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artificialqueens · 4 years

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I Wish You Were Sober (Crygi) - Mumu

A/N: Had to write something for my favorite quarantine bop! It’s also on AO3.

Summary: Gigi just wishes Crystal would kiss her- even when she’s sober.

Gigi clenches her jaw, tightening her grip on the red solo cup in her left hand. The red plastic crushes in on itself with a loud crunch, a split opening and leaking beer all over her.

“Shit!” Gigi drops the cup as fast as she can. The liquid splatters onto the carpet, pooling around her feet.

Gigi takes a few steps to the left, trying to act as inconspicuous as possible. Nicky, the hostess of this particular bash, isn’t even paying attention, and Gigi sends up a silent prayer for that small mercy.

Thank god everybody’s too occupied with grinding on each other as a sad excuse for dancing, or playing beer pong, or smoking joints in the kitchen to have noticed her spill.

Speaking of smoking joints, Crystal’s currently doing just that, blowing smoke out of her cherry red lips and flirting blatantly with the quarterback.

Crystal tilts her head back and laughs throatily, batting her lashes at the football player. She tosses a handful of crimped hair over her shoulder, tugging at the neckline of her dress to show more skin. The sight makes Gigi bite down on her tongue, another flash of anger shooting through her.

The cycle is always the same.

Gigi shows up to a party she doesn’t want to be at, Crystal in tow. Crystal makes a beeline for the drinks and the weed, hanging around the football team for the entire night. She usually ends up dancing on the quarterback, an obnoxious dick that’ll peak in high school.

Gigi always watches her flirt from the corner of the room. She’s left alone to glare at the back of Crystal’s platinum blonde head, watching while the other girl gets progressively more and more clingy with people that aren’t her.

Afterwards, when Crystal is ready to leave, Gigi will drive her home, and Crystal will kiss her in the car, pressed uncomfortably against the window, or wedged between the door and the driver’s seat. She’ll climb into Gigi’s lap, fingers tangled in her hair, and tell her she’s pretty.

And Gigi will go along with it, letting Crystal make her little drunken declarations of love, because what else can she do?

She likes Crystal, so, so much. Hearing Crystal say it back just for a moment gives her a rush of joy so intense it almost makes the next few days worth it. Crystal never admits it in daylight, when she’s sober. But Gigi will take anything she can get.

And so, Gigi keeps torturing herself by watching Crystal throw herself at unknown boys throughout the night, because the promise of those lips on her own is too addictive to quit. Even if they taste like tobacco and cheap alcohol every time.

Crystal trades a drink with a boy Gigi recognizes from her Chemistry class. Crystal probably doesn’t even know the guy, but that doesn’t stop her from thanking him with a sloppy kiss.

Gigi gnaws at her lip, aware that she should probably look away, but not being able to. Her hands tug at the flaps of her leather jacket, twisting the material up. Crystal leans in, draping her hands over the boy’s neck. Gigi swallows thickly.

She suddenly regrets spilling her drink on the ground, because knocking back lukewarm beer sounds like a perfect coping mechanism right now. Crystal turns, pressing her back into his chest, and suddenly the music is too loud. The party is swimming in her vision in all its sweaty, grimy glory. She needs air. Now.

It takes every ounce of strength and self-control that Gigi has to walk to Nicky’s bathroom at a reasonable pace when every fibre of her being is screaming at her to sprint there.

She slumps against the door as soon as it shuts, sliding down towards the floor. Something bitter and mean swells in her throat.

Gigi squeezes her eyes closed, counts to ten over and over until she’s sure her emotions aren’t bubbling right under boiling. It’s the last party of the school year, and Gigi’s alone in the bathroom having a meltdown.

If Nicky saw her like this she’d probably call Gigi a loser: and she’d be right. Gigi’s fucked.

Her eyes drift towards the window, a furrow in her brow. She almost laughs at the absurdity of the idea that pops into her brain. Can she crawl out of it?

The last time she tried was when she was twelve, back when Nicky would sneak her in every Friday for the sleepovers the girl used to host. Gigi’s mom never liked the idea of her going to a sleepover so they’d used the bathroom window to get Gigi in without waking up Nicky’s parents. When Jackie moved to the neighborhood in seventh grade, they’d done the same for her. The girls had fit through the small space easily back then.

The idea seems more and more appealing the longer she stays alone in this bathroom. She considers, running her tongue over her teeth. It might be a tight squeeze, but Gigi can probably do it.

She tiptoes over, cranking it open experimentally. It gets stuck at around three inches, so Gigi pushes even harder, straining until it finally opens fully. There’s a fine layer of dust settled around the windowsill, and Gigi wipes it off with a square of toilet paper. Other than that, it’s the same as she remembers.

She’s going to do this. Gigi hoists herself up, trying to shimmy her shoulders through the small square. Her jacket restricts her movements, though, and she can’t quite wedge her arms through properly. She lands back onto the bathroom floor with a thump, knocking her elbow against the wall in the fall.

“Fuck,” Gigi groans, rubbing the sore spot. A bruise will probably show up tomorrow morning, judging from how hard she banged it.

Okay. New approach.

This time she throws her jacket out the window first, before trying to fit her body sideways through the window.

It works, sort of, and Gigi’s left with her head out the window and her left arm pressed to the outside wall. Her hips get lodged, and Gigi tries to twist her body so that she can wiggle loose. It’s painful, the wall digging into her thighs, but she eventually manages to topple into Nicky’s front lawn, right on top of her jacket.

Gigi flops onto her back, breathing hard. The night air is sharp. She gulps it in, trying to recover from what just happened.

The bass is still pounding through the neighborhood, leaking through the walls of Nicky’s house, but it’s quieter out here at least, and Gigi can finally hear herself think. It’s so peaceful compared to inside the party that Gigi feels herself getting a tad bit sleepy.

Her text tone brings her out of the daze. Gigi fishes her phone out of her jacket pocket, the screen lighting up to show two unread messages.

Methhead:

geeg where r u.

do u wanna leave now?

A groan passes Gigi’s lips. Great. Just when she’s beginning to think clearly, Crystal has to come and muddle it up again. She pinches her phone lazily between her thumb and index finger, letting it dangle upside down, above her chest, with the screen right in front of her face.

She could just not respond. But Gigi can’t do that to Crystal. How would she even get home without Gigi giving her a ride? So she picks her phone right-side-up again, preparing to text back.

“Gigi?” Crystal’s voice rings out.

Gigi scrambles to her feet in the general direction of the voice, brushing dirt off of her jeans. Her phone slips out of her hand in her haste, hitting the ground.

“Hey, uh, over here!” Gigi calls, grabbing her phone off the ground.

Crystal turns, trying to locate where Gigi is. She brightens when she spots the redhead, rushing over.

“Hi baby,” Crystal laughs. “You look so pretty.”

Gigi feels a thrill up her spine at the pet name. Crystal links their hands and raises them over her head, motioning like she wants Gigi to give a spin for her.

Gigi turns obediently, an awkward smile on her face, trying to swallow her heartbeat as it climbs into her throat. Crystal smells like pine trees and cheap alcohol. Gigi wants to kiss her.

“Why’d you run off on me?” Crystal practically falls into Gigi’s arms as she comes to a stop, looping her hands around Gigi’s waist.

The action draws Crystal in close, their noses practically brushing. The white around Crystal’s blue eyes has gone red from the weed, and when she huffs a breath out Gigi can smell the earthy scent of it on her tongue. Gigi can hardly breathe, her head buzzing at Crystal’s closeness.

“Uh-”

“I had fun! Did you have fun?” Crystal asks, all cheerful. Gigi bites at her bottom lip, avoiding eye contact. It seems too invasive. She scuffs the bottom of her heels into the dirt instead, relishing in the sound of the mud as it splatters onto the straps of her high heels. “Nicky’s parties are the best.”

“Yeah.” Gigi grits her teeth, forcing a smile. Her voice quavers a bit, and she winces, praying Crystal doesn’t notice.

Lucky for her, Crystal’s oblivious to her feelings, per usual. “It was great, right? Did you see me kissing Damien? He tasted, like, gross. I wanna kiss you instead.”

Gigi stares, spluttering out an incredulous laugh. Crystal has to be kidding. “That usually work for you?”

“Uh, yes?” Crystal tilts her head, doing an impression of a confused puppy.

Gigi would find it cute, if not for the fact that she’s increasingly feeling like throwing herself off of a cliff, or maybe punching Crystal in the face. Crystal can’t possibly think that everything’s peachy.

The highlighter that Crystal applied to her collarbones earlier in the night glistens under the moonlight, and Gigi has to close her eyes to avoid tracing the metallic glow with a finger.

“Hello?” Crystal prompts, untangling herself from the other girl. “I asked for a kiss.”

“Right,” Gigi mutters. She runs her tongue along her teeth, trying to find some way to explain why that isn’t a good idea.

But Crystal is leaning closer, and the pull between them is intoxicating. Her fingertips slide up Gigi’s neck and tangle in Gigi’s glossy auburn curls, and before Gigi can come up with an excuse Crystal’s lips are on hers.

Gigi would be lying if she said it wasn’t thrilling. They fit together perfectly, with practiced ease. Crystal knows how to tug on Gigi’s hair just right so that Gigi clutches at her, and knows that when she bites down on Gigi’s bottom lip it’ll make her chest heave and her breaths come heavier.

It’s cruel how good Crystal can play her. Crystal tastes… like Crystal, woodsy and peppery and warm. It’s pathetic how used to it Gigi is by now, how she could pick out Crystal from a crowd of people if she had to, just by the taste of her and the feeling of her and how she’s buried herself deep into Gigi’s bones.

When Crystal pulls away it leaves emptier than she’d like to admit, and there’s anxiety spiking in her gut at the feeling. Gigi’s going to cry tonight, can feel it in her bones the same way she knows a fake Birkin from a real one with one glance.

Gigi’s eyes stray to the girl’s face. Crystal’s lip gloss has been smeared onto her chin and her bangs are wild. Her appearance makes Gigi’s blood throb with something hot and filthy, and Gigi feels the breath get knocked out of her at the feeling.

“Let’s go.” Gigi snaps, and whirls on her heel. She doesn’t bother checking to see if Crystal’s following her.

The ride is awkward, to say the least.

Gigi has to dig her acrylics into the steering wheel to focus. Crystal’s smacking her gum in the passenger seat, trying to get rid of the smell on her breath so that her mom doesn’t notice when she gets home. Gigi tries to tune it out, but the sound is grating and she can still hear it with the volume of the radio turned up to an 18.

When Crystal blows a pink bubble with her gum and pops it loudly for the third time, Gigi pulls over, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Can you not?” She doesn’t mean to sound so bitchy, but Crystal’s been getting on her nerves all night and Gigi’s never been a patient person.

“Sorry.” Crystal flushes, fiddling with her hands. She sounds genuinely apologetic, even with the high lacing her voice.

Gigi sneaks a glance at the other girl’s face and immediately wishes she didn’t. Crystal has made herself small, curling her knees up to her chest. She looks childish, face illuminated by the glow of a streetlight shining through the window, and Gigi feels a wave of guilt.

“Fuck, no, sorry.” She eyes Crystal’s folded up form, and sighs. “Here.”

Gigi shoves a hand in front of Crystal’s face. Crystal just blinks at it, confused. “Huh?”

“Spit,” Gigi says shortly.

“Oh.” Crystal hesitates.

“C’mon, I don’t have all night. And I don’t want to listen to you chewing the whole ride.” Gigi glares until Crystal follows the instructions. She flings the chewed-up blob out the open window with more force than necessary. It lodges into a crack in the sidewalk next to a bottle cap.

“Litterbug,” Crystal says under her breath. Gigi ignores it.

Gigi flexes her fingers against the rubber cover on her steering wheel, the bright yellow staring back at her mockingly.

It doesn’t seem right to start driving again, when the air between her and Crystal has stretched so thin and yet still manages to hang so heavy. She bites her tongue to prevent herself from blurting out an apology in an attempt to dispel the awkwardness. She has nothing to apologize for.

“Um,” Crystal says. “Are we just going to sit here, or are you gonna to drive me home?”

Gigi takes a sharp breath in, like she’s going to say something. The words get lodged in her throat, right under her soft palate. She cranks the car window up again to seal the night air out. The car engine is still humming softly, the only sound breaking up the tension in the air.

“Right, yeah.” She manages finally. Crystal quirks a brow, but Gigi doesn’t bother explaining herself.

Instead, she hovers a heel over the gas pedal, biting at her lip. The unsaid words clump under her tongue, bouncing around in her head.

“Are you mad at me?”

Gigi jerks her head towards the passenger seat where Crystal is sitting, bumping her head on the headrest in the process.

“Ow. Fuck.”

“Are you?” Crystal asks again. She looks nervous, pouting slightly. Crystal reaches a hand out like she wants to touch Gigi, but pulls it back before she can close the gap. Gigi’s heart skips a beat at the action.

“No,” Gigi lies, turning back to face the front.

“O-kay.” Crystal says, pulling the word into two syllables. A beat. “Are you sure?”

“No,” Gigi says.

“Okay,” Crystal repeats.

Outside, somebody’s car alarm goes off and she jumps, startled. Gigi shifts, fiddling with the zipper on her jacket. Neither one of the girls speaks, the blaring siren filling the silence.

“Do you-” Crystal starts. Gigi winces at the sound of Crystal’s voice cutting through her head. “What did I do?”

Gigi makes a sound low in her throat, strangled. It kind of sounds like a laugh, warped up and bitter. “Have you seen yourself?”

“What?” Crystal says. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Gigi just shakes her head, not answering. She turns the radio up, shifting the gear out of park. The car starts onto the road home again.

The drive is smooth, but she still feels like throwing up. Crystal is sneaking glances at her when she thinks Gigi isn’t looking. Gigi tries not to look.

She parks the car outside of Crystal’s house and turns the keys to turn the engine off.

“Geeg, don’t,” Crystal heaves a shaky sigh in and out. “Don’t shut me out.”

“Please stop.” Gigi’s tone is clipped, her sentence punctuated by the slam of her closing the car door.

“Gigi, I can’t read your mind! I don’t know what’s wrong,” Crystal’s voice gets louder, and she moves to block Gigi’s way when Gigi tries to sidestep around her to get to her porch.

“That’s exactly the fucking point,” Gigi huffs.

“You’re being unreasonable.”

Gigi’s already resigned herself to giving Crystal vague answers until she gets bored and leaves her alone. But when Crystal spits the statement, her pride boils over, because how dare Crystal say that?

How dare she act naive and unaware when she practically throws herself at Gigi every time alcohol enters her system? What’s Gigi supposed to do, not catch feelings? Especially when Crystal looks like that, all olive skin and red lips and gorgeous bone structure.

And Crystal just acts like everything’s perfectly fine the next day, every time. She always leaves Gigi thinking of the feeling of Crystal’s lips pressed against Gigi’s, or her weight on Gigi’s lap, or her hands knotted into Gigi’s hair.

It’s not fair. It’s never fair with them two, and that’s the problem. Gigi’s in love with her. Crystal couldn’t care less.

Gigi doesn’t realize she’s talking out loud until she stops to take a breath. She freezes, panic swirling up from her bones.

Her head gets dizzier and dizzier the longer Crystal stays silent.

“Crys-” She starts. Crystal cuts her off.

“How long?” Crystal whispers. It’s still too loud in the silence that blankets them.

When Gigi doesn’t respond, Crystal repeats herself, voice a little more frantic this time.

“Gigi, I need to know.” Crystal takes a sharp breath in. “How long have you liked me?”

Gigi swallows. Prays for the ground to swallow her up. But Crystal’s gaze is unwavering, and she has nowhere to run.

“Since the eighth grade,” Gigi admits. Crystal makes some kind of shocked noise, but Gigi plows on anyway. If she stops, she might never get the courage to say this again.

“You- you gave yourself a mullet in the school bathroom during Biology, remember? That was the first time I’d ever skipped a class. You were so confident about it. And I was-” Gigi interrupts herself with a bitter laugh. “-I knew that was it. I was so fucking gone.”

“Oh,” Crystal says. She blinks. “Oh.”

This is… Not how Gigi dreamed this would go, to say the least.

On the rare nights she stayed up at 2am listening to love songs and allowed herself to dream of maybe someday telling Crystal she liked her, “oh” was not what she imagined Crystal saying back. And Gigi isn’t a dreamer. She prides herself on thinking logically through her problems. She trusts her head more than her heart, and it’s no wonder, given the shit her heart has put her through.

So she isn’t expecting an elaborate profession of love, or a monologue out of Romeo and Juliet. Just something with a little more substance. Fuck, even Crystal freaking out and not wanting to ever talk to Gigi again would be better than “oh.” She just needs something.

“Crystal, I’m sorry, I-” Gigi says. She trails off when Crystal shows no sign of hearing her. Gigi pulls her jacket tighter around herself. “You should go in, it’s cold.”

Crystal doesn’t move. Gigi can’t quite make out Crystal’s features in the evening light. Her face has blended into shapes and shadows, blurring at the edges.

“Are you crying?” Crystal asks.

Oh. So that’s why everything’s gone fuzzy.

“No,” Gigi sniffles. She forces a strained smile, just barely managing to lift the corners of her mouth. Her throat feels swollen, and it hurts when she speaks. “I’m fine. Fuck, sorry. I don’t know why I said all that.”

“Gigi,” Crystal says. Her voice is gentle, like she’s talking to a toddler. “Do you regret saying it?”

This is it. Crystal is giving Gigi a chance to take back a shred of dignity, to salvage whatever is left of their friendship.

“I- no, I don’t,” Gigi says, and that chance is gone. She shoves her hands into her jacket pockets to hide the shaking, balling them into fists. The inner lining bunches up under her grip.

“Okay,” Crystal says. She shakes her head lightly, like she’s trying to clear it. “Okay then.”

Gigi kicks the grass underneath her feet. The lawn is wet, dewdrops wetting her ankles. There’s dirt between her toes and clinging to the bottom of her foot.

There’s a ping, and Crystal fishes her phone out of her pocket. The blue light of the screen lights up her face and she squints at it.

“My mom’s asking where I am,” She reports. “I should- uh, I should go in.”

“Right.” Gigi clears her throat to give herself something to do. “Yeah. Okay. Night, Crystal.”

“G’night,” Crystal echoes. She doesn’t move.

Gigi feels a fresh wave of tears burning against her eyelids. She tenses her tongue, pressing it against the roof of her mouth with surprising strength in a bid to keep them back. When that doesn’t work, she takes off.

Gigi turns, walking as fast as she can down the block, away from Crystal, until she’s full on running, fishing her car keys out of her pocket with shaking hands. Her blood is pounding in her ears, and she can’t see straight.

Everything looks like it’s being viewed through a fish-eye lens, all disfigured. She feels for the door handle blindly and wrenches it open, clumsily getting in.

There. Now she’s alone. Crystal can’t see her anymore.

Gigi grinds the heels of her palms into her eyes, struggling to catch her breath. Bile rises in her throat, and she gasps for air, trying to blink clarity into her vision. Gigi coughs, hands flailing randomly around for something to grip onto. Her elbow hits the horn and the sound just makes her head even dizzier, the ringing in her ears chaotic.

Fuck. Why did she have to go and admit her feelings to Crystal? Gigi should have just kept her mouth shut like she always did before. The tears are still coming hot and fast, and the stickiness on her cheeks just makes her even angrier. God, she’s pathetic.

A rapping on the window breaks up her pity party.

Gigi raises bleary eyes to the sound. To her horror, it’s Crystal on the other side of the glass, motioning impatiently for Gigi to roll down the window. Gigi sucks an unsteady breath in. It’s staccato and comes in short bursts, like she’s just run a mile. Panic claws at her insides, and Gigi sputters out a hysteric giggle.

She opens the window, fingers shaking against the button.

Gigi wants to spit out an excuse, explain away why she hasn’t driven away and is instead sitting in her car bawling her eyes out like some kind of loser, but she can barely catch her breath, much less form words in this state.

“Gigi, are you- are you okay?” Crystal asks anxiously. “You uh, you ran off before I could say anything else.”

Gigi makes some kind of miserable noise. Her finger is still on the button to roll down the window, even though it’s already all the way lowered, and her car beeps in protest.

“Look, I-” Crystal starts. She seems to do some kind of calculation, before blurting out the rest of the sentence. “I’m really sorry.”

Gigi’s drowning. There’s ice water in her veins, a chorus of I-told-you-so and you’ve-ruined-everything crashing against her skull. She pushes air out of her nose forcibly, something like a laugh but not quite.

“I was really scared, okay? And I still am. I’m still trying to figure all this out, liking girls and shit.” Crystal clears her throat, shifting nervously on her feet. “I thought you were, I don’t know, just interested in kissing me. Nothing more.”

A mean, petty part of Gigi wants to drive away right now, to not give Crystal the time to explain. But the softer part, the part that’s still stupidly heart-eyed for Crystal wants to stay. It wants to hug Crystal, pull her in and tell her it’s all fine.

Gigi digs her fingernails into her palm and ignores both of those thoughts.

Crystal is a big girl. Gigi’s not going to clean up her messes for her, especially not when they’ll just make the ache in her chest even more painful. She’s done that too much lately.

But Gigi does owe Crystal the chance to talk her feelings out. Especially given how she dumped all hers onto the girl earlier.

“I’m sorry for hurting you,” Crystal says. She gestures vaguely with her hands. “I didn’t mean to.”

Gigi opens her mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. Crystal reworks her words, stumbling over them.

“Or- or maybe I meant to, in this, like, fucked up way. I don’t know.”

Gigi blinks.

“Maybe I was trying to hurt you and push you away because I liked you, yeah?”

“Are you asking me if you like me?” Gigi murmurs, eyes trained expectantly on Crystal’s face. Nothing feels real. She taps her fingers against her thigh just to do something with her hands. “I can’t answer that for you, hun.”

Crystal seems to start at that.

She shakes it off with a slightly giddy giggle, more breath than sound. It sits in the distance between them, swirling. Gigi thinks if she raises her hand she might be able to capture it in her fist, unfurl her palm to see the sound glittering against her flesh.

“Right. Sorry, I don’t know how to, uh, do this good.” Crystal amends. She pulls a shaky breath and expels it again. “I- fuck, this looked easier in the movies.”

Gigi’s lips quirk slightly. Crystal doesn’t know if it’s in amusement or something else, but she takes it as a sign to keep going.

“I care about you a lot, Gigi.�� Crystal makes like she’s going to grab Gigi’s hand but seems to think better of it, resting her arm on the trim seal instead. “Not- not just as a friend. I really, I don’t want to fuck our friendship up if I do something really stupid. This probably won’t work, you know?”

Gigi stares dumbly, huffing a breath. Crystal avoids her gaze, clicks her tongue once as if making a decision. It feels like an eternity has passed in silence before she fixes her gaze on Gigi’s face again, with so much intensity Gigi shivers.

“I would like to try, though?” Crystal says. Her voice cracks on the last word, and she runs a hand through her hair, twirling the strands between her fingers like she always does when she’s stressed.

“I’d- like that,” Gigi swallows, trying to keep the excited tremor out of her voice when she responds. Her words come out choppy and blunt. “If you’re sure.”

Crystal grabs her instead of answering.

Gigi hits her head on the car frame, and Crystal’s hands tangle into her hair. The kiss is clumsy, their foreheads knocking. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

Gigi is straining to lean out the window, the metal of the car door digging into her ribs. Crystal’s teeth sink into her lip and she hisses, pulls Crystal even closer against the cool steel in retaliation, trying to close the gap.

When they part, it’s only because Gigi needs to breathe. Her entire body is thrumming like it might combust.

“Do you- was that okay? For you?” Crystal asks sheepishly. She wipes the corners of her lips, cleaning up the smudges.

“Okay? Fuck, Crystal, I’ve been dreaming of that since forever,” Gigi admits, breathless. “Are you sure?”

“You keep saying that.” Crystal offers her a lopsided grin. “Don’t ask me again, I might chicken out.”

“Oh my god,” Gigi laughs, relief swimming in her gut. Adrenaline buzzes up her spine, making her dizzy. “Oh my god, you suck. Shut up.”

“Just get out of the car,” Crystal shakes her head, biting back a smile. She slaps the roof of the car. “I wanna kiss you some more.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice.”

Crystal scurries backwards so that Gigi has enough room to open the door, stepping out onto the sidewalk.

Under the artificial lights, Crystal looks messy, skin tinted yellow.

The lighting makes the pinks of her blush clownish and the dips of her contour into unforgiving brown streaks. Her foundation is cakey on her forehead from wearing it all night, mascara muddy around her eyes.

Gigi thinks this is the most beautiful she’s ever looked.

“Stay the night?” Crystal suggests.

“As long as you won’t ignore me in the morning.” Gigi teases, because she doesn’t trust herself not to accept the offer embarrassingly fast otherwise.

Crystal just rolls her eyes. “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Nope,” Gigi says proudly. “Can I steal snacks from your pantry? I’m hungry.”

“Yeah, but that’s cause you were too busy glaring at me halfway across the room to eat at the party,” Crystal says.

Gigi just hums. Part of her is relieved at how normal this all is. Part of her knows she shouldn’t even be surprised. They’ve always been Crystal and Gigi, and a few kisses aren’t going to change that.

Her lungs feel like they’re full of glitter, and she taps Crystal’s chin, signaling for another kiss. Crystal’s tongue tastes like stale liquor and Gigi feels drunk off of it, the feeling of Crystal so close to her and knowing that Crystal won’t run this time. Knowing that Crystal is hers.

She’s been waiting five long years for this and regrets nothing.

“What’re you thinking about?” Crystal links her arm with Gigi’s easily, their shoulders bumping.

“Nothing,” Gigi answers simply. “This was a good start to summer.”

“Yeah,” Crystal agrees, in that way of hers where she doesn’t say much but says everything all at once. “It was.”

#rpdr fanfiction #gigi goode #crystal methyd #crygi #angst #fluff #lesbian au #pining #high school au #rpdr fanficton #I wish you were sober #mumu #concrit welcome

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alittlebitgoofy · 4 years

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Six Sentence Sunday

Way more than six sentences but that’s to make up for the ones, glass wings chapter 5 but it’s some of the part that’s just lemon and juice being soft

Lemon couldn’t bring herself to move and risk disturbing her friend. She had a feeling Juice wasn’t the best at letting herself sleep, always opting to do things than give herself time to rest. It was an issue she couldn’t press for fear of making things awkward, only try to subtly influence. The blonde showed no signs of waking up any time soon. She looked calm, peaceful for once. Even when neutral Juice had a natural frown, her face never seeming fully happy apart from the rare, softer moments that happened. The night before was one of those, something where the air around them was different, things came out easier and it felt as if nothing in the world mattered, only their company.

It surprised Lemon how easily she fell into the grasp of another person. She’d spent so long pent up, alone by her own choice but regretting it more day by day. Powerless to stop the torment she put herself through. Then Juice came around, giving her someone to really connect with. Finally, a friend.

Juice woke up sometime while Lemon was busy in her own thoughts. She stayed still at first, still melted into Lemon and not wanting to move from the comfort. Her half asleep brain could only process that the warm thing next to her was good and needed to be kept around.

#six sentance sunday #juice boxx #lemonjuice #lemongivesyoulife #rpdr fanficton #glass wings fic #fanatsy au

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alittlebitgoofy · 4 years

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8 with weeb gfs!!!

Vic this got a bit out of hand and i ended up with 1.1k words so i hope you enjoy. did write it at 11-1am though so be prepeared

8 - “wanna bet?”

Games night was a fun tradition, although it always ended up getting heated. Between Jan and Heid’is hidden competitive spirits and Nicky's pure confidence, it was an experience. Their current game of mario kart was no exception. Rock let out a laugh that made the other girl’s shudder in fear. Before anyone could question it a blue shell came zooming into Nicky’s screen.

“Rock. I’m going to hurt you. You did not just hit me with a blue shell!”

The pure anger in Nicky’s voice only made the pink haired girl laugh. Nicky glared, feeling her anger rise up more at the laughter. How dare she!

“Come on Nicks, it’s just a game.” With an innocent grin, Rock seemed to get more amused the angrier her friend got. The match had ended with her in first place, Nicky second. The competitive drive in the french girl intimidated Heidi, Jan and Crystal but had no effect on Rock. It was infuriating. It also made her heart beat somewhat faster, although she swore Rock was too dumb to know when someone was into her unless the spelled it out to her. Let alone notice that Nicky somewhat enjoyed their banter.

“You can just admit I’m better than you. It’s no big deal.” With the amused grin growing larger on Rock’s face Nicky felt a desire to take her down a few pegs.7

“You got lucky. I beat you every other time, Roxanne.” the blonde smirked, delighting in the way Rock pouted at the fact. She swore it to be one of her favourite sights. That and whenever she embarrassed her friend with a simple compliment or flirted somewhat. Rock could never cope with it and it was incredibly amusing to watch her fumble over her words every time.

“That’s not true! I beat you a ton!”

Nicky just rolled her eyes, irritating her friend even more.

“Well I could easily beat you in a solo race!”

To the right of their little spat, Jan and Heidi were looking at each other knowingly.

“I would love to see you two go head to head, finally see who’s best and all.” Jan grinned, excited by the drama that would follow as a result.

“I second that! You two just have to battle it out.” Heidi added.

“You guys get so competitive, it’s scary. But it would be fun to see who’s actually better.”

“Well then. I guess it’s decided. I’ll beat you easily though.” Nicky smiled, extending a hand out to Rock, voice filled with the utmost confidence.

“Wanna bet? I could beat you in my sleep!”

“Calm down there cocky rocky. What do you wanna bet?”

Despite the nickname making her stomach flip, Rock remained serious.

“Easy, if I win you have to pay for my food tonight.”

That was a scary prospect for Nicky’s bank account, knowing Rock could eat the most out of everyone she knew and had a small chance of beating her. But an idea came to her mind and suddenly the bet was worth it.

“You’re always thinking about food huh. Okay deal but if I win, then you gotta kiss me.”

Rock blanked, face heating in a blush. Was that really what Nicky wanted? Or was she just saying that to get into her head. She tried to push the thought down, remaining serious with a free dinner on the line.

Rock took Nicky’s hand, firmly shaking it with a serious expression.

“You’re on, but we know I'm gonna win!”

They booted up another round of multiplayer, a 1v1 game with no computer players, only the two of them. Nicky took her car and character picking seriously, choosing the best kart picks she had and picking her favourite character, Rosalina. She felt confident about beating her friend. Rock lost more matches than she won, it would be easy.

Rock for her part, although more serious than normal, still chose colourful parts. Not caring too much for how good they were. She gleefully picked Waluigi, earning a laugh from Jan, Heidi and Crystal.

The race started, with both girl’s putting their full focus onto the screen. Nicky took an early lead, shooting red shells behind her to hit Rock and speeding away with mushrooms. Although trying hard, Rock was falling behind quite quickly and was losing all hope of winning when they entered the second lap with Nicky halfway across the course.

That was when she got really serious. Picking up a triple mushroom, she zoomed into the next item box and repeated her item. Suddenly the gap between them became shorter and shorter, Rock took the dangerous shortcuts and sped through the course without making a single mistake. Nicky knew the girl was gaining on her but continued to speed ahead, unphased.

She should have given it more though though, as they came into the third lap with Rock close behind her. They continued around the track, sooner becoming neck and neck.

Then it happened.

With a little over a quarter of the lap left, Rock threw a green shell. It bounced off the corner expertly and sailed straight into Nicky’s kart. Their friends cheered at the attack as Rock sped ahead, finishing in first.

Nicky was speechless. How had Rock beaten her? But the look of pride on the girl’s face was too cute to be angry over. It was rare Rock was ever so confident in herself so Nicky was willing to let it slide.

Rock let out an excited cheer that melted Nicky's heart further. The ball of energy exploded, jumping up and running around in her excited state. Everyone apart from Nicky was excited to join the fun of the victory.

Rock approached Nicky a short while after. The french girl expected some teasing over her loss but what happened next left her speechless.

Rock got close to her, smiling softer than normal.

“Hey, good game. You almost beat me there.”

Nicky didn’t know if she was trying to make her feel better or what but it warmed her heart to see a softer side of the chaos that was Rock.

Before she could respond, Rock leaned closer, leaving them barely inches apart. Nicky felt her chest tighten, was this what she thought it was?

Rock closed the gap, pressing their lips together in a brief but incredible experience. She left Nicky speechless, and seemed to revel in that fact for a short moment before speaking.

“Thought you deserved a consolation prize, you’re not getting out of buying my food though!”

With a dramatic flare typical of her, Rock bounded over to a giggling Jan, shocked Heidi and confused Crystal, not before shooting a wink to the french girl.

Maybe she could live with the forfeit.

#nicky doll #rock m sakura #rpdr fanficton #requests #nicky x rock

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The Parent Trap (Biadore) [Chapter 3] - Henny

A/N: Hello, Loves! I’m back at it again, writing at 3AM. Once again, your comments never fail to make me smile and inspire me to keep writing this. I’ve written multiple fandoms with the same plot but never seem to finish it. But because of y’all, I think this will be the first one ever. Also, to that lovely anon, I gotchu, Babe! Also, I decided to name the camp after my Theatre workshop in honour of rehearsals this month <3

P.S Just to clarify it. Roy doesn’t want to expose Nerissa to his past life, so Bianca Del Rio in this story is basically dead and forgotten (until she resurrected). Nerissa doesn’t know about drag culture BUT she’s not that clueless. Also, Portia calls them ‘Aunt’ if in Drag and ‘Uncle’ if out of drag.

Enjoy!

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Nerissa bustled through the crowd, each scream and laughter seemed to get louder as she tried to find someone, the moderator of the camp in particular. She spotted a woman with dark hair on top of the platform with a megaphone pressed to her lips.

“WELCOME, CAMPERS! I’M SO GLAD TO SEE NEW AND FAMILIAR FACES WITH US THIS YEAR. PLEASE GET YOU–”

“Oops, I’m sorry!” A male voice gasped after he sent the smaller girl tumbling to the ground. Nerissa groaned as she stood up, brushing the dirt off of her jeans and denim jacket. She looked at the boy in front of her who smiled sheepishly. She sighed and shook her head with a smile. Be nice. Her dad’s voice was so loud in her head.

“It’s alright! Hello, I’m Nerissa Haylock.” She introduced herself, a hand stretched out formally. The guy’s shoulders relaxed as he reached out for her hand, returning her smile.

“Aaron Hernandez.” He replied. So far, so good, right? She thought.

“Nice to meet you. I’m kinda new here.” Nerissa shrugged, an unsure smile gracing her features.

“Oh! It’s your first time in Repertory? You’re going to have a blast! It’s my sister’s first time, too. So, we can all be together.” Aaron beamed as he pulled the girl beside him. The girl looked a lot like Aaron, with dark hair and light eyes, except his sister had large glasses to frame her face.

“Hey, I’m Alex.” She smiled shyly and ducked her head under her brother’s arms.

“Ugh, this is why you’ll never find your own friends.” Aaron groaned, prying his sister’s hands off of him. Alex pouted up at her brother and looked extremely offended, but decided not to fight back.

“Don’t listen to him, Alex. We’ll be the bestest friends!” Nerissa proclaimed, grabbing Alex’s arm. Alex smiled sweetly and pushed her glasses up her nose. Aaron dropped his jaw in mock offense but smiled nonetheless, glad his sister made a new friend. Nerissa bent down to grab her bags, but Aaron shook his head and offered to carry her bags.

“Are you sure?” Nerissa asked as Aaron lifted her bags in his arms.

“It’s no problem, really. I’m a strong man!” He said, flexing his free arm, causing the two girls to roll their eyes.

“Gay, though.” Alex remarked and Nerissa giggled, pushing back a stray her on her face. Aaron stuck out his tongue which his sister threw back at him.

“HEY! There’s no correlation between my strength and my sexuality. Just because I bat for the other team, doesn’t mean I can’t lift, BRAH.” He sassed, snapping his fingers in a zigzag motion and Alex rolled her eyes again.

“You play Football, not baseball. See? You don’t even know sports!” She teased. Nerissa laughed at the two siblings’ banter. It was nice knowing that she had new friends without them knowing who her dad was and what he did for a living and how much money he earns.

“ALRIGHT, CAMPERS! YOU HAVE A LONG DAY TOMORROW SO I HOPE YOU ALL MANAGED TO FIND YOUR CABINS AND GET SETTLED IN! DINNER WILL BE SERVED IN 30 MINUTES!”

“Ooh, shit… I still don’t know my cabin!” Nerissa whined. Alex pulled her towards the bulletin board and squealed when she saw Nerissa’s name above her brother’s name.

“Damn, you read fast.” Nerissa commented as she read her name on the piece of paper. “I’m in the Winds Cabin.” She said out loud. Alex and Aaron both leaped in joy and shook her excitedly.

“We’re in the same cabin! We’re in the same cabin!” They chanted as they dragged her off to their cabin.

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Portia was putting her stuff away with the help of Brian, the boy she had helped out earlier. Ironically, the three kids ended up being in the same cabin. Taffy situated herself on the top bunk with Portia in the bottom bunk. Brian decided to occupy the single bed beside theirs and everything worked out fine.

“Porshieeee, come on, let’s go!” Taffy whined as she slammed the screen door over and over again to get the other girl’s attention.

“First of all, ew, Porshie. Second, can you chill for a sec? I need to get my shit together.” Portia rolled her eyes as the girl plopped herself on Portia’s bed. She brought out a framed picture of the Adore, Bianca, and Courtney and placed it on top of dresser beside her.

“You’re SOO obsessed with Drag Queens.” Brian commented as he placed another framed photo of her six years old self with her Aunt Raja and Aunt Raven.

“Well, they’re kinda my family. So, it’s not an obsession, it’s love. Ohana.” Portia smiled fondly as she straightened the pictures on her dresser. One of her with Adore on stage, one with her Aunt Katya during Thanksgiving, one with her Uncle Aaron and Uncle Justin in Disneyland.

“Your dad is a drag queen?” Taffy asked, eyebrow raised, looking at the photos laid out in front of her. Portia’s heart started beating faster. This was it. They were going to judge her dad and her, stop being her friend, probably tell everyone about it and destroy her chances of actually making new friends.

“Yes.” She answered, not conveying the nervousness in her voice. Her defense mechanism, which is to read people to filth, started to prepare for the incoming slaughter of rude comments and homophobic slurs.

“Oh, that’s so cool! Which one is he?” Taffy squealed excitedly, crawling forward to have a better look

That, well, wasn’t the response she was expecting. At all. She smiled in relief before pointing out Adore in the picture with Bianca and Courtney.

“What the fuck?” Taffy exclaimed with a face Portia could only describe as sour. Her heart started to beat faster again.

“Why is she hotter than me? That’s so unfair!” Taffy complained as she stared at Adore in the picture. Portia loved that photo of her dad for many reasons. Not only because Bianca was there, but also that’s the happiest picture of Danny before Portia era. She has never seen her Dad with that kind of smile with anyone else rather than her.

“Did you just call my dad hot?” Portia asked with a fake disgusted face because she knows Adore is hot, there’s no denying that.

“Dude, that’s so wrong.” Brian wheezed, flailing his arms as he tried to regain his composure.

“Yeah, perv!” Portia added as Taffy laughed, her face pressed against the mattress. The three continued to laugh but piped down as a few more people joined in the cabin. Introductions and smiles were shared before everyone started to head out for dinner.

“Come on, guys. Let’s go eat!” Brian said as he slipped on his jacket, so did the girls, and they all walked to cafeteria.

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When Nerissa and her friends entered their cabin, they were greeted by their cabin mates who sweetly helped her fix her stuff and settle in.

“Thanks, guys. I can handle it from here.” Nerissa beamed as she motioned to a smaller bag. Her cabin mates all bid her a goodbye, except Alex and Aaron who decided to stay and wait for her. Nerissa brought out a couple of her sketchpads and art materials, and neatly placed them on the bedside table. She also brought out a picture of her and her dad when they went to London and a photo of just her dad.

“It’s kinda creepy to have a photo of your dad sleeping.” Aaron commented as he stared at the sleeping-Roy Haylock in the picture, hugging a dog.

“Well, if you see how stress he is everyday, you’ll be glad to see him finally resting. That’s why I took it in the first place.” Nerissa shrugged.

“What does he do?” Alex inquired. Nerissa didn’t like telling people what her Dad does for a living. Not because she was ashamed or anything, FAR from that. She didn’t like it because people always ask for favors and RH Designs is well known all over the world. Everyone knows how much RH dresses cost and it isn’t exactly very wallet-friendly.

“He makes dresses.” Yeah, that’s good. Vague, which is better.

“Wait. WAIT. You mean to tell me that your dad is Roy Haylock?” Alex gaped and so did Aaron. Not so subtle.

“Umm. Yeah.” She half-smiled with a shrug. Alex grabbed the frame and stared at the Roy’s face while Aaron just squealed louder.

“OH MY DADDY! HE’S SO HOT! Bye, Mrs. Haylock! I’m going to be your new mom, Riz! ” She screamed as she held the frame close to her heart. Nerissa laughed and pried the photo out of Alex’s arm, the difference ten minutes makes.

“You have no one to compete with, but good luck with winning my dad’s heart. He’s gay.” Nerissa laughed, placing the photo back in its place.

“WELL, IN THAT CASE, MOVE OVER SISTER! Come to Momma, Rizzy!” Aaron held out his arms to Nerissa who groaned and laughed at the same time.

“EWWWW! STOP MAKING IT WEIRD!” She whined but stepped into Aaron’s arms, still. Aaron hushed her and stroked her hair.

“Don’t worry, Rizzy. Momma’s here.” He whispers as he sways them a bit.

“GROSS!!! STOP!!!”” Nerissa started to hit Aaron’s arms playfully. Aaron laughed out loud and caught Nerissa’s hand to lessen the impact of her hands.

“Rizzy, that’s no way to treat your new mom!” He scolded despite him trying to regain his breathing.

“Guys, you promise not to tell though? I don’t want anyone to treat me as some rich kid.” Nerissa said, suddenly serious.

“We promise.” The two said, holding out their pinkies. Nerissa double pinky-swore and the three of them crossed their hearts.

“I think that’s our calling.” Nerissa spoke after Alex’s stomach grumbled loudly. “Come on, Mom. Let’s go eat.” She continue, pulling Aaron and Alex towards the cafeteria.

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Portia grabbed a tray and started to wait in line. The food looked appetizing, at least. She grabbed a plate of Mac and Cheese along with a slice of Hawaiian pizza. She also grabbed a juice box and a slice of mango from the plate.

“Porsche, smell this. How is this edible?” Brian brought up a small plastic bowl filled with what seems like firm gelatin. She sniffed the substance and her nostrils were filled with the scent of cherries.

“It smells good!” She exclaimed, grabbing the plastic bowl from Brian and placed it on her tray.

“You’re disgusting. It smells like that bathroom cleaner.” He shudders at the thought of the smell. Portia rolled her eyes playfully.

“Oh, please. You’d drink that.” She snorted and Brian muttered a quick “True” before giggling to himself.

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear. I just got to have a scoop of these strawberries, freshly picked from our gardens. Would you like some?” An elderly woman, who she assumed is the head of everything, offered Portia a cup of strawberries.

“I would love some, but I’m allergic.” She answered before rushing to leave, not wanting to continue the conversation. She settled herself beside Taffy who looked at her tray in disgust.

“Pineapple on Pizza? You’re gross.”

“Pizza is pizza, Hoe. Shut up!” She stuck her tongue out before taking a big obvious bite of her pizza.

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Nerissa laughed as Aaron kept putting stuff on her tray.

“Motherhood suits you.” She commented, amused but, when he reached for the pizza, she stopped him.

“There’s no way, you’re going to feed that to me. Not today, Satan. Not today. Not ever.” She said with an eyebrow raised, she stepped forward hoping to get a piece of mango from the plate.

“–Allergic, well that’s too bad, dear. How about you? Would you like some?” It took Nerissa a few minutes to realize that the older woman was now talking to her. She smiled sweetly before reaching out to accept the bowl the woman offered.

“Thank you, Ma’am.” The lady pulled her hand back which caused Nerissa to take a step back in shock.

“Didn’t you just say you were allergic?” The older woman asked skeptically, looking intensely into Nerissa’s eyes.

“Um… No?” She answered, sounding unsure herself. She accepted the bowl again and rushed off to where Alex was to tell her what just happened.

“Oh, well, alright. Here you go. You gotta excuse the old ga– Now where did she go?”

“Who?” Aaron piped up, looking at the woman who jumped in her place. She looked at him in horror before leaving the spot.

“Well, that was rude.” Aaron pouted as he got some strawberries.

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Morning were filled with various activities and Portia had to take a few breathers to actually finish all of her activities. After lunch, there was an impromptu talent competition. She swaggered to the counselor and asked if she could partake in the activity. The counselor, Margaret was all too happy to put her name down. She hopped to stage and watched as people gathered around her. She has always loved performing, something she shares with her dad.

“Hello, everyone! My name is Portia and I’ll be rapping: Super Bass by Nicki Minaj.” Everyone cheered her on. She felt her heart swell with love as she felt all of the support from the people around her.

“This one is for the boys with the booming system Top down, AC with the cooling system When he come up in the club, he be blazin’ up Got stacks on deck like he savin’ up

And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal He pop bottles and he got the right kind of bill He cold, he dope, he might sell —-. He always in the air, but he never fly coach He a mother—– trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip That’s the kind of dude I was lookin’ for And yes you’ll get slapped if you’re lookin’ —-.

I said, excuse me, you’re a hell of a guy I mean my, my, my, my you’re like pelican fly I mean, you’re so shy and I’m loving your tie You’re like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the F I is I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up

Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin’ away Beating like a drum and it’s coming your way Can’t you hear that boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? You got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that’s the super bass You got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass He got that super bass—-”

When she finished the song, everyone went crazy and screamed so loud. She took a bow and took in the applause from the people around her. After a few minutes, Margaret steps on stage and announces that the judges were about to deliberate and there was only five minutes left to join. She knew she got this in the bag, her cheers were deafening. No one could possibly be courageous enough to perform last minute.

“Ooh! HER! HER! She wants to perform!” Voices from the back exclaimed.

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Nerissa just ended her props making activity which was to make masks for the Masquerade scene in Phantom of the Opera. It was rather silly, but she really loved the mask she made which was the mask dipped in gold glitter. Her squad decided to feel their Phantom fantasy and wore it around the whole day.

“–There is only five minutes left. If you still want to perform, you better do it now.” She heard the counselor announce.

“What’s this for?” She asked and tried to peer over the large amount of people.

“Oh, it’s for the Talent competition. You should try it out!” Aaron urged and soon she was in the middle of Hurricane Hernandez.

“Ooh! HER! HER! She wants to perform!” Everyone faced the trio in the back and cheered. Nerissa smiled sheepishly and muttered a “thanks a lot” to the two. She was guided to stage and she took the mic that the lady offered. She wasn’t fond of performing for a large amount of crowd. Usually, it was just for her Dad and Uncle Shane.

“Um, Hi. I’m going to sing I Dreamed a Dream from Les Mis.” The music started and everyone went quiet at the serenity of the song. Was that a good thing?

“I dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high and life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving

Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart As they turn your dream to shame”

She sang the crescendo, landing each and every note perfectly.

“He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came”

And still I dream he’ll come to me That we will live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I’m living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.”

For a minute, no one uttered a single sound. Nerissa felt so embarrassed and her cheeks started to turn pink. But, before she could burst out crying and run away, a massive uproar of cheers, whistles and hoots rang in her ears.

“Woah, okay. That was quite a show! In a few minutes, the judges will announce the winner. So, may I please call on all of the participants to step on the stage while waiting.”

A few girls and boys stepped on the stage, but Nerissa was still jumpy after her performance so she didn’t notice them standing beside her.

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When Margaret returned, index card in hand. Portia started to shake a bit in nervousness. The girl before her was good, but not that good. So, she still probably has this in the bag. Probably.

She didn’t bother listening to the results that didn’t matter.

“In second place, we have… Portia!” She couldn’t believe what she heard. Second? You have got to be kidding me! She smiled tightly as she received the little trophy.

“And our grand winner is Nerissa!” The crowd cheered as Nerissa smiled shyly as she accepted the bigger trophy. It wasn’t fair!

“Come on now kids, congratulate each other. Shake hands.” Margaret encouraged. Nerissa reached out to congratulate all of the participants, so did Portia, except when Nerissa approached her, Portia crossed her arms.

“I would prefer to see the person behind the mask.” There was a hidden meaning to it, but Nerissa didn’t push further. She bent down to reach the ribbon that held her mask in place. When she took it off, everyone gasped.

Green eyes reflected green eyes. Nerissa wanted to faint and Portia wanted to run away. This isn’t real. Portia said to herself.

“Come on, girls. Shake hands.” Margaret urged, shock still very evident in her voice. She hushed a few of the people in the crowd who kept muttering “they look alike.”

Portia reached out a hand to Nerissa who accepted it. When their fingers touch, it felt like there was some kind of energy there. Static, that’s normal. Nerissa noted. She stared at the girl, still can’t put her mind around it.

“Why is everyone staring? Can you all please like leave? It’s really uncomfortable” Portia asked nervously, looking around at all of the blank faces. They slowly started to dissipate and soon it was just the two girls and their respective friends.

“Can’t you see it?” Nerissa asked in disbelief. Portia’s defenses started to build up again, she crossed her arms.

“See what?”

“The resemblance between us.” Nerissa answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world– it was.

“Resemblance? Between you and me?” Portia laughed humorlessly which confused Nerissa a lot.

“Hmm, okay. Let me see, turn sideways” Portia instructed. Rolling her eyes, Nerissa humored the girl.

“Now, the other way.” Portia said seriously, really taking her time to analyze Nerissa. Reading time, this is going to be fun; Portia smirked.

“Well, your eyes are so much farther than mine. Your ears are, well, hello, Dumbo!” Portia laughed as Nerissa consciously touched her ears.

“Also, invest in some braces, if you can afford it. Your nose, too. If you can afford it.” The girl continued. Alex and Aaron appeared behind Nerissa.

“Want me to deck her for ya?” Alex threatened with her fists raised.

“Shut up, Oompa Loompa. I’m not quite finished yet. You want to know the real difference between us?” Portia raised a finger to shut Alex up which made Nerissa really pissed off.

“Let me see…” Nerissa looked thoughtful for a moment, mocking Portia’s words earlier.

“I have talent and you don’t? OR I have class and you don’t? Take your pick.” Nerissa raised a perfectly arched brow and smirked. Portia’s eyes narrowed as she took a deadly step towards Nerissa.

“My dad’s from Azusa, I will stab a bitch.” She looked straight into Nerissa’s eyes who only stared back at her.

“Need help packing? Beat it, Queen!”

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A/N: This was super fun to write. 3k+ words. Wew. I’m in shock. See what happens when y'all made me happy?

I know some dialogues sound forced but it was nice. Admit it. P.S Is anyone else completely in love with Aaron because I am!

Previous Chapters! Prologue | Chapter One | Chapter Two

#henny #parent trap au #biadore #bianca del rio #adore delano #family #rpdr fanficton #canon compliant #the parent trap

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Now-Ch 2 (Trixya) by Clutterbuck

A/N This is a follow-up to what I thought was a little non AU Trixya one-shot a few weeks ago. I was surprised by the lovely response, and had more Trixya thoughts/feels, so here’s some more!

Chapter One

It was 11:07pm, and Katya was beyond antsy. She sat on the hotel bed in with her legs in a wide V, feet springing back and forth on the comforter like windshield wipers. When her eyes drifted from the nightstand clock, she laughed out loud again at the sight of the two gifts she’d set up there for Trixie’s return. Everything about the situation was new territory for her—planning a surprise trip across the country, writing down and rehearsing what she wanted to say, coordinating with Milk to get into Trixie’s room during their gig. She wouldn’t have believed any of it if she’d been told about her own behavior even a few months ago.

Her phone lit up with a call from Milk.

“You whore! Where have you been? At first I thought the key wasn’t gonna work and I was like aghhh, but I’m in her room now and-“

“Katya. Are you alone?”

“What? Yes.”

“Okay good. My phone died at the venue, and I just now finally got it charged in the Uber. Listen, I think you want to get out of the hotel. We can meet up in the parking lot and I’ll tell you more, but-“

“Wait wait, what? Why do you sound like that? Are you okay? Is Trixie-“

“Yeah, everyone’s fine. Listen: Trixie’s boyfriend showed up tonight too. I guess he has this whole New York City weekend thing planned for them. I don’t know, he was at the show tonight in the front row with a bunch of flowers. She brought him up onstage at the end and they kissed and stuff. I was backstage, so I have no idea if this is real, but one of the fans started yelling about an engagement. They were all filming on their phones. I’m just a couple minutes away from the hotel. I think they might get there before me, but I can try to stall them? What do you want to do?….Katya, are you there?….Katya?”

Katya had been nodding in silence but was jolted into a response.

“Yes! Yeah, yep. Um. Okay. I don’t have a lot of stuff with me, so I can leave pretty easily. Cool. Thank you for letting me know.”

“Katya, hey, are you okay? I’m really sorry. Do you want to meet me in the parking l-“

“Thanks again.”

Katya ended the call. She stared down at her phone for a full minute, finger hovering over the Instagram icon, before slipping it into her pocket and standing up to collect her backpack and little travel pillow. It wasn’t until the door clicked behind her that she realized she’d left both the extra room key and her gifts for Trixie inside. She turned back to stare at the door, wondering what she could say to the hotel staff to be let back in, when she heard an unmistakable sound: Trixie’s screech-laugh erupted from the lobby around the corner. Thinking back a couple of hours, Katya pieced together that he hotel was laid out in a horseshoe shape. There was no exit between where she stood and the front lobby.

She took a few steps in each direction, heart pounding, searching for an open room door or stray laundry cart to jump into-anything. No such luck. When Trixie, her boyfriend and Milk turned the corner all at once, they saw her looking up at a fire sprinkler head. Trixie’s mouth fell open.

She was out of drag already, her face still glowing from adrenaline and makeup remover, and she carried a huge bouquet of pink roses. She looked from Katya to the others, then back to Katya.

“Ahhhhh! What are you doing here?!! Is this part of my surprise weekend?”

She cocked her head to the side and grinned at her boyfriend, while Milk approached Katya and tried to catch her eyes. He jumped in:

“Kind of! Uh, I asked Katya to do a little cameo in this video project I’m working on. Her flight got delayed and she missed the show tonight, but I figured we could still meet about it while we’re here.”

Trixie ran over, pulling her boyfriend by the hand. “Oh, work! Are you staying in this hotel? I’m so glad you’re here. Tonight was ridiculous. I have so much to tell you. Hey. Are you okay?”

She got a first good look at Katya, who had closed her eyes and gone pale. Trixie’s hand dropped instinctively from her boyfriend’s, whom she handed the bouquet of flowers.

Milk stepped in again. “I’m sure you’re drained, right? I have a bunch of Gatorade in my room. Should we all get settled and maybe meet back up in a few minutes?”

Katya took a deep, shaky breath and felt the beginning of tears collecting in the corners of her eyes. She had the sense that things would change forever once she opened them again, and she let out a soft “Please, no.”

“Are you sure? I’m just a couple doors down.”

“No, I’m sorry. I can’t. I can’t do this.” Another shaky breath. “I fucked up.” Without looking at Trixie, she gestured in her direction.

“I came here for you. Um. Because I want to be with you.” She couldn’t stop now. She reached for some of the words she had planned to say to her best friend, but they didn’t make sense anymore. When she continued, it was half to herself and half addressing the room.

“I was doing so good.” Katya broke away and started pacing the hallway, wiping away tears and laughing incredulously.

“What did I think? This is so weird, I, I’m not. I don’t get to have that world. I don’t get to have a life with you. I thought I saw it, I thought I saw what it could look like. I saw it. But I’m. I didn’t…I didn’t need to do this. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry! Fuck!”

She had been walking more and more quickly as she spoke, her voice rising in pitch with her panic, but now she wandered slowly back toward the group and lifted her hands to rest on Milk’s chest, shaking and dazed. “Can you, can you help me get out of here?”

With that, Trixie whispered something quickly into her boyfriend’s ear and made a beeline for Katya. She took by the shoulders and turned her so they were face to face.

“Hey. You’re okay.” She said gently. “Come with me.”

She led Katya into her room, scooping up her bag and pillow on their way. Once inside, she sat her down on the foot of the bed and squatted in front of her with a hand on each knee.

“I want you to breathe, okay? Just stay here and breathe. It’s just us. Breathe. I’m gonna be back in just a couple of minutes, okay? I promise. Just get that breathing down. Do your yoga stuff. You know how to breathe”

“Okay.”

Trixie gave her legs a quick squeeze and left the room. When she returned in just a few minutes, true to her word, it was with a huge bottle of water, a bag of pretzels and a package of fruit snacks. She set them out on the bed next to Katya, then settled a few feet away on the floor against the wall.

“I need you to start eating, and then I need to say something.”

Katya had immediately started feeling calmer at Trixie’s touch in the hallway, and at this point her breathing and heart rate was almost back to normal. The feeling of panic had been replaced with a duller feeling of dread, and the last thing she wanted to do was eat, but she could sense that she had little choice. She opened the pretzels quietly and bit into one.

“Okay good. Thank you. Now, I need you to really hear what I’m about to say. I’ll write it down too if you want, seriously, so you can read it as many times as it takes. You are my best friend, Kat. That is important business to me. And nothing is gonna change that. You don’t have to try and become something you’re not because you’re afraid of losing me. You couldn’t lose me if you tri-”

“NO.”

Katya never raised her voice, and Trixie was thrown by the intense focus in her words. She set the pretzels down on the bad and kept her eyes on picking away crumbs as she spoke. “There are a lot of things in my life I’ve done because I was afraid. A lot of things. But this isn’t one of them. I mean I am afraid, obviously. Fuck. But you don’t make me afraid. You make me the opposite of afraid. You’re the only…” Trixie saw her hands search to take hold of the ends of the mattress as she searched for the words she needed, unsuccessfully. Trixie was usually the one to help finish her thoughts.

Time passed. Trixie noticed the items on the nightstand.

One was a stuffed bear with a pink cowboy hat, and the other was a large adobe pot with a cluster of bright pink flowers inside-too small for the amount of soil it sat in. She stood up to get a closer look.

“What are these? Did you bring this stuff?”

A new wave of embarrassment rose in Katya, and she sighed. “Yeah. They’re presents. I got them at the airport.”

Trixie couldn’t help but laugh. She moved to the plant for a closer look. “Girl, they don’t sell big ass potted plants at the airport.”

Katya stood to start gathering her things together. Her voice was low and even, and she spoke as though she was trying to get through this final obstacle all in one breath.

“Those are flowers. They’re called clustered poppy-mallow. They’re really endangered, and they pretty much only grow in a couple places in the Midwest, and I saw them online on one of those time-lapse videos. They reminded me of you. And I bought some seeds online. They’re actually wildflowers, like prairie type flowers, but I started them in a little pot to make sure they do okay in LA…which they should, based on the dryness and climate and stuff. Um. They look fucking dumb right now because I just gave them a bigger pot, but they’re actually doing really well according to Karen.”

“Karen?”

“Oh. Yeah. At the garden center. The one in WeHo, by that sunflower juice place? Karen keeps the flowers when I’m out of town. Um. But I’ve been taking care of them. I know like, everything there is to know about them. And I wanted to show-to show them to you. And now I would really like to go.”

She had the bag and pillow in her hands at this point. Trixie stood still, back still facing Katya and inadvertently blocking her from taking the plant. She and made gentle thumb imprints around the perimeter of the soil as she finally began speaking.

“This is a lot, Kat.

I don’t understand.

I’ve worked really, really hard to take this whole idea of “us” off the table for myself. I didn’t think it’s what you wanted. You don’t want this. This has been…I don’t even…some nights it’s been really hard, you know? And then sometimes I thought I felt something changing between us. But I could never tell, because you never gave me any sign. I never, never knew if I was just crazy. I can’t believe we’re talking about this. I almost said something that night last summer when we were sitting on the hood of my car. Do you remember that?”

“Yeah, I do.” Katya had moved closer behind Trixie, and the breath from the words just behind her ear made her stomach clench. “I think about it a lot.”

Trixie could sense Katya’s hand about to take hers, and she spun around in place.

“So why now?”

She looked proud, almost defiant.

“W-what?” Katya stammered.

“Why are you asking for this? It’s been so long. How can I trust this? If you wanted me, you would have known by now. Right?” She was half pleading, half accusing. “You would have known.”

“Trixie, no-“

“Katya, you’re just scared of thing changing. You think you want this, but it’s too much. You’ll get bored. The sex…settling down. All of it. You would get bored and you would leave. You would leave me.”

In all the scenarios Katya had played out in her mind of how this conversation might go, she never imagined that she would be looking into Trixie’s eyes and seeing just as much fear there as she felt herself. A switch flipped inside of her. She lifted a hand to cup her face, fingers sliding to the back of her neck and thumb tracing her smooth cheekbone, and leaned forward to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. Her hand moved down Trixie’s arm and took her hand, and she led her to a full-length mirror near the entrance of the room.

He stood in front of Trixie and wrapped the taller man’s arms around his waist. “Look.”

Trixie could see over his head into the mirror, where the shorter gave a small wave and a smile.

“Look at us. I see it now. Everyone does. I’m so sorry I kept you waiting.” Katya turned to face Trixie, who was looking down and biting his lip, hard. “I swear I see it.” He shrugged, “It’s all I see.”

Katya ran his fingers up Trixie’s neck and into his hair, massaging gently and adding pressure as he pulled his forehead close to his. “Can I show you?”

Trixie’s whole body was still tense, and Katya wished he had the same ability as the younger man to relax him with one touch. He thought about all the times Trixie had been restrained about sex in the past because it wasn’t special enough. Because it wasn’t earned. Because it wasn’t the right person. All the times he had gone home with trade while Trixie had gone home alone. He held his breath and pushed down the fear that maybe he really had missed his chance. He was about to say something else, when he felt Trixie jerk his head in a small nod. Relief flooded his body, followed by a cautious warmth creeping up through his arms and legs and into his chest. He had thought about this moment so many times, in so many ways, and he was giddy with options.

Instinct took over in the end. His arms circled around Trixie’s neck, and he leaned up into the warmest, deepest kiss he could offer. Trixie whimpered involuntarily at first, and resisted, but Katya kept up a gentle rhythm of licking and sucking on his bottom lip until he felt his mouth give and then fall open for him. Trixie slid his arms around the smaller queen’s waist and relaxed a bit more into the embrace, giving Katya some of his weight. It felt as easy as breathing. Katya couldn’t stop a grin from spreading across his face, which broke the kiss and made them both laugh breathlessly. He took the opportunity to slide his hand down to Trixie’s chest, where he paused at his heartbeat, then down his stomach. He lifted Trixie’s shirt over his head, then allowed himself to reach for the stiff hardness that was now almost flush against his stomach. As many times as he’d imagined this moment, the heavy, pulsing feeling of Trixie’s cock through his clothes consumed him in a way no one ever had before. He kissed Trixie again, a messy hunger taking over for both of them as they fought for dominance with their lips, teeth and tongues, until Katya broke away again with a gasp and slid around to the back of Trixie’s body. He reached under his arms and started unzipping his pants, signaling for Trixie to take them the rest of the way off. He knelt to the floor and explored each new inch of flesh as it was revealed, kissing, licking, and running his hands down the back of Trixie’s legs.

As Trixie started to peel off his underwear, Katya felt an intense and unexpected new sensation that made him look away for a moment. He needed to take care of Trixie. He understood what sex was to him, and he felt a swell of privilege and gratitude to have him in his hands. Katya had always acknowledged sex as something sacred, but this felt completely new. When he turned back to face Trixie, Katya saw that he had a plug in. He looked beautiful, and Katya traced his fingers along the sides of his hips. It slowly dawned on him that Trixie had inserted the plug that evening thinking that the night would end his boyfriend, and his throat caught suddenly in a mix of lust and emotion. Without touching him there, Katya rose to his feet and wrapped one arm around Trixie’s waist in a hug with another resting on his hip. He found Trixie’s eyes in the mirror and saw a mix of uncertainty and deep desperation there.

“Do you want this?”

“I…” Trixie looked lost.

“It’s okay. Whatever you want is okay, baby.”

“I…” He moved Katya’s hand down and back as his voice faltered. “Yes. Three years. I need you.”

Katya sprang into action. He grabbed a small container of lube from his backpack and took off his own clothes as quickly as possible. He stood in front of Trixie again, and the younger man’s hands fumbled over his body to touch as much as possible right away. He let out a moan when he felt Trixie grab his length like the most natural thing in the world and begin pumping him for the first time, leaning into the touch for a moment before looking up to the taller man to kiss him again, bite lightly on his earlobe and whisper, “Get on all fours for me.”

Katya warmed up some lube in his hands and gently worked the plug out of Trixie. A primal, possessive streak flashed through him as he imagined the younger man in this position with his boyfriend. He knew the thought was in the room for both of them, and he knew it was risky, but he needed to put it all on the table.

“Did he use his hands on you first, or his mouth?” Katya asked Trixie’s reflection. His voice held a challenging note, and the younger man’s face was clouded with hurt for a moment before making the decision to respond. “He used his hands. Uses.”

Katya began licking the perimeter of Trixie’s opening slowly while massaging his thighs and spreading him even further apart.

“Does he open doors for you?”

“Sometimes.”

Katya began licking more roughly. “Mmhmm. And is he a good kisser?”

“Yyyyes.” Trixie felt drunk on his need for Katya, and on the honesty of the moment.

“Does he smoke?” Katya made his tongue stiff and dipped it deep inside. Trixie moaned loudly.

“N-no! He doesn’t smoke. And I love that.” Katya’s fingers dug into Trixie’s hips. He replaced his tongue with one, two, then three lubricated fingers moving slowly in and out, then repositioned himself so that his face was visible to Trixie in the mirror again. He saw the younger smiling at him darkly.

“Does he make you laugh?” Katya asked, crooking his fingers expertly inside Trixie and eliciting a wilder, more guttural moan. He was panting now, with one hand up on the mirror for support, but managed to answer.

“Some. Sometimes.”

“That’s right. That’s what I thought.” He crooked his fingers again, to another load moan, then removed them and teased his slick head around Trixie’s hole.

“Do you ever think of me while you’re fucking?”

He could tell immediately that this question pushed too far, and Trixie leaned away from his touch and into his forearms on the floor breathing hard. When he answered, Katya could hear the pain and hurt in his muffled voice.

“What if I do, Brian? Huh? What the fuck was I supposed to do!?” Katya wrapped an arm around his hips and pulled him back towards him gently. When he spoke again, he kissed Trixie’s shoulder and was leaning forward to speak right into his ear.

“I’m sorry.”

He re-entered Trixie gently and began grinding slowly as he spoke, a free hand pumping him in tandem with the motion.

“Does he feel like we feel?”

Trixie shivered and arched his back.

“Does anything else in your life make this much sense?

Do you know how hard I want to work at loving you, Brian?

Please look at me.”

Trixie’s eyes met his again in the mirror as the older queen filled him again and again. He kept pumping at a slow, steady rate, brushing Trixie’s prostate each time, as he spoke.

“You know me. You know it all. You know this is new for me, but that doesn’t mean it’s not real. Brian, for me, it’s all been leading to you.”

Trixie’s felt himself slowly shaking off the heaviness as his words sunk in. He committed the moment to his memory, smiling up at the truth in Katya’s bright eyes, as his body let go of its last bit of control and came in his hands. Katya followed close behind, coasting on Trixie’s happiness, and held his hips up with a strong bicep as they rode the aftershock together. Eventually, Katya crawled over to the bed to drag the bedding to the floor where they lay. He made them a makeshift pallet and pulled Trixie in close, who smiled shyly at him in the mirror.

“This is the beginning.”

Katya squeezed and bit down his neck playfully, then kissed him.

“It’s here.”

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Different Worlds (New Year, New Au) (Trixya) – Ellen Thwoorp

Summary- Katya is a misunderstood Goth who everyone thinks eats bats and Skype calls with Satan. In actuality she’s just a bit of a dork with the biggest crush on Trixie, the cheerleader. This is the story of the first time they met and how things never quite go as you expect them to.

A/N: Obligatory High School Au.

This is the first installation of my ‘New Year, New Au Series’. I’m challenging myself with a bunch of random AU oneshots because my usual is long multichapter fics. The more random the Au the more I like it so things might get a bit crazy. Enjoy! (These will likely all be lesbian Au because I find Brian and Brian hard to write but we’ll see.)

Katya took a drag from her cigarette as she watched the football players run around the pitch from her spot just beneath the bleachers. She chose this spot for two very important reasons. The first being that the teachers couldn’t see her smoking here. The second, and most important, reason was that it had the best view of the cheerleaders without compromising reason one. Although in actuality she only had interest in one specific cheerleader. The beautiful, bubbly Barbie doll that was Trixie Mattel. The girl had moved up from Massachusetts just over a year ago after her mother remarried and immediately stolen Katya little black heart.

Katya knew that they were an almost laughable match. There she stood with her unevenly braided black and blonde hair decorated with large bat clips finished with googly eyes. She was text book weirdo Goth. Heavy black eyeliner and all. Trixie was the brightest explosion of pinks and fluff and cuddly kittens. Not to mention Trixie was popular. Everyone liked her. Katya wasn’t so lucky. When her family first emigrated her English wasn’t great which prevented her from making many friends. People mostly seemed to either look down at her or were afraid of her now. This was most likely due to all the rumours. Some of which were true, some of which were ridiculous but that didn’t seem to stop people believing them.

Her long layered black skirt brushed the top her platform boots as she shifted her weight, resting her elbow against her hip. She imagined what people would think if her and Trixie were to walk down the corridor hand in hand. What would people think of her then? Not that that was going to happen anyway. First Trixie would have to know she existed, which Katya was fairly sure she didn’t. And even if she did she probably thought she was a freak.

That didn’t stop her though. She was stuck on this girl. She had been for over a year and it didn’t show any sign of stopping anytime soon.

That was when one of Katya’s actual nightmares came true. One of the practicing players kicked the ball sending it hurtling towards the bleachers. It hit the ground with a thud and rolled. The players sighed, pushing their friend with jibes about not being able to kick for shit.

“I’ll get it.” Trixie shouted behind her as the football rolled under the bleachers. Katya panicked as the football hit the toe of her fake platform Doc Martens. Maybe if she kicked it now Trixie wouldn’t even-

“Oh, hello.”

Never mind.

“H-hi.” Katya stuttered, almost dropping her cigarette after forgetting it was between her lips. She took it from her mouth, holding it behind her back with her shaky hands. This wasn’t happening. All the times she’d crafted their first proper meeting, laid in bed at night, pretending they weren’t part of two different worlds. This was going to be a disaster. She had never seen Trixie be cruel towards anyone the way some of the other cheerleaders could be, but that didn’t mean she was chums with people like Katya. She was kind and beautiful and laughed a lot and it honestly made Katya want to cry with the sheer honesty of it all.

“Oh, I love your shoes.” The other blonde commented as she stooped gracefully to pick up the ball. Katya blinked, her brain proving that it was in fact just a pound of lunch meat as it refused to function. She could do this. For god sake, she’d been dreaming of the opportunity to talk to this girl. She would say something profound. Something devastatingly poetic that would make the other girl swoon.

“Really?” Katya blinked looking down at the boots she’d painted herself. So much for profound, she thought as she kicked herself. Trixie smiled at her, flipping her long ponytail over her shoulder.

“Totally, I’d prefer them in pink though.” Trixie leant forward, whispering as though it was some kind of secret the girl wore basically nothing but pink. It was certainly no secret she hated the cheer uniforms for their deep shade of green and white. She never wore her uniform around school like most of the other girls. Katya thought she looked quite dashing in green but pink was much more Trixie. “Hang on.” She added, turning and throwing the ball hard across to the boys on the team. Katya tried to hide the pain on her face as the cigarette burnt her finger. She dropped it to the ground and squashed it with her foot, kicking it away, while the other girl was distracted. Trixie turned back with a smile.

“Wow, with a throw like that you should be on the team.” The Russian commented, surprised by the girls upper body strength.

“Eh, it’s too violent for my liking.” She shrugged. “So where did you get those and do they do them in different colours?”

“Um, my mum got them for me online and I painted them.” Katya confessed, pulling on one of her long braids behind her back. She hated that it made her feel bad to confess they didn’t have a whole lot of money. It felt like people judged her.

“Wait, you did these?!” Trixie gasped, ducking down again to look at the boots more closely. “Wow, you’re really talented.” She said enthusiastically, touching a painting of a floating eyeball with wings.

“You think so?”

“Yeah, they’re amazing.”

“I could do you some if you like.” Katya blurted out twisting the end of her braid around her fingers. For a moment Katya wished she could reach out and snatch the words from the air where they hung but then Trixie looked up at her. She had a bright and surprisingly hopeful smile on her face.

“Really?! Would you paint me different things on them?”

“Like Barbie and hearts and a sassy little cat who don’t take nobodies shit.” The Russian suggested, pretending she’d never drawn or designed anything for the girl. Smiling as though there wasn’t a book of sketches and silly designs surrounded by hearts hidden under her bed.

“Oh. My. God. You get me.” She laughed, getting Katya to turn her boot so she could see them better. Katya laughed as well, her stomach doing a little flip as Trixie’s fingers touched her exposed ankle.

“Trixie what’s taking you so-” A voice called, abruptly stopping as Brenda came around the bleachers. She took in the scene in front of her and wrinkled her nose. “I’d watch yourself in that position around her.” Trixie stood with a frown.

“What do you mean?”

“She’s a dyke. Everyone knows she’s got a wide on for you. Don’t get too close.” Katya’s blood ran cold as she watched this girl she barely knew lay out her heart and dissect it for Trixie to see. She swallowed, eyes darting around looking for an escape.

“Why would you say something like that?” Trixie asked, her voice sound indignant as she stared at the other girl.

“It’s true. She’s always staring at you. David saw her drawing you in her sketchbook in biology.” Brenda insisted, looking at Katya with barely veiled disgust. “She’s freaky Trix, you don’t want to spend time with the likes of her.” She added, flipping her hair.

“That’s horrible.”

“I know right?!” She snorted as a tear dripped from Katya’s eye. She wiped it away quickly. She should have known. God, she was so stupid. If she slipped away now they might not even notice. She took a slow step back, only to halted by a hand on her arm.

“No, you’re horrible! That was cruel.” Trixie clarified, looking at her friend as though she’d never even met her before.

“Trix she’s-” The cheerleader began, looked just as shocked by the situation as Katya was.

“Don’t talk to me. Go away.” The blonde snapped, waving a careless hand towards the other cheerleader.

“C’mon Trixie.”

“I swear to God if you talk to me again I will tell, and yes I mean that thing.” She threatened, staring the other girl down. Brenda took a step back, shaking her head in disbelief.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“You’re such a bitch.” Brenda snapped, turning on her heel and storming off.

“I’m sorry about her.” Trixie apologised, leading Katya to sit on the nearby bench below the bleachers. “What she did was shitty. Please don’t cry.” She said gently, rubbing Katya’s arm as black streaked down her pale face.

“I’m so embarrassed.” Katya confessed quietly, avoiding eye contact with the other girl as heat filled her cheeks.

“Here I know what’ll stop you crying. Knock knock.” Trixie said, clapping her hands cheerfully.

“Who’s there?”

“Little old lady.”

“Little old lady who?“

"I didn’t know you could yodel.” Trixie replied excitedly, holding her hands out in what appeared to be jazz hands. Katya frowned at her in confusion for about thirty seconds before she suddenly got the joke. Her shoulders sagged as she let out a sigh deep from within her soul. Trixie began to giggle.

“Oh my god that was supposed to stop me crying? It makes me want to weep even more.” Katya snorted, unable to fight the laugh as Trixie continued to giggle.

“It was pretty fucking stupid.” She conceded, nudging Katya’s shoulder. “But at least now we’re both embarrassed.” A small smile touched Katya’s lips at the affectionate gesture. She chanced a quick look at the other girl, accidentally catching her eye.

“I should really get back to practice.” The cheerleader said with a sigh turning to look through the benches behind them. The cheer squad seemed to be having quite an animated conversation, with several of the girls looking over in their direction. No prizes for guessing who they were talking about. Trixie turned back and stood but didn’t leave. “Um, is what they say about you true?”

“What specifically? People say a lot of things.” Katya snorted, looking up at the other girl.

“That you like girls.” Trixie clarified, raising her eyebrows. Katya sighed and pulled out her packet of cigarettes.

“Yeah, that’s true.” She nodded, trying to look as though she wasn’t on the cusp of a heart murmur caused by this line of questioning.

“What about the other thing?”

“I never ate a bat.” Katya groaned, letting her head fall back. She didn’t even know where that came from.

“No not that, although that is a relief.” Trixie laughed, twirling the end of her long ponytail around her finger. “I mean the thing about liking me.”

“I- um.” Katya stuttered, looking down at the ground to avoid looking at the other girl at all. She squeezed the lace of her dress where it was bunched up in her hand as she felt heat fill her cheeks. Her face was going to bright red, she stressed as her eyes shut tightly. Swallowing thickly, she nodded, preparing herself for heart break. She was already mentally counting the money in her pocket to figure out if she could afford the biggest tub of ice-cream they sold at the nearby convenience shop.

“Good.” Trixie said brightly.

“Good?” Katya asked, prying one eye open to look at the other girl. “Really?”

“Would you like to go out and get some coffee with me? Maybe we can talk more about these boots? Maybe you can come around mine after, we can design a little.”

“Design…” Katya repeated, somehow not managing to fathom the words coming from the other girl’s mouth. This couldn’t be happening.

“Or at least that what I hear the kids calling it these days.” Trixie winked. Now this was too crazy.

“Wait, hang on either I’m having a really good dream or I slipped down a rabbit hole on the way to school.” Katya said, putting her hands on either side of her head in confusion. “You’re saying that not only are you a lesbian but you want to go out for coffee with me and design a custom pair of boots with me whilst potentially doing other more adult based activities?” She asked almost incredulously. This sort of thing didn’t happen. This was some night-time fantasy, Glee level shit. Things don’t just work out like this do they?

“No.” The cheerleader snorted, quickly continuing as she noticed something in Katya’s eyes begin to fade. “I’m saying I’m bisexual and I want you to go on a coffee date with me and maybe do the other more adult based activities, the boots are just something extra.”

“Right. Ok. Oh my god, um yes, I love you.” Katya rambled, disbelief clear on her face. Trixie blinked. The Russian’s blood ran cold when she realised what she said. “I mean I’d love to.” She corrected quickly, nudging the ground beneath her to see if she could find a spot soft enough to swallow her whole. Trixie blushed, smoothing a hand over her ponytail bashfully.

“Fabulous. We’re friends on Facebook yeah?”

“Yeah.” Katya replied, remembering the day Trixie sent her a friends request on Facebook and she’d danced through the house to Cyndi Lauper until her parents had come home and walked in on her. That had been embarrassing. They’d insisted to know why she was so happy. After she begrudgingly told them they became insufferable, asking her almost every day how Trixie was until one day Katya just cried at the dinner table. She knew they weren’t trying to rub it in, they only wanted her to be happy but it hurt to be reminded of it all the time.

Oh my God, she would have to tell her parents when she got home that she was going on a date with her. They were going to flip.

“Great, I’ll message you later.” The cheerleader said with a nod. The way she said it, it sounded like a promise.

“Ok.”

“Cool, bye.” She smiled, waggling her fingers as she turned to leave. The girl looked behind her once again, shooting Katya a surprisingly shy smile before stepping out into the sun.

“Bye.” Katya waved, watching the girl bouncing out of sight as she joined the other cheerleaders. “I love you.” She breathed, blinking rapidly as she tried to fathom what on Earth had just happened. She lit another cigarette as she slouched back on the bench and tried to organise her thoughts.

Trixie Mattel, love of her life, her everything that didn’t even know she existed, just asked her on a date. This couldn’t be happening. She pinched her arm. Ouch! That definitely felt real. A small caterpillar caught her eye as it crawled along the bench she was sat on. She looked around her before leaning in to the creature.

“Who are you?” She whispered, this was her final reality check. If she really was down a rabbit hole this caterpillar was about to pull out a hookah pipe and be quite rude to her. Nothing. “Listen mate, if this is an acid trip do something weird if not just keep crawling.” The caterpillar just kept crawling. It came to sudden stop when Katya let out a whoop and clapped her hand.

“What’s got you so happy and why were you talking to a caterpillar?” Ginger asked as she walked over to her friend. The girl was a year older than her and already had a lit cigarette between her fingers.

“This is real. She is real and we are real.”

And that’s how the local Russian Goth got the local Barbie cheerleader.

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Check You Out - Chapter 2 - May

A/N: so I wasn’t planning to update this before the end of the year as I’m away, but the first chapter got so much more positive feedback than I expected, and I had a bunch of ideas-so I’m back, back, back again with a new chapter.

As anyone who’s ever worked in retail will tell you, Christmas is probably the worst time of the year, so I figured I may as well write the queens in the supermarket during the season, since there’s plenty of inspiration 😂

Once again, I’d love to hear any feedback so let me know what you think! 💝

Bianca was not a morning person, which is why it had always confused her as to why she had the opening shift most days. She hated opening the doors, and putting on the radio, and making sure everything was in order. Worst of all, she hated dealing with the customers in the early morning who were either hungover or half asleep or both, the customers who would ask where to find frozen peas while she stood in the freezer aisle.

Idiots, she thought, every single one of them.

Although there was one person who Bianca could stand, which was odd, as Bianca prided herself on being better than everyone else. Every morning she would come in, eye makeup smudged halfway down her face where she clearly hadn’t removed it from the wild night before, with giant bags under her eyes. She’d stopped asking where to find the Berocca now, but the green-haired girl would always stop at Bianca’s checkout before trudging to grab her single bottle.

It had almost become a routine. Bianca would open the store, and almost precisely five minutes later, the green haired girl would stagger in, smile at Bianca, then make her purchase. And today was no exception.

“I love your reindeer ears,” said the girl. Bianca rolled her eyes at the comment towards the headband she’d been forced to wear. “Really queen? You want to judge me in the state you’re in?” “I’m not in a state. I just had a slightly late night.” “You look like a mess. Do you have a home? A job? A name?” “Party,” the girl responded, grabbing her Berocca, and sauntering off. “And I do have a name. Adore Delano. Follow my Instagram.” •••• “Sharon,” said Phi Phi, her voice coming dangerously close to snapping. “Put on the goddamned hat,” she said, using her best customer service voice, attempting to control the exasperation she felt. Sharon raised an eyebrow and responded through a half smile that was more of a challenge than a smile. “No.” Phi Phi bunched the Santa hat in her outstretched hand into a fist and quickly counted to three, inhaling deeply. “You have to wear it, it’s Christmas, all the staff have to wear a festive costume. Trust me, I hate it just as much as you do,” she said, attempting to make her tone seem reasonable. Sharon grabbed the hat and for a fleeting second Phi Phi thought she’d won.

Instead, Sharon opened her hand and dropped the polyester hat into the trash can next to her. “I need you to wear the hat Sharon! It reflects badly on me if you don’t,” hissed Phi Phi, feeling the vein on her neck pulse. “You can’t always get what you want, can you?” replied Sharon. “Tough luck.”

Gritting her teeth, Phi Phi figured the best way to spite the new employee would be to make her life hell for the next five hours. “Just go. You’re on lane 7.” “That one’s conveyer doesn’t work,” complained Sharon. “What a shame. You can’t always get what you want can you?” responded Phi Phi, smirking, and she turned to reopen her checkout. She served a balding middle aged man and as she threw out the unwanted receipt she saw Sharon still standing to her right, this time with the Santa hat perched rakishly on her head, in an obvious attempt to still look cool while wearing the costume.

Phi Phi had to admit, red was a god colour on Sharon. The spot of colour against the creamy skin and dark uniform was not unappealing, and Phi Phi found herself becoming a little distracted by the other. “Can I please not have lane 7,” asked Sharon, “I don’t want to deal with that conveyer.” Phi Phi blushed, and sighed, a half smile on her face. “Take 6 then.” Sharon’s eyes widened in surprise, and she smiled toothily at Phi Phi, her relief at not having the dodgy till outweighing the hatred she felt to the job. “Thank you so much,” said Sharon as she picked up the till and went over to her register, Phi Phi watching her go the whole way. •••• Pearl struggled down the aisle, wincing at the squeaky trolley’s wheel screaming on the floor. Crossing the final item off the extensive list she’d been given she cursed her mother for making her do the shopping. Heaving the trolley in a u-turn, knocking off a couple of cans of tinned tomatoes of the shelf, she steered the trolley into Violet’s checkout, the location of which she already knew from walking past it a bunch of times, trying to be surreptitious.

“Hi, how are you today?” “I’m good thanks,” mumbled Pearl, not making eye contact. “It’s Pearl right?” asked Violet. “I’m sorry?” “Your name, it’s Pearl right?” “Oh, yeah.” “Sorry, you’re just here so often I feel like we’ve kind of gotten to know each other without saying too much.” Pearl made a noncommittal noise, and they lapsed into silence punctuated by the beep of a new item being scanned.

“Sorry about all the stuff,” she said, gesticulating at the packed conveyer, “my mother made me go out and get everything and honestly it’s been the worst day of my life.” “Are you in charge of Christmas lunch?” asked the cashier. “Oh god no, I’d have no idea where to even start with all this!” Pearl replies, her heart beginning to beat faster at the conversation she was maintaining. “What about you?” Violet sighs before responding. “I don’t really do the whole Christmas lunch celebration thing. I guess a bunch of friends and I will just go out to a club or something.” She smiled almost wickedly. “If you’re bored with your family you should come along.”

Pearl laughs, but inside her internal monologue is just screaming. Had Violet just asked her out? She knew it wasn’t helpful, but she’d already begun imagining possible ways she could sneak out of lunch, and meet up with Violet and her friends.

Stop, she thought, scanning her credit card. You can’t just ditch your family on Christmas.

But looking back as she struggled out of the store, she could see how she just might be able to find the motivation to. •••• At any time during the year, the deli counter was manageable. There was a decent amount of staff, and demand was relatively constant. Willam could use the words “under control”, which were usually not common words for her.

Christmas however brought out a strange side of humanity. Not only had most of her staff called in “sick” or gone away, it seemed as though every single inhabitant on the town and the neighbouring state wanted a ham or a turkey or a lamb roast. It was safe to say control had gone out the window quite a while ago.

Usually Willam could handle Christmas season, but with only one other staff member, her best friend Alaska, Willam felt like she was drowning this year.

“Babe I need to take a break,” said Alaska during a brief lull of customers. “I’ve been flat out all day, please can I have ten minutes?” “I don’t know if I can deal on my own for long. People are savages right now,” replied Willam. “I know, and I’m sorry,” responded Alaska, “but can you get anyone else?” Willam scanned the store, seeing all the checkout staff busy, although Violet seemed to be flirting with a customer, as usual. The only person available in the store made Willam’s heart sink. Courtney.

“Courtney’s not busy. Get her to help,” suggested Alaska, waving her over. “Um sugar no. One, she’s a vegan, we work in the meat department. Two, we hate each other. Not going to happen.” “Hatred is fuelled by secret burning passion,” responded Alaska, smirking. “You’re delusional,” responded Willam, rolling her eyes as Courtney made her way over to the deli counter.

“What’s up?” she asked in her Australian accent. “We’re flooded here, I need a break, can you step in for a sec,” responded Alaska. Courtney raised an eyebrow, and Willam shot Alaska an I-told-you-so look. “Sure, what do you need?” responded Courtney, surprising Willam, “I mean if I could not touch the meat that’d be good but I can do the till if that works.” Willam didn’t have to look at Alaska to know there was an I-told-you-so look now directed at her. “You’re a lifesaver Court,” Alaska said as she ducked out from behind the counter.

“You really are,” said Willam after a period of silence as the barricade of humans looking for their Christmas dinner approached. “A lifesaver, I mean.” “I wasn’t going to see you struggle on your own,” said Courtney, not looking at Willam. “Plus Alaska really needed that break.” Willam smiled, and as she reached for the next ham she looked at Courtney and didn’t take her eyes off the other blonde as she wrapped the meat.

Goddamnit. Maybe Alaska was right. •••• “You know, Mariah Carey has a lovely voice and all,” remarked Katya, as All I Want For Christmas began playing through the empty store for the third time that night, “but if I have to hear her tell me there’s just one thing she needs one more time, I’m going to shove an entire box of candy canes up her arse.” “So like a normal December Saturday evening for you,” responded Trixie. Katya laughed throatily, and Trixie’s heart skipped a beat, proud that she’d been able to make Katya laugh.

“Seriously though,” said the Russian, pulling on one of her ratty blonde pigtails. “Why do they feel the need to blast the same ten Christmas carols on repeat? Like we get it Christmas is coming, now shut up!” “Aw don’t you like them,” responded Trixie, “don’t you want to get festive?” Katya stopped, and looked Trixie. “There’s nothing wrong with being ‘festive’,” she responded, putting air quotation marks around the phrase, “but it’s ridiculous the way they just blast them over and over. Give it half an hour and you’ll be complaining too sugar.” Trixie shrugged in response. “Probably.” “Because the carols you hear, aren’t always that new,” shot back Katya, giggling hysterically at her own joke.

Trixie just rolled her eyes, but smiled, and wondered how she’d become so attached to this crazy woman.

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