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American Horror Story : COVEN!
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“when witches don’t fight, we burn”
- ahs: coven
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Sitting down in your shared bed, across from eachother. Kyle is palming himself through his pants, as you begin to tease your clit.
You’re completely naked, with Kyle still in his pajama pants. His bulge is eminent. “Please Ky. Take them off. Can’t take this. ‘s not fair.” You pout your lip and give him puppy dog eyes.
“Awe what’s the matter, baby? Can’t control yourself?” He asks tauntingly as he grips himself through his pajamas. He’s not wearing anything underneath, you can tell.
“Cmon Ky. Don’t be like this. Please.” His teasing is only making you wetter but you don’t know how much longer you can go without seeing him bare infront of you.
Your fingers run up and down your dripping slit. “Don’t you wanna touch yourself for me? Hm?” You’re biting your bottom lip now, anything to convince him.
He rolls his eyes and gives you a cheesy smile, before taking his cock out of his pants. It’s standing tall and proud, slapping against his muscular tummy.
The precum is oozing down his cock and onto his happy trail. “ ‘s pretty Ky. Just like you.” Your head rolls back as you enter your fingers inside your cunt.
He picks up his stroke pace, but he’s still gently squeezing the tip to make his precum drip out more. “You’re so beautiful baby, such a pretty pussy. Know your little fingers can’t reach as deep as mine can. ‘sn’t that right, princess?”
“Needa Cum. Please have to cum!” You beg and plead with him and who is he to resist your cute little whimpers as you finger fuck yourself imagining it’s him.
“Go ahead baby, im right there with you. Go ahead. Be a good girl, cum for me.” That’s all it takes for your juices to gush all down your fingers as his sticky cum shoots onto his tummy.
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annarexcouture · 1 month
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"BALENCIAGAAAAA!!!!"
- Myrtle Snow
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AMERICAN HORROR STORIES (2021)
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ofc-fics · 3 months
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From the Flame to the Phoenix (Myrtle Snow)
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Myrtle Snow was a complex character, but at the same time so basic. She was powerful and clever with her execution of that power. Seemingly a bit mad, you found her to merely be cultured. Most of what she said made sense once she explained. Dressed in couture and dramatic, one only had to maintain observation to see how much like everyone else the ginger was. She was raised into magic and so was of course a master at its comprehension. Not naturally so powerful as to stick out, Myrtle began teaching at the very school she was taught at. Choosing to have no children of her own, she was very maternal toward her charges. Because of her hair and personality, she'd been bullied by her generation's Supreme which followed her into adulthood. She despised lies due to the gossip from her youth. It all made sense to you, even before you'd gotten to know her. 
Myrtle met you in a psychiatric hospital and she convinced you you weren't crazy. It was a debate, considering the source. But you'd walked out a little angrier at mortals, especially those in denial at what you had both seen. You stuck to Myrtle's side after that, and even the Council had come to terms with your presence. Now, you typed the report. Ms. Snow's apprentice became very commonly aware of, but in private, it was a different story. You were both currently in New Orleans, though you weren't allowed to explore. Myrtle had divulged that this was where the coven, the school, her school was, but you weren't allowed to visit. Apparently, no one knew you two were even in town and it was supposed to stay that way. That was fine by you. 
But Myrtle may come to regret that decision. She'd been staring at her wall of photos of the Supreme, her not-entirely-former bully for yours. While you knew the power of that mind, you couldn't see her thoughts. She was plotting and investigating all at the same time. And you were bored. That did not justify this woman shouting your name when a window was opened, clearing the wall. 
"What?" you chirped innocently. 
Perhaps too innocently, because Myrtle leveled you with a stern glare. You knew better than to put much, if any, stock into the obviously faux anger. Once she saw the corner of your mouth lift, the wiser woman broke her own act. "You know I'm focused." 
With a nod, you walked over to her. "You've been focused for hours. Got a plan yet?"
Myrtle let out a big sigh, vindicating your belief that she needed a break. "Fiona is the Supreme. The only plan can be to weed out the next, and the only place to do that is from inside the coven." 
Winding your arms around her from behind, you looked up at the stalker collage re-placing itself on the wall. You toyed with her necklace from this angle, sometimes her hair or shirt too, but the most important placement was your chin on her shoulder. Myrtle raised one hand to hold your unoccupied one. "Then why are we staring at a bunch of pics about the current Supreme?" You idly kissed beneath her ear, eyes still locked where hers were. 
The Councilwoman shook the hand she held. "Because!" Despite her eternally calm persona, Myrtle's voice was textbook angry. She was still gentle with her touches to you, but you suddenly felt her frustration in the air. "Young Madison Montgomery - a carbon copy of Fiona - has gone missing right when she returns. I know she's killed for power before, I know it, and I'd bet my Balenciaga gown she's done it again. Of course she assumed the next Supreme would be just like her. Well, for the sake of the coven, we had better hope she's wrong about her succession." All worked up, Myrtle was breathing hard. Her eyes were alight with such fire, you feared her lenses would magnify it. 
You swept her crimped ginger locks over one shoulder and kissed the base of that tendon. You didn't bother trying to hide your smile this time when she fake glared over her shoulder. "It's done, my love. Her actions are in the past. How do we find her successor?" you tried to call her back to the present. She went to stare at the wall again, but your grip on her chin put a stop to that and drew her back to you. You released her chin to trail down her nose. 
"Only the Test of the Seven Wonders," Myrtle finally confirmed. 
Your thumb went back upwards via her cheekbone, trailing all the way into her chaotic locks. "So, short of you or I taking the Tests, the only course would be to help your daughter, your darling Delia." You'd not met the Supreme's biological daughter, your lover's surrogate, but you'd heard plenty. The poor girl was a carbon-copy of Myrtle, rather than her mother. Pushed around and down, particularly by Myrtle's own bully, they shared so much you already felt a hint of jealousy. It took some work to reign it in, but you did. After all, you could envy her real daughter, if she'd had one, and their bond was very different to your own. Mostly, you told yourself that there was nothing to worry about until there was something to worry about. Luckily, you didn't have to convince her as the Council was soon called for official business. Little did you know, the Supreme would drag you into that business, as a witness. 
Myrtle had already shown her hand and her grudge when Fiona presented her own evidence. Charmed photos which would re-stick themselves to the wall they were posted to in the order they were posted in. You were called from your exploration of the coven to stand before the Council and the Supreme. 
Fiona would interrogate you, someone already quite nervous. You did your best not to look at Myrtle, lest you be accused of conspiring. Everyone already knew you were glued to Myrtle at the hip. It started with easy questions, how you discovered your magic, how you met Myrtle, then they turned pointed and accusatory at Myrtle. "Has she ever mentioned... me?" Fiona asked, rather vainly you thought. 
You laughed. "Did my Witch mentor talk about the Supreme...? Yea...." You nodded as if she were dim. 
"By name," the woman sassed unpleasantly, "and negatively."
You were stuck. You didn't want to lie - you rarely did - though Myrt would be the main one to know. You decided to go with your truth. After all, you only had your perspective for sure. "She says you're not around. Not that I needed to be told. Salem witches incarcerated for insanity and you're looking for a flaw in someone else?" You laughed again. 
"How long have you been in Louisiana?"
Ooh.... "It's my first time." 
"Not what I asked." Fiona smiled. She thought she had you. 
You suddenly didn't speak. You stared down Fiona with a suddenly neutral expression. Your mentor rose from her seat in concern for you. You blinked and diverted your gaze. You were calm, externally 100% tranquil, but your heart was working overtime in both speed and strength. You feared it would burst free. "I need my meds." 
Myrtle went to circle the table to get to you. "No, little bird!" she insisted. Bless her soul, Myrtle had been trying to prevent you using the mortal drugs, but sometimes the emotions were too much. And then there were times like this where you two were expected to be professional or apart. Case in point, when the Supreme's lackeys took her by the arms. 
But you had already been in motion to leave. However, the Supreme would not allow that just as her dogs didn't with your girl. "You're not going anywhere." She stepped after you. 
"Fiona, I wouldn't-" Myrtle tried to warm. 
Your eyes were fixed on where and how Myrtle was being restrained. You went back to the hospital, in your mind, watching the men handle a friend, a more than friend. You didn't even take notice of your skin being touched by a stranger. "Hey, let her go!" But you really didn't realize your magic was agitated and you let out a pulse against everyone. Even your Supreme went flying and the guards; everyone except Myrtle. You gasped in fear, moving to your mentor. Both your sets of hands reached for the other. You awed backwards, terrified of the consequences. 
Myrtle looked at her fallen brethren and used the reprieve. She moved your hair in a way to call you to her. "The Supreme believes I blinded her daughter."
Instead of wringing your hands, your fingertips fiddled with hers defensively. "You would never. You love Cordelia." Freeing her hands, Myrtle urgently held your face. "They are going to burn me, my love, and you cannot lose control like you just did. You cannot allow your gifts to land you in harm's way. Go to my daughter. Find solace in your shared love." 
You bit your lip and grimaced through your tears, trying to hold them back. "Our immense loss," you corrected. 
Myrtle's thumbs swiped the path your tears would take. "I will not resist the Law of our people. If the Supreme says I die, then I'll die." 
And there was nothing anyone could do about it. You didn't go to the comatose woman. You watched the execution from a distance. Any closer and the scene would've been within your control and the Supreme would have died. You knelt by her crispy corpse, unsure of what to do. Naturally, your face was lined with streaks of salt water. Your hands briefly hovered over the briquette, on a restrained impulse to touch her. Hours you sat there, crying aloud and silently, trying to gather the strength to bury her. Before you had that chance, the wildlife became aware of the event. Two wolves emerged from the woods and they slowly stalked towards the corpse. At some point, you moved, startling the beasts which had taken no note of you. They growled instinctively in surprise, but also defensively as you seemed to be guarding the food. Unexpectedly, you growled back. 
But that did not deter the canines. They were displeased, but merely slowed in their approach. You groaned lowly in your throat, threatening. But what ran off the beasts was the approach of another witch, a strong presence. 
It was a blonde woman about your age. Her hair was wild and curly and she wore flowy gypsy clothes. Barefoot, she accessorized with a shawl draping over her shoulders. She was very calm for a natural predator and her soulful blue eyes bored down into you as she passed your distraught form. She said nothing as she knelt in front of Myrtle's char. Taking what was once her face between, decorated, delicate hands, you feared she intended harm, but what else could she inflict than the damage done?
Myrtle's striking blue eyes shot open in alarm, scaring the tartar sauce out of you. But you could only imagine it from her perspective. You gasped and, though you ached to, did not move to touch her. Instead, you lowered yourself to lay parallel to her, making eye contact without any effort on her part. 
The blonde held your shoulder, somehow knowing your bond with the resurrected. "She can't stay out here," the young woman informed you. "I can help her, but we've got to go to my home." 
Sniffling, you looked up at the girl then back at the scarcely breathing woman. You finally surrendered with a sigh, hovering your hands over the charred woman. Keeping them in the air, you lowered yourself to face Myrtle again. "I'm going to move you. Try to relax; it's only me," you advised. You reassumed the proper position, raising your hands. The hunk of char that was your best friend and girlfriend rose into the air and you could feel the brief alarm, but Myrtle soon settled. You faced the blonde, your girl hovering by your shoulder. You choked back your emotions at the turn the situation took. 
This was made easier by the amusing shock on the girl's face. She stared at you as if you'd sprouted wings, then schooled her features to smile soothingly at you. "This way."  And she led you away from the pyre, into the woods. Almost all of your focus went into keeping Myrtle safe. The rest kept you on Misty's tail. She had held up much of the conversation introducing herself and expressing her awe at your abilities. It was at that moment you realized Misty Day was a witch of Salem decent, just like you were, and she had no prior knowledge about any of this, just as you had been before Myrtle saved you from that hospital. At least she was still free. 
You were quite useless at the healing aspect Misty seemed to channel so effortlessly. But covering your woman in dirt, you could do. Staying with the kind young witch, even easier. You slept on the floor beside Misty's bed, despite the invitation to join her, helped around her shack and garden. It was sweetly domestic, but you couldn't help but wish your eccentric ginger were in Mist's place. Then, you'd sleep on the mattress. 
Misty didn't fully understand your relationship with her patient, but she couldn't help but want it for herself. Like most days, you were awake before her, making Misty wonder how much you'd slept, and breakfast was made. Unlike usual, you were dressed and outside. A book sat in your lap and you seemed to be reading to Myrtle's mound. She tried not to feel jealous, but seeing you so effortlessly belong. You rallied to your tribe and the member you loved. 
Likewise, you had to continually fight the guilt eating you up for not finding yourself at her side at all times. You felt Myrtle should be in a bed with you fawning over her, bringing tea and soup and blankets. You wanted to see her, to hold yourself back from touching lest you hurt her worse. Instead, all you could do was sit beside a big pile of dirt and speak to it. In a bout of sentimentality, you had made a trip for her favourite book, the Scarlet Letter. She would never even notice your absence. 
As you read aloud, Misty came around. She watered her entire garden, making mud out of dirt. It seemed the sensation and Misty's magic earned more of a reaction than the book. Myrtle's still redened hand reached out of the soil, the first confirmation she was under there since you buried your own kind and not alone for once, before instructing Myrtle to return under the dirt. Myrtle truly wasn't healed yet, but the blonde couldn't help eyeballing you as she buried the hand once more. 
It was only after the necromancer went away that she emerged once more. This made you wonder how much she was aware of. Half of you worried Myrtle was getting antsy and impatient, ready to get up and finish healing naturally, but you couldn't help being enraptured by those fingers. Blackened and raw and finger-walking itself across the surface of her hill. It was the same way she walked them across your side when you laid beside her in bed. 
You instinctively but eagerly took her hand. You had to be gentle with the only recently undead woman. Still, you could not help inching closer to her covered form, resting your forehead on the back of her hand. Involuntary tears leaking onto the burnt skin and you gently kissed a fingertip. Getting even closer, you laid the book on the ground and continued to  read: "Thus the young and pure would be taught to look at her with the scarlet letter flaming on her breast - at her, the child of honorable parents - at her, who had once been innocent - as the figure, the body, the reality of sin." 
You and Myrtle stayed in the woods only a little longer, not that either of you really had a choice. Myrtle was staying and so were you. But as the ginger neared full strength or close enough to emerge from the ground, you somehow sensed it and began sleeping outside with her. Three nights you were under the stars, reading aloud to your... mentor. On the fourth, you fell asleep quite early, Misty following suit. The outdoors was its own white noise machine, the animals talking all night. You had never needed or wanted background noise so you were alert the second it got silent. You opened your eyes, your surroundings alight from the full moon. 
A sharp sound came from behind Myrtle's hill and instinct dictated that you roll towards her. Some sort of magic merged you into the hill, hidden alongside your girlfriend. Once you sensed the danger had passed, only in the immediate physical sense, you got up. The dirt disrupted and the bald-burned woman snapped her eyes open. "We need to move, now."
Taking your hand, Myrtle took you into the shack to Misty. Together, you two could handle anything, so you might as well save Myrt's savior along the way. 
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newwavesylviaplath · 19 days
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life is actually so unfair no one deserves that misty day pop more than i do...
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ahs apocalypse behind the scenes
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give-em-hell-kid · 2 years
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“Satan has one son… but my sisters are legion, motherfucker.”
*not my gif*
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sawyerconfort · 7 months
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Hi, I just discovered you and you're an excellent writer. I noticed Myrtle Snow is blank and she's my fixation with AHS Coven. Could I request her with the prompts 17 "why are we hiding?" & 22 "you're here with me"?
HAHAHAHAHA MYRTLE REQUESTS YAY!
Honestly, anon, thanks for the request and I'm so glad that you enjoyed my writing, I appreciate this so so so much, thank you!
Myrtle is one of my favorite characters as well, and I was so excited to write something about her.
Okay, so, this is actually a funny oneshot, so, hope you don't mind!
Enjoy!
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17. "why are we hiding?" 22. "you're here with me."
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Something was wrong and you knew it.
For this reason, you called on one of the most knowledgeable witches of the Robichaux Academy clan to help you unravel the mysteries behind the Supreme's plans, Fiona Goode.
But Myrtle was very confused by your behavior and, despite her innate cleverness, most of the time, she forgot about the pleasures of a teenager in listening to conversations behind the door.
"Why are we hiding, exactly?", she asked, her voice very low as you tried to spy on Fiona talking to Marie Laveau. You were strategically under her bed - your idea, of course - and you expected to hear everything on that one expedition.
"Isn't it obvious? I don't want that crazy woman to find me. She has a voodoo queen on her side, we can't just jump into the middle of the conversation like it's nothing!"
Myrtle rolled her eyes. "Why do I have the feeling this isn't going to work, (Y\N)?"
"Because you're paranoid and you've probably never done this in your life," you replied, trying to keep your voice to a whisper. "Come on, Myrtle, have some fun!"
"For your information, humble young lady, I'm having fun," she whispered. "But it's because I know Fiona and know that she has no limits that I'm sure we're either going to end up screwed, or we're going to end up screwed."
It was your turn to roll your eyes. You laughed and continued spying, poking your head slightly out of the sheet under the bed and turning to Myrtle afterward. "You're here with me, there's no way it can go wrong."
"I don't know if that was supposed to sound romantic or not, my dear, but it didn't work."
You scoffed. "Shut up, Myrtle! Do you want us to be found out? Also, if everything goes well, I promise I'll buy you an ice cream of your choice, okay?"
If there was one thing Myrtle didn't need to know, it was that you had a crush on her. First, it was an embarrassing thing, which you prayed that you would wake up the next morning regretting, precisely because you knew that many obvious factors prevented you from being together. And like, all your colleagues who knew you had a crush on the Council witch were on your case because of it, making fun of the situation. It was embarrassing enough that you wanted to find a spell that would turn you into an ostrich, only to stick your head in the ground and never come out again.
And of course, a less rational part of you insisted that the spying situation was just an omen for you and Myrtle to spend some time together without you needing to confess to her.
Regardless of what it was, it was embarrassing all the same.
"Are you paying attention, (Y\N)?", Myrtle brought you out of your reverie. "Fiona just said she feels ready to reveal her big plan to Miss Laveau."
You squinted your eyes and strained your ears to try to hear. And, as you expected, the revelation of Fiona's dirty plans was anything but peaceful: eliminating the clan one by one, to keep her in power. Eliminate the weakest ones, to bring her magic back. So that she could sell her soul and guarantee eternal life as Supreme.
"Oh no, but that's too much! That's enough!"
You realized too late that Myrtle had gone a little overboard and ruined your plans - your plans, to be more precise, because she only really helped with the execution.
"Myrtle, no!"
You didn't even have time to formulate a plan B. When you least expected it, Fiona's hands discovered you from under the bed and she had that horrible look on her face that reminded you of a very poisonous snake.
"Ah, but look what we have here…", she muttered, turning to Marie only to laugh in disdain. "… two curious rats sticking their noses where they weren't called!"
"Fiona, we…"
"No, no explanations, (Y\N), I've seen enough. Out, you two! Now!"
You came out from under the bed like lightning, pulling Myrtle's hand with you quickly, but just in time to see Fiona and her staring at each other as if they were going to hit each other at any moment. As soon as you passed, Fiona locked the bedroom door, using magic.
"I told you it wouldn't work!" Myrtle scolded, stamping her feet.
"Huh, and who said it didn't work? We discovered the witch's plan, now we just need to stop her."
"That was very immature of you, (Y\N). Definitely immature!"
You thought it was funny that she tried to seem really mad at you, even though you knew it was all just typical Myrtle Snow theater.
“Oh come on, don’t pretend like you didn’t love that!”, you laughed. "Come on, the plan worked, or at least half of it worked. But our ice cream is still standing, right?"
"As long as it's not an infamous attempt or a plan of yours to ask me out, (Y\N), yes, it's still standing."
You laughed again, biting your cheek to hide your smile. It definitely wasn't a plan to ask her out…
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The True Last Supper. AHS Coven
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marchtomydrums · 2 years
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The Witch Bitch From New York.
Cordelia Goode x Mina Venable x Reader
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At the age of 13, you knew that Mina was different than most. You always knew she needed the cane to walk but didn’t exactly know why until one night your mothers explained it to you.
Mina was worried that you would see her as a monster like most people do but you couldn’t. You could never look at her that way. She was your mother after all. Not many of the other girls at the academy knew about Mina’s condition and while some did they didn’t dare speak about it.
Walking into your next class you sit down waiting for Myrtle to begin. Zoe sits to your right while Madison is on your left. While you and Madison didn’t always get along she always had your back and vice versa. The three of you grew up together in the academy and your bond was strong.
Behind you was a group of newer witches. They were a couple of years older than you and arrived a couple of months ago. Maci was a redhead from North Carolina she was all bark but no bite. Emily was from Ohio and she had long brown hair and was dumber than rocks. They were Heather’s lapdogs as Madison called them. Heather was from New York City and she made sure everyone knew it. She had long blonde hair and sea blue eyes your typical mean girl. She was very popular at her old school and her parents had more money than god. Heather was just a bitch plain and simple. You tried to stay away from them as much as possible because your mother would never forgive you if you set one of them on fire.
As you waited for class to begin you could hear them gossiping behind you.
“Did y’all hear apparently our dear supreme is a dyke.” Maci says.
The other two girls gasp in fake surprise.
“Yeah, I heard her type in women was Halloween,” Maci adds with a chuckle.
You griped your notebook tight as you tried to ignore them.
Zoe is quick to grab your hand offering you a smile.
“They aren’t worth it.” She whispered.
“Ohh y/n..” Heather calls out. You turn in your seat facing her.
“Is it true Mina is a freak of nature?” She asked.
“Hey!” Madison yells turning in her seat.
“Back off bitch.” She yells in Heather’s direction.
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll beat your ass you trophy wife in training,” Madison smirks.
Heather chuckles as she returns her gaze to you.
“I heard Mina is like Frankenstein and she has a few pieces sewed together like an art project. Is that true?”
“Fuck you, Heather!” You yelled at the blonde.
“Awe poor y/n it’s got to suck being the daughter of Frankenstein and a dyke. Do you have to help her oil her parts or is that Cordelia’s job?” She asked with a chuckle.
The next thing you knew you were across the table knocking her to the ground as you land punch after punch to her face. The class gasped as they watched.
“Yess! Beat her ass!” Madison cheers.
“Girls! Girls!” Myrtle screams as she pulls you off of Heather.
“That’s enough! Both of you go to Cordelia’s office. Now!” She screams pointing down the hallway.
You growled as Heather walks by holding her bloody nose.
“Looks like daddy’s going to have to buy you a new nose.” Madison chuckled giving her a small pout.
“Madison!” Myrtle warns.
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You’ve been waiting outside Cordelia’s office for the last hour. She’s spoken to Heather, Myrtle, and all of the other girls in the class. Heather insisted on calling her parents so Cordelia had to speak with them as well. Finally, the door opens as she allows Heather to exit the office.
The girl smirks as she walks past you. You glared in her direction.
“Y/n!” Your mother calls out to you. You sighed making your way into the office seeing Mina sitting in the chair across from Cordelia’s desk.
Cordelia sits in her chair shaking her head as she looks at you.
“What do you have to say for yourself?”
“She deserved it.” You grumbled.
“Y/n,” Mina warns.
“Well, she did! She is a grade A bitch and she’s always saying nasty things about both of you! She and her lap dogs called you both dykes and called momma Frankenstein! I tried I really did but that was the last straw so yeah I beat her ass. If you want to punish me do it! I don’t care but if she does it again I will beat her ass again. Hell, she’s lucky all I did was hit her because I could have dropped a house on that bitch!” You yelled as you dramatically threw yourself down in the chair next to Mina.
Mina couldn’t help the chuckle that escapes while Cordelia ducks her head so you can’t see her smile.
“Nonetheless you can’t be violent towards the other girls.” Cordelia finally says once she’s collected herself.
“If it means protecting the two of you I will do whatever is necessary. Ask Madison and Zoe she had it coming.”
“That may be my love but the fact of the matter is you broke her nose and bruised both her eyes. I can’t allow that type of behavior even if you are my daughter. So because of that you and Heather will both be punished.”
“Fine.” You mumbled.
“Now as your supreme I am very disappointed but as your mother, I am extremely proud of you.” She says with a smile.
You looked up at her in shock.
“You are?”
She nods.
“Little one,” Mina calls out to you.
“Thank you for being so protective of me. I know it’s hard when the girls talk about things they don’t understand. And while I appreciate your protectiveness can we not go around punching people or dropping houses on them.” She adds with a smile.
You chuckled. “Yes ma’am. I’m sorry. She just made me so angry.”
“I understand. But you don’t always have to protect me little one. I can do it myself.”
“But you're my mom. I want to protect you…both of you. You two are the best mothers I could possibly ask for and it upsets me when others talk badly about you. And I know how you feel about your back and I don’t want anyone to make you feel less than what you are.”
Mina chuckles as tears roll down her cheeks. “Come here, baby.” She says softly as you sit in her lap.
“There will always be people who say mean things, especially about me. However, their opinions don’t matter. The only people I worry about are you and your mother. Okay? You don’t have to protect me all the time. While I am thankful you love me so fiercely I can’t allow you to put yourself in harm's way because of it. So no more. If something is said you come and talk to us. Do you understand me?”
“Yes ma’am.” You sighed. She smiles hugging you tightly.
“I love You.” She says as she kisses your forehead.
“I love you too Momma. And I’m sorry.” You whispered. She nods her head.
Cordelia clears her throat gaining your attention. You smiled as she sends you a wink. Getting up from Mina’s lap you walk around the desk to sit on Cordelia’s.
“My sweet, protective girl I love you so much. And believe me, I know how hard it is to listen to people talk about your Momma. But we must learn to compose ourselves. And because of that you and Heather both will have extra chores for a month and you’re to help Misty with the littles as well.”
“Yes ma’am.” You whispered.
She smiles kissing your cheek softly.
“I love you, sweet girl.”
“I love you too.”
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thegoblinking006 · 2 months
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Ima tell my kids this was the last supper.
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