#Mari was SO visibly nervous

[goldfades]

𝐌𝐑𝐒. 𝐁𝐔𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒 ─ PB⁵

౨ৎ ─ summary | request -> "hiii could I request a fic where paige meets your family and she and your toddler nephew end up loving each other and it makes the reader love paige even more 🥺🥺"

─ word count | 2.7k

─ warnings | nothing but absolute fluff, like seriously - sososo cute. parents being super welcoming (r has a sister and brother-in-law, i had to name the characters i hope yall dont mind), lots of banter/teasing, lots of basketball talk, BABY FEVERRRR!!!!!!!!! paige/dad bonding, umm.. nothing else??

─ ev's notes | the chokehold the pic in the middle has on me IS INSANE

"DON'T BE NERVOUS," you smiled reassuringly at your girlfriend, who was currently fixing up her hair in the rearview mirror of her car. "They're gonna love you."

You and Paige had been dating for almost a year now, it'd been pure bliss ─ it was everything you'd hoped for in a relationship and more. You'd never been more fulfilled in your life, and Paige felt the exact same way. As your relationship progressed, you realized that it was the perfect time for her to meet your family.

Paige had become such an integral part of your life, and so was your family ─ meeting them was now a milestone in the relationship, and you were never more excited for someone to meet your family.

As Paige put the finishing touches on her hair, you couldn't help but admire her. She looked beautiful, as always, and you couldn't wait for your family to see just how amazing she was.

Paige sighed nervously as you exchanged glances, yours soft. You reached out, gently touching her hand to reassure her more.

"They're really looking excited to meet you," you said, sincerity evident in your voice. "Trust me, they're going to love you just as much as I do."

Paige flashed a nervous smile, but you could see the hint of excitement behind it. She squeezed your hand gently, drawing comfort from your touch. "I hope so," she replied softly.

With a final check in the mirror, Paige took a deep breath and turned off the ignition. Stepping out of the car, she linked her hand with yours, and together you made your way towards the front door of your family home.

You knocked, and after a few moments, the door swung open to reveal your parents, who greeted you both with warm smiles. "Oh my god, Y/N!" your mother squealed as she pulled you into a hug.

You quickly wrapped your arms around her, engulfing her in a warm hug. Your dad gave you a quick hug before they turned their attention to Paige, a nervous smile on her face as she glanced toward you.

Your mother's eyes lit up as she turned to Paige. "And you must be Paige! It's so lovely to finally meet you," she exclaimed, opening her arms for a hug.

Paige returned the embrace, her tension visibly easing as she felt your family's warmth. "Here I, uh brought some wine."

Your mother's eyes lit up as she took the wine from Paige's hands, letting out a small laugh. "Thank you so much, Paige! That's very thoughtful of you," your mother said, her smile widening as she inspected the bottle of wine. "You didn't have to bring anything, but we'll definitely enjoy this."

Your dad stepped forward, offering Paige a friendly handshake and a smile. Paige returned the handshake, relief evident in her expression.

"I just wanted to make a good impression," she admitted, her cheeks tinged with a hint of pink.

"Well, you've already done that," your dad chimed in, his tone warm. "Anyone who brings wine is definitely welcome in our home."

You and Paige exchanged looks before laughing, your parents joining in after a few seconds.

With that, your family ushered Paige inside, leading her to the cozy living room where the fireplace crackled warmly. The familiar smells of home cooking made Paige relax as she began taking in your home, more specifically ─ the baby photos.

"That's Y/N and her older sister, Marie." Your mother spoke fondly as she saw that Paige was looking. Paige looked back at you with a warm smile.

As your mother pointed to a particularly old photo, Paige's gaze lingered on it, a soft smile tugging at her lips. She turned to you, her eyes reflecting the affection she felt. "You were such a cute kid," she teased gently.

You chuckled, feeling a rush of affection for Paige as you shared a knowing look. "Well, I had good genes to work with," you replied, reaching out to squeeze her hand affectionately.

"Oh! Speaking of babies. Honey, is Jordan coming tonight?" Your mother chirped toward your father, who was currently looking at the old photo album.

Paige glanced toward you with a confused expression before your mother clarified, a small smile on her face. "Jordan is her older sister's kid, he's adorable."

"You're gonna love him," you whispered toward your girlfriend as her smile got even bigger. If there's one thing everyone knows about Paige, she's the best with kids.

Your father nodded toward your mom, a smile on her face. "Oh yes, he is. He loves basketball, too." His eyes lit up as he glanced toward Paige, a grin on his face.

"Dad," you mumbled, an embarrassed tint on your face as he put his hands up in defense. He definitely did his research on Paige and he was going to make sure he used it. "My dad loves basketball-"

"What? You didn't tell me that!" Paige exclaimed as she glanced toward your father, a grin playing on her lips.

You sighed, sharing a glance toward your very amused mother. "Yeah, cause I knew you two were just gonna talk about basketball for the rest of the night."

Your dad chuckled, shooting you a playful wink before turning his attention back to Paige. "When Y/N told me that she was dating a basketball player, I didn't she meant you."

"I remember me and Daniel, you don't know him yet but you'll definitely meet him ─ were talking about you were the future of the WNBA, and the next day I get a call from Y/N, telling me she was dating you, not even joking. Sweetheart, tell her."

"Yes, it's true. I was there," your mother confirmed with a nod as Paige let out a laugh, glancing toward you.

"I was starstruck, if I'm being honest," your father continued as he grinned at Paige. "I woke up the next day and went to the country club, telling all my pals that my daughter is gonna be the future Mrs. Bueckers."

"Hey, who said I'm taking her last name?" You joked as you sent your father a playful glare.

Your father laughed heartily, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, you better start getting used to the idea, sweetheart," he teased, his grin widening.

"We actually already talked about this, she is taking my last name." Paige spoke proudly as your father clapped, causing a small laugh from your mother.

You couldn't help but chuckle at the playful banter between your father and Paige. "Looks like you've got it all planned out," you remarked, shooting Paige a fond smile.

Paige grinned, nodding in agreement. "Hey, tradition's tradition,"

Your father clapped his hands together in mock triumph. "That's my girl!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with pride. "Mrs. Bueckers sounds amazing, just so you know. Also, season tickets... you know anything about those?"

Paige sent your father a cocky nod, as he clapped his hands again. You couldn't help but laugh at your father's enthusiasm, shaking your head in amusement. "Dad, slow down," you teased, shooting him a playful glare.

Paige joined in the laughter, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she exchanged a knowing glance with you. "Well, I do like the sound of Mrs. Bueckers,"

Your father grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'll take that as a yes," he replied, his grin widening.

Your mother chuckled, shaking her head affectionately at the scene unfolding before her. "Oh goodness, you two are getting too carried away."

Before anyone else could respond, the front door opened to reveal your older sister and her husband, who was holding a toddler. Your sister's arrival drew everyone's attention, and a chorus of greetings filled the room as she and her husband stepped inside, their toddler squirming in his father's arms.

"Oh finally," you exhaled as Paige laughed. "You came at the perfect time, Dad was pimping me out for season tickets."

Paige burst into laughter at your comment, her eyes twinkling with amusement as she glanced at your father, who was trying to stifle his own laughter. "That's not was happening, like at all."

Your sister raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at her lips. "That sounds like dad," she teased, shooting a knowing glance at your father as you laughed. She met Paige's gaze with a smile as she outstretched her hand. "Nice to meet you, Paige. I'm Marie, Y/N's older sister."

Paige returned Marie's smile warmly, shaking her hand with genuine pleasure. "It's so nice to meet you, Marie," she said, her tone friendly. "Y/N has told me so much about you."

Marie's smile widened at Paige's words, a hint of curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Oh, has she now?" she replied, her tone teasing.

You couldn't help but chuckle at Marie's playful response, shooting Paige an amused glance. "Only good things, I promise," you interjected, earning a laugh from your sister.

Her husband quickly joined the family in the living room, your nephew still holding onto him as he observed the scene in front of him. He gave Paige a quick smile and a nod. "Nice to meet you, Paige. I'm Max,"

Paige returned the smile and nod, her warmth extending to your brother-in-law as well. "It's great to meet you too Max," she replied, her tone friendly.

As your nephew continued to observe the room with wide-eyed curiosity, Paige couldn't help but feel a surge of affection. "Is this Jordan?" she asked, her voice gentle as she directed her attention towards your nephew.

"Yeah, that's him," Max answered, his voice exhausted as you exchanged glances with your sister.

"He gave us a hard time getting here," she laughed as Jordan kept gazing at Paige. Jordan quickly ripped his gaze away, tightening his grip on her father as he looked away. "Aw, he's getting shy. He's probably just as starstruck as Dad,"

Everyone in the room began laughing as Paige shook her head in amusement, feeling a tiny bit cocky knowing that your entire family were practically her biggest fans.

"Dinner's just about to be ready, Marie honey, can you help me set up?" Your mother asked before she quickly shook her head. "Actually, Max, can you help me instead?"

You exchanged a confused look with Marie as she smirked, walking away toward your father as she begun talking with him. Max quickly handed Jordan off to you before he began following your mother toward the kitchen.

Paige's attention was quickly diverted to Jordan, who was slowly turning to look at her once again. Her heart swelled as she looked at the toddler, feeling a rush of affection for the little boy.

"He's so damn cute," she mumbled as she gazed down at him. You looked at your girlfriend, feeling a rush of affection for her as you watched her interact with Jordan.

"You like basketball?" She asks as you rolled your eyes, letting out a small laugh. Of course that'd be the first question she asked.

Jordan began nodding slowly, a small smile on his face. "Yes,"

Paige's eyes lit up with excitement at Jordan's response, and she leaned in closer to him, her smile widening. "That's awesome!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with enthusiasm. "You know, your aunt Y/N is actually dating a really, really cool basketball player."

"Oh shut up," you laughed as she kept looking at the boy, his smile turning into a grin.

"Auntie Y/N," he repeated with a grin as Paige nodded, a proud grin on her face.

"Yeah, that's right!" Paige affirmed with a chuckle, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she glanced at you. "Auntie Y/N is dating a basketball player who's not as cool as you, of course,"

Jordan began laughing as he watched Paige, before he began squeezing his fists toward her. Paige chuckled at Jordan's playful gesture, delighted by his infectious laughter.

"He wants you to hold him, baby. Here, my arm's getting tired." You spoke softly as Paige's smile widened, quickly taking the toddler from your arms.

You watched as Paige continued to engage with Jordan, her warmth and kindness evident in every interaction. With gentle hands, she lifted him up, settling him comfortably in her arms as he giggled.

"There we go," Paige cooed softly, her voice filled with tenderness as she adjusted Jordan's position. "You're such a little sweetheart, aren't you?"

Jordan nodded enthusiastically, his laughter filling the room as he nestled into Paige's embrace. With a contented sigh, he rested his head against her shoulder, his small arms wrapping around her neck in a tight hug.

"Oh my gosh, he loves you so much already." Marie remarked softly as she watched, her expression slightly shocked as you smiled loving toward your girlfriend.

"She just has that effect on people," you said with a warm smile, your gaze filled with pride and affection as you watched Paige and Jordan. "He barely likes me, it's insane how he already loves you."

Marie nodded as she laughed. "Yeah, she's not exaggerating."

"Are we sure we're talking about the same kid?" Paige mumbled as Jordan kept gazing at her, tightening his grip on her with a contented sigh. Paige's heart swelled with affection at Jordan's gesture, and she returned his hug with gentle warmth.

Paige chuckled softly, her heart warmed by Jordan's affectionate embrace. "Looks like I've got a new best friend," she said with a smile, her voice filled with tenderness as she gently stroked Jordan's back.

Jordan nodded eagerly, his eyes shining with joy as he snuggled closer to Paige. "Best friend!" he exclaimed happily, his voice filled with excitement.

Paige laughed as she glanced at you, her gaze adoring as she pulled the toddler closer. Your heart swelled at the sight, feeling your love for Paige somehow triple at the mere sight of her with Jordan.

Paige's ability to connect with others, especially with children, never ceased to amaze you. It was one of the many things you admired about her ─ her kindness, her warmth, and her genuine love for people.

With a fond smile, you reached out to gently tousle Jordan's hair, earning a giggle from the delighted toddler. "Looks like you've got yourself a new best friend," you remarked, your voice filled with affection as you looked at Paige.

Paige grinned, her eyes sparkling with happiness as she nodded in agreement. "Yep, and I couldn't be happier about it," she replied, her voice soft and tender.

As the night came to a close, you and Paige had to say goodbye to your family and head home. Jordan, thankfully, was asleep by the time you'd left because if he wasn't, you're sure he would've rioted. With hugs and promises to see each other soon, you and Paige made your way back to her car, hand in hand.

She pulled you closer into her chest as she grinned, gazing down at you. "I don't think I've ever wanted a baby more, baby."

You glanced up at her with a small smile, feeling your cheeks flare up. "Me neither, I want a baby. Like, right now."

"I know," Paige mumbled as she unlocked the car. You leaned against the car as you pulled her closer, engulfing her lips in a sweet kiss. "I didn't think I'd be leaving your house with a baby fever, but here we are."

You laughed against her lips, the warmth of her laughter mingling with yours as you pulled back slightly, your foreheads touching. "Yeah, well, Jordan does have that effect on people," you joked, your heart filled with love for both Paige and the little boy who had captured her heart.

Paige chuckled softly, her arms wrapping around you as she leaned in to rest her forehead against yours. "I can't wait for the day when we have our own," she murmured, her voice filled with tenderness.

But before you could respond, you suddenly heard a loud toddler scream from inside your home. You and Paige exchanged glances before bursting out in laughter, knowing that Jordan's riot was indeed imminent.

"Well, it looks like we'll have to wait a bit longer for our own toddler," you joked with a chuckle, your heart filled with amusement. She nodded as she laughed, shaking her head as she reluctantly let go of your hand and got into the driver's seat.

With a shared laugh, you both made your way back to the car, the sound of Jordan's screams echoing in the background. As Paige settled into the driver's seat, you joined her, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you.

"You wanna go comfort your new best friend, baby?"

Paige sent you a playful glare as she turned on the car, shaking her head. "I'm good, maybe later."

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Loser Strips 18+

Girls: Reader, Leah Williamson, Lucy Bronze, Ella Toone, Rachel Daly, Millie Bright, Mary Earps

Word count: 5,004

Plot: It was the first week of Camp. Reader is the new trainer for the England squad. Leah and the girls invite Reader to play a game. Reader is iffy about it but gives in and decides to play with them. Little does she know that the game has a twist.

*Y/n's pov*

It's the 5th day of camp. I'm the new athletic trainer, I barely slept last night so I was really tired. I was heading back to my room when Leah approaches me.

"Hey Y/n." Leah smiles.

I smile and greet her. "Hey Leah. What's up?" I ask.

"Me and some of the girls are gonna play a game. Did you wanna play the game with us?" Leah asks.

"I don't know Leah, I'm really tired. I only got 3 hours of sleep last night, I'm really tired." I say.

"Come on please it'll be fun! No one will get hurt." She giggles and winks at me.

I look at her and weigh my options. "Fine." I point my finger at her. "But only for a little while."

Leah raises her hands in surrender. "Only for a little bit."

She smirks. "Can we play the game in your room?"

I sigh and nod. "Yeah sure." I unlock the door and open it. I look behind Leah and see the girls. Leah, Mary, Millie, Lucy, Ella and Rachel walk in.

I follow them in, I close the door behind me and lock it.  Millie and Rachel are giggling. Fuck they definitely gave some sort of plan in mind.

"Where should we play?" Leah asks.

"We can plan on the floor or on the beds. But I recommend the floor since we would have more room to play the game." I say.

We sit down, Millie and Rachel are whispering to each other and giggling.

"So should we play this game Y/n? Girls you all want to play right?" Leah asks.

"Oh yeah." They all say in sync. I get a bit nervous and chuckle. "Um what game did you guys have In mind?" I ask.

"You know the game loser strips?" Lucy asks eyeing me a bit and biting her lip.

"N-No what is it?" I ask stuttering a bit.

"Well obviously we all play the game, and whoever loses has to take off a piece of clothing." Leah says explaining the rules.

Leah smirks as the other giggle, Leah plays with her hair. "Come on Y/n little be fun. You won't regret it." Leah says.

"Girls I don't think this game would be appropriate I can get into trouble for this." I say.

Lucy and Ella were already staring at my crotch and undressing me with their eyes. I blush darkly and adjust my shorts as my bulge becomes visible and the girls notice it.

"No one will know Y/n. We certainly won't tell anyone." Leah says walking towards me.

"Yeah Y/n I think it's a great game." Lucy says winking at me. I bite my lip as Leah walks towards me.

"I D-Don't girls." I say.

"Y/n it'll be fine." Millie says.

"Mary how should we start?" Ella asks getting straight to the point.

Mary smirks and looks at me. "Last one to touch Y/n's dick loses their top."

"W-What ladies this isn't appropriate. We can seriously get into trouble for this." I say becoming a stuttering mess.

Leah smirks and reaches down and places her hand in my dick over my shorts. She bites her lip. "Mmm you sure are packing Y/n."

I blush darkly as she does this. Lucy giggles and does the same thing getting a feel in. "Mm fuck love your huge." Lucy says.

Rachel pushes Millie out of the way and grabs my dick. "Mmm if you fuck any of us love I want that dick first."

I blush and nod. "S-Sure n-no promises." I say.

Rachel giggles and kisses my cheek. Ella is the next one to touch my dick over my shorts. "Mmm you're bigger than my boyfriend." Ella says.

I blush darkly and panic as Ella says this. "Girls, we should stop." I say.

Leah looks at me. "Stop Y/n it's fine trust me."

Lucy smiles and looks over at Millie. "Millie it looks like you lost, lose that top girl."

Rachel giggles and helps Millie slip off her shirt and tosses her shirt to the side. Rachel smirks as she sees me watching and gives Millie's boobs a slight squeeze.

Millie moans, I bite my lip and watch Rachel do this. Rachel smirks and winks at med I get hard as I look at the site in front of me. The girls giggle as I get hard at the sight of Millie in her sports bra and from staring at her toned abs and upper body.

"Shit babe, you really enjoyed that huh?" Mary asks teasing me.

"S-Shut up." I stutter.

Mary giggles. "Anyways shall we carry on?" She asks.

"We shall." Leah replies and looks at me. "Your pretty hard Y/n maybe you should pick the next task."

"N-No I'm okay." I say.

"Come on Y/n don't be a pussy." Leah says.

I look over at Leah and smirk. "Fine, last one to touch Leah's ass loses their shorts." I say.

Leah blushes. I smirk and look at her. "Go on love, get on the bed and get on all fours."

Leah does as I say, she gets on the bed and gets on all fours. I smirk and squeeze her ass a slight squeeze. Leah moans quietly as I do this.

"'Mm your ass is so fit and tight." I say.

Leah moans. "Thanks love, you also got an ass."

The other girls touch Leah's ass. Mary is the last one to touch Leah's ass, I smirk and look at Mary. "Lose them shorts baby."

Mary blushes and takes off her shorts and tosses them to the side. I bite my lip as I check out the view of Mary in her panties in front of me.

"Shit baby your ass looks fat as fuck." I say.

Mary giggles and turns her ass to me and shakes it a bit. "Mmm maybe you should rub your dick between my folds some." Leah says.

"Mmm I bet you would love my dick rubbing your folds." I say and spank her ass.

I smirk as my boner rubs against her ass. Leah moans and jumps a bit as I spank her ass. "Y/n it feels so big back there. No wonder why the girls want your dick."

"It tempting but what if your folds are soaking wet and I accidentally slip inside you." I say.

"Mmm maybe we should continue the game for now." Leah says.

"If you say so." I look at Lucy. "Your turn to pick the next task."

Lucy thinks. "Hmm." She smirks. "Last one to lick my pussy loses their shorts."

"Doesn't that sound fun Y/n? Why don't you prepare her pussy for us. Say go Lucy." Ella says.

I blush darkly. "You guys just want my dick out." I mutter.

Lucy takes off her shorts and panties and lays on the bed. She smirks and spreads her legs. "Go."

I'm the first one to lick her folds, Lucy moans as we take turns licking her folds. Leah is the last one to lick Lucy's folds.

Leah takes off her shorts and tosses them to the side. "Come on Y/n that's not true. I mean hehe we do want your dick out, but you still got all your clothes on." Millie says.

"Hmmm maybe some of us do want to see your dick." Leah says.

I smirk and wink at her. She blushes and giggles. "Lucy put your panties back on." Ella says.

"Last one to squeeze Millie's boobs loses their shirt." Leah says.

Lucy finishes putting her panties and shorts back on. She smirks and holds me back on purpose so I lose. "Hey let me go or I'll finger you. This is cheating! No fair."

"Haha Y/n you lost." Ella giggles. "You couldn't even finger Lucy if you tried."

Ella giggle and tickles me as Lucy is the next one to squeeze Millie's boobs. I smirk, I lower my hand and rub Lucy's folds over her panties catching Lucy off guard.

I smirk and look over at Mary. "Help me with my shorts love." Mary nods, she gets on her knees. She grabs the waist band of my shorts and slides my shorts off, I smirk and toss them to the side.

Mary bites her lip as my bulge is in her face. She blushes darkly and licks her lips as she stares at my bulge. "Boxers too baby." I say.

Mary blushes and slides my boxers down my legs and tosses them to the side. My dick springs up and slaps Mary in the cheek.

"Shit I'm so sorry baby. Are you okay?" I ask.

Ella starts dying of laughter. "Haha Mary just got slapped in the face by a dick."

We all giggle at her comment. Mary giggles and nods. "I'm okay baby."

I nod and smirk as I think about the next task. "Last one to take my dick in their mouth loses their shorts." I say.

Mary is the first one to take my dick in her mouth. I moan and run my fingers through her hair as she bobs her head a bit.

Lucy is the next one to take my dick in her mouth. I moan, Lucy hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit. Next up is Ella, I smirk and hold her head down on my dick making her deep throat me, as she bobs her head a bit. She coughs and gags a bit. Next up is Rachel.

Fuck not gonna lie, I've always wanted Rachel to give me head. I moan as Rachel takes my dick in her mouth. "Mmm fuck." I moan.

Rachel makes it more spicy. She grabs my ass and squeezes it a bit, she takes my dick down her throat and proceeds to give me head for 2 minutes. Rachel takes my dick out of her mouth, she giggles and kisses my dick and then kisses my V line.

Millie goes next and then Leah. Leah is the last one to take my dick in her mouth. "Mmm looks like you lost babe." I smirk. I decided to tease the girls and have Leah give me a blowjob.

"Open your mouth loser." I say.

Leah opens her mouth, I smirk and put my dick back in her mouth. I grab Leah's head and help her bob her head.

"Mmm that's it suck daddy's dick like the loser you are." I say. I moan in pleasure as Leah hums against my dick and bobs her head a bit faster.

I moan as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat. I moan as she bobs her head a bit faster and plays with my balls. I moan and hold her hair up as she continues to give me head.

The girls moan and but their lips and touch themselves as they watch Leah suck my dick. "Mmm good girl, ahh you know how to suck dick." I moan in pleasure.

Leah hums against my dick and bobs her head even faster. Rachel grabs Leah's head and shoves it down further in my dick making Leah take my length down her throat.

"Cum down her thirst baby." Ella moans as she fingers herself. Millie holds me from behind and massages my boobs. I moan in pleasure as she does this, Millie smirks and giggles.

"Go on baby, disgrace her in front of us. Fill her mouth with your load and make her swallow it." Millie says seductively.

"Mmm fuck, I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

The girls start making comments like. "Make that slut swallow." And "Force it down her throat." Or "Make her swallow."

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. I moan as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

Throat pie:

I can't take it anymore, I bust my load in her mouth. Leah chokes and gags as I cum in her mouth she down her throat.

"Swallow my load. Swallow it like the loser slut you are." I moan.

All this dirty talk was making Leah even more wet and turned on along with the rest of the girls. Rachel was jealous, I smirk and kiss her say notice this. Rachel smiles against my lips and kisses back.

"You were all talk earlier, why don't you come here and finger me." Lucy says.

I smirk and walk over to Lucy, I smirk and kiss her. I slip my hand in her panties and swipe my finger up her folds collecting her juices on my finger.

Lucy moans in the kiss as I do this, I break the kiss and slip In a finger and slowly finger her. Lucy moans as I slowly finger her.

"You like that slut?" I ask as I finger her. Lucy moans and nods, I smirk. "Words baby, I need words or I'll edge you."

Lucy quickly panics. "Yeah daddy, I love it. Feels so good." Lucy moans and cutely grinds against my fingers desperate to cum.

"Good, mmm your soaking wet love." I smirk and finger her faster.

Lucy moans loudly in pleasure. "Please daddy." Lucy moans.

I smirk. "Please what baby?" I ask her.

"Please let me cum." Lucy begs. "I've been a good girl." Lucy moans.

I smirk and grant her request. I finger get faster and faster, I slip another finger in her and rub her clit with my thumb. "Mmm fuck I'm gonna cum." Lucy moans.

After a couple more minutes Lucy moans in pleasure and cums all over my fingers and hand. Lucy moans and shudders as I help her ride out her high.

Once she comes down from her high I slowly pull my fingers out of her, I turn to Ella.

"Open your mouth slut." I say, Ella quickly opens her mouth. "Mmm good girls suck and lick Lucy's juices off my fingers."

Ella moans as she licks and sucks Lucy's juices off my fingers. I smirk and watch as Ella does this. The girls moan and touch themselves as they watch Ella suck and lick Lucy's juices off my fingers.

"Leah your turn to pick the next task." I say.

"Last person to make out with me loses a piece of clothing." Leah says.

I smirk and lean in and make out with her. Leah immediately starts kissing back. Lucy is the 2nd, Millie is the 3rd, Mary is the 4th, Rachel is the 5th and Ella is the last one to make out with her.

Ella takes off her shirt. "Ella your turn to pick the next task." Leah says.

"Last one to kiss my tits loses a piece of clothing." Ella says.

I giggle and hold Lucy back as pay back, the girls one by one take turns kissing Ella's tits. "Y/n better let me go before I eat your ass out from behind." Lucy says.

"Hehe that would be a sexy task." I say.

Millie giggles and holds Lucy's for me as I kiss Ella's tits. Lucy cutely pouts. "You all are fucking Cheaters!" Lucy says.

Lucy takes off her shirt, I whistle at the sight. "Fucking hell baby. you look so sexy without a shirt." I say.

Lucy's smirks and teases us, she lifts the bottom of her bra showing off her under boobs. "Lucy your turn to pick the next task." I say.

Lucy nods. "Last person to kiss my abs loses a piece of clothing." Lucy says.

Lucy blushes as u push her back onto the bed. I kneel between her legs and press kisses up here abs and down to her V line. Lucy's breath hitches as I do this.

The rest of the girls take turns kissing her abs. Rachel was the last one to kiss Lucy's abs. We cheer and whistle as Rachel takes off her shorts.

"Rachel pick the next task." Lucy says.

"Last one to stroke Y/n's dick loses a piece of clothing of the 5th persons choice." Rachel says.

Millie, Ella, Lucy and Rachel still had a decent amount of clothes on. Along with Mary, Leah is the first one to stroke my dick, the girls take turns stroking my dick. Millie is the last one to stroke my dick.

I smirk, Ella was the 5th person to stroke my dick. "Millie lose those shorts babe." Ella says.

I smirk and squeeze Millie's ass as she takes her shorts off. Millie moans as I do this. "Millie your turn to pick the next task." Ella says.

Millie looks around the room as she tries to think of the next task. "Last person to rub Leah's pussy over her panties loses a piece of clothing." Millie says.

Millie smirks and makes out with Leah as she teases Leah's clit over her panties, Rachel is next. Then Mary, then Ella, then me. Lucy is the last one to rub Leah's pussy over her panties.

"Lucy lose them shorts babe." Millie says.

Lucy giggles, she blushes as she takes off her shorts and toss them to the side. "Lucy pick the next task." Millie says.

"Hmmm...." Lucy smirks. "Last person to eat Millie's ass loses a piece of clothing of Millie's choice." Lucy says.

Millie blushes, she gets on the bed and gets on all fours. Lucy slides Millie's panties down her legs and tosses them to the side. Lucy begins to eat out Millie's ass, Millie gasps and moans in pleasure as the girls take turns eating Millie's ass.

I'm the 4th one to eat Millie's ass. Leah was the 5th one and Ella was the last to eat Millie's ass. "Ella lose those shorts." Millie says.

Ella blushes darkly and takes off her shorts. "Ella your turn to pick the next task." Millie says.

Ella smirks. "Last one to grind against Y/n's face loses their panties." Ella says.

I blush darkly and lay on the bed, the girls take off their panties. Ella is the first on to sit in my face and grind against my face. Ella moans and grinds against my tongue as I eat her out. Next up is Leah, then Millie then Rachel and then Lucy.

Mary is the last one to grind against my face. "Mary you are the last one. Hehe lose your panties babe." Leah giggles as she teases our friend.

"O-Oh S-Shut up." Mary stutters and blushes darkly. I smirk and kiss her.

"Don't be shy baby, you're beautiful." I say as I pepper her neck and shoulder with kisses. Mary smiles. "Thank you baby." Mary says.

Mary blushes and slips off her panties and toss them off to the side. "Mary, your turn to pick the next task."

Mary nods and looks around the room as she tries to think of the next task. "The last one to grind their pussy against mine loses a piece of clothing." Mary says.

I smirk and get an idea. I decided to distract Rachel. I hold her form behind I slip my hand in her panties and tease her clit with my finger. Rachel pouts and moans and tires to get out of my grip.

"F-Fuck daddy, let me go ugh. This is cheating." Rachel moans.

I smirk and slip in a finger and slowly finger her. Rachel moans and bucks her hips and slowly grinds against my fingers Rachel turns into a moaning mess.

Leah moans loudly in pleasure as she grinds her pussy against Mary. "Watch baby." I say. Rachel moans and continues to grind against my finger as I slowly finger her.

"So sexy, them taking turns and rubbing their pussies against Mary's." I say. Rachel moans and continues to grind against my finger as I continue to slowly finger her.

Ella is the next one to grind her pussy against Mary's. Millie is the 3rd one Mary moans loudly in pleasure and squirts form the pleasure. "Mmm I'm gonna cum." Mary cries out of pleasure.

Millie smirks and moans as she grinds against Mary's pussy faster. Mary can't take it anymore, she cums like crazy Millie smiles as she feels Mary's juices on her abs, clit and thighs.

"Fuck that was extremely sexy." I say. The rest of the girls take turns grinding their pussies against Mary's. Rachel is the last one, I kiss Rachel's neck and help Rachel slip off her shirt.

"Your turn to pick the next task baby." I say whispering in her ear and squeeze Rachel's ass a bit.

Rachel smirks she reaches back and slowly strokes my dick as she looks back at me. "Last one to grind against Y/n's dick and makes her hard loses their bra." Rachel smirks and looks at Mary. "Or shirt.

Mary blushes, Mary pushes me back onto the bed. Mary smirks, she turns her back to me and slowly grinds against my dick. I moan and place my hands on her hips as she continues to grind against my dick. Mary giggles and stops.

Next up is Rachel. I smirk and moan as Rachel grinds against my dick. I can feel how wet she is through her panties. "Mmm fuck, you're soaking wet." I moan.

Rachel smirks and stops grinding against me. Next up Is Ella, Ella moans in pleasure from the friction as she grinds against my dick. I moan in pleasure and smirk as I feel how wet Ella is.

Next up is Leah, I moan as Leah smirks and slowly grinds against my dick. I moan and squeeze her ass. "Mmm fuck." I moan. Leah moans in pleasure as my bulge rubs against her folds over her panties.

"Mmm fuck." Leah moans.

She moans and stops, next up is Lucy. Lucy smirks, she turns her back to me, I moan as she slowly grinds her pussy against my dick. I moan and squeeze her ass a bit.

Lucy moans as I squeeze her ass. "Fucking hell baby, your ass is fat ass fuck." I moan. I moan a I feel how wet she is and she is soaking wet.

Lucy stops. I smirk and look at Millie, "You lost babe. Lose that bra."

Millie smirks and slips off her sports bra. "Mmm fuck baby, your tits look so fuckable." I moan and bite my lip as I check out her tits.

Millie smirks. "Yeah baby? You wanna fuck my tits and bust your load all over them?" Millie asks seductively.

I smirk and nod. "I most definitely do." I say.

Millie smirks. "Mmmm I'm sure you would."

"Millie your turn to pick the next task." I say.

Millie pauses for a moment and thinks about the next task and smirks. "Last one to grind against Y/n's abs loses their bra." Millie says.

I smile and take off my shirt and lay on the bed. Millie is the first one to straddle me and grinds against my abs. I bit my lip as I feel her juices soak through her panties and feel her juices in my abs.

Millie moans and massages my tits as she continues to grind against my abs. Millie moans in pleasure and stops, next up is Ella. After Ella Lucy goes, then Mary, then Rachel. Leah is the last one to grind against my abs.

"Lose that bra baby. I'll help you take it off." I say.

I sit up, kiss Leah deeply and slip her sports bra off and toss it to the side. "Leah it's your turn to pick the next task."

"Mmm the last one to finger Ella loses their panties." Leah says

Ella blushes darkly, she takes off her panties and sits on the bed. She spreads her legs giving us full access to her pussy.

I smirk and sit on the bed behind her. I help her spread  her legs with mine, I smirk and slip in two fingers and slowly pump my fingers in and out of her. Ella gasps and moans as I do this.

"Mmm fuck." Ella moans.

I smirk and continue to finger her, I finger her for another minutes and then slip my fingers out of her. Next up is Mary. Ella moans as Mary slips in two fingers and slowly fingers her. Next up is Millie, then Lucy and then Leah.

Last one is Rachel. Ella giggles, "lose them panties baby." Ella says. Rachel blushes darkly as she takes off her panties. Ella giggles and kisses Rachel.

"Don't be shy baby, you are beautiful." Ella says.

Rachel smiles. "Thank you.

"Rachel your turn to pick the next task." Ella says.

Rachel smirks. "Last one to strap Lucy for two minutes loses their panties."

I blush darkly, Rachel looks at me. "You can slide your dick inside her." Rachel says.

Lucy blushes, she takes off her panties and lays on the bed. Rachel smirks, the girls brought their strap ons, they had this shit planned. Rachel puts her on her strap on and slowly slides her rubber dick inside Lucy.

Lucy's gasps and moans as she takes the rubber dick deep inside her. "Mmm fuck." Lucy moans. Rachel smirks and slowly thrusts in and out of Lucy. After strapping Lucy for a couple minutes Rachel pulls out of her.

Ella is the next one to Strap Lucy. Ella smirks and straps Lucy, Lucy moans in pleasure. Ella kisses Lucy's and pulls out of her. Next one to strap Lucy is Millie. Then Leah. I smirk as I go next.

I slide my dick inside Lucy, Lucy gasps and moans as she takes all 12 inches deep inside her. "Holy shit, you're really deep in there." Lucy moans.

I smirk and slowly thrust in and out of her. Some of my precum leaks inside her after thrusting in and out of Lucy for 2 minutes, I slowly pull out of her. I notice Lucy's is super tense.

"You okay love?" I ask her.

".... I n-need to cum. I was about to cum when you pulled out of me." Lucy says sexually frustrated.

I smirk and look over at Leah. "Can I help her cum?"

Leah smirks and shrugs. "Sure why not."

I smile and slide my dick back inside Lucy. Lucy moans as she takes my length back inside her. "Mmm fuck baby, you're so tight and warm." I moan.

I lean down and make out with her as I continue to thrust in and out of her. Lucy moans in the kiss as I fuck her. Lucy moans, her walls clench around me letting me know that she's close to cumming.

"Let go baby, be a good girl and cum." I moan, Lucy moans and lets go, I smirk and feel her juices on my dick and abs. I help Lucy ride out her high and slowly pull out of her.

"Y-Your turn to pick the next task Brozne." I moan and stutter trying to comprehend that I was just balls deep inside Lucy bronze.

Lucy smirks and thinks about the next task. "First Mary lose your shirt you were the last one to strap me." Lucy says.

Mary blushes darkly and takes off her shirt and tosses it to the side. "I'm gonna change things up a bit." Lucy says. "The next task. Y/n is going to fuck Ella, and cum all over Ella's Folds, thighs, and abs. The last one to lick Y/n's cum off Ella loses their bra and panties." Lucy says.

Rachel smirks. "Or just their panties." Rachel says. Ella takes off her panties and lays on the bed. I join her on the bed, I rub my tip through her folds and slowly slide my dick deep inside her. Ella moans a she takes my length deep inside her.

Ella moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size. "Tell me when to move baby." I say.

"M-Move." Ella moans.

I moan and slowly thrust in and out of her. "Fuck Y/n looks so hot with her dick inside Ella fucking her." Rachel moans, Rachel and the girls touch themselves as they watch me fuck Ella's tight pussy.

"F-Faster." Ella moans.

I moan and thrust into her a bit faster, I moan in pleasure as my balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. Ella's tits bounce up and down under her bra as I continue fucking her.

"Fuck....Fuck.....Fuck." Ella squeaks out with each thrust.

"Mmm fuck her slut pussy." Millie moans as she fingers herself.

"I'm cumming." Ella moans.

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "Ahhh I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.  I moan as I feel my balls tughten.

I moan and quickly pull out of Ella, I moan and stroke my dick fast.

*Cumshot*

I moan in pleasure and cum all over Ella's folds, thighs, inner thighs and in her abs. I moan and slowly stroke my dick, the last of my cum spurting onto her. I moan and come down from her high, I smirk and run my tongue through Ella's folds.

Ella moans in pleasure as I do this. "Mmm fuck." Ella moans.

Leah is the new one to lick my cum off Ella. Then Lucy, then Mary, and Rachel. Millie was the last one. "Mmm lose those panties baby." I giggle and squeeze her ass.

Millie giggles and moans as I squeeze her ass. Millie takes off her panties and tosses them to the side.

To be continued in part 2

[psychoticallykind]

Jegumas Day Six - Fireplace

1,264 words

@noblehouseofgay

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"Here, Pete - okay, try it like this.” James demonstrated the movement for the charm, watching as Peter replicated it. “Good, yeah. Okay, now do that, but make sure you enunciate the words, okay?”

“No?” Peter gave him a lost look. “What’s enunciate and how do I do it to the words?”

“I meant - sorry, mate,” he apologized. “I meant make sure you say the words really clearly, okay? Be careful about pronouncing every letter.”

“James! I can’t find my broom!”

“I brought it in after practice, you left it on the pitch,” James called back, spinning to point at it.

Marlene nodded. “Thanks!”

“James?”

James turned again to smile at the first-year. “Yes?”

The first-year was visibly nervous. “I - um, I’m sorry, I know you’re busy -”

“It’s Tyler, right?” James checked. He waited for the boy to nod. “Great. Tyler, I’m not too busy for you, mate, what’s going on?”

Tyler smiled a little. “I want to send a letter, but my owl is sick and she can’t fly.”

“That’s okay, you can use a school owl,” James told him. “They’re in the gold bars in the owlery - have you been in there?” He waited for Tyler to nod. “Okay, great. So, any owl on the gold bars, and then you just tell the owl where to go like normal. Come find me or, um,” James glanced around the room before spotting Lily. “Or Lily if it doesn’t work for some reason. Okay?”

“Okay.” Tyler nodded with a grin. “Thanks James!”

“Yeah, no problem!” James grinned back, waving as Tyler disappeared.

“Prongs, where’s Sirius?”

“Er, with Mary, I think,” James replied to Remus. “They were up in the dorm. You missed lunch, did you eat something yet?”

Remus paused. “Yes?”

James narrowed his eyes. “Chocolate doesn’t count and you know it.”

“Then I’ll eat at dinner,” Remus tried. “Anyway, I’m going to get Sirius -”

“And then you two are going to the kitchens for something to eat, because he skipped lunch with you,” James interrupted. “Right?”

When Remus hesitated, James stopped, turning to give Remus a look. “You need to eat, Moony. And so does Padfoot. If I have to go and grab the food and bring it here, I can do that, but you have to let me know now -”

“No, no, we’ll go,” Remus assured him, inching closer to the staircase. “We’ll go.”

“I better see both of you coming down those stairs in five minutes,” James threatened. “Or I will personally make sure you make it to the kitchens.”

“Jamie.”

James looked over at Regulus, startled. “Reg! Hi, love. Do you need something? Are you okay? Oh, did you manage to finish your potions essay?”

“Yeah, it’s done,” Regulus replied, giving him an appraising look. “James, what are you doing?”

“Me? Oh, nothing, really,” James explained. “I’m just sort of - not much. Remus is grabbing Sirius, and they’re going to get some food because they skipped lunch, and Peter’s working on a charm that he messed up in class, but I’m not doing much.” He stepped forward, grabbing Marlene’s broom before the handle could whack Lily in the head. “Marlene, careful.”

Marlene looked between Lily and where James’s hand was holding her broom. “Yeah, sorry!”

“It’s fine. Hey, did you see Frank - oh, nevermind, I see him.” James started toward Frank before he was pulled back.

“Why are you going to see Frank?” Regulus asked, keeping his hand on James’s wrist.

“He wanted help revising for transfiguration,” James explained. “But I got sidetracked helping Lily find her book, and then there was a toad that got loose, and then the second year was having a panic attack, and then Peter asked for help - anyway, I got sidetracked, and I need to check on him really quick.”

“James, do you see that fireplace?” Regulus asked, nodding to it.

James glanced at it. “Yes?”

“I read a book next to it. An entire book, which was wonderful and took about two hours. And do you know what you were doing, the entire time?”

James hadn’t really been doing anything, so he shrugged. “Talking to people?”

“Helping,” Regulus corrected, eyebrows raised. “You were helping people. You’ve been doing it all day, and you also missed lunch, because grabbing a banana and water does not count as a meal.”

“I had to -”

“Help someone?” Regulus shook his head, tugging James to the fireplace. “Sit down. Take a deep breath.” He turned and caught Sirius’s attention as he came down the staircase with Remus. “Grab James some food while you’re there.”

“Got it!” Sirius replied.

Regulus turned back to James and sat down next to him. “You’ve been moving all day. Slow down for a few minutes.”

“But I need to check on Frank,” James protested.

“You don’t. Frank is fine. He knows how to study, and I’m sure Alice will help him in a minute,” Regulus replied. He gave James a fond smile. “Take a break for a bit. They’ll survive.”

James nodded, trying to take a deep breath.

“James, can you help me?”

Regulus groaned. “Do not answer them,” He threatened as James started to turn. “Look at the fireplace. Watch the fire. Do not answer them.”

James bit his lip. “What if -”

“I’ll see if she’s okay. Do not move.” Regulus stood up, brushing a hand through James’s messy curls before walking away.

James followed his instructions, sitting still and watching the flames dance in the fireplace. It was sort of calming - just breathing in and out as the fire moved in front of him.

Regulus came back, and suddenly James couldn’t hear the noise of everyone else. He startled a little, turning to see what had happened, but Regulus stopped him with a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I just cast a silencing spell. Watch the fire for me.”

James nodded, obediently watching the flames. Regulus’s hand moved back to his hair, softly massaging, and he slowly felt himself relax. The insistent, almost panicked thrumming beneath his skin went quiet, and he leaned into his boyfriend. “I’m kind of tired.”

“You got up at five today,” Regulus reminded him. “And you were up late with Lily. When did you two go to bed?”

“Like three,” James admitted. “The herbology study guides took us forever.” They’d been running a tutoring group, and with testing coming up, Lily had wanted to make study guides. It had taken hours, but James thought it was worth it.

“So you got two hours of sleep, ran a couple miles, and then started parenting the entire Gryffindor common room.” Regulus shook his head. “Did you do any of your own homework? Or did you just help everyone else?”

James felt himself flush. “I started it. I’ll finish it tonight.”

“No, you’ll finish it tomorrow,” Regulus kissed his cheek. “Tonight you’re sleeping.”

“We have a tutoring group tomorrow,” James said quietly. “One in the morning for the first years, and one in the afternoon for the third years. Ten to twelve, and then three to five.”

“Then I’m taking you tonight, and you can sleep. And then I’ll stay with you in the library, and I can help with tutoring. You can do your homework from one to three, and I’ll help you finish whatever you have leftover. Deal?”

James nodded, grateful and tired. “Deal.”

The world felt quiet now - it was just him and Regulus, quietly watching the flames. It was peaceful. “Thank you.”

Regulus hummed, tightening his hold for a second. “Anytime, Jamie.”

[awkward-walking-potato]

here’s a Logan idea for you. I dunno if you remember randonauting on tiktok a few years back, but what if reader, Logan, Wade, and Mary puppins went randonauting together? Their intention (goal of what they want to find) was scary/creepy, so the app takes them to an abandoned hospital/school/somewhere creepy and they go investigate. Reader is pretty freaked out so they hold onto Logan who’s unbothered by the whole thing, and wade is trying to act tough but is also freaked out and is holding Mary puppins. What if while investigating they stumble across something much worse than they were expecting and what happens after that? I’ll leave that up to you, thank you!

Randonauting with the X-Force

The night air was crisp, the stars barely visible against the inky sky as you, Logan, Wade, and Mary Puppins stood huddled around the glow of a smartphone screen. The app had brought you to the outskirts of town, near an old road that led into the woods. Wade, ever the instigator, had suggested Randonauting after watching too many TikTok videos. You’d all agreed, thinking it would be a fun way to kill time—something different for the X-Force, a team not typically known for taking leisurely night walks.

“So, what’s our intention again?” you asked, shivering slightly in the cool breeze. You were nervous but trying to play it cool.

Wade grinned under his mask, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Scary and creepy, obviously. You know, the kind of stuff that makes your skin crawl.”

Logan snorted, his gruff voice cutting through the night. “You do realize this app is probably just some random number generator, right? It’s not gonna lead us to anything ‘creepy.’”

“Aw, c’mon, Wolverine! Where’s your sense of adventure?” Wade retorted, his voice oozing with sarcasm. “Besides, you’re with me, the bravest of the brave, and Mary Puppins here—what could go wrong?”

Mary Puppins, Wade’s tiny dog, barked enthusiastically, her barely fluffy ears perking up at the sound of her name. She was nestled in Wade’s arms, looking far too cheerful for the spooky mission you were about to embark on. Despite her small size, she had a big personality, and Wade insisted on bringing her along on every adventure.

Logan just rolled his eyes. “Let’s get this over with.”

The app pinged, directing you all to a location deeper in the woods, just beyond an old, rusted gate. The path was overgrown, long forgotten, and unsettlingly quiet. The further you walked, the darker it got, the trees closing in around you.

Eventually, the narrow path opened into a clearing where an abandoned building loomed. It was an old, decaying hospital, the kind you’d see in a horror movie, with broken windows and vines creeping up the sides. The air felt heavier here, as if the very atmosphere was trying to warn you away.

“Of course it’s a creepy, abandoned hospital,” you muttered, stepping closer to Logan. You didn’t want to admit it, but the place was giving you serious chills.

“Yep, totally not haunted,” Wade quipped, though you noticed how close he was standing to Mary Puppins now, his bravado starting to waver.

Logan was the only one who seemed completely unfazed. “You guys sure you wanna go in?”

Mary Puppins gave a soft whine, as if sensing the tension, and Wade gave her a reassuring pat. “Don’t worry, sweetie, Daddy’s got you.”

Logan shook his head but pushed open the creaking metal door with one strong shove. The sound echoed through the empty halls, making you jump slightly. He noticed and, without a word, slipped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. His presence was reassuring, a solid anchor in this creepy place.

The inside of the hospital was even worse than the outside. The floors were cracked, debris scattered everywhere, and the walls were covered in peeling paint and graffiti. Old medical equipment lay abandoned in corners, rusting away. The smell of mildew and decay was strong, making your stomach churn.

Wade tried to lighten the mood, though his voice was noticeably higher-pitched. “So, which one of you wants to play doctor? I can be the handsome patient with a mysterious illness, and—”

“Shut it, Wade,” Logan growled, his tone more protective than annoyed.

You couldn’t help but cling a little tighter to Logan as you made your way down the hall. Every shadow seemed to move, and every distant creak made your heart race. Logan, on the other hand, was as calm as ever, his keen senses on high alert but showing no sign of fear.

“Don’t worry, I gotcha,” he muttered, giving your side a comforting squeeze.

As you ventured deeper into the building, the tension grew. The flickering light from Wade’s phone barely cut through the darkness, casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls. You came across an old operating room, the rusty table in the center illuminated by a single, grimy skylight.

“Okay, this is officially the creepiest thing I’ve ever done,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly.

“Want me to hold your hand too, sweetheart?” Wade joked, though you noticed he was practically glued to Mary Puppins’ side now.

Mary Puppins gave a soft yip, as if agreeing with Wade’s sentiment. Her usual spunky demeanor seemed subdued, and she snuggled closer to Wade, clearly feeling uneasy in the eerie environment.

Logan rolled his eyes. “Let’s keep moving.”

But just as you were about to leave the room, a loud bang echoed from somewhere deeper in the hospital, freezing you all in place.

“What the hell was that?” Wade hissed, his hand instinctively reaching for a weapon.

Logan’s eyes narrowed, his senses on high alert. “Stay close. It’s probably just an animal or—”

Before he could finish, the door to the operating room slammed shut, plunging the room into complete darkness. You felt a rush of cold air, as if something had moved past you, and panic started to set in.

“Logan?” you whispered, reaching out for him.

“I’m here,” he replied, his voice calm but firm. “Stay close.”

The door creaked open again, seemingly of its own accord, and Logan led the way out, his grip on you tightening protectively. You could feel the tension in the air, a strange, oppressive energy that made your skin crawl. Whatever was in this hospital wasn’t just old and abandoned; it felt wrong, like something malicious was watching you.

“We should go,” you urged, your heart pounding in your chest.

“Yeah, seconded!” Wade added, his usual bravado completely gone.

Logan nodded. “Agreed. Let’s get out of here.”

As you all hurried back down the hall, the strange noises continued—footsteps that weren’t yours, whispers that seemed to come from the walls themselves. The exit seemed impossibly far, the hospital twisting around you like a maze.

Finally, you burst through the front doors and into the cool night air, the oppressive feeling lifting as soon as you were outside. You were shaking, your heart still racing, but relief washed over you like a wave.

“Well,” Wade said, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably, “that was fun. Let’s never do that again.”

“Agreed,” you and Logan said in unison, both of you leaning against each other for support.

Logan just shook his head, a small smirk on his lips. “I told you this was a bad idea.”

You looked up at him, your fear slowly ebbing away now that you were safe. “You were right.”

He gave you a reassuring squeeze, his presence warm and solid. “Next time, we’ll just go for a drink, alright? No more haunted hospitals.”

You smiled, feeling a wave of affection for the gruff, unflappable man beside you. “Deal.”

As you all made your way back to the car, Wade turned to Mary Puppins, his tone half-joking, half-serious. “So, uh, you wanna hold hands on the way back? You know, just in case?”

Mary Puppins gave another soft bark, clearly feeling much better now that the creepy hospital was behind you. Wade chuckled and gave her a gentle scratch behind the ears, his tension easing as well.

Logan shook his head, but you could see the amused glint in his eyes. As terrifying as the night had been, it was moments like these that made you grateful for this strange, mismatched family. Even if you never went Randonauting again, you knew you’d be safe with Logan by your side.

[miintsprigz]

Hello!! What would Spy, Scout, and Engie be like with a s/o who is startlingly good at voice impressions?

Dang, Anon, kept ya waitin’ long enough?

Thank you for your patience! I hope that this brightens your day.

Gonna do bullet points for this one just because I think it’ll work better. Apologies that this one isn’t as long, this is a really creative prompt! I just didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer. 💚

Mercs With A S/O Who Does Voice Impressions

Characters: Spy, Scout, Engineer (Team Fortress 2)

Warnings: none come to mind

Spy 🥖

•Spy discovered your hidden talent one day when you were asking him if he wanted to accompany you out for a quick grocery store run…on what happened to be a rather rainy day.

• “(Y/N), mon bijou, as much as I love being around you, the rain will—”

• “… ‘ruin the new shoes I just got, and I can’t have this suit getting wet either’.” You’d been working on that one for a while. Spy stared at you, actually slightly slack-jawed.

• “…pardon?” “Didn’t know I could do that, did you?” “…no, no I did not.”

•Honestly? He’s just a little jealous. That was kind of his thing? I dunno, man just wants to be a bit special.

•That being said, as you start implementing this into your talks with him more and more, he finds it to be yet another quality that makes you lovely.

•He’ll tease you at times. “How can I be sure you aren’t an enemy spy?” You laughed at this, resting your hands on his shoulders. “I dunno, do these feel like the hands of an enemy spy?”

•Biting back a laugh, he shakes his head and pulls you closer, dipping you into a kiss. As he draws back, he smirks. “And those feel like the lips of my love…very well. You must be the real one.”

Scout ⚾️

•You actually first utilized this ability of yours as a hail-mary during a fight. Scout was close to bringing the briefcase to safety when the enemy Scout suddenly charged.

•Seeing this, you looked over at Heavy, hoping he would be okay with this. “‘GOOD TIME TO RUN, COWARD!’”, you mimicked. Instinctually, the enemy Scout flinched in terror. Giving yourself just enough time…

• “Heavy! Thanks for the help, man.” “Scout, I was not over there…” “But I heard you right behind me…” The gears in his head visibly turned.

• “Oh! That would be (Y/N). They are very good at that.” Jeremy’s mouth dropped open, only to immediately curve into a huge grin. “(Y/N)…for real??? Do it again!”

• With a proud grin, you obliged. “‘(Y/N) can sound like giant man!’ See?” Scout howled with delighted laughter.

• “Whoa-ho-ho, that’s freakin’ SICK, (Y/N)! Why didn’t you ever show me you could do dat?” “I dunno, it never really came up in conversation.”

•From that point on, he’d ask if you could “do the thing” all the time. You almost always agreed, his reactions were the cutest. He’d actively show it off, with your permission.

• “Yo, my baby here, watch ‘em. …ain’t that cool?!”

•Scout was actually pretty decent at impressions himself (you already know where he got that from), and sometimes the two of you would go back and forth for a while, cracking yourselves up.

•There came a time where you rolled your eyes at one of his requests. That seemed to make him a little nervous.

• “Hey uh…(Y/N)…do you want me to stop askin’ you to do the voices?” “Huh? Oh…I mean, if I’m tired, maybe.” “Arright…I know you’re probably sick of doin’ it, but I just think it’s so cool.”

•You giggled. He looked all lovestruck even now. “I’m glad you think so~” “You really are the coolest, babe, you know that? All around. I’m the luckiest guy in this whole place.” “Awww~”

Engineer ⚙️

•The first time you did this, it was to try and mess with Dell just a little.

• “‘Needa dispenser here!’” “Scout? Where’d you need that dispenser?” “I have no idea whatcha talkin’ about.” “What? But I just heard ya!” “Hardhat, I wasn’t even over there!”

•You only got away with this a few more times before he caught you midway through. His head turned quick enough to see your mouth moving.

•With the way his goggles and hardhat covered up some of the more expressive parts of his face, you couldn’t tell if he was genuinely mad or not. “(Y/N), that’s you doin’ that, ain’t it?”

• “Yeah…” Your face flushed slightly with embarrassment. “…sorry. Got carried away.” Shaking his head, the serious expression began to break somewhat, chuckling. “Ah, no harm no foul, I s’pose. Just uh…not while I’m workin’, maybe?”

•With a smirk, you mimicked him perfectly. “‘Alrighty, partner.’” “Hoo, that really is uncanny, ain’t it? How do you do that?” Holding a finger to your lips, you snickered, and you could tell he was rolling his eyes at you.

•A week or two later, while you were on break, you heard him calling you. “Engie?” Following his voice to his workshop, you looked for him. He was nowhere to be seen in here…but you’d sworn his voice had come from here.

•Looking down, you saw a new machine on his desk. Looking closer, you saw a speaker.

• “Checkmate, darlin’!” With a hearty laugh, Engie leaned in through the doorway. “Okay, you got me…” It was your turn to roll your eyes, but you couldn’t help but laugh.

•The two of you actually would utilize this on the battlefield if you had the energy for it, getting the other team mixed up. Both of you got quite the laugh out of it.

•He never really asked you to do any of that on your own time though.

•One night, he even took you on the side after using that technique. “Hey, (Y/N)…you know I love hearin’ you as yourself more than any of your impressions, right?” He wrapped his arm around your shoulders.

•Laughing, you rested your head against him. “Yeah, don’t worry, I know.”

• “Alright. Just wanted to make sure.”

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it's not your fault | Mary Earps x reader

Summary; The qualifier match against the Netherlands didn’t go exactly to plan even though they won and everyone is feeling it when that final whistle blows, especially Mary as she captains her team for the first time and you make sure she doesn't fall too deep.

Pairings; Mary Earps x lioness reader

Words; 2.2k

Warnings; angst and sadness 

A/N; It broke my heart seeing Mary like that after the game, she did her absolute best and I hope she doesn’t take it too hard and keeps her head up for the next game. So I thought I would write something that gave her a bit of imaginary comfort and projected what I would have done in that situation with her. (Also as much as I love Fran I am replacing her with the reader because in this you are a midfielder as well and we have to make some changes in this fake scenario)

You had known Mary long enough to tell when she was nervous before a game, often sitting by herself quietly for a few minutes to collect her thoughts before joining the team and getting them pumped up. But today you could sense an extra level of worry and nerves flowing through her like never before. 

She had a right to be nervous, of course. The Netherlands were tough opponents and she was captaining the Lionesses for the first time with both Leah and Millie absent from the team. She took the role seriously and with pride from the moment Sarina asked her to captain the English side in these qualifiers, you were so very proud of your partner and excited to take the field under her leadership. But now she was starting to worry you. 

She had been quiet the whole day, stuck in her own head as she went over the tactics and game plans she had discussed with Sarina and the coaching staff over the past few days. You had tried talking to her all day and get her mind off the game for one second and enjoy the pre match activities with the team but it was no use. She politely brushed you off and you just knew there was no chance in getting her to relax so you let her be. 

But now as you were preparing to line up in the tunnel for the match, you knew you had to pull her aside for even just a second and try and get her out of her head. 

Mary had just delivered a beautiful and powerful speech to the entire team in the dressing room before they all began moving to the tunnel or the benches and readied to start the game, but before Mary could walk out you grabbed her wrist and pulled her silently to an empty hallway. 

“What are you doing? We have to go and line up.” Mary sighed as you came to a stop and leant against the wall, her standing in front of you. 

“Mary, I need you to listen to me carefully, okay?” You stood up straighter, placing your hands onto her face. She nodded silently in confusion and waited for you to begin. “I need you to know that whatever happens out there, whether it goes our way or not. It’s not only on you, okay?” You spoke sternly with strong eye contact, hoping the words make their way into her head and calm her down. “I’m so proud of you. You work so hard and you deserve to be captain today. But, I can tell that taking on this role has taken a toll on you for the past few days, and I want you to know that you’re not alone and I’m always here for you. You are my world and I love you and whatever happens in these next 90 minutes, I am doing it with you. And so are the rest of those girls who look at you with as admiration as I do.” You smiled sweetly as you finished, watching her visibly melt and relax. She lets the words process and pulls you into a tight hug. 

“Thank you.” Mary mumbled into your shoulder, squeezing you tight before pulling back and looking into your eyes. “I love you.” She puts her forehead on yours and breathes in deeply. After a few moments of silence you both pulled back, nodding your head back down the empty hallway that led to the tunnel and you began walking side by side towards the rest of the starting line up. 

Mary made her way to the front to take her place as number 1 and captain, while you stayed just further back as number 9 and stood between the Lauren’s with your mascot. While waiting to get called out, you watched the back of Mary’s head and hoped that your words were sticking in her head but also stayed focused on the game ahead. Once both national anthems had played and formalities were exchanged with the opposition, it was time to start, waiting for the whistle to blow and the game to begin. 

The beginning was looking promising, your side taking quick possession and having fantastic chances and shots at goal within the first ten minutes but nothing seemed to go in and the Dutch defence was strong. In the 11th minute the Dutch side regained possession, swiftly passing to Pelova down the right wing who took a shot towards Beerensteyn, Jess and Lucy were closing in on her but when they clashed they opened too much space. 

Mary was ready for her, prepared to block from the angle but the ball left Beerensteyn’s foot, passing through Jess’s legs and just going under Mary as she fell to block it but in the end it was an early goal for the Netherlands. 

Watching it happen from further back on the field, unable to do anything from your position in the midfield, sighing in defeat when the net rippled and Mary stayed down on the ground in devastation. When the second goal just slipped past Mary again, she was mad at herself and also her defenders who let Beerensteyn in again for a second time. You caught her eye from the midfield and you could feel the anger from here. “Calm down.” Was all you could mouth to her while the players all returned to their positions, Mary huffing and shaking her head as she stood in the goal.

 The first half ended and England were down two nil and so were their spirits, especially Mary who tried to stay positive for her teammates but it was hard to hide her feelings.

After refreshing themselves and pumping back up for a battle in the second half, ready to fight and take the lead before that final whistle. 

Only 12 minutes into the second half and Georgia had finally secured a goal for the English side, you being one of the first to run up and jump on her with excitement at her header. Hope to turn this around bloomed two minutes later when Hempo sent the ball rippling into the net and the English crowd roared in celebration at the equalising goal. 

Time ticked and neither side could seem to secure a goal, yourself included in those ones on target but blocked. Sarina decided it was time for fresh legs, signalling for the planned substitutions to be made at 68 minutes. The numbers 9 and 23 flashed on the board and you ran over to the side, clapping Alessia and Tooney before walking over to the bench with water and plopping down next to Lotte, Georgia following close behind as exhausted as you. 

The team had 20 odd minutes to add to the scoreline and take the win, plenty of chances made but again nothing. Full time ended and the ref signalled 6 minutes of extra time before it was all over. And very quickly England had advanced again, the people on the bench watching as a brilliant ball was sent from LJ, directly to Tonne’s right foot, sending the ball straight through the keeper's legs at the 91st minute. You jumped up with Georgia and Lotte beside you, screaming your lungs out alongside the home crowd at the late advance. 

The final whistle blew and although England had come out on top, it wasn’t enough to take them where they needed to be in this qualifying stage, meaning the game against Scotland mattered even more now. Your heart broke as you saw Lucy and LJ drop to the floor instantly, feeling absolutely defeated and exhausted from this match. But your first priority was Mary, who you knew would be shattered right now, quickly walking onto the pitch, clapping your teammates and the Dutch players on your way to the England goal. Mary hated conceding goals, it was one thing she criticised herself on so harshly at both club and international level. 

Your eyes searched that end of the field as you walked past player after player but you still couldn’t see her. A few people were knelt down on the ground consoling someone, no face shown but you could just make out the green keeper kit peeping through the gaps and you began running over. Lotte spotted you and began moving away slowly, the other girls also getting the hint and backing away so you could come closer to Mary. As much as they also wanted to console her, they knew you were the person she needed right now, knowing you would be able to get through to her. 

“Hey love.” You spoke softly, kneeling down and resting your head on hers. The second she heard your soft voice she let out a deep breath, more tears springing to her eyes. 

“I’m sorry.” She whispered out to you, shaking her head against yours, shoulder shaking with her shuddered breath.

“Stop.” You spoke more sternly, placing your hands against her face but keeping your foreheads together, keeping this moment between the two of you. “It’s not your fault. It’s never your fault, okay? We rise and we fall as a team.” Mary didn’t respond to you, just sniffling in silence and that was enough for you to pull both of you up from the ground and bury her head in your neck, wrapping one arm around her back, the other holding her head. 

Mary instantly wrapped her arms over your shoulders, her taller frame leaning into your body and letting go slightly. More tears fell from her eyes and she forgot you were standing in the middle of Wembley Stadium, all she knew was that she was safe in your arms and that was all that mattered at that moment. 

A few people had come past you and Mary hugging on the field before you pulled back and finally looked into her red, tired eyes. Your own eyes were teary from feeling the weight of the game and after seeing how hard Mary was taking this and the conceded goals. You sent her a soft smile and wiped under her eyes, brushing a few stray baby hairs from her face. 

“I love you, angel.” She whispered to you once again, tears choking up her throat. 

“I love you so much.” You brushed her cheek with your thumb one last time. Knowing you would have to form your huddle soon, you kept an arm over her shoulder, Mary wrapping one of her own around your waist as you both walked to where other members of the team were waiting. A few of the girls were taking this hard, just like Mary, and others were like you comforting their friends close. 

After interviews were done, everyone was showered and rugged up, you piled onto the silent bus, Mary slotting in beside you near the back. You opened up your arms to her and her head fell onto your chest, her arms wrapping around your middle as you ran your hands through her clean wet hair. Normally Mary was the one to hold you in her arms after a tough game but you knew she needed the familiarity of your arms to sooth her. 

After dinner Mary had found her way into your room, asking to swap with Rachel for the night, who happily did so and went to the other room with Lucy. You and Mary just laid in bed silently together, you laying on her chest and she held you close, slowly running her fingers up and down your back. You could tell she was in her head again when her movements became less constant and when you looked up at her, she was just staring off into space.

“Love,” You caught her attention, her eyes shifting down to you. “You can’t change what happened.” You shook your head softly and watched her deflate. 

“I let everyone down.” She finally spoke, averting her eyes from yours, unable to look at you anymore. You quickly sat up, moving so you were now straddling her hips and put your hands on her shoulders. 

“Love, look at me.” You spoke. “Mary.” Saying her name caught her attention, her eyes locking onto yours, tears slowly forming again. “You did not and could not let anyone down. You were amazing today and what happened on that pitch does not and will not define who you are as a person or footballer.” You had now moved your hands to hold her face. “I missed so many shots today, I should have gotten those but I didn’t, these things happen.” You swallowed as tears began to form in your eyes as you can see how broken she is. “I have never been prouder of you than I am right now.” You smiled and rested your forehead on hers. 

“You’re so good to me.” Mary let out a small laugh, a tear rolling down her cheek as she shut her eyes, her hands squeezing your hips gently. “How did I get so lucky?” You laughed at her comment, thinking the exact same thing. Mary lifted her head from yours and met your eyes again for a second before quickly closing the gap and capturing your lips in a kiss. It was slow, soft, passionate and meaningful. 

For the rest of the night you laid in one another's arms, chatting mindlessly about things until the exhaustion took over and you both fell sound asleep attached to each other.

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bbc Ghosts tattooshop capvers au

okay completely based on @captain-rickbond amazing modern Caphrey drawings:

My brain ran with an Ghosts tattoo shop au and though it's Caphrey bffs of course my brain made it Capvers (no one saw that coming I'm sure😉):

-Robin: tattoo artist style old school has one big lightning tattoo over his whole body nothing else. Does also do stick n poke.

-Humphrey: tattoo artist traditional and neo traditional does classic paintings on the side that he sells ,covered in tattoos himself (based on cap rickbonds drawings)

-Kitty tattoo artist. Style: fineline, floral work, dot work , watercolour and cartoon style

-Mary tattoo artist style: black work specialised in tattoos that look like old book illustrations and sketch style, loves doing witchy tattoos

-Allison tattoo artist photorealism style I. Colour and black and grey

-Cap: store manager

-Thomas: that one customer who gets turned away frequently because he wants face, neck or hand tattoos as his first tattoo

-Julian customer three tattoos one heart with Margot one with Rachel and some pun/innuendo very close if not directly on his gentleman's excuse me. Robin did all of his tattoos

-Fanny: friend of cap does like Humphreys paintings and comes by when she wants to chat, gossip or ask Humphrey to do a portrait of one of her pets (on canvas obviously)

-Pat: customer. friends with all of them no tattoos over shirt lines because he works in a bank. His tattoos are mainly humourous about stuff he loves in cartoon style kitty is his main artist.

-Obi the shop apprentice focuses on graphic style (tattoos that look like graphic design) and / or trash polka

The story:

Cap has few tattoos from different artists. Fineline flowers from kitty and a date that holds great importance to him done by Humphrey, a morsecode tattoo on his chest etc. his tattoos are not visible to others normally. They are small and personal.

Robin has a certificate in how to tattoo scars and made all of his artists learn as well

Havers just moved there and wants to symbolise a new start in life with something beautiful coming out of the scars of the past (upper body/arm scars not the face ones)

He walks in for a consultation and is a bit nervous because first it has to be determined what can be done, if the scars can be integrated and if the goal is to fade them optically or use them to enhance the picture.

It's a busy day and stuff has gone wrong so there's a waiting period and cap gives him tea and they get talking and find out they're both ex military and he's relaxed and smiling by the time robin comes to collect him

During the consultation Havers let's it shine through that he's not exactly sure what he wants style wise so robin who's very old school in wanting to challenge his artists calls them one by one to look at him and asks them to design something that symbolises his wish of a new start

He even calls cap in to ask something about if they still have a specific needle type. Cap sees Havers shirtless and gets extremely flustered. And everyone's like "??" Because normally cap runs the shop like a well oiled machinery but now he can't remember if they have that needle size

Havers returns the week after to look at the designs and the main themes are phoenixes or flowers (a lot of dandelions and lotuses)And cap can see (because he keeps looking🤭) that Havers is a bit overwhelmed with choosing so he brings them all tea and starts chatting with him and it quickly turns out what he really loves from which design so cap suggests they do a collab piece on Havers. And everyone whose in the design gets really excited and of course it means that Havers has to come back for another consultation. By that point the others have caught on that cap is talking to and mentioning that one customer a bit often.

Havers returns the next week and for some reason he got the appointment wrong and is almost an hour early (oh dear) and so that very handsome store manager who is bored on this very slow day takes it upon himself to drink tea with him and chat telling him that he loves the meaning behind his tattoo and that he's in good hands and it'll look awesome on him and he shows him his own tats which makes kitty run to the others and whisper because normally no one gets to see caps tats.

The design is wonderful and Havers loves it but because of size and difficult level aka sitting through the extra spicy pain it's gonna be done in numerous small sessions. And every time cap and him find time to talk to each other or shooting glances at each other.

His colleagues try to get Cap to ask Havers out before it's too late but cap is like that's unprofessional and the guy is here to get a tattoo not be hit on by staff.

With the sessions and the healing process it takes months before the tat is finished and it's very clear to everyone else around them that the attraction between the two is very much mutual

And on the last appointment cap wants to ask him out before he possibly never sees him again but everything goes wrong because Thomas demands that this new poem of his has to go on his neck and Robin argues with him and Julian Fawcett turns up drunk for his appointment and Alison has morning sickness and so cap who waited anxiously for Havers to come pay and say bye had to do the payment real quick and wants to say bye and ask him but then Julian smashes a vase from the counter because he got in on the argument between Thomas and Robin and Havers at one point slips out sad that he didn't got to talk to Cap one last time.

Cap is feeling a bit down over the next weeks and everyone is trying to cheer him up.

A few weeks later Havers is suddenly there again because he lost some lines during healing and Cap wasn't even aware that there was an appointment but Humphrey is like oops forgot to tell you.

The actual appointment is over suspiciously fast. (Aka Humphrey met Havers somewhere accidentally and used to meddle)

And then it's time to say goodbye and Cap can't get the words out and Anthony looks very anxious and he's almost at the door but cap calls out to him, Havers whipping around and cap is like I eh oh well I meant to say...we'll be having a flash day on the third if you're interested.

And something about calling him back just gives Anthony the kick he needed and he informs him that he doesn't think he's the type just yet to get random tats because he's more after meaning. New beginning specifically at the moment which also means new people in his life and there's one person he really likes and wants to get to know even better and then he asks Cap out.

Over the next two years the teasing sentence "cap stop flirting with your boyfriend we're about to open" can be heard almost every day in the shop at which point Havers leans over the counter to collect his daily goodbye kiss before leaving for work.

Havers design btw I'm thinking a phoenix made out of flowers like a flower bomb gone off all over his flank and pieces on his chest and upper arm like flames out of flowers everywhere around the actual bird where there is scarring.

During those two years Havers gets a tattoo of the date of his first appointment underneath the phoenix.

And after that the only clearly visible tattoo Cap has that is done as a collab and on two people who don't have many tattoos (the absolute exception Robin makes which drives Thomas insane) are the wedding ring tattoos for Cap and Havers.

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Chapter 6. Thoughts & Ink

Summary: He finds it ironic, this was the one time he did not want to be seen, and the princess still singled him out. Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Words: 1,222 Listen to: 'Everybody's Changing' -by Keane A/N: Last chapter of plot now let's move on to the good stuff! -Danny

Dearest Gentle Reader, 

Last week's ball was full of delightful moments courtesy of Genovia's Royal Family. The twins, Prince Rowan and Prince Richard showed a benevolent disposition to dance with every eligible lady in the room. Unfortunately for Prince Rowan, this finished all too soon when Miss Penelope Featherington pulverised his foot midway through their dance.

Princess Marie praised the mamas and chaperones in attendance for keeping our traditions alive and well but asked if being watched doesn't motivate the young ladies to go behind their parents' backs. This question was met with paling cheeks and nervous giggles of denial, and the princess was escorted away by her visibly amused father.

Princess Y/N's euphoric greeting was surpassed only by her decision to spend most of the night with Mr Benedict Bridgerton. Now the artist has charmed his way into the princess's good graces and has been hired to tutor her throughout the season.

The Queen and King of Genovia were elegant and agreeable, and it gives them little reason to be mentioned in this column. This author, however, could not leave them without a mention, as they're the finest couple she's seen in many moons.

Lady Whistledown, October 1815

No little joy can make up for the nightmare that Benedict's life has become. Not only the debutantes, but also the men of the ton are now pestering him with queries about the royal family, and he can't go anywhere without running into people who want to congratulate or question him on his tactics.

He's stopped his after-dark getaways, hating the thought of being followed and having his life published in Lady Whistledown for everyone to see. If Benedict's intimacy were revealed, he could be exiled, imprisoned, or executed. Perhaps he was too much of a whiner when he claimed he detested being overlooked.

He finds it ironic, this was the one time he did not want to be seen, and the princess still singled him out. He has a second chance to make a name for himself... It came to him in a way he had no control over and that vexes him profoundly, but when it comes to his interactions with the princess, it's foolish to think he'd ever had any kind of control.

"Ah, Mr Bridgerton," a man greets him at the entrance of the academy. "We've been expecting you! My name is Roger Brown."

"Mr Brown," Benedict shakes the man's hand, then tilts his head with confusion. "I'm afraid I have no royals bringing me to school if that's what you were expecting to see..."

Mr Brown laughs. "I wanted to meet you. I teach the old masters here, at the Academy."

Benedict smiles. "You're a professor?"

"You are to teach the Genovian princess, correct?" The man continues, guiding him up the steps. "You'll be more interested in becoming a professor than being part of the alumni, so I took the liberty of welcoming you and suggesting the best courses to hone your skills."

Benedict has never wanted to become a teacher and the thought of being one instead of an actual artist is concerning. People would look at him differently. Will he feel different too, after a while? Everything could change. 

He's looking forward to his next conversation with the princess. As irritating as she is, he can't deny that he likes her sense of humour, her intellect, and most of all, her disposition to face her fears. He'd give anything to be like her.

He's so careful not to fracture and mix the lifestyle he's made for himself... but the marks on his body have long stopped feeling like works of art and more like signs of rot. Maybe he should change, only a little. Stale things are never fun.

"I suppose trying those out won't hurt, will it?" Benedict forces out a grin. 

"Come along, then," Mr Brown guides him into the building.

Dear Diary,

Benedict and I are becoming friends. Now I just need to find other things to occupy the rest of my afternoons and I'll be set for the season! Marie, Rowan, and Richard are out and about with the British almost daily but they only go to private places. If I wanted to be around royals only, I would've stayed in Genovia.

I've talked to my mother and Queen Charlotte to see if I can go out on my own. Mother says I have to be careful, but she will give me a chance, so they're bringing my lady-in-waiting from Genovia. She is to arrive this Friday, until then, I'm to stay in the castle and behave accordingly. 

I'm allowed to wear my trousers and boots as long as I stay in the castle. I wonder if Benedict likes horseriding, I've seen a couple of beautiful horses in the stables but I get too tense and the horses get all grumpy. If Benedict owns a horse—

"There you are," King Nicholas enters the library with a letter in hand. 

You shut your diary and place it away. "Yes, papa?"

He sits next to you, smiling. "I see you've taken your mother's advice. Is it fun, to keep a diary?"

"It's relaxing," you concede. "And in ten years from now, I'll have fun revisiting my life as a princess."

King Nicholas gives you a look you've learned to recognize as the bearer of bad news. "There's been a change of plans."

Your smile drops. "What has happened, father?"

"Your great-grandmother is ill. Your mother's presence is required in Genovia."

"Is her condition severe?" You ask with trepidation.

"No, but she cannot manage our affairs and recover at the same time, so your mother and I will return, along with the twins. They won't like it, but they're old enough to handle it and dare I say they need to start taking on more responsibilities."

"Meaning you're leaving Marie and I... alone?" You hide your feelings as best as you can, but your father smiles knowingly.

"You'll do well, love. Your mother and I are proud of how you've handled yourself so far."

This does not convince you. "What does Queen Charlotte think about your sudden leave?"

"She's delighted to keep the pretty princesses and lose the rest," there is a rueful tone in his voice. "As much as she liked your mother, the King occupies most of her thoughts. Heavens know if I were in her place, I would've abdicated to look after your mother."

"Even if that'd meant shoving your spectacle of a daughter into the throne room?" You say sourly.

"I see no spectacle," he holds your hand gently. "Neither does your mother."

You nod, adjusting your approach to this situation. That's what you always do when you run into walls, you veer to the next pathway, you never complain and never feel sorry for yourself. These are not the same problems a regular lady would have and you're well aware of it, so you take it in stride, even if you struggle to be content with your life sometimes. "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow, but you mustn't worry, your duties are to grow more beautiful, get smarter, and return to Genovia with a brand new set of artistic skills."

A smile pulls at the corners of your lips and you lean to kiss your father. You seize your diary and exit the room feeling like you've been left to your own devices, and Benedict Bridgerton might be your only help to come out of it unscathed. "It'll be fine," you whisper, anxiously massaging your jaw.

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All The Things I Did (2): It's All Around, It's All The Time

a/n: wanted to end with angst but i'll save it. send in blrub reqests for these idiots falling in love

The more he thought about it, the more it seemed like a good idea. All he had to do was ask. He had asked plenty of girls and women out on the town before. All of them had blushed and giggled and obliged with a twirl of their hair and a bat of their lashes. But this one. Cass. She was something else entirely. 

John didn’t ever think about deploying overseas resulting in him standing outside the mess hall, hat in hand and a bouquet of flowers sweatily gripped in his hand, pacing and muttering self-encouragement under his breath. You’ve done this a million times. You just ask. So what if she says no? There are a million girls trotting around here you’ve already charmed.

“Major Egan?” Shit. He had thought she was already in there, now he looked panicked and not at all manly. “Am I late?” She checked the watch on her wrist, knowing she would never not be on time down to the minute.

“No I thought you’d be early so I was out here talking myself into asking you to dinner.” There was no better way to say it than to just say it. He expected her to look shocked or abhorred. Anything but the look on her face that made it seem that is exactly what she was expecting. 

“Are those supposed to go with the offer?” she asked as she motioned to the grouping of wildflowers he had tasked the children who followed Lemmons around to help him pick. He held them out sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as she lifted them to her nose.

“They’re not much-”

“They’re lovely.” She smiled, a real smile, and he felt a weight lift off his chest and his own smile spread across his face in kind. “Is dinner here or somewhere else?”

“Was thinking somewhere off base. Show you the John Egan worth knowing.”

“You’ll pick me up?” He nodded emphatically. “Then I will see you at 6.” That would give her enough time to finish her work day and get physically and psychologically prepared for whatever John Egan had in store.

“I’ll see you then,” he spoke with a hint of reverence in his tone, unable to even blink as she held the flowers to her nose again and damn near floated past him into the mess hall. Yes. Something else entirely.

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She was nervous and she hated it. Hated that she was fretting over a fly away piece of hair only visible if the sun hit it just right. Hated that she only had two tubes of lipstick to choose from and neither of them were the right color. Hated that she had only reconciled breaking the rules to sneak out in anything other than her uniform to avoid Major Egan looking at any other girl in a pretty dress.

“Lieutenant Cooper, Major Egan is here for you.”

“Thank you, Mary.” Cass squared her shoulders and took one last steadying breath. She had faced down much worse. German border guards. Handsy bankers. Her mother when she enlisted instead of marrying Sidney Landry.

“You’re out of regulation,” were the first words out of his mouth when she finally stepped outside. 

“Astute.” He opened the Jeep door for her, helping her in before rushing to his side.

“You look lovely.” He meant it sincerely. One of the most beautiful sights he had seen even before the war. And he was sure she would be even for long after.

The ride to a local pub was pleasant enough, John laughing at her earnest attempts to keep her hair in place in the breeze, making her laugh with her whole heart as he sang along to something on the radio. Sang or yelled, the verb was up for debate. He was a perfect gentleman, opening doors and pulling out her chair. 

“You’ve given me plenty of grief over my debutante manners all in the hopes of covering up your own,” she mused as he returned from the bar top to their table with a couple of glasses. Coca-Cola for her, a pint for him.

“I’m not a neanderthal,” he quipped back. John went to raise his glass to his lips when he stopped, her hand resting lightly against his wrist.

“Not before a toast.” She cleared her throat. “To kicking Hitler’s ass and looking damn good while doing it.” The beer almost couldn’t get between the lips of his smile. 

“You’re very surprising.” Cass hummed in acknowledgment. “I like it.”

“Like it? You like an ice cream flavor over another or you like the color of the tie your parents buy you for Christmas.”

“Well, love is a bit presumptuous, Lieutenant, but if you’re that taken-”

“Smitten. Tell me you’re smitten with me.” There was a dare behind her eyes. Daring him to dip his toes into shark-infested waters. 

“I’m smitten with you,” he relented. John thinks she blushed. But before he could tease her about it, a pile of fish and chips was being placed between them.

“Miss Cooper, I wasn’t expecting you tonight! I got a fresh batch of my sponge in the back. Make sure you save room.” 

“I will, Patricia, thank you.” John smiled at the interaction, enjoying this version of Spook. She was much more free off base. Captured the attention of everyone she came into contact with. He could only assume these were natural attributes for her job. Alleged job.

“How do you do that?”

“Do what?” she asked with a pop of a chip into her mouth. 

“Wrap everyone around your finger in an instant.” He reached for her hand halfway across the table, Cass offering it instantly, filling the gaps in between her fingers with his own to emphasize the point. 

“I could give you the same answer I told an empty suit in Washington a few years ago but the answer you want, it’s something I think you have to answer yourself, Major Egan-”

“John, please, Cass.” He was drowning in whatever this was. Needed her to give him an inch just to stay above water.

“John.” He brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles one by one.

“Again.” She swallowed, mouth running dry and eyelids feeling heavy.

“John.” He could feel her pulse in her wrist. Flickering quicker ever so slightly. He thinks he could lose himself in this game. Willingly go insane if it meant having her look at him like this. “I’m smitten with you, too.”

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Somewhere between the fish and the chips and the sponge and the more than a few pints, John had decided those two bikes out front were going to be his. And they weren’t for sale. So he had to earn them. Why not have some fun in the process?

“Aren’t you going to tell him he doesn’t have to do this?” Cass had thought about it but enjoyed the look on Bucky-no that was too much-John’s face to stamp out the fire.

“Major Egan, it’s just a stupid bet,” one of the British soldiers tried to reason with him. 

“I have to do it now. Can’t look like a man who doesn’t follow through on his word in front of my girl.” My girl. That had slipped out when he was refilling his pint glass two or three pours ago. She was still tingling with the warmth it had provided. 

“Who’s it gonna be then, Major?” Everyone echoed the call. 

“I’ve played everyone,” he paused to hiccup, “and you Irish are about as good as hitting that bullseye as you are hammering your nails.” He pointed at a gentleman named Tommy and called him the best darts slinger in all of East Anglia, grabbing the apple to ready himself for the shot. Cass had resigned herself to the corner, content with watching John from afar. 

“You two have been so cute together all night! Why don’t you go give him a good luck kiss?” A group of girls, around her age, had been at the pub either with their own soldier or hoping to find one. They had been longingly admiring the interactions between Cass and John. Like they were in their own little world in the corner of that pub. 

“I don’t want to distract him,” Cass protested but she was already rising from her chair and smoothing her skirt. 

“I’m sure he will find it a worthy distraction.” The cacophony of giggles followed her to her Major, Cass plucking the apple from his hand purposefully. 

“Don’t go losing an eye,” she whispered. 

“Fond of them already?” Her lips pressed together to block her words of agreement from slipping out. “Tell you what. I win those bikes from him but I want a kiss from you.”

“A kiss? That’s hardly a prize. Last I counted, you’ve kissed me plenty.” It was true. When she hadn’t rebuked his lips against her knuckles, he had moved to her palms and her wrists and had taken on the habit of kissing the top of her head every time he stood to refill their drinks. God, he had even allowed himself a sinful press of his lips to her forehead when they had swayed to the record playing in the corner only a handful of moments ago.

“A real, proper sweep you off your feet and make your head spin kind of kiss.”

“Then I guess that is worth playing for.” She handed him the apple and pressed a lingering kiss to his cheek either way. 

“Alright, Tommy, just not the eye.” Cass held her breath as the dart sailed through the air and let it go once it lodged neatly into the apple on John Egan’s head. The whole place erupted and she watched with a smile and a shake of her head as he hoisted Tommy into the air. He caught her eye and smiled like a champion, straightening his jacket before walking towards her. Her arm extended to hit his chest once he was within reach. 

“Outside.” The air inside was suffocating, especially under John’s lovestruck gaze. Her head already felt like it was spinning and he hadn’t even tried to kiss her yet. 

“This seems sturdy enough,” he said with a wave of his hand towards a stone wall lining the road.

“Sturdy enough for-” she gasped as his hands grabbed her waist and lifted her on top of it. Their height leveled within a few inches. Instinctually, her fingertips found the hair at the nape of his neck and found purchase. He leaned forward until there was no moonlight between them.

“Can I kiss you?” he whispered. She chased his question with her own answer, her lips meeting his and a symphony echoing in her head. John met her in kind, cupping her cheek in the palm of his hand and stroking his thumb once, twice, three times. 

“John.” It was a near moan. She wanted more, more, more. Her shoes fell off her stockinged feet, heels digging into his back to bring him closer. 

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me.” He said all the words with one breath to minimize the interruption to the havoc her lips were wreaking on his heart. His arms wrapped tighter around her waist, lifting and turning so he was on the wall and she was on his lap. Cass relished the change in position. Mewling when his hands slid up from her ankles to her thighs and settled at the hem of her dress.

“I need to catch my breath.” She pulled away slightly and pressed a teasing kiss to the tip of John’s nose. 

“That feels nice.” She giggled and kissed him again. “You all caught up on your breath?” Cass nodded and with a smirk, she crashed against him over and over again. And if he whispered again how he was smitten with her. And if she rubbed her nose against his with something more than smitten in her intention. And if John Egan looked back on that night from the confines of a POW camp in Germany, that was just between them, the moon and the stars.

[sgiandubh]

Do you think it's the studio who want the narrative or sc themselves?

Sometimes I can't tell as S would give us some crumbs but then I feel like c would want this to protect her privacy ...

Sometimes I feel like they aren't on the same page...

Sorry I don't know how to put it into words well so I hope you understand what I mean ...

Dear Narrative Anon,

Make no mistake, These Two are on the same page, always. The division of roles and team-tagging between them are very visible, if you have the patience to look for patterns.

But talking about this particular topic always makes me nervous.

The last thing I would wish to happen is for me to contribute in ANY way to the constant writing and re-writing of that damn script. That being said, my views are no different from those of the entire shipper community. Yes, I know that the idiot savants on the other side explained to us, like we were fools, that NDAs can never be illegal and that these are not the 50s. I will say but one thing (planning a more extensive analysis on NDAs) on this particular point:

An agreement can look absolutely perfect on paper. It all depends on the discussions that led to it being signed by the parties and on its concrete, day-to-day interpretation by the above parties.

But Dorothy Parker says it better:

“Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, a medley of extemporanea, And love is a thing that can never go wrong, and I am Marie of Romania.”

This splendid, witty, sexy Queen of ours. She made history for a country which wasn't even hers, to start with, because she was born at Eastwell Park (Kent) in 1875, as the granddaughter of both Queen Victoria and the Russian Czar, Alexander II:

She died in this room, at Pelișor Castle (rather an oversized hunting lodge, if you ask me), in 1938. The walls are covered in gold leaf and the Art Nouveau pattern is Scottish thistles:

Funnily enough, S knows this place very well, since that ahem...forgettable Hallmark movie was shot exactly there (and in the bigger Peleș Castle, the real royal summer retreat - looks more like a Bavarian manor, but hey, it was very daring to build it smack on the border of its times).

I am not even sorry for my answer which took you thousands of miles away from the question and from that horrible morning in January 2016. It was completely premeditated :)

[random-french-girl]

Hey @jimalim... I know it's been FOREVER but I have not forgotten about this, and I happen to have some time today, so, here are a few thoughts:

I think the first few days, maybe the first week, they don't do anything apart from figuring out their new life (finding the apartment and getting a job and working on their cover story and waiting for news or orders from the OCS and planning out Ava's training). But as they get settled, I love the idea of the two of them finding... not quite hobbies, but small activities to do in their downtime, that they enjoy?

a) Ava takes swimming lessons at the public pool, and when the class ends she keeps going to the pool, because she finds out that she loves the water - floating makes her feel free, strangely, weightless and peaceful ; she likes the burn in her muscles when she swims laps ; and she LOVES organizing cannonball contests with all the little kids she met in swimming class, and splashing everyone, even (especially?) when it ends with Bea scolding her and then wrapping her in a huge fluffy towel and offering to dry her hair.

b) Beatrice goes to the public library at least twice a week. She stays there for an hour or so, perusing the shelves, pulling out books that she's curious about, reading in the quiet room, in one of the comfy armchairs. She also brings back books for Ava - Ava gives her very broad directions, like "i want to read about mushrooms" or "get me the most romantic story they have" (that request makes Bea unreasonably nervous), and Beatrice loves trying to find the perfect pick for Ava - she misses research! - and loves Ava's delighted reaction every time.

c) They both start going to the farmer's market that takes place every Saturday morning in the town square. Ava chats up all the vendors, learns their names and their entire family history ; she makes friends with an old shepherd selling goat cheese, and with the woman who sells honey, and always comes back with gifts, and gossip. Beatrice wanders through the fruits and vegetable stalls, internally making their weekly meal plan as she goes, and allowing the purchase of small treats (fresh strawberries, a still-warm brioche, the most beautiful tomatoes) that she pretends are only for Ava's sake, though she enjoys them just as much as Ava.

d) They take turns cooking. I know a lot of people believe that Beatrice can't cook - not me! I think she can cook very well, she has all the technical skills, and she's used to it too, since meal preparation was part of the collective life at the convent. But she doesn't take a lot of pleasure in cooking - it's just a necessary chore for her. Ava, on the other hand, LOVES cooking, because it's so new, and it reminds her of Mary, in Matteo's restaurant. She's very enthusiastic, and creative, which sometimes leads to utter disaster, and sometimes to absolute masterpieces that she is completely unable to recreate.

e) Beatrice likes to pick flowers. The alpine meadows are filled with wildflowers, this time of year, and whenever she takes Ava out for a day of training, she can't resist plucking one, maybe two, on their way back, and inhaling the scent, and brushing her fingers along the soft smooth petals, and enjoying the vibrant colors. The beauty of flowers is one of the few things she still finds easy to praise God for. She doesn't think Ava notices, because Ava is either trailing a few feet behind her, grumbling and sweaty and muttering about very unfair training coaches, or distracted by a baby cow, or, more rarely, walking quietly beside her. But Ava does notice, and one day Beatrice comes home after a day shift to find an enormous bouquet on their rickety kitchen table. Ava spent the day picking flowers for her, she explains, both obviously very proud of herself, and also visibly flustered, for some reason, and Beatrice's stomach does a weird swoopy thing that she decides to ignore, but she's smiley and warm and fond all evening, and doesn't even protest when Ava makes her watch some dreadful Swiss reality TV.

[padfootagain]

That spot on your finger

Hello!! Here I come with a new Ben Barnes fic! I hope you like it! Please, let me know what you think of it :)

(Also, side note… the beige suit for Ben in this fic is directly inspired by that Ferragamo campaign he did a few years ago. Was that forever ago? Yes. Am I over it? Absolutely not.)

*****

Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Warnings: none but fluff. Soulmates AU

Sum up: The mark on your skin that should allow you to find your soulmate is pretty hidden, hence your difficulty in finding them. Or maybe you simply haven’t them yet? Anyway, this guy at your friend’s wedding makes you fall head over heels. Could he be the one?

Word count: 5164

There was a mark on your ring finger.

Right there, on the right side of it, the piece of skin that was almost invisible because often hidden by your middle finger. A tiny space you had to purposely reveal.

Three little dots, a red line. Tiny and invisible almost.

You reckoned that it was the reason why it was taking so long for you to find your soulmate.

It was easy for others to recognize each other. When your mark was imprinted right in the middle of your forearm, or at the base of your neck, it was easy to spot. You could have had a mark on the back of your hand, that would have been easy as well. But you didn’t. You needed to find, in this ocean of people, in these billions of individuals walking across the globe, the only person who also had a red mark of three dots crossed by a line… on the inside of their left ring finger.

Obviously, you were still single.

But then again, you couldn’t exactly pretend that you were particularly lucky, as a person in general. Even worse, you were clumsy and just… a bunch of chaos. The location of your birthmark was just one more proof that when the Universe had decided to create your life, they dropped the bottle for ‘bad luck’ right into the mix.

But then again, it was alright. You had made a lovely life for yourself on your own. You had your hobbies, your passions even. You had a nice little apartment where you cohabitated with your neighbour’s cat named Reggie who, in all fairness, spent more time at your place than in his home. You had pretty houseplants, a wonderful collection of books, friends you adored. And it was more than enough to fill your life with sunshine. You had kind of stopped looking for your soulmate, actually. When you were younger, it was an obsession. But then, every teenager had to go through this phase of obsessive search for their soulmate. You had grown out of it. If you met them, then wonderful. If you didn’t, then you would still enjoy your life to the fullest.

As you walked through the venue where one of your oldest friends was about to get married, you genuinely were not jealous of her. She had found her soulmate; they were getting married. Meanwhile, your life was already full of everything you wanted.

You smiled as you opened the door to the room where you friend was getting ready. On the opposite side of the building, the groom was adjusting his tuxedo.

Mary was lovely. A true ray of sunshine. She turned to you at the sound of the door turning on its hinges.

“You’re right on time!” she gave you a thumbs-up.

On her neck, you could see the four lines of her birthmark aligned along the curve. They were visible even from the doorstep.

“I might be a little chaotic, but I can be on time for my friend’s wedding,” you rolled your eyes at her remark, closing the door behind you.

“It is literally the first time in my entire life that I see you arriving anywhere on time…”

“That… might be true. Shows you how much I love you, I guess.”

She laughed, looking so happy on this bright and sunny day.

Her day…

“Do you need anything before the show begins?” you asked her, waving at your friend’s mother who was on the phone on the other side of the room.

“I would kill for some coffee, to be honest,” she confessed. “I was so nervous, I’ve barely slept at all last night.”

“I don’t see what you could be nervous about. You’re marrying your soulmate. The Universe literally planned that you would fall in love and spend your lives together. I don’t even see what the point in getting married is, you’re already sure it will work between the two of you.”

“Once you’ve found your soulmate, you’ll understand. It’s just… an extra step. An official promise. And a way to tell every other woman to back off from my man cause he’s taken.”

You both laughed at that, and you congratulated her with a hug.

“So… a coffee? You sure? Aren’t you nervous enough as it is?” you asked her one last time, but your friend was determined, and so you walked out of the room in search of a cup of the hot beverage.

You had to walk across the parking lot to reach the park of the venue the couple had rented for the day. The venue… it was a mansion, it was huge, it had a parking lot and a park where the ceremony and the celebration would take place. It was a place that could have existed in a fairy tale.

And you found it cute, of course, but also… you promised yourself that if you were to get married, you would organize something small. Something intimate. In a place you loved, and nothing more. Nothing too fancy.

One of the employees of the venue gave you the precious beverage, and you started your walk back towards the mansion, not paying too much attention to your surroundings, lost in thought instead. As you usually were… Besides, there wasn’t anyone on the parking lot, so it wasn’t too risky to walk with your head in the clouds.

Or well, that was what you thought, at least…

Because on the other side of the parking lot, a man dressed in a beige tuxedo was hurrying towards the mansion. Actually, he was almost running. He was late. And he felt terrible about it, because if there was one day in his life when he needed to be on time, it was today. His little brother was getting married, he couldn’t afford to be late today. And he was always on time, so why now? Why was he late on the only day that truly mattered? He checked his pockets, and got out the velvety box that protected the wedding bands. What a groomsman he made… he had to drive back to his apartment when he was already halfway to the venue because he had forgotten these bloody rings.

But now, Ben had arrived. He was late, but not desperately so. He had the wedding rings. He was dressed, ready to celebrate his younger brother’s wedding.

He walked even faster – even if that hardly seemed possible – checking the time on his watch. And thus, he was not looking at where he was going for several seconds.

Several crucial seconds.

Before any of you knew what was happening, Ben was colliding quite violently with you, and your precious cup of coffee fell to the ground, along with Ben’s precious velvety box. As you collided, you dropped everything to hold onto whoever had bumped into you, and Ben did the same, out of pure reflex. You were thus holding onto each other’s forearms, for now trying to not fall down and to understand what was happening.

Ben felt something wet on his chest and knew even before he looked down at his white shirt what had happened. The coffee…

“Oh…”

He looked up at you, getting both panicked and angry in a mere second, until his eyes met yours and then… then something very strange happened.

It was like… time had stopped suddenly. He took in your features and it felt like he knew you, like he had seen you before. And every ounce of anger or annoyance disappeared.

“…fuck.”

All of a sudden, all the air had left his lungs, and his mouth was dry and all he could do was to stare at you with his mouth slightly agape and a dazzled look across his face. His brain had stopped functioning altogether.

And you felt exactly the same.

He saw you look down at the ground, but he didn’t, he kept staring at you, and in the back of his mind he wondered what this was all about…

"Huh... were you going to... propose?!"

You sounded panicked, and when you looked up at him, your eyes were wide in horror.

“Oh no! Have I ruined your proposal?”

“Proposal… wha… what?”

He didn’t understand a word you were saying, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of his brain suddenly deciding to shut down, because you didn’t make any sense, or because he was too busy staring at your eyes to listen properly to you.

“The box… were you going to propose to someone?”

Finally, Ben looked down, and seeing the black velvety box he finally understood.

“No… no, I’m with the wedding party.”

“Oh! You brought the rings!”

“Yes, I did.”

“I’m with the wedding too.”

“Really? I don’t think we’ve met…”

“I’m with the bride…”

“Groom.”

“That’s why, I guess.”

“Yeah… I guess so…”

You exchanged a smile, not really knowing why. You were still holding onto each other, not really knowing why either…

“Ben!”

You were interrupted by a deep voice calling from the front door of the mansion.

“What are you doing? You’re late! Come on!”

“I’m coming, dad.”

But the old man walked a little closer, and after just a few steps, noticed the disaster the two of you had caused…

“Your shirt!”

Ben finally looked down at his shirt. It was drenched with coffee. Luckily, his vest and tie were alright.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized over and over again. “I’m so clumsy and…”

“No, it’s nothing,” Ben reassured you. “I wasn’t looking at where I was going either.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright.”

“We have a couple of extra shirts inside, come on,” Ben’s father started to walk back to the building, inviting his son to follow him by a quick hand gesture.

But there were still the cup of coffee – now empty – and the box containing the wedding rings to pick up from the ground. You both bent down at the same time, bumping your heads together.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed in unison, rubbing the now painful spots on your foreheads.

You looked at each other, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry, I’m very clumsy,” you apologised with a smile, standing back up.

“I’m sorry too. Looks like I’m particularly unlucky today.”

He picked up his box, and he handed you your empty cup as well. You thanked him as he finally turned away from you and towards the mansion. Thomas had not waited for him, and was already rummaging through the bags he had brought in search for a new shirt.

But Ben had merely taken three steps towards the building when he turned towards you again.

“I’m Ben… by the way.”

He seemed a little shy. A little hesitant. As if, as soon as the words had passed his lips, he felt ridiculous for saying them.

You probably didn’t care what his name was anyway…

He was wrong though. You offered him a bright smile as an answer.

“I’m Y/N.”

He smiled back at you, a bright, wonderfully warm smile.

“Y/N…” he repeated your name under his breath, liking the taste of it on his tongue, the way it rolled passed his lips…

“Well, it was nice meeting you, Y/N,” he went on. “Eventful, but nice…”

“And a little painful too,” you added to his joke, successfully making him laugh.

“I hope it won’t be so painful if we cross path again during the day.”

“Yes… let’s hope so.”

Finally, he turned away for good, and soon disappeared inside.

You let out a long, shaky breath.

Who the hell was that…?

The ceremony went perfectly. Mary and Jack took their vows, and didn’t stop smiling for a second as soon as they shared their first kiss as a married couple. The rest of the day flew by with games, and drinks, and dancing, and funny speeches about the newlyweds and an awful lot of joy.

And it turned out that Ben was the groom’s brother, which meant that he was involved in every game and every activity planned for the day.

You were not one of the bridesmaids, but you were close enough to Mary for her to always look for you in the crowd to join the games with her, so you did spend quite a lot of time with Ben.

And it seemed that, somehow, Fate had decided to team you up very often. You were not, however, one to complain about that fact.

It turned out that he was a lot of fun to be around, and a little shy sometimes, and awfully charming with that. Which… did not help you focus on the games you were playing at, but it did make your heart jump in a very sweet way.

However, now was not the time for letting your heart be softened by a charming smile. It was a duel, a battle to the death…

… for the last chair.

You were the two finalists for the game of musical chairs, and the battle was merciless.

On the right, Ben Barnes, mischievously charming, winner of the previous round.

On the left, Y/N Y/L/N, ruthless and ready to push her opponent to the ground, but she had landed second on the previous round because of her stupid dress that impended her movements (or because she was clumsy and sat down next to the chair… we’re not sure).

It was time for a rematch. The duellists were staring at each other in the eye, wary of their opponents’ movements.

Until…

The music stopped.

It was then a rush of limbs reaching for the lonely chair, a bit of pushing and a lot of pulling and an awful lot of laughing.

You shoved Ben aside, and sat down, victorious, onto the chair. Mary was cheering for you, and everyone clapped and laughed as you shouted in victory.

By your side, Ben was laughing as well. He buried his face in his hands to fake disappointment, when really, he was grinning like an idiot.

The look of glee on your face had made him blush outrageously…

You had a little victory dance before receiving your great prize: a plastic whistle.

Ben offered you his open palm as the guests were looking for drinks again and settling into conversations, waiting for the next game or dance.

“Congratulations, it was a great win,” he complimented you as you shook his hand.

“Well, thank you, my good sir. You put up a decent fight.”

“Only decent?” he asked with a loud laugh.

“Well… not bad, I’ll admit.”

As if to make your point clearer, you put the whistle between your lips, and blew. Some guests turned to you their amused faces. And you successfully made Ben laugh some more.

“I’m sure you could lend a pretty good deal coaching with that thing,” he laughed, pointing at the silly whistle.

You blew again, with an interrogative tone this time.

“Hmmm… it would suit you just fine. After that pushing skill you showed out there, they could recruit you even in a rugby team.”

This time, you couldn’t help but laugh, and had to put down the toy.

“I was a bit ruthless, right?”

“No, I was too. It was fun.”

Ben started to fumble with his tie, until he managed to untie it, and he popped open the first button of his shirt.

“I did not expect that a wedding would ask so much energy though,” he joked.

You realized then that he had become a little dishevelled during the game, a few locks of dark hair falling before his eyes, although he didn’t seem to care. You decided that it suited him a lot…

“Me neither, to be honest. But I prefer it that way, I think. It’s a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, I think so too.”

You settled at an empty table together, grabbing a glass of water. You lost yourselves in a relaxed conversation about your families, your jobs, your lives. It felt familiar, comfortable. Like talking with an old friend you had not seen in years. It felt more like catching up, than revealing yourself.

It was a strange feeling, and you weren’t sure where it came from. Ben couldn’t really understand it either. He didn’t mind though. Basking in the warmth of the late afternoon, he decided to merely enjoy the moment, while it lasted.

The afternoon drifted into a warm summer evening, and soon enough into a bright summer night. Lanterns and lights had been set all around the park, revealing the beauty of the mansion and its architecture. It was a time for dancing now rather than playing, and after a delicious meal, most couples directed their attention towards the dance floor.

You had not seen Ben in a while. After spending most of your afternoon with him, you had gone your separate ways when it was time to eat, being placed at different tables. You kept on stealing glances in his direction though, which Mary did not fail to notice.

“So… you like my brother-in-law, huh?” your friend asked you, sitting down in the chair next to you.

She was taking a break from dancing while Jack was talking with a few friends. She took off her high heels, and let out a relieved sigh as her feet met the cool and soft grass.

You laughed at her, disregarding her remark, even if it meant blatantly lying to your friend.

“Absolutely not, what are you saying? I don’t even know him!”

“You spent your entire afternoon talking with him.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”

“You like him. You’ve been staring at him all evening. Besides, he likes you too, so…”

“He does?”

You couldn’t help but interrupt her, revealing your lie. Your friend laughed at you.

“Yeah… he does like you. He’s not even discreet about it.”

“Really?”

“Well, besides the fact that he spent his afternoon with you? He also asked me many questions about you…”

“And I’m sure you revealed my most ridiculous moments…”

“Of course not. I told him you were lovely. And single.”

“Mary!”

“What? You said yourself that you’re not looking for your soulmate, but that doesn’t mean you have to live like a nun.”

“I do not!”

“He likes you. And I know him, he really is a good guy. You should give it a try.”

You reflected on your friend’s words, but were left undecisive. You did like him. But it felt different this time around. Not like a mere crush. Not like a fling you knew would disappear on its own after a few months. You couldn’t explain it, but you felt like there was something important about this decision, and it made you afraid.

Mary was off with her family again, and you talked with a few friends as the night went on.

Meanwhile, Ben was puzzled.

He was puzzled because of you.

Because he had talked with his mother about this weird feeling that had settled in his heart and chest as the day went on, stronger, softer, warmer with every moment he spent with you. And his mother’s words woke up an old desire of his he had almost given up on.

You should ask her about her birthmark.

Why?

Was he attracted to you? Yes, absolutely. Did he enjoy your company? Without a doubt. Did he want to make you laugh as much as he could? Definitely. Did he feel pulled towards you by some invisible string, like a moss towards a flame? Undoubtedly…

Was it some kind of ‘love at first sight’ situation? A crush? But it felt different this time around, and he wasn’t sure why. And who better than his mother to advise him? But her answer was unexpected.

You should ask her about her birthmark.

Was it something to be taken so seriously? Could you be…?

He was staring at you, and he knew it was considered rude, but he couldn’t help it. He was hesitating. Even if he wanted to ask you about your birthmark, how could he do it? He couldn’t simply walk up to you, and blurt out something along the lines “hey, nice evening, don’t you think? By the way, what’s your birthmark? Because I think you might be my soulmate, so… thought I’d check.”

No, that would not do.

He decided that a drink would help, so he went to get a glass of wine. But when he turned towards you again, you were gone.

He scanned the crowd in search for you, but he couldn’t see you anywhere. Had you gone home? It was late at night, and most of the guests had decided to sleep at the mansion. You had assured him during the afternoon that you were staying till morning, so… had you left anyway? Where could you be?

He set out looking for you, a hint of worry setting a slight frown across his brow. When he spotted Mary, he asked her about your disappearance.

“Oh, I saw her setting off further down the park with a blanket. Have no idea where she found one though. I guess she must have been tired of partying, and wanted some quiet.”

Ben nodded, visibly relaxing. Mary offered him a knowing smile.

“But… quiet doesn’t necessarily mean alone…”

He couldn’t help but laugh, the tip of his ears turning red.

“I see… I wouldn’t want to seem too desperate though,” but he was only half-joking.

“Desperate is better than stupid.”

“Well, thanks Mary. I do love it when you insult me.”

“She likes you. Don’t ask yourselves so many questions about all of this and just… go with the flow.”

“Go with the flow?” he mocked her, but Mary didn’t back down.

“What are you so worried about anyway?”

“I don’t know… I guess… I don’t know, really.”

“Then… off you go!”

She gently pushed him in the right direction, and Ben could only yield, laughing as he walked away.

It took him a while to find you. You had followed a path that led further down the park, and had settled under the falling branches of a willow.

You admired the stars picking through the leaves, looked at their reflection on the pond that was splayed at your feet. There were lanterns set around the water, and a small picnic table on the left side of the water. It was quiet, with only the sound of crickets singing the song of summer, and the distant music from the party. Ben almost walked by without seeing you, hidden as you were by the branches of the willow. You were barely visible in the dim light, a blanket set across your laps and your head turned towards the sky.

His heart skipped a bit at the sight, but he chose to ignore it.

You heard someone approaching, and offered the newcomer a smile when you recognized him.

“What are you doing out there on your own?” he teased.

“Just relaxing. It’s been a tiring day. Good, but tiring.”

“Yeah… I agree.”

“You want to join me for a while? It’s lovely here.”

Ben didn’t notice the dreamy smile that curved up his lips.

“I’d love to. Thanks.”

He walked under the branches of the tree, fingers tickled by the soft leaves as he pushed them aside, and he sat down next to you. He started pulling on your blanket to tease you some more. You resisted, laughing.

“Stop stealing my blanket!” you protested, faking outrage.

“You could share, it’s cold out here.”

He finally stopped, letting out a laugh and setting his dark eyes on the pond before you.

He thanked you when you placed the blanket on his legs.

“How’s the party? Still going strong?” you asked after a short silence.

“Yep! And it doesn’t show any sign of stopping. Jack is wasted, but then again, I reckon he has the right to be tonight.”

“Mary is pretty drunk too, I’m sure.”

“It’s safer if they both stay away from the dance floor, I reckon.”

You exchanged yet another laugh, something that seemed abundant whenever you were together.

There was barely a breeze to shake the leaves of the trees around you, to disturb the mirroring surface of the pond. Waterlilies were in bloom, white and pink touches of colour above green leaves. The moon, high and full, shed a silvery light upon the world, painting the grass with ethereal hints on every blade. You barely noticed your fingers moving towards his, only when your skins collided did you acknowledge your movement. You couldn’t ignore it, given the jump your heart made under your ribcage…

You remained silent and motionless, sitting there in the night, fingers brushing against his and afraid he would pull away if you moved at all.

Instead, he wrapped his fingers around yours, gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

You caught yourself looking for any sign of birthmark, but just like yours it didn’t seem visible, not at first sight at least. It made you stare at him for a while, and he couldn’t refrain a teasing smile.

“Do I have something on my cheek?”

You jumped, looking away.

“No, no… nothing.”

“Why are you staring, then?”

“No… no reason. I wasn’t staring.”

You cleared your voice, fidgeting with the corner of the blanket.

“Why did you come out here, anyway?” you asked, trying to change the subject.

“Honestly? I was looking for you.”

His response made the two of you stare at each other. There was no one around, in the calm night; but you reckoned that, had there been anyone else, you wouldn’t have noticed their presence at all. Not when he stared at you like that.

You noticed the freckle under his right eye, found the detail endearing, for some reason…

You looked away.

“Why? Why would you be looking for me? Aren’t you supposed to be with the groom?”

“You say that as if I haven’t spent my entire day with him.”

“Just saying.”

“Well… I… I wanted to be with you instead.”

 “Why?”

You asked again, but couldn’t muster the strength to look at him. You noticed then how unbearably close the two of you were, shoulder against shoulder…

“I… I wanted to ask you something. Even if it’s a bit weird.”

The music from the party seemed to grow louder, people were cheering. A brand-new wave of dancers was standing up from and joining the jumping fray.

You didn’t care about it at all.

“Go ahead,” you encouraged Ben, as he seemed to have fallen silent.

It was his turn to nervously wrap his fingers around the corner of the blanket.

“I was just wondering… have you found your soulmate, yet?”

He tried to ask it in a nonchalant tone, and failed miserably.

At last, you turned your gaze towards him once more. It seemed that you had caught his whole world, trapped it in your eyes…

“No, I haven’t,” you gave him an earnest answer. “Why do you ask?”

He shrugged, looking more vulnerable now. Still charming though, he gave you a shy smile.

“Just… the usual.”

“The usual?”

“I… I kind of like you. So…”

He was surprised when an amused smile appeared on your lips.

“That was not very smooth,” you commented.

“Doing my best. But you’re not making it any easier on me.”

“Really?”

“It’s hard to be smooth next to someone who seems to be turning your world upside-down.”

You let out a chuckle, and it was your turn to be shy.

“That… was smoother.”

“Still true, though.”

You struggled to swallow, but forced your voice to come out anyway. You didn’t notice the way you held his hand tighter in yours.

“Have you found your soulmate?”

But Ben shook his head.

“No, haven’t found them yet. Have… kind of given up, if I’m to be honest.”

“Yeah… me too.”

“Besides… my birthmark is pretty hidden, so it’s not easy to spot them in a crowd.”

“Mine too.”

Ben nodded, and weighed his options. But he decided against asking you about your birthmark. It felt like it would break the charm of the evening. And this moment made too sweet a memory to taint it in any way. It could wait. For now, he didn’t mind not knowing.

“I was wondering,” he went on instead, “if maybe… after tonight you would like to… have a coffee with me, one of these days.”

You offered him a bright smile, somewhere between joy and mischief.

“That was smooth.”

“Thank you, I’m practicing.”

“I’d love that. Going on a date with you, I’d love that.”

He offered such a smile, it felt blinding almost.

“But…”

The curve of his lips disappeared.

“I don’t want to make you waste your time,” you added. “Because I really like you too, and I fear that we… we could get attached. Like… really attached. And maybe, if we’re not meant to be together, then there’s no use in breaking our own hearts by going any further than this lovely day we’ve shared. So…”

You raised your hand and revealed the three red dots crossed by a line, hidden on the side of your ring finger.

“I bet it doesn’t match, does it?” you asked, already disappointed.

But Ben’s eyes seemed glued to the mark on your finger, and you wondered why. His expression was unreadable.

He let go of your hand, and you hated yourself for feeling so disappointed to be rejected. You hated your throat for tightening, and your lungs for pushing out every molecule of air, and your eyes for watering. You were ready to look away to hide your reaction, when Ben lifted his left hand before you, separated his fingers.

You stopped breathing altogether.

Three dots crossed by a red line…

When you looked into his eyes again, none of you were able to move or say anything. You needed a moment to take it all in.

“So… it’s you,” you let the words out in a breath, shaky and fragile and hesitant.

But Ben answered with a smile, withheld tears making his eyes shine.

“Nice to meet you, soulmate.”

You brushed a tear away as you laughed.

“Smooth.”

“Not really. I’ll work on that.”

“It’s okay. I kind of like that cheesy style.”

You both chuckled, his hand falling to hold onto yours again.

“So… what do we do now?” you asked, shaking.

Ben shrugged, and you could hear in his voice that he was struggling to stay calm as well.

“I mean… I reckon you should definitely accept that offer for a coffee.”

You both let out a laugh.

You turned around as loud shouts echoed through the park, coming from the party that was still raging near the mansion. It gave him a moment to take a deep breath, to finally calm his nerves, at least a little bit. At least, enough to speak again.

“But I think that for tonight… a dance sounds like a nice beginning. What do you think?”

[lambdysphoria]

I've really liked viewing Freddy Freeman as a trans girl or at least genderfluid. Idk it just makes sense to me. He's the only Marvel to have long lashes besides Mary, the girl of the family. He's always been more visibly prettier/feminine than the others boys.

I really like the idea of him sneaking around to use Mary's makeup, and getting really embarrassed when he's eventually caught. He's too nervous to tell Mary and Billy about this feelings so he just keeps it bottled up, especially since he's always felt like the odd one out of the family.

[lazyvase]

Those Other Three

Melissa "Missy" Salvo

Spontaneous (Combustion)

At a very young age, Missy proved herself to be a master of starting fires and explosions. Through her continued practice and study, she developed advanced technical skill and signature design philosophies. To call her creations "IEDs" would a be a disservice to her craft.

She would be diagnosed with pyromania, and committed to a psychiatric prison. The year spent in there is largely unrecorded.

Seeing potential in her abilities, Gabriel took Missy out and enrolled her at Stuart Gibbs Academy with a full scholarship. Wanting to take full advantage of a new chance, Missy decided to quell her fire-starting habits. Or tried to at least. Old habits die hard. Fortunately, her talents were much more (relatively) appreciated. She got high grades and accolades in her classes. She was even given permission to design her own unique weaponry.

However, socially she was still struggling. She was once again the loner. That is until she met her soon to be bestie, Pierce.

She joined The M Crew because Mary was one of the few people who didn't see her as a liability.

Tom Tabby

Outlaws and Paws

Orphan, street rat, and cat burglar, Tom Tabby grew up on the streets of Neo San Antonio. Born without a name, he had to name himself. To survive he and his younger sister, Jan Visible (she also had to name herself), had to scavenge and steal. They learned quick and became master thieves. Soon, they started stealing for the highest bidder.

Of course, everyone gets caught eventually. He and his sister were arrested for stealing, and were being prepared for prison. "Fortunately" for them, Gabriel saw promise in their skillsets. He had them both freed and enrolled to Stuart Gibbs Academy on a full scholarship.

Both he and his sister were on edge when they first arrived. They were very prickly and reclusive. However, Tom began to warm up to his new peers, realizing that Stuart Gibbs Academy was a (relatively) better circumstance compared to how he used to live.

He became a lot more comfortable when he met his soon-to-be BFF, Caleb. Caleb started hanging out with Tom because he had a crush on Jan. However, soon the two had tons of fun testing Caleb's gadgets.

The two were a dynamic duo before The M Crew. And once they both joined independently, their bond only grew. Tom joined because Mary is also suspicious of Gabriel.

Caleb Cable

Tech and Nervous Wreck

The son of a mechanic and junkyard owner, Caleb had no shortage of access to tools. Day by day he would tinker and experiment with the parts around him. Inspired by great scientists of his time, such as Dr. Terra Bartlett, he planned to become a genius inventor himself. He easily proved himself to be top of his class.

However, it wasn't enough. College is expensive. It looked like a dead end for his dreams. That is, until a very generous offer to Stuart Gibbs Academy came to him. His father forbade him from going, warning Caleb that an offer from Gabriel is not to be trusted. But Caleb knew this was his only chance. He ran away from home and accepted Gabriel's offer.

Caleb hasn't gotten a good night's sleep since.

Caleb soon found himself over his head with the dangerous lessons of the academy. He needed help from some with survival instincts. He found the perfect help in Jan and especially Tom.

The two became a dynamic duo before The M Crew. And once they both joined independently, their bond only grew. Caleb joined because Mary inspired him. If someone as... complicated as Mary could believe in herself, well maybe so could he.

Currently, he and The Mary Crew are on the hunt for Mary and Pierce's mother.

[soldierandawar]

Anyone who knows me knows how hard I ride for LGBTQ representation, and since today is Bi Visibility Day, why not share some of my favorite bisexual characters?

This is a long ass list, so I'll keep the commentary short. I'll also try to keep it to the main characters, but there will inevitably be a few sides.

Rosa Diaz - Oh, the ways I love Rosa, she's mean, and yet she's kind. She moved because one person knew her address, and I want to live that life. Now, she is a cop, but she does leave the force in B99's attempt to continue the show after 2020.

Patrick Zweig, Art Donaldson, and Tashi Duncan—only one of these isn't confirmed, but it's true in my heart. They're all toxic and a mess, and essentially in a throuple.

Calliope Torres - Later in life realization. Still has sex with men over the series. She's special because she's also annoying.

Carina Deluca, Amelia Sheperd, Maya Bishop - all from the Shondaland ABC universe.

Annalise Keating - Not nearly as celebrated as she should be. Wonder why?

Alice Whitley - she's black, biromantic, and asexual. Get into it.

Bob Belcher - he's "mostly straight," and he's animated, so that's fun.

David Rose - technically, I think he uses pansexual? He likes the wine and not the label.

Random shoutout to Jake from Schitt's Creek as well cause he's bisexual and has the audacity.

Harley Quinn - if you have yet to see her animated series where she gets with Poison Ivy, what are you even doing? That leads me to...

Poison Ivy - She's also mean, cares about the environment, and that's hot.

Jon Kent - bet you didn't know Superman's son was bisexual.

Lindsay - I'm just going to assume that you haven't seen Queer as Folk, and like..you should fix that.

Chuck Bass - I know, I know. He sucks, but that's what representation is all about.

Chuck/God—This is literally from a one-off line in S11, but isn't it cool that God is bisexual?

Leopoldo, Cruz, and Ivan - Elite is honestly kind of a terrible show, but it is fun.

Max - so basically if you haven't seen Black Sails...what are you even doing with your life?

Sarah - Orphan Black is another show that must be seen.

Jaskier - Idk if this is one that people would mind getting into. The Witcher is a very confusing show, but, like, I love it. & Yennefer of Vendenberg is not bisexual, but she is a hot witch, so that's worth it.

Now, I can get into the characters that are extra special to me.

Marie and Jordan from Gen V - okay, these two are particularly special because Jordan has powers that allow them to switch between male and female presenting, and where else do we see the literal physical embodiment of a non-binary person? Also, there's a little slice of commentary about how they switch to their male form whenever they want to make a point, and they are nervous because they don't think Marie likes them in their female form, and that's rectified by the end. & Marie is, of course, besotted by them no matter their form, and she's got cool, blood-bending powers, and she's hot.

Ashley Davies - you will not find her on any of those listicles that publications make of the top bisexual characters, but you must know who she is because she is the character that started it all for me. On a little show called South of Nowhere about her and Spencer (a newly out lesbian) having a whirlwind high school romance. She's edgy and emotionally unavailable, she's kind of mean, but most of the time, she doesn't mean it, and she means a lot to me, so if you don't like her, keep that shit to yourself.

Kat Edison - my main bitch, my main squeeze, and the love of my life. She's a bisexual disaster, but that's okay because I love her. Heavily identify with her, and I hold her close to my heart.

Evan Buckley— I don't make a habit of relating to male characters; that's not my ministry, but Buck is a very special case. I didn't even click with him until 3x16, and then boom. I was rocked to my core by how much I relate to him, and now he's Bi! I don't have enough words yet to explain what that feels like but shout out to him.

[rosekillerismylife]

@marauders-rarepair-fics prompt: breakup words: 802 pair: emmary (Emmeline x Mary)

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Emmeline asks confused as she opens the door of her dormitory room. It’s the middle of the night and the knocking on her door woke her up. “Oh, did I wake you?” Mary counters. She runs a hand through her hair which is something she always does when she’s either very nervous or very distressed. If not for the fact that Mary looks like she’s been crying or that her voice sounds extremely hoarse, Emmeline would’ve probably been pissed that she woke her at this ungodly hour.

“No, I just took a short nap.” Emmeline answers gently. Oh, who is she kidding? Of course she wouldn’t have been pissed. Mary could’ve knocked anytime and Emmeline’s whole attention would immediately be on her. She has had a crush on Mary for God knows how long. But sadly enough, Mary was already in a relationship. Just thinking about Mary and Lily together makes Emmeline’s heart ache. If it was a boy, she would’ve at least known that she never had a chance. But it’s Lily. Wonderful, thoughtful, funny Lily. A girl. Emmeline likes Lily, she really does. For one, they have been friends since their first year at high school. For another, she makes Mary immensely happy. And that’s all Emmeline can hope for. Still, she wishes she could be the one at Mary’s side.

“Can I come in?” Mary asks warily. Half a year ago, she would’ve never asked that question. Half a year ago, Emmeline and Mary were inseparable. Half a year ago, Mary was not in a relationship. It’s not because of Lily. Lily tried really hard to maintain their friendship. She really did everything. But Emmeline couldn’t bear seeing Mary being happy with someone else all the time. So she distanced herself more from them to keep herself from breaking down over and over again. Now, it sometimes feels like Mary and Emmeline are strangers to each other.

“Yeah, sure.” Emmeline steps aside to let Mary through. She gestures to the bed to encourage Mary to sit there. Her room is not very big, so the only other option to not sit directly next to Mary is her desk chair. “So, what’s up? And don’t lie to me, I see the tearstains on your face.” “Lily and I broke up.” Mary suddenly looks directly at Emmeline. More tears are starting to flow. Emmeline just freezes. They broke up?!  What could possibly have let to their breakup? Just three days ago, she saw them at Dorcas’ birthday party being very happy. “What happened?” Emmeline asks concerned, moving to sit next to her on the bed. She can worry later about how being this close to Mary might affect her. The top priority right now is Mary.

“I….I don’t know. We-we were happy, you know? I-I mean, we loved each other. And…it just hurts so so much.” Mary starts to wipe aggressively over her eyes. “She-she’s in love with someone else. Someone not me. How, Em? How? I didn’t even notice her losing interest in me. What did I do to make her fall out of love with me? What, Em?” Emmeline’s heart breaks again. Seeing Mary like this, sad and on the verge of having a mental breakdown, opens the gates to the feelings she once hid there. Now, they roll over her and it feels as if they were never gone.

Hesitantly, she puts a hand on Mary’s shoulder to try and comfort her. She doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t have any encouraging words to give. “But…I mean….it would’ve been fine if she just told me. If she told me, she doesn’t love me anymore….it would’ve been okay. It’s just…do you know how much it hurts to discover that someone doesn’t love you the way you thought they would? And not only that, but…I saw them together. I saw how they look at each other. And how was I supposed to live with that? To know that I want someone who clearly doesn’t want me. It’s not fair.” Mary looks directly at Emmeline. Her brown eyes, wet and red from crying, lock with Emmeline’s. All the hurt and all the pain is visible in one single look. “Did you talk to her?” Emmeline asks carefully, scooting closer to Mary. “I confronted her about my feelings and…and asked her if she…if she still loves me. And she admitted it. The love of my life admitted that she…she doesn’t love me any…anymore.” Another wave of sobs shocks through Mary, making her sound weak and small. And the only thing Emmeline can do, is hug her. She embraces Mary, the love of her life, in her arms to comfort her because the love of her life broke up with her. Love really works in twisted ways.