#Degrassi tnc fic

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Against the wind - Zasha Fic  Chapter one

Synopsis:  Zoe and Rasha are married with a baby on the way.  This is their journey, complete with all the problems and triumphs. (also, please tell me if you want the nsfw chapters posted - they can just be fade to black otherwise)

Against the wind We were runnin' against the wind We were young and strong, we were runnin' against the wind

Zoe knew that Rasha was ironing when their house smelled like lavender.  It was just one of her things.  Had you told Zoe 10 years ago that she would be married with a kid on the way, sixteen-year-old Zoe would have laughed.  Had you told her that she would be married to a woman, she would have probably told you to fuck off and left.  

But here she was, at 26, happily married and her wife was carrying their first child.  Kicking off her shoes, Zoe put her briefcase down and hung up her jacket.  The past 8 years with Rasha were the best 8 years of her life.  Rasha made things so damn easy.  Zoe was finally HAPPY.  It had taken her years to realise what made her happy.  She had lost a lot because of it.  Friends, family members, her mother...but at the end of the day she was happy.

Wandering into the laundry room, Zoe spotted Rasha with her back turned to her, the iron on, a set of Zoe’s work shirts on the ironing board.  Her wife’s hips moved to an obvious beat, and Zoe noticed the headphone cord hanging from her wife’s ears.  She couldn’t help but stand there and watch her wife.  She moved with an effortless grace, her body moving to a silent rhythm that only she heard.  And it was beautiful.  Zoe waited and watched in silence before walking over to Rasha and placed a hand on her shoulder gently.  The younger woman jumped slightly, but a wide warm smile filled her face.  Rasha hadn’t really changed since high school.  She wore her hair longer now, just under her ears.  Her style had grown as well, still lots of tunics long and shirts, but also a lot of soft pastels made their way into her wardrobe.  She was still soft and sweet, the rock that grounded Zoe.  Tugging out her earphones, Rasha looked at Zoe and turned off the iron.  She turned and wrapped her arms around Zoe’s neck and pulled her in for a gentle kiss.  “Hi.”  She whispered softly.   Rasha’s accent was still there and was still just as strong as the day Zoe had first met her.  She still got unreasonably cold in the winter.  She prayed five times a day and still had never touched alcohol.  She was still tactile, something that was bred into her culture. She had no problems about wordlessly reaching over and brushing crumbs off of someone’s cheek.  She had no problems with resting her hand on someone’s thigh to discuss something.  And Zoe was still head over heels in love with her.  

“Hi.”  Pressing her lips against her wife’s Zoe couldn’t help but grin and rest her hands on Rasha’s hips.  Her hand ran down Rasha’s hip and then brushed lightly over the other woman’s abdomen.  It was barely there, but it was there.  The swell of her breasts, the gentle growing slope of her stomach were the only hints that Rasha was carrying their child.  “I love you.”

Rasha’s laugh fell from her lips, a soft tinkling of glass, the sweet sounds of bells ringing in the wind.  Rasha laughed with her body, her stance opening up, her head back.  Her laugh was contagious, it made others smile.

“I know.”

There was a quiet confidence about Rasha.  It might not always be there, but when it reared its head it was obvious, and the one thing that Rasha’s confidence never faltered with was Zoe’s love for her.

Zoe rolled her eyes and rested the palm of her hand on Rasha’s abdomen.  “How are you feeling?”  Rasha’s first trimester was coming to an end, and Zoe hoped that the rest of the pregnancy would be easier for her wife.  Rasha had spent the majority of her formative years on hormone replacement and the increase in hormones from her pregnancy was making the pregnancy harder than normal.  She suffered from morning sickness that seemed to stretch all day, headaches, and joint pain.  But through it all, her wife remained happy.

Shrugging, Rasha gave Zoe a small smile.  “Okay.  The nausea did not last as long today.”  Reaching down she took Zoe’s hand and kissed her palm.  “And I got some grocery shopping done.  I did not think that you would want to do it tomorrow - even though you have the day off.”  A smile curled on her lips and she arched an eyebrow.  “We have the meal planned, I would rather spend the day with you before we spend the evening with our friends and family.”

The party.  Tomorrow they were planning on telling everyone that Rasha - they - were pregnant.

“Rasha.”  Zoe’s tone left no questions about her feelings about her wife grocery shopping.  “The doctor told you to take it easy.”

She laughed again and shook her head.  “I went grocery shopping, not scaled Mount Everest.”  Returning to the ironing board, Rasha put Zoe’s shirts on hangers and put everything away before turning back to her wife.  “I also made supper.  Well, no, we have leftovers, but I made pitas and hummus.”

Zoe watched in exasperation but waited until Rasha was finished and she wrapped her arms around her wife.  “Well, tomorrow I am all yours.  And you can relax while I cook.”

“And let you burn down our house?  Hardly.  I’ll cook.  I love you but I don’t want to kill our friends.”  She kissed Zoe’s forehead and escaped her embrace.  “But let’s go eat.”

They had gotten married young, at 22, despite the desires of their friends and family.  For Rasha it was never a question of if, just when.  A couple years after they had purchased a large character in the Annex neighbourhood that they renovated.  Three bedrooms, a large kitchen with a large eating area to entertain, and a comfortable family room.  

Pulling out the ingredients to make a plate of chicken, salad, and a homemade pita, she passed it to Zoe while she grabbed some things from the fridge for herself.  She had been on a salsa and cream cheese kick but was also drinking meal replacements so she knew she was getting enough nutrition.  Sitting at the table she cracked the jar of salsa and started to munch.  “I have everything ready for tomorrow.  I’ve already made the hummus and pitas, and charred vegetables for the veggie platter, and I have the feta marinating.  I just have to put together the stuff for the chickpea salad and the tabbouleh.”  She shrugged as she slathered some dill cream cheese on her cracker and added some salsa.  “The meat is marinating for the chicken shawarmas and the koftas...so there’s not much to do.”  Their friends from high school were coming to their party, along with a few of their friends they made along the way.  

Zoe rolled her eyes, but made herself a plate of food and ate it silently.  Sometimes it was hard to believe that she was married and her wife was pregnant.  So lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realise that Rasha had finished and had already put their plates away until she felt her wife’s arms around her neck and her soft breath against her cheek.

“I’m going to take a warm bath.  Join me?”  She asked softly.

There were few times that Zoe could ever say no to her wife, and this was not one of them.  “Of course.”

They had put in a huge tub when they renovated their house, along with a stand-alone glass shower.  Rasha tugged headed upstairs and tossed her clothes in the hamper before tossing two towels in the heater and filling the tub.  She added some oils in before lowering herself into the steaming water.  She closed her eyes and leaned against the side of the tub until she heard Zoe’s footsteps.

“Enough space for two?”

Without speaking, Rasha sat up and slid up, only moving back when she felt her wife behind her.  Times like this, Rasha wished she could stop the clock and just lie here in her wife’s arms.  Sure, they had some rough times, but they always came out stronger, and more in love.  Zoe wrapped her arms around Rasha’s midsection and rested her chin on her shoulder.  “How are you feeling, love?”  She whispered softly, running her fingers over Rasha stomach gently.

“Better.”  Came the reply, her head turning to look up at her wife.  “I always feel better with you.”  Rasha looked up and gave Zoe a grin.  “We do not have to work tomorrow…”  Her voice trailed off as she turned in Zoe’s arms.  Her fingers ran down Zoe’s body and under the water, her hazel eyes watching her wife. Zoe would never deny her wife anything, and today was no exception.  Pulling the plug, she got to her feet and went and grabbed the towels, wrapping Rasha up tightly and leading her to their bed.

#Degrassi tnc fic #degrassi fic #Zasha #zoexrasha

[moonlit--wonders]

what did you think of the Hollingsworth's plots this season?

You guys just enable me to rant don’t you? Why do you put up with my shit?

Miles- Petition for Miles to JUST BE HAPPY next season. Poor guy literally cannot catch a break. I almost wouldn’t mind if he was more of a supporting character next season as long as he’s happy. I actually really liked his plot with Lola, I just wish they hadn’t hooked up. Once again, Eric proved himself as an amazing actor, and he tore at my heartstrings. 

Hunter- How is it that Hunter’s dick had more screen time than Winston? I wish we had learned a little more about Hunter’s trial/hearing. I was looking forward to seeing it. Also maybe it’s the hair but he looks so much older? Anyway, I really liked Hunter this season, and I’m glad it seems that he’s feeling better.

Frankie- Oh my dear child. I actually felt really bad for her. I know Frankie isn’t a fan favorite or anything, but I adore her. I’ve said it a lot, I know that, but I really want to see an intense storyline for Frankie, one that doesn’t involve a love interest. Both Spencer and Eric have gotten the opportunity to show off their acting and I’d love to see Sara do the same. Back to this season, I loved her realizing her dependence on LI, but then not being able to control that. I really hope this continues next season. 

Also the scene with Miles and Frankie was gold, and Miles breaking up Hunter and Frankie’s fight was perfect. 

#ask #anon #shameless self promo #but I'm writing a frankie based list season 3 fic #so stay tuned #dnc #miles hollingsworth iii #miles hollingsworth #frankie hollingsworth #hunter hollingsworth #hollingsquad #degrassi tnc #degrassi #degrassi the next class #degrassi tng