#happy pride month my fluffy wlw

[shroomdreams]

She Makes Me Laugh (WLW Special)

Dom!HSR Women x Girlfailure!GF

cw: oral sex, collaring, hypnosis, fingering, tit/nipple play, public sex, usage of strap-on (reader receiving), temperature play a/n: happy pride month! and also happy yuri day! here's the wlw special, i hope you all like it! it took me a while, but I finally got it done!

Kafka:

You met Kafka while she was on a mission from Elio. You were one of the key pawns in her script, so she started getting closer to you in order to ensure the completion of the plan. What Kafka didn’t expect is to start feeling... fluffy things things for you. When you would hand her a flower you picked off the street, stuttering about how you thought of her, you were unknowingly plucking at her heartstrings.

She can’t help but pity you. You, the clumsy IPC grunt getting tangled with a Stellaron Hunter. Just the slightest scent of her perfume has you wrapped around her finger, giggling and twirling your hair as she purrs your name. Sweet, silly thing, do you know just who you’re dealing with? Kafka can’t help but lament your innocent nature, but such things were not meant to last. Not when it comes to the script.

But Elio had a surprise for her. He left out a crucial detail before Kafka was briefed on the mission. When she came to you, covered in blood and viscera, she expected this to be the last of your meetings. What she was not expecting was for you to blubber about how her clothes are all ruined, and that she NEEDS to come home so you can try and scrub her outfit clean. My my, aren’t you a curious one?

Being an employee of the IPC means you had more than enough money to pamper your girlfriend with a nice, relaxing bath. Sure, your face was the color of a tomato the whole time you were scrubbing her back, but Kafka can’t help but tease you during this intimate moment. She turns to face you, exposing her soapy chest. She laughs when your hands fly up to cover your vision, then letting out a cry when the soap solution makes stings your eyes. Kafka seizes this opportunity to use her ability on you.

You were already compliant before she used her hypnosis on you, but now you eagerly stripped off your clothing to join Kafka in the bath. Your hands roam her body as you feverishly kiss her neck, Kafka letting out a giggle when you try and fail to capture her lips, whining as she presses a finger to yours. “You’ve been such a good girl for me,” Kafka says, holding you close and stroking your hair. “I should give you a reward. So sit pretty for me, alright sweetheart?”

Her dexterous fingers knead your breasts, cupping and tugging at your nipples with ease. You whine, laying your head on her shoulder as she teases your hardening nubs. The soapy water that clings to your skin makes it all the easier for Kafka to tug your nipples, rolling the buds between her index and thumb fingers. You squeal when Kafka slides one of her hands to the valley between your legs, her middle finger rubbing circles on your clit.

“K-Kafkaahhh...” She lets out a breathy laugh when you moan her name, teasing your entrance with her fingers. You whine, hands resting on her wrist as she eases a finger inside your wet cunt. “Ah! Kafkaaa-” Her middle finger moves in and out, rubbing against your walls. A sob escapes your lips when she adds another finger, adding to the intense pleasure you feel. Sure, you may have masturbated a few times, but your awkward fingers were nothing compared to Kafka’s. Speaking of which, Kafka nibbles at your ear before plunging another finger inside. Mouth hanging open, you’re powerless to stop the stream of moans and cries escaping you as Kafka’s fingers speed up, bringing you to orgasm. Your hips twitch upwards trying to chase her touch when Kafka pulls out.

“Open wide, little fly.” Kafka places her fingers in your mouth, watching as you eagerly clean your release off her digits. “You felt good, didn’t you? How about you show me some gratitude and eat me out?” She whispers. “A- Ah wan’ eat you ouff,” You whimper, still suckling on her fingers. “Mommy, wan’ taste you! Please!” Kafka raises an eyebrow, amused at how she managed to drag out this side of you.

The two of you don’t even bother to wipe yourselves dry as Kafka lays on the bed, spread out like a goddess. You hastily kiss up her legs, nipping the flesh of her thighs as your breath tickles her pretty cunt. Strings of Lightning wrap around your neck, collaring you to Kafka’s hands. “Go on then, little fly. Show mommy just how much you love her.”

You didn’t need her to tell you twice, as you start licking up her pussy, moaning as she tugs the strings leashing you to her. You eagerly push your face in, nose bumping against her clit as your tongue enters her pussy. Kafka rewards you with a low moan, her free hand playing with her chest as you eat like a starved man. Through the fog of lust and residual hypnosis in your mind, you thumb at Kafka’s clit, causing her to raise her hips into your face. Her moans grow progressively louder when you seal your lips over her clit, suckling on it while you desperately finger her cunt. Kafka throws her head back, her juices spraying all over you while you whine and lick at her cunt.

You kiss her stomach as Kafka pets you, praising you for a job well done. A week later, you quit your job by exploding your office as Kafka whisks you away, aided by Silver Wolf wiping away your records from the IPC’s database. You’re as clumsy as ever, but Kafka thinks its the most adorable thing ever, especially since you started making explosives for them to use.

Kafka secretly thanks Elio for letting the two of you meet, happy that you can stay by her side until the script eventually tears you apart.

Himeko

The fact you manged to pull a woman such as Himeko is something not even the Genius Society can comprehend. You, who trips on air and frequently knocks things off the table, having Himeko pepper kisses to your face while you blubber about whatever topic you’re interested in. Even the Astral Express jokes about the differences between you and Himeko.

In your first meeting, you spilled some coffee on Himeko’s dress. She had to pull you up from the bow you were in, her golden eyes looking into your tear-filled gaze. Eventually she managed to calm you down. Himeko couldn’t help but laugh whenever you stuttered, finding you oh so adorable.

Your consequent meetings had her observing your movements. You were trying so desperately hard not to mess up, constantly in a nervous sweat while you pointed out some interesting things in the environment. The way your eyes flicker to her when you talk about your favorite things, and how you stare up at her with such adoration when she talks about her journeys on the Express.

One day, you bring her to the opera house, dressed up all pretty in a white number that matches her dress. From the outside looking in, it looked like the two of you were getting married, and you weren’t exactly helping when you present her with a bouquet of flowers. Seeing you go through so much effort makes Himeko want to keep you all to herself! You even rented out a secluded part of the balcony just for the two of you. The opera performed below went forgotten when Himeko initiates a kiss, pulling you close into her embrace. You drown in her perfume, eyes squeezed shut as your hands awkwardly place themselves on her waist.

You had to be quick and subtle- Else you risk a shot reputation and being banned from the opera house. Taking off your gloves, you graze your hands over Himeko’s exposed leg, slipping under the slit of her dress and cupping her clothed pussy. She giggles, whispering in your ear. “Daring today, are we?” “I want... I want to make you feel good, Himeko. Can I?” Oh, you’re just too cute to handle! Where did that clumsy girl go? Either way, Himeko lifts herself off the seat just a bit, swaying her hips as she pulls down her shorts and underwear.

You wet your fingers before doing anything, licking them up and down before shyly ghosting your fingers over Himeko’s clit. She sighs, running her hand through your hair as you palm at her sex, teasing her lips and gradually building up the courage to dip a finger inside. Himeko softly moans in your ear as you wriggle your finger around, pulsing around the digit while praising you. You eventually dip another finger inside, receiving contented sigh from Himeko.

Keeping a delicate balance of speed and quiet was not an easy feat to achieve, but you managed to make it work. You bury your face in Himeko’s chest, kissing the valley between her breasts while kneading her nipple through the cloth. Himeko places a hand to her mouth in an attempt to stifle her moans. “The opera’s... mmmh~ Ending soon... Better make it quick, honey.” You heed her words, angling your fingers to the sensitive spot in her walls. Himeko leans back into her seat as she cums, squeezing your fingers as they piston in and out, fucking her through her orgasm.

When the two of you get cleaned up, Himeko rewards you by fucking you senseless with a brand new, shiny strap-on she got just for you. You babble and keen as you feel the toy reach the deepest parts of your cunt, clawing at the sheets as you push your hips up against Himeko’s. She lightly pats your ass, pushing your back in a sinful arch. The position has you cumming quick, gushing around the dildo and creating a white ring at the base. However, it wasn’t over just yet, as Himeko grabs your leg and settles it over her shoulder. You’re pretty sure the neighbors would have filled a noise complaint from how loud you were screaming from the pleasure.

Even though she couldn’t bring you with her on the Express, Himeko still makes time for you whenever they stop by. She loves her adorable, silly girlfriend so much!

Jingliu

First off: How the FUCK did you survive meeting such a dangerous woman? No seriously, just... how? You should have died by her sword the second you made contact with her, but you’re still alive? Not even Jingliu herself understands why she hasn’t killed you yet- Whenever she raises her blade to deliver a killing blow, something within her falters. Hanging around with a mara-struck is dangerous, you know? So why do you still accompany her?

Maybe it’s because you’re still quite young. You’re a few centuries younger than her, pursuing someone who reached reached her 1000s at the least. Shouldn’t you be going after people your age? And the fact you can barely fight with any weapon annoys her a lot. If you’re going to be clinging to her like some lost puppy, she should at least discipline you to hold a sword.

So that’s exactly what she does, demanding that you bring a sword before meeting with her, or not bother seeing her if you fail. Thankfully, your grandfather’s sword is still in good condition, hopefully enough to survive Jingliu’s training... Okay maybe you overestimated your sword, since it sustained damage after the first session. But you weren’t about to give up. So when you come back, you had managed to find a craftsman willing to refine your sword.

Subsequent meetings with Jingliu devolved into training sessions, where she would bring your body to its lowest point and push you to your limits. She will admit, she was a bit fascinated by your ability to bounce back from your injuries like it was nothing. Perhaps you were touched by the Abundance? The thought of the Plagues Author extending THEIR filthy touch to you makes her blood boil.

At the end of one particularly intense session, Jingliu has you pinned down with the blade of her sword pinned to your neck. Instead of the normal fear, you just looked at her with such love-filled eyes, as if she wasn’t about to slay you right then and there. Jingliu’s icy breath hits your face as she stabs her sword to the ground, as she ravenously captures your lips, shoving her tongue inside as you squeal. She tears off your clothes, revealing a canvas for her to ruin.

The feeling of a cold tongue invading your cunt was definitely something new. Jingliu keeps your thighs apart, her cool touch making you shiver from the contact. Her crimson eyes stare up at you as she nibbles on your clit, making you whine from embarrassment. Jingliu closes her eyes as she continues sucking your bud. A string of saliva connecting her mouth to her pussy is visible when she releases her hold on you. “Keep your legs apart for me, pet.”

You immediately do so, using your hands to keep yourself spread wide open for Jingliu to ravage. She pulls you upward by your hips, sitting on her legs as she licks her lips. You mewl, wiggling your hips to try further entice her. This earns you a sharp bite to your thighs. “Naughty thing. Remember your place.” That’s all she said before she dove her face in your pussy, while her hands sneaked down to play with your tits, causing you to cry out from the icy sensation. You rut against her face, which makes Jingliu groan in approval, smearing your juices all over her.

In combination with your clit being abused and your nipples being roughly tugged, you came quick, squirting all over Jingliu. Of course, it wasn’t the end of it, as she tugs off her dress. You suddenly feel yourself being horny all over again when Jingliu’s pussy kisses against yours, whining from the sensitivity. Jingliu sighs as she perfectly slots between your legs, rutting against your pussy, fluids mixing in a puddle beneath your sinful dance. She plays with her tits as you babble about how good it feels. “You’re mine, you got that?” She growls, feeling her release building. “I’ll carve myself into your body so you’ll always remember who owns you.” Jingliu moans as she cums against you, pushing down into you to the point your delirious mind hopes you’ve melded as one.

You can never go back to your boring job in the Divination Commission after that. For until you become mara-struck as well, you become Jingliu’s personal pet. Hooray?

[adropofelixir]

ｓｏｆｔ ｃｏｎｆｅｓｓｉｏｎ - ｗａｎｄａ ｍａｘｉｍｏｆｆ

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨): wanda maximoff x fem! reader

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: when sexuality starts to become something in the forefront of your mind, you can’t help but start to shut everyone out. nobody knows what’s going on with you, but a specific telekinetic woman finds the perfect way to get you to open up to her.

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: internalized homophobia, avengers compound/civil war! era, hallway crush vibes, reader not really knowing wanda all that well at first, wlw!au, wanda being perfect, i think that’s it?

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: nice to meet you, i’m lea! since this is my first fic it won’t be perfect, but i’ll get better as time goes on! this is super fluffy… and gay. i hope you all enjoy, happy (ending) pride month!!

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everything about you recently had felt off. nothing was right. waking up felt like you were out of place, your insomnia was out of the roof, you were only eating your safe foods for the past few weeks. all the avengers could tell there was something bothering you.

tony had tried first. saying some words along the lines of, “cmon, kid. you can talk to me — you won’t be shut out.” although his attempt was nice, and oddly caring for the stark man, you didn’t budge. thor and bucky hadn’t really been the best at speaking to girls your age, so they didn’t really attempt much.

next was peter and natasha, they had teamed up to see if they could get you to crack. the two had purchased a large pizza and your favorite sweets in an attempt to see how much they could get out of you; long story short, it didn’t work. you just took the food, thanked them for going out of their way for you, and excused yourself to bed for the night.

cap was last to try. he had been the one person who seemed to get through to you every single time you were acting weird. this time however, he had never seen you so puzzled. after trying for about an hour of poking and prodding to get even an inch of what was on your mind to come to your surface, you practically pushed him out of the room asking for peace and quiet.

ever since you turned 18, everything about love had been on your mind. there was no doubting that you were envious of your friends that were in healthy, happy relationships. hell, some of the people you went to high school with were getting engaged already. however, every single post that you happened to scroll past on social media, you couldn’t help but feel yourself cringe a little bit.

seeing your friends happy, and other happy, made your heart flutter. that was no secret, but when you stared at the pairs of man and wife, or girlfriend and boyfriend, your heart banged with confusion as to why it didn’t feel right to you. that was, until you went on a coffee run.

walking into the small coffee shop that had become your recent hyperfixation, you noticed two women in the corner. there was something different about this pair. they were closer than just friends seemed to be, they were holding hands, the shorter blonde leaning her head against the taller ginger. you were captivated by them, they were fucking 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮. then, as if the universe was watching you searching for answers, the two girls’ lips connected.

your heart fluttered and your eyes suddenly went a bit wide with awe. everything about the image in front of you felt so right. it was everything that you had been craving, all of the confusion about seeing the straight couples had fizzled away from your mind. it all made fucking sense. you liked women, there was no denying that, but how would you be accepted knowing everyone around you was always asking when you were going to get a boyfriend?

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ever since that trip to the coffee shop and seeing the lesbian couple, your mind had been running circles every second of every minute. you had tried your best to avoid everyone, being conflicted with yourself and wondering if it was just a phase or if you could change your feelings for something so trivial.

it was 1am, and you hadn’t gotten an inch of sleep. you were laying on your bed with your phone in your hand, scrolling on google at photos of lesbian relationships. there was a knock at your door, suddenly jolting you away from your obvious daze. shutting off your phone, you got off your bed and cracked the door open to see who could possibly need you at this time of night.

staring back at you was the quiet sokovian, with her brows slightly taut with worry. “wanda?” you had spoken, your voice a little broken from not speaking much the past few days. you cleared your throat as she offered you a small smile. her accent slipping through her pink lips as she spoke, “i wanted to check on you. i-i know we don’t know each other hardly at all but, you’ve seemed like you need some company.”

her voice was softer than you’d ever heard it. you tilted your head as you studied her for a few moments, debating on whether you should allow her to try and pick your brain, assuming that she’s going to be talking to a wall like the rest have. noticing you’ve been taking a while, you open the door just enough and step aside for her body to fit through before shutting the door once again.

“i know talking about your life isn’t easy, so i won’t push,” she starts off as she takes in your room, before gesturing to the trinkets you’ve made and the fully finished rubix cube that sits on your bedside table. “these are cool, did you make them all?” you looked over at them and hummed softly before nodding your head in agreement. “yeah, yeah i did.”

she hums as she spares you a slightly bigger smile than she had outside your door just minutes prior. “did one of them… tell you to come talk to me?” you couldn’t help but ask, you were mutual with each avenger but there were a handful of them that didn’t spare you more than small talk if you happened to run into each other.

her brows furrow slightly before she meets your eyes. “no, not at all. i’ve actually been worried about you myself. a very bright soul that’s comfortable around everyone in this building suddenly became a bit too quiet. i wanted to make sure you didn’t need help with something.” her words were swirling in your ears as she spoke them, her voice taking over you as if it was made of vanilla.

you contemplated for another moment, feeling a weight heavy on your chest as you thought about everything that you had been feeling the past few weeks. letting out a sigh, you took a seat on your messy bed. “i guess, there is… something, that’s been on my mind lately.”

wanda nodded as she took in your posture, before deciding to take a seat next to you on your bed while also keeping enough space for you to not feel suffocated by her presence. you didn’t know why she was the one you had chosen to share your problems with, you barely know the girl. but something about her made you feel like you could trust her with this information.

she eyed you curiously as you struggled to find the words, eventually giving up and deciding just to speak from your mind. “i’ve been having…. feelings lately. they’re different than normal feelings, you could say. all of my friends are, getting married and in really healthy relationships, which is great for them but, that’s not my issue..” you trailed off as you started to get nervous knowing you were just about to come out for the first time.

wanda placed her hand over yours softly, reminding you that she’s listening and that it’s okay. your heart did a somersault at the feeling of her skin against yours, and your stomach erupted in butterflies. all be damned, you realized why you had started feeling this way. what made you question in the first place.

you stared at her for a moment before you started again, “i went down to the coffee shop at the end of the street that i really like, and there was this couple. they were gay, two girls, and they were addicting to look at. i never felt happy staring at a couple until that moment and i…. i think it’s because i’m lesbian.” you looked down, not knowing what sort of reaction to prepare for.

she squeezed your hand softly, a small smile forming on her lips as she chuckled. “that’s okay, i’m gay too. i like girls just like you do, and i didn’t understand why i couldn’t be in love with vision like he is with me, until you came around.” your eyes blew wide at her statement before staring at her once again.

“me? why me?” you were confused. you weren’t anything special, at least not that you knew of. she smiled even wider. “from the second i saw you i was attracted to you. your energy felt good, every time i was near you i could feel you in my veins and it was like magic. not to mention, you’re pretty hot too.” you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

you bit your lip nervously as you contemplated before thinking to yourself, fuck it. “i started questioning because of you too.” you squeezed her hand back this time and smiled softly at her, both of your voices were only audible to each other. her smile spread even wider as she looked at you.

“it’s okay to feel this way. it’s not out of ordinary either, so don’t say you’re not normal. don’t worry about everyone else either, if you don’t wanna tell them, it’s none of their business. this stays between you and i, okay?” she tilted her head at you as you processed the delicate reassurance.

you let out a breath of relief. “t-thank you, wanda. it means a lot that you let me talk to you.” she scrunches her nose before quietly speaking again, “you’re welcome.” she delivered a kiss to your cheek, which prompted yours to turn pink.

she got up from your bed beside you and walked towards your door, looking at you one last time for the night. “see you in the morning, y/n.” she smiled at you and departed your room, leaving you to your own feelings. you touched your cheek and could feel all kinds of adrenaline rush through your veins. what was she doing to you?

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𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚: thank you all for reading! i was just blotting words on the screen at 3 am but i hope it was a least a little enjoyable. as i get back into writing again i’ll have better ideas, but i thought this was a decent start. i love you all! <3

[milessluvr]

LAST PART OF SAKURA CHILDHOOD HEADCANONS!

pairings?!, ; Sakura haruno x fem reader.

warnings (not rlly.)?!; reader is female and uses she/her pronouns wlw

note; happy pride month yall my bad for not updating I have Been on my second account and just been lazy 😭🙏🏾

AFTER THE WAR you nd’ sakura decided to get a house together nd’ get married

SAKURA got 2 cats you got a fluffy dog (enter your name of the dog nd cat.)

YOU ND SAKURA y’all both go to spots when y’all was kids nd eat bentos there remembering the memories you had as a kid

“Hey y/n do you remember this blossom tree? The first time you met me.” Sakura said looking at the tree remembering.

SAKURA puts on tv shows that remind you of the shows y’all watched as kids all the way to teen hood.

YOU ND SAKURA digs into the attic finding old toys dresses shoes hats makeup you tease her about it.

SAKURA thinks about marrying to you one day maybe her wish comes true

SAKURA finally decides she’s going to marry you after being there for her at all times, even her tough times YOU was there to support her

“Y/n we been friends since childhood and.. we have our ups and downs but I love you very much and I want to spend my last days with you.. will you marry me?”

MARRIAGE comes by sakura with her white dress pulled up pinkhair dangling down her back her green eyes glowing with happiness love is in the air

AFTER MARRIAGE honeymoon comes up sakura nd’ you goes to a private beach and y’all kinda got freaky 🤭

PREGNANCY pregnancy was really hard for sakura (or you.) hormones morning sickness weird taste buds but y’all made it through.

AFTER PREGNANCY sakura had two twins haruko (I can’t come up with a name..) nd’ c/n haves y/n sweet personality haruko haves sakura personality like but.. maybe they will have a another sibling.. who knows?

I been drooling over Miguel O’Hara for a minute now but can we talk about PENY PARKERS BACKSTORY? 😭🙏🏾

[daisybeewrites]

Sneaking Out

word count: 2.8k

warnings: alcohol consumption, a lil making out but nothing heavy

requested? nope

ship: R x daisy johnson

bitchhhhh… you have no idea how excited i am for yall to read this. its my first x reader, and we all know im in love with daisy so it seemed appropriate. will def be doing more of these in the future, either with AoS or other fandoms. this was written in celebration of me cutting my own bangs last week and succeeding.

p.s. i love this gif

Daisy stared across the common area at you, beer in hand and highlighted locks falling into her face. She ignored Mack staring at her.

“Something on your mind, Tremors?”

More like someone. You were dazzling, dressed simply in a pair of leggings and a soft lavender sweatshirt. She should know, it was hers before you stole it out of her closet. It had been almost a year since she'd seen you, and with the whole Sarge/Coulson thing she hadn’t had much of a chance to catch up. You were standing, leaning against the back of a worn couch and talking to Piper and Davis. Daisy’s eyes lingered on your lips as you slowly took a sip of your beverage of choice. Probably wine, Daisy thought, judging by the cute flush in your cheeks and your relaxed posture. You and Daisy used to have wine nights all the time…

Tonight was supposed to be happy. Daisy didn’t want to think about the sad crap that happened two years ago. Not the dystopian Lighthouse and their return to the present, not Ghostrider’s ominous warning, not Coulson and alternate timelines. It was giving her a headache.

She shifted her attention to you. You and Piper stifled laughs as the short-haired woman ruffled Davis’s hair and pulled his hat over his eyes, his head leaning back against and mouth open in a snore. You seemed to glow as you tilted your head back towards the light. Daisy guessed a promotion could do that to you. She had heard from Mack when they got back, it was part of the reason she hadn’t had much time with you. You were always either training the new agents or flying a quinjet with May. Daisy had never doubted that you would become a high-level agent, your piloting skills and aim with a rifle practically guaranteed it. She smiled a bit, taking stock of all the changes a year could make.

You drew every eye at the party with your loud, songlike laugh and warm smile. You commanded every agent’s respect while on missions, the new recruits looking up to you. You gave a helping hand to anyone that needed it, earning you a friendship with everyone on base. That part hadn’t changed.

You had a new scar peeking out of the top of your sweatshirt, trailing along your collarbone and disappearing over your shoulder. She would have to ask about that one. She’d missed trading scar stories with you while in space. You seemed to hold yourself straighter, giving you the appearance of growing a couple inches. Your hair was darker, she supposed you had stopped highlighting it. It looked good, it complimented your eyes. One other thing was different about your hair…

You had cut a wispy fringe around your face, accenting your cheekbones and creating soft layers that cascaded down past your jaw. Daisy never thought bangs would be on the list of things she found attractive, but, here she was, shamelessly studying your every move.

Mack drew Daisy from her thoughts with a chuckle and clinked his beer bottle with hers, muttering something that sounded like, “Fools in love...”

Daisy blushed, taking a deep breath to calm her heartbeat. “I’m going to go talk to her,” She stated simply, making a beeline to you as you went to refill your cup.

This was the first time you hadn’t been facing slightly away from Daisy all night, and she could see your face more clearly now. You looked a bit tired, but still as radiant as always. Daisy grabbed another beer and knocked your shoulder with her own.

“It's been awhile, Y/L/N.”

You turned to face her. “So it has,” You grinned.

Daisy’s eyes flicked to your hair, the fringe that fell over your eyebrows and framed your face. Her eyebrows rose, returning your grin. She had seen the bangs before, but they looked even better up close. Damn, she thought, just when she thought you couldn't look any more beautiful.

“That’s new.”

“So it is.”

“Did you cut it yourself?”

You nodded, explaining, “Just after you left, actually.”

Daisy bit the inside of her lip. You both had the tendency to change your hair when under immense stress. “It suits you.”

You stared into the tall girl’s chocolate eyes for a moment before reaching up and twisting a lock of violent indigo-purple around your finger. You could hear her breath hitch.

“This is new, too. Very haute couture. I don't suppose you were featured on the cover of Intergalactic Vogue?”

Daisy giggled a bit at your joke. It wasn’t really that funny, but the two of you went stupid around each other. “No, I wasn’t. This very attractive face was featured on the cover of several issues of Milky Way Wanted Weekly, though.”

You nodded, throwing your head back a bit and laughing freely. You could picture it now, Daisy and the rest of the Fitz Retrieval Squad’s faces plastered onto the side of a grubby bar on some planet a lightyear away...she was lucky she was so powerful. No one would dare turn in Quake, the Interplanetary Outlaw, even if they recognised her from the posters. You couldn't fathom how someone wouldn’t recognise her, you definitely would not forget that face.

You scanned the room over Daisy's shoulder. Everyone was so calm, relaxed. It was bizarre. What was even more bizarre was that everyone was here together. No one was off selling stolen SHIELD tech or zooming around the galaxy or chasing anomalies. Well, except Jemma, but you didn’t blame her for her absence.

“This is nice,” You commented. Daisy agreed, bobbing her head up and down. It was then that you realized you were still playing with her hair. You quickly dropped your hand, letting the vibrant lock fall back onto her leather jacket. You stared at your boots to compose yourself.

“We haven’t had much time just to ourselves since I got back,” Daisy observed.

You looked around the room, smiling softly at the laughing faces around you. You had an idea. “Well,” You began, “No one is asking us to go off anywhere right now…”

Daisy nodded, catching on. “Very true...It’s a shame that we don’t have an excuse to leave...It's a bit too loud in here to talk, but I wouldn’t want to ditch a perfectly good party.”

You smirked, looking down at your fingers as they lightly brushed the tanned skin of Daisy’s wrist. “Exactly what I was thinking, Dais.” You paused for a moment, innocently stepping closer to her. “Do you want to go for a walk? It’s kind of stuffy in here.”

You looked up, heart beat speeding at the mischievous grin on Daisy’s face. You knew that grin.

“It is, isn’t it? A bit too crowded for me…” Daisy began backing away towards the door, hoping you would give chase. You did, and the two of you slipped out quietly.

Mack shook his head. Even a year apart couldn’t change things between his favourite couple.

After wandering the Lighthouse for a while, you led Daisy to the middle of a hallway on an unused floor. She was thoroughly confused until you began tapping lightly at the concrete, listening for something.

Knock, knock, knock…

A new, hollower sound echoed as you smirked. You pried open the invisible panel and keyed in a code. Daisy could feel the wall shifting before a hiss reminiscent of air brakes signalled that a door had been unlocked. You pushed hard on the wall, it gave way.

“Ya coming, Dais?” You beckoned, opening your arms to the passage and walking in, facing her.

She shook her head at your antics, quickly moving to follow. Dim fluorescent lighting lit the passage as the hidden doorway closed behind you. The four walls seemed to be made entirely of concrete, cracks and moss growing in the corners. For a few minutes, the two of you walked quietly, the hum of the lights and two pairs of footsteps echoing around you. Daisy felt her palms start to sweat. May may have taught her how to control her nerves, but controlling her nerves around you was damn near impossible.

You were just as bad, honestly. You were fidgety, hands tapping a dance on your thigh as you walked. You reached out to grab Daisy’s hand. The slight blush on her cheeks made you feel less self-conscious about feeling awkward. It was normal to be a bit shaky after not seeing your girlfriend for over a year, right?

To be fair, there wasn’t anything normal about your situation. You had gotten together just before Coulson died. You and Daisy had grieved together, the loss hitting her like a runaway train. Eventually, when it came time to go find Fitz, she was the first to volunteer. You didn’t have the skills to qualify for such a high-risk mission, so you stayed. Director Mack didn’t think that a highly skilled gun woman would be much help against aliens and since Davis had already volunteered as pilot, there weren’t any open spots. Daisy was partially relieved that you didn't fight to go, it made leaving you behind a bit easier. Knowing you would be (relatively) safe at home with Mack and May was what got her through those first few rocky months.

You squeezed your girlfriend’s hand, alerting her that you were at the end of the tunnel. A steep metal staircase rose up past the ceiling, a large door punctuating the almost vertical corridor. She was extremely curious about what might wait above the two of you, though she had an inkling based on the deep, undulating rumble that was coming her right. You brushed your bangs out of your eyes before nodding to the ladder.

“Follow me.”

Daisy would follow you anywhere.

She waited until you were a few feet above her head before grasping the chilled rungs and beginning to climb. She watched as you turned a lock, opening the heavy metal slab to allow fresh night air into the small chute. The rumble became louder, no longer muffled by the concrete surrounding Daisy. She poked her head out as you took a few steps away from the door, sand and pebbles squishing under your feet. Daisy stepped up onto the top step and ducked through the door, which was set into the bottom of a nearly vertical cliff facing Lake Ontario. She quickly took in the surroundings, doing a double-take every couple seconds. It was beautiful.

A dense forest of coniferous trees towered high above your heads, the stars blanketing the sky like tiny, far-away windows to a universe of light. Large boulders sat to either side of the door, you were already crawling over them and taking your boots off as you went. The door closed behind Daisy with a soft clang, looking over her shoulder she discovered that it was very effectively hidden with moss and dirt and plant roots.

She looked out over the water, the slow waves and glassy surface helping her ground herself. It felt like old times, before they had lost Coulson and after everyone had calmed down from their field trip to 2091. Jemma and Fitz were newlyweds and everyone was finding some calm. She recalled the times she had snuck out with you to go into town and steal liquor from the ABC store, drinking it and talking all night at the top of the tall white tower that served as the namesake of the SHIELD base.

She wandered over the rocks to you, watching for slippery patches. She took her leather jacket off and lay it down on the rock, providing a slight cushion. She leaned back on her elbows and looked up at the sky.

You were breathing deeply next to her, your eyes focused on the moon and water. You chanced a glance over at her, marveling at the way the stars reflected clearly off of her dark irises, creating two microcosms in her eyes. Daisy’s mask was down, her usually guarded features relaxed and neutral. Crickets played a symphony for you to enjoy, the occasional hoot of an owl or plop of a frog jumping into the water adding a sort of percussion to the insect’s strings.

“You know,” Daisy began quietly, “When I was in space, I got so sick of seeing the stars. They weren’t familiar, and they were everywhere, all the time. There was no moon or sun or way to keep track of time without a clock. Sometimes I would avoid the cockpit just so that I didn’t have to see space.”

You laid down beside her, turning your head to face her. “I understand that. Sometimes I walk through the halls of the Lighthouse, so tired of the concrete and metal that it makes me nauseous.”

Daisy and you chorused a light laugh, turning back to face the stars. You reached over to where her hand lay on the rock, intertwining your fingers. Her hands were warm and calloused from years of fighting. You didn’t think of time at all, preferring to lay there with Daisy in the moment.

A slight breeze picked up off the water, ruffling your bangs. They tickled your eyes.

You sat up quickly and shook her head, ruffling them out of your face. Daisy didn’t let go of your hand. “Bangs bothering you, babe?”

You shook your head, ruffling them some more. “I know I look amazing with them, but honestly, they are so annoying sometimes.”

Daisy turned to face you properly, reaching her free hand up and lightly brushing the short hairs towards your temples. You shivered as her fingers brushed your forehead.

“Daisy?” You hummed.

She responded with a deep stare, licking her lips. Your eyes flickered down and the edges of her pout quirked up into a smirk.

“You haven’t kissed me yet.”

She leaned in closer, nose brushing against yours. Your pulse sped up, pumping you with a burst of adrenaline. Your hand shook slightly as you laid it on her thigh.

“I did. When we first got back, you were out on a mission, flying. I was waiting for you in the garage, remember?”

You shook your head, letting out a sharp puff of air and smiling. You continued, “Not what I meant, Dais. That was a peck, we were both in a hurry. I barely had time to look at you, let alone get a proper kiss.”

Daisy’s eyes wandered over your face, moving her mouth closer to your ear. She whispered huskily, “A proper kiss?”

You fought not to grab her face and smash your lips onto hers as she brushed her lips feather-light across your cheekbone. “Like that?” She breathed. You shook your head minutely.

“No.”

Daisy moved her lips to your jaw, pressing chaste kisses from one side to the other. She repeated her question, “Like this?”

You smiled, as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you loved Daisy’s teasing. You ran a hand up and down her arm, swirling patterns over her tricep.

“Not exactly.”

Daisy’s eyebrows furrowed in mock confusion, leaning in. Finally. Your eyes fluttered shut, taking a slow inhale through your nose. At the last second, Daisy veered a centimeter to the right, her lips finding the corner of your mouth. She pulled away, both of you breathless.

“Like that?” She grinned.

You eyed her up and down, one eyebrow raised. No, like this, you thought as you slid the hand on her arm up to her neck and pulled the other one from her grasp to thread through her hair. You leaned forward, almost onto your knees as your lips collided with Daisy's.

Your slightly chapped lips felt like heaven against Daisy’s soft lips, and apparently she agreed, as she quickly grabbed your hips and pulled you into her lap, your chest pressing against hers. You stroked her jaw and broke the kiss, moving your lips down her neck. You gently nipped at the skin of her collarbone, making Daisy yelp quietly before you silenced her with another searing kiss. She reached a hand up to the back of your head, her pointer finger resting at the base of your skull and her thumb rubbing small circles into the sensitive spot behind your ear.

You hummed as Daisy sprinkled wet kisses across your throat, dipping her head to kiss the scar you acquired on a mission gone awry. Daisy raised her head up again, resting her forehead against yours. You were grinning like an idiot.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, where’d you get that scar?”

You spent the rest of the night trading stories from the year past, releasing all the tension from not seeing each other for a year. There were many kisses, whispers of “I love you” and “I’m glad you’re back”, and loud laughs that reverberated off the rocks and water, into the starry sky.

When you got back to the base, everyone else was asleep. You gave Daisy a last goodnight peck before heading off to bed, smile almost splitting your face. You silently vowed to make sneaking out with Daisy a regular date.

[littlenymphie]

♡o. 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 .o♡

. ˚♡ ⋆｡˚ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞 ˚ ｡⋆ ♡˚ .

♡ pairing. zendaya coleman x f. reader

♡︎ summary. your best friend zendaya takes you out on a special but “strictly platonic” date for your birthday.

♡ drabble. 668 wc || fluff || 2nd pov

♡ warnings. sfw. wlw. amateur poetry. briefly implied homophobia. very sappy sapphics. REPOST.

♡︎ author’s note. happy pride month, my lovelies!!! i wrote this fic a long time ago during my peak of simping for zendaya. i think i posted it around 2017 on my now deactivated account, which is why added that warning to be safe. anyways, enjoy this little fluffy ficlet!!!

♡ psa. 1) i do not authorize this work to be reposted, republished, or plagiarized. if you see this work on another platform under a different handle than mine, please contact me. 2) i do not authorize any minor to interact with this post. my blog is inherently nsfw, thus no minor is welcomed even on sfw posts.

The stars blink through the dark clouds like specks of light amongst a blanket of darkness. The sight soothes you, or more accurately, her arms wrapped around you do.

She lies next to you, inches away. Her breath is hot on your neck as she pulls you closer. You feel her fingers tracing patterns on your bare arm. Your breath hitches.

“Z?”

“Hmm?”

You look up at her, placing your chin on her shoulder. Your eyes flicker to her lips but are quick to meet her gaze. “Why did you bring me here?”

“It’s your birthday present, doofus.” She rolls her eyes.

“But you already gave me a present,” you say. It is a book of poems you were dying to have, also practically impossible to find, but she has found it. And even that isn’t enough. She wrote little poems herself in each blank page, making your heart flutter with each word.

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒚𝒔, // 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚.

“Do you like it?” she whispers, biting her lip.

“Zendaya…” You sigh, eyes scanning her face, taking in every detail of her beauty, her lips, her brown eyes, her long lashes, and her blush, everything… Your voice lowers to barely a whisper, yet your proximity to her lets her hear you loud and clear. “I absolutely loved it. Every bit of it. Your poems were better…”

She giggled. “For a second I was scared that you’d think I was ruining the book by writing on it.”

You inched closer. Both of your lips are millimeters apart. “They made it better.”

𝑶𝒖𝒓 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 // 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒆.

“Y/N…The meteor shower, that you’ve been dying to see, is about to start.” Zendaya frowned a bit when she saw how your gaze did not leave hers.

“I’m dying to do something else.”

𝑩𝒖𝒕, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆, // 𝑨𝒔 𝒂 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆

Her lips crash onto yours.

She cups your face delicately. Her mouth moves slowly and gently against yours, eliciting small moans from you. Your hands roam her figure, clutching her hips and pulling her as close as she can be. Breaths mix and hearts beat fast and skins burn. A shudder runs through your spine as her finges card through your hair and pull. Each touch leaves you either shuddering or burning and either way it’s heavenly. Her body pressed against yours. Heavenly. There’s no need to regard the meteor shower shining in the sky as you can feel it fly under your skin and make your stomach churn. 

You break apart to catch a breath. 

Zendaya’s eyes regard you intently. 

“Be my girlfriend.” It is a plea that rolls of her lips in depseration. Her glazed eyes are scanning you, scrutinizing your reaction, which is plain shock and a large grin.

But your grin morphs into a frown. You crawl off from her, starring at the stars. The meteors are long gone.

“Z…” It is a sigh that plants hooks into your skin and pulls out the worries that are buried underneath. She knows. What about your parents? What about her fans? Her job? All of that fuels the fear that has hold both of you back for so, so long.

𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 // 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔

“Y/N…” Her voice trembles softly. “We can deal with it.”

You look at her.

The world stills in silence. Expectant.

Her eyes, pleading and loving, bore into your mind. The stare sears itself into your memories. You wonder whether it would be the same one you would meet once you reach the end of the aisle. 

“Okay.”

Her lips crack a grin, and she’s laughing, and you’re giggling. Sloppy and haste kisses are exchanged. And it’s all you want. It’s all you need.

𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓, // 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐, 𝒔𝒐 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓?

[squeezetheduck]

Pride Month Multi-fandom Rec list

Happy Pride month yall! As someone who is asexual I know we don’t get a lot of representation in the public media BUT we do sometimes get some really good representation in fan fiction. So, for Pride month I wanted to share some of my favorite fan fics from multiple fandoms that feature some really good representation of multiple different queer identities. As I am ace, there is probably more ace recs than anything else, but I have tried to include some other identities as well. So without further ado, I present to you a multi-fandom rec list that nobody asked for:

The closing walls and the ticking clocks by @i-will-not-be-caged . 5k words (mcu: samstevebucky, ace Sam Wilson)

Ok so Sam Wilson is one of my favorite mcu characters and I am soo happy that he finally got his own show with Bucky but this is a fic from before tfatws featuring an ace Sam Wilson and his two supportive boyfriends: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. This fic is beautifully written and I highly recommend it for anyone looking for a fic full of all those ace feels.

Dear Granger, Love Pansy by onlykatelyn. 6k words (hp: Pansimone, wlw)

I don’t tend to read a lot of wlw fics but this one is soo cute and angsty. It features a pining!Pansy who writes a series of heartfelt letters to Hermione and has Drarry and Blaron in the background. Its overall a super enjoyable read and even won a Drarry award in 2018!

when i’m set alight by @killproof. 6k words (atla: Zukka, trans-gay Zuko & bi Sokka)

This a cute little Zukka fic from Sokka’s perspective that basically follows the plot of the the second half of book 3 and shows Sokka falling for Zuko. It’s fluffy and adorable and features a trans Zuko but like it’s done really subtly and really well I think (also Aang and Toph are trans as well I believe).

(hope that i’m able to be) all that you need by @zukosadragon-ace. 10k words (atla: Zukka, ace Zuko & aro Toph)

Ok so I am in love with the idea of Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender being ace and this is one of my all time favorite ace Zuko fics. It is sooo soft and features an aromatic Toph Beifong and Sokka being the supportive partner that every ace hopes to find, and anyway its heartbreaking and adorable.

Such Things Are Possible by convenientalias. 13k words (Sense8: Rajalagang, Polyamory)

Ok so If you haven’t seen Sense8 stop what your doing right now and go watch it because it is an amazing scifi show with found family and more representation then you could dream of and this fic basically re-tales the last episode from the perspective of one of the characters in a CANON polyamorous relationship.

The Case of the Missing Cockatiel by gryvon. 14k words (Psych: Shassie, bi/pan/omni characters)

So I don’t think either Shawn or Lassiter’s sexualities are explicitly stated in this fic but Shawn is basically a chaotic bi in canon and defiantly not monosexual and Im pretty sure Lassie is bi/pan/omni in this fic as well. Either way its a great case fic featuring our favorite sassy psychic detectives who somehow managed to get real psychic powers this time. 

I Want You to Love Me (i want you to leave me) by @miniongrin. 20k works (mcu: Pepperony, ace Tony Stark)

I came across the Asexual Tony Stark tag at some point this year and I got a little obsessed because he is such and interesting character to read as ace. this is probably one of my favorite ace Tony fics featuring Tony trying to figure out and come to terms with his identity and a Avenger field trip to a pride parade. TW: Tony as an ace character participates in sex he’s not totally into because of social expectations and pressures that he feels under. 

you belong (to me) by hermionesmydawg . 30k words (mcu: Stucky, gay Buck & bisexual Steve)

So first off this is a NSFW BDSM fic so if that’s not your thing be warned. If you are cool with that though this is one of my favorite Stucky fics featuring a BAMF Natasha Romanov, a supportive Sam Wilson, and as the author puts it an “Aggressively bisexual Steve Rogers.” On top of the BDSM, it is mostly a cute friends-to-lovers fic about Steve, Bucky and their friends trying to live their lives after leaving the Avengers.  

Little Compton Street (One Rainy Night in Soho) by @writcraft & @celilasart. 66k words (Harry Potter: Drarry, mlm)

Both Harry and Draco identify as gay in this fic but I love it and wanted to include it in the list because the fic does a fantastic job of exploring queer history in the UK and puts a magic spin on it. It is also just a well written fic featuring loads of other lgbtq+ characters & fluffy romance with a side of smut. 

[incorrectcats]

JELLICLE QUEENS APPRECIATION MONTH

Last round of my beautiful lovely amazing queens let’s GOOOOOOOOO ✊ Okay this has taken SO long, holy molly. @jelliclequeens​ 

June 6th - Griddlebone

What do you love about this queen? She’s SO extra. Literally. Looks like a cotton cloud, sings opera, kicks everyone in the ass. An icon.

What is your favorite version of this queen? Honestly, I’ve only seen like... 2 versions of Griddlebone? She always looks big and fluffy and I love that.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? I’m gonna say Bonnie Simmons because it’s the version I prefer out of the ones on Spotify.

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Good question, because I have no idea. I’ll say... Bombalurina. Because, you know what? These two could rule the world of they wanted to.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? When she goes “bye” and disappeares when the shit hits the fan lol

June 7th - Tantomile

What do you love about this queen? I think by now everyone knows that until a couple of weeks I actually didn’t like her. 1998 Tanto & Cori creeped the fuck out of me BUT I’ve found some super adorable Tantos out there and now I lover her.

What is your favorite version of this queen? I love the classical “rolled ears” style but I must admit that blue-haired Tanto from the Opera Populaire production is beautiful af.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Helen Gulston and Brittany Tooms Peel, they’re AMAZING and I’d die for them.

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Cassomile, it has so much power. Also I’m starting to warm up to Tantoteazer uwu

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? Whenever she does dumb stuff like pulling Tuggers tail (in the Dutch tour, I believe). She’s so cute.

June 8th - Cassandra

What do you love about this queen? EVERYTHING, SHE’S FREAKING AMAZING. She’s so beautiful, captivating, but also caring and lovely and so athletic, she’s just a goddess.

What is your favorite version of this queen? Hmm... I like most of them, I find them pretty similar. Buuut when the ears are rolled back? I love those wigs.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Rebecca Parker from 1998 movie, because I’m basic and I’m in love with her. But also Mette Towley from 2019 movie, she was one of my favourites in the movie!

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Cassomile, but I think that Cassalurina or Cassmeter would slap too.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? When she’s picked by Misto to do the magic trick. She’s super excited, a cutie pie.

June 9th - Victoria

What do you love about this queen? She’s so elegant and beautiful and I just want to be half as fab as her.

What is your favorite version of this queen? I like the versions where she’s mostly white with light brown/pink details, better than the ones with black details.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Phyllida Crowley Smith (1998 movie) and Hannah Kenna Thomas (Vienna 2019)

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Victeazer, of course. My two amazing ladies being amazing together, QUALITY CONTENT.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? The solo; even after watching it a thousand times I still find it fascinating. I love it. The solo and when she finally touches Grizabella. Make me cry, Vic, I deserve it.

June 10th - Rumpleteazer

What do you love about this queen? Okay, shit gets real here. I love EVERYTHING about Rumpleteazer. She has been one of my favourites ever since I saw the musical for the very first time. I love her. She’s funny, cute, super athletic, playful but with a soft side. She’s amazing istg I love Rumple.

What is your favorite version of this queen? All Teazers are good Teazers. (I’m not kidding, I love them all)

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Jo Gibb will always be my number one! However, Naoimh Morgan (both stage and 2019 movie), Shonica Gooden, Rose Iannacone, Anna Carina Buchegger and Georgie Leatherland are amazing too and I love them all.

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Victeazer! Rumple stealing jewels for her fancy girlfriend. That’s all I need.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? Every time she’s on stage is the best moment. Okay, I’ll be more selective: her whole number, her enthusiasm during Skimble’s song, and whenever she’s cute with any other cat. Oh, and during the Jellicle Ball, she’s AMAZING. Underrated dancer. And the “Are you lean like a lynx?” moment.

June 11th - Demeter

What do you love about this queen? Again, she’s one of my favourites so... Everything. She’s so brave and strong and I enjoy every single moment she’s on stage. One of the things I love the most about her is how despite the hardships she’s been through, she still wants to be happy and to enjoy life while she’s young.

What is your favorite version of this queen? London-based designs are my favourites most of the time. I love when her wig has this spiky style. A kind punk, that’s my girl!

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Linda Mae Brewer (Aeva May), Guadalupe Lancho, Erca Jayne Alden and Emanuelle N’Zuzi.

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Demelurina, obviously. Queens of queens. This ship will end us all.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? Her number with Bombalurina. They could kill me. And whenever she reunites with Munkustrap or Bombalurina after Macavity’s attack.

June 12th - Bombalurina

What do you love about this queen? Did I mention... Everything? She’s amazing. I love her confident attitude, how she doesn’t give a shit about anyone or anything. She’s sexy, she knows it, and she’ll do ehatever she wants because she can. However, she’s also caring and loving and is always watching over the younger cats and at the same time has a great relationship with the older queens. She’s an icon.

What is your favorite version of this queen? Oof, all of them. 2017 Asian tour was particularly gorgeous and whenever I see that design I cry for hours.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Rosemarie Ford, Suzie Melloy, Paqui Sánchez Melchior and Nadia Strahan.

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Demelurina!

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? When she shows her protective side. I’d die for her, I’m not lying ;; And her solo moment during the Jellicle Ball, what a moment to be alive.

June 13th - Grizabella

What do you love about this queen? She’s quite a complex character, honestly. I love how prideful she is, and how she always keeps her head up. Go for it, queen!

What is your favorite version of this queen? I like the old school curly hair Griz better than the new version, honestly. Mexico Grizabella is super beautiful too, I love her.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? Elaine Paige, Rosemarie Ford, Mamie Parris, Ana Milva Gomes, Rocío Banquells and María del Sol.

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Maybe a young GrizxJelly could be cute, but I’m still bitter that they didn’t make a canon Fem!DeutxGriz in the 2019 movie.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? Memory. It’s very basic, but honestly, it makes me cry every time. 

June 14th - Exotica

What do you love about this queen? I’m gonna be honest... I never payed much attention to her. Sorry Exotica ;; 

What is your favorite version of this queen? Okay maybe this is weird but... Do you know how she has two costumes in the 1998 movie? I like more the one that appears less lol, the “tabby” suit.

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen? I only know Femi Taylor!

What is your wlw ship with this queen? Hm... ExoticaxCassandra could be interesting.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical? I’ve heard she has a couple of cute moments with Jellylorum at some point, but I don’t remember when ;;

[schrijverr]

Us late at night

A short self-indulgent WLW story to celebrate the start of pride month

On AO3.

Ships: OFC x OFC

Warnings: none, I think, but message me if you want me to tag something and I’ll do it happily!

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It’s late at night, down on the streets below a cabs are still moving and groups of people walk around, talking loudly and happily. Outside our window the city rumbles on, but the sound comes from far away. It does not matter to us. It’s not relevant to here and now, not relevant to our little bubble, our apartment. It’s small, nothing impressive, but it ours.

It’s ours and no one can take that from us.

No one can take the wall of photo’s filled with all our smiles, our coffee cups which are stained after years of use, the indent in the couch from two bodies lying too close, but just close enough, the pink flag hanging on the door, the bed never made, the framed wedding photo by the TV or the bathroom with the big mirror and the two sinks side by side.

It’s ours.

OURS.

The things we own, we fought for. We fought for the right to lay here in each others arms, late at night as the city rumbles on down below. We fought for the people at our wedding as they did for us. When we said I do, it hadn’t been legal a few hours before. We fought for our right to say, this is ours.

So we lay here, my head on her chest and her hand in my hair. We lay here and look at the ceiling as we softly talk about our day.

I tell her about my idiot of a coworker and I can’t help, but smile as I feel her chest move under my head from her giggles. She tells me about her run in with a big fluffy dog that she petted. She moves me around until she is practically cradling me just so that she can show me a picture. We coo at the dog for a moment, then we fall still, content to lie in one another arms and listen to the city.

There’s a pink light from outside that illuminates our bedroom and when I look up, her blue eyes seem purple, like a fairy and I am enchanted by her.

She catches me staring and smiles. I blush, I couldn’t explain why. She smiles at me all the time, she smiles at me after I made a stupid joke, when I’m done in three minutes and pout from the bathroom floor while she tries to concentrate on her make up, when I tell her I love her or just whenever she feels happy. You would think I’d gotten used to her smiles, but no. I blush a deep red like a strawberry in summer.

Like someone in love.

I hope I never stop blushing when she smiles at me and I hope she never stops smiling.

Down below, a car honks and we both startle. We make eye contact and start to laugh. It’s pure and light. Just us in a bubble of laughter. We laugh until we collapse again in a heap of limbs then shuffle around until we’ve organized the limbs back into cuddles again.

She squeezes me tight and whispers that she loves me into my hair. I squeeze her back and softly tell her neck that I love her as well.

We fall asleep in our apartment, late at night, oblivious to the city rumbling on.