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COBRA KAI SAPPHIC SUMMER WEEK 4 CAMPFIRE/STARLIGHT

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Good girl, sad boy Big city, wrong choices We had one thing going on I swear that it was something ‘Cause I don’t remember who I was before you painted all my nights A color I’ve searched for since

But one thing after another Lost in situations, circumstances Miscommunications and I Have to say By the way I just may like some explanations

Can I ask you a question? Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room And every single one of your friends was making fun of you But 15 seconds later they were clapping, too? Then what did you do?

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Did you wish you’d put up more of a fight? When she said it was too much Do you wish you could still touch her? It’s just a question

Half-moon eyes, bad surprise Did you realize out of time She was on your mind With some dickhead guy That you saw that night But you were on something

It was one drink after another Caught in politics and gender roles And you’re not sure and I don’t know Got swept away in the gray I just may like to have a conversation

Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Did you wish you put up more of a fight? When she said it was too much Do you wish you could still touch her? It’s just a question

Does it feel like everything’s just like second-best after that meteor strike? And what’s that, that I heard? That you’re still with her? That’s nice, I'm sure that’s what’s suitable And right But tonight

Can I ask you a question? Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room And every single one of your friends was making fun of you But fifteen seconds later they were clapping, too? Then what did you do? Did you leave her house in the middle of the night? Did you wish you put up more of a fight? When she said it was too much Do you wish you could still touch her? It’s just a question

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HEY HI HELLO, barely finished this before the end of the event!!! Was supposed to be done by the middle of last week...whoops ^^;

Anyways, remember how I said that Midnights has an absurd number of YasMoon songs on it??? WELP.

I SURE AS HELL WASN'T DONE AFTER MAROON.

I've been playing with the idea of doing something for the girls relating to Question for a while now, since you could really take the gayest possible interpretation of this song XD Like if the narrator is actually asking herself said question, then the whole thing is just a sad lesbian beating herself up for not working harder to hold onto a good relationship. Like I think we've all had those kinds of conversations with ourselves where we're like "Ugh, I can't believe you snuck out of her house in the middle of the night. Do you wish you'd fought for her more? I bet you do. Loser." Maybe it's just me because I have mental back-and-forths with myself all the time, half of which end up being roasting XD And that would be like 10x as true if I was a teenage closeted disaster lesbian, like our favorite offshoot Regina George!!!

ALSO "She was on your mind with some dickhead guy that you saw that night" is EXACTLY how Yasmine was about Moon and Hawk all damn summer while she was in France and I will not be taking criticisms at this time. Like I can just imagine this bitch obsessively stalking Moon's instagram and muttering in disdain about "this stupid dickwad and his stupid hair and his stupid tattoos and his stupid karate and his stupid smirk and his stupid girlfriend-stealing tendencies--" And then her family or whoever walks in like "Hey Yasmine wanna go get croque-monsieurs" and then she spends the entire brunch ranting about how annoying Hawk is XD And the next brunch. And the next brunch. And the next brunch. And then she posts photos in her and Moon's matching bikini out of spite.

(Also, not me realizing while rewatching for this that Season 3 is the only season where Yasmine has any scenes whatsoever without Moon present. Like if not lesbian, why follow Moon Nolastname around like a sad little simp!!! What is the reason!!! From S4 onwards, Yasmine never strays more than like 7 feet away from Moon at any given time and I'm NOT supposed to read that as gay as shit??? Fuck OFF It's almost like it's not straight to be obsessed with being close to another woman to the point that literally every time we see you, you're her +1 kasjdhuifkhydyug)

Fic preview under the cut!!! This is one of my favorite previews that I've written so far :3

CW for internalized lesbophobia and the brief use of a lesbophobic slur.

As always, moodboard pic credits available upon request!

***

It’s a formula as old as time.

The tortured, damaged bad boy with his whole roster of issues. The sweet, endlessly patient girl with no shortage of comforting words and soft touches. A pairing so natural that no one thinks twice about it.

And Yasmine fucking hates it more than anything else in the goddamn world.

Fuck the sad boys. Fuck their stupid issues, and fuck them thinking that the sensual touch of a kind girl is all they need to be whole. And most of all, fuck them for taking what’s rightfully hers and hers alone.

It was never Aisha getting the jump on her that she hated.

Sure, the wedgie hurt like a bitch. Sure, watching her lowest moment go viral was mortifying.

But the sting dissolved as soon as she boarded the plane for Paris. In a month tops, it all seemed inconsequential.

What really seared itself in her mind was the look on that stupid blue-haired boy’s face, watching with sadistic glee as she lost everything. Looking down smugly as he laid claim to the only thing that ever really mattered in her sorry life.

Well, she tells herself. What did you expect? It’s not like Moon didn’t have options.

Because that’s the core of all this, isn’t it? The truth that it feels like ripping her own nails out to admit.

Moon didn’t have to settle for her. She hadn’t for a long time.

Maybe even from the day they met, Moon could have done better.

She’s worked her way up to co-captain of the cheer squad, second-in-command only to an upperclassman with seniority. She’s the most vied for darling of every boy in school, with everyone from Brucks to the (straight) theater kids to the band geeks to the outcasts wanting a piece. Even the girls from the gymnastics team and the soccer team stare at her during pep rallies.

And that’s to say nothing of the people she befriends at cheer meets. The kids from other schools and extracurriculars and country clubs and Encino mixers and even mall hangouts who’re immediately drawn to Moon, wanting to get as much of that hot body and infectious personality as they can.

She has a way of worming her way into you. Making you love her, whether you want to or not. Making you want to follow her anywhere, jogging to keep up as she brings a strange mixture of irresistible energy and soothing calm wherever she goes.

Moon is well-named. She really is a bright, beautiful spot in a whole lot of fucking nothing. Surrounded by a void of boring people and wannabe suck-ups trying to match her light, no one else comes close.

It’s pathetic to even try. Yasmine certainly never could.

Perhaps what always tied Yasmine’s stomach up like some kind of fucked-up ribbon was the fear that maybe, somewhere out there, there was someone who could match Moon’s momentum. Her kindness. Her openness. Her confidence. The general feel about her where spending time with her was easier than breathing.

Or, well, LA was the city of movie stars. If any kid acted the part well enough—the perfect match for the perfect girl—then Moon would be none the wiser.

The point is that Moon isn’t short on choices. She looks for long enough, and she’ll find someone to her liking. Someone who treats her better and more fairly than she’s known for a while.

Yasmine just hoped that after everything, Moon would’ve chosen better than…that.

To be clear, she and Moon were never together. Not in a relationship. Not dating. Not going out. Not whatever the hell else people wanted to call it when they walked down the hallway giggling and holding hands, or blew through summer job money to take each other to expensive dinners.

She and Moon were steamy nights in the back of her Range Rover. Stolen kisses under the football bleachers. Fingers brushing and lightly clasping when Yasmine was sure no one would notice. Every excuse for bodily contact at school dances, when all the other kids were too busy grinding on each other to see. Wandering hands and wandering eyes that they could blame on the weed if they needed to.

Yasmine always resisted putting a name to it. It felt like that would make it a little too real. A little too close to cementing a truth she desperately needs to will out of existence.

But whatever it was, it was something.

And since Moon’s been gone, the skies have lost their violet.

***

“Shhh, shhh! They’re coming!”

There wasn’t much room under the lounge couch. Yasmine wasn’t sure if that made her situation better or worse.

One of Moon’s hands was entwined with hers as they lay on the floor, the other pressed warningly across her mouth. She was submerged in a strange world of warm, compressed darkness, dangling sofa flaps blocking out the rest of the world and sealing them in.

Only her and Moon, squished into this narrow little cubbyhole and on the cusp of something Yasmine could feel was truly absurd.

Footsteps entered the room. Creaking floorboards, shuffling on carpets, faint men’s voices.

“Hello? Anyone still in here?”

The gruff question received no answer.

“All right, then. Let’s close ‘er up for the night.”

More heavy footfalls, the jingling and clicking of a key in a lock, the closing of a door…then silence.

After several seconds, Yasmine tried to ask when the hell they could get out of there. It came out as muffled nonsense, Moon’s hand still pressing her lip balm.

Moon shushed her again. It felt like an eternity before the brunette girl finally broke the silence.

“Okay. We’re good to come out.”

They untangled their hands and scooted across the milky Persian rug, wiggling out from under the sofa in an undignified, giggling heap.

“See? Told you.” Moon snickered. “The custodian guys never bother actually checking if the lounge is empty. They don’t give a shit.”

Yasmine scoffed. “So why wait a million years for them to leave?”

“Well, like, if they heard a noise, they’d go check it out.” Moon shrugged. “They have the most boring job ever. It’d give them something to do. But also like…they’re not gonna go out of their way if it’s all just ‘business as usual’ stuff.”

“Right. So you wait 10 extra minutes because you want to stay trapped under a couch with a hot girl.”

For a moment, Moon looked flustered. Yasmine savored it.

Finally, Moon smirked. “Well, that, yeah. But also those guys are always gone in 10 minutes. 7 minutes to take a smoke break in the bathroom, 3 minutes to walk to the elevator. Works every time.”

“Wh—” Yasmine pursed her lips.

Moon stood, offering her a hand. “My parents have been taking me here since I was little. I’ve had plenty of time to perfect the routine.”

She raised an eyebrow as Moon helped her up. “What routine? You still haven’t told me what the actual plan is here.”

“Wait and see, Yas.”

Moon wove her way through the dark lounge, skirting couches, recliners, and glass-paned coffee tables lit only by the outside Santa Monica nightlife. Everything in the usually bustling room had a strange, surreal quality to it, from the blank wall TVs to the tidy potted plants to the shelves stuffed with porcelain urns and decorative seashell jars.

In the dim light, everything seemed so…hollow. Tinged with an artificial neon glow devoid of any real substance.

Moon wasn’t like that, though. Which is why it was strange as hell she’d found anything to be that excited about in that still, abandoned room.

She tried the door leading to the hallway. The handle wouldn’t budge.

Yasmine waited patiently for her to pull out some spare key she’d swiped, or reroute them to a different door. Instead Moon looked almost pleased, turning back toward the lounge interior.

“What—” Yasmine sputtered in disbelief. “Now look what you’ve done! You’ve got us locked in this stupid room until morning!”

“That’s the point,” Moon said evenly. “No one’s going to bother us here.”

Yasmine tensed with dread.

“What were you thinking?!” she hissed. “What are we going to eat?”

“Relax!” Moon laughed, waving a hand. “There’s a kitchenette. For like…catering and shit. Where do you think they keep all that fresh fruit they put out?”

She gestured to an open door off to the side, the glint of tiles and chrome appliances just visible through it.

Yasmine must’ve still looked skeptical. Moon chuckled.

“We’re not here for fruit, though.”

Moon set off across the room with that flawless, confident gait of hers, leaving Yasmine stumbling after. It was ironic, really—Yasmine was always the one who led the way, and she’d spent all night constantly wondering what Moon would do next. Waiting in suspense when she could usually pin Moon’s actions with some degree of precision.

Went to show there really was something different about Moon, compared to all the other types of girls she tended to be friends with. Moon was so…predictably unpredictable.

And when you’d had your entire life planned out since you were 4, there was an undeniable mystique in someone where you never knew quite what you were going to get.

The next moment, Yasmine sucked in her breath.

“Oh my god. You better not be doing what I think you’re doing.”

Moon didn’t even look up, now perched on the windowsill and fiddling with every latch.

She was an elegant silhouette against the great semicircular pane of glass, starlight and the flashing neons of the pier outlining her with a bright glow. She looked like she had one of those auras she was always going on about.

“My parents stayed here mostly for like…schmoozing stuff, so I got really bored sometimes,” she explained, in between (admittedly adorable) grunts of effort. “Poked around in anything I could keep myself busy with. So don’t worry—I’ve done this long enough to know how to be safe about everything.”

“Safe?” Yasmine groaned. “Oh, no.”

The center of the window swung open with a creak. Yasmine glanced around instinctively, half expecting a security guard to melt out of the shadows and start yelling.

Moon laughed again.

“Yas, chill! That’s why we waited 10 minutes.”

She hopped off the sill.

The next moment she was standing on the roof of the Casa del Mar, offering Yasmine her hand.

The other girl must have stared for a while. Moon frowned, hand faltering.

“Are you coming?”

“We’re walking across unstable roof tiles we could easily slip on and go plummeting to our deaths. Like…voluntarily.”

“Just trust me.”

“But my shoes—”

“Take them off!”

Yasmine looked down at the designer platform heels.

“You want me to prance around some filthy, bird shit-covered roof. With, like, nails and tile shards sticking up everywhere. Barefoot.”

Moon only giggled.

“I’ve done this a million times. I know the places where the birds don’t crap and the tiles are stable. Follow my lead, and you’ll be fine.”

Yasmine sighed, already kicking off the footwear very much not made to scale hotel roofs. She climbed onto the sill, reaching down to grab her friend’s hand.

“I hope you know if I slip and fall to my death, my parents will sue. And if I step in bird shit or, like, some dead seagull or something else disgusting, I’ll kill you myself.”

“Understood.”

Moon pulled her down, and she landed on the terracotta tiles with a heavy thump. She teetered for a moment, head spinning at the sheer foreignness of what she was doing.

What the fuck. What the fuck. What the actual fuck.

Her parents would have her hide for a carpet if they ever found out about this. At the very least, they’d lock her in her room and never let her out again.

No mar on their precious princess, no matter how small, was acceptable collateral. Nothing that came of her living her life outside a bubble was.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay! I’ve got you.”

Moon held her in place, arms soft but steady.

Yasmine’s heart slowed. Whatever panic had been bubbling up dissipated, evaporating into the cool air.

And then she found herself laughing, shaking her head in amused disbelief.

“I cannot effing believe we’re doing this.”

Moon clutched her hands, grinning. “Better than smoking in the basement again, right?”

“Probably.” Yasmine grimaced. “Still not totally convinced you’re not plotting my murder, though.”

Moon laughed again, eyes gleaming with fondness. “You’ll love it! You’ll see. I mean…look.”

Yasmine gripped tighter onto Moon’s hands, trying to let her nerves flutter off with the salty breeze.

It really was stunning. The dark ocean waves, the cheerful, colorful flashes of Pacific Park, the distant, light-spangled hills. The inky outlines of palm trees, like pitch-black paintbrushes against a hazy sky. The soft swish of water lapping against sand. The faint hum of traffic and voices and bar music and city life.

“Yeah, okay.” She let a small smile poke through. “Not bad.”

And Moon leaned in, pressing their mouths together as naturally as if they weren’t keeping it a secret from the entire world.

She was a good kisser—had been from the jump. Always with the added sweetness of a gloss or balm, but with the passion of someone who didn’t need either to make a person shiver. Slow, sensual, teasing with a hungry tongue in all the right places. Sucking Yasmine’s lower lip in a way that always left her wanting a little more.

But it was strangely innocent, too. Filled with little bursts of warm affection, given unconditionally and without reservations. Something with a kind of magic and allure that made Yasmine’s chest flitter, like a towered damsel in some children’s fairy tale with her rescuer close at hand.

Like all the girls who swooned over their hypothetical future “Prince Charming” were idiots. Yasmine found something better.

Every time Moon pulled away, her smile was blinding. And seeing it…

That was a feeling Yasmine hadn’t been able to replicate.

“Come on.” Moon leaned in, about to bubble over with excitement. “I’ll show you my spot.”

And just like that, they were making their way across a hotel roof 8 stories above the ground. Yasmine kept her hand firmly wrapped in Moon’s, surprised to see her friend maneuvering between tiles easier than a squirrel.

“So how the hell have you ‘done this a million times?’” Yasmine demanded. “Were you some kind of, like, tortured insomniac as a kid, and had to go running around on roofs to cope?”

Moon chuckled. “Not exactly. I did have a hard time getting to sleep sometimes, so I’d go exploring at night. But climbing around up here could tire me out in 30 minutes.”

“Oh? Are you going to go to sleep on me?”

“Oh, no.” Moon turned, flashing her a mischievous look. “There’ll be plenty of time for sleeping on you later.”

“That’s not what I…!”

“I know,” Moon hummed. “But I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Yasmine’s cheeks grew hot. Fucking Moon, and her fucking ways of making you flustered all while innocently batting those pretty lashes of hers.

It threw Yasmine off more than she would ever admit. Even at gunpoint, or at threat of losing hundreds of followers. Whichever.

“So…what?” Yasmine collected herself again, trying to focus on carefully matching Moon’s limber steps. “Your parents never came looking for you when you vanished out of their room?”

Moon shrugged. “They were getting high off their asses as soon as the mixers were over for the night. I don’t think they knew where I was half the time.”

It was a simple thing—said casually, without much apparent concern. But something about the nonchalance gutted Yasmine.

She knew what that was like. Having parents who only kept track of you when it wasn’t too inconvenient. Having parents who left you to your own devices so they could focus on being fake to get ahead and then drowning the pain of their own shitty life choices with drugs and alcohol and whatever else.

Yasmine often wondered if Moon was a prop for her parents, too. Just a tool to boost their reputation at the end of the day. Proof of these damaged adults’ ability to settle down with a “normal” nuclear family and pump out a kid, just as society expected.

It didn’t seem like them. She’d met them a few times—Moon’s mom was mellow and easygoing, while her dad was charming and friendly. They were attentive to their daughter in a way that made Yasmine envious.

But no one knew more than her that a few interactions never told the whole story.

Nonetheless, she decided not to pry. Moon probably didn’t want to spend their rendezvous talking about family troubles.

“So you never get anyone bitching to management about the ceiling noise?” she asked. “Or calling the lobby panicking because there’s some dark figure creeping around the roof?”

“Well, I’m not exactly stomping,” Moon pointed out. “And no one can see me from where I’m sitting. See?”

She turned, leading them over a ridge and behind a thick chimney. Carefully, she settled down, leaning her shoulder on the concrete.

“Completely blocked from all the room windows,” she said, shrugging. “And our silhouette just blends into the chimney.”

The rest of the tension in Yasmine’s muscles finally drained, slipping off the roof eaves like rainwater. She sat beside Moon, pressing against her side.

For a moment, they sat in silence, listening to the sea and watching the dark beach. Yasmine curled into Moon, letting her head slump onto the other girl’s shoulder.

“People always say the night sky isn’t pretty in LA,” Moon said finally. “Too much light pollution. But I say they’ve never been out here.”

“Oh, yeah?” Yasmine nudged her playfully. “And what’s so special about the rooftop view of a random building in Santa Monica, huh? The ocean eats the smog or something?”

Moon chuckled. “No, no. It’s like…the glare from the fair lights actually makes it look lighter. See how it’s that hazy purple color?”

Yasmine squinted. It just looked like a dull, dark grayish mass to her.

Until it didn’t.

Clouds drifted by, the same inky black as the palm tree silhouettes. And underneath them…

The sky was a foggy violet, like the melted remains of a grape snow cone. Highlighted and traced in the ever-present flickers from the pier ferris wheel.

And what the hell was her life, she suddenly wondered, before Moon wandered into it with the watercolor paints that she washed over the world? With her silky flower shawls and her soft laughs and her gentle touches? With the ethereal way she carried herself, like she was in tune with all the energy in the universe and woven in with something far greater than Yasmine could ever hope to understand?

On the hotel roof, Yasmine only shook her head. “I don’t know how you notice stuff like that.”

Moon shrugged. “I think a lot. Pay attention to details. Must be the Virgo in me.”

“Oh, stop.” Yasmine gently poked her side, and Moon giggled. “You can’t blame everything on that.”

“You’re right. Only most things.”

“It’s such bull!”

“Is not! You’re just lame!”

Yasmine gasped, clutching her heart in mock offense.

“Oh, bitch, you take that back!”

They swatted each other until their hands ended up entangled, fallen so that Moon lay reclined on top of Yasmine. She smiled down, expression soft even in her triumph.

And Yasmine couldn’t help herself. She pulled her neck down and kissed her again.

When Moon finally rolled off, their fingers stayed interlaced. Together, they stared at the sky.

“Look,” Moon whispered. “The light pollution doesn’t snuff everything. If you really look closely, you can even see stars up there.”

And so Yasmine could.

***

“Hey, Moon! Come here!”

There was solace in how quickly Moon unpeeled herself from the mohawk freak. It ended as soon as her hand brushed down his arm, lingering on his.

Moon murmured something to him that Yasmine couldn’t make out. Some sweet nothing, accompanied by the sort of warm look that Yasmine used to lay sole claim to.

She was smiley with everyone, of course, but it was different with Yasmine. Deeper. More sincere. Showing a kind of firmly-rooted happiness—gleaming eyes that looked at the queen bee like she was the entire world and then some.

And now she was giving that to this random asshole she just met.

Moon sauntered across the sand, the orange of the campfire flickering off her. Blithe and giggly and completely unbothered, as though she hadn’t decided in one fell swoop that Yasmine didn’t matter to her anymore.

The fucking nerve.

“Can’t believe I’ve never seen that guy before! Must be a transfer.”

She opened the interaction like they were nothing more than the gossipey, boy-crazy straight girl bffs the rest of the school thought they were. Like they hadn’t screwed in the Range Rover and the Benz alike dozens upon dozens of times.

Yasmine concentrated every ounce of poison she had into a burning glare. If looks could kill, then she would damn well try.

“What. The fuck. Is your problem?”

It came out in a contemptuous hiss—enough to put the mascot of that stupid snake karate school to shame. Moon stepped back, genuinely thrown off.

What the hell was she so shocked about?

“We just kissed.” She shrugged. “It’s not a big deal.”

And the implication hit Yasmine hard, like the aftershock of a car crash. Slamming the brakes only to lurch forward anyways, steering wheel ramming your gut.

Because kissing was just kissing. It wasn’t a big deal. Something teenagers did and then forgot about when they sobered up. A physical urge that let people experiment with their bodies and what felt good and what didn’t, but nothing beyond that.

It’s only kissing. It’s only a hookup. You’re getting it out of your system. It’s a phase. You’re confused. You don’t love her.

You don’t love her. You don’t love her. You don’t love her. You don’t love her.

All things Yasmine told herself over and over and over and over. She told herself until she could will it into truth.

Because if she couldn’t, she was fucked.

And now, standing with her eyes locked with her best friend’s, she genuinely couldn’t tell if Moon knew what she was saying. The undercurrent of venom laced into it.

Because had she really just admitted that nothing they did meant shit to her? Or did she know damn well it did, and the blue-haired boy was a challenge?

You’re losing me, Yasmine. Come and get me before it’s too late.

Because Yasmine always insisted their “thing” was nothing. It was all a big wad of fucking nothing, and it didn’t exist as soon as they set foot in public. And here Moon was, on the cusp of diving into another big wad of fucking nothing with someone else.

There was a look in Moon’s eye that Yasmine hadn’t seen before. A sort of hard, icy taunt, like she was daring Yasmine to say what always lay trapped just behind her tongue. What floated in the air like the smell of fresh gasoline, all deceptive appeal and hidden danger.

But she didn’t. She wouldn’t give Moon the satisfaction.

So this is how you thank me. After everything I’ve done to pull you up to the top with me. Protect you from bitches saying nasty things about you and creeps trying to get a piece of you. Made you feel better than anyone else ever could. Got you moaning like you were ascending to nirvana.

She only choked out one simple question. The one thing that she couldn’t make any sense of, no matter how much she tried to read Moon’s expression and piece together what was going on behind those beautiful brown curls.

“Why him?”

She didn’t hold back, letting the words drip with scorn.

Moon’s answer was disappointing, delivered with another shrug.

“He was hot. And he was into me.”

Her hand drifted to Yasmine’s arm. She smiled, and Yasmine wasn’t sure if it was out of tired affection or condescending pity.

She wasn’t sure which was worse.

“Hey. Cheer up,” Moon said. “There’s plenty of cute boys here to go around, okay? Promise I won’t hog them all.”

Her teasing laugh made Yasmine wonder if it really had been all in her head.

This wasn’t serious to Moon. Kissing, sex, drugs and alcohol—all just fun weekend pasttimes she could do with anyone. Swapping out one partner for another was as neutral a thing as taking guac on her burrito instead of sour cream.

It wasn’t some desperate plea for her to win Moon back. How could it be?

The way Moon saw it, there was nothing to win. There was only whatever tongue was currently exploring her mouth, and any tongue that could potentially do it better.

No people. No significance. Only pleasure and sensations and the same smile on reserve for anyone who crawled inside her.

Not like it was a difficult feat to achieve.

“I’ve got to go. He’s waiting for me.”

Moon’s hand slipped away, on her skin for less than she’d squeezed that stupid blue-haired boy’s for.

And then she was walking away, a disappearing blur in dim firelight. Yasmine curled her lip, shaking her head.

She was the one to say what went on between her and Moon meant nothing. And now she was stuck in the peculiarly infuriating position of having Moon believe her.

They both knew it was a lie. That unspoken acknowledgment was what kept them coming back for more, despite the supposed insignificance of it all.

Or so Yasmine thought, anyways. It would seem they hadn’t been on the same page.

And now she was watching Moon leave, confident and breezy and completely fine. And it felt like a nail file being ground against her skin, scraping back and forth viciously enough to draw blood. A slow, pulsating agony, rubbing her whole body raw.

You don’t love her.

You can’t.

Except that you kind of do, don’t you?

Yasmine’s chest roiled.

Like a dirty fucking dyke. And when people figure it out, they’ll never want near you again.

But they didn’t have to figure it out. And she didn’t have to lose Moon.

“Well, uh. Hello there!”

Oh, fuck me.

***

Random author's notes, in no particular order:

I remember in every health class I've ever taken in school, they tell us one of the hugest reasons teens develop drug addictions is because of boredom. And the two biggest demographics are poor kids and ultra-wealthy kids!!! Which kinda makes sense--like poor kids might not have access to anything more engaging to do (hence S1 Robby smoking and doing delinquent stuff with the "bad kids"), but rich kids, even with a lot of money, have their needs SO attended to that it's probably super easy for them to get bored. Like we know Yasmine (and probably Moon, too) don't really have to try hard in school or do their homework, since their parents can just bribe the teachers. And it's not like they have to work after school or summer jobs to make money since they can just ask for (or maybe even steal) what they need. Probably easy for these girls (and rich kids in general) to feel kind of directionless and at loose ends, since they've never had to put in real effort to get through life. So definitely not out of the realm of possibility for Moon to get bored even at a lavish hotel that I personally would kill to stay at aksdjhsuyefigdyrj

I've noticed this kind of rich kid drug culture in shows like Outer Banks, too, especially with regard to rich kids who deal with abuse and/or neglect at home. Annalisa Cochrane said in an interview that she thinks Yasmine gets emotionally neglected by her parents, and acts out partly for attention. And Moon's parents seem pretty irresponsible and are possibly drug addicts themselves, considering her mom gives her weed for her birthday. I just think it's kinda interesting that these two ultra-wealthy girls' idea of a good time is getting high in a fast food parking lot, when they DEFINITELY have the money and resources to do something a lot more bougie and rich girl-esque. I guess the point was to show that they're "vapid" and irresponsible and a bad influence on Sam or whatever, but I can't help but wonder how they got that way!!! I get the impression that these girls are pretty understimulated, and possibly use weed and alcohol to help cope with feelings of emptiness and unfulfillment.

Basically all the night photography I looked at of Santa Monica had the sky as this deep purple, but I was kind of skeptical because it looked photoshopped. But I was driving home from work the other day (I live in a similar oceanside climate, for reference), and sure enough!!! The sky does indeed turn a sort of a hazy purplish-gray at night in dense urban areas with a lot of light pollution, so I wasn't bullshitting y'all!!!

Genuinely can't decide if for the finished fic I want to write the entire "Demetri hitting on Yasmine" scene from Yas's point of view, or just cut it off at "oh, for FUCK'S sake" XD Like idk which would be funnier (and more lesbian): Yasmine steadily growing more and more horrified as this idiot gay guy tries to shoot his shot, or immediately cutting to the next scene because Yas thinks the whole bit isn't even worth mentioning.

Very, very excited to finish writing Yasmine's POV of the beach party, and then dive into Moon's POV for the All Too Well fic. Like this is the biggest misunderstanding of the century and I'm going to milk the fuck out of the tragic irony of it all. It's like the perfect mixture of Moon diving into some good old-fashioned loophole abuse (i.e. "it's not cheating if you keep insisting we're not dating!") and genuinely believing that since Yasmine said their fling meant nothing to her, Yas wouldn't mind if Moon explored her options. Meanwhile Yasmine was counting on Moon picking up on like 5 layers of hidden meanings. You know. Like a moron. Also, all of the hidden meanings were "I love you but I can't spit it out for shit and now I'm mad that you don't magically know without me having to say it." Useless lesbians <3

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painless-innit-colourful · 3 years

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OKAY! Here's my full commentary of the night, from two middle aged unmarried women, a young sapphic that wasn't really watching, and me, the only person in the room that has watched Eurovision before. We're all performers (one former professional dancer, one dance teacher at university, one student dance teacher, and one singer in training) and we had some... opinions. Okay, let's go!

Cyprus: Bad Romance, if it was sung by Shakira with added yodelling.

Albania: SHE'S GOT GAS (lmaooo Graham Norton mentioned flatulence during the postcard and it ruined us).

Israel: Quite a bop, though that girl did not have legs, she had sticks. (Also the dancer on the front left had pulled his calf by the end lmao.) Thought it was an ironic choice of song name for the country that's been bombing Palestine.

Belgium: Too angsty for Eurovision.

Russia: Brilliantly wacky - very Eurovision. We in the living room are slightly worried for their safety after tonight. Awesome.

Malta: OH YEAHH, THAT BANGED. That's a Top 40 in the UK for sure. That's the living room favourite for now.

Portugal: "I don't know where I belong-" "I'm from the deep south." "Of Portugal."

Serbia: "This is like when three... Unmarried women in their 40s are drunk on New Year's Eve and go: 'Hey, what if we did Eurovision?'" / "Destiny's Inappropriate Auntie." (thanks Graham.)

UK: Alright (definitely better than our last one), but we spent most of our watch session talking about how my aunt literally taught one of the dancers two years ago.

Greece: WE SPENT MOST OF THE SONG TALKING ABOUT THOSE DANCERS. THE AR DIDN'T QUITE WORK 100% LMAOOO. Also her catsuit? Impeccable. That's a Bond girl right there.

Switzerland: We had so much to say about that one. It sounded like Writing's On The Wall. It looked like performance art. It was shot like a Bond opening. Then he started WIGGLING. AND HIS SHADOW MADE HIM LOOK LIKE HE HAD A MULLET.

Iceland: WE WANT THEM TO WIN. THAT WAS SO GOOD. THAT WAS SATIRE. I WANNA GO TO THE PUB WITH THEM. THAT WAS AWESOME. "How does it keep getting better" HOW ABOUT YOU TELL ME!!!

Spain: Ah. A 6 metre moon. We were hoping for a staging malfunction.

Moldova: Learn some Breath Control lady. Also those backing dancers were the best part. One of them looked like Michael McIntyre.

Germany: Good LORD. That was the cheesy filler song from a musical, with the addition of a hand near constantly giving everyone the finger.

Finland: YOOOOOOO. Okay. That was like, incredibly ironic to say they weren't allowed to put their middle fingers up after what just happened in Germany... Lmao. Anyway! That was awesome. Did you see the audience? They were going crazy. So were we. Hope that wins. Living room favourite.

Bulgaria: Pretty staging. Pretty lady. Pretty voice. Ehhhhh song.

Lithuania: AYYYE. THAT WAS TOO MUCH FUN. The choreography was terrible, in the absolute best way. We loved that, a lot.

Ukraine: Ukrainian folk rave. An unexpected bop. No idea what was happening with the visuals. Why did she murder Orville.

France: Very nice song, always love the sound of the French language. We spent three minutes talking about why we dislike the French.

Azerbaijan: Great song. We spent two minutes trying to remember the name of Little Mix song I always sing "My lemons" to the chorus.

Norway: EXCELLENT SONG. However, we could see why Graham Norton said not to look at the screen. Good GOD what was that choreography. Who's idea was the devils.

Netherlands: Kinda forgot what nation that was: some great African influences. Anyway, tonight the 80s reign supreme. Why they were dressed like airline staff, I don't know.

Italy: Very glam rock. We spent a minute talking about Estonia's entrant from last time.

Sweden: Oh, that was so cool. That was the kinda song I can imagine hearing on the music channel in a hotel room where it's the only channel in English. That guy could go mainstream.

San Marino: WHY IS FLO RIDA HERE (still don't like San Marino after their dentist beat us last time).

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hella1975 · 3 years

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top five fav playlists you’ve ever made

omg why would you do this to me. shoot me it would hurt less

1. tears falling down at the party - i didn't know a playlist could hit this hard but it is made surrounding a really really specific mindset i get in sometimes and i honestly popped off while making it

2. i feel dark academia sapphic in this chilli's tonight - just banger after banger no skips and was also the first playlist i ever made that got likes so i was like omg is this... fame? this must be fame

3. oh healing, you non-linear bastard - idk what crack i put in this but listening to it can honestly get me out of the most atrocious mood. this playlist can wake the dead and make them want to live again

4. girl help i hate my hometown - the first song on it is town called malice by the jam this had no choice but to slap

5. making an existential dread playlist is NOT therapy! get help - this is the playlist equivalent of a victorian child being given cocaine to cure a cough. i can't elaborate past that

#the way i wanted to put every character playlist ive ever made on here #particularly mr noah song's playlist #im in my noah feels today apparently #ask #ask game #music tings #guys i have to go for a few hours but im gonna try and answer ALL of these #bc i genuinely feel like i've not properly interacted since i came to uni just bc ive been so busy #and i miss you a lot :(#do NOT quote me on that i will bite you

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whataboringstory · 3 years

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Been thinking.

You know those jokes that are like “can someone plz date me until Red (Taylor’s Version) comes out?”

Well does anyone know of any fics where Merlin is a major Swiftie and begs Arthur, his best friend, to please please just pretend to date him for a few months just so he can fully appreciate the album in all its glory. As like a joke. And Arthur reluctantly agrees. And then it’s basically a fake dating au except the twist is they’re jokingly faking for themselves, not to convince other people. Everyone in their lives knows they’re pretending, they were told. They think it’s hilarious. They were told that the relationship is fake but they’re also the only ones that know that the relationship is actually “fake”, because of course Merlin and Arthur are oblivious and only realise that “Oh wait… I’m actually so in love with him” when they break up. And they’re both utterly heartbroken, but pretend they’re not, but cry so hard to the album when they’re alone. And you know how it goes… angst, lack of communication, pining, until they finally admit to each other that it wasn’t at all fake.

Has anyone read anything like that? If not start writing please.

………On that note, I currently am still taking applications for sapphics that would want to be my girlfriend until November

And now for some lyrics that would fit the non-existent fic:

“And I neverrrrr saw you comingggggg.

And I’ll neverrrrrrer be the saaaaammeeeeee”

“And I’d be smart to walk away, but you’re quicksand”

“I can’t decide if it’s a choice, getting swept away. I hear the sound of my voice asking you to stay”

“And I just want to tell you it takes everything in me not to call you, and I wish I could run to you, and I hope you know that every time I don’t, I almost do.”

“You took the time to memorise me, my hopes, my fears and dreams. I just like hanging out with you all the time. All those times that you didn’t leave, it’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you for my whole life.”

“Come back and tell me why I’m feelin like I missed you all this time, and meet me there tonight and let me know that it’s not all in my mind.”

“I told myself don’t get attached, but in my mind I play it back, spinning faster than the plane that took you.

And this is when the feeling sinks in; I don’t wanna miss you like this. Come back, be here.”

“Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted was right there in front of you. Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song. Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer. Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong.”

#bbc merlin #merlin #merthur #merthur fic prompt #i have a very specific brand #and I am proud of that #but tell me that State of Grace and Sad Beautiful Tragic are not perfect canon era merthur songs #tell me #I dare you #anyway I’m going to randomly disappear again back to my cave #see you next month with another post #whataboringpost

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marvelfansince08love · 4 years

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The Pleasure is all Mine - Chapter 6

Word count: 4250

Pairing: Lou Miller x Female!Reader

Warning: Angsty as fuuuck - I apologise in advance lmao.

A/N: Sorry for the slow updates... my shift pattern at work as changed so I’ve been working back to back shifts at the hospital, I hope to have my prompt request up in the next two days just before my birthday at the end of the week. Enjoy this chapter.. I had a love/hate relationship with it.

Fun fact: I listened to ‘Prisoner’, ‘As you are’ and ‘Angel’ by The Weeknd in that order while writing the party scene.. so i feel like they are the songs that were playing at the time. So feel free to listen to those songs while reading if you like!

Thank you @imnotasuperhero you bloody diamond!

Tags: @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @redcrete @iamheartless @deadly-darling @gaylorrds @smuttty @existentialcrisiscat @saucy-sapphic @veteranwerewolf95

I do not own this beautiful picture but this is basically how Lou looks in this chapter, so enjoy that image x

Chapter 6

"Good morning New York City, it's 9am on a sunny saturday -" the ecstatic radio station burst with life, startling me awake. I groan in displeasure as I turn to hit the disturbing box before rolling back over and stretching my tired limbs, my hand brushes against the cool sheets in the empty space beside me making me pout; missing the warmth of Lou wrapped around me in our sleepy state. I hear my phone vibrate on my nightstand making me reach quickly for it, hoping that it's her. My heart flutters, my grin wide making my cheeks ache slightly at the received message.

Good morning beautiful. Waking up this morning without you next to me was dreadful, I miss holding you and watching your nose twitch and your eyelashes flutter as you wake. If waking up in a cold empty bed without you feels this awful I don't ever wanna sleep again - 9.03am

Good morning to you too, the feeling is definitely mutual. Hopefully we won't have to feel like this soon... say tomorrow night? - 9.04am I reply nervously, hoping I haven't come across as too needy.

Is that a promise? - 9.08 am

Signed and sealed - 9.10am

I'll be counting down the minutes, baby. Have a lovely day, I'll be thinking of you x - 9.12am

I sigh smitten with this wonderfully charming woman who seems to have my heart racing like no other.

I wish I could wake up every morning with her, I sulk thoughtfully as I begrudgingly leave my bed and head towards the kitchen ready to start the day.

As I continue to make my pancakes; that's not nearly half as good as what Lou makes, a loud knock echoes through my apartment startling me out of my funk. I place the pan onto the side and quickly make my way to the door and open it, revealing Rachel and Luke both with matching cheshire cat grins.

"Well well well, look who slept in her own apartment last night. Oh, but does that mean she's here instead?" Rachel teases while trying to poke her head through the door. I roll my eyes at them playfully before opening the door wider, letting them enter my apartment.

They both rush in and scan the open area in search of a tall blonde goddess making me laugh at the non subtle actions.

"She's not here if you must know. I slept alone last night," I answered with slight disappointment. They both seem to catch on to the tone and smirk wide.

"You wished you hadn't, though. Damn, she must have been good." Luke states, wiggling his eyebrows as Rachel walks towards the kitchen and grabs a bite of my untouched pancakes, chuckling in agreement.

"So I thought we could go shopping and grab a bite to eat before coming back here and starting our movie marathon, maybe order the Chinese later on?" I ask, wanting to change the topic. I got an agreed 'whoop' and an exclaimed 'YES!" from my friends who are far too interested in my breakfast.

Guess I'll add grabbing breakfast while out onto the agenda then I think to myself.

I huff jokingly before telling them to make themselves comfortable while I get changed for the day, already knowing that they always make themselves comfortable in my space.

Once dressed in my high waisted jeans and oversized jumper I make my way over to the two clowns who seem to be messing up my kitchen as they wash up.

"Can you guys ever just come over without making a mess? It's like having two children in the apartment," I laugh at the defensive 'Hey' from the pair before shooing them out of my kitchen and towards the door.

"Come on, I've gotta grab some breakfast considering you both eat mine." I sulk playfully as we make our way out of the apartment and onto the streets of New York.

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"Alright, but getting kicked out of the store for giving my opinion on that awful flowery dress with those ankle boots was a bit far. If anything, I was helping the poor woman out by stopping her from buying it." Rachel complains while Luke helps carry half of her shopping bags through my apartment, I roll my eyes in slight annoyance already hearing this story three times since being out.

"Rach, we were pretty much finished in there anyway. And "the flower pattern on that dress makes it look like an 80s hippie threw up on you" wasn't very nice," I comment, taking my bags through the apartment towards my room, while they flop onto my sofa, bags still in hand.

I walk back through into the living room and flop down next to them and sigh in relief.

God, I hate and love shopping.

My phone vibrates in my jean pocket and I grin subtly as to not draw attention to the others:

Strawberries or chocolate? - 16.00pm

Why not both? What's with the weird question? ;) - 16.02pm

Just some useful information to store away for future reference;), I miss you x - 16.04pm

I blush slightly and try to hold back a squeal as I bite gently on my lower lip before pocketing my phone away from potential prying eyes.

"Okay, all that shopping and carrying Miss.fashionista bags around all day is making me hungry, Chinese?" Luke complains, flashing us his emerald green eyes and a pout for good measure making me pout back in mocking sympathy.

"Of course, you big baby. Can't hack shopping with two women." I joke.

"Darling, I've been out of the closet since I walked out of there in my mums six inch stilettos. I can hack shopping with two women," He shoots back, making us all laugh. Rachel grabs her phone from the table in front of us as I grab hold of the menu and recite my usual to her. Once we've ordered, we make our way towards my kitchen to make our crazy cocktails for the afternoon.

Ever since I moved here, it's been a tradition that whenever we all have more than one day off in the week together, we meet up and have a 'friends day/ night gathering'. It all started after Rachel's 'love of her life' decided to run out on her the morning after a drunken night out leaving her crying on my doorstep and a distraught Luke not knowing how to handle a crying female alone.

We continue to laugh and joke while making terrible margaritas and other alcoholic potions when Harry Styles' 'Adore You' echoes through the kitchen area making us pause as two matching grins face me while I blush under their playful stares.

"Cute," Luke whispers, making me hush them both before removing myself and my phone away from their prying ears.

"Hello you!" I greet with slight flirtation

"Well if it isn't the voice of my beautiful goddess, I've missed you"

"I've missed you too, you charmer. Do you say that to all of the girls?" I tease, smiling smugly when I hear her laugh loudly.

"You know it's only you baby" she jokes back but the tone of her voice indicates her seriousness, making me smile.

"How was the party planning?" I ask, making my way to my bedroom.

"It went great actually. We're all pretty set up for later on which is why I'm calling. I forgot to ask yesterday but I got so caught up with everything here I forgot to mention it. I want to informally invite you to Daphne's party tonight, the invite is extended to Rachel and Luke as I know it's your friends night" I smile at that, liking that she remembered.

"I would love to come! I'll double check with them but if there's alcohol involved they're usually up for anything" I joke making us both chuckle.

"Okay great! I'll see you later tonight then?" She says hopefully making my stomach flutter with excitement.

God, it's only been a day and I'm like this I mutter thoughtfully to myself.

"I'll see you later. It's definitely at your place right?"

"As much as I tried to move it... yes it is," she grumbles all in good nature, I chuckle softly before muttering a goodbye ending the call. Practically skipping my way back to the kitchen where they are both plating up the food that must have just arrived. I excitedly relay the message to my friends, who cheer in response before chatting about what they are going to wear.

Once we have finished our food, Luke and Rachel leave to go and get changed for the party while I fret over my choice of outfit. Deciding that my black dress with off the shoulder straps shows off my curves the best, I slip it on with a pair of black heels. After touching up on my makeup, I curl my hair into loose curls to finish the look.

I really do scrub up well, I think feeling confident with my choice.

My phone lights up with a 'we're here' text from Rachel before I grab my long coat and make my way down the stairs of my apartment building.

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Lights shine through the warehouse windows with party music blaring through big speakers making the lyrics crystal clear outside, a few party goers chat loudly outside while enjoying a cigarette.

"Oh, my God. I've never been to a celebrity birthday party before!" Luke exclaims, nudging Rachel and pointing towards another movie star that he saw on the big screen one time. I chuckle and shake my head at his starstruck face before looping my arm through his and walking towards the door.

"Luke, Daphne and the rest of them are just like normal regular people relax," I tease while Rachel nods in agreement.

"Yeah, what's so great about Daphne Kluger anyway." Rachel mutters while eyeing a tall tattooed blonde guy standing by the doorway of the entrance, she winks in his direction making him grin back in return. I roll my eyes at her boldness before continuing into the living room area which has been converted into a dance space for the night.

I scan the room searching for a particular blonde with crystal blue eyes but before I can make it further into the room I feel a pair of arms circle around my waist and a light pressure on my shoulder from the chin that's now placed there, soft lips brush gently against my jawline.

"Well, don't you look absolutely stunning. I love the straps on this dress, a lot of access to kiss you more." Her raspy voice sends a shiver down my spine as she places a gentle kiss on my shoulder. I smirk at her forwardness enjoying the feeling of her body against mine. I turn around in her arms to face and gape at her, holding in a groan of pleasure as my eyes scan every inch of her.

No one should look that good in a suit.

She stands in a black suit consisting of a white shirt with a black bowtie that hangs down loosely from under her neck collar. Her blonde hair pulled up in a loose bun leaving her face free, for the first time since meeting her I'm left speechless.

"Oh, dear... it seems I've rendered you speechless. Maybe I should come back once you've regained your senses, hmm?" She mocks with that signature smirk that makes my knees go weak.

"I..um.. you look..."

"Ravishing?" She implies still smirking.

yes

"Amazing was what I was going for... maybe even hot but your cockiness has bumped you down to just amazing," I joke matching her smirk, we stare at each other for a moment appreciating one another when a very loud cough interrupts our staring, making me turn slightly in Lou's arm.

"Well, you must be Lou Miller. I'm Rachel and this is Lucas but he prefers Luke, I see you've been taking up our girls' time lately, you must be really special" She states, grinning at us both as she holds her hand out for Lou to shake which she happily reaches for while still keeping a secured arm around my waist.

"It's nice to meet you both. Sorry this place is a little crowded, Daphne clearly doesn't understand a small get together" she says, throwing on one of her most charming smiles making Rachel and even Luke giggle. I roll my eyes at their smitten ways.

Guess I'm not the only one that affected by the Miller charm

"Oh leave it out, Miller. You know you like a good party!" Daphne exclaims, stumbling slightly over to us weaving through the crowd of people as Constance and Nine-ball carry over a tray of shots with Rose and Amita trailing behind clearly still sober, ever the responsible two.

"Y/N darling, it's so good to see you again! I'm so glad you could make it!" She slurs, hiccuping in between words occasionally making me chuckle quietly before she pulls me out of Lou's arm and into her own squeezing me tightly. I pat her back gently before muttering "Hey Daphne, it's nice to see you again. Hey guys!" I address the others over Daphne's shoulder who smiles widely and waves while Constance holds up the liquid filled tray.

"I got shots!" Making everyone cheer even Rose, Daphne let's go of her hold on me and reaches for a glass as Lou steps closer to me and hands me one. We clink our glasses, never taking our eyes off each other before letting the burning liquor trickle down our throats. I cough slightly at the sudden taste before whispering into Lou's ear.

"Where's Tammy and Debbie?" She pulls back long enough for me to see her point upstairs and wiggle her eyebrows at me, making me gasp and giggle at her childish behaviour.

"They'll be down soon though. Tammy's excited to see you again, she can't wait to have someone she can complain to about mine and Debbie's behaviour" she jokes, pouting playfully at me as I cup her cheek and pat it in mocking sympathy.

"Oh, you poor baby. Have you ever thought that maybe she's right to complain about it" I laugh at her offended expression, I notice some of the team looking in our direction not so subtly with small soft smiles while they talk with my friends in our makeshift circle between the bar and dancefloor, clearly enjoying watching me tease their friend.

The night continues on with our back and forth teasing and not to mention the subtle touch of fingertips and the grazed hand over my ass while we spoke with Tammy and Debbie making me scold her softly causing Tammy to laugh and a raised eyebrow and twitch of a smirk from Debbie. Throughout the night I've noticed a particular redhead staring over at us, her expression difficult to read in the dimly lit room as night fell over outside. I brush it off as slight paranoia with being around so many strangers. After a while we both get separated by Lou’s work friends who require her attention at the bar, she frowns in displeasure before I give her a quick kiss on the corner of her mouth and reassure her that I'll be okay. I wandered over to Rachel and Luke who seemed to have departed after the first two rounds of shots at the beginning of the night to go and throw some moves on the dancefloor. Luke catches my eye from the middle of the floor and reaches out his hand for me to take, I giggle as he takes a hold of my hand and twirls me around bringing me close to him before twirling me back out again. Rachel woops next to us, her arm around Daphne's waist making me raise a questioning eyebrow, she blushes and shrugs innocently at me before continuing to dance with her. As Luke twirls me out of his arms again I notice the same red head hovering by the dancefloor however this time she stands next to a tall brunette woman who seems to be whispering into her ear but her eyes never straying from my form. I avert my gaze feeling slightly uncomfortable but become distracted by Luke's ridiculous dancing.

After a while Tammy and Amita join our little duo on the dancefloor, laughing a little at Tammy's 'mum dance'. With all the laughter and alcohol in my system I stagger slightly towards the bathroom needing to pee. The queue is long making me groan and back pedal a little knowing I could always use Lou's en suite if needs be. Before I could fully turn back around a rough hand wraps itself around my bicep making me startle and tense at the unfamiliar touch, I turn to see the same brunette that was standing by the dancefloor with the beautiful redhead earlier.

"If you're looking for Lou, you'll be searching for a while. She kinda pre- occupied" she riddles, her voice hostile as she eyes me, smirking.

"I'm sorry do I know you?" I asked, confused by her behaviour.

"No, but your girlfriend definitely does" she replies with that stupid smirk still in place. I frown at her childish behaviour wondering exactly how Lou would associate herself with such people.

They certainly aren't like the seven women she usually hangs out with.

"I don't have a girlfriend but if you are referring to Lou I'd appreciate it if you would shut the fuck up when you clearly know nothing" I snap, finally reaching my limit.

Who the hell does she think she is!

She laughs mockingly before replying:

"You got fire behind those eyes kid, she likes that in her women" she mutters standing with her arms crossed as she leans lazily against the wall by the bathroom. I open my mouth to retaliate but is interrupted by Debbie's harsh voice

"I don't recall you being invited, Madison."

Madison's eyes light up with glee and mischief.

"Debbie darling, so nice to see you again. How's Tam Tam?" I look towards Debbie's face, my eyes wide at her stoic expression.

I've never seen her so indifferent before but then again how well do you really know her.

"Get out." She mutters trying to not draw attention to us. Madison rolls her eyes unbothered by Debbie's tone of voice, she pushes away from the wall and brushes harshly past me.

"You might wanna see for yourself. We've all been tangled up in Lou Millers web before. A leopard never changes its spots, dear" she mutters before storming down the hallway and out of the building.

I feel hot tears surface before wiping them away quickly, which doesn't seem to go unnoticed by Debbie who lays a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Don't listen to her, she's a nutcase. She's always wanted Lou" she says quietly while escorting up the stairs and towards Lou's room.

"I'll wait for you out here okay? Go and freshen yourself up, don't show them that you are affected by their words you hear me? Lou really likes you Y/N, ignore the green eyed monsters" and with that she gently pushes me through Lou's doorway and closes it.

Once I've finished up I stand by the bathroom sink and stare at my reflection for a moment taking in my appearance before taking a deep breath and relaxing my shoulders.

I can do this, I reassure myself.

I walk out of the room feeling much better and meet Debbie by the staircase that leads back towards the party, she whispers reassurance in my ear before leaving me with my concerned friends to go and find Tammy.

"Omg Y/N are you okay? Did you get lost in the bathroom or something? Ew, actually I don't want to know what you and Princess Charming have been up to" Rachel says her nose scrunched up at the thought, Daphne giggles loudly next to her.

"Please it's adorable. I've never seen Lou so smitten before" Daphne states drunkenly. I blush at the confession and grin softly feeling less insecure about our developing relationship and less concerned about that woman’s words.

"No actually I um.. I bumped into Debbie upstairs and got chatting but I think I'm gonna go grab a drink ``I state, gaining a cheer from Daphne who leads the way to the makeshift bar where the kitchen island usually is. I scan the room looking for Lou wondering whether I could talk to her in private about my ordeal upstairs with her old 'friend'.

I instantly regret my decision.

I see a gap in between the sea of people showing me Lou standing by the other side of the bar, leaning against it. The redhead from earlier whispers into her ear making Lou shake her head in laughter, the woman fiddles with her bow tie as if to go and tie it but Lou stops her with a shake of her head, her eyes move away from the woman as she scans the room as if searching for someone. As if sensing my presence her eyes turn instantly towards me, her crystal blues widen but before I could see anything else the beat of the music grows silent as Daphne takes the mic from the DJ ready to thank everyone for coming.

I feel my heart shatter into a million pieces, tears run freely down my face as I try to hide within the sea of people on the dance floor all while looking for Rach and Luke. I quickly find them standing at the edge of the dance floor opposite the front door.

Perfect

I quickly grab a hold of Rachel's hand, her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of my distraught face.

"Oh my god, Y/N are you okay? What the hell! Did she do this?! I'll wrap that bow tie around her neck so tight I swear Y/N" I quickly hush her and barely whisper

"Please just get me out of here" with that she nods her head with such determination. Luke wraps my coat around my shoulders and pulls me against him as we walk out of the door while Rachel phones a cab.

"It's gonna take 10 minutes Y/N. I don't know how long we can avoid her for," Rachel says apologetically as she stands close to me. Luke let's go of me and says he's gonna go grab his and Rachel's things and that he'll be as quick as possible.

"It's okay I just need to get out of here" I mutter quietly not trusting my own voice.

Luke rushes out breathing heavily as he passes Rachel her coat.

"She's going insane in there... her and that red head have just had a massive argument and she's asking Debbie where you were. Y/N I think you should at least tell her you are going" Luke reasons.

A leopard never changes its spots, dear

"Oh my god, she was right." I whisper to myself, gaining their attention.

"What do you mean, darling?" Luke asks softly.

"The.. other woman there tonight.. Madison. She warned me, I just never thought Lou..."

"Don't listen to them Y/N. Whatever you saw in there it could have been a misunderstanding, those girls have been eyeing her up all night but Lou only ever had eyes for you" Luke reassures just as the yellow cab arrives out front. We all rush towards it but before I can step into it a hand grabs a hold of my arm gently spinning me around and slamming the door with the other, blocking me from getting in as she boxes me in between her body and the door.

Wet crystal blue eyes stare right back into mine, full of sadness and rage. Her breathing slightly erratic from running around the place, she whispers so desperately, so softly I barely hear her.

"Please don't leave. Please. Let me explain"

She likes that in her women

"Lou let me go, please. I'm just really tired and would like to get some rest. We can talk about this tomorrow okay" I whisper back feeling droplets of rain crash onto my face or is it my tears? I cup her cheek and brush my thumb over her cheekbone wiping away the frustrated tear that seems to have escaped from her eye.

"Tomorrow" she clarifies with hope.

"Yes tomorrow" I certify making her relax slightly before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth as I turn away slightly still not ready for the contact. I see the hurt and sadness in her eyes as I slowly remove her hand from the top of the car and open the door making her step back. I climb into the car and see Lou press her hand gently against the window briefly, her blue eyes desperate for me to understand. The engine starts up and before I know it her sad form seems to grow smaller and smaller as we disappear back into the city. The last thing I see before going through the gates is Lou run her hands through her hair in frustration as Debbie steps towards her to comfort her. I turn away after that feeling guilty and hurt, the only real comfort I have right now comes from the two hands that hold my own in solidarity.

Maybe I really don’t know her at all

#lou miller x reader #lou miller x female!reader #lou miller #oceans 8 #cate blanchett #cate blanchett x reader #debbie x tammy #debbie ocean #angsty #why do i do this to myself #the pleasure is all mine #My Story

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mercuryonparklane · 3 years

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This is a list of Taylor’s lyrics that might raise the eyebrows of someone who has no context for them. When you have more context, the list is a lot longer...

Taylor’s most sapphic lyrics:

Angelina

This is basically the sapphic version of “Teardrops On My Guitar”:

Just watched Stephen run across the field Watched him catch the ball He’s got everything you’d wanna be He’s funny, dark and tall Watch him run across to Angelina But I won’t cause

I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about And she's got everything that I have to live without

Me and Britney

Is the “Shade never made anyone less gay” line in YNTCD a nod to this (I’m reaching on this one... but what were they talking about, tho?):

Me and Britney used to sit on the front porch drinking lemonade Talking about things no one else was ever supposed to hear In the summer shade

Is this not a quintessential part of the lesbian/bi/queer experience (maybe it’s just projection, but...):

That boy she went ran off with, well I thought he was crazy Maybe I was just jealous that he'd come between me and Britney

Sparks Fly

And you stood there in front of me Just close enough to touch Close enough to hope you couldn’t see What I was thinking of

...

My mind forgets to remind me You're a bad idea You touch me once and it's really something, You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be I'm on my guard for the rest of the world But with you I know it's no good And I could wait patiently but I really wish you would...

...

I'll run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild. Just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right

The original version is even more sapphic:

‘Cause my heart is beating fast and you are beautiful And I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would

...

I run my fingers through your hair and watch the lights go wild Just keep your beautiful eyes on me, gonna strike this match tonight And lead me up the staircase Won’t you whisper soft and slow I’d love to hate it, but you make it like a firework show

Fearless

Why does she have to feel “more brave” in order to kiss a boy that she is dating? Like, I get it, maybe Taylor is probably exaggerating for dramatic effect, but:

Well, you stood there with me in the doorway My hands shake I'm not usually this way But you pull me in and I'm a little more brave It's the first kiss, It's flawless, Really something, It's fearless

I feel like “I’m not usually this way” implies that this is not her first kiss ever, it is her first kiss with this person. Maybe it is about being to nervous to finally kiss someone that you actually have strong feelings towards or maybe I am projecting...

Change

Basically, she wrote a song about her record label that could have easily been a gay rights anthem.

Jump Then Fall

Well, I like the way your hair falls in your face You got the keys to me I love each freckle on your face

Sure, maybe she is talking about a dude with shaggy hair, but then make this make sense:

The bottom's gonna drop out from under our feet I'll catch you, I'll catch you When people say things that bring you to your knees I'll catch you The time is gonna come when you're so mad you could cry But I'll hold you through the night until you smile

Ours

Maybe it’s about falling for a “bad boy” or an older guy, but come on... why are the stakes high, Taylor? Why are you so worried about people disapproving and speculating that your love is “wrong”:

Seems like there's always someone who disapproves They'll judge it like they know about me and you And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do The jury's out, but my choice is you

So, don't you worry your pretty little mind People throw rocks at things that shine And life makes love look hard The stakes are high, the water's rough But this love is ours

...

And it's not theirs to speculate If it's wrong and Your hands are tough But they are where mine belong and I'll fight their doubt and give you faith With this song for you

Treacherous

It’s just very soft and very gay. I don’t feel the need to dissect it anymore than that because other people already have:

Put your lips close to mine As long as they don't touch Out of focus, eye to eye Till the gravity's too much And I'll do anything you say If you say it with your hands And I'd be smart to walk away But you're quicksand

This slope is treacherous This path is reckless This slope is treacherous And I, I, I like it

I can't decide if it's a choice Getting swept away I hear the sound of my own voice Asking you to stay And all we are is skin and bone Trained to get along Forever going with the flow But you're friction

Welcome To New York

Honestly, these are probably the most blatantly gay lyrics she has ever written:

Everybody here was someone else Before And you can want who you want Boys and boys and Girls and girls

No explanation necessary for these next few:

Out Of The Woods

The rest of the world was black and white But we were in screaming color

I Wish You Would

We're a crooked love in a straight line down Makes you wanna run and hide Then it makes you turn right back around

Wonderland

Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?

...

So we went on our way Too in love to think straight All alone or so it seemed

New Romantics

We need love, but all we want is danger We team up then switch sides like a record changer The rumors are terrible and cruel But, honey, most of them are true

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

I, I loved you in secret First sight, yeah, we love without reason

...

I, I loved you in spite of Deep fears that the world would divide us

It’s Nice To Have A Friend

Something gave you the nerve To touch my hand

seven

Just this whole verse:

And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted Your dad is always mad and that must be why And I think you should come live with Me and we can be pirates Then you won't have to cry Or hide in the closet And just like a folk song Our love will be passed on

betty

If you have no context for this song, it just seems very gay. When you have context for this song, it still seems very gay.

#random gaylor thoughts

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theseerasures · 5 years

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Frozen 2 Reactions, Pass #2

went to see the movie again yesterday, which helped solidify a few more thoughts percolating in the back of my head. i don’t think this one will be QUITE as long as the first, but everything’s going under a cut anyway because i’ve met me

tbh most of this is just me dunking on Elsa

one of the things that i think both helped AND hindered the movie is that they really did make an effort to make the sequel its own separate story from the original--hence the timeskip, the retcons, and so forth. on the positive end of things there’s obviously a much lower barrier of entry for the like...three people who never watched the first movie, and the characters get to feel more grown up while remaining (thanks no doubt to the writing team remaining much the same) consistent enough that the changes to their personalities still make sense. it never feels like it’s retreading old ground, and if fans want to connect the new ideas and themes to the older material (and i count myself among those, what with my first fic in almost four years being about exactly that), there are plenty of kernels with which to do so.

on the other hand: some of the new plot stuff really just DOESN’T work with what’s already been established. chief among those is the idea that ~~~the story of the enchanted forest with requisite creepy lullaby~~~ is a well remembered bedtime story for BOTH Anna and Elsa?? like what does this imply about their childhood? that their parents told them this same bedtime story over and over again, but separately in their own respective rooms? that Elsa got charming bedtime stories about magic-based conflict and war???

(”yeah papa!!! please tell me again about how magic can not only kill people but also SUNDER AN ENTIRE LAND FROM REALITY, that story’s my favorite!!! looking forward to some really spirited nightmares tonight!”)

or are we supposed to assume this is like. the thing bad Batman writers try to do where everything poignant that has ever happened to Bruce happened the night his parents were murdered? that Elsa and Anna remember the story only because it was the night of the Accident (tm)? because that’s...also stupid, i gotta say.

i love that Elsa’s verse in this song start with “the winds are restless” bc it’s exactly the way i imagine her starting conversations with her hapless subjects. “good morning, Your Majesty! how goes the kingdom?” “the winds are restless” “...” “...” “...yes. that was...something i noticed as well”

Local Sisters Make Every Time They See Each Other in Town a God Damn Event

ever since @professorspork pointed out how stupid the “and i promise you the flag of Arendelle will always fly” line is in Some Things Never Change i haven’t been able to stop laughing about it. it’s just such a BLATANT telegraph: “whooo!!! yes! Arendelle!!! we all love that place and want to save it, and you can tell because the song said so!”

the Friends shot of them all walking back to the castle and Anna has kicked her heels off is great though i love it

also love the multitude of shots where it’s Elsa and someone else and we get a peek at her silent reactions to whatever the other person is saying. not since Legolas have we been blessed with so many memeable dumb faces

“ah yes, Mama’s words! cuddle close, scootch in! you remember her saying that all the time right Elsa?? after all it’s not like you have any decade-long baggage about not being able to be near anyone, most especially family members, because you were deathly afraid that you’d instantly murder them”

more thoughts on why Into the Unknown stands out so vividly in my mind: the first movie’s songs by and large did a VERY good job of moving plot around while still exploring character emotion. Do You Want to Build a Snowman moves us through ten YEARS of story, while still leaving space for long, unsung moments where we just get to process what’s going on between the sisters as they grow up. For the First Time in Forever catches us up with the sisters, gets the gates open, and has Anna meet Hans at the end, a pivotal moment for both her and the plot. Love Is an Open Door has them get engaged and sets up the rest of the story. Let It Go is Elsa’s big character shift and sets up the goal for the other characters: the ice palace is where they all need to go to bring back summer. the FtFTiF reprise begins the endgame. the other songs are all more fluff pieces that JUST serve to introduce characters, which is why they’re...not as good, and most people don’t really care about them, but we can accept that they’re there because the strength of the other material.

with Frozen 2...Into the Unknown is pretty much the ONLY song that fits into the first category: Elsa works through her conflicted feelings about wanting to explore the unknown, AND wakes up the spirits (sidebar: her pure joy at using her powers to communicate with the spirits is SO GOOD, guys. it gets me every time). the other ones just kind of transporting their singers into the Emotional Expression Dimension for them to do their thing. sometimes the songs transport them to the next plot point while they’re singing, but nothing really happens DURING them. i can give Some Things Never Change a pass on this because it’s supposed to be about stasis (and because i’ve bitched about it enough on other fronts), but much as i love Lost in the Woods and Next Right Thing for their character exploration they’re really just music videos to get us to the next scene. Next Right Thing is particularly egregious about locking the plot in the boot--the ENTIRE sequence is just Anna climbing or slumping against random rocks until the song ends and she can actually move the story along. one could make an argument that Show Yourself does get stuff done, but it’s still mostly Elsa running around in a cave for three entire minutes before we get to that point

i don’t think Get This Right is perfect but it DOES pull off the multitasking well, and it would have not only resolved the torturously stretched engagement subplot early on but creates a nice thematic echo to Love Is an Open Door: she really knows Kristoff, she really loves him, and she proposes. it’s her choice.

Kristoff’s line about question of how/question of whether works great for highlighting his continued insecurities, but again: either we’re supposed to think he’s wrong and Anna has ALSO been thinking in terms of how and she’s just been too busy in sister-drama-land, and this whole plot should have been resolved early, or we’re supposed to think that Anna really ISN’T on the same page, in which case they...probably should have a serious conversation about where they see their relationship going and not just get engaged at the end because Elsa made a new dress

as soon as an HD version comes out i demand a gifset juxtaposing Anna slumped against a rock with Anna slumped against Elsa’s door at the end of Do You Want to Build a Snowman, because this whole sequence is where the distance between sequel and original really WORKED. Anna is singing about how alone she feels, how she’s never felt such darkness before, when we know that that’s...not true. she's felt pretty close before--not long ago that was her whole LIFE. it’s natural for her to feel this way, because being knocked off your happiness always hurts more than never having it in the first place, but we the audience get to have faith in her, because we remember. eventually she does too, and now she knows exactly how resilient she can be, exactly how strong she’s ALWAYS been.

the animated faces are SO GOOD. we see Anna flicker through seventeen feelings at once when Kristoff rescues her from the dam: delayed fear, relief, and--this is the crucial one for me--horror that she survived, because that means she’s going to have to live with the fact that Elsa didn’t.

Elsa riding into the sunset of her sapphic life is great obviously but every time i see it i worry that the movie is going to end with the same face smear effect as the Prisoner of Azkaban movie

#disney #frozen 2 #helen writes meta

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welshdragonrawr · 4 years

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I would love to distract you. If it isn't too much - how about all of them? Hope your days gets better, soon.

Thank you <3 I appreciate you dropping in, hope you’re doing well. I’ll keep these relatively short (for once). 1. Name one way you break the wlw stereotype. (Fat, trans, poc, autistic, etc)

Uh, does disabled count?

2. Who was the first girl you remember having feelings for?

TV: Trying to think who the very first might have been... Might have been Buffy tbh... Real life: I guess it was a school friend, not that we’re such friends anymore - yay, life - and I didn’t know what the feelings were back then; I thought it was normal to worship the ground your friends walk on and do anything and everything they asked to the point of detriment

3. What’s your opinion on the butch/femme labels? Do you think they’re harmful?

I’m not a big fan of labels in general. I think they can be extremely useful/helpful to some people, but also constricting and confusing to others. If you attach yourself to a label or want to attach one to you and it makes you happy/confident/etc then of course that’s totally fine! I do think there are some stereotypes that get washed around a lot with both of those, good and bad, which don’t always help things, but still.

4. Do you have a girlfriend?

Nope

5. Define love in 5 words or less

Inexplicable. Exquisite. Exhausting. Ineffable. Impossible. (This is probably not what you meant but it’s all I’ve go for tonight. I highly recommend this guys speech that covers it pretty well.)

6. What characteristics do you look for in a girl?

Kindness, compassion, warmth, y’know, that sort of thing...

7. Do you participate in LGBTQ clubs and events?

Now and then, I used to while I was at uni. Can’t so much now.

8. Are you out to anyone outside of tumblr?

Yes, most of my friends by now I should think.

9. Say some things you love about your crush/girlfriend?

How soft she is. How kind she is. I’m just a soft squishy gay underneath this miser of an exterior

10. Do you want to get married?

Maybe someday? I don’t know, I used to joke about it, but I don’t know if I can ever see it happening now. I’d just be happy to settle down with someone, with our books, and cats, and maybe a little cottage somewhere. Wouldn’t need a big day to shout it from the rooftops, when I can have all the little days to whisper it in her ear, or pass it along in another cup of tea instead.

11. Do you want to have kids?

I don’t know. It’s/would be pretty difficult (given medical circumstances). I’ve never felt confident around kids. And I’d be absolutely terrified constantly of fucking shit up and having them hate me or something so I can’t imagine I’d be very good... Can’t even take care of myself, let alone kids.

12. How would you describe the difference between sun lesbians and moon lesbians?

ABBA and Fleetwood Mac. Need I say more?

13. What’s your favorite song about lesbians?

Fixing Her Hair by Ani Difranco (which I realise is a sad af choice, - I remembered the wrong one and had to edit aha - but 1. it’s what I can think of off the top of my head and 2. it was one of the first I heard that was explicitly sapphic and not just some pronouns switched for lolz in a cover or whatever)

14. What’s your favorite book about lesbians?

Anyone who knows my knows how I hate this question because I could give a whole post just on its own of answers to this. For now I’mma have to say Carmilla by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu (lesbian vampire wives ftw).

15. Who’s your favorite lesbian character?

16. If you live in a country where gay marriage is legal, where were you when it was legalized? Did you do anything to celebrate?!

It was 2014 I think? Supposedly? Or 2013? I don’t know for sure. But knowing my luck at that time in my life I was probably in hospital so that’d probably be why I don’t remember it well...

17. If you could meet one famous wlw (dead or alive) who would you pick?

I’d love to have a chat and/or drink with Ms Paulson tbh.

18. Have you ever kissed a girl?

Yes.

19. Do you have any favorite wlw positivity blogs?

Can’t think of any off the top of my head... (sorry if I’ve forgotten anyone!!)

20. Who was your first real life crush? (as in not Dana Scully or Jessica Rabbit)

Again we talking actors or actual people in my life? Cuz I think I kinda covered it already? And there are too many actors to just drop a list in here...

21. What is one thing you think your school/ place of work could do to create a safe environment for LGBTQ people

Oh boy, we’d need a whole slideshow on what my university *should* be doing to create a safe environment for *anyone*, especially LGBTQ+ people, but let’s not open that kettle of fish...

22. Have you ever been to a gay bar?

Yup. Been to a couple karaoke nights.

23. Do you know a lot of LGBTQ people outside of the Internet

Not a lot, just a few. “We happy few”

24. Describe your ideal gaycation (a vacation that you, a gay, go on)

Anywhere where my significant other is/would be. Preferably with books, tea, blankets (fuzzy or picnic, either’s fine), even just in bed in a small B&B in the countryside somewhere, in soft sunshine or with a drizzling rain falling outside and the logfire going and their head in my lap (or mine in theirs), just enjoying each other’s company without worrying about the rest of the world and its anxieties for a bit. That’d be nice...

25. Not a question, I just want you to know that you’re amazing and beautiful and I love you. Keep up the good work.

Thank you for asking and being a little distraction for a bit.

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almondbrujita · 4 years

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I was tagged by @aprairiegoth ! Thank you 🖤 answer the 10 questions of the person who tagged you, write your own questions, then tag others to do it too !

1. Is there a song, book or movie that has seen you through hard times ?

I feel like music in general really helps me get through anything... it can be the most motivating thing ! I don't have any "real" examples in mind right now. Just that when I was recovering from my first breakup back in November, I would listen to a lot of Ashnikko and it would really motivate me to at least not spend my day crying, and it would give me hope :')

2. What does your dream house look like ?

Uh I'm not really sure... I have a lot of ideas. But tbh, these days I would say my dream house would probably look like the Spellman house in Chilling Adventures of Sabrina 😆

3. What's your favorite time of day ?

I really like the early morning, like the sunrise, or when the sun is just out. Back when I still had the energy to wake up early I would often go on early morning runs in my little village. The landscape was so beautiful and it felt really peaceful. That's one of the reasons I love living in the countryside !!

But idk if I like the early morning or the sunset better. The sunset is really great too.

4. What was your favorite food when you were little ?

It changed sometimes, but I think lasagna or pizza.

5. Describe a dream you had recently !

I'm going to describe the last one I remember in detail, which I had maybe 5 nights ago. I remember it well bc to me it felt pretty disturbing and stressful 😅

There was like a craft market (not sure how you say it in English) in my village and I met a guy there, who I knew my family and I knew but I didn't know how we knew him. We started talking, and it was really great, and he was even flirting with me, which I felt good about. Also at some point he showed me some drawings he made, they were really beautiful, and flashy and colorful. He came to my house, and a bit later I saw my mom. She told me she knew this guy, but that he wasn't nice, and that I should not sleep in my bedroom tonight, that it wasn't safe. (Because the guy was going to stay the night, and I had decided he was going to sleep in my sister's room, which is right next to mine. Somehow my sisters didn't really exist in the dream, even though their bedrooms did). Idk why my mother and I allowed the guy to stay with us even though we knew he wasn't safe to be around. Dream logic I guess :')

So it was decided that I was going to sleep with my mother in her bedroom. Suddenly it was night and she was going to bed, but I didn't go with her bc I had to do the dishes. While I was doing that, I saw the guy at the entrance of the kitchen/dining room, with a knife in his hand. (It was kinda funny bc the knife he had wasn't sharp at all, but somehow it was still very scary). I managed to get past him and into my mother' s room. There was my mother and one of her friends. They weren't asleep yet.

As soon as I got there, the guy came in and was trying to kill us. He managed to knock my mother's friend unconscious, then he started to pull her by her legs. Suddenly I had a knife in my hand too, so I stabbed the guy in the chest. He let go of my mom's friend but he wasn't dead yet. So I picked him up like he didn't weigh anything (even though he was an adult man) and I just knocked him on the ground over and over until his skull was completely broken.

Then all of a sudden my mother, her friend and me were in my room, sitting on my bed with the light off. There was just a night light, from which came music. My mother's friend held a baby girl in her arms, and apparently that baby was the guy's child. She looked like she was only a few months old, but spoke perfectly. It seemed like she knew her father was dead but it didn't really affect her.

Anyway, we were just playing lullabies on the night light for the baby to fall asleep. She wasn't happy with any of them, until we played the song which apparently her father used to play for her at night. It sounded like a lullaby but it felt disturbing, idk why. And then I woke up.

6. What always makes you laugh ?

My own jokes lmao

For real, a lot of things make me laugh. I laugh very easily.

7. Do you play any instruments/have you wanted to learn any in particular ?

I sing, it's my passion, and I want to be a professional singer. I also play the piano a little bit, to accompany myself.

8. Have you ever given/gotten a tarot card reading? Would you ever?

I've followed a tarot training (I guess that's how you would call it) in November and December and since I have given readings to my family to practice. But I mostly read the cards for myself. I've never gotten a reading, but I would like too ! I'm very interested in tarot 😊

9. What fictional character would you want to meet ?

I honestly don't know. Sorry 😅

10. Imagine you win an all-expenses-paid trip (and the virus isn't... ya know, happening). Where would you want to go.

My first choice would be Norway I think ! Though I would really like to go to Italy too... even though I've already been there 3 times (2 of which I was little and don't remember much lol), I absolutely love what I've seen of it so far and I would love to see the whole country !!

My questions (I hope they're okay lol)

1. What's your favorite album from every decade you can think of ?

2. How many languages do you speak / are you learning ? What are they ?

3. If you could have any superpower what would it be ? You can invent one, it doesn't have to already exist in fiction. (Basic question I know but I find the answers are always interesting !)

4. If you were a person of the opposite sex, how do you think you would be like ? What would you like your name to be ?

5. What's your favorite cake/cookie ?

6. If you had the money for it and people to keep it clean, would you like to live in a castle ?

7. Would you rather be a witch/warlock or a fairy ? Why ?

8. What country do you live in, and what other countries have you been to, if any ?

9. Do you like history ? If so, what are some of your favorite eras ?

10. Which of the four elements do you feel closest too ? Why ?

I tag (only if you want to do it of course !):

@skramzsexual @radfemshep @chry-sanths @u-wish-bish @lumina-aurea @disturbedlolita @thebookofspooks @sangredesirena @gingham-heart @sapphic-matriarchy

#tag meme #tag game #questions

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jeffrinamichelle · 5 years

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Ugly Christmas Sweater

So my Pitchmas recipient is @magda-adgam. It totally won’t let me tag your blog. Lame.

Anyway, I am hella sorry that you are getting this late. And trust me, I feel like a total dick about it. But, emergencies happen and they always seem to happen to me. So, to make it up to you, I am going to give you at least two parts to this story. Maybe three. I like to ramble when I write.

You won’t have to wait 100 years for the next installment. I am almost done with it.

Once again, I am so sorry. Merry Pitchmas/New Year!!!

How losing a bet and having to buy ugly Christmas sweaters changed Beca’s life.

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There were few things in life that Beca hates more than movies. If she had to pick one thing that was almost as painstakingly awful as losing two hours of her life to some predictable cinematic snorefest, it would have to be Christmas. Without a doubt. One would think that she would hate Valentine’s Day more, seeing as she was perpetually single, but no. The only reason why she could stomach Valentine’s Day just a smidgen more is because she has a soft spot for the candy hearts. Her best friend Stacie makes fun of her all the time because she tells Beca that they taste like chalk. And maybe they do, but Beca still thinks that they are delicious.

Maybe the reason behind Beca’s distain for Christmas is the fact that she worked retail throughout high school and college. Stacie never knew the horrors of dealing with bitchy people who absolutely needed the newest video game console for their bratty child. She is insanely smart and got into college on a full ride scholarship. Beca wasn’t dumb by any means, she was just lazy in high school. After she graduated, she tried to talk to her father about her college plans. She wanted to major in music management and production. He immediately freaked out and told her that he wouldn’t pay for her college education if she chose that path. According to him, she needed to major in something that would give her a lucrative career. He wanted her to be a college professor like he was. They argued about it for months. There was no way in hell that Beca was going to become a teacher. Not that she didn’t respect teachers or anything, that just wasn’t the career choice for her. Since she was a child she had loved music, and she’d be damned if her father stopped her from going to school for her dream job. So, at the end of the argument, she refused to change her career path. In turn, her father refused to pay for her school. So, she put herself through college working a horrible retail job. It paid well, but she was miserable for the entirety of it. Thus came her hatred for the whole holiday season.

Aside from Beca’s affinity for the chalky heart candies that made Valentine’s Day, she can never seem to turn down a bet. Most of the time when she bets against Stacie, she loses. But for some reason she can never stop herself from agreeing to Stacie’s outrageous bets. After fifteen years of friendship, she should know better. But, she just can’t help it.

~*~*~*~

“Come on Becs, let’s go dance.” Stacie eyes her best friend with a grin before slamming back the last of her jack and coke.

“Ugh, why? You know that I hate dancing.”

“Yeah, I know. But you’re so good at it. And I need you to be my wing woman.”

“What lucky dude does the hunter have his eye on this evening?” Beca asks with a grin as she finishes her tumbler of whiskey.

Stacie tsks softly, cupping Beca’s chin with the palm of her left hand. She leans down to lightly kiss the corner of her best friend’s mouth.

“Now Bec, you know that the hunter doesn’t discriminate when it comes to sex.”

“I’m sorry. Sometimes I forget that the hunter is so fluid. So, let me rephrase. Who is on the hunter’s radar tonight? Which lucky lady or guy will you be attempting to seduce tonight?”

“I’m getting some very sexy, sapphic vibes from a tantalizing brunette at the bar.”

“Stace, I don’t even know what the hell that means.” Beca turns her head to look over at the bar, only to be stopped by Stacie’s hand gripping her chin tightly.

“Don’t look over there. You’ll ruin the air of mystery.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, woman?”

“She thinks that we here together. That’s why I need you to dance with me. It’s like she’s having some kind of internal battle on whether she should come over here and talk to me or not.”

“Any how exactly does us dancing together help this situation?”

“Because, jealousy is going to seal the deal. After she comes over to break up our dance, I’m going to take her back to our apartment so that I can make her squeal.”

Beca scowls at Stacie’s choice of words before smacking her arm lightly. “Ew! Dude, that’s so crass. You sound like a fuckboy when you talk like that.”

“I am anything but a fuckboy, Bec. I know how to treat a lady. I won’t apologize for being crass. Now are you going to help me bag this babe or not?” A perfectly sculpted eyebrow raises in question as Stacie eyes her best friend.

“Okay, fine. But when this girl shuts you down or punches you, I’m going to laugh.”

“Keep talking crap Becs and I’ll hide your beats that I bought you when we get home. And then I will fuck that hottie all night long.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Wanna bet?”

“No, because I know that you’ll do it. I love you but you’re kind of an asshole.”

“Right back atcha, babe. But since you are so doubtful of my seduction skills, how about a little bet?”

Honestly, Beca is also well aware of her best friend’s sexual prowess. She has fallen victim to it many times in their fifteen year friendship. Beca isn’t ashamed of it either, she knows that her best friend is insanely attractive. And Beca is very, very gay. When the opportunity presented itself, she would’ve been a fool to say no. It hasn’t made their friendship suffer in any way either, which is something that Beca is monumentally thankful for. Stacie has a high sex drive, and rather than risk getting some sort of std, she made a deal with Beca. When Beca is single, which is more often than she’d like to admit, they sleep together. It keeps Stacie safe and it keeps them both satisfied.

So, taking this bet is really a horrible idea. But Beca has the best punishment if she manages to beat Stacie.

“Fine. What’s the bet?”

“I bet you that I can take this girl home tonight.”

“That’s it?” Beca looks over her shoulder at the girl that Stacie is talking about. She’s attractive, yeah. Tall, brunette, and she looks kind of bitchy. She’s exactly the type of girl that Stacie usually goes for. And she’s totally flirting with the very male bartender. There’s no way in hell that Stacie is going to win this bet, because this girl is totally straight. Beca smirks in the girl’s direction, Stacie totally oblivious as she runs her hands up the bartender’s bicep. “You just want to bet that you’re going to take this girl home?”

“Yup,” Stacie pops the ‘p’ loudly, biting down on her bottom lip with a smirk. “I can’t wait for you to lose this bet. I have plans for you.”

The tone of Stacie’s voice makes Beca shiver. She just hopes that whatever Stacie has planned for her is as awesome as her plan.

“Deal.”

“Oh, babe, you are so going to regret this.”

~*~*~*~*~

As it turns out, Beca didn’t stand a chance when it came to this bet. They didn’t even make it through the first song of their dance before the brunette approached them. She introduced herself as Aubrey, eyes raking over Stacie’s body shamelessly. Honestly, the way the two women were eyeing each other made Beca incredibly uncomfortable. So uncomfortable, in fact, that she quickly excused herself so that she could make a beeline for the bar. She’s positive that Stacie and her flavor of the night didn’t even notice her absence.

The bartender gives Beca a sympathetic look as she slides a tumbler of whiskey over to her.

“Tough night, Becs?”

“You have no idea, C.R,” Beca mumbles from around the rim of her glass. She swallows her drink with a grimace. “I didn’t even want to come out tonight.”

“So, why did you?”

“Stacie needed to get laid. Finals have been kicking her ass.”

C.R. chuckles softly, wiping the countertop with her rag. She turns her attention to a customer, quickly making them a drink before turning her attention back to Beca.

“She’s the one that decided to go after her graduate degree. Nobody forced her to stay in school, therefore she has nobody to blame but herself.”

“This is true, but that girl is so fucking smart. She’s going to change the world.”

“Or destroy it.”

The two women share a laugh as Beca drains the last of her drink. C.R. is quick to refill Beca’s glass, pouring way too much into the tumbler.

~*~*~*~*~

The night drags on as Beca waits for Stacie to seal the deal with the angry brunette. Beca knows that she’s lost this damn bet, so she’s going to drown her sorrows in whiskey. Whiskey that Cynthia Rose isn’t going to let her pay for at the end of the night. The upside to having a close friend that is a bartender is free drinks. As long as Beca doesn’t ask for expensive, high end drinks, that is. But, she’s a college student, she will drink Jack Daniels if she doesn’t have to pay for it.

It’s nearing two a.m. when she hears her phone notification ping. She’s pleasantly buzzed, nearing on being drunk. She fumbles with her cell phone as she pulls it out of her tight jeans. Her vision is a little blurry, but she’s just going to blame it on the fog lights. Yeah, definitely not the Jameson that she has been borderline binge drinking for the last three hours. She just has to squint a little bit in order to read the text.

Best Sex Ever: (1:55 a.m.) Aubs and I took a Lyft home. Thought that I should let you know so that you don’t worry about me.

Broody Bitch: (1:56 a.m.) Did you change our contact names again?

Best Sex Ever: (1:56 a.m.) Like two weeks ago, babe. Lolz.

Broody Bitch: (1:57 a.m.) What the fuck, dude? Why?

Best Sex Ever: (1:57 a.m.) Aww, baby, don’t be mad. You know that I love you the most.

Broody Bitch: (1:57 a.m.) It’s weird that you’re telling me this while you are probably fucking another girl.

Best Sex Ever: (1:58 a.m.) Aww, Bec, are you jealous?

Broody Bitch: (1:58 a.m.) Not even close, dude. I’m just worried about the hunter’s sexual prowess. Why are you texting me, instead of making that hot chick ‘squeal?’

Best Sex Ever: (1:59 a.m.) Oh, I fully intend on making her squeal. And you know first hand just how much sexual prowess the hunter possesses. How many times have I made you scream?

Broody Bitch: (2:00 a.m.) That statement goes both ways, asshole.

Best Sex Ever: (2:00 a.m.) I’m not going to deny that you know how work this body. You just didn’t seem to be in the mood tonight. So, I decided to bring somebody home.

Broody Bitch: (2:01 a.m.) You know the rules. Also, it’s not my fault that work was a bitch today. I really just wanted to crawl into bed and sleep until tomorrow. But I know that you needed some sort of release.

Best Sex Ever: (2:02 a.m.) I’m sorry babe. You manage the studio though, so you could just fire all of the incompetent assholes that work for you.

Broody Bitch: (2:02 a.m.) I know that. Stacie, remember the only rule that we have.

Best Sex Ever: (2:02 a.m.) No fucking on the couch.

Broody Bitch: (2:03 a.m.) Thank you.

Best Sex Ever: (2:03 a.m.) I don’t know why we still have that rule. We have sex on the couch all the time.

Broody Bitch: (2:04 a.m.) That’s different.

Best Sex Ever: (2:04 a.m.) It’s literally the same thing, but whatevs. I gotta go, Aubrey is all sorts of naked on my bed right now. Love you, bitch.

Broody Bitch: (2:05 a.m.) Love you too, asshat! Also, I hope this goes without saying, but don’t fuck that girl in my bed!

Best Sex Ever: (2:06 a.m.) I’m sorry, the person you’re trying to reach is currently preforming cunnilingus. Please try again later.

Broody Bitch: (2:07 a.m.) Anastacia Marie Conrad, I swear to Lesbian Jesus that I will tit punch you if you have sex in my bed again.

Beca slams her phone down on the bar top with an annoyed sigh. Cynthia Rose smirks at her friend as she refills Beca’s tumbler. She should probably cut Beca off, but she knows that the brunette can hold her liquor. Despite her small stature, Beca can definitely drink with the best of them.

“Last one, Becs.”

“Whyyyy? C.R., you’re killing me.”

“I’m not in the business of letting you get white girl wasted. Remember what happened the last time that you did.”

“It wasn’t my fault, dude. That skeezy guy wouldn’t take no for an answer. I told him that we played for the same team and he refused to leave me alone. He even grabbed my ass.”

“So that gives you the right to break his nose?”

“He touched me first. Sorry, not sorry.”

“Regardless, you are not allowed to get wasted when Stacie isn’t here to keep you from kicking the shit out of somebody.”

“I have you.”

“I have to close the bar. And I’m sure that I have other people to get drinks for before I kick everybody out.”

“Ugh, fine. Take away all my fun.”

“Whatever, you love me.”

“Hardly.”

~*~*~*~*~

The buzz of her alarm startles her awake at what she knows is a godawful hour. Her head feels like somebody is jackhammering inside of it, and her mouth is as dry as the Sahara. Beca groans painfully as she stretches out her sore muscles.

“I’m never drinking again,”Beca grumbles to the otherwise empty room. She reaches out blindly, scrambling to grab her phone off of the bedside table. Her hand smacks softly against a glass cup that definitely wasn’t there when she went to bed at three a.m. She opens one eye slowly, looking over at the table. A fresh glass of water is sitting where her phone was last night. Two round orange pills are next to the glass, sitting on top of a folded piece of paper.

“What the fresh hell?”

Beca grabs the pills hastily, throwing them into her mouth and swallowing them dry. She sits up with another groan, rolling her shoulders to work out the knots. She grabs the glass and chugs down the water, slamming the glass back onto the table a little too hard, wincing at the loud clunk. She then turns her attention to the folded up piece of paper that she knows for sure wasn’t there this morning. She grabs the paper and unfolds it, tired eyes roaming over Stacie’s loopy scrawl.

Becs,

You lost our bet, babe. I don’t know why you continue to bet against me when you almost always lose, but whatever. I’ll bask in my glory.

I made a fresh pot of coffee. When you’re feeling human enough to leave your room, come get some. Aubrey and I are in the living room. You and I have a date to go shopping this afternoon.

Love ya,

Stace xoxo

Beca groans, crumpling up the note and tossing it onto the bed. She gets up, wincing at the painful throb in her entire body. She walks to her en suite, stripping off her dirty clothes and leaving them carelessly in her wake. If she has to go shopping, taking a shower is a must.

She just hopes that whatever Stacie has planned for shopping isn’t completely horrible.

~*~*~*~*~

“Stacie, no.”

“Stacie, yes.”

“I’m not going in there.”

“But you are.”

“Why?” Beca whines petulantly, frowning at her best friend.

“Because you lost our bet. And my punishment for you is that for the next two weeks, you have to wear ugly Christmas sweaters. A different one each day, to be exact.”

“I….but you know that I hate Christmas time.”

“I know.” Stacie laughs softly. “That’s what makes this punishment even sweeter.”

“You know, when you said that we were going shopping, I thought that this punishment might be fun.”

Stacie grips Beca’s shoulder as they walk through the front door of the store. The fluorescent sign above the door says ‘Aca-amazing Threads.’ Just the name alone makes Beca want to vomit. She can tell before they walk in that there is going to be a really perky, annoying salesperson. The store will more than likely be playing Christmas music, even though it’s barely the fourth of December. A tiny bell announces their presence before Beca can make a stealthy escape.

“Hi!” An all too perky voice calls out as Stacie and Beca make their way into the building. Beca hasn’t completely recovered from her hangover, so that cheery voice just makes her cringe.

“No, Stace. For lesbian Jesus’ stake. I am too hungover to deal with that voice.”

“Beca, you seriously don’t have a choice in this matter.” Stacie’s grip on Beca’s shoulder tightens slightly. Beca winces at the movement, but not in pain. To be honest, the forcefulness of her best friend is kind of turning her on a little bit. But now is not the time or the place for that.

“Dude, I will literally do anything else.”

“Nope, I think that this is the right punishment. Aubrey actually helped me come up with it.”

“Of course she did. I knew that she looked evil as hell.”

“That woman is amazing, not evil.”

“Awww, Conrad. Are you getting soft on me?”

“Hardly. I’m just letting you know that I’m going to marry that girl one day. So you should probably be nice to your future….I was going to say sister-in-law but that thought just kind of makes me want to puke. It makes us sound like sisters.”

“Ew, dude. Sisters don’t do the things that we’ve done to each other.”

“At least, not normally.”

“Welcome to Aca-Amazing Threads, ladies. Are you looking for anything in particular?” The chipper voice is closer now, making Beca finally turn her attention away from her best friend.

The first look that Beca gets of this chipper woman takes her breath away.

The woman is gorgeous. Absolutely stunning.

She’s a little bit taller than Beca, with bright blue eyes. Her red hair makes her eyes look ridiculously blue. Her smile is so bright that it makes Beca’s sensitive eyes hurt. Beca does a once over of the other woman, looking at her nametag after what she hopes is a subtle glance at her boobs.

Beca is so, so gay and this woman is one thousand percent her type.

Her subtle staring might not be so subtle because before she knows it, Stacie is jabbing her in the stomach with her elbow.

“Ouch, what the fuck dude?”

“Becs, tell Chloe the reason why we’re here.”

“I need a sweater….” Beca mumbles quietly, still gob smacked by this outrageously attractive woman.

“Okay, that’s a start. What kind of sweater are we looking for?” The woman enthusiastically grabs Beca’s hand, pulling the brunette alongside her.

“What my best friend is looking for is a Christmas sweater.”

“Okay. We have plenty of Christmas sweaters. Tis the season after all.”

“I hate you so much right now, Anastacia.” Beca grumbles as Chloe stops them in front of a very elaborate display of Christmas sweaters. She turns her head to glare at the best friend, scoffing when she is nowhere in sight. After looking around the store, Beca notices her, standing by the front doors, looking down at the phone with a goofy grin.

She’s probably texting that girl from last night. Amanda or Ashley or whatever her name was. Beca makes a mental note to give Stacie so much shit when they get home.

“Are you guys looking for matching sweaters? I always love it when couples have matching sweaters.”

“Oh no, we aren’t a couple.” Beca’s eyes roam over Chloe’s body once more. It dawns on her at that moment that Chloe is still holding her hand. Her entire body feels warm next to the other girl. She wants nothing more in that moment than to pull Chloe’s body against hers.

Whoa. You’re treading dangerous waters here, Mitchell.

“No? You guys sure argue like one.”

“No. Not even close. She’s just my best friend. We’ve known each other for a long time.”

“Gotcha.” Chloe clears her throat softly. “So, do you see any sweaters that catch your eye?”

“Yeah, that one.” Beca blindly points to the sweater that is closest to Chloe. She has literally no idea what the sweater looks like, to be honest. She just needs to get far away from this girl before she does something stupid.

She’s actually surprised that she can still form coherent sentences at this point. Usually she becomes a useless mess around pretty girls.

Chloe is so breathtakingly beautiful that Beca should probably be drooling troll by now.

Beca watches Chloe as she walks away to look for the sweater in her size, which she totally didn’t tell the other girl. She is about to call out to the other woman, but all the can think about is how cold her hand feels without Chloe’s wrapped around it.

“Becs? I am going to leave you here in Chloe’s very capable hands. I’m meeting Aubrey for lunch down the street.”

Stacie’s voice breaks Beca out of her reverie.

“How am I supposed to get home? You drove here.”

“Well it just so happens that the bistro that we’re going to is like five blocks down the road. So, after Chloe helps you pick out your sweater, you guys can meet us there.”

“Fine. That’s fine.” Beca’s eyes widen as Stacie’s words sink in. “Wait, what?”

“Oh didn’t I tell you? Chloe is Aubrey’s best friend.”

“What the fuck dude?!” Beca hisses under her breath. “I can’t go to lunch with her.”

“Why?”

“Because, dude, she is so fucking attractive.” Beca huffs indignantly, crossing her arms over her chest. “You know how I get around pretty girls, Stace.”

“I know. You become a useless lesbian.”

“I can’t be around her. I’ll make a fool of myself.”

“Would it help matters or make them worse if I told you that she thinks you’re totally hot.”

“That doesn’t help, at all Stacie!” Beca squeaks, her neck flushing with embarrassment. “Also, how do you know that?”

“Um, so I’ve maybe been dating Aubrey for the past month,” Stacie whispers. “Look, Bec….”

“Are you fucking kidding me!?!?” Beca yells at her best friend, waving her arms in the air.

“Seriously Becs, I’ve been meaning to tell you. It just hasn’t come up.”

“That’s a copout and you know it. We spend a lot of time together, you could’ve told me at any point. Were you guys dating while we were still sleeping together?”

“Yes.”

“Stacie….”

“No, you gotta hear me out. We were only kind of seeing each other. It wasn’t anything serious. But I really like her Beca. And for the first time since I dated Joey Presley sophomore year of high school, I can see myself falling in love with her.”

“That’s great.” Beca shoves her hands into the back pockets of her skinny jeans. She’s mad, sure. But she hasn’t seen this look in Stacie’s eyes in the last eight years. So, really she wants to support her best friend, but fuck, she really hates it when people lie to her. “Really it is, Stace. I’m happy that you found somebody to make you want to settle down. But you didn’t have to lie to me.”

“I didn’t lie to you.”

“You kind of did though. Lying by omission is still a lie. And what’s worse is that you felt like you couldn’t tell me that you met somebody.”

“Becs, I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.”

“Save it. I’m gonna go. Have a good lunch with your girl. I’ll see you later.”

“Beca…”

Beca holds a hand up to stop Stacie.

“Just, don’t right now. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Without another word, Beca walks out of the store.

~*~*~*~*~*

The next three days are absolute torture for Beca. She doesn’t like fighting with her best friend. But she is mad and a little bit hurt. Not because Stacie found somebody that she wants to be exclusive with, because honestly Beca wants that for her best friend. It just kind of makes her feel gross to know that Stacie was still sleeping with her while dating another person. Just because it makes her feel like a little bit like a homewrecker, even if they weren’t technically together.

So, for the past three days Beca’s been crashing on Cynthia Rose’s couch. She’s pretty sure that C.R.’s girlfriend Denise is ready to scream from having little to no privacy. But she’s too nice to say anything.

She’s done her fair share of housework and cooking to try and make up for the fact that she’s basically freeloading. She also hid money inside of C.R.’s refrigerator last night. She’s not planning on telling her until after she leaves the apartment, because she knows that C.R. will find a way to slip it back into her bag.

Stacie has tried texting and calling her nonstop since she stormed out of the clothing store. Beca wasn’t ready to talk to her, so she has been ignoring her best friend’s messages. If she’s completely honest, she’s still not quite ready, but she’s out of clean clothes and C.R.’s laundry room is out of order. So, if that isn’t a sign from Lesbian Jesus that she needs to go home, then Beca doesn’t know what is.

Luckily, when Beca gets dropped off by Denise, Stacie is still in class. Beca thanks Denise before trudging up the two flights of stairs that lead her to her and Stacie’s apartment. She goes into Stacie’s room to grab her dirty clothes so that she can wash them along with her own. After starting the washing machine, Beca grabs a beer out of the fridge and plops her body onto the living room couch. She puts something menial on television to pass the time until the inevitable conversation the she will have with her best friend.

She’s so immersed in the cooking competition on the television that she doesn’t notice the box on the table right away. It isn’t until she goes to put her feet up on the table that it finally catches her attention. Well, the attention of her feet, anyway.

Beca grabs the box and pulls it into her lap. She studies the box curiously. She’s not quite sure what it is, but her name is written on top of it. It’s in a loopy cursive scrawl that she knows isn’t Stacie’s. She unties the ribbon on the box and opens it.

Beca isn’t able to stop the sarcastic chuckle from escaping her lips when she sees the most godawful Christmas sweater that she’s ever seen in her life. On top of the sweater is a folded up piece of paper. Beca grabs the piece of paper out of the box and then sets the ugly ass sweater on the couch beside her.

With a sigh, Beca reclines her body against the couch and unfolds the paper.

Beca,

Here’s the sweater that you picked out. Although, I’m pretty sure that you just blindly pointed to one. Don’t get me wrong, I love Christmas sweaters but this one is just terrible. You left before I could bring it out to you, so I bought it and had Stacie bring it home for you.

I’m pretty bummed that you didn’t come out to lunch with Stacie, Aubrey and I. While we were eating, Stacie told me about the whole not telling you about her relationship with Aubs. I’m sorry that she kept that from you, it totes sucks.

I know that I didn’t really get to talk to you much while you were in the store, but here is my number in case you want to get together sometime. I think that we’ll be fast friends.

Enjoy the sweater!

Chloe XOXO

Beca laughs softly at the cheekiness of the redhead. She pulls her phone out of her pocket and immediately opens up her text messages. She types in Chloe’s phone number and creates a contact, listing her under ‘Redheaded Babe.’ She starts a new message thread using the acquired phone number.

Beca takes her time planning out her message to Chloe. She doesn’t want to sound like a complete idiot if she actually sacks up and sends the text. She barely knows this girl, there is no reason for her to be so damn nervous. She’s such a gay disaster and Chloe just might be her undoing.

After much deliberation, she finally types out the message. She presses send before she can talk herself out of it.

Unknown (4:30 p.m.) Hey.

When she rereads what her ridiculous brain actually came up with, she wants to punch herself in the throat.

‘Hey.’ So freaking eloquent, Beca.

If Chloe didn’t think that you were an idiot before, she surely will now. There’s no way Chloe’s going to respond to that stupid message. No way in hell.

With a resigned sigh, Beca tosses her cell phone onto the couch cushion next to her. She’s just going to sit in place and die of embarrassment now. She leans back against the back of the couch, bringing her left hand up to her face to pinch the bridge of her nose in annoyance. She’s so busy chastising herself that she doesn’t hear the ping of her phone.

TBC

#pitchmas 2018 #bechloe au #beca mitchell #chloe beale #staubrey #stacie conrad #aubrey posen #side steca #pitchmas exchange

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