#ohh one of my ta's is also super handsome

[petasse02]

Im so sad

I learned my eye candy had a girlfriend today and that means i can't stare at him anymore

Like how am i supposed to pass time in class now, and i can't stare at another girl's boyfriend that's a no no for me

But i think it'll be okay cause in my physics class yesterday i turned around and literally saw my future husband

I love arabs and that one was WOW nice lil beard good curls now i need to see how his style is (we were sitting so i couldn't see)

The thing is im very bad with faces so i might not recognize him

But he was super pretty so if i see him on campus again ill probably still think he's super pretty

[sassyhazelowl]

Another Femslash Exchange gift, this time for @yugiohrox  I’ll never turn down a chance to write lucana. I hope you enjoy it even though I struggled with the ending and took all day to finish haha.

WC: 1339 Time: ~30 minutes + 10 minutes edit time Status: edited for typos and grammar

"Divine," came the moan from the only occupied corner of the coffee shop. The hectic, morning rush had come and gone, leaving the staff frazzled and sagging in relief it was over. Lucy's teammate had taken his thirty, leaving the shop in her capable if tired hands. "How do you do it, my Coffee Goddess?"

A flush threatened to spread across her fair skin starting at the nose and ending at the earlobes. Her whole childhood had been full of teasing for turning bright red, her spangle of freckles even more evident when lit up from below.

"What do you mean, Cana?"

After three weeks, they were on a first name basis.

"This coffee," the woman elaborated, swishing the contents of the plastic cup perilously, sprawled across the posh booth with one lazy leg over the edge and her elbow propping her up. The next motion nearly splashed over her bare, tanned skin, but she didn't seem to notice, amber eyes half lidded like a lazy cat. Lucy and Gray had both agreed she was super hot... but also super obnoxious too. Right now, the barista was tapping into her famous customer service patience, half-suspecting Cana was still a bit drunk despite the time of morning and her barely consumed coffee. "It's perfect, babe. Like, when I made ice coffee, it sucked!"

"What..." she was almost afraid to ask but curiosity got the best of her after hearing about Cana's attempts to make popcorn on the stove, "Did you do?"

"Huh? Tossed that shit, 'f course, nasty!"

"I mean, how'd you make it?" Lucy clarified as Cana sat up, curls spilling over her generous top gracefully. For all her faults as a cook, she certainly seemed to know how to command attention.

'I'm so gay,' Lucy told herself in exasperation, keeping her eyes on Cana's. 'Gray, you bastard, taking your lunch and leaving us alone after last time.'

"Oh... well, I dumped that tube-thingy in first..."

"Instant?" It came out a scandalized gasp.

"Yup. Then I dumped in the ice."

"D-dumped in... the ice...?"

Cana made a face, pert nose crinkling and laugh lines showing, "Stirred it all up 'f course, doll, I'm not a total dolt."

Lucy felt faint, like she was getting the details to a particularly horrendous crime. That poor, poor coffee. Even instant didn't deserve such a cruel fate.

"Tasted like shit," she grumbled, "And fucker was next to my pop too. Took a swig and swore off cold coffee. That's the crap they serve in god damn hell, ya get me? It's the refreshment of the fuckin' devil!"

Lucy struggled to keep her face straight. "You're drinking cold coffee now."

"Only cuz an angel offered it ta me," Cana sang, taking a chug and sighing loudly, and a bit rudely, in appreciation. Lucy lost her fight against the blush, feeling it creeping towards her neck. An angel? As if. "Damn, I came in here cuz my a/c's busted up and first thing I see is a halo, how's that for luck? And I thought to myself, you don't walk away from that, only a dumbass would, and I ain't a dumbass. Not when it comes to girls at least."

Lucy swallowed, eyes getting bigger at the brazen admission. Cana was laying it all on the table without a care, although she paused to take another chug, and Lucy fought down the urge to teach her to sip. You sipped coffee, enjoyed it. She put a ton of love and care into every cup!

"It's too hot not to have a/c," she blurted out inside. Stupid, so stupid. Any idiot with skin could tell it would melt off in this kind of weather. "Not to mention, Lucifer was an angel, so how did you know it wasn't a trap to lead you astray?"

"Girl, you could lead me into temptation any day; I'd fall from heaven with you in a heart beat, if ya don't mind pickin' me up here in purgatory." The wink she gave was so lewd and full of promise, Lucy felt a flutter and shiver in different parts of her.

The flush was plunging down, and she was sure her entire neckline was a sunset now. If it went any further, other things would be lit, and God Gray would never shut up about it. That jerk would crow about it forever, how he was right with his eagle eye.

"Haha," Lucy forced a laugh, shrill and off-key, "This shop isn't that bad, is it?"

Cana snorted but a smile played around her lips and she rattled the left over ice thoughtfully, sitting up and crossing her legs, flipflops discarded on the ground under the table. Nails painted bright red, unapologetic and dazzling, just like their owner.

"Yea, doll, it is that bad."

"Then why do you come over every day?"

Cana fixed her with a pointed look then sighed dramatically, rolling her eyes upwards and grumbling, "Too innocent. Anyone who can make that cold crapola taste like nirvana is too pure for this world. Take a hint, girlie!"

"Hint?"

"She's asking you out, Luce," Gray advised, leaning on the counter with a smirk on handsome face. How long he'd been enjoying the free show, she didn't know, but she hoped he hadn't been filming it. In general he was decent, but any time he got together with his boyfriend, he got bad ideas in his head. "I told you, she was checking you out."

"Kept hopin' for a number on a cup, you get me? Like in the movies and shit. Thought you baristas were romantics."

"Have you seen Gray?" Lucy retorted and Gray scowled in protest, "I'm romantic. You try rubbing Pyro's stinky feet every night."

"Ohh, that there's true love," Cana digged, "You sure I shouldn't go out with this guy here, babe?"

"I'm sure," Lucy replied, feeling a bit of jealousy bubble up. It was always like this; Gray was such a hog! And he knew it too, with that smirk and unbuttoned top for the customers to get hot for. "He left out the part where he trips his boyfriend to get to the shower first in the morning and puts shaving cream on his nose as a joke because Natsu sleeps like the dead."

"In light of the evidence... changed my mind. I'm stickin' with my innocent angel."

Gray shrugged, a leer on his face and a tease on the tip of his tongue. Lucy puffed out her cheeks and cut him off before he could make things work, a world-famous talent he seemed to have, especially when they went out to bars and clubs.

Stomping behind the bar, she picked up a cup and very slowly, blatantly put her number on it in big, angry, bold letters. Then she ducked down again, coming up with a small bottle of something, marching over and presenting both.

Cana straightened in surprise, mouth ajar at the gift, "For me?"

"Uh, yeah, I was going to give it to you after my shift without," she shot a dirty look towards Gray, "An audience. I'm not as dumb as you guys seem to think! I was just waiting for the right time."

Cana laughed, "Little spitfire, I like it. I'll take your offer into consideration and call ya later."

"Aggh!"

Cana rose to her feet with a surprisingly coordinating motion, sweeping Lucy into a huge, squeezing her butt in the process, and whispered in Lucy's ear in a hot, seductive puff, "If you fancy a taste of hell, little angel, my a/c's still broke. But I hear there's a good movie out... not a lot of people, very cool theater, private dark seats..."

Lucy grinned back, embarrassed but determined, but didn't answer except to pat her apron pocket where her phone peeked out in silent promise where Gray couldn't see. Cana gave one more hardy squeeze, snatching the small bottle of booze out of Lucy’s hand smoothly, before ending in a slap and sashaying out the door.

Gray gave a wolf whistle, “You landed yourself one hell of a date, Luce. I’m impressed.”

“And you know I live for your praise,” she rolled her eyes, “Shows over, back to work, you slacker. I’m taking my thirty.”

“Okay, but no sexting in the breakroom!”

“As if I’d steal your gig, boner boy. Zip your fly, Gray.”

Her laugh floated behind her as he predictably checked down guiltily but she was fiddling with her phone as she walked, as thirsty as Cana was, she made no promises.

[everyonesomething]

Session Ten

Sydney Gaydos goes O: "Gaydos doesn't believe she's had the pleasure of deep-dish pizza. Well, it will the Great Detective's Treat!"

Malkas: "Thanks Syd."

Edith Runekill: "I mean, see, that's just it!!! Here I am, being slung over the shoulder of my HANDSOME BOYFRIEND, in a cool, smoke-filled pool hall, after I watched two of my friends spend like ten minutes punching eachother in really cool ways???????"

Malkas does not trust her to go up stairs right now.

Edith Runekill: "And, like, I thought my life would just be I spend a few years in the city before I go back and become, I don't know, a farm wife???? Maybe do some agricultural magic????"

"Aaaaaa," she says, trying to sum things up a bit.

Grim just got called someone's friend

Grim does not know what to do with that

Malkas: "Corn magic!"

Edith Runekill: "I mean, corn magic is interesting!!! Agricultural magic is why the Plaguewrought Lands aren't wrought by plagues!! It's important, good work!!!"

"But it's not what I wanted. And I'm starting to think maybe what I want matters after all???"

Pepper: "I heard it's pretty amaizing, you could stalk out a good career in corn magic, right?"

Grim: "Don't encourage her."

Edith Runekill: "Yeah, it's... oh, stalk!!!! Hahahahaha! Hahahahahahaha, oh, Pepper. Stalk!!!!"

Grim: "You'll get an earful."

Malkas: "BA'AL."

Pepper squints at Grim. "I think you got popped harder than you think."

Edith Runekill: "An... ear... full. Oh sweet Auril!!!! Grim!!! You made a pun!!!!! Grim!!!!!"

Edith Runekill is wheezing hysterically

In this session we discover hidden depths to our party members.

The set-up: It's the evening of our lich-filled day and we're gathered at a poolhall for some much needed R&R.

The Game: The whole gang is sporting hot new threads because nothing takes your mind off near-death like buying an outfit.

Edith Runekill saunters into the pool haul-- wearing pants! And boots!! And a cool leather jacket!!! ...because her only other change of clothes is back at the Steele house.

Malkas is dressed in the same outfit but different colors.

Grim is wearing the poncho/cape/whatever situation that someone gave her, her old leather coat folded into her pack.

Sydney Gaydos is wearing the REAL and AUTHENTIC detective hat Pepper got her from their shopping trip!

Pepper has basically the same basic outfit with a nice silk handkerchief tucked into the pocket.

We look so good y'all.

Edith and Mal shoot a few games of pool while Pepper and Sydney waste money on the new pinball machine. Mal waves Grim over to join in their game who single-handedly clears the table before going back to being her usual level of social: hovering at the edge of the group and watching them goof off. Everyone else spends about 10 minutes crowded around the pinball machine before Pepper manages to hit the high score.

After that it's another round of pool: Mal and Edith vs Pepper and Syd. Edith is already drunk.

Pepper chalks up a cue. "Rack em up, then."

Edith Runekill: "Well, they say bad boys are hot! Haha. Uh."

Malkas racks up the balls, "Ohh Edith."

Edith Runekill: "Well, rack 'em...? Is that what they say?"

Malkas: "Please don't introduce new, funny words to Edi while she's drunk."

Pepper didn't think she had.

Edith Runekill: "Rack those balls. Haha. Um."

"Oh."

Edith Runekill has had maybe half of her drink at this point.

Edith Runekill | It's real bad.

The poolhall is also host to an amateur fight night in the basement, Grim, Syd, and Mal sign up leaving the two squishy casters to watch their things. Although Edith, drunk on cheap beer and her naturally rambunctious spirit, initially tries to sign up, too.

Mal's up first and fights some ugly mug known as Glass Ted who gives him a few body blows, then fights totally dirty by grabbing him by the tail and hurling him out of the ring. Edith is incensed.

Edith Runekill: "Mal, are you okay???"

"That [infernal] fucker!!"

Malkas rubs his the base of his tail, "I'll be fine."

Grim: "No magic, Runekill. You'd snap like a twig."

Edith Runekill: "What an [infernal] shithead [common] he was!!"

"I'm tougher than I look!!"

Grim: "That doesn't mean much."

Edith Runekill: "I, um."

Malkas: "Edith, I don't want to have to drag you home and explain to my mom what we've been doing."

Grim: "Tell you what, kid. Sit this one out and I'll show you how to throw a real punch when we get home."

Edith Runekill: "Oh!"

"S-sure!!"

Edith is a treasure and beloved asset to the team.

Grim's up next and her fight goes better, though her opponent does throw a handful of sand in her eyes at first before she trashes him. Syd gets revenge on Glass Ted for Mal. Soon it's down to just Grim and Syd as the finalists, and everyone really gets into it. How exciting!

Edith Runekill: "I'm glad this tournament is ending with chivalrous combat between two worthy opponents!!!"

"Haha."

Grim isn't that chivalrous though

Sydney Gaydos gets punched RIGHT IN THE SNOOT. Quite hard.

Edith Runekill winces at the blow. But, well, that's what happens in a fight...?

Malkas: "Oh Asmodeus."

Pepper directs some choice Elvish words to what she thinks of THAT punch.

Grim might be smaller than Syd but she fights like a sack of raccoons

Sydney Gaydos is doing that boxer hop since she's super into the moment

It comes down to the wire, but Syd manages to outlast Grim to win the match. Syd wins a sack of gold and Grim is in a good mood after the mutually-assured pummeling. Time for pizza! Mal and Grim go out to hail a cab and Edith keeps the mood light.

Edith Runekill: "Anyway, hey. Uh. Like. One gal to another. Do you ever get that feeling where, like, you just really admire another girl and like you want her to think you're good and cool and you also kind of want to be like her???? Does that ring a bell???"

Pepper looks at Syd like 'what'

Sydney Gaydos shoots Pepper a ?????? look.

Moving on.

All is forgotten when the gang gets to a pizza restaurant and is distracted by another pinball machine. Syd and Pepper make some headway into it, but then Edith comes over to show them the ropes. We wouldn't let her fight in the ring, but she's bound and determined to have her own battle of the night.

Edith Runekill: "All right, girls," she says, "Time to watch the pinball wizard at work."

Edith Runekill: rolling d20-2

(1)-2 = -1

Pepper watches Edith fall flat on her ass.

Malkas: "..."

Edith Runekill: "..."

"ta... da..."

Edith Runekill: "my poor butt"

Grim looks around

Grim: "..."

Pepper: "Definitely greasing the machine, here."

Sydney Gaydos helps the poor drunk Edith up.

Malkas: "... Okay."

Malkas goes to Fetch Edith.

Edith Runekill: "mal..."

"am i... dying..."

Malkas: "You okay, bunny?"

Edith Runekill: "mal... i love you... please remember me..."

Malkas lifts Edith up.

Grim is trying really hard not to laugh audibly

Edith Runekill: "Oof!"

Malkas: "I love you too. Let's get you some water."

Nora rolls up a new character out of shame.

Once she recovers some, Edith reminisces about life on the farm back in ol' Plaguewrought Land. Mal then waxes poetic about his job of tomb exploration for the museum: solving puzzles and traps that have stumped lesser researchers and preserving the history of it all. Grim shares her very practical reasons for bounty hunting: it's money and she's good at it. Syd tells us about her mothers and the Pixieton Detective Agency, her family's business—though she's cagey about how she came to be part of that family. Pepper uncharacteristically keeps her big mouth shut and doesn't say much of anything about herself other than claiming to have a restless spirit—well, that much is probably true.

The gang finishes out the pizza and the night with a better understanding of each other, even if nobody managed to beat that pinball machine.