#Long Macchiatos and Monsters

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Fave Five: Fiction with Trans M/NB Pairings

A Hundred Vicious Turns by Lee Paige O’Brien (YA Fantasy) The Feeling of Falling in Love by Mason Deaver (YA Romance) Meet Cute Diary by Emery Lee (YA Romance) Long Macchiatos and Monsters by Alison Evans (Contemporary Romance) Documenting Light by EE Ottoman (Contemporary Romance)

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Long Macchiatos and Monsters by Alison Evans

Jalen, lover of B-grade sci-fi movies, meets the far-too-handsome P in a cafe while deciding whether or not to skip uni again. When P invites them along to a double feature of Robot Monster and Cat Women of the Moon, Jalen can hardly believe that hot boys like bad sci-fi, too. But as their relationship progresses, Jalen realizes P leaves him wondering if they're on the same page about what dating means, and if that's what they're doing.

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Long Macchiatos and Monsters by Alison Evans

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Jalen, lover of B-grade sci-fi movies, meets the far-too-handsome P in a cafe while deciding whether or not to skip uni again. When P invites them along to a double feature of Robot Monster and Cat Women of the Moon, Jalen can hardly believe that hot boys like bad sci-fi, too. But as their relationship progresses, Jalen realizes P leaves him wondering if they're on the same page about what dating means, and if that's what they're doing.

Mod opinion: I haven't heard of this short story before. I'm thinking of checking it out because it sounds like an interesting disabled trans romance!

[writing-until-i-drop]

Wildflowers For A Hangman Ch. 6

Summary:

Daisy, a career novelist, moves in with her college best friend Phoenix who has been permanently assigned to Top Gun with Dagger Squad. She finds herself instantly connected with a cocky pilot who's soft only for her and Jake can't help but want to know everything about her. When the past comes knocking at both of their doors, will they stand together or fall apart?

Or: The Dagger Squad can't cook and Jake falls in love with a woman who makes a mean lasagna while they work their personal trauma.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin x writer!femOC | 18+ (eventually) minors dni. Fluff, smut (eventual), idiots in love, past trauma.

A/N: Natasha and Daisy help Amelia bake for her soccer team's bake sale. A man decides to tell the truth.

AO3 Link

Previous Chapter

Amelia’s playlist was full of Harry Styles, Halsey, and Girl In Red, blasting at top volume which had turned baking into more of a dance party. Natasha was spinning me around the kitchen while Amelia snapped a dozen pictures of us, laughing when Natasha dipped me.

“I need to get the brownies!” I laughed, slipping away from Natasha when she tried to dip me again. The counter was filled with cookies, blondies, and lemon bars that Natasha was in charge of packing neatly into cellophane bags with soccer balls printed on them. The toothpick came out clean so I swapped in a fresh tray of brownies, setting the timer. “When is your coach coming over to collect things?” 

“Kate’s stopping for coffee, do you guys want anything?” Natasha and I readily agreed, rattling off our usual orders. “Really, Phoenix, black?” 

“It’s hard to fu-fudge up,” She corrected herself mid sentence, earning a double eye roll.

“Smooth,” Amelia hopped up on one of the only clean spots on the counter. “I’m fifteen, not five, you can curse in front of me.” I gave Natasha an absolutely not look. “You should come to our first game, it’s sometime next month.” 

“We’d be happy to, Ames.” I passed her a cookie for “inspection”  and then another to Natasha. “What are your school colors? We’ll dress up,”

“Red and white, just don’t be embarrassing like Mav is.” 

“I’m betting he yells the loudest, doesn’t he?” Natasha asked, reaching for a second cookie. I smacked her hand away,

“He literally got thrown out for arguing with a ref, not once, but twice! Can you believe it?” From the stories I had heard about Maverick, it did not surprise me in the least that he had issues with authority, even at a high school soccer match. By the time the front door opened, almost all of the baked goods were bagged and ready to go.

“I’m here, you little monster and I brought more than coffee!” A woman’s raspy voice called out, the door slamming shut followed by three sets of footsteps. Coach Kate was not what I was expecting, a short woman with long, dark hair in cut off shorts and a crop top, her tanned skin covered in tattoos. She looked my age or even a little younger, carrying a cardboard drink carrier. “Hey, y’all must be Phoenix and D. I’m Kate,” The two girls behind her looked exactly like her but even the quick math was not mathing with how old the girls were but I didn’t dwell on it as she handed me my iced macchiato. 

“I’m Daisy, thanks for the coffee, Kate.” 

“Yeah, thanks! Do you want a cookie?” Natasha offered her up our rejects pile, cookies that she and Amelia had accidentally broken throughout the morning. Kate snatched one of the snickerdoodles, 

“Thanks. Girls, why don’t you go practice drills while the adults talk.” 

“Alcohol’s in the pantry!” Amelia shouted, hurrying out of the back door with her friends. Natasha and Kate were on the same wavelength, heading straight for the pantry.

“There’s tequila!” 

“Daisy, you’re a girl after my own heart if you love tequila,” Kate announced with a laugh, “Sometimes José is the only thing that helps after a day with the girls.” 

“Are they your nieces?” I asked, pulling the final pan of brownies out of the oven, testing them with a toothpick.

“My sisters but I have full custody,” Kate explained, pouring three shots, “The oldest is Bryley and the youngest is Mariah, they’re sixteen and fifteen.” 

“They seem like good kids,” Natasha noted, glancing out of the window. Amelia, Bryley, and Mariah were taking turns juggling a soccer ball. “But damn, two teenagers at what, thirty? That’s got to be a lot.” Kate shrugged, lining up three more shots.

“I mean, yeah, it’s fucking awful but they’re also amazing. They’re less like my sisters at this point and more like my kids.” I looked out at the yard, watching the girls laugh and play. Did I want kids? I never had before, not even when Harvey talked about how much he loved his girls, something my therapist had hinted at was connected with the trauma of losing my parents. Which, duh. But the idea was starting to sound more appealing the more I tossed it back and forth in my head. My phone buzzed as Kate pushed another shot towards me.

Jake: How’s it going?

Daisy: Ames’ coach dropped by and now I’ve done like 4 shots in ten minutes

Jake: Tequila?

Daisy: Tequila. 

Jake: Phoenix drinking too?

“Tell Jake to leave you alone, it’s girl time!” Natasha protested, easily grabbing my phone from my hands. 

“You don’t know it was him,” I grumbled, thanking my lucky stars that I had managed to hit the lock button. Kate looked between the two of us, one perfectly shaped brow arched.

“Who’s Jake?” 

“Her boyfriend,”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“He wants to be your boyfriend and you want to be his girlfriend, you’re just ignoring the situation because it stresses you out.” I flipped her off, not knowing what to say to that. Kate, bless her, passed me another shot. 

“And this is exactly why I don’t date, well, that and the two gremlins I’m raising.” And that was exactly why I didn’t date often either, minus the raising two gremlins part. Being single was simple, all I ever had to do was worry about myself, my friends, and my family. But Jake had just slipped himself so easily into my life that it didn’t feel like the inconvenience of my prior relationships, where I had to bend and compromise to reach an agreement on everything. He was simply there, holding my hand, kissing my hair, sending Natasha home with bags of M&Ms for me at least once a week, and constantly checking in with me over the phone. 

“Give me my phone, Tasha,” I held out my hand, “Or I’m telling the daggers about spring break in Miami.” Natasha practically threw the phone at me, Kate’s boisterous laughter filling the kitchen.

“You guys are a riot but I should probably head out, the team mom wants me to drop off all the bake sale stuff soon.” The three of us got the car packed and thankfully, Bryley had her license and dutifully took the keys from Kate. My head was buzzing from the tequila as we cleaned the kitchen, listening and dancing to Amelia’s music. We were halfway through cleanup when I remembered Jake’s texts.

Jake: ?

Jake: Sweetheart, are you drunk at 11am?

Jake: Do you need me and Javy to come and get y’all?

Daisy: Sorry! Got distracted, yeah we’re drunk but don’t worry. Tasha ordered pizza and we’re going to hang out for a few more hours

X

The metal of the cuffs cut into my wrists as my lawyer droned on and on about how we were out of appeals and that the state had set a date for my execution. I had a month left to live. Somebody had better warn the devil I was coming. 

“Mr. Lance, do you understand what I’m saying?” I hadn’t been listening but I nodded, adjusting in the cold metal chair. “Unless you have something else to offer, the Governor will not be extending a stay of execution.” 

“I’ve got something to offer,” Those FBI bastards would be mad as hell and so would the rest of the soft, sad world when they heard the news. “How does a full confession sound?” My lawyer, a public defender in a cheap suit sighed, rubbing at his wrinkled brow.

“Mr. Lance, you’ve already been found guilty of ten counts of murder.” Ten, that was a rookie number and I was anything but a rookie. I laughed,

“And what would happen if I confessed to more?” 

“Well, they’d have to investigate your claims and if they found them credible, then they would put you on trial.” And with all the information I had to give, I’d be on trial for the next decade.

“Call the FBI and tell them I’ll confess to twenty-one more murders,” The man went white as a sheet and I half expected him to puke on the table, “But I’ve got conditions.” 

Next Chapter

Taglist: @dizzybee03 @littlezee80 @cinderellasmissingshoes @carolina-on-my-mind03

[thedisabilitybookarchive]

Queer Disability in Romantic Fiction

[ID: A poster. Large white text in the centre reads "Queer Disability In Romantic Fiction". In the upper left corner, smaller black text reads "Disability in Books". The background is a wood grain pattern, with the top and bottom of bordered by a row of book tops. In the upper right corner, the logo for the Disability Book Archive. In the lower left corner, the disability pride flag in the shape of a heart, and the rainbow pride flag, in the shape of smaller heart slightly layered on top. In the lower right corner, a stack of cartoonish books. /end]

[ID: The same poster. The text and stack of books has been removed. The hearts and logo have shrunken in size. There are 7 book covers. From left to right, the covers are: "Ziggy, Stardust and Me" by James Brandon, "Wrong to Need You" by Alisha Rai, "Wicked Sweet" by Chelsea M. Cameron, "Verona Comics" by Jennifer Dugan, "Their Troublesome Crush" by Xan West, "Stars in Your Eyes" by Kacen Callender, and "Stars in Your Eyes" by Jessica Walton and Aska. /end]

[ID: The same poster. The book covers have been replaced. From left to right, the covers are: "The Stagsblood Prince" by Gideon E. Wood, "Sick Kids in Love" by Hannah Moskowitiz, "The Never Tilting World" by Rin Chupeco, "The Luis Ortega Survival Club" by Sonora Reyes, "Long Macchiatos and Monsters" by Alison Evans, "The Doctor's Discretion" by E. E. Ottoman, and "Connection Error" by Annabeth Albert. /end]

[ID: The same poster. The book covers have been replaced. From left to right, the covers are: "A Shot in the Dark" by Victoria Lee, "Bound to the Monarchs" by Brooke Winters, "An Unseen Attraction" by K. J. Charles, "Stronger Still" by D. N. Bryn, "Something to Talk About" by Meryl Wilsner, "The Second Mango" by Shira Glassman, and "Origami Strip Tease" by Peggy Munson. /end]

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A list of 21 romance books featuring queer, disabled, and queer-disabled characters and themes!

I know not every book featuring lgbtq+ characters has to be a romance, but I appreciate the sheer diversity that is the queer romance genre. It's just fantastic.

I tried to diversify the book selection here- half of the romance section is lgbt literature, so I tried to pick as many different sexualities and disabilities as I could without repeating too many of the books from previous lists.

The books on this list are:

🏳️‍🌈 "Ziggy, Stardust and Me"- Brandon, James

🏳️‍🌈 "Wrong to Need You"- Rai, Alisha

🏳️‍🌈 "Wicked Sweet"- Cameron, Chelsea M.

🏳️‍🌈 "Verona Comics"- Dugan, Jennifer

🏳️‍🌈 "Their Troublesome Crush"- West, Xan

🏳️‍🌈 "Stars in Your Eyes"- Callender, Kacen

🏳️‍🌈 "Stars in Their Eyes"- Walton, Jessica. Aśka.

🏳️‍🌈 "The Stagsblood Prince"- Wood, Gideon E.

🏳️‍🌈 "Sick Kids in Love"- Moskowitz, Hannah

🏳️‍🌈 "The Never Tilting World"- Chupeco, Rin

🏳️‍🌈 "The Luis Ortega Survival Club"- Reyes, Sonora

🏳️‍🌈 "Long Macchiatos and Monsters"- Evans, Alison

🏳️‍🌈 "The Doctor's Discretion"- Ottoman, E. E.

🏳️‍🌈 "Connection Error"- Albert, Annabeth

🏳️‍🌈 "A Shot in the Dark"- Lee, Victoria

🏳️‍🌈 "Bound to the Monarchs"- Winters, Brooke

🏳️‍🌈 "An Unseen Attraction"- Charles, K. J.

🏳️‍🌈 "Stronger Still"- Bryn, D. N.

🏳️‍🌈 "Something to Talk About"- Wilsner, Meryl

🏳️‍🌈 "The Second Mango"- Glassman, Shira

🏳️‍🌈 "Origami Strip Tease"- Munson, Peggy

Information on these books and more can be found at the Disability Book Archive.

Happy Pride Month!

[poppypatchwork]

SFW regressors, I don't know who needs to hear this, but don't feel ashamed on where your cute gear comes from. As long as it's not from, like, fascists or something, you're not a monster for getting stuff from independent companies who mostly sell to NSFW folks. You can enjoy a product without being supportive of the seller's value - life ain't black and white like that. Everything you buy, even your basic necessities was probably sold by people who you wouldn't gel with. Think of it like buying a coffee. Buying from a Starbucks when you know what it goes to makes you a bad person. Buying from a local coffee shop when the barista is just kind of a jerk doesn't make you a jerk.

The thing is, our community is a lot younger, both in age range and how long it's been around. Most of us do not have the resources to make and sell our own gear. I would love cute printed dips made by a purely AgeRe company, but that sadly ain't the case yet.

Think of it more like this:

"Fuck you, got your money :)"

"Fuck you, got your delicious caramel macchiato :)"

Apply that to regression gear and it'll remove your fears. (Obviously If you're a minor don't buy from these shops)

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Hello!

I was wondering if you had any good recommendations for books containing disability/disabled characters? Fiction or non fiction. I'm trying to put together a little disability literature resource, and I've occasionally seen you share some books on it. I thought your blog would be an excellent place to come to for some more global ones!

Thank you, and I hope your reading is going well!

Oh wow, I haven't been making many lists lately so I'm not searching out books as much as I used to. But here are some more global/non-US ones that I know of/have gathered from various lists ( I haven't read all of these but most are on my TBR if I haven't.) I'd love to see your resource when you're finished!

A Time to Dance by Padma Venkatraman (India) A girl must relearn to dance with her new prosthetic.

One for All by Lillie Lainoff  (France) In 17th-century France a girl with POTS/chronic dizziness wants to become a Musketeer.

The Weight of Our Sky by Hanna Alkaf (Malaysia) A girl with OCD must survive riots in 1960s Malaysia to find her mother.

Black Bird, Blue Road by Sofiya Pasternack (medieval Khazaria) A Jewish girl defies angels to find her twin a cure for his leprosy.

The Theft of Sunlight by Intisar Khanani (fantasy N. Africa/Arabia-ish series) A girl with clubfoot teams up with a thief to tackle child trafficking.

The Library of the Dead by TL Huchu (Scotland, diverse heritages, series) Magical mysteries with a wisecracking wheelchair-user secondary character.

I Am Not Alone by Francisco X. Stork (Mexican-American) Contemporary novel about an undocumented boy developing schizophrenia.

Scar of the Bamboo Leaf by Sieni A.M (Samoa) A girl with a limp finds a relationship with a delinquent newcomer boy.

Noor by Nnedi Okorafor (Nigeria) A woman with cybernetic enhancements due to disability finds herself on the run.

Akata Witch by Nnedi Okorafor (Nigeria) A girl with albinism discovers that she has magical powers.

On the Edge of Gone by Corinne Duyvis (Netherlands) An autistic girl worries about being chosen for a survival group before an apocalypse.

Love from A to Z by S.K. Ali (Qatar) Romance where the love interest has multiple sclerosis

Torch by Lyn Miller-Lachmann (Czechoslovakia) 3 teens try to escape communism, including an autistic boy whose father threatens institutionalization.

Beasts of Prey by Ayana Gray (pan-African fantasy series) One of the main characters has OCD.

Dear Fang, With Love by Rufi Thorpe (Lithuania) A bipolar teen and her estranged father search for their heritage in Lithuania.

Long Macchiatos and Monsters by Alison Evans (Australia) Short romance with 2 disabled trans people.

Russian Doll by Cristelle Comby (Swiss author, set in London) Series of mysteries with a duo of private detectives, 1 of whom is blind.

Crazy by Benjamin Lebert (Germany) Autobiographical coming-of-age, the MC has partial paralysis

[daisychainsandbowties]

Fireside, cider, orchard, quilt? 🥺👉👈

fireside: if you had your dream wardrobe, what would it look like?

this is going to sound so autistic but my ideal wardrobe would be 1000 soft hoodies that never get dirty (and definitely among them that shin hati one from hot topic 🥰🥰)

and then (bdbdbdb) soft trousers that somehow work as they should and look good and actually fit me but without the waistband touching me ever at all

oh! and for summer 5 different soft t-shirts and a toggle on/off button for top surgery. tits should definitely just be a wardrobe thing i should be able to put those little guys in a drawer (with snacks i’m not a monster!)

and a cloak!! a big black cloak that flares dramatically on command and can be used as a sleeping bag or a soft blanket or a weapon in combat. and it gives me advantage on stealth checks

and also lightsabers and swords for accessories. um and boots with so many buckles for no reason but soft and they let me use the dash action as a bonus action

and the wardrobe itself would just be my inventory. a pocket dimension

cider: a food that you disliked as a child but now enjoy.

vegetables!! 🥰🥰 my mom used to make me eat carrots on pain of death and based on lies about darkvision and ‘rudolph would be so disappointed he loves carrots casper’ but now i like all vegetables (okay except cucumber and beetroot and parsnips) and especially green ones. and ESPECIALLY broccoli. little trees you can eat like ur one of those long-neck dinosaurs and actually to ants and fruit flies that’s exactly what you are 😳🥹🥹

orchard: share one thing that you’d like to happen this autumn

wow the future exists ummmm i would like… for my friends to be happy i mean that’s maslow’s whole entire triangle right? pyramid scheme but it’s my friends are happy and i don’t understand what a pyramid scheme is

on a more personal note i want shin and sabine to fuck nasty or if we want to get super extreme maybe also kiss 🤔🥰

quilt: how do you take your tea/coffee

um well my favourite tea is lapsang souchong for normal reasons not because a dragon was called that one time and he was super polite and good at chess and a crime lord. i have that just plain because of course!!

coffee i also drink black but not often because it makes me feel sick. i REALLY like the fancy ones like lattes and caramel macchiatos and cappuccino but they make me even more sick so… yeah. i do keep a tin of coffee around to smell though because you should be more cat and just sniff things. then you can smell when other people are sick like me and hannibal lecter. 🥰🥰

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2023 Day 7- Minotaur- Part 2

The Rut

Thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 prompt list. As well as @catbatart for their's too. You guys are phenomenal.

Part 2

Pleasant Surprise

But Bauvar got pleasantly surprised when he went to go get coffee the next morning and he recognized your voice when the barista greeted you. 

“Bianca Darling, how are things?” She asked as she didn’t even bother to ask what you wanted and the moment she saw you, immediately started to make it for you. 

“Busy, it’s velvet stripping season.” You answered. 

“Oh you poor thing. How many do you have today?” She asked as she dumped caramel sauce and extra chocolate into the caramel macchiato. 

“18. Most of them moose and caribou too. It’s going to be a very long day.” You answered. 

“How many bouquets of flowers did you get yesterday?” She asked. 

“23. But I got a gift card for this place. So you’ll be seeing me a lot more frequently.” You chuckled. 

“And how many dates did you have to turn down?” She asked. 

“Only six. Thankfully, I could use my ‘I don’t date clients from the spa’ line, always the new clients too because my ol’ reliables already know not to ask.” You admitted. 

“Were any of them even tempting?” She asked as she topped it off with whipped cream and caramel drizzle and Bauvar fought not to shove or sideswipe the guy between the two of you in line to hear your answer.

“Yeah, always a couple, of course the ones that are tempting usually don’t ask.” You admitted with a shrug before she handed the coffee off to you before you used the gift card and grinned to see how much was on it but electronically left a hefty tip to the always hard working baristas. 

“Beaver?” Another barista called out Bauvar’s coffee and his ears laid back as you simply softly snorted a laugh through the mispronunciation of his name. 

“It’s..Bauvar, but whatever.” He grumbled under his breath as he took it. 

“Oh, hey, how are the antlers today?” You asked when you went to walk by him to grab a straw and a few napkins from the counter.

“Much better, you were right, woke up and didn’t feel a thing other than relief. Thank you so much for squeezing me in. I was told you’re pretty popular.” He smiled as his ears perked up. 

“Well when you have the experience I do, it kind of comes with the territory.” You shrugged. 

“Well it shows. You do excellent work.” He praised. 

“Thank you. I try.” You smiled appreciatively before a big bouquet of flowers caught your eye as you smiled to wonder if it would go to any of the baristas. But when your eyes traveled up to see who was holding them,eyes got wider for a moment as your face fell and even tensed before you ducked your head and quickly tried to duck away from the holder of the extra large and extravagant bouquet of flowers before the newest addition to the coffee shop spotted you and made a B-line for you while practically screaming your name across the coffee shop as you wished the ground would open up to swallow you just to get you away from him. 

“Beautiful Bianca! I found you! The salon said you weren’t in yet. I wanted to make sure you got these from me.” He insisted as he came over and thrust the bouquet into your face that had as many gift cards as blooms practically in it. 

“Thanks Rick. You really, shouldn’t have.” You begrudgingly took the flowers from him. 

“But you’re the best stripper in the world, I just wanted to make sure you knew you were appreciated. Did I tell you that I’m going to be opening up a new spa? I would love to have you be my first hire. Really, I’d happily double the rate that you’re making now, plus tips.” He insisted as you grimaced at the word ‘stripper’ and wondered how many people in here now wondered if you were an exotic dancer by the way he just said that as Bauvar frowned deeply to see how you were reacting to Rick. And an unease soon grew in the pit of his stomach and every instinct he had was telling him to shove this guy off because you were clearly, not interested and unreceptive.

“Well if you could get that in writing and drop it off at the salon, I promise I’ll look it over and consider it once I get through the busy season. I’d already booked so far out with them. And I’d hate to cancel on anyone.” You offered as an excuse. 

“But I could even get you a sign on bonus that I’m sure would make up for any lost business from where you are now. How about I take you out to dinner? We could talk about it then, I could pick you up at the salon at 7 or even 8 or 9, depending on how busy you’d be today.” He offered. 

“I’m sorry, but that’s never going to happen. I have a noncompete. Plus, I already have plans.” You tried to excuse, desperately grasping at straws here.

“With what? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind you breaking them, especially when it’s such a great opportunity. And non competes are a bunch of bullshit anyway, legal, mumbo-jumbo. And I’m sure there’s plenty of loopholes you can take advantage of. I got a buddy whose a lawyer, I’m sure he’d find at least a lose thread or two to pull at to make that noncompete- obsolete.” He tried to say as Bauvar simply stood there and watched the interaction and even he could sense how uncomfortable and uneasy you were while he, even on a very base business level, was offended at Rick’s attitude to something as serious as a noncompete could be. And it was clear this asshole was not taking any of the hints nd not taking no for an answer. 

“She has plans with me, and yes I do mind.” Bauvar spoke up and had he been looking at you instead of staring down at the deer- minotaur, he might have seen delight and relief brighten your features.  

“And you are?” He asked Bauvar as he stepped up closer and held his gaze challengingly. 

“This is Mr. Bauvar Leopold, he’s my new boyfriend. And we already have dinner plans tonight. Sorry.” You managed to say as you gratefully slipped your freehand into the crook of Bauvar’s elbow while you held the bouquet in the crook of the arm on the other side after you used it to place the bouquet there while the other hand still held your drink. 

“Oh, well surely, you wouldn’t object to her making more money right? It’s a noncompete, do you even know about those things? They’re…” He began to mansplain. 

“Actually, I’m a corporate lawyer. So yes. I do know about noncompetes. And I’m sure the one that Bianca has signed is quite thorough because The Velvet Spa is a medical facility and meticulous in every single detail. And while I personally haven’t read it over and given her my full legal assistance yet, because it has yet to come up in our relationship, if she wants to revisit that, that will be her choice made in her own free will and not something she should ever be coerced into. But for now, she really needs to get back to work. Excuse us.” Bauvar insisted as he gratefully took you out of there. 

“Thank you so much. I really appreciate this.” You thanked him as you checked to see if Rick was following you. 

“You’re welcome. Did you really sign a noncompete?” He muttered under his breath as he walked you down the street. 

“No. Are you really a lawyer?” You asked. 

“Yes.” He confirmed. 

“Nice. Congrats. But thank you for the save. I just might actually hire you to draw one up just for me then, if it’ll keep that asshole off my tail.” You offered. 

“Does this happen to you alot?” He asked. 

“Yes, well, no. Well. Let me clarify. Have other people tried to head hunt me for other medical spas that specialize in services for taur clients? Yes. I’ve gotten offers from…literally all the major brands and public sector and private sector and across the board. That, I’m used to.” You clarified. 

“However, that particular individual is particularly heinous. Nothing against deer minotaurs in general, but that particular guy, I call him Dick Rick behind his back, he is such an asshole. He screwed his business partners and his ex wife over with his last business and he’s always out to make a quick buck any way he can. And I would guarantee you that whatever spa he’s talking about it- would most likely be completely dependant on all of my clients following me only to use me for a season and then hang me out to dry. He practically creates businesses overnight, only to get as much credit as he can, use them to fleece whatever market he can before he has the business file for bankruptcy. He is as shady and slimy of a scumbag as they come.” You divulged. 

“Yeah, I gathered.” Bauvar nodded in agreement. 

“And at first, it was the personal interest in me. Which I politely refused. But he does not know how to take a ‘no’ as an answer from anyone. I’ve gotten more bouquets of flowers from him than I know what to do with. He’s spent a fortune just in flowers because I think in his head- that’s how a taur woos a human apparently. He’s already done the same thing to other taur specialists, velvet strippers in particular. But his last venture was to have the stripper part be very literal. As if any self respecting professional would give a striptease while they are wielding a surgical scalpel. He has no respect for the profession.” You continued. 

“Ew.” Bauvar scuffed and nearly gagged at the implications. 

“Oh, it gets worse. He’s a cash only client because usually he’ll book up every service in the salon and then his cards won’t have the credit when they run them after the service, no tipping, no referrals, if anything he’s tried to poach more clientele than anything. Every time I see him, I wish I could turn invisible so he doesn’t see me.” You confessed. 

“So, stalker, basically.” Bauvar realized. 

“Yes. Which is why I’m so grateful and thankful that you were able to step in. Back there. He’s one of those assholes that will usually only respect another male’s word or opinion more than a woman’s.” You ventured. 

“That’s disgusting and inexcusable. Would you like for me to look into restraining orders?” Bauvar asked. 

“No, because it’s the rut and hopefully his interest will die, once he goes through it and it abates as his own hormones aren’t sending him into a pursuer frame of mind, like they are right now. Hopefully once he manages to scrape enough money to get into a real whore house to get laid, he’ll ease off.” You hoped which caused Bauvar to snicker a laugh. 

“Hopefully. But if he doesn’t. Don’t hesitate to protect yourself ok? I understand you deal with the public and have to have professional courtesy and all that, but this is not normal. This screams obsessive stalker to me.” Bauvar said as he gestured to the flowers. 

“Yeah, you’re probably right. But thank you so much for stepping in and getting me out of there because I hate it when he comes in and causes a scene at the spa and especially when he waits for me by the parking lot. Last year, he completely surrounded my car with bouquets of flowers, and waited in the parking lot, in his car, and practically juiced up while he waited for me to get out of work.” 

“Well, then why didn’t you do something then?” Bauvar asked worriedly. 

“Because the only reason why he singles me out specifically is because he found out I was “the best” that the spa had and he’s been out to get me ever since. And I’d rather it happen to me than to any of the other girls at the spa and salon who don’t have the experience or don’t have the wisdom to see past his bleached antlers. Last year, even when I stripped the velvet off of him, during the appointment, he wouldn’t shut up the whole time about ‘how awesome and amazing it was’. And then after the service, when I’m already elbow deep into my next client’s velvet, he nitpicks and complains all to get a free service. He’s so two faced, I hate that in every guy, it doesn’t matter who or what he is either. And I refuse to work on him, let alone with him. And whenever he’s at the spa, the managers have to practically sit on the session to make sure he doesn’t try anything. He even comes in for extra antler bleaching and antler sharpening, he’s not happy unless his own antlers are ready to gore anyone within charging distance. He’s ridiculous.” You confessed in a low murmur as you clung to Bauvar’s arm. Grateful that he was there at least to save you from Dick Rick this time. 

“Yikes.” Bauvar muttered back as his steps had now fully synchronized with your own. 

“Will he do the same thing now?” Brauvar asked. 

“Who knows.” You sighed tiredly.

“Well, not to be like Mr. Bleached Asshole, but do you have anyone at the spa who can walk you out when you’re done or does the spa have security guards or?” He asked.

“Well, usually this time of year, we usually all wait for each other and walk each other out at night and as a safety and security protocol, there has to always be at least two people there while the business is open. The manager says they’re getting a security guard, but because of the time of year, it’s hard to get good help without them also looking to take advantage of us, cause it’s just that time of year where the rut turns everyone into a hormonal teenager again, especially the other tuar girls and even us non taurs can get caught up in it too.” You admitted. 

“Well I can get off of work anytime. Here’s my card, this is my cellphone, if he’s hanging around, call me, and I’ll come, at the very least, to be big bad lawyer and if need be- stand in boyfriend if he really doesn’t back off.” He offered. 

“You sure your wife or girlfriend won’t mind?” You asked him as you looked at his hand writing on the back of the business card and appreciate different aspects of his handwriting. 

“No. It’s fine.” He reassured you. 

“Thank you so much Bauvar. Hopefully I won’t have to bother you but thanks for offering in the first place. It means a lot. Have a good day at the office. No more bloody suits and expensive dry cleaning bills.” You thanked him gratefully before you went into work which got him to laugh again. 

“Yup. Same there, good luck wading through all the hormones and velvet between obnoxious bouquets.” He offered which got you to throw your head back and laugh as you neared the door. 

“Especially the obnoxious bouquets.” You offered with one last waive and smile over your shoulder before you went into the spa as he simply stood there with a fond smile before he finally remembered he should be heading into work and pulled himself away to go into the law firm that was around the corner so to speak. Wondering how he had never noticed this spa here before. 

“Ladies, aren’t these flowers obnoxious?” You asked the front desk. 

“Yeah.” They laughed. 

“Dick Rick gave them to me. At the coffee shop. He said someone in here told him that’s where I was. So, who told Dick Rick where to find me?” You asked the team of receptionists before everyone looked at each other in alarm before the newest of the receptionists had her ears pinned down while her cheeks flushed before your eyes traveled down the line and found the guilty party as your face deadpanned as she dropped her gaze guiltily as you walked down the desk to stand in front of her to get an explanation.  

“He said he was your fiance and it was a surprise.” She volunteered. 

“Emily, no. That’s not true. I’m not engaged to him. I’m not even dating him. I never have and I never will. He’s an asshole who has been trying to poach both the clientele here and the specialists here too. He turns into a stalker during the rut. For future reference, don’t ever confirm someone works here to people who the others have not told you or introduced you to who their significant others are. And never say what their schedule is or where to find them. It’s dangerous and unprofessional. That’s how we lose good specialists in here because we’ve had more than our fair share of stalkers. And you guys are especially vulnerable because you’re working front desk and are seen the most. So, Emily, who trained you?” You asked her as calmly yet seriously as you could.  

“I did, my mistake Boss. I thought I went over that. I’ll go over it again.” Macy offered. 

“Thank you, the last thing I want is for anyone in here to be victimized, especially by douchebags like Dick Rick.” You urged them before you went to the General Manager’s office to tell her what had happened and how the whole staff would benefit from revisiting safety protocols. And ask where she was on hiring those bodyguards as she pulled their resume’s up and promised she would get them in there ASAP. 

“Boss? I thought Charline is the owner?” Emily balked in horror once you walked back. 

“No. Charline is the public face of the place because Charline and Bianca grew up together. But Charline simply does hoof trimming and polishing. It’s Bianca who bought and modeled the building and hired Charline to be the face of the business because Bianca is human and at first so few people took her seriously other than the people she grew up working on. Suddenly, with Charline saying that Bianca was the best in the business, that’s when the business took off. Bianca owns the place and literally signs our paychecks and it’s her licenses and certifications that are the reason we can charge as much as we can and have to pass medical board and have medical codes for our services. She’s the reason why we’re a medical spa in the first place. But Bianca simply doesn’t like that much limelight. She’s happy to let others assume it’s Charline’s business because she’s a red deer-taur herself. But Bianca is the reason we have the massive clientele we do. And the reason we can make so much and can offer all the services we do.” Macy explained. 

“Oh shit, so am I fired?” Emily asked as tears came to their eyes. 

“No. You might receive a reprimand from H.R. and the front desk manager. But that’s it. Bianca’s not heartless. She would never fire someone for a single mistake.” Macy reassured her before Nancy came up. 

“Emily, Bianca told me what happened. From now on, please don’t give out anyone’s personal information, especially their location. When and if we have another situation  like this. If they are here, simply say they are busy with another client and then, we can always claim that we have two people by that name if the person doesn’t want to see them. Or that they quit and we don’t know where they went and have no way of contacting them. Ok?” Nancy reminded Emily. 

“Ok.” Emily nodded as she wiped the tears from her eyes. 

“Also, these are for the front desk. Bianca said she doesn’t want them but they should be a reminder to everyone here what could happen if we loosen up on our safety procedures and protocols. Also we’re going to be having security guards coming in hopefully tomorrow. But for now, Rick’s profile has been flagged as a safety hazard to personnel. And he’s not allowed to schedule appointments in the future. OK?” Nancy reminded them as she put the flowers, now in a vase up on the counter with some of the others that had been brought in. 

“Yes Ma’am.” They all echoed in understanding before she passed out all the gift cards that had been with it. 

“Don’t get too excited, they only have $5 on them anyway.” Nancy chuckled. 

“Oh, that’s low.” Macy sneered at the gift card. 

“Why get ten gift cards with 5 dollars each on them. Just get one with 50 on it and be done with it?” Ashley asked. 

“Dick Rick is an egocentric narcissist. He’s all flash, no substance.” Macy muttered. 

“So he’s done this before?” Emily asked and watched as they all nodded yes. 

“Oh yeah, but he’s been hung up on Bianca for a couple of seasons now. Usually, when it’s the rut, she’s used to her taur clientele getting crushes on her. And so she doesn’t think anything of it. But even after the rut, he’s still pursuing her because he’s entitled asshole who always wants the best for himself and he knows she’s the best. So that’s who he wants. If we started saying that you’re the best in business, he’d drop his interest in her in a heartbeat and start going after you instead. And he’d use you up like kleenex and then toss you once he used you up, like he’s done with every ex he’s had, who, coincidentally, come in to use the spa themselves.” Macy explained.

“Oh.” Emily blinked but still frowned at the gift card she got. 

[rumor-weed]

{{Omg can I request a Petunia and Vicki Drabble LMAOOOO}}

Some women just wanted to watch the world burn. Vicki would’ve settled for just one particular redhead.

Okay, maybe burn was a little… harsh. It wasn’t Petunia’s fault that things went south between her and Larry. If nothing else, she should’ve been mad at Larry. This wasn’t her Misery Business moment, or her Better Than Revenge moment for that matter.

Jealousy, however, was a very human feeling. It was also an inescapable monster who could snatch you up and consume you before you even knew you should run, and that monster dined on Vicki like she was a five course meal.

She curled her long blonde locks between her fingers, tilting her head to the side as she read over old email exchanges between her and Larry.

“Larry,” she read out loud to the empty apartment, “I’m going into town today to apply for that TV reporter job. Do you want to go get lunch together? Xoxo, Vicky.”

Then, in a cartoonishly mocking voice, Vicki answered,

“Gee Vicki, I sure would like to, but I promised someone else I’d meet them for lunch so she could interview me! Uh, I mean, interview my friend, Larry-Boy, who is super reclusive so I have to answer for him, and anyway, maybe we can meet for a movie after?”

She rolled her eyes, turning her office chair around so she was facing the wall. Newspaper articles she had written. Pictures of Larry-Boy. Pictures of Larry, if she could sneak them. An old office photo they took together at the Christmas party a year ago.

They kissed under the mistletoe. They went on dates, had serious discussions about their individual futures, and then…

Petunia Rhubarb came to town.

She snatched up that TV reporter job right from under Vicki. Told her they already found someone and sent her on. And when Vicki waited for Larry at the movie theater after the interview, she waited over an hour. She tried calling, he didn’t pick up. She paged him. Nothing. At one point she called his home phone number, one he had said was ‘only for emergencies’, but… this felt like an emergency. For all she knew, Larry could’ve been dead on the sidewalk. However, when she called, a British voice answered, “Master Larry’s residence, how may I assist you?”

A fake number. He had given her, all this time, a fake number. Or he had answered and was playing a cruel trick on her, pretending to be someone else. She hung up in tears.

When Vicki was particularly sad, she’d stop and get her favorite coffee from the Bumblyburg Bean. Just a macchiato, warm enough to comfort her, enough caffeine to keep her focused.

Looking back on that day, Vicki now wished her comfort treat had been pizza, or a burger, or an ice cream sundae, or literally anything else other than coffee. She might’ve still fooled herself into two more weeks of blissful ignorance.

Instead, she opened the doors to a rude display of PDA between Larry and a giggling, airheaded ginger girl.

“I’m so proud of my girl,” Larry was saying, pushing away some ginger curls to make room on her cheek to plant a kiss. “You nailed that interview, ‘Tunia!”

Vicki stared in shock at the blatant display of affection. Larry hadn’t even noticed her come in. She stalked over to their table and slammed her palms down flat on the surface, and Larry and Petunia jolted away from each other as if Vicki had struck lightning between them.

“Oh! Hey, Vicki! This is Petunia! I meant to introduce you to her -“

“You were supposed to meet me an hour ago,” Vicki snapped at him.

Larry’s eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, dumb brown caterpillars contemplating their desired closeness. His eyes widened behind wireframed glasses, and he gasped. “Oh! The movie! Shoot, Petunia, I told you I was forgetting -“

“So, this is your ‘girl’, huh? Isn’t she pretty? Do you kiss everyone who interviews you?” Vicki spat out the words.

Petunia looked at Vicki with wide, innocent eyes. “I’m so sorry, I’m lost. What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing, you didn’t do anything wrong,” Larry assured her. “Look, Vicki, I just made a mistake and forgot. This is my girlfriend Petunia. She’s a reporter. She just got hired like, on the spot for -“

“The TV reporter job at channel 3,” Vicki answered in a soft, disbelieving voice. “The one I was supposed to interview for today. And they said it was filled. And you’re… dating her?”

“Oh, shoot! I had no idea that was the same interview. Gee, Vicki, I’m sorry!”

Vicki felt burning rage in her heart. “So like, what is this? You’re just going to be blatant about… cheating on me with this…?”

“Cheating?” Petunia echoed, and she looked at Larry with that same confused, wide-eyed look. “You were dating someone?”

“No! We were just friends! I mean, we kissed once but that was because of the mistletoe, and you hafta kiss under mistletoe, and -“

A sob escaped Vicki’s lips, the crack of her heart’s escaping echo. She covered her mouth. “Oh my god.”

Petunia stood up from her chair. “Vicki, I’m - this is -“ she touched Vicki’s shoulder, and Vicki screamed,

“Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare even talk to me!”

Petunia recoiled. Larry stayed seated, offering a pitiful, “I’m sorry if you thought…”

He didn’t bother to finish the sentence. Vicki was already at the door.

She quit her job the next day, packed her things, and moved back home to her small town. Until now. A year later she was back in Bumblyburg, trying to figure out how to rebuild a bridge from the ashes she left behind. It was as fruitful an attempt as you’d expect.

She turned back to face her computer, opened a browser, and typed in the address for her yet unused blog.

“The Truth About Larry-Boy” was written in big letters across the website banner, but she wasn’t going to start with dessert. She had several appetizers to offer first.

She put her fingers to the keyboard and typed out her first blog post’s title:

“Secret Identities Are Not An Excuse to Be a Two-Timing Asshole.”

[lgbtqreads]

Do you have any recs for books with romance starring an FTM trans person (nb or trans man) that include more explicit s*x scenes?

Sure, check out Coffee Boy by Austin Chant, A Shot in the Dark by Victoria Lee, Reverb by Anna Zabo, Second Chance by Jay Northcote, Second Chances in New Port Stephen and Chef's Choice by TJ Alexander (protag in the latter is a trans woman but the love interest is a trans man), Long Macchiatos and Monsters by Alison Evans, and if you're looking for something kinkier, Sex in C Major by Matthew Metzger.

[magic-belodie]

Summary MCLAL Armin episode 5 of all the choices, I didn't put in the proposal or NSFW summary.

I only put in here the part that changes.

(I forced a smile. That's not really what I had in mind...) Armin, told you that he brought home a game from a friend to test. You force a smile, this was not what you had in mind for your weekend. So you say okay and ask what kind of game it is. There's no title screen? No menu, nothing...? You just started the game and there is no menu. You ask why there is no menu. Armin thinks his friend will work out the details later. This is mostly long... Do you think we're going to start playing soon? The intro is playing. You think that intro is too long. But Armin thinks that you need all the info to play. Do you think we can refuse? It sounds complicated. The mayor just explained the task to you. You find the task too difficult and want to refuse. But you can't because there won't be a game if you could refuse. Is he serious?! He just told us the world is in danger! The mayor just told you that the world is in danger. You are wondering if the Mayor is serious. He just told you that the world is in danger. But it is just perfect to get to know your powers according to Armin. And you have to start small. Let's go see him, actually: we don't have all night. You just defeated the rats and want to see the mayor. Because you don't have the whole night. Armin points out that actually you do. You have the whole weekend. But you are right, let's go to the mayor. Do I have time to finish my macchiato? You just gave Armin his cappuccino and he got it all up. Now he wants to play again, but you want to drink your own coffee. Then end of the world won't wait for that. You can drink it while you listen to the mayor. Let's keep things simple: we each take the path of our color. Armin and you have come to a split. You suggest taking the path of your own power. Armin thinks it sounds logical. You will see each other on the other side. When you enter the door, you get to see monsters of your own element. Trying to kill them won't work. Armin and you die, both. It is game over. We should stay together. Splitting up can't be a good idea. Armin and you have come to a split. You think it is better to stay together. Armin agrees with you. You start with the door on the left side, the water one. The water monster appears and the one with the water powers can't hit them. The monster will hit that person and he/she dies. It is game over. But that's stupid: we won't be able to hurt water elementals with fire either... It is game, over. Armin thinks now that you should have done the opposite. And destroy the elements with the opposite element. You think that, it also won't work. Maybe there will be something else. You go try the opposite way and get back into the game. This time you defeat the monsters. Well, let's try again, we switch and we go back! We'll show them! It is game over. Armin and you discuss what you could do next. You suggest using fire on water and water on fire. Armin agrees with you, it should work. You both go back into the game, and you take the opposite door of your element. This time you defeat the monsters. Yeah! It should work! We'll show them, those filthy beasts! It is game over. Armin and you discuss what you could do next. Armin suggests using fire on water and water on fire. You think it will work. You both go back into the game, and you take the opposite door of your element. This time you defeat the monsters. But that's stupid: that water magic hurts fire elementals, okay, but the other way around? It is game, over. Armin thinks now that you should split up and each go for the opposite door. You think that, it won't work. Maybe there will be something else. You go try the opposite door of your element and get back into the game. This time you defeat the monsters. It's too easy, it's not even funny! You just defeated the element monsters, and You think that this part is too easy. It was just a bit of luck. You really made him cross the whole city?! Nath has come inside with burgers because he lost a bet. You ask Armin if he made him cross the whole city. Nath accepted the bet. Armin didn't force him. Armin would have done the same if he had lost. You ask him if he can't bet money like everyone else. But right now, Armin is more hungry than he needs money. And Nath finds betting with money illegal. You all go sit down to eat. You can watch us play a bit, if you want. Nath turned to you because Armin won't let him play. You tell him that he can watch a bit if he wants too. Nath is okay with that, asks if Armin doesn't mind, and of course he doesn't. You explain to Nath that you are looking for a ring to save the world. You are now in a labyrinth. Armin and you go back into the game. You continue a bit in the labyrinth until you don't know more, if you are going the right way. Then it is time for Nath to leave. Nath and Armin will play another time together. Nath goes away and Armin and you go back into the game. Come on, I feel sorry for you. Take my spot for a while, if you want! Nath turned to you because Armin won't let him play. You feel sorry and tell him, he can take your spot for a while. Armin looks at you, slightly annoyed. You tell him that you are sorry and that you still will watch. You can redo the beginning at worst. Armin agrees to that. Nath says that Armin's girlfriend is nicer than Armin. Nath takes your place behind the screen. You are surprised with how low Armin is into showing the game to Nath. You watch them play the beginning all over again. Until they are back at the moment where you had to stop. Then Nath has to leave because still has some work to do. Armin and you go back into the game. Tell your friend that his labyrinth is discouraging! You are kind of stuck in the labyrinth and don't know any more if you are going the right way. You find it discoursing and thinks that Armin should tell that to his friend. Armin is sure you will get through it. Yeah, alright. We get the point, it's good, just die already! You two defeat the monster. You find that the monster took a bit too long with dying. The only thing left to do is to get the reward. Alright, fine, let's get this over with! Armin wants you to open the chest. You say alright let's get over with it. Maybe after it, you two could watch a movie. You're right, we have to finish saving the world! Armin and you defeated the monster, the only thing left to do is open the chest. But you want to do something else. Armin asks if you are sure you don't want to open it. You agree, you two have to finish saving the world. Armin and you will celebrate later. You go back into the game and open the chest. Okay. I'll open the chest. And then… Armin and you defeated the monster, the only thing left to do is open the chest. But you want to do something else. Armin asks if you are sure you don't want to open it. You agree to open it. After it, Armin will get what he deserves. Armin smiles at you. You go back into the game and open the chest.

[disabled-dragoon]

I went through my spreadsheet picked out a couple that I don’t really see around and think are interesting:

Constellations by Kate Glasheen- Graphic Novel, Realistic Fiction, LGBTQ+, Addiction, 1980s America

Defying Doomsday by Tsana Dolichva, Holly Kench- Short Story Anthology, Science Fiction, Speculative Fiction, Post-Apocalyptic

Highway Bodies by Alison Evans- Horror, Science Fiction, LGBTQ+, Zombies, Australia

Long Macchiatos and Monsters by Alison Evans- Novella, Contemporary Romance, LGBTQ+, Australia (Can we just take a moment to appreciate Alison Evans’ range) (Technically this one is New Adult)

Bianca Torre Is Afraid of Everything by Justine Pucella Winans- Mystery Thriller, LGBTQ+, America

Dread Nation series- Historical, Fantasy Horror, Zombies, 1880s America, LGBTQ+ (I’m realising now that I’m a sucker for historical zombie fiction)

There were others I wanted to add but they’re just out of the bounds of YA so.

Help out an independent bookshop by telling me your favourite underrated/not super popular YA books!

Hi all! I work at a small independent bookshop and we are in the process of expanding our YA section. I figured it would be a waste to ignore the fantastic nerdy community we have here so I figured I’d ask y’all: 

What are your favourite underrated YA books? What good YA books do you know of that you rarely see in libraries or small bookshops? 

Thank you all so much and happy reading!!

[b-br4ve]

When reading a story about trans and non-binary characters of colour with physical disabilities, I need much more than a short novella.

[thedisabilitybookarchive]

'Long Macchiatos and Monsters'- Evans, Alison

Disability Rep: Prosthetic Leg, Disfigured Hand

Genre: Romance, Contemporary, Short Story

Age: New Adult, Young Adult

Setting: Australia

Additional Rep: Transgender, Genderqueer, POC

For more information on summaries, content warnings and additional tropes, see here:

[educated-dumbass]

Physical Disability/ Chronic Illness Book Masterlist

Quick Key:

🌻= found on Readanybook for free

🍄= I’ve read and recommend

🥀= on my tbr list

Fantasy:

Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami (Hemophilia) (Loss of certain mental faculties due to injury) 🌻

One for All by Lillie Lainoff (POTS) 🍄

Six of Crows by Leigh Bardugo (Reading disability) (Character that uses a cane) 🍄🌻

Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo (Reading disability) (Character that uses a cane) 🍄🌻

The Moth Girl by Heather Kamins (Fantasy chronic illness) 🥀

A Curse So Dark and Lonely by Brigid Kemmerer (Cerebral Palsy)

Graphic Novels:

Mooncakes by Suzanne Walker (hard of hearing mc) 🥀

The Degenerates by J. Albert Mann (Clubfoot)(Down Syndrome) 🥀

Mis(h)adra by Iasmin Omar Ata (Epilepsy) 🥀

Historical Fiction:

The War That Saved My Life by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley (Clubfoot) 🌻🥀

The Reckless Kind by Carly Heath (deafness)

Literary Fiction:

Unbroken: 13 stories starring disabled teens written by an assortment of disabled creators edited by Marieke Nijkamp (Wheelchair User)(Unspecified Mental Illness) (Blind MC) (Anxiety) (Chronic Pain) (Schizophrenia) (MC with a Cane) (Bipolar II) (IBS) (Cerebral Palsy) (Autistic MC) 🍄

Turning by Joy L. Smith (Wheel Chair user) (Spinal injury) (Stutter) (Brain Injury) 🥀

Electricity by Ray Robinson (Epilepsy)

Horror:

The Call by Peadar O'guilin (disability as a result of complications from having polio as a child) 🥀

Mystery:

Silent Fear by Lance Morcan (Deaf MC’s) 🥀

Russian Dolls by Cristelle Comby (Blind MC)

The Sacred Lies of Minnow Bly (amputee)🌻🥀

Poetry:

A Time to Dance by Padma Venkatraman (below the knee amputation as a result of a car accident) 🍄🌻

Red, White, and Whole by Rajani LaRocca (Mother with Leukemia)

Romance:

The War Within (character in wheelchair) 🍄🌻

Wild and Crooked by Leah Thomas (cerebral palsy)

Long Macchiatos and Monsters by Alison Evans (MC with prosthetic limb)

Get a Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert (Chronic Pain)

Science Fiction:

Ascension by Jacqueline Koyanagi (character with chronic immune deficiency) (character with prosthetics)

Iron Widow by Xiran Jay Zhao (uses a cane and a wheelchair due to foot binding) 🍄

Otherbound by Corinne Duyvis (epilepsy? Kinda) (Amputee MC) 🌻🥀