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spicysix · 2 months

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girls make me wanna die

"the way we met not so unique / on the internet we make up things / a different story every person we see i'm writing poems and they're all online / under a different name, nothing like mine / i tried to tell her once, on a drunken night / but it came out all fucked like a bad pickup line i don't know when i fell. she doesn't know as well"

rating: T warnings: Eddie's trans in this fic, it's not a major plot point but it is a major Eddie characteristic heh. also, this is an Edancy fic, meaning Eddie and Nancy and i know that's not everyone's cup of tea so please for the love of god if you're not interested in this pairing, keep that to yourself, scroll the page, leave the fic untouched. don't like, don't read, all the maners. i think that's it word count: 6.1k author's note: fic idea and title from the song of the same name by The Aces. written for Lex's Spicy Six Summer Fanwork Challenge, for the prompt "rooftops". yes, i know i'm a little bit late (just six months), but it is Summer where i live right now so i think it still counts lmao. thanks again for hosting @thefreakandthehair ♡ also super thanks to my beautiful betas robin (@ronancevibes) and frankie (@blubblesandink) ♡

↳ read on ao3

I DON’T KNOW WHEN I FELL

The first time Eddie saw her, she thought she was a mirage.

It was Steve’s birthday party, and since the guy was still as popular as he used to be in high school, his house was packed. Eddie hadn’t seen her when she first arrived, and she later found out it was because she had been upstairs finishing getting ready with Robin.

But as she came down the stairs, all dolled up, a true femme divinity of Eddie’s most sapphic dreams, the neon lights were hitting her just right in a way that encompassed her with pink, purple and blue all around and it was one of the prettiest sights Eddie had ever seen. Eddie stood right at the end of the stairs and stared up at her, jaw on the floor, probably drooling all over her chin.

She probably could’ve fallen right then and there.

If she hadn’t looked at Eddie, still standing dumbly in the way, up and down with her eyes narrowed and lips turned down into a frown before she opened them to say, with the most velvet smooth, passive-aggressive voice Eddie had ever heard:

“Can you move?”

It wasn’t a request. It was a demand.

Eddie kinda wanted to bitch-slap her for it, but her own body betrayed her as she moved out of the way instantly and she smiled at her — almost fondly, but venomous, also all passive-aggressive and, honestly? Delicious.

“Thank you, sweetheart.”

Eddie was pissed off and aroused to her deepest corners, and she would later find out that it wouldn’t be the first time Nancy Wheeler would piss her off and still have her do whatever she demanded with that silky way of hers.

Eddie didn’t see her anymore at all after that at the party, and still had no idea who she was for a whole week before she ran into Robin at the grocery store. She asked her who the girl was, describing her looks and clothes. She tried not to be too obvious about her annoyance and also attraction to the mystery girl, and she thought she succeeded because Robin didn’t shoot her one of her bombastic side eyes.

“Oh! Short curly bob, about yay high?” Robin asked, gesturing somewhere around her chin level. Eddie nodded as she turned to pick up some sugar. “Yeah, that’s Nancy.”

Eddie stopped with her hand mid-reach. “Steve’s ex, Nancy?” she asked.

“The one and only,” Robin snickered and Eddie blinked a few times in shock before proceeding with her shopping.

Eddie thought she knew a lot about the infamous Nancy Wheeler, because she had befriended Steve right after Nancy had broken his pure little himbo heart, almost eight years before. She knew Steve and Nancy had worked things out and were friendly now, but didn’t know they were friendly enough for Steve to invite her to his birthday. She shared those thoughts with Robin, who chuckled teasingly.

“Oh, sweet summer child. You have no idea of the intricacies of our friend group, do you?”

That was true. Eddie knew of Steve and Robin’s friend group from their hometown and she knew that it was a whole beautiful mess off queerness, but she hadn’t met anyone but Robin so far, even with the almost eight years of friendship with Steve — and probably only knew her because Steve and Robin were glued at the hip. She knew of Nancy, and of Jonathan, and of course, knewRobin’s girlfriend Vickie, but didn’t know what their intricacies were.

She was honestly a little scared to ask at that point, so she just shrugged and Robin and her continued their shopping talking of other stuff from then on.

She saw Nancy again a couple of months after Steve’s party, because then it was Vickie’s birthday party, and at least this time Chrissy was able to go so Eddie wouldn’t have to be stuck to Robin the whole night.

“I’m so glad I’m not missing this one. I mean, Vickie’s a great girl and of course she’s the main reason, but that Jon boy was looking delicious in the pics Steve posted and I’m so sad I missed seeing him looking like that,” she was rambling on and on about her crush as she reapplied lip gloss on the way to the bar Vickie chose to have her small party at. “Did you meet him at all?”

“No, I only saw him passing by. He did look good, smelled amazing too,” Eddie replied with a grin.

“Ugh, you’re no good as a best friend. You know I’ve been in love with him ever since Steve posted that picture last November! You had to befriend him!” she complained but she had a smile on her shiny pink lips.

“You can’t be in love with him, bitch, you don’t even know him,” Eddie replied.

“I so can, bitch. I feel it in my tits,” Chrissy ended the discussion as the Uber parked in front of the bar, and they left it laughing loudly after thanking the driver. “In my heart, I mean. Under the tits. If he’s not here today I’ll leave immediately!”

“I’ll tell the birthday girl you said that,” Eddie sing-sang as she started walking faster towards the bar entrance. Chrissy yelled after her as they walked through the doors still laughing.

To Chrissy’s delight, the Jon boy was there in all his scrawny glory where he sat across from Vickie at the table they reserved for the birthday. Vickie was excitedly talking to him about something, gesturing all around her as Robin looked at her with pathetic heart shaped eyes. Nancy, sitting beside Jonathan, was also paying attention.

No, she was not the first person Eddie noticed.

Eddie and Chrissy approached the table and Steve lit up at the sight of them from where he was sitting on the other side of Vickie.

“There they are! My favorite sapphics club is complete!” he was getting up from his seat as he talked, and Vickie wrapped up her story before getting up to greet them too.

Jonathan turned to Nancy and they whispered between them, and Eddie would’ve thought they were talking about Vickie’s story if Nancy hadn’t shot her a look from over Jonathan’s shoulder. He then looked over too and smirked before turning back to Nancy and saying something that made her hide a laugh behind her wrist.

“Why do you surround yourself with so many sapphics anyway?” Chrissy asked as she and Steve separated from their embrace, and Eddie finally tore her look away from Nancy and Jonathan to hug Vickie tightly.

“It’s the ally in me,” Steve answered and it got him a slap from his favorite sapphic who had also gotten up to greet the newcomers.

“You’re literally queer too,” Robin said as she made grabby hands at Chrissy for her own hug. Steve just cackled and shrugged.

They finished their greetings session and both Eddie and Chrissy handed Vickie their gifts — a matching set of earrings and a necklace — before walking back to the table. Aside from them, Jonathan and Nancy, there were only a couple more people that were introduced as Vickie’s work friends.

“Nice to finally get your name,” Nancy said with a smirk when Vickie introduced her to Eddie.

Eddie narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t ask for it when you were bossing me around like a bitch last time.” Eddie didn’t made clear who the bitch was. It was on purpose.

Nancy’s smile only widened with her answer as Jonathan hid a snort behind a cough.

“She tends to do that,” Steve said as he pulled a chair for Chrissy to sit at beside him.

“Excuse me?” Nancy asked, but she was still clearly being playful.

“Yeah, no, he’s right,” Jonathan said before sipping on whatever drink he had.

Nancy rolled her stupidly beautiful blue eyes. “Love when my exes team up against me.”

Eddie thankfully wasn’t drinking anything yet or she would’ve choked on liquid, and that would be worse than choking on thin air —which she did.

“What?” one of Vickie’s coworkers thankfully asked, and all of the long-time friends laughed together.

“Oh, isn’t that a long story…” Vickie giggled to her friend who just shrugged:

“We do have all night.”

Long story short, they all had had relationships in some way.

Not like Eddie or Chrissy could judge, since they both met Steve on different nights out and they both hooked up with him in the respective back alleys of the clubs they were in, and Chrissy and Robin were definitely flirting before Robin went all monogamist-serious with Vickie. And they wouldn’t judge even if it didn’t make them hypocrites because there was nothing wrong with all that anyway, but that’s an obvious statement.

But none of their things with each other had been serious or even consummated, meanwhile it was kind of funny that Nancy dated Steve and then Jonathan, and Jonathan dated Argyle who had been in the bathroom and appeared in the middle of the story, and who was now on his journey to woo Steve into a relationship, and Nancy and Robin also had a fling at some point and so did Jonathan and Steve.

Eddie felt tired at the end of the retelling and she had been sitting down the whole time.

“Ah yes, the amazing queer experience,” Vickie’s coworker who had initially asked commented at the end of it all.

They all laughed at that and the coworker — Eddie really didn’t get their name — waved a bartender over for some shots. Once they were delivered and everyone had gotten one, Coworker started a toast.

“To Vickie, and her hometown friends who all fucked each other!” they toasted, and everyone laughed louder as they clinked their tiny cups together before throwing the shots back.

Those were just the first shots of many that night, each round with a more ridiculous toast to accompany the ‘To Vickie’ one every time.

After a few hours Chrissy was best friends with Vickie’s coworkers, and Eddie still had no idea what their names were, and instead had found her way in between Jonathan and Argyle as they all talked about photography, an art they all shared their love for. Jonathan was actually a photographer himself. The talk went from classic photography, analog to digital, and just as they started talking about Instagram accounts, Chrissy stopped by, whispered something right by Jonathan’s ear that made him blush, and they left together. Eddie and Argyle traded knowing looks and continued the conversation without the person who had begun it, and soon Nancy took Jonathan’s seat instead.

“What’s the talk?” she asked while sipping her fruity cocktail that Argyle then took from her and drank before answering.

“Our favorite Instagram accounts. We were talking about photography, but…”

“Oh!” Nancy took her phone from the pocket of her dress — a dress with pockets, amazing; Eddie thought — and opened the app. “It’s not photography, but this one is my favorite of all times. It’s so inspiring to me,” she said as she found the profile she was looking for and then turned the screen for Eddie and Argyle to look at.

Eddie had a really hard time trying not to choke on thin air for the second time that evening.

The profile Nancy was showing was a poet’s page, by the name of M.W. and who posted small, handwritten poems with a beige and brown color palette, a drawn sheet ghost as their profile picture. Clearly anonymous, even with hundreds of thousands of followers, the person behind the poems and the page didn’t want people to know who they were.

The person behind the poems and the page was Eddie.

“What-” Eddie tried to talk, failed, cleared her throat and tried again, “What do you like about it?”

Nancy got this look on her face that Eddie hadn’t seen before so far. Something fond and sweet, her blue eyes like pools Eddie wanted to drown in. Her smile was wide and it turned her face to something entirely different, all the sharpness and sarcastic expressions Eddie had been graced with so far transforming into earnest softness.

“I’m a journalist, and I love writing and sharing stories. Poems have always been something I wouldn’t do, because they all seemed so hard and too complex and I always thought ‘normal’ people couldn’t do them,” she explained, looking Eddie in the eye the whole time. She was like Medusa, and Eddie was trapped paralyzed under her stare but with no intention of leaving any time soon. “And then all these modern poets came around on social media, and they have always spoken to me in some ways, but Emme…” She looked down at her phone screen again, that same soft look that made Eddie’s brain short-circuit. “I don’t know what it is, but they talk to me so personally. I love everything they write. They are delicate with words without losing their candidness, and forthright without losing their gentleness. I just… I’m very impressed and inspired by them.”

Maybe it was then.

Eddie, of course, had no idea what to answer to that. She received comments and messages every day about how her writing helped and affected people, but it had never happened in person because no one knew who she was. That was different. Nancy’s words echoed right into her chest, making it swell with pride, but she didn’t know how to respond. She just stared at the girl before her, hoping her expression wasn’t giving her away.

“That’s so nice, dude. They’re really nice poems,” Argyle said as he rolled through M’s feed. “Do you not like them, Eddie?” he asked, and Eddie shook her head to get out of her wandering thoughts before glancing at the screen Argyle was showing her.

She didn’t need to look too hard, she knew every single poem there by heart.

She shrugged. “I don’t… think too hard about poems, I guess,” she lied without thinking, already trying to come up with other topics she could suggest to stir the conversation before she admitted anything.

The only person who knew she was the one behind M.W. was Chrissy, and Eddie wasn’t ready to make it public — probably never would be. The words were too personal, open windows to her soul that she carefully curated, that she poured so much of herself into and she wasn’t ready to share the backstage of.

Eddie saw as Nancy’s eyes hardened again, as she shut her jaw firmly and she felt immediately sorry for her lie. She didn’t want Nancy to retreat, she liked seeing her vulnerable side. The side of Nancy that related to Eddie’s own vulnerability, even if she didn’t know it.

“Too bad.” And then she gave Eddie that sneering look, the same as she did from her superior level at the stairs of Steve’s house, that up-and-down look that made Eddie’s face turn into a scowl instantly.

Both their jaws clenched and they narrowed their eyes at the same time and stared at each other for what felt like hours, but was probably less than a minute, before getting up to walk to different directions, headed to different groups of other people to talk to.

“What the hell happened, man?” Argyle whispered softly to himself as he was left alone with all the tension still hanging in the air.

Eddie replayed that conversation in her head for many days after Vickie’s birthday. The gnawing feeling in the bottom of her stomach that threatened to burn her from the inside out appeared every other hour.

Why the fuck did she lie about not liking poems?

She didn’t have to tell them the truth about being M.W., but she could still have said something nice about Nancy’s passion for the poems. Not dismiss it completely, making it seem like she was a total bitch, causing Nancy to go back into her distrust, closing the doors to her vulnerability. Making Nancy think Eddie had no interest in her interests at all, like she was still holding a grudge over nothing, like they couldn’t bond over something they both loved.

The what-ifs and the should-haves kept eating at Eddie’s brain, sometimes so strongly that it was overwhelming, and she didn’t relax even a little bit about it for almost three weeks, when she met Chrissy for their monthly brunch together.

“What’s up with you today?” was the first question Chrissy asked over their mimosas, no need to be at Eddie’s side for long to realize that something was giving her anxiety.

It caused Eddie’s shoulders to slump down and her throat to get a little less constricted. Just knowing Chrissy cared enough about her to notice the small signs of her distress made some of the fog in her brain dissipate. It was easy to tell her everything after that, the scene she had caused, the disappointment in Nancy’s eyes, the way it made Eddie feel like shit. Chrissy heard it all quietly, attentively, as if Eddie’s life depended on it because she knew that Eddie felt like it did at the high of her anxiety.

“I think you like her more than you care to admit,” Chrissy answered at the end of it all.

Eddie didn’t like that Chrissy’s mind went straight into that area instead of comforting Eddie, but she rationally knew that Chrissy wouldn’t bring that up if it wasn’t relevant.

“Chris, I don’t even know her-”

Chrissy interrupted. “And I think you should be honest with her.”

“I can’t tell her-”

She did it again. “I’m not telling you to come out to her as Emme, I’m only saying you could honestly tell her she makes you kinda nervous and you stumbled over your words near her, and you said things you didn’t mean because you couldn’t think through.”

“Can you stop interrupting me!” Eddie whined. “Oh, so I just have to make a fool of myself in front of her? Solid advice, Chris, thanks.”

“Why’d you ask for my help if you’re gonna complain about what I say?” She asked, swirling her cup around.

“I didn’t ask for your help, Chrissy!” Eddie all but shouted, her voice a raspy tone, and Chrissy stopped mid-movement. Eddie instantly regretted it. “Sorry. I’m so sorry. Ugh, I’m so stressed out over nothing.”

She hid her face behind her hand, embarrassment making her cheeks burn up, but she soon felt Chrissy’s cool hand on top of her own. It was soothing once again.

“Sorry I pushed too. It’s not nothing, Eddie, I swear. I still think you can be a little more honest with her if you ever see her again, though,” Chrissy still advised.

“Maybe you’re right. I’ll think about it,” Eddie answered.

“And I still think you like Nancy more than you want to admit,” Chrissy continued.

Eddie let her hands fall from her face and stared into Chrissy’s blue pools. They reminded her of other blue pools.

Nancy’s pool blue eyes hardening over Eddie’s words, the way her jaw shut tight, the clinical look she shot at her. Nancy’s pool blue eyes softening over talking about Eddie’s words, the blush on her cheeks, the adoring speech she gave about Eddie’s soul without even knowing.

“Yeah, maybe you’re right about that too,” Eddie finally admitted.

Maybe it was then.

Summer was approaching and as the temperatures started to rise Steve hyped them all up for a lake day. Eddie took Chrissy, Robin, Vickie and Jonathan in her van; and Steve, Argyle and Nancy went in his car. They all brought snacks and smuggled drinks amongst card games and inflatable buoys.

The lake wasn’t packed because summer vacations still hadn’t started and the middle schoolers, high schoolers and college students still weren’t free to enjoy the scalding Sun and the cold water, so Steve’s idea was great after all.

Eddie waited until the Sun wasn’t at its peak to venture under its rays, because she was as pale as a vampire and the Sun was a menace to her just the same as it was to the blood-sucking monsters. She’d burn instantly. So she covered herself in sunblock, hid under the shadow of a big tree with one of Wayne’s old caps on her head and a book in her hands, and watched as her group of people had their fun.

Steve and Chrissy were playing with a volleyball in the sand, while Argyle and Vickie went against Jonathan and Robin in a game of chicken in the water with Nancy as the referee. Eddie had fun people-watching, and when it came to some of her new favorite people it was even better.

As midday approached, they all gathered under the barely-there shadow to eat their snacks and escape the dangerous Sun beams at their high. Argyle had some pre-baked space brownies for dessert and they all shared stories and laughed about nonsense. Eddie felt happy that she and Chrissy were finally being more included into the lives of Steve and Robin, and that their friends came along. It felt like they had always belonged there, as a full group. It was amazing.

When both the Sun and Eddie weren’t as high anymore, she finally felt safe enough to take off her shirt and cap. With another sunscreen layer applied, she stretched a bit before asking Chrissy to join her at the shallow ends of the lake. The pebbles hurt her feet in a good way and the smell of damp earth was refreshing.

“How’s it going?” Chrissy asked.

Eddie looked at her and saw that she was staring ahead. She followed the line of vision and saw Nancy taking a few laps in the deeper parts of the water. She instantly knew what Chrissy was asking.

“I might have been stalking too much on Instagram,” she answered, and Chrissy cackled.

“Does she follow you?”

“Uh, no. Her profile’s open,” she finished and Chrissy almost choked on her laughter.

Eddie tried to hide her smile, but Chrissy’s snorts were endearing even if they were at her expense.

“What are we laughing so hard about?” The subject of the conversation appeared out of nowhere, Robin and Vickie behind her as they approached.

Chrissy laughed harder.

“Uh, just this dude. You guys don’t know him.” Eddie tried to act casual, but Nancy’s raised eyebrow showed she wasn’t buying. Thankfully, she also didn’t press further. “Uh. Nice bikini,” she pointed at Nancy’s torso, immediately regretting it.

Nancy looked down, as if she didn’t remember what she was wearing. There was nothing special about it, just a different color in each of the little triangles covering Nancy’s breasts, but now all the attention was in it, on them, and Eddie felt like a complete fool. If she wanted Nancy not to know about her stupid not-crush, talking about her fucking boobs wasn’t the best course of action.

“Thanks?” she said, kind of asked, as her answer to Eddie’s random compliment. “Yours is pretty too.” She smiled sweetly, and Eddie was a hundred percent sure she didn’t deserve that kindness.

“Not just the bikini,” Vickie whispered a little too loud, causing Chrissy to fall into her laughing fit again. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. That was so out of pocket.” Her freckled face was all red, and Robin was hiding a grin under her hand, and Nancy was suddenly looking at the water, brows pinched, pink cheeks, perched lips.

Interesting, Eddie thought.

“Ah, don’t be,” she answered Vickie. “I paid a hell of a price for them, they’re supposed to be admired.”

“Wait until you’re at a level three friendship clearance and you’ll get to see them uncovered. Maybe even touch,” Chrissy said, still in between chuckles.

“Well, yeah, I want to show them off!” Eddie spoke up.

Nancy coughed loudly. “I’ll go back to the-” she stopped herself and never finished her sentence before practically running back to the water, her body curving in a beautiful dive once she was deep enough.

Eddie felt glad she was still wearing her shorts, cause the tightness in them could get a little uncomfortable.

“You guys are funny,” Robin said, arm draped over Vickie’s shoulder, and her pointed look at Eddie’s profile seemed to mean something more.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked.

Robin chuckled a little louder. “You and Nancy would get along real well if you stopped dancing around each other,” she answered.

Eddie bit the inside of her cheek before turning to look at the lake again. Nancy wasn’t doing laps anymore, instead she was talking to the boys. As if she felt Eddie’s eyes on her, she also turned to look back to the shore, and her gaze met Eddie’s.

She smiled so sweetly. As if Eddie had never insulted her, as if her vulnerability had never been hidden, she smiled the same way Eddie saw her smile when she talked about M.W’s words.

Maybe it was then.

“Still don’t know what you’re talking about,” Eddie lied, without ending her eye contact with the girl on the water, and her senses were so focused on only her that she didn’t even hear Robin and Chrissy’s snickering.

She really had to stop dancing.

Chrissy went to Eddie’s house and ruined her life on a simple Friday.

“You’re being so dramatic,” Chrissy said while Eddie paced around her living room, fingers tangled in her hair, and her phone still in Chrissy’s hand.

Eddie knew it had been a horrible idea to download Tinder to get over her not-crush on Nancy, and she knew it had been a horrible idea to tell Chrissy about it — but she went ahead and did both of those things anyway.

It started harmless enough, Eddie and Chrissy sat side by side, a bottle of wine shared with no need for glasses, a random movie on the TV as background noise. Chrissy giving her input on Eddie’s bio, her picture choices, the people she swapped right or left.

It started harmless enough, until Nancy’s profile showed up.

Only a few miles away, a stunning profile picture that made Eddie’s heart almost crack her ribcage, a bio that Eddie couldn’t even read entirely because suddenly her phone wasn’t in her hands anymore, and Chrissy was locking herself in the bathroom.

No amount of Eddie’s banging on the door made her get out, not until she felt like her mission was complete, not until after she swiped right on Nancy.

And then Eddie was spiraling, pacing around her living room while Chrissy finished whatever wine was left in the bottle, the movie had ended on the TV and Tinder was left open and forgotten on Eddie’s phone.

“You acted like a bitch and you know it,” Eddie said, and Chrissy only huffed. “Christine!”

“Calm down, I’ve told you already! It’s not like-” she paused mid sentence when the phone screen lit up. Chrissy’s eyes grew comically larger, and she bit her bottom lip tightly, the skin under her teeth going pale. “So, about that-”

“Christine!” Eddie yelled again, throwing herself on the couch and aiming for the phone already. “Please, for the love of god and all that is holy, please tell me she didn’t just-”

“You have a match,” Chrissy confirmed Eddie’s worst nightmares.

“FUCKING HELL!”

It was undeniable, right at the center of the screen, big bold letters in a way that Eddie couldn’t blame on drunkenness because she hadn’t even drank that much. She had a match with Nancy Wheeler.

“Why is that a bad thing? You have a crush on her anyway, you just learned it’s reciprocated?” Chrissy asked, already getting up to fetch another wine bottle.

“What if it’s a joke. What if she swiped in the wrong direction as an accident. What if she sat on her phone and butt-matched me. What-”

“Eddie, stop spiraling,” Chrissy told her, a new wine bottle in her hands that she passed to Eddie in exchange for the phone again. “We’ll keep watching whatever movie this is,” she checked the TV, saw the movie was over, “We’ll watch whatever other random movie and get your head out of this and tomorrow you’ll wake up renewed and look at this situation with fresh eyes and see it’s not that bad. Okay?”

“You just don’t want me to yell at you ‘cause you know it’s your fault,” Eddie grumbled.

“I won’t lie to you, my best friend, that is partly the reason.” Chrissy chose another random movie without really checking what it was. “But I also really don’t think it’s such a big deal.”

“Whatever,” Eddie whined again, but draped her head on Chrissy’s shoulder when she sat beside her.

She was warm, and smelled of berries and coconut, and she had Eddie’s phone so she couldn’t do anything stupid, and she usually knew better. She was probably right. Eddie let herself be comforted in the presence of Chrissy’s calming aura.

Eddie ended the night having no idea what the movie was about, her mental state a little over tipsy and a little under drunk, her phone back in her hands and the Tinder conversation with Nancy Wheeler opened.

She came to learn a lot in between one and six A.M., the time she spent talking to Nancy while Chrissy still snored beside her.

Nancy had a younger brother and a younger sister.

She loved ballet.

Her favorite singer was Madonna.

Her parents were divorced, and the day they told her the news was one of the best days of her life.

Some of her hobbies included journaling, roller skating, and painting her nails.

Her best friend was named Barb, and she was studying abroad for her PhD.

She legally owned a gun. That was terrifying. (And also a little hot.)

She had never used it, though. But felt safe having it.

She was power driven, passion driven, a force to be reckoned with, and kind and sweet while doing it all.

Maybe it was then.

Neither of them acknowledged the fact that they both had been assholes to each other, and just accepted the Tinder match as if it had been nothing more. Nancy had started the conversation as if they had already texted before, and Eddie just rolled with it.

They talked all night, and Eddie could’ve kept talking to her if she hadn’t passed out from sleep deprivation and alcohol consumption.

She only noticed the next afternoon, when she woke up, that she tried telling Nancy she was M.W. at the peak of her insanity, but thankfully had never sent the message.

She deleted it and said nothing else instead.

Eddie saw Nancy sooner than she expected — and, honestly, sooner than she was ready to.

She and Nancy hadn’t talked after that day, not at all, not on Tinder and not on Instagram after they followed each other. Nancy liked a couple of Eddie’s pictures and stories, and Eddie liked some of her stuff back, but that was it.

She thought it had dwindled out, she was too much of a coward to pull Nancy back to a conversation and thought Nancy had no interest when she also made no move to message Eddie again.

Eddie was nursing a minor heartache when she asked Chrissy to go with her to a party one of her neighbors invited her to merely a week later. It was at the rooftop of another building, fairy lights still turned off during the day but they would look beautiful by night, the Sun was warm and they had punch, so Eddie thought it to be the perfect place and opportunity to get her mind off of Nancy Wheeler.

Imagine her surprise to see Nancy Wheeler there?

Chrissy spotted her immediately, elbowing Eddie until she noticed too. She looked beautiful under the sun, all sparkly makeup and flowy dress and pulled-up hair. And Chrissy gave Eddie no time to think or react before pulling her by the hand straight into Nancy’s direction where she was talking to a short-haired girl.

“Christine, stop, what if they’re-”

“Nancy! Hi!” Chrissy didn’t let Eddie pour out her negative thoughts, and instead called to the source of all of Eddie’s most recent problems.

“Chrissy!” she smiled, oh so pretty. “And Eddie!”

Eddie didn’t want to get all delusional, but she felt like Nancy’s smile to her was wider than the one to Chrissy.

Chrissy hugged her, and soon came Eddie’s turn, and if she put a little more strength into her arms, and if she made it last just a second longer, and if she carefully sniffed Nancy’s hair — well, that’s her problem.

“So nice to see you two. This is Barb!” She looked at Eddie as she said it, maybe to see if Eddie remembered that conversation, and Eddie could never lose that opportunity.

She took a deep breath, inhaled some courage from the air, turned to Barb and said, “Heard only the greatest things about you.”

Barb smiled, and so did Nancy, and maybe, yeah, maybe Eddie was a little delusional and maybe she was a little biased but Nancy’s smile was wider and prettier and more important.

She touched Eddie’s arm after she hugged Barb, and she looked Eddie right in the eyes and there was something there — some gratitude, some recognition, Eddie wasn’t sure what it was, but it was there.

And maybe it was then.

“So… what about that poem page? Still digging it?” Eddie asked hours later, when Chrissy was hooking up with a stranger in the bathroom and Barb had gone home already.

Nancy turned to pay attention to her immediately. They were leaning against the rooftop’s half-walls, Eddie’s jean jacket over Nancy’s naked shoulders cause there was a funny cold little breeze.

“Yeah, of course,” Nancy answered. Her eyes were sparkling, and the sun was setting, and the fairy lights were on.

She looked breath-taking.

“Still your favorite?” Eddie asked again, just because she needed to have that little pinch of Nancy Wheeler’s approval, even if Nancy had no idea.

“Still my favorite,” Nancy answered again, her eyes narrowing but smile widening a bit. “You still hate poetry?” she asked instead, and the slight twitch in the corner of her mouth was the only hint that she wasn’t as serious, that she was just teasing.

“I don’t hate poetry,” Eddie said with an accompanying eye roll and a small smile of her own. “I actually envy them. I wish I could say stuff that makes you feel… the way you feel. Instead of constantly annoying you.”

She kept a smirk as she said it, but it was a deeply honest confession. Of course, it was her words making Nancy feel the way she felt. But Nancy didn’t know that, and if she didn’t know that, did it really count?

Nancy’s expression softened as Eddie said it, those blue pools opening up for her again. Eddie felt like she would never get tired of it.

“You don’t constantly annoy me, just sometimes… most of the time,” she teased and nothing about her face said sarcasm and Eddie smiled wide back at her.

Nancy’s hand found Eddie’s, her fingers small and delicate and they fit right in between Eddie’s fingers, and it felt like it was meant to be, like the perfect puzzle pieces. There was music somewhere around them, lots of chatter from all the other people, but it all felt so distant as Nancy held Eddie’s hand so tight it almost hurt but it didn’t because it was her.

Maybe it was then.

Eddie wasn’t sure when she fell for Nancy Wheeler, but she knew for sure that’s when their story really started.

SHE DOESN’T KNOW AS WELL

Six months later

“I knew it already,” she said.

Her hair was a bit longer by then, curling around her head like an aura and getting all knotted up right with Eddie’s hair as they laid side by side in bed. The air smelt like sex, like them, and the streets outside the window were quiet in the middle of the night.

“The fuck you did,” Eddie answered.

“I’m an investigative journalist, Eddie, of course I knew you were Emme like, two weeks after we started dating.”

“Shut the fuck up,” she said, and Nancy snorted. She knew Eddie wasn’t actually mad. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Nancy instantly sobered up. “Cause it’s important to you. I wanted you to tell me, whenever you were ready. That’s your soul, Ed.”

It definitely wasn’t then, it had been long ago.

But it was then that Eddie confessed it, out loud, almost screaming in a whisper:

“I love you.”

Nancy smiled, her blue eyes two huge pools of vulnerability, that sweetness that poured out of her like honey.

“I don’t know when this happened. But. I love you too, of course.”

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f-z-blackheart · 1 year

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A letter

You’d think you would get used to being kicked out of the kitchen whenever Thanksgiving rolled around. “Accalia, come on let me help.”

“You fucking basted the turkey in a mint butter egg wash three years ago. You’re not getting back in here for at least a decade Maria.” My spouse glowered and pointed the knife at my throat.

“Babe, you know I don’t mind sharp things around my throat,” My eyes fixed on the knife. “I'd really rather your fangs be the only thing piercing my throat. Or Sophia's.” I held up my hands and backed away. Who am to argue with my wife?

“You know your blood wouldn’t go to waste with me around, even if Sophia’s away for a bit.” She turned back to the kitchen to roughly chop an onion. “Why don’t you break out that typewriter and write to someone?”

“Oh, like who? I don’t have thralls like you or Sophia do.”

“What about that barista in Cap Hill?”

I bit back a comment. She was nice, but when she found out about my immortality. Well, she didn’t slap me. Just ghosted me. “Yeah, sure.” Still, I vanished into my study with the typewriter. Who knows, maybe inspiration would hit me.

Fifteen minutes later with a blank sheet of paper staring me back, I had nothing. No inspiration, no ridiculous shower thought, not even a haiku. “Oh for fucks sake, why can’t I write?” My head hit the table with a thud. I looked up at the venerable typewriter and saw etched into it’s body.

“To my beloved friend Maria, love Liz.”

It took a moment to ease the tension out of me. Inspiration had found me.

Elizabeth,

I hope this letter finds you in good health.

I know it’s been more than a decade since we’ve talked.

I stopped. “Do I really want to do this?” My fingers continued.

And I would understand if this is out of the blue and unwelcome but I just hope you’re well.

I stopped again. The thought hung heavy in the air. ‘Should I ask if we should meet?’ I shrugged, and kept typing.

Maybe we should catch up some time, if you want.

-Maria.

I locked eyes with the letter. It’s mere existence challenged me. Still, a part of me missed her. A part wanted something akin to closure with her. With a breath, I pulled it from the spool. Addressed an envelope, and sealed it with wax. “I’ll mail this off tomorrow.”

A Week later

“Maria!” Sophia’s voice woke me from my sleep.

“I’mup.” I sat up and looked about. “What’s with the noise?”

Sophia pressed a letter into my face. “You have a letter from Elizabeth.”

“Well shit.” I mumbled.

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Hey there Tumblr, my name is F. Zoe Blackheart, and I hope you enjoyed reading this.

This is a short bit of promo writing for a story that I am getting published in "Queer for the New Year". It's an anthology and my story "All the Time in the World" is following Maria as she faces the consequences of her actions.

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wheelsup · 3 years

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Ok here's a concept dad spencer always bringing the baby to sleep with them even if she's not crying. And the reader disapproving because she knows that's the start of a bad habit.

this is 🥺the sweetest thing in the world. big man + tiny baby.

wc: just under 1k cw: spencer reid x fem!reader

“You’re encouraging a bad habit, you know,” you sighed as Spencer peeled back the comforter from his side of the bed. For the severalth time that week, with your baby tucked securely in one of his arms, her space-themed sleep onesie matching his pajama bottoms.

“No I’m not,” he pouted, climbing under the covers after carefully putting her down. “Besides, this little pumpkin isn’t capable of having bad habits.” He ruffled the wispy hairs on her head, earning a high giggle as she squirmed under the sheets between the two of you.

“I’m not talking about her,” you laughed, “I’m talking about you.” Spencer took offense to that.

“I do not have a bad habit,” he gasped, covering her tiny ears with his hands. He couldn’t let her hear those words and believe he was doing something wrong by having her by his side. “She wanted to sleep here. She was crying.”

“Oh, really? She wanted to?” you raised your brows, leaning your face into his to challenge him. You bet that he couldn’t tell you that again while looking you in the eyes. “Or did you sneak into her room, steal her from her crib and bring her here because you wanted to?”

Spencer, a man of six feet of height, got impossibly small under your all-knowing stare. He sank deeper into the bed, drawing the plush white duvet up to his chin and hiding until all you could see were his eyes. Large, pouty, and full of guilt.

“I knew it.”

“Come on! She’s only gonna stay this small for so long,” he reasoned. To make his (adorable) case, he grasped one of her legs and gave it a little wiggle, showing you how tiny she still was. And then both of them were giving you an undeniable set of puppy eyes, begging to let her stay.

“Spencer Walter Reid, you cannot keep pulling her out of her own bed,” you sighed. Your actions said something else as you put one hand over her warm belly and hugged her closer. “One of you is going to take it really hard when she gets old and we can’t do this anymore.”

And though you meant Spencer, truthfully it could be either of them. While Spencer was thoroughly (and overly) attached, so was she.

She’d notice if he wasn’t home for a day, and cry all the time until she saw his face. If he couldn’t make it happen by picking up a video call, then you’d have to hold up photos of him to trick her into thinking he was there.When he was home, she’d follow him everywhere. Crawling right alongside him while he was folding laundry, curiously peering into the basket, or sitting on the kitchen counter and being his sous-chef (sneaking cheerios from the box) while he cooked (prepared bowls of cereal).

But Spencer got her accustomed to one habit already, and it was the root of the attachment issue.

She discovered that, on the nights he was home, he would always be the one to come comfort her when she cried in the middle of the night. (For two reasons: one, he didn’t even have the willpower to try the ‘cry it out’ method, and two, to make up for all the three-a.m’s you’d have to do this while he was gone).

You were convinced she started timing herself to only cry when he was home. Maybe even fibbed it, a little (a trait she surely learned from him) because as soon as he came to see if she needed anything – a bottle, a diaper change – she’d stop. She’d gotten her end goal the moment he walked into her room, which was just to have him there.

He’d stay with her as long as she wanted, which would be all night long. After a few nights of accidentally falling asleep in her rocking chair and waking up with back pain, he found it was easier just to bring her into your bed. And she loved it.

Spencer warmed even more as he watched you play with her, tapping softly on her belly with your fingertips. “See how much you love this?” he smiled, feeling like his case was made on why she should always sleep next to you.

“You’re gonna make me the bad guy, eventually,” you mumbled, sticking your bottom lip out as you focused on her getting drowsier.

As much as you did love having her with you, you had to be the voice of reason. He was setting a precedent of caving in and you knew it would eventually become a problem right around the time she turned into a toddler. You could picture the tantrums now, and picture him giving in to every little whim of hers, with you ending up as the one who has to say no all the time.

“Nuh-uh.” He scooped her up and placed her on your chest so you could cradle her. “When she gets older, I’ll stop,” he promised, pressing a kiss onto your temple.

You chuckled lowly, rolling onto your side with the baby on her back next to you. “No, you won’t.” There’s no way he’d ever be able to resist giving her anything she wanted. It was cute that he believed he’d even be capable of that.

“Okay, I won’t,” he laughed and shuffled closer, pushing himself flush against your side. He held you the same way you held her, stretching his arm so it spanned over your waist and stopped just over her belly, both of you tucked safely under him. Big spoon, little spoon, littlest spoon. “Is that so bad?”

Closing your eyes, you hummed playfully as you pretended to think it over. For the severalth time that week, you melted into the bed, wrapped up in the warmth of your little family as you nodded off to sleep. “No,” you sighed, a smile ghosting it’s way across your face, “I guess it’s not.”

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heresathreebee · 3 years

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The One Where She Got A Dog

Yelena Belova X Reader

Summary: how Yelena became a dog mom Masterlist Part 2

Tags: E | 1.8k words | scary movie, winter, secret pasts, sapphic

AN: Black Widow movie really got me in my feelings about those characters, Yelena in particular. I havent watched The Thing in almost a year please look the other way if movie events are out of order.

Pretty Russian girls are not usually your type, but fuck if you weren't absolutely obsessed with this one. You laughed when she told you she was from Ohio. She laughed when you said you were too.

Aquavit and your grandma's biscuit recipe brought her into your cabin on the edge of the world where she admitted to you she had never seen John Carpenter's The Thing before. You turned it on just as the snow storm set in and wrapped up in your thickest blankets with her. You're trying not to get your hopes too high but she's not shy about asking you to scoot closer.

"Skäl," you cheer just as the ominous opening credits end and they find the mysterious ship in the frozen wasteland of antarctica.

"Have you ever been?," Yelena asked.

You grimace at the strong taste of aquavit. It's like vodka but with caraway for 'flavor'. You look at her from the side and poor yourself a second shot. "Been…?"

"There." She points at the screen.

"I have actually," you admit in a way you hope is flat and uninteresting, "have you?"

Yelena shook her head. It's possible she might think you're being sarcastic (you cross your fingers under the blanket and hope she does). She's smiling at you, thinking something (but still watching the screen with interest).

She drops the subject until you have to pause the movie to pee. You unwrap yourself from the cocoon of blankets and as you stand she asks you another question.

"What were you doing there? in Antarctica, I mean."

You sigh and pretend to brush something off of your pants. "Science trip with my parents. Shitty vacation for me I'd rather be in the Bahamas."

You resist the urge to look at her. After taking care of business, you come back just in time to put the biscuits in the oven. You hear Yelena lean into the kitchen archway as the floors creak immensely here.

"No timer?," she asked.

"No timer," you confirm. "I use the timer of my heart."

Yelena scoffs. "Please don't burn them, I'm curious about these… what are they– pastries?"

"Something like that."

The two of you went back to the movie just as the gang on screen is trying to decipher who is human and who is not. You feel like something between you has changed and sadly not for the better.

But she can't know.

"I hate this part," you say, making absolutely no move to avert your gaze.

Yelena is startled when the doctor's arms become trapped in the bear trap belly mouth of the "man" on the table. She quickly covers her eyes and giggles manically, slapping your chest for the vague and unhelpful warning. You realize she's not as close to you as before…

There's 20 minutes left of this movie and you haven't seen a single thing on screen. Yelena stopped asking you questions when you stopped being coherent with your answers. All you can think about is telling her.

But you can't tell her. She would never understand. You barely understand and it's about you.

"I lied." Your heart beats in your throat as you see her face you but you can't look at her directly for fear of losing your nerve. "About the science expedition? That's not why I was in Antarctica…"

Yelena seems to wait for you to continue but…

"Eh, no offense but, " you gesture with your hand, "I don't really know you like that."

Yelena gave your reply a single nod. "I suppose that's fair."

You can't help but fidget in your seat. "Idliketo"

"What was that?"

You cleared your throat. "I said… I said I'd like to. Know you like that, I mean…"

Yelena gives you a smile. "I would like to know you like that, too."

The movie ends, the biscuits are not burnt but buttery soft and golden brown, and the blizzard outside has subsided some. It's still going but at least it's not buffering the doors and windows like before.

"How can you watch that film in a place like this?" Yelena cannot get enough of those biscuits, stuffing them in her mouth 2 at a time. "Does it make you paranoid?"

"Yes it does," you say, putting your coat on, "I think that's what makes it so much scarier– looking outside and being scared every person you come across ain't who they say they are. Sometimes its not a bad thing though... I think it is rather… poetic, too."

Yelena's eyebrows furrow. "Where are you going?"

You put on your boots and hope the duct tape stays on the hole you covered earlier. "Dogs are out in the shed. It's heated and they have food, but not for days and I'd rather have 'em in the house where I can take care of them."

As you finished your sentence you reached for the door, but stopped when you noticed Yelena getting dressed too. She gives you a nod as soon as her hood comes up, and you give this brave thing an appreciative once over.

The snow that nearly all melted before is up to your knees now. Fresh, white, and fluffy. It muffles sound like the world's sidelong turning. The odd snowflake wafts lazily from the sky, but for the most part it's died down. You teach back and take Yelena's gloved hand to keep from staying too far apart.

"You know I always wanted a dog," she said. She could have said it in a whisper from 100 yards away and you still would have heard her– that is how eerily quiet it is.

Yelena squeezes your hand and you squeeze back. She's probably remembering the movie. You try to distract her by saying, "Oh yeah? You can have one of mine then."

Yelena laughs, then stops. "You serious?"

"As a heart attack." You finally reach the door to the shed and unlatch the door. A chorus of barks begin and you charge forward to nudge them back to give Yelena space to come in as well. "I do some breeding up here– just a side job. They're usually working dogs but they can be pets too."

Buck licks your face from chin to forehead and you push him back. "Down, boy! Show some respect!"

Yelena has two of the mongrels circling her, sniffing all her clothes and demanding to be pet. "That's Burt, Barney, and Bella. Buck's my stud, but these heathens are going to a farm. They've got sheep to watch."

Yelena chuckles as her hands get covered in slobber. "I love them."

They're almost grown, three quarters the height of their father. Buck didn't even look in Yelena's direction because he knows you give him treats. You take your scarf off as the heat of the shed threatens to smother you and search your pockets for jerky.

"She's in there with the new puppies." You point to a darkened closet. "Don't get too close now, she's still a little protective."

Yelena creeps closer. You see her look at you from the corner of her eye. Probably terrified by the morphing dog scene from the movie. You give her an encouraging smile and tell her where to find the light. It's a pull cord and it bathes the room in a warm golden yellow light.

Yelena's heavy, controlled breathing turns into a coo. Mama dog is laying on her side watching the newcomer closely. There's a pup asleep in the nest of her legs, another chewing on the hay that litters the ground, and the last one is biting their mother's ear. Yelena looks back at you with an adorable pout on her lip.

"So cute…"

You chuckle and put your arm around her. Buck knows to steer clear of mama dog and slinks off. You make your guest walk closer with you to show mama she's got your confidence.

"Yelena, this is Beyonce." Mama dog's ears perk at the sound of her name. "Beyonce, this is Yelena. Be nice."

You reach down and scoop up the hay eating puppy at your feet. "This one's always hungry."

You put the pup in her arms and scoop up the biter. "This one likes to play. All the time. Got more energy than the blue Energizer bunny actually."

The pup in question is literally trying to wriggle out of your hands in its eagerness to climb you and eat your hair.

"And that one sleeps a lot?" Yelena nodded her head at the last pup.

"Pretty much." You put the writhing excited puppy down before it hurts itself and look up into the rafters. "And then there's the climber…"

You both turn your heads when you hear a tiny bark. A cute little face stares down at you from the rafters and there's a feather stuck to its nose. You shake your head knowing this pup got it from ripping up pillows in another part of the dog house.

"Better go get her," you said, not moving an inch to do so.

Yelena sees your challenge and rises to it. As if trained to do exactly so, she assesses the wooden interior for foot and hand holds. You can see the wheels turning in her head as she calculates what will and won't support her weight. In the sweep of a single moment, she rises from the door and swings herself into the rafters using a build up a momentum to propel her fast in an upperward direction. She completes the climb and balances with ease, reaching out to collect the happy wagging miscreant from her mountain top, tucks her in her jacket and climbs a different way down.

You stare at her. "Were you raised by trapeze artists?"

Yelena laughs. "I thought everybody was."

The pup is safe and happy and eager to explore its new friend. Yelena lets her lick, sniff, and scratch at her skin, her clothes, her hair. The pup catches Yelena with a tiny lick right on the tip of her nose and Yelena looks back at you with adoring eyes.

You smile. "Got a name for her already don't you?"

"Yes," Yelena whines, "no, are you sure about this? I should probably tell you I've never had a dog before…"

"I can tell your good people," you reply. "And smart as a whip. You'll adapt, just call me if you ever need anything."

Three weeks later you get a phone call from an unknown number. It's Yelena giving you an address and making you swear never to tell anybody about it. You don't have any friends so it's an easy secret to keep.

You drive a few miles south and stumble upon a stationary trailer in the middle of nowhere, nothing but clearings and trees and sky. Actually very similar to your own home.

The door opens and Yelena greets you with a beer and the pup under her arm, already almost a foot bigger than she was before.

"Her name is Fanny." You both laugh yourselves hoarse and pile into the trailer to puppy proof the place.

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useyernamesteven · 3 years

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(Needed some goofy fluff to distract myself from the angst im writing so buckle up, its long. Based on that one post I cannot find so if anyone can help a homie out, much appreciated)

Raya/Namaari Accidental Marriage Proposal

Its not a far stretch to assume that the different tribes have different practices and rituals. And given the 500 year gap in communication its also easy enough to assume that the tribes don't know about each others differing customs.

For example: marriage proposals. In Tail its as cut-and-dry as asking. Talon people propose with rings and jade coin. When you propose in Spine you chop down a tree to show your commitment and strength.

The Fang propose with blades. Fang people love their knives, daggers, spears, and other pointy weapons, so if you want to ask someone to marry you, you do it with a blade.

I like to imagine it'd be because offering a blade to someone- who isn't family -is the equivalent of trusting your life to that person. I like to think the Fang value not only a person's strength and honour, but their ability to care and protect their people. So giving a blade to your chosen love is like saying, "I'm giving you this weapon because I trust you with my heart, literally and metaphorically".

But again, 500 year old divide means others have no clue what giving a knife to someone from Fang entails...

So maybe its been a few months or so after the Druun have been vanquished. Raya is still re-learning how to be a 'princess' while playing liaison between the tribes, with Sisu as her partner in crime. She likes it because she still gets to travel and she gets to see her new friends from the other tribes: Boun's business is booming, Noi has started talking, and Tong has become the new Chief of Spine.

Then there's Namaari.

Six years of playing cat-and-mouse together (or rather angry kitten and homeless puppy) can be hard to overcome. At first it was a struggle. And incredibly awkward. Namaari, too guilt ridden over what she'd done, and Raya, still angry and socially stunted, could barely hold a conversation together.

Eventually Raya, fed up with the weird awkward talk, dragged Namaari to Fang's training grounds and challenged her to a sparring match. And only when it was over, the both of them exhausted and laying on the ground, did they start talking, actually talking. About what happened with the gem, with Sisu, what they can't let go of, not yet, but what they hope they can move past one day.

It made things after easier because it was familiar ground for them, but it also opened up new paths too. Now in the months since they saved the world and having spent that time working together, Raya would like to consider Namaari a close friend.

Which is probably why she's so surprised when Namaari off-handedly mentions her birthday is next week. Namaari, who's less than thrilled about her mother's plans for a big celebration, doesn't even notice how much Raya's caught off guard. Namaari doesn't really care for her birthday, much less when her mother makes a big deal about it, but she still brushes her hair behind her ear when she asks Raya if she's going to attend.

Raya recovers, nudging Namaari saying that she's obviously going, and boasting about the amazing gift she's going to bring.

Which then leads to her dragging Sisu to Talon in search of the perfect gift (Sisu being the only 'person' she knows who can help being that she's a master gift giver... Sisu's words, not Raya's, but still). They run around Talon for ages, with Sisu practically buying everything in sight (with the Heart Palace Credit of course) but Raya can't find a single thing she thinks Namaari would actually like.

And then she spots a Fang vendor selling blades.

The woman is nice and she asks Raya if she's looking for something in particular. Raya says she wants to get a dagger for 'someone special' from Fang (not wanting to rack up the price if the woman knew who it was for, but also completely unaware to what she's just implied).

The vendor seems a little surprised but she easily walks Raya through picking out the perfect dagger for her 'someone special'. Raya ends up buying a pretty, yet functional dagger with a dragon engraved in the blade and an ornate box to keep it in. As Raya's leaving the woman gives her a pat on the shoulder and says, "All the best for the both of you and I'm sure she'll say yes," which Raya can't really make sense of so she shrugs and leaves to go find Sisu and her mountain of trinkets.

So now its the party, and when Namaari said Virana was making a big deal about it, she really meant it. People from all the tribes are attending and Sisu's brought her brothers and sisters and there's music and food and fireworks...

And Namaari stands beside her mother in a beautiful dress that makes Raya's heart thud erratically (it's totally platonic). Her and her Ba walk up to them and start making small talk before her Ba and Virana break off to chat with other dignitaries, leaving Raya and Namaari together.

Raya likes how Namaari relaxes around her when its just them, despite the room full of people. They talk and banter and tease and laugh, but more than anything Raya just likes being with Namaari. And when Namaari mentions how much she hates formal wear, how dresses don't suit her, Raya makes it a game to see how many times she can mention how beautiful Namaari looks while they're talking, just because it makes Namaari flush and do the hair thing she does when she's shy. No other heart-related reason.

Its not until much later when Raya suddenly remembers the gift she brought and she runs off to fetch it. When she returns she hands Namaari the sleek box with a smile and a sheepish "Happy Birthday dep'la".

And Namaari's blushing and smiling as she takes the box, telling Raya she didn't have to as she opens the box-

And immediately slams it shut. Her face turns bright red and she whorls on Raya with wide eyes and a panicked, hissed "whatareyoudoing?!" And poor Raya's totally thrown, so sure she'd picked out the perfect gift. "You don't like it?" But Namaari shoves the box back into her hands, with another frenzied whisper "thatsnotit!"

Well now Raya's a little miffed because "You didn't even look at it" and before Namaari can stop her she's pulling the dagger from the box and offering it back to Namaari.

Meanwhile the room goes incredibly quiet as everyone from Fang suddenly notices what's happening between the princesses. Virana nearly spits out her drink. Everyone else carries on like normal, but a few people watch their new Fang friends with curious looks, completely out of the loop.

So now Raya's essentially down on one knee without realizing it, Namaari's about to have a heart attack, everyone from Fang is on the edge of their seat, and the dragons are having a rousing drinking contest with people from Spine.

So the party is going great.

Raya (oblivious to the world save for Namaari) is giving Namaari her strongest puppy dog eyes because she'd spent so long looking for the perfect gift dep'la, and "You're pretty special Namaari, special to me, and you deserve it."

Namaari, as red faced as she is, softens at Raya's admission, smiling a little to herself before she takes the dagger from Raya with a soft "it's lovely dep'la".

And suddenly the room's loud again as people from Fang start clapping and whistling. Everyone else is lost but soon they join in as well, despite having no clue as to what they're cheering for. Namaari's back to being flustered and she grabs Raya's hand and hauls her toward Virana and Benja. Raya, finally taking in the room around them, is confused as to why people are congratulating her and Namaari.

Virana has recovered by the time the two approach and if no one knew better it might've also appeared she was trying hard not to smile. Namaari hisses something to her mother Raya doesn't hear, and she shoots her Ba a questioning look. Benja looks a little pensive but he's got a quirk in his lips that Raya knows means mischief.

Virana gently pats her daughter's shoulder before turning to address the room, excusing the four of them. They turn to leave but not before Virana calls out to the crowd, "And it goes without saying you're all invited to the wedding as well," and then ushers her horrified daughter, her baffled betrothed, and Benja out the door.

Instantly Namaari's in hysterics, asking her mother why she'd say that when Raya obviously didn't know what she was doing. Virana, quite obviously playing ignorance, asks why Namaari accepted the blade if she knew what she was doing. And poor Namaari can only gape, red faced and no come back.

Raya has finally caught on to what she's done and yeah, okay now it all makes sense. The vendor, Namaari's (gay) panic, the congratulations... she just proposed to Namaari. She just proposed to Namaari. In front of most of Kumandra. Oh toi!

Benja, still smirking to himself, ruffles Raya's hair before turning to Namaari and Virana and saying, "To be fair... Namaari did propose first."

Marriage proposals in Heart are an exchange of necklaces. So when Namaari had given Raya the Sisu pendant back when they were kids, they'd essentially gotten engaged and since Raya kept it, they've technically been engaged for the past six years.

(Too) Long story short, Raya and Namaari get engaged, get married, fall in love, and live sapphically ever after.

End.

(Okay, I'm done. Back to angst.)

#raya and the last dragon #ratld #rayaari #rayamaari #raya and namaari #oof i lost steam halfway through this #sorry its so terrible #i just didnt really feel like actually writing it out

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marvelfansince08love · 3 years

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Hey Neighbour! - Part 4

Word count: 4.5k

Pairing: Ally Mayfair-Richards x Reader

Warning: Some sexual tension, mention of past break-ups. Fluff!!

A/N: I’ve finally finished this part lmao! Enjoy my loves <3 Your feedback means the world to me and I’m so happy so many of you are enjoying this series x

Part 1, 2, 3

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Gif credit to @thatsmypeach 💖

Part 4

Days passed with only small glimpses of your endearing neighbour, with the upcoming re-election Ally had been busy most of the week campaigning in and around the city. Oz had come over with Ally’s permission after school to hang out with Amelia yesterday informing you of his mothers absence lately, you wanted to sigh in relief at his words growing anxious that your date planned with his mother might not go ahead. You were understanding of her job and debated rescheduling the date for when Ally wasn’t so stressed with work but the message left in the window late last night after you dropped Oz off with his babysitter settled your debate with yourself.

‘Sorry I’ve been so MIA this week. Can’t wait for Friday! X’

You had blushed ridiculously at her message, the warmth felt within your stomach growing as you thought about her thoughtful nature. Now it was the night before the supposed date and that warm feeling had changed to nervous butterflies as you eyed the two outfits chewing lightly on your bottom lip as you pondered on what to wear.

“That’s a pretty dress, Mommy.” Amelia’s voice startles you out of your thoughts. Turning you grin at her fluffy pyjamas and princess crown that lays crooked on top of her hair as she holds tightly to her fairy wand, you gesture for her to enter the room where she hovers by the doorway.

“What do you think, Munchkin?” you ask, pulling her in close to your side as her eyes glance between the outfits. She points her wand confidently to the more formal attire nodding her head once to confirm her decision.

“I’m trusting your judgment on this one, kid.” you murmur, bending slightly to kiss her tousled hair. “Come on you, let’s get you ready for bed.” you instruct, shaking your head at her put together attire for the evening narrowly avoiding a bop on the nose by her silver wand as she flaunts out of the room leaving trails of glitter from her magic wand.

Once Amelia is well tucked in and free from her fairy princess duties, you sit comfortably by her tucked in legs laughing as she pulls funny faces at you.

“Alright your majesty, you’re going to close your eyes now and go to sleep.” she squints her eyes shut mockingly as you bop her nose making her giggle between yawns. Relaxing into her pillow she eyes you for a moment.

“Do you like Ozzy’s Mommy?” her question makes you freeze in place as you try to find the right words.

“I-uh yes I do, she’s lovely and has been very kind to us since we moved here,”

“And she makes the best hot cocoa!” Amelia exclaims, before smacking her hands to her mouth shushing herself as you quiet giggle at her enthusiasm.

‘Grandpa has some competition it seems’ you think amusingly before tucking her in further watching as her eyes fight to stay open.

“She does make great hot chocolate,” you agree, before sitting in silence for a moment basking in your daughter's presence.

“Do you like Miss. Ally like you liked my Mama?” you gape at her innocent tone, struggling to find the right way to answer her as truthfully as possible.

“Well, me and Ally are just friends and we enjoy hanging out with each other. I don’t love her like I did your Mama but how do you feel if I were to see Ally more often?” you tentatively ask, concerned that she might not like you seeing her new friends mom, especially if there were more potential dates in the future.

Her lips twist in concentration as she ponders over your question before nodding grabbing hold of Mr. Bunny next to her cuddling him close.

“I like Miss. Ally, Mommy. Are you going to take her out on a date? Uncle Rupie didn’t see me but he told Grandpa about a girl he took out on a date and she kissed him Mommy, yuck!” she confesses, her face scrunching in disgust as you match her horror.

“Well Mommy needs to have a word with him about watching out for prying little ears huh?” you say out loud to yourself. Amelia nods in agreement not fully understanding the dynamic of adult conversations, especially where her uncle is involved. Kissing her nose you whisper good night and wish her the sweetest of dreams before making your way to your own room across the hall.

Lying in your bed you watch the moon shine bright in the night sky, a soft smile appearing upon your lips.

‘I’m going on a date with Ally Mayfair-Richards’

***

“Would you like more tea, Sir. Rupert?” Amelia politely asks her uncle who sits across from her, wearing his customised paper crown made by the princess herself. Matt holds out his tea cup accepting the tea offered by his only niece.

“Why thank you, Princess Amelia.” He thanks before taking a sip from his empty plastic cup. You lean against the doorframe wearing your outfit for the evening, grinning at the site before you. Amelia senses another presence in the room as her eyes clash with your own, her gasp alerting her uncle of your presence.

“You look beautiful Mommy!” she gushes, moving to wrap her arms around your legs. Placing your hand against her back you thank her for the lovely compliment before raising an eyebrow at your brother.

“Sir. Rupert huh?” you grin as he glares over towards you.

“You tell anyone about this, I'll give your daughter up to the dragon,” he threatens playfully as you and Amelia gasp in horror.

“I better come back here with my house still intact, you got it.” you warn, mainly to your brother as you raise a challenging eyebrow in his direction. Amelia looks up at you from her cuddling position.

“I’ll look after him Mommy,” you crouch to cup her cheek, kissing her nose.

“Thank you baby, I’ll come say good night later okay?” you inform as she nods acknowledging your words. Your brother scoffs from his seat at Amelia’s pink table.

“Or good morning depending on how she reacts to that outfit,” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you as you shake your head disapprovingly. Amelia frowns at her uncle's confusing words wondering why you wouldn’t come home and say good night to her.

“You're silly Uncle Rupie,”

“Yeah ‘Uncle Rupie,” you mock, sticking your tongue out at your annoying brother come babysitter. Hugging Amelia once more you bid your goodbyes and make your way downstairs just as the doorbell rings through the house. Hurrying over towards the door, you stop for a moment to steady yourself before slowly opening the door. You breath hitches as you take in the powerful brunette dressing in black pants with a turtleneck tucked in them, her signature long coat in place as she shivers against the slight breeze, her brown eyes take in your attire with a slight glint.

“You look beautiful,” she whispers, a subtle smirk appearing onto her pink lips. You fluster for a moment not used to such compliments as you appreciate her outfit once more.

“So do you,” you murmur, feeling suddenly shy under her intense gaze. She holds out her hand for you to take which you accept willingly, her thumb brushing reassuringly across your skin soothing your nervousness almost instantly.

“I haven’t done this in a while myself, I guess we’re both a little nervous.” she admits, a soft smile appearing onto her lips. You meet her gaze for a moment appreciating her honesty and understanding of the situation, your moment is ruined as the small quiet sounds of giggling from inside the house interrupts your private bubble. Ally reluctantly lets go of your hand and grins as her eyes surpass your form and towards the staircase where small and big feet stand as the mischievous pair try to subtly watch on.

“Hi Amelia,” Ally calls out, amusement evident within her brown eyes as she glances briefly at you. You grin fondly as you hear the small voice of your daughter as she sheepishly waves from between the wooden posts at the top of the staircase banister.

“Goodbye you two,” you call out, making your way out of the home shutting the door behind you in the process.

“I’m sorry about that, my brother is worse than any child,” you laugh, feeling slightly embarrassed as you shuffle in place. Ally chuckles as she waves it off, tucking her hand into her coat pocket indicating for you to wrap your hand around her crooked elbow which you accept happily.

“So Senator, where are we going? I don’t know if you know this but I’m new to town,” you tease, still curious at her lack of information about your date for this evening. She laughs at your joke enjoying that natural flow between you both when it’s just the two of you. Guiding you over to her car you raise your eyebrow at her silence.

“Don’t worry I’m not kidnapping you,” she reassures, as she makes her way round to the driver’s side. Once sat in the car and buckled up Ally looked over to you, her fingers touching your forearm briefly.

“Do you trust me?” Her words are so simple but with such meaning behind them the only response you can commit to is a nod. That seems to give her all the confirmation she needs as she sets off down your street heading for the town centre.

Pulling up next to the curb you frown as you take in the dark building next to you.

“Is the restaurant closed?” you ask, your only reply is a wicked grin and a wink before she gets out of the car and towards your door offering her hand as she helps you out of her car.

“The restaurant is never closed if you're the owner of it,” she murmurs, close to your ear as she places a hand against your lower back. You gulp at her closeness feeling her warm breath against your skin, your eyes widen as you register the new piece of information.

“You own this place? How did this not come up in conversation before?” you question, still shocked at the new piece of information feeling slightly impressed at her juggling skills of being a mom, senator and a restaurant owner. She shrugs looking slightly sheepish as she escorts you over to the front door, digging for her keys before opening the door.

“I hope it isn’t too full of myself, bringing you here. I just thought if you were going to have the best meal of your life it may as well be cooked by yours truly,” she confesses, her end statement making you laugh at her confidence.

“So sure of yourself, Richards. I have high expectations for this meal,” you inform, going along with her teasing and carefree nature. Ally switches on the light revealing beautifully lit fairy lights that cover the ceiling of the restaurant, candles unlit on the only dressed table for the evening. She bites her lip as she contemplates her next words.

“Well, I’ve made us a delicious meal but I thought I’d add a twist to our evening.” she reveals, you frown at her dramatic build up wondering what else she has in store. “Since I cooked us the starter and the main, I thought we could have a little competition on the dessert part because those cookies you made were actually pretty good,” Ally laughs, at your gaped expression.

“Hey! You say that like you are surprised!” you exclaim, joining in on her laughter watching as her eyes light up when she smiles wide, grinning softly at the observation.

“You admitted it yourself sweetheart, remember? Thankful that the kitchen was still in one piece was it?” she mocks, as she escorts you over to the table waiting for you to sit comfortably on the chair before moving to grab hold of a lighter from the counter, lighting the two candles that sit in between you both. She gestures for you to wait a moment as she makes her way into the back and appears a few moments later holding a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“I hope you like Red, it’s one of my favourites,” she offers you some, which you happily accept watching her fill the glass with ease before proceeding to fill her own taking a seat across from you. Grabbing hold of the glass you hold it up towards her as she does the same clinking her glass against yours before taking a sip, her eyes never leaving your own.

The evening filled with great food and easy conversation as you both start to open up about your past hardships, realising how similar your heartaches were. Ally revealed that before her wife passed things were starting to get worse between them, talks of divorce circled around before that terrible incident. Apparently Ivy had been a part of the famous Cult that was led by Kai Anderson before being an unfortunate victim to his murderous plans, you had heard about the young man on the news a few years ago but at the time you were mostly back in your hometown raising Amelia not having much time for the news.

“So Amelia mentioned she had another Mother once? What happened there if you don’t mind me asking?” Ally asks, following your mentions of struggling in the first few years of Amelia’s life. You take a sip of your wine before opening up to her about that particular sensitive topic but her eyes are so full of kindness and understanding the words just start to spill like a river flow.

“She was the first girl that I had ever kissed, we were in school together all the way up to college. I think I had always been in love with her so when we graduated and she asked me to marry her of course I said yes in an instant,” you scoff quietly, pausing for a moment. Your eyes casting down to the white cloth that covers the table. “It was her who came to me about the idea of having children and how she couldn’t wait to start a family, I was so happy that she wanted to share that with me and a year later I ended up pregnant with Amelia. She was happy at first and hovered around me like a mother hen… then once Amelia was here it was like she felt she couldn’t connect to her and started to snap at me for it. Told me I was being selfish and that I wasn’t giving her enough attention.” you feel the tears build in your eyes as you subtly wipe the stray tear. “Then I woke up one morning to find all of her things gone and just a note, a fucking note can you believe. We built this life together for her to just up and leave without having the guts to say it to my face,” you grumble, before shaking your head smiling painfully over at Ally who sits quietly allowing you to continue within your own time.

“I’m sorry for rambling like that, I haven’t opened up about all of this to well anyone really,” you murmur, wiping your face once more, chuckling to yourself sheepishly. Ally leans forward and reaches for your hand across the table laying the palm of her hand on top of your own tracing a soothing pattern against your skin.

“Don’t apologise, thank you for opening up to me. You and Amelia both deserve better than that,” she reassures, smiling softly at your tear-stained face. Pulling back she grabs hold of her wine and toasts, clinking against your own glass.

“To shitty ex-wives and new beginnings,” she declares, grinning as you laugh repeating her words back to her.

***

The conversation became lighter after that, telling silly stories about the children and your brother's secret love for tea parties and crowns. Ally laughs out loud at that, only picturing princess Amelia bossing around her whipped buff uncle at tea parties before sobering up clearing her throat.

“Okay, as much as I would love to know more about these famous tea parties. We have a competition to start,” she instructs, standing from her chair and offering you her hand.

You lace your fingers through hers squeezing the hand excitedly as she guides you into the kitchen. You look around in astonishment at the well sized kitchen taking in the new edition appliances, as she moves you over to the prepping station. You wait patiently as Ally grabs the ingredients and places them in front of you, passing you an apron on her way past.

“I got to admit, I’ve never been on a date where I have to wear an apron before,”

“It’s more fun wearing one the morning after,” she teases back, winking suggestively making you blush hard at her words, the thoughts of a naked Ally cooking breakfast in nothing but an apron for you in the mornings stirred something within you that you hadn’t experienced in a long time; arousal. You hide your dirty thoughts by clearing your throat and putting the apron on, deciding you aren’t going to let her affect you like this without a little bit of pay back.

“Is that a promise, Senator?” you husk, eyeing her hungrily as you tie the strings of the apron tight against your body tugging hard for extra effect. Ally gulps visibly at you as she shakily places the flour onto the counter, her eyes glaring playfully over to you as you smile innocently.

“Tease,” she spats, with no real bite behind her words as her brown eyes sparkle with glee. She moves towards you, pressing her front to your back as she leans close to your ear as her arms snake around you grabbing hold of the mixing bowl.

“We’re going to make cookies but you can add your own special ingredients to spice it up a little bit,” she informs, her lips close to your ear you can feel them faintly brush the skin. You suppress a shiver knowing her game.

“You got it, chef.” you whisper back, tilting your head to the side so your lips are an inch away from her own. You can hear her breath hitch at your sudden closeness, her eyes trail from your lips to eyes a dark look passes across her brown gaze before she steps away and prepares her own bowl grinning devilishly.

You both continue to work on your desserts moving around the kitchen as you steal heated glances from one another. Your front pressing close to her back as you move to grab more ingredients, feeling her tense as your fingertips brush across her arm as you reach across her. Once the cookies are ready for the oven, you help Ally in cleaning the station up which takes you a lot longer as you both flick more flour onto each other than into the trash bag. You laugh at Ally’s horrifying face as you leave a white smudge across her cheek and chin.

Her eyes darken as does her grin, making you pause your laughing fit.

“Okay, I’m sorry. No need to retaliate, you’re a much better person than me Ally.” you bargain, as you watch her stalk slowly over to you her hands still covered in flour. You take a step back cautiously as you frantically look around the room, searching for the exit. Before you can finish up the route in your head Ally leaps forward missing you by an inch as she tries to enclose her arms around you making you yelp and giggle.

“Ally! Please!,”

“I like when you beg,” she flirts, grinning wickedly as she continues her attack. You stutter over your words for a moment thrown by her comment as you feel a slow burn aching in your stomach at her words, the brief moment of weakness on your part gives her an opening as she leaps forward and wraps her arms around you, making you laugh as she smears the flour onto your right cheek and nose.

“Gotcha,” she whispers, close to your lips. Your face grows serious as your eyes find hers, basking in the comfort of being in her arms. You gaze at her lips as you lick your own watching as her gaze does the same as you move close to her, the beeping sound of the oven timer startles you apart as Ally quickly moves over to the oven to check on the cookies. You fluster at the stolen moment making your way over, Ally turns and smiles sheepishly.

“If you like why don’t you hop on up the table. Let me refill your glass,” she murmurs, squeezing your hand on her way past as you nod shyly.

Sitting on top of the prep table, you watch Ally move back towards you with a filled up glass of red noticing her carrying a bottle of water in the other.

“I drove us here, darling.” she lightly reminds you, grinning softly as she comes to stand in between your legs placing your glass of wine by your hip.

“Of course! One of us has to be responsible,” you tease, wanting the easy natural atmosphere back before your almost kiss. Ally grins knowingly and continues to make polite conversation with you as she continues to stand in between your legs as if it’s the most natural place to be. You show Ally pictures of Amelia during last Halloween in her pumpkin outfit as she shows you pictures of her and Oz sledging during Christmas time, the intimacy shared between you both makes your heart flutter as you allow yourself a moment to have hope that this might actually turn into something more serious. Although the idea scares you, you’ve never been more excited at the prospect.

The final ping of the oven springs to life indicating to remove the freshly baked goods from the oven, you hum as you take in the heavenly smell of freshly cooked dough. Ally moves over to take the cookies out allowing them time to cool down before placing two cookies from each tray onto a plate, she places the plate next to your hip and offers you a bite of her own cookie as she explains her secret ingredients. You moan as the flavour melts into your mouth closing your eyes as you bask in its yummy goodness.

“That’s amazing!” you mumble through bites. As she smiles smugly at you, complimenting you makes you roll your eyes fondly.

“Okay, now that we’ve gotten your mediocre cookie out of the way are you ready for mine?” you ask, grinning. Ally wiggles her eyebrows at the hidden euphemism making you shake your head jokingly at her immaturity mouthing a ‘behave’. She makes great effort to eye the cookie cautiously as you bring it up towards her mouth, you watch as she takes a tentative bite as she slowly chews on the cookie, her eyes sparkling with glee as she grins while continuing to chew on the yummy goodness, making you grin smugly.

“See! I told you, give me baking over cooking any day.” you say, feeling proud of your creation. She nods approvingly of your baked good.

“You know, I would love to have these in the restaurant if you ever felt up to making them again?” she asks, a genuine smile gracing her lips. You smile sheepishly at her offer shaking your head at the compliment.

“Oh I don’t think they’re that good,” you mumble, suddenly feeling shy as you look down towards the floor. Soft fingers pinch lightly at your chin forcing your gaze upwards and towards the softest brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Well I think they’re amazing, just like the person who made them.” she mutters close, her face moving closer to your own as she maintains eye contact. You chew on your bottom lip as her gaze watches the action grinning, her lips an inch away from your own.

“I would really like to kiss you,” she states, her voice no more than a whisper in the small space between you. You finally find the confidence to speak as your eyes take in her close proximity.

“Kiss me,”

Her lips are on you in a second leaving no room for protest or second thoughts. Soft lips press delicately against your own at first as if to become familiar with them, it’s softness, it’s taste. Her hands rest gentle against your cheeks keeping you in place as your lips begin to explore her own, your tongue tracing gently against her bottom lip instantly granting you access as you brush against her tongue. Your stomach tightens as you hear her sweet moan, enjoying the effect you have on her, your arms wrapped around her waist keeping her close as you continue to explore each other's mouths. The screeching sound of Ally’s phone startles you apart as you both fight to catch your breaths, her head leaning against your own as her eyes remain close.

“I should get that, it might be Oz.” she whispers, too afraid to speak louder and ruin your moment further. You gulp trying to catch up with your senses, nodding as you urge her to answer her phone.

You watch from the countertop as she paces back and forth, frantically trying to calm the poor boy on the other end of the phone. Her eyes find you as she throws an apologetic look which you smile reassuringly to understand the difficulties of motherhood yourself. Ally ends the phone call with a sigh as she moves to stand close to you again, unable to fully be apart from you after having you so close to her.

“Is he okay? Let me go grab our coats and we can head over?” you offer, giving her hand a squeeze before leaping off the countertop ready to head for the front entrance. Ally’s hand stops you for a moment as you look back in confusion.

“I’m sorry our date had to end so abruptly, especially after-” she pauses, blushing slightly as she struggles to meet your gaze. Stepping close to her you press a sweet kiss to her warm cheek and whisper into her ear.

“I’m happy to finish this off another time, if you are?” you husk close to her cheek, pulling back slightly as you watch her eyes flutter for a moment grinning at the effect you’ve just caused before moving to grab the coats from the front of the restaurant, Ally’s stuttering voice following you from behind.

“I- yes I would like that very much,”

Once Ally had locked up the restaurant, your prized cookies wrapped up on a plate to take home. You settle into the passenger seat and look over at a distraught Ally.

“He hasn’t had a nightmare in over three months. I thought we were over the worst of it,” Ally reveals, her eyes glossing over as she looks out into the road. You reach across and place your hand on top of hers that rest tightly around the steering wheel, soothing her worries.

“Let’s go and see your son, I’m sure seeing his new best friend will help.” you offer, knowing how much Oz enjoys hanging out with Amelia. You are more than willing for the two to hang out especially as there is no school tomorrow and Oz could do with his best friend. Ally nods before starting the engine and speedily heading home. Your eyes stray from the outside view to take in Ally’s side profile, taking in her shape of her nose and her full lips the glow of the streetlights making her brown eyes shine, her skin smooth and soft begging to be touched.

Yes, definitely worth the wait.

#ally mayfair richards x reader #ally mayfair richards #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader #ahs cult #ally mayfair x reader #Hey Neighbour! series #american horror story #ally mayfair imagine

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fem-blade-adept · 2 years

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Wanted to finally close out Fury of the Druid, so that I could finally write some new stuff as well as intro a new character as well as delve deeper into these girls’ blossoming relationships with each other, so here is the epilogue to Lyria’s Vengeance quest. I hope you enjoy. @sapphic-alcina-dimitrescu

Fury of the Druid-Aftermath

FWOOMP!

All five girls hit snow as Petra immediately began to ready healing spells for Verity. Her tattoo flared with arcane and holy energy and the insane amount of burns started to slowly disappear. As Verity’s eyes flickered open, Petra couldn’t contain herself.

“ARE YOU INSANE? You wake up after being tortured within an inch of your life and you decide to challenge the strongest thing in the room! Are you crazy?!” Her red ponytail swayed in the wind as she ranted.

As soon as the healing kicked in, Verity sat bolt upright. “Oh you’re gonna lecture me on stupidity, little miss mercenary?! How many times did you jump head first into danger! I’ve been looking for you for years! What the hell?! I thought we had something!”

Emily sat nearby, processing all of this info while Lyria tried to bandage Aerin’s gashed side that was still bleeding, clearly still coming to grips with what had just happened. Petra continued. “Yeah, but I never jumped into a fight with a demigod at 2%. What kinda boneheaded move?! Clearly, you haven’t learned anything!”

Verity stood up like she hadn’t just been incinerated within an inch of her life. “You still don’t have any room to talk, Ray-Ray! You’ve been gone the last 7 years. You left without saying goodbye. There is nothing you can say that can make me think you actually mean what you’re saying right now!”

Petra took a step back with a look of absolute shock and fear. “No. They didn’t. You don’t know.”

Verity stopped. “They didn’t what?”

Petra looked into her eyes and started checking her vitals. This couldn’t be. She immediately cast Identify and it was just as she feared. “They pulled you from seven years after I left. How much time do you think has passed?”

Verity looked completely lost. “I don’t know. I was in there a while. Maybe 8 years?”

Petra felt ice drip into her veins. This wasn’t a coincidence. This was planned. “Verity, listen. I’ve been alive a long time. This entire time we’re living in? It’s been a lot longer than you remember. Nytoria, I need you here now.”

Lyria and Aerin had set up a fire in the broken down structure nearby. Emily looked more conflicted than ever as all three of them shuffled over to the encampment.

As they all sat down, a door opened in the middle of nowhere and the resplendent figure of Nytoria, Petra’s patron and the goddess of time and free will entered their presence. She immediately saw Verity and got a very concerned look on her face.

“Oh dear, we’ll get to you in a minute, firebug. Lyria, you ok? You look like you’ve been through a shredder. Petra, it’s bad manners to ignore your wife who just went through something.”

Petra turned and actually looked at Lyria and she was right. She looked like hell. “Oh my god, I am so sorry. So many things going on.” Petra almost walked through the fire pit to Lyria, who looked catatonic, and cast Calm Emotions. She was running out of magic, but she didn’t care.

The spell looked like it shook Lyria out of the thousand-yard stare she had on. “Yes, sorry, I’m fine. It just hit me that I finally won. They’re gone. I can live my life. Wait, why aren’t we at the castle? Why aren’t we home?”

Petra hugged her tight. “If we went home from where we were, the Rusted Knife could track us. Not that Némain and the girls couldn’t handle themselves, but the last thing we need is four fights in a row. Especially with me and Firebug over there being almost tapped out. We needed to jump somewhere safe.”

Lyria nestled into her wife’s coat. “Can I have this while you’re figuring things out?”

Petra slid out of her trench to expose the leather armor she kept on over her gauze binder. “Of course. We’ll get you some rest soon.”

Nytoria gave a quick tap to Aerin’s wound and it immediately sealed up. Aerin looked shocked. “Whoa, how did you do that?”

Nytoria gave a soft smile. “I’m the goddess of time. Time heals all wounds. I simply fast forwarded the healing process. It will still be sore, but, at least, it won’t be infected. You’ve grown, Aerin. Keep it up.” Aerin looked like she was about to cry, but held it in.

Nytoria turned. “Now, for the elephant in the room. Verity, I’m sorry to tell you this, but you’re being here wasn’t an accident. I sense evil houses within your soul that isn’t a part of you which means the Augerous Flame has attached itself to you. It won’t be an immediate problem, but you have a long road ahead of you.”

Nytoria blessed her as Petra continued to check her vitals and examined her body for any anomalies.

Petra’s confusion persisted. “I don’t understand. That big of a jump should have had a massive effect on her body. I don’t understand why she’s still ok. There should have been a massive adverse decay.”

Nytoria continued to look over at her. “Well, I blessed her with the same blessing I gave the rest of your friends, but you make a point. Even before we found her, something should have happened.”

Emily finally broke her silence. “I’m so lost. What should have happened?”

Petra turned and sat next to Emily as Verity scooted closer to her. “They didn’t just pull her through space, they pulled her through time. Verity was the last girl that I felt a connection with until I met Lyria and you, Em. That was 700 years ago.”

Verity looked terrified. “I…I don’t…”

Petra gave Emily and Verity a comforting hug. “Yes. I’ve been alive for 728 years. Nytoria has made it so I, as well as you four, don’t age or die by natural means. Those stories of me killing the fallen god of protection? Those happened centuries ago in the Exandrian plane. Verity, you were pulled from that time period to now while I had to live through the rise and fall of several civilizations since then.”

Emily felt it set in and immediately understood everything about Petra. Why she’d still been so careful, her obliviousness, her weird habits. She hadn’t been serious about dating in literal centuries.”

Nytoria knelt in front of her champion. “And though you have fallen several times, you’re still making me proud. I must leave. I cannot interfere too much or Melora will have my head. Here, one more planeshift. I suggest you rest. And Verity, it is good to see you again.” She stood up and with a gesture, disappeared in a flash of light.

Petra gestured to Lyria and Aerin and all five of them snuggled together as the storm continued to blow.

“I promise that I’ll never leave any of you behind. Never again. Lyria, I think tonight was a success?” Petra said, pulling out the tuning fork.

Lyria had tears streaming down her face. “Yes, yes, it was.”

Petra dinged the tuning fork and right as they were pulled from whatever plane they had landed in, she felt both Emily and Verity pull themselves into her as they vanished.

#emily cordalith #petra naverrian #lyria peregrine #aerin curridan #verity xanderia

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What did you think of the end of The Toll?

!!! TOLL SPOILERS !!! PROCEED WITH CAUTION !!!

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bored? send me serotonin please <3

Okay now lets get a couple things out of the way. I haven’t read Toll in a little bit, and it’s taking forever to come from the library. Also, yes I did have it downloaded before, but I kept rereading Faraday’s journal entry when he find out Curie is dead. I know, I’m trash for them but honestly let me have this #curiedeservedbetter2021 #faradaydeservedbetter2021 #curadayforlife

Now that we’ve established that I’m just lonely and so I cling onto healthy (ish) fictional couples for my source of love, let’s proceed.

Things I remember:

- Rowan and Citra go zoomy zoom into spacey space, but Citra’s deadish because Goddard pulled some shit and so Rowan’s going to wait a couple hundred years for her to wake up

- Total hottie Ayn Rand shanked Goddard which is honestly a power move you go girl

- Faraday and Munira unleashed the failsafe, which basically infected a whole bunch of people and now Scythes just kill the infected people so that there’s no suffering

- Jeri!!! and Greyson!!! Babeys!!! Smol Beans!!! My genderfluid babey with my weird Jesus man it’s a match made by the Thunderhead (because it literally is)

- Rowan and Citra (who renounced her Scythehood) are going to start a new colony on some random ass planet

Things I don’t remember:

- Whatever happen with Cirrus

- Whatever happen with Joel the Jobe Man

- Whatever happen with Loriana and Munira who are totally in love Shusterman said Sapphic rights

Okay Akki stfu lets move on:

Okay. I didn’t really like it. I did like Rowan’s sarcasm, but the ending fell a little flat. Compared to the other books’ endings, I didn’t really think it measured up. It was just a bit bland. Here’s why.

The end goal:

Let’s just work our way through the series to show why The Toll just didn’t really work for me.

Scythe - Book 1:

Goal/Climax:

The goal/climax of the book was clear. Citra and Rowan are fighting for the ring. Only one can get it, and the winner has to glean the other.

The ending:

Citra wins the ring, and is ordained. Instead of actually killing (gleaning) Rowan, she slyly grants him immunity by punching him so that his blood’s DNA would transfer to the database and no Scythe could kill him. We also got a confession scene where they tell each other they love the other. It ends with Rowan finding out that Faraday did not self-glean.

Why it works:

It is tense. We are watching the two main characters have to either kill the other or be killed. Neither want to. It is clear from their actions throughout that they harbour feelings for each other. This is a high stakes situation. And it flows nicely. We don’t have any unnecessary dialogue/scenes. We don’t have a dumb solution to the problem where a bunch of unnecessary events happen like a character death/romantic scene. They do tell the other that they love them, but the moment is quick and is not the focus of the moment. The focus is on the actual ordainment ceremony and the challenge. The solution directly addresses the main conflict of the book.

Thunderhead - Book 2:

Goal/Climax:

Goddard and Citra (now Anastasia) are presenting their arguments as to who will win the inquest. The inquest was called because Anastasia and Curie needed time to gain more votes in favour of Curie for the position of High Blade.

The ending:

Anastasia and Curie win the inquest, and Goddard must complete a full new apprenticeship in order to train his new body. Goddard, however, has tricks up his sleeve. He had made a plan prior to the events on Endura to cripple the Grandslayers tower. The plan changes, but works to his favour and destroys the entire island. Curie, in a desperate attempt to save Rowan and Citra, locks them in an airtight chamber that will preserve them so they can be revived. With this sacrifice, Curie is forced to self glean.

“She thrust her blade inward, directly into her heart. She fell to the ground only seconds before the sea would wash over her, but she knew death would wash over her faster. And the blade hurt far less than she imagined it would, which made her smile. She was good. Very, very good.”

-Thunderhead, page 499

Why it works:

*violently screams in my head* I’m good don’t worry

It is a logical ending. If Curie and Anastasia had won the inquest and survived Endura, there would be no need for a third book, unless Shusterman had decided to write a book about Curie being High Blade and Goddard sulking in the shadows and plotting to kill her. That wouldn’t work because I don’t think there is any possible way Curie wouldn’t catch Goddard in two seconds because she’s a boss.

Many people say that Curie should have gotten Rowan to lock her and Anastasia in the vault instead of him. Rowan would have died for Anastasia, it makes sense, but that takes away from the very essence of Curie’s character. She is a truly Honourable Scythe. She knows that Anastasia loves him, and she cares deeply about Anastasia. Letting herself survive would have been completely out of character. She also knows that Anastasia is the future of the Scythedom. While it would be a great help if Curie didn’t die, as well as sparing us emotional trauma, it doesn’t make sense for her character.

This ending also directly “solved” the issue in the book. While the villain won, it was a satisfying ending. Curie is dead, that was a very smart move, because obviously Goddard wouldn’t survive two seconds if she was there. It gave us a good reason for the Thunderhead to disappear.

*violently screams again* Curie died, yeah, no, I’m okay

The Toll - Book 3: *note that some details may be wrong

Goal/Climax:

Faraday, Rowan, Jeri, Munira, Loriana, Anastasia, Greyson, and Cirrus need to figure out what to with the frozen Tonists, all unknowing that Scythes Goddard and Rand are heading towards the island. They still need to beat him in order to make sure that the non-Scythe population won’t be subject to bias/malice/aforethought/Goddard’s ego.

The ending:

Rowan, and Citra, who renounced her Scythehood, travel to another planet that can support life with the frozen Tonists, as well as 42 other ships carrying Tonists. Cirrus is copied into 42 different versions in order to save humanity. After being offered Citra’s old ring, Munira (I believe) returns to the Library of Alexandria. Faraday follows through with the failsafe and gleans only the suffering. Greyson and Jeri stay together on the island, and become romantically involved. Scythe Rand is the one who eventually kills Goddard.

Why it DOESN’T work:

Okay, there’s a lot to unpack here. I’m just going to go character by character and by the plot.

1. Plot - It just doesn’t make sense. The hero’s solution doesn’t in any way stop Goddard, who is the main villain. We’ve led up to this for a very long time, and Rand is the one who gleans him. If I’m correct, The main characters don’t interact with Goddard for nearly the entire book, save Rowan. The solution, to save humanity by colonizing other planets would, without Rand’s interference, let Goddard wreak his havoc on the world. Only Scythe Faraday and Morrison could truly challenge him, and even then Faraday is old and hasn’t kept his abilities refined, and Morrison is young and inexperienced and wears a denim robe.

2. Rand and Goddard’s Arcs - Rand is the one who kills Goddard. I think that this was a very interesting move, and one that made a lot of sense. Goddard has treated her terribly, it would satisfy her arc of turning against him, as well as giving her a redemption arc that would also avenge Tyger’s death. I think that this is actually a really good arc, were it not for the fact that Citra and Goddard never fought/interacted with each other. If there had been a fight, and Rand had killed him then, that would have been better and would have better satisfied the actual conflict in the book.

3. Rowan and Citra’s Arcs - In terms of Citra’s arc, I think it was emotionally impactful to have her renounce her Scythehood. But Rowan didn’t have as much of a part to play in this book as he could have had. Citra and Goddard also never interacted, which would have been very interesting since he was the direct cause of her mentor and canon mother figure’s death. It would have been an interesting scene that could have played out really well. Based on Discord texts from a conversation I had, I know an reminded that the last two pages of The Toll were incredibly impactful and beautiful. I don’t have much to say about Rowan since I don’t remember much of his role.

4. Jeri, Greyson, Loriana, and Munira’s Arcs - I paired these four together since their doings aren’t very solid after the books. Jeri and Greyson are canonically together, which I think was a great move by Shusterman. Having a main character in a healthy relationship with a canon LGBTQ+ character was incredibly impactful for me, and it satisfied Greyson’s thoughts about how he doesn’t care if Jeri is a boy or a girl, he just loves them. Loriana didn’t have as much of an arc, but Munira did have a small one. Her refusal of the Scythe’s ring let her dispense of her hatred for Scythes and their system, and let her let go of her bitter feelings about not being ordained.

5. Cirrus’ Arc? - I do not remember enough to speak about Cirrus’ role in the books.

6. Faraday’s Arc - This is probably the one I have the most to say about. I am sorry in advance. Faraday is an emotional character. He has cried canonically twice as far as I can remember, once when he gleaned a child, and the other when he found out Scythe Curie and Anastasia had died on Endura. He is also openly disgusted with Scythe Goddard and his practices, which is why I supremely dislike his arc. It would have been so interesting to see how he would have reacted if Scythe Goddard and the heroes had interacted during the end scene of The Toll. We know he is an Honourable Scythe, like Curie, and upholds the Scythe Commandments, especially after his punishment over his breaking of the 9th commandment “Thou shalt have no spouse nor spawn.” It would have been so. interesting. to see whether Faraday would snap and attack Goddard, if he would try and talk to him, how he would react. Like with Anastasia, he would have been interacting with Curie’s murderer. The potential of that moment! Don’t forget that Faraday is definitely still in love with Curie, based on his elevated heart rate in Thunderhead, and his journal entry in The Toll. I think it would have been so interesting to see him confront her killer.

Summary:

Okay that was much longer than I intended, and I have more thoughts, but it’s 2:40 am and I haven’t slept in a while. So my summary. I liked The Toll. It was a solid book, that had funny moments, jaw dropping moments, heartfelt moments, and emotionally impactful scenes. It was a solid book.

I don’t think it compared as much to the other two, especially Thunderhead. The ending fell a little flat and didn’t carry the arcs as well as I would have liked, but honestly, I still reread it. Shusterman really managed to pull at your emotions.

Because I just beat up on the book for the last couple paragraphs, let me tell you some of my favourite parts of the book.

1. Literally any scene with Possuelo and Anastasia that dynamic was so good and him calling her “meu anjo” literally made my heart do a little happy dance the father-daughter dynamic was what we needed. It also offered a nice levity to tough scenes.

2. The Rowan-Anastasia Reunion. They ran towards each other and knocked each other off their feet. Ohhhh my god, they ran towards each other and knocked each other off their feet! That was so cute, and as someone who was a strong supporter of platonic Rowan & Anastasia, I honestly loved it.

3. Faraday-Anastasia Reunion. Him dropping to his knees in front her her, her initial confusion as to who he was, and the “perhaps the greatest of all Scythes was kneeling in front of her” part killed me. Their reunion was so well written and heart-wrenching.

4. Anastasia Cries about Curie’s Death. I feel like WatchMojo right now. Anyways, the way her emotions break after trying to repress her sadness over her mentor’s sacrifice for her.

5. Rowan’s sarcasm. Beauty. What a power move to sass the guy who’s going to set you on fire in front of 3000 people.

6. Scythe Constantine and Rand. What a dynamic I wasn’t ready for. Rand’s cool comebacks with Constantine’s sly personality just made for the most amazing dialogue opportunities.

Thank you anon!

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~ Queer Lit 30 Day Book Challenge ~

I decided to do this challenge I came across for June! Originally it was designed as a “day-by-day” thing, but my June was way too hectic to do a write up every single day… so I decided to make a nice compilation for the end of the month instead!

This is perhaps not the “purest” form of the challenge but I wanted it to be personal for me. Growing up when I did and where I did, I had very little exposure to queer books, especially age-appropriate queer books. That being said, there’s some books on this list that are really only “queer” by technically, or through a secondary character rather than the main character. I debated whether to include these but finally decided that, yes, I would. I owe it to myself. Even though some of these books that aren’t “as queer” as other, they were (or are) really important to me as a queer person and my journey is understanding that, so I wanted to acknowledge them!

More info about the books and the challenge under the cut!

Day One: First Queer Book You Remember Reading

Color by Taishi Zaou and Eiki Eiki

Remember how I mentioned a lack of available, age-appropriate queer books? I was one of those kids who was definitely exposed (probably too young) to queer manga/yaoi. It wasn’t necessarily what I wanted, especially as a wee ace teen, but it was the best I had at the time and it meant the world to me at the time, to see same-sex relationships even if looking back on them is very “YIKES”.

I’m sure I read others before this, but Color is one of the first that I really remember and which I a) actually owned and which b) wasn’t completely repellent in hindsight! I haven’t reread it in probably over a decade so I have no idea how it stands up, but at the time it read like a much more “realistic” account of two teenagers developing a crush and starting a relationship and as a questioning teenager it really helped me realize that this was a real, viable option.

Day Two: Queer Book That Reminds You Of Home

The Witch Boy by Molly Knox Ostertag

I hummed and hawed about this one for a long time because honestly I tend to read books that make me feel far from home. I decided to go with The Witch Boy though because it’s a story that challenges gender norms and stars a large family out in the woods, running wild and exploring magic, and honestly it gives me vibes that remind me of vacationing with my extended family. We’re also partially ginger and inclined to run wild in the woods. If we knew magic we’d have used it for sure.

This book is about 13 year old Aster, who lives in a family where the women all become witches and the men all become shifters. Aster, however, has no interest in shapeshifting and instead finds ways to study magic and learn the arts of witchcraft while constantly being pushed out by his female relatives… though everything might change when a new danger, that may or may not be connected to Aster studying magic, begins to appear.

Day Three: Queer Book That Has Been On Your TBR Too Long

Beneath The Citadel by Destiny Soria

That was an easy choice, this has been sitting on my bookshelf for months, staring at me accusingly every time I enter my room. I’m really excited to read it (Magical heist? Rebellion? With an asexual protagonist? Yes please) but for some reason I have not gotten around to it. Some day, baby, some day.

Day Four: Queer Book With A Name Or Number In The Title

George by Alex Gino

George is an absolutely charming middle grade novel about a child named George who the world perceives as male… but who knows she’s definitely a girl. The novel begins when her class decided to put on a play about the novel they had just read: Charlotte’s Web. George is desperate to play Charlotte, her favourite character, but isn’t even allowed to try out because it’s a “girl’s role”. George and her best friend struggle with how to handle this problem and manage George’s secret amid elementary school and home drama.

This book is really adorable – it was a nice, easy, cozy read for an adult, and would also make a great read aloud to elementary-age children if you want to introduce them to transgender characters.

Day Five: Queer Book Where The Protag Has A Fun Job

The Magic Misfits by Neil Patrick Harris

Not actually a queer protagnoist, but a queer side character who plays a major role in the series. Mister Vernon, one of Leila’s fathers, has arguable the coolest job: he’s a retired stage magician turn magic shop owner, which is complete with large rabbit, hidden room, and tons of fascinating gadgets to help a young practical magician learn their trade. He is hands down one of the neatest character in the series and is a major catalyst throughout the series.

The first book follows Carter, a runaway orphan who practices street magic to get by, as he runs away from his horrible uncle and winds up meeting a gang of magic-loving friends in a small town. Hiding from his uncle is only the beginning though, and the mysteries surrounding the town and Mister Vernon become thicker and thicker as the series goes on.

Day Six: Favourite Queer Graphic Novel

Check, Please! by Ngozi Ukazu

There’s lots of fantastic queer graphic novels out there, but I have to name Check, Please! as my favourite (and not just because I’m Canadian and am legally obligated to at least show interest in a hockey story). Check, Please! is the friggin cutest story about Eric “Bitty” Bittle, former figure skater and avid baker, who joins the Samwell University hockey team. The story is told in the form of Bitty’s vlog as he recounts the bizarre quirks of the Samwell hockey team, his struggle to overcome his fear of checking, and his growing crush on the team captain, Jack. Seriously guys, this is cavity-inducing sweetness and you can read it all online for free, here on tumblr @omgcheckplease or at its own website, checkpleasecomic.

Day Seven: Queer Book You Often Reread

Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan

Another book I haven’t reread in years, but this was the first queer novel I ever read (and owned!) so I read it obsessively, first the copy from the high school library and then my own copy (which is, let us say, well-thumbed by this point). It was pure fluff, in an aggressively diverse, relentlessly accepting, rainbow-coloured high school and it was exactly what I wanted in high school, and it still makes me happy whenever I remember it. It’s a straight-up high school romance, pretty traditional to the genre, but it has the most delightful supporting cast you could ever ask for. Maybe I should reread it again this summer…

Day Eight: Queer Book With A Happy Ending

Of Fire and Stars by Audrey Coulthurst

This was a bit more of a “yeah it was fine” book for me, but honestly… queer people deserve some average, run-of-the-mill YA fantasies. As far as my normal reading preferences go, run-of-the-mill YA fantasies are my bread and butter. And this one has a cute sapphic romance to go with it. It’s about Denna, a princess with a dangerous secret: she has a magical Affinity for fire, despite being betrothed to the prince of a kingdom that aggressively prosecutes and fears magic-users. So now Denna is in a strange land, trying to hide her increasingly volatile magic, solve an assassination that rocked the kingdom, and deal with the growing connection between her and the prince’s wild sister, Mare. It has court intrigue, a murder mystery, horses, and lots of confused sapphic pining so it’s totally worth picking up if you want a light summer fantasy adventure.

Day Nine: Queer Book With (Over) 100 Pages

River of Teeth by Sarah Gailey

I decided to try to get as close to 100 pages as possible! River of Teeth is a 114-page novella that I haven’t quite finished (work and covid stress happened) but which I am fucking losing my mind for. I can’t recommend it enough. It’s peak alternative history, about queer hippopotamus-riding cowboys in Louisiana during the early 20th (late 19th?) century. Like… I don’t know how to emphasize how unbelievably cool this book is. Genderqueer demolition expert with a giant crush and a penance for making things blow up and attempting to poison guests when they’re bored?? Check. Gay gunslinging hippo-riding cowboy with an angsty backstory (and also a giant crush)? Check. Sexy, fat, badass lady con artist with an albino hippo that she spoils? Check. Like damn guys. I’m not done the book and I’ve already bought the sequel because I know the second I pick it back up I’m not gonna stop until I’ve ploughed through it all. This book is the epitome of “refuge in audacity” and “rule of cool”. Is it over the fucking top? Absolutely but that’s the point.

Day Ten: Favourite Queer Genre Novel

The Red Scrolls of Magic by Cassandra Clare

I’ll be honest, I’m a little shaky on what counts as a genre novel (isn’t… everything… a genre??) so I decided to interpret it as “slightly trashy YA supernatural fantasy” because that sure is a hella specific genre I’m weak for.

I really thought I was done with the Shadowhunter novels, I thought they were a goofy series I left behind in teenagerhood that I could look back on with amused indulgence. And then I found out that there was a novel specifically about Alec and Magnus and! Oh no! Ding dong I was wrong. I fell back in hard because listen… I love them. They were one of the first canonical same-sex relationships I ever read about in an actual novel, they meant a lot to me then and still mean a lot to me now. I have nothing to say to defend myself here except that this book wrecked me and I can’t wait for the sequel.

Day Eleven: Queer Book You Love In A Genre You Don’t Read

Laura Dean Keeps Breaking Up With Me by Mariko Tamaki and Rosemary Valero-O’Connel

I am very rarely a slice-of-life / romance genre sort of person. I like my stories cut with a heavy dose of fantasy, scifi, action-adventure… something. So a graphic novel that’s not only a romance, but one about an unhealthy relationship and infidelity is like… super outside my usual range of reading material. But it was very much worth the read! The art was stunning, and the complicated emotions it tapped into really touched me. I’m very happy to have read it, and was so damn satisfied by the end.

Day Twelve: Queer Book With A Strong Sense Of Place

Belle Révolte by Linsey Miller

Linsey Miller is one author I very actively follow, I love her works and they always have very distinct, complicated worlds with unique societies and magic systems. Belle Révolte was her latest book and followed a prince-and-the-pauper type of story, in which wealthy Emilie des Marais is determined to learn noonday (magical) arts in order to become a physician, someone who can actually work to make her home a better place… but this is not something a proper lady would ever be allowed to do. So she flees her finishing school and meets poor, but magically gifted, Annette Boucher and offers her the chance to switch places. Annette goes back to school as “Emilie” and gets to hone her skills at the midnight arts while Emilie will use her name to sneak into medical school and fight her way up the ranks to physician. This is a challenging enough task, with rebellion roiling just beneath the surface and the country about to slip into a arrogant war that threatens the lives of hundreds…

Day Thirteen: Queer Book That Really Made You Think

Our Dreams At Dusk by Yuhki Kamatani

This is a four book manga series that is completely breath-taking. It’s touched by magical-realism and completely drowned in visually stunning metaphors and symbolism. Seriously, I’ve reread these books multiples times trying to digest how the wide variety of symbols overlap and contradict and compliment and challenge each other. I still haven’t really gotten a solid handle on it, it’s very fluid, so yeah… definitely makes me think.

The story starts with Tasuku Kaname who believes he may have just been outed as gay by a high school friend, and feels like he’s watching his entire world crumble around him. He is seriously considering taking his own life, when he runs into the mysterious woman “Someone-san” and winds up leading him to a drop-in center that’s run by a local non-profit, and is also a hub for a number of queer people in the community. The books follow Tasuku as he grows, learns, makes mistakes, and confronts his feelings, along with a number of other members at the drop-in center. It is completely beautiful, optimistic, but also quite stark and harsh at its look at homophobia and transphobia in modern Japanese society and how it can effect people in different ways. I just bought book four and can’t wait to read it and see how everything ends.

Day Fourteen: Queer Book That Made You Cry

The Marrow Thieves by Cherie Dimaline

Holy shit guys. Listen. Listen. If you don’t read any other book on this list, please consider reading The Marrow Thieves. It is hands down the best book I’ve read so far this year. Another book that doesn’t have a queer character as the protag, but as one of the main supporting characters and listen, his story fucking destroyed me as a person. That romance just… aaaaaaah. AAAAAAAAH.

Anyway. The Marrow Thieves is a Canadian dystopian novel. It takes place in a post-climate change world in which society has been ravaged – partially due to the wildly different and extreme weather patterns, but also through a strange disease that has spread through the population that has left people completely incapable of dreaming. Now unable to rest, process their lives, and dream of a future, people are being driven insane and only one group appears to be immune: North America’s First Nations people appear to be unaffected. And so they begin to be harvested, rounded up and collected in “school” in order for people to suck the marrow out of them to give to white people afflicted by this disease. The Marrow Thieves follows a First Nations boy named Frenchie as he flees the recruiters and tries his best to survive in this post-apocalyptic like wilderness, banding together with other First Nations people who are heading north, where they hope to find communities of their own people with whom they can shelter and start to rebuild their lives.

It’s a YA level novel, not very long, and such an insanely good read. I cannot emphasize enough PLEASE GO READ THIS BOOK.

Day Fifteen: Queer Book That Made You LOL

Mostly Void, Partially Stars by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor

Welcome to Nightvale always makes me laugh and it was a lot of fun to get to read the transcripts of the episodes. I’m a sucker for novelizations/transcripts of shows. It was a nice nostalgia trip and gave me an excuse to go back and relisten to some of my favourite episodes too! If you’ve never gotten into Nightvale… hey, it’s a classic! Podcast is fucking stunning if you’re into podcasts, and if you’re not but would enjoy a weird, queer, eldritch horror comedy then try the book! It’s the first “season” compiled in text form, exactly how it’s heard in the show.

Day Sixteen: Queer Book That Is Really Personal To You

Jughead volume 1 by Chip Zdarsky et al

Including this one because gee golly it sure did make me want to fight a lot of people for quite a while. It was one of the first stories I ever found/read that had an explicitly asexual main character… (and a character I already really loved! Which I now got to feel an even stronger connection to! It was so fun and validating!) so it was super awesome how like half of tumblr decided for a year there that this was apparently a cardinal sin. Imagine… one single version of old, long standing comic series deciding to retcon a character to represent a heavily under-represented community… imagine being so fucking angry about that that you decide to start a hate campaign on the internet. So much fun to live through that as an ace person. Anyway, these comics were nothing amazing but I sure do love them aggressively out of pure spite, even now that the aphobia on tumblr has died back down I will hold this to my chest and adore it.

Day Seventeen: Favourite Queer Book Sequel or Spin Off

The Lady’s Guide to Petticoats and Piracy by Mackenzi Lee

Honestly do I even need to say anything here? Is there any queer person who hasn’t read Mackenzi Lee’s The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice and Virtue series? If you are someone who hasn’t read it yet… go do that?? Absolutely stunning, one of my all-time favourite book series. It’s the perfect combination of hilarious and goofy, intense action, heartfelt character development, and a dash of “wait was that supernatural or??” This sequel was fantastic, this time focusing on Felicity, Monty’s sister, and her quest to become a physician despite being a woman in the 18th century. Awesome look at femininity, feminism, asexuality, and race. (Also… OT3? OT3.)

Day Eighteen: Favourite Queer Book By A Favourite Author

Monstrous Regiment by Terry Pratchett

One of those “ehh is this technically queer? Not really but close enough, it is in my heart” books. It was one of the books I read as a teenager when I was still beginning to seek out and try to explore queer lit in so much as I could.

Terry Pratchett is, hands down, my favourite author, and though he doesn’t tend to write explicitly queer literature, his exploration of gender through allegory is top fucking tier. Everything to do with the dwarves in his series is fascinating, and a really great challenge/critique/exploration of gender, and this is the book that takes it to the next level (and brings in at least implicitly queer characters). It’s about Polly Perks, who lives in a small, war torn nation, choosing to join the army in order to find out what happened to her brother. However, as tradition dictates, she can’t join as a girl… so she disguises herself as Ozzer, a young man. There’s a lot of twists and turns, and as always Pratchett delivers fantastic humour and just absolutely delicious satire.

Day Nineteen: Queer Book That Changed Your Life

And Tango Makes Three by Justin Richardson

This was the book that made me realize that I, as a queer teacher, could have queer kid lit in my future classroom. Maybe a comparatively small revelation, but a really important one to me. It made me realize that this didn’t need to be something I kept a secret in my professional life and which could really positively influence children, especially queer children. It was the first queer children’s book I ever bought.

Day Twenty: Favourite Queer Book Series

Candy Color Paradox by Isaku Natsume

Alright… I’ll admit it, this isn’t actually my favourite series, but I’ve used my favourites in other spots. And this is a good one! Definitely more of an actual “yaoi” than the other manga I’ve included (here there be sex) but it has a very different vibe that what I’m used to from that type of manga. The main pair are actually both capable, mature adults, with careers they actively care about, and who get together in the first volume!

The rest of the series is less about them angst-ily toeing around their relationship, and much more about them learning to grow as a couple and balance their work and relationship and society. It’s funny and sweet, and I really enjoy these two losers. It’s a very low-stakes enemy-to-friends-to-lovers story, in which Onoe (a reporter) and Kaburagi (a photographer) are paired up on a news story they’re supposed to dig into together. What starts as a bickering rivalry gradually becomes respect, friendship, and love~ Onoe is a gremlin of a protag, so he’s a treat to follow.

Day Twenty-One: Queer Book That You Recommend A Lot

Mask of Shadows by Linsey Miller

To repeat myself: Linsey Miller is awesome! This is my favourite book of hers, the first of a duology. It’s kind of like an intense, edgy Tamora Pierce novel with murder. In this world, the Queen has a team of assassins known as the Left Hand. They’re an elite group that keeps the Queen safe and does the dirty work that needs to be done to protect the kingdom and keep the encroaching nations at bay. When the assassin Opal is killed, a contest is announced to find the new Opal. People from all over come to complete for the honour of being one of the Queen’s royal assassins, including gender-fluid thief Sallot Leon. Sal has some deep motivations to become Opal that go beyond a loyalty to their kingdom, but they’re going to have to survive their competitors if they even wants a chance at it… (Sal generally goes by either she or he in the books, but I’m using they in this instance since it’s in a more general sense.)

Day Twenty-Two: Queer Book That Made You Take Action

The Deep by Rivers Solomon

Uhh, I don’t really have any books that made me take action per se, but this one sure gave me a lot to think about. It’s about deep sea mermaids who originated from the pregnant slave women tossed into the ocean to drown during passage to North America. From those dying women, this race was born and were taken in by whales, raised and protected until they could descend into the deep ocean waters, to form their own safe society. Their collective past is so painful though that as a species they’ve developed a very short term memory. But a people can’t live without any ties to their roots and so one of them, the Historian, holds all the memories for their entire species and shares it with everyone once a year so that the community can be connected to their ancestors before once again returning the memories to the Historian for safe keeping. Yetu, the current Historian, is so overwhelmed by these memories, that she can no longer take it – she flees her people, her responsibilities, and her pain and escapes to the surface instead...

Day Twenty-Three: Queer Book By An Author Who I Killed Is Dead

Cybersix by Carlos Trillo

I cannot emphasize enough, this is not actually a queer comic, it is in fact a very homophobic, transphobic and sexist comic written by a horrible person.

That being said, he’s dead and I own it now the TV series was essentially about a genderqueer superhero and a very confused bi biology professor who has a crush on both personas. I had a passionate crush on both personas as a child, and I will cherrypick this comic until I die in order to enjoy the only kickass genderqueer/genderfluid noir antihero I’ve come across. I am valid and I am not open to debate or discussion. Do not read this comic it’s horrible (but consider watching the show).

Day Twenty-Four: Queer Book You Wish You’d Read When Younger

The Prince and the Dressmaker by Jen Wang

This is such an incredibly soft story with the nicest art. There’s so much understanding and compassion in it and its exploration of gender and self-confidence and being true to yourself would have been very reassuring to me as a child, especially by late elementary/middle school.

Day Twenty-Five: Queer Book In A Historical Setting

The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller

A retelling of Achilles’ and Patroclus’ relationship from childhood to the Trojan war. So yeah, you can imagine that this was also a candidate for Day 14 :’) I haven’t read this one in years but god it was lovely and emotionally destroyed me as a person.

Day Twenty-Six: Queer Superhero Book or Comic

Overwatch: Reflections by Michael Chu and Miki Montillo

I don’t really read superhero stories very often (the comics have always driven me a little bonkers, trying to find a way to enter the totally unapproachable Marvel/DC canons, and the MCU burnt me out years ago for every other sort of superhero story) so this is the closest I can get. Tracer’s a superhero yeah? Anyway, I, like every other queer person in the Overwatch fandom, lost my fucking mind when this dropped for Christmas a few years back and officially declared Lena Oxton not only the face of the entire franchise but also a lesbian. It’s an adorable little comic and Tracer’s girlfriend is a sweetheart.

Day Twenty-Seven: Favourite Queer Children’s Picture Book

Prince & Knight by Daniel Haack

There’s a number of sweet queer children’s books that are popping up these days, but this is my favourite just because it’s less about “explaining the gays to children” (though those books also have their place) and more of a cute little fantasy adventure in which the actual protagonist is gay. It’s about a prince who sets out to find himself a bride who can help rule by his side, but it quickly becomes clear that he isn’t interested in any of the girls. Instead, when a fire breathing dragon threatens his kingdom, he meets a brave knight who fights along side him. It’s very supportive and the art is lovely.

Day Twenty-Eight: Queer Book That Made You Feel Uncomfortable

Let’s Talk About Love by Claire Kann

This is a book with an asexual protagonist that I was originally really excited for. I know there are a lot of people out there who really enjoy this book and connected with it, but it didn’t do it for me. Maybe because my expectations were too high, but the protagonist’s experience with asexuality was vastly different than my own and the narrative voice ended up rubbing me wrong (and let’s be honest, slice-of-life romance is NOT my usual genre at all). So it’s not “made me uncomfortable because it’s Bad And Wrong” more just… totally vibed wrong with me. Maybe the perfect book for other people but definitely not for me, I had to return this one unfinished because it’s portrayal of asexuality just made me so deeply uncomfortable.

Day Twenty-Nine: Queer Book That Made You Want To Fall In Love

The Gentleman’s Guide To Vice And Virtue by Mackenzi Lee

This book had to make it on here somewhere, and honestly it could have gone in a lot of different spots, but I chose to put it here because the relationship between Monty and Percy is so incredibly sweet and authentic it really does make you want something like that. TGGTVAV (for anyone who has somehow not heard of it) takes place in the 18th century, and is about Monty, his best friend (and crush) Percy, and his sister Felicity going on a final “hurrah” tour of Europe before Monty's father finally tries to pin him down in England and force every part of Monty that’s deemed “unacceptable” out of him. So Monty intends to live this summer up… until everything goes off the rail and the three of them are suddenly fleeing across the continent with assassins at their heels and a strange, stolen artifact in their possession.

Monty has a lot of growing to do in this novel, and that’s one of my favourite things about it. For his and Percy’s relationship to ever have a chance, Monty needs to learn and change and actually communicate with other people, and it makes the relationship feel strong. Not a fluffy, surface level romance that often happens in YA but something built from the ground up by two friends who really want to make it work. Ahh, it’s lovely. One of my favourite novels.

Day Thirty: Queer Book With Your Favourite Ending

My Brother’s Husband by Gengoroh Tagame

A two-book manga series that was completely stunning. It deals with queer relationships and homophobia in a very stark, real-world manner that you don’t often get in manga, while still being incredibly loving and sympathetic. The book is about Yaichi, a single father whose estranged brother (Ryoji) recently died. One day, a Canadian named Mike arrives, introducing himself as Ryoji’s widower. Mike had come hoping to visit his late husband’s homeland to try to get some closure, and Yaichi ends up inviting Mike to stay. The whole story looks Japan’s societal biases, through Mike’s experiences, Yaichi’s thoughts, feelings and prejudices, and those of his daughter who adores Mike.

Seriously, this is one of the kindest, most earnest looks I’ve ever seen to internal prejudices that critiques them without demonizing the person who feels them. Instead it lovingly embraces grief, growth, and love. This series made me cry multiple times, was good enough that even my straight brother practically ordered me to go out and buy the second book when he finished the first, and the ending was just *chef’s kiss*

Honourable Mentions

A few books I really wanted to fit on my list somehow but couldn’t quite manage it, so here: All Out an anthology of historical fiction short stories about queer teens. The Tea Dragon Society series and Princess Princess Ever After, graphic novels by the amazingly talented Katie O’Neill. Heartstopper a webcomic turn graphic novel by Alice Oseman about a pair of rugby players. The Different Dragon a cute picture book in which the boy has two moms and which is about accepting different ways of being. And Lady Knight a part of Tamora Pierce’s Protector of the Small series because because Kel is word-of-god aro(and/or ace) and I’ve adored that series and Kel since I was about thirteen so by god I’ll take it.

Now for those that wanted to do their own challenge, I found it on @gailcarriger’s blog.

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 4 years

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Light pink sky up on the roof Sun sinks down, no curfew Twenty questions, we tell the truth You've been stressed out lately? Yeah, me too Something gave you the nerve To touch my hand It's nice to have a friend It's nice to have a friend...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chNF5QDIq_M

Amy and Mallory:

One of Amy’s closest friends from the coven, Mallory! Not to mention a witch who’s a BIT closer in age with Amy compared to the other girls who were like 5 years older than her...

After the original coven outed witches to the world, Mallory was one of those witches who arrived and became fast friends with Amy and was Amy’s only friend for a while in the coven since the other new witches were mean to her, but Mallory always stood up for her.

Since then, Mallory has become one of Amy’s best friends and the former was heartbroken when Amy left to go attend school in UA, but nonetheless expressed that she believed in her and would be cheering her on the entire way.

Mallory’s actually only 3 years older than her, but the two are very close, like witch sisters. Although Amy is clearly the lazier of the two, Mallory finds her adorable and is more than happy to tend to her every need and take care of her. In fact, when people comment on this, Mallory just sweetly replies that she has no issue and thinks Amy is cute when she’s lazing about as she likens her to a cute little sloth. In return, Amy adores Mallory and views her as the big sister she never had and holds her in very high regard as both a kind-hearted young woman and a very powerful, fierce one at that. Although Amy has her own theory that she believes Mallory is an actual angel, due to both her compassionate and empathetic nature and her powers that even she notes are unnatural for a witch and can’t quite be quirk-related.

While Amy is usually pouty about admitting that someone is stronger than her, Mallory is the one of the few people Amy genuinely respects in terms of strength and has no problem saying that Mallory is stronger than her because she knows it’s true. Amy tends to stand up for Mallory though and demand that others, including her friends, better respect her because she’s a woman worthy of it. Also, Amy is partially aware of how Mallory looks after her, and often tries to return the favor by buying her things but Mallory just reassures her and says that Amy being her friend is already returning the favor, much to Amy’s delight.

It helps that Mallory also gets along quickly with Amy’s new classmates at UA, with Iida and Yaoyorozu in particular canonizing her as a saint that they needed to keep Amy under control. However, some of Amy’s other friends tend to envy Mallory and her saint-like patience with the younger witch as nothing Amy does seems to faze the older witch whatsoever and they wonder if she even has any weaknesses. Shinsou in particular admits to being jealous of Mallory at times since she’s so doting towards Amy and the latter is always fawning about her,, but despite that Shinsou does like Mallory and has a lot of respect for her. And then Bakugo soon begins to envy Mallory when he meets the older witch because she shows talent in just about everything, including academics, power and household domestics.

Annoyed by her sheer amount of talents, he challenged the older witch to an array of contests just to beat her at something. However, Bakugo ended up being humiliated when Mallory bested him in just about everything, as they started off with a fight which lasted for only 10 seconds as Mallory effortless beat him with telekinesis alone. And finally they had a bake-off to see who’s desserts Amy preferred, and she chose Mallory’s over his. While he has nothing against Mallory, he’s not very fond of her but she remains cordial, albeit passive-aggressive to him. Secretly, Mallory is aware of how much Amy likes her and sometimes tends to subtly brag about it to others, but this is mostly towards Madison and Bakugo due to their bad attitudes.

The jealousy only grows though whenever Amy and Mallory become physically affectionate with each other, as Amy and Mallory often hug, hold hands and have no issues kissing each other in front of others. Amy even tends to let Mallory sleep in her bed at times, which the older witch has no problem with. This physical affection however does sometimes give others the wrong idea though, as an embarrassed Todoroki believed that Amy and Mallory were a lesbian couple. Although Amy does remark that she wouldn’t mind that as she says that she has a gay spot for Mallory, which highly flatters the latter and irritates Bakugo and prompts his friends to joke with him and say that Mallory is going to ‘steal’ his girl someday, only for him to yell at them to shut up.

After Amy attacked UA, Mallory and Coco moved to Japan to live with Amy at her mansion and since then have been her roommates and caretakers with Mallory taking the reigns and caring for the young witch. Elated and warmed by her, Amy clung to Mallory who was more than glad to give her all the sympathy and reassurance that she needed. However, while Mallory’s love comes from a good place, she often enabled (and still continues to do so) Amy’s bad behavior and does not always give her the honest truth that Amy may sometimes need. Although, Mallory does state that she’s aware of this fact, but she knows that Amy is already well aware of her flaws and issues and doesn’t need to be reminded. Despite this, Mallory is capable of giving Amy some advice and talking her through the issues whenever Amy talks to her about it, but the older witch knows how to be gentle when Amy is feeling unstable and was able to convince her to go back to UA through gentle reassurance alone.

While Amy mostly relies on Mallory, she proves that Mallory can also rely on Amy as the two of them went through a very hellish ordeal in the original timeline where Michael Langdon rose to power as the Anti-Christ, killed almost the entire coven and started the apocalypse. With their identities changed under a spell by Cordelia for their own protection, the two were still inseparable and with Coco until Cordelia returned to grant them their identities back. Amy and Mallory realized that they were the only two who had a chance of stopping Michael, although Mallory was still having doubts about being able to use the time spell. When she gets injured by a crazed Brock, Amy is quick to help her and tries desperately to heal the wound so she can use the spell and cries for her when she thinks Mallory is about to die.

Until Cordelia makes the ultimate sacrifice for the sake of the coven and the world, Mallory is finally able to use the spell and Amy quickly joins her to grant her some of her power and the two of them are able to go back in time to stop Michael together. However, Amy was sympathetic to the young boy and instead encouraged Mallory to take pity on Michael and instead of killing him, to teach him how to be better as the two girls ended up taking him to the coven to harness his powers, control his demonic impulses and become an ally to the witches. Currently, Amy and Mallory are the only two to be aware of what happened in the original timeline and the two decided to keep it all a secret and only change SOME aspects of the future, such as ensuring that Queenie does not visit the Hotel Cortez.

After the apocalypse and the two witches return to their normal times, they did not get out of it unscathed as Amy and Mallory both still tend to have nightmares about everything that occurred. While Amy’s classmates and Mallory’s sisters are concerned and try to ask them about it, the girls instead only write off what they dreamed about as just a dream despite both girls knowing that everything that they saw in their dreams actually happened. Only Amy and Mallory can confide in each other when these nightmares happen because they don’t want to scare anyone, nor do they want to be pitied for what they had to go through. It’s times like these where the two witches display even more affection as Amy tells Mallory that if she is the next Supreme that it would be amazing because Mallory already has proven that she’s going to be an incredible Supreme due to her compassion and empathy for her sisters but willingness to fight and kill for them. And likewise, Mallory reassures Amy about herself and tells her that no matter how anyone views her, good or bad, that she will always love her because they’re best friends and sisters.

To this day, Amy and Mallory still have a strong bond and she remains one of Amy’s closest, most trusted and loyal witch sisters as she can rely on her for just about anything. And Mallory extends this loyalty and kindness to Amy’s other friends and of course her best friends Shinsou and Ashlen. Two of whom Mallory has love for as she constantly likes to tell both Shinsou and Ashlen that she’s so happy that they’re in Amy’s lives because they make her truly happy, something Mallory confesses is what makes her happy.

Waaaah their friendship is cute... helps that they’re both Cancers, not unlike her and Shinsou, who is a Cancer too. Although I will admit there is a BIT of sapphic elements in Amy and Mallory’s friendship, but I like a little bit of that to be honest~. Girl friendships~.

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thadelightfulone · 5 years

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Luck Be A Lady

Here is my submission for the WOC Sapphic Fic Challenge hosted by @great-neckpectations. My story is inspired by the song, Girl by The Internet

Pairing: Domino x Black!OC

Summary: A chance encounter shows two people their worth. Planned as a two-part story. Angsty for now…

Warnings: Physical and verbal abuse – in public settings

Lana sips her drink and looks over at Domino. Domino is her childhood best friend and going through yet another break up with a girl who never was on her level. Lana mentally counts how many times she has had this conversation with her bestie. Rolling her eyes, she focuses back into the conversation, so Domino doesn’t think she isn’t listening to her yet again. What was the chick’s name –

“Come on Rhonda, did not know what she had with you. I told you not to rush into that situation and now, look at you. Drowning your sorrows in Shirley Temples.”

“I thought Rhonda was different.” Domino twirls the cherry from her third Shirley Temple before popping it in her mouth.

“Yeah, and if I had a dollar for every girl that you have said that about, I could pay off my student loans.” Domino throws the cherry stem at her. “HEY! You know I am right.”

“Shut up. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

“HOLD UP! You assault my ears all lunch about how horrible Rhonda turned out to be, and now you want to shut up?” Throwing ice at Domino, “Nope, it’s your turn to hear me out.”

Domino rolls her eyes. She already knows how this conversation goes. Lana talks about how great a person she is and how she just hasn’t found the right woman for her. How she just needs to sit back and wait for her to make herself known instead of going on searches for low-hanging fruit. YADA YADA YADA. Domino takes a sip of her drink before choking on it at her best friend’s last statement.

“WHAT? Please repeat that I don’t believe I heard you correctly.”

“I was thinking that you should meet my coworker.”

“Yeah, I guess I did hear you.” Setting her drink down, “And no, thank you.”

“Why not? I mean you are just gonna go right back out and look for another female to give your heart to without taking the time to wait, so why not let it be her.”

Domino rolls her eyes at her friend’s read of her. She’s right, but she didn’t need to say it out loud. “No, and for good reason.” Lana tilts her head waiting for her to go on. “You work with her, what if it doesn’t work out? I refuse to hear your mouth about that.”

“Yeah, I don’t see that happening this time.” Lana smiles, innocently at Domino.

“So, you don’t remember the last time you played matchmaker?” Lana blinks in surprise. “Oh, so you forgot about Cheryl and her pass around puss?” Lana spits out her drink.

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s the truth.” Domino shakes her head, remembering that bad experience. The first time Lana introduced her to anyone, and it was a complete shit show.

Cheryl presented herself as the perfect girlfriend at home and in public, meanwhile when she was out with her girls, it was a whole different story. Domino and Cheryl attended a house warming party for another couple who just got married. The wife came over and slapped the shit out of Cheryl on sight. She turned to Domino and asked her how she can be with someone who wrecks homes for fun.

Turns out, Cheryl and her girls were known in the community as the Good Time Girls…sleeping with any and everyone who made themselves available. You would never know it because each and every one of them was in a “committed” relationship. It was the best and worst kept secret, as the women who slept with the girls would pass them around among their friends and avoid anything with their actual girlfriends or wives in some cases.

Domino left the party that night finding out that her girlfriend was literally the side chick of about 4 different women in that room, not counting the wife of the woman who laid hands on her. Lana was never allowed to set Domino up with anyone after that.

Domino glares at Lana, “FUCK NO! I don’t trust you after that mess. I had to get regular monthly check-ups for a year, hoping that she didn’t pass anything to me.”

“Ok, so Cheryl turned out to be the worst. But come on, my coworker is such a sweetheart. I think you should at least meet her, and if something happens, kool. If not, everyone is good.”

Domino looks at Lana who is giving her big sad puppy eyes. “No, Lana. Just let it go.” Domino calls for the check.

“Not my fault, you are lucky in everything else in your life and suck at relationships,” Lana mumbles.

“I heard that.”

“Of course, you did.” Lana mouths out while Domino pays and they get up to leave. “Oooh, are you still coming to Casino Night next week?” She hangs on Domino’s arm.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. The craps table is calling me.” Domino links her arm with Lana’s as they walk down the street.

--- Casino Night ---

Lana sparkles in her long red halter top gown, with her long brown tresses, pulled back and around to her right shoulder, exposing her long dangling white gold chandelier earrings and matching accessories. Domino is next to her wearing a white sleeved- button-down with pinstriped halter corset and matching pinstriped pants. Her hair is in two long braids under a black hat. In true comfortable fashion, they are both wearing red and black Converse to match their outfits.

Domino leans over whispering over all the excited voices, “The place looks great.”

Lana looks around at all the hard work, she and her team did to decorate The OC Center, from a warehouse of rooms into a full Vegas-style casino. Complete with table games, waiters, and lounge areas surrounding a central stage off to the back left of the floor. All the important announcements will be made from there as the night progresses.

“Thanks, I am so happy it turned out like we envisioned.” Lana smiles and waves to someone in the distance. “Now, I hate to leave you, but I do have to mingle with some of the corporate reps and our favorite benefactors. You good? Can I trust you to be on your best behavior tonight?”

“Lana, it’s a fundraiser for your job. I would never do anything to embarrass you. Besides how much trouble can I get into at a craps table?” Domino winks at Lana, as she walks away from her.

Walking over to the table, Domino notices that the game is in full swing. Loud and boisterous as everyone shouts over their wins or losses. Planting herself next to an older woman, Domino waits for her opportunity to buy into the game. She just placed her first bet on the table and was waiting for the shooter to make their next throw when a high pitch squeal snaps her attention to a couple across the table.

One of the waitresses brought over two drinks, and as she walked away, she was goosed by the more masculine-identified partner. She turns back around ready to swing when the gorgeous woman standing next to her, apologizes on the other’s behalf. She had already tipped her when she brought the drinks and pulled her to the side whispering to her. The waitress storms off in a huff.

The inconsiderate chick takes a big swig of her drink and pushes it into the hands of the woman next to her. She grabs up the dice, shaking them before throwing them against the wall to her right. The dice roll a field number, and both dealers work together to payout all the wins across the table.

Domino was paid first as they make their way around the table. So, she takes this time to really look at the beautiful woman across from her. Chocolate brown skin that is shimmering under the light. She is wearing a fitted purple gown that accents all her curves with silver accessories. And simple makeup with purple and silver flourishes making her big brown eyes seem like infinity pools.

The woman in question is taking the moment to speak to her partner about her behavior. Deep frown lines mark her face as she is speaking. Her partner clearly does not care for how she is speaking to her because she starts yelling at her. Domino cannot make out what is being said, but the purple beauty decides to stop talking and just stands there looking anywhere except at her partner.

When her pretty brown eyes make their way to Domino, she can see the tears that she is holding back. She tips her hat at her along with a wink. The result is a returned shy smile before she dabs at her eyes to keep the tears from ruining her makeup. They keep eye contact until Domino looks away as another waiter approaches her. She takes her drink order and leaves, and when she looks back over the mystery woman is focused back on her partner who is about to shoot the dice again.

Mean and aggressive rolls twice more before losing all her chips. Irritated and slowly progressing pass tipsy, she grabs up Miss Purple and drags her away from the table. Domino catches the grip on her wrist and the ashamed look on her face. When they are out of her sight, she focuses back on the table. That’s not her problem, but she does feel for her. No one should be treated like that.

Domino has been playing at the table for a good hour now. She lost sight of the purple beauty shortly after they left the table. Two more shooters have played, and the latest one craps out as she finishes her ginger ale. The dealers payout and the stickman nods to Domino and pushes the dice towards her as the new shooter. Before she can pick up the dice, her attention is pulled away as she hears yelling and the voices get louder when she realizes it is the purple beauty and partner bumping through the crowd and making their way back to the craps table.

She picks up the dice and makes her first throw to the backboard across from her. The same time the dice leave Domino’s hand, the belligerent drunk runs into a waiter with a tray of drinks. Causing her to release her hold on Miss Purple’s arm, who loses balance falling right into Domino’s arms. Domino holds onto her, giving her a wink, as the stickman announces that she landed on seven. Applause and cheers of thanks reach her ears, as Domino stands Purple upright next to her.

Domino grabs up the dice again and asks Purple to blow on them for her. She smiles at her and blows on the dice. Domino hits on eleven, making her and everyone at the table winners twice over. She leans over and whispers into Purple’s ear, “I think you might just be my good luck charm.” Purple flushes and looks away from Domino before her partner roughly yanks her away from the table. Domino is about to reach for her when she sees Purple shake her head. She pulls back and watches as the arguing couple leave the building.

Domino looks at the table, and they all have solemn looks on their faces after witnessing what just happened. “It gets better, right?” She asks to no one in particular and picks up the dice to start shooting again.

Lana had finished making her rounds when she sees Domino at the craps table. “How goes it?”

“Not too bad. I’ve been the shooter for the last 45 minutes, but I am kind of over it now.” Right as she says that, she craps out. She waves goodbye to everyone at the table and walks over to Lana.

“Okay. Why do you look so bummed?” Lana locks arms with her as they walk through the casino tables to one of the bars. “Nevermind, get a drink and help me keep an eye out for someone.”

“Well, damn. Thank you for asking and not letting me answer.” Lana pushes her shoulder. “Fine, who are we looking for?”

“My coworker. She said she had to step out and she would be right back.”

Domino puts down her new glass of ginger ale, “Lana, I told you. I do not want to be -” Domino stops short as a new person approaches them.

“Lana, I am so sorry. I had to get D out of here. She was drunk and showing her ass again.” Purple looks over at Domino, “Oh my god. I am so sorry about earlier.”

Domino shakes her head, “Don’t worry about me. Are you ok?”

Purple looks down, “Yeah, thanks.”

“Dee was here? Why was she here, Parker?” Lana doesn’t acknowledge their side chat.

“She is still my girlfriend, Lana.”

Lana exaggeratedly huffs and rolls her eyes, and then she looks over at Domino and back to Parker, “Wait? What are you apologizing for?”

Parker looks down, and Domino decides to save her the embarrassment, “She ran into me while moving out of a waiter’s path. No big deal.”

“Oh ok.” Turning towards Domino, “Domino, I would like you to meet my coworker, Parker. Parker, this is Domino, my best friend.” She winks over at Parker. Domino takes Parker’s hand in a friendly shake.

“It’s nice to meet you, Domino.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” She nods her head to Parker. Parker smiles at her before taking her hand back.

“So, Dee? I thought you ended that months ago. You know after she cheated on you for the umpteenth time.”

“Lana, I don’t want to discuss this right now.” Parker’s eyes water.

“Fine. Fine. You are right. But we will talk about this.” Grabbing Parker by her right arm, and grabbing Domino’s left, she asks, “Why don’t you join Domino and I for the evening then?”

“I’d love to, but I probably should head out. I’m sure Sandra is looking for me after the scene D caused and I don’t have it in me to deal with her right now. I just came back in to catch you like I promised.”

Lana reaches out to hug Parker, “Well, if you must go then fine. Lunch tomorrow, so we can chat.” Parker nods back before meeting Lana’s hug.

“It was nice to meet you, Domino. Maybe, we will run into one another again.”

Domino smiles at her, “I would like that.”

Lana nudges Domino, whispering, “Get her number, dummy.”

Before Domino can say anything more, “Why don’t I get your number then?” Parker has her phone out, and Domino takes it, putting her number in the phone.

Domino hands it back to her, “Don’t be a stranger.”

“I won’t.” Parker turns to leave. Domino watches her closely and smiles to herself before she hears some coughing.

“What is that?”

Sighing deeply, “What is what, Lana?”

Pointing at Domino’s face, “That. Your face. That look. What is it for?”

Rolling her eyes, and shaking her head, “Nothing.”

“That’s not nothing.”

“It really is.”

“You think she’s pretty.”

“She’s gorgeous…”

“And?”

“Taken, or did you not hear her?”

“Yeah, about that. I didn’t know.” Domino waves her off. “Nah, I wouldn’t try to set you up with someone in a relationship.”

“It’s fine…just my luck, right?”

--- 2 Weeks Later ---

Domino is downtown in the middle of the workweek, headed to her favorite bookstore. She finally received a call that her special request arrived. It has been a month of patient waiting, and she cannot wait to dig into a good read. Anything to get her mind off Lana and Parker. Her best friend will not stop asking about her, and the latter never used her number, so there is nothing to tell.

The bell chimes overhead as she makes her way to the back of the old shop. She waves to the familiar faces of the workers she passes in the narrow aisles. She presses the small buzzer to notify someone behind the curtain of her presence.

“Domino! Long time, no see. Where ya been?” The cheery attendant greets her.

“Hey Shelli! Working, so I just haven’t had the time to come by and hang out or attend any events.”

“Well, we have another Sip & Chat in a few weeks. I hope you can make it this time.”

“I’ll do what I can.”

“Great! Let me get your book for you.” She nods at Domino and goes to a shelf on her left.

Domino’s phone rings, and without looking she picks it up, “Hello.”

“Domino?” A shaky voice whispers in her ear.

Looking down, she sees a number, not saved in her phone, “Speaking.” She hears loud banging and yelling in the background. She gets a bad feeling and realizes the person might be in trouble. “What’s going on? Do you need help?”

“I need to get out of here.”

“Where are you?” She enters the address into the GPS of her phone, “I’m about 10 mins away. I’ll be right there, ok.”

“Okay.”

“Shelli, leave the book. I gotta run, but I will be back.”

Domino makes it to the address that the caller sent. It’s a small one-story house, and a broad-shouldered individual is throwing clothes and furniture out the front door. Yelling and screaming obscenities at someone still inside. As Domino approaches the front of the house, the person turns towards her.

“Oh, so you came to get your lil slut?” Domino recognizes her from The OC Center’s Casino Night. It’s the drunk chick who was with Parker.

“Where is she?”

“Inside.” She points through the open door, “Take her; I’m done with the bitch anyway.”

Domino walks past her and into the house. “Parker! I’m here. Where are you?” She is almost knocked to the ground as Parker launches herself into her arms as she enters the hallway. Domino looks down at the bruising around her eyes and her tear-stained face. “Let’s get you out of here.”

She sees the bags next to Parker as she sets her down. Grabbing the bags and her hand, they make their way out to the house. They walk over to Domino’s car, and she opens the passenger side door for her. When Parker is sitting comfy inside the car, Domino closes the door and watches Dee stumble her way over to the car.

“Enjoy my sloppy seconds.” She reeks of alcohol, swaying in front of Domino. Leaning over Domino, she looks into the car, “I never wanted you anyway.”

Standing up as straight as she can, she comes face-to-face with Domino’s fist. Dee drops to the ground, knocked out cold. Domino wipes her hands off and makes her way to the driver’s side door. Getting in, she looks over at Parker.

“You good?” Parker nods, “I’m gonna take you to Lana’s, ok?”

“Thank you.” Domino nods at her.

They ride over in silence. Parker thinking about what she has just been through while Domino’s thoughts are scattered. She calls Lana to let her know she is coming through to drop off Parker. She hangs up before she can ask for details.

Lana opens her front door when they arrive. She takes a good look at Parker, “Dee?” Parker walks by her into the apartment. Domino drops her bags by the door. “Stay.”

“Nah, I should go and let you guys talk.” Lana looks at her friend, she already knows.

“Then, at least come in and say goodbye.”

Domino follows Lana into the apartment and walks over to Parker who is on the couch. “Parker?” She looks up, “I’m leaving, but I just wanted to say that I am glad you are ok.”

Parker stands up and gives her a big hug, “Thank you for saving me.”

Returning the hug, Domino whispers in Parker’s ear, “We gotta stop meeting like this.”

Parker looks up and quietly laughs, “Yeah.” Domino lets her go and hugs Lana before walking to the door. “Don’t be a stranger.”

Domino turns around and says, “I won’t, definitely not now.”

#wocsapphicfic #wlw fanfic #poc fanfic #domino x oc #thadelightfulone

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imahungrynacho · 4 years

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The room was tense.

She held a brush tentatively over her lips, making sure to pucker so as to prevent any mistakes and cause her to start all over again. This was her third attempt. She brushed along her bottom lip-

“Careful.” Came a voice from her right- she seemed almost as tense as she was.

“Be a real shame if you had to start over” quipped a voice from the left, Kida scoffed in response.

“Thanks, Alix, really reassuring.”

“Just saiyan.” She could hear the smirk across her face.

She felt Charu fidgeting nervously- at least someone was being helpful and trying to provide some advice. Her hand suddenly shot out in front of the mirror- causing Kida to flinch and drop the brush onto the gold table below. Charu’s big brown eyes were large and her mouth was open.

“NO! Stop! Perfect! OW!” Kida had knocked her elbow into the other woman’s stomach, she was looking at her furiously-

“Damn it- the hell, Cher! I almost got it on my cheek!” She hissed. The two of them could hear the low, harsh chuckle from Alix.

“See, this is why I hate makeup. If ya mess up, you gotta work extra had to make it all blend together.” Both Kida and Charu rolled their eyes.

“Yeah right, the only reason you don’t wear makeup is because of that one time where you used eyeliner on your lips and we called you out on it.” Charu pointed accusingly at the magenta-haired dominatrix. “And you hate being made fun of.”

Alix turned her nose up and sniffed, straightening her vest as she did so. Kida began to ignore them and began to look for other areas where she could improve on the makeup, wondering if she should add some eyeshadow- the palette was just <i>there</i> sitting and waiting for her to do something with it. But tonight did not call for that kind of makeup, after all, she wasn’t going to a ball or anything. Hell, at this point- she hadn’t known why she even bothered to try to fix herself up at all.

‘S’not like he notices’ she thought irritably. Alix noticed the small frown on her face and her friend stared at the reflection in the mirror, her dark green eyes studying before she nodded.

“Yup, you’re right. Too much.”

Kida shook her head and turned to her, “No- it’s not that- wait- is it too much!?” For a moment she panicked, but then she remembered who she was talking to. Charu made a sound and pointed at the mirror.

“Too much!? More like too little! Put some mascara on, and some eyeshadow! Maybe he likes ladies who wear lots of makeup? I’ve seen him with his done.”

The silver haired maiden scowled and began to clean the brush. “It doesn’t matter what I do or what I put on, that son of a bitch doesn’t notice it either way. Besides I’m not doing this for him. I’m doing this for me.” She declared, taking a pencil and defining her lips more evenly and cleanly. The two other women stared at her as she began to apply- Alix looked amused, Charu looked unconvinced.

She could see the doubt in their eyes- Kida never felt pity over herself, she usually just got her confidence up by having other men worship the ground she walked on, but usually that meant she had to attract a man. This man in particular was one she considered the greatest challenge she had ever faced. It had been months since her employment under Salza LeBlanc, known throughout the Crooked Nook as the greatest assassin the archipelago has ever seen. It was rumored even the Queen herself employed him to get rid of her political enemies from time to time.

But none of that could compare to the absolute sculpture of perfection that he was. A man of many talents, and possessing the most handsome visage she had ever seen on a man. High cheekbones, a strong jaw, perfect brows, and piercing amber eyes- she would let him do anything he wanted to her. If he wanted, and that was the issue. He never wanted, even when she offered he would politely, or rudely depending on his mood, decline.

She had never been so stumped in her life. She had never been rejected. It wasn’t part of her personality- Bikida Zamahra did not get rejected.

“We’re going to spy on a new target, learn everything about him and where he frequents and what he says. Tonight he is going to a bar and I’ll be damned if I’m not the loveliest creature in that stupid tavern.”

Alix cocked her head to the side while Charu nodded, understandably. “Isn’t the point of spying to be unnoticeable? Invisible, even? So what good is it to literally catch the attention of every man and woman in that place?” Kida sighed and Charu helpfully answered.

“Kida is the bait. She lures to get the most outta him so she can report back to Salza and make herself look good in front of him.”

Kida squeaked and pinched her, blushing red. “I’m not trying to SHOW OFF to him, Cher, you bi-”

“But that is what you’re doing, you harlot.” Charu rolled her eyes. “You want to make yourself seem delectable. You want him to see how every man wants to fuck you and, in vain, hope that he begins to feel the same because you’ve socially engineered him to think he wants to do the same.”

Charu was way smarter than anyone could ever be. And Kida sometimes wanted to kick her for it. She turned back to face the mirror, breathing in one-two-three and breathing out. She calmed down and sniffed.

“Yes, true, I want him to see that I’m a goddess and he should be grateful that I want him to pin me to the wall and have his way with me,” Alix snickered, “BUT I want him to see that I can be professional! Just the other day he told me that my attempts at seduction are worthless when compared to what he does for work- he insulted me! Me! Saying my techniques at getting information are subpar to his! The nerve! A woman can have a kingdom by opening her legs! The best thing he can offer is his-“

“Okay, Okay, calm down. We all know you’re a slut and it’s your best talent. Your mother must be very proud.” Alix waved her hand dismissively. Kida pouted while Charu grinned.

“Hey, men are more promiscuous than women! Do you have any idea how many men have come to me to ask if they can do things to me?”

“Charu you’re married.”

“That doesn’t stop them!” The brown eyed beauty exclaimed, waving her hands. “They think with their dicks- not with their brains like us!”

“Then maybe Salza is a woman and prefers men. Ever thought of that, monkey butt?”

Kida gritted her teeth and humphed. “Salza is a man far ahead of his time. He doesn’t prefer one over the other, he likes both. I think...” Kida could recall some awkward moments where the man would stumble with his words whenever another man came to him and offered more than just polite conversation. She would also catch him staring at other men, because she was often staring at the same man too. They had similar tastes.

Charu crossed her arms humming as she looked up towards the ceiling. “Well how do you know he likes women if you’ve never seen him being attracted to another woman?”

Kida sighed and fixed her hair. “His friend, Doore.”

“The big green one that looked like he overdosed on steroids as a baby? What about him?”

“He told me. I was actually convinced he liked men exclusively after my third failed attempt, but Doore had told me that he likes both. He’s just… pickier about them.” Alix grinned, all teeth and nodded her head vigorously.

“Can’t blame him. If you like specific women, all the power to ya. Luckily for me, I’m not picky at all.”

Kida kicked her boots as the pink-haired woman began laughing. Charu rolled her eyes. “We get it, you’re a slut for women. Your mother must be very proud.” She repeated Alix’s earlier jab at Kida, but the sapphic woman merely giggled and shrugged.

“Well if the green man says he likes women too, then you’ve got at least one ally who can help you get into blue man’s trousers.”

“He doesn’t know that much about Salza’s tastes, he just says he supports his choices- very sweet of him but useless information to me if I don’t know what turns him on-”

“Dress like a man. See if that’ll work.”

“With my curves and perfect heart-shaped face? I could never pull it off like you do.”

“Fack you, ya bitch.”

“Hey- focus! Use this as a time for brainstorming, use this chance to think about how you can shake things up and get his attention.” Charu reminded them. A moment of silence. All three were busy thinking, well, two of them were- Kida was busy looking at her reflection and marveling at her own beauty. Charu was doing the same, but she was better at multitasking.

Alix was the first to speak up. “Well, didn’t you say once he complimented you on your fighting skills?”

Charu groaned. “Dammit, Alix, she’s not going to fight someone every time she wants to turn him on- there has to be something subtler than that! I think he was just being genuinely nice to her, not trying to tell her that he finds it hot when she kicks people into the ground.”

Immediately Alix snapped her fingers.

“But that’s just it, innit? Use what he admires you for and do more of that so that he can like you more? S’what I did when I began to court my lovely dove~”

At this, both Kida and Charu pondered. Charu puckered her lips and began to smile as memories began to flood back from her own courting. “Hmm, true. Nashy did tell me that he really began to like me more and more every time I got bitchy.”

“Bad example but you’re getting there.” Alix noted.

Kida however, was deeper in thought. Salza hardly took his time to compliment her or observe her, at least not in the way she always hoped- but she did notice how he ever seemed so perceptive about certain things and studied behaviors and people a lot. What was one instance where he actually admired her? Probably only from the first time they met. She was able to prove she was intelligent, deadly, and resourceful. She was good at getting things done when she wasn’t lazy.

With a smile and renewed vigor she jumped from her seat and approached her bed where several different dresses, fabrics and shoes were laid out neatly. “Well then, if he likes me better when I’m a dangerous criminal- then I will show him how dangerous I can be!” And she took one of her more flexible, and dare say more jaw-dropping outfits and swayed confidently into the water closet.

Alix and Charu paled slightly.

“Bomboclaat.”

“Yeah… yeah… we fucked up.”

#kida #dbz #saiyan #bikida zamahra #saiyaness #rumbuggery #imahungrynacho #rum verse #rumbuggery verse #Charu #Alix #DBZ Ocs #Human OC #OCs #Vanity #Story #OneShot #One Shot #Rum Shot #salza

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crashdevlin · 5 years

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Secret

Author’s Note: This is part one of my second card for @spnskinnyballs‘s 500 Follower Challenge. The prompts for this were Jody and ‘What are you wearing?’

Summary: Y/n is missing her girlfriend because she doesn’t get out to Sioux Falls very often.

Pairing: Jody Mills x Reader

Word Count: 1643

Story Warnings: Biting kink, exhibitionism, femslash 18+ HERE BE SEX, DON’T READ IF YOU’RE A YOUNG’UN!!!

The phone rang twice before she picked up. “Mills.”

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey, y/n.” You could hear her smile and you loved it. “You're calling? You always text.”

“You know, I don't like how my voice sounds through the phone but I love hearing yours, so I decided to suck it up.” She chuckled and you could imagine the skin on her neck turning ever-so-slightly pink like it always did when you complimented her. “So… what are you wearing?”

Now you imagined her rolling her eyes at you. “My uniform. I'm at work.”

“I love you in your uniform, Jodio.”

“You aren't Donna. Don't call me ‘Jodio’. Did you call for a reason or are you just bored and trying to get a rise out of me?”

“Baby, if I'm calling ‘cause I'm bored, it's not to get a rise out of you. It's because I'm lonely and I miss you.”

You could hear a car door shut and knew she'd climbed into her truck to talk to you in private. “You're lonely, huh?” Her voice had taken on that husky quality that she usually left to the bedroom and it sent a thrill straight to your core.

“Uh-huh. Haven't seen my girlfriend in a few weeks ‘cause she won't let me tell my best friends and travelling companions about us, and we don't find a lot of time to just hang out in Sioux Falls.”

She sighed and you heard the engine of her truck rumble to life. “Oh, this is one of those conversations, then?”

“Yes, it's one of those conversations. I just don't understand why it's okay for your girls to know, but we can't tell my boys.”

“Because it was good for Claire to know, y/n. It was good for her to see that there wasn't a problem with it. Can you imagine how those guys would react?”

“Yes, I can, because I'm with them all the time and they know I'm bi, Jo. They watch me every time we go into a bar to see if I'm gonna try to pick up the same quality of roadhouse pussy they do and every time I go back to the motel alone, they make backhanded comments about how they think I'm lying about my own sexuality because they've never seen me with a woman before. I’m sure you don’t understand what that kind of erasure feels like, ‘cause you’re still half in the closet, but it hurts. More than they think and more than you know. I have endured that pain, and I will continue to endure, for you because I love you. But these conversations aren’t gonna stop just ‘cause you don’t like ‘em.” A familiar rumble outside caught your attention. “Hey, I gotta go. Talk to you later. Bye, Jody.”

You bit your lip and waited for the door to open. Jody appeared in the doorway of the Sioux Falls Sheriff’s Department, completely bundled against the South Dakota winter. Your teeth pressed into your bottom lip harder as you watched her unbundle, taking off her beanie, coat and gloves. She really was gorgeous, and you were so damn lucky.

You smirked and moved to lean against her office doorjamb. “Hey, Sheriff. Is this where I report a stolen heart?”

Bright hazel orbs jumped to your face and she gasped, dropping her gloves on her deputy’s desk and rushing for you. “You’re here?!” She exclaimed, ignoring your cheesy line as she wrapped cold fingers around the back of your neck and pulled you into a kiss.You moaned as she bit your lip and tugged it with her teeth.

You wrapped your hands around her wrists and pulled back. “The guys are here, too. They’re in the break room raiding your vending machines.” You whispered.

“So, we got a few minutes, then.” She said, smirking as she pushed you into her office and kicked the door closed. As soon as she had you on the edge of her desk, she pulled the collar of your V-neck thermal out of the way and started to lick and suck at your neck and shoulder. Her teeth came down hard on your shoulder and you moaned, loudly, as wetness dripped out of you.

Your eyes rolled back and closed as she continued to scrape her teeth at the bite and she slipped her a right hand into the front of your jeans to rub at your clit through your soaked panties. “Oh, god, Jo.” You whined. Jody just bit you again and increased the pressure on your clit. When you opened your eyes, Sam and Dean were standing at the door, arms laden down with snacks and eyes wide. “Jody. Sam and Dean, they’re-”

“Let ‘em watch.” She whispered in your ear. “They might learn somethin’.”

Now, exhibitionism was not usually your thing, and you didn’t really want the Winchesters to know what your ‘O’ face looked like, but with Jody’s voice in your ear, her fingers working you hard, her teeth digging into your earlobe, you didn’t really have a chance against the climax that crashed over you.

She smiled and licked her fingers before waving at the guys to enter. “See somethin’ you like, boys?” She asked, leaning against her desk next to you.

Dean smirked, dropping his snacks on Jody’s desk and turning to Sam. “Yup. Ten bucks, in my palm right now, Sam.” Sam rolled his eyes as he pulled out his wallet.

“Why is money being exchanged?” You asked.

“I told Sammy you had a secret girlfriend in Sioux Falls. He didn’t believe me.”

“You thought it was Claire!” Sam argued, but he still handed the money over.

“Doesn’t matter. Bet was that y/n had a secret Sapphic relationship in Sioux Falls, which she did.”

“Ew! Claire is jailbait.”

“Not technically.” Sam and Dean said, together.

“Still way too young for anyone in this room to even consider sexually.” Jody said in her very best Mom voice.

“Oh, yeah, totally.” Dean agreed. “‘sides, she’s a brat. But she digs chicks, y/n digs chicks, you never said you did, so I thought she was keepin’ it secret ‘cause Claire’s so young.”

You shrugged. It made an amount of sense. “You know, I’m surprised you know the word ‘Sapphic’, Dean.”

He scoffed and smirked. “You kiddin’ me? The amount of pornography I consume? Course I know that word, as well as a few other choice words for what just went down.”

“So, uh, how’d this start?” Sam asked, gesturing between you and Jody, who took your hand in hers. You smiled down at your fingers entwining with hers.

“Remember, uh, couple years ago, when Amara tried to eat me and I ended up bedridden with depression?” You bit your lip. Having your soul ripped from your body and almost eaten by God’s sister had taken a toll on your will to live. “Jo got me through it.”

Jody brought your hands up to her lips and kissed the back of your hand. “She got herself through it. I just didn't let her give up.” She squeezed your hand and gave it another kiss, before turning her attention back to Sam and Dean. “Anyway, she fell asleep in my arms watching Dirty Dancing and I knew that I wanted that to happen again, as many times as I could get it to happen.”

“And when did it, uh, get fun?” Dean asked, a suggestive twitch to his eyebrows.

You looked to Jody, not sure if she wanted to answer such an invasive question. She chuckled. “Soon as I came to grips with the fact that I wanted it to get fun.”

Dean seemed satisfied with that answer, nodding. “Okay, so… now that we know about y’all, no more lying and making excuses to come to South Da-fuckin’-kota, right? From now on, just say ‘I miss my girlfriend and I wanna go get laid’ and you can borrow one of the Letters’ cars. Okay?”

You nodded. You pressed your lips to Jody’s cheek. “How long ‘til you can take me home, baby?”

“I’m on call ‘til 3am, but I can do a patrol over near the house, take lunch.” Her tone was suggestive and it made you bite your lip.

“It’s gonna need to be a long lunch. This one’s been sexually frustrated for weeks.” Dean chuckled.

“Thank you so much, dude. Jerk.”

“Just callin’ it how I see it.” Dean picked up his snacks and ripped open a Snickers bar with his teeth. “Come on, Sam. Let’s let the ladies have their together time.”

Sam shook his head as Dean walked out. “I’m happy for you. You deserve it.” He smiled and followed his brother out of the office.

You turned to Jody with a smile and squeezed her hand. “Why’d you do that? You didn’t want them to know.”

“But you did.” She pulled her hand from yours and turned flush with you, fingers moving to curl around your hips. “The only pain I want you to endure for me, honey, is the good kind.” She leaned forward and scraped her teeth against your neck. You let out a breathy moan and wrapped your arms around her. “Come on. Take me to lunch.” You pressed your lips to hers and grabbed your coats, before following her out to her truck.

“The girls in?” You asked, sliding as close to her as you could.

She smirked. “Nope. Some music festival in Colorado. I can make you scream as loud as I want.”

You shuddered at the thought. “I know you’re supposed to uphold the law, baby, but maybe lean on that pedal a bit.” You requested before leaning back to bask in your current situation.

“Patience.” She scolded, but you noticed a definite increase in the truck’s velocity.

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jobethdalloway · 6 years

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Sapphic September Challenge! Day 4: ““Look, I might be evil but even I have standards.”

Pairing: Hevelyn (The Incredibles 2)

Someone disposable. Something harmless. Nothing that would call too much attention to her or her plans.

The paper boy looked like he might’ve been walking around wearing kooky glasses he’d sent away for, courtesy of a comic book ad. It took him less than ten minutes to walk to the drugstore, steal a box of Good & Plenty, and return to Evelyn’s new apartment. When he knocked on the door to give them to her, she took the glasses along with the candy and sent him on his way.

This was her tenth successful venture with hypnosis. She hadn’t wanted to get her hopes up the first few times, sure that a mistake had to be coming, but it was all going like clockwork now. Vengeance was finally within her grasp, if not in the immediate future. Evelyn chuckled at her own genius, throwing herself onto her bed. Now it was time to formulate. She should’ve had more faith in her own abilities; it hadn’t occurred to her to start planning this far ahead because she hadn’t been sure the mind control would really work. But it did. And now she could make those damn skippy Supers pay.

At times during her experimenting, a doubtful voice would prick its way into her mind to tell her she was crazy for thinking her plans could work. Now the voice was going at her a different way, attacking a far more sensitive spot:

You know what you could do with this, don’t you?

Yes, obviously. End Supers for good.

Or...you could take back the worst mistake you ever made. You could bring her back, and make sure she never left you again. Make her yours, forever, and you could make her give up the superhero act, too...

Evelyn sat up. Goosebumps were prickling her skin as she thought back to her first encounter with Helen Parr--well, Helen Truax back then...

New Year’s Eve, 1955.

It had been Winston’s idea to host a party while their parents were out of town. Not that the Deavors’ would’ve minded some kind of soiree, but Evelyn was sure he felt freer to be more loud and obnoxious in their absence. As far as Evelyn was concerned, there was far too much pressure to enjoy oneself on that holiday, and if she had her way she’d have just stayed in her bedroom all night long. She just wanted to be alone, but the sounds of the raucous party downstairs made that difficult. Going out was another option, but she doubted she’d be able to find a place where she could be left alone.

It was around 11:00 when she thought it might be quieter outside, at least. She made her way to the second story balcony, a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. She took a drag on the cigarette; it was much more peaceful out here. Music was still wafting her way but at least she couldn’t hear the partygoers.

At least, not until--

“Phew! Mind if I join you out here for a sec?”

Evelyn turned to say she minded very much, but then she saw who the drawl belonged to and fell suddenly mute. The girl sauntered towards her in red slacks and a silver top, wearing a dazzling yet unassuming smile. She sat herself down next to Evelyn, mimicking her posture: legs dangling between the bars of the rail, leaning back and resting her weight on her palms. Evelyn was aware that she was staring and felt her heartbeat starting to race, but she couldn’t will herself to look away.

“You’re Win’s sister, aren’t you?”

Lord have mercy, at least she could still speak: “How’d you know that?”

“Oh, he’s very fond of you, y’know,” the girl said. “Also, your picture’s up all over the house. Your folks must be fond of you, too.”

“How do you know Winston?”

“Let’s call him a fan. I mean, a friend. I’m Helen.”

Evelyn raised an eyebrow but decided not to push it. “Helen...hello. I’m Evelyn. Um, happy New Year’s.”

“Same to you! So, what’s got you out here instead of dancing the night away with all the other cool cats at this party, huh?”

At this, Evelyn scoffed and could finally look away. “Did Winston send you up here to get me?”

Helen sounded genuinely surprised. “What? No! Truth be told, I needed some space myself. It was gettin’ too crowded down there for my taste and I needed a breath of fresh air. This is quite a place your folks have got! I didn’t see this balcony was occupied until I opened the doors. And now I’m sitting here and I’m thinking, what’s a pretty girl like you doin’ all on your lonesome up here?”

For the life of her, Evelyn could not remember the last time she had blushed- or, for that matter, the last time someone had called her pretty. She’d been told her hair wasn’t short or cute enough for a pixie cut, and that it made her look mannish. Her mother severely disapproved not only of the hair but of her taste in clothes, which was none too feminine, and which Mrs. Deavor strongly suspected was one of the reasons Evelyn had graduated with an MRS degree.

“Mom, I know your heart is in the right place but Smith is a women’s college!”

“I know that, I know, but there are some courses open to students from other schools nearby, some of which do in fact allow men to register! Please, dear, just keep an open mind.”

“Oh, trust me, my mind’s plenty open already.”

Helen’s voice drew her out of her reverie. “Evelyn? Hey, anyone home?”

“Yeah, sorry, um... yeah. Winston’s much more of the social type than me. Throwing the party was his idea, and I’m not enough of a killjoy to have stopped him. Although trust me, it was tempting.” She nodded at Helen. “What’s your deal, square? You a party girl?”

Helen laughed, and Evelyn hated that she had been cursed with the propensity to fall in love and fall hard at the drop of a hat. “Square? You think I’m square? Check out that hog down there.”

The lights from mansion’s windows shone bright on a line of partygoers’ cars, and Evelyn followed Helen’s gaze to a motorcycle sandwiched between two Buicks. “The Indian?”

“Fire Arrow, newest model.”

“Is it your boyfriend’s?”

“Ha! Now I’m starting to think that you’re trying to insult me!” Helen chuckled, and Evelyn grinned. “The bike is mine, and incidentally, I’m flying solo these days.”

Evelyn gasped for dramatic effect, but her surprise was genuine. “Well! What’s a pretty girl like you doing single?”

The response was another airy laugh, but Evelyn was watching closely for the smallest signs of betrayal - hollowness, tenseness, a brief widening of the eyes that would indicate Helen had been asked this a lot and was tired of hearing about it. Maybe Evelyn was projecting, but she could swear she saw her own tiredness reflected in Helen’s lovely face.

“Listen, you find a guy who wouldn’t mind taking the backseat on my bike and maybe then we’ll talk.”

Evelyn scoffed and mashed the cigarette on the balcony. She wasn’t drunk, but she’d had enough of the whiskey to get brave - reckless, in someone else’s words - and she had talked her way out of enough scrapes barking up the wrong tree that she felt it was time to throw caution to the winds again.

“I leave finding guys to other women. It’s not something I care to take up my time with.” She took a sip of the whiskey, emboldened by the way Helen was looking at her. “If you’re interested in finding someone to ride behind you, though, I could maybe think of someone.”

Helen drummed her fingers for a moment before inching them closer to Evelyn’s hand. “Ever ridden a motorcycle before?”

“Mm-mm. Always thought it looked neat, but learning to ride a car seemed easier.” She sighed and took another sip for bravery. “That’s human nature, I guess. Bet you get a more satisfying ride on that bike than you would a car, huh?”

“Oh, top quality,” Helen said fervently.

“Now see, that’s the trouble with most people. We choose ease over quality. I did that for years before I...” Evelyn paused when Helen’s hand covered her own. “Before I had a particularly persuasive roommate who made me realize life is supposed to be the other way around. The good stuff is sometimes the hardest to get. You know what I mean?”

Helen nodded. “I’ve never been a girl for taking the easy way out. Whaddya say, Evelyn? Wanna ditch this party and go for a ride?”

She moved to stand up at once, her legs weak. “God, yes.”

They made their way back downstairs, where Evelyn’s main goal was to avoid being seen by her brother. Fortunately the party had gotten crowded and rowdy enough that it was very easy to avoid being detected. Evelyn ducked outside while Helen went to track down her jacket.

But it seemed Evelyn hadn’t gone quite as unnoticed as she’d hoped. She was zipping up her own jacket when she heard a young man from the party call out to her. He’d followed her down the front steps, probably intoxicated, and not at all deterred by the look of disgust on her face. He stumbled over to her, putting a heavy hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, baby, you gonna ditch the Deavors’ already?”

“Buddy, I’m giving you to the count of three to take your hands off me. One, two...”

“Aw, c’mon, be a good sport, honey!”

He’d been warned. Evelyn whipped a lighter from her pocket- but instead of igniting a flame, it sent an electrical zap through the man as soon as it made contact with his arm. The mild electrocution sent him flailing to the ground, and Evelyn tried not to laugh. The device still needed work, though, if it was to be as thoroughly effective as she wanted: he was still able to get to his feet, shaking his head but ready to go for her again.

All of a sudden a fist came flying out of nowhere, punching the guy square in the jaw. He swung on the spot, trying to grab his bearings, and an arm with stunning elasticity wrapped itself several times around his neck and pulled hard, spinning him like a top back up the steps to the open front door. And there was Helen, kicking him over the porch railing where he lay sprawled out in a small pool of his own vomit.

“Are you okay?” Helen asked, hurrying over.

Evelyn felt winded. “Christ! Y-you’re--but--”

“I know! Doesn’t it look cute in these slacks?” Helen asked, twisting around, but that did little to change Evelyn’s stunned expression. The jig was up. “Yeah,” she whispered. “I”m a Super. Your brother invited a few of us to the party; I hope that’s all right. You looked like you were ready to handle that guy all right yourself, maybe I should’ve left you to it! What’s that gizmo, anyhow?”

It took a moment for Evelyn to regain her powers of speech. “Oh, well, it still has a few kinks to work out, I guess. I call it the Zippo Zapper. Made it myself.”

“You made that?”

“Wow, did I really impress Elastigirl?”

“Don’t get too cocky. I’m still amazed by the concept of an electric mixer.”

It felt good to laugh. “Well, I’m amazed that there’s a superhero here who didn’t show up in costume.”

“Eh.” Helen shrugged. “Making a scene just for the sake of it isn’t, well, my scene. Truth be told, I think your brother and your folks are a little too bright-eyed and bushy-tailed when it comes to Supers, but I suppose ...well, never mind. I’m flattered by the attention but I don’t do superhero work to get fans.”

“Why do you do it, then?”

Helen slipped into her leather jacket and started walking towards her motorcycle. “Because I want to help people! I want to do good with the powers that I have. Y’know, my mother just about wanted to disown me when I said I was gonna get the mask and the gear and all that to fight crime. Can you beat that?”

“What? Why? Isn’t she a Super, too?”

“Nope, but my old man was. Mother figures superhero work is a man’s job. Thought I should just find the right guy and settle down.” Helen scoffed, straddling the bike. “Settle down, are you kidding? I’m at the top of my game! I’m right up there with the big dogs! Leave the saving of the world to the men? I don’t think so!”

Evelyn’s form of teenage rebellion had been to distance herself from her parents’ worship of superheroes, but by her twenties she’d grown nothing stronger than indifference towards them. But Helen, wow, she was really something else...

She took the few remaining steps to the bike, but didn’t climb on just yet. “I may not have superpowers of my own, but I still like to take jobs now and then that are typically prescribed to men.”

“Oh? How’s that?”

Helen’s heart seemed to skip several beats when Evelyn leaned down and kissed her. Evelyn was daring; she took Helen’s face in her hands and deepened the kiss. She liked the idea of catching a Super off guard, almost as much as she liked how clearly Helen was into this kiss. Helen’s instinct was to break it off so she could stand up and properly take Evelyn in her arms, but the tiny part of her mind that was still cognizant of the world beyond Evelyn’s surprisingly soft lips knew that making out in full view of the mansion’s windows wasn’t the best idea.

“Did you have any... particular idea of where you might like to go?” Helen asked between heavier-than-normal breaths.

Evelyn smirked. “It was your idea to bust out of here. Not mine. Where does Elastigirl like to spend her nights out on the town?”

Helen patted the bike. “We’re staying in and going to my place.”

That relationship had lasted almost two glorious years. Well, glorious in retrospect, maybe; it was easy to glamorize the past. Evelyn sat up, scowling. That kind of romanticization was Winston’s thing, not hers. She and Helen had had their fair share of arguments, which had ultimately led to Evelyn breaking things off because she couldn’t take the stress of dating a Super. They’d had a shaky reconciliation as friends that had weakened enormously when the Deavors died, and Evelyn had become a recluse.

And now here she was, primed to tell Winston they could get going on their plan to get Supers out in the open again... all so she could ensure they stayed buried forever. But part of her wanted so badly, so desperately, to use her newfound gadgetry for something that might’ve been even worse.

You know the last time you were happy? With her. You can have that again. Put some goggles on Helen and she’ll be and do anything you say. None of the superhero drama, just the two of you, all the time... it’d be so easy.

Easy.

The word reached out and hit her like a slap to the face. Scary easy, but no quality. Nothing that really mattered.

Taking Supers down forever was going to be hard enough, and dodgy enough, too, but at least it served the greater good. At least she could tell herself she was ultimately helping others to become self-reliant by ridding them of these costumed crusaders. Yes, this was a noble goal. Someday history would look back and smile on her for restoring America’s can-do spirit and rejecting so-called saviors. Some people might look at her as wicked, but she chose to see it as a necessary evil.

Contrarily, using her device as essentially a high-tech love potion for purely selfish reasons was depraved. She may have hated Helen for what she became, but romantic agency was not something she would ever take from her.

Sure, I might be evil...but even I have standards.

#hevelyn #elastigirl #evelyn deavor #SapphicSeptember #SapphicSeptember2018 #incredibles 2 #i wanted to do a trishica pirate AU but couldn't hack an idea #so this came instead

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taz femslash february // day 23 // keep it secret

“Alright,” says Lup. Her pretty, darkish eyes are glossed over, and her voice trips and sways as she says, “Gotta think of a good one… okay. Here we go. Never have I ever… been straight.”

Team building activities, Lucretia thinks, actually aren’t all that bad.

To be fair, she’s never thought of herself as a team player. People like her—introverts, writers, the odd applicant to the Institute of Planar Research’s space exploration program—usually aren’t. So she had been filled with an instant, icy dread as soon as she’d seen the memo waiting for her in her dorm:

PLEASE REPORT TO THE COMMON ROOM AT 1900 HOURS FOR A TEAM BUILDING EXERCISE.

REGARDS,

THE IPRE HUMAN RESOURCES TEAM

At least they’d said please, Lucretia had thought, and then set aside the manuscript she’d planned to spend the night editing. It was probably best she didn’t pull another all-nighter, anyway. This would be good for her and her social skills. And for the team, of course.

She’s never been all that good at making excuses, especially to herself.

Still, when the clock on her nightstand flashed 18:45, Lucretia had reluctantly gotten up from her very comfortable bed and made her way down to the common room. She’d sat through a speech from the HR representative, who had looked a little too enthused at the prospect of having all of the Institute’s explorers in one room, and decided to take it as an opportunity to ramble as much as possible. Lucretia couldn’t critique her nervous babbling without the pot calling the kettle black, so she had focused on the others instead. She ran through their names again and again—Captain Davenport, Magnus Burnsides, Merle Highchurch, Barry… Bluejeans? Unclear, was what she’d settled on. Taako and Lup, no surname. As far as we know.

She knew a fair amount about everyone in the room besides the twins. To Lucretia’s knowledge, they were incredibly smart, they thought they were a lot more mysterious than they actually were, and they were beautiful. Beautiful and intimidating, she’d thought, as her gaze settled on Lup. There was something about Lup that set a room aflame when she walked in (only occasionally in a literal sense). Even then, looking away and back to the representative, Lucretia’s neck had burned. It was, in all honesty, probably because social situations had always posed a challenge to her—that was the most reasonable explanation.

It could also have been because she’s incredibly gay, but she’s trying not to think about that right now.

Right now, as a matter of fact, she’s about as tipsy as she can be without being full-on drunk, because one of them (she can’t remember which) had suggested Never Have I Ever, and it turns out they’re all very worldly people. Lucretia’s glass isn’t quite drained, but a few (most notably Magnus, Davenport, and Lup) are already on their second, and as soon as Lup asks her question they all raise their glasses again. In fact, everyone does. Everyone including Lucretia, who thanks her lucky stars that her blush is impossible to discern, because she hadn’t planned on talking about her sexuality during an Institute-mandated group activity session. Her addled brain points out that Sometimes that’s the way it be.

When they do, Taako elbows his sister, and says, “I fuckin’ knew it.”

“You did not! You said Bluejeans over here—”

“Not my name—”

“You said Bluejeans was straight, and if he wasn’t, you owed me ten gold. Pay up,” says Lup, triumphantly, and holds out a hand. Taako groans and digs into his pockets as everyone finishes up their sip.

Magnus sets his glass on the table and looks around, awestruck. “Damn. It’s really all of us, huh? Um… okay, show of hands, where’re my bisexual peeps?”

“Ayo!” Lup tucks the gold into her jacket and reaches over to high-five Magnus. She nearly knocks Barry’s glasses off his face, and he jumps and almost lowers his hand. “Alright, cool, nice…”

“Yeah, cool, cool, cool,” Taako interrupts. He’s still looking fairly sour as he says, “Who else ’s gay as fuck, then?”

It doesn’t quite register until Lucretia’s mind catches up with the moment, and then she raises her hand before she can stop herself. Lup’s eyes snap to hers, and Lucretia almost falls out of her chair.

“Interesting,” is all she says, and grins. It’s bright enough to vaporize Lucretia on the spot.

Taako’s hand is also up, and he regards Davenport with interest. “I d-don’t know if I’d call myself gay as fuck,” their captain says, drily, “b-because that’s not the most… uh, choice turn of phrase, b-but… anyway. Merle?”

They all look to their resident cleric, who shrugs. “I mean, I’m not sayin’ I’m the reason they call it pansexual, but…”

A collective groan drifts through the room. Lucretia has to stifle a smile.

She’s shoving the last of the HR-approved teamwork guidance packets into her bag when she feels a light tap on her shoulder. Lucretia bites down on a squeak and whirls around, one-hundred-percent ready to chastise whoever had snuck up on her, and comes face-to-face with Lup.

Actually, it’s more like face-to-chin—Lup is very tall—but that doesn’t keep a thrill from shooting down Lucretia’s spine.

“Uh, hi,” is what she can muster.

Lup clicks her tongue. “Y’know, I was gonna say hi, too, but you just beat me right to it, huh?”

She smiles, radiant and wide, and Lucretia returns it in what she’s sure is the most awkward manner possible. “Totally didn’t mean to startle you, by the way. Sorry ’bout that. Just wanted to touch base with the other sapphic gal around here. Crazy, right? All of this?”

“Well,” says Lucretia, still blushing furiously, “you know what they say. No straights allowed in space, right?”

Lup stares, and for a chilling moment, Lucretia is convinced she’s actually nowhere near as funny as her editors tell her she is. Then she bursts out laughing, and her laugh is the most wonderful thing under the suns. “Oh, man. No straights allowed in space. I’m gonna get that tattooed on my fucking arm. Taako—’Ko, did you hear that? No straights allowed?”

Her brother pushes himself up from where he lounges against the doorframe. “Fuckin’ hilarious. Can you quit flirting so we can get a move on?”

“Guess that’s my cue,” Lup says, and shoots an exaggeratedly dirty look his way before she turns back to Lucretia. “Look, you’re fun, okay? We should hang out before things pop off. I gotta get me some more of that signature Luce wit. You’re cool if I call you Luce, right?”

“Uh… yeah,” says Lucretia, who isn’t quite sure what cool is anymore.

“Awesome.” Lup nudges her and says, “Stop by my dorm anytime, mkay?”

“Mkay,” echoes Lucretia, who can’t recognize an open invitation when it’s standing directly in front of her.

“Sweet.” She turns on her heel and strides off in Taako’s direction, and Lucretia stands with a packet of team building exercises in her hands in the dim, empty common room.

Can you quit flirting? Taako had said.

Lup hadn’t denied it.

Team building activities, Lucretia thinks, aren’t that bad at all.

#yall can thank the tfw discord for this one!#the adventure zone #taz balance #lupcretia #tazfemfeb18 #fic #mine

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