and through. The closest you’d ever gotten to riding a horse was a plastic one—a carousel at a carnival when you were six. 

While you finished off your donut, you realized that you’d spent the whole day alone. As frustrated as you were with Mary, she was your best friend. And after this week, you would be staying and she would be going back to Chicago. You didn’t know when you would get to see her again.

So with a sigh, you wiped your hands free of donut icing and went to try and find her.

You started with the tent you shared with her. “Hey, Mary? Look I—”

You gasped when, upon entering the tent, you got your eyes seared. Mary and Luke were tangled together under the sheets. He moved off of your friend and rolled onto his back next to her when you came in. Mary uttered your name in shock. Everyone was shocked, really.

You were that, and angry.

“Really?! In our goddamn bed?” you shouted. Your gaze focused on Luke, and you pointed at him. “Get the hell out of here.”

He hesitated slightly, glancing at Mary, but your furious look scared him more. He grabbed his boxers and got dressed under the sheets before he left the bed, and then fled the tent, giving you a wide berth on his way out.

You then focused on Mary, who somehow looked both contrite and irritated at being interrupted. She said your name in a placating way, but you shook your head.

“No. No. Don’t even try,” you said. “That guy’s girlfriend left him in the middle of a vacation! What does that tell you? Please, screw me?”

“You know what?” Mary snapped. She sat up in the bed, making sure to cover herself with the sheet. She leaned over to grab her clothes from the floor and started hastily getting dressed.

“Luke’s actually a nice guy," she said. "You used to know how to have fun. But now you’ve just become this bitter person who can’t relax or let yourself be happy, let alone anyone else.”

That actually struck you—like a physical blow to your chest. You tried to blink past the sting of tears in your eyes.

“You’re a damn child,” you said, steadier than you felt. “You’re not the one who had your whole world imploded.”

Mary’s lips pursed. She still looked angry, but also like she was hiding the sting of guilt. She gathered up some of her things and informed you that she’d be staying at Luke’s tent tonight.

Freakin’ fine by you.

You’d also have to request some new bed sheets from Sunny.

In the morning, you stumbled out of bed after a rough night’s sleep. It was hard for you to sleep in a new place by yourself, especially out here in the woods.

Especially after how you and Mary left things.

You were so tired, you counted it a small blessing that you were able to put on clothes and get your hair into some kind of normalcy before you trekked over to the mess tent.

There you accidentally overheard Avery and Emily arguing; she’d lost her knife in the woods when she’d happened upon Luke, but Avery was reluctant to let her go hiking by herself. Apparently, her mother was due to join them this morning as well.

It seemed like the day of late comers though. A new married couple, Tonya and Donno, had arrived late yesterday to join the trip. They’d requested a tent at the far end of the camp, closest to the woods. Apparently, they wanted to really experience nature.

All you knew was, they seemed a bit weird.

“That knife’s important. My father gave it to me,” Emily said, interrupting your thoughts.

It made Avery quiet, but they both greeted you more pleasantly when you had to walk by them to get to the coffee.

“Hey, sorry,” you gave a little wave in embarrassment. You hated interrupting moments that had nothing to do with you, but you supposed it was unavoidable in this camp.

Once you’d gotten your coffee and filled your plate with some eggs and bacon, you joined them at the table. You pretended not to notice the way they both glanced at you with measures of concern. Did you really look that bad?

Avery wisely didn’t comment. Emily wasn’t as good at curbing her inner filter.

“Hey, you okay?” she asked. You gave her a thin smile.

“Just a bit tired. Didn’t sleep so well,” you admitted.

Of course, that was when the reason for your bedraggled appearance strolled into the mess tent. Mary came in and noticed Avery and Emily first with a smile. It turned frosty when she glanced at you. You gave her a mocking “smile” right back.

She chose to ignore you and went for the buffet table instead.

Right, you thought. You supposed that was how it was going to be for the rest of this damn trip.

“All righty! Good mornin’, folks,” Sunny said, entering the mess tent. She surveyed all the faces gathered—some relaxed and jovial, and then your table, a bit awkward, a bit tense.

She moved on with a smile that matched her name and her shiny red hair.

“Just lettin’ you all know as a reminder, we’ve got a bunch of activities for you all if there are any takers. Archery, kayaking, it’s gonna be a great time,” she said. “But if you prefer, you’re welcome to keep to the camp have a more relaxed day. It’s your vacation, so it’s up to you how you wanna spend it.”

You all nodded in understanding.

It’s your vacation. You choose how you spend it.

That, you could get on board with.

You spent the rest of the morning alone, as usual. Either you were reading in the outdoor lounge area, taking in the sunshine and the fresh air, or you were painting, taking in the landscape of the tall trees and the great, big mountains peeking out from behind them.

You earned yourself some peace today, one that let you breathe and try to tune out your frustrations with Mary, and your worries about the future. You hummed along to a melody in your mind as you painted. Completely at peace…

Until a hand tapped on your shoulder, making you yelp and sending your paintbrush high in the air.

Cormack came into your line of vision with a barely stifled laugh and placating hands. While you took out your earbuds (and calmed your breathing), he grabbed your brush and handed it back to you.

“Sorry about that. Just wanted to let you know that lunch is served,” he said, though he took a glance at your painting. “Hey, lookin’ real good there. Nice landscape.”

You let out an embarrassed chuckle. “Aw, you don’t have to be so nice. I’m still learning.”

He crossed his arms. “Well, if you’re interested in taking classes, I know someone who runs an art studio in town. Miss Peggy. Nice lady. Not too harsh.”

You laughed more genuinely.

“Good to know, thanks! Send me the address and I’ll check it out,” you said. Cormack agreed with a smile, and he helped you up from the long couch you were sitting on. The two of you walked back together to the central part of the camp, where the mess tent was.

There you met Emily’s mother, Carla, who’d just joined her family at the camp. She wasn’t exactly dressed for camping in her pressed blouse and pencil skirt; professional and smart, her long dark hair a perfect coil.

This woman was immaculate. As you soon learned, she was also a lawyer. You didn’t often feel intimidated by other women, but she could fit that bill, considering you were sweaty and dusty in your plain V-necked shirt and jeans.

And especially knowing that this was Sheriff Arlen’s ex-wife. Avery seemed like the “wealthy businessman” type—the kind of man you’d expect a high-powered lawyer to be with. You found yourself wondering how she’d met the sheriff.

That’s none of your busineeeess, you sing-songed in your mind, while you speared more salad on your plate. As if that could disguise the juicy brisket burger right beside it.

After lunch, you returned to your tent to finally find Mary. She was lying on the bed, looking a bit listless.

“I’m surprised you’re not attached to Luke’s hip,” you remarked, setting down your backpack and paint supplies on the floor. “Or his face.”

She shot you a peeved look. “He keeps ditching me for that weird new couple. Tonya and Donner or something.”

“Donno?” you supplied. “Yeah, he’s weird. He stole the ketchup bottle from the breakfast table this morning. He told me, ‘You shouldn’t ruin good eggs with sugary tomato paste.’”

Mary raised a brow, but she turned to you when you sat down beside her on the bed. There was a moment of tension between you, even though your gazes were softer to each other. The truth was, you missed your friend today. You guys didn’t fight often, and it had you hurting. Maybe she felt the same way.

“Listen,” you said with a sigh. “I’m not sorry for throwing Luke out of our tent. That was gross as hell, and I didn’t appreciate that. But I don’t want to fight with you. I want to enjoy our last few days together before you go back to Chicago.”

Mary’s lips pursed, but she seemed to relent.

“Yeah, that was a bitch move,” she admitted. She knew full well that her tryst with Luke could’ve happened in his tent, not the one she shared with you. She met your gaze with more resignation, as well as apology.

“You’re really staying here, aren’t you?” she asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, I am. I’m not saying there’s nothing for me back home. Of course I’m going to miss you, our friends, the rest of my family…but I need to do this. I need a fresh start.”

It took her a moment, but Mary nodded. She reached over and hugged you. You held her back tightly.

After a beat, she let you go and slid out of bed.

“Okay,” she sighed. “I need to do something. I’m going stir crazy in here.”

“Where’re you going?” you asked.

“Just for a run,” she replied. “I should be back by dinner.”

“A run?” you repeated, your brows furrowing. “In the woods by yourself? Don’t you think that’s dangerous?”

“Well, you could come with me,” she offered. You grimaced. You and running didn’t mix. You were more of a yoga girl.

Mary laughed and finished changing into her activewear and sneakers.

“That’s what I thought,” she said. “No worries, I’ll have my phone if anything. I’ll be okay.”

“But your cell won’t have service out there!” you said.

Mary was already leaving. She blew you a kiss goodbye, though she did stop in the tent’s entryway. Her face sobered with a sincere apology.

“Look, I’m sorry for everything, okay?” she said. “I know I can be a brat sometimes…but we can talk more when I get back, clear my head.”

You were reluctant to see her go, but you nodded.

“Just be back in time for dinner!” you called after her.

Mary wasn’t back for dinner. Even after the sun set, she hadn’t come back from her run. You were really beginning to worry.

All the other campers were gathering up at the edge of camp for a Night Hike. It was an idea Buck and Sunny surprised you all with a few hours ago. You wondered if they were trying to make up for the strange way Paige left the camp.

“The moon’s full tonight,” as Sunny had said, with a slightly too bright smile. “Should be a beautiful time.”

You asked some of the others if they’d seen Mary, but they all replied negatively. Even Luke was nowhere to be found…but someone else was missing too.

“I still can’t believe you let her go into the woods alone,” Carla snapped at her husband.

Avery’s frown deepened. “I had no idea she went off by herself. You know your daughter. She’s headstrong—”

“Yeah, just like her father,” Carla muttered, turning away from him. Avery sighed.

You couldn’t help but approach them.

“Emily’s missing?" you said in concern. "Mary is too. I’ve been waiting for her to come back all afternoon.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Carla said. She frowned as anxiety continued to well up in her eyes. “Maybe they found each other.”

You touched her arm in comfort. “Either way, we can all look for them now.”

Sunny came up to the group with a flashlight and a smile.

“Everyone ready?” she asked.

“Mary’s missing,” you told her, “And so is Emily. Mary went on a run this morning and hasn’t been back since.”

Sunny inclined her head. After she surveyed the rest of the crowd, she settled back on you.

“I see Luke’s not among us either. Maybe they’re together?” she suggested, in a leading tone. You frowned.

“No, she left alone,” you said firmly.

“Don’t mean she stayed alone, darlin’,” Sunny replied, with that Oklahoma twang that so often made her words more charming. “But we’ll be sure to look for her and Emily while we’re out there.”

Carla shook her head and said to her husband, “That’s it. I’m calling Beau.”

“Darling, you don’t need to,” Avery replied, shaking his head. “Emily’s a responsible girl. She knows what time we’re meant to leave—”

Carla shook her head and walked past him and Sunny—towards the hotspot for cell service. You agreed with her; calling the sheriff couldn’t hurt, especially if you all couldn’t find Mary or Emily on this hike.

You still went with the rest of them to start your own search. You tried to keep with the group, but after lingering in certain spots to call for Mary, you eventually realized that you’d lost the trail—and everyone else.

The trees were tall and dark now. The moon was filtering through them like the sun had during other day hikes, but it was much more ominous at night.

“Shit,” you muttered. You gripped your flashlight in worry as panic started to well up in your chest.

Now you were lost.

You jumped with a start when the hoot of a bird passed by overhead.

Shiiiit. This was very bad.

You kept moving forward on what you thought was the trail. That was all you could do, keep moving forward. You made a few turns around some trees, occasionally calling out for Sunny, or Mary, or anyone to hear you.

The panic was back now, full force, and you felt the sting of tears in your eyes. And when you turned another corner, you screamed when you bumped into someone.

A girl’s scream echoed just as loudly as yours in the big, empty wood, but you got ahold of yourself, literally with a hand over your wildly beating heart when you realized who you’d run into.

“Emily!” you uttered. The girl let out a breath of relief to see you too. You went to her and pulled her into a hug, and she hugged you back.

“Thank. God,” she said. Her voice sounded tight with emotion, and you held her a bit tighter.

“It’s okay,” you rubbed her back. “How long’ve you been out here?”

“I don’t know,” she shook her head, pulling away from you. “Couple of hours? Maybe longer.”

You nodded and expelled a breath. Poor thing looked tired. She didn’t even have any supplies with her. You gave her a protein bar from your backpack before you two started walking.

“So the good news is, we found each other. The bad news is, we’re still lost,” you said, counting each item on your fingers. “But the good news also is, I’ve only been walking for about…half an hour or so. I’m thinking we can mark trees or other landmarks as we pass them, like checking them off, so we know where we’ve been.”

Emily glanced at you with a smile. “You’re a checklist person, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely!” you agreed. “Checking things off is satisfying. But it’s also good just to take an inventory of where we’re at.”

You two kept walking for a while. Emily explained that she’d been following Luke, who took off by himself after giving her an ominous warning.

“There are some bad people on this trip. Want my advice? Get the hell out of here,” he’d said.

You frowned in concern. You’d felt that there was something fishy about that guy, pretty much from the moment he and Paige disappeared on that hike. Those newcomers he’d been hanging out with ever since, Tonya and Donno…maybe they had something to do with it.

They’d left camp today to go into town, claiming to check on the restaurant they owned and ran. But with everything now starting to come into perspective, you couldn’t take any piece of information at face value around here.

Suddenly, Emily stopped short.

“What’s…” Your words trailed as you followed her line of vision. There was a frilly pair of underwear on the ground.

That led to a hoodie strewn in the dirt and dead leaves. You continued on, until you found Mary, lying on her back on the cold ground. You and Emily gasped her name, but you moved first, dropping to your knees at Mary’s side. You pressed a hand to her cheek and found it cold.

You moved two fingers to the pulse point at her neck, but there was nothing. No life in her. Your mouth fell open in a silent, shocked cry.

“Mary? Honey, can you hear me?” you tried, shaking her shoulders. When she remained unresponsive, tears burned in your eyes and blurred your vision. You finally saw a dark patch of wet pooled out from under her body.

“Oh my God,” Emily said, voicing your thoughts. She was panicked. “Oh God, she’s…she’s…”

You turned to her and wanted to say, Don’t look.

You had briefly taught highschoolers before you became a college professor. You were used to looking out for your students, and as the adult here, you wanted to shield the teen from the sight of this, no matter how much your mind was spinning.

Before you could say anything, Emily fled the clearing with a scream.

“Emily!” you shouted after her. You glanced back at Mary in desperation, but you forced yourself onto your feet and ran after the girl.

You had slightly longer legs, but she was fast. You only caught up to her because she screamed louder, after running into Buck leading a horse through the woods. She grabbed onto him while you caught your breath behind her.

“What? What happened?” Buck asked. You laid a supportive hand on Emily’s shoulder, and she turned back to you with tearful eyes.

“Mary,” you managed, despite the coarseness in your voice. “She’s…”

This isn’t real, you thought. It’s not real. It’s not real. It’s not real.

“She’s dead,” Emily finished for you. “Someone killed her.”

Buck’s eyes widened in shock. All he could say was…

“Show me.”

Buck brought Mary’s body back to camp on the back of his horse. The three of you walked in silence all the way there. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her lifeless body. It was wrong. And if you did, you knew you’d collapse.

Emily was likely in shock as well. Her arm was looped through yours, though you weren’t sure who was steadying who.

Thanks to Carla, the police were already on the way to Sunny Day Excursions. When you reached the camp, Carla beelined for her daughter. Despite how happy she was to see her mom, Emily was a bit reluctant to let go of you, seeing how shaken you were, but you encouraged her wordless to go to her mother.

Carla pulled Emily into a tight hug, kissing the side of her head, and asked if she was all right. Emily just shook her head and pressed her face into her mom’s shoulder. Carla looked up at you with a relieved sigh.

“Thank you,” she said.

You gave her teary smile of your own. You couldn’t speak though, especially when Buck passed by with Mary still on the back of his horse. Sunny gasped and grabbed a blanket to cover the body with.

She then went to you, whispering, “You poor dear. Come ‘ere, sit by the fire.”

She covered your shoulders with another blanket and steered you to sit by the bonfire in the center of camp. You stayed there and stared at the flames. All the while, you didn’t feel the warmth. You didn’t feel the silent tears that slid down your face and dropped into your lap.

“Where’s Luke?” you heard Avery ask.

“That’s a good question,” said Sunny. She turned to her husband. “Buck?”

“I don’t know, but somebody better find him,” he replied grimly.

It was another hour before the police arrived.

You still hadn’t moved from your spot in front of the bonfire on a hard bench, but it was Cormack who gently asked you if you wanted to go back to your tent to relax until the police got around to talking to you about what happened.

You’d agreed, silently, and he helped you up. But you found that you could go no further than the couple of steps that brought you onto the platform outside of your tent. The tent you’d shared with Mary.

You couldn’t go in, and Cormack seemed to realize that. He helped you lower down to sit on the platform, with your dirty sneakers planted on the step below. He gave you a cup of hot tea as well, which you held with both hands and sipped slowly.

You only raised your head when you heard Emily’s voice exclaim in happiness. You watched her run to her father, the Sheriff. He welcomed his daughter into his arms and held her tight. Relief was painted all over his face. You heard the rumble of his voice asking her if she was all right. She just burrowed closer in the safety of his arms.

A blonde policewoman had come with him, along with a whole unit of officers. She went to question Buck and Sunny first, while Beau handled Emily, then Avery and Carla. It didn’t seem like a pleasant conversation, between the two men especially.

Don’t stare, you reminded yourself. You lowered your gaze to the dusty bottom stair between your feet. Your vision started to glaze over the longer you focused on that spot. You weren’t lost in thought. You were just…blank. This entire night still didn’t feel real.

Mary’s last words kept ringing through your mind…

“Look, I’m sorry for everything, okay?” she’d said. “I know I can be a brat sometimes…but we can talk more when I get back.”

You were interrupted from your reverie when two brown boots entered your line of vision. You looked up, and Beau Arlen was there to greet you with a look of sympathy. And yet, there was a professional set to his face that let you know you were about to be formally questioned about Mary’s death.

“Is that spot taken?” Beau asked, pointing to the space beside you on the platform. You shook your head and scooched over, so he could sit down. He sighed on his way there, greeting you with polite familiarity.

“Sheriff,” you nodded back. You set aside your mug of tea and crossed your arms, holding yourself against the chill.

You’d left the blanket by the bonfire, and your sweater had been stained with blood, after helping Buck set Mary’s body on the horse. You’d ripped the sweater off as soon as you got to camp, leaving you in just your undershirt.

“You need a jacket,” Beau remarked. He glanced back at your tent, as if he was wondering why you hadn’t gone inside to grab one. But his gaze was perceptive. Instead of asking, he shrugged out of his faux fur-lined leather jacket and draped it around your shoulders.

“Here, you can borrow this for now,” he said.

“Thank you,” you spoke in a small voice. You grasped one edge of the jacket and pulled it closer around you. It smelled like musky cologne and old leather.

Beau waved off his gesture of kindness.

“I hear you found my daughter in the woods and tried to get her back to camp,” he said. “Thank you for that.”

You glanced over at him, and tears once again shone in your eyes.

“I’m sorry she had to see…”

Beau’s gaze was heavy as he sighed and nodded again in agreement.

“I’m sorry you had to see it too,” he said. “And I’m sorry for your loss. For your friend.”

You took in a shuddering breath. New tears found familiar paths down your cheeks.

“Best friend, since college,” you said.

Beau took that in, before he asked you about the day’s events. You had to explain about Mary going missing first, then Emily, and finally Luke, who still hadn’t been found. You told everything you knew from your perspective.

When you were done, Beau reluctantly asked about the Mary and Luke situation. Your lips pursed, but your upset wasn’t at the sheriff. You knew he had to ask these questions.

“We argued about it,” you admitted. “Me and Mary. I warned her not to get involved with him, and the way Paige left camp was just one of many…but still, I should’ve been there. I shouldn’t have let her go into the woods alone! I should’ve gone with her!”

By the end, your whole body wracked with sobs. You covered your face with your hands to try and get some semblance of composure, but you just couldn’t keep it together.

“Okay, okay,” Beau said gently. He laid a hand on your back and rubbed back and forth. “I’m sorry, darlin’. I am.”

You sucked in a few tremulous breaths, sniffling. You looked up at him with red, watery eyes. He gave you a half smile. 

“Sorry,” he repeated, this time for the endearment. “Like I said, got a bad habit of doin’ that.”

You shook your head with a weak curve of your lips, despite how your lower lip wobbled. 

“It’s okay,” you said. 

But it wasn’t. Nothing was. 

You didn’t think you’d ever be okay again.

AN: 😥 I'm sorry about Mary, but I promise, it's all for a purpose, besides following canon. But let me know what you think! There will be much more of the reader and Beau in the next chapter, though you may not expect how their next meeting comes about...

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“We’re gonna start here in a few minutes, but until then, you can take a seat,” said Tom. “There’s also coffee and cookies over there, if you like.”

Coffee. Coffee was warm, and it might settle your nerves and help you perk up a bit. You thanked him and went for the carafes on a small table in the back. You poured some coffee into a Styrofoam cup and poured a little sugar and creamer into it, but after you took an experimental sip, you immediately regretted it.

Tastes like damn soil water! You made a grossed out sound and spat it back into your cup.

“Yeah, wouldn’t recommend the joe,” drawled a familiar voice. 

You turned sharply to find Sheriff Beau Arlen.

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close to home | chapter seventy five

close to home | chapter seventy five

plot: Daryl breaks a promise, and the reader goes after him

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Pairing: Eventual Daryl Dixon x f!reader Word Count: 4,050 Warnings: violence, blood, typical twd A/N: I've been on such a reading kick lately

The following days were a blur. After your panic attack, Daryl kept an eye on you. After your delirium from the waves of fighting walkers passed, you joined in with the rest of the community. You were doing better. And you were sure it was because of Daryl picking you over the community, even though it made you feel guilty. 

Despite the days moving quickly, they were long. Lydia was attacked, and Margo was accidentally killed by Negan. You and Daryl thought Negan was right but couldn’t do anything about it. Then the Whisperers attacked Hilltop, though there wasn’t any real proof. And Michonne took off with Judith to assist them. You stayed back to watch over RJ. Eugene left too after what happened with Rosita--which she happily told you while you and she hung out with your daughters. 

Daryl went with Carol to look for Alpha’s horde, which you fought him every step of the way. But you needed to know about the horde, and he promised he would stay on your side of the border. You believed him until they came back with a Whisperer. You wanted to throw him off a cliff for lying to you, but when you found out it was all Carol, your anger dissipated. You knew she wasn't in a good place. You’d found the pills. 

But then the Whisperer died. And then Siddiq was killed by Dante, and you and Daryl sat with Josie the entire night. He’d helped deliver her. If Dante wasn’t already dead, you would’ve killed him yourself for ever touching Josie. 

Then, a freak named Mary showed up and told Alexandria where the horde was if she got to see Earle’s son. And Lydia went missing after something happened with Carol. And if all that wasn’t the worst of it, finding Daryl’s note was. 

Gonna end this. I’m sorry. I love you. Don’t come looking for me. 

Well, you did exactly that. 

***

“You stupid son of a bitch,” You nearly yelled, throwing your bow down beside the fire. You didn’t care that you had an audience or the surprised--and then very angry--look that crossed your husband's features. 

“What the hell are ya doin’ here?”

“You taught me how to track, dumbass! Don’t you think I know how to track you, of all people?” You seethed. Your bag was heavy on your shoulders, and you dropped it. “You didn’t think I would come after you? Do you have any idea how stupid this is?”

Daryl grabbed your arm and pulled you a good fifteen feet away from the small camp, and you pulled your arm free after a few seconds. 

“Who has Josie?”

“Rosita.” You glared. “Why, Daryl? After everything that’s happened the past few days.”

“‘Cause I can’ stand lookin’ at ya during all this shit. I can’ stand knowin’ ya lookin’ over ya shoulder for Alpha. I want her dead.”

You crossed your arms. “I want her dead too, but you don’t just walk out like that. How would you like it if I did that?”

“I’d drag ya back by ya ass if ya did.”

“Exactly. We’re a team, Daryl. Since the beginning. Since the damn night we met and we fought our way back to my safehouse. I don’t appreciate this.”

Daryl sighed angrily. “Well, ya here now. Exactly where I didn’ want ya.”

“Josie needs her father.”

“She needs her mother, too.”

Your hard glare dropped. “She needs both of us, Daryl.”

His own anger seemed to deflate, and he nodded slowly. “‘M sorry. Just want this over.”

“I know. So do I. But we work better together, and you know that. So let’s find this mother fucking horde and get home to our daughter.”

Daryl shook his head, but it wasn’t like he had any other choice. “Can’ believe ya fuckin’ followed me out here.” He swung his arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes at the embrace. 

“Well, next time don’t be such a dumbass and I won’t have to.”

***

The next day, you found the valley that the horde was supposed to be in. But it was empty, and you didn’t know if you were happy about it or pissed off. Everyone seemed to be the latter, but it wasn’t something you had to worry about this exact second.

You’d only walked about a mile before you came across a river, and Daryl thought Lydia would’ve followed it. You were set to keep following him when you turned back and noticed Carol had stopped by a tree. You inwardly sighed--you couldn’t keep up with her lately, no matter how hard you tried to be there for her. 

“Carol, let’s go,” You called out to her. You knew Daryl was behind you when you felt his hand brush against your backside. 

“You guys go ahead. I’ll meet you.”

“We should stay together,” You said, but she was already walking toward a small field about twenty yards away. 

You glanced at Daryl, sharing an exhausted expression, and followed after her. When she started running, you looped your bow over your shoulder and picked up the pace, a train of obscenities being muttered under your breath. 

You were breathless when you came to a trench, a few dead walkers on the ground. Daryl was fighting off a few walkers, and he looked at you for only a second. “Go, get her ass outta there!”

Magna pushed you forward, and you jumped into the trench and pulled yourself out of it, running toward the opening toward whatever structure was ahead. You were going to kill Carol. 

It was dark and much cooler in the structure than it was outside, and you paused beside Magna momentarily. But then you heard Carol scream and you quickly ran after her. 

“Carol!” You yelled. 

“Oh, shit,” Magna cursed, grabbing onto your arm. The weight of her body pulled you forward, and your feet slipped. 

You screamed as you dropped a good ten feet, landing on rock. You didn’t have time to focus on your vision before your body rolled. You tasted blood in your mouth as you fell from another ledge and landed harshly on the rock below. You heard your friends landing around you as well. 

“Mother fucker,” You cursed, spitting out blood as you rolled over onto your side. Your back ached, and your lip was bleeding from where you must’ve bitten down on it. 

“Are you okay?” 

You glanced at Carol, who was dusting her shirt off. She helped you up as you replied, “Just peachy.” 

You heard your name echoing from above, and you thanked God that Daryl was still up there. “Daryl, don’t come down--.”

You cringed as you heard your husband fall and took a step back when you saw him come down. He landed with a groan, and you were immediately kneeling by his side. “You alright?”

“Ya bleedin’,” He said, using his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth. 

“I’m okay,” You said, standing and helping him to his feet. 

You set your hands on your waist as you looked around the cave, trying your best to ignore the groans of walkers below you. You cursed under your breath and grabbed Daryl’s hand as Jerry yelled for everyone’s attention. You looked over to where he pointed, and that was when you saw Alpha. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as memories of the barn filled you, and you took a step backward. Daryl squeezed your hand and pulled you closer to him. You could’ve sworn you could feel the tip of her knife dragging across your arms again. 

There was a lump in your throat as you looked back at Daryl. “Just take a breath.” He told you. 

Nodding, you did as he asked and looked back to where Alpha was, but she was gone. You took another deep breath and looked at Aaron, who was against the wall you fell from. 

“Okay, maybe we can get back up,” Aaron said. “If we can get one of you women up there…”

It was a no-go. They tried to lift each and every one of you, but none of you could get a grip. Besides, the wall beyond that was too high. 

So you grabbed Daryl’s flashlight and looked around for any other way out of the damn cave. Water was running in from somewhere, and Daryl and Aaron were discussing how to get out of there. You noticed a chain of boulders that looked close enough to jump to, and they stretched across to the other side. 

“Shine the light for me over there for me,” You handed the flashlight to Daryl. 

“What are ya thinkin’?” Daryl asked but shined where you pointed. 

You didn’t reply and took a few steps back. Without a word, you ran the few steps to the ledge and jumped. Daryl immediately yelled after you as you landed on the first boulder, your knees buckling under the weight of your bag and weapon. But your boots were steady, and you stood straight up. 

“(Y/N), are you crazy?” Carol yelled. 

“Yeah, but she on to somethin’,” Daryl said. He pointed the light to the rock in front of you, and you took a deep breath, steadying yourself before you jumped again. 

You climbed around the formation, feeling wisps of fingertips touching your boots and back legs. But they couldn’t grab you. You glanced back at Daryl, who was following closely behind you. You looked back at the ground, who were all looking a little unsure. 

You kept moving, getting to the next boulder. It was there that you paused and took a deep breath and turned when Daryl called your name. He tossed you the flashlight, and you caught it one-handed, shining the light so he could get to you. 

“Knew I called ya crazy woman for a reason,” Daryl said when he was standing beside you. His arms were on either side of you, effectively pinning you to the boulder so there wasn’t a chance you’d fall or slip. 

“Gotta keep our relationship interesting, huh?” You gently teased, though you were sweating profusely and wanted to bang your head against the rock itself. “Starting to wish I never found your note, though.”

“One more jump, baby girl. Let me go first. I can help ya,” Daryl said. 

You wanted to roll your eyes and tell him that you’d been perfectly fine, but you knew he was only doing it because he loved you and because he was scared for you. So you shined the light onto the cave wall, with just enough room to jump onto. 

When he was on the other side, you tossed him the light and then jumped yourself. His arms were around your waist, and he pulled you tightly against his chest. You could feel his hands shaking as he urged you forward while he waited to help everyone else. 

You watched from a safer place as the rest of the group slowly made their way to the other side, and then you sighed with relief when everyone was over safely. Then you followed Daryl through a tunnel, your hand gripping tightly to the back of his vest.

When you reached a larger area, Daryl dug out his matches and handed you a few. While he told Connie to keep everyone, you lit the match and walked slowly, trying to find a cross breeze. 

You tuned out the conversation happening behind you as you glanced at Daryl. You paused momentarily, admiring his form and the pull of his arms as he held up the match. Shaking your head, you turned around and got back to work. 

“Pst.”

You walked over to Daryl and watched the flame find wind. You smiled and looked up at him. “Nice job, sexy.”

Daryl grunted and put the match out. “Nice thinkin’ with the jumpin’. Gonna have to curse ya out later for it, though.”

You stood on your toes to give him a quick and private--thanks to the boulders--kiss. “You’re welcome for saving your life for the thousandth time.”

***

About an hour later, you sat against a rock wall with your heavy head on Daryl’s shoulder. A half-empty skin of water lay between you two, and you had long since intertwined your fingers. 

Daryl’s thumb was absentmindedly rubbing against your hand while he chewed on his other thumb, and no matter how many times you swatted it away, it was there again in a few minutes. 

“So,” You whispered low enough so nobody would hear. “Ever wanna do it in a cave?”

Daryl snorted. 

“We could find some dark corner,” You teased. 

“Ya ain’ quiet enough, darlin’.”

You smiled and squeezed his hand momentarily before kissing his shoulder. You looked up in time to see Carol headed toward you. “I’ll let you two talk,” You said. You knew very well of the tension between them since everything happened with Lydia and just in general. She hadn’t been the same since she got off the boat, and you knew Daryl was missing his friend. 

Carol smiled as you passed her, and you walked over to where Jerry was sitting. You smiled widely despite how tired, hot, and sweaty you were. “Jerry, my main squeeze,” You collapsed beside him, setting your bow aside. “How are you holding up?”

The two of you murmured, swapping stories of your children. It was the only thing that kept you from falling apart. Getting back to Josie. You would be damned if you let anything keep you from seeing your daughter. 

You’d just settled into a nice silence when you heard Magna screaming ‘skins’. You were on your feet immediately, grabbing your bow and getting an arrow ready. With hardly any light in the cave system, your fingers twitched in anticipation as you followed Jerry toward Magna. 

Rounding the corner, you only had a second to see Magna fighting off a freak when another one dropped before you. They swung their arm at you, and you jumped backward, dropping your bow in favor of the machete at your hip. You ducked underneath their next swing and drove your knife up into their stomach, lifting it as high as you could. Then, with a swift pull, you yanked it to the side. 

Warm guts hit your boots, and the freak dropped dead just in time for another one to approach you. Before they could make the first move, a knife embedded itself in the back of their skull, and when the body fell, Daryl grabbed your arm and handed you your bow. 

In the distance, you could see the last of the freaks running off. You nodded your head toward it, and Daryl yelled for everyone to follow. 

You ran for a good few minutes before you lost the figures, and everyone around you needed to stop. You took a deep breath and wiped your sweat from your forehead. You lowered your bow and slung it over your shoulder. 

When Jerry found an arrow, you all decided to follow it. If freaks got in, then you could get out. So you followed the arrows until you reached a gap in the wall, and Daryl picked up their trail. You watched anxiously as your husband walked through the tight funnel, and you kept an arrow in your bow in case something happened. 

After a few minutes, he gave the signal, and you were the first one to follow him. You fit through the tunnel easily and caught up to Daryl within thirty seconds. You grabbed the back of his vest again until he reached behind you and took your hand in his. 

***

“How ya doin’?”

“Oh, I’m just snug as a bug,” You retorted, pulling your body forward in a painful army crawl. You could feel your jeans rip over a particularly sharp rock, and you bit your lip to stifle a colorful choice of words. 

You focused on the light above you and the bottoms of Daryl’s boots. It was the only thing keeping you from freaking out. You weren’t claustrophobic by any means, but the idea of being sandwiched between tons of rock and who knows how far underground made you want to cry. 

Still, you were doing better than Carol. 

You wanted to cry with happiness when you saw Daryl pull himself out of a hole and then shine his flashlight toward you. “Hand up ya bow first. Gonna be a tight fit.”

“That’s what she said,” You laughed humorlessly as you struggled to get the bow off you and then send it up toward your husband. You could just barely make out the glare he sent you, and then you actually did laugh. 

His hands wrapped around your wrists, and he helped pull you the rest of the way out. When your feet were on the ground and you were finally standing upright, you threw your arms around him and kissed him. 

When you parted, you grabbed your bow. “Don’t act like you don’t like my jokes.”

“Ya got jokes all damn day, every day, since the damn prison.” He replied, shining the light back into the hole, where you could see Kelly slowly making her way. 

You smiled and leaned against the rock, reaching out to pinch his ass. Daryl jumped and smacked your hand away, which made you laugh. 

“Can’ ya ever take anythin’ seriously?”

Your smile widened, and you shook your head. “Gotta try and keep my mind off of our impending deaths for a little while.”

“Ya ain’ dyin’. ‘M gettin’ us home to Josie.” 

***

When the tunnels led you all to an old mining setup, and after you found Alpha’s horde, you sighed with relief. It meant that there was an exit. And you’d see the sky soon. 

So when Daryl found the sun streaming through the ground above you, everyone jumped at once to start clearing a path to dig out of there. But nothing made you more nervous than Kelly finding dynamite, and you prayed that nothing bad would happen. 

“Ya seen Carol?”

You looked up from the pile of rocks you and Connie were moving, and you shook your head. “I thought she was with you guys.”

“‘Mma look for her, ya stay here and keep workin’.”

You hesitated but nodded. She couldn’t have gone off far, and Daryl wouldn’t leave you for long. So after he squeezed your forearm, he went to find her. 

You’d only been working with Connie for a few more minutes before you heard an explosion, and everything around you started to shake. Dirt fell into your eyes, and you cursed loudly, stumbling backward before someone grabbed you. Fingers worked at your eyes, and when you opened them, you saw Connie signing to you. 

Are you okay?

Yes.

“Come on!”

You grabbed your flashlight and shined down the tunnel where Daryl had gone, but you couldn’t see a damn thing. “Son of a bitch,” You muttered before you walked forward. 

An arm wrapped around yours, and you were pulled back by Magna and Connie. “What are you doing?”

“They could be hurt,” You stressed. “I’m not leaving my husband down here or Carol.” You pulled your arm away from Magna’s and took off. You knew they followed you by the sound of their boots, but you didn’t stop. 

When you saw the glow of a lantern, you nearly cried and ran up to Daryl and Carol; the ladder hurt. You wrapped an arm around her waist and helped Daryl get her back to where your exit was. 

“Aaron and Kelly, we got freaks up there!” Jerry strained as he tried to keep the post up. 

“You need to go up first. She can’t climb out!” You yelled to Daryl. When you saw the hesitation on his face, you yelled louder, “Go, dammit! You need to pull her out.”

Dirt was spilling from everywhere, and you coughed loudly as you pushed Carol up. She struggled, and Magna had to help you push her until Daryl had her. 

As you strained, you saw movement in the distance. “Freaks!” You yelled. 

You heard Magna curse loudly. You glanced at the hole above your head, where you could see Daryl getting Carol out. Then you looked at Jerry, who was struggling with holding the post. 

You took a deep breath and wrapped your hand around your machete. Then you ran after Magna, toward the freaks. 

There was barely any light, and you struggled as dirt continued to rain down on you. But you could see figures, and you swiped your machete at each one. Tears burned your eyes from the dirt, and you felt warm blood spray on your face. 

“Get out of here!” Magna screamed. 

You saw her go down, and you quickly stabbed one of the freaks in the head before running over to her. Connie was struggling toward you, weapons raised. But she was signing something you couldn’t see, and you helped Magna. 

The ground shook before you heard the explosion. The ceiling was coming down, and wooden beams were falling. You couldn’t see Magna or Connie through the cloud of dirt. The last thing you heard was the sound of Magna’s screams. 

***

Daryl squinted in the sunlight as he dragged Carol’s body backward. She was nearly unconscious, and Daryl knelt down for a moment, shaking her head. When her eyes blinked slowly, and she nodded, he took a second to look for you before he stood up and ran back over to the hole in the ground. 

“(Y/N)?” He yelled, watching Aaron pull someone up from the hole. His stomach twisted in a knot when he saw it was Jerry he was pulling up. “Where’s (Y/N)? Why didn’ ya send her up first?” He yelled as Aaron helped get Jerry out. 

The ground started shaking, and Daryl’s eyes widened as he realized what it was. “(Y/N)!” He made a beeline for the open hole. 

“Daryl!” Aaron yelled, throwing himself against Daryl’s body and sending them rolling down the hill. 

Shards of rock blasted up from the ground and rained around the group. Daryl covered his head as he struggled against Aaron. When the ground settled, and Aaron let him go, his knees went weak. 

“No!” He screamed, running toward the pile of rocks. “(Y/N)!” He climbed over the debris, and when he saw the cratered hole the explosion left, when he knew the roof had collapsed, he sank down to his knees to dig through the debris. 

He could barely hear Kelly crying; he could barely hear himself crying and grunting with the weight of each rock he threw as he dug. 

“Daryl…”

“We gotta dig!” He yelled. “She’s down there, we gotta get her out.” 

“Daryl… it’ll take us a week to dig this.”

“Then help me!” Daryl screamed. “That’s my fuckin’ wife down there.”

“We can’t,” Kelly yelled through thick tears. “This blast is going to call walkers and Whisperers from a hundred miles from here. We don’t want our backs pressed up against this mountain when they come. We can’t save them if we’re dead!” 

Daryl stared at the pile of rocks as tears fell from his eyes. You couldn’t be dead. You couldn’t be dead. He repeated it over and over in his head. And then his grief, his desperation, turned into white, hot rage. 

He walked away slowly and looked at Carol. 

“Go ahead and say it to me. I deserve it.” Carol cried. 

Daryl’s mind couldn’t even think of a response. All he could see was red. All he could feel was a level of anger that he’d never experienced before. 

“Just say it to me,” Carol said. “That’s (Y/N) down there. Our (Y/N). Your (Y/N). Just say it.”

He could see the desperation on her face. The guilt. The self-hatred. His jaw quivered in anger as he thought about you down there, about you being dead.

And then he found his voice. 

“If she dead, it’s on you,” He stressed. “And you will be dead to me.”

#daryl x y/n #daryl dixion x reader #the walking dead daryl #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon #twd #daryl x you #daryl twd

[spatialwave]

Okay so I know you’ve done Jordan being protective and jealous for Marie but do you think you can do something about Marie being protective or jealous for Jordan. Like someone is flirting with Jordan and Marie “accidentally” spills her drink on them or she stops someone from attacking Jordan from the behind. Thank you!

protective/possessive/jealous marie is what we deserve. word count: 790

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marie was never the type to get jealous. as a young girl she had a crush here and there, finding herself befriending the green-eyed monster when they'd 'fall in love' with someone else. typical elementary-age feelings.

once she was transferred to red river institute she kissed love and all those lingering feelings goodbye. she didn't have time to feel that way anymore; she dealt with her grief and then focused on getting out of facility life.

that was until she met jordan li. an insufferable person who got under her skin... until they didn't. it was a complicated mess and within a week of attending god u she found herself shoving her tongue into their mouth.

it was a flurry of emotions and whenever she thought about jordan it always ended with butterflies swirling in her stomach. it was sweet at first, but then she was greeted by the green-eyed monster once more.

she hated it. there was no reason she needed to get so damned jealous when jordan was simply talking to other people. the two of them had even gone as far as to clarify that they were in a relationship and she was still having these thoughts. she trusted and loved jordan? why was this happening?

marie opened up to emma about it and was met with nothing but empathy. apparently, it wasn't as rare as she thought.

the feeling had lessened the more time they spent together, but what she wasn't ready for was a night out at the club.

their friends all decided to sneak out one night to reminisce over old times. marie couldn't keep her eyes off of jordan the entire time, who was wearing tight black dress pants and a slim black shirt that accentuated the way their silver and pearl necklace hung over their collarbones. just the sight of them made her mouth water.

the two of them were inseparable for most of the night, their hips rolling against each other as they danced to the music, alcohol flowing through them. it was a perfect night. perfect until jordan went to go grab another drink for themselves.

marie kept her eyes on them as she sat beside emma, chewing on her bottom lip as she watched their male frame lean over the counter and summon a bartender with just a smile and wave of their hand. that's where the possessive thoughts started flooding in.

mine, mine, mine.

a wicked smile grew on her lips as she admired their beauty but vanished within seconds when the figure of a redheaded woman slid beside jordan. it was fine. she was just ordering a drink. fingers gripped on the glass of her vodka cranberry and she took a deep breath.

it wasn't fine. it stopped being fine when she turned and smiled at jordan, long-nailed fingers caressing a full martini glass. she leaned in and whispered something to jordan, a stupid smile on her lips.

marie couldn't exactly see how jordan was reacting because of their positioning, but she didn't care. it didn't matter.

emma's eyes widened when she saw marie stand up, about to call out to her and ask if she was going to the bathroom. then her eyes lingered to where her friend was heading and the blonde quickly took a long sip of her drink and settled in to watch.

with a fake smile and straightened posture, marie walked towards the bar, purposefully swaying her hips. she came in from behind the two of them, one hand carefully moving to the small of jordan's back while the other tipped her half-full glass onto the woman's shirt.

"oh, my god!" marie gasped, "i am so sorry!"

jordan had already been looking when they saw marie 'accidentally' spill the glass. their lips formed into a smirk. thank god she came to save the day.

"do you need help cleaning it up?" she asked, her wide, brown eyes feigning guilt as she grabbed napkins from the bartop and held them towards the woman.

"no, no, it's okay." the unknown woman answered with an awkward, panicked laugh. she didn't stay long, especially with a pink stain on her white top.

marie's smile had dropped the moment she left, looking at jordan with an unimpressed look decorating her face.

"woah, why are you looking at me like that?" they asked with a playful look flickering in their eyes, straightening up from leaning over the bar, a full glass now in their hand, "that was hot, baby. you should do that again sometime." their lips curved into a wide smile, chewing on their bottom lip.

"don't baby me." marie muttered back, her hand still on the small of their back, "you owe me a new drink."

#limoreau #jordan li x marie moreau #jordan li #marie moreau #gen v #this one has me SCREAMING!!!! #also this is my first confirmed limoreau relationship fic #hehehe #spatialanswers #wordsbyspatial

[newtonsheffield]

Can we please see blushing all the way home for spicy Sunday!?

Okay, I probably do owe you guys this

Kate still wasn’t sure what had made her ask Anthony to come and see her in Edinburgh. Only that she’d spent every second of her spare time from the moment he’d dropped her at her doorstep in London with a soft kiss, thinking about Anthony. She’d thought about him when she sat down at the piano and a melody came to her so easily. She’d thought about him when she sat at Twickenham Stoop next to his mother, gallingly enough, wearing a Harlequins scarf. She’d known that people were whispering around her and at cameras were trained on her curiously. But it had felt so nice, watching Anthony grinning with victory, his hair sweaty when he pulled off his headgear, his chest heaving. It had shot something right through her, seeing him thrive in his environment, watching his muscles move powerfully as he ran down the pitch. Something entirely inappropriate given she was sitting beside his mother who was whispering the rules in her ear.

Kate had snuck into the changing room afterwards, watching men leave one by one before pushing inside. Anthony looked up in surprise, his hair wet from his shower, a towel tied low on his hips. Her eyes were glued to his chest for a long moment, his biceps flexed as he ran his hands through his hair.

“I um… how did you get in here?”

Kate shrugged, “I’m Kate Sharma.”

Anthony raised his eyebrows, “I… know, we’ve met.”

He rolled her eyes, “I can pretty much get in wherever I want.”

Anthony grinned, pulling his shirt over his head, “Lucky me.”

“I had fun today, with your Mum-”

“I’m sorry about that, she did say she might not be able to make it today and then she surprised me.”

Kate shrugged, “I liked seeing you do your thing. It was kind of… sexy.”

His eyes brightened, and he took a step towards her, “Really?”

Her hand twisted in The front of his shirt, pulling him down until their lips met gently and heat coiled in the pit of her stomach. “Really.”

“I want to see you again.” He said gently, his arms still around her waist and her chest ached for how settled she felt already with him.

“I’m… kicking off shows in Scotland. Sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. Don’t be sorry for that.”

“You could always… come meet me there?”

Anthony’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Oh!”

“I know you’ve seen the show before, you don’t have to watch it but you could drive up, we could hang out after.”

Anthony scoffed, resting his chin on the top of her head, “Come on, I want to see you do your thing too. You’re incredible.”

Part of her hadn’t really believed when she’d told the security guard at the back door of the stadium that he would come. Even when he took a video of himself in his Range Rover, sunglasses on smiling as her voice blasted through the stereo, one of her tour shirts on his chest, she’d told herself not to get her hopes up. She’d even been a little surprised when Sophie had walked into her dressing room,

“Anthony Bridgerton is here.”

Kate had felt Mary’s eyes on her when she cleared her throat, “Oh, um, yeah. I had a ticket set aside for him, but he can come back here first.”

“Things are going well with him.” Mary hummed, “You’re happy.”

Kate nodded, trying not to think about it, “Yeah, um… he’s very sweet I… like him a lot, actually.”

“And is he… our…? Boyfriend?”

She shrugged, her cheeks burning, “He’s… we’ll see.”

Her heart fluttered in her chest when Anthony appeared with a bouquet of flowers, smiling nervously. He seemed at ease when he met Mary, nervous but comfortable in this new space, his arm around her waist.

“You’re so beautiful.”

“You’re a real smooth talker.”

Anthony blushed a little, “I’m just… very excited to see you again.”

Kate cleared her throat, “I um… I saved you a seat in one of the boxes. It’s a pretty good seat, I think.”

Anthony blinked at her, “Oh, is it cool if I just watch you from backstage? Then I can see you in your little breaks.”

She stared at him, her stomach swooping. “Yeah, if you want to hang out with my Mum and Sophie?”

Anthony grinned, “I want to hang out with you, and I’m pretty sure your Mum will have some very cute pictures of you learning the piano.”

She could still feel the buzz of adrenaline as the crowds roared behind her when she walked offstage for the final time and her stomach flipped when she saw Anthony smiling at her, holding out a towel.

“Hey.” She said a little awkwardly as she dabbed the sweat off her brow. “Did you have fun?”

“Hey?” Anthony chuckled, “Hey? You’re going to be that casual after just… proving to me again that you’re… literally the greatest performer I’ve ever seen?”

Her cheeks flushed with the praise, but she wasn’t quite sure what to say. “Thanks,”

“Kate, honey,” Mary hummed, kissing her cheek, “You were incredible, but I’m going back to the hotel, it’s late for an old woman. Does… your friend need a car called?”

Anthony’s hand tightened on Kate’s hip and he sent her a questioning look, no force behind it, no judgement.

Kate rolled her eyes at her mother’s very pointed exit, “I um… actually think Anthony and I are gonna hang out back at the hotel.”

“Are we?” Anthony gasped and Kate bit back a curse.

“Yes. And he drove here so… we’re good.” She turned to Sophie, “You can take my car back.”

Anthony waisted like a gentleman insistently in the hallway while she changed her clothes and something about it, despite the fact that she was inviting him back to her hotel was so endearing it made a lump appear in her throat.

Anthony held his hand out when she slipped out of the room, smiling at her and it made her heart pound. Just like it had when they’d sat on the grass in that garden and she’d thought how easy it would be to fall in love with him. She’d thought the same when she’d lain in bed and her eyes drooped but neither of them wanted to hang up the phone.

His hand was gentle on her thigh as they made their way through the traffic and she could feel her skin prickling at such a simple touch. Gentle and soft and reassuring.

“Where’s my little buddy?”

“He’s back at the hotel, probably snoring away by now.”

Anthony chuckled, “Bless him.”

She cleared her throat, “I um… Sorry that we haven’t been able to spend a lot of time together.”

Anthony’s brow furrowed, “I… Kate, you’re busy. I knew what I was getting into when I asked you out. You’re successful and I’m sure you’ve been with plenty of guys that needed you to coddle their ego but that’s not me. I’m confident with who I am, and I don’t need you to make yourself smaller for me.”

She wasn’t sure what to say, she wasn’t sure of anything but the way that made her stomach burn for him. She waited until he pulled to a stop at the valet stand before she reached over, tilting his chin down. His lips were soft under hers but his kiss built slowly, the heat in her stomach growing and growing until-

“We should get out of the car for this.” Anthony gasped, his forehead pressed against hers.

“Yeah, let’s get out of the car.”

She was sure people stared at them, as they made their way into the hotel with Anthony’s arm around her shoulders and the hood of her sweatshirt pulled over her head and made their way to the lift, flanked by security.

“You can leave us here, thanks. Have a nice night, guys.” Kate said before the lift doors closed and then they were alone again.

“You know…” Anthony mused, his lips pressed against her neck. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had sex when a staff of… fifteen know about it.”

Kate chuckled, letting her hands run through his hair, pulling him closer. “Technically my mum isn’t staff.”

He laughed and the sound vibrated against her “Fourteen then. My apologies.”

“and why are you so sure we’re going to have sex?” She spun in his arms and watched his face go pale and his mouth drop open.

“I’m… so fucking sorry. You said hang out and then you kissed me and I thought- Fuck.”

She laughed, and pulled him down until her lips met his again, her tongue tangling slowly with his. “I’m just fucking with you. We’re having sex.”

The lift door opened and Anthony looked dazed as she lead him out into the room. Anthony let out a low whistle as he looked around. “This is fancy.”

Kate nodded, pulling off her sweatshirt. “Yeah, It’s… a lot I get that but I spend a lot of time travelling and I just want to be comfortable I guess.”

“You have a piano in here. Like an actual bloody grand piano.”

“It’s just a baby grand.”

“Oh, it’s just a baby grand.” Anthony teased, his hand cupping her cheek.

“I never ask for a piano, there’s just… always one in here when I get here. Good for writing I guess.”

“Will you play me something?” His eyes were gentle, “Something no one else has heard yet.”

Her stomach churned when she thought of the song she’d written for him. Only half done. “Maybe later.”

She let her hands trail down his chest, her fingers twisting in the hem. Anthony’s breath shuddered in his chest, “Later’s good for me.”

His lips met hers again, that same kiss, building slowly, heat licking at her stomach as the tension grew between them. His hands slid to her thighs and tugged her legs around his waist as she tugged his shirt over his head. He shivered under her touch as he walked them through the room, giggle rising in their chests as they bounced off walls, and Anthony tripped over his sneakers. He dropped her gently on the bed, staring down at her hungrily. He stepped towards her but Kate shook her head.

“Jeans off.”

Anthony hesitated, squinting one eye. “I… would like to do that. But… I’m not wearing any underwear and I don’t want you to think I’m a creep.”

Kate blinked, “O…K?”

“I just… am not a jocks guy outside of my matches.”

“Okay.” Kate clicked her tongue, adding it to the list of things she knew about him, “Pants off.”

She tugged at her shirt, pulling it over her head as Anthony hurriedly shimmied out of his jeans, kicking them off awkwardly to the side. He was bare in front of her, his hands on his hips as her eyes raked over him.

“So… this is me.”

Kate chuckled, marvelling a little at how she didn’t feel self conscious at all, with Anthony’s eyes staring hungrily at her “I like you.”

“You’re… very very beautiful.” Anthony breathed, his fingers twitching in her direction. “And I like you a lot.”

“Do you maybe want to come over here then?”

“Yes.” It was nearly a groan and his hands were warm on her hips as he tugged her forward and his knee pressed between her legs. Her fingers twisted in his hair and tugged his lips down to crash against hers again. His tongue slipped over hers, and her chest felt tight as his weight settled on top of her, comforting and soft and somehow still so powerful. She ground against the friction of his thigh and swallowed Anthony moan on her tongue. She let her teeth nip at his throat as it bobbed with his convulsive swallow.

“Fuck, do you have any idea how much I want this?”

The rasp in his voice made her spine shiver and she nodded as his fingers trailed up her thigh, warm and a little rough. “I hope as much as I do. It’s pretty much all I’ve thought about.”

Anthony, tilting her chin so their lips met again, rougher this time, filthier, their teeth clashing, gasps rising in their chests as his fingers slipped between her legs.

“Is this okay, Babe?”

She bit back the whimper that rose in her chest, holding him closer as her hips rocked against his hand, “Yes, yeah, it feels so good.”

His smile was so beautiful, even as he swallowed at the feeling of her, he encouraged her to rock against his hand, the muscles in his arms flexing under her hands as her fingernails bit into his skin. Heat was curling tighter and tighter in her stomach, her breath gasping against him, eyes screwed shut against him.

“Hey,” His voice was gentle and her eyes flew open to find him staring down at her, “Look at me.”

That was all it took for her to fall apart, a gasp falling from her lips as she shuddered against him. Anthony pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before he raised his fingers to his lips, his tongue wrapping around them. Kate moaned and Anthony let out a satisfied hum.

“I need to try that later.”

“I thought I was going to play for you later.” Kate chuckled, finding his lips again.

“Two birds one stone.” Anthony grinned. He tugged her up with him s he sat up, encouraging her to straddle him as his lips fell to her neck. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“A few times actually. I don’t think I’ve told you how handsome you are though.”

“Oh well, I’m listening now.”

She chuckled, swallowing Anthony’s moan as their hips ground together and Kate let out a muffled curse at the feel of him. The muscles of his stomach twitched under her hands and she tried to keep her voice even, “I really wasn’t ever into rugby guys.”

Anthony tried to raise his eyebrow but he shuddered as their hips met again, “Is that so?”

“That is so.”

“What about now?”

It wasn’t enough anymore, just grinding together, not for either of them, she could feel him holding back how desperate he was for it. “I think they’re growing on me.”

Anthony let out a strangled noise as they joined together, his fingers biting into the soft skin of her thighs and his eyes fluttered closed as his hips snapped forward and whatever air was left in her lungs disappeared. Anthony cheeks were flushed and sweat was beading on his forehead as they moved together, something more than the physicality of it growing between them. Anthony buried his fingers in her hair, pressing their foreheads together as his body started to shake and the moment stretched on between them. She could feel her thighs shaking and her entire body was on fire as their lips met again and again and-

“Oh fuck, Anthony!”

“Kate!”

They fell over the edge and Anthony fell back, Kate collapsing in a heap against his chest.

“I think I like Rugby players now.” Kate heaved and anything soft and warm fluttered in her stomach as Anthony chuckled.

“Yeah?”

“Yes. Super sexy thighs.”

#why can I not write spice without an entire story first? #blushing all the way home #spicy sunday🌶️ #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #kathony fic #bridgerton fic

[rosemaidenvixen]

Between Daylight and Darkness

Chapter 1

Next>

Ao3

“You have any idea what this is about?”

“Nope, Toby just said that Jim found something unusual and wants to meet up at his house to check it out,” Mary glanced down at her phone, rereading the text message that said as much.

First Jim ran out during the middle of history class, acting cagey the rest of the day, and now this. With the events of the past year fresh in her mind, she’d done her best not to push beyond asking if he was ok. Which Jim had brushed off with ‘I’ll tell you later’.

An honest answer for sure, but not a particularly reassuring one. Toby had promised to talk to him one on one later, which brought them all here. Obviously they weren’t going to push Jim if it was something private. But Mary would be lying if she said she wasn’t dying for some answers.

The three of them headed up the front steps of Jim’s house, Claire stepping forward to knock on the door. And after hearing Toby call ‘It’s unlocked’, let themselves inside.

Heading into the house, Mary saw Jim and Toby sitting in the living room, Jim clutching something shiny in his hands.

“Hey guys,” Darci tossed her bag aside and took a seat on the couch, Mary and Claire doing the same “What’s up?”

Jim hung his head and let out a shaky breath “So this morning, I overheard Eli saying something,”

“He better not be trying to get into the school’s basement again,” Mary mumbled.

The last time Eli’d tried to uncover the secret mafia treasure stash buried underneath the school, which by the way, didn’t exist, he’d busted a pipe and the entire school had to be evacuated and classes had been canceled for a week and a half while they mopped up the water and fixed everything.

She was honestly surprised he hadn’t gotten suspended for that.

“No not that, Eli was saying…he said on his way to school he saw monsters fighting under the canal bridge. Monsters with stone for skin.”

Just like that the atmosphere of the room shifted from casual to tense. All four of them sitting up at attention, eyes locked on Jim.

Claire ever so slightly eased herself forward “So were you…”

“That’s just the thing,” Jim propped himself up with his hands on his knees, looking around and meeting each of their gazes in turn “I was nowhere near the canals this morning. I stayed inside until I changed, then headed to Main Street to stop at the bakery and took the long way to school,”

Mary let out a small breath, tension she hadn’t even realized was building between her shoulders uncoiling. No one had spotted him, Jim was in the clear and his secret was safe. But this particular coincidence still cut far too close for comfort.

“Then later, during history class I heard something…someone calling my name. It kept getting louder and no one else could hear it but me so I ran out and followed it–”

Jim cut himself off and pulled in a deep breath “I followed it to the canal bridge, and I found this,”

He reached out and dropped something on the coffee table with a clang.

“This was the thing calling my name, I pulled it out of a pile of rubble underneath the bridge, it hasn’t said anything since,”

Jim sat back as the rest of them leaned in, staring down at the object on the table.

If she’d heard this story from anyone besides this specific friend group Mary would have laughed in their face and told them to come up with a more believable prank. Mary wasn’t laughing now.

Jim would never joke about something like this. And all five of them had seen far stranger things than talking inanimate objects.

Claire reached an arm out then hesitated “Can I…”

“Sure go ahead,”

Permission granted, Claire plucked the object up and held it up close to her face to examine it. Darci and Mary leaned in over her shoulders, watching with keen interest as Claire turned the object over in her hands.

“It kind of looks like…a pocket watch, or some kind of clock,”

Mary was inclined to agree, the object was a circle about the size of a phone, silvery metal framework and hands around a shimmering blue face with writing around the edge. But that was where the similarities ended. The language written on it wasn’t any Mary recognized, looking more like fantasy runes than anything else, the gears and hands inside enmeshed together in a jumbled mess unlike any clock Mary had ever seen.

Claire glanced up from the object back towards Jim “Can I try something?”

“Go ahead,”

She turned her gaze back down, raising a single finger to push at the largest hand “If I can just–”

Without warning the object shot straight out of Claire’s hands, making all of them jump, slamming into Jim’s chest and knocking him back against the couch with a grunt.

Before any of them even had a chance to react the object started whiring where it was pressed up against Jim’s shirt. Gears spinning and hangs ticking faster than Mary’s eyes could track, blue face flashing behind them, faster and faster and faster–

Abruptly the object froze with a resounding click.

A glowing ball of light drifted out of the object, all of them watching frozen in shock as the ball drifted up and vanished into Jim’s chest. Before she could even process what she’d just seen another ball of light floated out and drifted into Jim, then another, then two more– 

Mary felt a scream building in the back of her throat, only to be cut off in a strangled gulp as the entire room lurched. 

Her fingers dug into the couch cushings, desperately trying to steady herself as a wave of dizziness rocked into her. And when she saw strands of her hair drifting up and around her face, swaying in the completely still room, she knew that the sensation wasn’t just in her head. Pens, coasters, and various other small objects drifting up into the air around her.

Claire was able to anchor herself to, but Toby, Darci, and Jim weren’t so lucky, floating up into off the ground with shouts and yelps. Floundering in the air along with lighter pieces of furniture.

Mary’s heart was in her throat,  stomach doing flip flops, if she looked in the wrong direction or even thought about what was actually happening she was going to throw up. From out of nowhere there was a sudden burst of light in the air around Jim. And when Mary looked again a piece of metal, the same silver as the object, materialized in the air in front of him, then another flash, then another, light and metal filling the air around him.

Seeing the shape of the metal surrounding him Mary’s brain started to connect several sets of dots, but before the picture could take shape in her mind all the metal flew towards Jim in a blinding flash, knocking them all back and returning gravity to the room in an instant.

Mary sagged back onto the couch with a gasp of releif. Breath coming in sharp pants and trembling all over, fingers still in a death grip on the cushions. She shook her head to try and clear her vision only to freeze.

Jim was now standing there in the wrecked living room in a shining silver suit of armor, a large sword strapped to his back and the round object embedded in his chest plate. Staring at his gauntleted arms with eyes blown wide and jaw hanging open.

For a few seconds no one spoke. All of them, Jim included, standing there completely stupefied.

The silence was broken when Toby let out a low whistle.

“Now that’s what I call magic,”

Mary’s heart was still hammering, brain still reeling, dizziness from earlier not yet fully dissipated, but curiosity overpowered the shock and she pried her fingers off the couch and stood up.

This wasn’t any kind of costume or cardboard imitation, this was full on real deal metal plate armor. Enough to make Jim the envy of every history and ren fair nerd in the state. And that sword didn’t look like it was for show either.

Toby rapped his knuckles against his chest, producing a metallic ringing sound “Ok did any of the things you saw or heard this morning imply ‘magical suit of armor’?”

“...no I can confidently say that this came out of nowhere,”

“I’m kind of surprised you’re being so chill about this,” Mary walked up and leaned in to examine the object embedded in his chestplate, now softly ticking.

Jim let out an awkward chuckle “Oh I’m doing all my freaking out internally,”

“How do we know for sure that the armor itself is magic?” Claire joined them “For all we know it’s just a regular suit of armor,”

One of Darci’s eyebrows arced up “Claire I’m pretty sure that regular suits of armor don’t appear out of thin air,”

“But maybe it’s just the watch that’s magical and it summons a regular suit of armor?”

“Hang on I think I know a way to test that,” Toby rushed out of the room “Be right back,”

“Ok let’s just table the armor and its potential magical properties for the moment and go back to this,” Jim pointed at the object now embedded in his chestplate “What is it? Where did it come from? Why does it summon a suit of armor of all things!?”

Mary stepped in closer then froze once she spotted something on the watch, leaning her face right up towards Jim’s chest to make sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her.

“Uh Mary what–”

“The writing, on the watch, it’s in english now,”

“What!? What does it say?”

Mary squinted, craning her neck to read the circular script.

“For the glory of…Merlin…Daylight…is…mine…to…command…”

“Merlin!?” Darci started “Like ye olden times Camelot Merlin? I thought he was just a myth,”

“Most historians agree that Merlin existed as some kind of advisor to Arthur,” Claire sided up to Mary to stare at the object herself “But all the stories about him having magical powers were supposed to be exaggera–”

“I’m back!” Toby rushed into the room “With the proper equipment for scientific analysis,”

Toby came up to Jim and placed something against his armored shoulder. As soon as he took his hand away the object fell to the ground. Expression scrunched in concentration, Toby repeated the action twice with the same effect.

Mary glanced down at the objects gathering in a pile at Jim’s feet, it took a few seconds for her to recognize them as fridge magnets.

“Uh…Tobes what exactly are magnets supposed to tell us?”

“Traditional plate armor is steel based,” Toby said, placing another magnet on Jim’s chest only to have it immediately slide to the ground “Which means that these should at least stick a little, so the only explanation is this armor doesn’t have any steel in it at all,”

“So what would it be made of?” Darci stepped closer “Silver?”

“It’d be pretty crappy armor if it was made of silver,” Claire said “Platinum or titanium maybe?”

Toby grabbed Jim’s arm and lifted it up, bending the elbow back and forth “I’d have to do more testing to be sure, but I’m pretty sure it’s not any of those three. If it was silver I’d expect at least a little tarnish, and it feels way too light to be platinum or titanium,”

Jim huffed out a breath “Ok guys as fun as this all is I gotta take a break to–”

Abruptly he went ramrod straight, face going chalky.

“Jim?” Mary took half a step away from him “Jim what’s wrong?”

“I change in five minutes,”

“Oh….kay….”

“Guys there’s a reason I get undressed when I change. If just growing while wearing jeans sucks a suit of armor’s going to be….”

Mary could pinpoint the exact second everyone’s expressions changed from confusion to pure horror, hers included.

Oh shit.

“Ok we’ll get it off we gotta get it off,” Toby reached up, grabbed Jim’s chestplate and started tugging at it, Darci scrambled around and did the same at his back. But despite the two of them pulling with all of their might the armor wasn’t budging.

“Hang on I think I have an idea,” Claire dashed out of the room, the two of them still frantically pulling and straining at the armor while Jim stood awkwardly between them

Mary hung back, if Toby and Darci’s yanking wasn’t doing the trick hers wouldn’t make a difference. She kept trying to think around this, how was the armor attached, what was holding it in place–

“Step back!” Claire rushed back into the room, a metal spatula grasped tight in her hand. Toby barely had enough time to scramble out of the way as Claire charged at Jim, wedging the spatula underneath the object.

“Hang on,” Claire pressed the handle down further “Almost–”

Blue light erupted from the object, rocking the room with a wave of concussive energy, much stronger than the earlier one. Throwing couches and tables aside and slamming all four of them back.

Mary’s back hit the wall with bruising force, the air knocked from her lungs and vision flickering, a pained wheeze escaping her as she crumpled to the ground.

“Guys!” Jim raced around, whipping his head around the room towards each of them “Are you ok!?”

“Fine,” Mary’s voice came out coarser than she would have liked, gripping the side of an upturned bookshelf and pulling herself to her feet “Just a little bruised,”

The tension didn’t leave Jim’s face, glancing around at all of them and the scattered furniture “What the heck was– hrk,”

Mary knew Jim more or less shapeshifted from human to his blue horned form every sunset, even if she’d never personally seen it happen. But she’d been around Jim enough that she knew the process had to be quick, even if it involved growing horns.

The reality was even faster than she expected.

It reminded her of the time lapse edits in documentaries, showing tectonic plates pushing flat land into towering mountains over millions of years in a matter of seconds.

Pale skin darkened into blue, limbs lengthening and thickening, facial features shifting, fangs and horns appearing as rapidly and gently as frost disappearing. If she’d blinked at the wrong time she would have missed it.

She was so dazzled by Jim’s transformation it took her a few seconds to notice something equally shocking.

“Dude…” Toby whispered “The armor…”

Jim didn’t look up, busy staring down at his hands and arms, or more likely the armor that now fit them perfectly.

Somehow the armor had grown along with the rest of him.

“Ok, wow…” Darci whispered “That armor is definitely magic,”

Jim glanced up “Yeah I…I guess it is,”

Mary didn’t say anything but her mind was going a mile a minute. She didn’t have all the pieces yet, none of them did. But between the armor being able to ‘magically’ accommodate both of his forms and Eli’s claims of creatures of stone skin near where Jim found it, she had a gut feeling that whatever this object and armor were, they were connected to the magic that made Jim change every sunset and sunrise.

Now they just had to figure out how.

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #sunshine au #rmwrites #jim lake jr #toby domzalski #claire nuñez #darci scott #mary wang #between daylight and darkness #arcadia quintet

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Moving In - Billy Hargrove X Female (Henderson) Reader

Title: Moving In

Billy Hargrove X Female (Henderson) Reader

Additional Characters: Billy's dad (Mentioned), Max (Mentioned), El (Mentioned), Reader's mom (Mentioned), Hopper (Mentioned), and Susan (Mentioned)

| Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 8 | Part 9 |

WC: 1,859

Warnings: Mention of abuse, mention of a trial, insecurities, worries, embarrassment, just too cute to handle

There had been a trial. Neil Hargrove had been put away in prison for aggravated assault of a minor, felony assault in the second degree, and battery. He’s going away for forty years. Forty. It was hard. The trial. Hopper said it would be, especially for Billy and Max. Hopper got both You, Billy, Max, and Susan prepared to go up and testify against Neil. It took the jury only an hour to find Neil guilty of all charges. 

Now, a month later, Billy lay in bed. The morning sun shining through your windows, morning birds chirping a song outside. He had his arms wrapped around his sleeping beauty, who snuggled closer into his chest. Your soft hand fumbled gently with the Mother Mary necklace around his neck. Your eyes remained closed, still trying to wake up, as Billy continued to admire you, playing with your hair.

Billy couldn’t seem to look away from you. You were mesmerizing. Billy loved every moment with you. He loved waking up beside you, having your peaceful and beautiful face be the first thing he sees in the morning. He loved hearing your laugh, seeing your smile, being the reason you smiled. He loved you. It didn’t take long for Billy to figure that out. That he did hold great feelings for you. He knew there was something about you. 

At first, he was scared. The feeling that he had for you felt so real. But, so were yours. you, too, loved Billy. You loved seeing how peaceful he looked when sleeping, as if nothing ever bad ever happened to him ever. You loved his teasing. His laugh, and genuine smile. Oh, you loved his smile. One that wasn’t a smirk and wasn’t fake. One that you caused. You loved him. 

So, he confessed first, right there in your bedroom, only three weeks ago. He was nervous and worried the entire time. Worried you wouldn’t feel the same as he did for you. As he spoke, he couldn’t look at you, instead of staring at the floor. He had this whole speech all planned out, but instead once he looked into your eyes, that all flew out the window.

You were watching Bambi in your room, you snuggled next to him, head on his chest, his arm wrapped around you. But while you were watching the movie, Billy was in his head. Thinking, and not really paying the movie any attention. Billy was nervous, and you could tell. You could feel his heart beating fast. Billy was fidgeting with his hand in his lap, while his other hand was playing with your hair. He wasn’t paying any attention, and you didn’t mind, you just were wondering what he was thinking or worrying about.

Pausing the movie, you pulled out of his arms, sitting up and looking at Billy confused and slightly concerned. Billy looked nervous. His eyes told you so. 

“What’s wrong?” Billy looked nervous before putting on his fake brave face.

“Why’d you pause it?” Billy asked, trying to get out of the conversation.

“Cause’ you weren’t paying any attention to it. You love Bambi.” You expressed, and Billy gave a nervous laugh.

“Now, don’t plan on telling anyone that or I’ll lose my reputation.” He spoke and You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms.

“Stop trying to change the subject, I know something is wrong. You play with your hands when you are nervous about something.” You spoke, gesturing to Billy’s hands in his lap, stopping when he too, noticed.

Billy looked away from your and towards your bedroom wall, staring hard at your Prince poster. You gave him time, you didn’t want to rush him or make him feel too uncomfortable to tell you. Billy began to play with his hands again. Taking in shallow deep breaths. They sat like that for a long while. It felt like a long time for Billy when in reality, it was only a couple of minutes.

He wanted to tell you everything. How he never thought he’d fall in love with you. How he really just wanted to go out and buy and ring and purpose now. He wanted to move out of Hawkins and live together in California. He and you have some type of job, him surfing on his day off, and teaching you. He wanted to stay by your side forever. How could he tell you that without making a total fool of himself?

Billy finally looked at you, his nervous eyes meeting your concerned but hopeful ones. He had to tell you now or it was going to hold him down forever. He didn’t want to lose you. What if you didn’t feel the same? 

“When I first met you, I didn’t know I was going to catch feelings for you…” Billy began, watching as your eyes widened at his confession.

“At first I saw you turning me down as a challenge, but after a while, it didn’t matter anymore.”

You continued to sit there, silently, listening. Billy let out a huge sigh and raked a hand through his hair. A bit frustrated with himself. He was going to mess this up.

“What I am trying to say is that I… I love you.” He spoke, slightly rushed, looking anywhere but at You.

 It was silent again, Billy looking down at his lap, hands clasped together tightly as he drew up scenarios in his head.

“Oh, Billy, I only see you as a friend!” Was playing through his head. Hands reached down and grabbed both of his gently, causing Billy to look up to see a teary-eyed, but smiley You. 

“I’m sorry, I knew it was stupid to tell you-” You surged forward, your lips crashing into his.

Billy froze, realizing what was happening. He wasn’t dreaming. Billy reacted quickly, face flushing, gently bringing You closer, his hand on the back of your neck. Billy had never felt so weak when kissing anyone, but this kiss made his head so foggy, his stomach filled with butterflies, and his heartbeat so fast. He was absolutely lost in your kiss. Pulling back, breathless, he had this dopey smile on his face. You giggled softly, face red, raking your hand through his hair, pushing curls out of his face. 

“Love you too.”  You spoke, voice soft and whispery.

Billy’s face lit up like the Fourth of July, quickly wrapping his arms around yours and bringing you into a tight hug. You laughed gently, wrapping your arms around him as well, savoring the smell of leatyour and his stupid cologne. For the rest of the night, you watched Disney movies, tangled up in each other's arms, occasionally sharing a kiss or two, just simply being happy.

Billy reminisces then to a couple of days ago when he cleaned out his old room. Technically, since Niel left, Susan and Max had the house to themselves. Billy could stay there, it was still his home, but Mrs. Henderson said Billy could stay at your home. Billy chose the Henderson household, sometimes meeting Susan and Max on Fridays for dinner each week. But, in the last couple of days, You and he had been packing up his room, Max was seemingly excited since you had plans to turn it into a ‘hangout’ room for your and El. Even though Max was excited about the extra room, you were going to miss your brother maybe just a little bit. 

Billy was filling up a cardboard box with some of his more precious items, while You was in the kitchen with Susan. Stuffing clothes into the box, you walked in, scoffing lightly.

“You’re just going to be wasting space, B.” You remarked, going over and taking out the crumpled clothes, beginning to fold them nicely. 

“Well, do you want to pack my room for me then?” Billy asked sarcastically, smirking as he sat next to the box on his bed.

You just rolled your eyes, a fond smile on your face. “No, I just want you to pack the right way.” You answered, placing the neatly folded clothes in the box methodically. 

Looking around the room, the two sat in silence. Billy thought back to his time in his room. The good times, and the bad times. There were more bad times than good times. There were so few good memories in that room that it felt like there were none at all. You also looked around the room. It was slightly more barren than usual. The shelves were cleared, blankets and pillows off the bed, desk in the corner empty of anything valuable. The walls still had many posters upon them, some of Billy’s favorite bands and women, you giggled mischievously at most of them. 

“Which posters do you want to keep? I think I have some room on my wall.” You asked and Billy looked around at the posters silently.

“Probably my Clash poster… I don’t know about the others.”

Billy spoke up and you nodded.

“Good, cause you ain’t taking that one.” You spoke up, pointing to the poster of the woman on his door, only to which Billy laughed at.

“I wouldn’t even dream of it, Beautiful. They don’t compare to you.” Before you could say anything back, your face read, Susan called for you from the kitchen.

“I’ll be back, make sure to pack your stuff in the right way.” You spoke, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before meeting Susan in the kitchen.

Billy sighed dreamingly, looking at the door from wyoure you left. 

“You’re whipped.”

Billy jumped, slightly started as he turned and saw Max pop in from around the corner.

“I am not, twirp.” Billy spoke up in defense.

Max shook her head before a smirk donned her face.

“If you asked you to do anything, you would probably do it.”

Before Billy could even say anything back, you walked back in, ruffling Max’s hair teasingly.

“Billy, I can’t reach most of the cups in the cupboard, could you help me?” You asked and Billy nodded, standing up and going to the kitchen with you in tow. 

Max smirked at the scene, her brother reaching up and helping you grab some cups. 

“Whipped.”

Billy knew he was whipped. Now, he wouldn’t tell anyone that, not even you, but he would do anything you asked him to do. 

Billy watched as you slowly opened your eyes, which twinkled in slight mischief.

“You’re staring.” You mimicked him from weeks ago, a small smirk on your face, as you rubbed your left eye. 

Billy said nothing but pulled you closer, you landing on top of him, your hair falling over your shoulder. You held yourself up, leaning over him as you giggled softly, your free hand gently playing with your hair.

“Good morning, B…” You spoke, leaning down and pressing a kiss on his nose.

Billy’s smile only grew into a playful one, before flipping you over, pinning you down to the bed. Leaning down, Billy pressed a soft but deep kiss to your lips, you kissed back, until he broke the kiss, a stupid love-grin on his face.

“Good morning, Beautiful.”

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Day 9 - Prompt: Wish @pandalilymicrofics

February Daily Series - 969 words

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By the time Pandora caught up with the three women and Peter, she was resigned to being ignored now that Lily didn’t have to speak with her to avoid being rude. She had a strong impression that appearances meant a lot to the woman. Unlike Pandora, she seemed to care deeply about what others thought of her, which was a bit baffling.

The taller woman (Allie, maybe? No. Alice?), had latched onto Lily’s arm the moment she was within reach and the pair whispered frantically while Mary chatted congenially with Peter. She walked a few paces behind them and studied Lily’s hair. It was loosely plaited into an elegant fishtail that bounced against her back with every step. Pandora was sorely tempted to tug on it like a schoolyard bully just to get her attention.

“What’s the verdict?” Alice said, head tipped toward Lily conspiratorially.

Lily shrugged lightly, then leaned in to whisper an answer that Pandora couldn’t hear. She strained her ears trying to listen in, but only Alice’s side of the conversation drifted back to her.

“Oh? Good for you.”

“I’m so envious right now, you have no idea.”

“I wish I could find…no, nevermind. I would faint.”

“Are you going to ask her out?”

Pandora had never been more invested in a conversation that did not include her. As badly as she wanted to know if the “her” was in fact her, she was content with the knowledge that asking out a “her” was an option for Lily. She was one step closer.

“Pandora, right?” Peter said suddenly, falling into step next to her. “You’re Sirius’s brother’s friend?”

“Yes, we are old friends. We came up in Paris together.” Pandora spoke as clearly as possible when she noticed Lily and Alice had fallen silent. “Sirius went to the UK about then, so I don’t know him as well.”

Peter nodded agreeably. “We met him in uni, but James and I have been neighbors for as long as I can remember.”

“Really? He seems nice. At least, he better be nice to Regulus.”

“I wouldn’t worry much about that. James is a complete simp. Have you seen the looks he gives Regulus? He’s done for.”

Pandora toyed with the tiny braid that had fallen loose from her barrette. “I have. Regulus is the same. It’s disgustingly cute.”

“Disgusting is right.”

Alice snorted a laugh, then quickly smothered it, giving them away for eavesdropping. She glanced over her shoulder with panicked brown eyes before stepping closer to Mary.

“Alright, which one do you fancy?” Peter whispered, circling a hand in front of her. “Apparently, Alice and Lily are a little obsessed with…whatever this aesthetic is that you have going on.”

Pandora eyed him curiously. “How do you know?”

“Alice lamented to Mary how envious she was that Lily had a head start when we were wandering about. Something about blonde “telescope and pretty rock girlies?” I’m not sure I heard that right.”

“Mmm, interesting. I don’t have a telescope, but Regulus does. I do like pretty rocks though.”

“So, which one?” he repeated, cocking his head with a grin. “You’re not subtle about watching them.”

Pandora sighed, then whispered back, “Lily. She’s so…lovely.”

“Good choice. Mary chastised Alice for being too afraid of rejection to make a move anyway.”

“Do you think Lily will? Or should I?” She wasn’t entirely sure why she was asking for Peter’s opinion, since he clearly didn’t know Lily either, but he was here and Regulus was not.

Peter studied the back of Lily’s head for a moment, then shrugged. “Depends on how soon you want to snog her.”

“Soon.”

“Then, you need to make a move. I don’t think she’s the impulsive type. Definitely more of a Type A.”

“Type A? Meaning?”

Suddenly, Lily swiveled around, clapped her hands together, and said, “Ready for lunch?”

After a chorus of agreement, they stopped at a group of food trucks on the roadside. Pandora was thrilled when Lily sat beside her on the curb. Once she’d finished her lunch, she folded her arms on her knees and rested her head on top. Watching Lily delicately eat her stir fry was far more interesting than watching the crowd. She cautiously picked up each piece of chicken or vegetable and studied it before bringing it to her lips, as though it might change shape, or turn rotten, between the plate and her mouth. Then, she closed her eyes and sighed as she chewed.

“Is it good?” Pandora asked.

Lily startled, meeting her gaze with wide eyes that reminded Pandora of the polished jade elephant on her shelf at home. They were a vibrant green with a faint burst of gold circling the pupil like a solar flare leaping from the surface of sun. Pandora could stare into them for hours.

“Yes, do you want some?” Lily offered, holding out her fork.

Without hesitation, Pandora leaned forward and opened her mouth. She didn’t particularly care what Lily put in it, if she was honest. Lily’s magnetizing gaze was locked on her lips, it was too tempting to ignore. This was one of those moments that Sirius went on about. Flickers of time, and the snap decisions made in those flickers, that changed everything.

The tip of Lily’s tongue swept over her bottom lip as she lifted the fork. She was intensely focused on the utensil’s trajectory. Pandora smiled as she accepted the sauce-soaked carrot.

“Délicieux, merci.”

“Yeah?” Lily breathed out, then she blinked rapidly in surprise. “I mean, yes, it is.”

When she looked away, Pandora tucked her chin into her elbow and grinned. She wasn’t sure if it was the French or the oddly sensual experience of feeding her that struck a nerve with Lily, but the light blush that dusted her cheeks was heart-stoppingly beautiful.

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It's your reward Millie Bright x Mary Earps x Reader

summary: You've scored the winning goal at the World Cup Final and you've got two women ready to give you your reward.

warnings: dom!millie, sub!mary, brat!mary, sub!reader, threesomes, sex toys, strap-on, cunnilingus, fingering, praise kink, daddy kink (only if you squint), this fic is actually too filthy to write out all the warnings

pairing: millie bright x mary earps x reader

word count: 8000+ [you're welcome ;)]

Just a side note, this was my biggest challenge yet so feedback would be appreciated! Also, there is definitely a shit-tonne of typos, but you'll let me off once you've read it

“I can’t believe you scored the winner!” Mary squeals in genuine excitement, throwing off her jacket and jumping on top of you as you sat on the bed. It was the night after the World Cup Semi-Final win and the entire team had been out partying, a lot of the attention all focused on you. All the kindness from the girls was something you never really got used to, it made you blush uncomfortably. Yet when it was Mary grabbing your face and telling you how happy she was for you, you melted into her touch.

“You played well darling; you made us both so proud.” Millie beamed; her eyes glowing at you as if she held sunlight in her gaze. You felt your cheeks flush, going all shy as you were sure that you must have been bright red at the praise you were receiving from both girls.

“All I did was kick it at the right time, you were the ones stopping them from beating us.” You spoke truthfully even though you knew that your goal was easily the best you’d ever scored. It flew into the top left corner and even you were shocked that it went in.

“God, so humble.” Millie teased, stroking a strand of your hair behind your ear, her thumb caressing against your blushing cheeks. “I think this all calls for another drink, go get that bottle Maz.” She instructed, gesturing towards the fridge that had an unopened bottle of champagne that Millie had bought in anticipation of the win that she knew deep down you’d have tonight.

“I don’t think she needs anymore alcohol.” You giggle, watching Mary walk to the fridge, clear to everyone in the room that she was beginning to feel the small effects of the alcohol she had consumed with the rest of the team. She popped open the bottle, overexcitedly cheering as the champagne began to pour from the top, clasping her tips over the leaking bottle to stop it from making a mess on the hotel floor. You and Millie were in stitches as you watched her chaos erupt in front of you both.

“The rest is for you, golden girl.” Mary smiled as the red returned to your calmed cheeks. She walked towards you, a stumble in her small steps as her thumb brushed your bottom lip, tipping your head back as she tips a little into your mouth.

“You really are our golden girl aren’t you.” Millie hummed, her hand still playing with your hair, taking a strand, and twirling it around her finger. Despite the small time you’d spent together as a three they both knew exactly how to make you squirm underneath them. Both of their hands on you and you were burning up in front of them.

“Watching you score that goal had made me so fucking hot for you.” Mary exclaimed, her body connecting with yours in a passionate flurry of arousal, straddling herself over your lap, your face in her hands and she pulls you in for a kiss. The feeling you got when her lips clashed into you, her heated frustration was contagious. She swiped her tongue across your lip, tasting the champagne on her mouth. Her tongue was moving with yours with such urgency that you didn’t see Millie reposition herself behind the other woman. Without hesitation, Millie pulls back on Mary’s ponytail, inciting a sharp gasp from the shorter woman.

“And what about you hm, making that incredible save against the best striker in the world.” She pulls Mary in for a rougher kiss, her head turned towards Millie at such an uncomfortable angle, but it allowed you the perfect view of Millie’s tongue swiping into her mouth, her hand reaching down to hold her by the throat. Their lips were moving together in such a way that made you wonder what they looked like together before they added you into the mix.

Everybody knew that Millie and Mary had been hooking up for months, they weren’t exactly subtle about it, making bold moves on each other at social events and then leaving together early on into the night. That’s why you were so confused when Mary made a move on you at the last Christmas party, that was until you found out that Millie had basically told her to do it. Mary had admitted that she was eager to hook-up with you and Millie wasn’t one to limit her, wanting her to do the things that made her feel the best she possibly could. Finding out that the two of them had discussed you in a sexual manner was something you found impossible to put to the back of your head and it all blossomed from that moment. Now here you were, Mary straddling over your thighs while Millie choked the woman who dominated you in such a way that you found it difficult to believe she was in this position.

“Now do you want to help me reward her.” Millie spoke into her ear, her heavy breath beating down against her neck, talking about you as if you weren’t underneath them both. Millie released her hands from her throat as she nodded eagerly, allowing her to turn back and look darkly into your eyes, her arms wrapping around your neck and pulling you back into a deep kiss. There was something about the way Mary would draw you into her body, making you tremble just at the feeling of her lips on yours. “What colour are you at?” She directed at you, you were fairly new to their dynamic and Millie liked to make sure that you were both entirely comfortable with everything she suggested.

“I’m completely green.” You smile, Mary nodding in agreement.

“Take her top off then baby.” Millie directed to Mary, the bed indenting slightly as she knelt beside you both. She complied immediately, never usually doing what Millie told her to do, but she wanted nothing more than to see your nipples harden when they make contact with the air of the room you all inhabited together. Once your top had come over your head, Millie’s fingers attacked the hair tie that was holding your hair loosely together, fanning your hair out over your shoulders.

You barely had time to think before you felt Millie’s hand snake around your body, grasping at your bare breasts, taking your nipple between her fingers, making you softly gasp into Mary’s mouth. This drove her crazy, her hips involuntarily grinding against your lap at nothing but the sound of you. Millie sensed her arousal and she wanted to make sure she felt as equally as important, finding great pleasure at having two women riled up in sexual frustration in front of her.

“I think you should get a reward too sweetheart.” She whispered into Mary’s ear, “You’ve made me so proud.” It was Mary’s turn to take Millie’s praise, both of you victims of her words that were making you simply kiss each other harder and with more desperation. Her hand found its way into Mary’s hair now, pulling her away from your lips and guiding her head towards your chest. Without much more prompt, Mary’s tongue swirled around the edge of your nipple, teasing you gently before taking it into her mouth. You feel your back arch against her lips connected to your chest so perfectly, your nipples hardening against her tongue as she increased her pressure, wanting to hear you moan so perfectly like she knows you can.

“I want you to ride her face while I give her a reward for playing so well.” Millie demanded and if you weren’t moaning desperately before, you certainly were now. Your eyes were wide, Mary’s gasp at the request vibrating against your nipple as she continued to tease you with her tongue.

“Is that okay with you baby?” Mary asks you, your breasts in her hands now as she kneads them underneath her palms, not wanting to let go of you as her desire to have you grew stronger.

“Fuck yes, Mary please.” You beg, her nails gripping into the sides of your chest at your pleading. She asked you with desperate eyes that you’d never seen before, she was usually so in charge of you and yet with one ounce of Millie’s praise and she was ready to give it all up.

Before you could even finish your train of thought, Mary was pushing you down the bed, sliding your skirt from your waist and both of the women smirk as they found nothing underneath. “Oh baby, you didn’t even wear underwear to the party.” Millie glowed, her proud smile telling you that you’d done something right. In Millie’s eyes you were the perfect submissive, you barely ever stepped a foot out of line, and you would do anything to make her happy with you. Mary was different. She challenged Millie a lot of the time, finding pleasure in being bratty, especially in comparison to you.

“Now my perfect girl, spread those legs for me, let me see how wet you are for us.” Millie had barely strung her sentence together and your legs were wide open, and Millie smiled down at you, dragging her fingers across your inner thighs. She could see you glisten on the inside of your legs, your lack of underwear meaning your arousal had spread down your legs.

“Mm absolutely soaking for us, and I bet this isn’t all from now, is it?” Mary asked you; her natural dominance always found a way to shine through, even when it was clearly Millie who held the control. You shook your head at her question, and you heard them both let out a scoff at the thought of your arousal starting to drip down your legs at the celebrations earlier just at the idea of coming back to this room with them.

You had your eyes shut in anticipation of what was to come, always feeling overwhelmed when the attention was completely on you. Mary was sat to the side of you, her clothes quickly chucked on the floor, her fingers pinching your nipples lightly, not enough to hurt you but enough to make you squirm under her touch.

“Mary baby, come keep her legs open and her mouth shut for me.” She instructs adding a sharp slap to her ass as Mary obliges, not even having to think about her body as she turns herself around. Mary knelt over your face, leaning down against your stomach, her hands gripping your thighs to keep them apart. Millie lies down between your legs, dragging her fingertip up and down your slit a few times, making you tremble at how light her touches were. As soon as Millie made contact with you, Mary let her body drop against your face and you followed Millie’s teasing on Mary’s folds, copying the same strokes she made but with your tongue.

Mary was anything but a quiet lover, she was the loudest of all three of you and those noises that she made was anything but innocent. You savoured the taste of her, this was one of your favourite things and they both knew this. You loved having her toned thighs squeeze against your head as she grinded down against your tongue, controlling her own pace as she rode your face. You remembered exactly how Mary liked to be ate, the exact twists and swirls of your tongue that made her head go fuzzy. You felt gentle kisses being placed against your clit, gasping against Mary which made her nails grip harder into your thighs, her hips moving against her will. The mix of Millie’s fingers teasing your entrance and the soft gentle movements of her lips against your folds was mind-blowingly pleasurable for such light touches.

“Fuck Fuck you feel so good, you’re so fucking good with that tongue of yours darling.” Mary gasped, her voice hitching over certain words as you quickened your pace, desperate to make Mary weak at the knees, you wanted her thighs to tremble around your face and you quickly gained this small pleasure. As Mary praised you, Millie teased a fingertip into you, her mouth around your clit making you a moaning mess against Mary’s cunt as the rest of her finger followed. Lost in your own pleasure you forgot to remember how Mary was staring directly at Millie going down on you along with slowly pulling her finger from your pussy before inserting it again, your arousal slick against her hand.

Once you were stretched around her finger you began to rock against Millies’s hand, giving her the signal that you were ready for her to thrust properly into you. Your moans were muffled and drowned out by Mary’s breathy gasps; the high-pitched sounds suddenly being cut off as Millie’s spare hand found its way around her throat. “God you both sound so fucking hot.” Millie let out, coming up for air and focusing on finding the points on Mary’s neck to clasp harder against, knowing that would send her into overdrive, her wrist slamming against your skin as she equally continues to fuck you at the same time.

Every time you felt Millie curl her fingers against your g-spot, the swirling of your tongue on Mary’s clit got quicker and you increased the pressure and you finally got what you wanted, her knees started to give way and you were convinced that the grip of her nails on your thighs was going to leave bruises. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop, your mouth feels so fucking good.” Mary managed to let out as Millie let go of her throat, allowing a full stream of oxygen enter her body.

“Don’t you dare fucking come Earps, I mean it, I want her to come first.” Millie ordered, her thrusts into you still getting quicker, her thumb nudging against your clit with every movement. Millie liked to dictate the act between you three, getting off on both of you listening and acting how she asks of you. She rarely got what she wanted as Mary enjoyed ruining this simple pleasure for her, and it didn’t look like this was going to change as you harden your tongue, flicking her swollen clit back and forth, knowing this would send her over the edge every single time.

“Mils she feels too good, I can’t stop, I want to cum on her face.” Mary gasped, her voice break paired with her shaking legs signalling that it was too late to listen to Millie’s orders now, she was going to cum on your face no matter what Millie wanted. You were beginning to get close, each thrust met with her thumb sliding against your clit.

“Mary, I’m warning you.” But by the time Millie had even finished her sentence, her words were cut off by Mary’s moans, her hips jerking uncontrollably against your face, you found your hands on her thighs, pulling her down closer as she rode out her orgasm. Before you had chance to join in on the high all contact from you was removed. You whined, your building orgasm stilling.

“You are so fucking good with your tongue.” Mary let out; her head hung as her body calmed after the shocks through her body started to relax. You were still underneath her, the frustration between your legs at the loss of contact so close to your orgasm doubling the arousal to your surprise. It had turned you on more than you thought it would.

“Clearly too fucking good considering you couldn’t do what I asked.” Millie growled, grasping a handful of Mary’s hair, and forcing her to meet her gaze. Millie was met with a smirk, no level of remorse shown for disobeying her orders and she knew that Mary was going to be as much of a brat as she could, like usual, still refusing to submit to her without a fight. “Get on your knees now.”

“Make me.” Even you knew that was a mistake as you felt Mary being forcefully pulled off your body, hitting the ground with a thump. You watched in suspense as Millie placed her on her knees, knowing that Mary needed more than you did to submit fully to her. Your eyes were darting back and forth between the two women, observing how Millie grasped Mary’s face in between one hand.

“You’re going to stay like this, you didn’t listen to me, and you need to learn to be more like y/n.” Millie demanded, looking directly into Mary’s eyes, her smirk wiped completely from her face, and you felt your legs squeeze together at the combination of the praise but also the view of Mary on her knees for her. “Don’t do anything stupid, trust me you’re on your last chance.” She warned, her thumb sliding down against her bottom lip. “Colour?”

“Green.” Mary revealed in true honestly. As much as she didn’t want to admit how much she was enjoying being forced onto her knees on the cold wooden floor, her gaze still being able to catch glimpse of you lying there in suspense of what was left to come, she wasn’t going to lie about it.

“That’s a good girl.” Millie was the only one left with a smirk on her face, looking in awe at Mary finally on her knees for her, silence overwhelming the room as she walked over to the bed, straddling your body and stroking your hair behind your ear. With every touch your breath was shaking.

“I bet you’re desperate for a release after she ruined it for you hm?” Millie asked you directly, both of your eyes diverting to glance at the goalkeeper. She was sensing from your desperate groans and small squirms that you were accidentally edged by her. “Tell me what you want as your reward for doing everything I’ve said, you’ve earned it from being so well-behaved.”

You didn’t know what to say, at this point Millie could do anything to you but that’s not what you really wanted. You three had only shared a few moments together like this and usually the focus was completely on you, but this time had been different. Millie was trying to make Mary just as submissive as you, rather than letting her take turns. You wanted to watch Mary struggle against Millie’s fight for dominance, one that you knew Millie wouldn’t lose. From the second you watched the heat between them tonight you were so curious as to what they would look like together, alone.

“I want to watch you fuck Mary.” You whisper and Millie stops stroking your hair in shock, that’s not what either of them were expecting. You glanced again at where Mary was knelt, and she was smirking at you with her wide eyes, and you felt the heat between your legs burn against your thighs. You didn’t understand how Mary could have this dominating effect on you while she was forced to be on her knees.

“I’m sure that can be arranged baby.” Millie reassured, reaching for her bag, and pulling the strap the inner pocket. Your eyes widened at the sight; you’d never introduced toys between the three of them. You knew that Millie and Mary would be much more experienced in that field which made you all the more excited to watch them both together. “Do you think you can take it first, just for a little while, I’ve never wanted to fuck that beautiful pussy more than right now.” Her words were so gentle towards you, just filled with lust and desire to have you there and then. You nod, your eyes brushing over the sheer length of the toy, as she slipped the harness over her thighs, pulling the straps tight, fixing it into place.

“C’mere Baby.” Millie’s voice was calm and soft, different than when she was talking to Mary. You felt her hand against your face, brushing her fingers down the length of your jaw. She took your hand, squirting some lube against your palm. “Get it ready.” She instructed yet her tone of voice remaining gentle as you took the length of the strap between your fingers, spreading the lube against the silicone toy. You flicked your wrist up and down it, not once making eye contact with the blonde who was looking down at you as you moved your hand. She placed a kiss against your forehead, tilting your chin up to look at her. In that moment when your eyes met hers you forgot that Mary was down on her knees just watching the two of your together. This was a completely different dynamic than anything you three had done before, it was always a joint effort, but the addition of such slight voyeurism was making you more desperate than before.

“Please Millie, I want you to feel your cock inside of me.” You spoke, the innocence to your voice differing completely to what Millie was used to with Mary being so bratty all of the time. While Millie loved Mary’s bratty side, she was beginning to fall for your well-behaved submissive act too.

“Lie down baby, let me make you feel good, you deserve it.” She whispers in your ear, her breath grazing your skin as your back hits the bed. Her hands were on your chest, your legs spreading open for her without request. “See, this is how you behave.”

Millie was edging towards your aching opening, teasing you with the head, wanting to get as much of you on her strap. Her hands loved to explore your body, making you tremble under her touch as the head pushed against your clit, feeling the shock rock through your skin. You knew not to beg too much, knowing this was one of Millie’s frustraters, you knew that she liked you to be grateful for everything she gives you, even if it is teasing you into oblivion.

“Breathe for me baby.” Millie instructed as she held the strap in her hand, guiding it towards your entrance and pushing the tip inside of you. You felt yourself begin to stretch around her and the moan that escaped your lips had Mary’s eyes locked onto your face, watching desperately at your reaction as Millie pushed inside of you. “Take your time.” Millie continued to coach you through it, knowing that it was an overwhelming feeling as she continued to push until she felt resistance.

“Fuck Mils, you- I- you feel so good.” Your voice was shaking, barely able to string a sentence together as your eyes slammed shut, your body getting used to the feeling of stretching around Millie’s cock. Her hands were soothing, tracing shapes against your skin as your lips clamped together, your eyes fluttering open to look at Millie’s awe stuck face at you taking her strap so well.

“Look at what you’re doing to her, she can’t stop looking at you taking my cock.” Millie breathed, her voice has deeper than usual, her hips beginning to rock into you, taking it slowly, working you up. You turned your head to look at Mary, her eyes locking to yours and you decide to look at her while Millie took her first full thrust into your body. Her tongue licked her top lip, taking her bottom lip into her own mouth as she watched you moan, looking directly into her eyes.

“You look so pretty like that.” Mary spoke, her head tilting as she smiled at you, disobeying Millie’s order to stay silent earning her a sharp look from the taller woman. You felt her thrusts getting stronger in response, her hands found their way to your hips, holding you down and slamming you against her thrusts. You thought you were going to explode from Millie’s strong hips slamming against your body alone, but now your body was moving to her pace too you couldn’t stop the endless strings of moans that were escaping your lips, and you didn’t even try to stop them. You could feel her in your stomach, each thrust seeming to go deeper and deeper into you. You were getting close, the orgasm building each time Millie rolled her hips, the strap hitting your spot with every thrust.

“Mils, I’m getting close.” You whimper, your legs beginning to tremble, your back arching slightly towards the taller woman. She slows her thrusts, stroking your skin as she pulls out of you. You go to open your mouth in protest but she places her finger against your lips.

“I know I know but trust me it will be worth it later.” She smirks, her hands travelling down your body, still looking at you in disbelief that she’d just had her strap inside of you. “It’s time for your reward remember.” She says, looking over at Mary who looked like a desperate mess on her knees against the cold floor.

You instantly forgot your own frustration, sitting up against the back of the bed as Millie shuffled towards the edge of the bed to where Mary was kneeling impatiently. “Now what am I going to do with you hm?” Millie spoke, her gentle voice was gone and in replacement was a dominating tone that you she had never used on you before.

“Guess we’re both going to find out.” Mary smirked, her brattiness coming out in full force now. The blonde had Mary’s face in her hand, roughly jerking her head up to look up towards her.

“God you are such a fucking brat.” The taller woman spat, shaking her head in disbelief at the woman still on her knees for her. She pinched her nipple between her fingers making Mary gasp at the sharp touch. She stood up, the strap she’d used on you still glistening in your arousal at her hips. Mary’s face was directly in-line with the dick, looking at the remnants of you with a huge smile on her face. “You wanna taste her? We both know how good she tastes.” Millie teased, looking back over at you, your legs slightly open allowing them both to see you dripping at your entrance. Mary licked her lips in suspense, nodding her head. “Go on then.” Her left eyebrow raised, gesturing Mary towards the strap, clearly not what she was originally agreeing to.

“Millie we both know I’m not going to do that.” Mary protested, but Millie nudged the strap towards her lips, her hand on the back of her neck. Her lips were not opening at the request, but once the strap made contact with her, she opened her mouth in response to the taste of you against her lips. Millie took her chance against her open lips, sliding the strap harshly into her mouth. She spluttered, but the taste of you against the strap let her swirl her tongue around the head, gripping the back of Millie’s thighs as she thrust into her mouth.

“This is my new favourite way to keep you fucking quiet.” Millie stated, her eyes never leaving Mary’s as she took the strap in her mouth, looking up with lust behind her eyes. Millie was harshly thrusting into her throat now and you could feel your cunt ache in desperation at watching the two of them together.

“Deeper baby, that’s it.” She had her hands wrapped up in Mary’s hair, forcing her to gag on each thrust. She looked up at Millie, taking her in, the way she was stood looking down at her.

Millie pulls out of her mouth, smirking at the saliva dripping from her lips. Mary’s cheeks were flushed red as she makes eye contact with you again, almost nervous at how she’d just sucked you off of the strap, gasping and moaning at the taste of you. You felt that even you were having an effect on her now, one that was slowly breaking down her bratty walls. “You looked like you enjoyed that.” Millie mocked, knowing the red in her cheeks was from the pleasure she just received from the humiliation.

“I did that for the taste of her, not for you.” Mary tried to change the subject, bringing the focus back to you being used for their little game of power play, but the flush on her cheeks was giving you and Millie a different view of why she enjoyed that.

“Sure, you did sweetheart,’ Millie teased, brushing her thumb down Mary’s bottom lip, “It suits you being on your knees for me, sucking me off like that.” The red in her cheeks was growing, her eyes rolling at the comment.

“Now are you going to fuck me in front of her or not?” Mary was growing impatient, her knees beginning to ache against the floor, her body slumping against her thighs as she struggled to keep her core tight.

“Only if you beg for it.” Millie responded quickly, barely thinking about her words, and knowing exactly what to say to make Mary tremble underneath her. “Considering you’re already on your knees I’m sure that will be easy enough for you.”

“I’m not begging for anything.” She protested and you could feel the arousal between your own thighs growing at her disobedience. Millie let out a mocking laugh, knowing that Mary would be begging because she wasn’t planning on doing anything to her until she does.

“Then you’re not getting anything.” Millie turned away from her, looking back towards you. She was making her way back between your legs, painfully slow, giving Mary enough time to regret her decision. You watched in awe as the strap hung from the blonde, giving you a telling look that made you know that Mary was going to give in within seconds.

“Please Millie, I’m sorry, come back.” Millie smirked at you when the submissive words came from Mary’s lips. You’d never heard her apologise, never seen her on her knees like this and it was something you could get used to.

“I think you’re using to wrong name sweetheart.” Millie was really lapping it up now, feeling confident at how you were being able to watch Mary in her submissive headspace. This was never something that you’d imagined them being like, presuming it would be a heated fight for dominance, but Millie wasn’t having that today, she wanted to show Mary off to you.

“I’m not calling you that, not until you’re inside of me.” Mary was still not quite where Millie wanted her to be, but she was beginning to get desperate to watch Mary take her cock herself. Millie stuck her hand out and Mary took it, slowly allowing her to stand up and meet her at the edge of the bed that you were watching from.

Their lips met with such urgency and desperation, Mary’s hands snaking around the back of Millie’s neck, pulling her in closely and tightly. The shorter woman was whining against her lips, aching with frustration. “Please can you fuck me now, I need you.” Even you felt your breath hitch at Mary’s pleading, her flushed cheeks and begging eyes driving Millie crazy. With no hesitation, Millie turned her round, shoving her into the bed on all fours, standing behind her and slapping her ass swiftly once before roughly grabbing her waist, pulling her back into her.

“I don’t think you’re even going to need warming up.” Millie scoffed, her fingers dragging through her folds with ease as her arousal had been building up at watching you take the strap a few moments before. “You’re fucking soaking, I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle watching me fuck another woman without you.” She wiped her fingers down her back, her body arching into her touch. Mary’s head was hung, her hair falling across her face as Millie was degrading her infront of you.

You shuffled a little closer, not trying to bring attention to yourself but wanting to be able to physically feel the heat that was growing between the two women. You could see Millie push the strap against her cunt, harshly rubbing between her thighs and catching the top of her clit with her strokes. Mary was gasping every time she edged closer to her entrance, you could see her body reacting to each touch.

“Fuck please Mils.” Mary begged, the bedsheets bundled in her fists, Millie roughly pulled her hair back, forcing her head up and you saw her eyes for the first time, your lips clamped together along with your thighs at the look she gave you. She pushed just the tip of the strap into her folds, and you watched her eyes widen and her mouth hung slightly ajar. Millie didn’t push any further, as if she was waiting for another plead from the brunette. “Fuck fine, Daddy please I need you.”

With that she thrust fully inside of her, gripping her hips so tightly as Mary effortlessly moved her hips back into her with every movement. You barely had time to recover from Mary calling Millie Daddy as you watched the two bodies move together in such desire, awe stricken from what you were watching. You could see Mary’s chest rising and falling rapidly from the pleasure she was getting from Millie grinding her hips roughly into her. Millie was looking smug with herself, forcing Mary’s hips to keep up with her relentless pace, Mary’s sudden submission to her making her groan with each thrust. “Take It baby, take all of me like a good little girl.”

Her hand was on Mary’s back, pushing her weight onto her so her face was shoved against the mattress, her ass stuck up higher allowing her to pump harder into her. Mary was a moaning mess against the sheets, her hips still pushing back against the strap. The sharp and breathy whimpers she was making as her grip on the sheets got stronger was making your pussy ache, your legs crossing trying desperately hard not to touch yourself as you watched them. Mary was moaning Millie’s name, her words just tumbling out of her mouth with no thought behind them as her face was continually shoved into the bed with each pump into her cunt.

You weren’t only admiring Mary now, your eyes caught gaze of the strong arm that was pinning her against the bed. The sleeved muscular arm that flexed hard, Millie still with her sports bra on, her face glowing pink as she worked harder into Mary. There was something so mesmerising about those two together, with Mary so submissive to the taller woman, taking all of her. You were still edging closer to the two of them and when Mary felt your presence she gripped hold of your hand, digging her nails into your skin making you wince but also making your heart grow warmer. Millie caught glance of this and the smirk she had been wearing turned into a smile as she continued pumping into her.

“If only Mary would take a leaf out of your book baby, then she wouldn’t have to look like such a desperate mess.” Millie said over the top of Mary’s endless moans, her grip still getting tighter around your hand. You tucked Mary’s hair behind her ear, catching a glimpse of how desperate she really did look.

“Do you think I could have a turn, since I’ve been so good for you.” You whispered nervously, not sure what had come over you. You rarely asked for anything, usually enjoying the feeling of not knowing what either of them were going to do to you. Millie’s thrusts slowed down, tilting her head to look at you, melting at the doe eyes you were giving her.

“Oh baby, you’re getting all jealous hm, you want me to fuck you again?” Millie said, her voice again naturally going all soft on you, like she couldn’t ever say no to you even if she wanted to.

Your skin shivered at the request, but you felt your head shaking, a confused look plastered on both of their faces. “I, uh, no, I want to do what you’re doing.” With that Millie’s movements had stilled completely, leaving Mary a whining mess against the bed.

“Fuck that’s so hot, you’re so hot.” Millie groaned, pulling out of Mary who was looking at you as with such desperation, giving you silent permission to do anything you wanted to her. She reached for your face, pulling you into a heated kiss as she removed the strap while your lips moved against each other’s. “It is your reward baby, come here then.” Millie says, urging you up off the bed and helping you into the harness. It felt so powerful having the strap around your legs and Mary waiting desperately for you.

“I want to see your face, Mary.” You asked, your voice not quite as demanding as Millie’s, but Mary complied nonetheless, turning herself round and her mouth instantly opening as she looked up your body, the strap round your waist.

“Aren’t I lucky?” Mary smirked, her eyes not once leaving your body and you felt yourself getting nervous, not wanting to embarrass yourself infront of the two of them. Millie was just stood watching, frozen infront of the scene unfolding between the two hottest women she’d ever laid eyes on. The way Mary was looking at you, her legs spread as you kneel between them, you’d never done this before, not to someone else but you’d watched as other people had done it to you and you were certain you were going to shock them both.

“Confidence baby, make her feel how you like to feel.” Millie whispered into your ear, sensing the nerves that were radiating off of you, she planted a kiss on your cheek before moving to sit behind Mary, resting her head against her stomach, wanting to feel part of it all. “I’ll keep her still for you, she’s a squirmer this one.” She hooked her legs around her back of her head, bending her knees and holding Mary’s hands flat against the bed, stopping her from moving around too much, allowing you to work this out in your own head.

“Please, I need you to fuck me, I want to feel you inside of me baby please.” Mary begged; her eyes filled with lust as she looked at you shaking infront of her. This gave you the extra confidence that you needed, fully fitting into the role as best as you could. You looked down at her and you decided you were really going to make sure she felt like your reward.

You guided the strap to her, doing exactly what Millie did to you, teasing her with the head. She was so desperate for a release that she wasn’t going to let you tease her like Millie had, pushing her hips up to meet you, silently pleading for you to skip this step. You looked as Millie nodded at you to continue, Mary’s chest lifting and falling as she waited for you to fuck her. Her back arched as you pushed the entire strap into her, and the moan that escaped her lips was the best one yet.

You started with a few slow lengthy grinds into her, pulling all the way out and re-entering her again, making her stretch around your strap. You watched the way her body reacted to each fully thrust, watching as you pushed it into her. You wanted to be closer to Mary, readjusting to lean forward over her body, your hands either side of her body as you thrust your hips a little harder. She was moaning your name into your ear, and you leaned down to kiss her fiercely, not once taking your focus off the rhythm you were building.

“Yes, baby girl, just like that!” She moans, her legs wrapping around your waist, pulling you into her.

“You’re doing such a good job taking her cock baby.” Millie said, squeezing her hands a little harder for encouragement. “And fuck you look so hot fucking her.” She said honestly, feeling her arousal growing as she watched your body finding its own rhythm, one that was drawing pretty moans and gasps from Mary. You were watching Mary’s face react to each thrust, trying to find the sensitive spot inside of her that you knew would prove yourself to her. She called out your name and you didn’t move from your position, applying a few more thrusts into her, hitting it with every single one, your name escaping her lips each time.

“Let me ride you baby, please I’m begging you.” Mary let out as you hit her spot again, you look at Millie for confirmation and she had the biggest smirk on her face, nodding her head at you as you pulled out of her. You barely had chance to get off of Mary before she had her lips crashing against yours, that same animalistic kiss that she gave you when you were usually in her position. Millie moved out of the way, patting the bed where she was sat and Mary pushed you back onto the bed, ready to take some dominance back from you. You were distracted as Mary’s tongue swiped against your lip, letting her in and she was kissing you as if it was the first time, she’d tasted you. Millie was rummaging around in her bag before bulling out a small bullet vibrator.

“Do you want this to help you get your release my pretty girl.” Millie praised, waving it infront of your face and you were nodding with eagerness, gasping as Mary was still kissing you, straddled on top of you, ignoring the strap that was behind her. She moved up off you, allowing Millie to slot the vibrator into the right place, not switching it on but keeping her hand on the button as she sat on the bed next to you.

Mary was hovering over you, but with the vibrator sat perfectly against your clit you knew that you needed nothing more than to feel like Mary was going to making you cum. She starts to take the strap and you grab her hips, pulling her all the way down onto you. With that Millie pressed the button and the vibrations against you mixed with the way Mary was gazing into your eyes, her moans barely escaping her lips as she started to rock her hips against you. You were the desperate mess now, jerking your hips up into Mary as her hand found its way around your neck, leaning over your body, her breasts right in front of your eyeline. You gasped as she squeezed harder, beginning to fully thrust into her as she slammed her body down against the strap.

“Fuck Mary you feel so fucking good.” You let out in a spluttering mess as you watched her body eagerly bouncing up and down, you were mesmerised by both the orgasm growing inside of you and the way her body looked taking you so desperately. You watched her eyes roll back as you pushed her hips down on you harder. Millie started tracing circles against your skin, leaning in, her mouth trailing over your exposed neck, leaving occasional marks by nibbling against your skin.

 “I’m getting so fucking close, fuck Mary you look so fucking good like this.”

“Go on baby, cum for us.” Millie spoke against your neck, taking your skin in-between her teeth, soothing the immediate pain with her tongue.

“Come inside of me sweetheart.” Mary grinned as your moans became higher pitched with each one you let out of your open mouth. She was still grinding her hips against you, and Millie’s fingers were toying with your nipple as you got closer and closer and each time you thought you were going over the edge it kept building instead. You figured this was a result of the edging earlier but as your head threw back into the pillow and the feeling of Mary’s body slamming against the vibrator against your clit, you chanted out both of their names as it finally washed over you. Mary was riding you slower, letting you uncontrollably thrust your hips up into her.

You didn’t get a chance to recover, Mary’s body tiring as she was still grinding her hips against the strap. The vibrations didn’t stop, but you watched Millie finally take her underwear off, kneeling back onto the bed. You were so sensitive, and the vibrator being pushed consistently against you was overstimulating you.

“Did you want the vibrator off before I get off on that tongue of yours for the first time?” Millie asked gently, stroking your face as you shake your head, wanting to feel the overpowering vibrations take-over your body as the older woman rode your face. Millie had never let you do this before, she barely ever received when you three were together, preferring to get off on making you two feel incredible.

“That’s my girl.” Millie smirked, looking at the way your body was desperately still trying to push Mary over the edge of her own orgasm. You took one last look at Mary whose moans were becoming breathy and laboured before Millie kneeled over your face, your tongue immediately searching through her dripping folds, wanting to make her feel as good as she makes you, wanting to prove yourself to her.

Unlike Mary, Millie was not a loud lover, but the gasp she released when your tongue swirled against her clit, barely touching her made you instantaneously increase your pressure. The two were facing each other, both on top of you, both using you to get off and it was the hottest you’d ever felt. She tasted different to Mary, but equally as addictive as you lapped your tongue around her opening.

Your hands were gripping the back of Millie’s thighs, and you could hear them kissing, their bodies melting into one another’s as they both chased their long-awaited orgasms. You could hear how close Mary was, her hips moving quicker again but not in any sort of rhythm, just doing anything to feel the strap inside of her.  Millie reached her hand to Mary’s clit, stroking small precise circles over the top of it and you swear you could feel her clench against the strap you were wearing.

“I want you to hold that orgasm love, wait for me to get there.” You heard Millie say, her voice was no longer dominating, it was shaky and desperate as she lowered herself further down against your tongue. You flatten your tongue, letting her grind her hips against your face.

“Mils hurry I can’t hold it much longer.” Mary’s voice was broken up by her own moans and you felt Millie’s legs begin to tremble underneath your touch, remembering exactly what you did with her tongue that pushed her over the edge, her thighs squeezing so hard around your head you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. All you could do was listen to them both reach their orgasm together and the noises they made harmonised one another and both of them using you to get off had quickly become your new favourite thing.

Millie was the first to collapse, Mary still riding out her orgasm and you lifted your hips in an attempt to aid her in pushing through it. Millie quickly got off your face, a devilish smile across her lips as she looked at your face, your hair messed up and your cheeks painted scarlet, her arousal fresh around your lips. She kisses you first, her hand stroking through your tangled hair. Mary had lifted herself off the strap, helping you out of it while Millie planted kisses all over your face. She collapsed on top of you, her body finally giving in, wrapping her arms around your body.

“That may have been the hottest thing we’ve ever done.” You said honestly, finally catching your breath back. “Seeing you like that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” You directed towards Mary, and she hid her face in your arm, getting all flustered at your words.

“I don’t tend to make a habit of it.” She whispered into your arm, her body flush against yours as Millie lied down next to you, wrapping her own arm around your neck, joining in on the group hug.

“You should.” Millie grinned, her hand patting the top of Mary’s head, “I enjoyed seeing you get so flustered and desperate.”

“It certainly was an experience.” You said, looking down at Mary who had finally shown her face, her eyes swiftly looking back at the both of you before squeezing you both tightly in her arms.

“Well, it won’t be the last, I’m sure.” She said, her cheeks flushing red again and Millie mocked her, pinching her cheek and shaking her head with her hands. “Right, that’s enough now, just give me a hug.” You both obliged, feeling the warmth from both of them right in your chest.

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Why All This Music?

Masters of the Air - Rosie Rosenthal x OC

link to the masterlist is here <3

07. Out of Luck

There was something off about this mission. Whatever had been discussed in the briefing evidently didn’t bode well.

Freddie tried not to think about it as she sat in the tower and watched out the window as the various crews prepared to climb into the B-17s. 

Most of the crews were in borrowed planes since the mechanics hadn’t had the time to properly repair their usual ones after the consecutive missions of the last few days. Freddie didn’t consider herself hugely superstitious anymore but she didn’t like the fact of this. Rosie was supposed to be flying Rosie’s Riveters. That was his plane, it was named for him. That was the plane which had brought him back every time he’d gone out.

Today, he was flying Royal Flush. Stupid name. Freddie stared at this plane with a scowl. She didn’t know an awful lot about B-17s but she didn’t like this one. Who named a bomber plane Royal Flush anyway?

The plane Bubbles was navigating for was called She’s Gonna, which Freddie reluctantly admitted was kind of a good name for a bomber plane. But the other names were all stupid.

Millie was beside Freddie, gazing out the window. She was gnawing on her lip, wringing her hands. She always got nervous for the boys before they flew.

“Seats,” demanded their squadron officer, whose name was Mary but who everyone referred to by her last name, Jones, as she marched into the room.

Hastily, all of the wireless operators scrambled and threw themselves into their respective chairs.

Waiting for wheels up was excruciating with nothing to do but stew. Freddie could still see out the window from her chair but only just, if she sat up as straight as she could and tilted her head back, and she tried not to make it obvious that she was tracking Rosie as best she could amongst the crowds. He hadn’t looked nervous when she’d spoken to him this morning but did he feel it now? Was he also superstitious about flying a plane which wasn’t his own?

Freddie shook her buzzing thoughts from her head and focused on her wireless. Wheels up would be soon and she’d need to be ready. She wasn’t sure why she was secretly, traitorously hoping she’d find herself tuned into Rosie’s radio, not when she’d explicitly called everything off between them this morning - not that there had been much to call off, in all fairness. She supposed she was just anxious to hear his voice. Just in case. Just wanted to hear for herself that he was okay, wasn’t nervous, was feeling comfortable in the unfamiliar plane and ready to do what needed to be done.

Freddie didn’t get Rosie on the radio. She got Brady, who had Bucky flying beside him, back early from leave to avenge Buck. She gave them their instructions, listened to them conduct their pre-flight checks, and chatted to them while they taxied.

“Alright,” Brady said as he turned onto the runway. “Preparing for take off.”

“Understood. It’s all yours, Brady.”

“Thanks, Fred.”

“Have a good flight, boys,” Freddie told them against her better judgement. She just hadn’t been able to help it. “Come back to us in one piece, okay?”

“We’ll give ‘em hell, Fred, don’t you worry,” Bucky replied.

Freddie frowned. “That wasn’t what I asked of you, Bucky.”

“But it’s what we’re gonna do, ain’t that right, Brady?”

“Sure is.”

Freddie sighed. “Be safe. Come back.”

“I’ll do my best, Fred,” Brady assured her. “You just keep an eye on Millie until we’re back, like I know you always do. And tell her she looks more beautiful today than anything I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

“You sweet on my best friend, Brady?” Freddie asked with a grin, glancing back at Millie as she spoke to whichever pilot she was speaking to.

“Just do what I asked, alright, Fred?” She could hear the answering smile in Brady’s voice.

“Of course,” Freddie replied, laughing quietly. “You know I will.”

“See you soon, Fred,” Brady answered her. “Wheels are up.”

Freddie nodded to herself, watching their plane rise into the clouds out the window. “See you soon,” she replied.

Waiting for the boys to return was torture. It always was, but the sick feeling in her stomach seemed not to be unique to Freddie. Jem was jigging her leg relentlessly, her fingernails tapping a rapid, steady rhythm against her desk. Millie was chewing on her lip and staring out the window, as if waiting to see one of them appear prematurely. Paddy and Amy were tossing a screwed up ball of paper between them, trying to distract themselves. Emma was sitting with some of the other newer girls, repeatedly rearranging the supplies on her desk.

Freddie sat staring up at the ceiling, counting dark marks. She thought about this morning, wondered whether she’d been right to push Rosie away like that. It was an instinct she found almost impossible to ignore, pushing men away. Sometimes she thought it was just as much to protect herself from further heartbreak as it was out of loyalty to Daniel. If she met a man who wasn’t in the line of fire, she wondered, whether it be because he was 4-F, as the Yanks called it, or assigned to intelligence work or something else, might she be more willing to love him? If she had met Rosie and found him a man stuck behind a desk, making flight plans perhaps, might she find it easier to let him in?

But there was something in it, wasn’t there? In that heroism they all possessed, all the men who went out and got their hands dirty and got the job done themselves. She couldn’t have loved Daniel if he hadn’t been a pilot because if he hadn’t been a pilot then he wouldn’t have been Daniel. He’d needed to do something, to make a difference, to fight for the life he felt everyone had a right to. He wouldn’t have been the man she loved without that instinct to protect, that determination to make things right. And Rosie wouldn’t have been Rosie either.

It was a long, long time before any of the planes came back. Longer than usual. Longer than expected.

And then: “I’ve got one of them!” It was Jem who was bent over her radio, listening intently. 

She gave the pilot landing instructions with shaking hands. Everyone else was glued to their radios, headphones stuck to their ears, waiting for a spark of life to tell them another crew was safe.

Nothing.

Jem’s headphones met her desk with a clatter. “It’s not one of ours,” she announced.

They all turned, watched as a plane from a different regiment landed according to Jem’s instructions, all squinting into the sky behind it, searching for their boys.

And then one more. One lone plane emerging from the clouds. One and no sign of any others behind it, just the smoke it trailed in its wake.

Emma had them on the radio. They all listened intently as she gave the pilot his landing instructions. All waited with bated breath to find out which crew it was, and which crews it wasn’t, and who they were about to start mourning.

“Freddie,” Emma called as soon as the pilot had received his instructions, “it’s Rosie!”

Freddie’s heart gave a start. It was pounding hard and fast in her chest. In spite of Jones’ voice, insistent that everyone stay at their own desks, Freddie tore off her headphones and assumed the seat Emma had vacated for her, pulled on the headphones she was offering. “Rosie?” She could hear her blood rushing in her ears, wondered if he and Pappy could hear it too.

“Hi, Freddie,” he answered her, breathing heavily.

“Are you okay? Should we send an ambulance?”

“I’m fine. Emma’s got it covered.” She did. She was calling for the emergency medical crew right now.

“Where’s everyone else?”

Rosie sucked in a sharp breath. “I gotta wait until interrogation -”

“Where is everyone else?” she demanded.

Rosie paused. “Gone,” he answered eventually. “Some were ‘chutes. Some are just - gone.”

“Brady?” she asked. “Bucky?”

“I’m not sure.”

Freddie lifted a hand to try to still the quivering of her bottom lip. Any second now big, childlike tears were about to come pouring down her cheeks. She shut her eyes tight. “You came back,” she whispered.

He seemed to understand the weight of what she was saying, understand that she was saying it more for herself than for him. “Yeah,” he confirmed. “I came back.” He wanted to promise that he always would, make sure she knew that she didn’t need to worry about the same thing which had happened to her boyfriend happening to him, but didn’t think it was the right moment. Every pilot thought they were the best, you couldn’t do the job and survive if you didn’t, but Freddie didn’t need to hear just then that he thought the reason he’d made it back and the others hadn’t was talent or skill. She just needed to hear that he was there.

“Come see me after interrogation?” she requested quietly. She knew Emma was listening in but trusted she would keep her secret. Pappy too. But she didn’t want the other w/op girls overhearing. This was between her and Rosie, no one else.

Rosie let out a long breath of relief. “Of course.”

She handed the headphones back to Emma so she could guide Rosie through the landing, dragging herself back to her own desk with feet made of concrete. Millie looked forlorn, staring out the window with beads of blood blooming where her teeth were stuck in her lip, desperately begging with her eyes for anyone else to return.

Freddie knew then who she was searching for, recognised that look in her eyes. 

When it became abundantly clear that no one else was coming, that Rosie had been right and no one else had made it, Millie threw down her headphones and turned to Freddie with glistening eyes. “Fred,” she croaked.

Freddie was there in an instant, waiting to catch her as she fell. “I know,” Freddie whispered to her, her lips in her hair.

“I know you do,” Millie assured her, her voice wobbly and broken. “It hurts.”

“I know,” Freddie assured her, closing her eyes to will the stinging away. What would you have wanted to hear? she asked herself, forcing herself to remember those first few god awful moments after she’d been told Daniel had gone down. If someone had been there to catch you, what would you have wanted them to say?

“He told me to tell you,” Freddie started quietly, forcing some semblance of strength into her voice. Millie didn’t need her to be weepy right now, she needed her to be strong, “that you look more beautiful today than anything he’s ever seen in his entire life.”

“He did?” Millie gasped, clearly fighting to hold in sobs.

“Yes,” Freddie confirmed quietly. “As he was taxiing. Right before wheels up his last thoughts were of you.”

“Tell me he’s alive, Fred.”

Freddie shut her eyes tighter, swallowed hard against the aching in her throat. She wanted more than anything to be able to give her that. Wanted so desperately to rewrite the story now that Millie was the main character. “I can’t,” she whispered, devastated.

“Rosie’ll know,” Millie asserted, pulling out of Freddie’s embrace and wiping resolutely at her eyes. The attempt to clear the tears was fruitless; they just kept on coming, freshly destroying her newly blank canvas. “After interrogation Rosie’ll tell me. Or Pappy. Someone will have watched for ‘chutes.”

Freddie nodded. It was all she could do.

“He’ll come back to me,” Millie declared, determined. There was fire in her eyes - anger, resentment. “He knows I’ll kill him if he doesn’t.”

There was little to do in the tower once it became clear there were only the two planes to account for, and one of which wasn’t even their own. Jones let most of them go early. Freddie and Jem carted Millie back to their hut, each with an arm curled protectively around her shoulders, and saw her first into a shower, then into her night dress, and then into her bed. It was early evening, dinner wasn’t for another hour, but that mattered very, very little. Freddie was something of an expert on the matter.

When she slipped away, Millie was asleep. She was curled up in a ball, both of her arms thrown over her head as though in an attempt to fight off the nightmares Freddie knew were inevitable. Jem was sitting on the floor right beside her, a book in her lap which she was using as a surface to lean on and write a letter home. She’d taken one look at Freddie glancing repeatedly and what she’d thought was subtly at the door and hid a smile behind a fake cough. “Go,” she’d said. “I’ll stay with her the entire time.”

So Freddie trekked back to the tower, far as it was from her hut, because she knew that’s where Rosie would be waiting for her. And, sure enough, there he was, a lingering flush in his cheeks and his hands buried in the pockets of his sheepskin, his service cap in his hand as he gazed across the airfield. He was looking, she realised, at its emptiness, at all the empty bays where B-17s should have been. He was so deep in thought he didn’t notice her until she hesitantly stepped into his embrace, just to feel him, to make sure he was real.

“You came back,” she said again, even knowing she’d said it on the radio earlier, when he wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest. Her voice emerged muffled, directed largely into his jacket.

“Couldn’t leave you behind,” he replied, dropping his hat to the ground so he could run soothing hands up and down her back, “could I?”

Freddie sighed and shut her eyes tight. She pressed herself closer to him. He could be cocky now - for all intents and purposes he deserved to be, the only pilot to get his crew back safely - but he couldn’t make her any promises. Daniel hadn’t been shot down because he hadn’t wanted to return to her, or because he’d been untalented. He’d been shot down because he’d run out of luck.

“Millie’s torn up about Brady,” Freddie said, instead of worrying him with any of this. He needed his confidence, she knew, otherwise there was no chance he’d ever be able to make good on his unspoken promises. “Did anyone see any ‘chutes?”

“Bailey said he saw ten ‘chutes from their stick,” Rosie answered her, speaking into the top of her head. “Means someone didn’t make it out. I can’t promise who.”

Freddie nodded. “Unlikely to be the pilot,” she reasoned.

“Yeah,” Rosie agreed. “I’ll bet he made it down.”

“I don’t even want to think about how they’ll fare on the ground.” Freddie pressed herself impossibly tighter against Rosie. She hadn’t felt comfort like this in years. She had Millie, of course, and Jem and the others too, and they were all looking after her, but this was different. This was safe. Nothing was safe anymore but this was safe. Warm, secure, reassuring, constant, the beat of his heart beneath her cheek as sure and certain as the sun rising in the morning and setting at night. She needed his comfort more than she’d realised, had needed someone to hold her after this horrible, horrible day, knowing as she did that she’d spend many more days after this doing the holding.

Rosie accepted her willingly, helping to bring her closer though it was hardly possible. He lifted one of his hands from her back to press against her head and she snuggled closer, tighter. He needed to shower but she didn’t mind. She just wanted to hold on. 

“They’ll make it,” Rosie reassured her. “They’re tough, those guys. Never met any tougher, and I’m from Brooklyn.”

He said it with such pride that Freddie had to crack a smile. “That means nothing to me,” she admitted.

He chuckled lightly, the vibrations of his chest filling her from head to toe. “Us Brooklyn boys are made of steel,” he informed her matter-of-factly. “You gotta be, to grow up there.”

Freddie laughed softly into his chest. “Oh, I’m sure,” she teased, playing along. “Because you are so very scary, Rosie.”

He laughed a little bit louder. “That’s what I’m told.”

Freddie stayed where she was, trying to commit the feeling of his arms to memory, for a moment longer, then sighed as she withdrew. She’d already been clinging onto him for too long to be deemed appropriate. Besides, she had something to set right.

“What I said this morning -” she began.

Rosie cut her off. “Hey, no, it’s okay. I -”

“No,” Freddie cut him off in turn. “I shouldn’t have behaved like that. It wasn’t kind.”

“You were scared,” Rosie reasoned with her.

“I was rude,” Freddie corrected him. “And I’m sorry. That’s not how I treat my friends.”

Rosie watched her closely, his eyes searching her own for something she couldn’t guess at. After a few moments his posture deflated. He offered her a tight smile before looking past her at the field empty of planes. “Maybe sometime you’d like to tell me about your pilot,” he said quietly. “Daniel, you said?”

“Yes,” Freddie breathed. “Daniel.”

“I’d like to know about him,” Rosie continued. He glanced at her only briefly before looking away again. “If you’d be comfortable.”

Freddie nodded in spite of the fact he wasn’t looking at her. Her heart was racing again, she wasn’t particularly sure why. “Yes,” she said, but her voice emerged shaky. “Yes,” she repeated, louder, more certain. “I’d really like that. I don’t talk about him often but he - he deserves to be known.”

Rosie nodded, offering a shy smile.

“You would’ve liked him,” Freddie told him with a shy smile of her own.

“I’m sure I would,” he assured her. If he’d loved her, how could he not have?

“Maybe tonight?” Freddie suggested, playing with her skirt. She wasn’t sure why she felt bashful all of a sudden. “I don’t know if you and the Riveters will be going out, but we won’t be. I’ll be staying in with Millie, but maybe if you met me outside..?”

Rosie nodded, bending down to retrieve his hat. “I’ll meet you there,” he assured her.

“Okay.” Freddie mustered a smile. “Tonight then.”

“Tonight,” Rosie agreed.

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[call-me-maggie13]

Mary is out, which isn’t entirely surprising considering her new job as an EMT, but it’s still unusual for Beatrice to be in their house alone. She’s done it probably a dozen times, letting herself in for her standing Tuesday night dinners with Shannon. But she still hates being in their space alone.

It probably has something to do with her childhood, but she tries not to dwell on the feeling for too long.

There are new pictures on the wall, Beatrice takes the time to admire them.

Mary and Shannon before their prom, Mary and Shannon at a diner sharing a milkshake, Shannon in front of her first commissioned mural, Mary covered in grease working on her motorcycle. Their love is palpable, it seeps into the bones of their house and fills the rooms with a light no lamp could recreate.

The last picture catches her off guard. It’s her, ten years old in her aikido uniform. She’s holding a red ribbon and her eyes are puffy and her nose is red but she’s sat on Shannon’s father’s shoulders and they’re smiling. It was the first time she hadn’t gotten first place in a competition, but it was the first time she didn’t care.

They stayed. Every time Beatrice checked, they were there. Watching. Smiling. Cheering.

She hit the mat and bright white flashed behind her eyes, swirling and whirling and she barely rolled upright before her opponent had a chance to take her. This might’ve been the first match Beatrice had ever lost, if she didn't get her head together. She paused, cleared her head and laser focused on the boy in front of her. He was slow, Beatrice exploited that, flipping him and rolling him face down on the mat. When he tapped out, she couldn't help but look for them.

For the first time, someone was looking back.

It was unprofessional, leaving the match like she did. She’d hear about it later from her sensei, but in that moment, she didn't care.

Shannon was bouncing on the sidelines, hair tied in twin braids with white ribbons. She’d just gotten braces and had spent the entire night before complaining about how much it hurt to smile. But she was grinning when Beatrice thumped into her chest.

"You spent more time watching me than trying not to get hit," Shannon cradled the back of Beatrice’s head when she finally pulled away, keeping her close. "If I’d wanted to spent my Saturday watching you get your ass beat, I’d ask you to play Mario Kart."

"Shannon! Language!" Shannon’s mom bumped their shoulders, scanning the crowd when she hugged Beatrice. "Rich is on his way, he got caught up at work, he should be here any minute, sugar."

"He’s - he’s coming? He wants to be here?" Beatrice knew by the way Martha’s face fell that it wasn’t the right thing to say.

"Of course he does, honey. We show up for our family." Family. There that word is again. What does it mean?

"Even if it’s just to watch you lose," Shannon giggled and stuck her tongue out at Beatrice. For the first time, Beatrice stuck hers out back. She found it’s freeing to be silly.

"Martha! Girls!" Rich was weaving through the crowd, waving to them. He was breathless and still in his suit and tie. He came straight from work, didn’t even bother to stop home and change. He smoothed his tie and blazer after exchanging quick hugs with Shannon and Martha. He didn’t hug Beatrice, but he offered and that’s more than enough. "I am so sorry, did I miss it? Did you win?"

"She almost got her ass beat, dad."

"Shannon Marie! If you don’t - "

Beatrice giggled and it sent Martha’s threat hurtling over a cliff, Beatrice couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed.

"Say it, Bea."

"Shannon…"

"No, dad, come on! Live a little!"

She’d never said an unholy word before. Shannon had taught her a lot of them that last couple months. But Beatrice had never said them, they made her feel unclean.

Her parents would never forgive her if she said it.

"Ass?"

Rich laughed and Martha smacked his shoulder, but she was barely suppressing a smile too. Maybe that is what family is. Maybe family is showing up in your work clothes because you didn’t have time to change. Maybe family is teaching each other things that no one else will. Maybe family is dipped in honey and sprinkled with sugar and wrapped in love. Maybe family is this.

Maybe this is her family.

Beatrice lost. Well, she got second place. But that’s basically losing, only she still gets a ribbon. She was fighting back tears when Shannon found her, but Rich lifted her off the ground and held her above his head and cheered. Martha told her she’s proud and Beatrice tried not to cry.

She didn’t win, but maybe winning isn’t what matters.

"Do you remember that day?" Beatrice jumps at Shannon’s voice behind her, spinning to find her chuckling.

"I do." Beatrice turns back to the image, if she holds her breath she can almost pretend she’s back there again.

"You lost a tooth that day."

She did. She pulled it out just before bed and she’d come to Shannon crying because she couldn’t get it to stop bleeding.

"Where’s your tooth?"

"I threw it away."

"You what?"

"In the bathroom trash, I threw it away. Am I supposed to keep it?"

"Yes! How’s the tooth fairy supposed to find it?"

"The what?"

"You know, the tooth fairy. Takes your tooth while you’re asleep and leaves you money?"

"A fairy that buys children’s teeth? That sounds creepy and fake."

"Well, it’s not. Go get your tooth and put it under your pillow, you’ll see in the morning."

And so Beatrice did as Shannon told her and when she woke up the next morning, there was a crisp 20 under her pillow. Beatrice never believed in the tooth fairy, but the next time she lost a tooth, she tucked it under her pillow before bed and woke up to more money.

"What made you put this up?" It wasn’t here last week, in its place there had been a picture of Mary and Shannon the summer they’d met.

"I was going through some old photos and I saw it, it was a good day. I still don’t understand aikido though." She laughs and throws her arm around Beatrice’s shoulders.

"The photos, do you still have them out?"

"They’re on the bookshelf in the office, if you want to go through some. I, however, am going to order food and open a bottle of wine."

Beatrice follows Shannon into the kitchen, gets out the wine glasses while Shannon orders the food and opens a bottle of Beatrice’s favorite pomegranate wine. They settle on the the porch swing, Beatrice tucks her feet under Shannon’s legs and smiles when she smacks her shin.

"So, how were your finals?"

"They’re over, so fantastic." Shannon nudges her with a raised eyebrow. "I think I did alright, but I’ve been distracted recently so I know it wasn’t my best."

"Bea, you’re twenty-four, you’re allowed to be distracted." Beatrice knows she’s right, but it still feels wrong.

"I guess. How’s your mural going?" It’s a pitiful evasion, but Shannon lets it go.

"Well, they told me they wanted an underwater scene but changed their mind when I was three quarters of the way done. Now they want a jungle scene. What kind of children’s hospital is jungle themed?"

"The kind for kids that can’t breathe underwater?" Shannon’s laugh shakes the bench, she kicks off the deck and rocks them gently.

"So, tell me. What’s got you so distracted?" She pats Beatrice’s knee when she says it, checking that Beatrice isn’t retreating into herself.

"School. Work. The usual."

Shannon hums and leans to flick Beatrice in the forehead.

"School. Work. The usual." She mocks, poorly imitating Beatrice’s accent. "Is it Ava? Or Diana? What’s got you so enthralled you can’t tell me about it?"

"Why - uh - why would you think it was Ava?" Her face flushes hot and she knows she’s red as a traffic light.

"Ah, so it is Ava. Well, tell me. Let’s hear it." She slings her arm over the back of the bench.

"There’s nothing to tell." Beatrice’s head is spinning like she stood up too fast.

"You, my darling sister, are a terrible liar. Always have been." She used to be. When she had to be. When the truth was dangerous.

But Shannon and her family never made her want to lie.

"I - truthfully Shan, I’m not certain. I don’t know what there is to tell. I work for her, I watch her kid, what else is there?"

"Umm, let’s start with the fact that you like her." Beatrice opens her mouth to disagree. "Uh-uh! You know it’s true, you can’t deny it."

"Okay. Say I like her. That doesn’t mean anything."

"It does if she likes you back." She says it the same way she would ask if Beatrice was wearing her sweater. It’s both a question and a statement. She already knows the answer. "So, does she?"

She tosses a grape into the air and catches it in her mouth, turning to Beatrice and acting like she’s going to throw it at her head. Beatrice shakes her head, wrinkles her nose and sticks her tongue out and Shannon throws it anyway. It bounces off her forehead and falls into her lap. Beatrice throws it back and misses terribly.

"Good thing you didn’t play sports, ‘cause you have terrible aim." She raises an eyebrow and Beatrice knows she isn’t going to let this go.

"I don’t know. Probably not."

"And why not?" Beatrice pulls her knees to her chest, wraps her arms around her legs and drops her head on her knees with a sigh.

"Because I’m me and she’s - fuck, Shannon, I don’t know. She’s like - remember when we were kids and your dad took us to the mountains?" Shannon nods. "Do you remember how everything was so beautiful, like it was untouched by anything. Like nothing could ever go wrong there. And when we got to the summit, do you remember what you said?"

"I don’t think meeting god could compare to this."

"Exactly. That’s what Ava’s like. You have to meet her, you’d understand if you met her."

"And you don’t deserve that? You don’t think she could like you because - what, because you’re you?"

"I’m me. I’m just me. And she’s so much more than that. Plus she has Diana, so it’s already complicated because of the baby. And I - That little girl means so much to me, I don’t want to lose her."

"Okay. Couple of things. I’m me is not a bad thing. You are my best friend, my favorite person in the entire world, Bea. You being you is why I love you so much. Because you’re dense and stubborn and painfully oblivious - "

"Thanks." Beatrice laughs dryly and Shannon smacks her shin lightly.

"Oh, shut up and let me finish. You’re dense and stubborn and painfully oblivious, but you’re also the most attentive person I’ve ever met and you’re an amazing gift giver and you’re frustratingly smart. You’re strong and you’re steady and you’re dependable. You’ve never let me down. Ever. Even when you scratched my car or tore a hole in my favorite pullover or ate my leftovers. Especially then. Because you’re only human, Speedy."

"Speedy? I’m not twelve anymore, Shannon."

"You’ll always be my Speedy, stupid." Shannon leans into Bea and ruffles her hair with a dopey smile. The doorbell chimes and she kisses Beatrice on the top of her head when she goes to get the food, lingering a little longer than usual. "I love you, Bea."

"I love you too, Shannon." Beatrice leans into her embrace, tender and warm and safe.

"For the record," Shannon pauses in the doorway. "I think anyone would be lucky to be loved by you. Even Ava."

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[cabinofimagines]

A Play Of The Year

Happy Easter! and APRIL FOOLS! at least basically. This idea has been churning like rotten butter between me and Danny since Christmas last year. Don't worry and enjoy :) It's one of the more mm serious April fools fics we made thusfar.

Pairing: Platonic a bunch x gn reader or something Request: Can I count Danny letting me write this as one? Word count: 2.3 k I am so sorry Warnings: Proceed with caution if you have religious (christian) guilt I suppose, and not that this fic isn't meant as harmful towards those of christian believe, it's satire. The rest? you'll find out (nothing serious, the banner gives most of it away)

-Asnyox

Normally, besides an egg hunt or themed activity, you didn’t celebrate Easter. Camp Half-Blood simply didn’t care too much- so when Camp Jupiter invited most of the campers to their easter activities you were pumped. You weren’t entirely sure what was going to happen. But excitedly you signed up with a few of your friends, and went on a little road trip to get to Camp Jupiter. 

What you weren’t expecting was a play. Last time you checked, there wasn’t an open air stage at this camp, but when you sat down there it was. It wasn’t just a center stage- there were screens to either side, streaming what was happening on stage live. You spotted so many speakers. Nico sat next to you, with Will next to him, Percy and Annabeth were on your other side. You knew one secret, and that is that Leo was Mary. Apparently they had cast Reyna for the role, but as she was with the hunters she (surely with a heavy heart) asked Leo at the Waystation to fill in for her. Leo being the good friend he is, obviously agreed. You figured it would be pretty funny to seem him act.  

And as you watched the people slowly get into their seats, you realized the entirety of Camp Jupter and New Rome was going to see this play. It got you excited really, how good must this play be to amass this many people, but as you were about to voice your excitement Percy sighed from next to you. 

“I can’t believe I was forced to come to this because I was a part of the Legion once.” he said and Annabeth petted his arm. “It can’t be that bad, Perce,” she tried to console him, “See how many people are coming!” 

“But weren’t they all part of the Legions once?” Will asked, and Nico nodded. 

“Apparently Hazel and Frank had to put in a law for participation,” he explained, “because nobody ever showed up to watch the Easter play.” 

“What?” you balked, “Is it that bad? Why didn’t you warn me?” Nico smiled at you, clearly amused by your state. 

“Well, I figured I could force Will to come, but not you if you knew, besides you looked excited.” 

“I wouldn’t have if you had been honest with me.” you glared at him, “Why did you even come if it’s bad?” 

“Legal sibling obligation, Hazel’s in the play.” he explained, “Will’s my forced plus one.” Will rolled his eyes, but laughed. 

“Same as me,” Annabeth joined in, “Morale support for Percy. You’re the only one here of your own free will I’m afraid.” 

“Not for long, I’m leaving-” but before you got up, Nico grabbed your arm and pointed at the stage. 

The play was starting. 

The stage was empty as the lights flashed on. Hazel made her dramatic entrance onto the stage, to a mildly warm applause from the audience. It kept going until she raised both her hands, immediately silencing the audience. She started her speech.  

“A long time ago in a town called Nazareth there lived a young woman called Mary and a young carpenter called Joseph.” As Hazel moved to the side, two people who you assumed to be Mary and Joseph entered onto the stage. With their entrance, the background of the stage went from neutral to a more sunset like atmosphere, allowing you a good look at the new characters. 

Leo Valdez, who you knew was Mary, wore a beige dress, and a blue cloak over his head and shoulders. Somehow he was certainly looking as if he was going through tough times. Funnily enough, his performance was complimented by Bobby, Jason’s friend who took care of the elephants. They slowly walked across the stage, where Leo- sat on a stool, as Bobby kept walking and exited from the stage. Hazel continued her narration. 

“They loved each other very much and they also loved God very much. Mary of Nazareth was very special because God had chosen her to be the Mother of His Only Son. God sent the angel Gabriel to ask Mary if she would be the Mother of God.”

Blaise, son of Vulcan, was lowered onto the stage, gigantic wings on his back and for some reason a crown that was literally on fire. He stops inches from the floor, as he spreads his arms and addresses Leo. 

“Mary, you are the chosen one. Soon you will have a baby boy. He will be very special. He will be the Son of God and you must call him Jesus.” Leo tried to look surprised, and quickly walked off stage while Blaise was being raised again, until both of them were off the stage. 

“Soon after the angel’s visit, Herod, the ruler of the land, gave an order” Hazel said

Claudia flew in using winged shows, dressed as the average Mercury interpretation and yelled; “By order of the emperor, everyone must return to the place they were born to pay a special tax!” you could hear her yell it once more off stage as she kept flying, before you heard a loud crashing noise.

Bobby entered the stage, and he looked awfully worried. Was it acting, or did Claudia break a bone? But Hazel continued no matter what was happening. 

“Joseph was worried. He was born in a place called Bethlehem. It was a long way away and Mary’s baby was due any time. Joseph and Mary knew they had to go and they prepared for the journey.”

Leo came onto the stage, now wearing a fake pregnant belly. You did not want to consider pregnant Leo Valdez, yet here you were. Behind him Festus went onto the stage, Bobby and Leo got on and Festust started flying over the audience, eliciting some gasps from the audience. 

After a moment, Hazel started her dialogue. “Mary rode to Bethlehem on a donkey, with Joseph walking by her side. Remember, Mary was about to have a baby, so it was a very long dangerous journey. Mary and Joseph were very grateful to their faithful donkey who carried Mary so bravely and so carefully.” 

Festus landed on the stage again, and Leo and Bobby got off. 

“Thank you little donkey” Leo said as he petted Festus. “YOU’RE WELCOME CUPCAKE!” Coach Hedge’s voice blared from the speakers. Unbothered, Hazel continued the story. 

“It took many days to reach Bethlehem. When they arrived, Mary was very tired. They needed to find somewhere to stay, but the town was crowded with lots of other travelers and every inn they went to was full.”

Dakota, Lavinia and Marilyn entered, each holding a door in front of them. You saw Bobby open his mouth, but Leo was quicker in saying the line. 

“Let’s go and see if they have room for us,” he said, and Bobby had the quickest glare, before knocking on the first door. Dakota opened the door, and Leo asked whether there was a room. Dakota shook his head, closed the door, picked it up and walked off the stage. The scene is the exact same for the other two inn-keepers, before Hazel speaks again, and as she speaks, Dakota enters the stage again, still holding his door. 

“Eventually, seeing how tired they both looked, one kind innkeeper took pity on them.” Dakota opened his door, and stepped out of it. 

“I have no room at the inn,” Dakota hiccuped, “but you can stay in the stable where I keep my animals. It is dry and warm.” 

Leo and Bobby thanked him, and as they walked to the right of the stage, from the left an entire stable on wheels was brought in. But not just that, because this stable was complete with an elephant, and buford the table who was mooing. Did they not find any pegasi willing to take the stage or something? Either way, Leo, Bobby and Dakota left the stage, only for Leo and Bobby to re-enter from the other side, still leading Festus who patiently took his place next to the war elephant. 

How the fuck did they manage to get Festus to cross backstage that quickly? 

“During the night Mary gave birth to Jesus.” Hazel paused to point at the birth. Leo start screaming, as the golden boy, Jason Grace, somehow came out from under Leo’s stool. He was naked, except for a pair of skin colored boxers. Bobby quickly draped a cloth over him, roman style.  “He was wrapped in strips of cloth and laid in a manger full of hay.” Hazel finished her sentence as Jason laid himself in the manger, his face the only visible bit to the audience. 

This apparently was a cue for the animals on stage to start speaking, as a different coach Hedge voice came from Buford’s speaker. 

“Test, test. Is this okay, kid? Yeah. okay. Cow: Let’s moooove a little bit closer to Child.” coach’s voice sounded calm. 

“I, the sheep,” It sounded from behind the elephant, “say that we might wake up the baaaaby Jesus if we do that.” 

“No,” This time it was clearly Leo with a voice changer sounding from Festus, “hee haw, hee haw he’s already awake.” 

From the other side of the stage the inn-keepers re-entered, wearing beards and hats. You were quickly corrected by Hermes. 

“Nearby on a hillside overlooking the town some shepherds were watching over their sheep. As they did so a very bright light came into the sky.” Blaise slowly descended once again, this time holding a lamp “The light was an angel sent by God.”

“Do not to be afraid,” Blaise spoke, “I have good news. The Son of God has been born. You will find him in a stable in Bethlehem.” He was being pulled back up again, only for the rope to hitch and him to drop the lamp all the way down. The shepherds yelled curses, but quickly went “we’re fine! We’re fine!!” before scrambling to pick up the biggest pieces of the lamp. Hazel was gaping at the scene, but she quickly recovered.

“The shepherds were excited and went to Bethlehem to find Jesus.” Dakota, Lavinia and Marilyn walked off stage carrying the pieces of the lamp. They came back out on the other side of the stage as Hazel resumed her speech, “When they found Jesus they were filled with joy. They told Mary and Joseph about the angel in the sky.”

“This must be the Son of God.” Dakota said. 

“The angel told us he will be the savior of the world.” Marilyn spoke up. 

“Can I kiss His feet?” Lavinia asked. 

“Ew, no.” Leo said, “What are you, a pedo?” clearly this was unscripted, as Lavinia burst out laughing. 

“Thank You God for giving us Your Son.” Dakota tried to save the bit. 

Then on the other side of the stage, Frank, Janice, Micheal and … the Grinch? entered. Pointing at the sun, which was now in the middle of the sky. Hazel narrated the scene once again. 

“A long way away in the East, three wise kings who studied the stars and the horrid Grinch, saw a new very bright star shining in the sky. They knew that this meant a great ruler had been born. The three wise men decided to go and find the baby. The wise men followed the star to the stable in Bethlehem. They found Jesus lying in a manger. They gave him gifts,”

Whoever played the Grinch first approached baby Jason Jesus, and showed the audience and Jason their gift. “I give you the gift of Easter! And eggs! And chocolate! All shall search and feast to this little man! All must do!” and as the Grinch laughed maniacally, cannons from the stage started firing chocolate Easter eggs at the audience. 

Instead of excitement, the first few rows mainly screamed in pain and tried to duck away from the fire. Contrary to popular belief, chocolate is very hard and not nice to get hit by. But as the cannons stopped, and the audience was silent once again, the show had to go on. 

Frank walked up to Jasus, and kneeled down, as he gave him his gift. “I give you my pledge to your legion, which I shall follow till the end.” Janice stood tall next to him, brandishing a spear, “I will give you forces and loyalty, to build the greatest empire that mankind will ever know.” Next up was Micheal, who spread his arms wide as he more addressed the audience than Jason. “And I! Shall give you this cross, the means to and end and the end to a means! It shall guide you with the will of the Roman Empire!” From the ceiling of the theater a cross lowered. 

“Isn’t it supposed to be like gold, incense and myrrh?” Will whispered to Nico and as you looked at Nico, his face was once of disbelief. 

“The fuck are they doing?” he whispered under his breath “Don’t they know the Romans killed Jesus?” Yet the play continued. 

Jason got up from the manger, spread his arms, and probably by harness and wires, got lifted to align with the cross Micheal had lowered. The Grinch stood up, and as Micheal fastened Jason to the cross (by straps, and two clearly fake spikes) the Grinch brandished a knife. Jason looked up one last time, as he pitfully said his one and only line.

“Et tu, Grinch?” and the Grinch stabbed him. 

Cheers erupted. The horrors had finally passed.

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