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Waking Up in Vegas (Anetra x Sasha Colby) - Athena2

Summary: Anetra wakes up in Vegas married to a beautiful stranger, and they try to piece together what happened the night before.

A/N: I’m so happy to finish this one, especially because I have a ton of works in progress at the moment. Thank you so much to Writ for encouraging me to do this, and for your amazing beta skills. Please leave feedback if you like, I really appreciate it!!!

Anetra wakes to something tickling her nose, and a blinding light shining in her face. She forces her eyes open and realizes the light is the sun, which is pouring through the window. Her head throbs like someone is hammering nails into it. Her chin is sore too, for some reason. She gently works along it and meets what she’s sure is a bruise on the right. She’s still dressed, even down to her boots. But no phone, and the only card on her is for the casino arcade.

What the hell happened?

As she keeps blinking and her senses slowly restore themselves, she makes the first discovery: there’s a woman in the hotel bed with her. She’s beautiful, from the side of her face that Anetra can see—even with mascara smeared under her eye—with thick brown waves tumbling over the pillow. That must have been what was tickling Anetra’s nose.

Red blackjack chips are scattered over the bed like rose petals, and a stuffed elephant sits at the foot of it. More confusion, and the glaring sun is doing nothing to help her focus. She’s almost positive she had closed the curtain in her room before she went out last night. Come to think of it, she’s almost positive her room wasn’t this high up, either; she can glimpse blue sky and the roofs of other hotels from her position. The second discovery occurs to her: this isn’t her room. It must be the sleeping woman’s.

Only after slowly removing her arm from the woman’s waist does she make the third discovery: a gold wedding band on her left hand, which certainly wasn’t there the day before.

She went back to Vegas and woke up married.

Anetra sits up and swears.

—-

Her head races with questions, her heart speeding along with them. Anetra danced in a club here for three years before she left, and has seen her share of chaos, from bachelor parties to fights. She used to stay away from all that mess—she showed up, did her job, kept her head down. Now she’s on the other side, and it’s like she fell over the wrong side of a fence, into a yard of dangerous dogs.

Despite seeing couples that got married in the chapel here, she doesn’t know much about how the process works. How legit is this? Loosey runs the chapel, and she has a marriage license, so it must be legit. But maybe she just has a ring on for the hell of it, and no actual wedding took place. The woman’s left hand is under her pillow, so maybe her ring finger is bare, and this isn’t what it looks like.

But if it is what it looks like, what does she do? Can this woman sue her or something? Does she need a lawyer for this? Maybe Anetra should just run away, pretend the whole thing never happened, and the woman will do the same.

She’s just planning to run for it when the woman stirs, and Anetra freezes. The woman rises from the pillow with a groan, and turns around when she must sense Anetra there. Her eyes are a bright hazel, and they distract Anetra for a second.

“Who the hell are you?” The woman demands.

“I’m—“

“What did you do? Did you drug me or something?” She stumbles out of the bed and grabs the first thing she sees, which is the alarm clock. As she raises it, Anetra finally sees a matching ring on her finger. So this really did happen, then.

Anetra holds her hands up in surrender. “No! I would never do that, I swear,” she says firmly. “I’m just as confused as you are.”

The woman calms down a little—she puts the clock back, at least. “Sorry. I have to be…more careful about things than most people.”

Anetra’s eyes go to the elephant, pink with blue and white polka dots. She vaguely remembers the woman picking that one because of the trans flag.

“I’m sorry,” Anetra says. “Sorry you have to…deal with that. But I wouldn’t do anything like that. I promise.”

“I trust you.” The woman nods, smoothing out her rumpled purple dress. “Okay, what do you remember? Anything at all.”

“I’m Anetra. I used to work here, so I came to stay and visit my friends for a few days.” She pauses, trying to break through the fog and headache. “I know I was at the poker table last night, and I’m pretty sure you were there.”

“I was there, I remember you.” Her eyes flicker up to Anetra’s, probably to her scar. “I remember your eyes. They were really prett—um, brown. I’m Sasha, by the way. I’m here for the week.”

Anetra nods.

“And then you asked me to get a drink,” Sasha continues, trying to gloss over her slip about Anetra’s eyes.

“Right. And then we got the drink, and then sometime after that we must have won at blackjack”—she points to the chips strewn across the bed—“gone to the arcade”—she points at the stuffed elephant—“got in a fight?”—she gently prods her chin—“and then got married and came to your room.”

Sasha nods along with it all, but stops when Anetra mentions the room. “Except this isn’t my room.”

“Are you sure?” Anetra asks weakly.

“Yes, I’m sure! Look out the window, we’re a mile in the air! This definitely isn’t mine.”

“Because you don’t like heights,” Anetra says. She’s not sure where it’s coming from, but it feels right. “I think you told me last night.”

“I think I did too.” Sasha smiles, but it quickly fades. “But if this isn’t my room, and it’s not your room, then whose is it?”

Anetra runs a hand over her face. “Shit, do you think we broke into someone’s room?”

“Oh my god, now I’m a criminal. I wasn’t a criminal until I married you!”

“I don’t even know you!” Anetra shoots back.

Sasha takes a deep breath and straightens up. Even with her wrinkled clothes and messy hair, something about her makes Anetra snap to attention, ready to listen. “Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do. I still have my room key. Let’s go there, eat something, take a fucking bottle of Tylenol, and go to the bar and see if anyone there knows anything. Try to retrace our steps.”

“That’s…a good idea.”

“I usually have good ideas.” She grins. “We’ll see how last night ranks after we investigate.”

Anetra smiles too, and she can’t help but feel that she picked a pretty good person to drunkenly marry.

—-

“Does the elevator have to be glass?” Sasha mumbles as they step inside. The walls of the elevator are clear glass all around, so you can see the glittering casino floor below, as golden and bright as the sun. Sasha stands backward, facing the door of the elevator.

Anetra steps in front of her. She wants to help, make this mess a little easier, but she isn’t sure how. “Uh, we can talk if you want. Then you don’t have to look down or think about it.”

Sasha’s eyes rise to meet hers. Anetra usually shies away from eye contact, and lets her gaze drift a little—to the curve of Sasha’s shoulder, the crease of a pillow on her cheek—before hesitantly returning to her eyes, taking in the hints of gold like treasure coins. Looking into those eyes, she wants to know about Sasha, wants to re-experience what drew them together that night.

“You said you worked here?” Sasha asks finally.

“Yeah, for three years. I danced in one of the clubs. It was good, I liked it, but after that long without much of a break I think I just…burned out.” The late nights and lack of sleep and body aches just piled up, until even the Tylenol she bought in bulk didn’t help much. On top of the meaner, more demanding clients, it just became too much. Eventually she couldn’t do it anymore, and even if it hurt to leave her friends, it was what she had to do.

“That makes sense.” Sasha nods. “And what do you do now? Sorry if you told me last night, I don’t remember.”

Anetra grins. “I don’t remember either, if I did. But I’m a mechanic.”

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah. It’s totally different from what I did, but it lets me work with my hands and have some quiet. I still dance a lot, though.”

“I’m glad you’re happy,“ Sasha says, genuine in a way Anetra doesn’t hear much.

“What do you do? Anetra asks.

“I work in fashion, in LA.”

“Yeah, I believe that.” Sasha could be a model if she wanted. Anetra can barely keep her eyes off her.

Sasha grins, and by the time the elevator dings, she’s calm. “Thank you,” she whispers on her way out the door.

“Of course.”

—-

After an hour, two Tylenol each, enough late afternoon breakfast for four people, and some time in the bathroom, Anetra emerges from Sasha’s room feeling like a human again. She’s still in her jeans and leather jacket, but Sasha loaned her a T-shirt after they reached for the hot sauce for their hash browns at the same time, and Anetra spilled it on her tank top.

They stride across the red-and-gold checkered carpet, past rows and rows of gleaming slot machines. Anetra doesn’t miss the long hours, doesn’t miss the pain and never-ending fatigue and sleazy customers. But she does miss how alive the place feels, in the middle of the day or in the middle of the night. The clinking of poker chips, the ringing of the slot machines, the spinning of the roulette wheel. A symphony of life unfolding beneath all the glitter, an energy bursting through the air.

It’s hard not to feel good with Sasha at her side. Like she was meant to be there, her stride in time with Anetra’s as they reach the bar where Salina works.

Salina waves frantically, and sighs in relief when they sit down. “Oh my god, I’m glad you’re alive. I was so worried.”

“Do you know something about last night?” Anetra asks. “Because Sasha and I don’t really remember anything.”

Salina nods. “I know part of it. You told me you were on a date so I gave you that new drink we were trying, but Amethyst made it wrong and loaded the damn thing with twice the tequila it should have had. It was basically blackout juice. That’s probably why you don’t remember much.”

Anetra turns to Sasha. “Well, that explains most of it.”

Sasha rolls her eyes. “That’s the last time I try a new drink.”

Anetra grins and turns back to Salina. “Do you know where we went from here?”

“The arcade,” Salina answers. “You wanted to win her a prize on that stupid punching game you always played to try and make girls notice how strong you are.”

“You didn’t need to share all those details, but thanks,” Anetra mumbles, while Sasha hides a laugh behind her hand. Her laugh is so warm and rich that Anetra almost doesn’t mind that it’s at her expense.

“Of course—wait a minute.” Salina’s eyes finally go to the ring on Anetra’s finger, and her neck nearly snaps as she turns to search for the same on Sasha’s. “What is this? What happened? Anetra! Your first time back here and you get married to some beautiful stranger?”

“Later,” Anetra says. “We’re on a mission right now.” She leads Sasha to the arcade, both of them laughing as Salina’s yelling echoes down the hall.

The arcade covers nearly an entire floor of the casino, with air hockey tables and racing games and claw machines and any other game you can think of, glowing and waiting for play.

Tucked into the corner, away from people and not as flashy as the others, is Anetra’s game of choice: a simple black stall with a punching bag the size of a boxing glove hanging from the top.

“I’ve never played one of these. How does it work?”

“Well, they’re rigged, but here’s how you do it. You want to hit the center of the bag, and you want to push through. In taekwondo, you’re supposed to imagine hitting something past the target, so your hit lands with all the force.”

“Can you show me?” Sasha asks, a hint of a smile on her face.

Anetra doesn’t even dare to breathe as she presses her chest to Sasha’s back, her hair once again tickling Anetra’s nose. She gently rests her hand under Sasha’s wrist. Her skin is soft and smooth, and Anetra can’t help but wonder if they had held hands last night, lost somewhere in the drunken memories.

“Okay. Bring your fist up to your shoulder height. Bend your elbow. Take a step with your left foot, and then carry your right one over with you when you punch.”

Sasha nods.

“We’ll do the first one together. One, two, three…” It’s hard to do with two people, but Anetra guides Sasha’s fist to the bag with a satisfying smack. Sasha races to reset herself and quickly throws the last two punches on her own, and Anetra pretends she’s just admiring Sasha’s form, rather than the curves of her arms or the way her hair whips around.

“Holy shit! That was fun!” Sasha breaks into the biggest grin Anetra’s seen from her, her tongue sticking out quickly, and it makes her heart skip a beat.

“And it’s useful. If you ever need to throw a punch, just do it the same way.”

“Good to know.” Sasha looks up shyly. “Can I watch you do it by yourself? You must be really good if you got enough points to win me an elephant. I don’t think I got enough to even win a whistle.”

“You’re in the sticker territory,” Anetra teases. “I’ll show you.” She shakes out her shoulders, trying to get rid of the nerves from a sudden audience—an audience of an extremely beautiful woman who happens by one small detail to be her wife.

Anetra squares up, centers herself, and delivers three quick punches, each one making the machine ring with the jackpot score. Sasha claps and cheers, and heat burns through Anetra. She could stay here all day, but there’s more to their investigation.

—-

Anetra lays her hands on the green velvet of Jax’s blackjack table. Sasha had suggested coming here next, figuring that after winning at the arcade, they probably felt lucky and decided to try their luck at blackjack.

“Yeah, you played a few rounds around ten last night,” Jax confirms. “With this woman who I’m assuming was your date?” They look at Sasha in question.

“Sasha,” Sasha introduces herself.

Jax nods. “Right. Well, you got twenty-one in the second round. Then you won two more times in a row, and I was wondering if I needed to get suspicious. Then Amethyst brought you more drinks because you liked them the first time.”

“Shit, I can’t believe we had more of that,” Sasha says, rolling her eyes and exchanging a hesitant smile with Anetra.

“Anetra drank half and then spilled the rest on the guy next to her,” Jax finishes.

“Did he punch me?” Anetra asks, pointing to her bruise.

“What? No. He was annoyed, but he was pretty drunk too.”

“Oh.”

“Why do you sound like you wanted to get punched?” Jax asks, then moves on. “No, you said you were gonna throw up and grabbed your chips and ran.”

“Oh,” Anetra says again, her vision of a thrilling fight at the blackjack table torn from her mind.

“So, did you throw up?” Jax asks with a little too much interest.

“Don’t remember. I don’t think so, anyway.”

“Do you know where we went after this?” Sasha asks Jax, saving the conversation from any further mentions of throwing up.

“Nope.”

Anetra sighs, but turns to Sasha hopefully. “Our mission continues.”

Sasha grins. “Yes it does, Agent Anetra.”

“I like that,” Anetra says quietly, heat clinging to her cheeks. In her black leather jacket, with Sasha in a gold dress that flows around her when she walks, they make great partners in crime, runaway agents in a spy movie.

“Can your mission continue away from my blackjack table?” Jax demands, and they run.

—–

Anetra leads Sasha through the gold slot machines, past rows of people pressing buttons and hoping for a jackpot. The machines are different in each section, with different themes and prize levels, but Anetra doesn’t think they’ll reveal much.

“Maybe we—”

“Anetra?” A voice calls. “Get over here.”

Anetra looks up to see Luxx, looking at her frantically. Luxx and Mistress run one of the more popular clubs in the casino, a glittering hideaway of its own little world, replacing the sound of gambling with music and dancing across a disco-lit floor. It was just as popular for its club scene as it was for its hidden inside diner, accessed through a mirrored hallway. Anetra spent almost every night there after her shows, eating and gratefully accepting the bags of ice Luxx brought for her knees, in exchange for listening to Luxx ramble about work.

Anetra and Sasha cross the casino hallway into the club, which is just getting ready for tonight. Normal lights are on, revealing plain tables stained from various drinks and sticky floors, all the night’s glamor and intrigue missing.

“I have your shit,” Luxx says, dumping a mini-backpack with a phone, credit card, roulette chips, and a room key into Anetra’s hands.

Her phone is dead, and of no help, but just having it makes Anetra feel normal again, like some of the world is returning to normalcy. “How do you have all this stuff?”

“Because you came here to dance and eat chicken tenders after playing roulette, and you left all that as payment. You disappeared before I could give it back.”

“Oh.” Anetra sheepishly slings the bag on her back. “I was pretty drunk.”

“Oh, I know. I don’t really even know your date’s name, it was just a bunch of s sounds.”

Sasha groans and rubs a hand over her face. “I’m Sasha.”

Luxx nods. “Good to officially meet you.”

“Did we do anything important while we were here?” Anetra asks.

“Oh, definitely.” Luxx breaks into a huge, possibly evil grin. “You two danced for a while. It was super hot, not gonna lie. Felt like a damn music video. Sasha whipped her hair around so fast I almost got whiplash…” They trail off, then regain their thought. “Then you went to the diner part. You ate chicken tenders and stared at each other like starving puppies. You talked for like two hours. I’ve never seen you so far gone for someone, Netra. Sasha even wiped hot sauce off your cheek at one point.”

Anetra tears her eyes away from Sasha. She doesn’t know if the embarrassment is from how hard she fell for Sasha, in love and ready to marry her after a few drinks and a few hours in her presence, or if it’s from not being able to remember any of it. She wishes she knew what they talked about, how much of themselves they had shared last night. She wants to know all of Sasha’s favorite things, what her life is like, what music she listens to. She wants all of those pieces, and after last night, she’s probably missed out on her chance. Playing secret agent in a casino has been fun, but after things are settled, they’ll probably both go their separate ways. Why on earth would Sasha stay in contact with some stranger she drunkenly married? Did any of what they felt last night really mean anything, especially if they don’t remember? Probably not, and any pieces of Sasha that Anetra had last night have slipped through her hands.

“Do you know where we went after this?” Sasha asks Luxx. She looks oddly wistful, almost like she was lost in thought too.

Luxx’s eyes light up brighter than the disco ball on the dance floor. “Well, that’s the best part. You didn’t let me get to it.” They pause, drawing it out as long as possible, until Anetra huffs. “You must have fallen deep over those chicken tenders, because you went to Loosey’s chapel.”

It makes Anetra’s heart skip a beat. This is it, then. The end is in sight. They’ll go to the chapel, see if Loosey can tell them anything besides you were drunk and got married, and then it’s done.

“I guess we’re heading to the chapel,” Sasha says softly.

“Yeah.”

—-

“You were drunk and got married,” Loosey says, her no-nonsense tone at odds with the sparkly pink walls of the chapel. The baby blue pews somehow look menacing, their empty seats staring at Anetra. “That’s about all I can tell you. Oh, I did bring you to a room.” She nods at Anetra. “You didn’t have your room key, and I wasn’t about to search your wife—Sasha, I think?—for hers. I thought it was easier to bring you to an empty one. I basically carried both of you, so you’re welcome.”

“Thank you,” Anetra says, and she means it. She wishes she didn’t act like a drunk idiot, but things could have gone worse if Loosey didn’t get them somewhere safe.

“I do have a phone that one of you left here. And a credit card with Sasha’s name on it.”

“The phone is mine too,” Sasha says, taking both from Loosey. “Thank you.”

“Of course.” Loosey pauses, biting her lip, then turning to them earnestly. “I can tell you—I’ve done a lot of these weddings. Most of them are disasters and I know they won’t last ten minutes. But you two. I don’t know. You looked right together. You looked like you meant the vows and the kiss.” She shrugs a second later. “But you were drunk, what the hell do I know? Maybe I’m just in a less cynical mood today.”

With that, she directs them out of the chapel and into the casino hall, where the shouts and yells and rings crash into them.

“Can I show you something?” Anetra asks. She doesn’t want things to end yet, doesn’t want to have the conversation they need to have.

Sasha nods, and Anetra leads her down to the fourth floor service elevator. For all the glitter and gold and glamor, this was always her favorite spot in the casino. It’s only a cramped bench near the elevator, but it overlaps just enough with the fifth-floor aquarium that you can look up and see the bottom of the glass tank that the turtles swim around in.

“I love this.” Sasha’s eyes shine in awe, and it makes Anetra want to marry her all over again.

“No one knows about this spot except the workers. I used to come here when I wanted a little quiet.”

Sasha sighs. “I guess we solved our mystery of last night.”

“The only thing we didn’t figure out is how I got this bruise.” Anetra presses it while she thinks.

But Sasha has a hesitant smile on her face. “Oh, um, I remember what happened. I didn’t want to tell you, because I figured you were picturing some big heroic fight.”

“I wasn’t,” Anetra insists weakly, though her head still plays the scene of her punching the guy who fought her after she spilled her drink, or defending Sasha from a jealous blackjack player, or even an epic battle where she single-handedly took down a bunch of pit bosses who were watching their wins too closely.

“Sure.” Sasha’s smile is too knowing. “Anyway, when you were leaving the blackjack table, you stumbled and walked into a pillar. Kind of anti-climactic, I know.”

“Are you sure?” Anetra asks, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Maybe some other secret agents were after us, and we had to flee across the casino, and I took them down with nothing but my fists and some blackjack chips.”

Sasha’s smile widens. “Maybe that is what happened. But I helped you take them down too.”

“You absolutely did.”

They slip into silence, and Anetra could stay like this all day. Sasha at her side, the turtles passing overhead. The day wouldn’t have to end. They wouldn’t have to decide what to do about these rings. She wouldn’t have to say goodbye to Sasha and wonder what could have been if they just had a normal night.

Sasha finally speaks. “So, I think I’ve decided whether this was a good idea or a bad one.”

“Worst idea of your life, I’m guessing?”

Sasha laughs. “Oh, this was nowhere near the worst idea of my life. No, this was—somewhere in the middle. And I might not remember last night, but today was actually really fun.” The joking tone is gone, and she looks at Anetra like she means it.

“Yeah, it was.”

“I—I like hanging out with you. I like you.” Sasha tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, looking up at Anetra hesitantly.

“I like you too,” Anetra says. If today was a date of sorts, it’s one of the best she’s ever had. She loves Sasha’s laugh, and how well she bounces off what Anetra says. She loves her hair and her eyes and the way she sticks her tongue out when she’s excited. “I wish I remembered kissing you,” Anetra says before she can stop herself. “You deserve better than some drunk wedding kiss.”

“You deserve better too,” Sasha breathes, and then she’s leaning in. Anetra’s heart leaps when Sasha’s lips meet hers, soft and warm and sweet. It’s the kiss they should have had last night, the kiss they deserve to have, with Sasha’s arms on her back and Anetra’s hands resting on Sasha’s waist, feeling her warmth and having it grow in her own chest. Anetra doesn’t want to let go, because she knows this is their farewell kiss, but she forces herself to.

Anetra takes her hands off Sasha’s sides and steels herself. Maybe if she starts the goodbye, it won’t hurt so bad. Like ripping off a Band-Aid. “So, I guess we—”

“I’m really hungry,” Sasha cuts her off. “Are you hungry? I think we should go to dinner and have a real date. One we can remember.” She stands up, offering her hand to Anetra, the wedding ring glinting in the light.

“Do you…are you sure?” Anetra just blinks at her, worried that Sasha will disappear if she looks away, or will change her mind.

“I’m sure.” She takes a breath. “Look, we can worry about these rings and that marriage certificate after. I just know that I like you, and I want to spend this week with you before we do that.”

“I’d love that.” Anetra slips her hand into Sasha’s, and lets Sasha lead her into the casino.

#rpdr fanfiction #s15 #anetra #sasha colby #anetra x sasha #salina estitties #jax #luxx noir london #loosey laduca #lesbian au #athena2 #concrit welcome

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tina-mairin-goldstein · 26 days

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Okay, here's the finished product of my lesbian Grindelwald and Dumbledore drawing! The quality isn't good, because I had to take a picture of it in poor lighting, but I'm so pleased with it.

Got to thank @keepmeinmind-01 for the post and conversation that got me going on this!

Reference pictures and WIP below cut.

I do not consent to have my art reposted on another site or used to train AI. Feel free to reblog and like, though.

Here are the reference pics:

(Last two were for the hair.) Dresses are 1920s and 1930s, period appropriate for what I wanted. Try as I might, I just could not draw Jude Law as a woman, so I adapted Gillian Anderson instead. And I don't mind a female Dumbledore being shorter than Grindelwald, or for female Grindelwald to seem a bit masculine. And here's the WIP:

I hope you guys like it as much as I do!

#fantastic beasts #albus dumbledore #gellert grindelwald #lesbian au #my art #art #long post

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ritual-transvestism · 3 months

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I finally started watching Twin Peaks and it’s sooo good, it the first thing that made me actually get into it so much that im gonna write a fanfic. It’s gonna be about Lucy (the best character) and it’s gonna be a lesbian au with a really butch unemployed sawmill worker who has to adjust to working at a convenience store and helping Lucy raise her baby.

It probably won’t be very good but that’s okay.

I'll probably post a link to it here once its ready to read

#twin peaks #Lucy Brennan #fanfic #lesbian au

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archiveofdorothea · 1 year

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I Hate To Love You, Chapter 1-Happy Fucking Holidays (Biadore)

A/N: So this started out as a mindless drabble and at some point turned into a whole oneshot. It’s a little different to what I usually write but I love how it turned out. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: College senior Bianca finds a freshman Adore intrinsically annoying, if only she wasn't so damn charming. At a Christmas party, Adore formulates a plan to get Bianca's attention, and it works a little too well.

Click here to read on AO3 or after the ‘Keep Reading’ to read on Tumblr.

It was Christmas Eve and snow was settling on the garden. It was cold, and Bianca would have much rather been cuddled up on the sofa drinking a hot chocolate. House parties weren’t exactly Bianca’s idea of fun at the best of times, much less at Christmas. Normally even the cast parties were a little too much for her, but she’d been dragged there by her friend and surprisingly she was actually having a really good time. Nearly done with rehearsals for her final project and her holiday theory work, she needed an excuse to let her hair down and actually have some fun. She’d been working so hard. She’d earned this.

So there she was, half way to drunk in the frat house of a guy she’d never met or heard of more than hearing his name from Courtney, with a bunch more people she’d never met. It wasn’t terrible though. At least Adore wasn’t there. Adore. Bianca didn’t know what it was about her or why she hated Adore so much. She was just irritating, to say the least. Regardless, she was pretty sure the frat guys wouldn’t let in a freshman anyway.

Adore was ridiculously charismatic and weirdly captivating with her long dark hair and piercing eyes. The only problem was she was just a fucking nightmare. She lacked any sense of professionalism, always turning up late to rehearsals or eating in the studio, and whilst her vocals were probably the strongest of all the first year students, her acting and in particular her dancing needed an insane amount of work. She found the most basic choreo a challenge and with the final project being directing her own show, it had become Bianca’s problem. Bianca, lacking in patience and tact, found herself frustrated at having to teach the same thing over and over again when they should be so much further ahead in the script by this point. The Christmas break came as only a relief, but she wasn’t looking forward to January.

Bianca sat with Courtney in the kitchen, pouring another shot of vodka into a glass. She got even bitchier when she was tipsy and all the shots were really starting to go to her head.

“She’s just so fucking annoying, and what’s with that blonde bitch? Are they dating? She’s not a theatre kid, that’s for sure.” Bianca observed.

“The Russian? Katya?”

“Yeah, is that her name?” She downed the shot and immediately poured another from one of the giant bottles lined up on the side.

“I don’t know, maybe? Why, you jealous?”

Courtney had been Bianca’s best friend since they started college three years ago. They’d been roommates in their first year and they’d surprisingly bonded. Bianca didn’t necessarily expect to get along with someone like her, blonde and perpetually perky, but she’d surprised her. She trusted her more than anyone else, and she was probably the only person who knew everything about her, able to read her better than Bianca could read herself.

Bianca scoffed at the audacity “Of course not.”

She wasn’t quite drunk enough to talk about her undeniable attraction to Adore yet.

Dani. ‘Adore’, she went by. Who did she think she was anyway?

Adore walked into the house, looking divine in a black bodysuit and fishnets, a red oversized tee thrown over the top. She’d pre-drank, so she was already pretty tipsy as she headed into the dining room, which was currently functioning as a makeshift dance floor. Adore knew Bianca would be there, and she was hoping the slutty outfit would entice her. She’d seen how she looked at her during rehearsals. That little glint in her eye that hid behind the annoyance and the glaring. She might be loud-mouthed and at times, a total cunt, but she was still hot. She held herself with a certain amount of confidence and grace, and it made her utterly irresistible. Adore wasn’t above admitting she wanted her.

“Of course not.” Courtney mimicked her, her little giggle more high pitched than ever. “I’m not convinced that’s true Bea, you seem to hate her a little too much.”

Bianca shoved her playfully. They were both pretty drunk now, Courtney staggering backwards despite barely being pushed. She cackled and extended a hand to her friend.

“I’m gonna go pee.” Bianca said. “You coming?”

“I wanna talk to Brody, find me in a bit?”

Bianca rolled her eyes. There’s no way Brody was good for her. “Sure. But be careful.”

“You worry too much.”

Bianca headed down the hall. “Someone has to.” She shouted back. It was no secret that she was the sensible one of the duo. Sure, she had wild moments, but she knew how to carry herself better than Courtney did. Regardless, at least she had some time to kill, able to pee in peace and grab some water.

She was just about to walk up the stairs when someone crashed into her, nearly falling and taking Bianca down with her. Bianca half caught her, the frame and flash of dark hair strangely familiar even in dim lighting. As she pulled herself back, the realisation set in.

It was Adore. Because, of course it was.

She giggled, the sound alone making Bianca grit her teeth. Her eyes narrowed. What was it about Adore that had so much power over her? Her eyelashes fluttered as she played the game.

“Isn’t that dress a little slutty for a senior?” Her smirk was dangerous. Challenging even.

Before Bianca even knew what she was doing, she had Adore pushed up against the wall. Her body pushed against her, fingers wrapped around her wrists, pinning her down.

Adore squared up against her, pushing her shoulders forward as much as possible to hide how worried she was. Bianca was far stronger than she looked, that petite body packing a surprising amount of strength, and she didn’t know whether Bianca wanted to kiss her or punch her. Bianca wasn’t exactly sure herself.

“Go fuck yourself.” Bianca spat.

“Why don’t you do it for me?” She came back, a knee flying between her thighs instantly. She pressed it up against Bianca’s cunt, grinding it against her.

Adore grinned as Bianca gasped in shock. She couldn’t help but feel a sizzling arousal below the surface. Bianca couldn’t help but want to fuck her senseless until that smile fell right off her face.

Adore only pressed her knee further up, Bianca slapped it away, digging her nails into a soft thigh. She took her hand roughly, dragging her wordlessly into the upstairs bathroom and locking the door. She pushed Adore up against it before sighing heavily, resting her head against the door whilst rubbing the bridge of her nose.

“What about Katya?”

“What about Katya?” Her brow furrowed in confusion. What did Katya have to do with any of this? She was too aroused by the whole situation to think straight.

“You guys aren’t dating?” Her surprise was genuine.

“She’s just a friend.” Adore confirmed. “God Bianca, you’re such a fucking idiot.”

Bianca didn’t seem to like that. She pulled at the other woman’s hair, hard. Adore yelped, trying to keep her head up, trying to maintain dominance, but she was fighting a losing battle.

“I’m smarter than you, darling.” She whispered against her lips before they crashed together.

Adore felt red hot all over as Bianca kissed down from her lips to her neck. She bit down hard, making Adore yelp. The line between pain and pleasure was a blur as Bianca sucked at the teeth marks she’d left. That was definitely going to bruise. She alternated between wet, open mouthed kisses and sucking more hickeys on to her. Adore couldn’t believe how worked up she was before she’d even stripped her of her clothes. She had to do something, refusing to let Bianca win, she pulled hard at her hair, forcing her to look up.

The surprise made Bianca accidentally loosen her grip on Adore, who took advantage of the situation. She pulled herself off the door, spinning around to pin Bianca up against the wall by the shower. Bianca struggled but Adore had height on her side and despite the fact that she was stronger, she couldn’t quite manage to push Adore off of her from this position.

“I- Adore.”

Having the usually loud-mouthed, outspoken Bianca pinned up against a wall was more than enough of a victory for Adore, but her losing her words was a huge triumph. Bianca always had a comeback for everything, but it turns out there was a way to shut her up after all.

There was a lot of tugging as Bianca tried to pull Adore’s shirt off. She threw it aside, sliding the straps of her bodysuit down her shoulders slowly.

“No bra? You’re an even bigger whore than I thought.”

She watched intently as Adore’s breast spilled out from under the bodysuit. They were small but so pretty, tanned skin framed with dusky pink nipples. She took one into her mouth, running her teeth over it roughly.

Adore prayed to a god she didn’t believe in that Bianca couldn’t hear her tiny whimpers. Bianca’s smirk against her skin however told her that she heard her loud and clear. That made her mad, dropping a hand down the front of Bianca’s shirt, annoyed when she had to push lace aside to pinch at her skin.

“Didn’t exactly come dressed for the occasion.” She taunted. Winding her up was just far too much fun.

“Well, I didn’t exactly expect to be fucking anyone in the bathroom when I got ready, did I? Especially not you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She scoffed.

Bianca raised one eyebrow as she looked up at her. “Bitch, please.”

Those long legs were plaguing her and she hadn’t even gotten to see what laid between them yet. She couldn’t help but imagine how they’d look wrapped around her waist. There was really no point in denying herself, the pride starting to fall away to the purest form of desire.

“Jump.”

She roughly carried a half-dressed Adore to the sink, leaning her against the countertop. She was grateful for the spacious counter space in there. She certainly wasn’t about to put her back out for this fucking brat.

The marble counter was cold against Adore’s bare ass, fishnets doing absolutely nothing to protect her skin. She fidgeted slightly as she leaned back instinctively to let Bianca pull the bodysuit down her legs, raising her hips slightly with her feet up against the edge of the sinktop, legs spread enticingly. She hesitated when Bianca reached for her underwear, her bodysuit immediately discarded to the floor.

“Wait!” She said, holding Bianca’s hand in place just as her fingers ran under the waistband of her thong. “Bianca, is this really a good idea?”

Bianca rolled her eyes. Her face deadpanned “No.”

Adore’s eyebrow furrowed as she looked at her in confusion. Bianca shook her head. “No?”

“No, it’s not a good idea. In fact, it’s actively a terrible idea. Now, do you want to get fucked or not?”

The frankness was weirdly attractive, but Adore was so flustered she wondered if she’d find anything attractive right now. I mean, she was in this scenario in the first place. Really? She questioned herself. Bianca Del fucking Rio? You should really know better.

“Make a decision or I’m leaving.” Bianca sighed. That tone was so similar to the one she often heard in rehearsals, and it renewed Adore’s passion.

“Fuck me.” She affirmed, nodding her head as if her words weren’t clear enough already.

As soon as her words left her mouth, Bianca yanked her panties down her toned legs, tossing them on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

“Be quick. I don’t need Courtney to come looking for me.” Bianca said, diving straight in to lick up the length of her folds.

“Fuck.” Adore muttered under her breath.

“Something to say, darling?” Bianca mocked her relentlessly. She couldn’t believe how soaked Adore was, how wound up she’d gotten before Bianca had barely even touched her.

Fingers spread her apart, lips closing around her clit. Bianca was talented with her mouth, knowing exactly how to pull a woman to the brink and back. She sucked at the sensitive bud, pausing every few seconds to lick, flicking her tongue up and down for variety.

It was working well, Adore coming undone underneath her made her feel smug. Adore coming undone because of her. There was no denying the evidence as her hips writhed, desperately trying to hump Bianca’s face. She leant an arm over them, pushing her further into the counter.

She ran her fingers around her hole, pressing two in roughly after a slap. It wasn’t hard, but Adore groaned regardless, half in arousal and half at the audacity. She started pumping the fingers in and out, searching for that spot inside her that would have Adore seeing stars.

The moan she let out was guttural, taunts falling away to gasps and moans. She couldn’t trust herself to talk. Bianca was just so good, and she was certain she knew it too as she radiated in cockiness. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, pushing her to the edge embarrassingly quickly.

“Bianca, please!” Adore begged, her head thrown back as she approached her orgasm. Having this beauty beg underneath her was intoxicating, and she wanted more from her, to push her to the absolute limit.

“Stop whining.” Bianca barked, punctuating her words with each thrust of her fingers inside of her. “Are you gonna come for me or what?”

Adore shook her head but they both knew it was a lie. Adore could feel the best building in her stomach and Bianca could feel her cunt twitch around her fingers. Bianca shoved her other hand over her mouth as she came hard. Her body fell limp, but Bianca didn’t stop.

She’d forgotten this was supposed to be quick as she pounded into her with even more force. She just had to hear those pathetic moans again.

“Bianca, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like? You know it really is a good job you picked theatre school, you never would have gotten into a real college.”

The way she managed to keep her fingers moving in time and not miss a beat was honestly a skill. She rubbed relentlessly at her g-spot and her thumb joined the action to rub her clit. Her arm burnt, but she was almost certain Adore was getting close again.

“Fuck you.” She bit back, but it was hard to maintain an insult whilst she pushed her hips impossibly closer to Bianca’s hand.

“That’s kinda what we’re doing.”

“Then shut up and get on with it.” She rolled her eyes, pulling her leg up over Bianca’s shoulder.

“Judging by your reactions I think I’m doing more than a good enough job. Or were all of those moans just for some other reason?”

Bianca had got her there, and she could feel another orgasm starting to build. How quickly Bianca could push her to the edge was honestly becoming a bit of a problem. She desperately wanted to hold off, prove to Bianca that she wasn’t as good as she thought she was, but as her tongue was added back into the mix she had no chance. Her hips twitched as she came again, her body falling limp against the back of the counter as Bianca helped her ride out the aftershocks.

She withdrew her fingers, immediately wiping Adore’s juices off of her hand and pulling her dress straps back up. She’d smudged her lip gloss beyond repair, so she just blotted it off with a piece of tissue and hoped no-one would notice. It was dark enough.

“Wait, what time is it?” Adore asked as Bianca did one last check over in the mirror. She was still in a post-orgasmic haze, moving from the counter seeming like a chore. She hopped down, finding her clothes from various corners of the bathroom.

“12:30.” Bianca said after a quick glance at her phone.

“Merry Christmas.” Adore said, leaning in to kiss the older girl with that stupid grin plastered on her face.

Bianca backed away with a smirk, rolling her eyes at the younger girl. “Merry fucking Christmas to me. Wait a second so it’s not suspicious will you?” She closed the door behind her.

Adore pulled her shirt over her head with a sigh. She really was going to have her work cut out for her if she wanted to capture Bianca Del Rio’s heart.

#biadore #Bianca del rio #adore delano #smut #hate sex #enemies to lovers #college au #christmas #house party au #lesbian au #my writing #writing #rpdr #drag race #rpdr fanfiction #dorothea #I hate to love you

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maidenluo · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/38532985

Chapter two of muddied roots and fragrant blossoms is up!

#svsss #shen yuan #scum villains self saving system #bingqiu #shen qingqiu #scum villain #mxtx #luo binghe #muddied roots and fragrant blossoms #lesbian au #lesbian bingqiu

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quilna · 2 years

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Weird ghostly looking Jekyll is giving new meaning to Lanyon learning to love the terror. I just imagine in this AU I’d they get back together, there will be a moment where she is getting ready in the mirror and Jekyll shambles over and kisses her neck and she doesn’t exactly look out together and she take her “ghost” over anyone else any day.

If Hyde ever actually shut the fuck up, she’d actually be scary. But alas, she never do that.

Hyde, points at Jasper screaming: your Thrawn Janet looking ass scared the boy baby. Good job.

Lanyon never used to like horror before and he was especially no monster fucker. She couldn't even imagine ever being such a thing or why anyone else would be.

Yet, as she brushes the tangles out of her spooky girlfriend's wild hair again, or has spooky girlfriend softly planting little kisses up the back of her neck as she shivers a little at the sensation, she's actually starting to see the appeal.

(And, if said spooky girlfriend ever turns out to be, say, some sort of shapeshifting monster..? Well, she might just be ok with that too.)

Hyde tries once to be silent for five seconds after seeing what a reaction people have to Jekyll but she can't do it. Within just one second, she's already yelling.

At least she can make fun of Jekyll for scaring people all the time.

#ask #quilna's asks #lesbian au

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puppyaulait · 5 months

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#myart #my art #bnha #my hero academia #mha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #decorakei #jirai kei #wlw #lesbian au

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eemamminy-art · 4 months

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real catgirl hours!! 💕🐈

#g'raha tia #crystal exarch #shadowbringers spoilers #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #lesbian au #genderbend

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When We Begin Again (Sasha Colby x Anetra) - Athena2

Summary: After a loss, Sasha grows closer to her daughter’s taekwondo teacher, and deals with her feelings.

A/N: Thank you so so much to @slutnetra for suggesting this idea, and for being lovely enough to let me try my hand at writing it. I hope this is at least close to what you had in mind, and I really hope you like it. Please leave feedback if you like, I really appreciate it!! Thank you to Writ for betaing.

Sasha is grateful Kerri fills the silence on the drive to her taekwondo class. Driving makes her nervous lately, even though she wasn’t in the accident, and the talking helps. It’s Kerri’s first class back after the summer—after the funeral, Sasha tries not to think—and she’s bouncing in the backseat. Her hair is finally long enough to have the pigtails she wanted since a girl in her class had them and she cried because she didn’t think she could have hair that long, and she twirls both as she talks about school and her friends.

“We’re here,” Sasha says as they pull into the parking lot.

Kerri quiets a little, and she holds Sasha’s hand on the way to the door even though she’s insisted she’s too old for that lately. Sasha squeezes her hand gently, rubbing her thumb along the back like she’s done since the day they adopted her.

Sasha’s only been inside the taekwondo studio—dojo, she’s pretty sure it’s called—a few times, when Kerri had a skills night. Jack always brought her to class. The reception area is bright and open, with awards and medals shining on the walls.

Anetra, Kerri’s teacher, is in the entrance, a little intimidating with her dark hair pulled back and a black belt around the waist of her white uniform. Sasha knows the uniform has a name, but can’t think of it once she sees the wings of a butterfly tattoo on Anetra’s chest peeking above the fabric. She hasn’t noticed anyone like that since Jack. It feels wrong, and she shakes her head to clear the thought.

Kerri runs up to her, and Anetra crouches down to Kerri’s height. The intimidating look on her face breaks into a smile, softening the scar running through her left eyebrow. “Hey, Kerri. Did you have a good summer?”

“Yeah!”

“I love the pigtails,” she says, and Kerri beams.

“Mommy did them for me!”

“She did a great job. Do you want to put your stuff away and get ready?”

“Okay!” Kerri runs back into the main room, and Anetra straightens up and turns to Sasha.

“Hi,” Sasha says.

She’s seen Anetra from time to time at the skills nights, but always from afar. She was at the funeral since she talked to Jack a lot when he dropped Kerri off, though Sasha’s memories of that day are too numb to remember any interactions with her. She does remember the reception after; Kerri had slipped away, and Sasha found her sitting next to Anetra, neither of them saying a word. When Sasha asked her about it later, Kerri said that she was tired of grown-ups talking to her, and Anetra just let her be quiet.

“Hi,” Anetra says.

“Kerri won’t be behind or anything, will she? I know she missed some classes after—“

“She’ll be fine,” Anetra says in reassurance. “It’s nothing too intense at this age group. I’ll be here to help her if she needs it.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” Anetra smiles sadly. “I know I talked to you at the funeral, but I wanted to tell you again how sorry I am.”

“Thank you,” Sasha says on autopilot. She’s heard it so many times since it happened, but Anetra sounds like she means it.

“How are you doing? I—I don’t know if it’s okay for me to ask that, or if you’re sick of talking about it.”

“I don’t mind. People don’t really ask anymore, now that it’s been six months.”

In the days right after it happened, people treated her like glass about to break. They were so kind, so helpful, and there was so much to focus on, that she had no time to break. But when the food people brought got eaten, when the texts to check in on her stopped, when the responsibilities of a funeral were gone and there was suddenly so much time with nothing to fill it, the more Sasha felt like she was going to break. Like there was nothing holding her together anymore. But she’s kept it together for Kerri, and deals with what she needs to in therapy. She’s not going to bother anyone else with it.

Anetra nods.

“Most days are okay,” Sasha continues, because something about Anetra makes talking easy. “They’re okay, and then I start to feel guilty that they’re okay. Like it’s too fast. Like I shouldn’t be okay this soon. Sorry, I didn’t mean to tell you all that,” she adds, running a hand through her hair.

“I don’t mind. And I understand. I think it’s normal to feel guilty that you’re doing better. But it doesn’t mean it’s wrong.” Her low voice is warm and steady, and as much as Sasha has kept things in, it’s good to talk to someone like this, no therapist’s desk in between them.

Two students and their parents file in, and Sasha snaps out of it. She’s just here to bring Kerri, and turns back to the door. “Thank you. I—I’ll be back to get Kerri.”

“See you.” Anetra smiles, and it lightens Sasha’s heart in a way that nothing’s done in six months.

—-

Time flows strangely for the next week. The days themselves go on for years of blankness, but put together, they happen in the blink of an eye. Her therapist says it’s normal, and Sasha listens to her. Before she knows it, she’s back in the car taking Kerri to class.

This time, there’s a puppy howling in the backseat too. Kerri’s been asking for one for years, but Sasha and Jack wanted to wait until she was a little older. She turned six over the summer, and Sasha decided that was old enough. Besides, lately it’s hard for her to refuse anything that brings Kerri a little joy, makes her feel excited. Kerri’s child therapist thought it might be good for her too. Hence the hyper dachshund in her backseat.

“Can we bring him inside?” Kerri asks once they reach the studio.

“Just to the door.”

Kerri runs to the door with the dog running beside her.

“Hi, Kerri. Hi, Sasha.” Anetra greets at the entrance. “And who’s this little guy?”

“Kerri somehow convinced me to get a dog last weekend.” Sasha sighs.

“His name is Stitch!” Kerri says proudly.

“He’s so cute. Can I pet him?”

Sasha nods, and Anetra bends down to pet Stitch. He sniffs her hand, and then jumps up, licking her face and wagging his tail a hundred miles an hour.

“Sorry.” Sasha pulls him away before he can completely slobber all over her. “He really likes you.”

“It’s no problem.” Anetra laughs. “Want to go get ready, Kerri?”

“Okay!” She gives Stitch one last squeeze, hugs Sasha goodbye, and runs inside.

“How’s everything going?” Anetra asks. It doesn’t have the hushed tone or hint of pity the question usually has when people ask her. It’s more like Anetra is just asking, like she would for anyone else.

“Okay, I guess.” Sasha shrugs. “Nothing exciting, really. Just work and getting things settled with the dog. Lots of laundry, for some reason. You’d think Kerri wears five outfits a day. That’s probably more boring than you wanted to hear,” she says with a laugh.

Anetra laughs too. “I mean, I spent the weekend cleaning my apartment. That’s even more boring.”

“That is more boring,” Sasha agrees.

“Yeah, and then I used too much bleach in the bathroom and almost got high. But not even in a good way.”

Suddenly Sasha’s laughing until her shoulders shake, laughing in a way she hasn’t in a while. It feels normal, and it’s nice to feel normal. “Sorry,” she gets out through her laughs. “I don’t know why I’m laughing this much.”

“Because of me and my horrible cleaning skills, that’s why,” Anetra says, the moment only ending when more students trickle in.

“I’ll see you later.”

“See you.”

—-

After a few weeks of their chats before class, Anetra surprises Sasha with a chocolate chip cookie when she reaches the entrance.

“This is kind of contraband,” Anetra whispers. “They’re for the kids and parents after class but I wanted to give you one before they swarm the dish. Just don’t tell.”

Sasha grins. “My lips are sealed,” she says, taking a bite. “Thank you, this is amazing. I have a headache from helping Kerri with her math homework. Did you know math is different now? Because it’s different.” Sasha’s great with history, but Jack was always better at math, making sense of numbers that made Sasha’s head spin. She tries not to think about that every time she has to watch a tutorial to make sure she’s showing Kerri the right thing.

“I could barely do math when it was normal,” Anetra laughs.

“Me too.” Sasha rolls her eyes. “But otherwise she’s been doing well. I think this class has been good for her.”

“It was good for me too, when I was a kid. I was quiet then. Even quieter than I am now.” Anetra smiles faintly. “But it helped a lot. It didn’t make me into some extravert, but I made a few friends, got more confident in myself. I think it was an outlet for those things I didn’t know how to say.”

It’s the most Anetra’s said at once, especially about herself. She seems to understand Kerri in some way, and Sasha thinks back to the two of them after the funeral, quiet and calm, Anetra able to give Kerri the peace that none of the other well-meaning adults could.

“Thank you,” Sasha says. She means it for a million things at once. For being such a good teacher to Kerri. For reassuring her own worries. For helping Kerri that day at the funeral. It’s not enough for everything, but Anetra nods solemnly, almost like she knows.

“You’re welcome.”

—-

It’s a hard week, one where the loss is big and dark enough to devour her. It comes to her in small things. Things she never would have thought of. Looking down at the rice she’s stirring and thinking that it’s not enough for three people, before remembering that it’s only for two. Wondering why she hasn’t seen any boxers or dress shirts in the laundry lately. Stretching her arm out in bed, and hurting like it’s the first time when she meets empty space.

The wind whips around as Sasha follows Kerri through the studio door, her head turning to see—

A tall man with blond hair, a polite smile on his face.

Sasha freezes like a wind-up toy that broke mid-motion. “Um, hi,” she says. “I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Sasha,” she adds smoothly, covering her confusion.

He nods. “I’m Steve, Anetra’s teaching assistant. I’m doing the class myself tonight because she’s not feeling well.”

“Oh.” Her mothering instinct kicks in, and she absurdly wishes she could bring Anetra soup, the way she would for Kerri. Or Jack. “I hope she feels better,” Sasha says, ignoring the tightness in her throat.

Lately she has to think about what she’s feeling, what emotion is making a home in that numb block of her chest. She’s disappointed, she realizes. Disappointed that she didn’t get to see Anetra, exchange their few minutes of conversation that make her feel normal. The disappointment cuts deep in her chest, heavy against her ribs, and she blames the intensity of it on sleep deprivation. Kerri had a bad dream last night, and Sasha was up half the night with her, holding her while she cried and reading to her until she fell asleep again.

She’s just tired, and disappointed, and that’s probably why Anetra appears in her dream that night.

—-

“Do you feel better?” Sasha asks Anetra next week, before she’s even fully in the door.

Anetra looks normal—no flush of a fever, no sniffling nose. “Much better, thanks. I had a cold, which wasn’t that bad, but then I got a migraine, and that was”—she glances around to make sure there are no kids nearby—“really shitty. I hate missing class, but I thought my head was gonna explode.”

“It’s good that you took care of yourself,” Sasha says, feeling like a hypocrite because her therapist reminds her of that all the time, that taking care of Kerri doesn’t mean she can’t take care of herself too. “I mean, you can’t break boards and stuff with a migraine.”

“Do you think I just casually break boards all day?” Anetra teases with a wry smile.

“No,” Sasha says, her cheeks warm. “Well, maybe a little. It would be cool if you did, though, wouldn’t it?”

Anetra laughs, that deep laugh that makes Sasha feel calm every time she hears it. “Yeah, it would. I’d be like some action hero.”

Just then, a kid comes barreling through, bumping Sasha just enough that she stumbles. She pitches forward into firm arms.

“You okay?” Anetra asks softly. She quickly pulls her hands off Sasha’s hips, and Sasha misses the touch. It’s been so long.

“Yeah, I’m good. Forget the boards,” she says before she can stop herself, “I think you’re already an action hero.”

—–

Time passes, slow and fast. They’re at the part of the year Sasha was dreading the most, like a monster lurking behind you in a nightmare: the holidays. As weird as it is, the holidays help, in a way. She lets the calendar dictate what she needs to do, and functions in that same autopilot mode she was in right after the accident. November means turkey and pie with her friends like always, because she doesn’t talk to her family, and Jack was never close with his. December means cookies and wrapping presents and carrying Kerri to bed after she falls asleep watching Christmas movies on the couch. January means a night watching Golden Girls reruns instead of the ball dropping, because for the first time in ten years, there’s no one to ring it in with.

They just happen, and that’s about all Sasha can say for them. They happen, and some moments she’s really enjoying everything, and some moments it’s like she’s in the room but there’s a sheet over her, and everything is hazy and faraway.

It also means no taekwondo classes, with all the holidays and days off school. When Sasha finally brings Kerri back in January, it’s like returning to a long-forgotten place. Especially when Anetra smiles in the doorway.

“Did you have a good holiday?” Sasha asks after Kerri has scampered away.

“It was nice. I did stuff with my friends. I don’t…my family and I…we don’t really talk,” Anetra finishes. Her head is down, and Sasha has learned that means she doesn’t want to talk about something anymore.

“I understand. Um, do you want to see a picture of Stitch dressed like an elf?”

Anetra’s head lifts, her face brightening with her smile. “Is that even a question? Of course I do!”

Sasha pulls out her phone and shows Anetra the dog, dressed in a dark green coat with a matching belt and little elf boots with bells on the tops, a pointed hat on his head.

“He was fine with it at first, but when I put the hat on he got so mad,” Sasha laughs. “I got one picture before he ran around to get it off. Then he chewed it up.”

“In his defense, the hat makes him look very undignified.”

“He’s a dog who tries to eat garbage, he has no dignity.”

Anetra laughs. “Yeah, that’s fair. The boots are my favorite.”

“He really likes the boots. He still wears them. Figures my dog would be a shoe lover like me.”

Anetra is still laughing. She’s still laughing, and Sasha is laughing with her, and that tingling in her chest is—it’s happiness. It rises like a wave, almost knocking her over in its strength and purity. Happiness wild and free, shining on her face and burning in her arms and legs because her body doesn’t know how to contain such a feeling anymore, doesn’t have the space for it.

Did the happiness just burst in her naturally, or was it made easier by Anetra? Anetra, with her kind eyes and deep laugh and listening ear. Anetra, who talks to her like she’s normal and doesn’t treat her like some tragedy. Anetra, who makes Sasha feel warm and happy, who makes her heart melt in that way it used to around…

The happiness, like her heart, turns to ice.

—-

The thought churns in her for weeks.

She likes Anetra.

Her wedding ring squeezes her finger, weighs her hand down, like it’s mad at her for even thinking such a thing. She and Jack were married for eight years, and together for two before that. Ten years, and now, he’s been gone for eleven months, and she likes someone. It feels like a betrayal.

Everyone tells her that Jack would want her to move on and do things, like go out with her friends instead of always declining. He wouldn’t want her to suffer and be sad for the rest of her life. Logically, she knows it’s true. He always wanted her to be happy, and if it can’t be with him, he’d want it to be with whoever made her happy. But it still feels wrong. Just like each good day where she has fun with Kerri and isn’t hit with a wave of sadness feels wrong. Like she’s moving on too quickly. If just having a good day feels wrong, how could liking Anetra not feel wrong? In some ways, it’s even worse, like she’s just throwing away the years of love she and Jack shared.

She talks it over with her therapist, who tells her that liking someone is natural, that it isn’t a betrayal. Her therapist suggests getting coffee with Anetra as friends. She doesn’t even need to think of it as a date. It can be something with a friend. Something for herself, since it’s been so long that she’s done something for herself.

It’s easier to think of it that way. She’s just asking Anetra for coffee as friends. Then she doesn’t have to think of how she leaves as early as acceptably possible to bring Kerri to class, so she can have a few more minutes talking to her.

She strides to the door behind Kerri, loosening the tension in her shoulders. Just coffee, just as friends. Asking is nothing, really.

“Anetra?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to get coffee with me this Saturday?”

“I would love to.”

—-

Sasha’s leg bounces into the coffee shop table, rattling her mug. She’d spent hours getting ready, trying to find something between sweatpant-casual and date-dressy, and settled for jeans and a sweater. She purposely came early to get a table in the cafe’s loft, private and secluded.

She waves to Anetra when she arrives, who waves back with a smile. She gets her coffee and makes her way to the loft, and Sasha can’t help staring, because it’s so different to see her anywhere but the studio entrance, in head-to-toe black rather than her uniform. Sasha can’t stop taking in all the pieces of Anetra she’s discovering. The black leather jacket that curves around her shoulders like a hug. The tiny lesbian flag pin on its collar. The silver ring in the right side of her nose.

“Hi,” Sasha says.

“Hi,” Anetra says, shyer than normal, like she’s not as sure of herself outside the studio. “How are you?”

“I’m good, but I…I was wondering if I could hear about you, if that’s okay?” Sasha asks. “I feel like I talk a lot.”

“Um, sure.” Anetra sips her coffee, and Sasha’s pretty sure she’s blushing.

She tells Sasha of nights sneaking out of bed to stay up and beat another level on one of her video games. Weekends spent at taekwondo tournaments, trying to do homework on the ride there, clutching a new medal or trophy on the ride home. She won major tournaments and world championships, and Sasha figures most of the awards in the studio are hers, not just the studio’s. She’s been on her own for a while, and opened the studio when the years of competing took their toll on her body, but she didn’t want to leave it behind. She likes ducks, and goes on walks in a park farther from where she lives just because it has a duck pond.

Sasha talks too, and they trade stories until they finish their first mugs, get refills, and finish those too. It’s not until her fingers absent-mindedly twist her ring around, like she’s done millions of times, that she realizes she hasn’t thought about him at all today. Her eyes burn with that familiar sting, and Anetra’s face softens with concern.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Sasha says thickly, trying to get it out around the tears burning in her eyes. “You didn’t do anything wrong, I promise. This whole thing has been perfect. It’s been perfect, and I…” And I didn’t think about Jack once, she thinks, but she doesn’t say it, because she’s breaking in that way she thought she would in the beginning, but never did.

“Hey, I got you.”

There are arms around her, soft and warm and strong, and Sasha lets herself melt into them, the leather of Anetra’s jacket soft against her cheek. She hates that she’s doing it here, that she’s ruining the day, but it’s almost a relief. To not worry about holding herself together anymore. To fall apart in someone’s arms, let them take some of the burden she carries. To just let that glass break, let it shatter into a million pieces, and not worry about cleaning the pieces up.

The tears flow and her shoulders heave, and Anetra doesn’t let go until Sasha pulls away, wiping the last of her tears. She takes in a deep breath that feels lighter, like she’s shed everything she’s been carrying for almost a year.

“Do you want water, or anything?” Anetra asks, still hovering at her side, like she wants to help but isn’t sure how.

“I’m okay.” She really is, calmer and lighter and relaxed.

Anetra sits back down, her eyes so kind and warm it nearly takes Sasha’s breath again.

Sasha breathes slowly. There’s more she needs to tell Anetra, and she wants to tell her while she has the chance. “I like you. I really do. And I don’t want to mess this up, or lose you.”

“You didn’t mess anything up. You’re not gonna lose me.”

“I–-I like you as more than a friend, if I’m being honest,” Sasha says, and Anetra’s eyes widen. “But I don’t think I can do anything about it yet. I need to take things slow. And I don’t want to forget Jack.”

“I would never want you to forget him,” Anetra says seriously. She bites her lip, and looks at Sasha, nothing but warmth in her gaze. “Sasha, I’m your friend, and I care about you. I–I want to be there for you. Whether that’s as friends, or if you ever want it to be something more. I’m here for you, no matter what. You don’t have to do this alone, you know? I know you’re used to doing everything yourself, but I’m here.”

The words are a hug just like Anetra’s arms. To know that Anetra’s seen her at her lowest, and it didn’t change her opinion of her. To know Anetra sees what she’s carrying on her shoulders, and simply wants to stand beside her and share it.

“Tell me about him,” Anetra says suddenly. Sasha hesitates, but Anetra nods in encouragement.

“Well, he never closed a drawer all the way a day in his life. Drove me nuts.” Sasha smiles a little, to bring up one of his flaws, instead of the endless positives everyone always mentions. “I really like oranges, but I couldn’t peel them when I had my nails done, so he’d do it for me. He’d take Kerri shopping and let her pick out his ties for work. She’d pick ones with flamingos and butterflies and flowers, and he’d wear them. ”

She could keep going, but she stops. The memories are warm and golden, but the sun hitting Anetra’s face is warm and golden too. Maybe she can live in the memories a little less and in the present a little more today, without it meaning she’s throwing the memories away.

“Anetra?” Sasha asks.

“Yeah?”

“Will you take me to that park you mentioned? I want to see the ducks.”

“I would love to.”

—-

Two Years Later

The wind rustles Sasha’s hair gently. She stands by the duck pond in the park, watching the little yellow ducklings paddle after their mother.

“Faster, faster!” The silence is broken by Kerri’s laughs and shouts as she urges Anetra to give her a faster piggyback ride. Stitch begins yipping along, and Kerri leaps off Anetra’s back and takes Stitch’s leash from Sasha, running around the duck pond with him.

Sasha lays the blanket on the soft grass, then stretches out on top of it. Anetra settles in at her side. They don’t talk yet; they don’t need to. Sasha just sits, and looks at the sun lighting up the pond in a golden glow, and breathes. Everyday gets a little better, a little easier. It doesn’t take away what happened, what she lost. It doesn’t erase the memories, but it makes them hurt a little less, until she can think of them and smile, rather than cry.

“Everything okay?” Anetra asks softly, stroking her hair.

Sasha rests her head on Anetra’s shoulder. She breathes in the spring air, breathes in Anetra. She loves Anetra, and Kerri, and their dog who barks too early in the morning, and she knows it’s okay to feel it. “Everything is perfect.”

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