#daya voice long and hard

[urmomsfavelesbian]

behold!

#the devil lives inside posting videos to tumblr why did this take 5 million years #but anyway 🥹🥹🥹 #they’re wives #which one of you artists are gonna draw me daya and willow getting married #thinks about willow in a wacky little wedding dress for two seconds and dies #daya in one of those fruity dress/suit combos naturally #ft one of her hats #dies so many times #clutches my pearls #daya voice long and hard

[moon-rivr]

stalker/yandere!Miguel x civilian!reader (female)

like this miguel still have his spider man power , and hq but… has an interest in reader who’s is a reporter in NYC. Reader is (I feel like ) a kind sweet person who take care of others. As well as her boyfriend 🤭(that Miguel Is going to kill 😭🤭) but before miguel do SUCH thing. Her boyfriend has problems with going to work late at night (at least saying it was work 🙄) and coming home drunk after night, after night and night, sometimes reader see him with lipstick stains in his pants or smells like perfume , which reader just say ‘it ok there a lot of women who’s work with him’…. which get reader sad and Miguel pissed through seeing all of this through a window.and some day reader get bored and want to her boyfriend to touch her … and you know get little touchy together. But her boyfriend says work is important.and always leave her alone feeling miserable about it. So like it the night where Miguel come late to do his daily visits to stalk-I mean check up on reader. And this night Miguel hear different things and a different in voice of reader. The window was open a Little bit, but to be able to hear sound. And the curtain was open. And the when Miguel saw reader masturbate with a dildo,bouncing on it,while wearing a long t shirt. and that get Miguel hard and some of reader moan was being heard…it was music to his ears ( in fact reader voice was always music to Miguel hear 🤭. ) but reader was moaning her boyfriend name… which pissed Miguel off, it should have been him instead of that cheating shit…but that wasn’t going to take the fun to see reader masturbate . (Miguel pov I feel like 🤭🤭) it going it be me that she screams at. And so after that night of seeing reader masturbate he couldn’t get himself to see reader when ever she come to him to ask questions (reader is doing her report job to Miguel who’s is spider man) which Miguel would just pat her head or signal that he is going to leave or just leave, or just flirt with reader when he has a couple of minutes left before going off.

Omg I can’t wait to see what you can do DAYA! I am COMPLETELY Grateful for whatever you make and how long you make it! bye I hope you have a great day!

should’ve been me

pairing: yandere (?) miguel o’hara x fem reader

contents: cheating (not from reader or miguel), masturbation, use of toy, reader gets called a slut, stalking-ish, doggy, unprotected p in v, riding

a/n: i hope i did your request justice 😵‍💫

word count: 4k

Loud gravel clashing against one another, car alarms blaring as debris fell onto them, and high pitched screams broke you out of your thoughts while you were editing one of the latest pictures for the newspaper. While most people made a beeline to get out of danger, you ran straight through it with a camera in your hand. You angled the camera up, trying your best to frame the picture of the vulture-like man crawling up a building. You'd managed to capture a few good photos before you were suddenly taken off your feet into the air.

While you did live in a futuristic world, the need for a reliable news source didn't waver which is where you came in. You worked for the a newspaper that emphasized mostly on providing a non-biased source, given that the company wasn't relying on any government or outside funds to keep going. While your boss wasn't exactly too pleasant to be around, he gave you the opportunity to work the hours you wanted and gave you a decent pay. You worked as a photographer and a reporter, focusing mostly on the topics that would fill you up with a sense of adventure.

That sense of adventure now had you hanging on the side of the Empire State building as Vulture held you for hostage reasons. "Will the spider come out to play?!" His voice boomed, fear igniting in you as he dangled you closer and closer to the edge. A crowd had gathered underneath, their cellphones in the air as they waited for how the events would unfold. You silently begged that Spider-Man would show up soon, seeing him as a hero as opposed to most newspapers in the city who painted him as an anti-hero.

The vulture lunged forward from a kick that Spider-Man delivered from behind, a sadistic grin on his face as he dropped you. The camera hanging from your hands slipped out, landing on the ground as the pieces scattered. You were expecting your life to flash through your eyes, but all you felt was a sense of panic at wanting to stay alive. A loud scream ripped out from your chest as you started to continued to fall, bracing yourself for the impact.

A few feet away from the ground, you found yourself dangling as a spider web wrapped around your waist. Spider-Man swung towards you, your back plush against his chest as he lowered you down on the floor. You felt the adrenaline pumping through your body as you watched Spider-Man swing back up to the building, clawing his way through the Vulture's suit. Once the shakiness in your hands had dissipated, you brought up the spare camera up once more and began taking pictures of the events unfolding.

Once the fight ended with Vulture getting captured, you walked back to the office. you were practically in a frenzy state, your mind overrunning with different headlines and different ways to format the paper as ideas rushed through your head. You were so distracted in how you were going to formulate this edition that you didn't notice that you'd bumped into somebody. You muttered out an apology, stepping back to see who you'd just bumped into.

"Spider-Man, wow! I'm so sorry for bumping into you, I wanted to also thank you for saving my life back there. I didn't get the chance to with everything going on," you told him, speaking quickly out of excitement. "Don't worry about it, I understand. I actually had something to ask of you if you didn't mind," he told you, his imposing figure looming over you.

"What's up?" You inquired, looking up at the blue mask almost like you were trying to read his expression through it. "I want you to be my personal reporter of sorts, the other ones paint me like i'm evil or something. I'd give you a heads up before the fight got started," he responded, completely taking you for surprise. "Sure, I'd love to," you replied, his request being the easiest thing you could've said yes to.

You got back home from work to see a package awaiting for you on the front step. You looked down at the box, checking to see if it had your boyfriend's name on it but it was blank. You opened up the box to see a brand new camera inside along with a tripod, a note attached to the side. 'From your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man', his handwriting came out rushed but you appreciated the fact he took time out of his schedule to do this gesture for you.

Ever since then, Spider-Man made sure to inform you when a fight was going to occur beforehand to make sure you were first at the scene. This partnership between the two of you gave your newspaper surged the rise of revenue and in exchange, Spider-Man could patrol the cities without getting a hot dog thrown at him. He even gave you some exclusive interviews when he had the time, the sessions feeling more like you were talking to a friend than the hero of Nueva York.

"I was starting to think you weren't gonna show up Spidey," you told him as he dropped into your balcony, a small smile on your face. "Wouldn't miss hanging out with my favorite reporter. Where's your little boyfriend?" He responded, leaning against the balcony a bit. "He's not that little, you're just a giant. But he texted and said he'd be working late today," your face dropped a little as you speak, having a suspicion in the back of your mind at your boyfriend's infidelity.

You remembered that Spider-Man was still there, waiting for you to start the interview with him and you quickly schooled your expression back to normal. "Sorry about that, come on in," you told him, opening up the porch door before stepping back inside your apartment. Spider-Man followed suit, shutting the door behind him before sitting down next to you on the couch.

You turned on your recorder, giving him a thumbs-up to Spider-Man just to give him the heads up that you'd started. "So this interview's kind of a twist, I didn't come up with the questions but the people of Nueva York did," you told him, waiting for a couple seconds before you started with the questions. "So they want to know if our hero is single?" You asked, watching as the eyes on his mask narrowed slightly. "They had the opportunity to ask anything and they ask that? But I am single, yes."

The questions continued until further in the night and you couldn't help but feel just a twinge of worry that your boyfriend wasn't home yet. Almost as if calling out to him, he showed up through the door with lipstick stains on his pants and evidently drunk. "Hey, you're home late. Was work okay?" You asked him, helping him onto the couch. "It was, sorry about the mess. Some girl fell over at work and her face conveniently landed by my crotch," he slurred his words as he spoke, his admission striking a feeling of disgust in you towards him.

You helped him get cleaned up and changed, leading the way for him to go lay down afterwards. As you lay down in your bed next to him, you can't help but think about just how plausible his story was. You found it a bit silly that you were even questioning it, knowing that he worked with a lot of women and it was quite likely. You even felt a sense of guilt for even thinking that, knowing how hard he worked to provide for the two of you. Eventually, you managed to fall asleep after tossing and turning in your bed uncomfortably.

The following day, you were off from work and you decided to try out a new lingerie set in order to initiate some kind of intimacy between the two of you. Your boyfriend didn't do as much as blink twice when he got through the door, taking off his coat as he hung it up on the wall hook. You didn't allow yourself to be deterred by his reaction, approaching him as you placed small kisses up his neck. "Baby, can we please have sex? Or if you're not up to that I can just give you a bj," you spoke up, his loud groan causing for you to step back.

"I just came back for a change of clothes, I have another shift at the office today," he told you, making a beeline for the bedroom to get changed. You followed suit, putting on a oversized Spider-Man shirt you bought a while ago. "You like that insect so much it's scary. Anyways, don't wait for me," he told you, leaning into press a small kiss on your forehead before he left. You curled up into a ball in your shared bed, holding his pillow close in an attempt to replace the absence of your boyfriend.

You got up a little while after, feeling an ache growing in between your legs. The dildo in the back of your closet had become your best friend throughout the course of this relationship, something you often had to resort to. You placed it on the ground, squirting some lube onto the toy before lowering yourself down to it. The sleepwear shirt that you had on bunched up around your thighs as you sunk onto the dildo. You started fantasizing about a scenario with your boyfriend, allowing yourself to paint him in a romantic light as you clenched around the toy.

Miguel had told himself that he was checking up on you solely because he was worried about you, even though it was something that he found himself doing more than he'd like to admit. He heard your moans through a crack in the window, his first reaction being to check if you were in pain. He looked through the window, seeing you bounce on the dildo as your fingers went under your shirt to play with your breasts. He felt his cock harden up with every moan that you released, the hitch in your breath as you bottomed out. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at seeing you wear the shirt, wishing that he would be the one to make you scream like that.

Miguel felt fury coercing through his veins as he listened to your sweet moans of your boyfriend’s name through the walls, the sound going straight to his cock. He felt that it should be him making you moan that way, knowing that your boyfriend was off having sex with some random woman instead of focusing his time on devoting you the way you deserved. He forced himself to leave that rooftop once you finished, struggling to maintain a calm demeanor as he roamed the streets of Nueva York. Police sirens blared throughout the city along with cries of help, but all he could think about is how you would feel underneath him.

Miguel was approaching the end of his patrol when he saw your boyfriend walking down the street, slightly swaying from side to side as he made his way to your apartment. He saw a hickey blooming on the side of his neck along with a couple lipstick stains on his shirt, practically seeing red as he dropped down in front of him. "Spiderrrr-Loserrr," the man slurred, pointing a finger at him. Miguel pushed the man into a dark alleyway, his body blocking any chance of him getting out.

"I want you to break up with her," Miguel spoke, the man's brows furrowing until he realized who he was referring to. "This is all about that stupid slut? You're doing me a favor by asking that," the man responded, going into a tangent about how you weren't good enough to be with him. Miguel felt himself growing even more furious as he heard him speak of you that way, knowing what a good person and how giving you were towards those around you.

Miguel grinded his teeth together under the mask, turning around as he tried to calm himself down before deciding to disregard it. He punched the man in the face, his fist knocking out a few teeth in the process. "End things and don't ever speak about her that way again," Miguel told him before leaving, the man sputtering out blood as he cursed Spider-Man and his existence. Regret washed over him for all the wrong reasons, concern mostly just the fact that you would be the one to deal with this when he got home.

"Oh my God! What happened to you?!" Your face morphed into one of complete shock as you looked at your boyfriend stepping in through the door, so focused on his face that you disregarded how disheveled he looked. "Your little hero happened to me," he grumbled, stumbling onto the sofa as he held his mouth in agony. "What? No. Spider-Man wouldn't do that," your response had come out more defensive than you would've liked at the moment and you saw your boyfriend's anger shift towards you.

"You're so naive, aren't you? Always thinking that people have the best intentions when they don't," he huffed out, giving you the feeling that he wasn't just talking about Spider-Man at the moment. "What do you mean?" You asked him, handing him a bag full of ice for the swelling in jaw. "You're so stupid it almost makes me want to break up with you," he grumbled, snatching the bag as he placed it up to his face. "It's because of that other woman, isn't it?"

You expected him to deny your accusation right away, bracing yourself for the impact that his words would leave, but you only received a bitter laugh in response. "See what I mean? Fucking stupid. There is no other woman because you are the other woman! You're only a distraction when my wife can't stop bitching around!" He told you, standing up as drool leaked down his chin. "You were supposed to be an easy play-thing for me to have but you're more complicated than her! I’m done with this shit," he grumbled, grabbing his coat jacket and leaving.

Miguel felt his heart drop as he listened to the conversation unfold, your sniffles melting through his exterior. He knew that he'd done you a favor by getting you out of that relationship, but that didn't mean that he still got some satisfaction from hearing your cries. He wanted to go in there and comfort you, to tell you that you deserved more than that scum but he was also aware of the fact that he shouldn't even be here right now. Despite the fact that everything in him told him to turn around and go hug you, he left and went back to HQ.

You'd never felt so alone before the week that followed your breakup, spending your days either at work or at home. While you mourned the loss of your relationship for a little bit, you'd cried so much throughout the entirety of your relationship at justifying his actions that it didn't hurt so much after a while. What did hurt you the most was that Spider-Man no longer tried to make stupid banter with you or even look you in the eye after he was done fighting. He'd simply pat you on the head to acknowledge you or give you a sideways glance, never speaking to you directly.

That night you decided that you were tired of Spider-Man ignoring you and you decided to do something stupid, willingly placing yourself in danger in order to get his attention. You put on the shortest skirt that you owned and a crop top before walking out the door, keeping a small can of bear mace in your bag just in case he didn't show up. Before you even got the chance to make it out your apartment building, a hand gripped around your arm.

You turned around with bear mace in hand, not expecting to find Spider-Man standing there so quickly. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" His voice practically boomed throughout the empty street, his anger seeping through the mask. “This is the only way I could get you to even look me in the eye, Spidey," you responded, his grip on your arm loosening a bit. "I didn't mean to ignore you, but let's go inside. It's too dangerous for you to be out here."

You changed back into your pajamas once the two of you stepped into your apartment, coming back to see Spider-Man without his mask on. you instinctively covered your eyes, not wanting to break that boundary between the two of you but he pulled your hands away. You looked up, meeting his auburn eyes while he held you close to him. "I'm sorry for making you think that you had to put yourself in danger just to see me," he told you, holding your chin up as he met your gaze. "Why'd you avoid me then?"

The question hung in the air for a little bit and you could see that he was hesitant to answer, taking in the way that his eyebrows scrunched up. "I've been sort of looking out after you and I came over to find you when you were using the toy. I wanted that to be me so badly but you were calling out for your ex boyfriend," he responded, avoiding your gaze. You were the one holding up his chin this time, bringing your face closer to kiss him.

The way that you kissed him wasn't something out of romance book, it was something that you'd done out of need and neglect. A feeling of intimacy that you'd craved. Your hand was buried into his hair as your teeth and tongues clashed together and you took the opportunity to lead him into your couch. "I've missed you so bad Spidey, please. I need you," you told him, his mouth attaching itself to your neck as he sucked and kissed on the skin there. "Call me Miguel."

Miguel took your shirt off in one swift motion, his suit following soon after. He kissed your collarbone, leaving some marks in his wake as he made his way down your breasts. He sucked your nipple through your bra, his tongue swirling around it as the nub hardened up underneath. Your hand came down to his messy hair, tangling itself in it while he did quick work to remove your bra. "Don't know why you stayed with that bastard so long, he didn't treat you like you deserved," he spoke up, his voice coming out muffled from your breast in his mouth.

His hand came up to play with the other one, giving it the same attention as the other one. He swirled your nipple under his finger tips, tugging it gently before kissing his way down to your navel. "Auch pretty little panties and he didn't even look at them twice," Miguel took notice, sliding his finger underneath them before sliding them off. You looked down to see his cock was already hard, bracing yourself for having him in you. He was not only bigger than your toy, but also thicker.

He pushed his cock into you slowly from behind, your hands gripping onto the side of the couch while your wet cunt engulfed him. He pushed deeper when your walls stopped fluttering enough, your cunt stretched out beyond its limit as he slid in. "Look at that, your pussy was practically made for taking my cock," he mused, finally bottoming out as his heavy balls slapped against your ass. His hand came to your shoulder, gripping it as he retracted his cock before pushing it back in a swift motion.

Even though he was taking it slow, you felt the tip of his cock brush up against your cervix every time that he thrusted in. His hips snapped against your ass, starting to move inside you with much more ease. Your walls were still clenched around his cock like a vice, but it wasn't too difficult for him to slide in and out. "Tell me what you want me to do you," he spoke in between thrusts, his voice wavering a bit as he spoke. "Treat me like your slut, Miguel. Please, I just wanna be fucked like the slut I am."

Miguel's eyes darkened a bit once you finished talking, his hands now coming to each side of your hips as his thrusts got faster and more punishing. The grip he had on your hips was bruising, but he knew that a part of you would be happy to see these marks tomorrow. "Yeah? Pretty pussy's just been neglected for so long," he responded, watching as you nodded dumbly to his words. "Always taking care of everyone else but no one to take care of you."

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head when you felt the sting of his hand on your ass, a loud moan escaping from your lips. "Just like that, Miguel!" You pleaded with him, his hand delivering another slap on your other cheek. Your nails were digging on to the couch as he continued to push inside of you, the sensation much better than what your stupid toy could provide. "Go on and ride me, sweet girl. Want to see you work for it."

His head leaned back on the couch as you got on top of him, watching you intently as you aligned the tip of his cock with your cunt. The two of you let out a collective gasp as you bottomed out, his cock nestled inside of you. Though you struggled a bit to move on his cock, you made the attempt to push yourself up before coming back down. His hands were on either side of your hips, giving you some assistance as you moved slowly.

Your mind was all fuzzy as his cock hit your g-spot in this position, the pleasure almost overriding the soreness in your thighs. "You need me to fuck you, princesa?" He asked you and you nodded, your hands resting on his shoulders as he started thrusting his cock into you. You couldn't help but pout at not being able to do the task correctly but he chuckled, kissing you to get rid of the expression on your face. "You did so well for me, don't worry. I understand it's a bit of an adjustment."

You couldn't help but laugh at the cocky bastard, the sound quickly turning into a moan as he pushed into you faster. "I'm not fucking you right if you're still making fun of me," he noted, his grip on your hips tightening. You brought your face down to his, chasing his lips as you kissed him. "Don't worry, I understand it's a bit of an adjustment," you responded, using his words against him. ahis hips snapped into yours, his thrusts deeper and much faster.

He brought his hand down your clit, rubbing the nub at the same rhythm that he was thrusting into you. Your back arched when he brought his face forward, taking your breasts into his mouth. You clenched around his cock tightly, your vision blurring at the ends as the euphoria inside of you built up. He'd successfully fried every thought in your mind, your only focus being on cumming around his cock. Your nails dug into his shoulders as you reached your peak, your release coating his cock providing him with extra lubrication while he sought out his own release.

His thrusts started to stutter a bit the more that he moved inside of you, feeling that he could come just from looking at you so blissed out. Miguel let out a loud grunt, coming inside of you as his cum painted your walls white. His thrusts came to a halt, your body simply just pressed against his as his cock softened up. You got off from him, watching as he made his way through your apartment like he owned the place. He came back with a rag in hand, cleaning up the cum leaking onto your thighs and the couch. "Thank you," you mumbled weakly, reaching over to get your panties from the floor. "Don't mention it, it's the least I could do," he replied, going to clean up the rag.

"Yeah, but I just never received that before so thank you," you told him, pushing the shirt over your head before fixing it. "Just because your boyfriend gave you the bare minimum doesn't mean I will. Get used to the little things," he told you, his arms wrapping around your torso as he pressed his lips against your forehead. “Should kill him for the way he treated you,” he murmured, a small chuckle erupting from your chest. “Nah, he’s not worth it. I have better ways you could be spending your time.”

#moon-rivr #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara smut #smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel x y/n #atsv miguel #miguel x you #spiderman 2099 #miguel spiderman #miguel spiderverse #spiderman atsv #self insert #miguel fic #miguel ohara #miguel 2099 #miguel ohara spiderman #spiderman smut #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman 2099 smut #miguel smut #miguel x reader #miguel fanfic #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o’hara spiderverse #miguel o’hara across the spider verse #miguel o’hara x you

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

Cruisin for a bruisin

did I create a whole new au because I was on my way to work and happened to be listening to the teen beach movie soundtrack? yes, yes i did. am i subjecting everyone else to read it? yes, yes i am and i hope you enjoy! also happy camden day to all who celebrate!!

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Bosco pulled off her helmet, shaking out her hair and getting her normal bouncy curls back. They loved a good long ride on their bike but nothing quiet beat walking into the old familiar diner she’d spent most of her summer as a kid and teen.

“No way, Bosco?” A voice said before pulling the brunette into a hug. “Holy shit it’s been forever!”

“Daya!” They laughed and hugged back. “Good to see you too, you look good.”

“Woah, did I just get a compliment?” The blonde laughed. “Cities made you soft. Come on, I got a good booth.” Before she knew it, she was pulled into a seat with her friend, happily chatting about their lives now and everything that happened.

As she was listening to Dayas story, Boscos attention shifted over to a woman at one of the stools, seemingly sitting all by herself. She had a bikini on, the pastel pink gingham suiting her skin incredibly well but what really made her hard to miss was fiery red curls going down her back.

“Bos? Hello?” Daya waved a hand over their eyes, making her jump and focus back on her friend. “Thought I lost you a minute.” Her eyes followed where Bosco was looking before a smirk came onto her lips.

“What?”

“We’ve been talking for five minutes and you’re already sniffing out the pretty girls. You really can’t teach an old dog new tricks.”

Bosco shot Daya a glare, getting some chuckles from her friend. “I do admit, Camden is a beauty but there’s no ways she’d be into people like us.”

Camden. That’s her name, for her in a way Bosco couldn’t quite grasp fully. “She hasn’t met me yet.” She challenged and got up, ignoring Daya before heading over to the stools. “Mind if I take this seat?”

Camden looked over at her, lips painted with a light red. “Oh yes! Seats free so don’t worry about stealing.”

Boscos ears perked up at the accent, liking how it sounded. She looked Camden up and down, careful to be noticed by the redhead and went to open her mouth before she was stopped.

“If you’re trying to see if you can get a date out of me, the answer is no.” She said with a sharp quickness and a cutting stare, catching the brunette off guard. “I don’t go out with biker brats.”

“I was going to introduce myself but alright.” She said after regaining some of her composure, her cool persona and smile coming back to Camden. “I’m Bosco.”

“Bosco? Sounds quite interesting.”

“Has a fun story behind it if you’d want to hear it.”

Camden usually had no time for any of the bikers that crawled around the diner, always stopping in and trying to flash her some charm. But Bosco just seemed different m. There was mystery in her eyes and something that made her want to know more, almost like a sirens call deep in their eyes.

“Alright then, humor me with this story.”

“Took it from my dog. He died so couldn’t let a good name go to waste.” She said with a grin, although not as cocky as her previous one. Camdens eyes widened a little and her jaw dropped slightly. She had to cover her mouth to hide her little bits of laughter. Bosco smiled, a sense of ease coming over her.

“That’s an awful story.”

“I’m sorry, how about I make it up to you with a milkshake. On me.”

Camden thought about it playfully, liking how the brunette fiddled with her jacket sleeve slightly before smiling at her. “Deal.”

They grinned widely, slightly pointed teeth coming into view. “Perfect, I’ll see you here tomorrow then. It’s a date.” Boscos said with a victorious smirk before walking away, leaving a stunned Camden as she walked out, waving goodbye to Daya and getting back on her bike. She looked at Camden through the window and gave her a wink before getting her helmet on and riding away.

Camden couldn’t quite fight off the blush or the lingering thoughts about Bosco. Maybe she’d bend her rules, just this once.

#rpdr s14 #lady camden #bosco #camsco #idk if this should be a beach au or a biker au #beach biker au?

[astrafangs]

BLACK SWAN

Part 3 of Macaw (Grimm horror story)

11:46 pm

Time froze as the kids stared in wonder at the colorful spectacle of the macaw flock as the sun set behind them, casting them . a golden ethereal glow. The sounds as wings took their powerful beats raised their spirits.

Dhruva felt like he was levitating and becoming one of them. It was like a dream, like they could lay down to rest on soft feathery clouds and get swept away into the sky. Then he heard a low ringing in his ear. Daya fell down. Then Chinna fell down. Then Dhruva blacked out.

He woke up with an overwhelming sense of dizzyness. The room was filled with the smell of bile and iron, making him instantly choke on his own tongue and fall to the ground gagging. After a few moments of getting used to it he looked around desperately for any other of the children. He immediately went to wake up Chinna and Daya but he noticed quickly they were all trapped behind bars. And Zilla was missing.

Steel bars blocked them off at every side and the only light source came from the scattered oil lamps on the walls. As his eyes got used to the low lighting he could see rows upon rows of cages with children in them. Children walking around aimlessly, children breaking into fits of cries and desparate callings, some children lying down motionless. There was no telling how long they had ben locked up.

Chinna soon woke up, coughing in the bitter air, and asked him in pure confusion "Where are we?

"I don't know, Chinna." Dhruva replied.

I feel sick, when can we go home? I want ammi!" Chinna whined and hugged him. It hurt in his heart to see the Chinna so distressed. He stroked his the curls on his little brother's head trying to calm him down.

He looked around and noticed Narii had got up and was crouching right in front of the cage bars. Speaking to someone. Dhruva tried to make out the shadowy figure. "Who are you, how did you get here?"

A small voice replied.

"Who... what..."PLEASE STAY!!"

Suddenly it came rushing out into the feignt lamplight and desperately reached out with it's thin arm. The child had no eyes.

"AAH- AAH-"

The three boys jumped from their fear and backed up into the corner of their cage.

Narii came to hold the scared child's hand.

"Shh, shhh" Her eyes widened but she kept her composure and reassured the child with a soft voice.

"It's okay, those boys are just my family and friends. You seem lonely, she took her other hand and lightly wrapped both around his, my name is Narii."

"I'm... Dhaari."

He was not very tall, maybe about Chinna's height but it was hard to tell his real age from the lack of babyfluff.

"Oh, but that rhymes!" She exclaimed, both of them chuckled a little from hearing the welcome coincidence.

"Look what pretty birds came out to play after the rains."

An alluring female voice came from the top of the stairs and Daya pulled back Narii at the last second.

They hadn't heard the door open and they hadn't noticed someone walking down the stairs to the cellar.

The person, seemingly meshed with the sealing, was now standing above them. She held up a dimly lit lantern with her left hand and at the same time her inhumanly tall proportions contracted as she slowly lowered her body. With one click she tilted her cloaked head towards them.

Before Dhruva even saw the features on her face she croaked out a shrill sound that bit their ears like chalk on a blackboard and spun around with impossible speed, slamming Dhaari's cage with something heavy, making the boy scream and cower.

The halls grew quiet as she unlocked the cage and pulled out one of the children inside. It was a girl.

The girl's eyes met with Dhruva's. In a split second they widened until the whites touched every side of her iris. She did not let go fighting the whole way she was dragged by her arm and she got what was coming. With a strike to her side she tumbled to the other edge if the chorridor and slammed into the pavement, shaking to try and get up. Banging on the door that she did not have the keys to. The cloaked demon grabbed her by the shoulder, digging deep with what seemed to be claws and the girl went limp, willingly being led to the outside.

11:45 pm

Dhruva's eyes met the eyes of the Black Swan and they held him there for a solid five seconds. Enough to plant the seeds of doubt in his mind.

Was he just discovered? Was it a look of contempt? A look of surprize? A look of dissapointment?

It made Dhruva insane.

11:50 pm

The girl had ben swallowed by the forest and was not making a single sound, confusing them as to where she was.

Then came the smell of smoke and the sound of a blade being drawn from it's sheath. The girl's screams pierced their eardrums and made their nerves writhe in terror. No one blinked or breathed. They all stared down at the dark floor as they pictured the horrible images in their minds. They couldn't help but feel their guilt and helplessness eat them up fom the inside.

The worst part happened in the middle of all this chaos. The girl gasped and then came a loud "crack". The sound of the bone breaking echoed through the cabin and her screams exploded into a melody of pure agony.

Dhruva keeled over in a spasm, hulking at the mere vision in his mind and puking anything he had left in his belly.

The witch chanted maniacally;

"The wail of a deer,

The rasp of a raven,

The howl of a wolf"

When silence came over them they could feel their hearts beating in their throats and their heads rung with fear Narii put a hand over her mouth and for the first time that night she let a teardrop fall to the floor.

11:54 pm

@vijayasena @boochhaan @mesimpleone @ronaldofandom @beingmes-blog @fangirlshrewt97 @ladydarkey @milla984 @minusculetony @rambheemlove @ramcharantitties @jjwolfesworld @umbrulla @badtabbywhitecat @gifseafins

My story for you @vijayasena , may the light shine again🤫🌠🌙

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

The Recital (Jasyasco-Vampire AU)

Here's the first installment of the Vampire AU! It's looking like vampire au's are making a bit of a come back, so here's my contribution! CW for Major Character Death at the very end (since the undead has to be you know...dead)

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Jasmine had a feeling of excitement and nervousness for the winter recital of the dance studio that evening. It was her first year teaching a dance class by herself, and her students had their first-ever performance in the recital. But she was not thinking of that at all, since she was waiting for two important guests to arrive.

Jasmine stood on her tip-toes, behind the table of parent volunteers selling door tickets in the lobby of the rented theater. She scanned the line of various families and other community members who awaited to see the recital. She heard a voice next to her in the crowded room "You know that they'll be here soon. you just have to be patient." Jasmine turned to see one of the other teachers at the studio, Rosé standing next to her.

"I know, but I just want to make sure they get here on time and get good seats." Jasmine continued to look through the crowd as she talked to her friend. She waved at a couple of parents of her students, but no sign of who she was looking for.

Rosé continued talking next to her "Hey, so me and a bunch of the other staff are going to have a sleepover at my family's cabin after the recital. If you want to go, you can ride with me since it's a little bit out of the city." the auburn-haired woman told her.

Jasmine glanced over at her, "Really? That sounds fun! Who's all going?"

"Well, it'll be us and-" she was interrupted when Jasmine spotted two tall women holding hands, walking into the lobby.

"I see them! I gotta go, bye!" Jasmine quickly left her friend and weaved through the crowd, making a beeline for her girlfriends. She saw that they noticed her getting through the line, and both smiled as she crash-landed into their arms.

"I'm so happy you guys made it!" Jasmine beamed as her head tilted up to kiss Bosco on her left, and then Daya to her right.

"Like this was hard to forget, you've been talking about this recital non-stop for two weeks," Bosco told her, as they all knew that was the truth.

"But your kids are going to do great tonight since they have the best dance teacher in the world." Daya beamed at her. "How are you feeling about tonight?" she asked Jasmine.

"I'm pretty excited and a little nervous for the performance tonight. But I'm hoping that tonight is unforgettable." She saw Bosco pointing to the back of the lobby and turned around to see the studio's lead ballet teacher, Camden, trying to wave Jasmine toward the back of the stage. She held her pointer finger to Camden and turned to face her girlfriends again. "I need to go help start warm-ups, but I'll see you two after the show?"

Bosco and Daya nodded and confirmed they will meet her outside after the recital is over. Jasmine hugged them again as a goodbye and felt both of them kiss her on the top of her head. "Bye, I love you both!" she smiled and spun on her heel to follow Camden through the door.

Bosco turned to Daya when the door shut behind Jasmine. "Do you think it's noticeable that I got lipstick in her hair?" She asked as she pulled a long blonde hair from her lips, now with a bright red mark running down the center.

Daya let out a small laugh "I think Jas has too much energy right now to notice it herself. Hopefully, Cam will take care of it for her."

The recital came and went, and all the numbers went flawlessly. During intermission, Bosco was able to sneak out to the drugstore across the street and buy a fresh rose bouquet with a small card attached to congratulate her. She and Daya waited outside the lobby, talking with the other straggling parents and partners of the dance studio staff, waiting for the staff to finish clearing out the theater. They both passed the time talking with Angeria as the three waited for their partners on the cold, December night.

They heard the stage door open from around the corner open, with a small group of dance teachers walking out, all carrying athletic duffel bags with them. They spotted Jasmine's dance bag in the crowd, bright blue and silver, with her initials embodied on, next to two small pins of a dragonfly and a bat. Jasmine walked closer and noticed the bouquet in Bosco's hands, and speed-walked up to her girlfriends. She hugged them both, as the bouquet was passed into her arms.

"You two got me flowers? That's so sweet of you!" she took the card and flipped it open, reading the message before kissing both of her girlfriends, one after the other.

"Your girls did so well in their number, they have the best teacher." Daya smiled at her, feeling proud of Jasmine for her accomplishment of the night.

"Yeah, they did great, especially since this was their first performance," Bosco added, wrapping an arm around Jasmine's waist.

The group noticed another dance teacher walk up to them, putting a hand on Jasmine's shoulder to get her attention.

"Hey Jasmine, are you still coming to the sleepover tonight?" Rosé asked her.

Jasmine looked at her friend, after being reminded about the conversation from before. "Oh, right! Yeah, I still want to go, it sounds like fun." She looked to her partners. "I forgot to tell you two about the sleepover at Rosé’s tonight, but I think a lot of the other staff are going too. Is it okay with you if I go tonight?"

Bosco and Daya looked at each other and nodded at Jasmine. "Yeah, of course, you can go. Do you have everything you need or do we need to drop some stuff off for you?" Bosco asked her.

Jasmine thought for a second, going through a mental checklist. She shook her head "I have a change of clothes in my bag, a phone charger, and my estrogen shot I need to take in the morning. I don't think I need anything from the apartment." She looked down at the roses in her arms, and added "Oh, can one of you please put these in water for me when you get home?"

The two nodded at her, and Daya took the roses back from Jasmine. "Okay, if you're sure that you got everything. We'll see you in the morning then?"

Rosé answered for Jasmine, "Of course, I'll be sure to bring her back in one piece, I promise." She laughed jokingly, luckily the others laughed with her.

Jasmine hugged both of her girlfriends goodbye, and let them both kiss her as well. "I'll see you two in the morning, okay? If I need anything, I'll text one of you. I love you two. Bye!" Jasmine waved as she followed Rosé to her car in the parking lot of the theater.

Bosco and Daya waved back, before turning to the direction of their apartment, walking down the sidewalk hand-in-hand. "I bet you that she'll forget something before midnight," Bosco said to Daya as they got out of earshot.

Daya shook her head, "Have you seen inside her dance bag? She's got practically everything in that thing. I'm pretty sure she could live the rest of her life from that just bag." Daya joked as the two laughed together. "How about since Jasmine is gone for the night, we have a Saw marathon tonight? We never get to watch anything horror when we have our scaredy-cat girlfriend at home."

"You drive a hard bargain, Betty. It's a deal."

Jasmine looked at the time on the radio display of Rosé's car. They had been driving for about an hour, and the other vehicles on the road have lessened the further out they drove. She checked her phone and noticed that there was no cell phone service available either. Rosé’s voice next to her pulled her from her thoughts.

"We'll be at the cabin soon. It's a little far out of cell phone reception, I forgot to mention that earlier." She explained to Jasmine.

The car soon pulled into a gravel driveway leading up to an old cabin. Jasmine looked around once she got out of the car, and asked "Where's everyone else? I thought you said the other dance teachers would be here." She followed Rosé into the cabin, walking into the living room.

"Oh, we won't have to worry about them. They're going to be fine." Rosé said as she set down her bag on the couch and walked to the other side of the room to turn on the lights. Jasmine looked around the room, noticing how bare the room felt, only a decorative mirror was hung on the wall.

"Are you sure? They might get lost trying to find their way here." Jasmine put her bag on a reclining chair, turning to look out the window.

Rosé walked up behind her, "Oh, I wouldn't worry about them if I were you." Her ice-cold hands reached up to Jasmine's neck, resting on both sides of her head. Jasmine looked in the mirror, suddenly frozen in fear. The last thing she saw was her reflection staring back at her.

But Rosé’s reflection was nowhere to be seen.

SNAP

Jasmine's lifeless body collapsed to the floor, unmoving. Rosé kneeled over the body, moving the clothes from the neck. She felt her fangs protrude from the rest of her teeth, as the hard part of her job was over.

Now she can finally feed.

#vampire au #jasyasco #rpdr fanfiction #rpdr s14 #my fics #my writing #rupauls drag race #cw major character death #jasmine kennedie #Bosco #daya betty #drag race #rpdr

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

Very secret anon here! Would you write

“it’s not much, but i got you this.”

for dayasco? I deserve a gift this valentines day😌

I know I’m late with these but to be fair I was already late when I posted the prompts so I guess that checks out huh. But yeah, it’s midnight and I’m listening to Lana deal rey and it’s got me y e a r n i n g so let’s get at these Valentine’s blurbs, shall we? Thank you, super secret anon, for this little ask! I als slightly altered the wording of the prompt, but it’s still the same theme!

College was hard. Classes started early in the morning, ended way too late and still left so much to work up and study for, it kind of felt illegal. Once Daya finally got ahead of her assignments, or at least didn’t completely drown in them, bills and fees crept up on her, forcing her to spend what little time of her day wasn’t occupied by studies and formulas to be spent in the stinky little Starbucks just off campus, working her ass off for a minimum wage. More often than not, the moment she got home, Daya simply collapsed in bed. And often, Bosco wasn’t even home yet. Her server job kept her occupied far into the night, so usually she’d sneak in on her tiptoes as the clock switched from pm to am, crawling into bed and snuggling up to Daya, whose sleeping form rarely stirred before dawn.

To say they didn’t get to spend as much time together as they wish they could was an understatement. And even though Daya made sure to keep Bosco entertained at work, sending stupid memes or salty commentary on her co workers idiocy her way, it just wasn’t the type of romance they’d pictured for themselves when they had moved off campus and into their tiny studio apartment together.

And sadly, Valentine’s Day was no different. Daya came home around nine, dropped a bag of Bagels and muffins into the fridge for tomorrow, took out whatever leftovers she could find and threw them into the microwave. Dinner in bed, an episode of Game of Thrones (the good seasons, duh) on her Laptop, a quick shower, checking on the laundry and her schedule for tomorrow, lights off, right to bed. Her back hurt bad today, and her legs were sore from standing behind a counter for hours, fake smiling at every stupid student coming in.

Four hours later, the door creaked open again. Bosco tiptoed inside, dropping her shoes and bag at the entrance, creeping over to the bathroom to quickly change into one of Daya’s shirts, wipe their face, and then tiptoe over to the bed.

But as she settled down beside her girlfriends body tonight, she felt Daya’s body shift behind her. Long, warm arms wrapped around her from behind, pressing Bosco‘s back up against Daya‘s front, the taller girl nose buried in her dark hair, taking in her scent. Bosco chuckled in surprise, a little giggle following when she felt Daya’s lips against her neck, featherlight kisses all over her skin.

„Hi“, her voice was husky, still full of sleep. Bosco was surprised she was awake at allem usually nothing could interrupt Daya’s slumber. Her next words however gave an explanation. „Happy Valentines Day.“

Again, Bosco couldn’t help the giggle that escaped their throat, turning around in Daya’s embrace. There were dark circles under her girlfriend’s eyes, lids heavy with sleep. They couldn’t help but smile at the sight, connecting their lips in a gentle kiss.

„That was yesterday, Daya. It’s 1 am.“ Bosco’s tone was playful, but Daya’s brows still knit together in offense.

„Fuck off“, she grumbled, pushing herself away from Bosco and onto her elbows. One hand disappeared behind her, the sound of nails scratching wood as she scrambled through her bedside table. „Got you something.“ Finally, her hand came to a halt and she turned back around to face Bosco, some small object hidden in her closed fist. „I know its not much, but it made me think of you. I’m sorry I didnt have time to wrap it…“

Before Daya got to say anything else, Bosco grabber her hand, their head slightly shaking. „Just shut up and show me!“

So Daya opened her fist. Her fingers revealed a small, silver shining ring, made to resemble a set of vampire teeth, with a set of long, sharp fangs. Bosco’s fingers found the little object, holding it up for closer inspection. It was heavier than it looked, but the feeling of the slight weight in her hand was nice.

„It’s real gunmetal“, Daya explained, watching Bosco smile at the little object. „I know a ring might be a little much, don’t read into it too much, I just really couldn’t help myself.“

Once again, Bosco shook her head, silencing Daya in the process. She slipped the ring onto her right middle finger, holding the hand up to marvel at the perfectly fitting ring. „Daya“, she whispered, turning to face the blonde girl. „It’s perfect.“

Their newly accessorised hand found Daya’s cheek, pulling her in for another kiss. „And don’t worry, maybe I’ll marry you once you’re a loaded biologist. For now, this is perfect. Absolutely perfect.“

#super secret anon #dayasco #berry‘s writings

[thecollectionsof]

dayasco + “what did you just say?”

it's a long one for you this time as a sorry for making you wait!! anyways it's a secret admirer college au oops <3

“What did you just say?”

Shit. 

“Gotta go, love you, bye!” She hangs up the phone without letting Crystal get another word in, then slowly turns her body from the position she was in, reclining on her bed, towards the new voice. And there they are, arms crossed as they lean against the door frame, one brow cocked. 

“Bosco! I, uh—”

“No, say that again. I wanna make sure I heard you right.” They’re still leveling her with that same stare, and Daya can’t help the way her shoulders shrink. She can’t glean anything from her expression. She’s terrified.

“I… was joking?” she tries.

“You weren’t,” Bosco hits back immediately. 

Daya sighs. This is not at all how she wanted this to go, not anything like she’d planned. She should’ve known to be more careful talking about stuff like this, especially when she gave Bosco the key to her apartment and told her that she could “just come in anytime”. 

She’s never regretted that more than she does right now. 

“Well?”

“I told Crystal that I was going to leave a flower with the next note to you because I thought you’d like it.” She looks at anything but Bosco, gazing intently at the pillow beside her as if it could hide her from Bosco’s gaze. 

“As in, you left the notes? Every single one?” 

Daya shrinks into herself even more at the clarifying question. What’s she supposed to do? She’s been leaving the notes for months, all of them containing the things she wishes she could say to them that make it obvious that Daya likes them more than platonically. 

It started small, as these things often tend to start. Little notes left in her bag complementing her wheezing laugh, or her eyes, or the way she rolls her eyes when fucking Dylan opens his mouth to “play devil’s advocate” in every single one of their Queer History classes—why he took the class in the first place is something they were both still trying to figure out. 

But then she couldn’t help but write more, complimenting the way she spoke when she was passionate or the way her face would say what everyone else was thinking when she was fed up with fucking Dylan again. She would write notes confessing to each and every thought of hers—those that didn’t sound too weird, at least—and slip in into her bag or onto her desk during Queer History, and in one case she even had a friend help her do it when she wasn’t there to avoid suspicion. And it had worked perfectly, until she had to go and fuck it up by talking about it.

“Yeah,” she admits, subdued and cautious, “I left them. Every single one.”

Bosco moves, but Daya can’t see how, too busy staring at the pillow. 

“Daya.” She must take another step closer to her, because she’s blocking some of the light of her lamp. It’s darker. “Daya, look at me, baby.”

Baby.

Daya’s head moves to look up at her almost of its own volition, bolstered on by the pet name. It wasn’t uncommon for them to use pet names for each other, but she wouldn’t use one if she was mad at Daya. Right?

She sits on the bed in front of her, putting one hand on her leg, “God, Daya, I’m so fucking glad it was you.” Bosco’s looking at her hopefully, but takes pity on her when she gets nothing but an uncomprehending look in response. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you since the first day of class. Do you know how hard it was to get these beautifully romantic notes from a secret admirer and trying to work myself up to tell them that ‘your dream date for the two of us sounds perfect but I have someone in mind already’?”

Oh.

Oh.

Bosco liked her back. Bosco thought the date that she’d detailed in one of her last notes was perfect. Bosco was going to turn down the secret admirer for her. 

Bosco was watching her, one hand still on her thigh as her thumb rubbed back and forth soothingly. She knew just what Daya needed, and Daya liked her so much for it.

“You like…” me? The notes? Daya knew what she wanted to know but didn’t know how to ask.

“Yeah, baby. I like you, I like the notes, I like every single thing you wrote for me.”

“Okay,” Daya says. And then she blinks, then blinks again. What are you supposed to do now? She confessed and it went nothing like how she planned. Bosco likes her back, and now they’re sitting on the bed together. So what now?

“Y’know, you did say that you’d love to kiss me to see what chapstick I’m wearing. And I put on chapstick, so…” Bosco nudges, and for the first time that conversation she looks flustered. It’s cute. She wants to kiss her.

So she does. She surges forward, knocking their noses together as she connects their lips. She can smell Bosco’s perfume, or maybe it’s her hair? Bosco, to her credit, grabs Daya as she goes to pull away and brings her in again.

“You didn’t kiss me enough. I’ve been waiting months for this, you’re not done,” she says against Daya’s lips as they go in for another kiss. It’s achingly sweet, as if both of them were saying finally, finally, finally. 

When they pull away, Bosco’s face breaks into a smirk. Daya can’t help but smile back, happy and overwhelmed and ecstatic and pleased. 

“Was getting all those notes worth it?” she asks, and Bosco snorts. 

“You’re such a bitch! I really thought Jasmine was leaving them!” Bosco says, shoving her playfully as she lets out a wheezing laugh. Daya can’t help but grin.

“I got her to help me so you wouldn’t catch on,” she admits. It’s easy to talk about it now that Bosco knows, even if it still makes her cheeks heat up a bit in embarrassment. “We may argue a lot, but she’s like a sister to me. A little, bratty, loud, not-Crystal sister. She said that she’d help as long as she was invited to the wedding, so… it was a good deal for me.”

“Idiot. You’re an idiot.” Bosco’s beaming, a wider smile on her face now than she’d ever seen her sport before. They lean over and kiss her again, and again, and again. “You’re so stupid and I like you so much.”

#anon #prompts! #gi writing? it's more likely than you think #dayasco

[camdenspice]

better company

hiii here's camgeria as a treat for miss camdens bday<3 v dialogue heavy and also not proofread i apologise in advance

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Three hours. That’s how long the woman with the corner table has been sitting alone, and how long Angeria has been trying not to stare at her. Three slow, painful hours of the woman picking up her phone and putting it back down again and purposefully avoiding eye contact with the increasingly exhausted staff. 

Angeria doesn’t know how many times she and her coworkers have gone over to her table, tight smiles on their faces, and asked if she was ready to order. Each time, they would receive the same reply in a polite, English voice: “Oh, no, thank you. I’m waiting for someone.”

With closing time swiftly approaching, and no other customers left in the restaurant, Angeria (and anyone with a brain) can confidently say that this someone is decidedly not going to show. The woman, however, has not budged from her seat. 

Her insistence on waiting around for what feels like forever isn’t the only reason Angeria finds it hard to look away, though. 

She’s also horrendously gorgeous. 

Long, blonde hair that falls over her shoulders in waves. Eyes that feel like they’re piercing Angeria’s soul whenever (to Angeria’s utter embarrassment) accidental eye contact is made. Toned leg peeking through the slit in her black dress that is doing wonders for her figure. 

Angeria wonders who on Earth would stand someone like that up, besides a person with no eyes or something. 

“This is torture,” a voice mutters by Angeria’s ear, startling her out of her thoughts. She turns to see Willow has sidled up beside her, hair falling out of her bun and chewing on her cheek. Her eyes bounce in the direction of the corner table and back, as if Angeria needs any hints to what she’s talking about.

“Tell me about it,” Angeria sighs. She turns her head to look again. The woman is staring out of the floor-to-ceiling window beside her, twirling her hair between her fingers. “You have to admire the dedication, though.”

“The delusion, more like,” Daya huffs, sliding into the conversation with her coworkers. “Like, come on, surely she knows they’re not showing.” She cleans the inside of a wine glass with unnecessary aggression.

Willow smirks at her. “You’re just mad we can’t close up early, so you have to wait longer to see Bosco.” 

“Yeah, I am,” Daya concedes, scowling at the woman keeping her from getting home to her girlfriend. Suddenly, she puts the glass and rag down. “This is ridiculous. I’m going over.”

Angeria grabs her arm before she can stomp off. “Absolutely not. Do you want to get written up for making a customer cry again?”

“That was literally one time–”

“I’ll go,” Angeria says firmly. Daya rolls her eyes, but picks the glass back up when Angeria lets go of her arm. 

“Fine, but don’t do your southern-hospitality shtick. I’m tired and cranky and need to go home.”

Angeria smacks the back of Daya’s head as she passes her. “It’s not a shtick, it’s my natural charm,” she says, making Willow laugh as she makes her way out the side of the bar and towards the corner table.

Once she’s approached the table, Angeria waits for the woman to acknowledge her presence. She’s still staring outside, foot tapping rhythmically against the floor. Angeria hesitates for a second before laying a hand on her shoulder and softly saying, “Ma’am?”

The woman instantly whips her head around like she’s been shocked. Her clear, blue eyes dart around for a second before looking up to meet Angeria’s brown ones. Angeria feels her face go hot at the eye contact, and she takes a step backwards.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

The woman blinks for a second before seemingly composing herself. “It’s okay. Just lost in thought,” she says, accompanied with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes.

Angeria feels a wave of pity rush through her. She points to the empty chair across from the woman. “Mind if I sit?”

“Not at all,” the woman replies.

Angeria pulls the wooden chair out and settles down onto it. “I’m Angie,” she says, inwardly cringing at herself when she awkwardly reaches a hand across the table. The woman doesn’t appear to notice, politely shaking her hand. 

“Camden,” she replies. Angie pulls her hand away and, to her embarrassment, realises how sweaty it is. Why am I sweating? Why am I so nervous? This is ridiculous. I should just tell this lady - Camden - that we’re closing and she needs to leave. 

Instead, she tilts her head and rests her chin in her hand. “So,” she says, “date stood you up?”

Excellent tact, Angie.

Camden smiles wryly. “How could you tell?” The smile then slips away, and her entire face falls. She groans loudly and puts her head in her hands. “I look like such a fucking idiot, right?”

“No!” Angeria says quickly. Maybe a little too quickly, judging by Camden groaning even louder and covering her face. 

“Fucking hell, what a waste,” Camden says. It comes out muffled through her hands. When she raises her head up, Angeria sees mascara running down her cheeks. She hurriedly grabs one of the napkins on the table and hands it to Camden, who thanks her faintly and dabs at her tears. 

“Hey,” Angeria leans forward and takes one of Camden’s hands. She notes that they’re freshly manicured. “Hey, listen. You’re not the idiot here, yeah? Whoever didn’t show is.” 

Camden looks at her through wet eyelashes. Her hand grips Angeria’s a little tighter. “You’re sweet,” she sniffles, “but you know I look stupid. You all do. The way you’ve all been looking at me the entire evening makes that clear.” The words are biting, but her tone is soft, almost embarrassed.

“I’m sorry,” Angeria winces. “We were mainly just… confused.”

“No, no, I get it,” Camden sighs, slipping her hand out of Angeria’s and using it to play with the ends of her hair. “I would be, too. I just thought… Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I should get out of your hair.”

Even though this was the entire purpose of talking to her, Angeria shakes her head emphatically. “No, it’s okay. Closing isn’t for another few minutes, Daya’s just cranky.”

Camden raises an eyebrow. “Is that the tall one who’s been staring me down?”

“Yes. Please excuse her, she has no home training.” Camden huffs out a laugh at that, and Angeria smiles. “Besides, you look like you could use someone to talk to.”

Camden wipes her eyes, further smearing her mascara, and half-heartedly grins at Angeria. “You’re cute.” Angeria flushes and looks down at the table. There’s a comfortable silence that follows, only permeated by the sounds of quiet sniffling.

Suddenly, Camden bursts into loud, raucous laughter. Angeria’s eyes widen, and she looks frantically to her coworkers still standing behind the bar, both of whom seem just as alarmed as she is at this potential psychiatric break. Angeria turns back to Camden, who is now laughing so hard that she’s banging the table with her hand. 

Angeria sits and watches for a minute, a little scared to interject in case this really is a psychiatric break, until Camden finally starts to calm down, her laughter turning into little giggles. 

“Do you know-” she gasps out, apparently unpetured by Angeria’s obvious confusion, “-what day it is?”

“Uh… Tuesday?” Angeria answers, which makes Camden giggle again. Angeria does not appreciate how that sound makes her heart start racing. 

“Well, yes, I suppose,” Camden says, “but it’s actually my birthday.”

Angeria’s eyes widen. “Oh. Uh, happy birthday.”

Camden smiles at her warmly. “Thank you. But, yeah, it’s my birthday, and instead of going out with my friends and get absolutely pissed and taking photos looking like a hot slut, I made plans with someone who stood me up. On my fucking birthday.” She throws her hands up in exasperation. “Do you see why I was so hesitant to leave? ‘Cause, like, hello, it’s my birthday. Who stands someone up on their birthday?

“Say birthday one more time.”

“Birthday,” Camden laughs, appreciating the lighthearted interruption.

Angeria shakes her head sympathetically. “I’m sorry, sugar. They’re a piece of shit.”

Camden leans back into her chair and crosses her arms. “Serves me right, I guess. I can’t seem to pick people who aren’t pieces of shit.” She points at her scalp. “I bleached my hair for this girl who hated my natural colour. We weren’t even dating - it was a situationship at best - but she ended up making me so insecure about it that I bleach my hair all the time now.”

“That’s awful,” Angeria scoffs. “I’m sure your natural colour is fine.”

“It’s ginger,” Camden says, pulling a face.

“I love gingers,” Angeria says sincerely.

There’s a pause as Angeria realises what she’s said. One corner of Camden’s mouth lifts into a smirk. “Really?” she says teasingly, starting to twirl her hair with her fingers again.

Somehow, Angeria finds her voice. “Yeah,” she replies, trying not to look as flustered as she feels. “Love ‘em.”

Camden bites her lip in what appears to be an attempt to keep from smiling too wide. “Interesting. You know, I’m into darker hair myself.”

“Really?”

“Really. And accents. Thick accents.”

Angeria cannot believe this beautiful woman is flirting with her, but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t grab her chance. “That’s so crazy, I was just about to say the same thing.” Camden does that little giggle again, and Angeria is surprised she hasn’t melted into a puddle on the floor for Willow to mop up. “I’m also famously not a piece of shit,” she adds. 

“Hm. Sounds like I should just date someone like you, then.”

“Sounds like you should.”

They are swiftly interrupted by keys slamming onto the table. Angeria looks up to see Daya towering over her, her eyebrows raised so far up her forehead Angeria was afraid they might disappear into her hairline. “What did I say about the southern-hospitality shtick?”

Angeria’s cheeks burn red, and she swats at Daya, who skillfully dodges it. “I do not–”

“Whatever,” Daya sticks her tongue out at her. “Willow and I are going. You’re in charge of closing.” She turns to Camden and nods sympathetically. “Sorry about your night, dude.”

“It’s cool. I found better company anyway,” Camden grins, winking at Angeria. Daya smirks at her blushing friend before making her way towards the door where Willow is waiting, a knowing smile on her face. They call out their goodbyes, the door closes, and Angeria and Camden are alone.

“I should go,” Camden sighs, turning her phone on to check the time. From her upside-down view, Angeria can see her lock screen is Camden and another girl with a giant smile in what appears to be a dance studio. Camden slips her phone into the handbag that had been lying by the side of her chair and stands up, Angeria following her movements.

Camden slings the strap of her bag over her shoulder and beams at Angeria. The smudged mascara around her eyes makes her slightly insane, but Angeria can hardly mind when Camden steps forward and cups Angeria’s cheek with her hand. 

“Thank you,” Camden says quietly. “You made this birthday so much better than it would have been otherwise.” She leans in and plants a kiss on Angeria’s cheek. It’s a gesture so soft, so tender, and Angeria knows she’s utterly fucked. 

Camden steps back, shoots her another smile, and starts to walk towards the door. Fueled by nothing but desperation to keep Camden close to her, and maybe also a little horniness, Angeria turns around and grabs onto Camden’s wrist.

“Wait,” she urges. Camden blinks at her owlishly as she drops her wrist and runs behind the bar. Once she’s grabbed her bag, Angeria rushes back to where Camden has obediently waited. She nabs the keys Daya had left for her and, meeting Camden’s gaze, manages to blurt out, “What if I could make your birthday even better?”

Camden’s eyes widen in excitement. “And how would you go about doing that?” 

In lieu of answering, Angeria takes her hand and leads her towards the door. Camden steps out into the warm August night as Angeria turns off the lights and follows her. As she’s locking the door, Angeria feels arms wrap around her waist and a voice say, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Well,” Angeria smiles, “you could come home with me and find out.”

A brief pause.

“Sounds good to me.”

#first like. proper fic ive shared everyone clap #did not proofread btw am fuckin tired #this is kind of meet ugly #happy birthday cam #rpdr s14 #lady camden #angeria paris vanmicheals #camgeria #might write a part 2 Eyes Emoji

[slafkovskyhughes]

Juno, Chapter 2

Well here it is my dudes - part 2! Sorry to say there's pretty much no Lukey in this chapter BUT major storyline stuff sooo enjoy!

Venus was confused all the way home. Even listening to her favourite compilation of Fleetwood Mac and David Bowie couldn't calm her down. She had thought her conversation with Luke was going well, a naturally flirty chemistry falling between them. If not for the note he left behind, Venus might have thought she imagined the entire encounter.

When she arrived home, Venus was met with near silence.

"Hello?" she called, nerves settling in. She heard a faint in here, following the sound to the kitchen, where she was met with her long time best friend and roommate Daya.

"Hey, how was everything?" Venus asked, concerned for her friend. Daya provided a tired smile.

"You know what he's like. It's hard for him, V, and he tries his best," Daya replied. Venus simply nodded, before turning down the hallway toward the bedroom down the hall. She stopped at a grey door, a small beam of dim light shining through the crack underneath. She smiled to herself before twisting the brass knob slowly, trying to avoid making a sound.

The room she had entered was small, each of the four walls painted navy, maize or orange, with posters adorning them. the biggest poster was framed, a photo of the 2021 US World Juniors Team celebrating their gold medal.

Below the poster lay a small bed, the bedding orange with Wild Wing of the Anaheim Ducks printed across. And in the bed, sat a little boy.

"Why aren't you sleeping, bud?" Venus asked, eyeing the boy disapprovingly. He just poured back up at her, replying "Auntie Daya said you'd be back soon. I knew you'd came see me, and I wanted to see you."

Venus sighed, making her way over to the small figure. His small face was undoubtedly similar to hers, the freckles, the rosy cheeks. Ears slightly too big for his head jutted out the sides, the tips of which were slightly burnt. The only obvious difference between the two, was the boy's unruly brown mop atop his head, tight ringlets falling over his forehead.

"Well, baby. I'm here now. Wanna tell me what you did with Auntie Daya today?"

The boy grinned and launched into waffle, from talking about the chocolate chip pancakes he had for breakfast to the new episode of Paw Patrol he watched before bed time. Venus stared at the boy lovingly, breaking out of her trance when she saw him wave his wrist in front of her eyes.

"-and look! Auntie Daya got me a wristband! And it's got my name on it, and things about me! I love it!" he rushed out, his entire face lighting up at the gift. Venus gently grasped his left wrist, carefully moving back his orange watch to read the blue and yellow band.

Juno Ardern

09.09.2018

I have ASD and ADHD, so please be patient!

Venus looked again at the little boy, and the pride written across his face. "Auntie Daya says this is how people know I'm a superhero, but I think she was just being nice. I know I'm not like Harry Potter, but maybe I can come here instead of Hogwarts!"

She laughed a little at his enthusiasm, but nonetheless was blown away by by the four year old's eloquence and ambition.

"Okay, baby, time for bed now. For real, this time," Venus told him, poking the tip of his nose and making him giggle. He clambered back under the covers and patted around him, feeling for his beloved toy. Picking it up off the floor, Venus placed the large bald eagle stuffy in his arms, placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

"You gotta kiss Lukey goodnight, too momma," the boy scolded, reaching up to Venus. Giggling quietly, Venus gave the eagle a small peck, too, before tucking in the boy and wrapping him up tight.

"Night night, Juno. I love you to the moon and Saturn," she whispered, switching off the bedside lamp.

"Night, momma. I love you 3000," he replied, drowsiness lacing his voice.

As Venus went to finally get ready for bed, she felt the crumpled up not in her pocket from Luke. Smiling for the umpteenth time that night, she shot him a message, falling asleep shortly after.

To Hughesy 🦅

I guess it really was a phenomena, huh?

#ren writes #umich hockey #lukey hughesy #luke hughes #luke hughes x oc #luke hughes fic

[rosenallies]

this might make u regret asking for prompts, but if ur down, I would absolutely love some rough jasya hatefucking 👀

Alexa play hatefuck by cruelyouth <3

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One hand boxing her in against the wall, Daya used her other to grab roughly onto Jasmine’s wrist, a snarl in her voice as she brought Jasmine’s hand in between her legs, letting her fingers ghost over the hard bulge of a strap in her pants.

“Do you feel that? I knew I’d have to put you in your place today,” she growled, close to Jasmine’s ear, sending chills down her spine.

Jasmine cocked an eyebrow. “Cocky. As if you’re not the one who keeps coming back to me again and again.”

“Just because you have a little problem shutting your mouth.”

Rolling her eyes, Jasmine pushed back against Daya, peeling off her own dress and crawling to the middle of the bed. She stared back at Daya silently, expectantly even; willing her to make the next move.

“Well, don’t just stare, do something.”

As soon as Jasmine spoke, Daya snapped herself out of it, pulling her gaze from traveling up Jasmine’s long legs, across the rest of her bare body, Daya’s brain empty at the sight.

Just as quickly as she had come to, Daya peeled off her shirt and pants, letting Jasmine do the staring this time around, specially on the bulge in Daya’s panties, the strap she’d worn straining the lacy black fabric.

“Are you done?” Daya taunted, crawling up Jasmine’s body, setting over her with a leg slotted in between hers, far enough that she’d feel it but not close enough for her to grind down on.

“Just shut up and fuck me already.”

Daya held herself up with one arm, biceps flexing, other hand wrapped around Jasmine’s slender neck, squeezing lightly. “Don’t talk back, slut, you’re lucky I even give you the time of day.”

Jasmine scoffed. “You’re the lucky one.”

Sliding her hand up Jasmine’s neck, Daya cupped her chin, long fingers sliding behind Jasmine’s lips and gagging her slightly.

“Pathetic,” Daya sneered, “now are you gonna shut the fuck up so I can fuck you? Or do I need to gag you the entire time?”

Jasmine sputtered around her fingers, drool dribbling from her chin.

“Oh? You want me to keep gagging you? Sounds good to me.”

Daya removed her fingers for a moment, taking a moment to rid herself of her panties, stroking over the head of the strap. She lubed herself up, lining herself up with Jasmine’s entrance.

“Needy bitch,” Daya mumbled when Jasmine whined as she pushed into her. “Looks like I do have to gag you the entire time.”

Not having the hands to reach over to the drawer, Daya grabbed her t-shirt that had been discarded next to them. She balled it up and shoved part of it into Jasmine’s mouth, admiring her work.

“There, that should keep you quiet.”

Jasmine could only moan around it when Daya got back to the task at hand, slowly bottoming out and then pulling back in.

She slowly but surely gained speed, movements sloppy and rough by the time Jasmine was red in the face, holding in her orgasm as best she could until Daya jeered at her for being so close so quickly, but allowing her to cum anyway. With impossible stamina, Daya fucked her though it and then one more orgasm, leaving Jasmine with tears rolling down her cheeks as she spit out the gag and Daya pulled out, flopping next to her.

“God, I hate you,” Jasmine muttered breathlessly.

Daya laughed to herself. “I hate you way more.”

#daya stays strapped up #sigh I wanna **** *** ** *** #no one ask me why I’m writing smut at 1am u know why #sorry if this is bad I’m high and ***** #prompt request #jasya

[so-art-decooo]

Omg… continue me thinks

As you wish, dear anon ;)) heres the smutty continuation of this dayasco college roommates au prompt

*smut warning*

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“I thought you’d never ask.”

All the time Bosco spent avoiding Daya in fear of this exact situation was spent in vain. Denying it any longer would be pointless. Bosco drank up every inch of her like she’d never get the chance to again. She breathed in her scent and kissed her soft skin, letting her lips and teeth graze and suck, eager hands roaming anywhere they could reach.

Daya completely surrendered to Bosco’s touch. She had been wanting this since she and Bosco met, to feel their lips on hers, to touch them in ways she’d only imagined about. Having it happen in real life still felt like it was straight out of a dream.

“I can’t wait to ruin you,” Bosco growled into her chest as her nips and licks moved lower on Daya’s body.

“Please,” rasped Daya, lust dripping in her voice.

Daya tugged at Bosco’s t-shirt before she could get any lower, to which the other girl raised her arms and let Daya pull it over her head.

Daya’s hands immediately reached for Bosco’s chest when they revealed that they had no bra on, letting her thumbs gently brush over their nipples. Bosco inhaled sharply at the sudden feeling, eyes flicking shut as they pulled Daya in for another searing kiss, letting the taller girl’s hands continue to roam.

Bosco reached behind Daya to unclasp her bra and toss it to the floor. She wasted no time leaning down to take one of her tits in her mouth, sucking a purple mark into its side. Daya’s hand wove into the back of Bosco’s head, pushing her further in.

“Fuck,” Daya hissed, “I’ve thought about doing this for so long.”

Bosco perked up at the confession. “Oh really?” She asked mischievously, replacing her mouth with her hand. “What exactly have you thought about?”

“I-I’ve been thinking about you. I’ve been trying to get your attention since we moved in together.”

Bosco smirked against her skin and pinched down hard on one of her nipples as she continued kissing down her body. Daya gasped. “Go on.”

“It's been torture having to live with you when all I can think about is your hands on me. What you’d look like between my legs. Fuck, please, Bosco.”

Bosco hooked her fingers under Daya’s lacy thong and slid it down her long legs, joining the rest of their clothes in the pile on the floor. She laid down at the end of the small bed to hook Daya’s thighs over her shoulders.

“I’ve been thinking about you for a long time too, I can hardly control myself around you,” Bosco remarked before taking a long and slow lick into Daya, making her shutter.

“You taste so good,” Bosco hummed, lapping up her wetness.

“My god, Bosco…” Daya moaned.

Daya writhed under their grasp but was held down by the firm grip on her hips. One hand was gripping onto Bosco’s dark hair and the other was tangled into her own. Watching them look up at her from between her thighs was nothing short of sinful, it made her head spin.

Bosco worked over her in steady motions, gradually picking up the pace with her tongue. She relished in drawing out the whines that came from her lips, driving Daya crazy when she gently flicked her clit with the tip of her tongue.

“I love hearing those sounds you make for me,” Bosco purred.

“Mmm, feels so good,” Daya drawled.

Bosco wrapped her lips around her clit and started sucking, making Daya’s hips buck into her mouth, letting out a strangled moan.

“Jesus fuck, Bosco,” Daya cried, her grip getting tighter on the back of Bosco’s head. “Just like that, d-don’t stop, fuck.”

Bosco kept eating her out, not daring to pause or slow down. Daya looked delectable from her view—head thrown back, one hand clutching at her chest, and rolling her hips as she got closer to her release.

Daya glanced back down between her legs, and when she made eye contact with Bosco who was looking back up at her with pure desire, it made her lose it. Her orgasm crashed over her hard, moaning unrestrainedly and legs shaking as she came under Bosco’s tongue. Bosco licked and sucked her through it, making sure not to waste a drop.

When she finished and started to get overstimulated, she pushed Bosco away and pulled them back up for a rough kiss, moaning softly when she tasted herself on their tongue.

“Was that good?” Bosco mumbled into Daya’s mouth.

“So fucking good,” she answered between huffs, still trying to catch her breath.

Daya’s hands wandered as they continued to kiss languidly, reaching down to feel up Bosco, wanting to return the favor.

Bosco inhaled sharply when she felt fingers running gently between her legs, the sudden contact taking her by surprise. Daya smirked knowingly into their kiss, especially when Bosco’s hips started rolling into her hand.

“Now let me make you feel good,” Daya rasped. Bosco nodded wordlessly.

She moved her hand lower, teasing Bosco’s entrance with the tips of her fingers before slipping one in. Bosco moaned as her eyes fluttered shut, already feeling the pleasure wash over her, clouding her mind.

“Fuck, Daya,” they hissed when she started pumping in and out slowly. “More.”

Daya followed their demand, immediately adding a second digit. Bosco started to ride Daya’s fingers and roll their hips into her hand, using it for their own pleasure.

“Mmm yes, fuck,” Bosco moaned, holding on around Daya’s shoulders for stability.

Daya felt intoxicated by Bosco’s sounds and the feeling of them around her fingers. She loved seeing them fall apart above her.

Bosco’s mouth fell open when she started bouncing her hips faster on Daya’s fingers, her breathing quickening. Daya curled them slightly inside her, pressing against the spot that drove Bosco insane, making her face contort. She let out a broken sound, letting Daya know she was on target. Daya let out a moan herself from the sight alone.

“You like watching me fuck myself on you?” Bosco asked Daya as her hips kept thrusting, “Feels so good.”

Daya barely managed to give a nod in her daze, too focused on getting Bosco off. She moved her hand faster, making Bosco grow louder.

“I’m gonna cum, god, Daya,” Bosco moaned as she came around Daya’s fingers. Her hips jerked and twitched as she rode out her high, Daya’s hand meeting her motions to ease her down from the intensity of her orgasm.

“My god,” Bosco panted as her hips slowed, her forehead resting on Daya's shoulder as she recovered.

“Are you okay?” asked Daya once Bosco had rolled off her and laid next to her on their small dorm bed.

Bosco smiled giddily and brought her in for a slow and gentle kiss, “I’m great,” she assured when they pulled away.

“We should have done that so much sooner,” Daya chuckled.

“Ugh, cheesy,” Bosco scoffed playfully, making Daya laugh, “but you’re right, we really should have.”

#smut #prompt request #dayasco #bosco #daya betty #anon #asks #i hope this satisfies the thirst lol #one shot

[moonshotsx]

pirate au dayasco, but it's their first meeting

this is set around the time when bosco is 17 and daya is 15, hope you all enjoy it 💕

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Daya ran as fast as she could, clutching to the gold coins she had stolen from the street corner store.

She knew that if they got her now, she was guaranteed to have a noose around her neck by the end of the day.

So she ran, ran away from that small town that never wanted her and never would.

The sun was setting when she finally let herself fall to the ground, her feet aching in pain. The temperature was far too cold for the clothes she was wearing, one of the few possessions she had left to her name.

She didn't know where she was, she only knew that she had made it far enough where the sheriff and his crew wouldn't find her - or anyone, for that matter.

She sat against a small tree, figuring out her next steps if she was to survive alone in that forest. The few pieces of bread she had stolen the previous day were already hard as a rock, and she knew they wouldn't last her long enough before she reached the next city.

Daya rested her head against the rough bark of the oak tree, she was too tired to move, her fatigue had caught up to her.

She didn't even know if she was going to survive the night. A part of her asked if it would be so bad, she didn't have anyone to go back to, anyway.

Nobody was going to miss her, anyone who cared about her was long gone, Crystal had disappeared years before she could understand why and her parents never wanted her.

While those dark thoughts occupied her mind, Daya failed to notice the faint sound of someone galloping in her direction until it was too late.

She closed her eyes, thinking that - somehow - the sheriff had caught up to her. She reached for her dagger, the one her sister had left her all those years before.

She would not go down without a fight if she could help it.

She could barely make out the horse-mounted figure, but she could make out the distinct sound of a rifle being loaded and pointed towards her.

"Who are you and what are you doing on my family's property?" the person said, it sounded way too young to be that of the sheriff or any of his goons, which eased Daya's mind.

"I don't mean harm," she let out, she tried to inspect the figure, but it was too dark for her to identify any of their features apart from long hair.

They seemed to relax after hearing her voice, "You are a... girl?" they asked, clearly expecting something else, "Where are your parents?"

"They abandoned me long ago," she replied, she didn't see the need to lie if she was an inch from being shot, regardless.

She heard them put away the rifle before hopping off the horse and walking towards her. She watched as they crouched in front of her, offering a small metal flask.

"Take it, there's water from the spring not too far from here," they said, and Daya almost couldn't believe her ears.

She gulped the fresh clean water embarrassingly fast under the watchful eye of the long-haired stranger.

"What is your name?" they asked once she had given back the now empty flask, "I'm Bosco"

"Daya," she managed, squinting her eyes to look at them. Bosco seemed to be around her age, maybe slightly older.

"Interesting name," they noted as they put the flask back in a pouch attached to their belt.

"Could say the same about you," she humored, earning a snort from the other teen.

"Chose that one myself," they replied, "Do you have anywhere to go? I can give you a ride to the town," they reached out to tenderly brush some dirt off her cheek, as if they had done it already before.

Daya shook her head, and Bosco nodded.

"Then you're coming with me. Mother will not like it, but I can't leave you here," they sounded resolute, and she was too tired to argue back.

"Let's get you home"

#fic prompt #dayasco #pirate au

[fuckyeah-dragrace]

A Mother in all but Name

So I cannot thank @ceaserslies enough for this prompt because oh my god did this little thing turn into a really long and hopefully good write. Like seriously, I don’t think I’ve ever spent this much time on something and liked the outcome as much as I love this.

So please enjoy!💖

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“So where are we going again?”

“I told you, it’s a surprise!”

Jasmine huffed as they walked down the sidewalk. Daya chuckled at Jasmines pouting, nudging by the blonds shoulder gently. “Come on Jazz, it’ll be fun! I promise.” Days white teeth poking out as she smiled. Ava babbled to herself, uninterested and unaware with the adults conversation and was much more interested in her plastic stroller tray. Her pudgy pink hands smacking the black plastic.

Jasmine sighed and tapped her hands against the stroller handle. “Fun for you or fun for everyone?” She asked, seemingly already knowing the answer. Daya rolled her own eyes at Jasmine and leaned in, her hand inching closer to Jasmines on the handle bar.

“If it was just fun for me, we’d be somewhere very different doll.” Daya said lowly, her lips ghosting over Jasmines ear. She inhaled sharply and gripped the handle tighter. God she hated how easily Daya made her heart skip. Jasmine whipped her head to face Daya, her face red.

“Daya!” She hissed. Her eyes darting away from the grinning giant, praying and hoping to whatever was above that no one heard or saw how incredibly hard she was blushing. Daya giggled and pressed a kiss to her cheek to apologize, her hand now resting on top of Jasmines, wrapping around and squeezing tightly.

“Jazz come on, do you trust me?” She asked, genuinely as they stopped at a crosswalk. Jasmine faced Daya and looked her up and down before breaking out into a heartwarming smile.

“With my whole heart.” Daya smiled back, her eyes twinkling brightly. Jasmine could feel a wave of that same fuzzy feeling wash over her seeing that smile. That bright smile she only ever saw when Daya was with her, her smile. It was selfish but it felt right to call it her smile; she was the only one that could make her eyes glimmer and sparkle, make her look like a little kid with one look and Jasmine treasured that so deeply. Jasmine lay her hand up on the handle and Daya laced her fingers with it.

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The aquarium had been on Jasmines list of places to take Ava and now she could cross it of. She enjoyed the calm atmosphere of the aquarium while Daya absolutely adored seeing all the sea creatures. They left the stroller and placed Ava in her carrier and explored the little ocean.

“Be careful Daya.” Jasmine warned as Daya lifted the infant to her shoulders. She couldn’t help but giggle at the twinkle in Ava’s eyes as she was suddenly dwarfing everyone, her two front teeth gleaming in the dark lights.

“Yes mama.” Daya answered, throwing her voice to seem like Ava was the one responding, even waving Ava’s arm. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around Daya. Getting up on the points of her toes, Jasmine tilts up her face and kisses Daya on the lips gently. Daya smiles and kisses back, still holding on to Ava tightly. They pull away, still smiling and Jasmine laughs at how Ava is leaning down, expecting her own kiss.

“Oh baby.” Jasmine coos, craning her head to try and look at the little girl. “Mamas too short to give you kisses.” Ava’s brow creased and her nose scrunched, her arms shooting towards Jasmine as she babbled loudly. Daya laughed at the now squirming baby in her shoulders.

“Now we gotta fix that.” She lifted Ava from her shoulders, getting the baby to giggling before dropping them down to Jasmines level, giving the blond a small heart attack but she recovered and peppered kisses all over the baby’s chubby cheeks.

“Alright,” Daya said, bringing her free hand to Jasmines waist after Ava was back in her carrier. “Let’s go see some fish.”

Jasmine didn’t realize how much she was enjoying herself but it surely wasn’t as much as Daya and Ava. She could swear that those girls didn’t stop smiling as soon as they saw the first exhibit. Ava was immediately entranced by the calming blue lights and fish. Her green eyes wide as they darted from fish to fish. Daya was having even more fun, eyes just as wide and sparkling as Avas. She was ranting to the girl as she pointed to the fish swimming by, Ava babbling in response. Jasmine snuck out her phone and took so many pictures of them both, completely entranced and looking so connected that Jasmines heart couldn’t help but swell.

“Oh my god.” Daya said her eyes pulled away from the fish tanks. Jasmine too, craned her head up and saw what had Daya bouncing on the tips of her toes. There was a small touch tank with plenty of other families surrounding it. In the blink of an eye Daya was of, Ava now facing the tank as Jasmine chuckled, walking behind the two of them. Daya was crouched down her fingers dancing above the water line.

“She better not fall in.” Jasmine warns, her words gentle as she stands beside Daya. Daya rolled her eyes and adjusted Ava to have her tiny hands just barely in the water. She opened her mouth to retort something witty but her eyes instead widen and focus on an incoming manta ray.

“That’s a sea cucumber and that’s a star fish and look! That’s a manta ray like I told you about before.”

“Isn’t that what killed Steve Irwin?”

“That was a stingray.”

Jasmine pouted and rolled her eyes at the comment. Daya snickered and dipped her hand into the water and let her fingers just brush against the rays back. Ava’s tiny mouth drops seeing Dayas hand against the rays back and she dips her hand further down, not quite touching the ray. Jasmine chuckles and Daya giggles before helping the girl, letting her tiny hand touch the slippery back of the manta ray. She squealed and clapped, pulling her hand out of the water when the ray swam away from them.

“Was that fun Avi?” Jasmine asked, moving closer to Daya and pressing a kiss to her head. The little girl only babbled on, still excited about all of the sea creatures. Jasmine looked up at Daya and rested her head against her shoulder.

“Tired?”

“No,” Jasmine responded, nuzzling against Dayas neck, one hand gripping her leather jacket. “I just like you.” She pressed a saccharine kiss to Dayas neck, eyes darting to see how pink her cheeks had grown.

“You are so gross.”

“Well excuse me Ms. Betty! I guess I have to take back all of those kisses now.”

“What’re you-“ Suddenly Daya was being peppered with kisses all over her face. She laughed did her best to stop Jasmine but failed. They were certainly loud but didn’t care, they were too busy enjoying their sweet moment. Jasmine finally finished and pulled away from Daya, who was rosy cheeked and giggling. They stared at each other, like lovesick teenagers and let soft smiles settle on their lips.

“Why do you like the aquarium so much, Day?”

“My moms would take me here all the time when I was little. Crystal hated it, but I just remember loving being here.” Daya said, her eyes drifting up to recall the pleasant memories. Jasmine tried to imagine a little Daya, tugging Jackie along all over the exhibits as Jan and little Crystal lagged behind. Little Daya, who probably sat by this very same tank, dipping her tiny hand into the water and petting whatever came her way. She could see just how much Ava was like that little girl and Jasmine couldn’t explain why she was suddenly teary eyed but it was definitely for a good reason.

“And besides, I wanted to give that same thing to Ava, ya know? So she can have one amazing memory with me.” Daya added, pulling Jasmine from her fantasy. She couldn’t help but let her eyes water again at the statement. This woman, this incredible woman was really hers. Hers to love and cherish and have by her side to raise her daughter with. No, Jasmine corrected, to easing their daughter together.

“Daya, you’ve given her so many amazing memories.”

“Cmon Jazz, don’t exaggerate.”

“I’m serious! You’ve given Ava some of the best months of her life. Maybe she won’t remember the moments, but she’ll know the love you have for her.” Jasmine said, looking right at Dayas serene blue eyes. They look mesmerizing in the subdued lighting and blue shades. “You’ve been her parent in these past few months just as much as I have Daya, hell probably more than I have.”

“No, Jasmine-“

Daya feels a tug on her jacket as Ava finally gets her attention. “Mama! Sha!” She says, pointing her finger to a small reef shark, swimming close to them. Both sets of eyes dart to Ava, seeing the small toothed smile as she begins to bouncing excitedly.

“Sha!”

“Yeah,” Daya responds quietly. “Yeah bug, that’s a horn shark.” She gave a watery smile. Jasmines chest tightens so perfectly at the sight. Ava giggling with her hand in the water as Daya holds onto her, talking to her all about the shark and whatever other creature swims by. Ava leans her head against Dayas chest and Jasmine sees how the older woman’s breath catches, her hand carefully coming and resting in Avas hair. Dayas lips just barely curl into a smile as she hums and listens to Avas babbling.

Jasmine never realized how much she loved that quiet smile. The smile Daya only lets slip when she’s with Ava, whether that be cuddling before bed and nap, listening to her nonsense baby babble, even when she’s just holding the little girl. Jasmine knows she can’t compete with that smile and she’s alright with that; knowing her little girl has something so special with this woman who’s become her mom makes her feel a rush of that sickeningly delightful fuzzy feeling.

A single tear rolls down Dayas cheek and Jasmine brings her hand up, cupping her cheek and gently swiping it away with her thumb. She leans in and presses a gentle kiss to where the tear lay before and wraps her arm around Dayas shoulders, pulling her into Jasmine.

“I love you both, so much.” Daya says, her voice dripping with emotion. Jasmines hums in agreement, placing another kiss to Dayas cheek.

“We love you too.”

A tiny yawn brings the adults out of their confession. Ava now was fully snuggled into Dayas chest, her wet hand gripping onto Dayas shirt before rubbing her eyes. Jasmine chuckles, “I guess someone’s ready to head home.” Daya laughs along with her and nods.

“I think so, and plus, my knees are actually killing me.”

“Not used to being on your knees so long Betty?” Dayas cheeks bloomed into a ferocious pink as they both got up from the ground. Jasmine grinned wickedly, her smile seeming to grow the longer she stared at Daya. Jasmine gasped as Daya flicked water onto her face, her own evil grin coming out. Jasmine huffed and wiped her face.

“You are so in for it when we get home.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

They laughed and left the aquarium, hand in hand, the same smile on both of their faces.

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They made it home with Ava now awake which meant that bedtime tonight would be an absolute menace but Jasmine couldn’t even think about that when Daya mentioned she had another surprise.

“Are your eyes closed?”

“Yes Daya.”

“Are you lying?”

Jasmine huffed and crossed her arms. “Daya Betty will you just show me already?” She could hear Dayas laughing and she smiled but quickly returned to her bothered expression.

“Alright alright, you can open your eyes now.”

Jasmine opened her eyes and her heart just about burst at the sight. Daya was holding Ava who wasn’t in her previous clothes, but a little shark onesie. The head of the shark kept falling over the little girls eyes and it was most likely too big but Jasmine loved it. Ava was beaming, her little shark fins waving happily at her mom.

“Where did you find that?”

“Gift shops have just about everything doll.” Daya said, now in front of Jasmine and still smiling. “Ava picked it out herself too.”

Jasmine rolled her eyes, placing a hand on her hip, daring to challenge Daya. “Okay I may helped a little bit. Not my fault she’s such a shortie like her momma.” Daya giggled when Jasmine smacked her lightly, her nose scrunched and smiling.

“Sha!” The little girl squealed, Daya throwing her lightly and erupting into giggles. Jasmine pressed a kiss to the little girls cheek.

“Well since we have a little shark now, that means she’s not going to complain about bath time huh baby girl?” Jasmine asked, taking Ava into her own arms. Daya laughed at how wide Avas eyes went at the mention of bath. The shark head shook back and Ava started to whine.

“Actually this specific kind of shark only needs tickles and is severely hydrophobic.”

“She hates the gays? In pride month too?!”

“That’s water you idiot!” Daya flicked at Jasmines forehead and snickered hearing the tiny yelp. “Look, I’ll show you.” That’s when Daya started tickling Ava. She screamed out laughter and squirmed hard. Jasmine joined in the fun, adding more ringing laughs in the apartment. Daya lifted them all up and carried them to the bedroom, getting everyone to laugh even harder. She dropped Jasmine and Ava onto the bed and jumped, getting them all to bounce against the mattress. Ava crawled on top of Daya and Jasmine, her laughs ringing throughout the bedroom.

“Oh no! Shark attack!” Daya yelled. She pulled Jasmine into her chest and Ava down with her, all erupting into a fit of laughter. Jasmine could feel her body ache from how much fun she was having but that’s how she wanted everyday to be. She didn’t care if her stomach hurt from laughing or if her cheeks were sore from smiling, as long as she was with her girls she would be the happiest woman in the world. They all finally calmed down to quiet giggles with Ava nestled between the two adults. Her eyes started drooping and she let out a big yawn before the shark head fell over her eyes.

“I think we have a sleepy shark now.” Jasmine said, her eyes watching Ava’s chest rise and fall. Daya chuckled and brought herself closer and extended and hand out to hold Jasmines. They locked their fingers and squeezed tightly. Looking into each other’s eyes, they both could feel the love they shared, that they created and built together.

“What?” Jasmine asked, giggling

“Nothing, I just like you.” Daya responded, smiling Jasmines smile. She got up on her elbows and leaned over, Jasmine following and met for a tender kiss. The pulled away and rested their foreheads against each other’s.

“You’re just as much her mother as I am Daya.” Jasmine said, her eyes closed, not seeing how Dayas eyes widened and how hard she inhaled. Before she could say anything, Ava’s sleepy hands came up and reached for both women. The sleeping infant mumbled nonsense in her sleep but both understood what the little girl was trying to say.

“I think it’s shark nap time.” Daya quipped, pulling away from Jasmine. The blond nodded and lay back down with Daya following suit. They all nestled close and wrapped their arms around each other. Jasmine watched as Dayas eyes closed and her breath even out.

She really loved this woman and so did Ava. Daya was more than just her girlfriend, if anything she was the person Jasmine wanted to spend the rest of her days with. Daya was the only other person she could think of that she wanted Ava to call her mother. As Jasmine closed her eyes, her mind flooded with wishful fantasies of her growing older with Daya by her side, knowing that they would someday become her reality

#rpdr s14 #jasmine kennedie #daya betty #jasya #single mom au #oh my god do I love this #like the feels? immaculate #I got emotional writing this guys ngl #I really love this AU

[artificialqueens]

Safety-pin Pigtails (Daya x Jasmine) -Babycarrot

A/N: Some Daya X Jasmine content for y’all! I really don’t know how to enemies to lovers but decided to give it a shot so lmk what you think :)

  Summary: ‘Too cool for school’ Daya has a change of heart when she sees her resident annoying cheerleader crying on the bathroom floor.

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Daya sat in the back of her social studies class and looked at her phone which was hidden in a textbook that she pretended to read. She was rolling her eyes and mocking Crystal at her best friend’s emphatic texts ogling over some supermodel-esque cheerleader with impeccable fashion taste when she suddenly felt something brush across her face. 

Looking up from her phone, Daya saw the younger girl in front of her flick a long blonde pigtail over her shoulder before turning back to look at Daya. “You’re not supposed to have your phone out in class,” Jasmine said. 

Frustrated, Daya put her phone back into her pocket and simply glared at the little teacher’s pet. Edgy girls like Daya had learned the hard way not to argue with kiss-ass cheerleaders in class if she wanted to have non-detention related plans for the day.

But something was different this time around, getting scolded for misbehaving by Jasmine was a daily occurrence but this time Daya could see a flash of anguish on the overly cheerful girl’s face before Jasmine whipped her head back to take notes in her girly notebook, hitting Daya’s face with her pigtails again in the process. 

  It was as though the second hand on her math teacher’s clock was ticking every minute. Daya couldn’t even talk to Crystal to get through her boredom since was still gushing about how Gigi Goode gave her a fruit snack in their art class. For a second, Daya almost wished she had Jasmine in her math class so she could distract herself with bitterness and watch blonde pigtails sway back and forth when Jasmine raised her hand to speak. 

She left for the bathroom when she couldn’t take the boredom anymore but was displeased at how the change of scenery did little to improve her disposition. Halfway through attempting to occupy herself with makeup and hair touch ups, Daya heard an unusual sound coming from the room. Daya didn’t mean to be intrusive but she was curious so she listened again for the recognizable sound of a girl quietly whimpering in a bathroom stall. 

“You ok in there?” Daya asked awkwardly when she realized nobody else was in the bathroom. “D-daya-” the girl’s voice cracked on the last syllable before she broke down into loud uncontrollable sobs. “Shit!” Daya exclaimed, she abandoned her makeup upon hearing her breathing take a turn for the worse. “Jasmine! Open up!” Daya didn’t even give two seconds for the crying girl to fulfill her demand before she kicked her platform boots into the door of the bathroom stall.

The intrusion startled Jasmine even worse and she crumpled forward onto the floor. “Hey, hey!” Daya practically yelled in her frantic state; she crouched down to grip Jasmine by the shoulders “Cmon, you gotta breathe, chill for a bit and we can figure this out.” Daya located Jasmine’s backpack and took her water bottle from its pouch to hand to her. 

Tears were still free falling from Jasmine’s eyes as she drank but her hyperventilation had slowed just enough for Daya to be mostly assured that the younger girl wouldn’t pass out on the bathroom floor in front of her. When Daya’s own panic subsided, she was determined to figure things out: “What’s going on?” she asked in an uncharacteristically soft voice. Half-mumbled and half-hiccuped, “-m sorr-y” was the only response Jasmine gave her. “Hmm, yeah that's not really an answer…” Daya bit her lip “I can’t really help you if you don’t tell me what's wrong.” 

Jasmine’s breathing became even more shaky and arduous, “of all th-the people who had to see me like this, why did it have to be you!” the blonde girl said as she fell apart once again. Daya didn’t know what to do, all that she knew was that she needed to somehow get Jasmine’s panic to fade. Apprehensive, she brought the sobbing girl to her chest and pet the back of her head. At first, Jasmine’s anxiety spiked but subsided after a minute or two of crying in Daya’s arms.

“What do you mean ‘why did it have to be me who saw you like this’?” Once she was sure Jasmine was in an ok state to answer questions, Daya couldn’t help being curious. “...you h-hate me…?” Daya felt a pang of guilt at the mumbled response, unclear if Jasmine even intended it to be a question or answer.

There was a beat of silence and before Daya could even come up with a response, Jasmine pushed away from her and elaborated “This is so embarrassing, you’re just so cool and I’m always annoying and nobody likes me I mean-” she paused to wipe her eyes, “I’m a cheerleader, I should be cool and popular but I’m just a-a nuisance.” Another beat of silence and then “I wish I could be cool like you and everyone would stop hating me, I wish I didn’t care so much but but I-”

“Jasmine Jasmine hey look” Daya cut her off by shaking her by the shoulders, “I don’t hate you and I don’t think anyone else does, I’m sorry I get frustrated easily but honestly I don’t know if I could get through class if it wasn’t for you.” Jasmine refused to meet Daya’s eyes so she got shook again. “I’m serious” Daya forced her to make eye contact to know she meant it, “you always keep me in check, I’d be failing if it wasn’t for you. You always bring so much positive energy to the most soul sucking classes and that’s a gift, I’m genuinely so sorry we made you think that it's a bad thing when it’s one of the best things about you.” 

Tears continued to stream down Jasmine’s cheeks but this time she was smiling “thank you…so much.” “Of course” Daya said as she stood up and offered a hand to Jasmine which she gladly accepted. “Now how ‘bout we ditch class and get some ice cream” Daya smirked at how Jasmine’s eyes widened at the thought of breaking school rules. “Oh c'mon you deserve it,” Daya persuaded and Jasmine smiled “maybe just this one time…I do kinda deserve it” Jasmine reasoned with herself, “Ok let's do this thing!” Daya grinned as they walked out side by side.

#submission #rpdr fanfiction #daya x jasmine #daya betty #jasmine kennedie #s14 #high school au #hurt/comfort #enemies to lovers #lesbian au #background crygi #babycarrot #concrit welcome

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

WIP Wednesday- Jasyasco Vampire AU

Here's the first look at the first installment of my Vampire AU. This takes place the night before Jasmine's disappearance. The full first installment will be up later on!

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Jasmine had a feeling of excitement and nervousness for the Winter recital of the dance studio that evening. It was her first year teaching a dance class by herself, and her students had their first-ever performance in the recital. But that wasn't on her mind right now, since she was waiting for two important guests to arrive.

Jasmine stood on her tip-toes behind the table of parent volunteers who were selling door tickets in the lobby of the theater the studio rented. Her eyes scanned the line of various families and community members that wanted to see the recital. She heard a voice next to her in the crowded room "You do know that they will be here soon, you just have to be patient." Jasmine turned to see one of the other teachers at the studio, Rosé walk up next to her.

"I know, but I just want to make sure they get here on time and get good seats." Jasmine continued to look through the crowd as she talked to her friend. She waved at a couple parents of her students, but no sign of who she was really looking for.

Rosé continued talking next to her "Hey, so me and a bunch of the other staff are going to have a sleepover at my family's cabin after the recital. If you want to go, you can ride with me since it's a little bit out of the city." the auburn-haired woman told her.

Jasmine glanced over to her, "Really? That sounds fun! Who's all going?"

"Well, it'll be us and-" she was interrupted when Jasmine spotted two tall women holding hands, walking into the lobby.

"I see them! I gotta go, bye!" Jasmine quickly left her friend and weaved through the crowd, making a beeline for her girlfriends. She saw that they noticed her getting through the line, and both smiled as she crash-landed into their arms.

"I'm so happy you guys made it!" Jasmine beamed as leaned up to first kiss Bosco to her left, and then Daya to her right.

"Like this was hard to forget, you've been talking about this recital non-stop for two weeks," Bosco told her, as they all knew that was the truth.

"But your kids are going to do great tonight since they have the best dance teacher in the world." Daya beamed at her. "How are you feeling about tonight?" she asked Jasmine.

"I'm really excited and a little nervous. But I'm hoping that tonight is unforgettable." She saw Bosco pointing to the back of the lobby, and she turned around to see the studio's lead ballet teacher, Camden, trying to wave Jasmine over to go to the back of the stage. She held up her pointer finger to Camden and turned back to her girlfriends. "It's time for me to go start warm-ups. I'll see you two after the show?"

Bosco and Daya both nodded and confirmed that they will meet her outside of the theater after the auditorium clears out. Jasmine hugged them again as a goodbye and felt both of them kiss her on the top of her head. "Bye, I love you both!" she smiled and spun on her heel to follow Camden through the door.

Bosco turned to Daya when the door shut behind Jasmine. "Do you think it's noticeable that I got lipstick in her hair?" She asked as she pulled a long blonde hair from her lips, now with a bright red mark running down the center.

Daya let out a small laugh "I think Jas has too much energy right now to notice it herself. Hopefully, Cam will take care of it for her."

#vampire au #jasyasco #rpdr s14 #rpdr fanfiction #my fics

[sweetestberryofthebunch]

The one where Denali owns up to some things

A/N: At long last, the girls are back! This one took so long to finish because my own professor in college completely skipped this topic and left us to teach ourselves, so my revision took way longer to make sure I don’t talk complete bullshit here. I hope you still enjoy it, things are beginning to roll for some of the girls … Also, just out of pure interest to see where you all stand, should I focus more on Jan/Jackie or Jackie/Nicky for the next one?

Dust particles danced in the air, illuminated by a few sun beams making their way through the large windows of the library.

Denali paced past the different sections, arms wrapped tightly around a copy of Peaceful Conflict Reslolution and other communal milestones. Considering her current situation, the title basically dripped with irony. When she had received the reading assignment, she almost laughed out loud in the middle of class. The universe had a sour sense of humour. Her eyes skimmed the few desks shoved between overflowing book shelves, most of them occupied by students draining the last bit of productivity out of the fleeting day. Not much unlike herself, if she could find a place to sit … Oh.

At the very end of the room, in the little corner with a few dusty cushioned seats, right between the shelves labeled Physiology and Psychology sat Crystal, all by herself. She was crosslegged, a large, heavy book on the desk in front of her and a sketchbook rested on her lap. The redhead didn’t look up from her sketch, even as Denali came closer, but she could see that the art student also wasn’t particularly making any progress.

Immediately, Denali felt a sting in her chest. Willow’s words still echoed in her mind regularly, and thanks to Daya’s loud voice and the thin dorm room walls Denali knew that Crystal was slacking in her classes, struggling to meet her deadline. It was hard not to let the guilt consume her at the thought when she knew that Crystal had been down since the party. The very one where she had left her alone, sneaking up to the roof with Rosé while Crystal was left alone downstairs, to end up seeing Gigi kiss someone else. As much as Denali had wanted to, she still hadn’t reached out to Crystal about it. She wanted to, she really did, but it was hard getting anything done when the mere thought of how she had left the other girl made her want the earth to part and swallow her whole. But that was her own fault. And if she wanted Willow to talk to her again, and maybe stop with the poisonous glares she managed to shoot Denali‘s way at every turn, she had to finally own up to it.

Taking a deep breath, Denali gripped the book in her arms tighter and walked over to Crystal’s booth.

The taller girl didn’t notice her at first. She was too occupied by poking holes into her eraser with the tip of her pencil. Denali swallowed, bracing herself once more before clearing her throat, the sound a lot more insecure and faint than she had planned. But maybe she deserved that.

„Hm?“, Crystal glanced upwards with tired eyes, dark circles around them like a faint reminder of her recent pain. Pain Denali had caused. She swallowed again, fingernails scraping over her books hardcover. „Hey, Crystal“, she mustered up a smile, probably a little too bright to be authentic. The girl in front of her sighed, leaning backwards in her chair.

God, she looked so tired …

Denali shifted from one leg onto the other. „I thought maybe we could talk for a moment? I don’t want to keep you from working!“

„No, no, it’s okay. Have a seat.“ Crystal nodded towards the chair next to her, and Denali let herself sink into the cushions. They were worn out, the leather cracked and pale where the sun had worn out its initial mustard colour. However, it was still comfortable, and she understood why Crystal would come all this way to the outer corner of the library. She let Crystal know that too.

„It’s nice here. I barely come all this way.“

Crystal glanced from Denali down to her sketchbook and back at Denali. There was something tired, something almost drained in her demeanour. „Yeah, it’s sweet. I used to sit here with Gigi a lot, it’s usually emptier so no one would get annoyed at us …“

It felt like a punch right to the gut. Denali pressed her teeth together, sorting the words in her mind before they spilled right out, fast, still rather disorganised, but bluntly honest and from the heart.

„I’m so sorry Crystal. I panicked so bad that night, like everything was so loud and so much suddenly! I can’t explain it, this has never happened to me before I think. Not this bad at least, it was worse than when I used to compete in skating tournaments! Rosé had to calm me down and then we didn’t go back downstairs until most people were gone. I should have send you a text, let you know somehow. I didn’t think that far in the moment, that was so unfair towards you.“

„Denali, it’s okay.“ Crystal now stared right at her, chestnut eyes meeting nougat ones. Her pencil was still in her hands, fingers fidgeting with it just the slightest but. At least her voice was more firm now, less exhausted. „I kind of panicked too, but for other reasons … we both made it out the other end, didn’t we?“

Relief washed over Denali like a wave of ice water. She glanced over at Crystal, a mix of gratitude and worry in her eyes. „Did we? You haven‘t talked about Gigi since then. I know how much she means to you.“

Crystal sighed, shaking her head just the slipptest bit. „That whole audial has nothing to do with you, Nali. You are not responsible for my stupid crush in the slightest.“

„I don’t think it’s stupid!“, Denali threw in, her tone almost patronising. Her brows were raised in surprise, as if she couldn’t believe Crystal would even think such a thing.

Crystal let out a chuckle, licking her lips nervously. „No, it is.“ A moment if silence, before she glanced at the other girl again, one of her freshly dyed, thin red brows wandering upwards. „You and Rosé however…“

„Shut up!“ Denali whined, raising her hand to give Crystal a gentle slap. Midway however, her hand stopped and she faltered. Crystal watched her closely, how her forehead relaxed and even her lips ultimately curled into a little smile.

„But yeah“, she breathed out, to no one in particular. „Me and Rosé.“

Crystal couldn’t help but smile at that, reaching out to grab ahold of Denali’s shoulders. „Look at us“, she giggled, waiting until the dark haired one did in fact look her in the eyes, „two useless latina lesbians, in love with the hot rich white girls.“

Denali had to laugh at that, shaking her head. „Wow, we have so much in common!“ Then, her laughter died down again. Her tone got serious as she glanced at Crystal, her round doe eyes once again begging for forgiveness. „Enough to be friends over, maybe?“

Crystal shot her a smile, teeth exposed. „Of course! Denali, I am not angry with you! And I would love to bond over hopeless sapphic yearning, Daya and Willow can’t relate at all.“

Denali let out a squeal, throwing her hands around Crystals neck. The art student joined into the sounds, pulling the other girl in for a hug. From somewhere to their left, someone let out a sharp hiss to shush them quiet. But right now, it didn’t matter too much to either of them.

The philosophy room smelled incredibly sweet that day. After finishing up some of their work in the library, Denali and Crystal had arrived early to the club, met by Ms Monsoon preparing their tea for the session out of whole, dried raspberries.

Liv and Willow arrived next, the latter giving them a long, sceptical look before sitting down beside Crystal. As the conversation between the girls flew almost flawlessly, even she began to relax though, going even as far as to shoot Denali a short, approving smile. The ice skater smiled back, trying her best not to jolt out in glee.

Jackie arrived on the clock, as always, and Rosé rushed in a few minutes later with a half empty Starbucks drink that even Ms Monsoon couldn’t resist to lightheartedly comment on. „Should we broaden the menu so that you don’t have to buy an extra drink, Rosé?“

The pink haired girl pressed her lips together, cheeks burning bright red as she slid the cup into her backpack. „I know we have tea here“, she grumbled, „I just really wanted a Frappuccino…“

Denali watched the other girl in her embarrassment, unable not to smile at the way Rosé scrunched up her nose when the others laughed. Her heart did a little leap at the sight and she quickly busied herself by taking another sip of raspberry tea instead of looming over that thought too much. However, the sweet, bright pink-ish drink did not do much to stir her thoughts somewhere else.

„Has anyone seen Miss Jan and Miss Nicky?“, Jinkx folded her hands under her chin, the question tugging Denali out of her head and back into the moment, „It’s getting rather late.“

„We’re here!“, as if they had waited for their moment, the door swung open suddenly, a startled, completely out of breath Jan bursting in. Nicky stumbled in shortly behind her, equally panting and smiling just as brightly. „Sorry we’re late!“, Jan continued, „Nicky drives like shit.“

Jinkx tutted at that and the girls laughed out loudly as the last two took their seats. However, it didn’t go past Denali how Jackie didn’t join in on the laughter, instead silently stirring her tea, staring down at the pink liquid.

„Alright“, the ginger haired professor silenced her students with a wave of her hand, drawing all attention to her. Well, most of it at least. Jackie‘s eyes lingered over on the two late arrivals just a moment longer, before she finally tore them away to open her notebook. Being this easlily distracted wasn’t like her at all, at least not in her beloved club…

Denali searched for Rosé‘s eyes before she even realised, wondering if the other noticed their club president’s demeanour too. Rosé however was stirring the raspberries in her cup around, not even noticing Ms Monsoon starting the session. As if she felt Denali‘s eyes on her, she suddenly glanced up, meeting her gaze with a playful wink. Denali shook her head, but as she turned to listen to Jinkx she couldn’t help the smile on her face.

„Alright girls“, the ginger haired professor took a sip of her tea before putting her cup down to fold her hands. „I know some of you are currently working on your art projects, so today‘s topic should be especially interesting.“

Willow raised her brows, meanwhile Crystal shifted excited in her seat next to Denali, setting down her cup in anticipation. She gave her a small smile, more than happy about Crystal’s liveliness.

As if pulled by strings, all the students heads leaned together slightly, facing the ginger haired professor as if they were about to share an ancient secret. „Whether you study visual arts or not, I am certain all of you have at least once faced with the question: What is beautiful? And who decided so?“

„Isn’t that just axiology?“, Willow questioned, spoon drawing little circles on her saucer, „another form of judgement?“

„I don’t think so“, Willow raised her brows in surprise when Olivia of all people spoke up. „Axiology is the judgement of value, how much a thing is worth. Just because you deem something pretty doesn’t mean it’s valuable.“ Denali nodded in agreement, „Remember the neon sign Jasmine bought for our living room? You said it was overpriced and absolutely worthless and you’re right, half the lights are broken. But that doesn’t change the fact that Jasmine thinks it’s beautiful.“ Willow groaned, pulling a comical grimace. „Don’t remind me.“

A chuckle went through the room for a moment, before Jackie leaned forwards, hands neatly clasped together on the table in front of her. „I would still agree with Willow“, she stated, the red haired girl shooting her a satisfied grin in response.

„Value does not necessarily mean money. Maybe the value in the neon sign is that it makes Jasmine happy to look at.“, She unclasped her hands, gesturing towards Nicky. „All my old clothes go through Nicky’s inspection before I throw them out. I might have no use for them anymore, but if she likes a pattern there’s value in it for her, may it be for class or just the joy of stealing my stuff“, Jackie shot the blonde girl a glance, earning a swat on the lower arm in response.

„You just said you’d throw them out!“

„As an example!“, the dark haired girl yelped, shaking her head while still unable to hide her smile. „I may deem something not as pretty anymore, it lost its value to me. To you, however, you might judge it different, making it quite valuable to you personally!“

„I think“, a sudden voice came from the side of the table that, as usual, had been quiet for most of the session. Rosé leaned back on her chair, as per usual, arms crossed and her face stern, as always pretending to be just a little bit above the situation than the rest. Denali bit back a roll of her eyes and instead focussed on listening. „Most of this beauty talk is just a lot of attitude.“

Jackie‘s eyebrows shot upwards, mouth agape and ready to defend herself, but Rosé was faster.

„You get so lost in judging somethings value or validity, when the whole ordeal is actually quite simple: Beautiful is what makes us emotional enough to act.“ Suddenly, the whole room was silent, each and every single person basically clinging onto Rosé‘s lips. Even Jinkx put down her cup, rested her chin on her hand and simply listened to what the pink haired girl in the ripped jeans and gruffly sweater had to say. And Rosé? Her eyes found Denali‘s, never once faltering in her firm stare as she spoke, as if the only person who needed to hear her was the dark haired girl with her widened doe eyes, lips just slightly parted in surprise of the moments intensity.

„When it comes down to it, we are still just animals, our behaviours just survival techniques. Now, what you all call value I call interest. An interest that goes against our default survival mode. Jasmine doesn’t need her sign to survive, but she was interested enough in it to get it nonetheless. Judging by the amount of Dior she owns, Nicky doesn’t need Jackie‘s clothing to survive, but there is an interest in them strong enough to go for it anyways. Beauty is not value or quality, it’s the things we think are special enough to pursue against our natural instinct. The things we want, even if we can’t always explain it to others.“

Silence. No one dared to breathe, no saucer rattled, even the wind that usually liked to play with the library’s old windows seemed to hold still for a moment. Rosé‘s eyes still lingered on Denali, her expression unintelligible. Denali swallowed, hard. Her head seemed to be spinning, overflowing with thoughts and questions yet wiped completely empty at the same time. She swallowed again, and then a third time as her fingers tapped against the wooden table, anything to break the silence in the room. Her eyes wandered down to her saucer, a sugar cookie still in place for her. But Denali knew if she tried to pick it up now, she’d jsut end up dropping it again. Instead, she busied herself by brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, praying for someone, anyone to break the heavy silence. And still, Rosé‘s eyes were on her, drinking up every movement, every nervous twitch of her fingers like she was the last drop of water in a boiling desert. Special enough to pursue against our natural instinct.

Finally, their professor clapped her hands together, pulling everyone’s attention back to her. „Miss Rosé“, Jinkx smiled at the singer, hands folded together in a calm, yet undeniable display of excitement. „You never cease to surprise us, do you? If I wasn’t the only Philosophy professor here, I wouldn’t believe that you have never taken a class before.“

Jackie nodded in response, pencil in hand and scribbling down in her notebook, almost faster than Denali could even form thoughts. Then again, right now she struggled to form thoughts in general.

„Alright my girls“, Jinkx addressed them all now, „I think this interesting take on Kant’s Criticism of Judgement should conclude our session today. I’ll bring a copy next time to show you what I mean, Rosé had a very similar point of view to Immanuel.“ The girls began to move again, shuffling in their seats, drinking up their last sip of tea, grabbing their bags. But the professor wasn’t finished just yet.

„Before I let you go, I want to remind you of the annual Young Philosophers debate. Last year Nicky and Jackie made it to the second round but“, Jinkx leaned over the table, almost conspicuous, „I am convinced that you girls can make it further, so if anyone wants to try it this year let me know until November and I will sign us up.“ Jinkx eyes wandered over each of them, before lingering on Rosé. „I think there is some great potential at this table.“

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