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artificialqueens · 1 year

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🎁 Something New (Taywhora) for Teri - VioletSchiffer

SECRET QUEEN 2022

a/n- i really hope you enjoy this, i've really enjoyed writing these two as always!! <3

There wasn't a day go by where Tayce found herself getting irritated by A'Whora. Something about the girl pissed her off to the extreme; it was usually her attitude which rubbed her up the wrong way, both in class and out of it. They both shared the same fashion class, as well as being part of the same friend group in their college.

Despite this, they were far from friends.

Tayce had tried to get along with A'Whora, with the help of Ellie and Lawrence. However, every time she tried to start a conversation with the woman, she would make some snide remark to Tayce and flounce off to Joe. She couldn't be bothered to try with a woman who quite frankly was an arrogant cow to her.

Similarly, A'Whora found herself getting frustrated by Tayce but it was for different reasons. Tayce had always been popular, throughout high-school and then into college. She couldn't remember a day when she hadn't been surrounded with a group of friends, something which A'Whora had always envied. The only friend she had throughout her time in school had been Joe-everyone else had always come and gone. Whilst it was nice to have some company in the flat they shared, alongside Ginny, she still missed something. Not to mention, A'Whora's lack of a partner was something which had been playing on her mind since she had joined the college. Being queer was somewhat difficult for her, especially as there didn't seem to be anyone else both in their friend group and the wider year who was queer and single.

Ginny had tried to help her, in any way they could. From the numerous dating profiles that Ginny had set up (albeit some of them had been done so without A'Whora's knowledge), to the clubs that they had dragged her out to in hopes for a girlfriend. Alas, anyone that A'Whora did find only turned out to either be a one night stand or a string of dates that fizzled out within a few weeks. She tried not to let it get her down, instead throwing herself into her classes.

However, Tayce always seemed to make her feel worse.

Despite the fact she really liked Tayce.

Which she'd never tell anyone, of course.

"So has anyone found someone so far this year?" Lawrence asked as the group sat around the table at lunch one day. It was now mid-October, a few weeks into the term and by now they had all settled in again.

"What do you think?" Veronica huffed, sat opposite Lawrence. "There's no point in asking that question, Lawrence, unless it's a chance for you to boast about your own relationship with Ellie."

"You're lucky she's gone off with Bim for that meeting about textiles otherwise she'd rip your head off for that Vee." Ginny snorted. "I'm sure that lovely Lawrence here wouldn't do such a thing, would you?" They turned to the person in question, who shook their head.

"Of course not babes! I would never dream of it!" Lawrence caught the eye of A'Whora, who had been glued to her phone the entire time. "What about you A'Whora? Got any mystery lovers that we should be aware of, someone hiding in your wardrobe?" A'Whora shook her head, her eyes not budging from her screen.

"Surprised she hasn't been shagging some girl behind Tescos." Tayce murmured, causing Asttina to let out a muffled snort behind her hand at the remark. This didn't go unnoticed by A'Whora, who now quickly looked up and glared at Tayce.

"Oh piss off Tayce, it's none of your business is it!" She hissed at the other girl, putting her phone down on the table. "Just cause you haven't dated anyone since Year 10!" There was a sharp intake of breath from Ginny as Tayce locked eyes with A'Whora, a blank expression on her face.

"At least I don't slag off other people's dating lives for the fun of it since I don't have my own." There wasn't an edge to the Welsh woman's calm voice, however her message was crystal clear. A'Whora seemed to understand as-her cheeks were flushed as she stood up and gathered her belongings, before quickly storming off. A moment of silence clouded over the table, which was broken by Joe.

"Well that wasn't the most pleasant of conversations we've ever had at this table was it?"

A few days passed and there was a clear frost in the air between Tayce and A'Whora. Despite the group's best efforts to try and get the women to reconcile, their attempts fell short and they continued to either ignore each other or bicker endlessly over the smallest of incidents.

Finally, their arguing culminated in a party that Bimini was hosting at their flat for their friend group. Everyone was there, including the two conflicting women, however they were being kept apart by Joe and Ellie (both of whom had been trying to keep the peace recently). For the first part of the evening it had been going well, and everyone seemed to be getting along, aside from the petty bickering that was ongoing between Lawrence and Ginny over their separate coursework.

"Tayce!" A'Whora's voice called her from across the room. "Can I talk to you?" She turned to look at the older woman. "Like now?"

"Sure." Tayce put down her drink and followed A'Whora outside into the back garden, a knot of unease in her stomach. As they walked outside the noise behind them quietened until it was virtually silent when Tayce shut the door behind her. She faced A'Whora, noticing the woman had a small frown on her face. "What's up?"

"I…" The other woman hesitated for a brief moment. "I wanted to say that I'm sorry, for all of this."

"How come?"

"I feel bad." A'Whora shrugged, looking down at her feet. "Not fair on you is it really, or on anything else."

"Glad you've grown up a little bit then." Tayce smirked, stepping forward. "A surprise if I'm totally honest."

"Oh give over Tayce." She tried to keep a level tone but a small smile crept onto A'Whora's face.

"I don't think I will, darling." Tayce smiled, moving towards the other woman. "Not at all." Placing one finger under A'Whora's chin and tilted it up, studying her face.

"See something you like, Welshie?"

"I think I do." Tayce murmured, before leaning in to kiss the woman gently. A'Whora felt her heart jump before she kissed Tayce back, looping her arms around her waist.

She'd gotten what she wanted at last.

#rpdr fanfiction #rpdr uk #uk2 #taywhora #tayce #a'whora #minor ships include:#ellie x lawrence #lesbian au #angst #hidden love #happy ending #secret queen 2022 #aq fandom exchange #for teri #violetschiffer

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venusjailer · 7 months

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American Psycho brainrot text posts (pt. 3) ♡

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agenderhyde · 10 months

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it amazes Eloise how, no matter how upset or angry he gets, Lawrence never raises a hand against her or their daughter

#cloudy rambles #domestic violence tw #when you were mine;;#oh alice dear;;#oc tag #lawrence orlov #eloise orlov #elena orlov #lawrence x eloise #her father was a drunk widower. he never wanted kids.#whereas larry lost his father as a teen. but he remembers how kind and gentle he was #and he tries his hardest to emulate him #Elena is rambunctious when she's small. Just like Ellie was

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multifanderwrites · 2 months

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Not me having Anakin, Katniss and Ellie have flashbacks to their respective massacre events during the bloodbath scene in The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes! 😭

I mean… Anakin’s massacre event was committed by him, but still. Man has regrets.

Order Sixty Six. That’s his massacre event.

#fanfiction #the mixiverse #star wars #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #katniss everdeen #darth vader #ellie turner #the hunger games x last night in soho crossover #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #last night in soho #thomasin mckenzie #jennifer lawrence

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somaticmilk · 3 months

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Tried drawing again - HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT <33

So theoretically BTD X Animal Crossing !!! <close ups and more under cut>

- ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE NOT MINE I JUST DREW THEM IN THE ACNL STYLE -

Ren Hana, Lawrence Oleander, and Strade are @/gatobob’s

Cedric and Ellis were made by @halsbandfuchs

Fang was made by @anatheyma

I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT!!

Also tell me if I should/how should I draw the TPoF Characters - cause idk if I should make them human or like the animal versions of it? Yk??

Anywho,

Thank you for looking at my art <33

#btd lawrence #btd ren #btd strade #Fang #Cedric #Ellis #BTD/TPoF OCs #btd fanart #animal crossing #traditional art #boyfriend to death #boyfriend to death 2 #i hope y’all like it #hello^^#soma says #extra magic hands #I don’t know what I’m doing #what does the fox say

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sawtastic-sideblog · 4 months

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I've been working on the Gavin Ellis fic for three days. Give me some requests to write so I can take a break from Gav even though I love this man more than life itself right now

I write for:

Saw

Adam

Lawrence

Amanda

Strahm

Hoffman

Willing to attempt other characters

Insidious

Specs

Tucker

The Mule

Gavin

Ray

I can do characters x character or x reader

Thanks in advance.

#adam talks #saw franchise #saw 2004 #leigh whannell #adam stanheight #mark hoffman #lawrence gordon #john kramer #amanda young #saw fanfic #tobin bell #the mule 2014 #gavin ellis #ray jenkins #tucker insidious #specs insidious

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apathetic-dry-rot · 4 months

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FICLET REQUESTS ARE NOW OPEN

Fandoms/Characters I write for:

BTD 1 & 2:

Lawrence Oleander

Ren Hana

Sano Kojima

Akira Kojima

EMH: Evan

Habit

Steph

TLOU 2:

Ellie Williams

Dina

Abby Anderson

MARVEL:

Loki Laufeyson

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Sylvie Laufeydjottir

The Batman/DCU:

The Riddler

Catwoman/Selina

BIG NO-NOS: *ncest

r@pe (aside from cnc/consensual-nonconsent)

Anal (It's just not my thing)

Adult x Minor (gtfo. requests like this will earn you an immediate block)

Bodily fluids other than spit or cum (I don't write for Vincent for a reason- again, not my thing)

THINGS THAT ARE OK:

Knifeplay

Breathplay

Foodplay

Orgasm Denial

Overstimulation

Breeding Kink

Degredation

Praise

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PUT YOUR AGE IN YOUR BIO. MINOR AND AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED ON SIGHT

Just don't be a dick, ok?

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sunnyie-eve · 7 months

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18 || A Way In

Series: Trust | Maze Runner (Thomas x OFC)

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: none

A/N: Might be a few mistakes

| MASTERLIST |

"Someone got over their fear of walls." I try to joke walking next to Gally.

"Funny, Elizabeth." He gives me a look.

"So what happened?" I ask wanting to more about how he's been.

"After the maze, I got picked up by a group headed to the city. They realized I was immune, patched me up, and they brought me here to Lawrence. This group's been at war with Wicked ever since they took control of the city. But Wicked can't hide behind those walls forever. Day's gonna come, and they're gonna pay for what they've done. Listen, uh, he doesn't get a lot of visitors. So, let me do the talking. All right? And try not to stare." Gally explains to us as he leads us.

As we walk down some stairs we hear a man muttering before he sees Gally. "Gally, glad to see you made it back. Jasper told me what happened." He speaks clearly now.

"It was a slaughter. There's nothing we could do against those guns." Gally tells him.

"No, but they can only poke the hornet's nest so long before they get stung. Now, who are these people? Why are they here?" The man asks.

"We need to get into Wicked. Gally said you can get us through the walls." Thomas speaks up now.

"Gally should know better than to make promises that he can't keep. Besides, that wall is only half your problem. Getting inside Wicked is impossible." The man tells him and us.

"There might be a way now. But it doesn't work without Thomas." Gally lets the guy know.

"Is that so? Do you know what I am... Thomas? I am a businessman. Which means that I don't take unnecessary risks. Why should I trust you?" The guy comes into the light and we see he was turning.

"Cause I can help you. You see, if you can get me through those walls... I can get you what you need." Thomas tells the man.

"What is it that you think I need?" He asks.

"Time. Every last drop." I speak up looking at the bag of serum.

"Is that what I need, Elizabeth?" He asks and him saying my name confuses how he knew my name.

"WICKED has something we both want." I walk up to him standing next to Thomas.

"I'll tell you what. Two can go for now. The rest stay down here with me. Just a little insurance to make sure you find your way back. We have a deal?" He puts his hand out and I look at it.

"Three then we have a deal." I say making him eye me.

"Deal." We both shake hands with him. "Gally, show them the way."

Gally takes us to a sewer tunnel hole and get the latter for us to get down. "You okay?" Brenda places her hand in my shoulder looking at Gally.

"50/50." I tell her the truth.

"Gally, take care of these three." Fry tells him as he goes down first saying yeah. I go down second, Thomas, then Newt.

"This is gross." Newt says as we walk through the tunnel.

"Yeah, this is great." Thomas adds while Gally turns on the power.

"Stay with me. We got a ways to go." He says as we start to walk.

"Hey Gally. How did you end up with a bloody crank as your roommate?" Newt speaks up.

"Actually I owe that Crank my life. When Lawrence and his crew found me, could have sold me back to Wicked, trade in my life for a few bottles of serum. Instead he offered me a place. Said I had something worth living for." Gally tells us.

"What's that?" Thomas asks before Gally tells us to wait here for a minute. "Where the hell is he going?" Thomas slightly follows him. "Think we should trust him? After everything he's done?" Thomas turns to us.

"What other options do we have? I know this may be hard for you to believe Thomas but there was a time when Gally was a true friend of ours. More to Ellie at one point remember." Newt tells him before Gally comes back.

"Hey. It's clearly. Let's move."

"All right. This way." Gally's says and they crawl through another hole. "Hold on." He tells them to wait before a train comes past them. "Okay, we gotta be quick about this. Not gonna have a lot of time. Stay on me okay?" Gally shouts and the other three look at each other. "Okay, let's go!" They all jump out.

"All right Tommy loves trains, don't you mate." Newt says as Gally runs.

"Great, you'll see another one real soon. Come on." He tells them running so Elizabeth automatically start running behind him with the two following.

"Gally what the hell are we doing?!" Thomas shouts.

"Less talking more running!" Gally yells at him.

As they keep running they see another train coming towards them. "Gally!" Elizabeth yell his name running faster.

"Come on!" Gally looks back at them. "We're almost there!" He yells.

"We gotta move. Come on!" Thomas tells Newt as Elizabeth passes Gally.

"Go, go, go." Gally pushes her while she climbs up the latter.

"NEWT!" Se yells seeing he feel. Thomas goes to run back to him but Gally shoves him back going to help Newt.

"Newt!" Thomas yells as the train gets closer.

"Thomas the wall!" Elizabeth shouts at him just in time. "GALLY! NEWT!" She screams as the train passes and couldn't see what happened to them.

Elizabeth pulls her knees into her ches squeezing her eyes shut crying thinking the worst happened to them. Once the train past Elizabeth kept crying until she hear groaning.

"That was a first." Gally says making Elizabeth climb down running over to them. "We never were really good runners where me Newt." Gally puts his hand out.

"I only got one good leg." Newt says as he gets pulled up.

"Yeah, I only got one good lung." Gally adds as Elizabeth wraps her arms around Newt.

As Thomas asks if Newts okay, Elizabeth wraps her arms around Gally making him hug her too. "We're okay. You can stop crying now." He rubs her back.

Thomas watches them causing Gally to look at him, "Lets go." Gally let's go of Elizabeth and they get a move on.

Once they get into the main part with people from the city they try to blind in with the crowd. "All you gotta do is sneeze around here to get kicked out. That's the price of paradise I guess." Gally tells the three as they pass people getting their temperature checked.

As we get out to the surface we see the whole city up close and no one around. "This is a long way from the Glade." Newt says looking at the buildings.

"Fifteen minutes to mandatory curfew. Please proceed home in an orderly fashion. Remember, this is for your safety. Thank you for your compliance." The announcer says on the PA.

"Yeah, we better get off these streets. And I know it's hard, but act like you've seen it before." Gally tells them as sirens blare when they get on the streets.

"They've definitely upped security. I'm guessing you shanks have something to do with that." Gally says as they lean up against a building to hide for patrolling cars.

"All right, let's get outta here." Gally jogs off and they follow. "All right, Newt, you're up." Gally helps Newt up the wall. "I got it." Thomas gets up by himself. "Bess." Gally says then helps her up and Thomas pulls her up too.

"There it is. If Wicked's got Minho, that's where they'll be keeping him. Lawrence has been trying to find a way in for years. Place is crawling with soldiers. They got surveillance everywhere. Scanners on every floor." Gally tells them as he gets a telescope out.

"Sounds like a bloody fortress." Newt adds.

"Can't blame them with what they are doing in there." Elizabeth crosses her arms.

"Yeah, I thought you said you had a way in." Thomas tells Gally.

"I might." Gally looks at him.

"You might? What the hell do you mean might?" Thomas gets worked up. "We're following your lead here. We're trusting you. We don't have to do that." Thomas says.

"Yeah. Let's get a few things straight first. Or there's no point in going farther. Look I know what I did, okay. I may not remember but I know. I see Chuck's face every time I close my eyes. Listen we don't have to be friends, and I'm not asking for anyone's forgiveness. I'm asking we put it behind us cause we all want the same thing. And after this we go our separate ways till then none of this works till we trust each other." Gally tells him before fixing the telescope.

"Take a look." Gally steps aside so Thomas can look. "I said I had a way in. I didn't say you were gonna like it." Gally says as Thomas looks back at him.

"Teresa, is the way in. The one that helped get Minho and me taken in the first place? Helped basically get my mother killed. And is the reason why Minho and me couldn't be near each other so when Thomas tried saving us... they only got me and he's here." Elizabeth laughs getting worked up making Newt try to calm her down.

"Ellie, you can't get to loud." He places his hand on her lower back rubbing it.

"Wanna know who's fault it really is?" She asks looking over at Thomas and he tilts his head confused.

"How is it my fault? Tell me." He walks us to her crossing his arms.

"You never payed attention to how she reacted to certain topics. When you're gonna lead a group you need to keep tabs on everyone. Did she tell you she remembered everything? Why y'all were with them?" Elizabeth asks him.

"Yes. She said we should've gone back to them." He looks away from me.

"If she wasn't with us when we got to the Right Arm... Minho would be here and my mom would still be alive. And we'd all be at the safe haven." Elizabeth leaves them heading back the way we came and they follow her.

#maze runner #the maze runner #tmr thomas #thomas maze runner #tmr newt #newt maze runner #tmr minho #minho maze runner #tmr teresa #teresa maze runner #tmr fanfic #the maze runner fanfic #dylan o'brien #thomas brodie-sangster #ki hong lee #kaya scoledario #will poulter #gally maze runner #tmr gally

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plegdoctor · 2 years

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WIP Wthursday

Just proving that I am, in fact, alive. These A levels are killing me though, so it might be a miracle if I ever finish this chapter before I die of too many essays disease x

“Will that be your talent? Dressmaking?”

“Yes, of course. She’ll help me. But then we’ll make dresses for all the other girls. Bimini’s will be beautiful. Ellie’s will make her feel like a princess. Lawrence’s will make her realise that she is good enough for Ellie to love her. And yours will be the most perfect thing to ever exist.”

“Is that so?” The softness is beginning to take a toll, but she cannot burst this bubble.

“I’ll make one for Sister, and Ginny, and Joe, and Cherry, and Asttina too. Even Veronica and Tia because I’ll be particularly charitable.” Her grin is easy and cheeky.

“That’s very nice of you.”

“I know. Tayce?”

“Yes, chookie?”

“Can I kiss you?”

And her heart beats just that little bit faster in her chest, and her head begins to feel light, and she might fall over because of how dizzy those four words have made her.

“Of course.”

#just close your eyes #wip wednesday #taywhora #hgau

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alexbkrieger13 · 10 months

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Tbf ppl are comparing Chelsea with Barcelona but I don’t really think they are better than Lyon as well

Endler > AKB

Ellie > Lawrence/Perisset

Mbock > Buchanan

Renard > Millie

Bacha > Carter/Lawrence/Perisset

Damaris > Nusken/Melly/Ingle

Dabritz = Erin

Durmonay = Macario

Cascarino > LJ

Ada = Kerr

Malard < Guro

The only position where Chelsea are clear is Guro x Malard even on the weakest Lyon of all time lmao (I mean Lyon can still bring new players tbf)

Would have been interesting to see the outcomes had we had our full squad availability. Definitely be interesting to see who lyon bring in as replacements cause they definitely are still a draw tho not like they have previously been

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countycurrent12 · 1 year

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Kim Kardashian At Tracee Ellis Ross' 50th Birthday Party

Kim Kardashian At Tracee Ellis Ross’ 50th Birthday Party

Kim Kardashian spent a lot of money and effort dressing up for a pre-Halloween event only to learn that it wasn’t a costume party. The “Kardashians” actress and businesswoman dressed up as Mystique from the X-Men over the weekend, complete with a blue latex outfit, facial paint, and red hair pulled back. Jennifer Lawrence and Rebecca Romijn are well-known for playing the mutant in the X-Men…

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foxynali · 2 years

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☾ stan list ☽

K-POP:

boy groups:

(ult) exo. biases: xiumin, chanyeol, d.o, baekhyun.

vixx. biases: leo, hyuk

shinee. bias: onew.

seventeen. biases: hoshi, dino, jeonghan.

support list: nu'est, ateez, txt, b.a.p, infinite, teen top, dawn, mblaq.

girl groups:

(ult) snsd. bias: tiffany.

(ult) twice. biases: nayeon, momo.

stayc. biases: isa.

everglow. biases: yiren, aisha.

blackpink. biases: ot4.

kim hyuna, soloist.

aespa. bias: giselle

support list: apink, f(x), sunmi, suhyun (akmu), dreamcatcher, oh my girl, (g)-idle, momoland, girl's day, jeon somi, mamamoo, ailee, yena, le sserafim, ive.

DRAG:

i have not watched: down under, canada’s drag race s2, drag race holland, drag race italia, drag race thailand, españa’s drag race s2.

usa: tatianna, jujubee, kylie sonique love, raja, manila, jinkx monsoon, detox, bendelacreme, miss fame, katya, trixie mattel, bob the drag queen, kim chi, shea coulée, aquaria, yuhua hamasaki, blair st. clair, miz cracker, monet x change, asia o'hara, mo heart, vanessa vanjie mateo, ra'jah o'hara, scarlet envy, nina west, jaida essence hall, gigi goode, jackie cox, nicky doll, heidi n closet, symone, denali, gottmik, bosco, daya betty, willow pill.

canada: priyanka, kiara, lemon, boa, juice boxx, tynomi banks.

uk: blu hydrangea, baga chipz, divina de campo, cheryl hole, bimini bon boulash, tayce, tia kofi, lawrence chaney, ellie diamond, victoria scone.

españa: the entire s1 cast except for dovima nurmi, but highlights are: carmen farala, killer queen, sagittaria, arantxa castilla la mancha, hugáceo crujiente.

france: soa de muse, kam hugh, la grande dame.

DRAG SHIPS:

favorites: arantxa/hugaceo (aranceo), lemon/priyanka (lemyanka), carmen farala/sagittaria, kam hugh/la grande dame, gigi goode/nicky doll (goodedoll), gigi goode/jaida essence hall (goodessence).

like: lemon/juice boxx (lemonjuice), naomi/kim chi (naochi), bendelacreme/jinkx monsoon (jela/jinkx & dela), bendelacreme/trixie mattel. jackie cox/jan sport (jankie), jaida essence hall/nicky doll (halldoll), raja gemini/manila luzon (rajila), scarlet envy/yvie oddly (scyvie), sasha velour/shea coulée (sashea).

i sometimes read: trixie/katya (trixya), brooke/vanjie (branjie), blu/cheryl (hole hydrangea), tayce/bimini, s6 ships, s14 ships.

#cr list model: blushydrangea #totally just stole this from her #ily kali

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venusjailer · 10 months

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Your honour I just think that they…

Where are my Evelyn x Courtney comphet best friends to lesbian gfs truthers at

#american psycho #american psycho is so gay #evelyn williams #courtney lawrence #evelyn williams x courtney lawrence #courtney lawrence x evelyn williams #patrick bateman #american psycho memes #bret easton ellis #mary harron #lesbian #and they were roommates #best friends to lovers #basically canon

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agenderhyde · 5 months

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the story has definitely evolved since i wrote that Elena's parents never loved each other!

#cloudy rambles #oh alice dear;;#lawrence orlov #eloise orlov #lawrence x eloise #they had plans to get back together!#even had a date set up at the courthouse!#then lawrence was murdered and ellie relapsed horribly

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newcountryradio · 2 years

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New country 25e jaargang #1125 (684) van 16 mei 2022 (wk 20) tussen 19.00 -22.00 op Smelne fm

Album van de week Joshua Hedley – Neon Blue – new west

Artiest Title Album

1. Tim McGraw – Indian Outlaw -

2. Luke Combs - Hurricane -*this one’s for You 2017

3. Ellis Bullard – Biloxi By two-

4. Jake Owen –1 x 1

5. Brett Eldredge—Songs About You -*songs about you

6. Hailey Whitters – Everything She Ain’t .

7. Ryan Griffin – Salt, Lime & Tequilla

8. Kane Brown – Like I Love Country Music.

9. Joshua Hedley – Found In A Bar

10. Joshua Hedley – Broke Again - *neon blue

- Overzicht 5-2 country airplay

11. Carly Pearce & Ashley McBryde --Never Wanted To Be That Girl #1

12. Steve Earl – Mr Bojangles - .*jerry jeff

13. Deana Carter – How Do I Get There 1997

14. Michael Peterson --From Here To Eternity 1997

15. Kaitlin Butts – Jackson --favoriet

16. LeAnn Rimes - Can’t Fight The Moonlighr *coyote ugly

17. Charlie Daniels band – The Devil Went Down To Georgia

18. Wynonna – That’s what Makes You Strong - Sofi

19. Bluegrass Boogie Man – It’s Too Bad It’s too good To Be *Rt bl br fesive

20. Sunny Side - Kentucky Walz —*ewob

21. Garrett T. Capps – Gettin’ Better -people are beautiful c

22. Jesper Lindell – Twilight *twilight

23. Pete Mancini – Old Television -killing the old ways

24. Joshua Hedley Neon Blue

25. Willie Nelson - - Dusty Bottles – *a beautiful time

26. Miranda Lambert – Tourist -*palmolino

27. Morgan Wallen - Wasted On You --dangerous double album 2021

28. Charley Crockett –Lonely In Person – jukebox Charley

29. Re: Tracy Lawrence—You Find Out Who Your Friends Are (coustic)

30. American Aquarium- That Ain’t My Truck - Trucksong

31. Tim McGraw—Humble And Kind -

32. Joshua Hedley – Let’s Take a Vacation -juweeltje

33. The Oldtime Stringband – Little Liza Jane .

34. Ruud Hermans Everybody Falls In Love Again

35. Hillsome South – Counting Colors --

36. Billy Bray Band - Allnighter -

37. Brett Eldredge – Don’t Ya – *bring you back

38. Brett Eldredge -Raymond - *bring you back (3in 1)

39. Brett Eldredge -Sunday Drive *Sunday drive

40. Joshua Hedley – Bury Me With My Boots On

41. Midland – The Last Resort -* greetings from

42. Mavericks - All You ever Do Is Bring Me Down

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Something More (Taywhora) - pureCAMP

A/N - Hi Ortega, love you xx

Here’s a cheeky little girl band au in which A'Whora is sort of in love with her bandmate, Lawrence is sort of in love with her makeup artist, and Bimini has no idea what’s going on. Enjoy, bing bang bong <3

Death by a thousand cuts lingers on A’Whora’s mind. There seems to be a million ways to express how she’s feeling; the straw that broke the camel’s back, the final tipping point. The way that little things just build and build and build until their crushing weight is suddenly made noticeable to the poor fool trapped beneath them, already without any hope of survival.

Maybe she’s being dramatic, maybe poetic. Maybe that’s why she’s good at writing lyrics, why she scribbles them down in glittery notebooks that Lawrence makes fun of her for buying. They can hardly use what she writes in her free time, the need for fun, relatable and light-hearted lyrics far outweighing the demand for her emotional ramblings, but nevertheless she’s still alright at it.

More than anything, it’s the numbness that bothers her. This pain isn’t jarring, soul destroying, artistically tragic like she wishes it was. She mostly feels an ever-present nothing, with the occasional empty hole like a vacuum in her stomach that weighs on her late at night, alone in bed. The feeling is heavy and cold, but she can’t describe it any better than that. She’s tried, and the scrunched up paper and furiously crossed out words provide more than enough explanation as to how that endeavour went.

Is she ridiculous to be angry over wanting a little communication, knowing she herself hasn’t done it either? Is she hypocritical for internally begging Tayce to explain when she knows full well she’s not explained her side?

Whatever the answer, she’s an idiot for hooking up with her bandmate.

Sighing frustratedly, she throws her pencil across the room, likely to never be seen again, and shuts her notebook. The pencil flies through the air and hits the wall just as Lawrence enters, missing her head by mere centimetres. She reels backwards out of shock and then clings onto the doorframe, one hand on her heaving chest.

“Fuck me! You trying to kill me or something?” Lawrence demands, her expressions every bit as big and blown up as they are on stage.

A’Whora flops onto her bed as Lawrence sits on hers - they’re sharing the hotel room, Tayce and Bimini paired up across the hall.

“Not you, babes.” She rolls her eyes at herself, stretching her legs out as her head crashes into the pillow.

Lawrence snorts. “Trouble in paradise?”

“It’s far from fucking paradise and you know it, you nasty bitch.” A’Whora shoots back, relieved that neither of them are stupid enough to interpret any malice in the harsh way they speak to one another.

Truth be told, A’Whora and Tayce’s hooking up is probably the worst kept secret in all their band management. Tayce seems to think nobody knows, and she’s all the happier for it, but A’Whora knows for a fact that Lawrence, the entire style team and their management all know what’s going on - it’s really only Bimini, bless her, who’s in the dark about it. The second worst kept secret is Lawrence and their makeup artist, Ellie, but that’s the farthest from A’Whora’s mind currently.

“It used to be fun, you know what I mean, like? Like it’s just me and Tayce and we’re having a good time and everything, there’s no pressure for dating or nothing like that, ‘cause she weren’t ready for it.”

Lawrence blinks. “Am I supposed to be sensing a problem here, or?”

A’Whora groans. “Shut up, bitch, I’m trying to do a fucking monologue for you! Anyway, it’s just weird because I swear like I haven’t done anything and nothing’s changed at all but her texts are really friendly rather than like flirty now?”

“And you haven’t sent me off to Ellie’s room in a while so the two of you can fuck like rabbits.” Lawrence finishes, a sly grin on her face knowing that she’s just pissed A’Whora right off by interrupting the aforementioned monologue.

Crude as she is, she’s right - and A’Whora probably would’ve worded it in a way more disgusting manner herself. It’s a decent system that they’ve rigged up, honestly. Whenever Tayce texts, or A’Whora texts her, she sends Lawrence off to go find Ellie, makes up some lie about why their bandmate isn’t sleeping in their room tonight, and then they can spend some quality time together. It’s simple but efficient, hence its brilliance.

“Sorry babes. You know you can still go see her even if I’m not seeing Tayce?”

Lawrence snorts. “Nah, you’re fine. To be honest she’s fucked me right off recently so I’m not in the mood to see her.”

It’s horrible, but A’Whora’s secretly glad that she’s not the only one entangled in some kind of romantic or sexual turmoil. “Aw, what did she do?”

“None of your business, you nosy bitch!” Lawrence half-yells, but bizarrely, she’s still not mad. “You were ranting about your secret lover?”

“Fuck off,” She shoots back, “I was done, anyway. She’s just, like, reset. I don’t get it.”

She’s not strong enough to confide what she really thinks. It clouds her mind constantly, a small part of her brain daring her to just come out and say it in the malicious hope that she’ll find out how it feels to broadcast. Her stupid, selfish brain is worried that Tayce has met someone, someone she likes, someone she’d be willing to, or interested in, pursuing a romantic relationship with. Because romance has never been part of their deal, something they’d agreed on. Romance was off the table for Tayce because she wasn’t ready, and A’Whora was fine with that.

Maybe she was in the wrong for going along with the hook ups and flirting under false pretences. A’Whora had hoped, secretly, that over time, Tayce’s aversion to love and commitment might begin to soften, and surely the most natural, safe way to ease into it would be with someone who she already knew could have a fun flirty rapport with her, not to mention a metric fuckton of sexual chemistry?

Behind every flirty text held the secret hope that Tayce’s feelings would one day find the strength to break out. A’Whora hadn’t meant to get attached to her bandmate like she had, but there seemed to be fuck all she could do about it now.

“Well,” Lawrence announces, rolling onto her back and gesturing up in the air with her arms, “You’re fucked off, I’m fucked off, I say we go and get absolutely steamin’ and forget that we’ve ever felt a positive emotion towards someone who doesn’t give a fuck.”

A’Whora closes her eyes, heart sinking. “I’d actually love to, but we can’t just go the two of us, because then we’re leaving out the others. Bims’ll wanna come, and if Bims comes we have to invite Tayce and I literally don’t wanna see her because it’s so weird that I’ve been like, demoted to friend.”

“She removed the benefits,” Lawrence nods understandingly, “In many ways, we could compare her to the Tory government.”

“Could we fuck,” A’Whora laughs in spite of her own heavy misery. “You’re literally insane. Loz, what the fuck do I do about this?”

Lawrence shrugs. “I told you, my best solution is to go and get smashed! If we just drink here then we didn’t go out without anyone so we didn’t break any friend rules and they’re none the fucking wiser to our collective romance issues.”

The word romance makes A’Whora tense - it’s uncomfortable to think about it like that, almost embarrassing to dwell on her own feelings as having a romantic nature about them from a purely sexual relationship. Luckily for her, a sneaky or perhaps Freudian slip catches her attention and drags it away from her own issue, A’Whora bolting upright to stare at her friend.

“Lawrence Chaney. Did you just say collective romance issues? I thought you and Ellie were just fanny friends!”

Understandably, Lawrence is horrified at her turn of phrase, but A’Whora doesn’t miss the telltale reddening of her ears that suggests she’s said something she shouldn’t have. An eye-roll powerful enough to induce a tsunami follows Lawrence shifting herself up, glaring at A’Whora, and then scowling.

“First,” She replies, one finger wagging in front of her, “Never fucking say fanny friends ever again. Second…”

A’Whora gasps, already anticipating some gossip.

“You’re gonna get me a fucking gin if you’re gonna make me talk about this.”

More intelligent girls, or perhaps just less heartache-y ones, would know better than to get wasted in their hotel room the night before a show, but A’Whora and Lawrenced have never been the best at smart decisions. Ironically, it’s the deceptively smart bimbo Bimini who usually is able to reign them in, though she often chooses not to. Left to their own devices, there’s a lot of gin and a little bit of lemonade that seems to mysteriously disappear as tongues get looser and inhibitions get lowered. Before they even know what’s happening, both girls are sitting on the floor between their beds, legs stretched out before them, bemoaning their woeful, humiliating love lives.

It’s almost as if they think that if they don’t get it right now, they never will. To some extent, in A’Whora’s mind, that’s true, even when she knows, realistically, that she’s only in her mid-twenties and life goes on. But really, what is love if not an agony freezing you in time, a force that makes the past a mere blur and the future non-existent? Love is present and now, and if she misses her chance, who says there’ll be another?

(Almost everyone says there will. But A’Whora is drunk and her words are happy and her mind is sad.)

Luckily, Lawrence has been talking for long enough that A’Whora doesn’t have to spill all her thoughts into a drunken spiel that she knows wouldn’t make a lick of sense. She keeps swearing and avoiding the point, but somewhere in her long-winded ramble confessions start to unravel themselves, and a good scandal is enough to distract her for the time being.

“So I fuckin’ - aw fuck, hen, do me a favour and refill me?” Lawrence asks, A’Whora just passing her the bottle and gesturing for her to continue. “I fuckin’ asked her, y’know, are we just doing this or are we something more, like, fuckin’ stupid thing to ask honestly and I regretted it as soon as I did but then she answered and fuck me.”

She makes an effort to impersonate Ellie - a slightly higher pitched, slightly less intensely Scottish accent with something of a mockingly nervous whine to it as she repeats, “I’m keeping my options open. Fuckin’ options! I’ve no’ had anyone since her and I wouldny’ fuckin’ want to either and she’s fuckin’ got A, B, C or D all the fuckin’ above! It’s fucked.”

A’Whora gasps. “Bitch, you proper like her! You like Ellie!”

“Say that any louder and I’ll box your fuckin’ ears,” Lawrence threatens, only half kidding judging by the glare in her eyes. “Am I wrong to feel fuckin’ betrayed that I didn’t know she was seeing others as well as me?”

She snorts. “Loz, babes, I’m losing my mind at the very idea that Tayce has found someone, look who you’re talking to.”

Lawrence shrugs in agreement. “Makes me feel sick.”

There’s a pause. “Actually, that might be the gin.”

Another pause. “Oh, it’s the gin.”

She all but launches herself up and towards the bathroom, A’Whora instantly going into a flap. If Lawrence is sick on the carpet she’ll literally never forgive her, but she needs to help her friend, but fuck if she’s gonna stand there in the bathroom gagging at her. She decides, vaguely last minute, to run out into the corridor and grab some cold water from the machine, panicking and shouting her plan in the general direction of the bathroom before dashing outside. Embarrassing, but at twenty five years old A’Whora still can’t handle someone being sick.

A brief but unwelcome thought flits into her head - I’d help Tayce. She shakes it away, tells herself she wouldn’t, but a sad stupid part of her knows she could sit there and painfully gag her way through helping Tayce if she needed to, because she’s a spineless idiot who fell for her bandmate. There’s a flash of guilt for the fact that she wouldn’t do the same for Bims or Lawrence, but reasons that she has to draw the line somewhere.

The hotel has this awful chintzy carpet, a weird swirly print on a red base that reminds A’Whora of weird-smelling care homes and outdated grandma’s houses. Just looking at it makes her head spin uncomfortably - maybe she’s a little drunker than she thought. Perhaps she’ll get two cups of ice water instead, sober herself up a bit and all.

Then Tayce is standing in front of her all of a sudden and A’Whora has no idea how she’s got there.

(Did she… summon Tayce? Manifest her presence?)

“Girl, you alright? You look a state,” She greets, her accent charming enough to rid the words of their potential offense.

A’Whora vaguely points ahead of her, aware of how dumb she probably looks. “Goin… getting water for Loz. She’s absolutely pissed.”

Tayce laughs, baffled. “Babes, what are you playing at getting drunk the night before a show? Gotta make sure you shake off the hangovers before or else you’re done for!”

“Water fixes all.” A’Whora has no idea what to say. Why would she? She’s been lamenting this girl’s very existence for the past…. God knows how many hours, and now she’s here and she has to slip the besties facade back on except she’s a bit too drunk to remember how to do it properly. Sober A’Whora is going to cringe for days over this, she already knows.

Unsurprisingly, Tayce starts to follow her to grab the water, declaring “Well I’m coming with you, sounds like you’re gonna need someone sober to put you both in bed, you absolute lunatics.”

They’re just walking next to each other and yet A’Whora has never analysed her own way of walking so much in her life before this moment. Are her steps too large? Her arms swinging too much, or too little? Which foot comes next? Is Tayce thinking about how weirdly she’s moving? Should she be trying to keep pace with her or will that be even weirder and she’ll realise what a creep she’s been hooking up with all this time and fully decide against any possibility of something more between them?

They’re just walking. Just one foot and then the next.

Ahead of them, the water cooler glistens like a mirage in a desert, a tantalising goal signalling the end of their journey. A’Whora almost feels like she’s been trekking for hours next to Tayce, unsure of what to say, unsure of what her own act to keep up with is.

Naturally, she fumbles in her attempt to get a flimsy plastic cup from the stack, and then all come crashing down before she can even realise what’s happening. She turns to look at Tayce, the both of them momentarily stunned.

“Oh my god, you absolute beast!” Tayce screeches, her voice hushed for the sake of the late night but laughing all the same, clutching the cooler for balance. “We gotta pick all these up now!”

They do; A’Whora thinks about accidentally brushing her fingers over Tayce’s as they scramble to get everything, and then doesn’t. She thinks about abandoning the water and fumbling keys into locks until they fall into one another and forget everything else. She thinks about just blurting out the truth.

By the time all of the potential scenarios have flown dizzyingly through A’Whora’s drunk mind, she finds herself with two cups of water in her hands, Tayce with the same, leading her back to the hotel room and giggling as she instructs her not to spill a drop. A’Whora laughs, pretending like she’s not struggling to figure out how tightly she should be holding them.

Pretend is easy and she’s always been good at it. Pretending she’s a real rockstar with her Sing Star microphone and Playstation 2 in the living room. Pretending she’s not nervous the day before the biggest audition of her life. Pretending she’s a real musician in a band and not one of four girls shitting themselves backstage at the biggest arenas in the city. Pretending like Tayce might fall for her one day.

Once they get inside - it takes four swipes of A’Whora’s key and brief panic that she’s somehow got the wrong one - it’s clear that Lawrence is done with throwing her guts up and has settled herself in a chair, furiously typing on her phone.

“This room smells like a minibar, you hounds!” Tayce half admonishes, her grin entirely downplaying her words and making A’Whora’s heartbeat jump into overdrive. “Lawrence, what are you doing?”

“Communicating-my-feelings,” She answers through gritted teeth, each word punctuated with a particularly aggressive stab at her screen.

Out of curiosity, A’Whora peeks at the screen, and upon seeing a horrifically large wall of text typed out in the chat box with no end in sight, snatches the phone immediately. “Tayce! Hide it! She’s writing a fucking essay!”

Whether A’Whora’s drunk coordination is better than when she’s sober - hopefully not - or Tayce is just talented, she deftly catches the device and locks it.

Lawrence all but springs up, incensed. “Fuck off with that! Ellie needs to know- I’m fucking pissed!”

“Ellie?” Tayce pauses, looking down as if she’ll still see the message. “As in, makeup artist Ellie?”

“Who fuckin’ else?!” Lawrence lunges and misses.

“Knew it.” She’s adorably smug, so much so that A’Whora decides against telling her that literally everyone knows. Her perceived victory makes her face light up and she’s already so beautiful that ruining childlike glee like that should be considered blasphemous. It would be a sin to wipe that smile from her face using anything other than her lips.

She holds the phone up in the air above her head, unreachable. “Right. Well, Lawrence, you can have this back after you’ve drank this water here, brushed your teeth and got into bed, okay? I think that’s a fair deal.”

“Get fucked,” Lawrence responds, totally deadpan as she snatches the plastic cup, spilling half of it down her front and not noticing. “I will drink your magic water and then you will fuck off and I will tell Ellie that she’s a slimey wee bitch.”

Tayce laughs, unfazed. “On second thoughts, darling…” She tucks the phone into her bra and gives a little flourish. “Sort yourself out and I’ll get it back to you in the morning. I’m not having you abusing our lovely Ellie ‘cause you’ve had a lover’s tiff.”

Lawrence squints. “Fuckin’… A’Whora will get it for me. I’m sure you won’t mind feeling her up, eh hen? Though I bet your girlfriend might have something to say about it. OOP!”

A’Whora feels her face flushing, and the panic slams into her like a wave hitting the beach full force, washing over everything. At first she was glad Lawrence was drunker than her, hoping to make less of a fool of herself in front of Tayce and direct the attention onto their favourite Scottish menace, but Lawrence being drunker means Lawrence with an even looser tongue, and for someone who loves to crack a joke and make a cheeky observation at the most inopportune moment, A’Whora finds herself wishing she’s passed out snoring instead. Tayce just laughs and manages to mother hen her into the bathroom, where A’Whora spots her in the mirror, grumpily brushing her teeth like a petulant toddler in the midst of a tantrum.

“Tell you what, I could never have kids, this is bloody exhausting!” Tayce explains, her big bright smile distracting A’Whora, thankfully, from the bulge of Lawrence’s phone. At least, it’s easier to pretend, even mentally, that that’s why she keeps looking at her chest.

“God, I know!” She laughs back, faking it harder than ever and sipping her cup of water. She feels sobered up already, though she’s sure she’s probably not, all too aware of her red cheeks and Lawrence’s loose tongue and terrified something else will be said.

“I mean, what on earth was that? I don’t have a girlfriend, I can tell you that.” She chuckles as if the idea’s ridiculous. A’Whora wonders if she genuinely thinks that, if she doesn’t realise just how many beautiful men and women would fall down at her feet if she so much as paid them a glance.

Lawrence stumbles out; in the two minutes she’s been gone, she seems to have forgotten entirely about her phone, and she looks at the pair with lidded eyes. “Fuckin’ shattered, girls.”

Tayce beams at her. “Get your arse in bed, then!”

A’Whora finishes her water, and Lawrence is asleep in seconds. For good measure, they poke her a couple of times, but since she’s very clearly breathing and seems fine, they decide to stop tormenting her and to just let the poor girl sleep. Tayce sets down Lawrence’s phone on the nightstand next to her, making sure to plug in her charger so it won’t be dead when she wakes up, and the tiny act of thoughtfulness makes A’Whora’s heart swell in a manner she’s wholly embarrassed of.

As if she’s swooning at a girl charging her friend’s phone? It’s ridiculous and she knows it.

“Shall I walk you to your door?” She offers, holding her arm out. Tayce laughs and takes hold of her elbow, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Ooh, promenade!”

“You’ve been watching far too much Bridgerton, you have,” A’Whora teases her, jabbing her side as they make their way back down the empty corridor. “Do I have to start calling you My Lady or something, babes?”

Tayce swats her away. “In bed, maybe. Oh, I’ll happily be a Duke or a Duchess, I mean have you seen the pair of them? Bloody gorgeous!”

A’Whora’s chest seizes up at the casual mention of being in bed together. Is the stalemate over? Is Tayce about to explain why she’s suddenly frozen on her and decided she no longer wants to hook up? What the hell even is the reason if there’s no girlfriend? She’s just gone off A’Whora now?

“Oh my God. Tayce, I can’t do this.”

It’s out there. She can’t go back now, can’t reel it back in. She’s fucked.

Tayce stops mid-hallway and frowns, worried. “You alright? If you don’t feel well you can go back, you don’t have to walk me to my room.”

“No, not that,” A’Whora massages her temples, trying to encourage some kind of eloquent thought to help her out, trying to stimulate the part of her brain that writes lyrics, to no avail. “This, us, the weirdness, I can’t do it. I have to know what’s going on, I’m literally going spare over it.”

“I don’t- I don’t get what you mean.”

“Us!” A’Whora cries, then shushes herself, acutely aware of her volume and the people sleeping adjacent to their conversation. “You- you don’t text me the same, and we haven’t- in ages, and I just… Tayce, do you like me?”

Tayce frowns even deeper. “Of course I like you, Rory.”

“Do you proper like me? Do you like me like I like you?”

She feels like a child, enacting a schoolgirl crush with a scribbled note that asks them to tick a yes or no box drawn in pink felt tip, the kind fuzzy from little fingers pressing too hard. If anything, it’s worse than that; at least some prior planning went into those, and a clear question with a yes or no response indicating some kind of confidence. A’Whora has no idea what she’s doing, where she’s going, anything.

“Rory… do you-”

A’Whora cuts her off. “Lawrence thought you might have a girlfriend because I thought you might have one because I was ranting about us to her and how shit I feel that you’ve lost interest in me. We got drunk to ignore how shit we both feel and it didn’t work because she almost blabbed to Ells and now I’m here blabbing to you but I literally can’t help myself. I never can when I’m with you.”

It’s only when she’s finished that she realises Tayce’s expression is full of fear, and her heart sinks like a lead balloon.

“You told Lawrence about us?”

She swallows, guilt seeping in like cracks in a dam. “Tayce, I… We’re not the big secret you think we are. A lot of people know, or suspect. Is… Is that the issue?”

Tayce chews her lip, eyebrows furrowed. Every millisecond that she doesn’t speak is agony, each second another stab to A’Whora’s heart, tiny needles of time cutting into her as she waits and waits for the ugly truth. This is it, now, the swirling nausea in her stomach tells her, this is when it all ends. This is where you scare off the love of your life.

The… what? The fucking what? The who of her what?

Too late now.

“I haven’t lost interest in you. I don’t think that’s even possible. I’m like, obsessed with you.”

A’Whora freezes, expecting virtually anything but that. “You- what? But- huh?”

“Yeah!” Tayce laughs nervously, unsure of how to react - they have that in common, at least. “I mean, girl, look at you, you’re gorgeous. I was getting freaked out by how much I, like, feel, so I just shut everything down and denied it all. I mean, I figured if I was freaking myself out, you must think I’m a right old weirdo. Have I got this all wrong?”

The ice melts. A’Whora can feel the shards shrinking, the wounds closing up, the warmth returning to her in a blossoming not unlike the flowers of spring, freshening the air and sweeping away her anxieties.

“I’ve never been so happy to call you an idiot in my life,” A’Whora tells her.

Tayce cocks an eyebrow. “You dirty liar, you love calling me an idiot,” She bites back, not leaving room for A’Whora to reply before kissing her right then and there, in the middle of a hotel corridor, leaning up against the wall for support. A million chemical reactions spark off all at once, a frenzy of activity rendering her incapable of doing anything but wrapping her arms around her bandmate, her best friend, her everything, and kissing her until she can’t breathe.

When they have to come up for air they do, all gasping and pink cheeks and dazed eyes. Every cell, every nerve, every neuron in A’Whora’s body is awake and alive, drawn towards Tayce like a magnetic pull. She can’t ignore it, and can’t think why she’d ever want to.

“Will you fucking stay still?”

“I haven’t moved an inch, hen, your shaky hands are not my problem.”

Ellie huffs, big pink earrings dangling from her ears swinging as she moves her head. They’re shaped like hearts, the word ‘doll’ in cursive across the middle in sparkling letters, and it’s adorably Ellie Diamond in every way possible. Even irritated, she’s oddly cute.

“Lawrence! I’m not trying to make you look ugly, stay still for me!” She pleads.

A’Whora watches from her chair, face already expertly done. She woke up pleasantly early, nestled happily in Tayce’s arms after everything. They’d decided to go back to A’Whora’s room, just in case Lawrence woke up and tried to send reams of abuse to Ellie, and ended up laying together cuddling until they fell asleep. No matter how sober A’Whora swore she was, Tayce just giggled and told her there was no chance of anything more than a cwtch, at least until the morning.

Thankfully, they’d kept Lawrence’s phone away from her, but there was nothing she could do but watch helplessly as Ellie and Lawrence engaged in a battle of attrition while doing makeup.

Lawrence rolls her eyes so hard A’Whora can practically feel it from across the room. “Not to worry hen, there’s more than one girl in the band, I’m sure you’ve got options on who can look pretty and who can’t.”

A’Whora winces at the low blow, and judging by Ellie’s expression, all pouty lips and big sad eyes, she’s hurt. More than anything, she wants to rush in and fix things for them, help them do the big talk and work it all out, but she knows it’s not really her business. They have to do this for themselves, so she sits quiet and prays that they will.

“Oh my god.” Ellie sets down her brushes and stares Lawrence in the face, awfully bold and completely unexpected. “Are you gonna hang this over me forever? I just - didn’t want you to think I was too forward! I’ve been regretting it all night, I regretted it as soon as I even said it! I can’t stand you being upset with me.”

Lawrence’s expression softens. “What?”

“You’re, like, the best person ever. I look up to you so much, I don’t think I could admire anyone more than I admire you. I really didn’t mean to upset you, I didn’t want to come on too strong.”

There’s a pause - A’Whora holds her breath, and notices that just across from her, Bimini is suddenly paying attention, her phone long since abandoned in her hand as she gapes at the two of them, dumbfounded.

Lawrence throws her arms around Ellie, squeezing her in an embrace that seems too tender to be looking at, the next best thing to a kiss when in the middle of painting someone’s face. Ellie squeezes back, her lips mouthing words that the other girls can neither hear nor try to. This is for them and them alone.

Tayce enters just as they break apart, throwing herself into the seat next to A’Whora and grinning. “Hiya, gorge, what’d I miss?”

She leans over and kisses A’Whora’s cheek.

Bimini’s eyes pop open. “You and- and then her and- what the fuck? Babes, I think we skipped a few chapters!”

“You just haven’t read the book,” A’Whora winks at her.

“Right, right,” Bims nods understandingly, ever one to just go with the flow. “And is the big lesbian orgy before the concert or after?”

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