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she SAID that she has FANS EVERYWHERE
AHS fans. Delphine’s Mansion in New Orleans. Our guide watched them film half the season with Kathy and they kept stopping because they heard noises and it messed with their filming.
Lily Rabe as ‘Misty Day’ for American Horror Story. Seasons: ‘Coven’ & ‘Apocalypse’ Pt.1
You can find AHS on Netflix 🧝🏻♀️
Lily Rabe as ‘Misty Day’ for American Horror Story. Seasons: ‘Coven’ & ‘Apocalypse’ Pt.2
*tears tbh*
ok phew *wipes tears* anyways might do a pt 3 with just pics of her
i wish i was a witch just to live there
⋆♱✮♱⋆ 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙂𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙃𝙀𝘼𝘿𝘾𝘼𝙉𝙊𝙉𝙎 !
𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍'𝙎 𝙉𝙊𝙏𝙀! new theme, new obsession, new me! i'm really excited about this one. i started and finished ahs coven in a few days and holy LORD i love it. i also go to school in new orleans, so it's definitely rlly special to me :) 𝙋𝘼𝙄𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂: madison montgomery x fem!reader 𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: some nsfw headcanons toward the bottom, i'll give a warning before the transition. swearing, use of magic (reader can charmspeak), mentions of death/murder (if you've seen ahs coven you have an idea of what to expect) 𝙍𝙀𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏: none, this is totally self indulgent haha!
𖤓 she would initially take interest in you if you were from a rich family—maybe the mob or something, maybe you guys just had money. but if we're going with the mob route, she'd ask sooo many times about the fucked up things you've seen.
"have you ever seen someone get shot?" "uh...no." "ugh, boo. what kind of mob family are you?"
𖤓 she'd kinda do what she did with zoe in the first episode—she'd find you kind of interesting and be like well. guess this is my friend now.
"i'm dangerously low on entertainment. and a roommate. i guess you'll have to do." "...thank you?"
𖤓 the first time you guys would hang out one-on-one would be when madison gets cabin fever and breaks you guys out to get your nails done.
𖤓 it's here that madison gets your whole backstory out of you, including (but not limited to) how you discovered that you were a witch, why you were sent to robicheaux's, and what powers you have.
𖤓 i imagine she'd be fascinated by charmspeak. once you tell her how it works and what it can do, she's already imagining all the things she could do if she had that ability—all the roles she'd have, all the money she'd make, all the things she could get. at that moment you become more than just new entertainment to her. you become useful.
𖤓 you'd go shopping after and she'd be grabbing things left and right. dresses, fur coats, jewelry. if she likes it even a little, she's grabbing it and adding it to the pile.
"you're seriously going to buy all of this?" "nope. you are."
𖤓 she asks you to charmspeak the cashier into giving it all to you guys for free. when you refuse, she's not angry, really, just...surprised? maybe a little confused by you. you have this insane ability to get literally whatever you want, and yet you adhere to a strict moral code? she just doesn't get it.
𖤓 while she doesn't make you use your charmspeak, she does set a small fire to distract the employees long enough to let you guys sneak out with all the stuff.
𖤓 which then, of course, results in a massive fashion show back at robicheaux's. severely disappointed by your wardrobe, madison forces you into some of the clothes from your shopping escapade, and even some of her old things. she's surprisingly generous with the amount of things she'll just give you.
"i like this one." "keep it. i wore it to the teen choice awards two years ago, so i can't be seen in it again." "says who?" "says fashion, y/n. the media. the press. rewearing an outfit is like writing 'i'm poor and irrelevant' on your head in permanent marker." "oh. of course."
𖤓 from then on, you guys are attached at the hip, so much so that nan and queenie take to calling you madison's assistant behind both of your backs.
𖤓 one weekend madison forces you to come to a frat party with her (and i mean forces—you'd been to a couple frat parties at home and hated them, so she has to do some hardcore convincing to get you to go with her).
𖤓 and going to a frat party with madison is definitely a unique experience. from the moment you step in the door, all eyes are on her—madison montgomery, the movie star. and there you are, trailing after her like a lost puppy. it's slightly humiliating, but madison does her best to be accommodating.
𖤓 and by accommodating, i mean she navigates you two to the drink table and starts pouring shots for the pair of you. you both take one, then two, and that's where you stop. madison does not. she takes a third, then a fourth, and then drags you onto the dance floor with her.
𖤓 the dance floor is where a new side of madison comes out. she dances like absolutely no one but you is there, moving around in an energetic but still graceful way. if you're not a big dancer, she'll put her hands on your hips and gently guide you to sway with the beat.
𖤓 she'll definitely get more touchy when she's drunk on the dance floor, holding your hand and moving your hair for you when it gets in your face. your faces will get so close without either of you even realizing, and then you'll burst into laughter for no reason.
𖤓 but then some frat guy would appear and start flirting with madison and she'd kind of float away to dance with him. your mood definitely takes a bit of a hit at that, but you're buzzed enough that you can dance on your own without feeling lonely.
𖤓 you keep an eye on madison as much as you can, but eventually she and the guy disappear. you stop dancing and move to look around, suddenly worried. eventually you find her, stumbling up the stairs with her hand attached to the guy. absolutely not.
𖤓 you catch up to them, stopping madison before she can get to the top of the stairs.
"hey, madi, time to go." "ha, sure. you go ahead, i'll catch up with you." "no, madi, it's time for both of us to go." "look, i get that it's past your fucking bedtime or whatever, but i'm having a good time. what the hell is your problem?"
𖤓 yeah, she doesn't take kindly to being told what to do. but she's too drunk to be going to some random frat guy's room, and you're too drunk and tired to argue with either of them. so you have no other choice. your eyes turn black as you summon your charmspeak.
"let her go, and stop trying to take advantage of drunk girls. work on trying to be a better person, take up volunteering or something. don't be a creep."
𖤓 the results are instantaneous. the guy lets go of madison's hand, muttering something about being too drunk, and heads upstairs alone. that's the first time madison's ever seen your charmspeak in action, and she's fucking furious.
"what the fuck is wrong with you?" "i just did you a favor. trust me." "bullshit! you can't tell me what to do." "technically i can, i just don't. come on, let's go."
𖤓 eventually you coax her out of the party and start walking back to robicheaux's—which is made considerably harder by the fact that madison is still very drunk, stumbling in her heels so badly that you have to wrap an arm around her waist to support her.
𖤓 she's silent on the way back, still fuming at you. but as she sobers up, she comes to a realization she wouldn't normally come to: you were right. she was way too drunk to be hooking up with a guy ten minutes after she'd met him.
𖤓 and the next thing she realizes is that you were just looking out for her. nobody ever really had before. madison had been told no very few times in her life—she used to think that was just a testament to her fame, but over time she came to realize that it just came from a lack of people who care about her. and that's when madison comes to the terrifying realization that you care about her.
𖤓 and since she doesn't really know how to say 'thank you," she gives you one of her joints for your trouble when you get back to your room.
𖤓 you share the joint in the backyard, finally having sobered up enough to enjoy a high. you stay quiet, mostly because you're worried she's still mad at you, partially because you're embarrassed that you used your charmspeak on someone, which you swore to yourself you'd never do again unless it was life or death. you were scared that madison was going to cut you off entirely. most people back home did when they realized what you could do. a voice in your head was telling you that madison was never going to speak to you again.
𖤓 so imagine your surprise when she turns and kisses you.
𖤓 you just back out of pure surprise, completely caught off guard. you have a million question but your high only allows you to stutter a huh?
𖤓 madison just laughs a bit, expertly hiding her disappointment at your pulling away. all of her television and film acting serves her well in situations like this.
"what? am i still too drunk for you?" "no, i just...what?"
𖤓 you're just so surprised. did you find madison attractive? undoubtedly yes. did you maybe kind of sort of definitely have feelings for her? also yes. but did you ever think there was a universe in which she'd reciprocate those feelings? absolutely not. so what the fuck was happening?
𖤓 the second time you guys kiss, you're the one who leans in first.
𖤓 that night, you don't do anything more than kiss (despite madison wanting to), but you do end up crashing in madison's bed in your party outfits and makeup. the hangover the next morning sucks ass, but the memories of the night before get you awake pretty quickly.
𖤓 i feel like it wouldn't be too long after that that you guys start dating. madison's never been a huge dater—she's very deeply ingrained in hookup culture, as most of young hollywood is. but when it comes to you, she doesn't think she can settle for the occasional hookup. for one, you guys are literally roommates, so you're together most if not all of the time. for another, her attraction towards you isn't just physical. she likes being around you. she likes talking to you. and because you had a moral compass, hanging around you made her feel like a better person. she hadn't had someone like that in...well, as long as she can remember.
𖤓 there'd never been an official "do you want to be my girlfriend?" type conversation. you would be out somewhere, someone would start messing with you, and madison would get in their face and tell them to leave her girlfriend the fuck alone. they'd leave, and madison would turn to find you with wide eyes and cheeks flushed pink.
"girlfriend?" "duh. is that a problem?" "nope, not at all." "good."
𖤓 i imagine the pda isn't too over the top, but it's definitely there. she'll hold your hand while you're out and about and occasionally lean in to kiss you (she thinks leaving lipstick marks on your cheek is cute). when it's just you guys in your room, she could be all over you depending on her mood. she also loves cuddling, even f she doesn't act like it. whether she wants to be the big or little spoon again depends on her mood. if you're just lying on your bed reading or something, she could just come over and lay her head on your chest if she feels like it, and you do the same to her.
𖤓 when you guys are alone she can literally be such a softie, but she will deny it to the ends of the earth. like if as a joke you threaten to tell everyone how cuddly she is she'll deadass be like "girl. who tf will believe you" and she has a point because like. no one would expect that from her.
𖤓 she's not a big user of pet names, but i can definitely see her calling you "babe/baby."
𖤓 if you have similar styles, your clothes would be her clothes and vice versa. if not, she'll still give you her clothes to wear. she just loves it when you're walking around in her shirt/dress/shorts/etc.
𖤓 also, madison can be an extremely jealous person. if you're out and someone is flirting with you, she will not hesitate to appear out of nowhere and kiss you.
𖤓 or you would make a little game out of it. for example, if a guy was flirting with you at a bar, you'd entertain him for a while, and then when he got around to asking you for your number or asking you out, you'd give an apologetic look and say "sorry, i only date celebrities," and then madison would appear out of nowhere and put an arm around you, giving the guy a smug little smile. you'd laugh about that for a while.
𖤓 you're one of the only people who can see through her "acting" in daily life. she's more confident than the average person for sure, but a good portion of her not giving a shit is acting. you become so attuned to her mannerisms that you start to recognize what's real and what's fake.
𖤓 it would be heavy grumpy x sunshine vibes with you guys. or like...bitch x sweetheart. when everyone else finally finds out you guys are together, they're so surprised. no one can fathom the idea that you, one of the nicest people at robichaux's, are dating the literal bitch supreme.
"y/n, you're...dating her?" "careful nan, you might hurt my feelings."
𖤓 and speaking of everyone "finding out," i imagine you wouldn't do some big reveal where you announce it to everyone one day. you'd both just stop giving a shit about trying to hide your relationship from everyone else.
𖤓 sometimes you really have to tell her to chill tf out...like she'll be threatening someone over next to nothing and you're right behind her apologizing for her.
𖤓 but when it comes to defending you, she will stop at literally nothing to ruin their lives. if they mess with you, they mess with her, and no one messes with her. so by extension, no one messes with you. ever.
𖤓 you'd be the first person she wants to see after the resurrected. you'd see her and run into her arms crying, and she'd say something like "jesus, calm down, i'm fine," but she's tearing up too because she thought she'd never see you again.
𖤓 you're the thing that gets her to feel again after she's brought back. it's around this time that she first tells you she loves you. you wouldn't be doing anything in particular, maybe just lying around your room and watching a movie or something, and she'd realize that she actually feels okay. and then the words would just tumblr out before she can stop them.
"i love you."
𖤓 you'd look at her, and she doesn't see surprise or fear. just a smile.
"i love you too."
𖤓 there wouldn't be a big fuss about it either, you'd both just kinda put it out there and let it be. it's so un-madison to be so chill about it, but she likes it being lowkey. you're hers, she's yours, and that's it. it's one of the only things in her life that's just simple.
𖤓 and if you somehow died? she would do literally anything to resurrect you. there is no universe in which you get to stay dead. not if she has any say in it.
𖤓 before the seven wonders, she’ll pull you aside and tell you, no bullshit, that you have to make it out. you have no choice. neither of you. she won’t even entertain the idea of saying goodbye to you because she won’t fathom the idea of either of you not coming back.
𖤓 at the end of the day, you are the one she wants to be with. whether that's alive or dead, it's you. that's something that's constant in her life.
nsfw
𖤓 in my head, madison is extremely bisexual—she's attracted to anything that's hot. in a similar vein, she never really had an aha moment when she realized she was attracted to girls, it was always just kinda there and she thought, so what? she knew realistically that she kinda had to keep it quiet when she became famous because the media could be ruthless, but she knew who she was pretty early on.
𖤓 to start, madison loves giving hickeys. it ties in with her being a jealous person—what's better than a literal physical mark telling everyone that you're hers? she'll leave them everywhere too. your neck, collarbones, shoulders, breasts, inner thighs.
𖤓 when it comes to men, i feel like she'd lean more towards being bratty/submissive, but when it comes to women? she likes to be in control, for sure. she'd like to give and receive, but she adores watching you come undone on her fingers or her tongue.
𖤓 the best way i can think to describe her is rough but gentle. like, she can be vicious with you but then lean in and whisper "are you okay, baby?" and if you say no, she'll tone it down.
𖤓 she'd also tease the fuck out of you. like, anywhere. during dinner, when you're out, anywhere. she'll put a hand on your thigh and just eeeeeease it higher and higher until your face goes red and you have to push her hand away. she'll literally laugh at you when you stop her.
𖤓 at parties, she'll be all over you while you dance. you'll be pressed against each other, moving in sync, until you wander over to the corner and you can't keep your lips apart anymore. if it's dark enough, she'll even sneak a hand up your dress. she'd be so smug if she could make you come while you're literally on the dance floor.
𖤓 or she'll just drag you to the bathroom and make you sit on the counter so she can eat you out. and then afterwards she'd just fix her lipstick like nothing happened.
𖤓 i feel like if she had an inexperienced partner, she'd be really excited to be the first to do certain things to you, or to figure out what makes you tick. and if you were anxious or nervous about anything, she'd find it soooo cute. she'd be quick to put your worries to rest, though.
"relax, baby. let me take care of you."
𖤓 but sometimes, of course, she'd be more than happy to have to take control—she'd tell you exactly how she likes it and tells you when you're doing a great job. and she is loud. she's got no shame when it comes to that. she doesn't care if people hear her moaning—in fact, sometimes she'll purposely be so loud that she knows everyone can hear her. she doesn't care if people hear how good you make her feel. she also likes seeing the way your face flushes red whenever she does it.
𖤓 she's not exceptionally kinky, but there are deffffinitely a few things she likes. she'd be into breath play and temperature play—as in, she likes choking and sucking on an ice cube before eating you out. while she can be rough, she would never do anything to actually hurt you.
𖤓 we also saw how she was when zoe walked in on her and kyle—she loves the idea of getting caught. she has no clue why, but the idea of someone walking in when she's between your legs gets her so turned on.
𖤓 she'd also give you permission to use your charmspeak on her sometimes. you're hesitant at first, but eventually you indulge her.
𖤓 she'll use a healthy mix of praise and degradation and she likes getting both back. some days you're a good girl and some days you're a slut, there's no in between lmao.
𖤓 she's conflicted when it comes to adding a third person into the mix. on the one hand, the idea of anyone else getting to touch you the way she does makes her furious. on the other hand, she likes the idea of watching/having someone else watch. you'd probably have lots of discussions about it to see what you're both chill with, and it'd probably end with you both flirting with a guy at a party and having a threesome. it's not spectacular, it's not awful, it's just fun.
𖤓 before you, madison never really understood aftercare. mostly because she never got it, so she never expected it. she was used to hooking up and leaving either right after or in the morning, so she's pretty surprised when you ask her if she wants to shower with you after the first time you guys have sex.
𖤓 taking a shower or bath together becomes the norm after you have sex, but if you're too tired you'll just fall asleep tangled up in sheets together.
hi ! imagine Madison Montgomery being frustrated because unlike other witches, reader is super chill, and a little sarcastic, so any time she acts up, reader always replies something witty, but never gets angry at her. so she purposefully tries to piss her off to get a rise out of her, which seems impossible, and turns into a 5+1 type of thing (5 times she tries to annoy her and one time she does). Except that when does, reader gets really pissed at her and it shifts to make-up sex (may i request a soft dom madison). I hope it makes sense because it did in my head. have a good day !
hiiiii!!! omg i love this prompt so much, thank you for requesting it! i ended up only doing 3 rather than 5 because i could only come up with so much HAHA. hope you enjoy ♡
3 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙜𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙨 𝙮/𝙣 𝙤𝙛𝙛…𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 1 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙙
pairing: madison montgomery x fem!reader
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warnings: swearing, smoking, drinking, smut
Madison Montgomery has a habit of pissing people off. It's not she goes around trying to ruin people's days (but if she does, they probably deserve it...) but if she doesn't wreak a little havoc before sundown, that pretty much means she's had an off day. Making people angry was her specialty.
Not Y/N, though. Never Y/N. No matter how much Madison bitched and moaned, Y/N wouldn't yell or get pissed off. It was almost like that was one of her abilities. Even Nan would find herself at her wit's end because of Madison some days. But not Y/N.
And so, out of pure curiosity (or enjoyment), Madison decided to do a little experiment.
— attempt #1
"Oh, come on, Y/N! All the cool kids are doing it!"
Already the experiment was failing. Madison had whipped out one of her beloved joints from her stash and propped their bedroom window open to smoke. Y/N sat on her bed, studying. She politely declined to join Madison in smoking, and Madison saw an opening.
"Don't be a pussy."
Y/N just shrugged. "I'm good. Say hi to Scooby and Shaggy for me, though."
"Scooby and Shaggy weren't stoners."
"Please, did you watch that show? They were totally stoners."
Madison didn't respond, taking another puff and blowing it out the window. She looked at Y/N, so calm no matter what. After a few moments, Madison stood and walked over to the bed, taking the book off Y/N's lap and moving it to the side. Before Y/N could protest, Madison threw a leg on either side of her waist and put the joint between Y/N's lips, forcing her to take a hit.
Y/N's eyes went wide for a moment, purely out of surprise, but she quickly recovered. She coughed a bit, smoke spilling out of her mouth. Madison expected her to curse her out, or at the very least yell, but Y/N just looked up at her with a calm expression. "Are you happy now?"
Madison tried to hide her frustration. "Fucking fabulous."
"Lovely. Now can I keep studying?"
Madison just rolled her eyes and muttered a whatever, allowing Y/N to pick her book up and go back to studying.
Well that was a fucking bust.
— attempt #2
The second time, Madison figured a group setting might be best. It all started over breakfast, when a fight broke out between Madison and Queenie. It was about something or other—Y/N never paid much attention to these fights. She usually dedicated her energy to breaking them up when they got ugly.
"Bitch, I swear to God!"
Queenie used telekinesis to send a full glass of orange juice at Madison, who used her telekinesis to send it straight into Y/N's lap. She jumped up as the cold juice splashed all over her legs, a gasp escaping her lips.
"Oops," Madison said with a little laugh.
Y/N let out a deep breath, and Madison was sure she was going to scream. But she straightened up, grabbed a napkin, and dabbed at her now stained clothes. "I'm going to go change," she said as though nothing had happened, "Madison, try not to start a food fight while I'm gone, okay?"
She left, leaving Queenie to snicker in satisfaction. Madison clenched her jaw. That bitch was way too chill.
— attempt #3
"Let's play a game."
Madison was getting desperate. This was proving to be more of a challenge than she previously anticipated.
Y/N, who was levitating a book a few feet in the air, let it drop into her hands. "I'm down."
"Shit, anything's better than this," Queenie said, and Nan hummed in agreement.
Madison grinned. "Forget levitating books," she said, letting her copy of Great Expectations thud to the table. "Let's learn to fly."
With a flick of her wrist, Y/N levitated into the air, a little shriek escaping her lips as she flew. Madison put her down after a few moments and Y/N looked at her in awe. "How the hell did you do that?"
"Please, it's easy. It's just like levitating pens."
"Let me try," Queenie said, focusing her eyes on Madison. Within an instant, Madison was five feet in the air, shouting at Queenie to put her back down. She did so (not before letting her hang a while longer) and crossed her arms in satisfaction. "Huh. That was fun."
Madison flipped her off. Nan looked at Y/N. "Me next," she said excitedly.
Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, focusing, and then opened them. Immediately, Nan rose a few feet into the air, an excited smile spreading on her face. Y/N smiled a bit, relieved. Madison saw her opportunity. "Come on, bring her a little higher."
"I think this is good," Y/N said calmly.
"Madison's right," Nan said, "I could knock some dust off the chandelier."
Y/N hesitated, pursing her lips for a moment. Then, with a little upwards motion, Nan began to rise higher into the air. Her grin grew as she floated higher and higher, reaching out to touch the crystalline tip of the chandelier.
Madison's fingers twitched a bit as she brought her focus to Nan. What followed happened in the blink of an eye: Madison took control of Nan and proceeded to put her into free fall, and Y/N, upon seeing Nan start to fall, moved the couch underneath her to break the fall. Nan landed with a thud and groaned in pain, having hit her knee in the fall. Y/N's hand flew up to cover her mouth. She hadn't done that, had she?
Before there was too much of a ruckus, Cordelia suddenly appeared in the doorway, having heard the thud. "What happened?"
"Y/N dropped me!" Nan said angrily, clutching her knee.
Cordelia fixed her eyes on Y/N, an uncharacteristic anger taking hold. "Y/N, you know the rules. No using magic on your fellow witches," Cordelia said sharply, going to help Nan.
"I didn't—!" Y/N began, and Madison perked up, waiting for the blowout. But Y/N just paused, taking a breath. "I know. My bad. Sorry, Nan."
Now Madison started to feel a little guilty—a feeling she was not well acquainted with. "She's fine," she said, gesturing to Nan, "she fell a few feet, big whoop."
Cordelia gave her a sharp look before returning her gaze to Y/N. "I trust it won't happen again," she said pointedly.
Y/N nodded. "Yep."
Cordelia left with Nan in tow, and Y/N just turned back to the group, eyes fixing on Madison. "You owe me, movie star."
There was no malice in her words—not even in the slightest. She just went back to practicing levitation with the book without a fight. It was Madison who was fuming and resisting the urge to throw Great Expectations against the wall as she watched Y/N carry on as if nothing had happened.
— attempt #4 (the 1 time it worked)
The last plan was half-baked, as Madison only came up with it when the two of them were at a frat party a few blocks away and Madison had already had three shots of vodka. A guy across the room had been eye-fucking her all night—well, he was one of them. Madison expected all eyes on her when she went out, so she carefully selected those she wanted to reciprocate eye contact with. It was only when she noticed this particular guy's friend that an idea formed in her head.
"Come with me," she said, taking Y/N's hand.
"Where are we going?"
"Ever heard of a two-man?"
Y/N shouted something that Madison didn't hear. They were deep in the throes of the party now, connected at the hand to prevent themselves from getting split up. Y/N stayed a few feet behind as Madison went up to the two guys and started talking. She couldn't make out a word of what they were saying, but one of them kept eyeing her while the other couldn't tear his eyes off Madison. Eventually they seemed to come to some kind of agreement and Madison took Y/N's hand again, both of them following the two guys up the stairs.
"Their names are Andy and...something else, I don't know," Madison said as they went up the stairs.
"Where are we going?"
She didn't get an answer. They ended up in a bedroom at the end of the hallway—empty, secluded, and only a little bit quieter than the rest of the house. For a moment, the four of them just stood there, staring each other up and down like sizing them up. Then Madison grinned at Andy. "Well? Are we gonna get this started or what?"
Andy glanced at the other one (Y/N felt horrible that she still didn't know his name) and then looked back at the two girls. "You first."
Y/N frowned, confused, but before she could ask for clarification, Madison rolled her eyes and pulled Y/N in to kiss her hard. It took a good few moments to get over the initial shock of the kiss. Y/N noticed that she tasted like cigarettes and smelled like Dior perfume. Madison's tongue briefly swiped her bottom lip, and then she pulled away, fixing her lipstick and turning back to the boys. "Happy?"
They didn't respond.
Now, by this point, Y/N had taken at least three rounds of shots with Madison, so her reaction time was a bit impaired. Before she could really assess, one of the guys (Not Andy) had his lips on hers and was attempting to unzip her dress, and she realized all at once that she did not want to be in this situation.
Y/N pushed the guy off of her. "What the fuck?"
Andy looked at Madison. "I thought you said she was cool with it."
"She is cool with it," Madison replied, "right, Y/N?"
Y/N looked at her like she was crazy. "No, Madison, I'm not cool with this! Oh my God!"
Without another word, Y/N stormed out of the room, down the stairs, and out onto the street. It wasn't until she was down the front steps of the house that she realized Madison had followed her.
"Y/N, Jesus Christ, slow down," Madison said. Y/N didn't slow down. Madison rolled her eyes. "This was your idea!"
Y/N stopped, whirling around to look at the blonde. "No it wasn't, Madison! It's always your idea! It's always your shit that gets me into trouble! I've tried to be nice about it and let things go, but I'm fucking done, okay? I'm done."
She turned and kept walking, and Madison realized she had finally gotten what she wanting—Y/N was truly and royally pissed.
Y/N didn't talk the entire way back to Robicheaux's. Madison trailed a few feet behind her (partially because her heels were killing her), trying not to let on how worried she really was. The longer she was silent, the more Madison realized she had never really seen Y/N mad before. Nor did she really know how long she was able to stay mad for.
When they got back, Y/N went straight to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Madison stood outside for a moment, wondering if she should ask to talk, but then she heard the shower run. She took that as her cue to leave.
Ten minutes later, Y/N walked back into the room, wrapped in a towel, hair wet. She sat on the edge of her bed for a moment, absentmindedly brushing knots out of her hair. Madison watched her for a moment before getting up and crossing the room. She sat down beside her and Y/N gave no indication that she even registered her presence. She just went on brushing her hair as if no one was there.
Eventually Madison reached out and gently took the hairbrush out of her hands. "Hey, look at me," Madison said softly.
Reluctantly, Y/N looked over at her, her face stoic. Madison took her now empty hand. "I'm sorry, okay?"
"Whatever, Maddie. It's fine—"
"No, it's not," Madison interrupted. "It was stupid. I should've made sure you were fine with it, or whatever. Just...let me make it up to you."
She reached out, moving the wet hair away from Y/N's neck. She leaned in slowly, taking in the smell of her strawberry shampoo and vanilla body wash. Then she pressed a soft kiss to the side of Y/N's neck, right over her pulse point.
Y/N made no objection or attempt to stop her, so Madison trailed kisses up her jaw and cheek. Y/N tilted her head and tried to ignore the pounding in her chest as Madison gently laid her down, placing a knee on either side of Y/N's body.
"Tell me to stop and I will," Madison whispered, but Y/N made no noise, allowing her to continue.
Madison's lips reached hers again, but this kiss was unlike the one at the party. That one had been rushed and performative, trying to stroke whatever fetish Andy and Not Andy were into. That kiss had filled Y/N's stomach with shock and confusion. This one started a fire in her chest, one that sent pinpricks of electricity down to her fingertips. Madison nipped at her top lip and ran her hands through her hair. She was gentler than Y/N expected her to be, but every once in a while she got a little tug on her hair that seemed extremely in-character for Madison.
Y/N and Madison's hands met at the fold of her towel, both of them fighting to untuck it. Soon enough it was discarded on the floor, and with it Madison's shirt. Madison immediately went to work, leaving hickeys on her chest. She came back up and pressed a kiss on Y/N's temple as her hand slowly slid in between her legs.
"Maddie," Y/N breathed, her eyes fluttering in pleasure.
Madison grinned, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Do you forgive me?"
"Yes."
Madison's lips curled into a smirk. "Good girl."
You should do Kyle Spencer x reader where like the frat boys tried to ra3e her, and he like save her or something and they cuddle? Lmao sorry if that’s sound weird
It doesn't sound weird! Sorry for the wait, I started to watch the first episode of Coven to get an idea for how he acts then I couldn't stop lmao. Anyways, hope you enjoy!😊
Trigger Warning: Attempted Sexual Assault
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"Ugh, why'd you force me to come to this stupid party?" You shouted into your boyfriend, Kyle's, ear.
Kyle playfully rolled his eyes at your outburst, but that was really the only way to communicate over the blaring techno music playing throughout the various speakers in his frat house.
"Because, I know how you get when you're left alone. You would be so bored back at your dorm." He smirked at your pout, knowing that he was right.
"Yeah, well, we could always go to an actual rave with live music instead of this shitty wanna be rave." You huffed, crossing your arms.
Kyle shook his head and grinned. "Just go get yourself a drink, you'll feel better." He teased.
You playfully shoved him and made your way through the crowd of tipsy college students and frat boys, looking to get drunk so you could power your way through the party.
"Well, you don't look like you're enjoying the party."
You look to your right to see one of Kyle's fellow frat brothers, Archie, who was definitely not trying to hide his wandering eyes over your body while smirking.
"Yeah, well, I don't like frats."
"And yet you're fucking one, huh."
You scoffed and rolled your eyes. "Unlike the rest of you frar boys, Kyle is actually sweet."
Archie moved in closer to you. "Aw, but, darling, I can be very sweet." You moved back, repulsed. "Just come to the back room and I'll show you."
"You wish." You laughed, not intimidated at all and continued making your drink.
"Okay, look over there." Archie pointed across the room, and reluctantly your eyes followed. "You can not possibly tell me that you think that pathetic loser is hotter than I am. I mean, he can't possibly have a bigger dick than me cause I've seen that little pecker." He guffawed, making you roll your eyes.
"He's a grower, not a shower." You smiled sweetly, Archie immediately dropping his smirk.
"Hope you enjoy your night, you sick bitch." And with that, he sulked off.
You quickly downed your drink, wanting to forget about that stupid jerk. You cringed as the strong liquor burned down your throat, coating your tongue in bitterness and slight saltiness.
You chose to stay by the bar, taking sips of your drink while watching your boyfriend dancing pretty awfully with a couple of his friends once his favorite Toto song started blasting through the speakers. You shook your head with a loopy grin as Kyle tried to do the Sprinkler.
You noticed how tired you suddenly felt, usually alcohol made you tired, but you could hold your liquor pretty well, so what the hell?
You started to stumble towards the bathroom to splash your face with cold water, but you had so much difficulty standing that the walls were basically the only reason you were on two feet.
"Hey, you okay?" You heard a voice echo through your ears, sounding muffled and distorted. You looked up to see the blurry face of Archie.
"Where's Kyle…?" You mumbled, your own voice sounding distorted.
"I'll take you to him." Your jumbled up mind made you more agreeable, but you normally wouldn't go anywhere with Archie.
"Mm, where are we…?" You whined, noticing the area around you enough to realize that you weren't anywhere near where you last saw Kyle.
"Silly girl…" Archie chuckled darkly. "Don't you know to never leave your drink unsupervised…"
You felt so limp that you couldn't even widen your eyes in shock as Archie threw you down onto some random bed. "Archie…don't..." You mumbled loudly.
You started to tear up as you heard the clink of his belt unbuckling.
Downstairs, Kyle looked around for you, but you were nowhere to be found. He walked up to one of his frat boys. "Hey, have you seen Y/N? She went to get a drink but I can't find the girl anywhere?"
"Uh, I think she went up with Archie last time I saw." Jimmy said.
Kyle furrowed his brow at his statement. "Why the hell would she do that?"
"Don't know, man. She looked pretty fucked up."
Kyle suddenly got a pit in his stomach, following his gut all the way upstairs and into each of the bedrooms to look for you.
"Y/N?" Kyle shouted, feeling panicked very quickly.
Kyle finally found the room you were in, gasping at the sight of one of his frat brother's with his pants down, hovering over you.
"Hey!" Kyle roared, immediately ripping Archie away from your unconscious body. "What the hell are you doing?!"
Archie held his hands up in surrender, stuttering nonsense. "Hey, hey, she wanted it! She wanted it!"
"She's fuckin' unconscious, you asshole!"
Kyle brought his clenched fist back, extending it forward with all his might onto Archie's face, over and over and over and over…
"Kyle…"
Kyle snapped his head back towards you, seeing you stir, and he quickly rushed to you, releasing a bloodied Archie and letting him fall to the floor with his now broken face.
"Y/N…Y/N…" Kyle whispered, craddling your face gently. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry." Kyle looked you over, sighing in relief as your undergarments were still intact. He made it time, thank god… "Let's get outta here, yeah?"
Kyle pulled your delicate body into his arms, lifting you up and carrying you back to your dorm. "You're safe now…you're safe now." Kyle lowered you onto your bed.
"Where am I?" You mumbled.
"You're back at your dorm."
Your eyes widened, shouting and bolting upright. "Archie! Where is he?!"
"Hey, hey, hey, it's okay." Kyle cooed. "I stopped him before he could do anything."
You teared up, quickly bringing him closer into your arms. "Thank you…thank you." You cried.
"I'd never let anyone hurt you." Kyle whispered. "I'll let you get some rest…"
Kyle went to stand up from the bed, but you grabbed his hand. "Wait…don't go, please…"
Kyle nodded, laying down beside you and holding you close in his arms.
"I'll never leave you."
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Seven Wonders - Misty Day (AHS Coven)
Misty is my wife, no questions pls and thank you
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It had been a couple months since you learned that you were a witch.
It was tough at first, but then it became really fun, especially since you had the power to control the earth around you.
Misty loved your power, always asking for you to grow her favorite flowers or plants.
Everyone joked, mostly Madison, that you were flower children and tree huggers, but you didn’t mind. Neither did Misty. Both of you loved nature and animals, so it wasn’t really a surprise when you two fell in love.
The only problem was that the Seven Wonders would have to be performed in a few days, and it’s not that you weren’t confident, but you knew the history of how many witches died when performing in the past.
You didn’t want anything bad to happen to Misty.
You wanted to cast a protection spell, not just for Misty, but for all your fellow witches...even Madison.
Misty watched in childlike curiously as you hurried around your room, searching for your spell book and some candles and other supplies you would need for the spell to work.
“What’re you doin’, darlin’?” Misty voiced. “You’ve been running around all over hell’s half acre this mornin’.”
“I’m looking for my spell book.” You called out from across the room, neck deep into one of your dresser drawers.
“Well, hell, sweet pea, I’ve got it right here!” You grinned as she handed the thick book over to you. “I was doin’ a little reading and I forgot to give it back.”
“Oh, that’s okay. Thanks.” You placed a short kiss on her cheek and headed to the center of the room where you had gathered all your supplies.
“What are you trying to do?” Misty asked as you poured a salt circle around yourself.
“I’m casting a protection spell.” You said, starting to place five white candles in the correct position.
Misty furrowed her brows and tilted her head in confusion. “Is someone gettin’ hurt?”
You smiled slightly, flicking the lighter on and setting fire to the candles. “It’s to help us get through the Seven Wonders.”
“Oh. Well, I don’t really think I need help with that. Ms. Myrtle thinks I’m the next Supreme, ya know.” She giggled, bringing her favorite shawl over her shoulders.
“Yeah, and Cordelia says nobody should want to be a Supreme.” You frowned. “Plus, Snow is an old bat who can’t even see two feet in front of her. She wouldn’t be able to tell a Supreme from an acrobat.”
“Well, that’s kind of a rude thing to say.” She mumbled, fiddling with the end of her shawl.
“Sorry, it’s just, that witch bitch Fiona was supposed to find her successor before she kicked the bucket. We were never supposed to do this shit.” You huffed, turning the pages of your book until you found the correct spell.
“You’re scared?” Misty asked, but it was more of a statement since she already knew you were.
“I just don’t want to lose you...” You said softly.
Misty smiled softly, getting off your bed and sitting herself down on the floor next to you. “You’re not gonna lose me, darlin’. I’ll be just fine, and so will you.” She held your hand.
You tried to smile, but you still had a horrible feeling about it all. “Well, it still wouldn’t hurt to cast a spell.” You shooed Misty away from your salt circle, but she still sat across from you to watch.
You reached for your knife, bringing it up and slicing into the palm of your hand. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and clenching your bloodied fist, speaking the words to the spell. “Ut corrumpebent in potentia ad miracula septem Deus ut noceret mihi. Peto qoud sit verum et ad bonum omnium. Sic fait semper.”
You exhaled, feeling your blood burn your skin as you finished the spell. You opened your eyes to see Misty staring at you intently. “Well, did it work?” She asked.
“I guess we’ll find out.” You sighed.
“Well,” Misty scooted closer to you, wrapping your hand with a clean cloth delicately. “I’m sure everything will be fine even if it didn’t. Thanks for trying though.” She smiled.
You sighed dreamily. “You’re so good to me.”
Misty crossed over your salt circle to place a sweet kiss on your lips. “That’s cause I love you.” She smiled.
“Yeah, yeah, love you too.”
“So,” Misty drawled, still wearing a grin, “can you grow some of my flowers again?”
You rolled your eyes playfully. “Of course.”
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Misty deserves all the love in the world
Young Evan Peters is so adorable and pure
My mom: what type of boy do you like
Me:
My Mom: he's to old
Don't You Know I Love You?
Pairing: Misty Day x Reader
Word Count: ~ 1,162
Summary: After you sustain an ankle injury, Misty decides to heal it for you. In the process, some hidden feelings surface, changing your relationship with Misty for the better. (This summary is kinda bad, but I promise the writing is better lol)
Warnings / Misc. -- Fluff, Happy Ending
I envisioned a female reader as I wrote this, but there's nothing to stop a male / non binary / genderfluid person from feeling the love!
A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first writing, and constructive criticism is welcome. Feel free to request, all I ask is that you have an idea of what you want. We can come up with something together if you're not too sure, no worries! As always, comments and feedback are much appreciated. I hope you enjoy! 😁
SPECIAL THANKS: I want to thank @imagines4thepeeps for encouraging me to post this and showing me the ropes!
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"Misty, it's just a little sprain! Nothin' to get all bent outta shape over." You laugh incredulously, rolling your eyes at her. "You got hurt, and I'm not gonna just let you be in pain for no reason. Now just sit there and look pretty while I find the right spell." She replies, matter-of-factly. Arguing with Misty never seemed to go anyone's way except hers; she has a funny way of always sounding right and logical. So, you do what she said to.
The soft hum of a Fleetwood Mac song moseys into the room, filling your ears with the sweet melody, making everything peaceful. You look around the room for something to occupy your mind, while she sifts through her book in the adjacent room; your attention is momentarily captured by the glass of sweet tea she brought you earlier, the condensation slowly dripping down it. As strange as it sounds, sitting there looking at the glass, you feel something swell within your chest. You love her. You'd known for a long time, and you'd had to come to terms with your feelings. The way she was just so gentle and good, never meaning harm or having wicked intentions like so many others you'd encountered before. She was perfect and pure, and you wanted nothing more than to protect and cherish her forever.
And in your dreams, you did. They were wonderful, pleasant fantasies; they felt like that rush of warm summer air you feel as you step outside, into the sun. Or like the smell of sweet lavender as you ride your bike down the streets, feeling the light drizzle of cool water from your neighbors watering their gardens. It was warm and safe, and you never wanted to leave that place. But sadly, your reality is far different than that paradise.
The sound of her voice calling to you pulls you from your thoughts. "--you alright? You were in your own little world there for a bit." She smiles, looking down at you. You can't help but do the same, the look on her face making your heart speed up. Whenever she paid you any attention -- however small it might be -- you were giddy. "Yeah, I'm good." You tell her, and you feel your walls begin to rise back up. "D'you find the incantation?" Her eyes analyze you for a moment before she answers you. "Sure did, sweet thang. I just need ya ta' sit up for me. Here--" she says, reaching out a hand. You take it, and she eases you up, before helping you lean back on the couch; she crouches at your feet. "Ya know Mist, I didn't injure my whole body... you're treatin' me like I'm fragile." Without missing a beat, she says, "Well you are, Y/N. That's why I love ya so much."
Her words nearly knock the wind from your lungs. She loves you? Surely not like that. The way she said it so freely, so unafraid; those same words that you've been repeating to yourself for months, like a mantra, trying to find the right way to confess. And here she is, so gorgeous in the lazy, fading sunlight, simultaneously calming you down and making you nervous as hell. She quickly furrows her brow, looking up at you from her crouched position in front of you. Mustering up all the courage that you possess, you say, "I need to show you something." She just nods, reassuring you that she understands. You tenderly take her hand within your own, creating the physical bond required to show her your world. She gazes into your eyes, growing serious and curious all at once. "Show me, darlin'."
With that, you begin. Warmth and radiance fills your senses, the dazzling aromas and sights following suit. You allow her to experience everything you feel when you see her; the giddiness, the excitement, the pleasure. It's unexplainable, but you manage to show her all of it; how protective you feel of her, how precious she is to you, all the things you never knew how to tell her on your own. Then, you let her in on some memories -- the main one being the first time you realized you love her. After that, you slowly release the bond, letting her get prepared for the juxtaposition of realities. Something drips down your cheek as you open your eyes; it’s a tear, and you wipe it away before she can see it. Her eyes stay closed for what feels like an eternity, causing you to sink down into the cushion and prepare for the worst.
“Well... there ya go.” You let out a singular, nervous chuckle, before looking down and biting your lip. There was no way you could look her in the eyes as she rejected you. You sneak a glance at her, and find her eyes open; she has a gorgeous, awestruck look on her face. “That was beautiful.” She utters, sounding breathless. “I’ve never felt so accepted and loved before... why didn’t you tell me sooner?” You raise your head, meeting her gaze. “I was afraid. I mean, you’re so you and I’m just me. I could never measure up.” Instead of wasting oxygen on telling you all the reasons you’re wrong and she’s right, she leans forward and kisses you.
It’s sweet and gentle, just like her, but it holds so much passion that you know you’d swoon if you were standing up. Her left hand cradles your head, and she moves to deepen the embrace. A few more alluring kisses later, you pull away and lean your forehead against hers and smile. “God, I never even imagined that this could happen. I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” You confess, feeling the weight lift off of your chest. “Me too, sugar.” She starts, pulling away further to look in your eyes. “Ever since that cookout we had months ago.” Your eyes widen and your jaw drops. “Really? That was only, like, the third time we’d seen each other.” She shrugged in her nonchalant way, saying, “It was enough for me. Part of me knew as soon as I met you. Another one of my traits, I guess. I felt a little pang of something when we first introduced ourselves... I just couldn’t tell what it meant at the time. But it’s clear now.” She says, running her fingers through some of your hair. “I love you so much. Almost as much as Stevie.” She whispers the last part in your ear, rolling forward and climbing beside you on the sofa. You gasp, shocked by her words. “I’m honored.” Your lips find hers, already accustomed to them. “I love you, too. I think we’ve established that, though.” She laughs loudly, and your heart soars. With your ankle forgotten about, the two of you spend the rest of the night together, tangled in each others arms, dizzy with excitement for the future.
Somewhere Only We Know (As We Are Now)
Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader
Word Count: ~ 1,047
Summary: After a fight with Cordelia, you're left to pick up the pieces. While doing some reflecting, Misty (and the girls) help you decide what comes next.
Warnings / Misc. -- Angst (not entirely soul crushing tho), Potentially Hopeful Ending, Like 1 Curse Word
A/N: Hey guys, I hope you enjoy. Feedback is always appreciated. Happy reading!
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It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You’d think after everything you’ve been through together -- the ups and downs, constant tension and ever-changing circumstances, literal hell and back -- things would’ve found a way to work out. But right now, as you mindlessly twist the band around your finger, it all seems pretty hopeless. Memories of the night she gave you that ring come flooding into your mind:
“Darling, you look absolutely stunning.” At the sound of Cordelia’s voice, you turn your head towards her and smile. “Right back at you, sweetheart.” You quip, lowering the heat of the burner and wrapping an arm around her. She settles against your side, pulling you ever closer into her magical embrace. “Here, taste it.” You quickly gather some of the sauce onto the spoon and hold it to her lips, once it’s cooled down. Judging by the look that she gives you and the ethereal sound that she lets out after she tries it, it’s safe to say that she approves. “It’s delicious.” You blush lightly, still just as excited by her praise as ever. “It’s new, some type of Italian sauce for the pasta. Misty let me use some basil from her garden.” A wide grin spreads across your face and you raise your eyebrows at that last fact -- anytime Misty gives you fresh ingredients for a new dish, it usually turns out amazing. “She did, did she?” Delia asks, smirking lightly. You hum in response, and she kisses your temple. “Let’s eat.” You declare, before plating up the food.
Full and content, you look at Cordelia across the table. “Thank you for tonight, love.” You bow your head, smiling as you return her gaze. “My pleasure. I know you’ve had a lot going on recently with the girls, and I wanted to treat you to a nice meal.” At that, she sits unwavering for a moment, before a look of affirmation crosses her face. “And that is precisely the reason that I’m giving you this,” she states, pulling a small box from her pocket. “I’ve been realizing just how in love with you I am, Y/N. You’ve been by my side through it all, and I promise to do the same for you. I wanted to give you something to remind you of that, and I figured this would suffice.” She says, voice shaky with emotion, as she slips the ring onto your finger. “I don’t know what to say, Delia. Thank you... I love you so much.” You utter, tears in your eyes. She moves closer to you, enveloping you in her arms and keeping you close.
The distant sound of a dog barking brings you back down to Earth. The bed had grown cold a long time ago, and the smell of her perfume was beginning to fade. Attempting to take your mind off of it, you slink down to the kitchen for some warm tea. Needless to say, that was a horrible idea. As you wait for it to steep, your eyes wander to the dining table; the same table that you had shared many meals, “I love you’s”, tearful reconciliations, and other defining moments in your relationship. As much as you try to fool yourself, the truth is blatantly obvious; everything reminds you of her. After all, when someone becomes your world, you tend to find them in everything. Whether it be the golden rays of sunlight shining on you to remind you of her angelic hair, or even the chill that goes up your spine at the memory of her hands all over you, you can’t escape your thoughts. It’s sweet torture, working to tear you down and build you back up all at once. As you taste the tea, her flavor comes to mind. Countless hours spent kissing and making love had made you accustomed and fine tuned to her. Knowing her body like the back of your hand was proving to be a blessing and a curse.
As you sit alone with your thoughts, a sudden wave of anger washes through you. Without restraint, your cup flies across the room and shatters against the wall. Warm, salty tears spill from your eyes and flow relentlessly down your cheeks; you’re too drained to wipe them away. “Y/N? Are you alright?” It’s Misty. Sweet, loving, Misty. She takes a seat beside you, rubbing soothing circles on your back. “No, I’m not, Mist. I miss her so much, I just don’t see how I so royally fucked this up.” It was no secret to the Coven that the two of you were taking some time apart, to put things nicely. After all, it wasn’t hard for the girls to see when something was wrong with the power couple of the house. “I know it’s hard, but I can’t stand to see you upset like this. I’ve dealt with more than enough suffering in my life,” she pauses for a moment, “so take my advice: go after her. Sitting here, wallowing in your sadness, doesn’t give you any chance at making the situation better.”
You let out a shaky breath, looking into her eyes. “I want to, but what if she doesn’t want me anymore?” At this, Misty lets out a small chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief. “Y/N, that woman will always want you. She’s hurt, of course, but she needs you now more than ever. This isn’t where your story ends… I just know it. Now go.” She says with conviction. The corners of your lips lift slightly, forming a soft smile. “Thank you, Misty. I love you.” You wrap her in a much needed hug, happy to have such an amazing person in your life. “I love ya, too. Now go get your girl.” She jests. Quickly grabbing your keys and wallet, you make a beeline for the door. Misty was right, as always: staying idle was doing you no good. “Good luck!” You take another look to find the source of the voice, and spot Zoe smiling at you from around the corner of the hall, giving you a thumbs up. The other girls are piled around her, and they quickly scurry off to try and hide the fact that they were eavesdropping. You laugh softly. “Thanks, girls.”