#wlw ficlet

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Day 6: our little death

Cho Chang/Parvati Patil, G, 105 @hpshipuary: Cho/Parvati @febuwhump: Secrets revealed @hpsaffics B15: canon compliant Also on AO3

His name slips out in your sleep along with a sob. Whether dream or nightmare I can’t tell; you’d be crying either way. I don’t want to wake you—for you to know I heard—I just pull you closer and hope my embrace drowns him out. In the morning I say nothing, because when I wake up chasing a smell I’ve long forgotten, I choose the strong line of your body for comfort. We both have our box of memories, a key nestled close to our hearts. I say nothing, because I can’t be sure her name never escapes my lips in the half-dark.

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Fictober fill for: "No, anything but that."

Original fiction

Warnings: None

Length: ~100

The mid-hour bell tolled, and something like panic shot down Rose's spine 

"I have to go."

All the brightness, all the burgeoning hope, seemed to gutter out of Cam's eyes as Rose said it. 

"Okay. Okay. Be careful on the road." 

"You should come with me." 

"You know I can't. I was assigned as guard of this house. You should go. Go see the stars, and the sea, and all the things we talked about. But Rose, I'm stuck here." 

"No," she reached out and took Cam's hand, squeezing rough fingers between her own. "Anything but that. I'm coming back for you." 

[ikarakie]

tw / roofies

after corroded coffin goes big, sometime in the mid 90s, they go on tour. mostly in smaller venues and little dive bars, but eddie fucking loves it. drags robin and steve along with him as his 'managers' (see: freeloaders) mainly because he wanted his boyfriend with him and knew he couldn't keep birdie away from him for that prolonged period of time. it would be cruel.

mid-way through the tour, they perform in a bar. eddie likes to mill around after, chat to fans, get a drink, sign things, peacock a little. this time is no different. until robin comes up to him, noticeably alone. he asks where steve is at the same time she does. not fucking good.

they both scour the bar, and eddie's about two seconds away from ripping his hair out when robin grabs his arm and points to a booth in the corner. it's filled with girls, all in battle vests and dark eye makeup, and nestled between two of them on one side is steve. he's slumped over, head rested on the table, pillowed by one of the girl's hoodies. there's an empty glass beside another half empty one, both seemingly water. he rushes over.

they're a bit surprised to see him. when he asks after steve, they regard him with fucking suspicion. he has to show them the polaroid he carries around with him to make them soften. they explain they'd spotted him looking a bit dazed, and called him over. he'd told them he thought someone, somewhere, had slipped something in his drink and he couldn't find his friend, and so they'd squished him between them to keep him safe. eddie feels his heart burst, especially seeing the little corroded coffin pins on all their jackets and bags.

he gently shakes steve awake, presses a kiss to his temple and hands him off to robin, who carefully escorts him to the back exit where their van is parked. thanks the girls, profusely. they try to wave him off but he refuses to leave until he has all their names, has signed at least one thing for each of them and taken a photo with them on their camera.

years and years and years down the line, he still mentions them in interviews. by name. gushes about how they're the original corroded coffin fans, how dearly he loves them, and how if anyone is allowed to gatekeep in his fandom, it's them. every time he sees them at barrier for a concert he fucking lights up and calls them out. they're hailed by fans as minor celebrities, even. only they, steve (who calls them each every holiday and has actually become fucking friends with them) and robin know why they're so close.

[tommystummy]

On their way to a fire, Buck opens his big mouth and says something very stupid. Not an unusual occurrence but this one is unique: “Hey, Hen? Can I ask you a gay people question?”

Hen side-eyes him. “Are you sure now’s the best time?” The engine shakes on its suspension.

Buck blusters forward. “So Tommy and I have been dating a month and a half now.” The mention of Tommy grabs both Chim and Eddie’s attention.

“Wait, really?” Chim asks, Hen’s not sure if he thought it was shorter or longer than that. His memory of time seems to be the worst hit by the encephalitis.

“2 months next Thursday.” Eddie says.

“Y-yeah… that’s right.” Buck raises his eyebrows at Eddie. The rest all stare, Hen included. Those two have always been locked at the hip but knowing each other’s anniversaries seems excessive. Buck seems to agree.

“How do you know that?” She asks.

“Their first date was the same day I asked Marisol to move in with me.”

“When did Marisol move in with you?” Hen and Chimney ask in unison. Last she heard about Marisol she had only just met Chris, moving in seemed a long way off for them. Since when was she living with him?

“She didn’t” Bobby answers, giving his sternest glare to the rear view mirror. Hen knows this means she’s in charge of keeping these fools in check so he can focus on driving.

“Yeah we decided against that. Anyway Buck you were talking about Tommy?” Hen stifles a laugh. There was a story there she was going to have to wring out of Bobby because Eddie’s deflection abilities are legendary.

“Yeah so- um- ho-how long before we can uh…”Hen cocks her head. What exactly is Buck after with Tommy right now, they’re not nearly to the point of I love yous and she doesn’t think Buck would be this nervous about dating advice. “I mean how long did you and Karen wait until you, uh” Oh.

“Had sex?” Hen asks bluntly.

“Whoa, you and Tommy haven’t had sex yet?” Chimney asks, astonished.

“Buck when’s the last time you waited this long with anyone?” Eddie asks with a cocked eyebrow.

“Never? Maybe high school?” That tracks.

“Or Abby.” Chim offers. Buck winces at that. She knows that woman did him dirty, looks like the scar still aches.

“Six minutes to ETA.” Comes from the drivers seat. “5 and a half…” Bobby takes a sharp turn that shakes the whole truck. “5 minutes.”

“So how do I ask him to fuck me.”

A chorus of “BUCK!” rings through the truck. Eddie looks petrified at the idea of his best friends having sex with each other, Chim looks exhausted with his brother-in-law of barely a month and look, Hen would give the world to see this kid happy but sometimes he’s just too stupid for his own good.

“Buck. I think you need to remember Tommy doesn’t have a lot of experience in this area either.”

“He doesn’t?”

“Did you forget he’s only been out as long as you’ve been at the 118?” Hen learned that about Tommy from Buck’s gushing the day after the wedding. She’d also talked to him in a fluorescent lit waiting room after the most gorgeous hospital ceremony she’s ever been a part of, so she’s aware that he’s not used to being with men that want more than just sex from him. “He might think you’re just as nervous as he is.”

“I didn’t know he got nervous.”

Chim huffs at that. “Next time you see him ask him to tell you a story about a rooster.” That makes Hen smile.

“He probably won’t believe you’re ready until you can talk to him about it.”

“I don’t— I-it usually just kind of happens. You get a look, there’s a nod, they look at your lips and lean in…”

“Yeah but that was women who knew what they wanted and what you wanted. Tommy won’t know unless you tell him what you’re ready for.”

“So to get him to fuck me I have to tell him to fuck me?”

“Jesus, Buck. Yes.” Hen laughs. They are, thankfully, finally pulling to site so she doesn’t have to enumerate exactly how he needs to ask. If she did she’d have to explain birds and bees that she is not the best person to explain.

“Come on, kids, let’s save some lives.” Bobby calls as he pulls the parking break.

The fire looks pretty bad, two story house, they’ll have to split up by floor. As they gear up Buck says, privately, off-mic. “Thanks Hen, you’re a good Gay Yoda”

“Do him or do not, there is no try.”

[heartcasebullet]

wednesday was full of surprises. but what shocked enid the most was how wednesday loved.

wednesday loved loudly. boldly. dauntless and unapologetically unafraid. she's give enid a peck on the lips between classes. she's kiss enid's knuckles and hold her hand under the desk, thumb stroking the back of enid's hand as they discuss the anatomy of a snapdragon.

of course she loved daringly. she was wednesday addams. she didn't give a shit about what anyone thought—if anything, she revels at the sight of disgust and the uncomfortable stares shot at her way. she loved the sacrilege of affection, the desecration of all good and holy with a single kiss. she'd confess to a priest of her unabashed escapades to snapshot the moment his mouth started foaming with proclamations of blasphemy. if loving enid meant the heavens would look down upon her with distain, she'd die just to kiss enid in front of the divine audience.

enid starts giggling into wednesday's kiss. "wednesday, people are staring!"

"good. let them stare."

[skribbyposts]

Zosan haircut time!!!!

had to write this after getting the idea from my last post lmao. I love the idea of Sanji being like "ugh you look fucking terrible" and then forcing Zoro to take care of himself. they're so stupid and gay and in love omg. beginning part is mostly Zoro and Nami but that's ok because they're wlw/mlm solidarity always!!!!

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More than anything, Zoro loves sunbathing on the Sunny's deck. Something about the warm light makes him want to melt into the wood. However, Zoro finds it very hard to enjoy the sun when it is boiling outside, and he swears he can hear his sweat sizzle when it meets the wooden flooring.

"We're going through a summer climate, just wait it out." Nami sips on her martini, laid out on a lounge chair and taking cover under an umbrella.

"Easy for you to say, you witch. You stole all the shade." While Nami's basking in the shadow of her parasol, Zoro's sprawled out on deck, sweating his fucking balls off. His whole body is damp, and he's stripped down into just a pair of loose shorts to cool off.

"Go hang out with your boyfriend in the kitchen," She says.

"He's not my boyfriend. I fucking hate you."

"The feeling's mutual, you sweaty loser."

Zoro groans, peeling himself off of the floor to sit up and comb his fingers through his shaggy hair. It's too long to stay out of the way, and it's uncomfortably wet where it sticks to his forehead. Zoro would tie it back, but it's too short for that. In short, he is suffering.

"I'm gonna die from heatstroke because of you," Zoro shakes the excess moisture from his hands.

Nami scoffs. "Stop whining, hop in the sea or something."

Zoro briefly considers this, but decides that's more effort than it's worth and tries to take a nap instead.

Zoro hears someone stroll out of the galley, and cracks his eye open to see Sanji balancing a tray of smoothies in one hand with a beach towel in the other. He's dressed down, an open Hawaiian shirt and blue shorts replacing his usual suit.

"Hello, my darling, Nami-san! I've just prepared smoothies. Would you like one?"

"Yes, Sanji-- thank you so much," She says smugly, while looking directly at Zoro. "You're a saint, You know that?"

He watches the cook hand Nami a drink from the tray, and Sanji's eyes follow her gaze to the floor where he's lying. "Oh my god, marimo. you look like -excuse my language, Nami-san- a fucking caveman."

"What are you talking about?" Zoro would pick a fight, but it's way too hot to bother.

The blonde cringes. "Your hair looks like someone ate it and then spat it back out onto your head."

"Okay, well, fuck you too then!" God, everyone's out for him today. What has Zoro ever done to deserve this?

"Ugh. Stand up, you dunce." Sanji nudges Zoro's head with a sandaled foot. "You need a haircut."

"I can give myself a haircut." Zoro nods in the direction of his swords, trying to move as little as possible.

"Are you insa- no! I'm cutting your hair, properly. Now get up."

"I don't wanna."

"I swear to god," Sanji sighs. "My dearest Nami, do you mind holding this for a bit?"

Nami peers at the two of them through her oversized sunglasses, a knowing smirk on her face as she takes the tray from Sanji's hands. "No problem."

Zoro doesn't have time to get a word in before Sanji reaches for his ear and bodily drags him all the way to the bathroom.

----- "I don't understand how you let it get this bad," The blonde lectures.

Zoro grumbles as he slouches on a stool in front of the bathroom sink, glaring at his own reflection. Sanji was partially right with his comment earlier - Zoro's hair is a damp, scraggly mess on top of his head right now. From where he is, Zoro can see the cook as he lines up all his fancy hair-cutting stuff, whispering insults under his breath. He looks kind of...domestic, out of his suit. It's the one thing Zoro appreciates whenever the Sunny passes through climates like this. "Okay, I'm going to attempt to fix this mess, and you are going to stay still," Sanji asserts as he slides into place behind Zoro. "as in, do not move."

"I know what 'stay still' means."

"Surprising. I thought you only spoke in grunts."

They both fall silent, Sanji draping a towel over Zoro's shoulders and clicking a button on the clippers in his hand. Gentle fingers push Zoro's head forward to access the strands at the nape of his neck. The whirring of the machinery and Sanji's hums every now and then are the only sounds in the cramped bathroom, and Zoro almost falls asleep to the feeling of the blond's hands in his hair.

"Hey." Sanji delivers two sharp taps to the back of Zoro's head. "Stop slouching, you're making it uneven."

"I'm so hot."

"I'm sure you are, you meathead. sit up."

Zoro begrudgingly straightens his back, getting a better view of the cook's freckled face reflected in the mirror. He always gets freckles when it's sunny out. They look like little constellations, scattered across his cheeks like that. Zoro wants to touch them so badly.

A few minutes pass, and Sanji moves to the front of his hair, taking a black comb from the counter to parse through the mess draping over Zoro's forehead. His face is scrunched in concentration, a crease between his eyebrows visible as he snips away with a pair of silver scissors. Zoro just...watches, staring intently into the other man's eyes. He's not sure if he's delirious from the heat, but is the cook's face turning red?

Sanji pauses his ministrations to frown at him. "Stop fucking looking at me. It's creepy."

"Sorry, sir." That earns him a snort and another smack to the side of his head. Zoro closes his eye (reluctantly. very reluctantly).

It feels like forever before Sanji finishes up his hair, ruffling it slightly before commanding Zoro to open his eyes.

The haircut is cropped close to his neck in the back, his overgrown sideburns shaped to follow his hairline. His hair is still a bit long on top, but it doesn't fall over his face.

Zoro's reflection looks better; neat, almost. He actually really likes it.

"It's okay, I guess." Zoro's lying through his teeth. It's fantastic, anything Sanji ever does is fantastic.

Sanji looks at him through the mirror. "Hm. Handsome little marimo." He nods in self-approval before packing up all his stuff, whisking the towel from around Zoro's shoulders to take to the laundry room.

Zoro sits there, bewildered, watching the other man maneuver around the tiny space unbothered- what?

He turns to look at Sanji as the blonde saunters out of the bathroom, definitely already busying himself with something else.

When Zoro turns back to his reflection, he doesn't fight the tiny smile that crosses his face. Sanji thinks he's Handsome.

The smile's gone just as quick as it came, replaced with a scowl as he hears a female voice giggling through the wall to his right.

"Nami, I'm going to murder you."

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Nami was eavesdropping the entire time lmfao.

Nami, to Zoro: wow so handsome!! such a handsome wittle marimo arent you so wittle?? ooga booga doo!!!

Zoro: i am not above killing lesbians. Anyway BRAND NEW HC that Sanji gets freckles when he's in the sun he's such a cutie patootie i love him.

Pre-slash Zosan domesticity fuels my soul <33333

ALSOO!!! opening up asks cuz im running out of ideas :P if you ask me for something I'll probably write it thanks

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Could you write some silly sleep deprived Janis? Either X reader or Rejanis, no preferences 🥰

Sleep? Don’t know her

Janis ‘Imi’ike x Regina George

Warnings: fluff, coarse language

Lack of sleep drives Janis to be a little crazy. But not more than it does Regina.

Regina laid in bed under the covers, looking— no, staring up at the ceiling. The house was quiet, so quiet. But of course it was, it was 2:30 in the morning. Yet, the blonde could not settle down and turn in for the night. Not when her girlfriend was still wide awake and busy with god knows what.

“Janis, get in bed!” Regina groaned.

“I’m not tired.” Her voice travels into the room from where she was in the living area.

“What’re you even doing?”

“Nothing.” Janis laughs, but then there was a clatter.

Huffing, Regina got out of bed and flounced outside to check on the brunette. With a hand on her hip, her eyes went wide when she saw the art supplies sprawled out on the floor. “Oh my god, last I checked you were reading a book!”

“Got bored.”

“Bored?” Regina crouched down but slowly sat on the floor with her, “Maybe because it’s time for you to go to bed—”

Janis quirked a brow, “Go to bed? Nice try, when was the last time you saw me asleep?”

Regina bites back a sigh, exhaling harshly through her nose, “Do you think I wouldn’t remember, Jay? It’s been two days. Why are you just doing everything but getting some rest?”

Janis giggled, “Because I’m not tired~”

“You’re crazy, you know that?”

“Of course I do, Regina.” Janis deadpanned, “When your best friend was the first person to call you a crazy lesbian, it sticks.”

Regina’s face fell. How is her mood changing so quickly? She pursed her lips together, internally panicking and unsure of what to say. “Jay, I’m sorry.”

The other girl was then chuckling. Regina shut her eyes for a second, “Janis. You need to get some sleep.”

“No, I don’t. I can’t fall asleep anyhow.” Janis replied, laying on her stomach on the floor as she carried on sketching, her tongue then darted out in concentration. Regina found that endearing, but she was so worried about how tired Janis actually was, she couldn’t think about how cute she was for longer than that split second. “Baby.” Regina finally sighs.

“I’m fine.” Janis said back in a mumble.

“You need to sleep, babe. It’s been too long since you did.” Regina scooted closer, tilting Janis’ chin by a finger. “Janis, please. Leave the work to tomorrow, let’s go get some sleep.”

“No!” Janis resisted, yelling and Regina saw her eyes get teary. Yet, the brunette doesn’t move away, she just stays in that position, letting Regina hold her chin in her hand.

“Janis, put the pencil down.” Regina told her softly. Janis breathed deeply, letting go of the pencil, letting it roll away on the floor. “I’m sorry.” She mumbled.

“Why—”

“What I said, the crazy lesbian remark. That wasn’t necessary.” Janis chewed on her lower lip.

Regina shook her head, “We’re okay. I get it, you’re tired and stressed and feeling all sorts of things. I know you’re having trouble falling asleep, but I don’t know why. Could you…tell me what’s bothering you so I could help?”

“I don’t know.” Janis pouted, “My mind’s always just racing with all sorts of worries, the future, a bunch of what ifs. It’s so bad if I don’t have something to focus on, like art. If I just lay there in bed, in silence, I’m almost never able to fall asleep.”

“Okay.” Regina nodded, “Come on. I got you.” She helped Janis up, then they returned to their bedroom together. “Whatever’s on your mind, let it out. Tell me. Everything.” Regina sat her down, holding onto her hands, “I don’t care what it is, I don’t care if it doesn’t make sense. Get it out, and we’ll go to sleep.”

That’s what happened, Regina successfully got Janis to open up and get those overwhelming thoughts in her mind. Janis went on and on for a few minutes, and all Regina did was listen and hold her. So she felt safe and seen. “It’s a lot, I’m sorry.”

“We all have our own shit, baby. One day at a time.” Regina rubbed her back soothingly, “You help me, I help you— we’re gonna get there one day, hm?”

Janis nodded, head nuzzled against chest as she feels her eyelids finally start to grow heavy. “Close your eyes.” Regina hums, planting a kiss to the crown of her head, I’m right here. Breathe, focus on nothing but the sound of my heartbeat.”

With another nod, Janis says, “Good night, love you.”

“Love you more.”

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💭A/N:

Been sitting in my inbox for awhile and I needed something to focus on than my parents’ yelling so I got this done. Thank you for waiting, I hope you enjoyed <3

[hypertic]

I’ve seen a lot of AUs of spiderman/vigilante Ava but the potential vigilante Beatrice has is >>>

like it all begins when Ava, who’s working in a biomed lab late at night, finds Beatrice in the storage room stuffing her bag with medical supplies paying no mind to her bleeding leg (about to leave her entire DNA evidence in a lab) and clearly Ava is shocked.

too shocked to react when Beatrice tackles her and covers her mouth, spreading all her blood on the floor and dropping her bag. the thing is Beatrice is shocked too, so she just stares, at the pretty scientist who’s breathing against her palm.

“This is the part where you say something along the lines of its not what it looks like.” Ava speaks when Beatrice takes her hand off.

“It’s exactly what it looks like though.” her accent is off, ava thinks, not American.

“Breaking and entering, robbery and assault?”

“This is not assault!” Beatrice almost seems offended by it, but loosens her grip around Ava’s shoulder, pinning her down.

“So you admit to breaking and entering?” Ava’s smile is so smug, as if she’s not the one being held down by a criminal. Beatrice doesn’t answer, contemplating her choices. “I don’t care, honestly.”

“What?”

“It’s not my company, not my responsibility, I’m just here doing overtime checking on bacterial growth every 2 hours.” Ava shrugs, and Beatrice believes her.

She wants to believe her. She seems very honest and she doesn’t want to restrain her or anything. She’s also lost some blood and is a little lightheaded.

So Beatrice slumps back, finally releasing ava, who notices the (medium sized) pool of blood underneath the mysterious, masked woman.

“Need help with that?” Ava is teasing but genuine, and Beatrice wonders why she didn’t run out the door. Then she wonders why she didn’t close the door, at least.

Ava scoots closer, her hands hovering over the supplies scattered around the floor.

“So what are you, exactly?” Ava asks, opening a pack of gauze. “Like Spider-Man? With powers and all?”

“No powers.” At this point, Beatrice has decided Ava is not threat.

“But do you fight crime and stuff? I can see your cool stick back there.”

“What makes you think I’m not the crime?” She’s not threatening she’s curious and dumbfounded because who in their right mind would catch a masked person stealing, patch them up and ask if they’re a hero?

“You don’t give evil vibes.” Ava shrugs. “And there’s rumors you know? About a masked figure going around, known criminals showing up cuffed to a lamp post.”Beatrice cheeks blush slightly under the mask and shakes her head.

“So like, a vigilante?” Beatrice doesn’t answer, eventually giving a small nod, her eyes following Ava’s moved closely, who’s finally cleaned the wound. “But no powers?”

“No powers.”

“That’s… dangerous.” Ava’s brows furrow in a mix of concern and awe.

Beatrice doesn’t know what to say, and she’s beginning to realize that only happens around this woman.

“It might need some of those butterfly stitches.” Ava declared, pressing (hard) on the cut right above her leg before tying the bandage around it.

“Thank you.” Beatrice says.

“It’s alright. I’m Ava, by the way.”

“Im Be-.”

“Alright, B, let me pack this up for you and clean up.”

“Are you kidding?” Ava is not kidding, for she starts to wipe the blood off the floor with some alcohol wipes and stuffs the bag with even more supplies, all while Beatrice stares.

“Won’t you get in trouble?” Ava shrugs for the hundredth time, but Beatrice can’t seem to find it annoying (yet).

“Nope, because this was a robbery, and I am a victim.” Ava takes a hand to her chest dramatically. “Go on, I won’t look. But you need to be quick because I’m calling the cops now.” Ava takes out her phone and stares at Beatrice expectantly.

Beatrice just stares back, before grabbing the bag and jumping to her feet, heading for the door and taking one last look back. Ava’s smile is the last she sees of her before sprinting away into the dark.

[idliketobeatree]

prompt: mindreading

pairing: crystal/niko (heavily implied, but can be read as one-sided pining if that's your jam), ficlet, 700~ words, T

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"Wait, you want me to read your mind? You're not scared of someone taking a peek into that brain of yours?"

Maybe it's because of her own peculiar experiences with... not exactly unwanted, but genuinely huge mistakes of wanted guests in her head. But Crystal cannot fathom the idea to voluntarily make anyone privy to your thoughts, on a whim. She's done it enough for other people, sure; usually under the disguise of a case and protected by the motives, but she still had a preference of simply talking to people, hoping for the best that they would disclose the necessary information. Her budding empathy clashes somewhat with her psychic powers. There was a time she vaguely remembers, where she wouldn't bat an eye at using them for her advantage, even if it meant stepping on a few heads. Well. Not anymore.

It made something in her chest feel noble; a sensation she was not used to.

With great power comes great responsibility, et cetera, right?

Nevertheless, the casual allowance of Niko to make herself comfy in her brain, with no specific time slot seems intimate down to a T. Something you would allow under very specific circumstances, preferably after thorough discussion with the subject. A life or death situation, perhaps. It would be reserved for the closest bunch of people, unless your poor judgement decided to omit the jarring red flags and said, you know what, my scarlet matches your ruby.

There are choices you cannot go back from, as she is painfully aware.

In her lap, Niko brushes two fingers along Crystal's knuckles, from where she is cradling her palm. It feels strangely precious, encased in the softness of the other girl's hand. Crystal's gaze glides over to the intricate rings matching the long, beautiful pastel nails, decorated with small pearls and tiny ribbons. The touch brings dual sensations: there are the pads, soft like a cat's and similar to it, the sharper points of the nails leave blunt dents on the top of her palm. She belately realises, I wouldn't mind if you pressed harder. Make me feel it.

Crystal's gaze snaps back upwards, guiltily. She almost regrets it. The way Nico's face twists into a shy smile, Crystal feels the touch spark through her hand and race towards the chest like a livewire, a pulsing need. "I have nothing to hide from you."

"That's not true. Everyone has secrets they want to keep," she protests weakly.

"I promise to keep it G-rated," Niko laughs, and Crystal is lightheaded from it, glad she is already sitting down, because hey, did she just—

"Crystal. You need to see the bird."

Before she can cut it short, Niko lifts the hand she so generously cradled up to her forehead— in a mimicry of the main guy from— uh, was it the X-Men movies? Like she believed touching the temples while mindreading was essential to the process. Crystal's powerless against the flutter of her eyelashes when she's trying to focus and relax at once, the slightest of frowns gracing her forehead.

Her fingers are being gripped harder, determined. She wants to keep her there.

Crystal debates on whether it would work anyway, because how could she think about some stupid bird, when Niko is right there? An open, well-loved paperback, ready to fill you with strange images of her own design.

She gets hit with a memory like a pop-up ad, but without the surge of overwhelm and annoyance, the part where she's prying open inside smoother than anticipated.

The sight comes with a filter of pure admiration and some childlike wonder. The edges of the vision are swimming in bright, peak summer hues, teal sky and rich green bushes with pinkish yellow sparkling in the heat. Niko must have watched the scene from a sidewalk, and she had to be pretty close to see so clearly. The crow inside the memory drops a walnut from its beak right before a car drives over it, cracking open the hard shell, and the bird dives precisely half a second later, catching the remains of the nut in mid-air. Show off, Crystal snickers to herself. Surprisingly, she finds a familiar, amused chuckle reverbating around her temple. It's strange enough that Crystal gets thrown out of the vision far too quickly. She pushes the need to stay, down.

Niko cracks open one eye, apparently much too excited to keep going. "Did you see that? Did you see?"

"Uh. Yeah. I did." It's a tiny shock, to come out of the vision. "That was..."

Unexpected. Amazing. If I saw the world through your eyes, I wouldn't think it's genuine shit all the time.

"...nice."

[lily-alphonse]

thoughts on haley x abigail?? 💛💜

Haligaillllll I have to plug maxRebo again with Things We Dont Say on AO3 it's the sequel to a fantastic SebAlex fic I loved.

We love Haligail, who wouldn't love Haligail? This is one of the least rare ones I've done so far according to AO3 . I haven't looked each one up I've done, but I was curious since punk/prep seem like they'd be popular.

Anyways how would I handle this? Spoiler alert Ive gotta make it rivals to lovers OBVIOUSLY it's just too good to pass up.

Let’s say they went to high school together and ran in different circles (obviously). Abigail looked down on Haley for being a preppy dumb blonde prioritizing boys over school.

Haley for her part was learning very quickly that girls couldn’t be trusted, with all of the shit they talked behind her back. So she definitely wasn't going to think fondly of a sullen girl like Abby, who would just glare at her for no reason.

But its years later now. Abby has returned home from college to attend remotely. She’s grown confident and developed a sense of style. It’s still dark and moody and she loves a skull motif, but she clearly takes more care in her appearance than in high school. Oh… and she’s a proud lesbian now.

She’s annoyed to be back in this bumfuck town but her dad threatened to cut her funding if she didn’t come back to help with the shop at least one semester. Haley comes into the shop and its tense. Abby hates feeling subservient to her like this, wearing the stupid fucking apron dad insists she wears while she’s helping out. It puts her in a weird headspace like she’s in high school again.

It’s nice to be back with her boys though, the regular gig practices fun. They even decide to throw a little party to perform at. It’s exhilarating and she’s in her element until she sees Haley. It’s like, somehow, the old Abby exists in Haley and she fucking hates it. She wants to purge Haley’s memories of that weird quiet girl in high school. She wants Haley to understand she is more confident than the queen bee ever was at her peak.

Everyone settles in on the floor for a drinking game and SHE is there of course, looking stupidly hot and just… generally stupid. “Who invited you?” Abby snaps as Haley sits down near her.

“Hello, Abigail,” she sips her drink innocently, “that’s how normal people start conversations anyway.”

Abby scoffs, fighting the fluster with anger. “Yeah, avoid the question that’s fine.”

Sebastian settles between them, attempting to block the electric tension between them with his body. Great deal of good that does though, since one of the very first dares sees Alex daring Haley and Abby to Seven Minutes in Heaven.

“What the fuck, Alex?!” Haley hisses. She seems embarrassed. Abby likes seeing her flustered for once.

“Aw she’s afraid to touch the lesbian! She might catch it,” Abby teases.

Haley glares at her with a fire behind her blue eyes. “I’m not afraid of you.”

“Alright,” Abby smiles, “Prove it.”

And so they get sloppy in the closet and it’s hot and awesome and the seven minutes runs out too fast. Abby decides she craves this power over Haley and chases it. Being glared at with lust in her eyes is better than being looked down on.

They have a back and forth of sneaking around, while Haley comes to terms with her sexuality and they grow closer. It’s always just hatefucking until its not, because Abby discovers how actually self-conscious and lonely Haley is. And how this toxic fling is the closest thing she has to love. She’s clinging to it like a liferaft but it’s just making her sink even further. Abby recognizes the damage she’s caused and decides to cut things off.

Something brings them back together though, obv. Hmmm.

Maybe Alex ends up cornering her and telling Abby just how much she means to Haley and how maybe instead of abandoning her like everyone else, she could just be an actual partner to her and treat her like she knows she should be treated.

Which all culminates in a very sweet scene of Abby coming back to Haley and apologizing. And I want it to tie back into the party like

“I also want to apologize,” Abby says, wiping her eyes, “for leaving you hanging a few months ago. When you said hi.”

“Abby…”

“Can we go back to that? Can we roll it back? I want to say hi, it’s nice to see you.”

Haley laughs through her tears. “It's nice to see you too.” She takes Abby’s hand and squeezes.

Oh and Abby would prbly take to calling Haley Blondie or something. Starts out as kind of an insult and then just a term of endearment. Anyways,

Send me any Stardew Valley rarepair and I will tell you how I would make them work! (Even non-marriage npcs) If youre lucky you may get a mini fic out of it. Check the list below to see if Ive already answered yours

Rarepair Masterlist

[justbeingayhere]

“Dance with me?”

summary: Eloise asks Cressida to dance with her in front of everyone at the ball

read it here 🩷

first creloise prompt request filled

[honestlydarkprincess]

you chase the pain away

morgana x gwen || rated: t || wc: 1.7k

The one in which Gwen cares for Morgana when she has a headache and a love confession ensues.

read on ao3!

[alterumsinealterononest]

Season 2, Episode 1

Ava is significantly drunk so she flirtatiously keeps calling Beatrice "princess"

Beatrice: i am NoT rOYaLtY

[heartcasebullet]

"take it."

"excuse me?"

"i can see you shivering from a mile away. c'mon." enid nudges her sweater closer to wednesday. "i'm not even that cold anyways."

wednesday look at the sweater as if it was sunshine, a bouquet blossoming with vibrancy and color and allergy. it was pink and orange and everything else vile. the wool sat in her arms like how the sunset sat upon the land, the abhorrent material looping and weaving like the sun's waves, narcissistically parading its own existence.

wednesday could feel her guts twist when she looked up at enid. it was sickening—it felt like enid was looking down upon her shaking form with pity, cerulean eyes narrowed in discontent and stubbornness. the dogma of enid's relentless emotion and compassion shook the atmosphere against the vindictive force of wednesday's denial—and yet, wednesday could feel her barriers sizzle.

wednesday could feel her heartbeat rocket, hammering against her chest, the percussive beat spelling doom and inevitable regret. blood rushed throughout her system despite the cold weather; her head spun as if she had stabbed her own cochleae and ran around in dizzying circles, maniac and crazy and depraved.

it was nauseating. wednesday craved for more.

silently, wednesday took the sweater.

[fearlessbythebeach]

I’m finally doing supercat fanfiction after shipping them hard and reading all of it I could find for 6 years lol :) here’s the first chapter of an idea I’ve had for awhile

Clingy” supercat

By me, dream person

Sometimes, Cat gets clingy. Towards Kara, not to anyone else.

Kara knows the telltale signs. She’ll talk to herself in the elevator, and shut herself up mid sentence when the doors open.

She’ll ask for a sweet coffee in the morning and sometimes eat her m&ms as soon as she gets in. She’ll sit on the same couch as her when they’re working.

Lately she’s started smoothing out her collars and absentmindedly resting her hands in Kara’s lap.

Cat likes leaning her head on her shoulder, and doesn’t seem to care if she does that. Kara will play with her hair, making Cat blush ever so slightly.

One day, Kara decides to tease her a little. She hands Cat a glass of red wine mixed with some seltzer and ice. She knows Cat wants it, and thinks yes, that’ll be good for her today.

“Thanks, Keira,” says Cat. “You know exactly what I want.”

“Of course,” she smiles cheerfully. “I have quite a knack for guessing how you’re feeling by now. I know you don’t want anyone to know, but I can read you like a book.”

“Oh Kara,” Cat says, enunciating the K. It’s so sweet to hear her name.

“I think you’re in one of your clingy moods,” says Kara with a mischievous grin.

“Wha-I don’t get-“

She sat back on the couch close to her. She put an arm around her and Cat melted into the touch. She drew circles on her back. Kara moves a stray hair out of Cat’s face and she squeaks. Kara chuckles quietly.

“Mmm, maybe I get a bit clingy sometimes, with you,” admits Cat. “But goddamn it-“ she takes a gulp her wine. “If you tell anyone, you’re fired.”

When Kara gets up again, she hears Cat mutter,

“Godfuckingdamnit.”

[idontplaytrack]

Can you write Janis x Regina, they go out on a dinner date?

Couple of kids

Janis 'Imi'ike x Regina George

Warnings: coarse language, fluff, slight descriptions of an eating disorder

"Hey, baby." Regina's eyes lit up at the sight of her girlfriend.

"Hi, G." Janis grins, tiptoeing to peck Regina on the lips. The taller girl naturally rubs her back.

"Ready to go?" Regina asks, intertwining their fingers together.

Janis nods, "Yep."

And so begins the couple’s walk to their dinner spot.

“The weather’s really nice.” Regina says.

“Perfect actually, for a walk.” Janis nods, sneaking a glance at Regina. She chuckles.

“Why, what’s wrong?” Regina asks, biting back a chuckle herself.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Janis replies, “Just wanted to take a look at you.”

“Aw.” Regina smiles, looking away to hide a forming blush tinting her cheeks.

They had decided to change things up and walk to their destination instead of driving. The diner they choose to have dinner at wasn’t too far on foot, so it seemed like the perfect choice. Janis gives Regina’s hand a squeeze, their silent way of saying ‘I love you’.

It was a relatively quiet walk, the both of them just enjoying each other’s company and the cooling breeze in their hair.

“How was your day?”

“Uh, pretty good, but I’ve been really looking forward to tonight.” Janis shrugged, swinging their hands.

“You’re just so fucking cute, aren’t you?” Regina couldn’t help it but laugh a little.

“Well, then.”

“You are.” Regina exhales.

Once they got to the diner, they managed to get a seat pretty quickly. So they settled down and looked through the menu. “Do you know what you’re going to order yet?”

“Nope.” Janis’ lips were tugged into a smile still. “Ooh, this looks good. I think I’m gonna order the chilli grilled cheese.”

“Hm.” Regina hums in thought, continuing to flip through the pages, “I got it. Okay, you ready to order?”

Janis nodded, calling a waiter over. He took their orders then took their menus away.

The place was quite busy, but nothing overwhelming. So they actually really liked the atmosphere of the place, customers chatting and laughing in the background, oldies playing in the jukebox, the aroma of the comfort food wafting through the air…

“You know, Damian still can’t believe I’m going on this date with you.” Janis broke the silence.

Regina lets an exhale out in amusement, “Really? We’ve been together five months.”

“I know, every time.” Janis laughed airily, “‘Oh, my God, I cannot believe y’all are together!’”

Regina shrugs, trying not to burst out laughing, “I mean, gotta love that though. He’s like our biggest supporter or something.”

A little while later, their food was here. Janis dug into her grilled cheese immediately, Regina’s face fell as she stared at her stack of pancakes with peach compote. “Hey.” Janis held onto her hand, “It’s okay. Take it slow.”

“I know, I just— some days I don’t do so good with this, you know?”

Janis brushes her thumb over Regina’s knuckles, “I hear you, just take a minute or two. Breathe, you got this. I’m right here with you.”

Like Janis said, Regina leaned back in her chair for a couple of minutes— at first looking out the window, then at Janis who was eating her own dinner, finally, she was looking at her pancakes for a moment before she grabs a fork and stabbed into the stack.

The rest of the meal went by without a hitch. They even shared a banana chocolate milkshake before they paid and went back home. “Hey, is it okay if I spend the night at yours?” Regina asks in a quiet voice.

“Of course it’s okay.” Janis chirped, “You don’t even have to ask.”

Entering Janis’ garage, Regina sat down on Janis’ bed, pulling Janis into her lap. “What’s with this?”

“I just like doing this, holding you and enjoying the moment.” Regina shrugs, resting her chin on Janis’ shoulder.

“You’re being a little sappy tonight, huh.”

Regina smirked, “It’s just that we’ve been busy with a bunch of projects and quizzes lately. Haven’t had a lot of time together, alone.”

“You’re not saying—”

“Oh, no.” Regina chortled, “Just want some cuddles. But maybe, we could shower first.”

“Okay.” Janis hums in agreement, “Let’s go.”

————

In the shower, they just talked. Their conversation continued without a pause. “You know um, last night I had this dream.” Regina began. Janis turned around to face Regina, shifting herself to let the warm water run down the blonde’s back— she knew it’d help with her chronic back pain.

“I saw us in future, in a house of our own, married…with kids.”

Janis’ breath hitched, “Oh.”

“That was— okay that was a lot, I’m s—”

Janis interjected, “No, no, no. Don’t apologise. I actually, thought about that recently. You know, just— daydreaming a little bit about the future. And well, I see you in it. We’ll have our own little place, a pet, and kids.”

Regina’s heart swelled thinking about that, “So you wanna have kids someday?”

“I do.” Janis confirmed, “If I can, I definitely want at least one.”

“Me too.” Regina agreed, a soft sigh expelling from her lips as she turned around to shut the tap off.

“I think they’d be so cute.” Janis added on.

“No shit. Especially when they’d look like you.” Regina hands Janis her towel so she could dry off.

“Flattered, but hm.” Janis chuckles, “We’ll see about that. You’ve always had better luck than me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, you got hit by a bus and you survived. All I ever did was what, get into trouble.”

“Hey.” Regina squinted at her, voice stern, “You do more than that, come on. You get good grades, you’re an amazing guitarist, your voice is beautiful and well, while we’re on that topic…you are so good with kids. They love you.”

After getting dressed, they were back in Janis’ garage. Regina wasn’t done talking to Janis about whatever that was. “Ah, sometimes I just get in my head too much. I’ll be okay.” Janis huffs, looking in the mirror and picking at her skin.

Regina walks over and hugged her from behind.

“How’s your back?”

“Better.” Regina plants a kiss onto the shorter girl’s shoulder, “Thank you.”

Janis gave her girlfriend a crooked smile which she saw in the reflection.

“I am so lucky to have you in my life again, Janis.” Regina said softly, “That accident made me realise that I couldn’t leave without making things right with you. I’m not about to make another mistake as dumb as that one. We have each other now, and for as long as we can.”

Janis doesn’t say anything but basked in the comfort of the blonde’s touch, her once tense body, relaxing.

“Look at you, look at me. Look at us.” Regina says, urging her to look up. She did.

“We’ve been through so much, and there’s no guarantee that there won’t be other days that are tough, but we’ve got each other now. We’ll be okay, because look— we are okay. No matter how difficult things got, we fought through it, we got through it. We’re just a couple of kids, in love. And I’m so glad it’s you, Janis.”

Janis finally smiled, “I’m really glad it’s you, too, Reg. I love you.”

Regina beamed, “I’m so in love with you, Janis ‘Imi’ike.”

Janis giggled, “I’m so in love with you too, Regina George.”

And it felt good, so fucking good to say that out load. Every time they said something like that, it just made them feel warm and fuzzy, made them feel happy. Because like Regina said, they were simply a couple of kids in love, and maybe one day they’d become a couple of grown ups so in love that they’d have a family of their own. But right now, they were happy with this little life that they’ve made for themselves.”

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