#a wlw couple sat next to me it was sweet

[crimsongrimoire]

realized I did not post anything about it here fun life event happened

saw mcr. was amazing. vibes were off the charts. little sad I had no chance to get a tour shirt but it was fun I went with my best friend and it was great we had a blast. here's the cute lil message they put up before they walked out onstage, sick ass fire effects during the intro of mama or sleep i cant remember they both did it and bookended welcome to the black parade which was odd but alright. when i tell you i grabbed my friend when they started playing the intro voicemail to sleep, and the second of two times gerard straight up laid on the floor which to be fair! that was in the encore he deserved floor time we made him come back

[marthawrites]

Beneath the Blooming Branches

Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 800+

About: Spring has officially sprung. You and Rhaenyra enjoy a quiet afternoon strolling and picnicking in the gardens.

Includes: Soft wlw fluff 🩷

Note: Hello lovely reader! This fic was inspired by @hotd-bigbang! It is purely self-indulgent because our dragon queen deserves more soft moments. I wrote this with young Rhaenyra in mind, but you can use whichever Nyra your heart desires! As always, reader is non-descript. Please, enjoy!

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“Would this be considered improper if anyone were to see us, princess?” You asked Rhaenyra in an excited, hushed voice, keeping pace with her agile steps out of the Red Keep and into the gardens. On your arm was a small basket of treats. During your time as one of the princess’ maid servants you discovered she had quite the sweet tooth. Some of her favorites were: candied lemon slices, candied orange slices, and sponge cake drizzled with honey. You just so happened to have all of those in your basket–along with a couple extra treats, too.

A small smile quirked her lips as her fingers interlaced between your own, continuing to drag you along the path. “Perhaps you have me mistaken for a princess who cares what others might think?” With a playful arch of brow her smirk gave way to a wide dazzling grin. Her clean teeth and pale purple eyes sparkled in spring's midday sun.

For a moment you weren't sure what to say. When she smiled like that–truly smiled–your belly and heart did silly little flips that stopped you in your tacks. She was lovely in a maroon silk dress with delicate lace details accented by pearls. In the high noon, her golden jewelry gleamed on her ivory skin like pure strings of sunlight. Radiant. How someone like her developed such a fancy for you was one of the biggest mysteries of your heart! You felt dull next to her in your common servant attire. But, beneath the neckline of your dress, you felt the silver chain dotted with its tiny crystals against your chest that she had gifted you; pretty, beautiful.

Rhaenyra was good at keeping secrets. As were you.

Besides, a headstrong Targaryen dragging her favorite maid around hardly looked suspicious. Simply two girls out enjoying the change of spring weather!

“Oh, silly me. Apologies, princess, I must have been thinking of someone else,” you winked.

“Just as I thought.”

Giggling, while still walking hand in hand, Rhaenyra led you along the garden's path. Sun dappled through bright green flowering trees making her silver hair glow. Fragrances–lilac, rose, lilly–filled your senses. The gentle ever-present buzz of bees hazed your brain in the best of ways. Each time Rhaenyra smiled at you, or squeezed your hand affectionately, magic bloomed to sweeten the memory this would soon become.

Between gossip, jokes, and easy conversation, you barely noticed how much time passed. 

“Oh! Let's stay here,” she said wistfully, tipping her head back to stare up at a blooming cherry tree. One of the prettiest sights this time of season. 

Next thing you knew you were laying out a blanket to sit upon beneath the pink and white tree; petals falling lazily from its branches like gentle snowflakes. Worker bees were louder here than anywhere else. Calm. Relaxing. You sat with a contented sigh. “I've brought your favorites. Are you hungry?” you asked, eyes bright.

“Always so sweet for me,” Rhaenyra replied as she carefully knelt behind you so as to not wrinkle her dress. “First, though, I want to do something.”

Since she was behind you you couldn't even see her from your peripheral. You trusted her, though. Maybe that's why butterflies twirled in your belly. You felt her fingers gently loosen your hair until it lay loose and natural. Despite the gentleness–or perhaps in spite of it–a shudder ran all along your spine and you couldn't help but squirm. A little. “What are you doing?” You asked, turning your head over your shoulder curiously.

“Hold still,” she answered with mock seriousness. Then, she added, softer, “I'm going to braid your hair and put cherry blossoms in it.”

You bit your bottom lip in an attempt to not let out a tiny squeak of delight. “Ooh! Okay. Afterward, it's my turn to give you a surprise,” you proclaimed sweetly with a glance at your basket. A smile grew on your mouth and your cheeks warmed with joy. By the time Rhaenyra was done you could have dozed off against her in the warm sun.

“There,” she said, a gentle ‘aww’ escaping her. “I wish you could see it from the back! It's so lovely.”

“I'll be careful so that when we return to the Red Keep I can use two looking glasses to see it at the right angle," you promised. Grabbing for your basket, you turned around so you were both kneeling and facing each other. “Ready for mine?”

“Yes!”

You opened the basket and pulled out a clear glass jar of preserved, still plump, cherries. “From the last harvest,” you said, beaming. “How extra fitting that we can share them here.”

“How did you know I've been craving these?” She asked with bright eyes.

You shrugged, grinning. “Just a hunch.” The seal popped when you opened it, and the scent of syrupy sugar and perfectly ripened cherries wafted from the jar. You pulled one out by the stem and offered it to Rhaenyra. 

Taking it, she savored it as she ate it. Then, she did the same for you. 

Cherry after cherry, you shared the treat. By the end of the small jar both of your fingertips were stained red, as were your lips, and it made the kisses that followed all the sweeter; a saccharine secret beneath the heavily bloomed branches.

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[dankpunks]

From dusk till dawn — Ellie Williams

Summary: Just a cozy soft camp out with Ellie under the stars.

Placement/background: Heading back to Jackson after a three day venture for supplies.

Warning(s): Not an official relationship (but definitely gots the feels for each other), pining, nerves, shy-ish!reader, mocking, teasing, big feelings, light touching, wlw, word vomit.

Authors notes: I couldn’t get camping with ellie out of my brain she’d just be all cuddly and cute in a sleeping bag!!! NOT proofread

reblog’s and feedback would be much appreciated<3

The air was chilly even with the glow of the fire in front of you and Ellie’s extra hoodie wrapped loosely around your body. It was two sizes too big for either of you, engulfing your body in something like a warm hug the scent filling your senses sweet but also smoky a perfect mix for Ellie.

The sweetness of her body wash is a mix of strawberries and honey— but also the bitter smoky scent of late-night campfires and shared joints. Though that wasn’t it something else lingered in the balance—.. the woodsy cologne that Joel gave the freckled girl on their last run together.

It truly was Ellie all swirled into one, a perfect balance that reminded you each and every day what home smells like. A smile tugged on your lips as you watched her walk around the small empty clearing gathering smaller pieces of wood to add to the dwindling fire.

The glow of the sunset casting a golden halo around her frame making her look almost ethereal. She’d hunch down picking up two smaller twigs, turning her head to look over at you with a beaming smile before some stray hair falls from behind her ear covering her freckled cheeks ever so slightly.

The most mundane things causing your breath to catch and a blush to fan across your face like the mere act of catching you staring. You’d hug yourself tighter into the sweater almost intoxicated with the scent and moment you caught yourself in.

Ellie would make her way over to the small setup you two had, setting down the pile she had collected near the burning flames before dropping to her knees to tend to the fire.

Your eyes lingered on her back watching the muscles flex as she moved the wood around adding the larger pieces to the flames. Your eyes drop to her hands battered and slightly bruised, some fresh others old and scared over leaving memories of battles we all try to forget.

“You enjoying the view?”

You’d feel the air leave your lungs as you dropped your eyes to your ratty old sneakers your face felt like it was on fire. You felt like your brain was going a mile a minute as you tugged at the ends of Ellie’s sweater, bawling it in your hands.

The girls soft laughs accompanied but the crackle of the wood filled the silence around you. You kept your eyes trained on your shoes, tracing over each scuff mark on them as a way to calm your nerves.

“W-what?— shut up.”

Mumbling the last bit you huffed out a sigh hearing the shuffle of rocks and dirt as Ellie sat down next to you. The green-eyed girl slowly leaned against you giving your shoulder a nudge with hers before turning to you more pressing her chest against your arm. She’d lean her chin onto your shoulder tilting her head to the side to catch your downturned eyes she’d shoot you a goofy face laying all of the weight of her head on your shoulder.

You fail to hide the smile that tugged against your lips as you glanced over her features, your eyes locking for a moment as the giggles erupt from your chest. Ellie would pull away slightly laughing along with you as she placed her hand on your thigh just above your knee giving it a small squeeze.

“There you are, don’t go hidin’ on me.”

Ellie would let out another chuckle before sliding her hand off your thigh and clapping her hands together as she turned to her overstuffed pack. You two had managed to scavenge quite a lot in the last couple of days keeping simple pleasures for yourselves along with more of the requested items Maria had you two look out for.

Ellie rummaged through her pack before letting out a small hum guessing she had found what she was looking for. You furrowed your brows as you leaned closer to the freckled girl trying to catch a peak at what was going on but Ellie was quick.

As you caught a glimpse of her hand Ellie swayed to block your view causing you to crash against her. Your hands gripping onto her back, while the air was knocked out of your lungs for the second time today.

“Nuh-uh.. i didn’t say you could see it yet.”

She glanced over her shoulder with a small smirk leaning her back up against your hands laughing quietly to herself. You shake your head shoving her away from you lightly your cheeks bright red, which only made Ellie want to poke at you more just to see how red she can get ya’.

Whining softly you sat back pouting your bottom lip slightly, your arms crossed over your chest the smile threatening to show through. Ellie watched your little tantrum making her laugh a bit louder before turning her whole body towards you one of her hands still tucked away behind her out of sight.

“Aww, poor lil’ baby”

Ellie would mockingly say in an overly sweet tone reaching over to prod at your puffy cheeks before gipping your chin in her rough fingers and turning your head towards her. She’d have a smile on her lips as she held up the hidden item, your eyes focusing closer you noticed the red tint can.

Laughing loudly you swatted her hand away from your face yanking the can from her hands you read the label Chef Boyardee shaking your head you smacked the can lightly against her arm.

“Really els!? this is what you were hiding like some prized jewels?”

Ellie gasped clutching onto her chest as if she had just been shot before raising her hand again reaching over to pry the can from you. She’d huff, a smirk playing on her lips as she pulled it into her chest like it was an injured animal.

“Don’t talk to the Chef like that he’s sensitive.”

You’d almost wheeze with how hard you were laughing clutching onto your stomach as you attempted to even out your breathing your glazed-over eyes looking over at the auburn-haired girl.

Ellie would have a light blush creeping up her neck and to her cheeks from the lack of oxygen to her lungs, she was hunched over one hand still holding the tin can as the other was plastered on your upper thigh trying to grasp back onto reality.

Your belly laughs had turned into quiet snickers, hiccups and huffs of air. Ellie would look back up at you dropping the tin as she wiped at her eyes, the smile lines staying prominent on her face.

Her eyes were teary, the greens of them deeper somehow you let your eyes drift to her cheeks, her freckles became more and more visible from all the time in the sun the last couple of days. She was breathtaking and she doesn’t even know it.

You signed softly letting your eyes meet Ellie’s again she’d look slightly lost in thought reaching over to touch her cheek lightly her lashes fluttered closed momentarily before opening again to see your flushed cheeks and kind eyes looking back at her.

She’d lean into your hand letting the warmth seep into her skin a soft hum leaving her barely parted lips. You’d smile, lost in how at peace she looked her features soft no harsh lines or deep frowns just— peace.

The glow of the fire was your only source of light as the sky darkened around you causing you to softly tap on the tired girl's cheek. She’d squeeze your thigh as she straighten herself out a bit more.

She’d lift her hand to place over yours turning her head slowly to press a soft kiss onto your knuckles, a shiver ran down your spine as you let out a shaky breath.

Ellie lowered your hand but didn’t let go of it giving it a small tug to pull you closer to her side so you were snuggling into her.

“I’ll take first shift you get some rest, okay?”

The freckled girl mumbled quietly as a yawn fell from her lips she’d glance around the area to make sure she didn’t see anything out of the ordinary. You looked up at the girl reaching up to touch her cheek again before straightening up yourself.

“—You rest i’ll take first shift, bug.”

Ellie opened her mouth to protest her eyebrows pulling together as you placed your finger over her lips shushing her before shaking your head.

“—Nope don’t want to hear it, you’ve had first shift enough. Sleep. now.”

You’d say sternly tugging your intertwined fingers into your lap causing Ellie to lean into you more. A small smile pulled on the girl's lips as she gave you a small nod, scooting lower so she was laying on the worn-out sleeping bag under the two of you.

She’d rest her head onto your lap earning a small giggle from you as she wiggled to get comfortable. You’d run your fingers through her soft hair, humming a quiet tune Ellie had played for you countless times before.

The freckled girl's eyes drooped closed, her deep breaths turning more shallow as she melted into your touch. Your humming and your soft touch lulled her to sleep slowly and you smiled just savouring the soft moments.

Ellie felt safe with you like she didn’t have to keep her guard up all the time, she could rest, she could let someone else take the reins, she could let someone take care of her. You could take care of her.

Ellie shifted pulling your intertwined fingers closer to her face, her soft breath fanning over your fingers as she spoke in a hushed and sleepy voice.

“—You’re my home.”

[headcanonsandmore]

Hermione and Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Weasley

Summary:  A Romione WLW AU, with Hermione and her best friend Veronica 'Ronnie' Weasley, the sweet redheaded girl who... well, who Hermione finds herself very confused about.

This fic was inspired by a similar AU scenario fic by @hillnerd. As with everything Hilly does, her fic is amazing, but hopefully my fic doesn’t look too bad by comparison. 

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Hermione Granger had a problem.

Well, not so much a problem. More of a…. confusion. Something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

And it had to do with her best friend. Veronica “Ronnie” Weasley.

Ronnie was funny, sweet, kind, and athletic. Over six foot tall, with a mane of long red hair and a mass of freckles, she immediately caught the eye. The boys couldn’t help but notice her, and many of the girls either admired her or felt jealousy towards her. Hermione had lost count of the time she’d seen Dean and Seamus staring at Ronnie from across the common room. On a few occasions, she’d even seen Neville blush after Ronnie had smiled at him.

Not that Ronnie noticed any of this. The redhead had always felt lacking, either to her older brothers or to her younger sister Ginny. Ronnie was, like all her siblings, good at schoolwork, but she had never felt like she could stand out. She had confided to Hermione that, even if she had done well, no-one would ever think much of it, since her brothers had all done it before.

And then there was Ginny. Ronnie’s little sister was about almost a foot shorter, and with more of a nervous energy than that of her older siblings. Hermione had often wondered whether the Weasleys all had a set amount of passion, and that those of a shorter persuasion tended to be more on-edge than their lankier siblings. Granted, this theory didn’t necessarily explain why the short Charlie was so relaxed, while the taller Percy was the exact opposite. Maybe the Weasleys all just reacted differently to their circumstances.

Ronnie was not an intense person. In fact, Hermione found her almost supernaturally relaxed and affable. More prone to telling a chuckle-inducing joke as opposed to an over-the-top prank that was the preferred tactic of Fred and George.

Hermione preferred Ronnie’s way of doing things. Hermione liked a lot about Ronnie. Even if Ronnie personally thought her own matey-ness with people made her unattractive, Hermione couldn’t imagine why such friendliness and kindness could be considered unappealing.

To boys, of course. Yes, just to the boys.

Hermione had the distinct impression that Ronnie felt lacking compared to her little sister. Maybe it was Ronnie’s lack of interest in “girly” things, or her seeming-inability to act with “decorum” (as Hermione’s parents would have put it). It was common for Ronnie to wear a pair of hand-me-down school trousers instead of skirts because, as she herself put it, she hated having to worry about whether people could see up her legs.

Hermione always found herself flustered whenever Ronnie joked about this. Ronnie did have very long legs after all.

She had been friends with Ronnie for years, ever since the Halloween of first year. They hadn’t exactly gotten along before then but, since the incident with the troll, they had become firm friends. It was nice being friends with someone else in the girls dormitory; Lavender and Parvati had never really clicked with Hermione. Ronnie was the first female friend Hermione had ever had.

And then third year had happened.

The two of them had fallen out over their pets. Crookshanks and Scabbers had never gotten along and, at one point, it had looked like Crookshanks had eaten Ronnie’s rat. It had been really lonely not speaking to Ronnie for all that time.

But they had become friends again, and things had settled back to how they had been before.

Well, not exactly.

Ronnie had always been a good friend, but Hermione hadn’t understood why she had missed Ronnie so much when they weren’t speaking. She certainly hadn’t missed Harry in the same way, which was even weirder considering that Harry was a boy.

Hermione had missed Ronnie’s smile, her laugh, her beautiful red hair, the way she would throw an arm around Hermione’s shoulders as they walked to class, the way she would bound up to her and hug Hermione tightly, and the way she would stretch out in the common room so that Hermione couldn’t help but notice her-

Yes, she had certainly missed her friend Ronnie. The same friend who made butterflies appear in Hermione’s stomach whenever Ronnie smiled at her. The same friend who began to inhabit Hermione’s dreams in ways she was becoming very confused about.

Hermione had hoped that… whatever this was would disappear over the summer holidays, and she could just enjoy her friendship with Ronnie with no extra complications.

No such luck. Fourth year had just made everything even more confusing. Harry and Ronnie hadn’t spoken for a while after Harry’s name had appeared in the goblet of fire. Hermione had desperately tried to patch things up between them but, in the end, they had worked it out themselves after the first task.

It was good for them to be a trio again. Although Hermione, Ronnie and Harry had always been a bit unusual. Parvati and Lavender had always been giggling over it, asking both Hermione and Ronnie about which of them Harry was dating. Hermione had always rolled her eyes at this. To her, Harry had always been like a younger brother. Like all younger brothers, he was always getting into mischief and being annoying, but he was her brother nonetheless.

Ronnie had always laughed her head off whenever this question was proposed by Lavender and Parvati. Harry was “her best mate”. End of. Nothing more to say.

But… well, as the Yule Ball approached, suddenly Ronnie stopped laughed and started blushing, avoiding Hermione’s eyes.

‘It’s none of your business,’ she had mumbled, her ears flashing their tell-tale pink.

Hermione had felt her heart slowly sink, although she tried to avoid thinking about why.

Sure enough, the day before the Yule Ball, Hermione had asked Harry about who he was taking, and the boy who lived had blushed scarlet.

‘Er… I asked Ronnie.’

Hermione dropped the book she was holding. The two of them were in the library.

‘What? You mean… you…’

‘I-I don’t know, okay!’ Harry stammered. ‘It’s just… I needed a date for the Ball and Ronnie’s my best mate, so it made sense.’

‘Oh.’

‘Yeah.’

At that moment, someone tapped Hermione on the shoulder. It was Viktor Krum, the Durmstrang champion.

‘Excuse me, may I have a vord?’

Harry looked at the Bulgarian suspiciously.

‘Yes, it’s fine,’ Hermione said, leading Krum away into the next aisle of bookshelves. ‘Which section are you looking for?’

‘No… I… er…’

 *

 ‘Krum?!’

Ronnie’s face looked horrified. It was several hours later, in their dormitory.

‘Well, it wasn’t as if I was going with anyone, so why not?’

‘He’s eighteen, Hermione!’ Ronnie said, urgently. ‘He’s way too old for you!’

‘He’s not dating me, Ronnie,’ Hermione replied. ‘He’ll be more like a chaperone than anything else. Besides, it’s just one ball. It’s not like he’s asking to marry me.’

‘I should think not!’ Ronnie’s face was strangely angry. ‘You’re too good for him.’

Hermione felt her cheeks blush.

‘Thanks,’ she said. ‘Er, congratulations about you and Harry, by the way.’

‘You… you know about that?’ Ronnie asked.

Hermione nodded, wondering why the mood suddenly felt so tense.

‘Yes, he told me earlier. It was nice of you to go with him.’

‘You think so?’

‘Yes. I think you’ll have a great time.’

Hermione hoped that her voice didn’t sound as falsely-cheery as she suspected.

 *

 The Yule Ball was something of an event. It was interesting hearing from Viktor Krum about what Bulgaria was like, but she found herself distracted. Possibly due to the fact that Ronnie and Harry were sat only a few chairs down the table, and kept giggling over stuff. Ronnie was wearing a very lacy dress that Mrs Weasley had only managed to get third-hand; since Ronnie was so tall compared to most girls, her clothes had always been a bit… well, difficult to acquire on a budget. The dress was a few inches shorter than her normal summer shorts were, and Hermione had got the distinct impression that Harry was trying not to stare too much when they had walked through the crowd with the other champions and their partners.

Hermione probably would have enjoyed the dancing too, except that she kept looking round to see what Ronnie and Harry were up to. Ronnie’s hair was long and had a sweet flowery scent that seemed to follow it around the room. Her smile was wide as she danced with Harry, and the way she kept laughing made it difficult for Hermione to concentrate on her own dancing. Why was she so distracted?

‘Vould you like a drink?’ Viktor Krum asked, after a very fast song had finished.

Hermione nodded, and he left for the buffet table.

At that moment, Hermione noticed that Harry and Ronnie were walking towards the balcony area.

Deciding to catch up with them, Hermione darted between several other couple, and poked her head out through the curtains.

Her stomach turned to lead.

Harry was kissing Ronnie on the mouth, and Ronnie was kissing him back.

Stumbling backwards through the curtain, Hermione pushed through the crowd and began to make for the exit. However, she bumped into Ginny and Neville.

‘I’m… feeling a bit unwell,’ she mumbled. ‘Could you tell Viktor Krum that I’ve had to leave?’

Ginny and Neville nodded, but looked concerned and a little confused.

Hermione didn’t stop hurrying until she had arrived back in her dormitory. She washed her make-up off, changed into her pyjamas, and climbed into her four-poster bed.

She had started crying before her head even hit the pillow.

 *

 ‘So… yeah.’

‘Bit weird, but… well, that’s it.’

It was the next day. Harry and Ronnie were talking to Ginny about what had happened. Hermione was eating her breakfast without looking at any of them.

‘So… are you two dating?’ Ginny asked.

Ronnie laughed nervously.

‘No; but… well, we’re gonna see how things change. If it’s not our cup of tea, we can stay friends instead.’

‘Yeah,’ Harry said, cheerfully. ‘Take a bit more than kissing for us to stop being best mates.’

‘Yeah, but…’ Ginny said, her eyes darting to Hermione and then back to Ronnie. ‘Are you sure?’

‘Er, yeah,’ Ronnie said. ‘H-Hermione, what do you think?’

Hermione blinked hurriedly.

‘Oh, I’m sure you two will be very happy,’ she said, a little too cheerfully. ‘I hope you don’t me being a third wheel, then. Anyway, we need to get to first period now.’

Harry nodded, and stood up.

Ronnie remained sitting, looking at Hermione with a slightly confused expression on her freckled face.

Ginny gave a sigh, and went back to her breakfast.

 *

 The next few weeks were not fun for Hermione. Ronnie and Harry had always been a duo and, now that they were sort-of together, Hermione had never felt more like a third wheel. Even though both of them were clearly trying their best not to exclude her, she couldn’t help but feel miserable.

And that wasn’t even getting into the way her heart would thump painfully whenever she caught Ronnie looking at Harry.

It was ridiculous. Hermione couldn’t be jealous! What was there to be jealous of? Harry was like a brother to her, so it clearly wasn’t that.

No, it was something else.

It was Ronnie.

Hermione was in love with Ronnie.

She tried to not think about this. Which normally would have been difficult. But luckily, they were both helping Harry about the second task, which took up a lot of time and mental headspace. And their coursework was so time-consuming that Hermione barely had time to think about her feelings for Ronnie.

Could girls even fall for each other? Hermione had read about that sort of thing happening, but she never would have imagined that it would happen to her.

The day before the second task, she (along with Ronnie) were helping Harry with his preparations for the second Triwizard task, when the Weasley twins arrived.

‘Ronnie, you and Hermione have got a message from Professor McGonagall.’

‘What?’ Hermione asked, confused. ‘She can’t seriously ban us from helping Harry, can she?’

‘No, she just wants you and Ronnie to go to Dumbledore’s office.’

Hermione exchanged confused glances with Ronnie.

When they arrived at Dumbledore’s office, they were not the only confused people there. Cho Chang was also there, plus a young girl speaking in fluent French who was presumably Fleur Delacour’s little sister.

Dumbledore explained about what the second Triwizard task was, and how it would include all of them. Each of the champions would have a hostage, who would be in an enchanted sleep at the bottom of the great lake. The hostages would be perfectly safe underwater, and would return to normal once they were brought back to the surface of the lake.

‘Professor,’ Hermione asked, raising her hand. ‘I don’t understand; why has Harry got both me and Ronnie as his hostages? And where is the hostage for Viktor Krum?’

Professor McGonagall raised an eyebrow.

‘Miss Granger, you are Mister Krum’s hostage, not Mr Potter’s.’

Hermione’s eyes widened in confusion. Viktor Krum? She was his “the person he would miss most”? Why? She’d been to the ball with him, but that was it. She hadn’t really spoken to him much since, aside from apologising for leaving the Yule Ball early. Why was she his hostage? Surely, he had friends from Durmstrang that would be a better pick?

Hang, on. Ronnie was Harry’s hostage. The person Harry would miss most.

So, that meant Ronnie was…

Hermione felt her heart sink. She couldn’t even look Ronnie in the eye, but she felt the redhead tense next to her.

Maybe Harry and Ronnie will become a full couple after he rescues her in the task, Hermione thought, miserably, as she slipped into unconsciousness from the sleeping spell Dumbledore had casted, I guess there never was any hope for me…

The next thing Hermione knew, she was treading water in the middle of the great lake. Viktor Krum was pulling her towards the shoreline. Her uniform felt heavy and sodden.

‘Where’s… where’s Harry and Ronnie?’ she asked, as Madam Pomfrey bustled them over to a tent nearby. ‘Haven’t… haven’t they come back yet?’

Madam Pomfrey patted her hand in sympathy, and tutted under her breath, as if she’d quite like a word with the person who came up with the idea for the second task.

A portion of pepper-up potion later, plus some warming spells, and Hermione was stood on the shoreline with Cho Chang and a very worried-looking Fleur Delacour. The French girl’s hostage was still down in the lake. Cho had put an arm around her.

‘They’ll be fine,’ the Ravenclaw was saying. ‘The judges won’t let any harm come to- oh, hello, Hermione.’

‘Hello. Have… have Harry and Ronnie got back yet?’

Cho shook her head.

There was a shout from the crowd, and Hermione looked round. Three people had just surfaced in the middle of the lake. Hermione could see a mane of very familiar red hair. Dashing past Viktor Krum (who seemed intent on chatting to her about something), Hermione wade into the shallows of the water. Fleur Delacour and Percy Weasley joined her.

‘I’m fine, Harry,’ Ronnie was saying, as Harry helped her towards the shore. The two of them were stood awkwardly in the shallows. Percy had stopped fussing over Ronnie, and had gone to find them some warm blankets, followed by the Delacour sisters.

Harry leaned forward and kissed Ronnie on the lips.

Hermione felt her heart sink and, turning away, she walked out of the lake, ignoring Viktor Krum’s renewed attempts at conversation, and left for the castle. People looked at her in confusion as she pushed past. She was glad that she had been given the pepper-up potion, as the February wind whipped through her.

Before she knew it, she was lying in her four-poster bed, crying her eyes out. She had somehow managed to close the curtains around her before she broke down completely. When was she ever going to get over this? She had no “claim” on Ronnie; after all, Ronnie liked boys, Ronnie liked Harry. And, next to Harry, why would Ronnie possibly look at Hermione? A bookworm. A girl. Just the best friend.

‘H-Hermione?’

Ronnie. Oh, god, Hermione thought, she can’t see me like this…

‘G-go away, Ronnie.’

‘What, and leave you miserable? Not on your life.’

‘I’m-I’m fine, Ronnie. J-just a bit exhausted from the task.’

‘Did… did Krum do something to you?’

‘No!’ Hermione exclaimed, pulling back the curtains of her four-poster. ‘Of course not! He’s barely even held my hand! What… how could you…’

‘W-well,’ Ronnie said, her ears turning pink. ‘You were “the person he would miss the most”, after all.’

Hermione stared at her for a second.

‘I don’t see Viktor Krum like that,’ she said, earnestly. ‘He’s… well… like a chaperone.’

‘He fancies you.’

‘You mean like Harry fancies you?’

Ronnie looked as if Hermione had slapped her.

‘You… you saw him kissing me, then?’

Hermione nodded.

‘Is that why you’re crying?’

Hermione mentally cursed. Her cheeks were still wet with tears.

‘I’m… I’m very happy for you both.’

‘Don’t insult my intelligence, Hermione,’ Ronnie said, hotly. ‘You’re clearly upset about it. What, you fancy Harry or something?’

‘What? No!’ Hermione said. ‘Harry’s like a brother to me! Why would you-’

‘Well, what’s your problem, then?!’ Ronnie exclaimed, coming to stand barely a few inches away from her.

‘Don’t be… it’s… well…I-’

‘Hermione, what is it?’

‘It’s not Harry that I fancy, Ronnie; it’s you!’

There was a deafening silence.

‘I… I shouldn’t have said that,’ Hermione mumbled. ‘Sorry, forget I-’

‘No, what do you mean?’ Ronnie asked. ‘Do… do you mean that?’

‘Y-yes,’ Hermione whispered. ‘I’m sorry. I know you don’t see me like that. I’ve ruined our friendship-’

Hermione stopped talking. Because Ronnie had suddenly leaned forward and was kissing her on the mouth. Hermione’s brain seemed to disengage. Ronnie’s lips were soft and delicate as they pressed against Hermione’s. The redhead’s body heat felt like a warm fire against her, despite how little they were touching.

A few seconds later, although it could have lasted for hours for all that Hermione knew, Ronnie pulled away slightly.

‘Do… do you really mean that?’ Ronnie whispered, her hands tender as they interlaced with Hermione’s. ‘You… you really fancy me?’

Hermione nodded, feeling very confused.

‘Yes. Ever since… actually, I don’t know when. But… why…’

‘I… I fancy you, Hermione,’ Ronnie said, softly. ‘I… I thought you didn’t feel the same way.’

‘You fancy me?’

‘Er, did I not just kiss you? Would have thought it’d be a giveaway…’

Hermione giggled.

‘Okay, I believe you. But how-’

The door opened. Harry poked his head through.

‘Everything okay?’

‘Yeah,’ Ronnie said, cheerfully as she held Hermione’s hand. ‘She’s okay. And so am I.’

‘Cool. And… did you both…’

Ronnie nodded.

‘Fantastic!’ Harry said, grinning. ‘I’m so happy for you two!’

‘W-wait, what?’ Hermione exclaimed, utterly at sea. ‘Harry, did… did you know?’

‘I guessed. Besides, me and Ronnie work better as friends anyway.’

‘You… you two aren’t a couple?’ Hermione gasped, looking between them both. ‘I thought… after you kissed at the lake-’

‘You are one daft maid,’ Ronnie chuckled, pecking her on the cheek. ‘But that makes two of us, eh?’

Hermione smiled, as she held Ronnie’s hand. Maybe, on occasion, the best friend did get the girl. Even if they were also a girl, too.

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Thanks for reading, everyone! Hope you enjoyed it!

[whitherwhence]

Monstrous May Challenge, Day 6: The Lycanthrope 

Honey Bear

A werebear comes out of hibernation, the townsfolk welcome her back. Some clumsy flirting, and a little bit of soft manhandling (bearhandling?). wlw. 1428 words, somehow.

She always came down from the mountain just before mid-spring, after taking a few weeks or so to shake her winter sleep off her bones and bulk back up a little. You couldn’t miss her as she strode through town, she was tall and broad, brawny and thick as hell, friendly with literally everyone she passed, and her laugh could be heard from a block away.

Her name was Rebecca, or maybe it was Rhiannon, something with an R — but all anyone ever called her was Bear. An unoriginal nickname for a werebear, sure, but fitting. Everything about Bear seemed big; her voice, her appetite, her arms, oh god, her arms, and she took up SPACE wherever she went. She was the only one of her kind in this part of the country, and the humans of the small town she called home for most of the year were grateful for it. It wasn’t that they didn’t like her, she was very well loved and respected in the community. It’s that werebears could be a bit territorial, or so it was generally believed.

Madeline couldn’t wait to see her. This spring, she would make her move. She would! She was definitely going to do it. Whatever ‘it’ was. Ugh. How is anyone good at this? Alright. It’s cool, be cool. She would come up with something clever to say, and Bear would laugh, and then she would ask Bear to… hang out or something? Yeah. Probably. Super good plan. 

The unanimously favored queer club/tavern/bar was an absolute dive, nearly all of the bars downtown were, but it was the one everyone flocked to once winter had thawed because it had a big, comfortable patio space out back. It was also the one Bear frequented the most.

Madeline got a beer at the bar, and then made her way through the cool, dark, dingy, arcade-like interior, and through the back door to the shaded patio. Bear was on the deep bench built into the long back fence, and she was surrounded by a cluster of friends and neighbors, all chatting and laughing. It looked almost like she was holding court, if court was a group of townsfolk and a wooden table littered with half-full drinks, bar snacks, greeting cards, and small gifts — this was typical for the time of year, because everyone treated the first week of Bear’s return like it was her birthday.

“MADDIE!” a few would-be courtiers shouted out cheerfully, and someone conjured one of the well-used plastic chairs with battered metal legs for her to join them. She’d dressed carefully, it looked like everyone had, and it was so good to see them all showing off a little in the filtered afternoon sunlight.

After getting settled and saying hellos, Madeline dug her little gift out of her bag and set it on the table. “Hey, Bear,” she said, getting the woman’s attention, “I brought you something.” It was a jar of dark, rich, wildflower honey from her neighbor’s fall harvest. He always set aside a few jars for her, and this batch had been too good to keep to herself. She turned on her best wide-eyed, exaggeratedly innocent expression and aimed it at the werebear. “Bears do like honey, right?”

Thankfully, Bear laughed big and wonderful, and it sent blooming warmth from Madeline’s chest to her toes. “Well, this one does,” Bear said good-naturedly. She picked up the jar, tipped it, and watched the air bubble move down the side. She smiled at it and said, “Thanks, Maddie. Very kind of you, looks real good.” She looked back up at Madeline, and her smile softened into something really sweet. They just sat there for a moment, smiling and blinking softly at each other like a couple of goofballs. So, this was going well.

These springtime afternoons were always the nicest time to catch up with everyone. It was late enough in the day to get some good gossip, and too early for anyone to be out on the lash. The day slipped into golden early evening, Madeline switched to water, and the group filtered down to just a few friends. It got warm enough that she took off her leather jacket, and at some point Bear had rolled her sleeves up to the elbow. Those forearms. Madeline had to keep reminding herself not to sneak too many looks over at Bear, while she despaired over how to work up her courage to… what, ask her out? Seriously, why did it have to be so excruciating? But the thing was, as much as Bear caught her looking, she caught Bear looking back.

Okay, you know what? It was getting actually late now, and Madeline was starting to think maybe another day would be better. Bear had just gotten back, after all. They ran into each other all the time, no big deal. She’d just ask her all casual like, without all this build-up, yeah, that would be better, less pressure, good idea, okay, time to—

“Hey, Maddie,” Bear interrupted her spiral, thank fuck. “Help a gal out. It’s been months since I had a good look at you.” She leaned down, then grabbed one of Madeline’s chair legs and yanked, dragging it across the concrete a few feet. Suddenly they were very close, Madeline’s right knee and calf flush with Bear’s left. Bear inhaled deeply. “There, that’s better.”

“Whoa, haha,” Madeline uttered shakily. Had she just said ‘haha’ aloud? What the fuck. She blushed hard and tried harder to regain her composure. “Wait— did you just smell me?”

Bear laughed low and warm, and snuck an arm around Madeline’s shoulders. “Yeah, is that okay?” she asked, and then more seriously, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah. This is okay.” She meant it, obviously. This was amazing. Madeline was tall in her own right, or at least taller than most women she knew, but she felt tiny next to Bear. This was the closest they’d ever been to each other, and holy hell was it awesome.

“You smell nice, by the way,” Bear said, amused but sincere.

“Well, thanks? Must be my shampoo.”

Bear leaned in to get another sniff and pitched her voice down. “Mmm. Must be,” she rumbled directly into Madeline’s ear.

Because she was really going for it now, and because a hot butch woman was talking low into her ear, for fuck’s sake, Madeline shivered. But they were careening towards a cliche back and forth, and Madeline didn’t want to play. “So, this is the part where you say ‘You cold, baby? You’re trembling. How about you sit next to me here on the bench, and I’ll keep you warm.’ And I say ‘Oh thank you, Bear, you’re so big and strong’ for some reason and then I blink at you all coquettishly. Let’s skip it. Scoot over.”

There was literally no reason for Bear to scoot anywhere, as there was plenty of room next to her, but she did it anyway. “You don’t think I’m big and strong? You wound me, Maddie.”

Madeline snickered as she pressed her side into Bear’s, getting comfortable. “Of course I do, but you don’t need anyone to tell you.” Bear’s hand settled on her waist. It felt so good to be this close to her, to snuggle in her arms — well, one of her arms, rather.  

“You know— oh, dammit,” Maddie faltered and looked down at her hands to gather herself. It’s cool, this is fine. It is. Time to be brave. She looked back up at Bear. “You know. You gotta know that I like you, right? Because I do.”

Bear was looking at her softly, her eyes half-lidded and dreamy. “You do, huh?” Her hand slipped down to Madeline’s hip and she started to knead the sensitive flesh there. “That’s lucky, because I like you too. Have for a long while.”

“But I’m not fast,” Madeline blurted. Bear’s hand froze on her hip. “I don’t know if I can jump in with both feet right away, Bear. You gotta give me a little time.” She took a beat to slow herself down. She could do this. “But, um. Can I take you to dinner?” She prayed to whatever deity that she had this right, that this is how people fucking talk to each other.

Bear grinned delightedly as she slid her hand back to Madeline’s waist, and squeezed her in a reassuring half-hug. “That sounds good to me, honey,” she said. “Just tell me when.”

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HOW LONG IS A LONG WHILE, BEAR. TELL US. Whew, this one fought me! And then it kept getting longer! Why!!! I just wanted to write a big ol’ butch wlw werebear and write another wlw who wants to snuggle with her 😭  Do you ever feel like you know where a story starts and where it ends, but the rest of it has to be fuckin’ wrestled out of your brain? I’m pretty sure I know what was going on, which is good, like, at least in the long run. Ah well, the important thing is that it’s done and I can release it to the wild. Right? Haha right, guys? Anyway. The two challenge days I’ve done so far have been heavy on the anxious, obvious long-time crush, so, I reckon something different for the next few. ANYWAY. <3

[somekidnamedkai]

Let Me Braid Your Hair - Darla Fic

wrote a fic about Darla for wlw-lovestruck-fiction, and decided to post it here.

The dialogue was edited by one of the amazing mods, 

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“Bye guys! Don’t have too much fun!” MC yelled towards her brother from the kitchen as he and Lucas walked towards the door to leave for their date.

“I could say the same to you two,” he replied with a smirk, throwing the girl back in shock as a deep blush appeared on her face. Then with that, the two guys left.

A minute of silence went by before Darla spoke up.

“So it’s just us two?” she asked, looking over the couch she was sitting on to look back at MC as she nodded in response.

Darla opened her mouth to say something, but her girlfriend, not realizing it, interrupted her before she even started to talk

“Do you want to get some studying in maybe?”

The brunette closed her mouth, stopping what she was about to say. She fell back on the couch with a nod.

“Of course. Anything if it’s with you,” Darla said with a sweet, loving smile.

It may have taken them a while to admit it, but once Darla and MC finally admitted how much they liked each other, they became the cutest couple. Darla was the type of girlfriend who would do anything for her love, like a knight in shining armor. She’d be there for her girlfriend all the time. No one ever believed she could act like that, so, loving and caring to someone other than herself.

“You seem like you want to do something else,” MC pointed out as she walked over to the couch and sat next to Darla, leaning into her girlfriend's warm embrace. She chuckled as she pulled MC into her lap, and laid her head on the girl's shoulder.

“I just want to be with you,” Darla responded, as she nuzzled her head further into MCs shoulder and she played with the others' hands. MC chuckled at how her girlfriend was acting. Darla would be like a little kid at times, just wanting MC to be with her, but she never complained, she found it quite adorable. MC loved everything about Darla, she was amazing, no perfect to her. Darla was her life.

“If you want to do something else we can do whatever you want. Studying was just a suggestion,” MC told her as she wriggled herself free from Darla’s embrace, making the other whine, and she turned around to face her. Darla grabbed MCs hand and intertwined their fingers before swinging their hands. A sweet smile etched on Darla's face as she leaned forward and kissed MCs nose, making her giggle in response.

“Can I braid your hair, please?” She asked before leaning back.

MC looked down at the two laced hands as they swung back and forth.

“Of course you can,” She replied, answering Darlas' question, making her smile even brighter if that was possible. The gray-eyed girl chuckled as Darla jumped up and down on her seat.

“Where’s your hairbrush? and ties?” The taller girl questioned. MC hummed as she leaned in, so she could softly close the space between the two before backing away.

“They’re in my room,” she answered. Darla nodded, before standing up, kissing MCs hands before letting them go. She stood up, leaving MC to her own devices as she went to the room.

A minute or two passed before MC heard the sound of footsteps coming down the staircase as her favorite voice rang out.

“I got them!” She called out as she drifted over to the couch. The brunette jumped up and down, ecstatically, as she moved towards the couch. After she sat down she crossed her legs, and MC even had the chance to scoot closer, Darla's hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her girlfriend into her lap.

“Hi,” MC giggled as she felt soft, cherry-scented lips peck her cheek a couple of times, the curly-haired girl turned her face and planted a soft kiss against Darla’s lips in return.

“Hi beautiful,” she responded.

“So,” MC began to talk as Darla unbraided her braided crown, “what type of braid are you going to do?” She asked.

The brunette thought about it for a second as she began to run the brush down MCs hair, disentangling all the knots, leaving it silky and smooth.

“What kind of braid would you like?” she responded to the question with another one. A breath from MC blew the hair left in her face upwards, just before they fell.

“What about Dutch braids?” She asked as Darla nodded in response to the question, as she began to part MCs hair, splitting it into two parts for the braids. She grabbed a black tie and twisted it on before putting the part to the side. MC played with her hands as she felt her girlfriend brush out the right side of her hair again, before running her fingers up her scalp to separate her hair so she could braid it.

“Do you want me to lean back so it’s easier?” The smaller girl asked as Darla began to move her hair in a pattern, braiding it, from the top to bottom.

“You’re good, love” she replied to the question, as she tugged MCs hair, so it wouldn’t be loose. MC nodded as Darla continued to braid her hair, not leaving any stray strands.

“Are you having fun, love?” The blonde asked as her girlfriend began to braid the lower part of her hair. Darla’s attention was still mostly on braiding, so she wouldn’t make a mistake, because MC didn’t deserve her beautiful hair to have any errors.

“Of course I am, I’m with you,” The other girl answered, as she planted a small kiss on the back of MCs neck, as she finished the first braid and tied it, so her work wouldn’t fall apart.

“I love you,” MC told Darla with a smile, as her hand reached to the back of her head to feel the braid, but the other swapped her hand away.

“I love you too,” Darla told her and poked her cheek.

As Darla untied the right side of MCs hair, she grabbed the hairbrush, to brush the part out for a minute. After she finished, she repeated what she did to the other side, braiding it with the same pattern she did before. A minute passed, before Darla finished the side, finishing braiding up MCs hair.

“Okay, I’m done,” Darla said as her hands drifted from the tied braid, down MCs arms and she grabbed the other girl's hands.

MC smiled before getting up, sliding out of Darla's embrace, but still holding one of her hands.

“Is it good?” She asked Darla with her normal soft, loving tone. Darla nodded as she placed her free hand on MCs cheek, before softly pressing her lips on hers.

“It’s amazing, and you’re so beautiful,” Darla replied to the question. The darker-skinned girl smiled as she was given a kiss, and leaned into Darla's hand after.

“Let me show you,” Darla told her as MC nodded and followed her girlfriend upstairs to find a mirror to see her hair.

On their way up, the girl with now braided hair asked, “So can I braid your hair?”

A chuckle left Darla's lips as she replied, “Yes.”

[cottagecorewhore420]

One Broken Headphone

A fluffy, WLW, protective girlfriend short <3 ~ 2500 words <3

I hope you enjoy reading it! Please lmk what you think :)

tw: brief mention of physical assault

Corrine had gone downstairs to get the delivery- which thank gods, she was starving. If Marcie didn’t get crab ragoon in her stomach within the next five minutes, she couldn’t and wouldn’t be held liable for any damages incurred.

Right as she was starting to fantasize about the fried piece of heaven her girlfriend was currently tasked with obtaining, a huge clap of thunder shook the apartment.

Philly, the large and skittish cat who Corrine had adopted off the street a year ago, mewled pitifully before a dart of white crossed the room. Apparently, it seemed as if Philly was scared of thunderstorms, if her current location of under-the-loveseat was any indication.

Way too often in Marcie’s past had people called her a bleeding-heart, but even now, when obviously the cat was beyond safe from the storm, she felt a jolt in her chest at the poor, scared, little baby.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay, I promise-,” she dropped down to her knees, and slowly began crawling over to the couch, moving slowly and purposefully as to avoid scaring the cat any further. She had only just started being trusted by the animal, and she didn’t want to backtrack any progress, especially since she knew how scared Philly was right now.

She received a meow as she continued closer- which, really, was better than nothing.

As another clap of thunder resounded outside, she idly worried about Corrine, but considering Corrine was a fully functioning human adult, and Philly was an anti-social terrified cat, her loyalties at the moment were a little more inclined to making sure the latter was okay. She started moving towards her again, and in doing so heard a crunch underneath her left knee- looking down, disheartened, she saw the broken right earbud of Corrine’s headphones she used on her laptop.

Before she had time to wallow in the fact that she had just broken her girlfriend’s headphones, Philly yowled and jumped from her position under the couch into Marcie’s lap, covering up the now-useless wires with her copious fur.

The cat was obviously really scared of the onslaught of rain outside, and Marcie’s bleeding heart beat again in sympathy for the poor cat, who assuredly had endured these kinds of storms by herself on the streets before Corrine found her.

With that sad thought, she mournfully began petting the fat feline in her lap, talking softly to her, trying to steel herself to telling Corrine that she had broken her earbuds.

~

“Corrine, I’m so sorry! I just, I- the thunder started, and I watched Philly dart under the couch, and she was so scared of the storm, and I knelt down to talk to her, and I heard a crack- it- I’m- I’ll buy you a new pair, I promise, I’m really sorry!”

All of this was said through a rush of words and teary eyes, the avalanche of apology hitting her as soon as Corrine walked back into the living room with their food.

Marcie looked near tears, sitting on the floor looking dejectedly up at Corrine’s standing-form, and yet, despite her obvious upset, she wouldn’t stop petting and comforting the cat that had been the cause of- well, what was Marcie upset about?

“Wait- I’m confused. What happened?”

Marcie thrusted the pair of earbuds at her, the right one’s speaker pitfully haning out of the in-ear part, obviously broken.

Looking down at the misty-eyed woman, who felt obviously horrible about breaking some old pair of headphones, because she had been trying to comfort a cat- who was even NOW, while upset, more obviously invested in the wellbeing of a cat who wasn’t even hers, Corrine was struck with the thought of “oh, fuck- I love her.”

“Hey, hey, Marcie, it’s okay, I promise.” She set the bags of food on the coffee table, and leaned down to sit next to Philly and her girlfriend.

“First and foremost, I’m glad you were up here to comfort Philly- she’s always reacted really badly to storms. I actually found her right after one, when she was meowing behind the dumpster out back.”

She could see the anguish that caused Marcie, to think of the sweet if not slightly-anti-social cat as sad and lonely.

“Secondly, I have had to headphones for I-don’t-even-know how long, baby. Seriously. I have like three others like that anyways somewhere in my room.”

Marcie looked up from where she had been resolutely staring at Philly’s back, seemingly studying the calico coloration in an attempt to not look up to Corrine.

“Also, honestly, that’s my fault, I’m the one who has a habit of sitting on the floor and then leaving stuff- I promise that’s not the first thing of mine that’s been broken because of me being forgetful.”

“Thirdly, I’m not mad, or upset, or secretly resentful- okay? I promise. I do not care about those headphones. They’re just an object, sweet pea.”

They lapsed into a terse silence, both petting Philly who was purring loudly at the attention, before Marcie spoke up.

“I- ahem. Um.” She swallowed past a lump in her throat, tearing her hand and eyes away from Philly and looking out to the balcony, looking through the window at the storm.

She focused on the sheets of rain as she steadied herself. “My last girlfriend- I accidently broke her- I broke her laptop charger one day. Like, the cable insulator part. I didn’t mean to! She had asked me to plug in her computer, but it wouldn’t attach, so I had taken it out and went to put it back in, and I guess the insulation maybe was unraveling or something, which wasn’t good, cuz it just snapped…”

Corrine was only idly stroking her cats’ fur now, staring at Marcie’s turned-away face, studying the obvious tension.

“She freaked out. She started yelling at me, and saying that I…” Marcie seemed to steal herself, looking out to the balcony intently, as if she was staring down the rain in a battle of wills. “She was saying how I was a complete fuck up, and she didn’t know why she even bothers with me. And that I owed her a new charger, and then she- ahem.”

There was a growing pit of dread in Corrine’s stomach, but she could see that this was something important to discuss if they wanted to build a long lasting, strong relationship. She needed to show Marcie she was safe, now, and protected. And it seemed Marcie needed to heal from this, too.

“She got really pissed, and she had gotten laid off earlier that week. That’s why her computer needed to be plugged in, she had been looking at jobs online for so long. She was just really, really stressed, and then I think I just was the thing that- “

“Baby,” Anne stopped stroking Philly, who seemed wholly unbothered now that the thunder had turned to just heavy rain. The calico got up and walked off elsewhere, apparently content with the amount of attention she had been bestowed. “Why are you excusing her?”

Anne reached out to grab Marcie’s hand, and when she did, Marcie’s head whipped around from her watch point, out to the balcony- there was tears welling up in her eyes, and her nose was bright red. “She hit me. Not just once, but like. A couple of times. She was really stressed, and she just- she started screaming and hitting me and she was so mad, and I- “she started sobbing, and lunged into Anne’s waiting arms, where Anne started comforting her, whispering similar platitudes to the ones Marcie had coaxed Philly with earlier.

“Baby, shh, it’s ok. I am so sorry that ever happened to you- that’s not right. I don’t care if her whole family died in a plane crash and then she got fired and stubbed all her toes. That is no excuse to ever hit you, Marsha Braun.” The serious tone coming from her usually-jovial girlfriend, along with her given name, made Marcie pull back and look into Anne’s eyes, seeming to search for something.

Anne sat there, idly reminded of when her uncle and she would wait patiently in the woods for the baby deer to approach.

Whatever Marcie was searching for, she apparently needed to find. When it seems she was satisfied, Marcie lunged forward again, but to hug Anne, locking her arms around her neck and pressing a kiss into the woman’s juncture between shoulder and neck.

“I was so scared when it happened, Annie.”

Anne’s heart cracked at hearing that, the words reverberated within her, sounding hollow. Marcie was such an abundantly kind, generous, loving person. The idea that anyone could do something such as strike her, multiple times, for doing nothing more than trying to do a favor- it made a fire boil in her veins.

“I’m so so sorry, kitten. I will never, ever, let you feel like that again.” And she meant it. Anne may not look intimidating, but her 12 years of Judo and ample weapons training said otherwise. She had a protective streak a mile wide when it came to those she cared about, and Marcie quickly was entering that realm, despite the two of them only having dated for going-on five months.

“I like that.” The words were soft, breathed into her neck.

“What?” Circles and nonsensical patterns were drawn on Marcie’s back, in comforting sweeps.

“Kitten. I like that- “Here, she yawned widely, also into Anne’s neck. “I like that a lot.”

“Tired?”

“I’m sorry- we haven’t even eaten yet and I know you’re hungry and we haven’t seen each other in days-“

“Baby, kitten, shh- I am hungry, so I’ll go ahead and eat my half while you take a short nap next to me on the couch, hmm? That way you get some beauty sleep, not that you need it-“

Marcie gave a shy grin.

“-and I get to eat my General Tso’s and watch whatever show I want, without having to battle somebody over Kitchen Nightmares or Hotel Hell. And, of course, I get to be next to the prettiest woman in the world while doing so.”

“I love you.”

Holyshitholyshitholyshit- They hadn’t said that yet. They were going tragically slow, and then she just says that! Marcie just said that! Anne’s heart constricted slightly, and she could practically hear the concerto playing in her brain, a cacophony of emotions.

“I love you too, Marcie.”

~

“Y’know… sometimes I worry it was my fault. She did it more than just the one time. I didn’t leave right away. I just- she had made me feel really really bad about myself. Like she was right, that nobody would want to put up with me. She only slapped me around a few more times-“

A few more times too many thought Anne darkly, listening as Marcie spoke, her voice projecting upwards into the blackness of their bedroom. She was laying on her back, looking to the ceiling, sidled up next to Anne.

“But… the last time, she had slapped me around and then was really pissed and she threw something at Benji. And I just- I felt so bad for my poor boy. He did nothing to deserve that, and I couldn’t let him stay there any more. It didn’t hurt him, thank god, but I left that night.”

Benji. The huge golden retriever that Macie loved; the one she had to put down a few weeks before she and Anne met.

She had only known about the dog through pictures and stories, but she knew he was Marcie’s childhood dog, and she had had him all the way up through college. She had loved Benji so much.

Anne was filled with aches in her soul- anger, brittle and sharp at Marcie’s ex. Rounded, hollow pain for Benji, who was gone. A resounding ache, pointed, for Marcie’s hurt. She didn’t know what else to say, so she said all she could think.

“I’m happy you left.”

“Yeah… me too.”

As they drifted into silence, Anne said a silent prayer, sent up to a golden retriever named Benji, in thanks for protecting her now-girlfriend from herself, when she hadn’t been there to do so.

She hoped the old dog would have liked her- she certainly liked his owner.

[shez-kindathat-hot1995]

Mu-sick or Muse-ic (The Musician and The Athlete)

This prompt is for @ssaintsuppapong​ who originally made the post about a wlw ROM-COM that I fell in love with the idea of, all credit goes to them for this idea, and for @romanceismycallingcard​ who I found the post from on their page and who also replied to be a supporting character. 

After what seems like a decade, it’s finally here! Mu-sick or Muse-ic (a play on words) is about Amelia and Julia, the female jock and the musician who were once friends before they went to college. After a chance encounter on campus due to someone bothering Julia, they begin to fall in love all over again. This scene is a glimpse into a part of their life as a couple.

I swear I can go on a whole writing spree for this idea with a whole plot, backstory, everything omg

I created random names for the main characters and even the roommate character. I added one character into the plot from my own imagination but I hope you guys like it, this is my first posted prompt on here!!

Word count: a little over 1.8k (it became 4 pages long from one idea..how lol)

Genre: Girls love, friends to lovers, romance/comedy

Warning: some swear words, slight violence, angsty at the beginning but it ended up becoming soft fluff

Enjoy! ~ Hoshi

As Amelia hastily made her way to the lockers, she could see the outline of two people against the wall. Her girlfriend’s bag and the recognizable guitar case covered in stickers Julia usually carried were resting at their feet. 

Amelia looked forward to seeing that distinct case making its way towards her at their lunch period when they would meet. 

Now, with a curious look stuck on her face, Amelia made her way silently and warily towards the two, coming to stand behind the clearly pushed together figures.

It was Aaron hovering over Julia, caging her between his arms, his face pressed to Julia’s while she seemed to cower in between him. 

A pang shot through Amelia’s heart. 

She shook her head in disbelief, a snarl making its way to her lips as she lunged forward and threw him off of the girl she was infatuated with. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” Amelia growled out, fists balled and chest rising rapidly. 

She could feel her body temperature sky rocketing, though she wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline from the soccer game she just won or the anger coursing through her veins at this scene. 

A small squeak of a voice, seemingly calm, came out from behind her trying to explain, but Amelia quickly shot a knowing look over her shoulder and turned back to the boy who stood smugly with a smirk upon his lips in front of her.

“I figured she should try something from a real man, so I kissed her,” Aaron said with a shrug, looking cocky with his hands now in his pockets, chest puffed a little. 

With a solid punch to the face, his resolve was wiped clean, a small trail of blood came from his mouth now as he stared up at the two girls. 

Ready to say some other snarky remark, he opened his mouth but was instantly cut off, “Say something again and this time I’ll make sure I knock you out,” Amelia said with her jaw clenched and eyes slightly narrowed.

She wasn’t one to become angry without a cause.

Aaron widened his eyes and quickly wiped the blood off his lips, standing up and hastily grabbing his bag before he made his way around Amelia who was already shielding Julia behind her larger frame. 

To say she was pissed off was an under exaggeration, she was more than livid and overly protective. After everything her and Julia had been through to be in this relationship, this was the breaking point.

Her own resolve was breaking as she turned to look at the girl who held her heart in her hands.

Her hands began to shake, and hot tears lightly traced their way down her cheeks. She wiped her hands down her face, hiding the tears and the fact this broke her to her core because she didn’t want to make matters worse. 

With a broken sigh, she looked up at Julia who had her lips slightly parted, waiting to say something, but nothing came out. 

Flicking her tongue over her canine tooth, a trait Julia came to love in its own way, Amelia then went forward and grabbed her girlfriend’s bag and case in one hand while locking her other hand tightly around Julia’s wrist and pulling (more like dragging) her away. 

The normally bubbly female jock was no longer bubbly, desperate for answers and feeling the pull of despair, she let go of her girlfriend’s arm once they got into the locker rooms.

 Amelia could tell she dropped Julia’s arm more forcefully than she should have by the hurt look on the quiet and usually broody girls face. If only she was back in her dorm with her amusing roommate, Jenny, to watch her freak-out and pin over her crush that was also a mutual friend of the trios… it would be so much better. 

“Please don’t believe him..” Julia spoke out softly, snapping Amelia out of her thoughts to look up at the smaller girl before her. 

Julia was chewing on her bottom lip with her eyes lowered to the ground where her bag and case were gently placed, Amelia could see she was feeling uneasy and hurt too.

“Baby.. I.. I don’t,” Amelia paused, gently reaching to grab Julia’s hands in her own, “I trust you… just tell me what happened,” She finished before she glanced behind her, deciding to sit on the metal bench when the exhaustion hit her. 

She lightly moved Julia toward the bench, letting go of one of her hands to pat the space next to her, her demeanor changing to one that was soft and loving; her usual bubbly self was coming back a little. Julia flattened her skirt with her free hand before she sat down, immediately leaning into Amelia and turning to look at her with those doe eyes.

“You know Aaron has always been bothering me,” Julia mumbled, rolling her eyes and looking down with a small pout set upon her cute lips; it made Amelia lightly scoff with a small smile tugging at the corners of her own lips.

 Looking back on it, Aaron had made it possible for them to come together again and create a blooming love. If he hadn’t of bothered Julia that one autumn day and made her bump into Amelia, who knows what could have happened.

 Amelia still remembers it like it was yesterday, seeing Julia with her hair in loose wavy curls, eyes wide and clutching her music sheets as she looked up at Amelia from within her arms, the proximity of their faces close enough to have caused both of them to momentarily stop breathing; it was a moment she treasured dearly. 

Their eyes locked at the recollection of the memory that caused them to talk again, soft features developed upon their expressions as they looked at one another. 

“Guess I should thank that asshole then…eventually…in my own way…maybe with another punch to the face…” Amelia joked as she slightly nudged Julia who was already pressed to her side. 

After a moment, Amelia untangled one of their hands, shifting slightly to lay her hand upon Julia’s cheek, caressing it with her thumb. It was simply the small signs of affection they both loved and craved for. 

Amelia was creating time, waiting patiently like she always had. Julia knew it, leaning in to only go back to staring intently at her significant other. 

“I was waiting for you in that little corner in the hallway by the lockers where we always meet after your games and I ran into him… it felt like he was almost there on purpose,” Julia said with a perplexed look, shaking her head a little, “he tried saying something to me but I actually stood my ground against him this time, told him I was meeting up with you any minute and that I had no time to be involved in his antics. He seemed to look off when I said that and then in the next second he boxed me into that wall before.. kissing me,” Julia finished, her voice becoming quieter at the end as she now concentrated on the entangled hands resting between them while scrunching her nose in disgust at the fact it happened only about 30 mins ago. 

“He has a major problem with taking no as an answer… and it seems like he saw me coming,” Amelia glowered, “he’s always trying to steal my girl,” She finished with a playful pout upon her face as she dramatically turned her head to look out into the distance. 

Julia’s soft chuckle echoed throughout the locker room, instantly causing Amelia to smile widely at the honey sound and turn back to brightly take in her love’s beauty. 

Hands still intertwined, Amelia raised them to place a gentle kiss on each of Julia’s hands, delicately looking up before gently moving closer to Julia’s face. 

As soon as their faces met, Amelia slowly closed her eyes and gently rubbed their noses together; Eskimo kisses, an unspoken form of love she only loved to do with Julia. 

When she opened her eyes, she noticed the blush dancing prominently on Julia’s cheeks as she tried to contain her sweet smile, her eyes already in the crescents from how hard she was smiling.

Taking in this precious moment, Amelia leaned in for a kiss. It was a long kiss, lips pressed against each other softly, savoring the sweetness and warmth of the other’s lips. 

Though, Julia’s lips were a bit rougher since she had the habit of nervously bit/chewing on them, it still made Amelia’s heart flutter whenever they were pressed against hers. 

After another minute, Julia pulled away first, squeezing Amelia’s hands for split second before letting them go gently. The moment ending before it could delve into something further.

Both out of breath from the time they stayed like that, the two girls looked at each other longingly before Amelia said, “Come back to the dorm with me.” 

This made Julia blush harder, looking from her girlfriend’s lips to her eyes, “What did you just say..” She replied breathlessly. 

“I won the soccer game for you, but you didn’t see it because of jerk wad.” Amelia replied smugly, inching closer to Julia as she backed away to the edge of the bench before standing up abruptly, skirt swaying quickly in the process. 

With a light cough to control herself, Julia looked anywhere but her girlfriend who was eyeing her up in amusement at her reaction. 

Standing up, Amelia walked over to Julia’s bag before swinging it onto her back with the guitar case going right over it. Turning back to the girl who was trying to stand causally against one of the lockers, Amelia strode over and picked Julia up into her arms, shocking her and making her hold tightly onto her lover. 

“I..” Julia stuttered out while wide eyed, heart beating loudly.

“Shh, it’s okay, my prize is a night in watching movies with you in our room while we order food and try not to wake Jenny… though she’ll probably join us from her late-night nap anyway,” Amelia said with a quick peck to Julia’s lips, beginning to walk out of the locker room carrying the person she loved more than anything close to her chest. 

Julia only looked up at the girl who made her realize what love was in awe as she felt Amelia begin to jog their way out to the dorms. 

“You forgot your change of clothes just so you could show off, really…” Julia snickered as she rolled her eyes lightly before holding onto Amelia tighter, causing Amelia to laugh loudly. 

“I have more important things to take care of and besides, it’s Saturday tomorrow,” She said sticking out her tongue while looking at Julia before she continued to focus on jogging back to their room. 

As their bickering and laughs resounded throughout the neighborhood, this night was made into a memory that will never be forgotten.

[whyarewewlwlikethat]

I was at a restaurant and a wlw couple sat next to me, so I got rly excited but I didn’t show it. And then one of the girls proposed to the other and it was sososo cute💕💗💓💘💖💞💝

AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! BLESSED!!!!!!! SUCH A BLESSED ASK. I WOULD HAVE DIED AND WENT STRAIGHT TO HEAVEN IF I EVER SAW A WLW COUPLE GET ENGAGED 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Thank you for telling this story, sweet anon. It was so adorable 😭😭😭💕💖💗💝💞💓💘