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writethehousedown · 4 years

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And The Livin's Easy, Chapter Seven (Multi) - Zyan

a/n: I DID IT! kinda at the last moment, but here she is. we’ve reached yet another end. thanks for reading fellas! sideblog for crying about the ending with me is @chachkisalpaca - a million thanks to frey for beta-ing this.

Summer of 2021, a year later.

Vanessa launches herself into Crystal’s arms when she sees her step foot onto the beach.

“You came!” She screeches so loud it hurts her ears. But she doesn’t complain, she’s missed Vanessa a whole lot. Crystal just hugs her tighter, lifting her up.

“Of course I came! I missed you, bitch,” she exclaims, settling her on the ground again. Vanessa takes her hand and guides her where she and Kameron are settled. “I gotta say though, if you made me stop on my way back home after losing to Shea Couleé in Hawaii, just to see you lose tomorrow, I’m done being friends with you,” Crystal deadpans, and Vanessa briefly lets go of her hand to playfully smack her.

Hawaii hadn’t been half as bad this year compared to the last one, considering she ended up in the fifth place, so the second place was an upgrade, and she did spend a great time while she was there — though Vanessa didn’t join her, preferring instead to stay in California in order to practice for an upcoming competition she was sure she would excel in thanks to most surfers being in Hawaii, but she still had April and Jaida to hang out with.

Things with Jaida were cooler now; they had managed to become actual friends and whatever awkwardness from the past was resolved. She still was her usual self, though this time around she seemed goofier and way more laid back. Crystal wonders if it has to do with that contact in her phone —“Babe” with three purple hearts— and the fact she’s also making a stop in California before returning to Milwaukee.

“Shush, you know I’ll win,” Vanessa says with a cocky grin, and her confidence makes her think that she’ll indeed destroy the competition.

They make small talk as they navigate their way back to Vanessa and Kameron’s blanket; Crystal asks how life is going since they moved in together on their one year anniversary, and Vanessa looks oh so radiant as she tells her how every morning and night is better than the last one, and that family reunions with Brooke aren’t as awkward as they could be thanks to them getting their shit together and talking things out.

Crystal asks if Plastique and Brooke are still a thing, and Vanessa shrugs, says she hasn’t talked with Brooke since the summer’s started, but last thing she knew was that they were visiting Plastique’s family in Vietnam over the summer and that the tickets were already paid for. Or that’s what Yvie told her, anyway, when she made a quick stop in California before heading to Hawaii to see her girlfriend.

Kameron is as strong as ever and almost crushes Crystal in a hug that leaves her breathless.

“Always a pleasure to see you, Kam,” she says, and Kameron laughs wholeheartedly upon seeing her expression.

“How are you, Crys? Where’s your surfboard? I thought I could get some cool photos of you and ‘Ness,” Kameron inquires, reaching for her professional camera carefully tucked in her backpack.

“Ah, I left it at my hotel room. I was having lunch when Vanj told me y’all were here already, and the restaurant was a few streets down, so.” She shrugs, taking the hair tie on her wristband to try and collect her short hair in a low ponytail.

“Aw, d’you have money to rent one? I wanted to beat you like Shea Couleé beat you in Hawaii, so I can have a taste of how it’ll feel to win tomorrow,” Vanessa teases her, placing her head on Kameron’s shoulder. Crystal rolls her eyes, both due to Vanessa’s cockiness and how disgustingly cute they are.

“You talk a big game, but I’m sure that I can beat you harder than Shea Coulee beat me!” Crystal retorts, earning a loud laugh from Kameron and Vanessa. She laughs too, and proceeds to tell Vanessa she has enough to rent a surfboard for maybe an hour. Vanessa claps excitedly, grabbing her hand and guiding her to the rental shack, before giving Kameron a quick kiss, promising to be back in a second.

Crystal rolls her eyes again. She can’t stand affection right now, not when she told her latest girl she was leaving yesterday and she stood her up at the airport, not even bothering to send her a goodbye text.

It’s disappointing, because she thought maybe this girl was like Gigi and she cared the tiniest bit about her.

But Gigi is unique. There probably won’t be anyone like her ever again, and Crystal is at peace with that for some odd reason.

They tried to stay in contact once they left Honolulu, but life is hectic, and it was becoming quite hard to juggle college, her job, and texting a girl half a country away on the regular. The last time they talked was on Crystal’s birthday, a simple “Happy birthday, babe!” with a heart and a globe emoji attached to it. Crystal liked the message and replied with a polite ‘thank you’, and that was it.

She tries to remember where in California Gigi said she was from. Maybe, if there’s the tiniest bit of coincidence that she lives near, they can have a movie-like reunion and revive those three weeks together, but she doesn’t get her hopes up.

Maybe Gigi doesn’t hate beaches that much after all.

Well, she can’t say that right now, not when she’s the only one without a girlfriend to spend summer with — Brita is going out with a girl from her class, after she spent all year long complaining about her and her shit attitude, Jan has a long distance girlfriend whom she talks with every day and swears is coming to see her before summer ends, and Jackie and Nicky are so sweet together it’s disgusting.

She feels left out, somehow. Probably because all they talk about in recent times is their partners and love lives, and Gigi hasn’t had a proper date since April, when they set her up with a senior called Pearl and their date went awful. She’s pretty sure Pearl is now dating someone else, though.

“Geeg, do you wanna come with me to get a smoothie?” Brita asks, sounding only a little bit impatient. Gigi cocks a sly brow when she notices it’s the second time in the hour she’s going for a smoothie.

“Brita, for the last time, Aiden is working and you shouldn’t be spending all your money on smoothies. The chemical bathrooms are a mess,” Jackie scolds her, briefly stopping running her fingers through Nicky’s hair, who’s lying across Jackie’s lap.

Brita folds her arms, saying, that ‘for the last time, it has nothing to do with the fact Aiden works there’, when suddenly Jan shoots up and runs off, leaving all the girls surprised.

They call for her and try to follow her as well as they can, when they spot her running into a woman’s arms, and the woman lifts her from the ground, spinning her around. They kiss while Jan is in the air, and Gigi can’t help but to roll her eyes.

Great, another pair of lovebirds she has to put up with.

Jan meets them back at their spot after kissing her girlfriend for what felt like a lifetime and introduces her as Jaida. Gigi vaguely remembers her from somewhere else.

“We met last year in Hawaii, and went out while Jay was there! We’ve been texting a lot since then, and remember that I went to Milwaukee for winter break?” Jan explains excitedly, snuggling closer to Jaida with each word she speaks. Gigi tries not to roll her eyes when Jan tells them, for maybe the hundredth time, how Jaida asked her to be her girlfriend when she visited her over winter break. Jan kisses Jaida’s cheek once she’s done talking, and Jaida just smiles brightly.

“I couldn’t pass the opportunity! You had me hooked since the moment I met you, and since this was my senior year, y’know, I thought we could make it work once I graduated,” Jaida says, bringing Jan closer by her waist and kissing her forehead.

“What were you studying?” Nicky inquires.

“I’m a communications major, and as of now I’m trying to get a job around here, so I can finally move out of my little town. And, ‘sides Jan, the beach here is always a plus. It’s a surfer’s dream,” Jaida explains, chuckling softly, and soon she’s bombarded with questions about her sport.

The fact she’s a surfer makes Gigi think of Crystal. She could’ve also had a surfer girlfriend if she tried hard enough to make it work, but she guessed that just wasn’t meant to be like Jaida and Jan.

She thinks of asking Jaida about Crystal, but decides against it. She still has Crystal’s Instagram and follows her page religiously. All she has to do is send her a text, but she doesn’t have the courage to do so after so much time having passed.

“Hey, girls? I’m gonna get ice cream, I’ll be back in a moment,” Gigi announces, grabbing her phone and shoving a couple of dollars into her phone case. She’s running away from the lovey-dovey couples more than anything, though she could also use some ice cream to help her cope.

She walks aimlessly around the beach, trying to remember where she saw the ice cream stand, avoiding children that are running around with water guns in their hands and screeching like banshees. Some beach balls are thrown her way, and she kicks them back with ease, dismissing the people that scream ‘I’m sorry’ towards her.

Gigi has learned to appreciate the unique chaos of the beach, even if she still gets annoyed at little things like the long queues to buy ice cream, and the disgusting chemical bathrooms. In the end, these are little details in the grand scheme of things.

Crystal taught her that.

It’s stupid how often she thinks about Crystal. When she starts forgetting the sound of her voice, she replays the audio messages she sent her. And sometimes, if she concentrates hard enough, she can feel the ghost of a kiss burning on her neck.

Perhaps she should download Tinder again and get a grip.

Gigi finally finds the ice cream stand she was looking for and buys the biggest cone there is, with scoops of vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate. She likes to keep it classy.

She’s slowly making her way back as she licks the Ice cream, wondering if her friends would believe her if she said she has a headache and is going home. Gigi really has no will whatsoever to sit through an entire evening of her friends rubbing their relationships in her face, while she’s painfully—

“Gigi?”

Gigi freezes mid-movement, looking for that voice she’s heard one too many times through audio messages. She finds the owner of said voice standing a few feet away, with her hair, that was once long and ebony, cut above her shoulders, dyed in a deep green that looks almost black, wearing a stupid yellow Hawaiian shirt over a red bikini, holding a surfboard under her arm.

She blinks repeatedly before realizing it’s not her mind playing a trick on her. It really is Crystal who’s approaching her.

“Crystal,” she manages to say, staring at her. Crystal’s smile is still the same, and her plump lips are as kissable as ever. She has a new piercing in her belly button; Gigi thinks it suits her. “It’s— I didn’t— You’re in California,” Gigi blurts out, and Crystal smirks.

“I am, yeah. I arrived this morning,” she says, a blush creeping onto her cheeks, but Gigi decides to think it’s a sunburn. “I was gonna, uh, I was gonna practice with Vanessa for a bit. She’s got a competition tomorrow, here,” Crystal comments awkwardly, making Gigi wonder where has the cheeky Crystal she knew gone.

“Are you participating too?” She asks, licking her melting ice cream.

Crystal shakes her head no, much to Gigi’s surprise.

“Oh, no, I’m sitting this one out. I didn’t have the time to sign up for this one; I was in Honolulu for another competition, like every year. I came in second. I did get a consolation prize and some money, though,” Crystal explains, going from excited to disappointed, and excited again in the span of a few seconds. Gigi giggles; she’s missed Crystal’s enthusiasm.

“How long are you staying?” Gigi asks, with a tinge of hopefulness in her tone. Crystal smiles softly, tapping on the surfboard.

“Like, three days,” she replies, biting her lower lip. Gigi’s heart sinks for a moment, but she continues. “You think that’s enough time to catch up before I’m back to Missouri?” Crystal asks, sounding way too sheepish.

A smile spreads on Gigi’s face, immediately thinking of all the things they can do together while she’s in the city, and a squeal of happiness escapes her mouth before she realizes.

��Oh my God, yes! I mean, it’s not as much time as I would want, but we could make it work,” Gigi assures her, and Crystal nods, giving her a toothy smile.

“We can make it work,” she repeats. Gigi nods dumbly, licking her ice cream again when she feels her hand get sticky with the melted cream. Crystal stifles a laugh. “I have to catch up with Vanjie, but, uh, do you wanna go for a swim together when I’m done?” Crystal asks, as if she didn’t know Gigi would say yes.

Gigi nods, and Crystal is already turning around to go to her friend, when Gigi tugs on her arm. She turns around, careful as not to smack any kid with her surfboard, and before she can say anything, Gigi steals a kiss from her.

“I’ve missed you,” she breathes out against her lips, and she can feel Crystal smiling before kissing her back.

“Summer’s way funnier with you,” she mumbles in response, forgetting about Vanessa, who’s waiting for her. The only thing she can think of right now is Gigi and how much she’s missed her lips.

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phrynewrites · 4 years

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fic title: red side of the moon

Literally gonna shock y’all one more time but...it’s another branjie au within a group fic.

Everyone’s back for a five year high school reunion and the principal and class president are droning on and on about nothing and sitting in the gym listening to them is too boring for words. So the whole group decides to steal a couple boxes of wine from behind the bar and ditch the reunion. They pile in Brooke’s car and drive off to the woods where everyone would come to drink and smoke after homecoming. Seeing Brooke again, Vanjie’s feeling sentimental for what could have been if they hadn’t broken up before college, if they’d tried for long-distance, if they just tried with one another. And Brooke, hearing about what Vanjie’s been up to in these past five years, all her wild nights and her new job, seeing how she seems to have settled into herself, is remiss that she wasn’t there all that time, that she has to hear all about Vanjie after the fact. It’s getting darker, the conversations are getting more plush, the cicadas are buzzing again, and while everyone else is huddled up with their blankets (and in Scarlet’s case, the coat she stole from her fiancee, Yvie), Brooke and Vanjie sneak off once more, returning to their spot, rekindling their romance under the canopy of oak trees, kissing beneath crisp October’s blood moon.

Send me a made up fic title and I’ll tell you what I’d write

#for anon #rpdr fanfiction #branjie #and also a little mention of scyvie because you know who i am by now #scyvie #season 11 group fic #beneath crisp october's blood moon #bcobm au #Literally never gonna write this but it is here if i ever just lose it decide i gotta write it #asks answered #ask phryne

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milkpositive · 4 years

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Scarlet & Yvie planning their blue jeans duet💎

#yvie #scarlet #scarlet envy #yvie oddly #i miss them #and i hope they so that photoshoot yvie mention last year too #scyvie

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scarletenvy · 5 years

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Looool can we talk about yuhuas most recent YT vid where scarlet said she’d want to do naked and afraid with yvie 😭😭😭

literally bringing yvie up was so unnecessary and unrelated lmao i love scarlet so much

#scyvie #im laughing at our timing nony i just made a text post abt this jfkdlfkfjfkflfjfjf #she literally didnt mention anyone else i watched the whole thing #like okay scarlet i see your talent is bringing yvie up in the most random ways and times #asks #anon

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chaotic-chachki · 5 years

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The number of times Scarlet can weave Yvie into her livestream is... astounding

#like bby girl you ain’t even trying to be subtle #scyvie #were ya’ll at her last live?#she mentioned yvie three times guys. and yves wasnt even there sksksk #and once more to answer a ws about touring #she made fun of yvie’s photo thing too hahaha this bitch #mine

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zwritestuff · 4 years

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only angel!!! omg i love that fic bcs scyvie 🥺

Ah the forgotten child! I miss this fic every now and then. The new chapter is being hard to write ngl, but it's mostly more character introduction, Nina and Shugs being tired mom friends, and scyvie getting a cute lil moment at the very end - that I have yet to write, but I did plan it out like months ago. You too get a little snippet, because maybe sharing this will make me want to actually write this:

“But- Crys! If it’s about the money, you know I’ll pay you fairly,” Jackie tries to debate, but Crystal puts her foot down and shakes her head no.

“It’s exactly about money, Jackie; though not yours,” she begins, “We’re talking about my boss, I can’t go around talking about her to, well, journalists. I could be fired if she finds out I’ve been doing interviews about her.” Crystal shrugs, visibly apologetic. It hadn’t crossed Jackie’s minds that Crystal’s job could be on the line. More often than not, she’d meet up with interns that were rather eager to talk shit about their bosses and getting paid for it. But they were underpaid interns, and Crystal is not. Crystal has a good as fuck salary and all she could imagine; no wonder she doesn’t want to take a stupid risk for some extra money on the side.

Jackie sighs, disappointed but not that much. She can’t be mad at Crystal for this, especially considering this is the first time she’s denied her something.

“Vogue has an interview set with Yvie today about her latest collection—granted, there aren’t second intentions, because Yvie made it clear she’ll leave if the questions get too personal,” Crystal comments, causing Jackie to quirk a brow. Of course Vogue got an interview with her, those bastards. “There’s going to be a photo-shoot along with that. They booked some models to wear her designs; I’m pretty sure I heard the names of some Angels mentioned, along with some others. Want me to get dirt on them instead?” She offers, but Jackie can’t tell if she’s joking or she’s serious. She nods either way.

“If Missy Fame is among those, absolutely. One of the hot topics right now is if she’s going to continue as a Victoria’s Secret Angel, or she’s retiring for real.”

#asks #anon

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imalwaysaslutfordrag · 5 years

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If your up for the challenge you should try to combine all the prompts that end in 4 for scyvie :)

Challenge accepted! Thank you for this! It was really fun trying to work all these together!

“I should have told you a long time ago.” and “You’re never going to let that go, are you?” and “You’re trembling.” and “I might never get another chance to say this.” and “I still remember the way you taste.”

It was probably the worst timing in the history of bad timing.

But if Scarlet thought about it, they never really were good at timing.

They were backstage at the finale. Yvie was just about to go out for her first lipsych against A’keria. Scarlet could feel the nerves radiating off her in waves. They beckoned her closer. A siren song, almost.

She came up behind Yvie, who was fiddling nervously with the edges of her costume. The younger queen looked up in surprise at the sight of her.

“Hey there.”

“Hey.”

“How’re you feeling?”

Yvie sighed. “Nervous. Grateful. Excited. Scared. And nervous. Did I mention nervous?” Yvie gave a nervous laugh, though maybe less about the performance and more about the appearance of Scarlet.

“I could tell. You’re trembling.”

Yvie was.

She hadn’t noticed it. She was shaking from head to toe, jerking subtly every other second. It must have hit her suddenly where they were, what was happening, because her face went pale and she suddenly felt very unbalanced. Scarlet grabbed her shoulders and lead her to the nearest chair.

“Hey. It’s ok. Look at me.” Yvie did.

Scarlet’s eyes were swimming with a cocktail of emotions. Pride and concern being the most evident, but there was something else...something more human. It was a look Yvie recognized from their short lived romance.

Not that you could really call it that. There was no romance, not really. They hung out as friends. They fucked as friends. They were friends...who fucked.

But they also talked. Talked about a lot of things. Their pasts, and their dreams, and their likes and dislikes. They also went to lunches and dinners and movies. Scarlet would rest her head on Yvie’s shoulder and pretend to not notice their hands interlocking.

You’re never gonna let that go, are you? Yvie’s brain asked her. She told it to shut up.

“Do you need something? Water? Food? Talk to me Yves.” For someone the public viewed as a narcissistic bitch, Scarlet was perhaps the sweetest and most caring person in Yvie’s life. Not that she had a lot of people in her life...but...it was nice. The way Scarlet cared for her.

“I’m fine. Really. Just needed to sit down.” She brushed Scarlet’s hands away like they burned. And they did. Not her skin, but her heart.

Scarlet looked at her. Hard. The tension grew thicker with every passing second. Scarlet felt like she couldn’t breathe with the words she wanted to say. They finally spilled out into the silence. “I still remember the way you taste.” She spoke softly, so the other queens couldn’t hear.

“Scarlet-”

“No. Wait. Let me finish. I may never get another chance to say this.” She breathed in and out, not really sure what she was about to say, letting her control slip and allowing her mouth to do as it would. “I miss you. I miss us. I know we never talked about it. We should have. I think...I think we should have. I want to talk about it. About us.” She stopped herself, trying to come up with the right words. “We got somethin, you and I. I think...I think we could make it work.”

Yvie looked at her. Unblinking. “What are you saying? And be very clear, because I’m an idiot.” Yvie gave her a tentative smile.

Scarlet returned her tentativeness. "I should have told you a long time ago...I like you, Yves. I like you a lot. I thought it was just physical, but after...after we...were apart I realized it was you. It wasn’t about the sex, I mean, the sex was great, but what made it great was that you were there.”

Yvie Oddly and A’keria Channel Davenport to the stage.

It was bad timing.

Yvie looked at Scarlet, wearing her heart on her sleeve, just asking to talk, wanting to make it work. It was everything Yvie had ever wanted and more. “We should definitely talk, but-”

“-You gotta go now. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have dumped all that on you I-”

“Hey.” Yvie placed a hand to Scarlet’s cheek, careful not to smudge her makeup. “We have time.”

Scarlet smiled, a genuine one that made her eyes crinkle at the edges and Yvie’s heart crinkle in her chest. “We have time.” Scarlet repeated.

Yvie gave Scarlet a quick peck on the cheek that the older queen felt long after the warmth of the other queen had left her.

#scyvie #fluff #angst #kinda #mac wrote a thing #my writing #prompts #thanks for the prompt #drabble #i might continue this...

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emowithoddsocks · 5 years

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Punks Not Dead - Chapter Three- Scyvie

A/N: Back again with this.

Lyrics used are from

Rebel Girl- Bikini Kill Warning: brief mention of past addiction

“I’m sorry i didn’t text you.” Yvie awkwardly perched on the edge of her bed. “I wanted too but I couldn’t find the right words.”

Scarlet slowly walked towards her and held out her hand towards the other girl. “Hi and thank you for not dropping me into a sea of people.”

Now smiling Yvie took Scarlet’s hand and lightly shook it, trying hard not to notice how well they fit together.The brunette sat down a comfortable distance away from Yvie but kept their hands connected.

She looked around the taller girls room, posters and photos plastered the walls, many featuring a blue haired girl with her arm around Yvie putting up one finger to the camera.

One photo in particular caught her eye as it looked extremely out of place. In the center stood a much younger Yvie wearing a pink frilly dress and pigtails, behind her stood her parents, neither smiled.

Rebel girl, rebel girl

Rebel girl you are the queen of my world

Rebel girl, rebel girl

I think I wanna take you home

I wanna try on your clothes, uh

When she talks, I hear the revolution

In her hips, there’s revolution

When she walks, the revolution’s coming

In her kiss, I taste the revolution

The songs lyrics broke the silence that had formed between the two and Yvie soon found herself scooting slightly closer towards Scarlet.

“So.” Yvie hesitated slightly. “Do you wanna go eat?”

“Sure.”

In the kitchen Sharon, Alaska and Aquaria all sat around the table talking quiet as the other two joined them.

“Ok now your back I can finally tell everyone.” Aquaria expressed. Confused faces filled the room.

“I’m pregnant.” Yvie swore she could see Sharon’s last brain cell die as she tried to process the news. Alaska on the other hand looked ecstatic and began to list off a endless list of questions.

Looking over to Scarlet she saw that the smaller girl was also in a state on uncertainty about the situation so she gently squeezed her hand in a attempt of comfort.

“Aquaria Amanda Needles please tell me that you are joking.” Sharon finally spoke, her voice getting increasingly louder. “Your still basically a kid yourself! And last time I checked you had a girlfriend, how does that even-uuh.”

“You had me when you were younger than I am!” Aquaria shot back in defense.

Sharon’s face started to become red with anger.

“That was a different situation. I was a recovering addict living on Raja’s couch, I was stupid.” Alaska took her wife’s hand and gave a sympathetic look to Scarlet and Yvie.

Sharon hated when her past was brought up and claimed the only good thing that ever came from it was when her tiny, screaming daughter came into the world.

Yvie leant over to Scarlet and whispered something about getting put of their way. The two quickly ran back into Yvie’s room where the orange haired girl grabbed her jacket and keys to her bike.

Scarlet just stood their not really knowing what to do before flinching slightly when Yvie threw her a red leather jacket.

“It might be a bit big but you’ll need it.” Yvie commented while fixed her hair in the mirror.

Slipping on the jacket and zipping it up Scarlet too briefly admired herself in the mirror. The jacket didn’t completely drown her but the sleeves still came a little past her hands.

Yvie fought back the urge to comment about how cute she thought the other girl looked messing with the zips on the jackets pockets.

“Follow me.” Said Yvie walking back out into the hall.

- Scarlet shivered slightly as she waited for Yvie to come out of the garage. The rumble of an engine announced the appearance of Yvie on her bike.

“Here.” Scarlet took the helmet from the taller girl and after a small struggle finally managed to put it on.

“I’ve never been on one before.” The shorter girl confessed as she sat behind Yvie who simply grabbed her arms and placed them around her waist.

“Just hold on tight.” She laughed as the pair rode on into the night.

#scyvie #scarlet envy #yvie oddly #yvie x scarlet #punk au #punks not dead #song fic

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aqmollyroll · 5 years

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fic list & tags

hi, i’m dumb and can’t get the tags to show without breaking the theme

for the full list of tags please click the ao3 links

individual fics are indented, series are sunflowered (unless the fic doesn’t belong in a series)

2019 - 2020 - shalaska - craquaria - aesthetics - multichapter - one-shot - my aq tag - aq asks for me

🌻 Rent-a-Friend (shalaska, mentioned scyvie, lesbian au, rating: T, wip)

Pregnancy brought out many emotions in Sharon, the main was loneliness.

aesthetic - ao3 - 1 - 2 -

9818 words

🌻 Snatched Diamonds - ao3

Call you by my name (craquaria, shalaska, lesbian au, rating: M, wip)

Brianna thanked her lucky stars when she found an ID card whose original owner bore an uncanny resemblance to herself.

Little did she know, she would soon find herself in more trouble than it was worth.

aesthetic - ao3 - 1 - 2 -

3293 words

🌻 Mercury Retrograde - ao3

The ritual (shalaska, lesbian au, rating: E, one-shot)

Alaska swore to herself she would never return. She wasn’t good at keeping promises.

aesthetic - ao3 - x

8183 words

At the Gates of Hell (shalaska, lesbian au, rating: T, one-shot)

Sharon promised herself she would never forgive. But now she wasn't so sure.

aesthetic - ao3 - x

3803 words

🌻 Stuck (craquaria, mentioned shalaska, lesbian au, rating: G, one-shot)

It wasn’t exactly love at first sight. It took a faulty elevator and a lengthy chat to realize how good they could be together.

aesthetic - ao3 - x

2303 words

🌻 1 Night in Alaska (shalaska, cis boys au, rating: E, one-shot)

Aaron was no saint. He had been around the block a few times and done pretty much every hard substance known to man during his teen years. Lately though, he had cleaned up his act. Partly thanks to the woman he would call his wife starting tomorrow. He thought he loved her, but old habits are hard to break.

aesthetic - ao3 - x

7521 words

🌻 Thirst (shalaska, cis boys au, rating: E, one-shot)

Coming to this abandoned shack alone had been a mistake. He was intruding in its territory. If he had asked first, or told anyone where he was going, maybe he wouldn't be in this predicament. Entirely too close to a dangerous creature he now found irresistible.

aesthetic - ao3 - x

1438 words

🌻 Lockdown (shalaska, mentioned katlaska, cis boys au, rating: E, one-shot)

Being locked up sucked, even more so when they had gone through their entire supply of alcohol and weed. Aaron raked his nails over Justin’s bare leg and watched as his warm skin immediately broke out into goosebumps. He and Brian were friends, friends' boyfriends were usually off limits. But maybe Brian wouldn’t mind...

aesthetic - ao3 - x

1969 words

🌻 The sea in your eyes (shalaska + others, lesbian au, rating: E, multichapter, collab with @aqcitrus)

Pirates, lesbians, trans women, and adventures. What more do you want?

aesthetic - ao3 - 1 -

3064 words

🌻 To do list 🌻

Rent-a-friend 3-5ish

Call you by my name 3-??

Prequel to The ritual

an unrelated boy shalaska plot bunny i might write someday

#masterpost

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writethehousedown · 4 years

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When the Sun Sets on Us: Chapter 3 (Scyvie) — Phryne

A/N: Hey y'all! I’m back with the third chapter of When the Sun Sets on Us, a beach town romance between hopeless romantic Scarlet and cynical about romance Yvie.

Last Chapter: Scarlet dumped five drinks and a plate of nachos on Yvie, so Yvie naturally agreed to a date with her.

This chapter: A classic boardwalk date.

Enjoy!

Scarlet was perched on the railing outside the restaurant, her hands gripping the bar as her feet swung, back and forth, back and forth, like a metronome. When Yvie saw her, all clad in her denim skirt and milky white crop top, staring off at the ocean in the distance as though she were transfixed, she felt her beating heart increase its tempo, as though it were intent on keeping time with Scarlet.

“Yvie!” Scarlet called out, hopping off the railing, running toward her. It was as though she had snapped out of her spell, like she sensed Yvie’s presence a few feet away. She pulled Yvie into a hug, her hands flush against Yvie’s back, before pulling away, leaving behind some kind of sun-kissed, champagne-tinged scent wafting in the air, something Yvie couldn’t quite place but found herself intoxicated by, nonetheless.

No, Yvie was not going to allow herself to be consumed by the all-consuming Scarlet. She had decided on this previously, more specifically, the moment Scarlet had suggested the date and Yvie agreed. She had also reinforced the notion that she was under no circumstances going to develop deep feelings for Scarlet every moment after — while walking back to the motel, while showering, while pouring over outfits to wear on the date, while begging her brain to please, for the love of god, let her think about anything besides being close enough to Scarlet to count each little sun-spot that graced her face and arms and hands and chest.

“Yvie?” Scarlet looked perplexed, dropping her arms back to her sides.

“Oh, yes, hi.” Yvie blinked, focusing her vision back on the Scarlet right in front of her, shooing away her intrusive thoughts.

“I asked how you are, silly.” Scarlet poked Yvie’s arm, the spot feeling as though it were consistently touched, consistently warm, even when Scarlet pulled away.

“Sorry, yeah.” Yvie shook it off. “I’m good, how are you?”

It was simply a date. And a date did not require real, deep feelings, Yvie reminded herself. She could simply have fun with Scarlet, enjoy their time together, and then part ways afterward. She didn’t have to get too deep, become lost in her silken little drawl as she described sneaking out of work early to take a shower because she smelled like french fries, how she saw a stray cat wandering out from under her porch when she came home. She didn’t have to indulge her impulse to tell Scarlet about the alley cats behind her apartment, paint her a verbal picture of her home, each brush stroke within it. Hell, they didn’t even have to hold hands. In fact, Yvie decided that they would not do romantic, deep-feelings-date things, like hold hands, for example.

Scarlet took Yvie’s hand, their palms clasped and their thumbs crossed.

Shit.

“Okay, so I’m gonna give you, like, the classic boardwalk experience,” Scarlet said, tugging Yvie to start walking with her. “Come on.”

Scarlet led Yvie away, the two walking steadily, leisurely, as Scarlet unclasped their hands, only to weave their fingers back together, the two interlocked, fingers laced tight. She looked up at Yvie.

Oh god. Not a minute into the date and they’re already walking hand in hand. She’s already fixated on the gentle swing of their connected arms between them. Her skin already prickles as Scarlet’s shoulder brushes against her arm, and she’s so keenly aware of the shorter woman next to her, connected to her, the physicality of moving and walking together, that she barely knows how her legs are still moving while her brain is this overwhelmed.

The Scarlet pulled away. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

It felt like a cold burn, though Yvie had to be sure she brought it on herself, knowing the panic that must have covered her face, knowing just how visible she was with her feelings no matter how hard she tried to mask them.

Yvie gulped, struck with the inexplicable feeling that she was in trouble with herself. “No, it’s okay.” Yvie let out a long-held breath before taking Scarlet’s hand, their fingers interwoven again, Yvie feeling herself return to what now felt less like panic and more like a natural, sustainable state.

It wouldn’t be too bad to hold hands, Yvie supposed, her thumb wiggling out to rest on top of Scarlet’s. It was nothing more than holding hands.

The sun was dimming, dusting the sky and the sea in a battered grey, the neon lights for psychics, name on rice, and hermit crabs intermittently flicking on for the night.

“So,” Yvie began, feeling Scarlet look up to watch her speak, a thrilling intimacy. “What’s it like to live here? You know, like you live where people vacation. That’s wild.”

“I guess,” Scarlet said with a shrug. “I’m just from here, so I barely even notice it.”

Yvie’s fingers gripped Scarlet’s knuckles. They passed a stand selling fried desserts, just turning on their lights. “It’s just like whenever I visit somewhere, I always wonder about the people who live there for real, you know? It’s like I’m just passing by and you’re here all the time.” Yvie flattened her lip. “I guess it would be fun? I don’t know it’s like I’m just passing in a place you’ve had your whole life.”

Scarlet turned away, the tension between their arms growing as Yvie felt further apart. Then Scarlet laughed.

“Wow, heavy first date topics.” She continued staring off, right over the edge of the pier. “Like thoughts about living in a temporary place for most people you meet, bonus points for discussing the idea of emotional permanency. Go,” Scarlet imitated, looking back up at Yvie and cracking a smile.

“Oh my god,” Yvie groaned. “Do I really sound that pretentious?”

“Don’t worry about it. It’s cute,” Scarlet reassured.

“So, you’re saying I do.” Yvie looked back down at her, only finding herself struck by the teasing smile of the girl who just called her cute. She held the word in her lungs like air.

Yvie tugged at her hand, needlessly pulling Scarlet closer, their elbows knocking together. They walked in silence for a moment.

“Yeah, it’s only a little fun to live here,” Scarlet started, staring down at the boards. “Like everything’s only open for a few months a year. And then it’s dead. Honestly, this is the first time I’ve been, like, on the boardwalk outside of work in at least two summers.” Scarlet stole a glance up at Yvie, the corner of her lip curling, letting Yvie know she caught her staring. “I almost forgot it was fun.”

Scarlet let out a slow, deflating laugh, her face falling on the exhale. “But yeah, it’s weird to live here. It’s like everyone else is coming and going as they please and you can’t, like you’re stuck here. It’s not a bad place to be stuck in, don’t get me wrong.” A sigh. “It’s just I think I’d rather be stuck somewhere else, somewhere bigger and brighter. I’d love to be in a city, under a billion lights, you know?” Scarlet looked up again.

Yvie nodded. “That makes sense. Just being permanent in a way you don’t want to be.”

That was, of course, the shorthand understanding of the deepest, most desperate desire to get away and find yourself in a place you’d never like to leave, which Yvie felt creeping up on her with every step they took together. It was a feeling, much like the feeling of Scarlet’s touch, or the smell of Scarlet’s perfume, that had wrapped itself around Yvie. The feeling of being with someone who’s whole life was here, folded in these sands, fitted between the splintering boards. The feeling that Scarlet everywhere around her. It struck like a dizzying, brilliant light, and it remained.

***

“Oh my god, I didn’t know they still had that,” Scarlet called out, pulling Yvie toward a midway game with a childlike sense of wonder. It was the one where you had to throw ping pong balls into goldfish bowls filled with colored water.

“I used to be so, so good at this as a kid,” Scarlet elaborated. “I can’t believe they still have it. I was, like, too good at this game. I had them all lined up in their bowls on the kitchen counter.”

“Do you still have them?” Yvie had finally caught up with her, now standing next to Scarlet at the game. “Or are they all dead?” Yvie immediately kicked herself for mentioning a slew of dead fish.

She didn’t want a relationship, no. But she also didn’t want to become some brunch story Scarlet would later tell about the girl she went on a date with who didn’t want to hold her hand and also talked about her dead fish.

Scarlet laughed, digging in her purse, producing three folded ones. “Super dead. We made them, like a mass fish grave. My moms said they’d fertilize the geraniums.” She handed the money to the Carny before turning back to Yvie. “I think the little headstone I made is still in our garden. Also, I think the fish haunt me.”

Yvie felt her smile crinkling her eyes. She shook her head. “No way. You couldn’t have been good enough for a mass grave.”

“Uh huh,” Scarlet whined, releasing Yvie’s hand to take the ping pong balls. “I’ll prove it.”

“Sure, babe.” Yvie snaked her hand around Scarlet, resting it on her bare waist, needing to feel the warmth of her skin once more.

Yvie let her eyes wander all around the tent, up at the strands of prizes hanging down from the ceiling, which under no circumstances she was going to accept, should Scarlet actually be exceptional at this game. Leaving with one of those big ass panda bears, a stuffed banana with a gorilla wrapped around it, or that blow up alien thing, would be far too much. Far too close to real date, real relationship territory. And frankly, she didn’t want a physical reminder of how she felt looking at the paling sky, the feathering neon light from the rides in the distance. A reminder of how she let herself indulge in the unequivocal closeness of touch, the way her left hand fingered with the sliver of exposed skin above the waistband of her denim skirt, how it felt soothing to simply touch.

“I won!” Scarlet tore her from her thoughts. “I told you. I absolutely told you!”

Scarlet did in fact have three ping pong balls in a row, floating in blue, purple, and another color she didn’t quite catch before Scarlet pulled Yvie in for a hug, her arms wrapped around Yvie’s neck, rising up on her tip-toes to whisper that spine chilling whisper, “I told you so,” right in Yvie’s ear.

Yvie held Scarlet out in front of her, her hands tighter than before on her waist as Scarlet came back down, feet flat on the ground, and Yvie desperately tried to come back down from Scarlet’s whiny, breathy lilt in her ear, desperately tried not to fixate on the warmth spreading through her core. She wouldn’t dare think about that happening again.

“C’mon, we gotta go get your fish,” Scarlet said, pulling Yvie’s hand off her waist and leading her over to the prizes.

“My fish?”

Yvie, who now held a fish in her right hand, whom Scarlet named F. Scott Fishgerald, reasoned that the fish was not a stuffed animal, so she was not in real date territory. The fish was, however, a living, breathing little bastard that she now had to take care of, because Scarlet named it and gave it to her, bonding Yvie to the fish.

Yvie looked down at the fish, who was bubbling and taunting her, reminding her that she now had a gift from Scarlet, a thing to take home and look at and remember the now inky night and its fluorescent glow.

***

Yvie shook herself out of it, spotting a cluttered storefront, canvasses spilling out of the entrance and into the concrete.

“I wanna go check that out,” Yvie glanced over at Scarlet, pointing toward the storefront.

“Ooh yes yes,” Scarlet said, so easily excitable. “You’re in for such a treat, it’s all, like, garbage.”

“Garbage, babe?” Yvie asked.

A flush spread across Scarlet’s cheeks. Yvie ignored her impulse to brush her knuckle across Scarlet’s cheek, feel the heat rising off of her skin, warming Yvie from the outside in.

Yvie really had to stop accidentally calling Scarlet babe if she wanted to keep her feelings casual and her mind off of how cute Scarlet looked when she blushed.

Scarlet turned to the side to make it through the cluttered door, leading Yvie through the narrow walkways of the store, all lined with cheap beach: shorelines of only one shade of beige, white cresting waves from the shoreline all the way back; neon flip-flops that said live, laugh, love; imitation vintage Coca Cola advertisements printed on thin metal sheets; a display of pet rocks; a painting of a lonely red tulip in a sea of black and white tulips.

Scarlet let go of Yvie’s hand and spread her arms out wide, touching claustrophobic stacks of canvases on either side of her.

“Garbage!” She announced.

Yvie swallowed, immediately regretting this stop, feeling the paintings closing in on her, her mind wandering off to her art lessons, her professors, her paintings back home. It all made the air feel thick, viscous, something she couldn’t breathe.

“What’s going on?” Scarlet lowered her arms, looking Yvie dead in the eye, as though she already knew what the problem was but needed Yvie to confirm it. “Aren’t you enjoying the garbage?”

If she could help it, she wouldn’t laugh. But Yvie, of course, couldn’t help it.

“This is my future,” Yvie looked around the store once more, now noticing the paint splattered Pollock imitations; the singular umbrella and beach ball canvases; a stack of magnets that doubled as bottle openers. She gripped the fish tighter. “This is it. I’m gonna finish school and have nothing to do with my life after that. And if I want to do something with my art degree, I’m gonna end up making this knock off bullshit. And if I don’t, I wasted all my time and money.”

“Well that’s not true,” Scarlet replied, her voice soft, her tone firm. “I’m sure the people who make and buy this done even know it’s garbage. Like they’re people who are really excited to buy a picture of Marilyn Monroe with her skirt blown up, a puka shell necklace, and a pet rock, all in the same place.” Scarlet lent her a sincere smile, leaning against a table full of striped canvases. “You know it’s garbage because you do real art.”

“How do you know I do real art?”

“Because you’re always observing shit and you hate Photoshop.” Scarlet laughed, giving Yvie a nudge.

Yvie settled against the table as well. “Wanting to do real art doesn’t mean I’m going to do it.”

Scarlet tilted her head toward Yvie, looking perplexed. “It absolutely does mean you’ll do it.” She placed her hand on Yvie’s thigh, scooching closer so their arms were pressed together.

“You’re the only one who decides what you’re going to do. If you don’t want to do some capitalist garbage art, then don’t do some capitalist garbage art. You’re the only one who has control over you.”

Yvie laid her head on Scarlet’s shoulder, finding her voice mild and even, steadying, affirming.

Scarlet continued. “So, if you’re going to do it, you know, be a real artist, be happy, the only person who’s going to stop you is yourself.”

Yvie inhaled deeply through her nose and exhaled out her mouth, tilting her head up to steal a look at Scarlet, whose eyes were closed, her lips gently parted.

Scarlet was a warm soul, Yvie decided.

She laid her hand on top of where Scarlet’s lay.

She could have feelings for her, if only she were prepared for her heart to break so dearly.

***

Upon leaving the store, Scarlet announced that ice cream had to be eaten after a depressing conversation, on the basis of the full moon tomorrow and also her soul. Yvie could not, and did not want to argue with that reasoning, mostly because she found that reasoning exceptionally cute, especially as Scarlet blabbered on about the time she tried to make ice cream at home with her roommate. The two of them tossed the bag of cream, vanilla, ice, and rock salt back and forth until Scarlet threw the bag far too hard against the decorative swordfish — the one that came with the house and was apparently not budging from the wall — which caused the bag to explode.

Yvie nodded along, entering the store as Scarlet opened the door for her. It was endearing, how Scarlet went into a silly story that made her look foolish in the end, probably knowing how it would pull Yvie’s mood a few shades lighter than it was before.

“What do you think you’re getting?” Scarlet came up behind Yvie, peering over her shoulder to see which flavor she was looking at.

“Orange pineapple,” Yvie muttered, still staring at the ice cream in front of her, as though she were trying to figure it out. “Such a weird flavor.”

Scarlet hummed in agreement, “I think I’m gonna get it. Wanna split it?”

Yvie turned back to look at Scarlet, her face only inches away from hers, her heartbeat growing livelier and livelier at the proximity. Close enough that she could see the slight curl of Scarlet’s eyelashes. Close enough to know they shared the same air, same breath. Close enough to notice Scarlet’s lip gloss fading away, leaving behind only a few bits of glitter, sparkling under the fluorescents. In less than a few careless inches, she could—

“Yeah, uh, definitely.” Yvie’s words stumbled. “Let’s split it.”

She shifted the goldfish to her other hand. She was not going to kiss Scarlet. That, she decided, was a point from which she’d never return. She’d indulged her feelings against her logic, but that, that she would not do.

They sat together on a bench outside the shop, Scarlet curling her legs underneath herself, leaning in closer to Yvie, taking up her spoon.

“How is it?” Scarlet asked, holding the cup steady with one hand, scooping a bit of ice cream out with the other.

“It doesn’t really taste like orange or pineapple, it just tastes like orange,” Yvie replied, dipping in again, finding it hard to ignore the way Scarlet was practically sat in her lap, the innocent intimacy of sharing.

Scarlet went in for another spoonful. “I thought you said it doesn’t taste like orange thought.”

Yvie laughed at herself, lightly shoving Scarlet’s shoulder with her own. “I meant orange, like the color.”

“Honestly, I feel like orange should have different names,” Scarlet pondered. She licked off her spoon, pulling it out of her mouth with a pop. “Like, orange the color and orange the fruit should fight to see what’s going to be the alpha orange. Because right now I’m looking like an idiot in front of a pretty girl, just because orange and orange are the same word.”

Yvie held her spoon in place, trying to interpret what Scarlet just said, but falling short. All she could offer was a smile and a promise to herself that she’d spend all her time before bed turning those words over in her head: being addressed as pretty girl and the beautiful girl who’d spoken it.

***

Yvie handed F. Scott Fishgerald to a child, who was upset over losing the water gun race, who was worked up over not receiving a prize.

“We really are a couple of nice lesbians, huh?” Yvie chuckled, “You win a fish, we show the fish a good time, then the fish goes to bring joy to a child.”

Scarlet snorted, taking Yvie’s hand and leading her toward the Ferris wheel, which she insisted was absolutely necessary for a perfect summer date, a phrase that made Yvie bubble up inside the more she heard it and the longer she internalized it.

“Please, you were probably gonna kill that thing anyway.”

Yvie held her hand to her chest, scandalized. “Excuse you, Scarlet? My most prized possession? F. Scott Fishgerald was going to die of natural causes in his sleep, surrounded by those he loved.”

Scarlet was overcome with laughter, bumping into a couple of signs as they entered the line for the Ferris wheel, Yvie steering her through the line.

“Like you were going to surround that fish on his deathbed.” Scarlet quirked a brow.

Yvie snorted. “Like that fish loved me.”

The line moved quickly, much quicker than expected. Within minutes, Yvie found herself sitting next to Scarlet in the cart. Scarlet gripped the lap bar eagerly as they ascended, inching ever upward and ever closer to Yvie, until they were suspended above the blackened ocean and Scarlet’s head lay on Yvie’s shoulder.

“I feel very small,” Scarlet spoke against Yvie’s shoulder, nuzzling herself into Yvie’s faded t-shirt.

“I think it’s hard not to, Scar.” Yvie inhaled deeply, letting the air fill her lungs fully, clearly, before exhaling, if for nothing but to feel the fullness, the reminder that she was very little more than air.

She peered down at Scarlet, wrapping her arm around her shoulders. She brushed Scarlet’s hair out of her face, her fingers slowly brushing over Scarlet’s cheek. She took her time, as though it were a new land to explore, to cherish.

Soft skin. Sparkling perfume. Pouting lips. Open heart. Eager eyes. Silken voice. Warm soul.

And the curve of her cheek.

Yvie found herself disinterested in the ocean below them. The slightness of the waves could not hold her gaze like the slightness with which Scarlet looked up at Yvie and said, “the stars are out. You look to your right and you’ll see them.”

But Yvie did not turn her head to see the stars. She wouldn’t release herself from the vision of Scarlet lit by the bulbs that dotted the outside of the Ferris wheel. The light caught on her cheek. The tip of her nose. Her collarbone. Her jaw.

Above the world, all that is worldly, her worldly self, there was only Scarlet caught in the afterglow of neon.

Yvie brushed her thumb across Scarlet’s jaw before tilting Scarlet up to meet her gaze.

Scarlet’s mouth opens, her eyes blown out.

“Scarlet, I…” Yvie trails off, as though she had something to say. She had nothing to say. She had run out of words. She found herself without excuses, stipulations, or reason. She found herself leaning in closer. Their foreheads met. “Scarlet—”

“Please,” Scarlet exhaled, her hot breath against Yvie’s lips.

Christ.

Yvie inched forward, capturing Scarlet’s still open lips in her own, resigning that she will never find a word to counter a please spoken like a revelation

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